More than Her Husband (A Steamy Hotwife Romance Novel), page 8
“Will, this is my husband, Robert,” she said, hugging Robert around the waist.
“Damn fine attorney you’ve got yourself there,” Will said. “Bet she’s not bad as a wife too.”
Robert smiled. “She’ll do for now.”
“Where’s Richard?” she asked Will.
“Dunno. Around somewhere I guess. It’s his house, right?”
“Yes. It’s his house. Does he even know you’re here?”
Will put a finger to his lips. “Not if you don’t tell him,” he replied in a dramatic whisper. “I’m in disguise.”
Giving him another once over, Jennifer shrugged. “I guess that explains the outfit.”
Waving by to her friend, Jennifer pulled Robert over to a group of men holding drinks and chatting. Robert was relieved to see they were as casually dressed as he and Jennifer.
“Hey, boys,” Jennifer said. “What’s shaking?”
They turned to greet her with smiles on their lips.
“Jennifer!” One of them shouted boisterously. “I was wondering when you were going to get here.”
Looking around, Jennifer saw several animated conversations and more than a few drunk people rambunctiously dancing to some loud music.
“Doesn’t look like my absence held up the party at all,” she observed.
The guy smiled and turned to Robert, “Hey Rob, how ya doing?”
Robert gave him a tight smile. “Fine, Ray. Just fine.”
Ray always insisted on calling him Rob even though he knew Robert always went by his full name. It pissed him off. He was a partner in Jennifer’s firm though so Robert did his best not to say anything.
The firm Jennifer worked for was nothing like the stodgy ones from crime fiction or movies. The lawyers were all mostly young and very passionate about the work they did. For some reason, they were all also sort of crazy. Most of their clients had little money and a lot of work was pro-bono. Jennifer would never get rich working there even if she became partner someday. But she loved where she worked and wouldn’t trade it for anything. To shy, quiet Robert, the place seemed like a nightmare, but she thrived there.
When Richard Dawson had come to the firm asking for representation for his company against some employees who had claimed harassment, they’d initially planned to turn it down. They worked for the harassed, after all. But some due diligence proved to them Richard’s policies were actually spot on and his employees were trying to take advantage of a company owner who truly wanted to do the right thing. When they won, Richard had paid them enough money to keep them in the black for a year. The party at his mansion was just the icing on the cake.
Jennifer had been the lead attorney for the defense and by the end of the trial, their client was convinced she was the absolute goddess of law. Always highly regarded in her firm, she was now the rainmaker, and everyone was grateful to her for winning a very difficult case.
“Robert, do you mind getting me a rum and coke?” she asked her husband.
“Sure thing,” he said. “Be right back.”
As Robert walked away he saw Ray put his arm around Jennifer’s waist and draw her further into the group of men. He winced, hoping whomever Jennifer was planning to get with that night, it wasn’t him. She knew how much Robert disliked Ray, but he wasn’t sure if that would work for or against him tonight. He pushed his way through the crowd to the bar hoping to grab her drink and get back quickly.
After placing his order, he turned and tried to see his wife through the crowd but she was too far away. Concentrating, he almost missed the conversation going on next to him. Hearing Jennifer’s name caught his attention though.
“Oh look, Jennifer’s here,” he heard a tall, dark haired man say.
“I still don’t know why you had to throw this party. You paid them enough money,” the woman next to him said in a pouty voice.
Robert realized the man must be Richard Dawson, youngest billionaire in the country. He had a reputation for going through women like potato chips. It appeared the latest didn’t approve of the party.
Following Richard’s line of sight, he too saw Jennifer. She was still with Ray, but they were off to the side. Robert’s eyes narrowed when he saw Ray playfully pat his wife on the ass.
Meanwhile, Richard was answering his date. “Vivian. You didn’t have to come. I told you your presence wasn’t required this evening.”
Ignoring his response, she said, “That girl in the hideous tube top? That’s your famous attorney? She looks like a tramp.”
Robert wanted to come to Jennifer’s defense, but Richard beat him to it. “I think she looks perfect. Maybe you should go find some friends to chat with while I go say hello.”
Dismissing his date that easily, he left the bar and headed towards Robert’s wife. Watching the wealthy man walk toward Jennifer, an idea started to percolate in Robert’s head. Knowing Jennifer, she was more than likely planning some sort of hideous interaction with Ray designed to shame Robert endlessly. Perhaps if Robert could somehow steer Jennifer in Richard’s direction instead, tonight’s interlude would be at least somewhat more tolerable. There was something to be said, after all, for having a wife attractive enough to get Richard Dawson’s attention.
Drinks finally in hand, Robert rushed back to Jennifer’s side, passing Richard on the way since the host had been waylaid by several guests. Giving her the drink, Robert spoke quietly in her ear, going so far as to softly tug her away from Ray.
“I overheard Richard at the bar. He’s quite impressed with you.”
Jennifer sighed and pushed him away. “I already know that, silly. You interrupted Ray and I.”
Robert’s heart sank at the smug look on the other attorney’s face.
“Yeah, Rob,” Ray interjected. “Don’t interrupt the adults while they’re talking.”
Any other time Jennifer would have stood up for him and not given someone as insulting as Ray the time of day. The fact that Jennifer giggled and bumped Ray with her hip only further confirmed she planned to fuck him that night.
Robert tried again though. “Well, just thought I’d let you know he’s coming this way to talk to you. His date’s pretty pissed he’s throwing the party, but he blew her off.”
Jennifer gave Robert a pointed look, and he figured she knew damn well what he was doing. But, thankfully, Richard finally showed up.
“Ah, Jennifer. Finally, I had to make it through six boring conversations to get to you.”
Shooting Robert one last look, she turned to Richard and gave him a hug. “Hey, thanks again for inviting us. This looks like quite the party.”
“It was the only way I could get you into my house,” he answered.
Jennifer gave a dismissive laugh, but Ray, sensing competition, was quick to butt in. “Have you met Robert? He’s Jennifer’s husband.”
“Hi,” Richard said to Robert. “Thanks for coming. Your wife was a real lifesaver.”
Robert shook his hand. “Thanks for having us. Jennifer speaks very highly of you.”
“And what do you do?” Richard asked.
“I work for Geopolis Bank in their IT department. Software engineer.”
Richard nodded. “That’s where I started out too. Sky’s the limit once you know the code.”
Shocked to learn Richard had once held the same type of job he had, he nodded in agreement.
“The code?” Ray asked snidely.
Looking at him as if he were a bug, Richard answered. “A little saying I coined when it became clear to me learning how to write code was the single most important skill a person can learn these days. All the technological power at our fingertips is useless without the ability to command it properly.”
“So how come old Robert here isn’t a gazillionaire like you are?” Ray asked.
Smiling, Richard answered, “Well, being an innovator also helps.”
Dismissing Ray by turning his back on him, Richard took Jennifer’s hand in his. “You know, my date is acting like a bitch. Do you mind if I hang out with you tonight?”
Robert could see the wheels turning in her head. It was clear to him now Ray had been her plan all along. But Richard was also her type, extremely attractive and self-assured. Technically, both men should have been off limits. Ray was her boss and Richard was a client. But Jennifer wasn’t one to worry about technicalities. After all, she was married.
“I’d be delighted,” she finally answered him. “You could steer your date Robert’s way. He’s harmless.”
Richard chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist, “Somehow I don’t think he’s her type. Come on, I’ll introduce you to some friends.”
As much as it irked to be dismissed so quickly and easily, especially by someone who’d given the impression they belonged to some sort of brotherhood, Robert thought maybe it would work in his favor since Jennifer was typically drawn toward the men who viewed Robert as beneath them.
Trailing behind, Robert watched as Jennifer and Richard chat with several people who seemed to view Jennifer as Richard’s latest conquest. It seemed Robert wasn’t the only one who’d noticed since Vivian came shooting over out of nowhere, edging herself into the group.
“Honey, I wondered where you’d gotten off to,” she said, possessively grabbing ahold of Richard’s hand.
Richard, obviously the type of man who knew when he had a good thing, looked from one woman to the other and smiled. “Vivian, this is Jennifer. Jennifer, Vivian. She was a model in one of our ad campaigns.”
Vivian was a beauty, but much more polished than the more natural Jennifer. She had pin straight red hair and expertly applied makeup. Her dress probably cost in the thousands, and maybe her shoes too. Normally she’d be the most beautiful woman in any room. But Jennifer with her bright smile, gorgeous skin, and tempting curves, outshined her easily.
“I remember. It’s nice to meet you Vivian,” she said.
Robert noticed Jennifer seemed to be responding to Vivian’s attempt at reclaiming Richard. Jennifer stepped closer to Richard, the arm he had around her shifting down so his hand landed on her hip. They seemed very much a couple.
“Aren’t you married?” Vivian said pointedly, looking at the diamond rings on Jennifer’s finger.
“I am,” Jennifer answered brightly. “Robert’s standing right there. See?”
Vivian found Robert with her eyes and it was obvious to everyone he was, indeed, not her type.
“Well,” she said in an insulting drawl, “if you don’t mind, I’ll take my date back and you can have your fabulous husband.”
“Don’t worry,” Jennifer said sweetly, “I’ll give him back to you when I’m done.”
If looks could kill, Jennifer would have keeled over with nine bullets in her back. Richard completely ignored his angry date, whispering something in Jennifer’s ear to make her laugh. Vivian scowled at them both and then sidled up to Robert.
“This doesn’t bother you?” she asked.
“Nope,” he said, happily. Anyone was better than Ray as far as he was concerned.
“Do you want to dance with me?” she said, taking his hand in hers.
“Sorry, I like to stay with Jennifer in case she needs anything,” he answered, completely aware how pathetic it made him sound but knowing Jennifer would be pissed if he played into Vivian’s hands.
“Fuck all of you,” Vivian finally said, throwing up her hands.
She stormed off, somehow narrowing in on Ray, like a hungry cat looking for prey. Robert swore under his breath. Jennifer might already be territorial over him and seek to get him back with her, even if it meant relinquishing Richard. It seemed though, for the moment, she didn’t care. Richard’s hand had found its way to her ass and she was happily snuggling up against him while they talked with his friends.
For the most part Robert spent the rest of the party tailing after his wife and Richard at a discreet distance. They moved from group to group, occasionally stopping to dance. When Jennifer’s favorite slow song came on, she immediately pulled Richard back out onto the floor, wrapping her arms around his neck. As if it were a high school dance, Richard planted both hands on her ass as they shuffled around in a little circle. About halfway into the song they began kissing, and Robert could see their tongues swiping against each other hungrily.
Then Vivian showed up with Ray in her arms, obnoxiously trying to make Richard and Jennifer notice them. Annoyed, Jennifer simply reached over and pulled Ray away from Vivian and started kissing him. Robert’s heart sank. Richard didn’t even seem to care. While Ray and Jennifer kissed, he pulled down one side of her tube top and played with her exposed breast while kissing her on the neck. Ray immediately went for the other side, and soon Jennifer’s top was bunched around her waist while both men fondled her breasts and took turns kissing her.
As far as Robert was concerned, it was an improvement to know she would be with both of them tonight instead of only Ray. Having Richard there too made it seem more like a girl who wanted to be with lots of men and less like a girl who found her husband wanting. Of course, when they saw how she treated him while she fucked them, they would both know the truth. Shoulders slumped, he realized no matter what, he was in for yet another night of utter humiliation and degradation. His cock hardening in his pants did little for his mood.
When the threesome left the dance floor, Jennifer’s top back over her shoulders where it belonged, Richard led them over to a set of double doors at the back of the room. Robert followed. Once Ray and Jennifer went through, Richard made as if to close the doors but then noticed Robert walking to join them. With raised eyebrows he stood there blocking the way.
Luckily Jennifer realized what was going on and came back even though Ray’s arms were already wrapped around her and one hand was busily sneaking down the front of her skirt while he held her from behind.
“Come on, honey,” she said to Robert, letting both Richard and Ray know she wanted him to come too.
Ray didn’t seem to care, he had wanted to get with Jennifer for a long time, and she could have invited an elephant along for all he cared. Richard was off-put by the idea.
“A threesome is one thing,” he said. “But this is turning into a fucking train.”
Jennifer went up on tiptoes to plant a kiss on Richard’s lips. “He mostly only watches. I can’t enjoy myself if he’s not there though.”
For a second it looked as if this was going to exceed Richard’s kink limit, but then he shrugged and said, “fuck it. Whatever.”
They walked down a short hallway until Richard led them through another set of double doors. These opened out into his greenhouse. It was a room made entirely of glass walls and filled with plants. Picking up a remote off of a table, Richard pushed a button and sheer curtains dropped down, hiding them from outside viewers since the room the party was in was only a short distance across the lawn, and the people inside could be seen clearly.
Privacy taken care of, Richard swept Jennifer away from Ray, pulled down her tube top again, and filled his hands with her breasts as he kissed her deeply. Overcome with desire, Jennifer pressed hard against him, grabbing the hair on the back of his head in a hard grip, needing more of him. From behind, Ray reached around and undid the snap and zipper of her skirt, quickly pulling it down her shapely legs. He did the same with the bunched up shirt, leaving her completely naked.
“Holy fuck,” he said when he saw the princess plug.
Richard, curious about the awed tone of Ray’s voice, broke off the kiss to see what had caught his attention. Jennifer helpfully turned around and bent over, giving both men—and Robert—an excellent view of the pretty orange jewel nestled between her cheeks.
Richard was the first to recover. Taking advantage of the position she was already in, he unzipped his pants, took his cock out, and pushed it into her waiting, wet pussy. Jennifer managed to grab onto a chair for support while he started hammering away at her pussy.
Ray shucked off his clothes and went around to Jennifer’s front. When she saw him, she eagerly took his entire dick into her mouth all the way down to his base. Robert, left out like always, quietly put his hand down his pants and started stroking himself.
It seemed the threesome would be over quickly. Jennifer screamed out her orgasm after only a couple of minutes and the men quickly followed, filling her with cum. Richard had been fucking her too hard for her to swallow all of Ray’s juices, and some dripped out onto the polished concrete floor. After Jennifer, Richard, and Ray collapsed onto a nearby couch, Jennifer noticed the little puddle on the floor.
“Oh no! Robert, I made a mess. Can you clean it up for me?” Jennifer asked while lying across the men’s laps.
