More than Her Husband (A Steamy Hotwife Romance Novel), page 1
Copyright © 2015 by, Megan West
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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Chapter 1
The wedding had gone off without a hitch. Everyone agreed the bride was gorgeous, and the minister did a fine job of capturing the beauty of their relationship during the ceremony. The groom withstood plenty of good natured teasing during the reception since everyone knew the couple had been waiting until their wedding night to be intimate for the first time. He was over the moon for his wife though and would have happily waited a lifetime for her.
Sadly, the groom had to wait one more night. Straight from the reception hall they went to the airport, and then they had an overnight flight down to their resort in Jamaica. By the time they arrived in their room, they could do little more than ogle the ocean waves lapping mere feet from their patio. Dead on their feet, they collapsed into a happy pile of sleepy people who had nothing more pressing to do than a good long nap.
The former Miss. Jennifer Bartleby, now Mrs. Jennifer Maxwell, awoke to her new husband, Robert Maxwell, running his hands up and down her body. She could feel his manhood pressed up against her hip, and she knew it was time to break an unpleasant truth to him.
Slipping out of his grip, she rolled off the bed onto her feet, putting the California King firmly between them. Giving him the smile she knew he couldn’t resist, she nervously reached behind her to gather her long blond hair into her hands.
“Honey, not just yet,” she started.
Robert climbed out of bed looking concerned. He walked around and tried to take his her into his arms, but she stepped back out of his reach.
Looking determined, she grabbed Robert’s arm and pulled him over to the wide full length mirror hanging on the wall. It was big enough to show both of them side by side. Jennifer was slim with high breasts and softly rounded hips. Her blue eyes, normally always dancing with excitement, regarded the man beside her with concern.
Robert was taller than she was but slim as a beanpole. His brown eyes were preternaturally large behind his thick glasses and his sandy colored hair was a messy pile on top of his head.
Sighing, Jennifer turned to face her husband, taking his hands in hers. “Maybe I’ve been too subtle, but I’ve been trying for the past year to get you to focus a little more on your appearance and a little less on work. Now our honeymoon is here, and I don’t want to go to bed with you.”
Robert nearly gasped at her, floored by what she was saying. “But...but. Don’t you love me?”
Squeezing his hands, she said, “Of course I do! I love you more than anything. You’re my best friend, and I want to spend my life with you. But I can’t sleep with you.”
Showing some uncharacteristic spirit, Robert flung her hands away. “Then what did you marry me for? My bank account?”
“No. Of course not. You’re the man I want for my husband and to be the father of my children.”
Scoffing, he walked over to the window and leaned up against the sill. “And how exactly do you propose we obtain those children?”
Jennifer waved the non-existent children away. “We both said that’s many years from now anyway.”
“Surely you don’t expect me to wait those many years?” he said, his voice gone stiff and formal.
She shook her head, smiling at him again and trying to move closer to him without him scooting away from her. “Not at all. Listen, I have an idea.”
“What is it?” he asked.
“I’m going to go down to the bar and pick up a man suitable for me to go to bed with. I’ll bring him back here so you can see the body and type of guy I’m attracted to. You can watch us have sex and maybe that will inspire you to improve yourself some more.”
Robert looked at her in abject disbelief, “are you fucking out of your mind?”
Hurt, Jennifer frowned. “You know I don’t like it when you swear at me. I’m going to go take a shower. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
Showing him her back, she slowly pulled down the little silk shorts she wore and removed the matching skimpy tank top. Naked, she glided into the bathroom leaving the door open; and leaving him with only a teasing glimpse of her naked body.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” Robert asked, pain and frustration in his voice.
Jennifer ignored him, turning on the taps for the large sunken tub. As it filled, she went back into the suite to grab the bag holding her shampoo, conditioner, and soap, pointedly ignoring her husband. Back in the bathroom, she arranged the bottles in a row on the ledge and then climbed into the tub.
Robert stood in the doorway, not sure what to do with himself. He’d never seen her naked before, and this wasn’t exactly how he’d pictured the first time going. She was pure perfection, and he wanted her with a fierceness he didn’t know he possessed. A monster growling deep inside told him to climb right in the tub and claim his wife, but he tamped it down knowing he could never do such a thing.
“What do you want me to do?” he pleaded.
“Can you get me my razor and shave gel?” she said sweetly, as if nothing was wrong.
Taken aback by the simple request, he ran to do her bidding, returning with the items she asked for in less than a moment.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling at him, all anger seemingly forgotten.
She raised one long leg out of the tub and was about to spread shaving gel on it when she thought better of it.
“You know, honey. I’m still really tired. Do you mind shaving my legs for me?” she asked as if it was the most normal thing for them to do.
“Uhm, okay. Sure,” he said, coming closer to the tub. “Should I come in?”
“No. That’s not necessary,” she said firmly. “You can do it from right there.”
Disappointed, but not willing to risk losing the chance to touch her, he took the shave gel and squirted a generous amount in his hand. Then he softly spread the foaming pink gel from her ankle, over her calf and knee, up her thigh. The higher up her leg his hands went, the slower he moved, not sure how high he was permitted to go. But she didn’t stop him until one of his hands was right up against her pussy.
“You can shave it now,” she said, a warning in her voice.
He nodded and then took the razor and started shaving her leg as gently as he could, terrified to nick her. Near as he could tell, her leg was silky smooth already. She let him shave all the way up to the tops of her thighs. When he got to the water line, she’d lift her pelvis up and out of the water, showing him the wet, glistening skin of her ass and even her equally smooth, shaved pussy.
His cock was in danger of bursting through his pajama pants and he thought he might come in them like a teenager. When he finished shaving her legs, he quickly put the razor down and stepped away from the tub.
“Anything else?” he asked, his voice breaking like an adolescent.
“No, baby. That was great. Thanks. You can shut the door behind you on your way out.”
Speechless, Robert did as he was told and left the room.
When Jennifer came out thirty minutes later, she was wrapped in a towel with another on her head. Ignoring him, she went to the closet where the staff had hung their clothes. Choosing a skimpy black halter dress, she grabbed her makeup bag and went back into the bathroom.
Robert called through the door, “Should I get dressed? Are we going out?”
“I’m going down to the bar. You can join me if you’d like, but I won’t be down there very long.”
It was finally dawning on him she was going through with her idea as if he’d agreed to it with no issues. He felt himself starting to panic.
“Please, honey. Don’t do this,” he begged through the door.
She came out fifteen minutes later, her hair in an intricate knot on top of her head and her makeup flawlessly applied, only then bothering to answer his begging.
“It’ll be good for us. I promise. You’ll see.” With that she grabbed her little evening purse holding her phone and hotel room keycard and left the room, and her husband, behind.
The entire time she was gone, Robert paced back and forth. He’d hurriedly gotten dressed, determined to march down to the bar and put an end to this farce. But then he’d thought about seeing her naked in the bathroom. If she really was going to refuse to make love to him, then his only chance at seeing her naked again would be while she was with another man. As heinous as it sounded, the thought didn’t whither his erection like he’d assumed it would. Instead, his cock was as ready to go as when he had first woken up next to his sleepy, warm new wife.
Upon hearing the sni
In walked Jennifer, and right behind her was a tall man who looked like he modeled high end underwear for a living. He had a sculpted face and a rock hard muscular body easily visible beneath his tight t-shirt. His arms were wrapped around Robert’s beloved wife. He thought he’d throw up when he saw the man’s hands already in his wife’s dress, fondling her breasts.
“This the guy?” the stranger asked.
“Yes, this is my husband, Robert,” Jennifer answered. “This is Mark. He’s a doctor here for a convention.”
“Hey, man,” Mark said as if the situation were perfectly normal. Then, completely dismissing Robert, he spun Jennifer around and pulled the straps holding the halter up over her head. Her dress sank to the floor in a puddle of black silk leaving her completely naked.
“You weren’t wearing underwear?” Robert choked out, not sure why that even mattered considering as another man was currently kissing his wife while playing with her tits.
Jennifer broke the kiss. “I didn’t want there to be any doubt as to what I wanted. Mark’s already made me come once at the bar,” she said.
Mark waggled his eyebrows at Robert and showed him the two fingers of his left hand leaving no doubt as to how he had pleasured her. Then he pushed his fingers into her mouth, telling her to show him how far she could take him into her mouth.
As if she was given a delicious cone of ice cream in danger of melting, she sucked on his fingers with enthusiasm. She looked at Robert and rolled her eyes in ecstasy like he was one of her girlfriends and would be all excited about the hot guy she had landed. While Robert stared in disbelief, she continued to lick the guy’s fingers as Mark kissed her neck and ran his other hand down her ass.
Jennifer could taste herself on Mark’s fingers, and the memory of how he’d gotten her off so easily at the bar burned in her mind. Feeling incredibly daring and bold, she had taken the empty stool next to his and sat, her legs crossed so her dress could show an indecent amount of smooth, firm thigh. When he had turned to see her there, she knew she had him when his eyes grew wide.
“Hey,” he said. “Where did you come from?”
“The honeymoon suite.”
Surprised, he looked around. “Where’s your husband?”
“Oh, he’s still up there. Would you like to buy me a drink? I’d love a long island iced tea, and I’m very thirsty,” she said.
With raised eyebrows, the gorgeous man with brown hair and blue eyes relayed her order to the bartender, not taking his gaze off the beautiful girl sitting next to him with her wedding ring prominently displayed.
“You really are married?” he asked, gesturing with his chin toward her left hand.
“Yes. We tied the knot yesterday,” she said cheerfully.
“Then what are you doing down here?” Beautiful as she was, if she was only going to get free drinks from him and waste his time, there were plenty other pretty young things in the bar.
“Oh,” she said, shrugging. “I’m not quite ready for monogamy yet, it seems.”
Pretending to see a spot on the skirt of her dress, she picked it up as if to get a closer look.
“Oops!” she said, dropping the skirt as if it suddenly burned her fingers...but not before she was certain he got a good look at her naked pussy.
“Yeah. Oops,” he said, doubt in his voice.
Jennifer gave him a shy smile. Her drink arrived, and she took it from the bar and started to sip through the little red stirrer straw.
“What’s your name?” she asked. “I’m Jennifer.”
“Mark,” he said, sliding off his stool and standing next to her. Looking her in the eye, he boldly slipped his hand under her dress and between her thighs. Giving him no sign of wanting him to stop, she moaned when his fingers parted her soft, dewy folds and started playing with her slit.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
He kept it up, nonchalantly drinking his beer while he fingered her hungry pussy. A guy who must have been a friend of his came by to chat. Mark good-naturedly gestured to where his hand disappeared under Jennifer’s skirt.
“I’m a little tied up at the moment,” he said.
His friend gave him a slap on the back and told him to carry on, shaking his head as he walked away. None of it mattered to Jennifer. All she cared about was how he was making her feel. When she came, she stifled her scream by biting down on her hand, her thighs shaking around his wrist. As soon as she had control of her body again, she gulped down the rest of her drink, hopped off the stool, and brightly asked Mark to accompany her to her room.
And now here he was, picking her up in his arms bridal style, which Robert had never gotten around to doing, and carrying her to the bed. He placed her toward the end, her head hanging off the mattress. She started to scoot up toward the headboard, but he told her to stay where she was.
“I’ve got something for you,” he said, winking while he pulled his cock out of his pants. “Open up.”
Dutifully Jennifer opened her mouth. Taking his manhood in hand, he fed it between her open lips, sliding it right down over her tongue and toward her throat.
“Does she know how to deep throat?” he asked Robert.
Robert was in a state of shock and numbly shrugged his shoulders. “She’s a virgin,” he whispered.
Mark raised his eyebrows and looked down at Jennifer. “Really?”
Around a mouthful of cock she grinned and shook her head. Chuckling, Mark reached down and took her tits in his hands while he started pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Like a pro she swallowed him down her throat as if she did it every day.
While he was thrusting against her face, Jennifer opened her legs and began playing with her pussy, more than ready to come again from the sheer eroticism of having Mark’s cock in her mouth while Robert watched.
It was even better than all the times she fantasized about it before the wedding. She hadn’t been lying when she told Robert she loved him. And she even hungered for him too, only not in the way he’d hoped. She wanted him to watch her with other men. Wanted him to see what she was capable of. She knew he had this image of her in his head as a sweet girl who had never done anything to hurt anyone’s feelings and who could always be counted on by friends and family. And, for the most part, his idea of her was true.
But she had this other side of her, and it was about as naughty as a girl got.
She’d never actually told Robert she was a virgin, but she certainly let him believe it when she said she wanted to wait for their wedding night. Robert had no idea she was very sexually active with other men during their entire courtship. Jennifer had thought maybe she’d be able to give it up once they were married.
Now, she knew better.
