Out of His League: A Hotwife Novel

by Max Sebastian

  She pulled her coat off, shrugging it off her shoulders. Beneath, she was nude, her paper white skin still glossy from all the oil she’d covered herself in. In the candlelight, she looked like the centerfold of a Playboy Playmate pictorial made flesh. Her pert tits rose and fell with shallow breaths, drawing my eyes to her hard nipples. Lower, her flat stomach, her narrow hips, her waxed mound and the way her pussy was swollen and red from sex.

  “You’re so sexy,” I said without thinking. “How did I end up with someone so fucking hot?”

  “You were yourself,” she said, taking a tentative step in my direction. “And if anyone should be pinching themselves, it’s me.”

  “How do you figure that?” I asked.

  She climbed up onto the bed, the scent of oil mixed with the soapy hint of another man’s come. My breath caught. I glanced up at her.

  “How many men do you think would be okay with what I just did?”

  “Uhh... I have no idea.”

  She smiled. “Right, exactly.” She crawled up beside me, pulling the blanket away from my body as she did so. Wrapping her hand around my steely erection, she gave it a few strokes, as if confirming that I really was into it. “You’re so hard!”

  “Your fault.”

  “Let me apologize,” she said, lowering her head down to take me into her mouth.

  “Uhhh... Court, be careful, I’m so close,” I groaned.

  She pulled off of me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “You didn’t come yet?”

  “No,” I said tightly. “I wanted to wait.”

  She flashed her eyes up at me, then said, “Wait’s over.”

  She went right back to my cock, determined and undeterred by the imminence of my orgasm. I didn’t bother trying to stop her, just flattened myself onto the bed, shut my eyes, and let her tongue and lips work their magic. In that swimming darkness, I replayed the night yet again—the shower, the full-body massage, the way she’d kissed another man then told him that she wanted to fuck him.

  And then another thing occurred to me—Jason. She hadn’t fucked him, but she hadn’t been totally honest with me, either. What had she done with him? Had she fooled around with him? Gotten naked with him? Gone down on him?!

  “Oh, fuck, Court... I’m... I’m—”

  My climax sliced through my warning, cutting me off as I thrust my hips against her and buried my cock into her throat. Courtney gagged, pulled back enough to hold the tip on her mouth, and swallowed my load.

  Once drained, she didn’t fully release me. Her hands were still slippery with oil and saliva, and she fondled my softening shaft. She looked up at me, a serious expression descending. “Okay, so now that we got that out, tell me how you really feel.”

  With my orgasm, the fever of the night cooled just enough for all the old insecurities to come creeping back in. My wife had gone off and fucked another man—a stronger, fitter, more endowed man than I was—and based on what I’d heard, she’d loved every moment of it. More than that, she’d missed doing that. So the real question, now that the deed was done, was how did I really feel about it?

  “Did you have fun?” I asked.

  “You’re dodging,” Courtney said. “You know I did.”

  “Do you love him?”

  She screwed her face up and shook her head. “No. God no. Harry isn’t the kind of guy you fall for. You are.”

  She was telling the truth. She’d always been telling me the truth, I realized, even if her version of the truth wasn’t exactly the same as mine. She loved me, she was my partner, even if she went off and fucked other men. Even if she craved fucking other men.

  I began to harden once again, coaxed by her slippery fingers. “What are you thinking about?” Courtney asked.

  “Just that I’m glad that I know this side of you is all.”

  She raised a brow. “Just ‘glad,’ huh?”

  “You’re beautiful. More than that.” She began to protest, but I held up my hand. “I’m just being honest here, not trying to flatter. You know you are, and you know that I’ve struggled with that in the past.”

  “You don’t have to, you know.”

  I did now—more now than ever, as strange as that was. “I do, but I still struggled. You have no idea what it’s like to go through life, knowing how I married someone so out-of-my-league, and worried that one day, someone would steal you away.”

  “And you know that it doesn’t work like that, right? I’m not a vase or something sitting on your mantle that anyone can run off with. It’s what made me fall in love with you so hard. You treated me like a person. You saw me as more than just a pretty pair of eyes.”

  I bit my lip. “I do. And every day I’m with you, I see more and more of who you really are. That’s what I’m thinking of. That’s what gets me excited. Why I’m getting hard again right now.”

  Courtney giggled, stroking me slowly as I stood up in her hand.

  I said, “Watching you tonight was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Watching you...fuck Harry. Watching you come—”

  “Actually, I didn’t come.”

  “Really?”

  Courtney shook her head. “Maybe I was saving myself, too.”

  “You know you don’t have to do that,” I said.

  With a twinkle in her eye, she said, “Next time, I’ll remember that.”

  It was the exact right thing to say in the moment. I pulled her up to me and rolled her onto her back. “Next time, huh?”

  She looked shy. “Depends on if you really are okay with it.”

  I kissed her, softly at first before pushing my tongue past her lips. I tasted the traces of my come—and maybe Harry’s? Mostly, though, she tasted the same as she always did, warm and slightly sweet.

  “I’m okay with it,” I said before moving my lips down her neck. She gasped, reaching between my legs to grasp my cock.

  “I want you inside of me.”

  “Soon, honey,” I promised, kissing lower. I traced her nipples with my tongue, flicking the hard eraser tip. She gasped. “First, tell me what really happened with Jason.”

  Courtney stiffened. “I... was honest when I told Harry.”

  I nibbled on her breast, putting enough pressure to draw a gasp. “I want specifics, honey. I want the truth.”

  “I never cheated on you.”

  “You never fucked him. But don’t pretend that you were innocent.” I heard the aggravation rise in my voice, but it wasn’t at what she may or may not have done, but in the fact that she kept dodging the confession. “Courtney, we’re in a different place now, and I’m pretty sure if Jason came back into your life, you wouldn’t do anything with him at all.”

  “I wouldn’t,” she said adamantly.

  “Right, but I want to know what happened back then. It’s time to put it all in the open.”

  I kissed the bottom slope of her breast as I moved down her body, still coated in a sheen of oil, sweat, and come. Sliding my fingers along her flat stomach, I moved them in between her legs and across her bald mound. Her clit was swollen, her pussy lips engorged.

  “Tell me everything.”

  “I still hate—ahhh...” She groaned as I plunged two fingers into her. “I still hate that I did that. Even now, when I think back on it, I’m so...” She bit her lips, working through the slow penetration of my fingers. “I’m so ashamed. To my core. If I could erase one thing in my life, that would be... that would be it.”

  I moved in between her legs, spreading them open as I spread out in front of her. I stared at her pussy, beautiful and blooming and so wet. Another man had been here. More would be here in the future. My heart sang at the thought.

  “He’d gone through a bad divorce. He’d come to me, as a friend, asking for a prescription for some pills to help with his anxiety. I offered a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen instead.”

  “Had you two ever been together before?” I asked.

  Courtney shook her head. “No. He’d always been in a
relationship. There’d always been this attraction between us, though, but we’d never acted on it.”

  “Until then.”

  Courtney bit her lip.

  “It’s okay. Tell me. I want to hear it.” I dipped my head down between her legs, sliding my hand up to work her clit as I lapped at her smooth gash.

  Courtney steadied her breath, her eyes closing under the onslaught of pleasure. “It happened one night when you weren’t around. He called me. He was upset. Apparently he’d seen his wife out with someone else, so I... invited him over.”

  “Did you know what was going to happen?”

  She grimaced. She did. She didn’t need to say it. “I’m sorry. I...I loved you, but I also felt the old temptations coming back. He came over, I offered to give him a massage.”

  I swirled my tongue up across her clit, teasing it from its hood as my fingers pressed back inside her once again. I was living out her narrative—without jealousy or anger or frustration. All I felt was the sticky heat of arousal and eroticism.

  “One thing led to another, and before we knew it...” She mewed. “That feels so good, baby...”

  “Before you knew what?” I prompted, drawing my tongue away. She groaned in frustration, lifting her butt off the bed. “Tell me, baby. What did you do with Jason?”

  “Before we knew it, we were both naked in bed. I... I...”

  The pressure built around me. My heart rattled against my ribs. “What?”

  She looked down at me, bashful, chewing on her lower lips, uncertain how to answer. “I was naughty.”

  “What did you do?”

  “You really want to know?” It was at that question that I realized she was playing with me. She was a smart one. She knew what this confession was doing to me.

  “Tell me.”

  She licked her lips. “I sucked his cock.”

  I gasped.

  “I sucked his cock until he exploded in my mouth. It was so bad. So, so bad.”

  “And that’s why you did it,” I prompted.

  “Uh huh.”

  “And then?”

  “He went down on me. He made me scream, too.”

  I heard the challenge. Adding a third finger to her pussy, I went back to her clit, closing my mouth around her slippery mound as I worked the flat of my tongue again and again against her button.

  “Uhhh, yes, baby. Just like that. That’s exactly how Jason ate my pussy.” She moaned, losing herself for a moment. “I think he even got four fingers inside of—ohhhh!”

  I added a fourth, splitting her open beyond what I was comfortable with. She accommodated me, amazingly, loosened and primed by Harry’s thickness, no doubt, and heated up by this stroll down memory lane.

  “Did he fuck you?” I asked, giving my jaw time to rest. “You can tell me the truth, Court. I’m good.”

  “AH!” She moaned sharply, arching back, on the brink of a climax.

  “Did he? Did you cross that line?”

  “I... I...”

  My cock was so hard. My whole body so tense.

  “A part of me wanted to so badly. He crawled over me, our bodies sliding together with all that oil, you know. I felt his cock—hard, big, tempting—glide up the inside of my thighs.” Her eyes were shut hard. She was there, in the moment. “I felt him against my pussy. I reached down, ready to place it in me. Ready to feel him deep inside of me.”

  “But?”

  But she was lost to her climax. Wrapping her legs around my head, she squeezed me as her narrative broke down into a guttural scream. She pressed her cunt against my mouth, dug her hands into the bed, and rode my face with her hairless mound. I weathered the storm, lashing out when I could, fingering her until she could take it no longer. Pushing me away, she collapsed into the bed again and let out a big sigh of release.

  I crawled up beside her once again, my hand tracing her shivering body. She released a gasping laugh and pushed my hand away. “Too much.”

  I respected that, flopping down beside her with my head propped up on my elbow. “You didn’t finish your story.”

  She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes and nodded. “I almost...cheated. I came so, so close, and honestly, if I had, I don’t think we’d still be here today.”

  “So what stopped you?”

  “You. Or the thought of you. I’d been in denial of my feelings for you, but in those final, weak moments with Jason, you popped into my head, smiling that goofy smile of yours.”

  “I don’t have a goofy smile,” I said.

  She laughed. “There it is! And I saw that and I thought, ‘What are you doing, Courtney?’ It was like I had this epiphany, right then and there—although I think the real truth is more than the realization happened over the next few months.”

  “Which was?”

  “I was sabotaging what we had, because I didn’t think I deserved you. I deserved someone like Harry. Or even Jason. Someone who saw me as just meaningless fun.”

  “No,” I said.

  “Look, I know I’m pretty. I’ve had this body my whole life, and it may come as a shock to you, but it’s really messed me up. Being objectified—I know, you don’t—my whole life turned me into a serial cheater. And I was doing it again. And I’m so sorry it went as far as it did, but you have to believe me, I’ve never cheated on you. Never even came close after that time with Jason.”

  “Until now,” I said cheekily.

  “Sure, but while we throw that term around—cheating—what happened tonight—”

  “Wasn’t cheating,” I finished.

  “More like...the most intense form of foreplay I’ve ever experienced.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’m yours, John. Always. I won’t ever risk that.”

  “I know.” And I did. “But you’re also not mine. You’re nobody’s but your own.”

  She shook her head. “No, that’s not quite right either. We’re a team, you and me. Inseparable as we are complicated.” She swirled my chest, traced her finger down between my legs, and stroked my erection. “I need to feel this inside me now.”

  I climbed between her legs as she guided my cock against her, rubbing it along her slit like a toy before positioning it home. I thrust forward, easily sinking into her sodden pussy.

  “Ah, that feels good,” she gasped.

  “I’m not as big as Harry.”

  “No, but I love it. You feel just right for me.” She pulled me down against her, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Besides, you know I love variety—uh!”

  She knew what she was doing. She knew how she was playing me. This is where we were, in a strong enough position where we could tease one another about other men.

  “You do... don’t you...?”

  “Yes, I love... feeling... strange cock.”

  I slid across Courtney’s oil-coated skin, gliding in and out of her like a well-worked machine. That was us, in a nutshell, or at least where we hoped to be. I rested my forehead against hers, our noses nuzzling, as much of our bodies touching as possible in that moment. Staring down into her eyes, I said, “You know you can, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it,” I urged.

  “I can feel a strange man’s cock... fuck me... whenever I want.”

  I groaned, my balls tightening despite my recent orgasm. I staved it off, for now, slowing my hips before I hit my limit.

  “It gets you excited,” she said—a statement. “Me cheating on you is as exciting for you as it is for me.”

  “It is,” I said.

  “And that’s the only reason this works. We get our cake and get to eat it, too.”

  “But you have to tell me, Courtney. No secrets. I want to experience the journey with you.”

  “Of course.”

  “Even if it’s just flirting,” I said, making sure she understood. “I want to be there from the beginning.”

  “Then I should tell you that that guy from the club a few weeks ago, Russell, found me on Facebook.”


  My breath caught. “The guy you told me you had sex with?”

  “I didn’t, really.”

  “I know. You were testing me.”

  She looked up at me sheepishly, but didn’t deny it. “He friended me last week. I haven’t friended him back though.”

  “You thought he was attractive?”

  She nodded. My cock grew.

  “If you’d met him before me, when you were dating one of your other boyfriends...?”

  “I would have slept with him,” she said without hesitation.

  “Friend him back.”

  “You sure?”

  I thrust forward in answer, burying myself deep, my cock so hard it hit places it normally didn’t. “Let’s see where this goes.”

  Courtney licked her top lip, smiling in pleasure as I drove my hips. But she didn’t look away. She didn’t let her focus fade as she imagined herself with Russell, or Jason, or Harry. She was right there with me, in the moment, her hands curled around my shoulders as I pounded in and out of her.

  “Fuck me, John. Show me how excited this makes you.”

  “Ah, Court...”

  “Fuck me the way you want Russell to fuck me.”

  “Oh, baby,” I groaned, fucking her fast enough that my abs ached and my arms began to burn. “You’re such a bad girl.”

  “Your bad girl.”

  “Mine, yes.”

  “No matter what,” she said through her moans.

  “No matter what.”

  Together we came, an exclamation point at the end of the most tumultuous time of our long marriage.

  Epilogue

  I remember the last time I met him. Just like the first, you don’t forget a thing like that—not a moment, a single damn detail.

  It was late afternoon in the Spring, and I was picking up Courtney from work.

  Here I was, sitting patiently in that crowded waiting room breathing in the faint aroma of disinfectant and glossy magazines, thinking that at this rate there was no way my wife was going to be done by five.

  Her door opened again, and there she was. I looked up at her, seeing her as everyone else in the waiting room did: jaw-droppingly beautiful with her paper white skin, lightly freckled. Dark hair, light blue eyes. A face so pretty it could have graced any of the magazines that lay strewn around this waiting room.