Coaching my Wife: A Hotwife Romance

by Jason Lenov

  "I'm sorry," I said. "I don't know why I had to laugh."

  "It's okay," she whispered. There she was again. There was the woman that listened and thought and did what I asked. She wasn't a slut anymore. She was mine. "Do you want to come shower with me?"

  "Yeah. I do."

  We barely talked in the shower. She got in first and I followed. I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her and held her like that. She didn't seem to mind. She leaned back into me, letting the hot water splash across her bare breasts, rivulets of it trickling down her toned abs.

  It was all fine for a while but once my post-orgasmic disconnect began to pass, I felt the same feelings welling up within me again. I couldn't really question myself any longer. What was done was done. I'd made my wife go out and fuck another man, a stranger. She had. Not quite the way I'd wanted things to happen, but it had happened. There was no use wallowing in self-pity about it.

  But it wasn't self-pity or jealousy or anger that started racking my mind. It was lust. The more I thought about it, the more I regretted not making her do it in front of me. Why had I made her go do it herself? We could have arranged something, some way for me to watch. As I stood there with my body pressed to hers, thinking how erotic that would be, my cock began to rise again.

  She turned around and smiled. "Well hello," she said, her voice a little dreamy in the steamy haze. "What are you thinking about?"

  "I want to know more," I replied.

  She turned around. She glanced down at my cock and smiled. "Know more about what?"

  "I want to know more about what it was like."

  Her smile widened a little bit. Was that excitement in her eyes? Was she excited that I was asking? Did it turn her on, the thought of telling me about all the lewd things she'd done? "Are you sure? You're not going to be mad?"

  For some reason I felt I could say it with much more confidence this time. It felt like the ball really was in my court. There was none of the abruptness or slyness that I'd seen in her before. Before it had happened. "I promise. I won't be mad."

  "Well," she began, her eyes drifting up towards the ceiling as she recalled what she'd done. "He took me to his room. After dinner. We had a drink."

  "What'd you have?"

  "Vodka. Neat."

  "And him?"

  "Same. I listened to his stories for a little while longer then started getting kind of bored so I just decided to get it done."

  Another pulse of nervous lust. "How? What did you do?"

  She giggled. "You're going to laugh. It's okay it was just so...not like me, you know?"

  "What? What did you do?"

  "I just put my glass down on the bed stand beside the bed and dropped down onto the floor and kind of," giggle "crawled over to the chair he was sitting in."

  I caught her eyes dart towards the chair in the corner of the room. It was probably the exact same setup. An idea blossomed in my mind.

  "You want me to show you, don't you?" she asked.

  It was surprising, that she'd read my mind like that but in a good way. I nodded. My heart sped up.

  "Well, you better get over there," she said, waving out of the bathroom. "Get your clothes back on."

  I stepped out of the shower, grabbed my clothes from the heap they were in on the floor and went back out into the room. I nearly fell over trying to put on my pants. Then I stumbled across the room and sat down in the armchair.

  I caught my breath when she came out a few minutes later. Her dress was back on. She looked the way she had before she left. Before she fucked another man. She was looking at me with a coy smile. She sat down on the bed. "How'd you know he was sitting there?" she asked, sitting down on the bed.

  I only shook my head. "I didn't."

  She slid down the bed, onto the floor and started crawling across. My pulse raced. My palms began to sweat. I felt the blood rush to my cock.

  "You did it just like that?" I whispered.

  "What? You don't believe me?" she asked as she reached me and put her hands up into my lap. "You think because I don't get this naughty that I don't know how to be?"

  I swallowed loudly, betraying my excitement. Not that there was anything to hide. Once again my cock was hard against my pants.

  She peeled back my zipper. I sat up, letting her pull my pants down. She'd touched up her makeup. Her lips were a rosy red and her lashes were luscious and long. She stared up at me until my cock popped out.

  "So, that's the only difference. He wasn't nearly this hard."

  "Was he hard?"

  "He was kind of hard. I had to work to get him up all the way, though."

  "What did you do?"

  She touched the underside of my shaft with her index finger and let it slide down. My body tensed as she slid it along my sack. "Well, I had to take him in my mouth. Like this." She practically pounced up and sank her lips down onto my cock. The feeling of it sent the image blazing through my mind. What would it have looked like? To see her with his dark cock inside her mouth? She took me about halfway then pulled off slowly with a luscious, sloppy suck. She came off me with a pop leaving me bouncing in front of her mouth.

  "Did it take long?" I whispered.

  "Long?"

  "To get him hard?"

  "Not really. I tried something new."

  "You did?"

  "Yeah," she smiled. "Watch." Lowering her face between my legs, she wrapped her fingers around my cock. I felt her tongue flick against my balls. Then I felt it press against them in a long lick. Then, the incredibly erotic almost painful sensation as she took my low hanging nut into her mouth and started to suck.

  "Oh fuck!" I cried. I tried to push her away. It wasn't the it felt bad. I guess it was just that I hadn't expected the sensation.

  Her other hand slammed down on my abs, pushing me back into the chair. She eased up on sucking my one ball. The shadow of pain I'd felt faded and now all I could feel was the warm tickle of her tongue gliding along my nut. Then the feeling of her cheeks as she sucked it gently.

  She started stroking my cock, now rock hard, with her hand. A tension gripped me. No. This wasn't how I wanted to finish! I wanted to hear the whole story!

  "Fuck baby, please stop! I'm gonna cum!" I managed.

  She let me pop out of her mouth and let go of my straining cock at the last possible moment. I balanced on the knife's edge of the surge I'd felt starting to rush through my shaft. It could have gone either way. I closed my eyes. I took a breath. The feeling retreated then sucked back up into my insides, making me shudder.

  When I opened my eyes she was kneeling in front of me, staring at me, waiting for me to come down.

  "So that took not too long. I guess it's a good technique, huh?" She was still slurring, though ever so slightly. I imagined how drunk and lewd she might have been with him. She was probably toning it down for me, now that the effects of the alcohol were wearing off.

  I dug my fingers into the arms of the chair. "Then what?"

  She giggled. "Then he stood up." She waved at me that I should stand. I did and my pants fell to the floor. "Yeah, he stood up like that. He picked me up!" She sounded absolutely delighted that he'd done that.

  I shook my head. There was no way I could do that. I'd probably take out my back.

  "And pretty much threw me onto the bed!" She scrambled onto the bed herself, saving me the embarrassment of trying to reenact what he'd done. "Then he ate my pussy."

  What a gentleman.

  And what a strange thought to have.

  She spread her legs. Her dress peeled up. I saw her now tidy slit shinning with her juice. I can't lie, it was an enticing sight. I dropped down on the bed, moved my face between her thighs. The fragrance of her freshly showered cunt, tinged with the still lingering smell of sex made me rock hard. I pressed my lips against her and ran a long lick until I found her clit.

  "Oh Dennis, just like that!"

  I started spinning fast circles around her clit with my tongue. She started m
oaning and writhing on the bed beneath my mouth. I put my hands on the two orbs of her ass. Now I didn't care what he'd done to her. It was still hot, to think that another man had been between her legs that night, the way I was. Now I just wanted to push my throbbing cock back inside her and release what little I had left inside.

  My licks got wetter, sloppier as more and more of her pussy juices began to leak out. She shuddered once but as soon as she did, she pushed me away, clutching at me, asking me to climb up.

  "I want to feel it," she begged as I clambered up between her legs. "I want to feel us both come. I want you to come inside me, fill me up!"

  I slammed my cock into her slippery puss. It slid in. Her walls were back to their tightness. She didn't feel used anymore. She felt mine. I started to rut so hard it started shaking the bed, banging it against the wall. I didn't care. I was obsessed. I needed to come. I hardened inside her and the seed pulsed through me.

  "Fuck Nat, I'm gonna come!"

  Her hands pressed against my ass. She helped me get deep inside. She stared into my eyes. My mouth dropped open. I exploded inside her tight cunt.

  "Fuck Dennis yes! I'm coming!"

  Our bodies slammed into each other as our orgasms gripped us on the inside. I grabbed her hand and felt her squeeze mine at the peak of it. We strained against each other and moaned. As soon as the height of the climax passed my body released me back into an easy fucking as I pulsed the rest of my seed into her womb.

  Her hands slid down my body, caressing my spine. When it was all over, all the pleasure was fucked out, she wouldn't let me go. She made me stay inside her. I lay down on top of her and she held me until I felt out. Even then, she kept me on top of her until I could tell I was too heavy. I rolled off to one side.

  "Holy shit," she said, now sounding completely lucid. The sex had obviously burned off the rest of the booze.

  "What is it?" I asked.

  She turned to me. "Dennis, that's so fucking hot!"

  I nodded. "Yeah. It really is."

  It really fucking was.

  Chapter 10

  We actually saw the guy the next day when we were checking out. It was obvious that we were together. He saw us across the lobby and actually took his glasses off, his mouth opened a little in shock as he realized who I was and that we were together. I have no idea why but it felt amazing. Knowing that he'd fucked her the night before but that she was mine was an incredible feeling of power. I nodded at him and smiled.

  It took him a few seconds but he started to chuckle and shake his head. Then he gave me a thumbs up. When I turned to settle up at the front desk I saw that Natalia was looking at me. She actually looked proud. She leaned over and kissed my cheek and everything felt right. We got a cab to the airport, flew home and ordered pizza and binged on bad sci-fi. Somehow all the fear and anguish that I'd felt so deeply over the last few days melted away as we got back into our daily routine.

  Nat was the one to bring it up. It was a few days after we got home. We hadn't had sex since we got back. She was tired. I was tired. And I just wanted to keep the pleasant buzz about what had happened in the back of my mind. We were sitting around reading one night on the couch when she poked me with her foot.

  "So?"

  "So?" I asked, barely raising my eyes from my book.

  "Is that it?"

  "Is what it?" I asked, looking up.

  "Are you serious? You really don't know what I'm talking about?" she asked, looking a little stunned.

  I didn't. I shook my head and put my book down.

  "Is that all we're going to do about...the thing?" She twisted the word "thing" in a funny way.

  It took me a moment to figure out what she was talking about. As soon as I did, I felt the familiar ripple of nervous lust shoot down into my insides. "Okay. I know what thing you're talking about. I thought...I thought we already did that?"

  She slumped back on the couch with a sigh. My disappointed little slut.

  "What?" I sounded a little snappy. I took a breath, trying to even out.

  "You didn't like it?"

  "It's not that I didn't like it, I just thought..." What did I think? Did I think that if she had sex with one guy that would be enough? I'd never considered the possibility that she might want to keep going. Why would she? She had me. Right?

  "Thought what?"

  "I thought...I guess I thought that would be it. I thought it would be enough."

  She sidled along the couch until she was leaning up against my shoulder. "I'm not saying it wasn't enough. I just thought, you know, you didn't get to actually see it happen. Didn't you want that? Didn't you say it would be hot to see me with another guy?"

  I took a deep breath. I really hadn't been anticipating this at all. On the one hand, it turned me on. The idea of actually seeing her with another man already had my cock getting hard. On the other hand, there was something about her asking to do it that was kind of unsettling.

  "What?" she asked, "Now you're not into it anymore?"

  I took a deep breath. "No, I'm still into it. It just feels different knowing that you are."

  "Jealous different?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

  "Just different." It was jealousy but for some reason I didn't want to tell her. Maybe I didn't want her thinking that she was hurting me.

  "Okay," she replied, opening her book back up and looking a little dejected.

  "Okay, what?"

  "Okay you're not into it. It's okay. I just thought it would be fun."

  I started thinking about it. I looked at her pretty feet, tucked under her toned ass. My cock started to twitch. How would we do it? Who could we possibly get to fuck my wife while I watched?

  She glanced up, her eyes pausing at my crotch. The faintest smile flickered across her lips. "Watcha thinkin' about?" she asked, setting her book down again.

  I watched her move onto all fours and crawl across the couch towards me. I didn't reply. Just looked into her eyes. What would it look like, seeing my little Natalia staring at another man like that? What would it feel like? Would I really be filled with lust the way I was just then? Or would I not be able to take the burning jealousy that threatened to consume me at every turn.

  "Are you maybe thinking about your sweet little wife with another man's cock stuffed in her pussy?" she purred. She trailed her fingers down my chest, down my abs and touched my already firm cock through my pants. "Come on baby," she whispered, leaning close so I could feel her breath on my cheek. "You know you want it."

  She undid the button and pulled down my zipper, then hooked her fingers behind the elastic of my underwear. My cock jumped out as she yanked my clothes down. Natalia's eyes popped open in mock glee. "I guess that's a yes?" she asked.

  I felt the soft warmth of her slender fingers wrap around the base of my shaft. I let out a groan as she slid her hand up to the base of my glans, then back down.

  She was watching my cock, staring at it as if the sight of it was making her wet and ready. I looked down at the tight cut-off shorts she was wearing and imagined what it would be like to sink into her warm, wet pussy, to drive myself between her thighs.

  "You could watch me take a cock in my mouth," she said and immediately sank down onto me with her lips.

  I groaned again as the wetness inside her mouth spilled down my shaft, slathering me in her spit. She sucked and bobbed up and down making wet, guttural noises like some women do in porn. Like she knew that's what I really wanted. For her to be a dirty whore.

  She popped off and a string of drool clung to her lower lip that looked like it was curled in a snarl. "I could suck another man for you, just like that," she said, her voice sounding husky.

  My dick throbbed and she saw it. There was no hiding from her that I wanted her to do it. There was no hiding from her that I wanted it so badly that it made me hard every time I thought about it.

  She bounced up, tugged off the tank top she was wearing. Her round breasts came tumbling out, her nipples pink and st
iff and ready. She wiggled out of her short, the smell of her ready pussy already wafting through the room. She swung a leg over me and settled onto me but not all the way. Only enough for me to feel the heat coming off her sex. A drip of her moisture trickled from her and dribble down my cock making me bounce so the head of my cock just grazed her dewy sex.

  "Are you gonna say it?" she whispered, swaying above me and tormenting me with her closeness.

  "Am I going to say what?" I asked softly.

  "Are you gonna tell me to fuck another man?" And then quieter. "I'll let you into my pussy if you do."

  My mouth was open, my eyes were wide. I was staring deep into hers. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever heard her say. "I want you to fuck another man. And I want to watch."

  She put a hand on my cheek and smiled. At that same moment she let go with her thighs, sinking onto me and letting my cock slide along the walls of her tight, wet cunt.

  "Oh baby that feels so good," she said, starting to ride me. "I can't wait for you to watch me do this with another man."

  I flexed inside her as she said it. What would it be like? What would it be like watching her do the same thing to another man?

  "I can't wait to do it. I can't wait to do that for you," she said over and over as she rode in my lap. Her pussy was leaking all over me and as she started to ride harder and bounce higher it started making sloppy wet noises and the smell of sex drifted up between us.

  I cupped her full, bouncing breasts with my hands. I pinched her nipples, hard, and she moaned at the affection. She ran her hands up her body, closed her eyes and her head tilted to one side. She was enjoying herself immensely.

  I felt her pussy start to clutch at my cock, squeezing me for seed and I had to try hard not to release with my young wife riding me like that. I thought of her being off her birth control. I thought of the fact her bare womb was ready for my cum. My cock hardened. It pushed her over the edge.

  "Oh fuck baby yes!" she cried. She opened her eyes and her mouth made the "O" shape as her whole body shuddered above me. Her pussy got even hotter and even more sloppy as her body tensed with climax. The whole thing was too much and I couldn't hold out any longer. I put two hands on her hips and slammed up into her. The head of my cock erupted inside her, spraying her fertile walls with my creamy, white seed. We came like that, together, fast and hard and I shook beneath her.