Taking Her Back: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  The room went hot and felt like it started to spin. I couldn't tear my eyes away even though I was supposed to be staring at my computer screen. This was Keira, my Keira, kissing another guy in front of my eyes again. I thought it was going to be over soon. I thought that because they were in a coffee shop, working behind the counter that they might be a little embarrassed of making out in front of a customer. They didn't seem to mind, though. At least he didn't. The kiss went on and on and I stared as their jaws moved and they pressed their tongues into each other's mouths.

  When Keira lifted her arm I thought it was going to be to push him away. Instead she put her slender fingers on the back of his neck, pulling him closer towards her.

  That was when I noticed the incredible ache between my legs. My cock was completely stiff, throbbing in my pants from watching their intimate moment.

  His hand moved. He put it on her hip and let it slide up her body. My eyes went wide as his strong palm settled on the curve of her breast, kneading it through her shirt.

  Jealousy and lust twisted together inside me. My Keira was kissing another guy in front of me. Shouldn't I stand up? Shouldn't I defend what was mine? Shouldn't I walk over there and tell him to get his hands off her and take her home with me?

  Even if I'd actually wanted to do that I don't think I could have. I don't think there's any way I could have stood up from that chair. It felt like I was frozen to it and burning up in it at the same time. It was so incredibly hot watching Keira be that intimate with another guy. All I could do was watch.

  When the kiss finally ended, when he pulled away and she stepped back something even more intense happened. They didn't look away from each other the way some people do when they first kiss, embarrassed by what's just happened. No. They continued to stare at each other, gazing deep into each other's eyes like they couldn't get enough of each other.

  It was even worse and even better than watching them kiss. The pain was deeper, that Keira might feel an actual connection with this guy and somehow that made it hotter, too.

  Then he leaned in. He leaned towards her and I thought he was going to kiss her again but he didn't. Instead he put his lips close to her ear and I saw him whisper something. He stood up and stared at her, waiting for an answer.

  Suddenly I felt like I had to do something. I felt a rush of courage and strength and I felt like I had to interject, like I had to do something to be part of their moment. Keira just felt too far from me, like she was out of my orbit completely and even though I didn't want to ruin what was happening I had to do something to get her back.

  I pushed my chair back, stood up and with wobbly legs, walked towards the counter. "Um, excuse me?"

  Damien looked at me. Then Keira did. Our eyes met. She looked just as thrilled and just as terrified as I felt.

  "Where's your bathroom?"

  Damien pointed to the corner, towards the large arrow with the word "WASHROOMS" in bright red letters beneath it. "Just right over there."

  My face flushed as I realized what a terrible excuse that had been to come over. Did he think I was an idiot? Did he suspect something? I glanced at Keira again. Her expression had changed and she looked...was it calmer? There was definitely mischief in her eyes. I didn't want to stare too long and there was nothing I could say so I just...nodded.

  Why the hell did I do that?!? What would she take it to mean? Would she think that it was okay to go further with this guy? Not that that would happen here, but we hadn't really talked about a game plan afterwards. Just that we would meet back at my place. What if she thought I meant that she could go out with him? What if she thought I meant she could...do more?

  "Uh, you okay bud?" Damien's voice tore me from my thoughts and made me realize I was still standing at the counter staring at Keira.

  "Uh yeah. Sorry," I mumbled as I walked away towards the restroom.

  "You think that guy's alright?" I heard Damien ask.

  "Yeah. He's alright," Keira replied.

  I scurried into the bathroom and closed the door. At least in here I could think. But no matter how much I thought I couldn't think of a good solution to my problem. Things weren't supposed to go this way. Things were supposed to have gone a lot slower than this. I was just supposed to have come and watched the two of them chatting and flirting. I had no idea he was going to kiss her. I felt unprepared. It felt like we were both unprepared.

  Idiot.

  I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. With shaking hands I began to type.

  No fooling around. Not tonight.

  I jabbed at the SEND button and the message was sent off with a swish. I flushed the toilet, in case they could hear it and Damien got suspicious of what I was doing in there. I washed my hands and stepped back into the coffee shop. I rounded the corner expecting to see the two of them standing there. The bottom dropped out of my stomach. They were gone.

  I shuffled back to my seat. What the hell?!? Who leaves their counter unattended while the restaurant's still open? Where the hell could they be?!? The answer came as I looked up and past my computer screen. It felt like someone punched me in the gut.

  Keira was perched on one of the high tables in the kitchen. Damien was standing in front of her, in between her legs. They were kissing again. That didn't make me feel as bad this time. What felt terrible was the sight of his hand disappearing beneath her skirt. Not only were they kissing but he was fingering her!

  My mind started to race but I wasn't able to keep up with my own thoughts. That same feeling that I'd had before kept me riveted to my seat and screamed at me to run up and interrupt. Another guy had his fingers in between Keira's legs. My Keira's legs. Not just that but she looked like she actually liked it!

  She had her hand on the back of his neck, the same way she had when he first kissed her. Her other hand was on the table beside her, holding her up enough so that she could gyrate her hips. I wasn't sure whether he was actually inside her or just rubbing her but from the way she was moving she really liked it.

  I sat in stunned silence, clutching at the table and watching the muscles in Damien's arm and the muscles in Keira's legs move in time together. She started moving faster. I could tell her body was getting ready. Her body was getting ready to come!

  She opened her eyes. She looked up into his intense and even stare. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened. She breathed the tiniest whisper of a whimper. Her body went taut.

  That's when I knew he was actually inside her because I saw his arm start to pump. Staring at her agonized expression he set his jaw, intent on giving her the best orgasm he could.

  The whole place seemed to sink into a deep silence. Silent except for the sticky sound of Damien's fingers slipping in and out of Keira's messy, wet cunt.

  She shuddered. Then I saw the smallest spurt of clear juice pulse from in between her legs and sprinkle on the floor.

  My jaw dropped. Damien had made her squirt her come. Something I had never done.

  Chapter 10

  When I open the door I see Keira standing there, smiling. Jimar's standing behind her. A ripple of cold jealousy moves through me. She's not supposed to be with other guys without me around. But it's Jimar. I'm happy that he's back. He's such a good guy. When he steps forward my heart jumps. There's someone behind him. Just as big and just as black.

  "Honey?"

  I look down at Keira.

  "I have a surprise for you." She's smiling as she takes my hand and leads me into the living room.

  "What's going on?" I ask, craning my neck to look behind me at the other guy.

  "Jimar picked me up from work today. Is that okay?"

  I feel another pang of jealousy. She's not supposed to have anything to do with other guys when I'm not around. I look at her. She looks contrite. "I'd rather you didn't do it again," I say, trying not to sound too hurt.

  "I won't," she replies, leaning up to kiss me. "I'm sorry."

  "But...who's the other guy?"

  Keira smiles. "That's the
thing, he was waiting outside the office with his friend Kivon. Said he was just in the neighborhood and that they could give me a ride. It was nicer than taking the train home. I won't do it again, though. If you don't like it. I won't do it again." She nods to show me she's being earnest.

  I sigh. I feel better about it but I know it'll bounce around in my mind for a while. "Okay, but why are they here? I mean I know why Jimar's here but...what about the other guy?"

  Keira pulls me toward the couch and sits me down. "That's the thing," she says quietly. "I was...wondering. If maybe you'd want to try?"

  "Try? Try what?"

  She looks down at her lap and smooths the wrinkles in her skirt. Then she looks back up at me. Her eyes are hopeful. They remind me of what they looked like when she let me come inside her throat. "I just thought it would be kind of fun to, you know, try with two of them?"

  A bolt of nerves runs through me and settles deep inside my core. We haven't talked about this. It's a strange way for her to bring it up. "Why didn't you ask me sooner?"

  "Well, I don't know," Keira shrugs. "It never came up."

  "Is this something you've been thinking about? Have you been wanting to do this for a while?"

  "I...I guess I've thought about it. But not in any serious way. I just thought I'd ask because, you know, they picked me up. That's how it kind of came up."

  I look away. Looking at Keira doesn't make it easy to think. She's too distracting. I wonder if I want to do this. I've never really thought about it myself. It's not really a huge turn on, seeing her with two guys. I wonder why it might be for her. I guess it's different for women. They probably like the attention of two men on them. I look back at Keira. She has an earnest but hopeful expression.

  "Why do you want to do it?" I ask.

  "I really think it'll be fun," she replies. "Can you imagine," she leans closer and whispers, "seeing two men's loads come spilling out my pussy?"

  That's when I know she has me. She always knows exactly what to say. Knows exactly which of my buttons to press when she needs to bend my will a little.

  "Will you..." I trail off, not wanting to say it in case the answer brings disappointment. I look down at the ground.

  "Will I let you come inside me?" she asks, smiling. She lifts my chin with her finger and looks into my eyes. "Of course."

  The thought of stuffing myself into Keira's used, stretched pussy, gushing with cum makes the decision for me.

  "Okay," I say quietly.

  Keira's mouth breaks into a smile. "Oh baby, I love you," she says, pressing her forehead against mine.

  "I love you too, beautiful. I love you too."

  I bristle a little at seeing the boys already getting undressed when we get upstairs. Like it was foregone conclusion. Like I didn't even need to be asked. But I push that all back as I see how excited Keira is.

  "Hey Mark? This is Kivon," Jimar says, waving at his friend.

  "Hey," I say, shaking his meaty black paw. I don't know why I don't look him in the eye. Something about him is more...intimidating that Jimar. I feel a little uneasy about the whole thing but I push that away, too. I look at Keira. She's already getting undressed. She looks over at me.

  "Oh honey, I'm sorry," she says with a pout. "Come here. I got a little ahead of myself."

  I step towards her, glad that she remembered. I love undressing her for her lovers. I love getting her ready. She puts a hand behind my head as I pull off her jacket and throw it on the dresser. I begin unbuttoning her blouse. She brings me closer for a kiss.

  "I love you," she whispers.

  I look up into her eyes. She looks so happy. "I love you too." I glance back. Jimar and Kivon are both standing behind me naked, two dark towers of muscle. They're stroking their cocks and watching as I undress my wife.

  "Hey," Keira says, regaining my attention. "Remember what we talked about?" she asks with a slight smile.

  What we talked about. What we talked about? I catch my breath and my blood runs cold. Now I remember what we talked about. "You..."

  Keira bites her plump lower lip and nods. "I took it out last week and didn't put it back in."

  She's talking about the ring she uses for birth control. That's what we talked about. We talked about how hot it would be if she fucked someone completely unprotected. Completely bare.

  "Are you sure?" I ask as quietly as I can to try and keep the men from hearing.

  "If you are?"

  I'm sure. My cock is already hard from just thinking about it. All that seed. All that black seed they're going to pump into her pussy. All that black seed swimming up inside her, driving towards her fertile womb. What if it takes root? What if it makes her belly swell? My cock throbs at each of the thoughts and my fingers fumble with the buttons.

  "I'm sure," I reply.

  She smiles wider. I lean forward and kiss her forehead. I lift her blouse back and over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. I look down as I take it off to watch her breasts spill out. Her pink nipples are stiff already. I sink onto my knees in front of her.

  Smiling, Keira cups her breast with one hand and pushes it towards me, offering herself to me. She loves having her nipples sucked and it makes her so wet. We do this almost every time.

  I unzip her skirt first, letting it fall to the ground. Then I take her taut nipple into my mouth and start to suck.

  "Oh sweetie," she moans, pulling me closer to her chest. "That feels so good."

  I let my hand sweep up the inside of her legs until I'm touching her crotch. The dampness inside her panties is starting to seep through the tights she's wearing. But it's not just me. It can't be. I only started touching her. I know what it is. She's excited by the two guys behind me. The two big black guys that will soon be inside her. Stuffing their cocks deep and filling her with seed.

  She hooks her thumbs into the elastic of her tights and pushes them down. She leans over and kisses me as she does. She smiles. She shakes her head slightly, nuzzling her tip of her nose against mine. Then she takes a step back and sits down on the bed.

  As she spreads her legs she crooks a finger, beckoning me close. I crawl to her on my hands and knees, honouring my princess the way any good subject would. She doesn't have to tell me what she wants. It's what she always wants. She wants me to kiss her sex to make her ready for her lover. Lovers, this time.

  I'm always eager to do it and today is no exception. She hasn't had the chance to shower after coming home from work and her pussy is a little filthy from her sweaty underwear. That's the way I like it. I inhale deeply letting the smell tickle my nose. My cock hardens at the thought that soon that smell will be a taste in my mouth.

  She puts a hand on my cheek. She's looking down at me with a benevolent smile as she draws me even closer between her legs. I push my tongue out just as my lips touch her sex. The first salty taste of her pussy makes me shiver with delight.

  I hear the two men standing behind me chuckling. Are they laughing at me? I don't care. I look up to see that Keira is smiling at them. Her juices come in, coating my tongue. I lap them up. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

  Now she's pushing me away. She gets up on the bed. On all fours. She looks over at Jimar and Kivon. She raises her eyebrows, beckoning them over. Then she looks at me again. "Baby," she whispers. "Can you lick my ass?"

  I scramble up and have my hands on her ass before Jimar is by the bed. Her pussy's glistening with wetness and her back hole is puckered and tight. I look up to see her stroking Jimar's cock and staring up into his eyes. He's looking down at her the way he always does with that measured, even gaze.

  I bend forward. The dank odour of her ass hole mixes with the smell of her stale sweat. I'm almost shaking with excitement. I look up. She's just about to take Jimar into her mouth. I stick my tongue out and press it against the flesh between her pussy and her ass hole. I lick up in a long, slow sweep, savouring her musk.

  Chapter 11

 
; I don't remember much about how I got home after the scene at the coffee shop. I remember slamming my laptop shut. I remember the way the two of them looked over at me. I remember the shame and humiliation that washed over me at what I'd just seen.

  Keira's eyelids were heavy and her head seemed to sway slightly from side to side. Damien just stood there staring at me. As if it were me that had done something inappropriate and not them.

  The way home was a blur of headlights and streetlights. As my mind raced to parse what had happened, to organize some of the terrifying emotions that were racing through me I somehow stumbled through the streets and managed to find my way home. I slammed the door and collapsed on the couch, panting.

  Keira, my girlfriend, the girl I was pretty sure I was in love with, had just cheated on me in front of my eyes. Not just a kiss. She'd let another man put his fingers inside her pussy and make her come. In a fucking public place! Every time I thought about it it made me reel all over again.

  But beneath the steady current of jealousy and pain, my cock throbbed each time I thought about what had happened. Another man's fingers had been inside Keira's pussy. I had watched it happen. Even the thought of her exposing herself to him made lust pulse through my veins. Was there something wrong with me? How the hell could I find that hot?!?

  Before any of this had happened I'd wondered if I could ever get over watching Keira with someone else. Watching it happened had seemed to turn the question on its head. Could I ever get enough?

  Despite the conflicting emotions the anger I felt that she'd made the decision to do that herself was still quite strong.

  A knock at the door. Keira's voice, muffled behind the heavy wood. "Mark! Are you in there?!? Let me in!" More banging.

  I sat there staring at the door and wondering what to do. Did I let her in? Did I even want to see her? Why did it feel like a betrayal, what she'd done? We'd talked about it. I thought we had it all sorted out. I thought I had it all sorted out. Obviously not.