by Lainey Fox
She sighed. “Yeah. Let’s stop thinking about that. Whatever happens, we’ll go with the flow.”
“Yes. Get some sleep, babe. You must be exhausted.” They had engaged in two more rounds of sex before Chris had left. He looked forward to their next rendezvous. Months ago, if anyone had told him he would be watching his wife have sex with another man, and like it, he would have laughed. He had surprised both himself and Alexa with his easy acceptance of her and Chris.
Robert let out a content sigh and planted a kiss on Alexa's forehead. She had fallen asleep, her breathing now slow and steady. He closed his eyes and let sleep engulf him. Images of the three of them together soon filled his mind.
Watching My Hot Wife – Shared With My Boss
Book 1 of Watching my Hot Wife – Shared With My Boss
By Lainey Fox
Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing
1
The soft morning light broke through the small part in the curtains, falling against the peaches and cream of her exposed leg. She has become warm during the night and pushed one of her legs free of the cotton sheets on the bed, helping to cool her off.
Her smell was intoxicating to him, and beneath those deep blue eyes of his, there was a complete love and adoration for her. She was gorgeous, there was no denying it. She was 5’11”, with blonde hair which cascaded down her over her shoulders and stopped between her shoulder blades, and the most intense blue eyes he had ever seen.
It was those beautiful azure eyes that he had fallen so head over heels for when he first met her. The rest came later as he got to know her better, grew to love her even deeper with each passing day. It hadn’t taken long for the two to get married and celebrate their life together, making love to each other as often as they could, and cherishing each other without hesitation.
Harold himself was no withered flower. He stood just an inch higher than Lisa, at six feet on the button, and had stunning emerald green eyes. His brown hair was starting to show signs of his age, with flecks of gray peeking through, matching his graying beard. He was in his late forties, and although he was physically fit and kept in shape, there were other areas of his body already starting to fail him.
As he perched himself on his elbow next to his sleeping wife, he raised his free hand and gently touched her lower leg and begun to run his fingers upwards. He loved the feeling of her soft, velvet skin beneath his fingers. And loved the way she always responded to him whenever he touched her or paid any physical attention to her.
As if on cue, Lisa moaned quietly and rolled over onto her back, pulling the sheet further off her naked body as his fingers continued to trace small circles and hearts across her knee and along her thigh. He leaned closer to her, pressing his mouth to her now exposed nipple and tracing his tongue across the pink flesh. Lisa’s nipple responded to his caress, hardening against his tongue as it continued its tender assault. She started to stir a little, stretching out underneath him as his hand reached her sex and softly cupped it.
“Oh…” she whispered sleepily, squinting through the morning light in the room to look at him.
A soft smile crossed her face, her azure eyes staring at him for a moment with a sense of love, and a now growing hint of lust as she closed them again. Her head fell back against her pillow, her shoulders arching, pushing her breast into the tenderness of his mouth. Harold’s fingers parted her sex, with a single finger stroking up between the lips to find her clit, circling it slowly. Lisa parted her legs more to give her husband full access to her most private of areas, an area of which he had long been acquainted with over the years.
As her legs parted, Harold moved and positioned himself on top of her, his knees between hers, and his free hand by her shoulder. His lips still clung so deliciously to her nipple as his fingers continued to stroke against her clit. His body moved down hers, trailing kisses, nibbles, and licks across her breasts, down the side of her waist and slowly inching closer to her sex. Harold loved the taste of her, and it was easily one of his favorite things to do to her.
As the morning sun brightened through the small split in the curtains, it slowly illuminated Lisa’s body more and more as Harold inched his way down. She was almost glittering in the gentle morning sunlight, and as Harold paused his kisses for a moment, he looked up at over her body with awe.
“How the hell did I get so lucky with you?” he whispered under his breath, a smile creeping across his lips.
Lisa was too preoccupied with the stroking of his fingers that she didn’t hear her husband’s quiet whisper. Thus, he shuffled himself down a little further, leaning down to press his tongue against her clit and flicked it softly. He savored her taste, rolling the tip of his tongue along the inside of his lips and moaning quietly.
“Christ you taste good Lisa” he murmured, this time louder than before so she could hear his loving words.
“I’m glad…” she chuckled, her words trailing off as she bucked her hips against him lightly as his tongue pressed once more against her clit, “I love it when you go down on me.”
Harold smiled, prodding his tongue against her clit with a slow, repeating rhythm, feeling her buck against him. His fingers drew small lines around the entrance to her sex, feeling the increasing wetness of her arousal with each flick of his tongue. She was quite easy to turn on, she loved sex, craved it even. Harold believed if you looked up the definition of a nymphomaniac, there would be a picture of Lisa gracing the description.
She was insatiable when it came to sex. If she weren't getting enough from Harold, then she would often be caught masturbating to help to quell her excessive sexual desire. This was any husbands dream come true, a wife that couldn’t be satisfied? A wife that wouldn’t say no to any sexual advance? It certainly had its’ bonuses, but unfortunately, for Harold, it had recently started to have a serious downfall.
He slowly slipped a finger inside of her, trying to push the worrying thoughts to the back of his mind as he continued to pleasure her. He knew her body so well, knew what drove her crazy and what would cool her down. And he was using this knowledge to his advantage. As he pressed his finger inside of her, he turned it and rolled his fingertip against the soft velvet of her sex. Lisa moaned deeply, twisting her body beneath him and rocking her hips in time with his gentle caressing inside of her.
“Oh fuck… you know just where to go!”
Both of her hands clawed at the bed sheets, grasping a handful of a thousand count cotton.
Slowly he inserted a second finger, filling her with his fingers. She was always incredibly tight but always seemed to be so welcoming for anything inside of her. Harold rolled his fingers against the well known little spot that drove his wife over the edge, as his tongue continued to switch between lapping and circling her clit.
The rhythm of his fingers increased as his tongue matched the pace, relishing in feeling Lisa buck and moan beneath him, feeling that all too well-known quiver of her thighs. She was close; it was a guaranteed little tell tale sign.
He wanted so desperately to push her over the edge, to wake her up in the most glorious of manners, to remind her how much he loved and worshiped her. As her thighs quivered a little harder, Harold wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, thrusting his fingers in and rolling the tips against that sensitive little spot he had found many years ago and mesmerized well.
It was then, Lisa went stone still for just a second, before arching her back and thrusting her hips towards the thrusting of his fingers one more. Her thighs quivered, her breath hitched, and a shattering orgasm enveloped her body as she shivered and moaned her husband’s name.
As Lisa’s orgasm slowly calmed, Harold slowly withdrew his fingers from her and rolled over next to her, taking his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. His eyes were closed as he tasted her, licking the wetness from his fingers. Lisa looked up at her husband, her beautiful blue eyes staring into the green depths of his as he opened his eyes to look down at her. A sly smirk drew itse
lf across Lisa’s lips, as she lifted her hand and ran it down his naked chest and across his belly button. Harold stiffened, knowing exactly where she was going.
“Lisa…” his breath caught as he tried to grab her hand to stop her, but it was too late. As he breathed her name, she had found her between his thighs and grabbed his cock.
“Oh…” she sighed, disappointment flashing across her gorgeous face as instead of handling an erect and willing penis, she was met with a soft and unwilling one.
She couldn’t hide the disappointment. Not anymore. She had continually been disappointed by his lack of hardness over the past few months that keeping up the happy act wasn’t in her anymore. Harold knew this, he could see it on her face, and they’d had growing conversations about his problem since it first started to appear.
“Lisa, I’m sorry… we’ve talked about this, though,” he sighed, lifting his free hand and running it through his short brown hair.
“I know Harold, it’s just…” she paused, knowing what she truly wanted to say would hurt him, but she couldn’t contain it any longer. “I can’t explain to you how badly I want you inside me. It’s a raw need. Can’t you just try the viagra?”
Harold struggled to look at her, not because he didn’t want to, but because it damn near broke his heart to see the disappointment on her face. He hated denying her sex, but ever since he had started to loose his hard on and remained flaccid no matter what they tried, he didn’t have a choice anymore.
“You know I can’t. If I could, I would do it in a heartbeat. There’s nothing more I want either than to be inside you again. It’s a feeling I absolutely love. But the Doctor told me with the damage around my heart, it would be dangerous to even think about it.”
Lisa sighed, even though she tried to stifle the noise, Harold still heard it. Lisa knew about the accident he had been involved in before they met, and the subsequent damage his heart had sustained. He was lucky to be alive and to have survived the multiple open heart surgeries he needed. Her azure eyes looked at the fading scar which ran down his chest as a testament to his survival.
“I know my love, I know,” she slowly pushed herself up and sat up on the bed, leaning back against the mahogany headboard of their four poster bed. “I don’t know how to explain the need, though. It’s like a primal desire I have, a pure need to just… have a dick inside you.”
She tried to smile a little, lifting one corner of her mouth. But even through the facade, Harold could see the pain beneath her eyes. She hated talking about the subject. It was a growing problem in their otherwise perfect marriage. Harold provided everything for her - an amazing house, her own small convertible car, enough money for her to not have to work and allow her time to stay at home and write her novels. He even provided incredible oral sex, which she couldn’t deny was truly mind blowing. But there was still something she needed, the one thing that Harold could no longer give her.
“It’s the only way I feel truly satisfied in bed,” she didn’t break her eye contact with him, and Harold struggled to hold her gaze.
He felt ashamed he could not longer entirely please his wife, and hearing her finally say the words cut him beyond belief. He licked his lips to moisten them slightly, nodding his head softly as he finally broke their gaze and looked over at the wardrobe.
“Are you still going to be up for coming to the business dinner tonight?”
Lisa watched him quietly, stopping herself from sighing again as he deliberately changed the subject. He seemed to have given up on trying to find a fix for their problem. She understood why he couldn’t take viagra, but at times, when her desire was overrunning her mind, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit of disdain towards him for not even trying.
Of course, if it caused him to have a heart attack while they were making love, then deep down she knew she could never forgive herself. Harold was a loving man, and he loved her with every fiber of his being - this she knew well. She could feel it every time he touched her, every time he held her in his arms and cuddled her.
She couldn’t leave him for not providing her physical, sexual intercourse, but she didn’t enjoy being left unsatisfied. She needed to think of something, something that they could work around and keep the marriage alive and strong.
“Of course my love, I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she turned back to him, smiling while reaching out to touch his shoulder. “Do you want me wearing that backless black dress or the red one with that tantalizing split up the side?”
For now, she would continue to play happy wife. She knew how much this dinner tonight meant to him, it was an important business deal for the company. His boss was expecting him to be there and had asked that the Managers and Board Members all bring their wives.
Being a manager at Ironside, Harold was expected to bring his wife along to help give a ‘family face’ to the company. And of course, all the wives of the Managers and Board Members were all gorgeous women. No doubt this was a ploy to help sway some of the possible future investors and buyers, as Bert, Harold’s boss, wasn’t married.
Many of the new investors wanted more of a ‘family feeling’ business, as they were uneasy dealing with companies that weren’t in touch with a family life. And for some reason, Bert seemed to believe that married men showing off their married wives would showcase the family side of the business. Lisa thought it was a joke at first, but when her husband had asked her to go, she had stifled a laugh and agreed. He did, after all, do everything in his power to provide for her and give her as much of a life of luxury, as his middle-class income would allow.
“I love seeing you in that backless dress,” her husband smiled at her, clearly thankful the previous subject had been dropped and left alone for the time being.
He stood from the bed, opening the wardrobe and pulling out a fresh white shirt, navy blue tie, black pinstripe pants and matching jacket. Placing them down on his own side of the bed, Harold grabbed a towel and walked to the shower, leaving his wife in the bedroom.
There was so much that had been left unsaid that morning, and Harold couldn’t even start to fathom a workable fix that would help the situation. Viagra seemed to be the only option, but it was an option that could leave him six feet underground.
2
As the hot water washed over his body, Harold sighed and dipped his head underneath the stream of water, trying to wash away the thoughts that he couldn’t ignore. Surely she wouldn’t leave him because he couldn’t perform like he used to? No, she loved him, that he was sure of. But still, the worry of losing his wife sent cold chills down his spine.
A lump formed deep in his throat at the thought, and he pressed both hands against his face and washed the warm water over his eyes to remove the tears that were forming. He loved Lisa, more than he had loved any other woman in his life, more than any physical belonging that he owned. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.
Reaching over to grab the bar of honey-milk soap, he started to bath himself, leaving his face under the water to feel the stinging heat of the water in an attempt to clear his mind. The lump in his throat slowly subsided, and he heaved a sigh of relief. The problem wasn’t over, but at least for now he had himself under control enough to dress and turn up to work for the day.
How the hell am I suppose to fix this?
The day drew on, as normally as it could have. Harold was flooded with emails, calls, meetings and his assistant stepping into his room every few minutes with another question from a possible client or a reorder from an existing one. The busy day helped keep his thoughts at bay, that is until he looked over at his email to find one from his wife.
He opened the email and read through a small list of links she had attached – “Rent-A-Gent”, “Escorts for Woman”, “Rio Male Rentals” were a few of the links that he saw before he closed the email in disgust. She had taken this a step too far, there was no way in hell he was going to pay for someone to sleep with his wife.
He ran his finger thro
ugh his short brown hair, taking in a deep breath before exhaling it again with a slight sense of desperation. She was really starting to push the issue with him, and unfortunately for Harold, he couldn’t think of any other ways around it. Maybe he could come to accept the escort idea, but as soon as he thought of another man thrusting into his wife, panting and sweating over the top of her while he was stuck at his desk at work made his stomach churn.
He reached over and slammed down the lid of his laptop, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his hands over his face. He could feel the five o’clock shadow already starting to prickle his face, and the thought of shaving and preparing for tonight with a half naked man with “Rent-A-Cock”, or whatever it was still flooding his mind from his wife’s email didn’t excite him at all.
Harold couldn’t avoid any of it, the business dinner tonight, his wife, and the fact that she was starting to push for a fix to his no-boner problem. The successful businessman had never felt so emasculated in all his entire life.
