Hotwife Hotel: A Wifewatching Romance (6 page)

Okay. This was strange. Not that I minded, but we hadn't had sex in the day in...a really long time.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked, half-joking as I pressed a hand up to her forehead.

"Feeling great."

That reply. So certain. So intent.

"Okay," I began, still unsure of the reason behind her sudden eagerness to bed me.

Wink.

That fucking wink. Rebecca didn't wink. A ripple of hungry arousal rushed through me as she brushed past me and headed towards the stairs. I put my coffee down and followed her up.

She was in bed with her clothes off almost as soon as we were in the bedroom and she watched as I peeled my shirt off frantically, then pushed my pants to the floor. She was lying on top of the covers and her pale skin looked even whiter against our blood-red sheets. Her pink nipples had puffed already and I watched a wave travel through her body as she saw me spring stiff from my shorts.

What was this?
Who
was this hungry woman who wanted sex at nine am? The need of my own arousal smothered the burning question but it didn't leave my mind completely. As my hand followed the outline of her body and I rounded the curve of her breast and dipped in towards her waist, the thought of him there instead of me flashed in my mind again.

"John, you're so hard," she said, curling in towards my body, her hand sinking between us and finding my stiff cock.

I nuzzled into her neck again, breathing in the delicious smell of her unshowered skin, mingled with the wetness that had already started in between her legs. My whole body hummed with excitement and I craved her in every way. Pushing myself down the bed, I left another trail of kisses along her skin. When I found her taut nipple with my mouth, I bit at it, sending another wave through her and making her take a sharp, excited breath.

I moved to her other breast and did the same, my cock bouncing at the thought of what it would feel like to finally sink inside her. I nibbled at the tiny bump of her belly and a thought sent a surge of excitement through me.

Maybe she was fertile? Maybe it was her time. We'd stopped using birth control, thinking it was time to start a family. That was obviously the explanation. Somehow it only made things hotter.

Spreading her legs, I found her pussy lips with mine. They were damp and I hardened even more, knowing what that meant. As I pushed my tongue between them, I felt the liquid heat pour out of her and into my mouth. She moaned. A deep, desirous moan, and I pressed my face up tighter to her cunt.

I pushed myself into her hole, savouring the delicious taste that spilled from her. I loved everything about her now, especially her taste. Feeling the urgency of my own need pressing on my gut, I pushed my tongue up her now sopping slit and found the tight nub of her clit.

She moaned again as I began spinning tiny circles around the little ball of flesh. Her body started undulating beneath my mouth and I felt her trying to press herself even closer to me, her hands still on the back of my head.

"Oh John!" she exhaled, the sound of her desire the most potent aphrodisiac. I pushed my hands beneath her shapely ass, took the two cheeks and pressed her closer still, gorging on her pulsing cunt.

I could tell she was close by the way her body moved. Her juices were spilling from her, off my chin and onto the sheets below, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel the way she moved when that climax gripped her. I wanted to feel what I could do to her with just my mouth.

"Oh fuck John," she groaned, looking down at me buried between her thighs, "I'm gonna come!"

Her body shook, her thighs squeezing my head, her torso twisting away as wave after wave of pleasure curved through her. I kept lapping at the softest part of her, watching her body bend in a beautiful agony until, with a final shudder, she released me with her legs and pushed me gently away.

I was up and climbing onto her a second later, my stiff cock moving along her leg as I crawled up her body. She looked down at me with big eyes. One corner of her lip curled so softly into a smile and I felt the warm invitation of her legs spreading open, telling me to plunge myself into her hot, soft core.

As soon as the tip of my cock touched her perfect little cunt I couldn't help but slip my crown into that warm tightness. Her hands ran up my back. Her eyes closed. Her legs opened wider and her face went long again now as she let out an anguished moan.

I looked down the length of our bodies to see myself disappearing inside her as her heat engulfed me and filled every last crevice in my brain with pleasure.

"Come on baby, fuck your seed into me," she pleaded in a desperate whisper.

My eyes sprang open at the dirty words and I saw that now her smile was streaked with mischief. I'd never heard her talk like that. My hips erupted into a hard, rhythmic thrusting as soon as she said it and I stared deep into her eyes, wondering where or when she'd learned that little trick.

She floated away on another wave of pleasure as our bodies rocked together on the bed. I felt her hook her feet around my calves, felt them travel up my thighs as her body responded to my own.

Another moan. Her pussy tightened around me making cum pool at my base.

"Oh fuck John," she swore again, "you're gonna make me come!"

Even as my cock swelled inside her I couldn't help but wonder who this creature was? She'd never talked like that or come so much or been this...involved? Except that one time...

My body pushed that thought away as I watched her mouth open in a silent moan. I felt her tense around me, felt her nails digging at my back, the pain giving me a few more precious seconds before my own eruption.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned as I felt her hips flex and her back arch, sending her onto me. Her pussy squeezed at me again as her juices slathered me in heat.

My thrusts were violent now, pounding my body into hers and sending the bed knocking against the wall.

When she opened her eyes to look at me there was a need there I'd never seen before.

"Come on baby," she begged, "fill me up with your cum! Please, I want to feel all that cum inside me! I want to feel you fill that pussy up with cum!"

Sweet and holy fuck, the sound of her voice begging me for my seed made my cock an iron rod. I pressed into her as deeply as I could and as her fingers ran gently along my back I felt the spasm of a climax start.

"Oh fuck I'm coming!" I pushed the words from me as I felt the first hot, white ropes of seed explode from my stiff head and lash the walls inside her womb.

"Oh that's it baby, fuck your cum into me..." she cooed and I felt her squeeze me with her cunt, like she was milking me for more.

"Fuuuuck!" I groaned as I buried my rigid organ deep inside her and held it there, wave after wave of pleasure coming with each flexing pump of the thing as I released all I had into her until I had nothing left. Collapsing on top of her, a grunting, sweaty mess, I did my best to catch my breath.

A few minutes of relief were all I had before the nagging questions began to taunt me in my mind.

What was this? Who was this? She'd never been like this before. What had changed? Did she really just want a baby? Did women really get like this when they wanted to get pregnant? Or was there something else?

As she hummed gently in the shower, my cock swelled again as I wallowed in a miserable bliss.

My mind crept to the one thing that had changed. Our special guest Andre was here.

Our sex life had picked up with the excitement of the move and starting a new life. But a few months after having moved here things were back to the same ho-hum-hum-drum rhythm they'd been at before. Rebecca Reason didn't just casually tell me we were having sex in the morning. Rebecca Reason didn't talk dirty or tell me to fuck my cum into her.

The unsettling tightness that had been rearing its ugly head in the last few weeks gripped me again. Despite having just released, I felt my cock move again.

When she came out of the shower, naked and towelling her hair, I watched her move across the room.

"That was nice," I offered, hoping she would step over, lean down, kiss me and offer a reassuring smile. Or better yet crawl under the covers so I could bury my doubts under the feeling of her warm flesh again.

"I thought so too," was all she said, opening a dresser drawer and pulling out a pair of underwear. I watched her step into them. I craved something. I needed something from her. A sign that things were still the same, that she loved me, that my nagging doubt was just a fiction.

I jumped out of bed, crossed the room and took her in my arms.

She raised an eyebrow. "John Forrest! You just got some!" she teased.

I looked into her eyes, searching for more.

She kissed me on the cheek and pulled away. Dressed, she moved towards the door. "Time to get to work!"

I stood there and watched her go, my cock half-stiff again with need. I wished I could just follow her downstairs, tell her how I felt. What would I say? What would I say without sounding like a jealous freak? Did you fuck our guest?

The image of them together flashed through my mind. My cock bounced. Shaking my head of the picture, I found my own clothes and walked to the office. Work might give me respite from my madness.

Chapter 9

I stood there staring at the screen, my heart thumping again. How could I have been so stupid?
I
was always the one telling
her
to log out, to not just leave her stuff open, even though it was just the two of us.

The window that contained the message from the other night was hidden behind the new one she'd opened. The question tore at me:

Had she seen the message? Had she read it? Had she wondered who it was for? Had she clicked on my message? Did she have some idea of what was going on?

"For fuck's sake John!" I cursed under my breath, peering out the door and down the hall to see if she was there. She wasn't.

Suddenly I had to know. I had to find out if that was the reason she had acted the way she had in bed. If she'd seen the message and that was what the change was from.

"Beck?" I called, listening for where the response came from.

"Down here..." came her faint reply. Basement.

The dryer was spinning and the washer churning as I descended the steps and saw her stuffing sheets into the wash.

"Hiya!" she bubbled, smiling like a giddy schoolgirl.

Don't get me wrong, I
liked
her like this. I just wanted to know why. Why the change?

"You're cheerful," I said with a smile, bending down and pressing my lips to her forehead in another kiss.

"Well, life is good!" she said quietly, moving herself a little closer to me.

Why, Rebecca? Why is life so good all of a sudden? Why did we just have sex? Did you see the thing on the computer? The questions churned in my mind like the water in the washer that had begun to agitate.

"What's up?" she asked, looking up with innocent eyes.

Right. I was there to ask a question. What question? Why hadn't I thought this through?

"Hey I just wanted to say sorry for leaving myself logged in on the computer like I always tell you not to do." I tried to put on my best apologetically sheepish smile but I was watching her like a hawk. Watching her eyes. If there was truth to be found, it was in her eyes.

Nothing. Not a single hint or clue.

"Oh, no biggie," she said, waving it away with one hand.

Brilliant. Now what?

"Did you....still need to use the computer? I can log myself out again."

I felt like punching myself for that one. Real smooth John. Real smooth.

Her face got curious. "What? What do you mean?"

"I just thought," I agonized, trying to twist what I'd said back into something that didn't sound like I was fishing for answers, "I just thought you might still need it. That's all."

An uncomfortable knot had formed in my stomach at the possibility that this might have been my only chance at finding out what she thought of the whole thing. The whole "I'm obsessed with thinking about you with other men," thing. And that I might have just blown it.

"Nope," she shook her head and smiled. Then she stared at me. Was that too serious of a stare? "I got what I wanted." She held that stare for longer than she should have. Either that, or I was now going completely crazy. I had made myself completely crazy.

But wait. She got what she wanted. I could go back up there and just check the history. Just check where she had been. What she had done.

"Okay. Good," I said, backing away slowly and trying not to make a run for the stairs.

She got a strange look on and shook her head, but smiled.

I was up there in four seconds flat.

Recipe website.

Weather.

Reddit.

Nothing. There was nothing there, so she hadn't seen it, right? I swapped the window to the one with the message. It was still there. She could have seen it.

Hey baby. Send a picture and some details?

I had to come up with a plan.

"Think John, think," I muttered, pressing a fist against my lips. There had to be some way of figuring out if she'd seen it or not. Of course there was. There was a perfect way.

"Hey baby. Send a picture and some details?" I said quietly. I would just drop it into some conversation. Say it as a joke. Watch her. If she'd seen it, even if she didn't want me to know, I would see it in her eyes.

"Hello?" Sam's voice came from down below.

"Sam!" I said, coming down the stairs to see him standing just inside the door. "Come on in! You want a coffee?"

"Ya, I'll have a coffee sure."

"What brings you over?" I asked, rinsing out the stale coffee from the pot.

Sam looked side to side, like he was ready to tell a secret and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his strange behaviour. "She here?"

"She's doing the laundry downstairs. What's up?"

He leaned in over the counter and pulled me close. "I'd watch it with that fella ya have here. Ran into him up the road. He's got a real fancy for that wife of yers."