Taking Her Back: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  And he loves it.

  He smiles. He teases her some more, letting the thick, dark head of his cock press against her soft flesh just enough to feel like he's going inside. When her mouth opens in a silent moan, he pulls back, smiling even wider at her disappointment. Maybe he's getting her back for her little quip but probably not. Jimar's a great guy.

  Then it's happening. My eyes go wide as I see him rise a little, point his dark python at her little pink puss, then drive himself inside.

  She cries out. It stings, hearing that sound. I love the way it stings. I love how lost she is in the moment. How lost she is in the feeling of another man pushing himself inside.

  Jimar slides in with a sticky, wet sloshing sound. I watch as a third of his cock disappears inside Keira, then half. There's a moment, when he's about three quarters of the way in that she brings her hand up onto his arms. She opens her eyes. He stops.

  "I don't think I can this time," she whispers. I'm not sure if she really thinks that or if it's just part of the act. Keira's become so good at the act. She does it all for me.

  Jimar smiles. Maybe he's in on it, too. Maybe he knows she's saying it for me. I don't care. He's good at what he does, too. It's all part of the fun. He sets his jaw and puts a big, black paw on her dainty breast. Then he piles the rest of his huge cock into her to the sound of her screaming for mercy.

  I see her pussy spurt a tiny gush of clear fluid. It trickles down, coating the hole of her ass.

  My own cock is bouncing and throbbing between my naked legs. I love this feeling and I hate it at the same time. The time where I'm not sure whether Keira will invite me up onto the bed or leave me waiting until her lover leaves. We decided it would be fun for her to be in charge of this and it is. It's also incredibly agonizing, needing to come so badly and not knowing when it will happen.

  Jimar isn't a gentle lover but he's not rough like some of the others have been. He saws into her at a good, steady rhythm, making sure to watch what feels good. It's why she's had him back so many times. It's hard to find the perfect guy. Jimar's pretty close.

  She starts to mewl again as her body begins to crest towards another orgasm. The moment I've been waiting for. She looks over at me. She nods.

  I scramble up onto the bed, so grateful for her attention. I lie down next to her and she reaches down and wraps her soft and delicate fingers around my throbbing rod. "Tell me," I whisper. I love it when she talks to me about how it feels.

  "Oh fuck Mark, his cock feels so good inside me," she whines. Her hand starts pumping my cock and I can feel my cum start to move from my balls, into my hard shaft.

  The sloppy sounds of Jimar thrusting into her tight pussy fill the room. I can feel each push he makes into her through her hand. She squeezes me every time he buries his dark shaft deep inside her womb. She's lost in the feeling but still tending to me with her hand. I wonder if Jimar is going to fill her pussy with his seed or if he'll pull himself out and splatter his creamy spunk across her face and chest. Or...

  He's done it once. One time he pulled out and rammed his cock into her ass just as he was about to come. She didn't expect it and it made her scream. I wasn't on the bed that time. I was kneeling on the floor and I got to watch his black cock disappear inside the tight and puckered hole of her ass. Then I watched as his sack tightened and his seeding muscle spewed its load deep inside her ass. He went balls deep except for a tiny part of his root. I had the perfect view of his cock pulsing inside her as she moaned. Maybe he'll do that again today.

  I look down her body. She's sweaty and her nipples are hard. She's writhing on the bed. Jimar's picked up speed and I can tell he's getting ready to come, too. The thought of another man shooting his seed deep into my wife's body fills me with warmth and pushes me to the precarious edge of an orgasm. I groan. She opens her eyes and looks over.

  "Come on baby, let me feel you come!" she says, urgency in her eyes. Her hand pumps me harder. For a moment she's forgotten about her own pleasure and is focused on mine. Her attention sends me careening over the edge and I shout as I come, spunk flying from the tip of my cock and making a sticky, white mess on the red sheets of the bed. She smiles.

  "That's a good boy," she purrs, stroking out the remnants of my pleasure until there's nothing left. I lean in and kiss her on the lips.

  "I love you," I whisper.

  Another smile. "I love you too. Go. Go and watch."

  She knows how much I love to see it. One more kiss and I scramble off the bed. She turns back to Jimar, gazing into his dark eyes as she gets close to her own climax. Her hands drift up the rippling muscles of his arms. I see her shudder. Her mouth opens in a silent moan.

  "Oh shit!" Jimar grunts through clenched teeth. He's going to come. He's going to come inside my wife.

  Her orgasm starts first. Her toes curl and I see the pleasure tense the muscles in her thighs, then curve her spine as she comes off the bed. "Oh God, yes Jimar! Yes!" she cries.

  Even in my spent and hazy state I feel the icy prick of jealousy kiss my gut. This is my woman, my Keira. Coming because she's stuffed full of another man's cock. I don't think about it long. Jimar starts to come.

  With Keira screaming in pleasure Jimar slows, his mighty shaft, coated in her juices, gliding in and out of the tight, pink band of her stretched cunt. I see his balls come up. I see his cock pulse. He groans as the first blast of cum shoots into my wife. I can tell she's sliding off the other end of her orgasm, back from the sky she looks up at him and smiles.

  "Oh yeah Jimar, give me all that come," she whispers, her hands gliding along his arms.

  He does. The words send his body slamming against hers as he fills her with his potent seed. He's half-animal now, not in control of what he's doing just fucking. The job his body was made for. Fucking and pumping her full of his seed. Soon the sticky white mess starts to ooze out of her and I can't help but watch. It comes seeping from in between his cock and the folds of her pussy, trickling down her ass the way her juices did, then staining the sheets a darker red as it lands on the bed.

  She caresses him as his thrusts slow, coaxing the last of his gift from him and into herself. She looks so happy, so thrilled at what he's done. She looks at him with love in her eyes.

  I shudder but my cock has already started to get hard again. If she's not too sore I know she'll let me in again, too.

  Jimar leans down and kisses her on the lips. She kisses him back and puts her arms around his neck. This is the part that's always the hardest to watch. It feels so...intimate. So personal. But I stare at them nonetheless, unable to tear my eyes away from their shared moment. When he finally starts to pull himself out, my gaze snaps to her pussy to see the aftermath of what he's dumped inside her spill out.

  It comes spewing out in a thick, white torrent as the head of his black cock pops out. It's a yellowish-white color and the room fills with the stench of his spunk. He gets up off the bed and walks quietly to the corner to pick up his clothes. As soon as he's off her I'm moving towards her, climbing up the bed and in between her legs. God I hope she's not too sore.

  "Oh baby," she says, smiling and chuckling, "I think that was a little much. Rain check?" I feel her soft hand on my cheek, caressing away my disappointment.

  "It's okay," I lie. I don't mind it but I really feel like I need to release again. I really feel the need to make her mine. I roll off of her and to one side. She rolls the other way and I curl up, spooning her and wrapping my arms around my wife. I can tell she's already drifting off to sleep.

  "I love you," I whisper again.

  "Mmmm," she purrs with a smile. "I love you too."

  I feel her drift off to sleep. My cock aches and throbs against her soft, round ass.

  Chapter 7

  After she kissed the guy at the party nothing happened for a long time. We had amazing sex. We fantasized about her with other men. It was kind of like falling in love. Keira and I had always liked each other. We did tell each other that we loved each o
ther. But we'd never had that feverish, lusty start to our relationship that some people do. This fantasy that we shared, of watching Keira with another man, seemed to ignite that between us.

  We texted constantly when we were away from each other in class or at work. We'd send messages about our fantasy. Our whole world began to revolve around indulging in our new found naughtiness.

  Then, after a while a bit of the buzz wore off. For me anyways. I was still into it, sure, but I realized that what I was really into, was Keira. Every day we spent together made me fall more and more in love with her. I don't know when I figured out that she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but I did. One day I just knew.

  Keira, on the other hand, could not let it go. She would talk about it constantly, being with another guy. She would bring it up in bed all the time. She would bring it up whenever we spent time together. It was like she'd become obsessed with the idea.

  For the most part I was okay with it. I was okay with her talking about it. I was okay with how wet it made her. I was okay with how jealous and hot it made me. There was a certain irritation that sprouted. When I'd brought it up at the party that first time, when she'd gone and talked to that guy, I felt empowered. It was a thrill to tell her to go do something like that and for her to do it. Now that she was droning on about it I sort of wondered why?

  Was I not enough for her? Was she thinking about other guys all the time? Sure if I woke up at night, horny and unable to sleep it would always get me off fast. But Keira asking and wondering and talking about what it would be like with another man had really started rubbing me the wrong way. One night I'd had enough.

  "So?" she asked, her hand snaking beneath the sheets to find me hard. "Who should we talk about tonight?"

  For the first time it made my cock soften instead of the other way around.

  "What's wrong?" She let go of me and propped herself up on an elbow. She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and eyed me with a worried frown.

  I sighed. I didn't mean to be dramatic. It just sort of came out. "Keira..." I'd never outright said it. I'd never told her to stop talking about it. It seemed like this might be the right time. "I know I was really into this in the beginning. I know I made you go and talk to that guy. I just, I've been thinking about something you said a while back."

  "What?" Her voice sounded tight. It wasn't shaping up to be a good evening.

  "You remember you said that maybe fantasies might not be as fun in real life as they are in my head?"

  She waited a moment before answering. Like she wished she might not have said that. "Yeah."

  I couldn't look at her. I knew she was feeling hurt already. I knew she'd feel worse. I had to say it, though. "I think that might be the case here. I think, maybe this is just better left in my head. You know?"

  Silence. Then Keira laid back down.

  I knew there wasn't much chance to change her mood but I decided to try. I rolled onto my side and kissed her cheek. She forced a weak smile.

  "I'm sorry. I didn' mean to make you feel bad."

  "No, it's fine."

  It wasn't. But I knew it wasn't getting resolved that night.

  After that night I didn't hear about it anymore. She woke up the next morning in a good mood. We had sex before going to class. Exams came, then summer jobs. Life got busy and started seeing less of each other. I tried my best to make time but Keira got a job at a coffee shop and often worked late. It felt like we were drifting apart.

  I couldn't help but feel like I'd driven a stake into our relationship. That I'd somehow turned Keira off. So when she did bring it up one last time, as we were lying on the beach one weekend, it felt like an opportunity. A way to make things right again.

  "Do you think you could take it if I fooled around with another guy?"

  The question came so out of the blue that it took me completely by surprise. I sat up on the towel we were sunbathing on and just sort of stared at her for a while.

  "It's okay," she said after I hadn't said anything. "You don't have to. I just thought I'd ask." She put her sunglasses back on and lay back down, looking up at the sky.

  "No, it's not that," I finally managed after the shock had worn off. "I guess I just didn't expect you to say that. That's all."

  "Oh," she said, and shrugged.

  "I mean, do you want to do that? Is that what you want?" My insides were churning. It felt like this was some kind of moment of truth. It felt like this would make or break us. Like if I said "yes" we would go back to being that couple we'd been. Back to feeling in love. Back to seeing each other all the time.

  She propped herself back up on her elbows, looked at me and smiled. "Mark, it's okay. I just, you know, wanted to ask."

  "Well do you want that?" I realized I sounded a little panicked but I couldn't help it. Suddenly my heart was racing and it felt a little difficult to get enough breath. I wanted to give Keira what she wanted. But thinking about actually doing it brought up all the fear and doubt of what it would do to me. What it would do to us.

  "I don't know. Don't you think it'd be fun?" And there was that smile. I realized in that moment I hadn't seen her smile like that for a long time. It was a smile with just one corner of her mouth. A devious smile. A dangerous smile. A smile that asked "what if?"

  I shrugged, still not sure what to say. "I guess, I just...I just wonder why you want to do this so badly? Is this not doing it for you?" I waved a hand back and forth between us.

  "Oh gosh, Mark, no!" She shot up off the beach towel with wide eyes. "Mark, is that what you thought? Is that why you wanted me to stop talking about it? Because you thought that...that I wasn't satisfied?!?"

  I flipped my palms up. "I mean, come on Keira, you were so into it. Of course the thought crossed my mind."

  "Oh Mark, I'm so sorry! If I had known..."

  What? She never finished her sentence and it made me wonder what she would have done, had she known. Maybe I should have just told her that to start with? Maybe this whole thing was a big misunderstanding because I just didn't communicate well enough.

  She sighed. "You know what? Forget I said anything. Let's just forget any of this ever happened." She started to lie back down.

  Was this going to be it? Was this going to be the end of things between us? It felt like something big was happening and I still had a chance to change course. The moment was slipping away quickly.

  "No wait!" I practically shouted. "Wait," I said again and cleared my throat. "I just...it's a little weird for me, you know?"

  "Weird? Weird how?"

  "It's...it's a fine line. Between being jealous about it and thinking it's hot."

  Keira looked at me with squinty eyes. "You're the one that started all this, remember?"

  "I know, I know," I replied. "It's just...it's different when you bring it up."

  Keira's expression clouded over. "Well that's why I said don't worry about it," she said, suddenly irritated.

  "I want to worry about it. I want to know. If it's something you're really into then let's talk. Do you think about it a lot?"

  She looked away but her mood seemed to lighten. Her shoulders relaxed. She turned to look at me again and nodded.

  "Okay. Like how much is a lot?"

  "Like...all the time."

  A bolt of jealousy shot through me. All the time?!? Keira thought about being with other men all the time? "See, when you say something like that...you sure this has nothing to do with me? Me being shit in the sack?"

  Keira rolled her eyes and set her jaw. "Mark, I already told you it has nothing to do with that," she snapped.

  "Okay! Okay! Just checking. I'm sorry. So actually all of the time?" I asked.

  Another eye roll. A little friendlier this time. "Not all of the time. But a lot."

  "Okay. Give me an example."

  Keira's expression went a little naughty. "Sometimes when I'm masturbating."

  Masturbating?!? Not that it should have been that shocking.
"You masturbate?"

  Keira burst out laughing and covered her mouth. It took a minute for her little fit to die down. "Don't you?"

  "Well, yeah but, I'm a guy."

  "Oh my God, where are you from, the fifties? Girls masturbate, you know?"

  "Yeah...I guess I know." It really shouldn't have bothered me. Of course women masturbated, I knew that. The thought of Keira masturbating while thinking about being with another man, while I wasn't involved, sharpened the knife of jealousy that was cutting into my gut.

  "Look," she said with a certain finality, "forget I brought it up."

  Somehow it seemed like something was closing between us. Like if I didn't seize the moment it was going to be lost forever. I thought of all the reasons I'd brought this up in the first place. We were young. It wasn't like this was a choice that would be forever. We could try things, experiment, then if they didn't work out we could just go back to the way things were before.

  "Okay!" I blurted out.

  "Okay?"

  "Okay let's try it. Let's try to do...more."

  This made her laugh again but she wiggled closer to me and that reassured me that everything was alright. "Mark, you're so funny!" she said with a playful slap. "I'm serious, it's no big deal if you don't want to do anything, I just thought that since it made things so, you know, hot, it would be a fun thing to try!"

  "No, I know. I think so too. It's just...like I said, it's a funny balance of being jealous and turned on. I want to do it though. Except...how? You aren't just going to go to a party and, you know, fuck some guy? Are you?"

  Keira bit her lip and frowned. "Not exactly, no."

  "What do you mean 'not exactly?'"

  "Well..."

  And that's when I realized Keira already had a plan. Keira had already thought of some way to hook up with another guy. She'd been thinking about this so much that she'd actually put a plan together. Without me. That drove the jealousy deep into my stomach. It took every ounce of will power I had not to freak out at her. I knew that if I did, she'd just end up pissed. I pushed the feeling away with a smile. "Okay. Go on." I managed to say, my voice faltering a bit. If she noticed, she didn't let on.