“There is some traffic up ahead, but I might be able to go around it, if you folks want?” asked the driver.
Trevor opened his mouth to respond but Calvin cut him off.
“No, just take your time and go through it,” Calvin said. “Nice and slow, right Sage?”
“Oh yeah, nice and slow!” she said, her voice wavering.
The cab slowly inched further along, slowly getting closer to Trevor and Sage’s home. It wasn’t going nearly fast enough for his liking. Sage was moving up and down slowly on Calvin’s lap in the backseat. Her movements were controlled and deliberate, and Trevor was terrified by what might be going on.
“So Sage, can you tell me some more about your wedding night?” asked Calvin. “You too, Trevor.”
Trevor’s stomach was turning, but he was too polite to refuse the dominant man’s request.
“Well, it was three years ago. We dated for three years before that, right honey?”
“Yes!” said Sage, breathing heavy.
“All of our family was there, and we had a really beautiful venue. It was nice to be able to say our vows with everyone watching,” said Trevor.
“Oh god, it felt so good,” said Sage. “It was, it was amazing.”
“You two must really be in it to win it, then,” said Calvin, laughing. “Oh, you better take good care of this one, Trevor. She is something special.”
At that moment, Sage bucked forward, almost hitting her head against the roof. She was breathing heavy, and Trevor could see a light layer of sweat on her face in the mirror. She leaned back on Calvin’s chest, and the two of them seemed to share a secretive, knowing look.
The cab was almost to Trevor and Sage’s house. Calvin was still bucking her up and down on his lap in the backseat, and suddenly he tensed up, groaning and grabbing Trevor’s wife’s hips. He grunted, groped at her tits, and then also began to breath heavy.
“Alright, that will be $32.50,” said the cab driver. Trevor pulled out his wallet to pay the man, noticing Calvin and Sage quickly fiddling with their clothes in the back seat.
“Thanks,” said Trevor, climbing out of the car. “Enjoy your night.”
The cab driver just laughed at him. He suddenly felt like he was on the verge of throwing up.
CHAPTER 5
It was quiet when they both made their way inside. Sage seemed to pay little attention to her husband. On the inside, Trevor was almost in disbelief. He couldn’t believe what had happened that night, or at least what he thought had happened, and was almost at a loss for words.
“Honey, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go to that club anymore,” he said. “How could you let that man be so, well, forward with you?”
What he really was asking went much deeper than the surface level words he was speaking. He wanted to know why his wife seemed to be acting like everything that had happened was totally okay. Was this the first time? How many times before had this been what was really going on when she was out late?
“What? Sweetie, you are just being paranoid,” said Sage. “Calvin and I are just friends. He can be a little touchy feely sometimes, but nothing happened between us, I swear! There’s no need for you to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous!” replied Trevor.
“Good,” she said. “I enjoyed dancing with him. He is really good when it comes to…keeping rhythm.”
Trevor sighed, and walked past his wife. He still felt incredibly out of sorts, almost as though the events of the night had just been a bad dream. He made his way upstairs and collapsed into bed, not even bothering to take off his clothes.
He woke up some time later, to the sound of his phone vibrating. Trevor realized that his wife wasn’t sleeping next to him, which was odd. He checked his phone and was surprised to see that she was the one that had sent him a text. It was a video clip, and as he opened it up, he felt his heart plummet down into his stomach at what he saw.
His wife was in a house, and it wasn’t theirs. She was smiling and had a drink in her hand. Calvin was next to her, along with another black man. They were sitting on a couch on either side of Sage, and each of them had a hand on her inner thigh.
“I think we should make a video, and show your husband what a good time you’re having,” said Calvin.
“No, we can’t do that,” she replied. “He has no idea, and it’s better that way.”
“He deserves to know,” said Calvin. “You are such a slut, I can’t believe anyone even married you to begin with.”
“Hey, shut up,” laughed. She playfully swatted at him, but he caught her hand and pulled it down to his crotch.
“I think you have a job to take care of, slutty Sage,” he said, winking at her. “Why don’t you go to work?”
Sage rolled her eyes, but instead of complaining more she began to massage the black man’s package. Trevor didn’t know what to think. On one hand, part of him wanted to just shut it off, or reach through the screen and stop what was happening. On the other, he felt his own cock beginning to swell to its full size, and began to really want to give it some attention.
“That’s a good girl,” said Calvin. He grabbed Sage’s head and pulled it downwards, unzipping his fly and pushing his big black dick into her face. She began sucking it greedily, and it seemed so different from the blowjobs that Trevor was used to.
Sage typically did all the work for him, gently and deliberately, almost like she had to force herself. He watched on the screen as his pretty wife sucked this black man’s cock as though she was a cheap whore being paid a high fee. He was moaning and pushing down on the back of her head forcefully.
“Oh that’s right bitch, suck it,” he said. “Jeremy, get in on this.”
The black man on the other side of Sage whipped out his cock and brought it over. Soon enough she was alternating between sucking them both off, with Calvin being rough with her face and even slapping her up a little. Sage seemed to love every second of it, and began acting like she was dying to get fucked.
Calvin started ripping her clothes, not bothering to be careful. He pulled down her skirt and panties and pushed her back on the couch, groping her tits as he did. He signaled to the other man, and he positioned himself in front of Sage’s mouth and began face fucking her.
“Oh yeah girl, what do you think your husband would say if he knew that I’ve already cum in a couple of your holes tonight?” Calvin asked as he slipped his cock into her. The dick in Sage’s mouth kept her from being able to respond.
The muscular black man began to pump his cock into Trevor’s wife, and as he watched it happen on the screen, he felt himself give in. Trevor began to stroke his own cock, feeling overwhelmed and disgusted and incredibly turned on by what he was watching. His cock was rock hard, and he could feel himself quickly approaching an orgasm as the action continued.
“Oh yeah baby,” said Calvin. “You are my slut now. I’ll fuck you whenever I please.”
Sage began to tense up. She moaned as loudly as she could while sucking a cock, and then was taken by an intense orgasm. Calvin didn’t let up, and began pumping his cock into Trevor’s wife even faster. The sound of their bodies slapping together could be heard out of the phone’s speaker, and it was at that instant that Trevor began cumming.
“Noooo!” he cried as his seed began to spill out, splashing worthlessly on his bed sheets. He was wracked with guilt and shame, but the orgasm was much more intense than any he had ever experienced. Trevor couldn’t help but wonder what that meant.
Calvin reached a crescendo, fucking Sage as though he was trying to destroy her pussy. Finally, he pushed one final time deep inside Trevor’s wife, and even from the video he could tell that the man was cumming inside her. Sage wasn’t on the pill, but judging from the expression on her face, that didn’t bother her.
The video ended, and suddenly Trevor came back to reality. There were footsteps approaching from the hallway, and he turned towards the doorway just in time to see his wife walk in.
Trevor just turned over to his side of the bed and closed his eyes. He would figure out what to do, or what not to do, in the morning.
END
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Hotwife In The Locker Room
By
Anya Merchant
Copyright © 2014 by Anya Merchant
All rights reserved
Kindle Edition
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.
CHAPTER 1
It was a lazy fall afternoon, and Bob Kimell knew exactly what that meant. It was football season. Though he was a grown, 38 year old man, it still mattered to Bob, primarily because his wife, Jessica, was a huge fan of their old college team, the MLF University Cougars.
He wasn’t overly thrilled at being dragged out to another one of their games, but Jessica would insist every year that Bob accompany her to at least a few. He had not been a football player in college. Actually, he hadn’t played any sports, taking more comfort in hobbies of a non-physical nature. The fact always made him a little uncomfortable with just how enamored Jessica seemed to be with high level athletes.
Bob made his way up to the second floor of his house, and into the master bedroom. Jessica was standing in front of their full length mirror, clad only in bra and panties. She had big, bouncy boobs, and a luscious butt that seemed to attract the eyes of every horny male she walked by, much to Bob’s displeasure.
For a 35 year old, Jessica looked amazing, and it was hard for Bob to sometimes avoid wondering just how she had ended up with him. As he made his way over to her, she lifted her tits in the mirror, examining herself and doing what she could to bring every ounce of her sexuality out in her reflection.
“Hey honey,” said Bob. “Are you sure you want to go to the game tonight?”
Jessica turned and looked over her shoulder at him. She had already done her make up, and her lips seemed to be a shade of seductive red.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“I mean, we could just hang out here, and have the night to ourselves,” he said. “You know, if you wanted to…”
“I’m really looking forward to this game, sweetie,” said Jessica. “You know how much I love cheering for the Cougars!”
Bob remembered all too well. Back in college, long before he and Jessica had been an item, and before he had any hope of even talking to a girl like her, she had been one of the girls mostly closely associated with the football team. Bob had even heard some nasty rumors about things that had happened to her at parties, which he forced himself not to believe.
“Of course honey, I know,” he said. “It’s just…”
“Relax sweetie, we’ll watch the game, and then go home,” said Jessica. “You’re worrying over nothing.”
She pulled a short skirt out of her closet and zipped it up onto her. It looked more like she was preparing for a night out at a club than a sports game. Jessica found a low cut top to wear along with it, one that flashed off enough cleavage to make Bob jealous at just the thought of her being out in public.
“I might talk a little bit with the players though, okay?” Jessica asked the question as though the answer no from him would be totally unacceptable.
“I mean, I don’t have a problem with it, it’s just…”
“Just what, Bob?” Jessica stepped over towards him, and as usual, Bob found himself being slightly intimidated by her beauty. “I just want to ask them about the team, see how it’s going, you know since it’s been so long since I’ve been at MLF…”
Bob sighed. It was impossible for him to win with Jessica, and often times he found himself giving in just because he was so content with being married to her.
“Okay, fine,” he said. “I suppose it’s not that big of a deal…”
“I’ll make it up to you later, baby,” she said. “I’ll be sure to show you a good time.”
Jessica stepped closer to her husband and kissed him on the lips. She took her hands and ran them across his chest, and Bob felt himself quickly growing excited. Jess was a bombshell, and she was all for him. It was easy to forget that at times.
She took one of her hands and slipped it down his pants, slowly teasing his cock in between her fingers. It was an amazing technique, and like many of the other little sexual tricks Jess had up her sleeve, Bob often found himself wondering just where she had learned to do it from.
Jessica had told him when they’d gotten together that she hadn’t been with many guys before him. He never would have guessed, though, as she seemed to fuck with the experience and hunger that usually only a woman who has been around the block a couple of times can manage.
But that wasn’t who Bob’s wife was, he knew her better than anyone else and he trusted her. Jessica quickly managed to work his dick into an erect state, and he found himself pushing his hips towards her hand, aching for release.
“Ooh, looks like somebody is a little pent up,” giggled Jessica. “Here big boy, have a seat on the bed.”
She guided him over and sat him down on the mattress. Bob was used to the way that she would subtly lead him by now. He had never really been aggressive or particularly forward when it came to sex, and really loved having his wife around to be the one to initiate and engage.
“Let me take care of you,” said Jess. “I don’t mind.”
Her hands hooked inside that waist band of his pants, and Jess pulled them down. She began nuzzling her face into his hard cock, and Bob had to hold himself back to keep from cumming immediately.
It seemed like every time he had sex with his wife, which had become an increasingly rare event as their marriage had progressed, she would give him a performance on par with a porn star. Today was no exception.
Jessica slowly began licking Bob’s shaft, working her lips and tongue up and down it and getting it nice and slick. She began to suck in the head of it, making tiny slurping noises as she pulled her mouth back and forth.
“Oh god, Jessica,” moaned Bob. “That feels amazing.”
The clock on their dresser beeped four times, and it was almost as though the spell over Jess had suddenly been broken.
“What, it’s four o’clock already?” she said. “Sorry honey, this will have to wait until later! I have to finish getting ready.”
She stood up and turned back towards the mirror, and Bob felt himself his balls aching. Still, a promise of sex later was better than nothing, and he managed to accept it gracefully and make his way out into the hall.
CHAPTER 2
Several hours later, Bob drove the two of them out to the college stadium for the game. He felt some old, uncomfortable memories resurfacing as they found a spot in the parking lot. The football players had never been overly kind to him, and for him to be at the game now almost seemed to suggest that in the en
d, they had won.
The two of them made their way to the stands and Bob paid for both of them to get in. At Jessica’s insistence, they had gotten there early in order to secure good seats up front. Bob had given up arguing with her when it became clear that any action later on in the night would be contingent on him abiding by her whims.
As they walked inside the stadium, a group of tall, black football players wearing MLF jerseys passed by. Jessica instantly started batting her eyelashes at them, and Bob felt himself being overcome with shame and jealousy.
“Hey there,” said one of them. “I didn’t realize that we were going to have MILFs like you at the game today.”
“Oh, stop,” laughed Jessica.
“No, I’m serious, you are hot,” said the football player. “My name is Jamal, and it is a sincere pleasure to meet you.”
He stepped in close to Jessica, and she didn’t move back. Jamal held his arm out, and almost as if in a trance, Jessica took it and began feeling his muscles.
“Wow, you’re so strong and big,” she said. “Oh, and I’m Jessica.”
“Jessica,” said Jamal. “If you feel my muscles, I’m going to have to feel yours!”
Jamal took his hands, and rather than feel Bob’s wife’s arms, he reached around and planted both of them on her butt. Then, he pulled her in closer to him and began grinding her against his crotch.
“Oh yeah, girl, you got some nice muscles,” said Jamal. “Man, I could just squeeze and feel these all day.”
“You can if you want,” whispered Jessica. Bob could just barely make out what she was saying, but found himself doubting whether or not he had heard correctly.
“Sorry, I got a game to play,” said Jamal. “But come see me after.”
He walked towards the entrance to the locker rooms, and Jessica continued to stare at him until he was out of sight. Bob felt himself becoming increasingly mortified. He had never been so emasculated in his life, and even worse, he had been unable to even summon the courage he needed to make a stand against it.
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