Jessie gets a Job: A Hotwife Story

by Jason Lenov

  "How 'bout you get that big black dildo and play some with that, huh?" Rick asked.

  Without batting an eye Jess reached behind herself and pulled up the black dildo off the bed.

  My cock hardened. I'd never see her do anything like this before. She was being so open about her sexuality it was hard to believe it was really her. She spread her legs wider, wide enough that the soft lips of her peach split open revealing her tender, pink core.

  She put the dildo between her legs, pressed it against her pussy, then started to rub.

  "Mmmm, shit yeah," Rick purred from inside the screen.

  So at this point I was pretty much ready to pop. It was as confusing a boner as I'd ever had but I was seriously ready to blow. My wife, sitting on the bed touching herself with a big, black dildo she'd bought that day. Her client jacking off on the screen in front of her.

  They were having a good time, why the hell shouldn't I be, right? I reached down and grabbed my belt buckle and started to pull it open. I caught Jess's eye.

  She looked up, brow furrowed in a frown and gave a quick shake of her head.

  At first I wasn't sure what she meant. Was she really telling me to stop? I thought we were all doing this together? I didn't understand so I just kept doing what I'd been doing, trying to get my pants off.

  Rick's low laugh rolled out of the speakers. "Easy does it there, buddy. I ain't paying for a screen-full of cock. You've got her all to yourself all night. Why don't we try something else out for right now?"

  Again I felt a little sheepish at the way he was treating me. How the hell was I supposed to have known what they wanted? No one told me. I thought I was joining in on the fun and now it felt like I was being made fun of, for fuck's sake!

  "Don't get all butt-hurt, Scottie," Rick said, chuckling again.

  I don't know what gave it away, my body language or what.

  "Why don't you get down on your knees in front of your wife and kiss that sweet pussy of hers, huh?"

  Another shudder of pleasure raced through me. Now there was something I could get behind.

  "Scott," Jess whispered as I was about to get on my knees in front of the bed. "Get the chair!" She pointed at the chair in the corner of the room where I'd been sitting.

  I jogged over, grabbed the chair and brought it back putting it in front of the bed. She passed me the laptop and I set it up on the chair, so Rick could have a good view of her while I put my face between her legs.

  So I was getting pretty pumped. I liked eating pussy and I was excited to find out what it would feel like doing it while someone else watched. It was going to be a hard time trying not to touch myself while I did it but Rick was right, I would have her all to myself all night.

  I sank down to my knees.

  Jess leaned forward and adjusted the screen behind me. Then she put the dildo off to one side and spread her pussy open with her fingers, inviting me closer.

  She'd gotten herself so worked up with the dildo that her pussy was drooling a creamy, white goo. It smelled just as good as it always did when she was turned on so I had no trouble pressing my mouth against her cunt and giving her slit a flick with my tongue.

  She shivered and let out a quiet moan.

  "Oh shit," Rick's voice came from behind me out of the speakers. "Shit, baby girl, you like that shit, don't you? You like getting that nice pussy eaten out, huh?"

  As I felt Jess's hand press against the back of my head, pulling me closer to her pussy, I couldn't help but look up.

  Her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. She nodded at Rick and squirmed as she tried to press herself harder against me. I stared at her for a good long time, hoping she'd look at me again, hoping she'd look down and reconnect and this would be about us.

  She didn't. She was fixated on Rick, staring at him, probably staring into his eyes as he stroked his cock on the other side of... from wherever he was.

  It didn't take too long for Rick to start grunting and groaning through the speakers. "Oh baby your face looks beautiful," he rumbled. "Show me those eyes."

  I looked up again.

  Jess was as far away from me as she'd ever been. Her gaze was locked on Rick even as I fucked her pussy with my tongue.

  Was it hot? Fuck, I don't know. Yeah... I guess something about it was hot. I did kind of want her to look down but... it was like she was fucking him, you know?

  God that got me hard. I started imagining what that would be like. What would it be like to see her with Rick? He looked like a big, pretty beefy guy. What would it be like seeing his big frame between Jess's legs? What it feel like watching him sink his cock into her snatch?

  The thought made me double down on licking her pussy. Even though my jaw was sore I'd made myself so horny just thinking about her with Rick I wanted this to be over so I could fuck her myself.

  She started mewling. Behind me, Rick started panting and saying "That's it, that's it, just like that."

  I knew they were staring at each other. I knew they were looking into each other's eyes. I didn't care. I just wanted it to be over so I could take her back and make her mine.

  Her pussy started squeezing around my tongue.

  Rick let out a powerful grunt.

  Jess yanked me forward with her hands, slamming my face against her cunt.

  They both started to come.

  Jess flailed and writhed beneath my mouth, her pussy spraying and splashing me with juice as she scaled her climax.

  I couldn't make out the sounds Rick was making any more but I was pretty sure he was having a good time. It was a strange but powerfully arousing feeling, being in between them like that.

  When it was over, I thought she was going to shut the laptop and we could be together. That's not exactly what happened.

  After pushing me gently out from between her legs, she sat on the edge of the bed smiling at Rick on the screen.

  I could see tiny shudders of pleasure still running up her back.

  "That was nice, baby," Rick purred.

  "Mmhmm," Jess replied, resting her chin on her fist.

  Ding!

  I couldn't see the screen any more but the way Jess's eyes went wide I knew it had been a big tip.

  "Alright. You go take care of your husband. See you tomorrow?" Rick asked.

  Jess sighed, as if she were a little deflated at him having to go. "Yeah. For sure."

  I trembled at the sound of my wife making another date with him. They didn't say anything else. She hung up the call and turned to me.

  "Baby," I said, crawling back toward her.

  She smiled, though it was a little weak, and almost looked like she was going to say 'no.'" A moment before I touched her leg, she laid back on the bed and spread herself open.

  I was a little conflicted, to be honest. I wanted this to be as good for her as it was going to be for me. I crawled up onto the bed, kicking my pants off as I went. I lay down next to her and kissed her on the cheek.

  "Ew," she said, smiling and pushing my face away. "You smell like pussy."

  It was a strange thing to do and even though I was hugely turned on, I couldn't help but feel a little wounded, a little rejected by it. "Sorry," I muttered, starting to get my self-pity on.

  "Oh come on, don't be like that!" Jess snapped. "You know how turned off I get when you pout."

  My cock was throbbing and I really needed the inside of her but it was hard to make sense of everything I was feeling. Not to mention trying to figure out what she was going through. Thoughts started churning inside my mind until they were a vortex that threatened to swallow me and drown and desire I might have left for Jess...

  "Hey," came her soft whisper.

  I looked up into her eyes. They were kind again.

  "Come here," she said. Pulling on me, she guided me into place between her legs.

  The wet heat of her sex was a welcome salve on my bruised ego, or whatever it was that was killing the mood. Her pussy cured all.

  As I dipped into it
with the head of my cock I let the healing absence of being me wash over me. Now there was only my cock inside her. That was all that mattered.

  My thrusts came fast and hard and I let my body take over.

  Jess trailed her hands down my back until they came to rest on my flexing ass, thrusting me inside.

  I opened my eyes and looked into hers.

  She was smiling.

  A tremor of doubt cracked the armour of pleasure the succor of her cunt had brought. What did that smile mean? Was she smiling because she was happy? Because she felt good? Because she felt good that I felt good?

  Or was there something else? Was there something more sinister?

  Was it because she'd figured out the secret to making me do exactly what I wanted?

  A surge of anger stiffened my cock and made me ram into her extra hard. I wanted to punish her with my fucking, suddenly.

  Her smile widened. "That's it, baby," she cooed. "Fill me up with your cum."

  A river of semen shot through my cock, drowning me in lust.

  Chapter 14

  It went on for a week like that. She had lots of clients. Sometimes as many as ten a day.

  Sometimes I'd come home and she'd still be camming, sitting up in the bedroom and performing for other men.

  It sounds a little pathetic, maybe, but sometimes I'd just sit at the bottom of the stairs and listen to her getting herself off. Every once in a while I'd be able to hear the other guy, too. I say pathetic because come on, what kind of man does that? But I did.

  Not only that, but I liked it, too.

  By the end of that week she'd made almost two thousand dollars. Two thousand dollars!

  Apparently this was an anomaly in the world of web cam girls. Most barely scraped by. Some didn't make any money at all.

  My wife was a natural, or so it seemed.

  That whole week, every night after dinner, after we were finished clearing the dishes and after we'd taken our showers, we would crawl into bed and she would roll onto her back and give herself to me.

  I took it, like any guy would. Even though I felt her... growing reticence, I guess you'd call it. Every night she seemed a little more tired, a little less aroused. But she powered through. Trying to be a good wife, I guess.

  Until Saturday rolled around.

  She decided not to "work" on Saturday, because that's what we started calling it. I guess to normalize things for both of us. It was a hell of a lot better job than I had, at least as far as income was concerned.

  We decided Saturday was going to be just us. We'd sleep in late, go out for breakfast. You know, the kind of stuff normal people do. It almost worked out.

  Almost.

  I fell out of sleep slowly. We'd drawn the blackout blinds the night before so it was pretty dark in the room. I reached over, hoping to feel Jess's warm body next to mine.

  Nothing.

  She was gone.

  I sat up with a start and looked over toward the bathroom. The light was off, meaning she wasn't in there. My heart skipped a beat. For no particular reason except for the fact that Jess loved sleeping in on weekend almost as much as she loved shopping. It was weird that she wasn't there.

  I got up out of the bed and walked to the door of the bedroom. The house seemed quiet. Holding my breath, I could just make out the sound coming from the guest bedroom at the end of the hall.

  A nervous, adrenaline fuelled rush of jealousy swept through me. Somehow, I knew even then what she was doing. Bracing myself for the inevitable discovery, I started to make my down the hall.

  The sound got louder as I walked. A frantic, uncontrollable panting mixed with the occasional moan.

  I sat down outside the door and listened.

  The sounds inside grew. The bed started to buck against the wall.

  Jess, my wife, on the day we were supposed to spend together, was in the guest bedroom having sex with someone online.

  I started justifying it, making excuses for what she was doing, you know? I could totally understand that she was excited about the money. I was excited about it too. We'd paid off a quarter of our credit card debt with her earnings. Why shouldn't I be excited about her making more?

  But as I sat there listening to her pleasuring herself, knowing there was another guy on the end of the line and not me, no amount of placating would take away the feeling that was gnawing at the pit of my stomach.

  Jess stifled a scream inside the room. By the way it sounded I could tell that she'd slapped her hand over her mouth to keep the sound from escaping.

  My stomach twisted in an angry, jealous lust.

  Was it a betrayal? Or was it just hot? I couldn't even fucking tell any more.

  Suddenly I wasn't able to control myself. I shot up. My heart thumped, sending blood rushing from my heart to my head. My head started to spin. I grabbed the door handle and twisted.

  Jess gasped as I fell into the room. She slammed the lid of the laptop shut and threw it down beside the bed. Her legs snapped shut but a moment too late. I'd already seen it.

  "What the fuck is that?" I growled.

  "Oh Scott," she whimpered, curling up. "It's... it's nothing." She pressed her hand between her thighs trying to pull whatever it was that was jammed up her pussy, out.

  I stormed over beside the bed, grabbed her thigh and yanked her legs apart. Ignoring my own arousal at the scent of her leaking pussy, I reached down and wrapped my hand around the small flange sticking out of her cunt. I pulled it out slowly. Her pussy emitted a wet slurp, as if it didn't want to let the thing go. It was covered in her juice. I held it up. "What the fuck is this?" I asked.

  She wouldn't look at me at first. She kept her eyes on the pillow and slowly closed her legs.

  "What the fuck is this?!?" I roared.

  Jess didn't seem scared by my outburst. She turned to look at me, her eyes calm, looking almost sleepy. "It's vibrator," she replied softly.

  "A vibrator?" I growled.

  "Yeah. It's a vibrator that... it hooks up to my computer."

  What?

  "It does what?" I whispered, barely able to believe it, although now that I think about it how could a thing like that not exist?

  "It... one of my clients sent it to me. He... he controls it on the other end."

  It began to dawn on me what was going on. Somehow this felt worse. This felt worse than Jess flicking her clit while someone watched. This felt worse than Jess stuffing her tight hole with a big, black dildo.

  This... this was... this was like someone was actually fucking her. Right? Wasn't it? I mean, the only thing missing was the other guy's cock.

  "Are you mad?" Her voice was soft and she sounded a little scared.

  "Am I mad?"

  She nodded.

  Was I? I felt like I had been. I'd felt furious sitting outside the door, listening to what was going on inside the room. Now that I was standing there, now that I'd confronted her about it, I just didn't know.

  My cock was swelling even as jealousy filled my chest. "Why?" I asked. "Why'd you do it?"

  I don't know what I expected the answer to be. Well, maybe I do. I think I wanted her to say that she did it for the money. I didn't expect what the answer really was, or my reaction to it.

  "He really wanted to," she said quietly, staring at me the whole time.

  "He?"

  "It was Rick. He sent it to me. He really wanted to see me."

  Rick. Fucking Rick. She'd been fucking Rick while I slept.

  I didn't even have words for the feeling that swept through me. Angry? Yeah, sure I was angry but it was so much more than that. My dick was hard and ready and I just... I just wanted to own her again, if that makes any sense.

  She was still lying on her side when I sank down onto the bed on my knees. She was completely naked, her pussy juice drizzling down one side of her ass onto the quilt that covered the bed.

  I pried her ass up and eyed her sticky, pink hole. Then my eyes wandered over to the winking dark hole that led
to her ass. My cock jumped at the sight.

  Jess wrapped her fist around my cock and brought me close. "Yeah? Is that what you want?" she asked, her eyes filled with excitement and life again. "You want to put it in my ass don't you?"

  A wicked smiled filled with mischief formed along her pretty mouth. She jerked me closer.

  I had to grab one side of her ass to keep from toppling over onto her. The head of my cock touched her sloppy puss. I was a goner. With a single, slick thrust, I powered into my wife.

  She only let me have a few quick pumps before pushing me away. Her hand settled on her ass as she spread herself open for me. The hole she'd never let me touch. "Come on baby. It's all yours."

  Fuck that vixen. She was a fucking siren dragging me down into the abyss I just didn't know what the abyss was. It didn't feel right at all what was happening and felt so right at the same time.

  The head of my cock touched that forbidden ring.

  Jess gasped but pried herself apart even wider. "Come on baby. Push it in," she said, sounding like she was daring me to do it.

  Clenching my jaw I pressed my hips forward. The head of my cock popped into to her ass.

  I'll never forget the look she gave me. I'll never forget the way her mouth popped open, or her wide eyes. Or how her hand slid between her legs, a finger spinning circles around her clit. I'll never forget the way she sounded as she whispered "holy fuck!" like she never imagined anything could feel as good as getting popped in the ass.

  And then the memory came. The memory of what she'd just been doing, moments before I'd stepped into the room. She'd been in here with another guy, whether it was online or not didn't matter. She'd been in here having sex with another fucking guy.

  My cock grew as I shoved it deeper into her ass.

  She felt it. One corner of her mouth twisted into that same wicked smile. "You're thinking about it aren't you?" she said, goading me to confess. "You're thinking about him fucking me, aren't you?"

  Even as I started fucking her dark hole my mind was like, "wait, what?" Who said anything about him actually fucking her?

  "He wants to, Scott." She stared at me with piercing eyes, trying to size up my reaction.