by Bart Tracer
Jenny Unleashed, Volume 2
A Hotwife Adventure
Bart Tracer
Copyright 2017 Bart Tracer
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
No part of this work may be reproduced for distribution by any means physical, mechanical, or electronic without the explicit written permission of the copyright holder.
This is a work of erotic fiction intended for adult consumption only. Unlike real life, characters in books cannot contract STDs and/or ruin their lives or the lives of other people. All characters and locations are fictitious or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Individuals pictured on the cover are models and are used for illustrative purposes only.
First digital edition electronically published by Bart Tracer, November 2017
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bart Tracer is a family man who has a secret passion for writing erotic stories. He specializes in hotwife adventures and sexy group encounters, writing the kinds of stories that he enjoys reading. His narratives pull the reader in and provide an emotional investment in the characters, with plenty of naughty action and sexual tension to keep things lively. Some of his inspiration is drawn from his own personal experiences, but mostly his works are a way for him to explore all of those theoretical “what ifs” that separate the mundane from the extraordinary. Hope you enjoy them!
Feedback welcome! Visit Bart’s Tumblr site at http://barttracer.tumblr.com. You can also follow him on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/BartTracer or Twitter @BartTracer.
Sign up for Bart’s Newsletter/Blog at: http://barttracer.wixsite.com/barttracer
Bart Tracer’s Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Bart-Tracer/e/B01MT0WXK5
Chapter 1
The first golden rays of the warm Florida sun were just beginning to drive away the darkness of night when I awoke beside my sleeping wife. From outside, I could hear the soothing sound of the ocean, slapping rhythmically against the pristine white sand. I lay there with my face no more than a foot away from hers and watched her sleep, my eyes taking in the peaceful beauty of her pale face in the growing light. God, I loved this woman! A great wave of happiness welled up in me. All was right with the world. Serene. Perfect. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, feeling the warm relaxation spread through all my limbs.
Suddenly my eyes shot open and I sat bolt upright. What had we done last night?! Oh, my God! Last night! Like a stream of molten lava poured straight into my brain, a million heart-stopping images flooded my consciousness. Had it really happened? Had we actually done those things?!
Last night. Fuck! I looked around the room, my eyes seeking some proof that I hadn’t dreamed it all. Sure enough, there on the floor, just beyond the foot of the bed, lay my wife’s clothing, right where Jamaal had deposited it when he had stripped her before my eyes. Her towering heels, discarded only after the main event had taken place, were lying in a tangle next to the bedside table. Turning back to look more closely at Jen, I realized that there was ample evidence there as well. Her normally meticulously coiffed hair was matted in several places with what I knew to be semen. Shit! It really had happened!
This entire trip had been leading up to this. I knew that. I had known it all along. Like a long and steady progression toward last night. The more she had flirted, the more excited I had become, and when she gave me a chance to stop things, to let sanity intervene, I had willingly forged ahead. Finally, things had taken their inevitable course, and last night I had watched my wife of seven years have sex with another man.
Technically that wasn’t true! I hadn’t just watched her have sex with another man. There had been two of them! Two! Wow! Three, I guess, if you counted me, but that had been afterwards, after the boys had gone back to their own hotel. Regardless of the details, the fact was she had been unfaithful. And I… Well, to be perfectly honest, I had loved every minute of it!
I got up quietly, trying not to disturb her and slipped on a pair of sweatpants. Being as silent as I could, I padded across the room and eased open the balcony door. I needed some air. For that matter, it wouldn’t hurt to ventilate the room a little. Even eight hours later, the air in the room was still close and oppressive, reeking of stale sweat and sex.
The breeze coming in off the ocean was cool and clean and tasted like salt. I stood on the balcony shirtless with my hands on the railing and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. With a tired groan, I stretched my arms far up over my head, welcoming the fresh air into my lungs after the stagnant environment of the closed bedroom.
Far below, a man and a child were playing fetch with a dog on the beach. It was too early for the sun worshippers and swimmers to be out. Off to the left, I saw one of the brightly colored beach patrol ATVs slowly making its way along the sand.
As I watched the ATV, wondering what the driver was doing, a pair of soft hands encircled my waist from the rear and Jenny kissed the back of my shoulder, then pressed her cheek to my bare skin. Her body was warm against my naked back. “Good morning,” she said. Her voice had that crackly, hoarse quality it sometimes had when she was just waking up.
I turned to face her. “Good morning,” I parroted. “Did you sleep well?” She was wearing one of the hotel bathrobes, and the sight immediately brought to mind how she had teased the bellhop a couple of nights ago. She had worn a bathrobe just like this then. And she had given poor Jimmy one hell of an eyeful! I grabbed her butt and pulled her tightly against me.
She giggled, tilting her head back to look up at me, “Like a cadaver! I don’t think I even rolled over all night!”
“Wow!” I recoiled from her. Her breath was absolutely awful! “Sorry, baby, but the first item on the agenda for today is a toothbrush and some mouthwash!”
She stepped away from me and her hand shot up to her mouth, her eyes wide. “Oh God! Sorry!”
I chuckled, amused by her mortification, “Don’t worry about it! I just got up too. Mine’s probably not much better!”
“I don’t know about that,” she grinned sheepishly as she turned and headed toward the bathroom. “Something tells me the mixture of morning breath and stale cum has you beat on that one!” She hurried away and I heard the bathroom door close behind her.
I left the balcony door open when I stepped back into the room. Flicking on the light switch, I looked around me, surveying the damage. As bad as the room smelled, it looked even worse! The sheets and bedspread were wrinkled beyond anything I had ever seen, and streaked with the telltale signs of a great deal of sex.
I blushed at the thought of the hotel maids stripping the sheets. I wondered what they’d think, whether they would giggle amongst themselves and whisper to one another about the perverts camped out in the honeymoon suite. It would be pretty obvious that I hadn’t caused this much carnage by myself! Ah, fuck it, I said to myself, it is a hotel, after all! I’m sure they’ve seen worse! Besides, there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot I could do about it at this point!
I heard the shower start and felt my stomach growl. Maybe I should order some room service. I was starving. Jenny probably was too, I realized. Thin and lithe, she had the metabolism of a timber wolf, which wasn’t that surprising, really. Not with her passion for jogging and fitness. Nothing like a little exercise to stimulate the old metabolism! I snorted at the irony of that thought. If there were two things my wife had certainly gotten enough of last night, it was exercise and stimulation!
I walked into the living room and found the menu on the table beside the sofa, where I’d left it last night. I scanned down until I found what I was looking for, then picked up my phone and plac
ed our order. 15 minutes, they told me. I hung up and put the phone down on top of the menu.
I tilted my head, listening for the sound of the shower. Nothing. Jenny was finished. When I stepped into the bedroom, I met her coming out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body. Her long black hair hung to the middle of her back in heavy, wet strands. To my relief, her breath now smelled minty fresh, like toothpaste and mouthwash.
“Your turn!” she chirped, jerking her head toward the open door behind her.
“Right. I won’t be long. I ordered us some breakfast. They said it would be up in 15 minutes. Can you take care of that? Oh, and don’t forget the tip. My wallet’s on the nightstand.” The mention of a tip brought my mind once again to Jenny exposing herself to the bellhop. I glanced at her near-naked body and felt my cock begin to swell. Jimmy wouldn’t be on duty this early in the morning, but maybe whoever they sent would like a little peek…
Sometimes, I could just swear that my wife was a mind-reader. She raised her eyes to mine and shook her head, the corners of her mouth turning up into a playful smile. “Easy boy!” she scolded. “I think you and I had better sit down and have a talk about what happened last night before I start flashing my charms at any more strangers. Don’t you?”
I nodded and headed toward the bathroom. She was right. Of course, she was right. What we needed now was a step back, a little distance. We needed to evaluate things. Last night had been a life-changing event. The question was, just how had it changed our lives? Where were we going to go from here? Something told me I needed to have an answer to these questions by the time I got out of the shower.
I closed the door behind me and slipped off my sweatpants. My cock popped free of the waistband and bobbed before me, still half-erect from the memory of her flashing Jimmy. When I turned toward the sink, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and paused for a moment to study the man I saw there.
It was funny, really. I didn’t look any different. Same old Ken. The face that stared back at me was that of a normal guy in his late twenties, close-cropped blonde hair and grey eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary, no outward sign of anything that might set him apart from his fellows. But appearances can be deceiving. I was looking at the face of a man that most normal people would call a deviant, a man who had not only allowed two other men to fuck his wife, but who actively encouraged it and even watched.
Yeah, I thought as I turned away from the mirror with a wry smile and opened the shower door, that guy is anything but normal! Leaning into the shower stall, I turned on the water and checked the temperature. Satisfied that I wasn’t about to singe off my twig and berries, I stepped into the shower, letting the soothing water stream over me.
What happened had been exciting. No. ‘Exciting’ wasn’t a strong enough word for it, not by a long shot! I had fantasized about watching Jenny with another man for years, since we first met, really. Finally watching it happen in real life had been positively mind-blowing.
And in the direct aftermath, as my wife and I had made love in the damp sheets, we had both been eager for it to happen again. Now, in the cold light of day, after the fiery arousal of the moment had dissipated, I had to say that my own desire to watch her with others remained unabated.
Jenny, too, seemed fairly unfazed, considering she had been fucked by three separate men last night. But, I had to wonder if she felt the same about what happened as I did. As much as she had obviously enjoyed it at the time, maybe she wanted it to be a one-time thing, a crazy vacation memory that we could look back on when we were old. Then again, maybe she wasn’t through making memories. Like she said: we needed to talk.
The smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs hit me like a wall when I walked into the living room with my towel around my waist. Jenny had traded in her bathrobe for a pair of jeans and a delightfully tight-fitting t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a long, black ponytail that fell across one shoulder. She was bent over the small, oval-shaped table in the suite’s tiny kitchen, arranging our plates. I couldn’t help pausing to admire the view as her denim-clad ass wiggled seductively.
She stood up and noticed me watching her. “Ah, just in time!” she said with a smile. “The food just got here. And not a moment too soon! I’m starving!”
“Me too!” I agreed. “Just let me put some clothes on…”
“Later. Starving!” she reminded me sternly.
When Jenny got hungry, there was no waiting. She needed food right then! Otherwise, she was grumpy and impossible to get along with. Deciding that discretion was, indeed, the better part of valor, I nodded and sat down, still wearing my towel.
In truth, I was starving, too. And the exquisite odor that now filled the suite had made it even worse. I put the first forkful of eggs into my mouth and bit off a chunk of the crispy bacon. Carlos, the concierge, had been right: the hotel’s kitchen was first-rate. Looking up, I met my wife’s eyes and saw her nod her approval. We ate in relative silence, each of us enjoying this moment of peace together. Deep down, I think we both realized that it was the lull before the storm.
“So,” I said when I was finished, laying my silverware across my plate and dabbing at the corners of my mouth with my napkin. “That was just what I needed!”
Jenny’s piercing green eyes flashed up and held mine. “Yeah,” she muttered, swallowing the last mouthful of her meal. She reached for her orange juice and took a long swallow, her eyes watching me as she tipped up the glass.
“I was thinking maybe we could take a little drive. You know, explore a little, check out some of the other towns around here, maybe go for a swim if we find a nice stretch of beach.”
She nodded, smiling widely. “I think I’d like that! I think I’d like that a lot!”
“Great!” I said. “I’ll call down and have them bring the car around. What do you think, half an hour?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty much ready now. Half an hour sounds good!”
“All right, half an hour it is!” I pushed my chair back and rose, retrieving my phone from the bedside table in the other room. I dialed the front desk and made the arrangements, then hung my towel back in the bathroom and proceeded to pick out a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved, button-up shirt. Fifteen minutes later, I walked back into the living room, hair combed, teeth brushed, and ready for action.
“Just let me slip into the bathroom for a second, and I’ll be ready,” she said, coming up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on my cheek as she squeezed past me. I turned and watched her backside until she disappeared into the bathroom, delighting in the feminine sway of her hips and the playful bounce of her ponytail. You’re a lucky man, Kenneth Wilson! I told myself for the millionth time.
She was in the bathroom a long time. Of course, she was! She always took too long. It was a fact of married life I had come to accept. So, I sat on the couch and watched a little TV, trying not to let my impatience grow each time I glanced at the clock on the wall.
Just as I was about to rise and go check on her, she was back, all smiles, eager to embark on a new adventure. One look at her beautiful, happy face was enough to make me forget the annoyance of a moment ago. Hers was one of those infectious smiles, the kind that forced you to smile back. And that’s what I did, turning the TV off and rising to meet her.
She now wore a sensible pair of sneakers and I couldn’t help but contrast them with the high heels she had worn last night. My mind strayed back to the memory of those heels. God! Those heels! She hadn’t taken them off all evening. Scott and Jamaal and then I had all three fucked her while she was wearing them. They had lent a sort of obscene elegance to our little orgy, bobbing enticingly in the air as first one man and then another took a turn between her legs. “Ready?” Jenny’s voice asked, tearing my attention from her shoes.
“Oh! Yeah!” I blushed. I looked at the clock. “I’m sure the car is waiting on us by now.”
Jenny looped her purse over her shoulder, then took a last look around the suite. “I think that’s
everything.”
I checked to make sure I had my wallet, then walked to the door. Turning the knob, I held the door for her, gesturing toward the hallway. “After you, milady!”
“Oh! Such a gentleman!” Jenny giggled. She ran the back of her hand along the line of my freshly shaved jaw. “I knew there was a reason I married you!”
I winked at her, “And here, I thought it was because of my big dick!”
She wrinkled her nose in a good-natured little snicker, “Riiiight! You just keep telling yourself that!”
Her hand glided down the front of my shirt and cupped my crotch. Giving me a playful squeeze, she walked out into the hallway and headed toward the elevator.
Chapter 2
It was good to be back behind the wheel, to hear the throaty growl of the Mustang’s big engine in front of me as I worked through the gears. The little town we were headed to was just a few miles away, barely worth getting on the interstate again, but traffic was light today, so I pulled onto the on ramp and mashed down on the accelerator, feeling the car lurch forward immediately.
With her sunglasses perched jauntily on her forehead, Jenny stared out the window at the passing scenery, not speaking until we were on the highway. From the corner of my eye, I saw her turn her head and look at me. She opened her mouth to speak twice, but closed it each time without uttering a sound. I concentrated on the road ahead, giving her time to work through whatever it was she had to say. Finally, she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and began.
“So, about last night,” she said quietly.
I nodded, not looking at her, just waiting for her to continue at her own pace.
“Was it…?” She paused, chewing on her bottom lip. “I guess things got pretty out of hand, didn’t they?”
“Yeah!” I couldn’t suppress a grin. That’s the understatement of the year! I thought. “You could say that!”
