by Jason Lenov
Taking Her Back
A Hotwife Fantasy
by
Jason Lenov
Copyright 2016 Jason Lenov
Thirteenth Line Publications
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All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Prologue
There's nothing like watching a thick, black cock covered in sticky white seed come snaking out of your wife's freshly fucked pussy. There's nothing like the sound of her laughter as she turns over to kiss her lover before he leaves. There's nothing like the feeling of sinking in between her thighs, pressing into her, slipping in easily because she's so full of another man's cum.
She smells like him. She smells like his sweat and his spunk and when it comes oozing out of her it trickles down my balls as they slap against her ass.
"Did you like seeing that baby?" she whispers, smiling. "Did you like seeing that big, black dick fucking my little pink puss?"
She's kind of good at the dirty talk. It wasn't always that way.
Her question makes me harder inside her and that makes her smile. "I guess that's a yes," she whispers as I start to piston into her harder, unable to resist the urge welling inside of me. "He stretched me out, didn't he?" Her breath is hot on my cheek and on my ear and I groan at the way it sends a shiver down my spine. "I have to tell you something," she says, even softer now. "I wanted it so badly, I wanted to feel his cum inside me so badly that I didn't put anything in. I just wanted to feel what it would be like, to have him explode inside me and spray as deep as he could. I hope you don't mind. I know it's risky but..."
I groan again. The thought of that hard, dark seeding muscle flexing and spewing, flexing and spewing deep inside Keira has me on the edge of an orgasm and soon there won't be any going back
"Yeah baby," she smiles. "It's your turn now. Fuck it into me and we'll see whose is better. Fuck your cum into me. It's a competition, remember? Whose seed is gonna make this belly swell?"
I stiffen against her. I cry out. A thick, sticky pleasure crackles down my spine until it explodes between my legs and I have to shout again. "Fuck!" My cock flexes. I feel the first spurt of cum spewing out. Flex and spew. Flex and spew. I'm soaring above the moment, outside of myself looking in. It peaks. Then it passes. I sink back in.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I rumble as my hips slam against her wide open, welcoming thighs.
Thank-you for coming in my pussy, her smile says. It makes me shudder. I drive into her again trying to chase the pleasure that's already skittered away.
I slump over her, panting and sweating. Our bodies stick together in the heat. She lets me lie there for a while, running her fingers along my back as I try to catch my breath. After a few minutes she puts her mouth close to my ear again.
"When can I fuck him again?" she asks.
Chapter 1
It all started at a party. We'd been dating for about six months and things were going well. We were both in pretty demanding programs at college and studying hard but we spent what time we had off, together. We'd seldom go to parties but this one night we decided to let loose a little.
Keira's friend Heather who was a real party girl had invited us to her place. She'd also dared Keira to wear something other than her usual jeans and a hoodie. Something a little more revealing. Keira was reluctant at first but after we'd had a few drinks to warm up before the party I convinced her it would be a fun thing to try.
She put on a tight, white skirt and fishnets and four inch heels. She sort of did it as a joke, to see her friend Heather's reaction. The joke didn't have the intended effect, mainly because she ended up looking incredibly hot. Her legs were well toned from years of running and the heels only made her muscles look harder. Her ass pushed up high and her modest but perky breasts were also on prominent display because of the plunging neckline of the tight, white top she was wearing.
When we walked into Heather's house it seemed like every guy in the place turned to stare at Keira.
Heather was loaded. Or, her parents were. The place was a mansion complete with a marble mantle on the fireplace and a a chandelier in the front hall. The rooms of the first floor were dark with sheer scarves hung over table lamps. They were packed with people. The stairs leading to the second floor were blocked off with chairs but we could both hear there were people up there, too. Fucking.
We walked through to the kitchen. Heather came out with a guy on each arm. It took her a moment to even realize who Keira was. She looked that different.
"Oh shit girl! No you didn't!" Heather screamed. She ran at us and threw her arms around Keira's neck. "I can't fucking believe it! Damn girl, you are hot!"
That was the first moment I realized I had this thing. The first inkling that something about me might be a little...different. Heather was a little drunk so being more effusive than she usually was. But even seeing her looking Keira up and down was hot. She was really enjoying how attractive Keira looked and for some reason I was really enjoying that.
The commotion Heather caused made some heads turn in our direction. I looked around to see that a lot of the guys, even those who obviously were there with their girlfriends were looking at Keira. She looked around and as soon as she realized how much attention was on her she started to blush.
My cock moved and I was glad that it was so dark in there because if there had been more light I was sure that Heather would have seen. There was something incredibly...intoxicating about all those people, all those guys suddenly being interested in Keira. Of course I felt a little jealous but that feeling only seemed to add to my excitement.
"Heath, stop it!" Keira chided, trying to hide behind her friend.
"Unh-uh. You need to work this honey. You got every set of eyes on you right now."
"Heather!" Keira hissed.
That was when I realized how much I loved watching other men enjoy Keira. She wasn't used to the attention and did a lot of giggling and blushing.
I followed her through the rooms, trying to find creative ways of hiding the massive erection that was bulging in my pants until we found a place to sit down.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry I wore this!" she whispered when we finally managed to find a corner to ourselves.
"Why?" I asked.
"I feel like such a slut!"
I narrowed my eyes. "That's silly."
"No it's not! Did you see all those guys checking me out!?!" She sounded a little hysterical.
"I did."
"And?" she asked with wide eyes. "Doesn't that bother you? Doesn't it make you jealous?"
It did, a little bit. Actually it did a lot. Funny thing was, if I let myself sink into that feeling, let the jealousy really wrap me up, it was hot as hell. "Yeah. It kind of does."
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bsp; "See? That's what I'm saying. That's why I'm sorry I wore this."
"You shouldn't say that though."
"What? Say what?"
"You shouldn't call yourself a slut."
Keira spun around. She'd been looking out into the room making sure no one else was checking her out. "What do you mean? Why not? This is a totally slutty thing to wear!"
"I just hate when girls do that. Look at all these guys." I nodded towards the room. "Each and every one of them is here with one thing on their mind. Sex. Getting Laid. You don't call them sluts. How come if a girl wants it she's automatically a slut?"
Keira didn't seem convinced. She shook her head. "I just...it doesn't feel right to have all these guys leering at me like that. I should have worn something less..."
"Sexy?" I asked with a smile.
She tried to brush it off but couldn't help a slight smile.
"Come on," I said, "you can't tell me there's nothing you like about it. All that attention. Something about it has to feel good, right?" I guess my motives were a little duplicitous. It was true that I didn't want her thinking of herself as a slut or anything like that. That just wasn't right. I wanted her to be confident and let herself be sexy and proud of the attention she got. But the real thing driving me to carry on the conversation was that curious feeling in my stomach. The one that wouldn't go away. There was still jealousy there, at having other guys look at her, but there sure was something else. It was making me hard as a rock.
"I don't know," she said, shaking her head and looking back over the guys in the room. "I'm not like that. You know that."
I watched her watching them for a while before I spoke up. "You mean to tell me you never think of other guys?" I asked.
"What?!?" she asked, her head snapping toward me again. Her eyes were wide and she was aghast. "What's that supposed to mean?!?"
I don't know why it amused me so much. I guess I was toying with her a little bit and that wasn't fair. I liked getting her riled up but I also liked the feeling it was giving me. Thinking of how she felt about all that attention from other men. "I'm just wondering whether you think of other guys in that way. The way they think about you when they look at you?"
"And how do you know what they think about when they look at me?" she asked, putting a hand on her curvy hip.
I laughed out loud and that made some of the other guests at the party look over to see what the commotion was about. I waved away their attention before turning back to Keira. "You are so deliciously naive sometimes," I said, leaning in for a kiss.
"What? I'm not naive!" she snapped.
"Baby, if you don't know that every single guy you meet is thinking about sex all of the time then yes, you are officially naive."
Concern furrowed her brow. "They are?"
I let out a little smirk again. "Yeah. They are. All those guys that were looking at you as you walked through the room? They had one thing on their minds. Fucking you."
Keira gasped and covered her hand with her mouth. Then, slowly, carefully, she turned back to look at some of the guys that had been checking her out as she walked across the room. I could tell she was thinking about it as she looked at them. She was thinking of the fact that when they'd been looking at her, they'd been thinking of what it would be like to have sex with her. I couldn't make out from her expression exactly how she felt about it. I sure was uncomfortable in my pants, though. Thinking about her thinking about other guys was somehow driving me wild.
"Why don't you go and talk to one of them?" It was out of my mouth before I even had time to think about it, really.
She looked at me again. Again, aghast. "What?!?"
I chuckled. "I'm serious. Why don't you go over and talk to one of the guys. Or hell, just stand in the middle of the room. You'll have guys swarming you in no time. Guaranteed."
"I can't believe you're saying this Mark! I'm your girlfriend! Aren't you supposed to protect me and keep me all for yourself?" She was doing a pretty good job of concealing her excitement at what I'd suggested. I already knew her well enough then to see that she was titillated by it.
"Meh," I shrugged. "I guess it depends on what you're into."
She looked at me, a little puzzled, but not nearly as shocked this time. "What do you mean 'what you're into?'" she asked.
"I mean, what if I told you that I think it's pretty hot, seeing all those other guys looking at you."
She arched an eyebrow. "Do you?" She really seemed curious. She'd dropped the good girl act and now really wanted to find out whether this was how I really felt.
"I do, actually."
Her eyes opened wider.
My cock got hard. We were pretty sexually conservative up to that point and this felt like an exciting departure from that.
"So you're telling me that if I went out and started talking to some other guy you would...like that?" I saw her glance down at my crotch. I had my back to the room because the bulge in my pants was so tight. So no one else could see. But Keira did. Her eyes opened even wider as she realized I was for real. She looked back up at me.
I shrugged. "Can't really lie to you about it now, can I?" I said with a half-smile.
Something changed in Keira's demeanour in that moment. Her expression relaxed. Her smile looked a little more natural, a little less forced. Her shoulders, which had been a little tight, lowered and she stood up a little straighter.
I looked up and down her magnificent body. It made me realize how lucky I was to have a girl like her.
She leaned in. "So, do you want me to do it?"
"Do I want you to go and talk to some other guy?" I asked, making sure that's what she meant.
"Uh-huh," she replied, nodding.
"Hell yes," I whispered.
She bit her lower lip and smiled. Her eyes darted back and forth between both of mine. She glanced at my mouth, studying my expression to make sure I was being sincere.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Positive. I think it'd be super hot."
She giggled. She blushed. Her cheeks went a little rosy but she looked past me again, scanning the guys in the room. "Okay," she said finally.
I felt the first sweet, addictive pulse of jealous adrenaline of my life. From that moment I was hooked.
I turned to see if she'd picked one of them out. "Which one?" I asked.
"I don't know. I haven't picked one. I want to see if your theory about me standing in the center of the room will work."
"Try it. I know it will."
She looked at me again, deep into my eyes, as if she was making sure that I was sure of what I wanted. I nodded, trying to reassure her that it would be fine. She leaned in, kissed me on the cheek, then stepped around me and sauntered towards the center of the room.
It took about a minute for a guy to come up to her. He was a pretty big, pretty burly guy. Looked like football team material. Heather had a few friends who were cheerleaders and I expected he'd come with one of them. He had broad shoulders and tree trunk legs and a square jaw. Sort of a Captain USA kind of guy.
Keira started giggling as soon as he started hitting on her. I'd set myself up in an armchair with a drink so I could watch what was happening. It didn't take long for the guy to turn my way. Keira must have told him we were a thing. He frowned at me but when I lifted my glass towards him his expression changed to surprise. Keira just stood there, giggling.
He looked at her, then back at me, like he was asking if this was alright. I gave him one nod then took a sip of my drink. It was more than alright. I was more aroused than I'd ever been in my life and this was just at the sight of Keira talking to another guy.
When he saw my little 'cheers' his eyebrows went up for a moment, then he smiled. He shook his head, chuckled, then went right back to talking to Keira. Except now that he realized he was part of some game that the two of us were playing, he seemed to really ham it up. He got her laughing. Every time he said something he stepped a little closer until the two of them were not
much farther apart than the two of us had been. It was the kind of closeness reserved for couples not for people who had just met.
The sight of it had me harder than a rock.
There she was, my beautiful Keira, standing in the center of the party looking stunning. With each sip of her drink her body got a little looser, a little more easy. She began to play with her hair, twirling her wide, blonde curls. After a little more courage she started looking up and into his eyes every so often. When she laughed, she tilted her head to one side and I saw him staring at her neck as she looked away.
I knew what he was thinking. With each glance at her he was thinking of how to get closer to her. Every time he made her laugh, he knew he was getting closer to the goal with his play. Even though she'd told him we were an item, I knew he was still scheming about how to get between her legs. That's what guys did.
So I sat there watching. Now that I was the one who'd given her permission, even told her to do it, most of the jealousy was gone. Now there was just and indescribable but very visceral thrill running through me at watching Keira with this other guy. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. She was mine, I knew she was. She was only doing what I'd asked her to do, talking to this guy. But the thought that she, too, might be thinking about what it would be like being with this guy, that she, too, might be feeling something in between her legs at the possibility of something happening was unbelievably arousing.
Then, just as quickly as it had started, the whole thing ground to a halt. The plucky cheerleader Captain USA had come to the party with popped up out of nowhere, glowering at Keira and obviously making excuses for why they had to leave. Captain USA looked disappointed. Keira just waved at him as he was dragged away and giggled. Then she turned, looked at me and scurried back across the room towards me before anyone else could nab her.
"Well?" I asked as she sat next to me in a chair. "How was that?"
