More than Her Husband (A Steamy Hotwife Romance Novel), page 10
After a few minutes, Charlie told her if she didn’t stop, her pussy wouldn’t be getting any action. She pulled away, her lips wet and swollen, smiling.
“We can’t have that,” she said.
Charlie led her over to a stool next to Robert. She braced her hands on it while Charlie moved behind her and thrust up into her wet and eager passage. From where Robert sat, he had a bird’s eye view of the man’s dick disappearing into his wife and then sliding back out, only to be pushed right back in again. Unlike most of the men Jennifer was with, Charlie didn’t fuck her like he was on a five-minute conjugal visit after three years in jail. He took his time with long, deep thrusts, humming while he fucked her.
“Damn I love pussy,” he said to Robert. “Fucking has got to be the most awesome thing on the planet.”
Running his hands up her slim body, he held onto her tits as he continued to jab his cock into her. He’d already been with two other women that same day, and he was in no rush. For some reason, he kept up a steady stream of conversation with Robert as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Your girl here has got a damn fine body. I love these smaller tits. Never understood why a lotta guys go for them big, huge ones. Tits like these you can really play with.”
He proved his point by pulling on her nipples and twisting. Jennifer cried out when the invisible line going from her breasts to the inside of her pussy got a fresh jolt of electricity from the way he was manipulating her breasts.
“Does she ever let you spank her?” he asked Robert next. “Me, I love giving a girl’s ass a few good whacks. Nothing serious, just enough to give them a rosy glow. Know what I mean?”
Robert didn’t, but Charlie didn’t seem to care. He drew out of Jennifer, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder as easily as if she weighed no more than a feather. While he walked to the couch like a caveman with his prize, he started slapping her ass making Jennifer laugh and squeal at the same time. At the couch, he pulled her down onto his lap and resumed the spanking.
“I saw this on the internet,” he told Robert. “Turns out lots of chicks like to be spanked. Makes them wetter than you wouldn’t believe.”
To prove his point, he stuck two fingers into Jennifer’s pussy and took them out showing Robert how they glistened with her moisture.
“You can spank their pussies too, and even their tits,” he went on. He couldn’t reach her breasts from the position they were in, but he delivered several slaps to her spread open pussy.
“Fuck that hurts and feels good,” Jennifer said all in a rush and a hiss through her teeth.
“Yeah, I may be an asshole, but I know how to treat a lady,” he said, laughing while he went on spanking her.
“You wouldn’t believe how wild your mom gets for me. You got any other female relatives I can fuck?”
Robert, deeper in hell than ever, his cock hard enough to hurt, said nothing. Charlie had Jennifer’s pussy spread wide apart with one hand so he could whap it with the other. All Robert could see was her luscious pink core and he yearned for her more than he could ever remember.
But it was Charlie who was getting the privilege of being with her.
“See? Now her ass is a nice, pretty red color.”
He lifted her off his lap and stood. “Get on your hands and knees,” he told her. “Time for some doggy style action. No better way to get my cock way deep in your pretty, pink pussy.
Jennifer had always agreed with that sentiment and she readily got into position. Charlie knelt on the couch behind her, thrusting into her and resuming the same rhythm he used with her before.
“You do your clit, okay? I always fall over when I try.”
Jennifer giggled, but went ahead and rubbed her clit hard up against her pubic bone.
“I like making them take care of their own business,” he told Robert. “They’re better at it after all. I provide the meat, they provide the rest, I say.”
Robert wondered what it would be like to have that much self-assurance and confidence. He knew if he were allowed to finally fuck his wife, he would spend the entire time trying to make it perfect for her. This guy simply told her to do it herself. And, the kicker was, she liked it.
“You gonna come soon?” Charlie asked, holding her waist in his hands while he pumped in and out with rhythmic slaps. Her answer was a loud moan.
He treated the whole thing so casually, like it was perfectly normal to have a girl like Jennifer let him fuck her, and he didn’t have to put forth any effort at all. If Robert had one dose of Charlie’s self-confidence, he could probably be the one coming in Jennifer instead of cleaning her up after someone else did.
While Robert was watching and half thinking he’d give anything to be Charlie and half thinking he was damn lucky to get whatever of Jennifer he could and if she ever did let him fuck her, he’d probably mess it up, Charlie continued to smoothly pump his cock in and out of her without a care in the world.
“Hey, you seem pretty okay with watching me fuck your wife. Why don’t you slide under here and help her out,” Charlie asked Robert as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Robert got off the stool and slowly walked over. Charlie stopped fucking her and pushed one of her legs off the couch. Then, he told Robert if he maneuvered his body between her leg and the couch, he could lick her pussy while he kept fucking her.
“Chick’s love it. Trust me. I’ve only seen it with one girl doing it to another one while she’s getting fucked like me and Jenny here, but I figure a guy works just as good. Right?”
He was right. Robert went exactly where Charlie told him too and was easily able to flick her clit with his tongue. When she started squealing, and Charlie felt her clench around his cock, he continued moving inside her slick, hot body.
“Ah, shit. Now I know why I never seen a guy do it. My nuts are hitting you in the chin. Sorry dude,” Charlie said.
Remembering the time with Jacque, Robert dared to slide his tongue further down his wife’s pussy to where Charlie’s cock was drawing in and out of it like a piston.
“Damn, that feels good!” Charlie exclaimed. Obviously he didn’t have a homophobic bone in his body, his probably one redeeming quality.
But once Robert’s tongue was added into the mix, Jennifer was pretty much done for. She came shortly after, screaming out into the loft, her voice echoing off the brick walls.
“Dude, keep it up,” Charlie told him. “She feels awesome on my dick when she comes. Make her go off again.”
Jennifer was squealing, whining, moaning, and mumbling, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” over and over. Robert really got into it, squeezing her thighs and using his tongue on her exactly how she liked. He would have preferred it if Charlie’s balls weren’t constantly swinging against him, but it was the best he had of her in a long time.
He made her come again, and even a third time. By the time Charlie finally announced to the world he was, “fucking coming like a rocket,” Jennifer was so drunk on pleasure she could barely move.
It seemed to take Charlie forever to finish spurting his load inside her. When he pulled out, thick gobs immediately seeped out of her still pulsing pussy.
“Damn,” he said, wiping his forehead. “You are the fucking best piece of ass I’ve had in I don’t know how long.”
He got up and wandered off into the kitchen, completely unbothered by his nakedness. Robert started to dab his tongue at the cum coming out of her pussy when she stopped him.
“I want you to fuck me, Robert. I want you to slide your cock into me while it’s filled to the brim with another man’s come. Can you do that?”
Robert, taken completely by surprise, froze in place.
“Can you?” she asked again.
“Yes,” he said.
“Good,” she said. Let’s go to bed.”
She stood up and Robert could see a stream of pearly white juice slide down her leg. While they walked over to the stairs going to their bedroom loft, Jennifer called out to Charlie to show himself out when he was ready.
When they got to the bed, Jennifer climbed in first telling Robert to spoon her. As soon as he was in place, she told him he could stick his cock inside.
Suddenly terrified he’d fuck it up, he slowly pushed into her sopping wet passage. He could feel Charlie’s cum squish around his shaft the further he went in. But he was finally inside his beloved wife, and he wouldn’t dream of complaining. She laid there completely passive while he thrust inside her, too timid to try fucking her hard even though he’d seen it was what she liked.
He came quickly, but not as fast as the first time she let him fuck her. Half asleep, she muttered that he was an absolutely pathetic lover and that he would better lick up all the cum before it got all sticky on her.
As happy as he’d ever been, Robert moved between her thighs using his tongue to lick up the come from his wife’s pussy.
A task, he finally admitted to himself, he’d never get tired of doing.
The End
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Jennifer waited in the exam room impatiently. She shivered in the silly paper gown she had been given. They always kept the rooms too cold. She hoped the doctor would show up soon before she lost her nerve. The dreams she was having lately were incredibly disturbing, and she really wanted a medical professional’s opinion. Even though her doctor was only a general practitioner and her dreams fell outside his line of expertise, he’d hopefully be able to offer some sort of guidance.
It was late. She was the last appointment of the day and the receptionist had gone home while Jennifer was still waiting to be called in. The nurse who had escorted her back was anxious about how far behind they were running.
Jennifer hoped it wouldn’t be too much longer before the doctor arrived. She’d been seeing Dr. Granger ever since she turned eighteen. He was a kindly old man and it was only because she was so familiar with him that she even contemplated asking her embarrassing questions.
A knock thudded against the door before it swung open. A man who appeared to be a doctor, though certainly not Dr. Granger, walked in. Jennifer clutched the thin paper robe tighter around her neck.
“Who are you?” she asked, nervously.
“Dr. Franklin,” he said in a kind, cultured voice. “Sorry for the long wait and last minute change. Dr. Granger was called away unexpectedly and asked me to fill in for him. If you prefer your regular doctor, we can reschedule.”
Jennifer swallowed and clutched the robe tighter. She really wanted to get everything over with. But, on the other hand, could she actually talk to a doctor who looked like he stepped out of a movie screen? He was a good thirty years younger than Dr. Granger, had a full head of midnight black hair, and ice blue eyes.
In a word, he was gorgeous.
While she was thinking about it, there was another knock on the door and the nurse came in. She went up to Dr. Franklin wringing her hands.
“I’m really very sorry, but I have to go now. My mother can’t wait any longer for her medication.”
The doctor sighed, but gave the agitated nurse a kind smile. “I understand. Thank you for staying as long as you did. It was a tough day for all of us.”
Looking very relieved, the nurse flashed Jennifer an apologetic smile and rushed from the room. When Dr. Franklin turned back to her he threw up his hands.
“Well, that settles that then. Without a nurse you’ll need to reschedule. I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience.” He opened her file and started to jot down a note.
Jennifer felt her heart race and her face heat from blushing. One of the things that had made her uncomfortable about talking about her issues with a doctor was knowing the nurse would be listening. She pictured them all gossiping about her afterward. This was her chance to talk to a doctor without another set of ears.
“Could I just do the appointment without the nurse?” she asked nervously.
Dr. Franklin raised his eyebrows, looking concerned. “Are you sure you’d be comfortable with that? The nurse is here for you. Most women prefer to have someone else present during exams.”
Shrugging, she looked at her feet, shy about meeting his beautiful blue eyes. “I’m fine without her. I mean, I like having just the doctor.”
“Hmm, it’s certainly not protocol. But since you’ve waited all this time and are already undressed, it seems awful to turn you away. If you’re certain you’re comfortable without her being here, we can continue,” he said, his voice more definite as he talked his way through it. “Only if you’re sure though?” he continued. “After all, you and I have never met before.”
Jennifer’s mind was racing. She had decided a temporary doctor was even better to speak to about her dreams. She’d probably never see him again after all so didn’t have to be embarrassed every time she had an appointment.
Finally looking him in the eye, she said, “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Okay then. Let’s get started.”
He opened her file and looked at the data the nurse had already collected. “Your blood pressure, temperature, and weight all look great. I see you eat well. That’s good. Hmm, we’re doing a pap smear? You want to do that still tonight?”
“Yes,” she said. “I want to get it all over with.”
Giving her an understanding smile, he placed the file on the counter. “I can certainly see that.”
He walked closer to her and patted the head of the exam table she sat on. “You can go ahead and lie down.”
Jennifer swiveled around and reclined onto the padded table. The doctor extended the stirrups and pushed the removable end into the hidden compartment beneath. When she placed her feet in the stirrups, he came around to her side.
“I usually start with the breast exam. Okay?”
Nodding, she tried to force herself to relax. She wasn’t at all worried about being alone with him or even having him touch her. It was the anticipation of having something important to say but fearing the reaction. Just thinking about her questions was turning her on. She felt her nipples harden, making her blush.
“I’m sorry for the cold,” the doctor said when he spread apart the paper robe.
“Oh, uhm, it’s not that,” she blurted out and then wanted to snap her mouth shut when she realized what she’d said.
He smiled and reached for her right breast, lightly rubbing around the nipple with his fingertips. Thankfully he didn’t ask what she meant by her comment.
Despite the cold room, his hands were warm and felt lovely against her skin. Horrifyingly, she found herself responding to him, her pussy tingling with desire. Turning her head to look away, she tried to think about something else. But with his hands on her and all the crazy thoughts in her head, she couldn’t force her body to behave.
“Are you okay?” he asked, finishing with the first breast.
“Uhm, I’m sorry. I just have some questions I’d been needing to ask but they’re kind of embarrassing so…” she let her voice trail off, her eyes firmly on the ceiling tiles above.
He walked around the head of the table and started to examine her left breast.
“Ask me anything,” he said kindly. “And please don’t worry, I’m sure there’s nothing you can say that would shock me.”
Reassured, she took a deep breath and decided to go for it. “I keep having all sorts of strange dreams. I’m with a man in them, but instead of everything being nice and romantic, it’s all rough and violent. He’s hitting me and forcing me to do things.”
Dr. Franklin kept touching her breast while she spoke, slowly working his way around the soft mound, checking for lumps. She had never intended to talk about this stuff while the doctor was actually touching her and realized it was a huge mistake. Her back arched and she pressed into his hand before she even realized what she had done.
His hands stopped moving, but stayed on her breast. “Jennifer? Can you look at me please?”
His eyes were intense, concern written all over his face. “Are you being abused?” he asked.
“Oh, no no!” she was quick to reassure him. “Absolutely not. The dreams. They’re good.”
She had gotten the hardest part out and only maintained eye contact through sheer force of will.
“Okay, good. I’m very glad to hear that,” He smiled.
Jennifer let out a huge breath, feeling much better now. “So, yeah, I just wanted to know. Is this normal?”
“What are the men forcing you to do?” he asked, still holding her breast in his hands.
“They spank me,” she started. “And, uhm, other things. I, uh, it’s hard to describe without being crude.”
