Yes: A Hotwife Romance (7 page)

"You ever thought about him fucking you like this, you little slut?" I growled, grabbing her by the chin.

"Oh fuck yes!" she moaned, "I want him to fuck me just like this!"

Her eyes were closed. Somehow I could tell she was thinking about him. I could tell she was thinking about Will inside her, the way I was now. My cock grew inside her, cum moving from my balls.

I started fucking her harder, our bodies sinking deep into the soft couch. She opened her eyes as I did. We stared at each other like that in some kind of silent understanding.

"That's it baby," she cooed as I rode her. Her back was arching, her body curling towards climax. "You think of that thick black cock pushing into me. Think of him dumping his hot load into my cunt," she whispered.

My eyes went wide at her vulgarity. The image of Will's cock filling her with hot cum shot through my mind. I felt my load shoot into her hot core.

"Oh fuck yes Charlie!" she moaned as my cock flexed inside her. I felt the heat of my own liquid seeping from her as her pussy tightened around me. She dug her nails into my back. I fucked her harder, stretching my own orgasm out.

I fell on top of her, a sweaty, panting mess and we both lay there on the couch.

Finally, I felt her pushing me up. I lifted myself off of her and stood up.

"Charlie. That was a dirty little fuck," she purred, smiling. "You okay?"

I nodded. "Better than okay."

She smirked a happy smirk. "Good. I've gotta go shower."

I watched her ass sway up the stairs.

Something clicked in that moment. I decided I was not going to be the guy I'd almost become. I was not going to be the jealous guy who stayed up late, wondering if his wife was going to cheat on him that day. I wanted to be the opposite of that guy.

I knew I had to trust her. I also knew I had to take control.

Chapter 12

When he saw me walk through the door of the coffee shop, Will jumped up and smoothed down his pants. When I got to the table he reached out a hand, like he was meeting an investor at a business meeting.

I just shook my head and chuckled. "Sit down, Will."

He did, keeping his eyes on me, like I might attack at any moment. The waitress came over and I asked for a coffee. Once she'd left, I turned my attention back to Will.

"Listen Will, first off I want to say I'm sorry."

He grew very puzzled. "Sorry for what, Mr...Charlie?"

"Sorry for how I acted the other day, at the restaurant."

"Aw, hell no, that's me that should be sorry." He shook his palms at me. "It ain't right for a man to see that. Shit, it ain't right for a man to have another guy talk to his wife like that whether he sees it or not. I'm the one that should be..."

"Will," I interrupted, putting a hand up, "relax and hear me out."

He took a breath and leaned against the back of his chair, trying to be chill.

"I got a little crazy about things, that was my bad. Maybe you're right, maybe you shouldn't have been talking to my wife that way, but..."

He sat up and interrupted. "That's what I'm saying. It was
my
bad. It was just a joke though, Charlie. We were just having some fun. I didn't mean nothing by it. I'll make it up to you. You just tell me how."

I leaned back and couldn't help a smile. I hadn't expected it to be this easy.

The waitress came over and set a steaming mug of coffee in front of me. "Anything else hun?" she asked.

"I'm fine for now."

She gave me a wink and walked off. She wasn't bad looking. Her ass reminded me of Angie's. When I turned back to Will, he'd been looking at it, too.

"You like that?" I asked.

He smirked, a little awkward. "Hell yeah, why not?"

"Kinda reminds me of Angie's. Don't you think?" I asked, leaning in so the whole restaurant wouldn't hear.

He got pretty serious. I could tell he had no idea what I meant. I let him suffer for a few seconds. I figured he deserved it, if only a little for being so forward with my wife.

"Don't you think?" I asked again. I could tell he was getting nervous, like an animal deciding whether to run or fight. "I'm just joking, Will. Just having some fun."

He breathed another smirk, still looking pretty awkward. It was time, otherwise I'd turn him off completely.

"You want to help me out? You want to make it up to me?"

He seemed relieved that I'd let the previous question go. "Yes. Absolutely." He knocked on the table with his knuckles.

"Good," I answered. "Will, I want you to fuck my wife."

It felt a little bit unfair. Angie was his boss, after all. I knew he wouldn't have met with me, had that not been the case. I knew he wanted to make good on what had happened. I also knew what I'd just said had probably confused the hell out of him. A part of me wanted to let him figure out on his own, how to respond. That might not get me what I
really
wanted, though.

"Sounds a little fucked, huh?" I asked. The sudden profanity seemed to put him a little more at ease.

He shrugged his shoulders, furrowed his brow and shook his head gently from side to side at the question.

We sat there like that for what seemed like much longer than it probably was. After a while, when he'd said nothing, I couldn't take the silence anymore.

"Okay. If you're not into it, it's totally cool." I pushed my coffee away and reached for my jacket.

"Hey, hey, hold on, hold on a second!" he said, reaching a hand across the table and pressing my arm down so I didn't get up.

I turned back to him and smiled.

He shook his head again. "The fuck?" he whispered.

I laughed. "Yeah, it's a little fucked, I guess," I said, still chuckling. That seemed to shake him awake.

"Alright Charlie, I'm gonna be straight up with you. I've done this kind of shit before."

It was my turn to be surprised. "Say what?"

He looked around, making sure no one could hear. "Look, it's kind of a thing. Some guys are into it. More guys than you think."

"Okay...what do you mean you've done this before?" I asked, my blood starting to boil."

"Wow! Shit, not with Angie. I mean with other couples that are into it."

I heaved a sigh.

"You...fuck other guys wives?"

"Wives. Girlfriends. Whatever. Some guys just get off on seeing a brother...you know..."

"Wow," I whispered. "I guess I never would have thought that..."

"The trouble with this, Charlie, is Angie...Angie's my fucking boss, man."

That one was harder. I'd thought about it though. "You like her, don't you Will? I mean, she's a good looking woman, right?"

He shrugged and put his palms up again, sheepish.

"It's okay. You can say it. I asked, remember?"

"Well, then yeah."

I leaned in close again. "I bet you've thought of pushing your cock into that tight little cunt."

He smirked and shook his head. "You're a man, Charlie. You know that guys that are into women are all looking at your wife like that, right? She's
fine
."

For some reason I hadn't really thought about it until he'd brought it up. The thought made me hard.

"I have Will," I confessed. "I've thought of you fucking her. And it makes me hot as hell." I let him think on that for a second.

"Alright," he said, leaning close after thinking about it for a moment. "That's fine Charlie. But what the fuck does Angie think?"

"That's the thing, she's totally into it." I was getting more excited at him buying in.

"She know about is then? You asking me this shit?" he asked.

I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of my coffee. Putting the mug down, I answered, "not yet."

Will rolled his eyes. "Oh shit."

Chapter 13

"Oh my fuck that was an annoying day!" Angie gasped, her shoulders heaving dramatically in despair. She threw her huge purse on the ground and it landed with a thud. She kicked off her shoes, not bothering to aim for the shoe tray. "Do we have anything to drink?"

I let out a chuckle, sitting on the stairs, watching her performance.

"What?" she snapped, scowling at me.

"Nothing. You're just cute."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Storming past me, she went into the kitchen. I heard the freezer door open, then I heard her rummaging for ice.

"Fuck! We're out of ice!" she croaked. "Do we have any whisky?"

I walked into the living room, picked up the two drinks I'd made and walked into the kitchen with them. I stood in the doorway until she noticed me.

"Oh!" she chirped, her bad mood lifting at the sight of them. She grabbed one of the drinks I was holding, clinked her glass loudly against mine and took a healthy swig. I watched her body relaxing as the liquid worked its magic.

"Couch? Massage?" I asked.

She tilted her head and cracked a wide smile. "Why, yes!"

Once we were settled, I took her feet in my hands, peeled off her socks and started pressing each toe between a finger and thumb. Once I'd counted through all of them, I began to work my thumb into the arch of her foot. She moaned and sank back into the couch.

"Another long day, huh?" I asked.

"Holy shit, was it ever." Some of the tension had left her voice. "It was Will's day off. It is just not the fucking same without him there."

"I bet," I replied. My insides tightened a little at what I was about to say. For a moment, I had a second thought. There was still time to turn back. Still time to change my mind. An image of what she'd look like, pressed beneath him sprang to mind. I knew what I had to do.

"So listen," I began, gathering some more courage from inside the glass.

She sat up higher. "You got me a puppy?" Her eyes were shining with mischief. I hoped they would be still, after I'd told her what I had to say.

"No..."

"We're going on vacation!?!"

"Not quite..."

"Hmmm..." she furrowed her brow and put a finger to her lips. "You want to have a baby?"

That one threw me for a loop. I must have looked more distracted than I felt.

"Oh shit," she cried, setting down her drink and throwing her arms around my neck, "I'm sorry! I was just joking!"

My heart started pounding. I hadn't expected her to be this playful. I shook off the shock of what she'd said, set down my own drink and pushed her away.

"Don't kill me, okay?"

Her expression clouded a little at hearing that. "Charlie? What did you do?"

I took a deep breath. "I told Will I wanted to see him fuck you."

I don't think I'd ever heard it that quiet in that living room before. Her eyes darted back and forth between mine, like one might reveal more than the other. I was pretty relieved when a smile slid across her lips, as small as it might have been.

"You're joking." It wasn't a question. That was just Angie. She thought if she made a statement like that, it had a better chance of being true.

"No."

The smile left. Not just her lips but her eyes, too.

"Charlie. You did not."

I felt a smile tickling the corner of my mouth. She was getting pissed.

Normally that would have had me quite concerned. Normally that would have had me scrambling to think of what to do. I let the smile crack on my lips.

"Charlie. What in the
fuck
did you do that for?" There was a tremble in her voice now.

"We talked about it, remember?"

"Talked about it? We fucking had a little fantasy about it that we fucked to. We didn't fucking
talk
about it Charlie!" She waved her arms, sending the half-full glass of whisky flying across the room and smashing against the wall. "At no point did we
talk
about you telling fucking Charlie about any of this!!!"

She was shrieking now and her eyes were wide and it was now or never.

I leaned towards her, pressed my lips against her open mouth, holding her against the couch. I felt her hands on my chest, pushing back. I slid a hand under the tights she was wearing and slid it in between her legs. Her pussy was soaked.

As soon as she felt my fingers in between the wet, messy lips of her cunt, she stopped fighting. Her legs spread open for me and her hips came up, willing my hand into her further.

I obliged. I pushed two fingers into her sopping slit, found her hole and slipped them inside. They went in easily, wet as she was. I hooked them up and touched a spot I knew she loved.

She moaned again, the sound of it echoing in my mouth. Now no matter what she said, I knew the truth. I took my fingers out of her and watched her face melt into anguish.

"Taste it," I whispered. "Taste it how fucking wet you are for him."

She opened her mouth and let her tongue hang out, desperate to do as she was told. I let my fingers settle on her tongue and watched her suck her own juices off of them. When she'd finished licking herself clean she looked up at me. Like she wanted more.

I put my hand back down onto her tights and yanked them off her legs. Unbuttoning her tunic, I pulled her up, tugged it off, then I yanked the shirt underneath over her head. Her nipples were already hard. Leaning back down, I tasted both of them before making her sit on the couch. Kneeling next to her, I forced my fingers back into her cunt.

Her back rose off the couch as soon as I curled my fingers up and touched the top of her insides. I knew we were going to make a mess but I didn't care. I wanted her ready for what I'd prepared. With my fingers still curled inside her, I started fucking her with my hand.

She moaned and arched even higher up off the couch. I'd only done this a handful of times but every time it had made her come faster than the time before. By the way she was squeezing me with her cunt, I could tell she was getting ready to come.

She squealed as I felt juices spill from her pussy onto my hand. I started fucking her harder. I pressed against her pelvis with my other hand, pushing her back down onto the couch. That brought her legs up, swaying on either side of her. I let one of them rest on my shoulder, watched her little white toes squirming against the pleasure building inside of her.