The Tenant: A Very Naughty Hotwife Novel (12 page)

I wanted not to be attracted to it. I never watched porn in which girls acted like this because I found it so cliched.

But something about Anna doing it, and the fact that it was so outside her normal behavior, was acting to turn me on even more. Even though it didn't seem possible. Here was was my wife, acting like a dirty little wannabe slut from a Girls Gone Wild video.

The suit-pants dropped to the floor.

John's thighs were large and muscled, which was only to be expected, but now that I had a full view of them, they were quite impressive. My eyes went immediately to his boxers (silk), and the bulge that was disfiguring their smooth appearance.

John slid the boxers from his hips, disentangling his cock as they caught on him on the way down.

Now here was the thing we could not control. It would have been such a letdown if he had been even an average-sized man.

But we were not disappointed. I wasn't, and I could not fathom how Anna could have been.

His cock was rock solid. A big, long, thick member, dark black and veined, at attention in front of him.

I sucked in my breath. He was just inches from Anna's waiting pussy, which she was now twisting around seductively in front of him.

Her eyes were surely focused on his cock. I imagined her widening them and licking her lips appreciatively. She pushed herself up on one hand up a little, arching back with her other hand to reach back and grasp his hard flesh in her palm.

When she found him she smiled devilishly. “Oh,” she exclaimed. “Oh, it's too big!”

It was theatrical, but believable. Especially if you were John, especially if you were about to get a piece of sweet Anna for the first time.

John said something else, and again it was so low I couldn't make it out. I didn't care. I just watched Anna's hand, sliding up and down his thick shaft. She turned herself around again.

“Oh, you want some of that?” he said.

I heard
that.

Was she really going to suck John's whole cock? I began to tremble in anticipation as it became clear that was what the plan was. John was holding himself up for her, she was moving closer to him...I looked at his member again, really focusing on the size of it.

It was so big, it would fill her up to up her chest. All the way down her throat, stuffing her right to her collarbone.

I looked at Anna, who seemed small and pale in front of John's dark and muscled frame. She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, holding his cock in her hands. Rubbing him gently. I had trouble seeing her hands, and my eyes were starting to ache from the strain of the attempt.

Her uncanny ability to read my mind must have set in, because at that moment, Anna twisted herself, scooting to one side, so that I could see better as she went in for John's cock with her wet mouth.

Such a pro.

I sucked in my breath as she extended her tongue and licked at the tip of his dark and formidable cock.

I watched, and electric satisfaction rippled through me as John reached out and placed his hand on the back of her head. He gently, but firmly, pushed her mouth down onto his entire dick.

Anna opened up. Her lips encircled his meaty cock, and stretched to accommodate him. She kept going.

My eyes were wide with disbelief as his cock just kept disappearing into her mouth. All the way, into her cheeks, and into her throat. It was so big that when it filled her throat I could actually see it travel down her neck in a bulge.

“That's it. You can do it,” he coached, in his baritone voice.

Oh yes, please do it, Anna. All the way.
 

Anna suddenly pulled her head back, and gasped for breath. A sinking feeling twisted inside of me. His cock was too big for her to swallow in its entirety. I couldn't fault her, but I couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

She hesitated only a moment, though, before she tried again.

This time she went all the way to the base, and her strained lips pressed up against John's dark and hairy balls.

He must have been practically suffocating her. As she had passed the top of his dick, I could hear labored breathing through her nose, but now there was no way for her to breathe.

It was an act of submission and humiliation, and she was doing it because she knew it was what I wanted to see.

John palmed her head in his giant hand, and began to move her back and forth over his cock. He looked down as my wife sucked her hardest and her best at his thick, black slab. She got it so wet, so sticky with her throat, that I could hear it even through the walls.

I could see John's hard abdomen straining with an approaching orgasm, and I licked my lips and practically clawed at the wall. I repositioned my eye so that I wouldn't miss the details of Anna swallowing his cum, or of him splattering it all over her face. Exactly as I had imagined on so many nights before this, and now it was almost real….

But Anna pulled away, John's cock sliding from her mouth one inch at a time. She looked up at him. “I want you to fuck me,” she said.

She turned on the bed, and returned to the position she had been in earlier. Now her face was toward the wall where I was watching, and I would have a view of her face as John entered her. I knew that her pussy was glistening with sticky juices, and she was ripe and ready for him. Anna knew, though, that I would derive my greatest pleasure from a nice view of her reaction. Of her face as it twisted up in pain and then in pleasure when John entered her.

The tip of his cock was nearing her fleshy ass now, and he reached down to pulled on a fistful of her hair. He pulled her head and her back up against his chest. He really was gigantic man, I could see now; Anna's head barely came up to his pecs. She leaned her hips forward so that she could reach under herself and find his cock with her hand again.

“That's it,” I saw his mouth say, and barely heard the deep rumble of his voice. “That's it little girl. Stroke that cock.”

“It's
so
big,” Anna gasped, and her eyes moved along the wall to search for where I was looking. “It's
too
big. I can't take it all!”

What a show. She was gasping and breathing heavy, moving her hips up and down, and that
voice.
It was as if she had a cock in her mouth and a cock in her ass and was begging for someone to fuck her more, as if she was already having an orgasm. She was breathy and pornographic, and it was not the usual Anna. It was a show that she was putting on for me. 

John jerked on her hair and grabbed one of her asscheeks with his enormous hand, pulling her ass towards his cock. Anna continued to complain that it was too big, but her hand guided him to where he could slip himself inside of her.

“
Oh God!”
Anna screamed, in a low growl, as he began to enter her. Her eyes met mine and I watched the change in her face as he entered her and spread her apart. He was taking his time, and only a few inches of his enormous slab were between her legs already. “Oh!” she squealed. “Oh, it hurts! It's too big for me!”

Her voice was theatrical, but her face betrayed that there was some truth to what she was saying: John's cock was huge, and it was causing enough pain or discomfort that her mouth was trembling with the effort not to frown.

He released her hair and she fell forward, but she made no move to get away. Instead she pushed herself backwards, sliding onto that enormous cock and moaning as she did.

She turned her head and looked back at John, her head tilted downward so I knew she was watching his cock.

John pushed her hair out of the way. “You like that, don't you Anna?”

Now his voice was loud, easy to hear. Anna moaned,
oh yes,
and started to push herself back and forth, back and forth. She cried and mewled as she did this, biting her lip and saying over and over how big and thick his cock was, and how she just couldn't take any more.

My stomach filled with what felt like a cold liquid. Now it seemed like Anna had forgotten me, forgotten what she was doing here – or rather, what I wanted her to be doing here – and now was caught up in John's cock and all of the pleasure he was giving her. Her head was still turned to watch him moving in and out of her.

Her voice kept delivering every dirty thing she could think of, in a sexy moan. Everything except what she knew I wanted to hear, something that would remind me she was still my Anna. Even if John's cock was so big that:

“Oh! Oh! It's too big! I won't be able to walk tomorrow! Oh, fuck!”

My cock throbbed with every dirty sentence that came out of her mouth. It was all lewd and obscene and terribly good, and it was exactly the kind of thing I wanted to see and hear. But the cool sensation that had begun moments before was threatening to eat me alive if Anna didn't look up at me and wink, or say 'baby,' or give me something to let me know that she hadn't been carried away by John and his giant cock. 

For a moment it was like I was outside of this place and this time, and this was not my wife, and I was not hiding behind a wall. It was like I had never met her, and she had just gone on with her life, and this was the man she ended up with, the man she let fuck her, the man she wanted…

Her body was rocking back and forth as John pummeled her. Finally, she turned her head, and her eyes moved over the wall until they rested where I was. Though she couldn't have seen much of anything, she didn't look away.

John was pounding her so hard now that her hair was flying forward and whipping back against her face, sticking to the sweat that covered her. He mouth was open, and she was moaning.

But she was looking at me.

John was suddenly impatient, unable to wait for Anna's moaning movements over his cock. He grabbed her hips and began to pump at her furiously. I ripped my eyes away from Anna's stare to watch what I could see of John's cock where it entered her – sinking into her skin, then out, then in again.

“Fill me up with your hot cum,” Anna murmured, but ever so loudly, just then – as if she were reading my thoughts. “Fill my pussy up with all that hot, hot cum.
Baby.
”

John began to thrust his huge stick into Anna. He lifted a hand and slapped Anna on the ass, and the smack cracked through the room.

“Ride that cock!” he growled.

Anna complied, gyrating her hips in rhythm with his.

I looked back to her face. She was still smiling that complicit smile, looking right at me.

“Oh, spank me again!” she screamed.

Another slap, and she rolled her eyes in pleasure. She began screaming in breathy pants, in time with the movements of John's cock. “Oh!” she kept squealing.

I felt like this went on for an eternity, the sound seeming to amplify with every passing moment, until they seemed to be screaming together through a loudspeaker. I watched his dark skin against Anna's ass, watched her open mouth as she made sounds that could be mistaken for agony or ecstasy.

She stopped looking at me and closed her eyes, she was off in her own world now. I couldn't tell anymore if she was acting, if she really liked being spanked.

They both gave their final, orgasmic howls. John's body strained and he pummeled her ferociously as he came.

I nearly collapsing from exhaustion behind the wall, where I was straining to keep myself lifted enough to keep watching. I could not take my eyes away from the scene, even though one leg was asleep where I was propped up against a box.

It was worth the excruciating pain in back to keep watching when Anna's eyes fluttered up to where I was, where she knew I was watching, and she said: “That was so good, baby.” 

Her voice was directed back to her lover, who had pulled his enormous and still-hard cock from her and was watching his cum drip from her engorged pussy. I wished that I could stare, like him, at the white froth spilling from her shredded hole. I could see her later, but it wouldn't be fresh. It wouldn't be the same.

“Oh god, that was so good,” she continued. She had her fingers in her mouth.
They
were done, but she knew I was still there, wanting, waiting, getting hotter and hotter. She was teasing me. 

Her eyes were on me, and her words were for me. She turned and crawled to him. She moved her hands over his chest. His hands moved down, grasping whatever he found of her body: ass, thighs, her round, full breasts.

“That was fun,” Anna cooed in his ear. “But I have to go though, before Brian comes home.”

John shook his head. He leaned down to pull his shirt off the floor. “Dang, girl, you are
cold.
”

Anna smiled.

It was delicious watching her smile like that, leaving him when he clearly wanted her to stay. He wanted more of her, and who could blame him?

Anna gave him a kiss, trailing her hand down his neck and his chest, over his t-shirt. And then her figure disappeared into the darkness of his apartment, and a streak of light made a widening square on the floor as the door opened.

She was coming home.

I was waitin
g
in the living room when she opened the door and closed it behind her.