Clothing Optional: An Interracial Hotwife Erotica Novel

by Arnica Butler

  I’m aware of the fact that I don’t exactly cut a “smooth” figure as I hop behind my hot, hot wife in that suit. But I really don’t care. It’s amazing that I don’t care; you’d think that it would be a little humiliating. Maybe it is, maybe I’m enjoying that a little, too. Or maybe I’m enjoying the fact that the woman in front of me is my wife, and so all these guys can ogle her as much as they want (and they are, she’s turning heads and igniting interest from every angle); but at the end of the day (and the vacation), she’s going home with me.

  Hobble or no hobble.

  I have an especially nice view as we climb the stairs, so I sort of milk my cripple act to be three steps under her as she ascends. This gives me a nice peek at her long legs, and occasionally, slit as she walks up the stairs.

  Jackie is already seated when I get to the table and awkwardly fall into my chair.

  She leans on her elbows and smiles at me. “I think a lot of guys were actually checking me out,” she says excitedly.

  And there I am again, on a razor’s edge. This is exciting, but is it too exciting? Jackie’s got an excited tone to her voice, like she’s getting a taste for something she might start indulging in too much.

  And what would be too much, I wonder?

  Our waiter approaches, and it’s none other than Luis, from our first day.

  Jackie smiles at him, moving her eyes from me to Luis in a look of mock surprise.

  “Well,” Luis says, setting some waters on our table. “It looks like we are loosening up a little on our vacation.”

  This is for Jackie, clearly. I look about as loose as a screw on a NASA project.

  Jackie smiles flirtatiously at him. “Can we get two of your special drinks?” she asks him.

  Luis bows, or some crazy thing, and Jackie gives him another flirty smile.

  I take a sip of my water.

  Jackie turns back to me. “I was thinking,” she says, drawing her hand along the outermost edge of her top. “You remember how Luis mentioned that he… you know. Has some other services he offers?”

  I set my glass down, trying to play it cool.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Well?” Jackie says. “What if I, um… see if he’s available?”

  I look at the waiter, then back at Jackie.

  She is smiling.

  “I think you might be able to get a more comfortable seat,” she says, grinning.

  But she is already leaning her cheek on her palm and turning toward Luis, who has somehow retrieved the drinks already and is returning to our table. “Thank you,” Jackie says, playing with the straw with her fingers in a way that would best be described as brothel-worthy. “Luis...” she coos. “I remember you telling me something about a massage the other day?”

  Luis smiles. “I give excellent massages.”

  “Mmm,” Jackie purrs. “And… is this the kind of thing maybe Sy here could come and watch?”

  Luis smiles at me. It’s a knowing smile. In fact, it’s not as unnerving as I might have thought. It’s the sort of smile he seems to have given to hundreds of men before. “Of course you’re welcome to come and watch,” he says. “Or even.. participate.”

  My mouth is getting dry. Jackie shoots me a look that warns me not to speak, which is an admittedly good idea because lately I am making a mess of speaking. Fine, I think. You know what? This is my present. I’ll just relax and let it hit me in the groin as it comes.

  “You have any time today?” Jackie says.

  Luis grins again. “I have just the thing, at three o’clock.”

  “Where do we go?”

  Luis smiles. “I come to you. Now… you want some lunch?” He is smiling when he adds: “Eat something light.”

  *

  We’re not back to the room until fifteen till three. I’m thinking about what a strange time it is to have a guy over to fuck your wife, and Jackie is thinking about what to wear.

  She decides on a robe, nothing more, and so I get comfortable on the bed while I watch her untie her skimpy bikini and slip out of the bottoms. Her pussy is still a little red from yesterday’s antics; a little puffy, a little used.

  It turns me on, I have to admit.

  And it’s only going to be more so from here.

  My stomach twists again, anticipation running along my skin as electricity.

  Jackie ties up the robe and looks at me. “You ready for this?” she says.

  I nod. I guess so.

  Obviously one part of me is ready.

  At precisely three, there’s a knock at the door. So much for “Caribbean Time.” Jackie smiles at me, her eyes dropping to my foot. “I’ll get it,” she says.

  When she comes back, Luis is following her. He smiles at me. He’s carrying a massage table.

  I suddenly have a sinking feeling: what if this really is just a massage?

  This is when I recognize it: I am more disappointed than relieved by that thought, that this might be just a massage. I was looking forward to watching my wife be a slut again, and the thought of having it taken away from me is almost too much.

  It tells me: this must be what I want.

  Jackie looks over at me, clutching her robe. I can tell she is wondering the same thing.

  But I know Jackie likes massages – legitimate ones – anyway, so I see her give something like a shrug to the room in general.

  Luis sets up his massage table while we watch him. I’m unsure of what to do, exactly, in a situation like this. Jackie set out some rum and a few Cokes for me, so I make myself to look nonchalant.

  Luis sets up the massage table, which is really incredibly sturdy when he’s done. He gives it a good shake, as though he’s reading my mind, and it remains improbably still.

  Luis takes out some oil and starts to rub it in his hands. “Okay,” he says to Jackie. “Ready to begin?”

  Jackie nods.

  Luis lifts a sheet up from the table, and again I feel disappointed: it may be just what we’ve been calling it, a massage.

  Jackie slides the robe off her shoulders. Even though Luis is being professional and holding the sheet up above his eyes, there’s something deeply erotic about the fact that another man is inches from my wife’s bare body, with only the thin sheet between them.

  Jackie lies down on the table and settles herself in, face down. Her lean body makes a pretty sight: the pressed bubble of her breast under the curve of her back, a sharp curve at her waist, and the round hill of her bottom.

  The sheet falls over her body, and Luis begins to arrange it for maximum exposure of her skin. He folds it at the edge of her bottom, and his fingers graze the fold of her ass where it meets her legs. Just fractions of an inch from her pussy.

  Jackie gives me a smile, her face turned toward me. Luis also looks at me and sort of half-smiles. Then he gets to work.

  He starts at her feet, making his way to the end of the table and taking her small feet in his hands. He kneads the sole of one foot, then wraps his fingers around her foot and moves his fingers in undulations around the arch. First one foot, then the other.

  His hands move to her ankles, then her calves. The same gentle, firm motions; kneading and then rubbing, then caressing as his hands inch further up, toward her ass.

  He pulls the sheet down so that only her bottom is covered, and I see her stiffen a little. He gets some oil and starts to move his hands over her body in long strokes, the sound of the oil sticky and wet on her skin. His dark skin contrasts with hers, and I stare at his thick fingers as they roll over her ribs, her shoulder blades, her lower back.

  He looks up at me, and I nod in encouragement. It’s Jackie’s show, but I’m certainly not going to put up any barriers here.

  “Relax,” he says, as Jackie tenses again. “Now, I have a question for you,” he says, his hands moving up to her neck, fingers playing with her scalp. A streak of goosebumps flash across Jackie’s neck and shoulders; I can see that the wispy hairs of her neck are standing on end.

  He
massages her for a bit, while I wait on pins and needles for his question.

  “Have you ever had a toe job?”

  Jackie almost pushes herself straight up, but he moves his hands deftly along her back, smiling.

  “A.. a what?” Jackie says.

  Luis works expertly on her back and his voice becomes very soothing. He’s looking at me when he says. “No, no, it’s nothing like what you’re thinking. Not exactly.”

  Jackie ceases trying to push herself up. Luis’s hands continue to roll and knead her flesh, massaging her, tickling there. He heads back down, skipping her still-covered bottom and starting with his fingertips deep in the inner area between her legs. He moves down, not prompting her to answer the question.

  Down further, and he moves around to the end of the table. He lifts one foot, so that it is pointed up at the ceiling, bent at a 90-degree angle at the knee. He starts to massage the sole of her foot with his thumbs, pressing along the length of it.

  It looks perfectly legitimate, like a regular massage, until he leans over slowly, and then, with his hands holding her foot like a sandwich, he sucks her big toe up into his mouth.

  I see the effect this has on Jackie as it rolls in a wave from her head to her toes. Her skin turns to gooseflesh and she shakes on the table. I hear her suck in her breath sharply.

  I wonder if she’s going to tell him to stop, but she doesn’t.

  Luis is rolling his tongue around her toe, inside of his mouth.

  Jackie begins to squirm on the massage table; it’s clear that he’s getting to her. But he takes his time, moving his lips along the length of her big toe, slowing his assault on her.

  This only makes Jackie wiggle more. Luis releases her big toe and starts to run his tongue along the length of each of her small, soft toes, sucking on the fat pads of each of them before moving on to the next.

  He finishes one foot and lifts her other foot by manipulating her calf. His tongue works its way around the tip of her big toe and then he sucks the whole thing into his mouth.

  Jackie makes a noise. It’s a cross between a gasp and a moan, but she’s trying to keep it in. She squirms again, and the sheet on the table slides over her skin, threatening to tumble to the floor.

  Luis’s eyes are on my wife’s bottom now, because the sheet is slowly slipping past a point of no return. Jackie stops moving her bottom, evidently not wanting to send the sheet falling to the floor but also not wanting Luis to stop what he’s doing.

  Her back rises and falls with her labored breath as she tries to control herself.

  Luis lets his hand slide over her ankle and down to her knee. Jackie’s body ripples and the sheet slides off completely.

  Luis is kissing her now, slowly moving his lips down her foot to her ankle, and then along her calf, his head tipped in the opposite direction so all I can see is his head as it makes its way down my wife’s leg.

  Jackie pushes herself up on her elbows. Her hair tumbles loose around her shoulders, freed somehow from the loose ponytail she had it collected in before. She looks at me through her wild hair.

  I nod to let her know it’s okay.

  More than okay; please, God, Jackie – continue.

  Luis reaches the back of her knee, and Jackie’s eyes roll a little and then close. Her lips part and she gasps. “Oh, I...” she murmurs.

  Luis moves his muscled arm out and gently pushes her down on the table, while his mouth keeps traveling along her leg. He’s behind the table now, traveling up to her bare bottom. One hand follows his mouth, playing with the places he’s just kissed, and the other hand is resting on her back, making circles on her skin with his fingers. Holding her still.

  When he reaches her bottom, I see his tongue dart along the crease where it meets her thighs. Jackie gasps. Luis smiles and his hands slide along her inner thigh, fingers getting closer to her pussy.

  Abruptly, he changes course, and begins to work his way back down her leg.

  I’m mildly disappointed until I see his plan. He gets to the end of the table, and slides his hands along both of her outer legs. His fingers sink into her flesh as he grips her, just above the knees, and pulls her along the table toward him.

  Jackie lifts her head to look behind her, then at me, then back. Luis meets her eyes as he gets her into position and starts to pull her legs apart. She is now bent over the table with her bottom toward Luis. He makes circles over her round ass, his dark hands massaging her. And then he lowers a hand, draws it up from just above her knee, along her inner thigh, and right between her legs.

  His other hand slides to her lower back.

  I can’t see exactly what his fingers are doing, but the sound of them slipping into her pussy is sticky and wet, so I know that Jackie is excited and ready for his touch. By the way his forearm flexes and move back and forth, I know that he is playing with her pussy, exploring her folds. Jackie balls her hands into fists and her mouth falls open.

  The sticky sound of his fingers moving in and out of her pussy is followed by a moan from Jackie. Luis is watching his hand as he penetrates her, and her body begins to move on the table as he delves deeper inside of her.

  The hand he was holding her back with moves back to her bottom, and he uses his thumb to push her ass open and get a better view of what he is doing. Jackie’s eyes fly open and she looks upward to meet my eyes. Another moan escapes her, and then a little squeak, as Luis pushes his hand deeper inside.

  Jackie’s moans get squeakier and less controlled, until at last she lets out a scream as she comes. I see her legs shaking almost uncontrollably as the orgasm rips through her body, and the sound of Luis’s fingers sloshing in her pussy gets even stickier and wetter than before.

  Luis continues to play with her pussy and fuck her with his fingers – he seems to have three inside of her – even though Jackie is squirming like she can’t take any more. His every touch makes her body ripple.

  Finally, he slows to a slow and steady pace, turning his hand inside of her, still “massaging” the insides of her, perhaps even rubbing his thumb on her clit.

  “Now,” he says. “Is that all the massage you want? Or is there something else I can do?”

  He’s speaking to Jackie, at least with his words. But he is looking at me, looking for me to make the call.

  I am about to open my mouth, though what I’m going to say is anybody’s guess, when Jackie’s eyes fly open and she looks at me directly.

  I give a barely perceptible nod, though I’m not sure she’s even had time to see it before she starts talking:

  “I think… I think I want one more thing,” she says.

  Luis unzips his pants, and we all hear it. The crackling sound of his zipper cutting through the air, the plop of his shorts on the floor.

  His cock is thick and dark pink, with a fat crown. It springs from his pants and points in front of him. He pulls on the back of his shirt to pull it over his head, and the muscled glory of his youthful body is revealed. With his other hand, he guides his cock to Jackie’s quivering thighs, and rubs it along the inside of her legs. I know that Jackie can feel the shape of him against her, and guess at the size and thickness of the meat he is rubbing up and down her leg.

  She stares at me, her lips parted. Her eyes are wide. I think she might be a little nervous now that she’s felt the size of his cock against her leg.

  “Something like that?” Luis says.

  The reality of the situation strikes me: this is a different situation than with Drew. A man has his cock against the inside of my wife’s thigh. This is a new line that Jackie will cross, and there will be no coming back from it. My stomach knots up.

  Luis is looking down at Jackie now, and she turns her head to look at him. “I don’t… I don’t know,” she says. “It’s so… big.”

  This causes my cock to practically split open as it thuds to its fullest thickness. I’m not especially small, and I don’t have some big hang-up about cock size… but hearing your wife whine to another man th
at his cock might be too big (and that’s the only reason she doesn’t know if she wants you to put it in her) is really just insanely hot.

  I will her silently to do it, and Luis keeps rubbing his dick along her thigh.

  Then he reaches forward and squeezes her leg. “Here,” he says. “Turn over. I know what you will like, it will all be just fine.”

  Jackie turns over on the table, and Luis pushes her by her knees up, scooting her along. He spreads her legs open. Her bottom is at the edge of the table, and her pussy is right in the line of his cock. He guides his cock to her sopping hole and begins to rub the crown against her clit.

  For a moment, Jackie just lies there, looking down at Luis. I can see she’s taking in the view of his naked body – his ripped abs, his thick chest, the smooth brown skin and the bulging forearms. All the way to his fat cock, which she looks at with mild alarm. But Luis doesn’t try to push inside of her. Instead, he continues to rub his cock against her clit.

  “Oh,” Jackie says.

  Luis reaches for her hand and guides it to his cock. She grasps it and her eyes widen again. “It’s too big,” she whispers. But she squeezes it hard in her fingers.

  Luis continues to guide her to use his cock to pleasure herself, and so she does. She grips his dick and rubs it against her clit, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. The cock makes her sticky pussy splutter and slosh, and I see that she’s getting closer to an orgasm as her legs start to stiffen and she strains to look down at what she is doing, even though it leaves her in a permanent sit-up.

  She’s getting so close to coming that my mouth is getting dry and I’m leaning on the edge of my chair, waiting to watch her release as if it will be mine as well.

  Then Luis pulls away from her suddenly.

  She gives a moan of disappointment. The sentiment behind the sound is echoed in my mind. Jackie falls back on the table, breathing hard.

  “Do you want to come?” Luis purrs.

  Jackie tosses her head on the table. “Oh,” she moans. “Please. Please don’t stop.” She slides her hands down to her pussy, and slips her fingers into her sopping slit. I hear the stickiness of her excitement as she starts to play expertly with her clit, but Luis reaches forward and takes her wrist in one hand to stop her.