Yes: A Hotwife Romance

by Jason Lenov

  "Wives. Girlfriends. Whatever. Some guys just get off on seeing a brother...you know..."

  "Wow," I whispered. "I guess I never would have thought that..."

  "The trouble with this, Charlie, is Angie...Angie's my fucking boss, man."

  That one was harder. I'd thought about it though. "You like her, don't you Will? I mean, she's a good looking woman, right?"

  He shrugged and put his palms up again, sheepish.

  "It's okay. You can say it. I asked, remember?"

  "Well, then yeah."

  I leaned in close again. "I bet you've thought of pushing your cock into that tight little cunt."

  He smirked and shook his head. "You're a man, Charlie. You know that guys that are into women are all looking at your wife like that, right? She's fine."

  For some reason I hadn't really thought about it until he'd brought it up. The thought made me hard.

  "I have Will," I confessed. "I've thought of you fucking her. And it makes me hot as hell." I let him think on that for a second.

  "Alright," he said, leaning close after thinking about it for a moment. "That's fine Charlie. But what the fuck does Angie think?"

  "That's the thing, she's totally into it." I was getting more excited at him buying in.

  "She know about is then? You asking me this shit?" he asked.

  I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of my coffee. Putting the mug down, I answered, "not yet."

  Will rolled his eyes. "Oh shit."

  Chapter 13

  "Oh my fuck that was an annoying day!" Angie gasped, her shoulders heaving dramatically in despair. She threw her huge purse on the ground and it landed with a thud. She kicked off her shoes, not bothering to aim for the shoe tray. "Do we have anything to drink?"

  I let out a chuckle, sitting on the stairs, watching her performance.

  "What?" she snapped, scowling at me.

  "Nothing. You're just cute."

  She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Storming past me, she went into the kitchen. I heard the freezer door open, then I heard her rummaging for ice.

  "Fuck! We're out of ice!" she croaked. "Do we have any whisky?"

  I walked into the living room, picked up the two drinks I'd made and walked into the kitchen with them. I stood in the doorway until she noticed me.

  "Oh!" she chirped, her bad mood lifting at the sight of them. She grabbed one of the drinks I was holding, clinked her glass loudly against mine and took a healthy swig. I watched her body relaxing as the liquid worked its magic.

  "Couch? Massage?" I asked.

  She tilted her head and cracked a wide smile. "Why, yes!"

  Once we were settled, I took her feet in my hands, peeled off her socks and started pressing each toe between a finger and thumb. Once I'd counted through all of them, I began to work my thumb into the arch of her foot. She moaned and sank back into the couch.

  "Another long day, huh?" I asked.

  "Holy shit, was it ever." Some of the tension had left her voice. "It was Will's day off. It is just not the fucking same without him there."

  "I bet," I replied. My insides tightened a little at what I was about to say. For a moment, I had a second thought. There was still time to turn back. Still time to change my mind. An image of what she'd look like, pressed beneath him sprang to mind. I knew what I had to do.

  "So listen," I began, gathering some more courage from inside the glass.

  She sat up higher. "You got me a puppy?" Her eyes were shining with mischief. I hoped they would be still, after I'd told her what I had to say.

  "No..."

  "We're going on vacation!?!"

  "Not quite..."

  "Hmmm..." she furrowed her brow and put a finger to her lips. "You want to have a baby?"

  That one threw me for a loop. I must have looked more distracted than I felt.

  "Oh shit," she cried, setting down her drink and throwing her arms around my neck, "I'm sorry! I was just joking!"

  My heart started pounding. I hadn't expected her to be this playful. I shook off the shock of what she'd said, set down my own drink and pushed her away.

  "Don't kill me, okay?"

  Her expression clouded a little at hearing that. "Charlie? What did you do?"

  I took a deep breath. "I told Will I wanted to see him fuck you."

  I don't think I'd ever heard it that quiet in that living room before. Her eyes darted back and forth between mine, like one might reveal more than the other. I was pretty relieved when a smile slid across her lips, as small as it might have been.

  "You're joking." It wasn't a question. That was just Angie. She thought if she made a statement like that, it had a better chance of being true.

  "No."

  The smile left. Not just her lips but her eyes, too.

  "Charlie. You did not."

  I felt a smile tickling the corner of my mouth. She was getting pissed.

  Normally that would have had me quite concerned. Normally that would have had me scrambling to think of what to do. I let the smile crack on my lips.

  "Charlie. What in the fuck did you do that for?" There was a tremble in her voice now.

  "We talked about it, remember?"

  "Talked about it? We fucking had a little fantasy about it that we fucked to. We didn't fucking talk about it Charlie!" She waved her arms, sending the half-full glass of whisky flying across the room and smashing against the wall. "At no point did we talk about you telling fucking Charlie about any of this!!!"

  She was shrieking now and her eyes were wide and it was now or never.

  I leaned towards her, pressed my lips against her open mouth, holding her against the couch. I felt her hands on my chest, pushing back. I slid a hand under the tights she was wearing and slid it in between her legs. Her pussy was soaked.

  As soon as she felt my fingers in between the wet, messy lips of her cunt, she stopped fighting. Her legs spread open for me and her hips came up, willing my hand into her further.

  I obliged. I pushed two fingers into her sopping slit, found her hole and slipped them inside. They went in easily, wet as she was. I hooked them up and touched a spot I knew she loved.

  She moaned again, the sound of it echoing in my mouth. Now no matter what she said, I knew the truth. I took my fingers out of her and watched her face melt into anguish.

  "Taste it," I whispered. "Taste it how fucking wet you are for him."

  She opened her mouth and let her tongue hang out, desperate to do as she was told. I let my fingers settle on her tongue and watched her suck her own juices off of them. When she'd finished licking herself clean she looked up at me. Like she wanted more.

  I put my hand back down onto her tights and yanked them off her legs. Unbuttoning her tunic, I pulled her up, tugged it off, then I yanked the shirt underneath over her head. Her nipples were already hard. Leaning back down, I tasted both of them before making her sit on the couch. Kneeling next to her, I forced my fingers back into her cunt.

  Her back rose off the couch as soon as I curled my fingers up and touched the top of her insides. I knew we were going to make a mess but I didn't care. I wanted her ready for what I'd prepared. With my fingers still curled inside her, I started fucking her with my hand.

  She moaned and arched even higher up off the couch. I'd only done this a handful of times but every time it had made her come faster than the time before. By the way she was squeezing me with her cunt, I could tell she was getting ready to come.

  She squealed as I felt juices spill from her pussy onto my hand. I started fucking her harder. I pressed against her pelvis with my other hand, pushing her back down onto the couch. That brought her legs up, swaying on either side of her. I let one of them rest on my shoulder, watched her little white toes squirming against the pleasure building inside of her.

  "Oh...oh...oh!" she squealed, each note louder than the next. I jammed a third finger inside her and started pumping my hand into her even harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She cried the three words r
ight before I felt the final pressure in her cunt. I felt her liquids slam into my hand. Then I felt her bear down. I pulled myself out.

  Her eyes popped open as a torrent of clear liquid shot from her pussy, followed by another. Her body was bouncing on the couch and she reached a hand between her legs, her face desperate, found her clit and started to rub.

  I sat back and watched her orgasm squirt from inside her and all over the coffee table, dripping down onto the carpet. She managed to rub more pleasure out of her clit but as soon as juice stopped spurting from her middle, she collapsed, exhausted on the couch.

  I looked down at my shirt. She'd come on me a little bit, but I didn't care. This was it. I stood up, walked across the room to the armchair and sat down in it.

  She looked at me, panting and puzzled.

  I looked toward the hallway. She peered into the shadows. Will stepped into the room.

  Chapter 14

  There was a moment of terse silence as all three of us contemplated how to react. I was by this point sure of myself, sure of what I wanted. The unknown's were Will, but mostly Angie. I watched her intently, willing her to just give in to the situation. There was always the chance that she would freak out.

  Will glanced at me and I nodded. I was still sure this was exactly what I wanted. I just needed Angie to know it was what she wanted, too. He didn't wait. As soon as I gave him the go ahead, he pulled off his shirt.

  I saw Angie suck in a breath at the sight of those chiselled, black muscles being revealed. Her eyes wandered up and down his torso. I wondered how many times she'd dreamed of seeing him like that, how many times she'd fantasized that a moment like this would come. Had she ever done it with me inside her? The thought made me hard and I tugged at my buckle and took myself out.

  He didn't waste any time with the rest of his clothes. By the time I had my cock in hand, his pants were already off and he was walking over to her. From where I was sitting, I had the perfect view. A slight angle so I could see from the back or from the side.

  He didn't say anything at all. He just took her hand and pulled her up off the couch until she was on her knees. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he offered her his cock.

  She shot a shocked looked towards me. I wasn't sure what she was expecting to see. What she did see was me staring at the two of them, stiff cock in hand. I watched her chest heave, her body reacting to the sight. She looked back at Will and the meat he was giving her. Slowly, she put her palm on it, then wrapped her fingers around its thickness as best she could.

  He lurched a little at her touch, but not much. Not enough to get hard. I could tell she wasn't the kind of girl he was used to.

  "Come on baby, suck it!" Will dove in. For a moment I thought she was going to crush his balls. I thought I'd sent the poor man to his death.

  She held him like that, glaring up at him, bristling. Then her body seemed to sink into the occasion. She looked down and twisted her wrist, just enough to put the tip of his cock up to her mouth.

  A surge of heat rushed through me. I'd never seen anything so potent in all my life. My little, white firebrand of a boss on her knees in front of her big, black sous-chef, getting ready to take him in her mouth.

  I can't say I wasn't a little conflicted over what was happening. It seemed like this might change everything. Between us. Between her and Will. It seemed like the time to put a stop to it had come and gone, though.

  She pushed out her soft, pink tongue. I could see the glimmer of moisture on it. Will was looking down his cut, dark torso at her. She opened her mouth a little wider and let him slide inside.

  I started stroking my own cock. I had to be careful, though. It felt like I might come just watching them and I wanted a piece of her for myself.

  Will didn't waste any time getting into it. As soon as she had him in her mouth his hands drifted down to her cheeks. He was a young stud and he knew what he wanted. He wasn't afraid to just go ahead and take it, even if it was from his boss.

  She looked up at him as he held her in place and pushed his growing cock a little deeper into her mouth. I hadn't seen that expression before on her. Like she was challenging him. Like she was saying "that all you got?"

  I was completely hard now and I stopped rubbing myself for a moment, just in case things got out of hand and I couldn't stop.

  He let her off his cock. It was stiff already. It was thick and probably a good eight inches long but it was hard to tell because it kind of swept up in a curve.

  She had to stretch her whole body so she could reach it with her mouth. She looked amazing when she did that. Her ass made a nice round shelf behind her and her tits a nice one in front. Her nipples were tight and ready and she opened her mouth so he could stuff himself in again.

  Before he did, Will reached down and grabbed one, pinching it with a finger and a thumb. He pinched it so hard she gasped. When she looked up at him again, I thought she was going to tear his balls off.

  Will didn't blink. Taking her in hand again, he pressed towards her and muttered, "Get on there bitch!"

  I didn't know how far he could go with this act. Angie liked to play as much as the next girl, but mostly by her own rules. I worried I'd just cost him his job.

  She didn't flinch. Even when he reached down and pinched the other nipple, hardening it even more, she just whimpered then followed his hand as he guided her mouth onto his cock.

  I couldn't believe what I was watching her do.

  She kept her eyes looking up, on his as he sank that black snake into her throat. She came up a little higher, trying to accommodate the curve of it into her throat. That's when she had to stop looking at him. That's when she looked at me.

  That's the first time I ever saw my wife with a black man's cock in her mouth. I knew I was hooked. Her eyes smiled a little bit at me. She held him there for a second and let the head of his cock poke out the side of her cheek. I took myself in hand again and started to rub.

  With our little moment over, she turned her attention back to Will. As her head started bobbing up and down on his cock, she started twisting the shaft with her hand. She looked like a porn star, fluffing him for a scene.

  He stood there staring down at her. He was getting an eyeful, no doubt. Those big tits of hers were swaying from side to side, the nipples tight pink buds from where he'd pinched her. She was the picture of perfection. I had to stop stroking again.

  I guess it was a little too much for Will to take, too.

  With a grunt he pulled himself out of her mouth. The head of his cock made a popping noise as it passed her puckered lips.

  "Get up on the couch." It was an order.

  She scrambled up. I'd never seen her move like that. Like a slave, worried about upsetting her master. She was up and on the couch in a second, her ass pointed towards him, presenting. She looked back and her eyes were wide, full of wonder at what he was going to do.

  He eyed her ass for a second. Its pear shape tapering into creamy thighs. Her pussy was still dripping, probably as much from sucking his cock as it was from the orgasm I'd given her. He slapped her ass cheek with the palm of his hand, then pulled it aside, revealing even more wetness, pink flesh and finally her open hole.

  "That's a fine pussy, chef," Will said.

  She looked up at him. Her mouth dropped open. Mine did, too.

  For a second I thought it was all going to be over. I thought him saying that would break the whole thing. Then we all burst into laughter.

  Will kind of stood there, chuckling, the back of his hand covering his mouth. I saw Angie look at me and roll her eyes through a veil of giggles. I fell in love with her even more just then.

  Once he calmed down, Will didn't waste any time. Still holding her open he pushed a couple fingers inside her, the same way I had.

  She gasped and pressed her face against the back of the couch. He fucked her slowly with those fingers, like he was learning what her body needed. I could see him watching her as his hand moved inside
her cunt. Once he seemed satisfied, he pulled them out and fed them to her. She sucked on them hard, licking up every last drop of herself, staring at him the whole time.

  I thought he was going to push his cock inside her then, but he didn't. He put his fingers back into her and fucked her some more, until he had them good and wet again. I could hear the sticky sounds of her opening and closing around him.

  I watched him pull those big, black fingers out of her tight, white pussy slowly. He let out a little "mmm..." sound, savoring the sweet smell of her snatch. Then he dragged the tip of his middle finger slowly up the soft skin separating her two holes and let it rest on the tight, puckered flesh of her ass.

  She looked back at him as soon as she felt it there. "Will, no," she warned, scowling.

  I looked at him. He didn't give a fuck. "Angie, shutup," was all he said back, letting his lubricated finger glide into her ass up to the knuckle.

  We both gasped. I wouldn't call us sexually conservative but we'd just never done any of that back door stuff. Angie just hadn't really been game. I can't say it was my favorite thing either. But seeing it now, and hearing him say that was pretty damn hot.

  When I looked at her, though, she still didn't seem sure. He pushed in deeper, up to the next knuckle.

  "Ungh, fuck Will," she said through clenched teeth.

  "That's it," Will hummed, taking his cock in hand and guiding it towards her pussy. "You be takin' a lot more than that soon," he warned.

  She didn't have time to react. Before she could say anything else, he kissed her soaked pussy lips with the head of his cock and drove himself inside.

  I watched Angie's hands spread out as she braced herself against the couch. For a second I thought she was going to be able to take him. Then she reared up onto him like a mare in heat and I saw her eyes flutter and her mouth drop open.

  She was loving that thick, black cock inside her. She sank down onto him with a loud moan.

  He pulled the finger out of her ass and put one knee up on the couch. One hand snaked up her body, curving round and kneading her tit. The other, the one he'd had inside her, he pushed up to her nose.