Jessie gets a Job: A Hotwife Story

by Jason Lenov

  What the fuck?!? My hips flailed against her, my cock rock hard. I looked down to see my shaft disappearing into her pretty ass.

  "He wants to really come here and fuck me," she whispered.

  Was she for real? Was she being serious? He wanted to fuck her for real? Or was this just an act?

  Act or not I couldn't help that my cock flexed inside her and started to spill precum.

  "If I say yes will you let him?" she asked, panting.

  "W-what?" I stammered. The blood was pounding in my veins. It felt like my head was going to fucking explode. "What?"

  "Would you let him fuck me Scott? For real?"

  Her finger made a wet slapping sound between her legs as she sped up the spinning around her clit. Her mouth was open and I could tell she was as close as I was.

  For real? Was this for real?

  "Fuck Jess... "

  Cum surged through my dick. I went rigid as I realized she was going to let me blast it into her ass. "Fuck Jess... "

  "Baby?" she whimpered.

  "Yes. Fucking yes."

  It came out as a low groan as I doubled over her. Her ass clenched around my cock, climax gripping her body. She screamed. I roared.

  My hot cum filled her ass.

  Our bodies slammed against each other on the bed, bucking and fucking out the climax until there was nothing left.

  The glide down was smooth with tiny tremors of pleasure shaking through both of us, seeing us down.

  I kept my cock in her ass even as it got soft, trying to remember what it felt like to be in there. But before it deflated completely, Jess pushed me out.

  She scrambled onto her knees and bowed before me, staring up at me like she was worshipping a god. Taking my cock in hand, she dove down onto it with her mouth.

  I've never seen a filthier, more beautiful thing in my life than my wife taking the cock I'd just pulled out of her ass into her mouth.

  She didn't take her eyes off me for a second as she slurped and sucked, cleaning me off. Jizz drooled down her chin. She caught it with a finger and stuffed it into her mouth.

  And then? When she was done? She got up on her knees and came face to face with me. Taking my head in both hands she brought me close, tilted it and slammed her face against me in a kiss.

  The taste of my spunk and my cock and her pussy and her ass exploded in my mouth. She shared what she hadn't swallowed with me. We passed it back and forth on each other's tongues.

  In the end, she took it and swallowed it and showed me her tongue as proof that she loved me enough to take that inside herself like that.

  Lying on the bed, her body curled into mine, she turned her head. "Are we going to do this?" she asked.

  Ha! Just like that. Were we going to do this? Fuck.

  "Well?" she whispered. "Are we?"

  We'd already come this far, right?

  "Yeah."

  Chapter 15

  Jess and I got there first. It was a ma and pa motel just off the interstate. We hadn't wanted to tell Rick where we lived and he'd been fine with that, just giving us a general idea of where he was in the country.

  As luck would have it we were within an eight hour drive of each other. It was his idea to meet half way.

  The place wasn't seedy in the way you'd expect a motel of that calibre to be. It was clean, well-kept and the beds were actually pretty comfortable. The floors were carpet and not tile, which added a lot and generally the room was warm and inviting.

  When we got there we still had a few hours before Rick said he would show up so we went out to dinner at a local Lone Star Grill, then picked up a couple of bottles of wine at the store before heading back.

  We were both pretty nervous. Jess talked a lot. Much more than she usually did, making it painfully obvious that she was almost, or maybe as freaked out as I was.

  "We can still back out you know?" I said after an lengthy silence back in the room where we were both sipping wine.

  She looked over at me and the forced smile she'd been wearing all night disappeared from her lips. "Is that what you want?" she asked, quietly.

  I nearly laughed out loud. It was just such a funny question now that we'd driven four hours to a motel in the middle of nowhere so I could let a stranger fuck my wife. I didn't laugh though, thinking that would only stress her out. It would have.

  "I want what you want. I just wanted you to know that if you're having second thoughts... "

  "I'm not." The interruption was quick and decisive and abrupt, making it absolutely clear that what she wanted was to let another man fuck her.

  My guts began to twist because, well, you know, that's what happens when you're sitting across the table from your wife and she is dead certain she wants to make love to another man.

  When the knock came at the door we both jumped and I spilled a splash of wine on the orange t-shirt I was wearing. "Fuck," I muttered, dabbing at the stain with a napkin.

  Jess got up, straightened the white sun dress she was wearing, glanced over at me and nodded, then walked over to the door. She put her hand on the handle and took a deep breath.

  I stood up. The moment seemed to demand some sort of ceremony.

  Rick was larger in real life than he'd appeared on the computer screen. Maybe it was because the motel room felt small, I don't know. He was wearing a big, toothy grin and the orange light of the street lamp in the parking lot was reflecting on his bald head.

  He looked at Jess, his eyes raking up and down her body before he glanced at me. "Uh... is this a bad time?" he asked.

  Jess looked at me, confused and even more scared than she'd looked before he got there. "What? No... I... we... "

  "Hey, relax!" Rick bellowed, putting a paw on her shoulder like he owned her already. "I was just joking! It's just the atmosphere in here feels like you just got back from a funeral or something!"

  Jess forced a smile as he laughed but I could see her body was stiff because of his hand holding her shoulder.

  I wondered if she was having second thoughts now that he was there. I also wondered if I shouldn't step in and ask her again if she was.

  I don't know why I didn't. Something... some twisted sense of voyeurism had me in its clutches and I knew I wouldn't be able to do or say anything to stop this until we saw it through.

  Jess closed the door behind him as he stepped into the room and set his small duffel down by the door. He seemed even bigger inside, kind of like a bear.

  His arms were thick. Not particularly muscular, just beefy, the way big guys are. He looked back and forth at the two of us a few times, then smiled.

  A jealousy rushed through me. Not because of all the times that Jess had cammed with him, but because of that last time. The Saturday morning where she was supposed to be sleeping in with me and had gone to the other room to cam with him instead.

  "Alright, listen up," he said, settling into one of the chairs by the small table. He had a deep voice and his face was all big features that filled the room. Big lips, a strong nose and what seemed to be a strong jaw beneath his beard. "If you guys changed your mind or something you better tell me now because... "

  "No." Jess said it almost in a whisper but it was loud enough to stop him talking.

  "No?" he asked.

  "No," she echoed.

  Rick looked over at me.

  I was still standing, my arms at my sides, staring at him and occasionally glancing at Jess as I imagined what it would be like to see his massive body between her legs. That had made my cock hard. Thankfully the orange t-shirt I was wearing was long enough to cover my crotch. Still, I wondered if he knew.

  He glanced down at my mid-riff but if he noticed my hard-on, didn't let on. "What about you Scott?"

  Hearing him say my name was strange. Fuck, it was all strange. It was that kind of deja vu feeling you get that you know it's not really something that's happened before. More like something you've been expecting.

  The place smelled funny now, too.

  "I
... "

  All three of us waited in the silence for me to make up my mind.

  "I'm good."

  Rick nodded and gave his beard a single stroke with a finger and thumb.

  Jess was still standing by the door.

  "In that case," Rick said, nodding to the bottle, "you mind sharing some of that wine?"

  Jess and I sighed at the same time and some of the heaviness seemed to lift from the atmosphere in the room.

  Rick chuckled then thanked me as I handed him some wine in a cup. He took a sip, then started chatting us up.

  It was all easy small talk. He asked what we did, asked how Jess had started camming, asked what our plans were for the summer.

  I started to feel a little more at ease as he talked, even though I had the distinct feeling that he'd done this before. He was like a really smooth con man, one who's in it for the long con. He knew not to push or say he needed to get down to business. Just getting us all nice and relaxed.

  It felt a little bit like we were being played but even that was comforting, somehow.

  I wanted someone else to be in charge. I had no fucking idea what I was doing, that was for sure. I had no idea why I got so turned on by the idea of seeing my wife with another man. I had no idea how I would feel once it had actually happened. I just knew that for me there was no turning back. I had to see Jess fuck this guy.

  The sound of her laughter dragged me out of my thoughts. She'd sat down next to him at the table and they were talking in low voices, possibly flirting, I couldn't hear from where I was standing.

  Rick had poured himself another plastic cup full of the wine and was smiling at Jess a lot.

  When I looked at her my chest swelled and I was filled with a rush of... what the hell was it? Pride?

  I say pride because it filled me so completely I thought I was going to burst. This wasn't the Jess that I was used to looking at. This wasn't the Jess that I woke up next to every morning.

  This was a Jess that I hadn't seen in a really, really long time. She was trying with him.

  I know that might sound strange because it was a done deal, right? He was there to fuck her. But still, something about the situation had changed her. She was giggling and batting her eyes like she was eighteen all over again and getting drunk at a frat party.

  It was a little bit like watching a different person, someone who wasn't my wife. But the fact that she was my wife just made it all the hotter.

  I sat down on a chair in the corner and just stared as the two of the laughed and talked. When Rick made his first move, a column of lust hardened my cock.

  He reached in slowly, using a lull in the conversation to touch his finger to her chin.

  Jess blushed and lowered her eyes, knowing what he was going to do, but didn't resist. Instead, she leaned forward and tilted her head to one side, her hair falling over one shoulder.

  I thought the suspense between that moment and the moment their lips met was going to tear me apart.

  When their lips did finally touch that column of arousal hardened even more but not before I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.

  This was not the computer any more. This was not my wife "fucking" in virtual reality. This was the real thing, flesh and blood, his mouth on hers with nothing in between.

  I sat and watched, my mouth hanging open, my cock throbbing between my legs.

  He kissed her gently at first. He moved his hand from her chin to her cheek, cupping her face as he plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth.

  Into her fucking mouth.

  Where only I'd ever been since we'd said our vows.

  Jess was shy at first, I could tell. Her cheeks were flushed and it wasn't from the wine because she never got red from booze. She was moving funny, sort of stiff and awkward and I knew why. As horny as she'd gotten since she'd started camming, she'd always been a bit of a prude. I'm pretty sure making out with another guy while her husband watched was way out of her comfort zone.

  Nevertheless, she didn't stop.

  After about fifteen minutes of this, Rick started getting a little more adventurous. His hand dropped from her cheek, down to her neck, then started sliding down the white fabric of the sundress on her shoulder.

  Jess sat up straighter as he hooked his fingers under one of the straps that was holding the dress up. She broke away from the kiss, her breathing heavy, her face still flushed.

  "You alright?" Rick asked quietly and with a smile.

  Jess glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

  She looked so fucking beautiful right then I wished I had my phone out to take a picture. Rosy cheeked, her hair a little mussed up, her lips purple with wine and the guilty look she was wearing because of what she'd just done.

  Even if she'd been waiting for some sign from me, some confirmation, permission that what she was about to do was alright, I couldn't give it. Not because I didn't want to but because I actually felt like I couldn't move.

  It felt like I was strapped in place in my chair and would never be able to get up.

  Her breaking our stare and looking back at Rick drove the warmest, sharpest knife into my heart. Like she was telling me she didn't care what I thought. She was going to do what she was going to do.

  He slipped the strap off her shoulder, taking her bra strap with it. The dress fell away revealing the top curve of her breast. The fabric clung to the tip of her tit, not revealing her nipple in a tantalizing tease.

  Rick looked down.

  My stomach wrenched into a knot. He was about to touch my wife's breast.

  He cupped the underside of it. At the same time he leaned forward.

  Jess tilted her head for him the other way, exposing her neck.

  His lips pressed against her soft skin as he started to gently suck.

  She closed her eyes and her mouth opened in a quiet moan.

  He played with her breast, caressing it, kneading it gently as he left a wet trail of kisses up and down the side of her neck. When she was good and worked up, panting, her pussy probably nice and hot, he hooked his fingers over the fabric and pulled again.

  The dress and bra fell down, exposing her soft breast, the nipple swollen hard.

  "Baby," he growled as he cupped the bare tit and lowered his mouth. "They look even better in real life."

  This seemed to shake Jess from the slightly drunken daydream she'd been living. She stiffened again and turned to look at me, her eyes suddenly filled with panic.

  Maybe it finally dawned on her for real, what was happening. Maybe she had a moment of doubt.

  Whatever it was, I surprised myself with my reaction to it. I felt myself smiling slightly. I say felt because it really did feel like I was outside of myself. I smiled at her slightly and then mouthed the words, "It's okay, baby. It's alright."

  She gasped at my permission in a way that her chest swelled bringing it closer to Rick's mouth. She wrapped her hand around the back of his head and, still staring at me, pulled him close.

  He gobbled her nipple into his mouth and started to suck.

  "Oh fuck," she squeaked, the sound a confession of her love for having her nipple sucked.

  Rick looked up at her for a moment, then, took more of her breast into his mouth. His hand wandered down onto her lap and spread her legs apart.

  There she was. My Jess. Sitting with her back arched, Rick's mouth sucking on her tit. Her feet had come up off the floor so that she was holding them up on her toes, calves flexed.

  My cock was ready to burst I was so fucking turned on. Even though I hadn't had much wine, I tucked my hand into my pants and wrapped a fist around my cock. If they were going to have a good time, I sure as hell was going to, too.

  Chapter 16

  It didn't take long for Jess to start panting and swaying back and forth.

  Rick kept working the same nipple which, he didn't know this but I did, only drove her more crazy.

  Pretty soon I heard the wet sounds slapping out from between her thighs a
nd I knew he had started finger fucking her, too.

  They found a steady rhythm together and I watched as Jess climbed towards her climax. A few minutes later her whole body flexed and she threw her head back, mouth closed, stifling a scream. I heard her pussy squirt as she started to shoot juice across Rick's thick arm.

  He worked her down from her orgasm, sucking her nipple and fucking her with his fingers until her body shook and she couldn't take any more. Then he moved his mouth to her neck again, coating it in soft kisses until she couldn't take that either and she had to pull away.

  That's when he lifted his fingers out from between her legs, lifted them to her mouth and pushed them in, feeding her her own juice.

  The ache in my cock became painful as I watched her lick and slurp all of it off his digits. It was so filthy and lewd the way she looked like she wanted to please him by doing it. She looked like such a little slut working for her pay.

  As she licked and cleaned his fingers, Rick smiled and started slowly lowering his hand.

  At first, Jess just lowered her head to follow but after a few moments she understood what he was after. Pushing the chair out from behind her, she sank to her knees in front of him, keeping his fingers in her mouth the whole time.

  "Atta girl," Rick purred. "You're a fucking natural."

  With his fingers still in her mouth, Jess found his belt with her hands and gave it a quick tug to let it loose. She fumbled with the button of his jeans and the zipper for a bit, but managed to get them both open.

  I couldn't resist taking the opportunity to free myself. I stood up and tugged my pants off. My cock sprang out, hard as a board and I grabbed before sitting back down. I looked up just in time to see Jess pull out Rick's thick cock. Fuck was it ever thick.

  He was half-hard from kissing and fingering her but from where I was sitting his cock looked as thick as a coke can.

  Jess put her hand on it but she couldn't wrap her fingers all the way.

  I, of course, immediately thought of how the hell was he going to fit inside her with meat that thick? Jess was tight! I pushed the thought aside and focused on the show.

  Jess was staring at his cock wide-eyed, stroking it slowly with her fingers, seeming nervous about taking it into her mouth. Her eyes flitted sideways towards me a few times, as if she was looking for more permission or instruction or both.