Jessie gets a Job: A Hotwife Story

by Jason Lenov

  She sighed, rolled the lollipop around in her mouth, then popped it out.

  My cock jumped at the obvious connotation.

  "I had a long talk with Sarah," she said quietly. "None of the other girls showed up. It was just me and her. We had a really good talk."

  "What'd you talk about?" I asked.

  "Us. You and me. Money. Me with no job." Her shoulders sagged at the last part. "Scott, I want to say sorry."

  "Sorry?" I asked, dumbfounded. "For what?"

  Another sigh. "For being such a bitch about the job thing. I'm sorry it's all on you. I'm so selfish sometimes. I know that."

  "Baby, you're not..."

  "Ah!" she said, holding up a hand. "Let me finish. Sarah...well, she kind of gave me a talking to. She reminded me what an awesome guy you are and how when you bring up money stuff it's not to make me feel bad. She said I should do more."

  "Do more?" I asked.

  "Do more to contribute. Oh Scott, I know she's right!" she said, her voice faltering as if she were about to cry.

  My heart melted at her unexpected apology. "Baby, that's sweet. I'm sorry too. I feel like shit that I don't make enough money. Trust me, I would love nothing more than for you to be able to sit around and enjoy life. That's why I bring it up."

  "I know," she replied, nodding. "I know all that. That's why I'm not freaking out about this 'suggestion' of yours," she said, air-quoting.

  "No. Seriously. That was a joke."

  "Was it? You can't actually make money selling underwear online?"

  What. The. Fuck?

  "I mean, you can but I wasn't saying you should. That's crazy."

  "How much?" she asked.

  "How much what?"

  "How much can you make?"

  I sighed. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. This was the last place I'd thought this would go. "It's...like...thirty grand?"

  Jess' eyes bugged out. "Thirty grand?" she whispered.

  "I mean, I think you have to be doing it a lot. Like a lot, a lot to make that kind of coin."

  "Where did you get this?"

  Shit. This part I hadn't thought through. Of course she would ask that, even if she did get mad. Time to fess up, bud. "I...I just started surfing and, it just popped up."

  "And you found someone that makes thirty grand doing this?"

  "Allegedly."

  "Allegedly?" she asked.

  "It was a blog. Who knows. It could be a lie."

  "But there are other people doing it? Like, real people?"

  "I don't know," I said, "I think so."

  "And you think it's possible?"

  I squinted at her and shook my head. What the hell had happened to her at Sarah's? The Jess I knew would never entertain something like this. "Come on. You're not serious about this are you?" I managed.

  She shrugged. "Looks like you already helped yourself."

  I followed here eyes as they drifted down towards my waist. It felt like the bottom dropped out of my stomach at what I saw. There, poking out of my pocket, was one skinny strap of the purple thong I'd...used. "Uh...I...it's..." I stammered but couldn't get more words out. It was pretty obvious what it was. There was no other explanation but the obvious. I'd delved into her underwear to see what all the fuss was about. And now she knew.

  "You know," she said, taking a step towards me, "before I left tonight, I would have thought that was pretty gross. In fact, you're probably right. The me that left for dinner tonight probably would have given you the silent treatment for a day or two for something like this."

  Okay. That was honest. "So what changed?" I asked.

  The first faint glimmer of a smile appeared on her lips. "Money wasn't the only thing Sarah and I talked about," she said, turning her head down to hide her smile.

  A nervous excitement raced through me. It wasn't? What else had they discussed? "You going to tell me about..."

  "Nah," she said, dismissing the unfinished question with a wave. "It was just girl stuff. But," she began, taking another step closer. Before I could react her hand shot out and grabbed the thong from out of my pocket. She dangled it between her thumb and index finger, turning it around, as if she were examining a dead rodent. For a brief moment I saw the old Jess reappear as a look of revulsion almost blossomed on her face. She took a deep breath. "So what is it?"

  "What is what?" I asked, breathless and whispering at this strange new wife that had walked through the door.

  "What is it about...underwear, exactly?"

  Oh God. Like I was actually going to tell her that. "I don't know. I just...I wasn't doing anything with it. I just...I got it because I thought that..."

  "Oh bullshit Scott!" she snapped. Suddenly, her manner turned back to the cool, collected woman she'd walked in as. "Scott," she said quietly, "come on. You can tell me."

  No I could not. Could I? Did I really dare tell her, my prissy little Jess, what the attraction might be? What the attraction had been to me? "You're just going to get grossed out," I whispered, looking down at the ground because I couldn't look her in the eye.

  "Promise I'm not."

  I looked up to see her making a cross above her heart.

  "Cross my heart and hope to die."

  She did seem different. More honest. Less put on. More genuine. "You really want to know?"

  "Of course I do. That's why I'm asking."

  I took a deep breath, steadied myself with a hand on the counter and looked her square in the eye. "Okay. Don't hate me if you hate what I say, okay?"

  She smiled, looked up at the ceiling, then back at me. "Okay."

  "I think..."

  Come on, Scottie. You can do this.

  "I think a big part of it is the smell."

  Her eyes went a little wide and she stood up a little straighter but didn't do any of the things I'd been expecting. No disgusted expression. No eye roll. No moan. No, "ew, gross!" She looked at the underwear, still hanging from her hand, like she knew some secret about it now. "The smell?" she asked quietly.

  "Yeah. The smell."

  Her eyes wandered back to mine. "So like, the smell of my pussy?"

  Yikes. I don't think I'd ever heard her say anything so dirty in her life. "Yeah," I managed to whisper. "The smell of your pussy."

  She brought the underwear a little closer to her face, leaning forward at the same time until it was an inch or so from her nose. Barely moving her head, she gave the fabric a single, soft sniff.

  I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head. Jess, my wife, was standing in front of me in the kitchen, smelling her own filthy underwear like it was no big deal.

  She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. "You like that smell?"

  Oh my God. My cock was burning hot from all this and throbbing between my legs. An incredibly confusing yet completely erotic erection was draining the blood from my head. "I mean...yes?" I said, sounding tentative.

  "So when I was gone," she asked softly, "you...smelled these?"

  I was in this deep. No reason to back down now. "Yes?"

  "And you..." She didn't finish her sentence. She didn't need to.

  "Yes."

  "Hm," she mused, looking at the underwear again. "That's gross, Scott. Really gross."

  "It is?" What the fuck? Had this all been a trap? Was she now going to reveal that she was, in fact, going to give me the silent treatment?

  "It is. But..."

  "But? But what?"

  "I don't know." Jess looked straight at me, then tossed the underwear at my face.

  I caught them right before they landed on my nose.

  "I guess it's kind of hot, too."

  "It...it is?" I stammered.

  "Uh-huh." She spun around and started strolling towards the stairs, her hips swaying a little more than usual. "Come on. Let's go." She turned to look at me over her shoulder with one foot on the stair. "And bring those. I want to try something out."

  Chapter 5

  Needless to say I alm
ost beat her up the stairs. I was being torn apart by a desire laced with a weird sort of shame about what I'd done, the fact that I'd confessed it, that now she knew. Yet, Jess had taken on such a different manner. She seemed to stand straighter. She wasn't even wearing heels. Her chest seemed rounder, prouder somehow. More commanding.

  As I followed her into the room, she nodded towards the bed. "Go sit down."

  I eagerly obliged, shuffling over to the bed, clutching the underwear in one hand.

  Jess stood in the center of our large bedroom, stared at me and began peeling off layer after layer of her clothes. Her jacket fell to the floor. Then the blouse she was wearing. Then her bra.

  I gazed at her, fixated and now completely aroused by what she was doing. It wasn't a strip-tease, exactly, but it was a hell of a lot sexier than what Jess normally did in the bedroom. Soon, she was standing completely naked in front of me. Her nipples were hard from the cool air of the bedroom and I could just make out the two soft flaps of her pussy lips between her legs.

  She walked towards me until she was standing at the edge of the bed, her hard nipples just inches from my mouth. She reached out with her hand. "Give them to me," she ordered softly.

  I passed her the ball of purple fabric I'd been holding onto.

  Once again, she took it with two fingers and let it fall out, unfurling like a filthy, stained sail. She moved the underwear closer, until the triangle at the center was over top my nose. "Sniff," she said.

  It felt as if every nerve ending in my body was buzzing with electric tension. I closed my eyes and drew in a breath. The acrid stench of the caked-on stains filled my nose and lungs. My cock surged, bouncing up between my legs and popping out between the two folds of the bathrobe I was wearing.

  "Wow," I heard Jess say.

  The sound made me open my eyes.

  "That good, huh?" she asked.

  "I...it's not that it's..."

  "Shh!" she said, pressing the pad of her finger to my lips. "Just let me do the talking for now."

  I had never seen her like this. Calm. Collected. In control. Jess didn't take control. Not like this. What had her and Sarah talked about?

  Suddenly, she dropped the underwear down onto the floor. She took another step forward and brought one knee up onto the bed. Then the other. She hooked her hands behind my neck and pulled herself onto me, holding herself up with her thighs as she positioned her pussy over my cock.

  I felt the heat of her hole glancing against the tip of my swollen manhood. I wanted to slap my hands down on her ass and bring her down onto me, shove my cock up into her soft flesh. But more than that, I wanted to find out what was going to happen next.

  "You know," Jess began, still holding onto the back of my neck. She swayed her hips side to side, letting her pussy lips press against my cock. I felt a trickle of her grool drip out. It was hot and sticky as it rolled down the underside of my dick, slowing the lower it got.

  I shuddered beneath her, staring up at her with wide eyes, desperate to feel her impale herself onto me.

  "You know there's something I don't think you've thought about in all of this," she said, smiling sweetly.

  "What?" I whispered.

  "I don't think you've thought of the fact that if I do this, if I actually go through with this crazy, gross idea..." She paused.

  "What?" I echoed. For the love of God, please. What?!?

  "If I actually go through with this, you're going to have to deal with the fact that somewhere out there, another man is going to be smelling your wife's pussy."

  My cock bounced to full hardness beneath her, splitting the soft cleft of flesh between her legs.

  At that moment, Jess relaxed her thighs. With a soft, wet slurp, she slid her pussy onto my pole.

  The vision flashed in my mind. Jess, her hands hooked around some stranger's neck the same way they were hooked around mine, sliding slowly down his hard cock. Letting him inside her. Taking some strangers cock into her cunt.

  I gripped her ass with both hands as my core tensed. My ass flexed and the warm tickle that had been threatening to spill over, suddenly burst. "Oh fuck!" I cried as hot seed started to spew out of my cock and into my wife. I wanted to stop it, but it was too late. The orgasm ripped up my spine as a knowing smile curled Jess' lips and she gave me a few obliging rubs with her hot cunt.

  It was an intense climax and over too fast. Jess stayed there on top of me as my breathing slowed.

  A little ashamed at having come so fast and a little worried about whether we were still playing her little game or not, I didn't look at her for a while. When I did, she was still smiling.

  "Interesting," she whispered. She shifted her weight to one side and raised her leg up and over my thighs.

  My cock fell out of her pussy with a wet pop.

  Without looking at me again, she sauntered over towards the bathroom.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a single trickle of white cream, my semen, trailing down the inside of her thigh.

  What the fuck had I just done?

  Chapter 6

  We didn't talk about it any more that night. We didn't talk about it any more for the rest of the weekend, either. That was nothing strange.

  Jess was volatile at the best of times and I wrote it off as just some crazy flight of fancy we'd both succumbed to and forgotten about. Well, maybe she had.

  I had not.

  The idea kept bouncing around in my mind even as the possibility of it actually happening seemed to wane. The whole thing had been so sexy and dirty and I couldn't stop thinking about it. The smell of her pussy stained underwear. The way she'd taken control of sex that night. And, of course, the dizzying, terrifying fantasy of her with another man.

  When I got home Monday night after work, it was to find Jess in an unusually bubbly mood. She was humming to herself in the kitchen, stirring a mug of coffee with cream. "Hey," I said, walking up behind her and putting my arms around, my palms resting on her tight tummy.

  "Hey!" She sounded elated. "How was work?"

  "Meh, you know, the usual. How are things here. You seem cheerful?" I let go of her, reached across the counter to grab an apple and bit into it. I walked over to the little table by the window and started picking through the mail.

  "Guess what I did?" There was something about the way she said it, a sort of sinister, sinful edge to her voice that made my heart skip a beat.

  I turned around slowly to the sight of her sly grin.

  "What?" I asked, swallowing the chunk of apple that threatened to lodge itself in my throat.

  "You're not going to believe this," she said, skipping towards me with a giggle.

  I didn't normally get worried about things Jess had done. It was usually shopping or going out for lunch. The trouble was, none of those things made her act like this. "Are you going to tell me?" I asked. "Or are you just going to stand there grinning?"

  "I did it!" she squealed, clapping her hands together.

  Of course in some dark corner of my mind I was considering that it might be what we'd discussed. I dismissed it as impossible but not before a panicked lust roiled through me. "Did what, Jess?" I said, trying to play it cool.

  "I mailed someone my underwear!"

  Oh God.

  Oh God, oh God, oh God.

  What had I done?!?

  What had she done?!?

  "You didn't really, did you?" I said, forcing myself to chew the last bit of apple still in my mouth.

  "Oh my God I totally did!"

  I stared at her, still chewing for what was probably a minute. I was too stunned to do anything but. When I finally relaxed enough to let some air back into my lungs, I still felt like I could barely talk. "You didn't," I whispered.

  "I did!" She danced up a little closer to me and took me by the hand. She pressed my palm against her warm chest and I felt her heart beating hard. "Can you feel this? I'm totally freaked out! I can't believe I did that!"

  "Jess," I began. I looked into he
r eyes but they looked truthful. She'd really gone and done it. "You actually did it? You sent someone your underwear?"

  "I did! Can you believe it?"

  I couldn't. I couldn't really believe it. A mad battle had started in my mind between the Scott who'd made the suggestion in the first place, and the one who found it incredibly hot. Neither one seemed to be winning but they were both up in arms. "Jess...what? How?"

  She couldn't stop beaming. She looked like a kid at Christmas. "I went on the computer and searched through your history. I found some of those posts, the ones about the underwear? Then I just basically copied them and made my own. Then, like literally ten minutes later, I get a message saying someone replied!"

  Oh my goodness. My wife, my prissy, prudish Jess had actually been contacted by some guy from some dark corner of the internet about her fucking panties! "And..." I asked as calmly as I could.

  "And, I wrote him back and told him what they were and how much the cost and..."

  "How much did they cost?" I asked.

  "You're not going to believe this. Fifty bucks!"

  "Fifty bucks?" I asked, my jaw dropping in disbelief. I mean, I guess if there were people making thirty grand off of this out there you had to charge that kind of money for underwear but damn! Fifty freaking bucks?!? "How do you...how do you know he's going to send the money?"

  "He already did! It's in my paypal!"

  "He already payed you?" I asked. "Before he got the underwear?" Something seemed fishy about that. "How does he know you're not some dude trolling the internet and ripping guys off of fifty bucks?"

  Jess rolled her eyes. No, not that kind of eye-roll this time. This time it was more like a sideways glance, a mischievous look that let me know she had something hide. "That's the thing..."

  "Jess," I growled, gripped by an even greater panic at what she might have done. "Tell me right now!"

  "You have to promise not to be mad," she said, looking up at me with round, puppy eyes.

  "Jess, seriously. I'm starting to lose my..."

  "Promise you won't be mad!"

  I sighed and tried to collect myself. I was starting to lose my shit. Not only had she been in touch with this guy, clearly she'd done something that might make me mad. The possibility of what that might be had dried out my mouth and made my throat tight. "I promise I won't be mad," I managed, trying not to clench my jaw.