Hotwife: A Novel

by Jason Lenov

  It had only been a few minutes since he'd arrived but with every passing minute I got a better vibe off the guy. He was well dressed in a crisp, white shirt and wearing a dark tie. Black pants and shiny black shoes. He looked like a businessman on his way to present at a conference.

  "So, Thomas," I said, taking another sip of my drink for courage, "what do you do?"

  Lisa immediately kicked me under the table and shot me a furious look.

  Thomas noticed, smiled, then waved his hand. "It's alright. I don't mind. I like getting to know people first. That's why I wanted to meet with you before we...decided whether to go on. I'm actually a nurse. I work at Central. Been there for five years now."

  That was definitely not the answer I was expecting. "Really?"

  Lisa gave me another fuming stare.

  "Really. My father was a doctor. It was always his dream that I become one too."

  "What made you go to nursing school?"

  "I didn't," he said, sipping his wine again. "Not at first. I went into the military and became a medic. Dad was pissed," he said, chuckling.

  This guy was really turning out to be the exact opposite of what I'd thought. "I'm...I don't mean to pry," I said, "but that sounds like a really interesting story."

  He shrugged. "Not that interesting. Just a young man with an overbearing father wanting to prove his old man wrong or something along those lines. He nearly disowned me when I signed up but he got used to it. We're on pretty good terms now. What about you? What do you folks do besides pick up black men in clubs?" he asked, cracking another grin.

  "I work in advertising," I replied. "Lisa's a writer."

  "Well, not really," she said almost immediately.

  "Oh?" Thomas asked.

  "I'm a secretary."

  "It's temporary," I said to Thomas. "Just until I...hopefully if I make partner I..."

  Thomas held up a hand. "That's alright. I was just trying to be polite. Let's change the subject. You two are new at this, right?"

  Lisa and I glanced at each other, then both nodded at Thomas.

  He smiled. "I can definitely tell. Have you...have you talked about what you want? To each other?"

  I frowned at him as he pointed the question at me. The way he was talking was making this whole thing much more clinical than sexy and it wasn't the way I'd seen it going at all. He was kind of killing my buzz. "Yeah. We've talked it over."

  "So do you have any rules? Have you both talked about what you're comfortable doing? What you're comfortable with the other person doing?"

  I felt an annoyance tightening inside me. "Look," I said, holding up a hand, "we've got a good marriage here. We've talked about it. Are you interested in doing this or not? Because it seems like you're the one that's having second thoughts or something."

  "Jack!" Lisa chided.

  But Thomas smiled again and shook his head. "It's alright. I understand why you might get irritated at me for bringing it up. I wouldn't if I didn't think you were so new. I've just had some...bad moments with other couples who thought this was what they wanted and it turned out not being the same thing once it was happening."

  I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "Fair enough," I conceded. I suppose it was better that he was bringing this up than letting something like that happen. "But seriously, we've talked about it and we both want it. It's not just some bedroom fantasy that's going to change when things start to get real."

  Thomas nodded and took another sip of his wine. "In that case, why don't you go up to your room, get ready and wait for me there. I'm going to have another drink and then I'll be up. If anything changes, you can tell me when I come up. If it doesn't, then we'll go ahead."

  I felt myself calming down. Lisa was nodding and already standing up and I smiled my thanks at Thomas for his level-headedness.

  "One more thing," he said as we were about to leave the table. "Is there anything you don't want? Anything you're uncomfortable with?"

  Without thinking I shook my head, then looked at Lisa.

  She was looking at me with a crooked stare. "Do I get a say in this?" she asked.

  "Oh, sorry, of course. Sorry," I muttered.

  Lisa bit her lower lip as she looked down at Thomas. I could tell there was something she couldn't bring herself to say. It came to me in that moment, what it was. I leaned forward so that only Thomas could hear. "No anal," I said softly. I felt my cheeks get a little red.

  But Thomas reacted as if her were a professional. He nodded and said "no problem," and that was that.

  As Lisa and I made our way upstairs holding hands, I felt my heart start to beat harder in my chest and my mouth dry out. This was finally going to happen. I was finally going to see my wife with another man.

  Chapter 14

  Once we were back in our room I started feeling excited again. Lisa sat down on the edge of the bed and I could tell she was nervous. I looked at her and smiled. "You okay?"

  She nodded, but bit her lip and looked away. I knew she needed some help.

  I sat down beside her, leaned close and pressed my lips against the soft skin on her neck. I gave her a long kiss there, then let my mouth drift up. I saw her skin pimple as I kissed her on the cheek. Reaching up, I touched a finger to her chin and turned her towards me and kissed her on the lips.

  I felt her body relax as our tongues played back and forth in our mouths. She sat up a little straighter but the tension left her body as she kissed me back. She put a hand behind my neck and pulled me closer.

  The kiss became more intense as we both sank into the moment. It came back to me, and I think to Lisa too, how hot what we were about to do was going to be. I let my hand drop onto her knee, then slid it gently up her thigh. The tips of my fingers found the soft cotton of her panties and it was damp with her excitement.

  There was a knock at the door.

  I opened my eyes and pulled away from our kiss, staring at Lisa and feeling closer to her than I ever had. "I love you," I whispered.

  "I love you too," she whispered back a few moments later.

  I stood up, walked across the room and opened the door.

  "Am I interrupting anything?" Thomas asked with a friendly smile.

  "Not at all," I said and took a step back to let him step into the room.

  He walked in through the narrow hallway and stopped by the bed where Lisa was sitting.

  I closed the door and joined them in the room.

  "You want to join the fun?" Thomas asked.

  It took me a second to figure out what the question meant. "No," I replied. "I think I just want to watch this time."

  "Alright," he said and turned to face Lisa.

  I discreetly squeezed past him and shuffled over to the large armchair in the sitting area. I sat down and got as comfortable as I could. The room felt smaller now with him in it and the armchair felt like it was closer to the bed than when we'd first walked in.

  "You feeling a little shy?" Thomas said, looking at Lisa.

  She nodded and giggled and it looked like she was a little uncomfortable in her own skin in that moment.

  Thomas put a hand on her arm until she stood up. He was about a foot taller than she was and had to look down at her.

  It was an incredible sight, seeing them standing there like that, Thomas looking down and Lisa looking up into his eyes. It was a moment I'll never forget. The calm before the storm when everything was still undone, when Lisa was still pure and mine and we could have walked away and left things like that.

  Not that I would change what's happened but something about that moment was elegant and beautiful.

  Thomas leaned over her and slipped a big, black paw around her back making her step closer towards him. He pressed her up against him and now they were as close together as I'd seen them on the dance floor except facing each other.

  Lisa was staring up at him with a look of utter fascination. She hadn't been this close to another man since we'd gotten married and I could feel her nervousness and
excitement.

  I watched Thomas close his eyes. I watched his lips part.

  Lisa didn't close her eyes. Not until their mouths met, his full pink lips pressing against hers just as mine had a few minutes ago. That's when she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the kiss. By the way their mouths were moving I could tell Thomas was pushing his tongue past her pretty little lips. That's when I felt my cock throb and that's when I realized I was half-hard already.

  It was a long, slow, almost passionate kiss. As I sat there staring at them as I made out, a small part of me wished I'd thought of this and told Thomas about it when he asked if there was anything we didn't want him to do. I wished I'd told him to keep things...unromantic. Not that there was anything terribly wrong with what he was doing. It's just that it was making me feel much more jealous than I thought it would.

  I guess in all my fantasies and all the fantasies I'd shared with Lisa, I only ever imagined her in the middle of the act or seeing some guy between her legs, or her with someone else's cock in her mouth. I'd never thought of how things would get to that point.

  I'd never imagined the foreplay, or the kissing, or anything but the actual act of intercourse. Now that I was seeing it, now that I was watching another man kiss her and seeing her kiss him back, I was experiencing a far darker set of emotions.

  This was my wife. This was my woman. I really had just given her permission to fuck another guy. And I was sitting here about to watch that happen. The way he was touching her, the way his hand moved up and down her back, caressing it with such gentle fondness.

  A panic struck me as I remembered Amanda's question again. What if she was right? What if Lisa fell for this guy? What if they formed a bond because I'd let them have sex and it complicated our marriage, or worse.

  It felt like my insides were shaking at all these questions. For a moment I thought about stopping the whole thing. Then I looked up at Lisa. She'd put her hands up and over Thomas' shoulders, letting them dangle down behind his back.

  I could see her nipples poking up through the tight top that she was wearing and I knew she must be even wetter than when I'd touched her before he came into the room. That made me rethink my idea to put a stop to things. She was obviously aroused by this and my cock was growing harder by the second. I started talking myself down from my worries.

  What could possibly go wrong in one night?

  If it felt terrible after they were done we would just never do it again.

  She couldn't possibly fall in love with a guy after one night, right?

  I'd actually spent a bit of time rehearsing these in my head for the last few days. I knew there might be a moment where I got cold feet and I didn't want it to spoil the whole evening. The questions did the trick and I settled back into the chair to watch the show.

  Thomas' hands had drifted down her body, past her hips, then down her thigh until his fingers found the hem of her skirt. He pulled it up a little, then I watched his dark digits disappear beneath it.

  I caught my breath as I saw Lisa's body react. I saw the exact moment his fingers touched the spot mine had, that damp patch of cotton in between her legs. He pulled away from the kiss and smiled down at her.

  "Sit down baby," he whispered.

  Baby.

  Oh my fuck I hadn't expected myself to react like that. I hadn't even thought about it. Of course people called each other all sorts of things when they were intimate. I should have been ready to hear him call her something like that. But I wasn't and it felt like a punch in the gut, hearing another man call my wife "baby."

  It seemed like it caught Lisa off guard a little bit too but she did what he asked. Staring at him, she sat down on the bed.

  I watched Thomas get down on his knees in front of her. It made my cock go completely stiff. He looked like a disciple about to worship at a sacred altar. He eased her thighs apart.

  She wiggled her ass as he worked her skirt up towards her belly.

  I sat there, still barely breathing as I watched his dark hands glide up and down her thighs.

  "Come on baby," he said, prying her white cotton panties to one side. "Let's see that pretty pussy."

  Lisa looked down and watched him peel the fabric away from her pussy. Her mouth fell open and she let out a little gasp as he touched her tight flaps with the ridge of his finger. They were coated in a sticky wetness.

  I was close enough to see some of that wetness collect along his finger as he slid it up and down her slit.

  Lisa couldn't stop staring at what he was doing. Whether it was his black skin, or just the fact that she hadn't seen another man touch her in years, I don't know. But she seemed absolutely entranced by what he was doing.

  After sliding up and down a few times, Thomas looked up and into Lisa's eyes. He brought his finger up, the one he'd been touching her with. It glistened with her clear juices. Without asking he pressed it against her lips and slid it deep inside her mouth.

  Lisa gasped again but didn't protest. She let him push his finger inside and even closed her mouth around it. Then I saw her jaw move and I knew she was licking it clean with her tongue.

  That was so damn sexy, watching Lisa lick her pussy juice off that big, black finger.

  Thomas slid finger in and out of her mouth a few times, the last time pulling it out with a loud, wet pop. Then he pushed her back onto her elbows on the bed. "Looks good," he said, smiling at her. "Looks like a good tasting pussy. I want to try some of that."

  Lisa lifted her legs as he spread them apart and moved his head lower to her snatch. He took a deep sniff, breathing in her scent, before I saw his pink tongue flick out and lap at the warm, wet folds of her tight cunt.

  Lisa whimpered, her legs shuddering in his hands.

  Thomas sank lower, his whole mouth pressing against her pussy lips. I saw him spread her cunt open with his tongue. He turned his head slightly to one side and started working his tongue deeper and deeper into her opening.

  It was a strong, pink muscle and made a potent lust surge through me every time I saw it probing deeper into Lisa's hole.

  She seemed to like what he was doing too. She couldn't stop staring down her body, watching him eating her out. Her hips started to twist a little as she tried to work him towards where it felt best.

  Thomas just kept a slow but steady rhythm, his tongue running in and out, then up and down her pussy.

  Each time he paused at the top, just beneath the hood and obviously on her clit, Lisa would mewl a little and her hips would wiggle a little more eagerly.

  Thomas didn't respond to this, though. He would linger on the spot for a moment but then dip back down.

  I was on the edge of my seat by now. Every now and again I would glance up at Lisa, wondering if she'd forgotten completely that I was in the room. It didn't matter, I wanted her to enjoy herself, but I wouldn't have minded if she at least shot me a smile.

  That wasn't what had me so worked up, though. From the way he was moving, it seemed as if Thomas was planning something. Each time he licked her, he dipped lower and lower past her snatch. When he finally made his move, I saw Lisa's body go tight.

  His tongue, covered in his own spit and Lisa's sticky wetness that had started to cream a little, dipped past her perineum and settled on the tight ring of muscle to her ass hole.

  She gasped and I saw her clawing at the sheets with her nails.

  "Easy, baby," Thomas said, pulling his tongue away and smiling. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want. If you relax, I'll show you how good this feels. I didn't forget what you said."

  That was the first moment Lisa turned and looked at me since they'd started making out. Suddenly it looked like she needed my comfort and reassurance. It looked like she needed me to tell her things were going to be okay.

  I was dealing with a confusing cocktail of my own emotions. I still felt some of the jealousy swirling in my stomach from seeing them kiss. But it was mostly overpowered by a burning arousal. My cock was hard. My mind was
reeling from what I was seeing and from how it was making me feel.

  I put on my best "it's going to be okay" face and gave Lisa a nod.

  Her face relaxed at my reassurance and she gave Thomas a look that meant he could go on. She still looked slightly worried as he smiled and pressed his tongue against her hole again. She let out a gasp as the tip of it started tracing the rim of her ass.

  Holding her legs up high in the air, Thomas licked her asshole getting closer and closer to the center.

  Lisa and I had never done anything like this and with each circle her body got more and more tense, but she became visibly more excited.

  I wasn't sure where he was headed with this. Was he doing it because she'd said she didn't want to do anal? Was this his way of easing her into it? The thought that it might be was powerfully arousing. Watching him do it was like watching him slowly break down her defences and her will to resist.

  As his tongue settled on the center of her soft opening, he moved his mouth forward and pressed the tip of it inside.

  "Ah!" Lisa moaned as his tongue pierced her and sank into her flesh.

  He held it there for a moment, then pulled it out, licking up and down her ass, savouring the dark space. Then he let go of her legs, straightened up as she sat up on the bed and leaned forward. He kissed her on the mouth and she didn't resist as he pushed his tongue past her lips again.

  My cock was rock hard and aching to be freed as I watched her return his kiss, tasting her own filth on his tongue. I realized when he pulled away and stood up, from the way she was looking at him, something about what had happened had changed her. Whether it had weakened her resolve or what, I didn't know. I just knew that she seemed even more mesmerized by him, most likely from what he'd done.

  Thomas stood up, undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground.

  Lisa reached up, tugged his boxers down, making his cock fall out. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the dark, half-hard mass of muscle swaying in front of her. I'd never seen that expression on her face and I'd do anything to see it again. She leaned forward with a new eagerness and taking him into her mouth, got her first taste of big, black cock.