Body Of Research: An Experiment In Hotwifing

by Arnica Butler

  And then a sharp, loud yell, as my wife sucked the cum from inside his cock.

  Panting.

  The pop of her mouth as she released his dick.

  I wondered if she had swallowed, and supposed that she had.

  My stomach felt like it had been frozen.

  She had really done it.

  “Uh..” Trey murmured.

  Then Jen's voice, unintelligible. Inviting.

  And then silence. I held the phone to my ear, straining.

  But she had hung up.

  *

  I stood immobile in the kitchen. I stepped out of the Chewie costume after shimmying it down to the floor. Reality was pounding at me like a fist in the dark: my wife just sucked another man's cock. My wife just sucked another man's cock.

  I don't have any idea how long I stood there. I basically forgot about the original plan.

  And then I heard the garage door opening.

  Another rush of panic. I looked frantically around, kicked the Chewie costume under the table, and dashed into the living room, where I looked around again, my heart pounding, my brain reeling for an answer. A place to hide.

  The door to the house was opening. In a panic, I threw myself behind the couch, into the small space where there was less than two feet of space between me and the wall.

  I still had my phone in my hand.

  What to do? If she fucked him in here, how would I be able to see them?

  But where else could she go?

  And almost as if she was reading my mind, Jen sent me a message. At the same time, her voice got low in the kitchen, and a light when on. “Just have to make sure... “ she was saying. “You want something to drink?” she said.

  I looked at my screen.

  [Jen]: where ar u

  I took a deep breath. In the kitchen, I could hear the rustling and the low shuffle of two bodies pressing together. The smack of a kiss. Trey wasn't going to waste any time getting inside of my wife.

  My head was spinning. If I told her where I was, would she come here to fuck? How would I see her?

  But still, if I told her to go somewhere else... where would that be?

  I typed.

  [Me]: Living room

  But maybe it was too late. I heard the loud thud of bodies hitting the floor. The clatter of Jen's phone as it went sliding across the kitchen tiles. Panting.

  They were just going to do it right there in the kitchen.

  I crawled on my elbows toward the end of the couch farthest from the view of the kitchen. It was a bad view, but the way I was facing. I peeked out, and seeing nothing, ventured further. Then I continued to crawl until I was behind the chair. Now there was the definite smacking of bare skin against bare skin, the wet slurps of kisses.

  I dared to peek out.

  I could only see their entwined arms, and Jen's hair splayed on the kitchen floor like a fan. Trey was holding her arms to the floor, sucking on her face.

  And then his head moved down. His hands reached down to push Jen's shirt up her body. I saw her nipples spring loose.

  He gathered her wrists up with the shirt, above her head. He gave the shirt a little twist and tied her hands loosely together. Then he lowered his head again and took one of her nipples in his mouth. I stared as his fat lips closed around Jen's tiny round pebble. She lifted her chin and pushed her tits toward him. I heard her throaty moan and my own cock nearly burst.

  And then Trey's head disappeared. Slowly. Setting like a black sun, until it was out of view.

  And then Jen's mouth fell open, and she twisted violently. She lifted her head, and then threw it back. “Oh god,” she said.

  And it was obvious then what was happening: the big lips and the red tongue of the black man in my kitchen were sliding over the bare skin on either side of Jen's shaved cunt, nuzzling, teasing... and then plunging into her buttery folds, lapping up her honey-sweet juices, sliding like a snake over her smooth clit, sending a shudder through her and then another. Enjoying the way my wife spasmed in his hands and started to purr like a cat.

  Jen wrestled free of the striped shirt and lowered her hands. I couldn't see where they were going. They came back into view, clasped by one of his giant hands.

  “Oh God, oh god, oh Gooooood!” Jen squealed, and then her voice was cut off by a silent scream as she very obviously shook with a fierce orgasm. Her hands went limp for a moment, and her mouth was frozen in an open “o.”

  Then she started to twist her head from side to side. “Oh, no,” she said. “No, please, no more. Oh God.”

  She started to squirm backward, and with her body came the black head of Trey, between her legs, unrelenting in his attack on her pussy. His hand held her flailing wrists firmly, and she slid away, but he simply moved with her. They moved back until they were in clear view. The whole time Jen whined and squealed, claiming she could take no more. Trey didn't care, he just kept attacking her, until her abdomen was spasming wildly and she was pant-screaming to the rhythm of his assault.

  I could hear in her voice that another orgasm was rising up inside of her, but just as she nearly reached the peak, her voice terrifyingly high-pitched, Trey lifted his head.

  Jen collapsed. “Oh, God, no, please don't stop.”

  Trey rose up on his knees. “Don't worry,” he said, smoothly. He unbuttoned his pants, and slid them down with his underwear to release his cock. It bounced heavily in front of him.

  My eyes widened. That was a gigantic cock. Thick, long, so big it was weighed down at the end and bounced lightly with its own weight as Trey walked on his knees until his cock was hovering over Jen's face.

  I stared as the little slut of a wife I had opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and licked at Trey's big, swinging balls. She flicked her tongue at them, and he let her lap at them for a bit before he lowered himself down and his hairy sack disappeared entirely inside of her willing, wide-open mouth. I stared as Trey looked down and watched my wife suck on his balls, and then lick the length of his shaft as he moved back down her body.

  He slapped her twice on the side of her hip, and pushed her lightly, so that she knew to roll over. “Get on your hands and knees for me,” he said. His voice as commanding, no-nonsense.

  And my wife was happy to obey.

  I was crushed against the floor, afraid to move, especially now that they were both facing my direction. On my side was the darkness of the room, but still – Trey could look over here and see that a man was staring at him.

  He didn't look at that, though. Instead he looked down at my wife's ass as he pushed her skirt up. I shuddered, thinking of his view – formerly mine alone, now his. Jen's smooth, mocha ass, her dark pussy lips hidden beneath shaved folds of buttery-brown, her dripping cunt engorged from his tongue. He guided his big cock to her pussy. He moved the head around, and Jen lifted her head and winced and squealed as he ran his hard crown over her clit.

  Jen let out a slow and pained moan as he pushed himself inside of her. Slowly, inch by inch. In spite of the sticky wetness of her cunt, which I could hear from across the room, there was obvious resistance as his fat cock stretched her open and pushed its way into her tight hole.

  “Is that the biggest cock you've ever had inside of you?” I heard him say, when the base of his dick was swallowed by the lips of her pussy.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” Jen panted. “Oh God. It's so big...” her voice faded away. Her eyes were wide in discomfort and shock. He was slowly pulling out of her.

  “You'll get used to it,” Trey said, in his smooth voice. He began to fuck her, slowly. I wished, desperately, that I could see his cock inside of her, the stretching of her pussy lips, the column of his black dick as it pushed her folds lightly in, then tugged them out.

  Jen moaned. The discomfort was fading, and now she was beginning to squirm in pleasure again.

  He began to fuck her faster. “That's it,” he said, placing a hand in her hair and pulling on it. His thighs began to slap rapidly against her ass as he pistone
d in and out of her. “You're not even gonna feel it when your old man fucks you after this,” he said. “Once you go black...”

  I shuddered. I could see the size and shape of his cock when he pulled away – the slickness of it, covered in Jen's excitement, and the girth of it, which seemed to be increasing with every thrust into my wife's cunt.

  Jen's breathing was getting ragged.

  “That's it, baby. Come for me,” Trey breathed.

  Jen's whole body seized up as she was racked by another orgasm. Trey wound his hand in her hair and held her up by the hair so that her hands barely touched the floor as he began to ram himself ferociously into her pussy. The squelching and slapping of his cock inside of her clawed inside my chest. He was manhandling my wife now, just fucking the living shit out of her, and I couldn't look away, or think of anything I would rather see more. Jen's body was practically limp: she was spent, still moaning lightly from her orgasm. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, until Jen began to mumble, “Oh, God, I can't take any more, it's too much..”

  Trey just kept fucking her. He thrust deep inside of her and withdrew almost to the tip of his cock. Finally, I saw his muscles harden on his sculpted torso, and he threw his head back and rammed himself so deep inside of Jen that she howled like a tortured animal. Trey slammed his cum inside of her, thrusting deep over and over again to get every last filthy drop of his cum deep into her swollen cunt.

  He released her hair, and Jen fell forward. I stared at the sight of them as long as I dared: Trey kneeling over my wife, his cock embedded in her pussy. Then, fearing he would look up and see me, I pulled my head in behind the chair.

  As their panting died down, I heard my own wild breathing. My cock was screaming at me, nearly bursting through the outer skin. My fingers itched with such desire to plunge into Jen's stretched pussy and feel the slimy juices of Trey's cum that I could barely restrain myself.

  But instead of leaving, by the sounds of it, Trey appeared to be putting the moves on my wife again. There was the slurping, sucking sound of kissing again. Then an uncertain giggle from Jen. “Again?” she said.

  Jesus, who was this fucking guy?

  I didn't dare look out. I pushed the hanging flap of material at the bottom of the chair up, reached under it and pushed up the flap on the side. I could only see their skin slapping together, their bodies twisting and rubbing against each other. Shadows. No details.

  I balled my hand in a fist.

  Trey mumbled something in a low voice.

  Jen laughed. “No, no way. He's gonna be home any minute.”

  Another low rumble.

  I leaned toward the sound.

  Did he just say what I thought he said?

  I want to fuck you in your bed.

  Jen was protesting, saying that she couldn't, but he interrupted her protests with a sloppy wet kiss, a low, smooth rumble.

  She wouldn't.

  They were standing up.

  “No, I can't,” Jen was saying, but she was laughing a little. “Seriously. You have to go, he'll be back any minute.”

  But Trey was pushing her backward down the hallway. “I'll make it quick,” he said.

  Jen's voice disappeared into wet, slurping sounds again.

  They were moving down the hallway.

  Rage filled my head, and my ears pulsed with sound of my blood. When their voices were nearly down the hallway, I rose up from behind the couch. I stood in full view, but Trey had his back to me, and was crabwalking my wife toward the bedroom.

  She was resisting, moderately, but still, there they were, going...

  I stood for a beat of silence, and then I felt a rush as adrenaline and decision shot through my arteries. The sickness in my stomach subsided. I walked with deliberation through the kitchen, to the back door.

  The loudest one, if you slammed it, as Jen nearly always did.

  And then, with a flourish that surprised even me, I opened the door wide and slammed it closed.

  “Honey!” I yelled, loudly and with a big smile on my face, “I'm home!”

  Then I waited. I stood in the kitchen, filled with a kind of smugness, as I listened for exactly what I expected to hear.

  The slide of the doors to the small, low porch outside of our bedroom.

  A puff of air as the cold from outside blew through our warm, sealed townhome.

  I looked through the window, and saw the frantic shadow of a dark man, leaping – very gracefully – over our fence.

  Then I walked, calmly and finally feeling quite smugly in control of myself, to the hallway, where I turned, and strode down the hall.

  Jen was on the bed, her feet crossed in front of her, a nervous smile on her face. She looked half-caught, half-guilty. Even though we had agreed on all this, she seemed a little ashamed. The door was still open, and the room was getting cooler by the second, but I paid it no mind. I reached the foot of the bed, and slid my boxers down, stepping out of them. I reached for Jen's ankles, and dragged her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs apart as I did.

  The acrid scent of another man's cum filled my nostrils.

  I pushed Jen's legs up and open, touching her swollen pussy lips with my fingertips. She squirmed a little, still sore from the abuse of Trey's enormous cock.

  “Is it true?” I said. “Once you go black... ?”

  I had my cock in my hand, and I was teasing the face of her clitoris with it. She was twisting and squirming in reawakened arousal. I brought her ankles together and pushed her legs up toward her face. Her pussy blossomed open, and a gush of cum dripped out of her cunt and down to her asshole.

  I moved her legs slightly, so I could see her face. I raised my eyebrows. “Well?”

  Jen bit her lips and smiled.

  “...you might go back,” she said.

  I slid the first delicious inch of my cock into her hot pussy, sticky with Trey's cum. “Oh yeah?” I said. “And what about your husband?”

  She reached toward me and grabbed my ass, pulling me so that I sank into her unfaithful, dirty cunt. I felt Trey's cum spill out and over my balls.

  Then I fucked my wife until her pussy was overflowing with mine.

  Jen slid her legs over my arms and around me, her heels against my lower back. She ground herself up against me until I was deep inside of her. Her eyes opened, wet and large, and she consumed me with her gaze as we kissed.

  We lay like that, panting with the exertion of our adventure, for what seemed like a long time. Finally, reluctantly, I rolled off of her, and we lay face-up on the bed, our feet over the edge.

  Jen rolled toward me and placed her hand tentatively on my chest. I looked over at her. She seemed a little uncertain, as if she was asking for something. I took her hand and brought it to my lips.

  “Was that okay?” she said, finally.

  I kissed her in response. I kissed her fingers again, and we placed our foreheads together. “That was hot,” I said. My heart was still pounding. We looked at each other for a moment, and even though it seemed so impossibly strange, I could feel a sense of connection unlike any before. There was something about taking my wife back, getting her beneath me after she had let herself be used so thoroughly by another man, feeling her pull me inside of her to the depths of her center, that made me feel more completely attached to her than ever before.

  “Fuck,” she said finally, smiling. “It's cold as hell in here.”

  The sliding door was still open. We laughed again, and I jumped up gallantly to close it.

  Jen pulled on my t-shirt, still damp with my sweat. I fetched my boxers from the floor.

  “Want something to eat?” Jen asked, tentatively.

  I was, in fact, starving, now that she mentioned it. We kissed again, and she trotted ahead of me toward the kitchen. Her top and her shoes were scattered in the kitchen, wet and tangled. She opened the fridge and, not knowing what else to do, I collapsed on a stool. Her ass hung out of the shirt as she stood on tiptoe to get a glass from the cupb
oard. “I'm so thirsty,” she said.

  I stared at her skin, still wet with cum. Mine and Trey's. I felt a pang of jealousy, and a wave of arousal.

  Then, from beneath me, a low rumble.

  A little ping.

  Jen turned toward the sound.

  I bent down, and picked up her phone, which had fallen, like everything else, to a random place on the floor.

  I turned the screen toward me.

  1 New Message

  And next to it, the linked “D” and “B,” vaguely reminiscent of asses and tits, of DeBauch.

  I looked at Jen.

  She shrugged, gave me a wry smile, and took the phone from my hand. She set it down on the island counter.

  “Later,” she said, handing me a glass of water.

  Her face full of seductive and mysterious amusement.

  END

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