by Lainey Fox
He shifted his tongue to her clit, while returning his fingers to her wanting hole. This sensation worked all the more pleasurably as Jane felt his flaccid tongue make intense love to her own most sensitive of places. Jane was ready to explode again when the sensations suddenly stopped.
“Alright, babe,” said Caesar as he withdrew., lying back with his head resting on the other end of the couch. “Sit on my face”
Jane couldn’t believe how intensely and for prolonged durations of time this young man could go on, and complied without resistance. Sitting on his face in reverse-cowboy fashion, Jane adjusted herself as she felt her pussy pressing in on his face, while him eating it out completely.
“Oh…Caesar….devour me,” she squealed.
Panting for breath, Caesar managed to muffle out: “Get at my dick”
Jane understood immediately. She had been too absorbed in her own pleasure-sensations to absolutely forget about anything else in the word, the couch, the drawing room, her husband, and even Caesar. Arching over him, she began to suck his dick.
All this while, Richard had looked on, standing on the threshold of the first floor, down at the couple fucking on the couch. The level of stimulation he was subjected to was immense. Jerking on his own dick, Richard felt a strange sense of satisfaction, being voluntarily cuckolded in his own home.
Now he stepped down, one step at a time, his eyes not shifting from the couple for even a moment, while he walked up to them. Finally approaching close to the couch, Richard found them heavily indulging in the sixty-nine position. Feeling a presence, Jane looked up from sucking Caesar’s dick. She was enthralled at the sight of her husband. No, not at his overall physical presence, but at his cock in particular.
Through all the days down in their married life, Jane could not for once recall her husband mustering up enough appetite to put on an impressive sexual performance. However, she was stunned to see her husband’s dick today. It was harder than she had ever seen.
“Mr. Goodman,” blurted out Caesar from beneath Jane. “I might not have put it to you straight before, but your wife…she is a succubus… I mean it…”
“You think I didn’t know that?” chuckled Richard as he ventured close to his wife, and stroked her hair. “Enjoying this, darling?”
“Oh Richard, you are more a man today than I ever thought you were,” said Jane, and she meant it.
Her respect for her husband had vastly risen in her own eyes after the day’s surprising affairs. With a deep, intense feeling of supposed devotion, she rapturously sucked on her husband’s dick, while still sitting on Caesar’s face. His penis had never felt this great in her mouth before. However, Richard retreated from her hungry lips.
“Not now, my dear. Focus on our guest right now,” said he, glancing devilishly at Caesar Wiles.
“Our guest…” replied Jane playfully. “Has already given me two orgasms, dear…”
“And I plan on giving you one more, before I am done with today,” said Caesar as he shifted to change position.
Gently and delicately, Caesar moved Jane aside on the couch from on top of him. Richard watched from the farther end of the drawing room now, as Caesar Wiles got up, and stood on the floor.
“Wrap your legs around me again, Mrs. Goodman,” he commanded. “I’m gonna fuck you till I drop you onto your bed upstairs.”
“What?” Jane squealed as Caesar effortlessly lifted her up.
Richard smiled.
Jane wrapped her legs around him again as Caesar inserted his cock deep within her. With an almost effortless strength he began to lift her up and bring her down…slowly at first and then with increasing speed. Jane moaned at each push, getting only louder by the second.
“Oh…Ah….Aaah…yes….yes…Oh…OH…AAAH…YES…YEAH…YEAH!!”
Richard Goodman was indeed amazed at Caesar’s versatility and strength, and while he touched himself to the erotic scene he had managed and planned and seen till fruition, he silently congratulated himself at what he thought was an ingenious idea, quite personal to him.
Caesar continued fucking Jane as he slowly started to walk. With each step he pushed Jane up and down his dick with his strong arms. Both Richard and Jane were impressed with Caesar’s strength. However, all the walking did not dumb down the fucking, for Caesar kept pumping her up and down with non-decreasing aptitude, confidently walking up to the stairs.
“I’m gonna cum…again… OH Richard…OH Caesar…ah…I’m cumming,” squealed Jane.
Richard followed the pair and watched the path his wife’s orgasm was leaving across their floor. Through the house to their bedroom he stroked himself, feeling better than he had ever in his boring sexual life thus far.
Finally approaching their room, Caesar dropped Jane on the bed with a thud, at which she seemed to crumple into a heap of orgasmic pleasure.
“I think she’s had enough,” Caesar said with smug satisfaction.
Then he turned to her husband. Richard was slowly stroking his deflating cock. At his feet was a pool of splattered cum. Richard had reached his limit when Caesar had placed the thoroughly fucked Jane onto their bed.
“You’re quite the pervert, aren’t you, Mr Goodman..?”
Richard smiled a smile of satisfaction.
Chapter 3
When Jane woke up from her sleep, it was evening dawning out and around the Goodman Residence. She walked out to the balcony to find her husband comfortably sitting on an arm-chair, sipping coffee.
“When did Caesar leave?” she mumbled in a very low voice.
“Oh, hey darling,” said Richard, turning towards her. “Right after. He said he was busy…remember his Florida appointment?”
“Right,” Jane sat on Richard’s lap.
“So, you two are friends now?” she asked, examining her husband’s face attentively.
It had a composure about it that had been missing until recently. It was as if a change, for the better, had come over her husband.
“Well, that intense hatred we had for one another has certainly disappeared,” joked Richy.
Jane looked out at the beautiful willow trees outside, as the twilight breeze gently rocked its branches, shaking it’s leaves…brushing them against each other to create a hissing sound, yet one that was audibly soothing.
“Y’know…Rich?”
“Hmm?”
“All this time, I wondered…what you exactly do, writing all those self-help books…y’know…I mean all that textbook advice you always passionately write about and all…”
“Yeah?”
“Well it’s not that I’ve never read them. In fact, I have, and I was, recently…reading that chapter you wrote about freedom, and keeping an open-mind when it comes to your loved ones…”
“Oh yes!”
“Well..today… you kind of demonstrated it yourself, Richard. I have nothing to say to you.”
Then looking at Richard intensely, Jane kissed him on the forehead.
“Today, I have nothing but deep unabashed respect for you, my love.”
She fondled Richard’s hair, messing them up upon the already messy gust of twilight wind that blew unobtrusively.
“I love you, Richard Goodman.” said she, hugging her husband tight.
Richard smiled, looking out of the balcony, down at the streets, at people returning from work, some of them tired, some of them refreshed at the prospect of going back home, petty humans living their petty lives of selfishness for just one more day till death called its toll.
Richard knew he was right. He had been right all along. Despite his own selfish erotic interests, to keep an open-mind, to be ego-less in a world devoid of selflessness, Richard felt a rare drive of fulfillment. Caressing her wife, he fondled with her tresses this time, smelling her perfume.
“And I love you, Jane Goodman,” said he. “I love you.”
Watching My Hot Wife –
Letting Her Stray
Book 1 of Watching my Hot Wife – Letting Her Stray
By Lainey Fox
Copyright © 2016 by Lainey Fox
& Scarlet Lantern Publishing
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.
All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
Chapter 1
As Alex was climbing in his car after a terrible week at work, he looked down at his phone and realized he had forgotten to open that text message from his wife earlier. Usually if Layla texts him during the day it is about something significant. She knew that his job was demanding as the editor in chief for the local newspaper, deadlines, pissed of customers, always a new story coming in, so she didn’t bother him too often. She worked from home and this sometimes made things a little demanding and stressful but they had a nice three bedroom home in the suburbs, both drove newer cars, and they never went hungry and usually went on vacation at least once a year. His job did demand a lot of his time and energy and there were times he wondered just how Layla managed to stick around as long as she had. He knew that sometimes she felt neglected or ignored, their life sure wasn’t like it was when they first got married, and long days at the office made them virtual strangers. Her work as a freelance journalist kept her up sometimes long hours into the night as she spent most days handling the household and its relative affairs.
He opened her text message and it was a selfie she had taken blowing him a virtual kiss, all it said otherwise was “Love you, can we talk later?” This was unusual for her but Alex replied with a, “love you too and a sure on my way home now”. He couldn’t help but wonder what it was she wanted to talk about, as usual his mind went to the worst case scenario; however he soon realized that she did send a kiss picture and an I love you, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. Her made the twenty five minute drive home without any trouble, his thoughts wandering back and forth between work and what it was that is beautiful wife could have possibly wanted to talk to him about.
When he pulled up in the driveway and parked his car in the two car garage and pushed the button to shut the garage door behind him, he opened the door between the garage and kitchen. As usual beautiful Layla was there cooking dinner, as she was every day at this time. He couldn’t complain she had dinner for him every night when he came home and the house was always clean and orderly, the household finances and needs were always in check, and the bankbook was always balanced. They would have surely had a child or children by this time in their ten year long marriage, but it seemed he had a low sperm count and pregnancy was pretty much an impossibility at this time. He knew it had bothered Layla at some point but she seemed to be fine with it now, they had adjusted.
She was standing at the kitchen sink cleaning vegetables when he walked in. It never ceased to amaze him just how beautiful she still was, the light was bouncing off of her strawberry blonde hair, as it fell in soft waves over her shoulders. As she turned around, he noticed how the ends of her hair just barely touched the skin above her cleavage accented by her low drop top. The rest framed her delicate face, where her high cheek bones, and sparkling green eyes greeted him.
“Hi honey,” she said with a delicate little smile. “How was your day, I hope it wasn’t too hard, on the plus side it is Friday, and the weekend is upon us.”
“Yeah it wasn’t too bad, but I am glad it is over at least temporarily,” he said as he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “So what is it you wanted to talk to me about sweetheart, I would really like to relax and watch some TV before going to bed, so if it’s ok with you I’d like to go ahead and discuss whatever it is you would like to talk about.”
“Sure honey, you do realize that we have been married for ten years now, and as much as I love you I have to confess things have gotten somewhat stale in our relationship. Now before you go into panic mode and I can see you are about to, No, I don’t want to leave you and I don’t want a divorce. I just want to spice things up some, and maybe shake our sex life up some.”
As she looked at him with a slightly guilty or nervous look on her face, he could see this was really important to her and he realized this is not the time to overreact, and make her feel uncomfortable.
“Ok Layla honey, what do you suggest we do, or should I say what is it YOU want to do?”
When he thought about it he realized she was right, things had gotten boring and stale. Really they had become non-existent, he couldn’t even really recall the last time they had made love, or had sex or whatever you wanted to call it. Truth was he just didn’t feel the need he used to feel, it was probably his age he was forty now, and this was the age the male sex drive began to drop and the woman’s began to peak. He was just too tired anymore. He still found her to be extremely beautiful, but he had just felt they were past that point in their marriage. Apparently he was wrong or else he wouldn’t be having this conversation.
“Well Alex, I want to be with another man and I want you to watch it, I find myself thinking about it all the time what it would be like to have you watch me being fucked by another man, sucking his cock, his hands and mouth all over me. Alex the truth is the idea really excites me and I want to try this. I don’t want to cheat on you, but I do need raw, sex sometimes just to feel alive and desired, I don’t want to do this behind your back, but the idea of you watching it makes it even hotter for me. I figure, we could go out tonight to a bar or something, a place where younger men hang out, and I could pick out the one that I want and we could bring him home with us for the weekend, I know this is really unusual but I really want this, please Alex don’t deny me this.”
As he looked at her face, he could tell she really did love him and he had been neglecting her and she was a wonderful wife so he owed her this anyway.
“Ok honey, I am going to agree to this, I want you to know I am not comfortable with this, but I will do this for you. I mean you are beautiful and sexy and every man should get a shot at a hottie like you.”
He did his best to give her a grin, he instantly saw her face light up and he knew she was happy with him at this moment. He just hoped after this weekend she still chose to be happy with him.
“Well I guess if we’re going to do this tonight then we had better go get ready, so we can find your toy and get home and let you play for a while before it gets too late. I’m going to get in the shower and start getting dressed while you do whatever it is you need to do to get ready, then we’ll head out, hey how about we try that new club on the other side of town, I heard it’s a younger crowd, maybe you’ll find you a playmate to suit you there?”
She grinned at him and he knew she was in agreement with him, so he headed off to the shower. He really just wanted to get this over as quickly as possible and hoped he didn’t run into anyone from his office while he and Layla were out and about.
He stepped out of the shower and dried off, shaved, put on his cologne, brushed his teeth, and walked out of the bedroom to find his wife in a sexy low cut, very short red mini dress. The dress clung to her curves and he realized for the first time in a long time just how sexy she really was. Her hair was teased and fell over her shoulders in a wanton design, her curls wider and more appealing than he had seen in a long time, her face had just the right touch of makeup to make her look extremely luscious and dignified all at the same time, her dark wine lipstick, gave her a sex appeal he hadn’t seen in a long time. She was four inches taller in the red heel she was wearing, she was indeed beautiful.
They walked out of the house together and climbed into her SUV and headed for the club, where he hoped he could help make her fantasies come true. He began to grow more and more excited the more he thought about it, just how would it feel to watch his wife being slammed and pleasured by another man’s
cock, he began to feel a familiar tingling between his legs just thinking about it.
Chapter 2
As they walked into the club, Alex realized that this place was indeed full of many younger men, and most of them were dressed in t-shirts, jeans, had tattoos and piercings. The men definitely outnumbered the women in this place. Honestly he was very intimidated by the surge of testosterone in this club, in its three months of existence it had certainly gained a reputation for itself. It seemed Layla automatically found two or three she would be interested in, she looked at him, and he smiled and she went off to do her thing. He sat at the bar for about forty five minutes had a couple of margaritas, and she came back and sat next to him. She had brought a young man probably about twenty five or thirty with her like the others, he was dressed in jeans and a t shirt, he was about six foot tall about two hundred fifty pounds, dark shoulder length hair, and smoldering blue eyes. It appeared he had at least two tattoos on each of his biceps.
