More than Her Husband (A Steamy Hotwife Romance Novel), page 2
“You’ve got a sweet mouth,” Mark told her, his voice deep and husky as her tongue rolled along the underside of his shaft.
Her eyes were watering, and her lips were getting numb, but she continued to rub her clit with her fingers and was close to coming.
Robert was still rooted in place, watching Mark treat his wife’s face like a sex toy and Jennifer playing with herself. He could actually see her lips stretch along his cock and it partly made him want to vomit and partly made him want to take out his own dick and pleasure himself while he watched, as if it was some kind of porn show.
Abruptly, Mark pulled out of Jennifer’s mouth and stood back. “Okay, sweetheart. Up on your hands and knees.”
More than ready to have his cock in her body, Jennifer readily obeyed, staying close to the edge of the bed. While she was moving into position, Mark quickly shucked off his clothes. Naked he was even more imposing than before. He was well muscled without an ounce of fat, but didn’t have that overly muscular look some guys got if they worked out too much. A huge, green dragon tattoo curled over his chest. Robert thought his dick would wilt from inadequacy, but it only got even harder.
Naked, Mark moved back to the bed, cock in hand. He easily sunk it into Jennifer’s eager pussy, removing any last lingering hope of her being a virgin.
“Mm, baby. You feel so-o-o-o good on my cock. I have no idea what kind of fucked up relationship you and him have, but I like it,” Mark said.
Jennifer wiggled her ass in appreciation of the compliment, glad he was happy with her body. She loved how he took her with no muss, no fuss—just simple straight forward fucking. Searching the room, she found Robert standing several feet from the bed looking like he was watching a train wreck in slow motion...other than the huge tent in his pants. She was impressed.
While Mark rocked her back and forth on the bed with his thrusts, she gave her husband a sweet smile. “Look, honey. See how good he is? His cock feels so amazing inside me. There’s no way you could do this, baby. You get that, right?”
“Damn,” Mark muttered behind her, not missing a beat though with his thrusts. “He’s never gonna be able to get it on with you if you talk to him like that.”
“Do you think I’m wrong?” she asked. “Look at him.”
“No, thanks,” he said. “He’s your husband. You look at him. I’d rather look at your fine ass.”
Jennifer’s giggles turned into groans when Mark started fucking her even harder, gripping her hips tight in his hands and slamming her back to meet him with each thrust.
“Ooh,” she squealed, reaching under and between her legs to rub her clit. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”
Her noises seemed to urge Mark on, and he reached up her torso to grab her tits in his hands, curving his body over hers while he slammed his cock into her. She couldn’t keep her balance and had to put both hands back on the bed.
“Robert, come play with my clit,” she ordered her husband. “I need to come.”
The most they had ever done was kiss before, but Robert was too much at a loss to handle the situation to even think about saying no. He moved to the side of the bed and reached under his wife’s rocking body. Accidentally he touched the cock pounding her, and he leapt back like he’d been shocked by lightning.
“Robert!” Jennifer screamed out. “Hurry! He’s gonna come soon.”
Mark ignored the couple and kept fucking her, not caring whether or not she came before he did. He was trying to draw it out, only because she felt perfect around his cock. But the girl was right, he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Robert reached his hand under her again, as tentatively as if Mark’s dick was a poisonous snake poised to bite him.
“No worries, man,” Mark said to Robert. “You can touch my me all you want.”
Finally coming to life, Robert hissed to Mark. “I do not want to touch you at all.”
“Suit yourself.”
“Here?” Robert asked Jennifer, his hand touching her pussy for the first time. He easily found the little nub of nerves she ached to have stimulated.
“Yes!” she said, her voice angry and impatient. “Now rub it already.”
She no longer sounded anything like the sweet woman he married. Scared, he softly rubbed her in slow, easy circles.
“Not like that you fucktard. Harder!”
Turning bright red with embarrassment, especially when Mark started laughing so hard he could barely keep thrusting into her, Robert increased the pressure.
“This is by far the oddest threesome I’ve ever been in,” Mark finally said when his laughter died down. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, buddy.”
Trying hard to ignore the guy who’s cock he could feel sliding in and out of his wife’s pussy, Robert tried adjusting what he was doing to make her come faster. When she screamed, throwing back her head, he hoped that meant he was doing it right.
Almost feeling bad, Mark gripped her hips tight, buried himself into her wetness one last time, and came, filling her sweet passage with his juices. Jennifer groaned while his cock quivered and spurted inside her, but didn’t move until he was done. Giving her a friendly slap on her ass, he pulled out and immediately headed to the bathroom to wash up before getting dressed again. Robert, not sure what to do now, stopped working her clit and took a step back from the bed.
Ignoring Mark’s departure, Jennifer flipped onto her back, spread her legs, and told Robert to get on the bed.
“I want you to make me come with your mouth,” she told him.
When he looked at her with shock and disgust, she groaned. “Don’t give me that look. Just get up here and do it.”
Trying to find his backbone, Robert finally protested. “But, Jennifer. He wasn’t wearing a condom. You’re filled with his...stuff.”
“So?” she demanded. “It’s still my pussy. Don’t you want to make me feel good? How can I ever fuck you if you don’t care anything about me?”
“Will you let me do it if I do this?” he asked, actually considering it even though he could see the other man’s pearly white juices dripping out of her.
Impatient with him, Jennifer reached between her legs and spread her pussy apart. “Just get over here already, damnit. You’re pissing me off.”
While Robert still hesitated Mark came out of the bathroom and pulled on his pants, though he left them undone and went to sit on the bed next to Jennifer’s head. Nonchalantly, he grabbed one of her tits and rubbed the nipple roughly with his thumb while he waited to see what Robert would do.
Finally, Robert could hold out no longer against the fierceness of his wife’s gaze. It didn’t even matter that Mark was watching him and seeing what a pussy he was. He climbed on the bed, positioned himself between her legs, and tentatively touched her clit with his tongue, trying hard to avoid the cum seeping out of her.
Having none of that, Jennifer grabbed his head and mashed it against her pussy, rubbing his face in it.
“There,” she said. “Now do it right.”
Thoroughly humiliated but still, for some reason, incredibly turned on, Robert gave up and started using his tongue on her in earnest. He lapped up all the cum and sucked on her clit. Without needing to be told, he pushed two fingers into her pussy, pumping them in and out while his tongue coaxed her toward a climax.
“Yes, finally!” she said, groaning at the feel of his mouth on her pussy.
“Wow, he’s really doing it,” Mark said, awed at the lengths the whipped guy was going to please his wife. He could attest to how hot she was and even though he’d just finished fucking her, the feel of her perfect breast in his hand was nearly making him hard again. Or maybe it was the way she ordered her poor, hapless husband around.
With her back arched and her grip still tight on Robert’s hair, she barely noticed Mark still playing with her breast. All she wanted was to feel more of Robert’s tongue on her clit. He dutifully obliged, swirling his tongue all over her plump, slick flesh and then giving her some more suction on her clit. When Jennifer felt herself coming, she clamped her thighs on Robert’s head to make sure he couldn’t get away and ground her pussy against his face until the friction finally made her go over the edge and she screamed out her climax, clutching her husband’s face against her like it was a sex toy.
Mark, watching her, took his cock out of his pants and started stroking it. Seeing her come to pieces had him rock hard again already. She was a gorgeous creature with her beautiful, long blond hair and shining blue eyes. Her figure rocked and she seemed down for almost anything. Her lightweight of a husband only made it all the more memorable and amusing.
“Hey, man. While you’re there go ahead and spit on her asshole. I’m gonna hit that next,” he told Robert, a definite smirk in his tone.
Robert, utterly defeated, looked up at Mark when Jennifer released him with her thighs. From his expression, Jennifer could tell he hoped Mark was joking, but he wasn’t counting on it. Helpfully, she put her legs together and then lifted them up high, bending at the waist so her legs were over her torso and head.
“Go on, baby. You did so good with my pussy. Get my ass ready for Mark.”
She expected more resistance from him, but he seemed completely broken. Robert spit into his hand and rubbed her tight rosebud of a hole getting her nice and wet for Mark.
“You done this before?” Mark asked Jennifer while he continued to stroke his cock.
“Mm,” she answered. “I love it.”
“I hope you don’t need any lube,” he said. “I don’t have any, and I somehow doubt you do.”
She laughed. “Don’t worry about it. Go nice and slow and I’ll be fine. Let me get your cock wet with my mouth.”
“A fine idea,” Mark said, kneeling next to Jennifer’s head so he could push his cock between her lips.
She immediately started wetting him with her tongue, getting his rod nice and slick. While she worked on Mark’s cock and while Robert was still getting her puckered hole wet, she started playing with her clit again.
When Mark felt like he couldn’t wait any longer he withdrew from Jennifer’s mouth and climbed off the bed. He walked over to Robert and stuck his dick up against the other guy’s face.
“Hey, wanna lick this too?” he said, laughing.
Robert jumped back like he’d been bitten, swearing at Mark. The other guy only laughed at him more while he took Robert’s spot. To make things ever easier, he dipped the head of his shaft in her pussy first to get even wetter. Then he pulled out and started pushing against her ass. Even with everything he had seen with Jennifer tonight, he was a little surprised how easily she took him in.
“Damn, man. Do you have any idea how often she must do anal for me to go in like this? You are one lucky man. Well, if she ever lets you fuck her that is.”
Shaking his head in admiration of Jennifer’s asshole, Mark pushed all the way in, smoothly easing past her tight ring of muscle and encasing his cock in her tight body. With his upper body, he pushed down on her legs, folding her even more in half. As Jennifer gave deep guttural moans beneath him, he pumped his cock in and out with quiet grunts.
Thankfully Jennifer was still able to reach her pussy and she kept up playing with herself while Mark used her ass. Since Robert wasn’t needed anymore, neither of them paid him the slightest bit of attention. Unable to stand it anymore, Robert took his cock out of his pants and started stroking it. His movements were tentative as he wasn’t even sure if Jennifer would allow him to pleasure himself.
He fell into this role of needing permission to do anything remotely sexual so easily; he felt like such a loser.
This time Jennifer came before Mark, the clenching of her body finishing him off. With a loud shout, he pumped a second load into her before collapsing limply to her side, breathing heavy.
“Mm. That was amazing. Thank you.” she said to Mark. Turning to Robert, she grinned when she saw him jerking his cock.
Chapter 2
Sometime during the night Mark left their room to go back to his own. When Robert woke up, he found Jennifer lying beside him wearing a skimpy silk nighty. His cock, still unattended to, throbbed painfully inside the boxer briefs he wore to bed.
“Jennifer?” he said softly. “Are you awake?”
Jennifer’s eyes blinked open and she looked at him sleepily, smiling when she saw him.
“Hey, baby. Did you sleep well?”
“I guess,” he answered.
Coming fully awake, Jennifer noticed the very large bulge in her husband’s underwear. It poked up and made his boxers look like a little tent. She smiled and placed her hand over it, lightly rubbing.
“You really liked what you saw last night, didn’t you?” she asked.
Stunned she would think so, Robert sputtered, “Liked? I hated it. I hated every second of it. I wanted to be with you. I wanted to make love to you. Instead you treated me like some kind of toy while you fucked that other guy.”
Immediately Jennifer’s eyes filled with tears. She pulled her hand away from Robert and leapt from the bed.
“Fine then. Don’t watch next time. See if I try to help you again. Maybe we’ll never have sex. How would you like that?” she said before turning and storming into the bathroom.
Stunned at her reaction, at how quickly she turned the tables and made him the bad guy, Robert slowly got out of bed, his erection withering away.
When Jennifer came back, she acted as if nothing had happened. They got dressed and went to breakfast falling into their old patterns of talk and camaraderie. Robert was reminded of why he’d fallen in love with her in the first place. She was incredibly intelligent and compassionate. Her work as a civil rights lawyer exposed her to an incredible spectrum of human issues. She was passionate about extending legal aid to those who couldn’t afford it, arguing that a country’s laws should never put any portion of the population at a disadvantage due to either not being able to understand them or pay for someone who could.
Over breakfast her and Robert talked about the latest case she was working on and the latest political race back home. Robert’s job wasn’t nearly as interesting as hers since he only designed software for a major bank. They rarely talked about his work. But, when they did, Jennifer somehow made him feel like his occupation was every bit as interesting as hers.
After breakfast they went on a local tour up a mountain to see how the coffee beans were grown. The tour company provided a luxurious bus for the trip since it was a couple hours there and back. They were fed a scrumptious lunch before their return trip, and they grabbed a couple pounds of coffee to take home. The events of the previous night had faded to a bad memory in Robert’s head, and he would have been content to leave them there except one of the other men on the tour made it impossible.
Half the guests had paid extra to spend the night on top of the mountain so the bus was only half full on the way back. Robert and Jennifer had the rear seats all to themselves. Jennifer, feeling tired, snuggled up against Robert’s chest, wrapping his arms around her. He wanted so badly to slip his hand into her shirt to cup one of her breasts in his hand. He wanted to capture her lips in a kiss and maybe even make love to her right there in the back of the bus. His cock grew in his shorts, and he shifted uncomfortably.
“You okay, baby?” she asked him.
“Yeah,” he answered. “I’m fine.”
Trying to ignore his desires, he closed his eyes and thought of lines of code and looming projects at work.
“You guys on your honeymoon?”
When Robert opened his eyes, he saw a guy around his own age standing there. He was giving them a knowing grin.
“How did you know?” Jennifer asked.
“Must have been a long night. You look tired,” he said.
Robert nearly groaned out loud, instead turning to look out the window, hoping by not participating in the conversation it would end sooner.
Jennifer, far friendlier than Robert was with strangers, answered. “Well, probably not what you think, but we were up pretty late.”
Stunned that she would even mention the night before to a complete stranger, Robert stared at her sideways.
“Robert’s not ready for sex yet so I brought up a guy from the bar to show him what I like,” she went on.
The other guy looked astounded but couldn’t hide the smile creeping across his face. “Wow. Well, that must have made for an interesting night,” he said, nearly laughing.
Jennifer smiled at him. “What are you doing back here? The bathroom’s up toward the middle on this type of bus.”
He shrugged. “Just stretching my legs.”
Very obviously eyeing the guy’s crotch, Jennifer coyly asked. “Is there anything else you want to stretch?”
