Hotwife Hotel: A Wifewatching Romance (12 page)

"She's going just fine Sam," I replied, nodding.

"Hi Sam!" Rebecca said, "Good day out there?"

"Oh it was fair. Little choppy but that bothered the mister more than it did the missus. I gotta say this was some idea ye had. Hell, that's no work at all. Just take the boat out and drive it around a bit. See some whales? Great. No whales? File it under 'not my problem' and tell 'em better luck next time."

"But who'd want to go out in that leaky old bucket and look at fish?" I mocked.

"Well it
did
seem pretty preposterous to me at the time you said it but now I see that you were, indeed, right. So there you have it."

"John, can you stir this for me? I'll be right back," Rebecca asked.

I took a spoon and began making circles in the pasta sauce. "You want a coffee Sam?"

"Nah! I'll make some dinner at home and have one after."

"You're welcome to stay for dinner if you want? Rebecca's made plenty."

Sam leaned a little before asking. "To be honest, I've had a bit too much of Edna today. She's a chatterbox, that one is. I think I'll just spend the night at home."

"Suit yourself."

"Yeah. I'll be on my way." He pushed the stool he'd been sitting on back and stood up. "You keep booking those fishing vacations though, you hear? That money talks good and loud!"

"Will do, Sam. Will do."

I stirred the sauce in silence for a while after he'd left, tasting it once or twice. Rebecca really was getting better and better in the kitchen. Her arms around my waist made me jump and drop the spoon and I spun around as she pressed herself against me.

"Hey!" You scared me!" I almost yelled. She looked up at me with the kindest smile.

Immediately I wondered if she'd seen what I had done.

"I love you John Forrest. Very much."

I smiled back and cocked me head. "I love you too, my beautiful wife."

She pressed herself against my chest and we stayed like that until the smell of burning sauce made us both leap to action to save the night.

Chapter 16

"So what do you want for your birthday?"

I turned to see her standing in the doorway of the bathroom wearing nothing but a t-shirt, leaning against the frame, her body curved in a seductive pose. I felt my cock rise at the sight of her and smiled a complicit smile.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well," she began, walking towards the bed, her hips a mesmerizing pendulum, I couldn't help but watch. "I thought that maybe..." She trailed off as she leaned down and crawled beneath the sheets.

"Yes?" I had some inkling of what she was thinking.

"I was kind of thinking of a surprise."

"Oh really?" I replied, playing coy. My cock had stiffened almost fully now in anticipation of what she was hinting at. "What's the surprise?"

"Well it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?" she giggled.

I laughed because she obviously wanted me to dig. "Okay. I guess I'll just have to wait and seen then." She frowned a little, obviously disappointed. that I hadn't tried a little harder.

"Are you sure you don't want to know?"

I did, but the game was kind of fun. "Does that mean you want to tell me?"

She huffed a little, a serious little huff that sounded like I wasn't playing the game by her rules. "John!"

"What?!? Do you want me to know or don't you?"

"Well, I just thought we could talk about it a little. I don't want..."

I could feel her mood starting to sour. Realizing I was losing a chance at a pleasant evening, I changed my course. "Hey, I'm sorry. I want to know. I really thought you wanted to surprise me."

"Well I wouldn't have told you about it if I
really
wanted it to be a surprise. Besides, I think we need to talk about this some more. Before it happens?"

"Okay," I pushed myself up on my elbows, put down the book I'd been reading and put on my best listening face. "Shoot."

She was tentative, but a little more open than she'd been a few moments ago. "I just want to make sure. You left that window open so I could see it, right?"

Excitement flooded through me as I realized she was talking about what I wanted her to be talking about. "Yes," I answered firmly.

"So, you want to try this?"

"Yes," I replied, not faltering in my resolve.

She bit her lip and smiled, obviously as excited about it as I was. "You're sure?"

This was it. I could still back out. The adrenaline that was rushing through me wouldn't let me though. "I'm sure."

"Okay," she said, bouncing up to sitting and clapping her hands together. "Here's the first part. Andre called. He wants to come back. Middle of next week. What do you think?"

A nervous energy gripped me at her words. If she was saying what I thought she was saying, she wanted it to be him. She wanted it to be with him. "You want this?" My voice shook from nerves and desire.

"Only if you do, Mr. Forrest," she cooed, walking two fingers up my chest.

The excitement in her eyes made me almost as nervous as my own. How much was she going to enjoy this? How much was she looking forward to it? As much as me? More? If more, why?

Her eyes narrowed, as if she were trying to peer deeper into me. "John, if you're having second thoughts.."

"No." I put a hand on her arm and locked eyes with her. "No, Beck. I'm not."

A smile lit up her face again. "In that case, I thought that we could maybe do a little practice run? You know, so you're ready for your surprise?"

"What did you have in mind?"

The truth was it didn't matter
what
she had in mind. I was already stiff as a board and anything would have done just fine. "Wait!" I said as her fingers dipped under the covers, searching for my cock. "What about the second part? The second part of my surprise?"

She shook her head gently. "Unh-unh. If the first part goes well, I'll give you the second part but I'm not telling you what it is."

That didn't matter either. As soon as her fingers found my cock, as soon as she wrapped her warm hand around my flesh I didn't care about any surprises but the one I was about to get.

"So Mr. Forrest?" she purred, slipping down under the covers beside me, "what are we going to do about your first surprise?"

"What do you mean?" I whispered, breathless at her touch and not wanting to deal with details now.

"I mean," she said slowly, her fingers gently gliding along the skin of my cock, making me bounce. "I want to know what exactly it is you'd like me to do for you?"

A surge of blood rushed from my brain to my cock then back up to my cheeks as I realized what she was implying. "Beck," I began, looking away, unable to look her in the eye, embarrassed at what she wanted me to say. "I can't just..."

"Oh, you can't?" she interrupted with a toying pout. "Well I guess you'll just have to tell me what you like."

She pulled my underwear off together with the covers, then pulled her shirt off above her head. I gasped at the beautiful sight of her perfect breasts. She leaned down over me, grazing the head of my cock with her lips as her fingers wrapped around the base again.

"Would you like me to do this to him?" she whispered, then immediately sank down onto my length, pushing me into her until her chin was at my balls and I was clutching at the sheets with my fingers.

The thought of it, the thought of
him
sitting on a bed, my wife taking his girth in her mouth, swallowing as much of him as she could into her throat made me tremble and flex with desire. I couldn't help but stare at her as she moved her head slowly from side to side and I felt the gentle flexing of the muscles in her neck around my head.

Suddenly, Rebecca vanished in my mind, replaced by this wanton, willing slut that had taken her place.

I heard her choke and gag right before she came off me. When she looked up there were tears starting to form in her eyes, her mascara starting to run with them down her cheeks. She breathed long, heavy breaths and as she stared straight at me, she cracked a crooked smile.

"Would you like that Mr. Forrest?" she asked again, spit and bile dripping from her lip onto her chin.

It almost felt like I wasn't in control of myself. I didn't have the space to think about it really. So I nodded "yes."

She leaned in, licked the length of my shaft, trailing her tongue with her hand, then bent onto me and started covering me in kisses. As she stroked me, she crawled up my body, nibbling at my nipples, nuzzling into my neck until she found my earlobe with her mouth and bit it gently.

Something inside me, a curiosity, rose along with my arousal. I plunged my hand between her legs and onto her soft flesh.

She was sopping wet.

"Oh John," she moaned, a quiet, private moan. "Can he put his hands on my pussy just like that?"

I pushed her back, just a touch. I wanted to see that look in her eyes again. When I did, it was intoxicating. Again, I nodded, "yes."

"Oh John, fuck me John!" she whispered, urgent now and filled with lust. She crawled on top of me again and taking me in hand, we both watched as she sank her tender pussy down onto my rigid shaft.

Again, cum pooled instantly in my balls, my cock already ready for release even before she started riding. My hands grabbed at her tender breasts, bringing each of them up to my mouth so I could play with the stiff pink skin of her nipples with my tongue.

I felt her arms wrap around my neck, felt her urgency to finish, but I wanted more. It was time to test my little whore.

"Get on your knees," I asked, doing my best to growl.

From the way her eyes popped open, I must have done something right. She scrambled off me in an instant, swung around to face the end of the bed revealing those two precious, tight little holes of hers. She was staring back at me now, in a sort of wide-eyed wonder, as if she couldn't quite believe what she'd unleashed.

I grabbed the pillows, shoved them under her belly then pressed my hand on her back, ploughing her face into the mattress. She gasped a little gasp of disbelief but couldn't help herself staring at what would happen next.

I ran one hand up and down her sweetly soaked little slit a few times before bringing it up to my mouth for a taste. The delicious scent of her filled my nostrils as her juices spread across my tongue. When she squirmed below me, her body in need of me again, I knew what part of her would get my attention next.

As I pressed my fingers back against her cunt, I lowered my mouth slowly towards her tightly puckered bottom hole. I didn't know if it had always been untouched but it had always been untouched by me and this was something I had secretly dreamed of since the day we'd met. With my fingers spinning softly around her clit, I sank my lips down onto her ass and felt her squeeze it as I touched her with my tongue.

She moaned a long, low moan of guilty pleasure as I played along her ring. I pushed my tip inside her, ran it up and down that tender place I'd never tasted, savouring every moment, every inch of her forbidden flesh. I felt her pussy start to clench as my hand kept sliding in between her thighs. Her wetness running down my fingers, I pushed my tongue inside again, savouring her musk.

"Oh fuuuuck!" she squealed. I couldn't help myself, I was desperate to be inside her. Abandoning her clit, I spread her pussy open and pushed two of my fingers inside. My arm started pumping as fast as my hips would have if it had been my cock I'd buried in that cunt. I felt the softness of her walls, her muscles clenching as I pushed a third finger into that tight hole. Curling them down, I found a spot I'd always dreamed to find.

Her body reacted immediately. Her legs shot open and her hands curled into fists, clutching at the sheets as I looked down the length of her perfect legs to see her toes curling in and out.

"Oh John! Oh John! Oh John!" the bursts came, three in quick succession. My own need was rising almost uncontrollably but I wasn't about to leave her there like that. With my muscles burning I forged ahead, hoping she would find her climax soon. I didn't have to wait long.

With a scream I'd never heard her make, I felt a sudden burst of hot, clear liquid up my arm. Her body was thrashing wildly beneath me, so wildly that I could barely stay inside. As more of her juices sprayed from the gap between my fingers and her lips, I pulled myself out and found the softness of her clit.

Thick spurts of her cum shot from her flexing pussy as I rubbed her frantically, my mouth still eating at her ass. She shook and screamed and writhed and cried until I felt that she couldn't take my touch anymore.

Frantic for my own release, I clambered up her limp body, spreading her cheeks and revealing the still throbbing open hole of her cunt. I drove the head of my cock into those sweet, pink lips, thrusting my shaft deep inside her over and over until I felt the pleasure welling, felt that strained agony tugging at the muscles of my face and finally felt the hot rush of seed through my shaft as my cum burst deep into her willing cunt.

Another long desired fetish made me pull myself from her in mid-ejaculation. At the height of my climax, I took myself in hand and pumped as thick ropes of my own hot cum sprayed across the beautiful roundness of her ass. Having claimed her as mine, I collapsed next to her, exhausted on the bed.

Something wonderful happened then, as I lay there staring at my well-used wife. The doubt and fear and dread and jealousy tried to push their way between us again but without a second thought I brushed them away, pulled myself close to Rebecca and smiled at her instead.

She smiled. A tired, happy smile.

"Well?" she asked softly. "Still want your surprise?"

I kissed her gently on the cheek. "You bet."

Chapter 17

Andre seemed as happy to see us as we were excited to see him. We'd filled the day with busy work but mostly just trying to distract ourselves from what lay ahead. When I saw Sam Fisher drop him off again, my heart jumped a little in my chest.

"There's no turning back now," I heard Rebecca's wicked whisper from behind me and couldn't help but smile.