Twin Betrayals: (A Reluctant Hotwife)

by Sean Geist

  Lauren ran her fingers through his short curly chest hair. The contrast between their skin tones was stark – white on brown – and beautiful.

  “You have a very nice body. Sexy.” My vision began to turn green with envy.

  “Thank you.”

  Lauren pushed her lover down onto the bed. He sat up on the edge and she knelt between his legs. My wife started kissing his chest. She darted her tongue out and flicked his hard little nipples. Leon took a quick sharp breath and sighed.

  “That feels good. Most girls won't do that.”

  “I'm not most girls. I'm a woman.” Lauren gave one of Leon's nipples and squeeze between her fingers.

  “Ouch.”

  “Should I stop?”

  “No!” Leon and I both spoke at once. We all three laughed.

  “I'd almost forgotten you were there, sweetheart.” Lauren blew me a kiss, then returned her attention to her lover.

  She unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the floor. Leon lifted himself up so she could get them over his ass. The man's cock looked huge, constrained by the tight boxer briefs.

  “That looks uncomfortable. Let me help.” Lauren removed the offending underwear. Leon's erection sprang up, pointing up into my wife's face.

  I didn't know where to look; there was so much going on. My wife kneeling before another man, admiring his cock. She was dripping vaginal fluid, her pussy lips moist, her body ready to accept her lover inside. I wished I could see Lauren's face as she got her first close up view of a black man's erection – at least I assumed it was her first, she never mentioned dating any dark-skinned men before she met me. Seeing as she picked Leon as her first extra-marital lover – the first she selected – I wouldn't have been surprised if she had.

  As far as size was concerned, Leon's cock was a little larger than average, maybe seven – seven and a half – inches long. I could tell because it was about the same length as mine. Although my erection felt about twice its usual size after witnessing the erotic scene that was playing in front of me. If Lauren had picked Leon, gambling he lived up to the racist troupe of black men with big dicks, she'd lost.

  But I knew my wife and if she selected Leon to invite into her bed it was because she liked him and found him handsome. Cock size would be a bonus.

  Lauren began slowly stroking his erection. “You have a beautiful cock, Leon.”

  My wife was kneeling between her lover's open legs. Leon was leaning back on his arms. “Kiss it.”

  Lauren gave her lover's cock and quick smooch on the tip before sticking her tongue out and lapping up a drop of pre-cum from the underside of his shaft.

  She looked so sexy, acting the part of a cock-starved whore; I had to remind myself she was acting, her performance was that good. Or maybe we had discovered a new facet of my wife's sexual cravings.

  Leon gave out a deep guttural sigh when Lauren took his cock deep into her mouth. He instinctually reached one hand out and placed it on her head, entwining his dark fingers into her dark curly locks.

  “Oh fuck, baby. That's good.”

  My wife acknowledged his compliment with a muffled reply.

  “What's that?”

  Lauren released his cock with a moist pop. “You taste good.”

  “Better than him?”

  Lauren looked my way and gave a wicked smile. She knew I didn't like being humiliated. A little sting was fine, now and then, spiced things up. I really didn't want to be put down. My cock pulsed in anticipation. What would Lauren say?

  My wife turned back to her lover.

  “You taste wonderful, but not better. Just different.”

  Lauren went back to sucking his cock and I felt much better. Watching my wife have fun was a joy for me. Hearing that she was just as much into the debauchery as I was, multiplied the pleasure exponentially.

  Sounds of a wet, sloppy blow job filled the room. I wished it was my cock buried in my wife's mouth.

  “Oh, baby. I'm getting close.”

  Lauren went down a few more times before pulling back.

  “Why'd you stop?” Leon sounded mighty disappointed.

  “I need you to fuck me with that gorgeous thing. I'm not taking the chance you can't get it up again.”

  “Promise I can.”

  “You're so sweet. Shut up and fuck me.”

  Lauren jumped up onto the bed and landed flat on her back. Leon moved up between her legs. He slapped his erection against her moist labia several times, creating a noticeable splat. He was lining his cock up for penetration when my wife placed her hand on his chest.

  “Only one man gets to go in bareback.” Lauren winked at me. We both knew that was only half-true, but Leon didn't need to know of our past peccadilloes. Her lover pouted, but my wife didn't relent.

  Leon grabbed a condom from the box and rolled it up his cock.

  “You think you can make me cum with that thing?” Now Lauren was teasing Leon and teasing me. Our game had revealed another side of my wife, that I was finding fascinating.

  “Woman. I'm going to ruin you with my cock.”

  “Give it a try, Loverboy.”

  Leon put the tip of his sheathed erection between my wife's pussy lips. This was it. Another man, a man she chose, was about to take my wife. This was so much more arousing than Costa Rica, and I didn't know why. Was it because a stranger was fucking my wife, someone I didn't know? Was it because he was black-skinned, taboo? Our whole game was taboo. I finally realized it was because the whole scenario was produced and executed by Lauren.

  I was finally seeing her act on her own sexual fantasies, picking up a man she wanted, bringing him home, and fucking him.

  She involved me, her husband, but every action was her choice. That made all the difference.

  “Awwww, Fuck.”

  Leon had thrust deep. Lauren felt him move deeper than she imagined, her vagina was so wet, he met no resistance.

  “Fuck me, Leon. Fuck my married cunt.”

  Leon obliged, stroking in and out, pounding her pussy with everything he had.

  “You're so big. I'm so full.”

  Were the words for my benefit or his? Leon didn't know how big I was. He might have thought I had a tiny dick. Lauren and I knew better.

  “Bigger than your husband?”

  Lauren didn't answer right away, but I could hear the gears in her mind spinning. Would she hurt me with the truth? A lie?

  I knew I was about the same size. I knew Lauren might be feeling pleasure like never before. I knew Leon would get a kick out of thinking he was a larger man than me – like that mattered. I decided to help my wife.

  “Go on, Ren. Tell him. Tell him how much bigger he is. Tell him how much fuller you feel. How much deeper he's going than I've ever been.”

  Lauren's eyes shot open. She was surprised at how much I was playing along. She didn't want to hurt me, but hell, if I was willing to put myself out there, why not indulge.

  “Oh yeah, baby. You're so much bigger.”

  My wife winked at me. I smiled. Then she threw her eyes open, for real.

  “Ow. Fuck yeah. Fuck. Fuck.” Lauren turned her head and screamed into the pillow next to her. Her lover really knew what he was doing, making her come so easily. I knew what my wife liked and I wasn't even able to deliver an orgasm every time we made love. Leon was able to do it with his first try. Maybe he did have something on me.

  Leon kept thrusting until Lauren's climax abated.

  “Thank you. Thank you. That was truly wonderful.”

  Leon pulled out. “Flip over, baby. It's my turn.”

  Lauren paused to catch her breath. She looked so exotic, lying there, covered with sweat, her lover between her legs, stroking his cock.

  I so wanted to break free of my bonds and rush over to reclaim her as my own. I was sure she wouldn't mind, now that she had her fun. Still, I felt I owed Leon the chance to take his own pleasure first. He'd given us the gift of this hotwife experience and he deserved to come before me. I
was fine with letting him have his way with my wife before I did.

  I was jealous and anxious and aroused and my cock was ready to pop; the slightest touch would have set me off. I was glad Lauren thought to bind my hands.

  My wife got on all fours and her lover re-entered her.

  “Ahh. That's nice.” Lauren was ready for more.

  Leon didn't say anything. He was concentrating on his own pleasure, grunting away as he forcefully fucked my wife from behind.

  “Come on, lover. Give it to me. Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

  Again, I didn't know if she was acting for me or Leon or just getting into the moment. I did know I was enjoying every word, every action, every emotion. And so was her lover. Sweat was dripping from his face and chest onto Lauren's back.

  It felt so wrong, yet so good.

  “Oh, god. I'm going to come again. Damn, you're good, baby.”

  “No bitches ever complain. Oh fuck. I'm getting close.”

  Leon kept on pounding and Lauren kept on moaning and everyone was having a great time. I wanted to be involved, to take my cock and offer it to Lauren to suck, but I knew that had to wait.

  Leon pulled his cock out of my wife and ripped the condom off. He moaned and grunted as he stroked himself to climax. My wife had turned onto her back and her lover shot ropes of sticky white semen across her body. The first shot landed on her breast, the second on her stomach. Lauren started rubbing the jism into her skin like lotion before he even finished. The next shot went wide and hit my wife's pillow and the rest dribbled off the end of his cock landing on the sheets as Leon continued to milk the tip for every last drop of spunk.

  My wife seemed to be taking Leon's cum shower like a pro, like she'd done it before. She swore later, she hadn't, but had watched enough porn that it seemed natural.

  Leon gave one more low grunt as the last drop of his cum landed on the bed. It was total debauchery and I was loving it. It was like watching a porn, a good hi-def one with your wife as the star.

  The room smelled of sweat and sex. My cock was harder then I could ever remember and I needed relief.

  “Please Lauren. can you untie me?”

  My wife gave me a wicked smile, still playing the temptress. “Maybe we should ask Leon?”

  We both looked at her lover. I was having a déjà vu moment. His now limp cock sagging, sweat pouring down his face. He was first to break character.

  “Guys, I'd love to stay and play, but I got to head back to work.” He started collecting his clothing. He was civil enough to snatch up his used condom and take it with him.

  “Wanna take a shower?” Lauren spoke with a straight face. I couldn't tell if she was offering to let him wash up alone, or with her. The thought of my wife, in such a confined space, soaping up Leon's body, thrilled me.

  Leon respectfully declined. He was in a hurry, and he didn't have semen splashed on his skin.

  When he was finished dressing, Leon leaned over and gave my wife a soft gentle kiss, full of tenderness and respect and it hurt like hell to see her return it in full.

  “Maybe I'll see you again?” He spoke softly, like he didn't want me to hear, but also didn't care if I did. This was for him and my wife.

  Lauren didn't answer and that felt weird but I decided to let that go.

  “I'll let myself out.”

  Through it all I kept my hands behind my back, not wanting the erotic scene to end. My balls ached, my cock was rock hard and my chest was a mass of knots created by the arousal and jealousy over what I had witnessed.

  Lauren lay in our bed, her soft breath the only sound, save for the click of the front door closing downstairs. She lazily ran her fingers through the drying cum on her chest, painting an abstract work of art on her body. If I had a camera I would have loved to take a picture.

  We sat there in silence for an eternity. I longed to take my wife, but I wanted to let her be the first to break the silence.

  “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

  “I loved the show, but I think you got the best of it.”

  “You feel like reclaiming your wife?”

  “Yes. Are you up for it?”

  Lauren sat up on the bed, resting on the palms of her hand. She looked me dead in the eye. “Roger. For you, I'm always ready. I may have said a few things tonight that hurt you, and I'm sorry. It was all part of the game.”

  “You didn't say anything that didn't get me hard. You'll know when it gets too rough.”

  “We'll need a safe word.”

  “So, I guess you'll be picking up more guys to bring home?”

  “As long as we both have fun when I do.”

  I was so happy to hear that.

  “Let me come over there and untie you.”

  I brought my hands from behind my back with the rope in my right hand.

  “Son of a bitch. Did he even tie you up?”

  “Not very well.”

  “But you stayed down. You didn't play with yourself. You didn't join in.”

  “I was too into the part and I didn't want to spoil the moment.”

  “Thanks. Now get your ass over her and give me some loving.”

  Lauren didn't have to ask twice. I quickly stripped down to nothing and got up on the bed. My knee planted right into a wet spot.

  “Fuck.” I laughed.

  I dropped down onto Lauren's body. I could feel the spots of still wet cum squish between us. It felt odd, but highly erotic. I easily slipped into my wife's sopping wet pussy. It felt like paradise. Unfortunately I didn't last more than a few strokes before I shot my load. My cock pulsed as I filled my wife.

  “Bareback is always better. I love feeling you explode inside me. Your warmth spreading out really sets me off.”

  “Sorry I came so fast.”

  After I was spent I started to move down her body. Despite having climaxed, I was still aroused. The scent of Leon's spunk filled my nostrils. I tried to avoid the wet and dry spots, but that wasn't easy, seeing how much Lauren had spread it around.

  I did give in and flick her nipple with my tongue. It tasted salty and I pretended it was sweat.

  Eventually I buried my face in my wife's crotch. Her scent was overpowering. I teased her labia lips with my tongue. Her tangy flavor flooded my senses. I tasted latex and another surge of jealousy and desire flared within me.

  I thrust my tongue as deep into my wife's pussy as I could. I tasted my own cum and continued lapping. I was going to make her come, too. Leon wasn't going to be the only one to take my wife to climax tonight.

  I started flicking Lauren's clit and could feel her tension build. Strong moans and low growls emanated from her mouth. That's when I thrust two fingers into her pussy, twisting back and forth, left and right between her moist flesh.

  “Oh, honey. That feels so good. I don't know how—oh shit!”

  Lauren's body started thrashing, her hips thrusting to meet my fingers, trying to draw them deeper. I felt the walls of her cunt constrict around my fingers, like it was a cock, trying to milk it of semen.

  I kept licking her clit and my wife kept moaning and I was rewarded with a gush of juices all over my mouth and fingers.

  “Holy fuck.” I had never seen my wife ejaculate. I was in awe.

  Lauren started shaking and I moved up to hold her in my arms. She buried her head in my chest and started crying.

  “You alright, Ren?”

  “Just hold me.”

  I squeezed tighter, letting Lauren know I was there for her. To protect her and love her until the day I died.

  “Really. Are you okay?”

  “Never. Felt. Better.” Lauren was no longer crying. She wiped a few tears away. I licked off one she missed. My wife smiled.

  “I really love you, Roger. Despite your crazy fetish, and what you did in Costa Rica. I love you.”

  “I'll never stop saying I'm sorry about that. I'd wish I'd never done it.”

  “It may sound weird, but I'm kinda glad you did. Cause
we wouldn't have had tonight. That's not saying I want you to go out and do something stupid like that again.”

  “Never.”

  “If we're going to keep playing these games, flirting and what not, we have to stay together and stay honest.”

  “I totally agree.” I was wildly enthused to hear Lauren say she wanted to do it again.

  “In that spirit, I have a confession to make.”

  My body stiffened. My cock became hard again.

  “What?”

  “Settle down. It's nothing too bad.”

  Compared to the shit I'd pulled, even not too bad could be pretty bad.

  “I didn't just happen to run into Leon tonight.”

  “Oh?”

  “I met him when I was out with Rita a few weeks ago. We were at the wine bar and he and one of his buddies tried to pick us up.”

  “I thought you guys looked a little too comfortable together, being strangers and all. How many times has he fucked you?” I wasn't trying to make an accusation. I wasn't mad. Maybe a little hurt, a little envious. After what had happened today, though, I was passed worrying about Lauren cheating.

  “I said they tried to pick us up.” My wife was back to her normal, feisty self. “I'd never cheat on you.”

  “Funny, after what we just did.”

  “That wasn't cheating and you know that. That was consensual infidelity.”

  I laughed at the term. “You have been doing research.”

  “Guilty.”

  “So, Leon told you where he worked when he tried – and failed – to pick you up.”

  “Yup. He was so gorgeous and I would have let him take me if I was single. Instead, I hatched this little plan of my own. I hope you enjoyed it.”

  “Immensely. Your plan was much better than the one I came up with.”

  “But it probably wouldn't have happened if you hadn't.”

  “Don't sell yourself short. I gave you enough clues. You might have decided to give in anyway.”

  “Let's just say, your hair-brained scheme planted the seed.”

  “There was a lot of seed planted tonight. On your breasts. On your stomach. On your pillow.”

  Lauren started tickling me. I half-heartedly tried to fight her off. “On the sheets. I think a few drops hit the floor.”