Taking Her Back: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  She threw her head back and laughed. She was still holding my cock and I felt her squeeze me with her hand. "Come on," she said, "I need a shower."

  I sat on the can watching her body move through the translucent glass while she showered. "So seriously," I asked after a few minutes of silence except for the water hitting the bottom of the tub. "What was that?"

  "What was what?" she asked with a smile, sliding the shower door open a sliver and peeking out.

  "You know what. You never do anything like that."

  She slid the door shut but I could just make out by the shape of her face that she was still smiling. "I think it was just what happened at the party."

  "Really?" I asked, fresh excitement welling inside me and moving my cock.

  "Yeah. Really."

  "Well if that's what happens any time you talk to another guy, feel free to do that any time!"

  She erupted in a loud guffaw that bounced off the tiled walls. "It wasn't just that," she said, after settling down.

  "Wasn't just what?"

  "It wasn't just talking to another guy. I do that all the time. It was that I was flirting with another guy that was kind of exciting. But I don't think it would have been the same if you hadn't been there."

  "How so?"

  "Well, I would have probably run away for starters. I didn't like having all those guys staring at me at first."

  "Why?" This was the question that made my cock swell again. This was the question I needed an answer to. I had some inkling of why what Keira had done turned me on. I had no idea why it turned her on, too.

  "Well," she said, looking away to formulate her thoughts. "Attention's always nice."

  "It's not just that though, is it?"

  "No," she said, shaking her head. "It's not."

  "So? What then?"

  I heard Keira giggle. "Why do you need to know so badly all of a sudden?"

  "I'm...I'm not really sure," I replied. "It's pretty hot thinking about you with another guy."

  Keira's head popped out of the shower, her mouth hanging open at what I'd said.

  I couldn't really believe it myself. Neither of us were very kinky. Our sex life was good but pretty straight-laced. It just felt like something I couldn't keep inside. I'd never felt this excited about anything before. Being a middle class college kid in the mid-west, there wasn't a whole lot of danger in my life. This felt like it could be something dangerous. And something incredibly fun.

  "You're not serious!"

  I shrugged. I wasn't too sure myself but now that I'd said it I kind of wanted to know what she thought. "Why? Do you think you could be convinced?" I asked.

  Keira popped back into the shower, shaking her head. A long silence followed. A silence that made me more nervous with each passing second. Had I stepped over the line?

  I heard the water turn off. The door slid open and Keira's slender leg poked out of the shower. I couldn't help but stare at her toned calf then her plush thigh. My cock moved inside my pants. I heard Keira clear her throat. The sound made me look up.

  "Um, towel?" she asked, smiling.

  I passed her a towel stealing one last glance at her delicious leg before she wrapped it up. "Are you mad?" I asked.

  "Mad? About what?"

  "About what I asked you just now."

  She wrapped the towel around her body and narrowed her eyes. "I can't tell if you're joking or what?" she scrunched her nose.

  "Nope. Not joking." My heart was pounding inside my chest. She didn't seem mad. She seemed like she was actually considering the possibility!

  "You would actually get excited at watching me be with another guy?"

  I caught my breath at her words. Hearing her say it was so arousing! My cock was already hard.

  "You liked it, right? You liked talking to Captain USA?"

  "Who? Oh!" Keira erupted in a guffaw. "His name was Rick. Yeah. That was fun."

  Even just that. Even just the thought that Keira had had fun talking to another guy was getting me all worked up. My cock hardened and all I could think about was getting Keira into bed and convincing her to go another round. She stepped towards the mirror in her towel, picked up her toothbrush and squeezed some paste out of the tube onto it.

  "Would you do it again?" I asked.

  She looked at my reflection in the mirror. "You're really into this, huh?"

  What could I say? I really was. I nodded.

  She shook her head, rinsed out her mouth and put the toothbrush back. Then she turned around and looked me square in the eye. "Mark. Talking to a guy is one thing. Actually...getting with him? While you watch?" she sounded incredulous. "Fantasies are fun in your mind. Sometimes that changes when they turn real. Have you thought about how into this you really are?"

  It was a good question. I began to wonder exactly how far I'd want something like this to go. While it had been exciting to watch Keira flirting with Rick, would it be as exciting if she kissed him? The thought sent a bolt of adrenaline shooting through me that ended in a knot in my gut.

  "What was that?" she asked.

  "Huh?"

  "What were you thinking about right then? Your face changed."

  "Uh...I was...I was thinking about what it would be like to watch you kiss Captain USA."

  The smile faded from Keira's lips. She was still looking at me but now she looked much less playful and much more serious. She studied my face for a few moments. "Would you want something like that to happen?" she asked, her voice a little lower as she stepped closer towards me.

  I couldn't really tell what she was thinking. Was it a good serious or a bad serious mood? "I...I think I would." Just saying it, just admitting it to her sent another bolt of nerves through me, twisting my insides even more and making my cock harden at the same time. I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Was it that she was mine? Was it the transgression that made it so hot?

  The thing was I didn't want her to cheat on me, although that would be pretty hot too. I wanted to be there. I wanted to see her do it. I wanted to see her having a good time, maybe even get into it with her. All of that put together made the proposition intensely erotic.

  "You think you would?" She was still serious and she was almost whispering now. Her eyes danced around my face trying to make out whether I meant what I was saying.

  "Look, don't get me wrong. I don't want you going out and sleeping with the first guy you meet on the street."

  She opened her mouth in mock surprise and gave me a playful slap on the shoulder. "Mark!"

  It lightened the mood a bit and I was glad for that. It suddenly felt like this was all on me. Like I was the one that would be responsible for whatever happened, for how this whole thing played out. I didn't want that. If something like this was going to happen I wanted it to be about both of us.

  "I guess I mean...I don't know...would you consider doing something like that?"

  Keira looked down and bit her lip. She thought about it for a few moments before answering. "You know I'm not really that kind of girl, to be sleeping around or whatever. Besides I'd be worried that I'd hurt you. I know you say it's all hot in your mind but...I don't know...don't you think fantasies have a funny way of changing when you bring them to life? What if I did something like that and it wasn't hot anymore? What if you hated it once you saw it and it, you know, broke things between us?"

  It was a good question. I thought back to the party. I thought back to how I felt when she was talking to Rick. The memory sent a third pulse of adrenaline through me. She'd looked so beautiful, so alluring in her outfit. His eyes had been all over her and I knew he'd been thinking about fucking her the whole time. It was a huge turn on and even though it made me jealous I didn't think there was any way that taking it just one step further could possibly break anything between us. I looked up at Keira. She was staring at me, her eyes expectant.

  "I don't think anything would happen if you just kissed a guy. I think I'd probably want to take it one step at a time." I saw
her body change as I said it. She took in a breath, like she needed more air suddenly. Her back straightened a little, pushing her breasts towards me beneath the towel. It was the shape of arousal. It made me even harder. "Would you do that?" I asked. "For me?"

  She only thought about it for a second. "If you really wanted me to," she whispered.

  I put my arm around her, letting my palm glide down her back and settle on the pleasantly round shelf of her ass. I pulled her towards me and pushed the towel apart with my other hand. Before she could react my fingers touched the soft down just above her pussy. It was soaked with excitement. I looked up as she gasped. "So I guess you like it too?"

  I didn't wait for her answer. It was obvious that she did. I moved my fingers deeper between her legs, spreading the wet folds of her pussy open and pushing two fingers into her cunt. She gasped again but didn't pull back. She wiggled one foot sideways, opening herself for me. As I plunged deeper into her more of her wetness came spilling out, down onto the palm of my hand. I'd never felt her like this.

  "Yeah? You like that?" I asked, inspired by her body's obvious reaction. "You like thinking of making out with Rick?"

  Her mouth opened in genuine surprise this time as she looked into my eyes. But I felt her pussy clench around my fingers and more of her juice come spilling out. It was obvious that she very much did like the thought.

  "You like thinking about his big football arms around you?"

  I felt her body shudder on my hand. She grabbed the sink to steady herself. More of her liquid oozed out.

  "Would you suck his cock? I bet he has a big cock."

  She whimpered this time as I started pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her pussy squeezed around them and I knew she was really getting off on this. That felt good but it also stirred up all that jealousy inside of me. Even though I was the one saying all this stuff it was clear that Keira was really getting of on hearing it and imagining it. She was looking at me but it looked more like she was staring through me. Like she was imagining someone else in her mind.

  "Wow, I guess you really are a little slut if you'd do that." I don't know why I said it. It just sort of came out. Even though I'd told her not to think that way about herself before, it sounded kind of hot to say it.

  Her eyes went wide. She grabbed my arm and I thought for a moment that I'd offended her and that she was going to make me stop. The opposite happened. She started pumping my arm faster so that I was finger fucking her even harder. I couldn't believe how turned on she was. I'd never seen anything like it.

  "Oh God!" She screamed it so loud I thought the neighbors were for sure going to call the cops. Her pussy squeezed tight around my fingers, as if her body didn't want to let them go from inside her. She held me deep inside for a moment then started pumping my arm again as I watched her orgasm explode across her face. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Her lips twisted in agony, her eyes closed. I could practically see the pleasure tearing through her body. Even hotter was the reason behind it. It was all because I'd called her a slut.

  And that's how it all began.

  Chapter 4

  I open the door and he's standing there. He smiles and nods. "Hi again, Mark."

  I reach out and shake his hand. "Hey Jimar. Come on in." I can't help but stare at the way his muscles stretch the tight, black t-shirt he's wearing. An electric thrill shoots through me at the thought of what those thick arms are going to be doing to Keira soon.

  This is probably the fiftieth time we've used Jimar. Keira loves him and I can't get enough of watching him between her legs. He's friendly and not aloof like some of the other bulls we've had. By now he knows our routine and goes straight upstairs. He starts taking his clothes off next to the bed as I go into the bathroom to tell Keira he's there.

  She's looking at herself in the mirror when I come in. It might be better to say she's admiring herself in the mirror. She has every right to. She looks more and more stunning with every encounter. Every time she fucks another guy it seems like it makes her more confident, more alluring. She notices me staring at her.

  "Is he here?" she asks.

  "He's here," answer, nodding.

  She smiles. She turns toward me, letting her bathrobe fall away and exposing her beautiful petite breasts and shaved pussy. She steps closer and wraps her arms around my neck. "Want to get me ready for him?" she asks.

  "Of course," I whisper in response.

  She leans in and closes her eyes. I close mine and lean closer and our lips meet in a soft and gentle kiss. My cock throbs at her touch. A part of me wants it to be over already. A part of me wants it to be over and done with so that I can have her all to myself. But the thought of how hot it's going to be watching another man fuck my wife keeps me from taking her right then and there. Even though I have to restrain myself from sitting her up on the sink and sinking into her, that's part of the pleasure. Part of the fun.

  "I haven't showered," she whispers, pulling away from our kiss.

  "He won't mind," I reply.

  "No but I do. I want to at least have a clean pussy for him."

  A burst of jealous pleasure shoots through me at what she's asking me to do. She's only done it once before, even though I told her how hot I found it afterwards.

  "Can we go into the bedroom? Or do you want to do it here?"

  She smiles a sly smile. "What do you want?" she asks.

  "I want to do it in the bedroom. The way we did it before."

  One corner of her mouth turns up even higher and she shakes her head. "My, my you are a dirty man, aren't you?" she teases.

  I don't smile back. She knows me perfectly now. She knows just the way I like it. She knows exactly what turns me on. She knows when to give me what I want and when to leave me hanging. I've never felt closer to anyone in my life.

  "Come on," she says softly, taking me by the hand and leading me out the bathroom door.

  I follow her out and watch her face as she sees Jimar. They smile at each other. It's an intimate smile, the kind of knowing smile two lovers might share across the room. Keira lets go of my hand as Jimar gets up off the bed to greet her.

  "Hey Jimar," she whispers, putting her arms around his neck as he stands up. He's been stroking himself and he's half hard. His cock is long and thick with dark veins crawling along the shaft.

  "Hey baby," he whispers back, tilting his head and leaning over Keira to kiss her. It's the same kind of kiss we just shared in the bathroom except now it's him. I watch as they play with each others tongues. My eyes dart to Keira's stiffening pink nipples. She loves his touch. She comes so hard every time he fucks her and I know her whole body is tense with anticipation.

  I love that. I love giving her to Jimar and watching how excited she gets, how aroused. I stand there staring, my own cock getting hard as I watch their lovers embrace.

  When they finish their kiss Keira looks at me out of the corner of her eye and giggles. Jimar leans lower and kisses her neck. She tilts her head for him, exposing her soft flesh then looks me straight in the eye.

  I love you, her expression says.

  I realize that I'm still in my clothes. I pull off my t-shirt and wiggle out of my jeans and boxers. My cock springs out. I stand back up and look at Keira again. She motions me towards the bed. I go, enjoying my obedience at her command. I lie down sideways across the bed and put my hands at my sides. I stare up at the ceiling for a while but after a while can't help looking at the two of them again.

  Jimar's still kissing Keira's neck. Her hand is on his cock, stroking him in long, slow strokes. He lets her do that for a while but pretty soon he's hungry for more. He wraps some of her blonde locks in a gentle fist and tugs her towards the ground.

  She smiles at him. I can tell she enjoys how commanding he is. They've been together enough that there's no awkwardness anymore between them. They know each other, know each other's bodies the way lovers do. They know each other's desires.

  Keira sinks to her knees, as obedient to
him as I am to her. She wraps her delicate white fingers around his dark, veiny shaft and brings the head of it to her lips. She pushes her tongue out and licks the tip, as if she's tasting him for the first time. She moans. It's a low and gentle moan but I know it's genuine. Keira worships black cock now and none more than Jimar's although she's had a lot.

  My cock stiffens at the sound. This might be my favorite part every time. Well, except for when I finally see him pushing himself into her. Or if she sits on my face. Ah, fuck, they're all my favorite.

  She licks him again, this time dipping beneath his shaft and licking over his glans before coming up around his head. She takes his head into her lips. Her cheeks hollow and I can see her tongue swirling around the hardening head of Jimar's cock.

  He's staring down at her. He's let go of her hair and every once in a while he tucks the strands of it that fall across her face, behind her ear. He's doing it for me. That's why we like him. He knows what everyone likes. He's a considerate guy.

  I watch Keira take more of him inside her mouth. She's been working on her deep-throating with Jimar. She can take about three quarters of him now. She stops. I see her gag, her belly bouncing as her throat clenches around his cock. Jimar doesn't move. He lets her go at her own pace. She pulls off, gasping for air. A stringy strand of spit and bile swings between her lips and the shiny head of Jimar's wet cock.

  "Come on baby," he says. "I think you can take all of it today. You gettin' good at this."

  She's pumping him now, eyeing his cock like she's hungry for his cum already. "I don't know baby," she replies, looking up and into his dark eyes. "I could barely get that much inside."

  "You want some help?" he asks.

  Keira smiles. "I want you to feel good," she replies.

  Jimar doesn't answer. Instead, he puts one hand on her head, the other on her jaw.

  My insides twist as I realize what's about to happen. My cock bounces in the air. I clench my jaw as I watch Keira put her hands on Jimar's thighs and open her mouth.

  He guides her mouth onto his cock. Holding her head in one place with both hands, he starts pushing his hips towards her. I watch as her mouth fills with his dark cock. When he's half-way in, he pauses, letting her breathe her last few breaths through her nose before he pushes himself inside.