Hotwife: A Novel

by Jason Lenov

  It was one of the hottest things I'd ever heard her say and all I could manage was a nod.

  Lisa smiled, stood up and walked over to the bed. She leaned over, offering a tantalizing view of her breasts, and kissed me on the cheek. "Then that's what I'll do," she whispered. She stood up, straightened the front of her dress, took one last look at herself in the mirror, then walked out the door and down the stairs.

  I didn't get up and follow her. I stayed on the bed until I heard the front door close downstairs, then walked down myself and poured myself a drink. It was going to be a long night of waiting and I didn't want to be too drunk when she got home but I knew I would need something to take the edge off.

  And what a razor's edge it was. As the minutes turned into hours, I sat on the couch imagining what she might be doing.

  My phone buzzed. I picked it up and turned it on.

  It was a text from Lisa. She'd sent me a picture of her and Greg sitting next to each other at a booth at some restaurant. Their cheeks were pressed together and they were both smiling.

  Greg says hi. Hope you're having fun! I am!

  My nerves sizzled at her little tease. A few moments another message arrived.

  This time it was a picture of her thigh. A hand, obviously Greg's was resting on it, the fingers tucked ever so slightly up beneath her dress.

  I shivered. He was so close to her pussy that I knew she must be getting wet from how he was touching her. I sat there staring at the picture, going over every detail and swimming in the most pleasant agony at what a hot wife she was being.

  The next picture came about an hour later. The two of them in a cab. Then another. A picture of a bedroom. Then another. Lisa's naked reflection in the mirror, the dark shape of Greg's muscular body behind her.

  Then the pictures stopped.

  It was ten o'clock and I settled in for the long wait until she got home. Every filthy fantasy I'd ever had about her played out in my mind. Was she letting him fuck her face the way I had? Was she on her back, legs splayed, his cock stuffed deep inside her pussy?

  I sat there thinking about all the ways he could be fucking her over and over, glancing at the clock every few minutes. Time felt like it was moving at an incredibly slow pace. I was nearly nodding off to sleep when I heard the door swing open and the sound of Lisa's heels on the floor of the hall.

  I sprang up and stumbled across the living room to stand in the doorway to the hall.

  Lisa looked...dishevelled, to say the least. Her hair was messy and her lipstick was smeared and a tiny trail of mascara had run down one cheek. When she saw me, she smiled with one half of her mouth and threw her purse down on the floor.

  I stepped towards her, my filthy, used, dirty wife, put my arms around her and pressed my lips against hers. She opened her mouth and let me push my tongue inside. She tasted like booze and sweat and...cum. I kissed her as my hands roamed along her curves, greedy to own her again. As I pulled away she kicked off her heels and together we stumbled up the stairs.

  As soon as we got into the bedroom we started tearing each other's clothes off.

  "Did he fuck you?" I asked in an urgent whisper, tearing off her red dress.

  "Oh baby he fucked me so good," she replied. "He's got a huge cock and knows exactly how to use it."

  My cock got raging hard at this and I yanked the straps of her bra down, freeing her breasts. Her nipples were hard and I sank down to the ground and plopped one into my mouth.

  Lisa ran her fingers through my hair as I licked and suckled her plump breast. She wiggled out of her clothes until she was only in her underwear.

  I pulled away and my eyes settled on the stain that had darkened the fabric of her panties between her legs.

  "You want to see?" she asked.

  I nodded, not taking my eyes off the thin strip covering her pussy.

  Reaching down, Lisa hooked two fingers into her underwear and peeled them to one side. As she pried apart her tight pussy lips, a trickle of creamy-white seed came oozing out. "I tried to keep it in for you," she whispered.

  I thought my cock was going to explode from seeing that. I jumped up, threw her onto the bed and yanked her panties off. Tearing off my own boxers, I scrambled onto the bed and dove in between her legs. I paused at the feeling of the head of my cock against her nasty snatch, braced myself for the wave of pleasure to come, then drove myself inside.

  Her pussy swamped me with a filthy, wet heat. I could feel her juices and Greg's come pulsing out from between our flesh. I strained as I shoved my hard cock deep into her soft folds.

  "Oh fuck," Lisa gasped beneath me.

  I looked down to see her lips twisted a little, as if she was in pain. "Are you okay?" I asked.

  She smiled weakly. "Just a little sore. Greg really fucked me hard."

  I slowed down, my erection flagging as I realized this might not be the fuck I'd dreamed of when she got home. "You want me to stop?" I asked, my insides pleading her not to say 'no.'"

  Lisa bit her lower lip and thought about it for a second that lasted way too long. Then she looked up at me and smiled. "Not exactly." She pushed me gently off and I slid out of her pussy, my whole body aching with need. I backed up as Lisa threw one leg over the other and rolled around on the bed. "Here," she said, pushing her round ass up towards me, reaching behind herself and spreading her ass cheeks open. "Let me give you another surprise."

  She squeezed the muscles of her tight, dark ass hole making the black dot wink.

  Blood surged back into my cock as I realized what she was offering. She was going to let me fuck her in the ass. I leaned forward and getting on all fours crawled up to her until my mouth was just an inch away from her inviting orifice.

  She smelled dank and musky and used. I pressed my tongue against her ass hole and gave it a quick swipe.

  "Oh fuck," Lisa gasped, shuddering at the sudden wetness on her tight ring.

  I lifted my head a little and spat, sending a gob of frothy spit barrelling at her backside. It landed on her hole with a soft slop. Leaning forward again, I started licking, rubbing my own juice into her flesh.

  Lisa reached under herself, found her clit and started to rub. The sounds of her wet fingers gliding along sticky wet pussy lips filled the room.

  I felt her body tremble beneath me as my tongue licked and lashed her ass. I swept up her crack and back down, savoring the taste of sweat and seed that had caked there. Her hole puckered beneath my tongue, her body started trembling.

  "Fuck Jack, fuck me!" she gasped. Her fingers were still spinning wet circles around her clit.

  I didn't need more than one invitation. My cock, still wet from her pussy, ached. My balls bursting with seed ready to be drained into any hole I could find. I straightened up and shuffled forward on my knees.

  Lisa was stretching her ass apart, making the hole of it gape as wide as it could for me to enter.

  I took my cock in hand and pressed the head of it against her tight ring. I eased just a tiny tip of flesh into her, then paused, worried that I might be hurting her. "You okay?" I whispered.

  "Fuck Jack, I said fuck my ass!" she groaned through clenched teeth.

  Her intensity was overwhelming. Slapping her hands out of the way I grabbed her ass, then leaned forward fucking my cock into her virgin hole.

  As soon as my balls slapped her wet slit I could feel her choking my shaft with her ass. I pulled out then drove myself back in. Her tightness made me seize up and almost spurt my load. I clenched my teeth, intent on waiting until she came, too.

  "Do you like that Jack? You like taking my ass like I'm a nasty whore?" she said, her breathing heavy. "Fuck it Jack. Pump your cum into my fucking ass!"

  She was out of control. I'd never seen or heard her act like this the whole time I'd known her. It was so hot that fucking another man had done this to her, turned her into a slut who was ready to be used any way I pleased.

  As she started grunting I felt her insides tighten around my dick. I started
fucking her harder, cum draining from my balls and into my shaft.

  "Oh fuuuuuck Jack, I'm gonna fuuuuuucking cooooome!" she moaned. Every few flicks at her clit, the tips of her fingers would graze my balls. As she throttled my meat with her dank hole I knew she was ready.

  I lunged forward, burying myself deep in her bowels as I felt the first shot of my load blast into her. It was a hot, searing feeling that tore down my cock and up my spine. She felt it too, felt me hardening inside her and it made her come.

  With a shriek, she fell face first onto the pillow. Her hand kept rubbing furiously between her legs and her ass kept flexing around me, as if it were trying to swallow every last drop of what I had.

  I roared as I my orgasm peaked and drove myself deep into her.

  She rewarded me with a contented groan.

  As the orgasm waned, I pulled my cock back, then stuffed it into her a few more times, letting the rest of my juice drain into her ass. I pulled it out just as quickly as I'd driven it in, not caring how it made her feel because it felt so good to think of her as my little slut that would do anything for me.

  My cock was a filthy mess but I didn't care. All I could do was stare at the gaping maw of her freshly fucked asshole. It was sealing slowly shut but as I stared past the pink I could see the milky-white load I'd dumped into her.

  Lisa rolled over onto her side and pressed a hand up against her ass. She was red-faced and still a little out of breath but she flashed me a contented grin. "I should go take care of this," she said as she started to get off the bed.

  "Don't," I ordered.

  "What?"

  "Don't. Stay right there. Better yet, spread your legs. I want to see all that cum, his and mine, oozing out of you."

  She hesitated for a moment and I felt a pang of worry that I'd overstepped our little game. Only for a moment, though. A few seconds later she rolled onto her back, spread her legs like I asked and looked me dead in the eye. "Yes sir," she whispered. "You're the boss."

  I sat there for at least ten minutes, staring at her two holes leaking sauce. Every once in a while a trapped air bubble would come out from one or the other, making a messy farting noise and and sending bits of spunk flying out over the sheets.

  I stared at it and it made he hard again and Lisa looked on, incredulous that I could get aroused so soon after we'd had sex. Drunk on the sudden power I felt she'd granted me, I ordered her to suck my cock.

  She didn't flinch. She scrambled up onto her knees and sucked me off even though I was covered in her stench. Until I blew another load into her mouth. Then I told her what a filthy slut she was and we both got in the shower giggling like we were nineteen year-olds who'd just met.

  Chapter 21

  Lisa's dates with Greg became a semi-regular thing. We were both so turned on by it that sometimes she would go out with him every other night.

  It still came as a shock, though, when he invited us to the Christmas party. Not just her. Both of us.

  "He said he thinks you'd have fun. There are a couple of his friends coming. Not guys from the office. He said he wants to...you know, set something up?"

  Lisa looked incredibly turned on by the prospect of being with more than one man and even though I still got a good buzz from her dates with Greg, I was more than willing to chase the dragon and see how watching her do something like that would make me feel.

  I told her to say yes to Greg and looked forward to Friday that whole week.

  The party was at a restaurant on the east side. It had a good sized bar, a quiet lounge and even a small dance floor. Lisa's old office had booked the whole place and the party was already in full swing by the time we got there.

  Greg met us and we shook hands like old school buddies, like we'd known each other forever. He introduced us to his two friends, Seth and Mark. Lisa, despite having been let go, quickly found old acquaintances to chat with and I soon lost track of her in the crowd. Greg and I talked as Seth and Mark put the moves on whoever they could find.

  As the evening wore on and Lisa came back, the three of them turned most of their attention to her.

  Later, as the crowd began to dwindle, Greg, Seth and Mark stayed in the corner leaning on walls, hanging off chairs, sipping their beers and joking and flirting with Lisa.

  She looked absolutely stunning, glowing from the attention and probably also from the booze I'd poured over my angst to quell the jealousy I felt. As the lights began to come on indicating the party was truly over, she looked at me and crooked a finger, beckoning me to her.

  I walked across the room with Lisa and the men watching me. As I got closer I realized how buzzed she was. She wasn't slurring her words but she was definitely...loose.

  "The boys want to know if it's okay to take the party to their place?" she asked, smiling.

  "Sure. Only if can I tag along," I replied, smiling back.

  The guys burst into chuckles and it was Seth who replied. "No worries. I'll get a cab."

  We ended up having to get two cabs. The three of them rode in one and Lisa and I rode in the other. She stared out the window, watching the city at night go by in a drunken haze.

  "You look so hot right now," I whispered to hear, leaning close and kissing her ear. I saw the cab driver glance back at us in the rear view mirror a second before she turned her head to kiss me. I closed my eyes, relishing the sharp taste of alcohol on her mouth.

  Seth's apartment was the ultimate bachelor pad. He had a huge flat-screen TV on the wall and a large lazy-boy in front of it. The walls were panelled in dark wood and recessed lighting illuminated the walls in a soft, yellow glow.

  He smiled and waved us in, then offered us a drink after taking Lisa's trench coat.

  She seemed to have sobered up a bit on the drive over but was still smiling and still seemed excited about what was about to happen. She sat down on the couch and Greg and Mark sat on either side of her. I perched myself on one of the bar stools by the counter to watch.

  Seth passed me an open beer, then made his way to the lazy-boy which he spun around to face the rest of the group.

  The three of them looked like wolves stalking prey they knew was already theirs. After a few jokes and a few laughs Mark reached over, took Lisa's drink and set it on the side-table by the couch. Then he leaned in and my adrenaline surged as his lips locked onto Lisa's.

  She sank easily into the kiss, melting into the couch under his weight. As his paw clawed its way up her front she pushed her chest out, offering him her breasts. He cupped one and squeezed it, making Lisa moan.

  The other two guys watched them make out for a while then set their drinks down and started to undress.

  By this time I was almost crawling out of my own skin. Lisa looked so incredibly hot pressed against the couch by Mark. Her feet were sliding along the floor as he kissed her deeper, his hand on her chin now, holding her mouth in place.

  I barely noticed the two guys standing naked in front of the couch until Seth reached down and took Lisa's hand.

  She opened her eyes and her mouth fell open as she stared at their cocks.

  They were well hung. Not huge but big enough. They'd stroked themselves half-hard and Lisa immediately took the hint that they needed, or, wanted a hand. She crumbled onto her knees in front of Seth still fully clothed in her red dress and spiky high heels.

  Mark moved behind her and started undoing her dress as she took Seth's cock into her mouth.

  My knuckles whitened around the beer bottle I was holding at what I was watching. I let go of it and pushed it to one side because it felt like any more pressure might actually break the glass. I stared as Lisa, an expert at sucking cock now, guided his shaft into her mouth until I saw by her expression that the tip of it touched her throat.

  Seth stood above her, staring down as Mark undressed her. As soon as he'd undone the zipper, he yanked the dress down and her soft tits came bouncing out. The sight of them made Seth harden in her mouth and Lisa had to pull him out to readjust.

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bsp; "Yeah?" she asked. "You like that? You like seeing the secretary on her knees sucking your cock?" she purred before taking him into her mouth again. She slid her face onto his now rigid shaft. As the head of his cock kissed the back of her throat she paused, opened, then took the rest of him in.

  "Oh fuck," Seth groaned as the last inch of his cock disappeared into her mouth.

  Lisa reached down between his legs and ran one of her sharp nails in between his two balls.

  He lurched forward, shoving his fat cock deeper into her throat and making her gag.

  She put her hands on his pelvis and pulled herself off. The cock popped out of her mouth with a bounce and a long, gooey strand of spit laced with Lisa's bile clung between the tip of it and her lips. She giggled, eyed his cock and licked just under his glans.

  "Hey, don't hog that bitch," Greg said, pushing Seth aside and stepping up to take his place.

  "Gonna make me do all the heavy lifting, huh?" Lisa asked with a smile.

  The three men chuckled as Lisa stuffed Greg's cock into her mouth. She started bobbing up and down on it, leaving her mouth and throat open. Each time it touched the back of her throat she made a choking sound.

  This made the other two harden as they watched Greg getting his cock sucked.

  From behind her, Mark put his hands on her hips. He pulled on her to help her up while she kept Greg's cock in her mouth. She hobbled up onto her high heels. Mark peeled the dress the rest of the way down her legs and helped her step out.

  My cock was rock-hard against my leg and I longed to pull it out and stroke myself but I didn't want to risk blowing my load so early. I wanted to save it all up for when I had Lisa to myself again.

  Mark got into position behind her. She was bent over at the waist, still sucking Greg's cock, supporting herself with her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. Mark put his hands on her ass cheeks and pried them apart. He leaned forward, pushed out his tongue and pressed it against her tight ass hole.

  More lust burned through me as I watched this. So far Lisa had resisted anyone putting anything into her ass. I wondered if she would relent with these three guys. I wondered whether she really would let all three of them take her at the same time.