Jessie gets a Job: A Hotwife Story

by Jason Lenov

  "Wait, what? Hold on? What for?" I asked, practically panting with need.

  Jess bit her lip. "This really gets you worked up, huh?" she asked.

  I felt the tingle of nerves in my stomach. I wasn't sure what she was getting at but I really needed what I was trying to get at so I just decided to go with it. "Yeah. So?" I asked.

  Jess shook her head as I tried to crawl on top of her again. "So, so I just want to know more about it."

  Ugh. Really? We really had to do this now?

  "Okay," I said, swallowing and trying to calm myself down. My cock was throbbing and all I wanted was to feel it buried inside her soft pussy. To my delight, Jess reached down beneath the covers and wrapped a warm fist around it and gave it a soft stroke.

  It wasn't perfect but it would do for now.

  "So... like, it turns you on thinking that some other guy is smelling my underwear?"

  I sighed and rolled my eyes a little.

  Jess gave my cock another gentle pump, focusing my attention on her again.

  "Okay, okay," I stammered. "Yes. It does."

  A tiny smile cracked on one side of her mouth. "Doesn't it make you kind of jealous too, though?"

  Another inkling of doubt or dread or... I don't know, something that wasn't just fuck-happy lust clouded over my mind. "Uh... sure, a bit, I guess."

  "You guess?" she asked quietly, her hand stroking my cock in a regular rhythm now.

  Why? Why was she asking me to do this now? Did I fell jealous? I... I hadn't really thought about it that much. I had been too busy thinking about how it turned me on. "I don't... I don't know," I muttered.

  Still stroking my cock, Jess leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. She pulled away and stared into my eyes, smiling. "Um, cause I wanted to ask you something."

  Oh come on!

  "Yeah honey?" I said, my voice cracking as she tightened her grip around my cock. "What's up?"

  "Promise you won't get mad?" she asked quietly. She started stroking me a little harder.

  A curious cocktail of emotions started to roil inside me. I was starting to get a little worried about what Jess had on her mind, exactly. At the same time it was so hot that she was actually enjoying sex and kind of taking control, too.

  For some reason I thought of Charlie, of all people to think about in that moment. Probably because I was about to shove a giant wrench in the works by pulling away from her and asking her what the hell was going on.

  Don't be a little bitch, Scott. Don't be a whiny little bitch.

  "Hey!" Jess shot me a playfully angry glare as she gave my cock a sharp tug. "Where'd you go? I asked you a question!"

  I caught my breath at the hard yank but decided to play along. "Uh... nowhere. I'm still here. Just... that feels good. What were we talking about?" I asked.

  "I asked you if you promised you wouldn't get mad?" Jess said, melting back into sexy-fun-Jess.

  "Okay. I promise. I promise I won't get mad."

  Truth be told, I wasn't sure what I was promising I wouldn't get mad about but I had such a fucking froth worked up from her jerking me that I just needed to take care of that. We could talk, or whatever, later. "What's up?" I asked.

  Jess smiled a little wider still as she leaned even closer to me. She flipped her hand around on my cock but kept tugging. "So while I was online today doing the underwear thing?"

  I looked into her eyes. Something about the way she'd posed it as a question made me do it.

  She was looking at me with a deep and penetrating stare and I could barely hold her gaze, it was so intense. "Yes?" I whispered, breathing in heavily in time with her stroking my cock.

  My seed had already started to pool at the base of my shaft and I had all but given up on fucking her pussy. I just needed release now.

  "Well," she began quietly, biting her lip and looking away for a second before going on. "I found... I kind of stumbled onto something else."

  "Something else?" I gasped, the cum starting to run through my shaft.

  "Uh-huh," she replied, nodding.

  "Something else like what?"

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Fuck I was getting close.

  "I... I found this site you can go on and... " she giggled making her lose her rhythm for a moment.

  My hips started to buck trying to catch the climax that had almost slipped away.

  "What?" I groaned. I didn't care at this point. I just wanted to fucking get off.

  "You flash your tits for guys and stuff. Do shows and like... play with dildos."

  My eyes went wide as saucers. Was she for real? "Flash your tits and stuff?"

  "Yeah," she said, smiling. "For other guys. I figured it's not much different than the underwear thing, right? It's not like anyone's actually touching me."

  A whimpering moan dribbled out of my mouth as a splash of cum dribbled out of my cock.

  Jess's expression changed to concern. "Are you okay?" she asked, letting go of my cock.

  "Fuck! No! Don't stop!"

  Realizing what was happening, she grabbed me again with lightning speed and started to choke my climax out.

  The tickle that had slithered back up into my brain came roaring out. My cock hardened in her hand. I looked down. A fat splash of white, hot cum came shooting out, covering her arm. I shook and groaned and looked up to see Jess smiling at me in delight.

  I closed my eyes and let myself drown in the orgasm. It passed over me in waves and I came out the other end panting but satisfied.

  I looked over at her again. She looked proud. A jolt of nervous adrenaline ripped through me.

  My wife had just told me she was going to be a camgirl.

  We needed to talk.

  Chapter 9

  "I know it sounds a little crazy and if you're not into it, I promise I won't do it. I didn't want you to get upset, I promise I didn't. I just stumbled across it and I thought I would ask."

  It was possibly the most earnest way I'd ever heard her talk.

  We had what I'd call a typical relationship, Jess and I. We loved each other, liked each other, even, but there was definitely a divide of the sexes there. There were some things she didn't get about me and there were some things that I would just never get about her.

  We tried our best to communicate and talk about things, the way they always tell you you should, but for the most part we were pretty content not understanding everything about the other person.

  So when I say that it was the most earnest way I'd ever heard her talk, it was like hearing a whole new Jess all of a sudden. Not the Jess that threw fits and got angry and slammed doors. This Jess was... well, she was like one of the guys. You know?

  "What's wrong?" she asked.

  "Huh?"

  "You're not saying anything." She didn't sound angry about it. Just concerned.

  "Oh... right! Sorry, I spaced out."

  "Yeah. I saw that. So what's up?" she asked.

  I sighed and tried to collect my thoughts. "You just told me you want to be a camgirl."

  "I didn't say I want to be a camgirl. I just said I found out that you could be a camgirl, if you wanted to."

  "I don't think I'd make a very good camgirl, personally," I said, looking up out of the corner of my eye.

  Jess rolled her eyes and flared her nostrils. "Hardy-har-har."

  "Okay. Sorry. So... like, you want to do this?"

  She took a deep breath, drawing my eyes to her rising chest. She looked nervous but not scared. "I... I don't know."

  Maybe that should have scared me. Maybe I should have said no right there and then. What kind of guy doesn't, when his wife tells him she wants to be a camgirl. Or at least that's she might want to do that. "You don't know?"

  Her eyes went a little wider and her mouth cracked into an excited smile. "Scott you should see how much some of these girls make!" she gushed, grabbing my arm. "There's girls on there making six figures!"

  I raised an eye at that. "Jess, it's the internet
. There's someone saying they make six figures doing something on every other thread. I don't think you can... "

  "No, Scott, I really did some research. After I ran across that first site I started digging and I'm serious, this is actually possible! Not that I would be making that kind of money," she added with a dismissive wave.

  I furrowed my brow. "What? Why not?"

  She waved the question away even as she answered it. "Oh, you have to be really pretty to make that kind of coin."

  Weird. She didn't usually cruise for compliments like that.

  "Jess," I said, putting on my straightest, I'm-being-completely-honest-when-I-say-this tone. "I'm totally being honest when I say you're not just pretty. You're fucking smoking hot. I bet you would make a metric shit-ton of money!"

  It was only really once the words were out of my mouth that I realized they could be construed as me advocating for her to go ahead and try to make a metric shit-ton of money flashing people online.

  "Oh Scott, you have to say that. You're my husband. But... do you really think I could?"

  I felt slightly judo'ed into a corner. Suddenly it sounded like I should be rooting for her to go and make some of that sweet porn money! "I mean, if you wanted to," I replied. "Is that what you want?"

  Jess sighed and looked at me with her earnest eyes again. "Okay. I'm being serious here. Wouldn't you be jealous about that? Just a little bit?"

  Would I?

  I closed my eyes and thought about it. I thought about Jess sitting naked in front of her laptop. Then I thought of some guy staring at her through the camera, his face on the screen, telling her what she should do.

  And even though I'd just had a huge orgasm, my cock literally jumped out of my lap.

  My eyes snapped open to see Jess staring at my cock.

  She looked up at me. "What was that?" she asked.

  I shook my head. "What kind of stuff do you do? Like when you're online doing... you know, doing that thing."

  "It's called camming," she said, leaning closer, smiling and taking my cock in her hand again.

  I gasped as she swung one leg over me and lowered herself so that the head of my hardening cock kissed the hot grool dripping from her snatch. "It is, huh?" I muttered.

  "It is," she said, sliding her slick pussy back and forth across my cock. "It is called that and I can't believe how hot it's making you just talking about it."

  What could I say? It was making me really damn hot talking about it. Of course, her sitting on my lap and painting her slit with my hard dick wasn't hurting either, but there was no doubt that the thought of Jess getting kind of dirty while some other guy watched was really revving me up.

  With one last sweep down her pussy, she slipped the head of my straining cock between her sweet, hot lips and slowly slid down the length of it, settling on my lap.

  Fuck that felt good.

  "So what was it that did it?" she asked.

  "What?" I replied.

  "What was it that made your cock jump up like that? What'd you think about?"

  "I... I don't know. I just thought about you... I thought about another guy watching you do something like that." It begged the question. "What... like, what would you do, exactly?"

  Her eyes opened a little wider as my cock hardened inside her. "I felt that," she whispered. "Well, from what I saw the kinkier you can get the more money you can make."

  This time my eyes opened wide. And my cock got even harder inside her.

  Jess started to ride me, sliding slowly back and forth across my lap. "I think that for starters I would probably just," she burst into a giggle, covering her mouth but still riding me. "I think I'd have to start slow, you know? Just, like, to get comfortable getting naked and stuff?"

  I couldn't believe we were having the conversation. I doubly couldn't believe the way we were having it. We were having sex while talking about her performing sex acts for other men, for chrissakes!

  What the hell was wrong with us?

  But it didn't feel wrong, that was the thing. Nothing felt wrong about it. Everything felt... it felt like a good idea. It felt like it would all be fine. It was all anonymous on there anyways, right?

  "So," Jess whispered, pulling me closer to her chest. "So when you think about me doing that, when you think about me doing something like that for another man, does that make you hot?" she asked.

  Didn't really matter how I replied. I knew she could feel my cock get even harder inside her.

  "Guess that's a yes," she said. She started to ride me a little faster. The slick sounds of her pussy swallowing up my cock came slapping up from my lap.

  "So if I were to do it, like, what would you do? Would you just sit there at work while I did it?" she asked.

  My cock lurched inside her again and this time I felt some cum start to drop from my nuts. This was making me insanely hot. "Oh fuck, Jess, I think I would go nuts."

  "You would?" she asked with smiling eyes. It seemed that she was getting off on me getting off on this as much as I was. Her pussy was soaked with juice.

  "Fuck, I don't know if I'd even be able to work. I'd just be sitting there thinking about what you were doing and how hot it was, trying to hide my hard-on!"

  Her nipples stiffened as she started sliding even faster back and forth across my lap. Her pussy was drooling so much on me I knew she was just as hot as I was.

  "You'd be thinking about me back here, fucking another guy through the internet?" she panted.

  Wow.

  No one said anything about fucking another guy. But... fuck! My cock went ramrod-stiff inside her. Even if I wanted to pretend what she'd said didn't turn me on there was no way to bluff about what my cock had just done.

  "Say it, baby," Jess panted. She had her arms wrapped tight around my neck and was riding like her life depended on it.

  "S-say what?" I gasped, my cock filling with spunk, ready for the blast.

  "Say you'd be thinking about me fucking another guy!"

  It was like getting hit by truck. As my face twisted in pleasure I managed to grunt the words out. "I want you to fuck another guy!"

  As soon as I said it Jess started mewling. Her pussy started clutching at my spewing cock, her body greedily gobbling up my gift into her womb.

  We rode it out together, pressed against each other and rocking the bed as we chased every last bit of pleasure the strange utterance would give us.

  Except this time we didn't look at each other and laugh. This time when it was over and we'd both caught our breath, Jess leaned forward and pressed her lips against my mouth. She plunged her tongue in, in the deepest, hottest kiss I think we'd ever shared.

  We sat there making out, my cock still inside her hot body, the erection fading a lot more slowly than it ever had.

  Chapter 10

  I was almost to shaky to drive to work the next day. We'd spent the rest of the evening with the laptop on the bed, Jess showing me all the sites she'd been to and all the ones she thought would be good to work at.

  When I saw some of them, I wasn't so sure. It looked like there were a lot of ladies on there that weren't too happy about their life choices, you know?

  Inevitably, I also felt a certain discomfort at the reality of what we were about to do.

  I'm not hyper-masculinized or anything. It's 2017, men and women have all sorts of different roles and I'm fine with that. Hell, if Jess was some high-powered career woman I would have no problem with that whatsoever.

  Except this wasn't that. This was me, a guy, who was trying to support the two of us on a job that didn't pay enough to do that, basically sending his wife out to be a prostitute.

  Okay, okay. I know it wasn't exactly that. The idea was a joke that had turned serious. And this camgirl thing was actually her idea, not mine.

  Still. There was definitely a shadow darkening my experience of the whole thing because of that fact.

  There was something else, too. Something that had been bothering me since this whole thing had
started but I'd pushed out of mind because I just didn't have the time or energy to deal with it. I knew I would have to sooner or later, though.

  Something about Jess had changed. It wasn't just her personality in the bedroom, either. She was pursuing this like I'd never known her to pursue anything before.

  Jess didn't pursue things. Jess went to lunch with her girlfriends and shopped too much or got her hair done. But something about this had flipped a switch inside her, it seemed.

  It might have been the freedom she felt about being able to make money. Maybe it was just nice to finally have something to do, other than lounge. Whatever it was, it had brought out something in her that even I hadn't known was there.

  "Are you going to freak out?"

  The soft sound of her voice in the hallway shook me from my thoughts. I turned to see her standing behind me, looking up with round, innocent eyes. I smiled, trying to conceal the apprehension I felt. "Am I going to freak out about what?"

  Jess shrugged. "I don't know. I just wonder if you're going to freak out at work or something? About this? Me? Online?"

  Even just the thought of sitting at work while Jess got it on with some stranger online sent a terrifying, thrilling rush of adrenaline through me.

  A part of me couldn't believe I was actually doing this. Another part knew I couldn't turn back. Steadying my hand, I touched her cheek and smiled. "Relax," I lied. "I'll be fine."

  She smiled back. It was a warm, trusting smile, like she really appreciated the reassurance.

  Relax, hon. Go ahead and be a little whore. I'll be fine.

  The thought came out of nowhere and terrified me as much as it excited me. I felt like I'd downed three double espresso's as I walked to the car, my body humming with tension at what was to come.

  I wasn't fine.

  I was nowhere close to being fine. I was totally and completely fucked up the whole day. It ended up being a day of meetings which was a blessing and a curse.

  It was a blessing because I could just space out.

  It was a curse because I could just space out.

  As people droned on and on around me about CRRP filings and whether the warehouse needed more risk-management because of the accident with the forklift that had happened a few days ago, I zoned out and let thought after imagined thought of what Jess was doing in that moment go sailing through my mind.