Coaching my Wife: A Hotwife Romance

by Jason Lenov

  "Wait," I said as she started stroking my cock again.

  "I don't want to wait," she purred, crawling onto me again. My cock was half-hard and she put her hand between her legs to stroke it against her used but still wet pussy. She was soaked. She was really raring to go. Our eyes met and her mouth twisted into a sinful smile. She sank a little lower, pressing the head of my cock between her soft pussy lips.

  I felt myself get harder. Maybe it could wait after all? Maybe we could have the conversation another day? Maybe there was no need? Maybe there was no reason to have it all? Was I just being crazy?

  "I want you to have sex with another man."

  The smile dropped from her face. Her lips parted and her eyes opened wider. "Dennis," she whispered. "What the fuck?" She rolled off, leaving my cock hard and bouncing at my waist. She slid over to the side of the bed, shaking her head and staring at me. "What the actual fuck?"

  I sat up. My cock had started aching now. I couldn't believe I'd said it out loud. At the same time I felt like a massive weight had been lifted off my chest because I had. I'd been carrying it around for so long. I'd wanted to tell her so many times. Now it was out there. There was no taking it back.

  "I don't mean right now. You can still come back here and have sex with me right now," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

  She shook her head and scowled.

  Shit. Maybe I could have waited until later. Too late now.

  "Why did you say that?" All the playfulness was gone from her expression and her tone. There was only serious concern now.

  "Because...because I've been thinking about it." I didn't mean for it to sound trite.

  "For how long?"

  "Honestly? Since we got married. We've talked about this. You know about this."

  "I didn't know you were that serious about it. I didn't know you actually wanted me to do it?"

  "I actually do."

  Hearing the words sent another wave of shock through her. She balked and looked down at the bed.

  "Why are you reacting like this? I've more or less told you this same thing before..."

  "Not like that. Not right about when we're about to have sex!" She whipped her hand out, like she was throwing the last word at me.

  "Okay, maybe my timing was a little off."

  Maybe not.

  "How are you still even hard?!? After saying something like that?"

  That one was a little trickier. Did I tell her? Did I tell her about all the times I'd fantasized about it? Did I tell her about how I imagined another man crawling in between her legs? Or kissing her breasts? Or yanking that ponytail she wore before burying himself in her tight pussy?

  "Dennis?" Her voice broke my trance.

  "Yeah?"

  "Now what are you thinking about?" she whispered. Her eyes moved back and forth between mine and my bouncing cock.

  I'd won Wimbledon back in the day. I'd never felt as nervous on the court as I did now. Naked. In bed with my wife. About to reveal my biggest secret.

  "I'm thinking of what it would be like to watch."

  Chapter 3

  "Dennis what the fuck are you talking about?"

  Aghast. It was the only word I could find to describe what she sounded like. Aghast.

  "I'm talking about...what I said." I turned my eyes down. I couldn't bear to look at her. "Don't make me say it again?"

  She shuffled closer, which made me feel better. I stole a glance at her ripe, round breasts. "Did you just say you want to watch me have sex with another man?"

  I looked up. She didn't look quite as stunned as she had a second ago, but definitely still surprised. "Yeah. That's what I said."

  "Are you serious?"

  "Yeah. I think I'm serious."

  "You think? You think?!? Isn't that something you want to be sure you're serious about before you say it?"

  I couldn't help but chuckle. I'd thought about it so many times. I'd thought about this conversation so many times. How it would go. How she'd react. How the hell I would explain. It kind of felt like saying it out loud finally made it serious. Brought it into the real world instead of just festering in my mind.

  "I'm serious. I mean, I am now that I said it. Before? I didn't know so much."

  "What? What do you mean? What does that even mean you didn't know so much?"

  I took a deep breath. It was time to come clean. "You remember every time we talked about this?" I asked. "Do you remember how hot the sex was afterwards?"

  Her eyes drifted towards the bed as she reached back in her mind. "I guess...I don't really remember all of them to be honest."

  "Well I do. Every single time we talked about it we ended up having sex. And every single time you were so turned on. I remember it because that made me so turned on. And you were rough and ready to fuck. You wanted it hard and you came over and over. You've got to remember that."

  "Yeah. I guess the sex was good but why do you think it has anything to do with this? With me being with another guy? Or us talking about it?"

  Even just hearing her say it sent a pulse of jealous lust pumping through me. "Come on," I said, lowering my voice and leaning in closer towards her. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it? Don't tell me you've never thought about having sex with someone else? With a younger guy? Someone that's in the same fucking amazing shape you're in. Someone that can fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked?"

  I swear I hadn't rehearsed that. It all just kind of came out sounding that polished.

  "Dennis stop it. I love you. I love our sex life."

  "I know you do. You know I do to, right? But this isn't about that. Or, it is but it isn't. I want to do this for you. I want you to know what sex is like with more than just me."

  "Why?"

  "Because...well, for starters, what if you get curious later? What if you get curious after we have a baby and things get complicated?"

  "Complicated? What? Curious? Dennis, what are you talking about! I'm not going to have an affair after we have a baby. Is that what this is about? Are you scared that I'll leave you? Because you're ten years older than me?"

  "Yeah, I mean, there's an element of that but it's not just that. You never answered my question, though."

  "What question?"

  "Whether you've thought about having sex with someone else?"

  She sighed and rolled her eyes and looked away.

  "It's okay," I said, putting a hand on her arm. "I'm the one that started this, remember? You're allowed to say yes."

  She turned to look at me again. "Okay, fine! I have! I have thought about it. As if you haven't! Men are always thinking about that!"

  "I know, Natalia, I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm not trying to start a fight. I just want to talk about it."

  She didn't seem convinced.

  "When do you think about it?" I asked, my voice quiet.

  She balked again. "I'm not telling you that! I'm allowed to have some secrets, aren't I?"

  "Of course you are. I just thought this might be one that was fun to share." I picked up her hand and gave it a squeeze.

  She shook her head again but the gesture seemed to settle her down. We sat there in silence for a while with me staring at her while she looked anywhere but back up. "You first," she said, finally.

  "What?"

  "You go first."

  "You want me to tell you..."

  "I want you to tell me about other women you've thought about."

  I stifled a laugh. "Baby you're not going to believe this but I only have eyes for you. I mean it!"

  "See! You won't do it!" She slapped me and looked away again.

  I got closer still. "I will tell you something else though."

  She looked back up. "What?"

  "I'll tell you about the times I've thought about you and other guys."

  She let out a slight gasp but her eyes came back up filled with curiosity and wonder.

  "I'm glad that got your attention," I said, smiling.

 
"Are you serious?" she whispered. "You think about that?"

  "Yup," I said, lying back on the pillows. My cock was still rock hard. She stole another glance at it, then blushed when she saw that I'd noticed. "I know it sounds a little weird..."

  "A little?"

  "Okay, maybe more than a little but that's how it is. I can't really help it. My brain's just wired like that I guess."

  She bit her lip. "So...like...what do you think about?"

  "Come back here and I'll tell you." I patted the spot beside me.

  She crawled over and nestled back up against my body. I felt her pulse inside her chest. Her heart was beating fast.

  I closed my eyes. "I think about you, lying on your back on a bed just like this. Maybe in a hotel? Somewhere nice. I think about how beautiful you are and what a lucky guy I am to have you. And then I think about what it would look like."

  "What what would look like?" she asked, breathless.

  "What it would look like to see another guy crawl between your legs."

  Another gasp.

  "I think about what it would look like to watch him put himself inside you. What your face would look like the moment he pushed his cock into your pussy. I think of how that would make me feel, that another man was doing that to you and not me."

  "And? How would it make you feel?" she asked, an urgency in her voice that hadn't been there before.

  "That's the strange part," I said, opening my eyes again. "Kind of jealous, but kind of hot."

  "You mean you would be jealous and turned on at the same time?"

  "Yeah. Something like that." I reached down and pressed my hand between her legs. Her pussy was soaked. Her nipples were stiff against my chest. When our eyes met, I knew she knew there was no hiding how she felt. "Aha."

  "What aha?" she asked, pushing my hand out from between her legs.

  "You can't tell me you're not turned on." I put my fingers against my nose and sniffed.

  "Gross!" she said, pushing away from me and rolling over onto her stomach. Her ass was plump and toned and it looked like she was pushing it up into the air.

  Something inside me took over. I rolled onto her legs and sat up. My cock was hard. I reached forward and grabbed her by her ponytail and yanked.

  "Hey!" she yelped as she rose up onto all fours. Seeing all the muscles working in her body gave me another jolt of lust. My cock bounced and I grabbed it and pressed the head of it against her hot, wet pussy.

  "Are you thinking about it now?" I growled. "Are you thinking about what I just told you? Are you thinking of another guy fucking you like this?"

  She gasped as I pushed the head of my cock past her pussy lips. She tried to look around but I held her fast. I drove another inch of myself into her. She let out a moan. I felt her juices come trickling out.

  "You are, aren't you? You're thinking of how hot it would be if some young, hung stud were here instead of me, aren't you?"

  "Oh fuck, Dennis," she moaned as I pushed even more of myself into her.

  "Say it, baby." I shoved my cock fully inside her. Her sticky juices came pulsing out, running down my balls.

  "Fuck!" she screamed.

  "I want to hear you say it," I said, giving her pony tail a yank.

  "Say what?"

  "Say you want to fuck another guy!"

  "Oh fuck, Dennis," she mewled.

  "Say it!" I barked.

  "I...I want to fuck another guy!"

  My cock hardened inside her completely and I started to fuck. I let go of her hair and put both hands on her beautiful, round ass. I looked down at it, watching it bounce off of my pelvis with each of my hard thrusts. When I looked back up, she was looking at me. She was turned around, watching me fuck her and looking at me with a curious expression and a half smile. I slowed down, not wanting to blow my load right away. I slid my cock in and out of her soft pussy, being careful to go slow.

  "Is that how you'd watch?"

  I looked up again to see her staring at me now. "Huh?"

  "Is that how you'd watch another guy fucking me? Would you watch his cock move in and out of me the way yours is now?"

  A tremor rippled through my body and settled in between my legs. My mouth dropped open. I felt my cock harden and my balls tighten between my legs.

  She bit her lip. "Is that what you want, Dennis? Do you want to see a nice big cock stuffed into my pussy? Some other guys cock?"

  "Oh fuck," I groaned as the image blossomed in my mind.

  Her eyes widened in surprise and delight. "If you really want it Dennis..."

  "Oh God," I groaned again, looking down at my shaft splitting into her wet, wavy folds. The feeling of her pussy tightening around me as I pushed in each time made my back stiff. I closed my eyes and tried to think of baseball. I was right on the edge.

  "Dennis?"

  I opened my eyes and looked up, still sliding in and out of her. So close to the edge. "Huh?"

  "If I did it, if I let another guy fuck me, would you let him fill me up with cum?"

  My cock started to twitch and pulse and flex. My body erupted into fitful jerks as it tried to deliver its load inside her. I dug my fingers into her ass and slammed against her with a roar. I stared at my cock gliding in and out of her soft pussy. She squeezed me when I plowed in deep.

  Then it was over. I stayed inside her, enjoying the warmth of her pussy before slipping out. As she rolled on her side I caught sight of the the tiniest trickle of cum seep from her closing slit. When I looked up she was smiling. Not the playful smile she was wearing when she asked for sex the second time. A feisty, devilish smile.

  It made me a little scared.

  Chapter 4

  "What?"

  "What do you mean what?" she purred, sidling up to me and pressing her cheek against my chest. I could tell she was still smiling. I could hear it in her voice.

  "Why are you smiling like that?"

  "'Cause, I learned something new about you today. You remember that question your mom asks every time she calls? Now I have something to tell her."

  "Hey. Now that's gross."

  "Ha! I can't believe I said something that grossed you out! Aren't you proud of me?" she bubbled like champagne.

  "So you don't think I'm crazy?"

  "Ummm, yeah, I think we both know you're crazy. There was never any doubt about that. But you probably mean about this situation in particular?"

  She had done a complete one-eighty. Now she was playful again, but even more than before. Playful and flirty and coy. "Yeah, Natalia. That's what I mean."

  She giggled. "I don't know, it's kind of a fun thing to have on you."

  "Have on me?"

  "Yeah. You know how you're always bossing me around?"

  "I'm your coach."

  "Yeah, well, now I know how to get you back. I found your secret button. Or, I guess you showed me, rather." Giggle.

  Not exactly what I had expected. "Nat, I didn't tell you this so you could 'get me back' for anything." I tried to keep the irritation out of my voice at her reaction. The ache of betrayal was rising up my throat like bile. "You know it wasn't easy for me to come out and say this?"

  The smile vanished. She pushed herself up. "Oh my God, Dennis! I was just joking! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad!"

  Ugh. Great. Now I just felt like a schmuck. Poor little Dennis and his hurt feelings. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize, just...I don't know. Don't..."

  "Make fun of you. I'm sorry. You're right. I was being a bitch. I'm sorry."

  I was all confused all of a sudden. I didn't know what the hell I wanted her to do or say to make things right.

  "I won't say anything like that again. I promise."

  That was pretty good. I guess. I pushed myself up and started to get up. "Sorry, I'm being kind of a chump. I should take a shower. You should take a sh..."

  "I don't want to shower anymore. I want to talk."

  A nervous energy gripped me. "You want to talk?"

  "
I want to talk. About this."

  Now she wanted to talk about this? I lay back down. It was what I'd asked for. "What do you want to talk about?"

  "I want to know if you're serious. Like really, really serious?"

  Really, really serious. I'd been so convinced that my answer was a big, fat "YES!" until she'd said what she'd just said. She was right about the secret button. I hadn't really thought about what would happen if she decided she needed a little more control in our relationship. Knowing that I enjoyed fantasizing about her with other men would give her some of that.

  "I don't know. I was pretty sure about it until...until you said that thing." I sounded like a wounded puppy saying it. It felt like shit.

  "Dennis, I told you I was sorry. I won't do it again. I was just joking around. Cause you're the coach. You know?" She gave my arm a playful punch.

  It made me smile, at least. "Would you do it?"

  She bit her lip. "I honestly never thought about it. I had no idea that a guy could be turned on by something like that. Aren't you supposed to be insanely jealous if that happens?"

  I shrugged. "Yeah, it's weird but that's almost part of the turn on."

  "Jealousy?"

  "Yeah. It's...it's like when you come across a terrible accident on the highway. You're not supposed to slow down and stare but you can't help yourself. You know something terrible has happened, is happening, and you can't help but watch."

  She furrowed her brow. "Yeah, I don't know if I get that. I'll have to take your word for it for now."

  "Look," I said, "how would you feel if you found me in bed with another woman?"

  She puckered her lips and looked up to the ceiling, feigning deep thought. She nodded and looked back down. "I would cut your nuts off with a rusty razor."

  Yikes. "Okay. Scrap that. Not the same kind of thing." I thought about it some more. What the hell was so arousing about it? Why would I want my wife to sleep with another guy?

  "Can I ask you something?" she whispered.

  "Shoot."

  "What about what I said? The last thing I said? That made you come?"

  I thought back and the memory of her words sent a hot pulse of lust down my spine, rousing me again. "About a guy filling you up with cum?"

  "Yeah. That part."