Jessie gets a Job: A Hotwife Story

by Jason Lenov

  "I... I do."

  She started panting. She dove down again. She sucked my cock with her hot wet mouth. The sounds of her noisy slurping filled the room.

  I had just started groaning, about to nut, when she popped off. "Say it."

  "Ugh," I moaned, my orgasm shrinking back into my body. "Say what?"

  "Say you want me to do it again. Say you want me to show someone my pussy again," she begged.

  I was so completely under her spell it was almost laughable.

  My body tightened as her hand pumped and pumped and pumped. I felt my seed swelling through my shaft again.

  "I want it. I want you to... I want you to show someone your pussy again!" I groaned.

  Looking like she was going to have her own climax just from hearing me say it, Jess dove down again and took my cock into my mouth.

  Except this time she didn't just take it into her mouth. Opening her throat, she rammed her face down, down, down my shaft until I felt the tip of her nose touch my abdomen.

  I roared as I felt the first blast of seed shoot through my cock.

  In that moment, Jess closed her throat and started to swallow, coaxing the rest of my load into her depths.

  My hips bucked up but even then she kept her face firmly impaled on my shaft.

  Blast after blast of hot, sticky seed exploded into the back of her throat. I couldn't believe what I was watching.

  Until it was too much.

  Unable to take any more of what was apparently a huge load, Jess let it blow out the corners of her mouth and nose. Hot splatters of white cum spat across the bed and flew past me onto the floor.

  My orgasm peaked at the sight of Jess's pretty face stuffed with cock and spewing spunk her mouth couldn't contain any longer.

  She fought to hang on as my cock pumped inside her, but lost. Pulling her face off of me, she wrapped her hand around my cock again and pumped out the rest of my climax.

  Watching her simultaneously finish me off while gagging on the load I'd just delivered inside her throat was one of the most perversely pleasurable experiences of my life up to that point.

  Up to that point.

  Things were about to get a whole lot more fucked up.

  Chapter 12

  Of course I spent the whole next day at work on pins and needles. Who wouldn't?

  Jess and I had fallen asleep after that amazing blow job and you know what? This is so filthy I can't even believe she did it. She didn't even wash her mouth.

  She swallowed up all the cum that was on her face but she didn't go brush her teeth or anything. She just put her head down on the pillow and closed her eyes.

  Even worse than that? I thought that was hot, too. So filthy and so hot.

  There were no meetings at work the next day to help me get through the day. It was a regular day and I was expected to be at my desk and working, right?

  Right. It wasn't going to happen.

  I was twitching, fidgeting wreck of nervous energy. A few people were going out for lunch and they asked if I wanted to come but of course I declined.

  Why go out for lunch with your co-workers like a normal human when you can spend the hour walking around the office park wondering whether your wife is at home coming in front of another man?

  By the time it was five o'clock I was so amped up that I almost got a speeding ticket on the way home. The only thing that saved me was the guy going five miles an hour faster in the next lane.

  I didn't ring the doorbell this time when I got home, just barged right in. I dropped my briefcase and keys and raced upstairs and into the bedroom.

  Jess wasn't there. Still, the setup took my breath away.

  She'd closed the blinds so the room was dark except for the light coming from the hall. Her laptop was open on the bed casting a blue glow across the whole room. The sheets were messed up which made my stomach tighten at the thought of what she'd been doing in them.

  But you know what? You know what really caught my attention and held it so hard I couldn't look away? There, in the middle of the bed, was a big, black dildo.

  A fucking dildo. A black dildo. My wife, Jess, had probably used this dildo on herself while another man watched.

  I couldn't fucking believe it. It felt like I was paralyzed and shaking at the same time.

  "You're home."

  Her quiet voice ripped me from my stupor and made me look up. The sight of her took my breath away the same way the state of the room had.

  She was standing in the door to the bathroom, silhouetted by the light behind her. She was wearing an almost see-through negligee that reached down to about the middle of her thighs. Her breasts pushed out the front of it and I could see the outline of her stiff nipples.

  I'd never seen her like that. Even on our wedding night, the only other time I'd seen her in lingerie, I'd never seen her look like that.

  She looked so comfortable in it. Like she belonged in it, you know? Like this was really the right thing for her, being an internet slut.

  Oh God, what had I done?

  "How was your day?" she asked, as if all of this were suddenly normal and there was no reason for me to be so shocked by it. As if it had been happening all along.

  "Uh... I... it was fine."

  Jess smiled. "Good."

  Somehow I managed to find the strength to mutter, "How was yours?"

  Her smile widened. As she stepped forward I looked down her body. She looked so... lithe. So slender and graceful, like she'd spent the whole day at a ballet class. Her toes caught my eye.

  She'd painted her toenails and I stared at them the whole time she walked across the room.

  "You like them?" she asked, wiggling them and grabbing at the carpet with her feet.

  I looked up and swallowed, my mouth hanging open. "Uh-huh," I grunted.

  Jess burst into giggles as she wrapped her hands around my neck. The weight of her arms on my shoulders felt good. It felt reassuring. Like everything was going to be alright. "Scott," she said, leaning forward so I could feel her breath on my cheek. "I had an amazing day."

  I had just started breathing again when she said this and it took my breath away again. My mind went into overdrive imagining what an amazing day being an internet exhibitionist might mean.

  Jess leaned back to look me in the eyes. "Aren't you gonna ask me what that means?" she said.

  I was so completely mesmerized by her in that moment I just can't explain it. She had my full and complete attention and I was just... I was hers. "What... what does it mean?"

  It must have been the way I said it but it made her burst into giggles again. She threw her head back, the weight of her body pulling mine forward. She seemed so... happy.

  "Scott," she began, "I made five hundred dollars."

  My eyes popped open so wide I thought they'd fall out. "Five hundred dollars?" I echoed. I was sure I'd heard her wrong.

  She nodded. "Uh-huh. Five hundred bucks."

  I couldn't believe it. This was... this was too good to be true and too scary to be good at the same time. If she really made five hundred bucks what did that mean? Was she going to do this forever? Was this going to become her job?

  What if it did become her job? What if she spent her entire days having sex on the internet with strangers?

  Of course you know what question came next. Would there be any left for me?

  "Five hundred bucks," I whispered.

  "Five hundred bucks. Can you believe it?" She was much more excited now.

  I looked past her toward the bed.

  She turned to follow my gaze. "Oh yeah," she said, turning back and blushing. "That's a thing. You like it? I bought it this morning when I went to get my nails done. Along with this. What do you think?" Dropping her arms from my neck, she spun around.

  The soft negligee floated up as she twirled exposing her softer parts.

  I felt the urge to throw her onto the bed and drill myself into her. It felt like that was the only thing that would make things fee
l normal again.

  Then she had her arms up around my neck and was staring at me again, all smiles. "You're terrified, aren't you?" she asked.

  The question shook me awake. "Terrified? What do you mean?"

  "I mean this," she said, glancing down at what she was wearing. "And that." She nodded over her shoulder toward where the dildo was lying on the bed.

  "I just... I don't... "

  "You don't know what's going to happen. You're not sure you can take it. Right?"

  I don't know how she knew. But she was spot on. I nodded.

  "I know this is weird. I know it is. It's... kind of weird for me too, but honestly? I've never felt this good. I'm... it's like I'm a whole new person. I'm in charge in her and I'm in charge and I'm... I'm so hot for you because of what I've been doing all day," she explained.

  That piqued my interest. "You are?"

  "Scott, I'm so fucking hot right now. Feel me." She grabbed my hand and stuffed it between her legs. Sure enough, her pussy was drenched. "And Scott? I have a surprise for you."

  "You... you do?"

  "I do. One of my clients... "

  Another pulse of nerves. She was already calling them that?

  "... well, I told him about you."

  "You did?" I brayed as my eyes popped open wide.

  Jess giggled. "I did. He was the guy from yesterday."

  "I... wait, what? How did you? Didn't you just meet this guy yesterday?"

  "Yeah," she replied.

  "So how then did you... "

  "How did it come up that I was married?" Jess asked, smiling.

  "Um, yeah?"

  Another soft giggle. "You know, it's funny. This whole cam thing is not just about sex, you know?"

  Oh great. Just fucking great. I couldn't wait to find out what she was talking about now. "It's not?" I said, sounding more guarded than I'd liked.

  "No. A lot of these guys, I mean, they're jerking off, sure. But a lot of these guys are really nice guys. They just want to talk and stuff."

  I don't know why, well, no. Hold on. I do know why that felt worse than hearing she'd masturbated in front of some other guy.

  This was different. Talking? Telling him that she had a husband? What else had she told him? What had he told her? Had she been... touching herself the whole time too?

  It just all felt so... so... so fucking personal.

  "You're worried."

  Her words made me look at her again. "What? No. Why?" I lied.

  "Scott," she said, giving me the disbelieving eye. "Come on. I know you. I know you're worried. And I totally get why. That's why Rick and I came up with an idea."

  Seriously? What the fuck?!?

  "Rick?" I asked, unable to keep the shake out of my voice.

  "Rick. That's his name. The guy from yesterday?"

  "Um... okay." I swallowed again, trying to swallow the rage that was threatening to boil over.

  Jess leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "I know you're getting furious," she whispered.

  It was incredibly disarming.

  "Just trust me, Scott. Please?"

  What choice did I have.

  Taking her arms off my neck, she led me across the room and plopped me down on the chair in the corner, the one we usually threw our clothes onto instead of in the hamper. Then she turned around and walked back towards the bed.

  Crawling up onto it, she crossed her legs, leaned forward and started tapping at the keyboard on her laptop.

  "What are you doing?" I asked.

  Jess shot me a wicked grin. "Rick suggested we try something," she said, still tapping something out on the keyboard. A few moments after she'd stopped, I heard the chime of a message being received.

  "We?" I asked.

  "Yup," Jess replied. She put her finger on her track pad and double tapped. "He said that there are lots of girls who are married. Some even get their husbands to perform with them."

  My throat tightened and my stomach balled into a knot. This had not been part of the plan and there was no way it was going to become part of it. "Uh, Jess, I don't think so."

  "Scott, relax," she said waving away my concern. "I'm not saying you have to... oh! Here he is! Hey Rick!"

  A second later, Rick's tinny voice came over the shitty laptop speakers. "Hey! Jess! Nice to see you again."

  I don't know. Is there anything in a guy's life that can prepare him for a moment like that? I don't think so. There certainly hadn't been in mine. I was sitting in the corner of my own bedroom, watching my wife staring at her laptop, talking to a guy she'd been... intimate with, even if it was only digitally.

  "He's here," she chirped.

  I started shaking my head. I put my palms up and started waving them back in forth as I mouthed "no, no, no, no" over and over again.

  Jess didn't seem to mind, or care. She put her hand up and waved me over. "Come on," she said, still smiling.

  I couldn't. No way. There was no way I was going to do this. It was too embarrassing, too... I couldn't even put it into words it was just too weird.

  "Aww!" Jess said, tilting her head to one side, still looking at me. She looked back at Rick on the screen. "He's shy!"

  Even through the shitty computer speakers, Rick's laugh sounded like a deep, rolling bellow. Or maybe I just imagined it that way.

  I tried to shrink into the corner. It was a little humiliating, watching as my wife and her... lover? Was that what he was? Having a laugh because of my shyness.

  It sort of got me going, though. That part of me that felt the need to fuck her so hard the day before as soon as I got back from work? Yeah, that part of me sort of took over.

  What the fuck was I thinking? I was the one that had more or less led her down this path. Now she was offering to take it to the next level and I was the one saying no? Why? I wasn't a child. This was me and Jess. We were in this together. What could possibly happen that would be so bad?

  Swallowing my pride, I stood up and walked over toward the bed where she was seated.

  "He's coming over!" Jess shrieked, as if it was some big surprise. She clapped her hands together, then turned the monitor of the laptop so I could see the screen.

  A wave of embarrassment crashed over me as I saw Rick on the screen. This was him. This was the dude who'd seen my wife's pussy. This was the guy Jess had... kind of had sex with, or something.

  "Scott!" he said, cracking a smile.

  I smiled back but I couldn't keep looking at him. I glanced down at the carpet and responded with an embarrassed, "hey."

  "Hey buddy, don't be shy, my man! You've got a beautiful wife."

  Chapter 13

  I don't know why but that compliment really touched me. Yeah I know, I know. What the fuck, right? But seriously. This was just some random guy from the internet saying he liked the way my wife looked and it was flattering.

  I looked over at Jess. She was smiling. She seemed so happy and that made me happy, too. Maybe this whole thing wasn't as bad or as terrifying as I'd made it out to be in my mind. Weren't things always worse in the shadows of our imagination anyways?

  Now that I could see Rick, he was just a normal guy.

  He had a bald white head and a beard that was about an inch long from ear to ear. He had a few piercings in each ear. He looked nothing like a divorced guy who'd just been laid off from an office job. I wondered if that was just a story he'd made up?

  "So Scott," he said, adjusting his monitor, "you're cool with this, right? I mean, that's what Jess told me, that you were cool."

  Still feeling a little sheepish and new about the situation, I managed to work up the courage to look at the screen. "Yeah," I said, glancing at Jess who was smiling at me. "I'm cool."

  "Good, buddy. That's good. We're gonna get along alright."

  Ding!

  I glanced at the screen because of the sound. In the top right corner the zero next to the dollar sign had turned into a five. I turned to Jess and she arched her brow.

  Rick started
to laugh. "That's right, buddy! That's how this works! And don't you worry, there's plenty more where that come from!"

  I looked back at the screen just as the five turned into the ten, to the tune of another dinging sound. I couldn't believe it. We'd just made ten bucks sitting there talking to this guy!

  "So what do you say guys? You guys up for a little fun?" Rick asked.

  I turned to Jess. Her brow was arched in a question. Looking back, I saw Rick was as expectant as she was.

  And by that time, I had gotten pretty excited about things too. Now that she'd showed me what it was all about, it seemed pretty harmless. Maybe a nice church-going girl wouldn't think so but it's not like my wife was being a real-life slut, right?

  What could it hurt to have a little fun?

  "What kind of fun are we talking about?" I asked, the tightness easing in my throat and making my voice sound normal again.

  "Ha!" Rick yelped, smacking his palm down on the table in front of him. "Atta boy!"

  I glanced at Jess again. She was squirming on the bed, wriggling her toes, a big smile on her face.

  "Let's see here... " Rick trailed off. A moment later, the same familiar Ding! indicated we'd just made some more money. "Baby, why don't you show me that sweet little pussy of yours again, huh?"

  Cold jealousy and hot lust sent adrenaline pumping through me.

  Without even looking at me to see if it was alright, Jess reached down between her legs and pulled up the negligee slowly exposing her sweet, tight slit for the camera.

  "Mmm," Rick growled.

  I looked at the screen just in time to see him reach down beneath the table that was obscuring our view of his lap. It was pretty clear what he was doing, though. He undid his belt with a tug, then worked his cock out with his hand.

  "Mmm," he purred again, staring at Jess who'd started to run her fingers up and down each side of her tight little puss. "That's it. Just like that."

  Yeah. Just like that the two of them seemed to disappear into their own world, one they'd already managed to carve out together even though they'd barely known each other for two days.

  All the warmth and wonder at what was happening disappeared and I suddenly felt very alone standing there watching things go down.