Watching My Hot Wife - Ten Book Collection Vol 4

by Lainey Fox

  He was larger in girth than Harold, but they seemed to be on equal par when it came to length. Alas, this wasn’t something Harold could see. All he could see was the hungry and passionate look in her eyes, the awe of her gaze as he saw her staring at his boss’s cock. All Harold could see was the well-toned and muscled shape of his shoulders and back, and the most impressive backside he had ever seen on a man.

  Bert was the black version of an Adonis. It was evident he took good care of his body, and that he was a regular at the weight section of the gym. Harold didn’t even want to estimate how much weight this man could bench press. No doubt it would make Harold feel even weaker than he did at that very moment.

  Flicking his fingers, Bert looked over his shoulder at Harold, holding out his hand expectantly. Staring for a moment, he was lost to what his boss was demanding. But then, as if Bert had slapped him, he jumped and moved quickly to the dresser at the edge of the room, pulling out a condom packet and handing it to his boss.

  “Now stand over there by the window, you need a side on view of how a real man fucks a gorgeous woman like your wife,” he motioned with his head towards the window as he ripped open the packet and discarded the package on the floor before rolling on the condom.

  Lisa had sent Harold out earlier in the day to buy a box of magnum condoms, obviously assuming Bert, being a black man, would hold up to the stereotype of being well endowed. It was the start of the humiliation for the day, buying condoms for the man who would fuck your wife. As if it wasn't bad enough just buying the packet, the cashier had openly snorted and laughed at Harold, looking him up and down with a skeptical look as she scanned the box.

  Bert moved to the edge of the bed, positioning himself behind Lisa and resting a hand on her ample hips, while the other one ran down the lips of her sex, parting her and testing the waters of her arousal. Without a second warning, Bert guided his hips forward and pressed his cock inside of her, feeling the walls of her sex expand around him to allow his larger size inside of her.

  Lisa moaned, pushing back against him to push him in further, relishing in the feeling of a cock finally inside of her. She could easily feel the difference in girth, and with just a single thrust, and the sense of being stretched full after such a long time was almost enough to send her over the edge. Her thighs quivered, and she grabbed a handful of bed sheets as she braced herself against the sudden onslaught of thrusting from Bert, panting and biting her lip to try and control her orgasm from escaping too early.

  “Oh you’re a tight one, aren’t you?” He grunted against her, placing his other hand on the other side of her hip, so he now held both sides of her body as he powered into her. He didn’t hold back, the feeling of her tight, constricting sex around his cock was even more glorious than he could have imagined.

  Harold, watching from the side of the room, leaned back against the window, holding onto the skirting board with one hand as he other splayed out against the wall. He was panting, his chest was constricting as a mix of emotions flooded through him. Seeing his wife in total ecstasy only reminded him of how unbelievable it felt to be inside of her, thrusting into her and losing all self-control as she contracted around him.

  He could almost feel it, and his limp cock twitched at the memory, but still refused to fully harden. He couldn’t believe what was happening, beneath sheer panic and horror of seeing his wife being pummelled by his boss, he was actually aroused.

  If only his cock would come to the party and produce a proper erection, he could pull off Bert by the back of his neck and plunge deep inside of her and claim her as his own again. Alas, his lifeless cock only tingled in memory of the pleasure that Bert was now experiencing instead of him, and all Harold could do was watch on with wide green eyes as the massive bulk of his boss fucked his wife.

  “Oh yes… yes… fuck yes,” Lisa panted, her breath raspy and conflicted with lust and desire, hitching as Bert’s fingers dug into her hips and he thrust into her again.

  She had to brace herself against every onslaught, brace against every thrust as the bed groaned beneath them, and the headboard of the bed crashed against the wall. The CEO was taking no prisoners with his wife, and as Lisa’s thighs continued to shake, soon her whole body convulsed and stiffened.

  “Oh, I’m coming… fuck I’m coming,” she cried out, dropping her head onto the bed and tugging at the bed sheets as her orgasm quickly flooded over her.

  As she cried out, Bert only managed another few final thrusts before finding his own release, holding himself against her hips as tightly as he could manage as he groaned and panted. He held his breath, his face tightening and a flush of red reached his cheeks as he finally exhaled and slumped over the shorter blonde. Slowly, as he regained his breathing, he pulled out of Lisa with a final groan. Climbing off the bed, he reached down and pulled off the used condom and flung it at Harold’s feet, glancing over at him with a wicked smile across his face and a sheen of sweat across his forehead.

  “Now that, little boy, is how a real man should fuck his wife,” he stared into the green eyes of Harold, unwavering in his gaze until Harold finally looked down at the floor, staring at the used condom at his feet.

  Bert then turned and picked up his pants and shirt, pulling them on before sitting on the edge of the bed to pull on his socks and shoes. Without a further word, he picked up his tie and jacket and slung them over his shoulder, glancing back at Lisa who was now collapsed on the bed on her back, still catching her breath.

  “Call me if you need another good going over Lisa, you know my number.”

  Bert didn’t even bother to address or look at Harold again, turning around, he walked out of the room and let himself out of the house, grabbing the keys to his Mercedes on the way out.

  Watching My Hot Wife – Shared With My Boss 3

  Book 3 of Watching my Hot Wife – Shared With My Boss

  By Lainey Fox

  Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing

  1

  After Bert had left the house, Harold had somewhat shakily walked into the bathroom and started the bath running at Lisa’s request. It was odd that she wanted to bath after having sex; it was something she had never done before.

  He sat on the edge of the bath and rested his fingers in the water, testing the temperature as the water ran. Although his mind was mostly absent, rewinding over the night's events and trying to assess how he felt about what had happened.

  Harold didn’t really know what he had expected. Some of the emotions that flooded through him were things he expected; jealously, belittlement, embarrassment, emasculation to name a few. However, being completely turned on watching his wife get fucked by another man was the last feeling he expected to experience.

  In some ways, he had enjoyed watching his wife being pleasured in a way that he could no longer do it. And it certainly had stirred something deep within his loins, so far as to make his cock twitch within his pants. Perhaps things were improving for him on that front.

  He could only hope.

  “Hey babe,” Lisa cooed as she walked into the steamy bathroom, sitting behind her husband on the side of the luxury sized tub and running her hands over his shoulders.

  “Feeling better?” He looked over his shoulder, smiling as she slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him to her.

  “Satisfied yes. Sated as well. Now I just need the love and affection of my husband while we soak together,” she kissed and nibbled at the curve of his neck, running her tongue and teeth along his shoulder.

  Harold shivered at her touch and her teeth along his shoulder, his following breath was a little ragged as he leaned back towards her. She hadn’t done this for awhile now, in fact, the last time she had done something like this was right after they had made love before the recurring flat tire issue raised its’ ugly head.

  “Let us get in the tub then,” he moved, standing up and removing his shirt and undoing his pants.

  As he turned around, Lisa was stepping into
the water and easing herself down, sighing audibly as she did. She positioned herself so that Harold could sit in front of her.

  “Let me rub your shoulders love,” she smiled at him, and Harold’s heart melted.

  He carefully stepped into the tub and sat in front of her, leaning back against her gently as her hands found his shoulders and started to massage them. She had skillful fingers, although she wasn’t strong enough to really dig into the muscle, she still provided a relaxing massage. Enough so to relax him, and allow him a moment's peace to enjoy the tender touches of his wife.

  Harold and Lisa bathed together for the best part of an hour, washing each other, touching each other, and enjoying each others’ company in the warm water. As the water started to cool, Harold turned to face his wife and leaned in to kiss her tenderly on the lips.

  “When do you think you’ll do this again?” His question was sincere, and even a hint of curiosity was there.

  “I guess next Saturday? Is that ok with you?” Her voice was timid, questioning, and Harold was slightly taken back that she was asking him permission this time.

  “Saturday is fine my love. I’ll let you make the arrangements,” he kissed her again, pressing her tongue past her lips to flick against her own. Lisa responded in kind, kissing her husband back with a renewed passion.

  ***

  The week that passed was better than Harold had expected. Bert was his usual self at the office, not giving away any hint of what had happened during the previous weekend at Harold’s house. For this, Harold was thankful, but still he kept a low profile and just got on with his work. He didn’t want to attract any unnecessary attention to himself.

  During the week, Harold had closed three new deals, and increased the pricing successfully on two older projects; there was nothing that Bert could do to make him feel like less of a man at work. He was relieved when he woke on Saturday morning and the work week was done and over with without drama.

  Lisa was already awake and walking around the house when Harold started to stir awake, stretching out and feeling for the familiar naked body of his wife. It was only when he was met with an empty bed, that he snapped awake and looked around for her. He could hear her gentle footsteps and stretched again before rolling out of bed. As he sat on the edge of the bed, he opened the drawer next to his bed and unscrewed the cap of a bottle and shook out a single pill. He picked up the glass of water next to his bed and took the pill, taking a long drink of water and quickly draining the glass.

  He had replaced the bottle cap and closed the draw just before his wife sauntered into the bedroom, smiling at her husband as he looked up at her with a sleepy smile of his own.

  “I was just about to come and wake you. We need to get ready for our massage appointment,” she picked up a pair of sweatpants which closely matched the pair that she was wearing. They were part of a small workout ensemble they had picked out together to go to the gym together in.

  Harold had nearly forgotten about the couples massage he had booked earlier in the week to spoil his wife and himself. He lifted himself from the bed and took the pants from his wife, leaning over and kissing her softly on the lips.

  “Thank you for the reminder, my love.”

  They both dressed and headed to Couple Massage NYC on 8th Avenue. Harold was looking forward to the massage and allowing some of the stresses of his job, and the whole Bert and Lisa thing to be massaged away.

  As they lay naked on the tables, the two masseurs started to work their magic, pressing their fingers deep into the muscle of Harold’s shoulders. He could feel the fingers of the masseur bump and trip over the knots that had formed. And with expert accuracy, each knot was slowly worked out and released.

  Harold groaned softly, feeling himself start to relax more and move, and the tension slowly slip away from his body. He lifted his head, turning it on the side to be able to watch Lisa get massaged. The female masseur was running her hands up and down Lisa’s spine and circling over her shoulders.

  Seeing Lisa naked on the bed with only a towel covering her luscious backside, Harold could feel the pit of lust start to stir in his abdomen. Seeing someone else touch and massage his wife had never turned him on before, although he had never given it much thought either.

  With surprise, Harold could feel his cock twitch and tingle, he could feel a hardening between his thighs that had been previously lying dormant for nearly a year. A sudden hope and excitement grew within him - he had secretly been visiting a naturopath and consulting with his Doctor regarding a herbal treatment for his erectile dysfunction that wouldn’t affect his heart like Viagra would.

  Did this mean the treatment was working? After three months, was it starting to take effect? He took a deep breath and then released it, trying to calm himself and relax again.

  “Are you ok sir?” his masseur asked, lifting his hands away from Harold’s back.

  “Oh yes, just taking a deep breath. Haven’t felt this relaxed for awhile,” Harold smiled, looking back at Dominic and nodding before putting his head back down between the hole in the table.

  The hour and a half passed in what felt like ten minutes, and as their massage finished, both Harold and Lisa let out massive sighs. They both turned and looked at each other, giggling as their eyes met.

  They both sleepily walked back to where a taxi was waiting for them to pick them and take them back home. Chinese delivery was ordered, and they both lounged on the couch and watched the newest series on Netflix. Harold was in heaven, absolute bliss until Lisa patted his thigh and paused the third episode they had reached and got up from the couch.

  “I need to go shower babe, I still feel all oily from the massage.”

  Harold was about to ask why she needed to shower, then he remembered. He glanced down at his watch to see it was only half an hour before Bert was expected to arrive. He also got up from the couch, slapping Lisa’s backside and heading towards the shower himself.

  “I’ll join you,” he glanced at back at her, winking with a crooked and playing smile on his face.

  A soft and intoxicating giggle escaped Lisa’s lips as she bounded towards him, taking his arm as they stepped into the bathroom and started to undress each other.

  “You know… I missed my wake up call this morning,” as she pulled his shirt over his shoulders, and Harold slid out of his pants, she leaned forward and whispered into his ear.

  Harold stifled a groan, answering without words that he too, had missed it as well. He turned on the water and adjusted it accordingly before stepping into the large shower with ample enough room for them both.

  “I don’t think I can stand to watch Bert have you tonight without having a little play myself first. Could be a good way for you to warm up?” He was strangely playful, and strangely turned on by the knowledge his wife would soon be sated again.

  “Oh yes please,” she purred, joining him in the shower and running her fingers down his chest and across his well-formed abs.

  Lisa had grown accustomed to not paying any attention to her husband's cock that her fingers didn’t trespass any lower than his belly button, and her eyes didn’t notice the slight hardening that was occurring. Harold, on the other hand, was growing increasingly more excited by the fact that something was starting to stir and awaken down there.

  He only hoped, that perhaps with a little more time, the flag pole would rise to its full height once again. However, in the meantime, he pressed himself close to his wife as he dipped his head and latched onto one of her breasts. His tongue flicked over the hardening nipple while his other hand tracing down along her side, tickling against the top of her hip.

  Lisa squirmed against his touch, throwing her head back and moaning softly as her own fingers continued to trace against the side of his thighs. Harold slowly slid down his wife’s body, lowering himself to a kneeling position as he nipped and kissed underneath her belly button. His fingers traced lovingly down her sides, along her thighs before lifting back up to follow the inside
line of her thigh to reach her sex.

  She widened her stance to allow Harold free access, running her fingers through his hair as his tongue probed at her clit with a gentle, inquisitive touch. He held one hand against Lisa’s hip to help steady her, as the other fingers traced around the opening to her sex, spreading the wetness that was quickly accumulating.

  As Harold’s finger slipped inside of her, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, and with a strained groan, he lifted himself from the floor of the shower.

  “I guess he’s a little early,” he mumbled, leaning in and kissing his wife gently on the lips, allowing her to also taste her arousal. “You get yourself dry”

  Lisa only nodded as he stepped out of the shower, wrapping one of the robes around himself as he moved from the bathroom and headed towards the front of the house. He opened the door, stepping to the side to allow Bert to walk freely past him.