The Club Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  I grunted as my cock shot a prodigious volume of hot ejaculate inside my underwear and onto my palm.

  Tyrel, having finished his climax, fucked his cock in and out of Kim’s cunt a few more times for good measure before letting it flop out. It swung down between his legs, a filthy pendulum of mucus and seed.

  Kim’s pussy was gaping from his girth.

  I stepped out of the shadows, mesmerized by the sight. Inside, her pink walls were slathered with white. The fluid frothed and bubbled and churned, alive and ready to invade her deepest spots.

  Tyrel packed his flagging cannon into his pants and nodded at me before leaving. “You two have a good night. I’ll see you next weekend.” He held my stare a moment longer than I would expect normal. It was a dominant gesture to go along with his dominant assertion that he would be seeing us back here, that we had no say in the matter.

  I shrank a little and had to look away.

  Then he was gone.

  I undid Kim’s straps and helped her stand. Her dress fell back down over her thighs and she staggered on her heels, unsteady from the rough fucking she’d received. She turned to stare into my eyes.

  Despite my climax I was hard again and she touched the outline of my cock in my pants with the tips of her fingers. Then she leaned in and kissed me, long and deep. When our kiss was over she didn’t pull away but kept her cheek close to mine. “He fucked me so deep,” she whispered.

  My cock hardened against her hand.

  “I can still feel him. I can still feel his cum inside me. It’s dripping down the inside of my leg but there was so much I can still feel it in my pussy. Here,” she said, taking my hand and guiding it between her legs. She pressed my finger against her hole then slid it up inside herself.

  Touching the hot creamy jizz made me harder still. I started pulling at my buckle. I needed to fuck her so bad.

  Kim eased my finger out of her pussy and brought it to my lips, dripping with Tyler’s ejaculate. She smiled. “Not here,” she said. “Let’s go home.”

  At home we stumbled up the stairs and fell into bed. We didn’t take off our clothes I just pushed my pants down and pulled my cock out and fell between Kim’s legs.

  She was still wearing her dress and her heels. She hiked it up and took me inside herself, smiling and staring into my eyes. She watched me as I fucked. “You know what I was thinking of? While he was fucking me?” she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

  I groaned in reply. My cock was so hard but I was trying not to nut right away.

  “I was thinking,” she said, her voice barely above a breath, “that I wasn’t on any birth control.”

  Another groan as I tried to hold my seed in.

  “As he came inside me I was thinking of what it would be like if he got me pregnant.”

  “Oh God,” I muttered. I was nearly there.

  “What would it be like if my tummy got big because of Tyrel?”

  I grunted as the moment took me. I shoved my cock as deep into Kim as I could but knew there was no going as deep as Tyrel had gone. I opened my eyes and watched her body shake with my thrusts, stared at her wicked little half-smile. She seemed unaffected by my fucking, just letting me use her as a receptacle for my needs.

  It was over too soon. As I lay panting on top of her she stroked my back. “Was I a good little slut?” she whispered.

  Her voice sent a shiver racing down my back. I pulled myself out and rolled off. “You were a good little slut.”

  “You’re good little slut,” she added with a smile.

  “My good little slut,” I echoed.

  We lay in silence for a while in the darkness, drifting in and out of sleep. Right before I went under for good Kim turned and nuzzled up closer to me. She put her hand on my chest.

  I sighed.

  “I can’t wait to go back,” she whispered.

  Chapter 10

  The next week was filled with fucking. I was off because school was out for Christmas. Kim was busy at work and often wouldn’t return until seven or eight at night. But when she did she would immediately dive into my arms and start making out.

  We fucked in the kitchen. We fucked on the couch. Every once in a while we made it upstairs and fucked in the bed. We did it on the stairs. Kim would wake me up with blow jobs and hand jobs or sometimes already have me hard and be riding me when I woke up.

  And each time she would start talking about Tyrel. About how good it felt to have him inside her. About how turned on she was by doing this for me, by becoming such a slut for me, by taking a big black cock because it turned me on.

  Each time it would get me so hard, hearing her talk like that. She had also taken a much more aggressive and assertive role in our lovemaking. She’d often end up on top.

  As I would lie there watching her play with her tits as she rode my cock, I’d dip into that feeling, the one I’d had as Tyrel came inside her, thinking about the possibility of her getting pregnant. The thrill of it never wore off.

  When Saturday finally rolled around we were as giddy as if it were Christmas. We spent most of the day in bed. When the evening rolled around Kim took a long shower and donned her little black dress that showed off her sexy legs.

  I put on a black shirt and black pants and jeans. I’d been thinking all week about what would best help me blend into the shadows and this seemed to be it.

  We arrived at the club. The bouncer was the same guy as the week before and he seemed to remember us. As I pulled out my wallet to pay he shook his head. “No, you alright. You Tyrel’s guests tonight.”

  Kim raised an eyebrow and smiled at me. “I guess he likes us!” she said with a giggle.

  “I guess he likes you,” I mumbled but I don’t think she heard. But it was hot. Like playing with fire. Tyrel was so dominant and even though he was a class act there was an edge to his personality that added the potential for all this to go south. And that felt dangerously fun.

  I followed Kim into the club. This time there was no one on the divan. As we walked in Tyrel stood up from the table he’d been sitting at. Malik and Keon were sitting with him. He walked up to us gave an aloof nod. “Y’all a little late.”

  “Late?” Kim asked. “For what?”

  Tyrel took her by the hand without asking and began to lead her to the center of the room. “You the star attraction tonight, baby.”

  Kim’s smile faded. “Wait, what?”

  Tyrel gave her ass a powerful smack. “Don’t you ‘wait what’ me,” he growled. “Try ‘yes sir.’”

  Kim turned to look at me, a deer in the headlights.

  A rush of adrenaline coursed through me. This wasn’t Tyrel’s usual cool act. Was he being serious? In a moment of confusion, and to try and calm the situation, I smiled at Kim to reassure her everything was going to be fine.

  She returned a weak smile and slowly turned back to face Tyrel. “Uh…yes sir,” she said, lowering her eyes.

  Tyrel grinned. “Now that’s more like it!”

  The tension left the room and Malik and Keon chuckled. I let out a nervous laugh.

  Kim smiled again.

  “Now let’s get that fine ass up on here,” Tyrel said, waving at the divan.

  Kim looked at me again.

  She was nervous. I could see it in her eyes. I’m ashamed to say that only made it more exciting for me. I didn’t know what Tyrel had in mind but I was already turned on just imagining what it might be. I gave her a nod and sat down at one of the tables.

  Kim chewed her lip before looking at Tyrel. “Yes sir,” she said as she stepped out of her heels.

  “That’s it,” Tyrel said, “on your knees. Just like that.”

  And just like that Kim was up on the divan on her knees. The whole room was watching her.

  It was the first opportunity I really had to look around. There were far fewer couples there and those that were together were mostly black. There was a group of single white guys hanging out at the bar. The rest were big black dudes. />
  A shadow of worry darkened my thoughts but after a moment it passed. What was the worst that could happen, after all? We were all civilized people in a civilized place, sex club or not.

  Tyrel stepped up to the divan and peeled Kim’s skirt up. “Let’s see that fine pussy,” he purred. “Mmm-mmm, whatchoo’ all think of that?”

  Keon and Malik nodded and mmm-hmmmed as they eyed Kim’s pretty rose.

  She cast nervous sideways glances at me.

  I was torn. I didn’t want Kim doing something she wasn’t comfortable with. But the vision of the redhead with all her holes stuffed kept repeating in my mind. How hot would it be to see Kim in the same position? So the next time she looked at me I mouthed the words “my little slut.”

  Kim gasped and bit her lip. Then she arched her back so her tits hung a little lower and her ass puffed up.

  Tyrel noticed. “Yeah, baby. Now you gettin’ into it.” He let his fingers slide down her crack and split her folds. The sticky sounds of her opening for him smacked around the room.

  Malik, Keon and a few others leered at the lewd scene as he pressed his finger into her pussy, up to the second knuckle.

  Kim was clearly out of her comfort zone. She kept looking around at everyone staring at her but trying not to look like she was. Her cheeks were burning bright red with embarrassment. Kim of a few weeks ago would never in a million years have imagined herself in this position, on her knees with a stranger man’s finger in her pussy.

  “Shit, baby, you so wet and sticky! This turning you on ain’t it?” Tyrel asked.

  Kim shot me a nervous glance as my insides turned. Then she nodded.

  My stomach flopped again. This was turning her on?

  “I didn’t hear you say it,” Tyrel grumbled.

  “Yes sir,” Kim added.

  “That’s more like it.” Tyrel gave an approving nod. He pushed his finger deeper into her pussy.

  Kim’s body heaved with arousal.

  Tyrel pulled his finger out and let it drift up towards Kim’s ass crack. He tickled her sphincter with the tip.

  Kim’s body went stiff and her head snapped back.

  Tyrel flashed a toothy grin. “Thing is,” he said to more or less the whole room, “no one ever taught this little starlet how to get backstage. Did they?” Before Kim could react he twisted his finger and shoved the tip into her ass.

  She gasped and must have clamped down on it because when he yanked it out it came with an audible pop.

  Tyrel started chuckling. Keon and Malik soon joined him and then a few others around the room.

  Kim turned to glare at me, her face burning red in shame and humiliation. A moment later Tyrel’s paw slammed down onto her ass. Her eyes popped open and she yelped at the pain.

  “Bitch that’s not what you do when Tyrel put a finger in yo’ ass! You don’t tighten up! You relax!” His palm landed on her other cheek with an equally powerful swat. “Now let’s try this again! Open up!”

  This time he didn’t bother waiting. He twisted his hand as he shoved the finger in.

  As it sank into her, past the first and second knuckle Kim’s mouth fell open. But instead of the scream of protest I was expecting a lewd and animal moan came out. As Tyrel’s fist touched her ass Kim shuddered and her body swayed.

  “Now that’s better. You like that don’t you, baby?” Tyrel asked keeping the finger inside.

  Kim seemed lost to the sensation for a moment. After she realized she’d been asked a question she nodded. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  Her submission made my cock rise.

  “Yeah,” Tyrel purred. “You like that. Let’s try this. You feel that? You like Tyrel tickling the inside of your ass?”

  Kim shook on her knees on the divan. She kept opening and closing her mouth uncontrollably like a fish out of water. It became clear that Tyrel was touching different parts of her insides as she moved this way and that.

  My cock ached with need watching Tyrel turn Kim into a meat puppet.

  The longer he fingered her ass hole the closer Kim got to orgasm. She began to buck and shake and squirm over his digit until finally, with a giant moan, she climaxed. Her pussy leaked hot fluid onto the divan.

  Tyrel smiled behind her and continued to fuck her ass. When she was done she collapsed forward onto the divan with only her ass sticking up, both her holes ready to be used. That’s when Keon and Malik stood up.

  Chapter 11

  This was another moment where I contemplated standing up and putting a stop to things. It certainly felt like this was a threshold that could only be crossed in one direction. But Kim looked so hot and so submissive and just so…perfect the way she was.

  She was presenting to the whole room like an animal. “Fuck me,” her body was saying. I hated to admit that I just couldn’t find the strength to put an end to it.

  As Keon and Malik approached her my cock hardened and I couldn’t resist tugging my belt open and pulling it out.

  Kim eyed them nervously behind her, glancing at me with a worried look from time to time.

  I didn’t want her to do anything she didn’t want to do but the prospect of Keon and Malik taking a turn with my wife while I watched won out over reason. I nodded again.

  Kim’s mouth fell open a little, in disbelief maybe but she didn’t get up.

  As Keon and Malik undressed and stepped up onto the divan, towering over her like two dark and muscled gods, Tyrel pulled leaned down and pulled something out of his pants pocket.

  It was black with a rounded but pointy tip, widened to a bulb about the size of a plum. Past that was a stem and a round flange. He pressed the tip against her leaking pussy and gave it a twist.

  “What’s…what is that?” Kim stammered.

  “This here’s a plug. You never seen one?” Tyrel replied, bringing it up for her to look. He pressed it against her lips, dripping with her juice and a little fleck of his spunk.

  Kim hesitated but only for a moment. She opened her mouth and let him slip it inside.

  “Now I’m gonna put this in your ass. Stretch it out a little. What do you think about that?” he asked, grinning.

  Kim looked up into his eyes as he pulled the plug out of her mouth. She paused again. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  I shuddered as pleasure heated my loins. She looked so submissive and shy as the three thick men standing around her eyed her soft hole. My resolve wavered. Things had gone from warm to burning in a very short time. We were suddenly tumbling into a place I’d never imagined we would visit in our marriage.

  Tyrel stepped back around and put a hand on her ass cheek. He stretched it, opening her tight back hole a little wider. The pointed end of the plug came up against it, glistening with Kim’s saliva. Tyrel pushed and started working it inside.

  Kim braced herself against the divan so she didn’t fall forward.

  Tyrel’s hand slipped to the small of her back, holding her in place so she couldn’t move. He continued to push the plug into her, stretching her tight ass hole wider and wider until the bulb slipped in and the flange settled against her sphincter.

  Kim gasped.

  “There,” Tyrel growled, eyeing his handiwork. “If you like that you just imagine what a nice big black dick’s gonna feel like up inside that tight, white ass,” he said with a smile.

  The idea obviously aroused her because her nipples hardened into point nubs.

  Keon stepped up and over her. He didn’t get down on his knees but rather crouched down and pointed his cock at her cunt. Without ceremony he shuffled forward and slipped his hardened meat into her gushing pussy, mounting her like an animal.

  Kim moaned and grimaced as his girth stretched her wide.

  Keon didn’t seem to give a fuck about what Kim felt. Holding her ass, his body exploded into powerful thrusts, slamming his cock in and out of Kim’s pussy, his balls slapping against her clit.

  Kim half-grunted, half-moaned. Her tits swayed and slapped against each other with each o
f Keon’s rough thrusts. She started panting and clawing at the divan. A few moments later I saw her thighs start to shake as she climbed towards a climax.

  I stared slack-jawed and hard as iron. I would never in a million years have taken Kim for someone that enjoyed sex this rough. But there could be no doubt. As her orgasm crested and she screamed, it was obvious that she loved what was being done to her.

  When he’d finished Keon pulled his cock most of the way out, leaving only the head inside her. He grabbed his shaft, shook it and stroked, squeezing the last of his drippings into her. When he stepped away Malik was right there, ready to take his place. He inserted himself into Kim the same way Keon had, crouching over her and filling her with his cock.

  Kim grunted as he started to rut but took him the same way she’d taken Keon. Her body swayed back and forth and she dropped down onto her elbows, rounding out her ass.

  Malik got excited by this and slammed into her extra hard sending her onto her stomach. He tucked a hand under her hip and pulled her ass up as he came down on top of her. His fucking got rougher and faster until he grimaced and grunted. He yanked his cock out of Kim’s pussy and squeezed her ass cheeks together around it. A few slow strokes later and the first shot of hot ejaculate flew out of the head of his cock and landed on her back.

  Malik watched as his cock retched hot seed all over Kim’s ass and back. When he was done he took himself in hand and gave her ass a few wet slaps. A little more of his seed dribbled out. Then he, too, stood up and away and it was just Kim on the divan, arms splayed her ass and the small of her back covered in cum.

  Tyrel stepped forward. He was carrying a small white towel. He glanced at me and jerked his head for me to come over.

  I was so stunned I could barely make myself stand. I managed to, though, and made my way over slowly to the center of the room.

  Tyrel handed me the towel. “Go on. Clean your slut up.”

  Kim and I had used the word but hearing Tyrel say it was shocking. She really was a slut, a whore that had just been used by not one but three men. And I’d let it happen, encouraged it to happen.