Taking Her Back: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  Keira screams. Then her expression melts as he drives his shaft into her bowels.

  For the first time since this all started, she looks at me. She turns her head and stares right into my eyes. It's the look I've been waiting for. The look I've been hoping for. The look I've been praying she would give me. It's a pained and pleading look. A look that says thank-you and I'm sorry and I love you all at the same time. It's a look she's never given them. Even when their cocks are stuffed deep inside her I've never seen her look at them like that.

  My throat tightens.

  Don't start fucking crying, you sissy.

  And she doesn't break our stare. As the two of them start to rock back and forth, rubbing inside her she keeps looking at me. Even as she nears her orgasm, she doesn't break our gaze. As her tiny, white body begins to twitch with pleasure between the two dark masses of muscle rutting into her, she holds her eyes on mine.

  This is why. This is what I've been after. Through all this madness this is the most fulfilling moment for me. It's not about Keira fucking other men. It's not about me watching or her getting off. It's not about any fetish or kink or any of that stuff.

  This is about us. This is about us trying something and not breaking because of it. This is about us living the way we want to live. Not the way other people tell us that we should. This is about us trusting each other enough to know that things are going to be okay. I never would have felt any of that if we hadn't done this. I never would have known what it is to love someone so completely that I can let them do what Keira's doing now.

  Her body shudders from the climax. She keeps staring at me.

  I love you.

  She mouths the words but it means more to me than anything she's ever said out loud.

  I love her too. Now it feels like there are only two of us in the room. Even though Jimar and Kivon are still jutting into her it feels like we're alone. Her body moves back and forth between them. Kivon finishes first, inside her ass. He rides up, shifting her weight towards Jimar. When he pulls his cock out his seed spills from her. I can only see it out of the corner of my eye. I'm still staring at her. She's still staring back.

  Then Jimar groans. She's still staring at me as he does. I know he's unloading his seed into her. My breath quickens at the thought that he might be shoving all that cum deep inside her unprotected pussy.

  What if it takes?

  It makes me hard but I don't stop looking into her eyes.

  Jimar's coming off his orgasm, bouncing Keira on top of him and spewing the last of his spunk into her cunt. Then he's pulling her off, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her towards his cock to clean it off.

  Keira shakes her head and pushes his hand away.

  "Say what?" Jimar asks in disbelief.

  "I want to be with my husband."

  The two men chuckle and shake their heads.

  "Seriously. Leave. Now."

  My heart swells with pride and love. I can't believe she's the one saying this. Has she had enough too? Does she feel what I feel? My throat tightens and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from crying.

  Jimar and Kivon look at each other, still shaking their heads. "Hey baby," Jimar begins, "I ain't got nowhere to..."

  "You heard her. She said leave."

  Where is this strength coming from? Where is this sudden overwhelming desire to protect and stand beside my beautiful wife? I've shared her enough. Now I just want her to be mine.

  "Hey cuckie, why don't you shutup yo?" Kivon asks. "She ain't yo' bitch no more."

  I feel a burning in my belly. Suddenly it's not sexy anymore. It's not sexy to hear him call my wife a bitch. His bitch. Before I know what's happening I'm walking over towards him. I'm up in his face, staring into the whites of his eyes. My adrenaline's pumping, ready for fight or flight. Except I know there's only one way. It has to be fight. There is no flight. I love her too much.

  "Yeah. It's over. Get your fucking ass out of my bedroom and out of my life."

  His eyes go wide. Like he can't believe what I just said. Then he scowls and leans forward, puts two fingers on my chest and puckers his lips.

  "Hey, hey, hey!" It's Jimar. He slaps Kivon's hand away and puts himself between us, up in Kivon's face. "Ain't no need for this shit, dawg. Ya gotta know when 'nuff is enough." He turns to face me. "We cool?" he asks.

  I take a breath, trying to steady my nerves. "We're cool," I reply.

  Then they're grabbing their clothes and getting dressed and Keira's on her knees on the bed, wrapped up in sheets. Then they're gone. I hear the door slam. I turn to her. I turn to my wife. I sit down on the bed.

  "I love you," I whisper.

  She leans toward me and wraps her arms around my neck. "I love you too."

  I pull away. I look into her eyes. "Let's..."

  She's already nodding. "It's time to get back to real life."

  Chapter 17

  After Damien fucked her in the ass Keira couldn't get enough. Neither could I. We both started researching, trying to figure out how we could get our fix without me having to hide in the closet. Cuckpersonals.com is how we met Jimar. We went through a bunch of other bulls before we found him. They were all good, at least for me, but Keira always had a complaint.

  By that point she'd certainly acquired a taste for large and dominating cock. When we met our first bull and he was black, we both realized how turned on we were by the interracial bent. The first few times Keira would just stare at the dark meat pole disappearing between her legs.

  She was the one that came up with the idea that she should take her birth control out. We were having sex one night after the bull had left and she brought it up.

  "How sexy would it be if I told you I wasn't on birth control any more?" she whispered. I was already close but it accelerated my orgasm and made me spurt and flex inside her. She laughed and laughed as I came and for some reason I found that pretty hot. "I guess that means sexy enough, huh?"

  We had a long talk about it and decided that while it was a pretty crazy thing to do, it was also incredibly hot and we both wanted to experience it. That night we surfed cuckpersonals.com and found Jimar. He messaged us back almost right away and said he was even free that evening. While we were waiting for him to show up, I proposed.

  I told her she was the most beautiful woman in the world and that she was perfect for me and would she be my wife. Keira cried and said yes. We kissed and that's when Jimar showed up.

  "Uh...everything alright?"

  We both laughed because it must have seemed strange that Keira was in tears.

  "We actually just got engaged. You probably don't get a lot of people crying at the door when you show up, right?" I asked him, still chuckling.

  "Hey, congrats!" he said and gave me a fist bump. He gave Keira a gentle hug. It was funny, it was one of those hugs guys give a girl when they want to make sure she knows they don't mean any funny business. It was strange because the reason he was there was to have sex with Keira. "Trust me though," he went on, "I've seen some shit."

  "Really?" Keira asked. "Like what?"

  Jimar rubbed his chin. "All kinds of shit. You got guys crying all the time. There's some crazy bitches out there. Guys with their dick in a cage kneeling next to the bed while I fuck their wife. A lot of those guys love that humiliation, ya' know?"

  We didn't know and it seemed like our eyes were being opened daily to all the different ways people were into this kink. We had a few cocktails and chatted some more. Jimar showed us a clean bill of health. That's when we told him about Keira being off birth control.

  "Yeah, aight. That's cool. I'ma pull out the first few times though. I need to know you guys better before we get into that risky shit."

  We all agreed that was for the best and headed upstairs.

  That first time with Jimar was magical. For both of us. Keira was wearing the engagement ring I'd just put on her finger. It was so hot watching the woman who was going to be my wife going down on anot
her man. She stared at me as she sucked his cock. He was a really considerate lover and showed her what he liked and what he wanted her to do. He showed her where he liked his cock sucked and how and didn't try to fuck her face the way some of the others had.

  He was assertive but not an ass hole about it, you know? Pretty soon he had Keira eating out of his hand. I remember how hard I got watching as he rolled her onto her back, spread her legs and licked her pussy. Pretty soon, once she was good and wet, he speared her pussy with his middle finger and started fucking her with it.

  Keira really got off on that. She came hard and fast, her slit dripping with juice that he licked off her. He seemed to like the taste of her as much as I did. Then he pulled his wet finger out of her pussy and stuffed it into her ass.

  Keira squealed as Jimar grinned, looking from me to her. "You like that baby?"

  "Oh God yes!" Keira moaned as he wiggled himself inside.

  "Good. So do I." He stood up, pulled his finger out of her ass and pushed his cock against her pussy.

  Keira waved me over and I put my head next to hers on the bed so I could look down her body. We both watched Jimar's thick, black cock disappearing into Keira. I could only imagine how good it must have felt for her to have that much cock inside of her. She came again holding my head close to hers with her hand so we could be together when it happened.

  Then Jimar grabbed a hold of her ankles, pulled his cock out and pushed her legs a little further back. "Here," he said to me, handing me Keira's ankles, "hold on. You let me know if you like this."

  So I got up on the bed, kneeling above Keira's head holding her open for Jimar. I stared wide-eyed as he eased his cock into her ass. He kept a couple fingers rubbing her clit making her moan and squirm as he went deep into her.

  My cock was so hard but I still had all my clothes on. Thankfully Keira was on it. She freed me from my pants and started rubbing my cock with one hand, propping herself up on the other elbow so she could stare at Jimar's dark shaft sliding into her ass.

  He fucked her like that for a good long while. "Where you want it?" he asked when he was ready to come.

  Keira looked up at me. "Where do you want him to come baby?"

  "Come on her body. On her tits and her stomach," I gasped.

  Jimar pulled himself out as slowly as he'd pushed himself in. He wrapped his cock in a fist and pumped a couple of times. Soon thick shots of his hot cum were spewing onto Keira's belly. He aimed some at her tits and they landed in thick, white ropes across her chest. As soon as he was done he sort of faded into the background of the room and let himself out. He knew we wanted our moment, too.

  I crawled in between Keira's legs and she held my face in her hands as I slid inside her. We stared into each other's eyes and we both had our climax at the same time with me coming inside her pussy. We held each other for a long time and we both knew that Jimar would be with us for a while.

  He was just a really classy guy.

  Chapter 18

  It's a beautiful autumn day. The sunlight shimmers on the water. The soft chugging of the boat's diesel engine mixes with the squawking seagulls overhead. I take a long, deep breath. Keira turns to me and smiles.

  "Hooky was a great idea. I can barely stand up anyways. I can't imagine standing at that cash all day! And I can't believe we've never done this harbor tour before! This is so fun!"

  "I told you, sit down," I chide.

  "It's rude to the customers. I want them to come back!" She nestles closer to me.

  "How's the web store going?"

  "Ooh! I forgot to tell you! I had my first sale there yesterday!"

  "Great!" I lean over and kiss her forehead. The world probably doesn't need another online shop selling soap but Keira's so happy, I don't care. We decided she could try it for a year.

  "Oh gosh!" she says, squirming beside me and putting a hand to her bulging stomach.

  "Baby kicking?"

  "Kicking?" she laughs, "It feels like he's having a freakin' party in there! With guests and everything!"

  I know she didn't mean anything by it but the innocent joke sends a spike of jealousy through me. I breathe through the feeling. We're done with all that.

  I don't even have to say anything. She knows. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to come out like that."

  "It's okay," I answer, shaking my head. "It's not a big deal anymore. Remember?"

  That's what I've been telling myself since we stopped. Since Jimar and Kivon left our place that night I've been telling myself I don't need this. That I don't want this. That we're done with all that.

  Except I have a little secret. I've been working overtime to help pay the rent at Keira's store. Sometimes I come home late and she's so horny. She's been horny since she got pregnant. I want to make her happy but sometimes it's, you know, tough to get going. Or tough to finish. Sometimes both.

  That's where my little secret comes in. My secret weapon. I close my eyes. I conjure the memory out of the darkest corner of my mind. Keira, stuffed full of two black cocks. Keira writhing on Jimar's lap as he fucks her. Keira's pussy milking his cock for cum as he comes inside.

  Bam.

  Works every time.

  Even now.

  I feel Keira's fingers travelling up the inside of my thigh. I try to readjust, to conceal my arousal. I don't want to have to lie to her.

  "Watcha thinkin' about?" comes the quiet question.

  I clear my throat. "You, baby," I whisper. I look down into her blue eyes.

  One eyebrow goes up. She bites her lower lip. "Oh yeah?" she asks. "Is that all?"

  I stare at her. She's so beautiful. I love her so much I can't even bring myself to tell her a little white lie. "Maybe not?" It's not exactly a lie.

  Her smile widens. Does she know? Is she thinking about it too? The thought sends another rush of pleasant jealousy through me. That Keira might be thinking about another man while we're so close. So in love.

  "What do you want to do after the boat ride?" she asks.

  "Whatever you do," I reply.

  I know what she has in mind. My cock hardens even more. She feels it with her fingers. Does she know? Is she thinking it too? It's kind of sexy, not knowing. Because it's safe. Because we're done with all that.

  For now.

  THE END

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