Out of His League: A Hotwife Novel

by Max Sebastian

  But I guess I felt confused about the fact that she’d never come clean at the time about exactly what she’d done with Jason. Even covered it with her doctor-patient confidentiality stuff. Would I have been able to handle it? Would it have ended our relationship? I don’t know.

  I tried to relax. Tried to feel the positives. The strange excitement that came from knowing that Courtney might have done this kind of massage with Jason. Well, he wasn’t strictly a patient. A colleague, who she took on as a confidential patient.

  “Okay...” I heard Courtney’s voice, and found myself snapping out of my little daze. “Ready for your massage?”

  She followed Richards out of the shower, but with his back turned, she now came for her phone.

  She looked directly into the camera, flashed a knowing smile and blew a kiss at me. Then she took the phone from the bathroom sink and carried it with her out of the room. I was left in a little shock. She obviously knew I was watching then. That had been her intention.

  Actually, it was kind of hot that she knew. That she wanted me watching. That she liked me watching. I felt included, somehow. Involved.

  She was cheating on me, but in a way it wasn’t cheating. I knew about it, and in my own manner I’d consented to it.

  I don’t know. The dark part of me, the perverted part that had probably generated this fantasy in the first place, was kind of reveling in the thought that my wife was cheating on me.

  Or was she? How far was she going to take this massage? She’d gone over there to sleep with him, so she’d told me. He might believe she was there to continue his treatment, or he might not. Now I found myself praying that she was going to go the whole way, all the way round and back to home plate.

  I watched on the tiny iPhone screen as Courtney moved her phone to some kind of side table between the bed and the windows. I saw Richards lying there stretched out on the bed. He really was getting a massage.

  Courtney had her medical bag with her, it must have been in her car. She reached into it to retrieve something, something which turned out to be massage oil. Then she was up on the bed, kneeling beside him, facing the camera.

  I glanced up at our large TV screen, and realized I didn’t have to be peering into a tiny iPhone screen. Apple TV allowed me to click a little symbol on my phone, and choose to stream the live video straight through our 52-inch high-definition screen.

  I watched my naked wife pouring oil all over another man’s bare back, and it almost seemed like I was watching her in real size. It was a sharp, quality picture. I watched her kneel up to sweep her hands all over his body, spreading that oil all over his shoulders, his butt, his neck.

  Then I watched her lift one of her legs over his body and straddle him.

  “Mmm....” he moaned at the sensation of her smooth skin sliding over his, her thighs locking around his waist, her feet clamped against his thighs. He could probably feel her pussy pressing down on his butt.

  She poured more oil all over his back, and spread it past his shoulders and down over his biceps to his forearms, which were folded under his head.

  She massaged him a little, rubbing little circles over his muscles, her movement seeming assured, experienced.

  “God, that feels good...” he said.

  But then she was pouring massage oil all over her own body, down her front, rubbing it over her breasts, those seriously-stiff nipples, down her stomach, between her legs, over her thighs. All over her arms, too, and the parts of her back she could reach, all over her butt.

  She moved down to oil up the backs of his thighs, his calves, kneeling between his legs.

  Then she dived forward, over his body, her hands gliding up his back, her bare breasts grazing over his butt and lower back, and my beautiful wife was lying on top of him, straddling him again, this time using her own naked body to massage him all over.

  “God...” Richards moaned. “I don’t remember this in college.”

  “That’s where I learned it,” she giggled. “I just never did it with you.”

  “Now I’m jealous.”

  She laughed. “I never did it with you ‘cause I could never pass up that big cock of yours for long enough.”

  Wow. She really knew what she was doing. She pulled her whole body up his back so far she could massage his shoulders with her thighs. Then she’d sink down to stroke her breasts all over the backs of his legs. Someone needed a lot of practice to do it like this.

  She seemed to use every inch of her naked form to massage him, from her feet up to her breasts, her hands, her cheeks. And I could see with my own eyes she was rubbing her pussy all over him.

  “You do this with John?”

  Again, she merely laughed. “Now you’re sounding like a cuckold...”

  She turned over, and lay on him on her back, massaging him with her shoulders, her back, her butt. Her gorgeous body glistening with massage oil as she writhed over him, her trim muscles quivering as she moved, her breasts prim on her chest, her nipples impossibly hard.

  I watched her with my dick in my hands and my heart was beating nineteen to the dozen. I watched her flip onto her front again, moving up to rub his upper back between her thighs, and the way she gyrated her hips made me think of a high-class stripper moving around a pole. Was she going to fuck him?

  I felt so burning hot inside. I watched her lift one leg higher up his body than the other, and I could actually see her waxed pussy dripping with oil, caressing his upper thigh, his butt.

  “You did this with Jason, didn’t you?”

  “Uh-huh.” She didn’t even try to deny it.

  She pulled herself off him, and had him turn over onto his back, where she could pour even more massage oil all over his body, all over those big pecs, the six-pack, the buff biceps, his muscular thighs. Oh, and all over that big lolling dick of his.

  She kneaded his muscles in her hands, seemed most professional in how she was doing it. Spreading out that oil, working the tension, the stress out of his chest, his arms, his legs.

  “Feels good?”

  “Uh-huh,” he replied. “You gonna tell your husband about all this?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  I was damn near panting as I watched her take his big oily cock in her hands and begin working on that just as though it was simply another one of his muscles that needed its tension released.

  “What... happened... to... my... patient... confidentiality?” Richards groaned as she pumped his shaft.

  “I told you, didn’t I? Technically...”

  “But you have been treating me.”

  “Well, all that goes out the window as soon as we cross the line,” she said, and I could see she was rubbing her pussy gently against one of his shins.

  “The line?”

  She grinned up at him. “When you become my lover.”

  She ducked down to run her tongue up along the length of his huge cock, from base to tip. My heartbeat almost seemed to slow, and to me it seemed almost as though time itself was grinding to a halt.

  I heard him moaning, and I saw her pulling herself up his oil-saturated body, and now she was straddling his hips, and I saw his cock stroked by my wife’s bare pussy.

  For a moment or two, I almost believed she would go no further. She would continue sliding her pussy lips over his shaft, teasing him, but still technically massaging him. Not quite cheating.

  Then I saw her hand disappear between her thighs, repositioning him. She lifted her body, and kept it in such a position that I could see her sink down on his glistening shaft, I could see that huge thing disappearing into her.

  Courtney was fucking another man. My gorgeous wife was now unfaithful. She was cheating on me.

  “Oh Jesus, Court...” Richards grunted as she began to move on him.

  My wife glanced briefly to the side and flashed me another mischievous smile. Knowing what she was doing, knowing I was sitting there riveted to the sight of her cheating on me. The way they were lying there on the bed, the way she had
herself straddling him, she knew I could see everything. I could see him entering her, thrusting into her, I could see her pussy lips massaging his big dick.

  “I take it... you didn’t... go this far... with Jason?” Richards said, panting.

  “Nope,” she said emphatically, and I believed her. I felt relieved, even though in many respects my paranoia at the time was now vindicated to a degree.

  “Oh fucking God...”

  I watched him holding her, his big hands closing around her waist, his powerful body moving under her as he thrust up and inside her. Listening to her moans, her sighs, her gasps, seeing the anguished look of pure pleasure on her face—I loved watching my wife enjoying herself.

  “Oh... oh... oh... Harry...”

  When you peeled away the paranoia, the fear, the jealousy—and suppressed them, ignored them if you really could—there was just powerful arousal remaining. Someone who had committed herself to me, had given up one of her biggest temptations for me, was now finding absolute pleasure because I was allowing it.

  And yet now, I don’t think I would feel so bad if she did cheat on me. She’d just have to know how much pleasure I could give her when she came back to me, when she came clean and told me everything.

  “You... gonna tell... your husband... about this?” Harry asked her, now withdrawing his huge, soaking dick from her to stroke over her buttocks, over her pussy lips. Making me wonder at how my Courtney managed to even fit that giant thing inside her.

  “Oh yeah...” she said, and now looked directly over toward her phone and the camera again—directly at me, it seemed. Her eyes smoldering, her mouth open, imparting to me just how much pleasure she was getting.

  “I’m gonna tell him all about your big dick...”

  “Yeah...”

  “And how you squeezed it into me... how full I felt when you were inside me... how you stretched me...”

  “God, you’re so tight, babe.”

  “I’m gonna tell him... how hard I fucked you...” she panted as she rocked herself back and forth over him, circling her hips over him, bouncing her butt over him to slam his cock into her time and time again.

  “Oh yeah... yeah... yeah... oh my God...”

  She leaned over him and kissed his mouth, and despite the fact she had his manhood inside her, I think it was the first time I saw her kissing him. It felt more jarring to me even than the sight of his big cock stretching her pussy.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she said, smiling broadly as she kissed him.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, right now.”

  “This doesn’t seem much like a massage any more,” he joked as she lifted herself off his body, and he moved out of her way so she could present herself on all fours for him, poised for him to take her from behind.

  Kneeling up behind her, once again it seemed to me his hard cock was impossibly large—and yet he slipped the tip inside her, grabbed her hips and eased the rest in, inch by inch, and she took it all.

  “Oh... oh... yes... oh God... yes...”

  “You love it... you love it...”

  “Oh God... I’m cheating on him... I’m cheating on my husband...”

  “You can’t... resist it...”

  “I’m cheating... with your great... big... dick...”

  Clutching the pillows, Courtney gasped and moaned as he thrust into her. Richards grabbed her by the waist and pounded into her, grunting and groaning as he fucked my wife.

  “Oh... God, your cock feels so good...”

  “Oh yeah... oh yeah...”

  “I want you to come... I want you to come...”

  Jesus. She said that, and I suddenly realized there was no condom here. I guess with all the massage oil it wouldn’t have been safe anyway, but Harry Richards was fucking my wife bareback, his enormous cock plunging into her hot pussy without any kind of barrier...

  And now she was saying over and over, “I want you to come... I want you to come...”

  She squirmed under him, managed to turn onto her back without Richards moving, facilitated by the fact that her entire body was coated in oil.

  He held her legs apart and eased up to her again, stroked his hard cock all over her pussy—but this time Courtney grabbed hold of his shaft with both hands and started jacking him.

  “You’re gonna come for me...” she was telling him, and Richards was tilting his head back and groaning, letting her do as she pleased with him. “You’re gonna come all over this bad girl...”

  The big man was grunting, almost roaring, as my wife squeezed his huge cock in both hands.

  “Give it to me... give it to me...”

  It seemed almost surreal, watching my wife with that thing in her hands, that huge obscene thing glistening with her juices, throbbing and bolting and bucking as her fingers virtually throttled it.

  And with an enormous grunt, the man was firing off thick white cream all over her breasts, her stomach, her pussy.

  “Mmmm...” Courtney was moaning as he spurted all over her smooth skin, and it finally slowed to a dribble all over her fingers.

  Richards just held himself there, panting and gasping for breath. Courtney gazed up at him, amused, turned on—but did he make her come? I guess he must have.

  She turned her head, glanced over at me again and gave me an ear-to-ear smile. Brought her fingers up to her mouth to taste this other man’s come.

  “Mmmm....” she moaned again.

  Richards pulled up from her, then collapsed on the bed beside her. Was she going to spend all night with him? I was so buzzed, so completely high, but I wanted her so badly. It felt so unfair to think that she might switch off the video feed and stay with him, and I wouldn’t see her again until morning.

  I’d even held out from coming myself in the hope that she would be coming back to me.

  Courtney got up from the bed, and walked toward her phone, toward the camera. I could see her body almost shimmering in the oil, and her lover’s come spattered all over her heavenly body.

  “What’s that?” Richards asked her, not really caring, but not really having much else to say.

  She reached for her phone. “My iPhone.”

  “Your phone?” Now she had his interest again.

  “Uh-huh.” She held her phone up to her face, smiled at me with real love and affection. “He’s been watching us through it.”

  Richards coughed, and laughed, but he didn’t seem angry at her. “Seriously?”

  She smirked at him. “I told you he was different, didn’t I?”

  “Fuck.”

  She smiled radiantly into the camera again. “I love you, honey. I’m sorry things have been so... confused... recently...”

  “I love you too...” I said back at my phone, but she didn’t react.

  “I hope you enjoyed what you saw, honey...” she said, and I got the impression from her that this Skype call was one-way video, she wasn’t hearing back from me.

  Courtney climbed back onto the bed, lying next to Richards, her head propped up on the pillow. I had a wonderful view of her as she held her phone right between her thighs, so I could stare up at her, a full close-up of her adulterous pussy right there up front.

  “You still love me?” she asked, though in an amused tone that did not doubt for a second that I did. “Does it turn you on to see me actually cheat on you? You still want me? I have his come all over me...”

  And she was gently rubbing his come into her skin.

  Beside her, Harry Richards snorted. “Seriously?” he said. Then he told her, “Turn it off, babe. Come on. I’ll be ready to go again in a minute or two.”

  Courtney laughed. “God, no. That’s all you get tonight, Harry.”

  “Seriously? Babe, you can’t resist this...”

  I could hear him patting his huge cock, trying to get himself hard again as quickly as possible.

  But Courtney just smiled into the camera. Said to him, “Do you know what the hottest sex I’ve ever had was?”

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sp; “Hmmph?”

  “Fucking my husband when he believes I’ve been a really, really naughty girl.”

  Chapter 15

  I actually took a shower after that, lukewarm-going-on-cold, just to clear my head. It sort of worked, although my erection never fully subsided, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Harry’s cock plunging into my wife’s wet pussy.

  She’d done it. She’d really, actually, done it. I searched my emotional state for signs of jealousy or anger or resentment. I found none, save for the tiny nugget that was Jason and whatever she’d done with him—and even that mostly just sent blood racing back to my cock.

  I dragged myself from the shower, toweled off, but didn’t bother with clothes. There was no mystery as to what came next. Instead, I grabbed some candles, setting them about the bedroom, and loaded some Gypsy Kings on the jambox. Crawling into bed naked, I only had to wait for a couple minutes before I heard Courtney at the front door.

  She called out, “Hello?”

  “In here.” The buzz was back, along with a cock so hard it hurt. My heart raced. My skin tingled. I held my breath and waited for her to make her way into the room.

  The door slowly swung open and in stepped my wife, back from her lover, and looking as tentative and nervous as I felt.

  She held her head low and looked up at me shyly. “Hi,” she said, tucking a strand of dark hair over her ear. Was this really the same woman I’d just witnessed tell another man how good his big dick felt inside of her?

  She still wore her coat, but had no stockings beneath. She still wore her shoes, tall with slender heels that I should have noticed as she left, but was too distracted at the time.

  “Did that really happen?” I said, my voice croaking.

  Courtney looked at me with an intensity that I will long remember. I saw worry there, anxiety, but also...daring. “Yes,” she said quietly. “It definitely happened.”