by Lainey Fox
As he thought this, Doug wandered into the bedroom and noticed that Laura was packing.
Frowning, he asked: “Why are you packing.”
Laura looked up, and shrugged.
“Andre invited me to a weekend dinner away. I thought I should go, it sounds like fun.”
Doug was puzzled but didn’t have time to contemplate as the doorbell rang. He opened the door and found Andre standing there with his bags. For the first time Doug felt like he had to say something. He didn’t want to upset Andre, but he couldn’t just let Andre take Laura. Doug started to speak but Andre walked past him and ahead straight to the bedroom. Doug followed Andre, as he usually did.
Andre greeted Laura with a kiss, and looked at Doug. Andre looked at him and then glanced around the room.
“Why aren’t you packing?” Andre asked.
Doug was stunned and couldn’t find words. Laura instead answered for him.
“Oh!” She said. “This must be my fault. You had only mentioned my name when making the invitation.”
Andre laughed and patted the bewildered Doug on the shoulder.
“I apologize for the confusion,” Andre said smiling. “I assumed an invite to you automatically extended to your husband. He is always welcome to tag along and watch.”
Doug smiled and began searching the room for a suitcase.
“Speaking of…” Andre said smiling to Laura.
Doug’s boss needed say no more. Laura pulled up her skirt revealing she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She bent over her and Doug’s bed and Andre fucked Laura as Doug dutifully packed for their trip.
Her Husband Watches:
The Arrangement
Book 1 of Her Husband Watches: The Arrangement
By Lainey Fox
Copyright © 2015 by Laney 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.
Their Arrangement
Mark had been spending most of his waking hours working on the same project for the past week. With all the effort he had put in, his hopes of meeting the deadline for submission were much higher.
“Time for a break,” Mark told himself as he glanced through the remaining unedited papers.
With a sigh and a stretch Mark shut his Laptop then placed his round glasses on the lid. He exited his home office, and headed straight to find his beloved wife. He hadn’t set his eyes on her since they had lunch. He found her in the kitchen. For over a minute he stood behind Tina, admiring her hourglass figure as she washed the dishes. Her short white dress with pink spots revealed her ample thighs and sexy round ass. Mark’s eyes roamed over her body, desperate to grab and squeeze. Thoughts of how they first met flashed through his mind; how he almost lost her because he was white. Her family initially hadn’t approved, but they eventually came around. Tina was the definition of hot, black, and beautiful; everything about her was perfect.
She didn’t notice Mark’s presence until he suddenly grabbed her waist; a plate slipped from her grasp.
“Mark, are you through with those pile of papers yet?” Tina glanced back at her husband, whose hand was already all over her ass. She continued washing.
Mark pulled her close and pressed his body against hers. She had no choice than to stop what she was doing. Tina placed her head on Mark’s chest as he ran his hands all over her body; the scent of her hair aroused him even more.
“Stop… I’m busy,” she cooed but her voice betrayed her desire.
Mark couldn’t believe his luck; his wife was responding to his touch after two weeks of resisting him. He placed his hands under her dress, exposing her ass and back as he made his way to her breasts. Mark squeezed both nipples and Tina pushed herself against him in pleasure. His erect cock found its way between her cheeks, even though he still had his shorts on. He continued his tender touches on her breast; squeezing and pulling. She moved her hips left to right, breathing audibly, grinding on him. Tina pulled his hands down from her breast. She turned, and stared into his eyes as she removed the straps of her dress.
“Take it slow Mark,” she told him before pulling him close and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
Marks smiled and Tina guided his head to her breast. Her dress dropped to the floor; leaving only had her transparent g-string on. She rested on the kitchen sink as Mark worked his magic on her tits with his mouth. With every passionate suck and lick, she called out his name, running her hand through his hair. Mark left her nipples hard and wet. He kissed his way down to her stomach to her pussy. He could see how wet she was through the thin patch of fabric. Gently, he rubbed his finger up and down ensuring it stayed between her pussy lips. She held his hand, desperately trying to control its pace as it slid up and down between her slit. Tina was lost, her eyes were closed; her breathing got faster and faster.
Mark felt he had pleasured her enough. He pulled down her underwear, stood up, gave her a deep kiss and made her turn and bend over. He flung his t-shirt behind him, and pulled down his shorts. Slowly, he entered her. The warmth of her pussy surrounded his dick. Looking up and closing his eyes, Mark slowly let his dick slide deep in and out.
Tina whispered, “Wait… Mark.”
She placed both hands on the edge of the sink, and spread her legs a little wider. Mark immediately continued his thrusts, but faster. But he didn’t want to go too fast; he didn’t want to cum too early. Tina backed up into every penetration while turning to look into her lovers eyes. Mark was getting to the point of no return. He didn’t want to so soon, but he couldn’t control himself. He fucked Tina faster; the wet sounds of their bodies crashing into each other echoed through the kitchen. His body movement got rougher and rougher, his shorts dropped from his knee. Tina tried to pull away and coax her husband into slowing down.
“Mark…” she pleaded.
Her words did no good. Mark was too close to stop. With a final thrust his cock pulsed with pleasure. He shot every drop of his load inside her pussy. After his quick orgasm, he let his dick slip out of her sex, and collapsed on her back.
Tin sighed. “Already?”
With a shrug, Tina made her husband get off her back. She pulled up her panties, picked up her dress and disappear into the bathroom. Mark was still trying to get himself together when he saw her return to continue washing the dishes. He knew she was pissed-off because she wasn’t satisfied. But he had learnt to live with her mood change after sex. He also knew that it wasn’t going to last; there was a solution that always covered his shortcomings.
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Mark returned to his home office to continue working on the project. He was beaming and full of energy, Mark couldn’t think of a better way of taking a break. The next few hours were a flurry of paperwork and creativity. Mark hummed through his work, able to commit his full attention to it. His concentration was only broke when Tina walked into his office wearing a spaghetti strap top and a pair of denim shorts. Her side braid swung as she swayed her hips with every step. Tina reached the only table in the room, and rested both hands on it, looking down at an exhausted Mark.
“I have an appointment for eight, would you like to come?” She asked.
He agreed immediately; he knew what she was up to. And he knew the rules too: no questions. Mark left Tina in the room, and quickly went to change his clothes.
As Tina backed out of their parking spot, Mark started to think of Eric, Tina’s lover. He remembered Tina’s wild encounter with Eric few weeks before. He reminisced on how he was totally ignored as Eric penetrated his wife from different angles on the couch. Mark squeezed his dick which was already gett
ing hard because of his thoughts. Then he switched to thinking of what Tina was up to for the night, because Eric (the man who could make Tina scream in pleasure) was out of town.
“Who can it be?” Mark though. “Is he back already?”
Breaking Tina’s rules was the least thing Mark wanted to do, so he decided to talk about how far he had gotten on his project. Tina showed less interest in what he saying, instead, she hummed to the song that was playing on the radio.
After driving through the streets of the city he knew very well, she pulled up in front of a familiar restaurant. Tina was out of the car even before Mark could ask any question; he started to contemplate whether he should wait in the car or follow her.
A New Friend
Mark entered Freetza Bar, which was in full swing. People meandered about different directions. Some chatted quietly while holding their drinks while others were dancing to the loud music. He tried to spot Tina amidst the crowd, but ladies in similar outfits kept confusing him. Mark sat on a stool, and decided to keep his eyes on the exit.
“This place has changed so much,” Mark reminisced to himself.
When Mark was much younger, a week hardly passed without him visiting Freetza Bar. He stared at the exit in a daze of nostalgia when his phone vibrated. Mark shook the cloud from his head and pulled his phone from his jeans pocket. He adjusted his glasses as he looked at the screen. Tina had sent him a text message.
“When you enter, turn right and walk straight, you will find me.”
He was already inside, contrary to Tina’s assumption. From where he was seated, and according to Tina’s description, he had to turn left. Mark stood up and made his way through the crowd which eventually thinned out as he went further through the hall. The section he got to had more chairs than where he was previously seated, and the lightening was dimmer. He felt someone grab his hand; he turned and saw Tina seated by a man he didn’t recognize. Mark sat opposite them. He smiled to himself know that his wife had gotten a new catch. When and how, that he couldn’t figure out.
“Meet my friend, Kevin,” Tina spoke with a high tone because of the loud music.
She likewise introduced Mark to the young white man with long stringy hair. Kevin, who just lit a cigarette, extended his hand to shake him.
“I’m Mark.”
Kevin and Tina continued talking immediately after the introduction. Mark couldn’t hear a single word of their discussion, but watched as her hands were all over him. She stroked his hair, adjusted his shirt collar, and when they laughed, she placed her hand his chest. They seemed to have known each other for some time. Mark decided to concentrate on his phone as his wife flirted with a young man who was likely ten years younger than him. Mark grew bored as the minutes passed and he stood up and left for the rest room; leaving Tina and Kevin who were already at another phase of flirting with each other. Gently, he walked through the crowded part of the bar, past where he was previously seated, and took the right turn to the restroom. He still remembered the bar very well even though it had been over 11 years since he last patronized it. The corridor that led to the restroom was the secret, bad corner of the bar. Here one could find people in various stages of fondling, fucking, smoking and injecting of different kinds of mixtures. Mark saw at least one of each happening; except for a quickie. He entered the restroom, joining two other men inside. He unzipped his jeans, and aimed at the urinal, refusing to contribute to the liquid that was gathering on the floor.
Tina had placed her leg on Kevin’s lap by the time Mark returned and Kevin was resting his hand on it. As Mark took his seat, he stared at the lap--hand setup properly, and noticed that Kevin’s was actually rubbing his wife thighs slowly. Tina signaled to Mark to come closer, and he knelt forward.
“We will be leaving soon,” she teased Mark a little by gently touching his chin, and turned back to Kevin.
She pulled Kevin’s face close, and gave him a deep kiss. Tina looked at Mark in a spiteful way and continued kissing Kevin. Mark loved what his wife was doing. Their tongues battled for supremacy as Mark watched on. He wished he could get up to see where Kevin’s hand was. Was it still on her laps, or already finding its way somewhere else? He got an answer immediately as Kevin raised his hand and place it on Tina’s chest. She removed Kevin’s hand and placed it back down between her legs. Mark got restless and inquisitive again. For a moment, looking under the table seemed like a perfect idea.
“Has he unzipped her shorts already? Is he just rubbing her pussy through her shorts? What is his hand doing down there?” Mark wondered.
Kevin and Tina abruptly stopped kissing. Tina laughed at what she just had with Kevin, before removing her leg from his lap and sitting properly. Kevin remained calm and in control. He sipped his drink a little, and lighted another stick. Disappointed in the lack of action progressing, Mark decided to use his phone to pass time again. He touched his pocket, and noticed his phone was missing. He got up and looked on his chair, and it was nowhere to be found.
“My phone is missing,” he told Tina as she was about to ask what he was looking for.
Thinking back, Mark remembered he put it his pocket just before entering the restroom. He quickly headed for the part of the corridor where he suspected it had dropped. Just a few feet away from the door of the restroom, Mark recognized three men who were still standing exactly where he saw them earlier. Their red colored jackets assured him that he wasn’t mistaking them. He approached them; the tallest and only black man among them noticed him approaching and said something to the remaining two. They turned to look at him and seemed uncomfortable.
“Hello,” Mark started. “Did you see any phone on the floor around here?”
They seemed relieved after hearing his question.
“So, it was you who dropped the phone? Roddy picked it up.”
The talk black guy with deep voice looked at the other two for confirmation of what he just said. The shook their heads in affirmation.
“Just walk straight down, when you get outside, ask for Roddy and explain.”
It was the first time he was ever going to walk past the door of the restroom. He walked swiftly and came upon a door that led outside. He busted out to the small space which separated Freetza Bar from another building. The sound of music from the bar was now in a distance. The small space was just an extension of the corridor; the same dark activities were taking place there. He bent down to talk to a guy who sat alone, blowing thick smoke into the cool night air.
“Please, I’m looking for Roddy,” Mark said to him.
The guy looked at him for few seconds, like he was trying to make sense of what Mark just said. Then he looked around, and pointed to a guy who had a girl sitting on his lap.
“Thank you.”
Approaching the man indicated, Mark addressed him. “Please, are you Roddy?”
They all turned to look at a Mark.
“Yes, and you are?” Roddy’s voice sounded more feminine than masculine. He was Caucasian, and wore a big gold chain around his neck.
“I lost my phone few minutes ago,” Mark explained. “And someone directed me to you.”
“Color?” Roddy’s question confused Mark a bit, but he quickly figured out what Roddy was asking.
“White,” Mark responded.
“You are lucky I found it first. Any other dude would have sold it by now.”
Roddy dipped his hand inside his pocket and brought out the phone.
“20 bucks for my kindness and effort,” Roddy stretched out his right hand to receive his reward.
Mark knew it was wise to offer the reward without complaint. He handed over the only dollar bill in his pocket, which was 20; exactly what Roddy requested. Roddy smiled and handed over the phone. Mark thanked him and tucked his phone in his pocket properly before heading back to his wife and her young lover.
A Visitor
Neither Tina nor Kevin were to be found where Mark last left them. He decided to go and check for them outside while
carefully looking around as he left the bar. He finally found Tina resting on the trunk of their car; Kevin was nowhere to be found.
“Did you find it?” Tina asked her husband.
“Yes, I mistakenly dropped it I guess. A guy named Roddy found it, and returned it.”
“Roddy?” Tina questioned. “Did he have a light voice?”
“Yes, he wore a big gold chain. Do you know him?” Mark questioned back as they entered the car.
“I met him today; he is a friend of Kevin.”
