by Jason Lenov
Hotwife
A Novel
by
Jason Lenov
Copyright 2016 Jason Lenov
Thirteenth Line Publications
This book is a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those that are clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, companies, organizations, events, or products, is purely conincidental.
All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 1
I stood in the living room, peering out the large bay window into the rainy night outside. The drops were thick and heavy, pelting the metal roof. Glancing at my watch sent a pang of nerves rush through me.
Lisa was a fine driver but she hated driving in the rain and she hated driving at night. I wasn't sure why the interview was after hours in the first place.
I strained through the darkness and made out the two tiny dots of light at the end of our street. As they came closer I felt the tension leave my shoulders. They were the teardrop shapes of Lisa's Hyundai.
I let the curtain fall back into place then walked into the kitchen, picked up a spoon from the counter and started stirring the tomato sauce. Lisa wouldn't like it if she knew I was worried. I wasn't, really. She could take care of herself just fine. I was just anxious about the whole thing, I think.
For a moment the sound of the rain pouring onto the porch grew louder, then became abruptly muted as the front door slammed shut.
I put the spoon down and, as casually as I could, walked out into the front hall.
There was a puddle on the floor where Lisa had turned the umbrella upside down and she was just taking off the beige trench coat she'd worn. I watched her kick off her heels before she looked up and saw me.
"Hey," I said, putting on my most relaxed voice. "How'd it go?"
She tilted her head, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth, and raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"
"You got it," I said, trying not to hold my breath.
"I got it." She seemed less than thrilled.
I had to try hard not to jump up and kick my heels in the air. I was definitely relieved but I didn't want her to know how relieved. I sauntered over, wrapped my arms around her back and leaned down to give her a kiss. "Thank-you."
"For what?" she asked, pushing me away.
"For going to the interview. For agreeing to take a job. For...understanding."
She shrugged and tried to walk past me.
I caught her arm. "Listen, it's only temporary. You know that, right? It's just until I make partner. Once I do we can forget about all this, you can quit and go back to writing. I promise."
She forced a smile but only with her mouth. Her almond-shaped brown eyes stayed cool.
"I made dinner," I offered, swinging one hand towards the kitchen.
"You did?"
"With wine."
"Why? It's Tuesday."
"Because you got the job."
"You didn't know I was going to get the..."
"I knew you were going to get it, Lisa."
"Really? How?" Now she sounded defiant and much more irritated. Like me making dinner to celebrate was some kind of affront.
"Don't be like that. Come on. It's a receptionist job. Of course you were going to get it."
"What if I didn't?"
"Then the dinner would be to celebrate that. Now come on, I'm trying to put a good spin on this. Help me out?"
She sighed and her shoulders slumped and she leaned against me. "I'm sorry. I'm just kind of depressed about it."
"I know. I know you are. But like I said, it's only for a little while. It might be nice just to space out and answer phones and not think about the book for a while."
She rolled her eyes and sighed again and shook her head. Then she walked towards the kitchen. "Hope you bought enough of that wine," she said.
I followed her in, trying not to stare at her swaying ass.
She grabbed the half-full bottle sitting on the counter and pulled herself a healthy glass. She turned around and leaned her firm ass on the counter and watched me cook.
"How were they?"
"Hmm?" she asked, lost in her thoughts.
"At the interview. Girls? Guys? Were they nice?"
"Oh. Yeah. All guys. They were...I wouldn't call them nice. You know. Engineers."
All guys.
I did my best not to fixate on it. I could do that later once she was asleep or in the shower. "So...not nice?"
She shrugged. "Just...guys. Just guys."
"Handsome at least?"
"Oh Jack, puh-lease! Is that all you think about?"
"What?!? I'm just trying to make small talk! I just wanted to know how it went. You're not being very communicative."
She sighed and took a generous gulp of her Cabernet. "I'm not being communicative because there's nothing to communicate. I went to the damn interview dressed like this," she said, waving her hands in front of her, "sat in front of a bunch of stern engineers and got a receptionist job. That's it. That's all that happened. Now can we talk about something else please? This whole thing is making me cranky!"
I took a breath and held it for a moment, along with my tongue. "Of course," I said, exhaling finally. "Sure. Whatever." You had to kind of go with the flow with Lisa. She had a big personality. You know?
After dinner we didn't even watch TV, just headed straight to bed. I could see she was tired but I was feeling horny and in a mood where I knew I was going to try, no matter how cranky she might get. Even if it might end in a fight, it was worth it to try.
"Foot massage?" I asked before she had time to start getting undressed.
I saw her stiffen, or pause, or both. The foot massage was a fairly standard play for me in times when there was some disparity in our needs. I knew it and she knew it too. The reason I kept using it, though, was because she just couldn't say no.
"Jack..." she began and her tone was the one she usually used for sentences like: I have a headache. I'm on my period. Can we take a rain-check?
I lowered my head and couldn't control the uncomfortable smile that always seemed to grow when I heard her say those things, a cushion against her rejection.
"Sure."
I looked up, trying not to look too shocked or excited. Why the hell did I feel like a kid asking his mommy for candy in these situations? Holding my breath to see if she would say yes or no. "Okay," I said, managing not to sigh my relief. "Okay."
She laid down on the bed, propped herself up on the pillows, wiggled her round toes and smiled. "Give it your best shot."
I let myself smile because at least she was willing to give it a shot. I sat down on the end of the bed, put a hand on her warm
foot and started to rub.
As soon as I started she purred her satisfaction and settled deeper into the pillows. "Why'd you ask me that thing?" she said after a few minutes.
"What thing?"
"That thing about the guys being handsome?"
I looked up to see her staring at me pointedly.
"I don't know. Just making small talk, like I said," I replied. I looked away but could feel her still looking at me. After a while she wiggled her toes again and pulled her feet away from my hands.
"Come here," she whispered.
My cock jumped as I realized I'd massaged my way a little closer to my goal. Slowly, I crawled along the bed until I was on the pillows next to her. I stared into her eyes, trying to read what her expression meant. It didn't seem like I was going to decipher anything from just looking at her, I touched her chin with my finger and leaned in for a kiss.
She met me with open lips. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, not too forcefully, but enough to show her I was serious. I let a hand drift down her chest until it settled on the pleasant curve of her breast. I squeezed the soft mound then let my hand glide down towards her hips. As I started fishing for the clasp of her skirt behind her back, she pulled away.
"Hey," she whispered, staring into my eyes. "Can you...take care of me first?"
Going down on Lisa was one of my favorite activities. She rarely came from sex and I always preferred making sure she had an orgasm before I ran out of steam. Smiling, I let my hand drift down her thigh, just past the hem of her skirt then moved up her leg until I felt her underwear.
She lifted herself up off the bed, letting me pull her panties off. As she hiked her skirt up, I crawled back down the bed and in between her thighs.
I was greeted by the sight of her perfect peach of a pussy. Two shaved, soft mounds of flesh that looked like they were sealed shut. As she spread her legs to let me in, I moved closer to her sex with my mouth.
The musky smell of her pussy filled my nostrils. I revelled in the slightly acrid, slightly sweet smell. Closing my eyes, I pressed my tongue against her cunt.
I heard her draw in a breath as I slid up and down her slit, letting my saliva run out of my mouth and coat her folds. After a while I pressed in, her hot lips opening for me. She tasted sweeter than she smelled. I felt a trickle of creamy grool ooze out of her and onto my tongue as I began to lick.
Lisa's hips rose up to meet my mouth. Her hands were pressed on the bed on either side of her, helping her up.
I took the opportunity to move my hands under her ass and she settled onto them. She had firm buttocks and I kneaded them as I plunged deeper inside her. Collecting her wetness and making her moan a few times, I slid back up, just beneath her hood until I found her engorged clit.
It was hot and tight and every time I flicked it it would make her shudder. I played with it for a while, enjoying the way I could make her twitch and twist under my mouth. As soon as I felt a certain urgency to her motions, I started licking circles around her nub.
My own cock was hard inside my jeans now. All I could think of was crawling up between her thighs, freeing my member and plundering her sweet rose. She would be dripping wet and ready for me and she had the tightest pussy I had ever known. First, I had to make sure she was happy.
As I started to lick around her harder and faster, she began to writhe on my palms. Feeling her ass cheeks flexing in my hands made my cock strain against my pants even more and soon I could feel she was almost on the edge.
"Oh fuck, Jack," I heard her whisper as she shuddered. "Baby, you're going to make me come!"
This made me harder and hotter, still and even though my jaw was starting to hurt, I didn't dare stop.
The vision came out of nowhere. A freight train of lust that slammed into me at full speed. Sure, I'd thought about it now and again, taunted myself with the fantasy late at night but I'd never thought about it during sex.
Maybe it was the question I'd asked her. Were they handsome? Maybe it was her asking me why I'd asked it, or her reaction, who knows. Suddenly, though, I was thinking the forbidden thought that I'd kept to myself all these years.
There was Lisa, splayed out on the bed the way she was now. Except it wasn't me between her legs. It wasn't my mouth on her soft pussy. It was someone else's. He didn't really have a face, not that I could see in my mind's eye, anyways. But he was kissing and licking her the same way I was now. And I was watching the whole thing from the other side of the room.
"Fuck!" Lisa wheezed through clenched teeth. Her thighs pressed against my cheeks. Her hips rose up in the air again. A moment later I felt the tiniest squirt of her cum hit my chin.
With my jaw burning from the exertion I kept up my tight circles. I licked up all the juice she spilled, sending her soaring over the crest of a climax until I felt her shudder again and fall back to the bed. A moment later her fingers were on my forehead, pushing me away.
I almost fell off the bed as I scrambled to unbuckle my belt. I let my jeans and boxers slip off but only half-way down my thighs.
Lisa was rosy-cheeked and breathing hard and she looked so hot, all spent and sedated by her orgasm.
I grabbed my throbbing cock in my hand, lowered myself between her legs and touched the tip of it to her sopping hole.
The sensation made her look up at me and smile.
It flashed in my mind again. It wasn't me between her legs. It was the lover that had been fucking her with his tongue. It was his cock poised at her sloppy slit now, the muscles of his back straining as he held himself up. I was across the room, watching them.
"Oh fuck," I groaned as I let myself fall and felt my flesh sink into her hot, wet heaven. She was as tight as ever, her pussy felt like it was clenching my cock already. I looked up to see her smiling at me, enjoying my arousal. I knew this wasn't going to last long. Nevertheless, I closed my eyes and tried to think of baseball.
The feeling of her hand moving down between us, between my legs and up towards my cock until her fingers touched my balls made my eyes pop open.
Her smile had turned devious and she was biting her lip.
"Oh fuck baby, easy," I said, trying to recover from the feeling and scramble away from the edge of a climax.
"Why?" she asked with a pout. "I want you to fill me up."
As her calves rose up and wrapped around my trunk she squeezed me closer, raising her hips to let me fuck her even deeper. The act caused her pussy to tighten even more and I knew I was a goner then.
My cock flexed inside her. I gripped the bed and tried to hold on.
She smiled as she felt me start to come. "Come on baby, all the way in," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my back and pulling me close.
I let out an ugly grunt as my cock spewed a thick rope of seed at her womb. Then another. Then another.
Lisa took my affection, smiling the whole time and coaxing me by squeezing my cock with her cunt.
All it took was another few thrusts. I collapsed on top of her feeling my seed oozing out between us as I tried to catch my breath. Not wanting to crush her with my weight, I tried to roll off but she held on. I opened my eyes as I lifted myself up onto my elbows.
"Wait," she said quietly. "I like you in there."
I settled back onto her but felt a slight disappointment with myself at having come so fast.
And then a confused and jealous shiver raced through me at what I'd thought. Lisa, my wife, fucking another man.
What the fuck was that about?
Chapter 2
Lisa Farmer was a beautiful woman. I think I'd fallen in love with her the day I met her though I didn't admit it to myself until a while later. She had a gorgeous body, perky breasts that weren't too large, a nice waist that flared out to delicious hips and toned legs from years of running.
She was thirty-one but she didn't look a day over twenty-five. She took care of herself and it showed.
When I woke up at six-thirty the next morning, it was the first time I didn't
find her gently snoring in bed beside me in a long time.
I heard the shower running. Straining, I could just make out her sing-song voice humming some out of tune song she'd heard on the radio the day before. She loved dancing. She loved music, but she couldn't sing worth shit.
I rolled out of the covers and off the bed and trudged naked across the room to the tiny sliver of light coming from beneath the door to the en suite. The bathroom was like a sauna. From the steam that billowed up towards the ceiling I could tell she'd been in there for at least twenty minutes, if not more. I made plenty of noise to make sure she knew I was there, so that I didn't scare her.
"Hey you," she called out, her mouth foaming and filled with toothbrush.
"Hey," I answered, my voice still raspy and groggy from sleep. "You're up early."
"They want me there at eight. It's gonna take at least forty-five minutes to get across town at this time of day, right? Am I right? I looked it up and it said forty-five minutes," she mused.
I shook my head, still a little confounded by how enthusiastic she sounded about the whole thing. "Forty-five minutes sounds about right." I couldn't see a thing in the mirror. I knew I needed to shave but there was no way that was happening before Lisa finished her shower. I leaned against the bathroom sink, staring at the fog billowing out from over top the shower curtain, waiting for her to finish her shower. It was at least another five minutes before the water turned off.
The shower curtain swept open and more steam billowed out. Behind it stood Lisa, her perfectly curvy body emerging from the cloud like an angel from a hot heaven. I couldn't help but steal a glance at her breasts, nipples stiff, her nicely toned abs and her generous thighs. "Did you have a good sleep?" I asked, managing to look away.
"It was okay. I had crazy dreams. A dog was chasing me but he was so cute that finally I just turned around and played with his big floppy ears and he loved it!"
