The Fling

by Jason Lenov

  “Okay…” I replied.

  “And I did a little research in between appointments.”

  “About?”

  “Well, it turns out this is a whole thing, Richard.”

  “What’s a whole thing?”

  “Guys getting…you know, excited about sharing their wives.” Her eyes were wide and bright with excitement.

  The word sharing knotted my stomach. “Okay…” I said, sounding more than a little apprehensive.

  Vanessa shot me a funny look. She curled up close and listened up the stairs to make sure the kids weren’t sneaking around. “Come on, Richard,” she whispered, squeezing my arm. “Don’t tell me you didn’t have a great time yesterday?”

  I was starting to feel a little off. “Of course I had fun…”

  “So? What’s the matter?”

  I wasn’t really sure. Something about this just didn’t feel right. “You really want to know?”

  Vanessa’s expression grew serious. “Of course I do.” She gave my arm another squeeze.

  I caught a faint whiff of the Merlot on her breath.

  “Okay. Here’s the long and the short of it. You came home from the show and told me you cheated on me. Any normal guy would be pissed. Then you tell me you don’t like our sex life. I feel like I should have been more hurt by that. Then you tell me you want to sleep with other men?”

  “We made a deal, remember?” Her hand slid down the front of my shirt towards my lap.

  I politely set it aside. “No, Ness. Not now. I think it’s more important that we talk.”

  She just managed not to pout. She folded her arms across her chest.

  “Look, all I’m saying is that this is a lot for me to deal with all at once. I just watched you fuck another…”

  “Quiet,” she hushed. “Who knows if they’re sleeping up there,” she said, glancing at the stairs.

  I lowered my voice. “I just watched you fuck another man yesterday. You mind if I take some time to come to terms with that?”

  She opened her mouth but paused. Her eyes moved down over the blankets as she thought about what I’d said. Finally, she sighed. “Oh, Richard. I’m sorry. You’re right.”

  Her sullen expression got me feeling bad for making her feel bad. I reached out and touched her arm. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m just…I’m just trying to find a way through this that’ll work for us both. Now what about my surprise?”

  Vanessa glanced at me, then shook her head. “Forget it. In fact, I should just call my folks and tell them that we’ll keep the boys. We can go to a movie or something.”

  “Wait, what? That doesn’t seem fair. Why don’t I get my surprise just because I told you how I felt?”

  “Just never mind,” she said, looking away and taking a glug of her wine.

  I put my hand on her lap. I hated when she got like this. I could never resist the urge to coax her out of these moods whenever she fell into them. “Nessa. Come on.”

  She let out an exasperated sigh. “I said forget it, alright?”

  “Just tell me why?” I asked.

  “Because it had to do with that thing.”

  “What thing?”

  “Oh God, the stupid hotwife thing, alright?” she snapped.

  Hotwife. Okay. I guess the thing had a name now. A shiver travelled down my spine at the thought that Vanessa had spent part of her day thinking about sleeping with another man. It settled in my cock and made it start to rise.

  There didn’t seem to be a good way out of this. She was annoyed that her surprise hadn’t worked out the way she’d wanted it to. I knew it was too late in the evening to talk her out of her bad mood and into revealing what it was she’d planned.

  There was, however, one thing I could do.

  “Alright. Fine. I’m sorry I put you in a bad mood,” I said.

  “Forget it,” she said, dismissing my apology with a wave.

  “I wasn’t finished.”

  Vanessa turned her head to stare at me, a little stunned. I never talked like that.

  “Like I said, I’m sorry you’re in a bad mood but as far as I understand our deal still stands. I’m tired so get upstairs and wait for me. I want to fuck.”

  I wasn’t sure whether her expression was furious or aroused or both. Probably both. She looked like she wanted to slap me. Her eyes narrowed slightly, almost as if to say “it’s on.”

  This part, I had to admit, was kind of fun. A deal was a deal, after all.

  Vanessa swept the blanket off her lap, stood up and walked stiffly towards the stairs. She turned around and shot me a furious look. “I’ll be waiting upstairs when you’re ready.”

  I took my time. I went to the kitchen, poured a glass of wine and sipped it. I savoured the way Vanessa’s submission mixed with the warm buzz of the wine to make my whole body hum.

  After I’d finished my wine I walked quietly up the stairs and slipped into the bedroom.

  Vanessa was lying naked on the bed. She watched me as I walked closer, then began to undress. Her expression had softened but not by much. She still looked mildly bored.

  Like a whore about to do a job.

  “Come over here and suck my cock,” I said quietly.

  Vanessa rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the foot of the bed. She kept her eyes on me, looking like she was daring me go through with this.

  A bolt of adrenaline shot through me at what this meant. A deal was a deal, after all, and I was pretty sure that Vanessa was going to follow through with her little surprise after all. If for no other reason than to pay me back for this.

  I decided to let future me worry about that. Right now I wanted to enjoy my slut of a wife.

  Vanessa got up on all fours and crawled over. She stared right at me the whole time, her gaze boring deep into me. Without any foreplay at all she wrapped her lips around my cock and started to suck me off.

  We normally worked up to things like this and see her being so nonchalant about sucking my dick, like she was sucking a lollipop, was a real turn on.

  I made her suck me for a while before telling her to turn around.

  She did what I asked and spread her legs offering me a glistening tight snatch.

  I was so worked up and turned on that I plowed right in.

  Vanessa accepted my intrusion with a grunt. She barely reacted as I fucked her, really just letting me use her hole as if it were a fleshlight. It was such an exhilarating feeling, knowing that I had her at my disposal whenever I wanted.

  The tiny, tight ring of her ass hole was winking at me as I fucked. I wondered if Vanessa would let me take the game that far? I reached out and brushed my thumb against it.

  Vanessa’s head jerked back. Our eyes met. She was surprised but hadn’t said anything yet. She looked shocked, like she wanted to say something but had stopped herself.

  Then, in a blistering display of submission, she lay her face down on the bed. As if she were offering me that back hole.

  Well, that did it. I yanked my cock out of her and choked it with a fist as the first hot gush of seed sprayed across her ass. I pumped out my orgasm staring at her ass hole and dreaming of how tight it would feel around my dick.

  When I’d finished Vanessa lay down on her stomach on the bed.

  It took quite a while to catch my breath after I was done. Every so often I’d steal a glance at Vanessa’s ass and back, splattered with cum.

  She didn’t seem to care. After a while she turned her head to look at me with her sleepy eyes. “That was fun,” she said, biting a lip and smiling. “I’m sorry I got cranky before.”

  My stomach tightened. I had a feeling this was going to be the big reveal. “It’s okay. You gonna tell me about your surprise now?”

  “Oh you bet I am.”

  I stiffened on the bed, as if my body needed to brace for what she had in store. “Shoot,” I said, playing it as cool as I could.

  “Well like I told you, I did a little research on this kink. How wou
ld you feel about me watching me fuck a big, black stud?” She lifted an eyebrow and one corner of her mouth curled up.

  My cock bounced to life.

  Chapter 8

  I guess she’d found a forum where people went to hook up, couples that were into this kind of lifestyle.

  Of course the first place my mind went was that there was no way I was letting a stranger into our house.

  Vanessa had already thought of that. She’d booked a hotel on the other end of town.

  That was a relief but also a worry. It meant she was really doing this, she was really going to go through with it.

  Vanessa had another surprise in store for me. When I got home that Friday the kids were already gone and there was soft jazz playing on the stereo. The smell of her vodka cream sauce bubbling on the stove wafted through the house.

  She greeted me in an apron that covered a skimpy white skirt and a tight white top. She’d put on bright red lipstick that matched the bright red heels she was wearing. She gave me a peck on the cheek. “Come inside and get your martini.” By her mood it seemed she’d already had one.

  “Hey,” I said, turning her back towards me and pulling her close. “What’s all this about?”

  She shrugged playfully. “Not every girl’s got a man who’ll let her fuck anyone she wants.”

  It was a bit of a punch in the gut. Vanessa didn’t really talk like that, at least not the Vanessa I knew. Although I was discovering there was a whole lot more to her than I’d seen it was still a little weird hearing the mother of my kids talk like that.

  “Does that sting a little? Hearing me say that?” she asked.

  I searched her eyes. She was definitely figuring this whole thing out. Watching me for what would get me going. It was a little disarming but a very hot.

  “I guess,” I replied.

  “But in kind of a good way, right?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  “Okay,” she said. “That’s good to know. Now come on. I just made that martini and it’s going to get warm.”

  We had a couple of drinks before she served dinner. She’d hit the cream sauce right on the nose this time and I couldn’t help but have two helpings. We lingered over wine after dinner as the candles burned down.

  “You going to make me your little slut again tonight?” Vanessa asked, slurring her words a little.

  I smiled. I was certainly looking forward to having sex with her again. We hadn’t had this much sex in years and it felt amazing. I didn’t know about the slut part, though. As fun as it was now and again, I missed some intimacy when we did that.

  “How about we just make love instead?” I asked.

  Vanessa’s smile faltered for just a split second. “Sure,” she said, nodding to hide what was obviously her disappointment.

  We finished our wine. I held onto Vanessa’s hips as we teetered up the stairs together.

  Once we got into the bedroom she turned around for a kiss.

  I pressed my lips against hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I could practically feel her neediness through the kiss.

  She was hot, horny and hungry to be dominated.

  I wanted to make her happy. So instead of doing what I told her I was going to and making love, I put a hand on her chin and pulled her away.

  Her body seemed to change shape as she sucked in a breath at the rough gesture. Her eyes were suddenly alert and ready for my next move.

  “Get your fucking clothes off and my cock into your mouth.”

  Vanessa kicked off her heels and wiggled out of the top and skirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits came tumbling out as soon as she peeled the top off. She stepped out of her underwear and sank to her knees in front of me.

  As soon as she’d pulled my cock out she gobbled it up. Looking up like an obedient slave girl, she started hauling on it to get it hard.

  It wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind but it was still hot as fuck.

  Once she’d sucked me hard I grabbed a fistful of her hair. Not too rough, but not too gently either, and pulled her off.

  She looked up at me with the most adoring eyes. She really did like it rough.

  “On your knees on the bed,” I ordered.

  She scrambled up right away.

  I eyed her dripping pussy as I took off my own clothes. My eyes wandered up to her ass hole. The sight of it made my cock flex.

  Gripping another fistful of hair, I gave it a yank.

  Vanessa gasped.

  I pointed the head of my cock at her pussy. Something changed my mind. I slid my thumb up and down her wet slit instead, then up towards her ass.

  Vanessa’s body tightened and she turned her head back. There was a streak of wild fear in her expression.

  I stared right into her eyes. A second past. Then ten. A powerful lust surged through me at our battle of wills, at how the power that had always been so balanced between us seemed to be shifting towards me in that moment.

  Vanessa gave in. She looked away.

  My cock throbbed at her submission. I pushed my thumb into her tight ass hole and watched her wince in discomfort. “You really ready to follow through on our deal?” I asked.

  It took a few moments before Vanessa nodded.

  My cock was rock hard.

  I worked the rest of my thumb into her ass, until my fingers were flat against her fleshy cheeks. Then I pressed my cock to her pussy and shoved it in.

  She gasped and bucked forward at the sudden intrusion.

  As I slid into her I felt the outline of my thumb against the thin membrane between her pussy and ass.

  Hot juice oozed out of her.

  I started to fuck her slowly.

  She twisted, trying to find a comfortable position with my thumb that deep up her ass. After a few dozen thrusts she seemed to find it and started to push back.

  Suddenly her pussy and ass began squeezing around me and I felt her tremble. “Oh God…” The words came out as a breathy moan. Her bucking got harder as she ground herself against me. Her pussy started to slurp and splat as it drooled hot juice onto my cock.

  My nuts tightened up. I closed my eyes. I wanted…no, I needed to fuck her ass. I relaxed and tried not to come.

  “Fuck, Richard, you’re…you’re…you’re going to make me fucking come!” Almost as soon as the words had left her lips another powerful tremor rippled through her.

  The sight of flesh twisting in front of me and the sound of her scream pushed me closer to the edge. It was all I could do not to spew inside her as she rode out her orgasm on my cock.

  As soon as she was done I yanked my shaft out, then pulled my thumb from her ass. It was gaping wider than it normally did but it didn’t look nearly big enough to accommodate my cock. Still, I pressed the head of it against the closing hole.

  “Richard,” she whispered, breathless. “It’s to dry. Can you…” She didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, she turned her head and glanced at her ass.

  Her filthy suggestion spawned a greedy hunger inside me. I dropped to my knees. The dank musk of her back hole filled my nostrils. I spat. A fat glob landed right above her ass hole.

  Leaning forward, I closed my lips around her ass and began to lick.

  “Holy fuck…” Vanessa moaned. Her pussy squeezed with another nasty slurping sound.

  The taste of darkness slid along my tongue as I pushed it into her. I reached up and found her clit with my fingers and began to rub.

  Vanessa started to shake. “Jesus!” she cried.

  It only took another thirty seconds of fucking her ass with my tongue and slapping her clit before I felt her sphincter squeeze so tight I thought it was going to pop my tongue off. She screamed, trembled, then collapsed on her belly on the bed.

  I was on top of her like a hungry animal. Her pussy was leaking and now her ass was a frothing mess, too. I pointed my cock straight at it and drove myself inside.

  Pleasure seared through me as she took me into her hot, tight, lubricated back hole
.

  Her pained moan tightened my nuts.

  I looked down and soaked in the sight of my dominance over her, my cock balls deep inside her ass. That did it. I pulled out and slammed back in as the damn broke.

  As I thundered into her, plundering her virgin hole, cum pressed out from between us. I dumped such a load into her that it started spurting out in hot glops.

  Vanessa rewarded me with a contented moan. She reached back and spread her cheeks apart.

  I had never felt her be more mine.

  I stayed inside her until I was soft then pulled gently out. I fell down onto the bed beside her. The whole thing felt almost magical as she looked at me and smiled.

  “Happy?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  Her smile widened a little. “Good. You can think of that when I’ve got a big black cock stuffed inside me tomorrow night.”

  A delicious terror gripped my heart.

  Chapter 9

  The hotel was kind of a dive. Well, it was a dive. It seemed like Vanessa had searched out the seediest place she could find for her sordid soiree.

  We got there early, had a few drinks and watched some shitty TV while we waited. At eight o’clock someone knocked at the door.

  Vanessa was wearing her bathrobe so I got up and opened the door while she stayed on the bed. I was greeted by the sight of a pretty big black guy. He was about a head taller than me with skin so dark it nearly shone in the moonlight.

  He gave me a nod. “Vanessa?”

  For a moment I was too stunned to speak. “Uh…I…I’m not…” I heard Vanessa giggling behind me.

  Black dude raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. I know you’re not. She inside?” he asked looking past me.

  “Oh…right. Yeah.” My heart was pounding and my palms had started to sweat. I managed to pull myself together enough to step to one side and let him in.

  He stalked past me and into the room and I shut the door behind him.

  Vanessa was eyeing him with a sultry smile.

  He glanced between the two of us a few times. “Let me guess. First time?”

  Vanessa laughed on the bed and shook her head.