Hotwife: A Novel

by Jason Lenov

  Lisa began to moan over Greg's cock as Mark started to lick eat at her ass. I saw her thighs start to tremble. She reached up and grabbed hold of Greg's waist to steady herself. Then, unable to keep sucking, she eased the cock out of her mouth and moaned.

  "You like that slut?" Mark asked, coming up for air behind her. "Come here. That ass looks way too tight." He pulled her backwards and started positioning her over his lap as the other two chuckled.

  "Wow!" Lisa said as the head of Mark's cock touched her ass. She looked back to find him grinning at her, holding his hard cock up and ready to shove into her hole. "Guys, I don't know. I don't really do that," she said with a nervous laugh.

  This seemed to throw the three guys off their game a bit. They looked at each other then, cocks in hand, turned to look at me.

  It sounds ridiculous but it actually felt kind of nice. I felt like I was in control for a moment. Like I was calling the shots. "Hey guys, don't look at me. It's up to her," I said.

  This made the three of them laugh again and I felt a silly sort of pride at the fact that I'd done that.

  Lisa was looking back at Mark's cock, then up at the other two guys. She seemed uncertain and for a moment it felt like she might call the whole thing off.

  A wave of relief washed over me and probably the other two guys as she threw her hands up in the air. "Oh, what the fuck? Fine! Just...go slow."

  My cock lurched in my pants as I realized I was going to watch take a cock inside her ass. With the three guys distracted by trying to lower her onto Mark's cock, I scrambled up and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang out with a bounce.

  Seth and Greg held onto Lisa's arms and lowered her slowly onto Mark's waiting cock.

  She gasped and her mouth fell open as the pressure built from his head pressing on her tight hole. She winced as he pushed deeper, eased in by the spit he'd left there from eating her out. I saw her suck in a breath, then exhale suddenly as the thickest part of his cock-head pierced her and he let her slide down his meaty pole.

  Lisa breathed heavily all the way down, his cock filling her in a way she'd never been filled before.

  Mark reached around with one hand between her legs. He found her pussy, then narrowed in on her clit and started to rub. As Lisa's ass touched his stomach his fingers flicked at her sloppy clit.

  "Oh fuck," she groaned.

  "What's the matter?" Mark asked.

  "Fucking nothing!" Lisa seethed through clenched teeth. "Don't stop!"

  The three men burst into laughter again but Lisa didn't even smile. Her lower jaw was jutting forward at the feeling of Mark's hand between her thighs. Slowly, carefully, she rose up, then sank back down, riding his cock with her ass.

  Seth and Greg stood in front of them, jerking themselves off for a while before Seth stepped forward in between Lisa's legs. "Let's get that pussy next," he said. He spat into his palm and rubbed it over the head of his stiff cock. He leaned down with his knees on the couch and pointed his cock at Lisa's leaking snatch.

  Something caused Lisa to look over at me. I saw something in her eyes I'd never seen before. A raw, animal fire was burning in them and I knew she was about to have the time of her life. This was what she'd confessed to me that she wanted. She was about to be used by these three guys, all her holes stuffed with cock.

  As Mark thrust his cock up into her ass, her eyes narrowed but she kept looking at me. Her mouth strained into what might have been sadness if the rest of her face didn't look so satisfied. With one last glance she mouthed the words "thank-you."

  Chapter 22

  Greg pressed the head of his cock against Lisa's pussy. He slid it back and forth, then slapped her clit with it a couple of times.

  With Mark still thrusting gently into her back hole, she spread her legs to let Greg shove himself inside.

  He didn't go easy or slow. As soon as he felt her wet hole open for him, he squeezed his ass and fucked himself deep into Lisa's hot cunt.

  She moaned a long, low, grunting sound as he filled her, pressing against Mark's cock that was up in her ass.

  Greg let himself settle on his knees, perched on the couch and leaned forward to kiss Lisa's neck.

  She twisted her head to one side, letting him press his lips against the soft flesh of her throat.

  Mark held her up by her ass, still thrusting his cock up and down, deep into her bowels.

  It took a while but the three of them found a rhythm, eventually. Greg matched Mark's thrusting and soon Lisa was being fucked in both holes, her pussy and her ass, taking their hard love as Seth stepped forward.

  He'd been massaging his cock, keeping it stiff with his hand. He kneeled on the couch beside her on one knee and put his hand on the back of her head. As her body undulated between the two other men, he lowered her mouth toward his cock and lowered it onto himself.

  She took him in, let him slide his shaft half-way into her mouth and now she was stuffed in all her openings. Her tits flapped, slapping against each other as the two other men fucked her.

  Seth began to flex his hips, moving them back and forth, his cock swelling and plunging deep into her mouth.

  I stared transfixed as I watched my mouth whore herself out to the three men. She'd taken all of them into herself, let all of them do what they wanted with her but now she turned her attention to me.

  Our eyes locked. Hers looked a lot less hazy than they had, a lot less drunk. I could tell she was present and fully aware of what was happening. Sticky, wet sounds emanated from her pussy and every once in a while she would groan at the thickness of Mark's cock in her ass or gag as the head of Seth's cock touched the back of her throat.

  I sat there, pulling on my stiff shaft, the cum seeping out from my balls and into my cock. I wanted to save myself for her, I wanted to give her my cum after all of this was over but I knew it would be hard to last. It was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen.

  Lisa, my wife, was being used like a toy by these three guys and I was left on the sidelines to watch. To this day I don't know what turned me on so much about that, but something did. There was something about seeing her so...compromised that just dug deep into my mind.

  I couldn't think straight anymore. I could barely sit on that damn bar stool. The only thing I could really focus on was the sight of all of those cocks impaled into her flesh. That and the expression on her face, even with Seth's cock in her mouth.

  She was loving this. She looked like she loved being their toy. She looked like she was experiencing a pleasure she never had. A pleasure I could never give her.

  The three of them seemed to flex in unison and I knew the moment was close. I knew that I was about to see all of them come inside my wife.

  Lisa came first.

  Her thighs, still stretched apart by Greg's body between them started to shake and convulse. She closed them a little, pressing them against his hips as he fucked her sloppy cunt. He picked up speed, his cock dipping into her soft wetness as he closed in on his own climax.

  Seth grabbed her head and started fucking his cock into her mouth. It wasn't a slow deliberate stroke anymore and Lisa was no longer in control. Now he was just using her mouth as a hole to fuck. I watched as his ass tensed, readying his body to free his spunk.

  Mark groaned first. His ass rose up off the couch and I saw his nuts flex closer to his body. He only had half his shaft inside her and I stared at it and watched as it pulsed and pulsed and pulsed. The thought that it was spitting seed into her ass almost pushed me over the edge and I had to slow down my furious stroking.

  He lifted her up and then settled her back down. He did this a few times as I saw her clenching her ass for him, helping him to empty his chamber into her ass.

  Greg came next. As soon as Mark was done he started fucking her harder, his cock sawing in and out of her sloppy pussy with slick, wet slops. I watched as his face turn red as he stared down at his member sinking into her. I heard him grunt. Then he let out a groan and slowed down.

  Hi
s cock did the same thing Mark's had. As he held it half-way inside her I saw it flex, pumping her tight pussy full of his creamy white seed as he savoured the moment, savoured the feeling of her squeezing snatch. When he was done, he shoved himself in deep and held it there and Seth started in on his finish.

  He held her by the top of the head, fucking her in the mouth and staring into her eyes. Cum had already started dribbling out of her other holes and now he seemed intent on filling the last one.

  She kept his mouth open for him and looked up into his eyes, urging him to spew his load into her mouth.

  A few moments later, he obliged. With a huge roar he unleashed his potent load.

  I heard Lisa gag as splash after splash spewed into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. She didn't push him away or try to make him stop. It seemed like she only opened her throat more, starting to swallow to try and gulp up the creamy white milk he was fucking into her mouth.

  And then it was over.

  The three men, spent and tired, their bodies sagging as they pulled themselves out, eased out of Lisa. Greg was first. He pulled his cock out of her pussy. A trickle of his cream came dribbling out. That was quickly followed by a messy, wet fart as the air he'd fucked into her along with his seed found a way out.

  Mark lifted her up until his cock fell out of her ass. It flopped to one side and he shuffled sideways along the couch.

  Seth was last. He was still holding himself, still squeezing the base of his cock trying to shoot the last drops he had into her mouth.

  When the three of them stepped away I was left staring at Lisa, sitting utterly used and spent on the couch. Cum was leaking from all of her holes. She was a sagging, sloppy mess.

  I'd never seen anything hotter in all my life.

  As the three men scooped their clothes up off the floor, I stood up and walked towards the couch.

  They didn't make a sound. In fact, they all seemed to disappear into the one bedroom, or maybe onto the balcony as I sat down next to my wife.

  "Are you okay?" I whispered.

  Lisa managed a shaky smile. She nodded and looked up at me with tired eyes. It wasn't the drunken tiredness that I'd seen a few hours ago. This was a profound, heavy tiredness that I knew she couldn't fight.

  "Are you gonna have some fun?" she whispered, her eyelids closing in mid-sentence.

  As much as I wanted to, I knew that wasn't the time. She was exhausted, filthy and the best thing I could do for her right then was to get her home, showered and into bed.

  I was horny as fuck but that would have to wait.

  Right now I had to take care of my wife.

  Chapter 33

  Things toned down quite a bit after that. Christmas was coming up and we both had family obligations that we had to attend to. Shopping, travelling across the state to see my folks, then back to see hers took a toll on our little "adventures."

  But that wasn't the whole reason for it. I would come home every day to Lisa laying on the couch or lounging in the kitchen in her track suit. I didn't want to say anything about getting another job. It was pointless before Christmas anyways. But it started to get harder and harder to just keep my mouth shut.

  The situation at work got a little more terse. James, one of the partners at the firm had always said promising things about me making partner. Now, his enthusiasm seemed to have faded and I started to wonder why.

  Hayden the ball buster was, well, just that. He kept meeting me in the stairwell and glancing at his fucking Tissot and nodding and smiling. I took it all in stride but I started to worry about the fact that maybe becoming partner wasn't in the cards.

  So Lisa sat at home while I kept up the daily grind. I'd get home and she'd be lounging around in sweatpants on the couch, watching TV or reading a book. I was usually pretty tired from a day of work and didn't have the energy to try and romance her into bed.

  And then our sex life waned. I didn't understand. Of course things weren't as hot now that she wasn't seeing other guys but I didn't realize that going back to a regular relationship was going to be this bad.

  I started trying a little harder when I got home. I'd make sure to put on a good face and maybe make dinner but she just didn't seem into it. I didn't want to push but I started to wonder what the hell was going on.

  That's when I was reminded of what Amanda had said.

  What if she hooks up with a guy and they really hit it off?

  It didn't make sense that after having such an awesome time with Greg and then the guys at the party she would just lose interest in sex altogether. What if that was the case here? What if she had really hit it off with Greg? Was she sleeping with him behind my back? Was she falling in love with him?

  The first few times I had the thought I talked myself out of it. But once something like that wedges itself into your mind it's pretty damn hard to yank it out. And of course, once it's in there and won't budge, you start looking for clues to see whether it's right.

  Lisa was always home. There was ample time during the day for her to go out and meet Greg. He would have to take time off work, but it was doable.

  I started asking leading questions about what she'd done after I got home, hoping some slip would out her and she'd come clean that she was having an affair.

  Nothing. Nothing like that happened. The story was always the same.

  Sat around. Watched some TV. Took a shower. Went for a walk. Read a magazine. You got home.

  I thought of taking another lunch and driving across town. Hell, I even thought of taking an afternoon of and surprising her. But every time I went to ask for the time off from James, I would run into Hayden who would glance at his Tissot and smile. What a fucking jerk that guy was.

  Christmas came and went and the January doldrums settled around us.

  And then, one flat, grey day, I got home from work and Lisa was upstairs taking a shower. Her bag and a fancy purse were on the floor. Her heels were kicked off by the stairs.

  My heart lurched inside my chest. Was this going to be it? Was this going to be the big discovery I'd been waiting for?

  As I stood there, trying to make myself breathe again I heard a buzzing. There was a little table by the door where we put our keys and she must have left her phone there when she came in. It made sense. She'd probably been in a hurry.

  Fuck.

  I was sure that this was it. I was sure I was going to find out that Lisa, my wife, had been cheating on me with Greg.

  Fuck Her phone buzzed again.

  I don't know what the hell made me pick it up. We were very open with each other about everything but we didn't usually go touching the other person's phone. It was a sort of unspoken rule. So I don't know what made me do it. But I did. I picked it up and saw the little black and white smiley face up top that meant someone had sent her a text message.

  Something dark and foreboding growled at me from the back of my mind. What if...

  I swiped my thumb along the dots on the screen, unlocking her phone. It was easy to see her fingerprints and I just traced the pattern. I wasn't about to go into her texts or anything. I just thought that maybe I would get a thrill if it were one of the guys at her work texting her or something.

  My heart stopped and my blood ran cold as my eyes settled on the name the text was from.

  Hayden Stiles.

  The Hayden. The partner from my job that was always giving me shit about...everything!

  I actually shook my head. This had to be a mistake. There had to be another Hayden Stiles out there, one that somehow Lisa had met, right?

  No. Obviously that was not right. This was obviously the same Hayden I knew but what the fuck was he doing texting Lisa?

  I caught my breath as the bottom began to sink out from my stomach.

  No.

  No. No. No. No. No.

  "Watcha doin?"

  The sound of Lisa's voice coming down the stairs tore me from my stupor and I threw the phone back onto the table and tried to strike a casual pos
e. My mind was racing, trying to pile through every possibility but constantly ending up in the same place.

  Was Lisa fucking Hayden Stiles?

  "Nothing," I croaked just as she walked down the last step.

  She was wearing nothing but a towel, drying her wet hair with another. She smiled. "You're home quick."

  I was?

  Wait a second. What the fuck was Lisa doing showering as soon as she got home from work? My mind raced into the past, retracing my steps back to work. When had I last seen him? When had I seen Hayden?

  A punch to the gut.

  I saw him at lunch. I saw him grabbing his briefcase and his jacket from his office and heading out the door. Where had he been going? Had he come back? I hadn't seen him come back!

  Fucking Hayden, Lisa? No!

  Calm down, Jack. You've got nothing but a name. Maybe there's some other...

  "Are you okay? You look funny."

  "I'm...I'm fine. I just...I remembered I forgot something at work..." I said, trailing off.

  Lisa scrunched up her nose.

  "Why are you showering?" I asked, sounding a little clipped.

  Her smile widened into a grin. "Thought you'd never ask. I've got a surprise for you."

  My heart started to thud inside my chest. A surprise? What kind of fucking surprise? Was she about to surprise me and tell me she'd been fucking Hayden Stiles behind my back?

  I'd let her go out on dates before but we'd never talked about this. We'd never agreed to this. This...this felt like a betrayal.

  "What?" I snapped.

  "Yowch, Mr. Cranky," she replied, leaning away from me. "Do you need a drink or something?"

  "No. I'm fine. Just...what's my surprise."

  Her smile returned and she spun around to walk back up the stairs. "You'll have to wait and see tonight! And don't even try to seduce me right now. I'm freshly showered and I don't want to get all messy again."

  My stomach twisted into a tight knot as I watched her disappear into the bedroom at the top of the stairs. I realized I was almost hyperventilating and I had to talk myself into breathing slower and calming down.