More than Her Husband (A Steamy Hotwife Romance Novel), page 7
The bartender could easily see what the couple before him were doing when he set down the drinks. He gave Matthew a congratulatory smile that may as well have been a high five. To Robert, he said he either had to order something or give the stool up for someone else.
Thankfully, their name was called for their table, saving Robert the further embarrassment of leaving his wife at the bar alone with his boss. The hostess led them over to a circular booth meant for a larger party.
“This is all we have. Is it okay?” she asked.
“More than,” Matthew replied, slipping her a discreet tip.
Ushering Jennifer in first, Matthew followed, sitting close to her. Robert came in on the other side, but kept his distance knowing it would only make Jennifer mad if he also tried to sit close.
While Robert tried to focus on the menu, Matthew slipped his hand under the table and between Jennifer’s sleek thighs. She immediately spread her legs for him, and he easily pushed her thong aside and sank two fingers into her pussy while he used his other hand to open his menu.
Only an idiot could have missed what was going on. Robert was a lot of things, but an idiot wasn’t one of them. Dumbly he watched the muscles on Matthew’s arm flex as he worked Jennifer’s pussy with his fingers. Her parted mouth and heavy breathing were only further clues.
When the waiter showed up, he took one look and gave Matthew the same man to man grin the bartender had as if they were all part of some club Robert could never hope to join.
Matthew ordered for him and Jennifer, choosing steak for himself and seafood for her. Miserable, Robert ordered a salad, no longer hungry. His eyes locked on the spot where Matthew’s arm disappeared under the table. When Jennifer came shortly after the waiter left, she was mostly discreet, though Robert could easily tell.
Matthew put his hand back on the table, his fingers glistening wet, and then leaned over and whispered something in Jennifer’s ear. In response she gave him a wicked grin. Then, after a quick look around their secluded corner of the restaurant, she slipped under the table.
The nightmare was growing worse and worse for Robert. Right there in front of him, his boss was getting a blowjob from his new wife. He knew the moment her soft lips descended down the man’s cock by the look of bliss he got on his face. His heart clenched and it all felt completely different from when they were on their honeymoon.
Down in Jamaica it was like a different world, like they were living in some kind of sexually charged utopia. It was easy to believe it was all a fantasy far removed from reality. He had known they wouldn’t magically have the type of traditional sex life he envisioned before the honeymoon. He wasn’t sure he even wanted that anymore since he knew he would miss the odd dependency and constant yearning he had for Jennifer.
But he never thought she’d target someone who was part of his daily life. Watching his boss enjoy a blowjob from his wife was far more degrading than licking another man’s balls. What was it about him that made others dismiss him so easily?
When the waiter came by to deliver water and bread, he didn’t seem at all surprised to find Matthew completely distracted and Jennifer’s seat empty. Robert ordered a whisky on the rocks, deciding he would never make it through the night without a little help from alcohol. When he saw his boss’s hands clench on the table and his face get tense, he knew he was right then and there coming into his wife’s mouth. Sure enough, a moment later Jennifer joined them from under the table, daintily dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her napkin as if she had just eaten a delicious meal.
At least once they had both come, they mostly kept their hands to themselves throughout dinner, though Matthew found it hard to resist the side boob clearly visible to him. Jennifer and Matthew ignored Robert and talked mostly of the honeymoon. Thankfully Jennifer only shared the excursions they had done and sites they saw. Over desert, she invited Matthew back to their apartment after dinner.
“I’d be happy to join you,” he said, once again fondling her breast. Perky, pink nipples were more than he had ever been able to resist.
“Mm. I’m glad you can make it,” Jennifer answered. She had always been attracted to Robert’s boss, but knew she had to wait until after the wedding to have him. It would have been terrible to go behind Robert’s back with the man he answered to, but now he was fair game.
Since both Matthew and Robert had taken the train, they all took Jennifer’s car back to the apartment. Matthew drove with Jennifer seated shotgun and Robert tucked in the back by himself. While driving one handed, Matthew kept his other hand busy playing with Jennifer’s soaked pussy. It was a small car and from the cramped back seat, Robert could easily see what he was doing. Again he marveled at how his boss could act as if he didn’t even exist considering all the time he’d spent working for him. But since Robert was, after all, letting it happen right under his nose without saying a word; he supposed he wasn’t very difficult to ignore after all.
It wasn’t a long ride to the apartment Robert and Jennifer shared. It was a loft space on the top floor of an old mill building. They had bought it as an investment and intended to rent it out when they moved into a house. For now, it suited them both being close to the train and convenient to anything else they needed.
When they stepped into the freight elevator, Jennifer and Matthew left it to Robert to close the gate and push the button. Matthew was too busy finally getting his hands all the way in Jennifer’s dress to grab both of her perfect tits at once.
Bending down, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, biting down on the hard nub with his teeth while he fondled her other breast. Every bit as eager to explore the rest of her body, he pushed her up against the wall and ran his hands down her back, grabbing her ass. From there he went between her legs, sinking two fingers inside her.
All Jennifer could do was hold on and moan. By the time the elevator had reached the top floor, Matthew had lifted her up, placed her legs over his shoulders, and buried his face into her pussy. Robert quietly blocked the doors from closing and watched Matthew make his wife scream with pleasure.
When she finally stopped shaking, he let her down and carried out from the elevator bridal style, giving Robert a cheerful, “thanks, man,” for holding the gate open.
The elevator opened directly into their apartment. Jennifer had done all the decorating and it was a cheerful, well-lit space filled with large plants. The kitchen took up the entire other end. Steep stairs went up to a loft bedroom. Unwilling to wait long enough to get to the bed, Matthew immediately bent Jennifer over the closest piece of furniture, tossed her skirt up onto her back, pulled his cock from his pants, and sank it into her pussy right past the string from her thong going down the crack of her ass. Having no interest in taking things slow, he fucked her hard from the start, slamming into her over and over.
It seemed to Robert every single guy who had Jennifer knew exactly what she wanted as if she gave out some sort of secret signal. Unlike most girls, she had no interest in romance or gentleness. She wanted to be pounded hard and that was it. From the sounds of her moans echoing through the apartment, Matthew was all too happy to oblige.
As best as Robert could tell, they came at the same time, both of their bodies shaking from the effort. When they separated, Jennifer remained where she was. Matthew went over to a nearby couch and flopped down onto the seat. When he looked up and saw Robert still standing near the elevator gate, he chuckled tiredly.
“Enjoy the show?” he asked, gazing pointedly at Robert’s crotch where his cock had made a noticeable bulge.
Robert ignored the question and walked over to where Jennifer was finally starting to stir. “Can I get you anything?” he asked her.
“Thanks, baby. I’ll have some water,” she said, standing up and quickly removing her dress. Naked, she fanned her face and then went to sit on Matthew’s lap. He welcomed her eagerly, cupping one of her breasts in his hand. He may not have the recovery time of a younger man, but he never turned down a breast in the hand. Though he wasn’t sure if it was worth more or less than a waxed pussy, he thought, patting Jennifer’s still perfectly smooth mound.
When Robert handed Jennifer the water, Matthew asked for a gin and tonic.
“Yeah, sure” he said, going over to the bar. Mixing two of the strong drinks, he handed one to his boss and started sipping from the other after he sat down on a chair across from them.
“So, what gives?” Matthew finally asked. “You guys have some kind of weird open relationship or something?”
Jennifer giggled. “Not at all. He isn’t allowed anywhere near another woman. But until he can bulk up and man up, I have to take my pleasure’s where I can find them.”
“Well, it’ll either be the shortest marriage in history or last forever,” Matthew said before taking a long gulp off his drink.
Jennifer joked that they had already beaten Britney Spears’s last marriage so they were destined to be together forever. Her assurance was the one thing to make Robert smile, though he wished Matthew wasn’t fingering his wife’s pussy when she said it.
“Do you two fuck at all?” Matthew asked after a couple more minutes.
Robert closed his eyes, not wanting to see the pity on his boss’s face when Jennifer answered. “Once. He lasted less than a minute so I haven’t let him have me since. I make sure he masturbates often though.”
“Quick as a rabbit, huh?” Matthew said, laughing.
Jennifer giggled. “Quicker!”
“You guys do anything at all or he just watches you fuck other men?”
“Oh, no.” Jennifer said. “I have him lick my pussy pretty frequently, especially when I’ve just been with a man. He’s actually quite good at it and doesn’t seem to mind the taste of cum anymore. Robert sucks it all out and keeps me nice and clean.”
“That’s pretty fucking disgusting,” Matthew commented.
Shrugging, Jennifer simply said, “he likes to take care of me and it’s the only time he gets to touch me. Why wouldn’t he want to do it?”
“Well,” Matthew replied, setting his empty glass on the table beside him. “You’re pretty fucking hot but not that hot. You won’t catch my mouth anywhere near your pussy if another man’s cum is inside it.”
Jennifer laughed. “Of course not. That’s why I have Robert.”
Matthew leaned back against the couch, drawing Jennifer back against his chest while he continued to play with her nipples. He asked Robert to put the football game on, and make him another drink.
After handing Matthew the glass, he started to go back to his seat, but then decided he really needed to be closer to Jennifer. Hoping she didn’t send him away, he sat at her feet.
“Hey, baby,” she said. “Were you feeling lonely?”
Matthew snorted at seeing his employee sitting on the floor like a lap dog but didn’t say anything.
Jennifer spread her legs further apart and told Robert he could lick her all he wanted while Matthew rested, as long as it was okay with Matthew.
“Go for it,” he said, watching the game. “Just keep him the fuck away when I’m ready for you again.”
With Matthew’s permission granted, Robert eagerly started licking his wife’s pussy. His boss’s ejaculate had started to leak out, and Robert didn’t think twice about swiping it all up with his tongue and swallowing. Once Jennifer was clean, he flicked his tongue all over her clit like he knew would drive her wild. Making sure not to disturb Matthew, she quietly came again, this time with her husband’s mouth on her pussy instead of someone else’s.
“You like the taste of my cum?” Matthew asked snidely.
“After it’s been inside Jennifer, I do.”
Jennifer sighed and reached down to hug Robert’s head. “Aw, baby. You’re so sweet.”
Matthew shook his head, but decided their relationship was their business. He would fuck her one more time before he left, having a feeling it would probably be the last time. But, right now, there was a football game to watch.
Chapter 6
After the night with Matthew, Jennifer surprised Robert by telling him she wanted him to be more actively involved in their love life. While she didn’t feel he was ready to actually fuck her yet, he could make himself useful in other ways. She showed him her collection of glass dildo’s, steel vibrators, and a wide variety of butt plugs.
Robert’s favorite was the kitten tail plug. Jennifer allowed him to lube up her ass and then slowly work the large plug inside of her. Once it was in all the way, she used the long fluffy tail to tickle her husband mercilessly. Then she shocked Robert by kneeling on the floor in front of him and wagging her butt.
“I’m feeling rather playful tonight,” she told him. Then, before he could say anything, she took his cock all the way into her mouth.
Frozen like a statue, he watched his wife’s head bob up and down along his shaft. Knowing he was going to come like a rocket any second, he did his best to control himself. But Jennifer had no intention of letting him come in her mouth. She pulled back and bounded back onto the bed, knocking Robert down. Sitting on his face, she demanded he play with the butt plug while licking her pussy. His throbbing erection was completely forgotten by her.
On another night she informed him that she was horny but was feeling too lazy to go out. Instead, she stretched out on the bed and had her husband give her a nice long full body massage with scented oil. Then, he was told to lick her pussy while she caught up on some tv shows she had recorded. She specifically told him she wanted him to use his tongue on her slow and easy since she didn’t want to be distracted from the show. If he made her come before she was ready, she’d be angry.
Meanwhile, outside of the bedroom, they started seriously looking at houses. Much to Robert’s surprise, he had been given a promotion at work. Matthew had said to him privately that he may be the most pathetic man on the planet, but was an excellent worker and deserved more pay and greater responsibility.
Jennifer got involved in a complicated case regarding a white woman and a black man who both claimed the other was getting better treatment under the current policies designed to promote equality. Both of them seemed to only be trying to take advantage of decades of work and struggle put in by activists, but she had to see it through since the case could set precedent for years to come. She nearly threw in the towel though when a transgender handicapped person entered the mix.
One Friday night Jennifer came home from work early. Robert had worked from home that day, testing the integrity of some software from outside the company’s network. When she announced they were going to a party, Robert eagerly shut his laptop and started getting ready. He wanted out of the house, away from endless lines of computer code. Anything would be better, even watching his wife get fucked by another man, which he felt sure was bound to happen when she came out of the bathroom wearing an orange tube top and a tiny denim skirt.
“You like?” she asked, pulling down the top of her shirt to reveal her naked breasts.
Robert nodded, aching to touch her. But when he approached, she shook her head at him, wrinkling her nose. “Not for you, silly.”
“I want you to put one of my princess plugs in me,” Jennifer announced after Robert had dressed in jeans and a nondescript button down shirt.
Sighing, he took the grabbed plug inset with a fake jewel that matched her top. Instead of lying on the bed like she usually did, she had Robert sit on the bed and then she stretched out across his lap.
“I hope someone spanks me tonight,” she told her husband as he worked some lube into her tight hole. “I miss Jacque.”
For a second Robert considered shocking his wife and spanking her pert bottom calling to him from his lap, but he didn’t have the nerve and only pushed the plug home once she was stretched enough.
“Thanks, sweetie,” Jennifer said, patting him on the cheek. “You’re so good to me.”
The party was held at the home of one of Jennifer’s clients. Her firm had won an important case for him, and he was celebrating by having the lawyers over for dinner and socializing. The client was exceedingly wealthy, and when Robert saw the house where they were being dropped off by the cab, he thought for sure they were both under dressed.
He kept silent though while Jennifer led them up the stone steps and rang the doorbell. An obviously drunk man wearing a pair of white briefs, a loud Hawaiian shirt, and huge, pink sunglasses opened the door.
“Where the fuck you been, Jennybell. Get your fine ass in here.”
Laughing, Jennifer stepped into the palatial home and gave the crazy man a kiss on the cheek.
“Weren’t you on the other side?” she asked.
“Ah, who cares? We all got paid, right? Let’s party!”
Shaking her head, she drew Robert forward and introduced him. “Honey, this is William Bryson. He’s a corporate attorney. Otherwise known as...the enemy.”
