Leigh Uncovered: A Wife Sharing Novel

by Arnica Butler

  Leigh gave a slight shake of her head. “I don’t...”

  Jeremy started around the counter to grab the bag. Leigh jumped from her stool and grabbed it. “Jeremy, seriously. I don’t, I have to return it.”

  She clutched the bag to her chest.

  Jeremy leaned on the counter. “Leigh,” he said. “What the hell?”

  He could see that Leigh suddenly realized how ridiculous the whole scene was. IT looked almost like she was about to cry.

  “I just don’t want to try it on,” she said.

  Jeremy folded his arms. “O-kay… but can I see it?”

  She was running out of plausible excuses. And now Jeremy was really intrigued. What could possibly be in the bag that she didn’t want him to see? Lingerie? Something even more risque? What?

  He could see her thinking, desperately, and then he saw the exact moment that she gave up. Her face fell, and she let out a sigh of exasperation. “Oh, all right,” she said.

  He reached for the bag.

  Leigh was extending it toward him, when suddenly she seemed to get another idea. “I’ll try it on,” she said.

  “Huh?”

  “I changed my mind. I’ll go get it on.”

  She didn’t give him any time to think about this sudden change of events before turning on her heel and walking out of the room.

  Jeremy was still leaning against the counter.

  And then suddenly, he guessed that he might be being taken for a ride.

  He waited for Leigh to turn down the hallway, and then he took several steps toward the hallway himself. Thinking better of it, he turned back into the kitchen and crept toward the sliding door, opening it slowly and then dropping to a crouch.

  He crept along the side of the house as he followed the wrap-around porch. All the while, his back groaning mildly at him, he wondered what the hell he was doing. Sneaking around his own house like a burglar.

  And what the hell was up with Leigh?

  He reached the master bedroom. A sliding glass door let out onto the porch, and a high window let light into the closet.

  He supposed he had already known what he was going to see when he peeked in there. He supposed that’s why he was there.

  Leigh was in the closet, pushing frantically through her clothing. Her lines of dresses, organized by color, many in dry-cleaning bags, looked like a rack in a store.

  She finally found one, a checked one he had never seen before, and she pulled it frantically from the hanger. Then she stuffed it on a shelf and began to undress.

  Jeremy dropped from his toes and looked out into his yard.

  So this was it. Leigh, of all people, doing something sneaky behind his back. Their marriage had finally come to this.

  He knew he should feel bad about it, but instead he was just turned on. Wildly turned on…

  He pondered what to do.

  Leigh was hiding something, that was for sure. Just… what was it? What could possibly be in the box inside the bag?

  It was tempting to let it play out, to let Leigh continue her lies until she could stand it no more. Or to follow her around and discover her doing something truly illicit.

  But curiosity got the better of him.

  What was in the fucking box that she needed to hide so bad that she was pretending she just bought another dress?

  Jeremy spun around, and with an assured step he hadn’t had for a long time, her grasped the handles of the sliding door and threw all of his weight into it.

  He was so sure it was going to open that he didn’t balance himself, so it was a good thing that it did. The door flew open, thrown by more force than he realized he had given it. It bounced against the stop and slid back halfway closed – unusual for the door, which was still very sticky with lack of use.

  Leigh hurried out of the closet, clutching her checked dress to her chest. It was halfway up her hips, and now Jeremy could see it was one she had bought a long time ago, before she lost weight. It was too loose on her.

  Leigh’s face went white, and her features were unable to pull themselves together into any kind of expression. “What?!” she shouted, with that tone that people use when they’re truly shocked. “Jesus,” she said. “Jeremy, what are you -”

  Jeremy pushed the door open a few inches to squeeze into the room. He wasn’t sure what was boiling under his skin – anger? Excitement? Jealousy?

  But it was boiling.

  “What are you doing?” he said.

  His voice was calmer than he had expected it to be, but it was sharp as a knife.

  Leigh’s facade collapsed. Her shoulders slumped and she let her arms fall. The dress peeled away with them, and she was half-undressed, looking deflated. Her face fell. She shook her head.

  “That’s not the dress,” Jeremy said.

  She shook her head again.

  “Then what is? What did you buy?”

  Leigh let the dress fall to the floor, and turned to the closet. Jeremy heard the opening of a box, the rustle of the bag. He took the moment to close and lock the sliding door.

  She returned with a heap of black velvet in her hands. For a moment it looked like a dead animal.

  He didn’t understand.

  “Put it on?” he said.

  Leigh let the material tumble out, and then she sorted it with her hands before dropping it to the floor and stepping into it.

  She pulled the velvet fabric up and over her skin, shimmying and twisting it into place until the soft black material rested snugly on the large crescent of her breast. As she did, Jeremy could feel recognition flickering in the back of his mind.

  But it wasn’t until she pulled the dress into its final position, and reached behind her to let her hair down, that Jeremy realized why it was familiar:

  It was the dress from the cover of Julia’s Big Boss.

  Or one very much like it.

  They stood in silence for a few moments. Leigh looked at the floor.

  “I don’t get why -” Jeremy began, intending to ask why she didn’t want to show him the dress.

  But Leigh cut him off with a bombshell:

  “I sent a picture of my… boobs… to Craig.”

  A complete silence descended upon them, and Jeremy stared at her, his ears buzzing.

  “What?” he said finally.

  Oddly, the next thought in his head was: what the hell did this have to do with the dress?

  Leigh looked up at him. “I went shopping with Billie, and she told me to try this on, because it looked like the one from the… the cover. And so I don’t know why I did it, I just did, and then she was like… I told her about me, and Craig, you know, because I felt guilty, and it turns out she’s, they’re, they do this… I guess they’re swingers -”

  “Hold on,” Jeremy said, because Leigh was just babbling at this point. “What about this picture?”

  Leigh took a deep breath. “I’m trying to explain. Billie and Craig are… they do things like this. So Billie didn’t even care about Craig doing that. She was like, ‘oh, just let me take a picture of you changing, and send it to Craig,’ and she said you’d think it was good, too, and… I don’t know!” She sounded very close to crying. “I don’t know why I did it.”

  Jeremy turned Leigh’s half-incoherent speech over in his mind.

  “So you sent him a picture of...” he said, trying to clarify.

  Leigh shook her head. “Billie took the picture. Of my… of me taking the dress off.” Leigh looked back up at Jeremy. Her eyes were a little wet. “She did it like, like I didn’t know about it.”

  Jeremy folded his arms over his chest.

  The boil beneath his skin had identified itself: he was wild with excitement.

  “And Billie thought I would like that, huh?” he said. He realized it was a little cruel to keep Leigh guessing about his reaction, but he couldn’t help that he liked how pale and fragile she looked at that moment. And guilty.

  But then it was a little too much. Leigh looked devastated. />
  He stepped toward her. “Honey,” he said. “I told you about this. Right? I wasn’t kidding. I’m… I think it’s hot.”

  In his mind, he was picturing Craig and Billie, looking at the picture together. He wondered if Billie told him the truth – that she had arranged for the picture to be taken? Or if she let him believe it was a secret shot?

  And if she sucked his cock while he looked at it?

  Leigh looked worried, but no longer devastated.

  Jeremy wondered what was going through her mind when he stepped forward and pushed her hair from her face. She hardly ever wore it down; it changed everything about her. Leigh said nothing as he put his mouth close to hers.

  He dropped his hand and found the hem of the dress. It came only to mid-thigh, and it was easy to slip his fingers underneath it and up the length of her smooth hip.

  Leigh’s pupils dilated, and he could feel; a quickness inside of her. Her pulse was faster, her breath trembling as it left her lips.

  His fingers found the soft material of her panties, and he hooked his finger underneath them. His wife, whatever she was thinking, could not hide that she was already wet. His fingers confirmed it, touching a warm and slippery dampness that could not have happened just now.

  No, Leigh had been turned on by whatever she was doing long before this conversation.

  “Take your panties off,” he said, stepping back from her a little.

  Leigh’s face registered some confusion, but she complied, sliding her hands up to slip off the panties. They landed on the floor with a soft plop, heavy with her treacherous wetness.

  Jeremy shuddered.

  “Go sit on the bed,” he said. “On the edge.”

  His plan was to get her on the edge of the bed, much like she had been in her photo shoot. Leigh did as he asked, and whether deliberately or not, she gave him the same look that she had treated the audience of Julia’s Big Boss to.

  Hesitant and lurid.

  Jeremy leaned over her, and she turned her face up to him. He gave her a long kiss, and then he lowered himself to the floor. One hand on the bed to support him, he used the other hand to wedge himself between her legs, which she was subconsciously leaning together.

  His fingers slid over her pussy again, into her folds.

  He got on his knees in front of her, and Leigh looked at him with mild alarm. She let him pull her legs apart. The tangy scent of her cunt assailed his nostrils, and his cock throbbed with excitement. He played with her clit with his thumb, admiring the glistening petals of her pussy, and the way she was welling up with juices at his touch.

  He placed his hands on her thighs to hold her legs open, and dove in. As his tongue explored the gash of red flesh nestled in her downy red-black hair, he moved his fingers toward the center to slide his thumbs over the outer lips of her cunt. As he pulled them open, a wet, silky valley of flesh unfolded for his mouth.

  His wife’s juices filled his mouth, sweet and honey-scented. She was so wet his face was covered as he pressed forward, lapping at the hard knob of her clit, swirling down to her dark, sodden hole. He flicked his tongue inside of her, and then fucked her with his tongue for a moment while she squirmed. Then he worked his way back up to her clit, enclosing it in his mouth. He used the tip of his tongue to tease her, running it over the face of her enlarged button. He teased her, sucking on her clit and then making fat, wet waves on it with the blade of his tongue. Her thighs pressed against the sides of his face when he settled on a rhythm, undulating over the bundle of nerves that so drove her wild.

  Leigh lay back on the bed, and Jeremy looked up to see her full breasts heaving as he brought her to orgasm. She panted and then finally began to cry out. When she came she arched her back and squeezed his head between her legs. Her pussy burst into a hot, wet mess of cum all over his chin and his mouth.

  Her thighs relaxed, and she released him.

  He wiped his mouth, savoring the taste of her on his lips as he rose up to unbuckle his belt and take his pants off. He slipped his shirt over his head.

  Leigh watched him, her mouth open and her eyes glassy with satisfaction.

  And amazingly, hunger.

  She was still ready to go. Her legs were splayed open and her thighs were wet with her own cum.

  “Pull your dress down,” he said. ‘Show me what you sent to Craig.”

  Saying the other man’s name, and Leigh’s dirty misdeed, aloud, made his cock bounce in the air.

  Leigh pulled on the velvet material to free her big, beautiful tits. Her nipples were hard in the center of them, like a melting chocolate. Good enough to eat.

  Craig put his hand on his cock, staring at his wife.

  “I bet Craig is jerking off to your picture right now,” he said. He started to stroke his own cock. A bead of precum formed at the tip and he paused to touch his fingertip to it.

  Then he climbed onto the bed, pushing on Leigh to get her to scoot up until she was fully lying on it.

  He touched her lips with the drop of cum.

  Leigh let him placed it on her mouth, staring at him.

  He started to stroke his cock again.

  “I bet he has his big cock in his hand right now,” Jeremy said. “And he’s looking at your tits and thinking about jerking his cum all over you. You like that?”

  Leigh touched her mouth, where he had placed his drop of cum, and then she sucked on her finger. Her face had an expression like she was thinking about it. Did she like it?

  Was she teasing him?

  “You like thinking about Craig coming all over your tits?” he prompted. His own cock was ready to explode just thinking about his neighbor crouching over his wife like he was now, his thick cock in his hand, ropes of cum landing silently on Leigh’s bountiful breasts. White cream glistening on the peaks of her nipples.

  Leigh looked at him, her eyes distant. She was imagining something, and it was making her wild.

  He felt her hand rather than saw it as she slid it down between her legs. He could hear the sticky squelching of her soaked pussy as she played with her clit.

  And then she said:

  “Yes,” in a voice that barely sounded like her own. “Yeah. Yes. Come all over my tits. I want to feel your hot cum all over my tits...”

  And Jeremy barely had time to dare to think of his name, to will her to say it, before she said:

  “Craig.”

  He watched, almost as if it wasn’t him in the scene, as thick strands of his own cum splashed all over Leigh’s creamy tits, over her jaw, and one splatter on her lower lip. He felt her body undulating beneath him, and heard the sound of her fingers working wildly in her pussy. Then her eyes seemed wide and blacker than usual, as her mouth dropped open.

  Jeremy dropped his free hand to her lip and used his thumb to push his cum into her mouth as his wife let out a gasp and came for the second time.

  This time, thinking about another man.

  Leigh’s orgasm seemed to take her breath away. If she was acting, it was the best acting Jeremy had ever seen. Her face was flushed and her mouth was open in a gasp that seemed to freeze in her muscles. He felt her legs tremble between his thighs.

  Jeremy moved to her left side and slid down to lie next to her, his hand propping up his head. Absent-mindedly, he rubbed his cum into her skin, as Leigh’s breath slowly returned to normal.

  She was looking at the ceiling for a long time. Jeremy wondered what she was thinking about. It had been a long time since he had pondered the thoughts in his wife’s head; they’d been married so long now. When they were going through so much tedium in their marriage – things that had nothing to do with love, or romance, or passion, and everything to do with bills and money and stress – he had lost the desire to always know what was inside her head. Not because he didn’t care, but because he had begun to take her for granted, to take her love and her loyalty for granted.

  Now, he found himself wondering what it was she was thinking about again. It was both a torturous exerci
se and a beautiful one, and he felt invigorated by the feeling of uncertainty.

  Almost as though she heard his thoughts, Leigh shifted her eyes suddenly to him.

  Then she quickly looked away.

  Jeremy took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “Something wrong?”

  Leigh shifted her weight a little on the bed, and then turned to face the opposite wall, pushing herself back toward him to spoon. It was another thing they hadn’t done in a long time. Jeremy enjoyed the sensation of her soft body along the length of his, the feel of her warm against him, his cock, still semi-hard, against the small of her back.

  “Leigh?” he asked.

  Leigh sighed a little. “I don’t know. Was that… I don’t know.”

  She paused for so long that Jeremy was about to say something, before she half-turned to him. “Was that too much?”

  Jeremy had to smile a little. He kissed her hand again. Then her mouth. “Um… what do you think?” He grinned again, and moved his pelvis a little against her to remind her of how much he had been turned on by what they had just done. “I think you know I liked it.”

  Leigh turned away again. “Really? Because… I don’t know. It feels so… weird.”

  “Weird, how?” Jeremy asked. He sank his face into her hair, nuzzling her until he found her neck. “I thought you had a good time, too.”

  Leigh made a motion like a shrug.

  “Come on,” Jeremy said.

  Leigh was silent.

  He traced his fingertips over her shoulder. “It’s okay if it’s true,” he said. “Is that what you’re having a problem with? Because I told you: it really turns me on.”

  Leigh didn’t move. Then he felt her body shift as she held her hands out to speak with them, even though he couldn’t see them. “But why?” she said.

  Jeremy propped himself back up on his hand. He placed his mouth on her arm, peppering her with feather kisses. “Does it matter?”

  Leigh took in a breath, like she was going to object, and then she exhaled and turned back to face him. “Doesn’t it?”

  Jeremy was surprised. He had honestly been expecting: “What do you mean, ‘does it matter?!’” and was almost ready with a response.