The Hobby Job: A Romantic Wife-Watching Novel

by Arnica Butler

  It was all for the best.

  But the lecture I was giving myself wasn't really working. It wasn't even that I genuinely didn't want to have sex with Eliza, or that I cared so much about what would happen with Troy. I was in college after all. It wasn't a time of deep thoughts about whether or not to have sex.

  The disappointment came from wanting to see Eliza tease him; from wishing that it was me she was teasing instead of Troy.

  I found myself alone at the mirrored bar waiting to place a drink order when Eliza appeared next to me.

  She stood close, even though there was no crowd at the bar, and her hot skin touched my bicep, burning through my shirt. She smiled at me in the mirror.

  Then she leaned on her elbow, and placed her fingers close to her mouth. She bit one of them. The bartender, who had been ignoring me, caught sight of Eliza and appeared in front of her almost magically.

  As he did, his eyes devouring Eliza, she snuggled up to me and placed her hand on my back.

  “What can I get you, darlin'?” the bartender said.

  Eliza turned to me, as though we were very, very close friends. She moved my torso with her hands, so she could put her arms on my shoulders. “What will it be, honey?” she said. She leaned closer, and by then my cock was so hard I knew there was no way to hide it from her. She gave a flicker of a smile when her leg rubbed against it. Her breasts were brushing against my chest, and I could feel her nipples through her shirt and mine. Her mouth was by my ear now.

  “You want me to do this guy while you watch?” she whispered. “Is that it?”

  Her words made my cock get even harder with a thud. For a second I went completely blank. Everything was tingling with excitement, from deep inside me, outward to my skin.

  She leaned away from me and appraised my face. “That's it,” she said. She had assessed the situation and now she knew. Her hand traveled down my torso as she turned back to the bar, and it wandered over my cock, tracing its shape through my pants.

  I stood there, dumbfounded, my ears ringing.

  She tossed her hair and leaned over the bar. She made the bartender smile with whatever she said. Or maybe because her two breasts were dangling there for him to look at. Only a small collar of red silk and lace hid her nipples.

  She ordered drinks, and they came to us promptly. I just stood there, watching her flirt, absorbing what it felt like to be Troy. I stayed facing the bar, because my erection was enormous.

  She turned to me after the bartender left to attend to other customers. She scrunched up her nose. “I don't think he's into it,” she said, casually as ever. “Also, he doesn't get out of here until 3am.”

  I stared, a little stupidly, because I had almost forgotten what planet I was on, let alone what we were talking about. Then her words spread through me again: You want me to do this guy while you watch. The skin on my neck turned pebbly with goosebumps at the thought of it.

  She turned to me after a pause and batted her eyelashes. “I need my beauty sleep. I can't wait until three.” She moved closer to me, forearms on my shoulders again. “Soooo....I guess you'll just have to settle for me.”

  When she said this, she leaned closer with every word, until her lips were incredibly close to my mouth and I could feel the light puff of her breath on my lips. A wave of electricity traveled through me. I was too stunned to move, too turned on to say anything.

  Her body came even closer, and the heavy fullness of her breasts melted into my chest. Her arms entangled me, and I could feel her legs against mine, through the fabric of my pants. The muscles of her thighs were firm, and my mind went immediately to what it would be like to have them on either side of my hips. How it feel to have those tight thighs pulling me deeper and deeper inside of the pussy I had not stopped thinking about since Troy had mentioned it at the bar the first day I met her.

  I had no idea what to do with myself, or my eyes. I looked down, and saw her full breasts smashed against my chest, spreading out into two big pillows of warm-cocoa colored flesh. Her shirt had rippled a little and a wave of lace opened up and let me see a crescent of dark areola. I looked helplessly away to where Troy was sitting on the couch, and I caught his eye. He was watching the whole thing with amusement.

  Back to Eliza's face, so close to mine. Her fingers were on my spine now, just below my neck, stroking me. They moved in little circles, up to my hairline, into my hair. Her long nails raked through my hair and sent a real shudder through me. Her pupils widened in excitement when she felt it, and her fingers prodded me forward. Her lips were close now, dark and full, and just centimeters away from my mouth.

  “Don't you worry about Troy,” she said, and her voice hummed on my lips. “Just pretend it's you and me.”

  She lifted her leg a little, to rub the top of her sculpted thigh against my erection. Her mouth twitched in a little smile. “Good size,” she said. She moved her mouth along my jawline, and up to my right ear. “I can get the whole thing in my throat. I can lick your balls while I do it.”

  I sucked in my breath, and when I did it occurred to me that I hadn't breathed at all for a long time.

  Eliza leaned a little away, and over the bar. Her long hair slid like black sand across her shoulders and almost hid her face. She brought her drink to her lips and knocked it back.

  Whiskey. It stayed on her mouth, wet and fragrant, so when she leaned back in to kiss me, she still tasted like it. Another jolt went through me, and then a single fleeting thought about Troy. And then her lips pressed against mine, and her teeth nibbled at my lower lip, and I forgot all about everything except her.

  She reached down and took my hand, and then held it up over her head as she sauntered through the bar. I followed, entranced, never once giving any thought to who had paid for the drinks or about my jacket, which I never did find after that night.

  Things worked with a strange clockwork from there. A cab seemed to be waiting for us, and Eliza pushed me in. I opened my mouth to ask about Troy, and she placed a long, beautiful finger on my lips and shook her head. Her eyes showed that she knew what I was thinking, and her smile told me not to worry about it. Troy, she seemed to be saying, had it all figured out.

  She gave an address to the cabbie, and then turned toward me.

  At that moment, it all seemed really absurd. Maybe the high she had given me in the bar had a little time to wear off. A tiny voice in the back of my mind was suggesting that I call things off. It was feebly sending images of me and Eliza, being watched by Troy. Feebly telling me this was a bad idea, one I was not into, a thing that would be sort of weird...

  But Eliza's hands got to work, sliding up and down my thigh, and then between my legs. She didn't even glance at the cabbie, whose eyes flickered occasionally to the mirror for a peek. Eliza snuggled close to me, her hand rubbing the length of my shaft through the fabric of my pants. My eyes were on her mouth, and the thoughts my conscience attempted to deliver up were stomped on by the memory of her voice:

  I can get the whole thing in my throat...

  My eyes went to her swan-like neck, and my mind imagined her throat opening up, the flesh spreading apart as my cock moved down her throat. Just I pictured this, her dark pink tongue emerged from her mouth and moved along my lips, before she pressed her whole sweet mouth against mine and her tongue darted around in my mouth. She bit into my lower lip as she pulled away.

  We were already there. The cab had slowed and as I panted, almost immobilized by my lust, it stopped and Eliza fished into her jacket for a twenty, which she flung at the cabbie without any indication of wanting change.

  She pulled me by the arm out of the cab, and I followed like a zombie, up the steps of a walk-up and through the door of what I assumed was her own apartment. I watched her incredible ass, almost at my eye level on the steep steps, and pictured the dark bush that framed her cunt between her legs.

  The inside of her apartment smelled like her. I gave the place a quick glancing over. Clothes were scattered everywhere.
I had a brief thought about Troy, and what would happen with him, but my thoughts were obliterated by Eliza moving like a serpent, twisting out of her transparent white pants. The white thong that the blacklights had hinted at occasionally was now visible, a skimpy piece of lacy fabric that, I knew, cut between her perfect buttocks in the back, and formed a tiny v-shape just between her legs. She hooked her fingers beneath the fabric, and shook her hips a little, as though she meant to slide them away and show me the patch of curls I had been imagining. But she stopped, and instead lifted the tight red shirt, an inch at a time, as I watched with my breath caught in my throat. Finally the fabric caught on the swell of her breast, and lifted them with it, up and up. I watched, transfixed: any moment it would give.

  At last, the shirt was too high, and her full breasts slapped back down to her chest. They were huge, totally natural, loose and jiggly and full. Her aureole were dark and enormous, and her nipples, as promised through her skimpy bikinis and half-transparent shirts, were long and already pebbled with excitement.

  I heard the door click behind me, and that's when I realized this elaborate strip-tease had been less about enticing me (I was, after all, already completely enticed and a sure thing at this point) and more about waiting for Troy.

  But Eliza didn't even give a glance over my shoulder. She was standing, still in her very high-heeled shoes, naked except for her white panties. She was glorious, and she knew it. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and stepped toward me. One foot in front of the other, like a model on a catwalk, or a stripper. Her long legs seemed almost shiny. She put her hands on either side of her breasts, plumping them up, pushing them together. She rubbed her thumbs over her own nipples.

  She had a grin on her face, because she knew what she was doing to me.

  Closer still. She was right in front of me now, and I placed my hands on her frame. Her skin was hot, silky, and her overheated sexuality seemed almost coiled beneath it. I slid my hands down to her hips, and then I pulled her to me by grasping her incredible ass. It was solid in my hands, hard and perfectly round.

  But she pushed against me. “I gave you a promise,” she said.

  She moved down my torso, pulling my shirt up with one hand while her mouth found my abdomen and sucked my skin between her two full lips. Her other hand was expertly working on my pants, unbuttoning my fly, unzipping me. I felt my pants slide down my hips with her gentle tug, and then the elastic of my boxers was going, down and over my cock with a slightly painful snap, down to my knees as well.

  By now, I had completely forgotten that Troy had anything to do with any of this. It was only Eliza and me, just as she had promised. Her hand was slightly cool as it closed around my cock. She gave me a squeeze and loosened her grip, sliding her hand up and down my shaft with a feathery touch.

  When she reached the tip on a third or fourth pass, she used her thumb to swirl around the tip of my glans, lightly scraping her fingernail along the ridge. Lightly, softly, she made a circle around me. She looked up at me while she did this, watching my reaction.

  My eyes, though, were on her mouth. As good as it felt to have her tease me with her soft hands, I wanted what she had promised: her whole mouth to swallow my cock, and her tongue to lap at my balls.

  She guided the end of my cock closer to her mouth, and moved it slowly over her lips. Her lips were wet and the moisture coated the tip of me, so that when she pursed her lips and exhaled on my head, her warm breath cooled the light coating of saliva and sent her breath right through me.

  She extended her tongue, and flicked it at my cock. She squeezed my shaft and pumped me until a tiny bead of precum formed, which she sucked off, actually sucking, until it felt like she might suck my entire orgasm from my dick.

  She teased me this way for a while – likely it wasn't that long in real life, but it seemed like an eternity to me at the time. And then, finally, she opened her mouth and began to take me inside of her.

  Until now, Eliza had looked at me, and we had maintained the illusion that it was only the two of us in the room. So much that I had really all but forgotten about Troy, or that this was his girlfriend. Eliza looked at me as she took me all the way inside of her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. Her lips were still stained with the cherry-red lipstick, and she made good on her promise to give me a ring around my cock: her lips pressed against my hair and I could feel them on the tender skin of my scrotum.

  And then, her tongue shifted in her mouth, sliding against he underbelly of my shaft. I struggled to keep myself together as I felt the soft and wet meat of her tongue slide against my cock, between her teeth and lips and out of her mouth. The soft-hard tip of it grazed delightfully across the super-sensitive skin of my ball sac.

  As the tip of her wet tongue tickled the skin of my scrotum, I made an incomprehensible noise and fought to keep myself from going over the edge. I wanted to make things last as long as I could, but it was hard to take the heat of her mouth wrapped around my cock, and the soft pulse of the back of her throat as she strained to lick my balls.

  I held myself back as she made several passes over my balls, and her throat spasmed around my cock with the effort. I might have lasted a little longer, but then Eliza's long lashes lowered, and swept her eyes away to where Troy was watching us.

  Now, you may think this is strange, considering that I had a hot woman's mouth around my cock and she was lewdly sucking it all the way to the base and licking my balls, but the sight of Eliza looking at Troy was what made me burst at that moment. Eliza, with my cock in her mouth as deep as it could go, with her red lipstick smeared into my pubic hair and across my pelvis. Sharing that same burning, complicit look, not with me, but Troy. That's what did it.

  I put a hand down to her head, to give her some warning, but Eliza was not really in the room with me. She kept looking at Troy, and retracted her tongue to slide her mouth quickly up and down my shaft. As I came she opened her mouth wider, and pulled back so only half my cock was in her mouth. My cum gushed out, dribbling from her lips and onto her chin.

  All the time, she looked at Troy, giving him that cock-stuffed smile of hers.

  Eliza licked my cock off good. I had never seen or heard of a girl actually doing this, but she extended her tongue and lifted my still-hard, sensitive cock to place her tongue flat against the bottom of my shaft and lap up the dribbles of cum from my balls to the tip. She made slow, lazy circles around my shaft, getting every drop of stray cum. She pulled my balls into her lips, and sort of pressed them together to rub the skin of my scrotum together between her two strong lips, and slurp the last droplets of cum from every hair on my ball sack.

  It felt so good it almost hurt, and she held onto my cock with a fierceness that let me know I was not to make a move until she was done.

  The thing, though, that got me hard again, so soon after exploding in her face, was that she looked at Troy the whole time she cleaned me up. Smiling, almost winking, as she lapped up my cum and licked at my cock, and nibbled on my balls.

  She finally returned her eyes to my cock, and she smiled, as though she was surprised to see what she must have already felt in her hand to be true – I was hard as a rock again.

  She looked up at me, and rubbed my shaft. Her smile was both friendly and challenging.

  Abruptly, she stood up.

  In her shoes she was exactly my height. She slid her panties down, slowly, to just above her knees.

  I had no idea what she was up to, what she wanted from me next. My head felt drained of oxygen, and I could hear my heart in my ears, pounding.

  Eliza turned and climbed onto an item of furniture that later in life I would learn was a chaise lounge. The apartment was small, a bachelor, and so it was directly behind her. She leaned on the back of the lounge, and bent over. She tossed her hair and looked behind her. First at me, then at Troy.

  I still hadn't looked at Troy, and I didn't now. Eliza's legs were bent together at the knee, where her stark white panties seeme
d almost to tie her knees together. She splayed her feet, with their heavy red shoes, in opposite directions and kicking up slightly, so her spiky heels were waving and teasing in front of her ass. Her bare, flawless ass, and the dark little patch of hair on the edges of the bright pink gash.

  I watched as she smiled at Troy, and then at me, and then slid a finger between her legs and into the fuchsia-colored flower, dripping with her own excitement. A sticky crackle came from her gash as her finger slid up and down, between the lips of her beautiful flesh. She reached further, dragging her juices up to the puckered hole of her ass, where she made a circle, moaned, and then headed back to her clit.

  I was transfixed by this, I might have watched forever. She began to finger-fuck herself. First one finger, then two. I watched her mocha skin moving in and out of the unfolding pink flesh of her cunt, absorbed as though by a fire, until she purred. “Conrad. I want you to fuck me until I come.”

  I obeyed her, stumbling over to her upturned ass and nearly falling over my own clothes. I knew she had arranged things for Troy to watch, and that was what my mind was on as my cock sank into her pink flesh. What would it be like to watch your girlfriend toss her hair back and moan as she took another guy's cock inside of her?

  I gripped her hips and thrust deep inside of her, and then, when I felt myself coming, I pulled out and watched my cum splatter across the honey-brown rounds of her ass. I stood there, panting, dizzy, and then sort of backed up and sat down on the floor before I fell over.

  It wrapped up sort of awkwardly, with the two of them collapsing into a make-out session on Eliza's bed that looked like it would get pretty intense. I made up an excuse about having to leave, and Troy waved me away. I rode home in a cab, thinking about what it would be like to grab my girlfriend's ass, feel the hot, wet cum of another man on my palms, and then fuck her with my aching cock.