Jenny Unleashed, Volume 2: A Hotwife Adventure

by Bart Tracer

  There it was. Room 214. So, I had been right. My stomach did a flip. “Didn’t you wonder why I never showed up? Or did you forget all about me?”

  “No! Of course not! It’s just that, well, at first, I thought you were probably still on the phone. I knew it would probably take a while. But when you still hadn’t showed up a couple of hours later… well, I thought maybe you were just giving me a little space. You know, that you wanted them to have me without you there. Like we talked about that first time. I had no idea you didn’t know what room we were in! God, I’m such an idiot! I am so sorry!”

  Her explanation made sense, in a way. After all, the first night she had fooled around with them, our original plan had been for her to go home with them while I waited in our room. Besides that, the tears that now filled her eyes were enough to convince me that she wasn’t lying. It had just been one of those colossal fuck-ups that life seems to be filled with. I felt my anger melt away.

  “It’s all right, Jen. You’re not an idiot. And I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry if I’m being a grouch. Tonight was just a little bit frustrating, if you know what I mean.”

  She smiled. “Yeah. I can imagine. I wish you had been there, too. I mean, it was fun, having some alone time with the boys, but honestly, it’s better when you’re there watching.”

  “Believe me, I wanted to watch!”

  “Aww. Sounds like somebody missed me! I guess that means you need some attention now, too.”

  She got to her feet and turned her back to me. “Unzip me,” she said, smiling back at me.

  I sat up, throwing back the sheets and reached for her zipper. “So,” I said as I pulled the tab and began to ease the slider down her slender back, “how was it? Did you have fun?”

  “Oh God, Ken! Sooo much fun! It was amazing!”

  I noticed that she was no longer wearing the bustier she had worn beneath her dress when she left so many hours ago. She seemed to read my mind. “My bustier is in my purse,” she explained, jerking her head toward the living room. “It got too hot.”

  She shrugged out of the dress, letting it slip down her shoulders and pulling her arms free. She turned to face me with her dress pushed to her waist, and I gasped when I saw her breasts. The pale skin was red and streaked, her nipples puffy and swollen. Someone had given them one hell of a mauling tonight.

  She glanced down, following my eyes. “Oh,” she murmured. “Yeah. I guess they got a little carried away.” She tugged the dress over her hips, shimmying from side to side as she did so. As expected, her skimpy panties were also missing.

  She slid the fabric lower, letting it drop down her slender legs. My heart beat faster when her bare little slit came into view. With no pubic hair to hide them, her nether lips were clearly visible, swollen, red, and angry-looking. A slut’s pussy, an evil little voice inside my head said.

  I reached for her, pulling her to the edge of the bed between my legs, and kissed her left breast. Their scent was all over her, a heady mixture of cologne, sweat, and semen. My trembling hand slid between her thighs. I groaned when I discovered she was sticky from her knees to her crotch, coated in drying sperm. I felt upwards to her swollen pussy and ran my finger back and forth along her slit.

  She winced. “Oooh. Careful. I’m pretty sensitive.”

  I looked up at her. “Tell me,” I whispered. “Tell me about your night.”

  “Mmm. What do you want to know?” She grinned, her green eyes dancing with a wicked fire.

  “Everything.”

  “Okay, baby. But remember: you asked for it!” She smiled, thinking back on her evening. “Well, they were pretty eager when I got there. As in, they answered the door before I had finished knocking!

  “They handed me a beer and we talked for a while. Like I promised, I tried to stall them. Honest, I did. But after 15 minutes of small talk, they were all over me, pawing at my dress like a couple of starved wolves. And I was more than ready for them. I felt so desirable, so sexy, with a man on either side of me. I fell to my knees and started sucking them, first one, then the other. Taking turns.

  “Whichever guy I didn’t have in my mouth at any particular time was busy stripping off my clothes. It didn’t take them long to have me down to my new lingerie. When I told them that you bought it special for tonight, they really got turned on. Oh, that reminds me; I’m supposed to tell you that you have excellent taste in women’s undergarments,” she grinned.

  “Jamaal switched the television to one of the music channels and had me dance for them. I was embarrassed at first, dancing half naked in front of two young men, but when they began stroking themselves, my embarrassment turned to pure, unadulterated lust. I don’t remember ever being more excited, swaying to the music while they played with their hard cocks, knowing they were hard because of me, and that they were both going to fuck me silly.

  “God baby! It was so sensual, so hot. I could practically feel their hungry eyes on me, devouring my body. They wanted me so bad! And I loved it, loved the way they looked at me. It made me think of the look on your face that first night you gave me to them.”

  Jenny gave me a warm smile and bent to kiss me. Her breath was musky and masculine smelling. I tried not to think about why. I slipped a finger into her as we made out and she moaned into my mouth. She was slick inside and hot as lava. Breaking our kiss, she straightened up and continued her story while I slowly worked my finger in and out of her used pussy.

  “Then, Scott moved behind me and began to dance with me, his hard cock pressed against my ass. I closed my eyes and leaned back against his muscular chest and felt his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my panties. I opened my eyes and stared straight into Jamaal’s while his friend slid my panties down my legs.

  “As soon as they made it to the floor, Jamaal was up, off the couch, pushing me back onto the bed and diving between my legs. I thought he was going to lick me, but I guess he was too turned on. He just growled like a bear as he pushed my legs apart and slid that thick black cock of his straight into my wet pussy. God, he felt huge! It took my breath away.

  “Scott wasn’t far behind, sliding his dick into my mouth while his friend fucked me mercilessly. I think it was maybe five minutes from the time my panties hit the carpet to my first orgasm. And oh boy! It was a big one! I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

  “The guys took that opportunity to switch ends, rolling me onto all fours. Scott grabbed my hips and put his cock in me while Jamaal climbed onto the bed in front of me and guided my mouth to his enormous rod. And then… then, they…”

  By this time, I had inserted a second finger and was really going to town on her pussy. Her legs were shaking, and she was having trouble concentrating on her tale. “What happened then?” I teased. “Go on.”

  “Oooh! I… Oh, just like that, Ken. Keep going. Just… just let me… cum again, and I’ll… tell you the rest!”

  She had her eyes clamped shut and was curling her hips forward, trying to get more of my pumping fingers inside her. My whole hand was wet, and I knew that a lot of it was not from her. But, I didn’t care. If anything, the fact that she was leaking their sperm excited me even more.

  I did as she asked, moving my fingers even faster. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers into her as far as they would go, grinding her clit against my knuckles as her hot pussy seized around my fingers. I looked up to see her head thrown back and her mouth torn open in a silent scream as she came hard on my hand, gushing more of her lovers’ juices.

  When her orgasm subsided, her legs were weak. She gave me a breathless smile and pushed me back onto the bed. Settling onto the comforter beside me, she threw one of her muscular legs over me and stroked my cheek with the back of her hand. I could feel her body still trembling slightly. “Thanks. I needed that,” she whispered in my ear.

  “And here I thought you had probably had enough for one night!” I chuckled.

  “Honestly, right now it feels like I could never get enough!” she
said. “God, what a slut I am. I’m terrible, aren’t I?”

  “No. Maybe you are a slut, but you’re my slut, and you’re not terrible. You’re sexy as fuck. And seeing you like this turns me on more than you can imagine.”

  “Is it like you imagined, in those fantasies of yours?”

  “No,” I shook my head. “It’s so much better in real life! Jen, you’re the sexiest woman alive!”

  “Aww, you really are an amazing man,” she whispered, a blush rising to her cheeks. She leaned in and kissed me again. “Now, where was I?”

  “Last I remember, you were between a cock and a hard-on,” I said mischievously.

  “Right. Jerk!” she stuck out her tongue at me. “Anyway! So, they fucked me from both ends, and it seemed to go on forever. I kept watching the door, waiting for you to arrive, but you never did. Then, Scott came in me and Jamaal took his place, rolling me onto my back and fucking me like a jackhammer until we both came. And then…” Suddenly, her smile melted away and a look of concern came into her eyes.

  “Oh. Oh, Ken. I need to tell you something. It’s… well, I don’t know how… I mean, we never talked about…”

  “It’s all right. Just tell me. What happened, Jen?”

  “Well, as Jamaal and I were trying to catch our breath, I heard a knock at the door. I was thrilled, because I just knew it was you. Only, it wasn’t you. It was Tommy and Mitch, a couple of guys I met on the beach that day you went to look at the local architecture.”

  I knew exactly what she was talking about. I could still remember the searing jealousy and the arousal I had felt when I had returned to the hotel to find my wife lying on the beach in her bikini, surrounded by buff young men. That had been the moment I knew that I really did want to watch her with someone else.

  “Before I could say anything, Scott let them in. I was a little embarrassed at first, but they made such a big deal over me, complimenting me, telling me how beautiful I was. And anyway, it was a little too late to hide what was going on from them, with me still sitting on Jamaal’s cock and all. So, they stayed to watch.”

  “Watch?” I asked. I felt a wave of relief that she was telling me about Mitch and Tommy. It underscored my conviction that she wasn’t trying to hide anything from me. But deep down, I was certain Mitch and Tommy had done more than watch.

  “Well, that’s how it started. They grabbed a couple of beers and took a seat on the other bed while Scott had another turn. As you know, he’s not nearly as big as Jamaal, but I guess having an audience got me going, because before I knew it, I was cumming like a freight train. Scott came too, filling my greedy little snatch while they watched. It was the most thrilling experience, knowing their eyes were glued to me like that.

  “Then, the next thing I knew, they were on the bed with me, naked. I took one look at their cocks, and I just spread my legs for them.”

  She put her hand on my cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I shouldn’t have. Not without talking to you first. But I was so turned on, and they were so big and hard, pressing against me. I couldn’t stop myself.”

  “It’s all right,” I said. “I’m glad they got to have you.” And the strange thing was, I meant it. Four other men had now fucked my wife on this vacation. Four! And I was okay with it. There was no way I could explain what was going on in my head, but the naughtier she was, the better I liked it.

  “They spent the rest of the night taking turns on me. Mitch and Jamaal, Scott and Tommy. I lost track of how many times they came in me. The fucked me until they had nothing more to give me, and I left them lying on the bed, four naked young men, fucked to the point of exhaustion. And I came home to you.”

  “God, I love you!” I blurted. “I think that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”

  “I’m glad. I like being naughty for you,” she smiled sweetly. “And now, I think it’s time I took care of my man.” Her hand snaked down my belly and found my cock. When she did, she sat up and gave me a confused look. “I thought you said my story was sexy,” she said.

  “It was. It’s just that…”

  “But, you’re not hard,” she interrupted. I could hear the disappointment in her voice. “I thought you'd be turned on.”

  “Jen, I am. It’s not you. It’s… Well, it’s just that…” Fuck! Confession time! I took a deep breath. I could feel my cheeks burning. “I couldn’t wait. When I couldn’t find you, I had to have some relief.”

  “Relief? You mean you… jerked off?”

  “Yeah. And once I got started, it was like I couldn’t stop. I kept picturing you with them and my cock would immediately get hard again.”

  She bit her lip, her eyes studying my face. “How many times?”

  “What?”

  “How many times did you masturbate?”

  “Several times, I guess.”

  “How many?”

  “Honestly? I don’t know. I did it on the couch, looking at your pictures. Then, in the shower. Again in the bathroom. And then in bed. I can remember at least four. Does it really matter?”

  She drew in a sharp breath and closed her eyes, a tight little smile creasing her lips. “Oh, it matters, baby. It matters a lot! That’s hot, Ken. That’s so fucking hot! You were here tossing off while I was with them?”

  “Yeah. I was so turned on it felt like I was losing my fucking mind.”

  “God, that turns me on! The thought of my husband jerking off while I’m out being fucked by other guys. You really do like me being a slut, don’t you, baby?”

  “Uh huh.” I grinned.

  “And now, you can’t get it up for me?” She glanced down at my flaccid cock and her eyes glowed with excitement.

  “Um, apparently not. Listen Jen, I’m sorry about this. I…”

  “Shh,” she put her finger to my lips. “It’s okay. It’s more than okay. It’s perfect.” A huge smiled blossomed on her beautiful face and she rolled on top of me, trapping my limp penis beneath her sticky pussy. She slid back and forth across me, her face a mask of pure excitement.

  I didn’t understand. “Perfect?” I echoed.

  “Mm hmm,” she bit her lip. She bent forwards and put her lips to my ear. “Don’t you see? They all had me. Four men fucked me tonight, and I’m carrying sperm from each of them inside me. And now, you can’t do the same. You can’t reclaim your wife. Tell me that’s not kinky. Tell me that doesn’t turn you on.”

  I couldn’t. Even though my cock wasn’t showing it, her words excited me beyond belief. I groaned in erotic frustration, gritting my teeth as she rubbed her clit against my useless dick until she orgasmed again.

  She kissed me on the cheek, then rolled off me and turned off the light. Five minutes later, she was sleeping like a corpse.

  Chapter 11

  After that night, Jen didn’t mention doing anything with other men for two days. I was surprised. From her description of the debauchery that had taken place at the Grand Hotel, I had almost expected her to set up another date with the boys the next evening.

  Instead, she had wanted to spend the next two days with me. During the days, we had gone swimming, jogged a little, hit the local tourist spots. We were a normal married couple on vacation. And at night, we stayed in and watched movies together, then made tender love to each other.

  I began to think our little adventure was over, that Jenny had strayed too close to the flames and was now pulling back, afraid to be burned. Until the morning of the third day.

  I awoke to the sound of someone knocking on the door of the suite. “Who the hell could that be?” I grumbled quietly to myself, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and rubbing my eyes.

  It was 8 o’clock. The sun, already comfortably above the horizon, was sending its welcome rays through the window at my back. I stretched and got to my feet, putting on one of the hotel’s plush terry robes as I made my way to the door.

  My hand was on the knob when I heard Jenny’s voice through the wooden door. “Jimmy!” she exclaim
ed. “What a surprise! I thought you worked the night shift.”

  “I… uh… yes, ma’am. That’s right,” his voice stammered. “This… this is just temporary. You see, one of the morning crew came down with the flu. So, management asked if I would mind working mornings for a couple of days. Just until she’s back on her feet again.”

  “Hmm. Lucky me, then, I guess!”

  “Um. Y…yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am.”

  “Why don’t you bring those in here. Just put them on the table, please. Oh thank you, Jimmy. You’re such a sweetheart!”

  There was a tease in Jenny’s voice that was unmistakable. She liked Jimmy. She had from the beginning. It had taken virtually no urging from me to get her to flash him a few days ago. Now, it sounded like she was up to something again. But what?

  With the stealth of a ninja, I eased the door open just a crack, until I could see them in the suite’s tiny kitchen. Jenny was facing my direction, while Jimmy had his back to me. A tray of food lay on the table. Jenny had apparently ordered us breakfast.

  She was standing close to him, too close to really be appropriate. Their bodies were separated by no more than a foot of space. Like me, she wore a white robe, and though it was tied securely, I had the sneaking suspicion that my wife was nude underneath it.

  “Oh dear!” Jenny exclaimed. “I guess I forgot to have my husband leave me some money when he went out.” Went out? What the hell was she talking about? I was right here. “Now, what am I going to do about your tip?” She batted her eyes and smiled suggestively.

  “Oh, th… that’s all right, Mrs. Wilson. You don’t need to tip me.” From his posture, I could tell he was nervous standing this close to her, like a trapped animal facing a predator. He inched a half step closer to the door as he spoke, trying to make his escape, but she stopped him by laying a hand on his arm.

  “Nonsense,” she said, her voice low and sweet. “I’ll just have to give you something else. And I’ve already told you, Jimmy, call me Jenny!”