Ela's Performance: A Romantic Wife-Watching Novel

by Arnica Butler

Ela moved her head, minutely, because it was all she could do, in assent. Her face was held almost motionless by Ari's cock, but I could see him rippling with pleasure as she made the feeble motion with her head. With a wet, sticky sound he moved back and forth inside Ela's mouth, and his fat balls slapped against her nose with the motion. She kept her eyes on the room divider, where she knew I was watching, and even wound her hands around his legs to give me a little wave.

  I was so transfixed by the sight of Ari's cock moving inside the hole of her mouth, that I didn't see for a moment that Ela had spread her legs open. She had propped them on either side of her body, knees bent. Ari's view from above would begin with her neck and the bulge of his cock roughly moving inside of it, to her tits bouncing in the camisole, to the skimpy wedge of underwear covering the place between her legs. Her open, inviting legs.

  I could see from the angle of his head that he was enjoying the visual, with his neck craned to look straight down. I wondered what he savored the most. As for me, Ela's body seemed contorted, and I could look at her legs akimbo on either side of Ari's heaving ass. And her eyes beneath his ball sac, watering, red, and submitting entirely.

  But submitting, as only I knew, not to Ari – but to me.

  Ari gave her another deep, long thrust, and Ela blinked away the struggle as she waited for him to release her. I am sure her lungs were screaming by the time he withdrew his fat cock slowly from her mouth. Inch by inch, as Ela blinked and tried to twist her head. When he finally freed her, she gasped at the air and reached for his cock, to stop him from going in again. She scooted onto the bed so that her head was facing up at the ceiling, and guided the length of his shaft along her extended tongue. Then she used her tongue to suck his balls down into her mouth, nibbling them up until both sacs were inside. Ari was resting with both knees on the edge of the bed now, and soon my view of what Ela's mouth was doing was blocked out by his body, as he began to double over from the pleasure of having my wife take his entire sac into her mouth and swirl it around.

  Because I had the option of preparing for this scene, I was in only my boxers, and my hand slid easily beneath the fabric. I clutched my cock, and it pulsed wildly in my hand, but I didn't want to stroke myself yet.

  I knew Ela, and I knew she was going to give a great performance. She would not stop here. I knew she was only going to get lewder. Not because she was a particularly lewd woman – she just knew it's what I wanted to see.

  I shuddered with the delightful thought that my wife wanted to give me what I wanted so much that she would debase herself in all the ways she was about to.

  Ela moved, suddenly, and slid in an economical movement away from Ari and twisting around at the same time, until she was on her knees and facing him. Her face was shiny, and her mascara had smeared above her eyes, giving her a dark shadow and a slutty appearance. Her hair was wet with her own spit, and her lips seemed almost puffy from the fucking she had just taken.

  She gave Ari, and therefore me, a sultry, challenging look.

  “I've been a very bad girl,” she said.

  I watched as Ari's bulk shook with a kind of chuckle, and it took me a moment to realize this was some kind of private thing between them, a game they had once played, and so it was a cue from Ela that Ari understood perfectly. He rose to his feet, and I moved to the side, to a new hole in the divider, to get a view of Ela. She watched, one finger in her mouth, as Ari raised his pants to his waist, to my confusion. He slid his belt from the loopholes and let his pants and boxers fall to the ground so he could step out of them.

  He slapped the belt on the bed, and let it rest there, but the sound sent a shiver through Ela and through me. The implication was clear.

  In one smooth movement he got onto the bed and reached for Ela, grabbing her by the underwear and jerking the fabric so that the panties shredded.

  I widened my eyes and stared: she had shaven away even the landing strip, and was now completely bare.

  Ari grunted in approval. Ela was closer to him now, and he turned her around and pressed her back against his chest for a moment. The large mirror on the other side of the room provided me with a partial view of what he was doing: his large hand ran up, under the fabric of Ela's bra, clutching her tit for a moment and then moving up to her throat. He nuzzled her neck and her ear, and whispered something to her. Instructions, perhaps. Because Ela fell forward when he withdrew his hand.

  But Ela did me the favor, at least, of turning toward the head of the bed, forcing Ari to move to the side. She did it to give me a better view. She folded into a submissive position, her ass in the air for Ari, and her face on the bed, pressed into the pillows.

  Ari had his belt in one hand but he only looked down at Ela's ass. Evidently waiting for something he had told her to do.

  I strained to watch, and then I saw what he was so absorbed by: Ela was working her violinist fingers up from between her legs, to her wet, engorged slit. Her lips parted with a sticky yawn, as she pulled them apart to display herself for Ari.

  His cock throbbed in the air.

  He gave the belt a little crack across her right buttock, and Ela gasped. Her fingers moved with more purpose, fluttering to pull herself apart even more.

  Another slap of the belt – not hard, just enough to make a noise and to probably sting – cut across Ela's ass again. “How bad have you been, Ela? How much punishment do you need?”

  Another slap on her ass, and I saw Ela's fingers moving more quickly. She gasped and moaned into the pillow.

  I knew I could never slap my wife this way. But as Ari raised the belt again and let it crack across the other aide of her ass with a sharp snap, my cock thrashed around wildly in my hand. I wanted him to give her another, sound slap. Again and again.

  Ela was now bringing herself to orgasm. Her fingers were fluttering wetly in her own juicy cunt. She rocked her hips slightly as crack after crack of Ari's belt reddened her ass. She yelled into the pillow as she came, and Ari looked down at her, panting with his own exertion and lust, watching, probably, her pussy well up with her own cum.

  He dropped the belt and grasped her ass with two hands. He pulled apart her asscheeks and used his thumbs to stroke her pussy juices upward from her gushing cunt, to her ass. She twitched as he stroked her clit, but his large hands held her immobile. His thumbs smeared her cum upward, to where it glistened over her asshole.

  I couldn't see all of this in great detail, of course, but I could imagine it. I knew, by the way Ela seized up and froze in his hands, that he had plunged both of his thumbs inward, perforating her tight ass with two big fingers at the same time.

  Ela moaned into the pillows. “Oooooh,” she said.

  “It's okay,” Ari said absently, but he had no intention of releasing her from his vice grip.

  “Please, Ari, no, it hurts.”

  But he didn't stop, he only pressed his thumbs in further, and Ela pressed her face into the bedsheets and wailed. But she took it.

  Ari leaned forward, and with his hands turning my wife's ass almost inside-out, his thumbs hooked inside of her and his palms grasping her small ass to keep it still, he leaned forward and guided his cock to her pussy. His thumbs were hooked outward in her asshole, so that he could pull her toward him to slide her pussy over his cock.

  His member slid in, inch by inch, until he had himself inside of her. He shifted his hands so that his fingers pointed upward, toward her lower back, and he began to push and pull her. His thumbs were still inside of her ass. Ela rose up to her hands and knees, and tossed her hair back. Then she turned to the side and looked toward me, so that I could see her face as she gasped and opened her mouth wide. Ari slammed into her rapidly, pounding her pussy and holding her steady with his thumb-to-ass grip. Ela's moans rattled with the pounding.

  But she came again. I saw her body tense and she looked skyward, her breath caught in her throat.

  “That's it,” Ari said, staring down at her gaping ass, and his cock slicking in and out of her
cunt. He rammed inside of her pussy, deep into her, and she gasped. He held her there, and I savored the sight of my wife, with her hair sticking to her back with sweat and her eyes closed in pleasure and pain. I could see him pulling his thumbs from inside of her, and she moaned with the agony of it.

  Ari's chest was heaving with exertion. He was close to coming and filling her up. She wiggled as his thumbs released from her ass, and he held her buttocks open to watch what I could not see myself: her asshole, gaped and red, spasming closed.

  Ari slid from inside of her, and his cock was in the air for a moment, glistening with her cum. His cock was huge now, formidably thick, and so erect that it almost pointed upward. He leaned back and slid his legs with him. In a move that revealed a certain amount of familiarity between the two of them, from long ago, Ela clambered over him until she was hovering above his cock and he could relax on his back, propped up on his elbows.

  “Ride my cock,” he growled.

  My wife, the sweet Ela, rose up on her knees and positioned herself over him, bending slightly forward. She reached a hand backward and grasped his thick member. Her fingers did not even make it all the way around his blunt instrument. She spread her legs apart to slide her body down and point him at the center of her ass.

  Ari reached up with one hand and steadied her as she pressed backward, impaling her ass on his cock. It was so thick that at first it bowed slightly from the pressure against her tiny hole, refusing to go in. Ela let out another anguished squeal. “It's too big,” she complained, sexily, and turned her face toward me. Her mascara had begun to streak down her cheeks now, as her eyes watered from the sharp pain that Ari's thick cock was delivering to her most intimate hole.

  Ari pushed her with a massive hand, pulling her down, grasping her hip with his big paw. And slowly, slowly, he entered her, as she let out a long howl.

  Ela's hips moved down, achingly slowly, and her ass swallowed Ari's cock inch by inch, until she was sitting on top of him with his cock in her ass.

  She tossed her head back, and then forward, and Ari slapped her lightly on the ass. Ela moaned, and began to move up and down. Her small thighs flexed and the line of her muscle became defined as she rose and fell, panting and sweating, sliding her ass up and down the big, thick pole.

  Her pussy was so wet that it contributed its own sticky, slurping sound as she moved, and Ela found her rhythm and began to bounce up and down on him, slamming her own ass deeper and deeper onto him with each thrust.

  I saw Ari's body tense, and his hand dropped to the side. He fell backward onto the bed, elevating only his head to see his cock disappearing and reappearing in the stretched hole of my wife's ass as she rode him hard.

  Her tits bounced in her loosened bra. She rode him for what seemed like an eternity, her face turned slightly toward me. I knew she did it in order to let me see her gloriously filthy face. And then I saw Ari's abdomen tense, and he groaned. With enormous strength, he folded upward and grasped her hips in both hands to push her down and into him, nearly splitting her, as he pummeled his cum inside of her.

  Ela was overcome with her pleasure and agony, but she managed to turn toward the screen, and give me the signal we had agreed upon. I was trembling and almost fumbled the phone as I took it from the window-seat behind me and stroked it to life. Her number was ready, and so was the text.

  Ela sat on top of him, panting, and Ari was shuddering the last of his cum into her when her phone buzzed.

  “Don't,” Ari said, playfully, as Ela laughed and slid off his cock. It dropped with a slap onto his thigh, and I stared at the wet, depleted meat as Ela twisted away and dropped over the side of the bed to remove her phone from her pants. Ari fell back, sighing the contented sigh of a man who has just come.

  “Shit!” Ela spat, and it was a really great performance. “Shit, shit, shit. Ari, Ari, you have to go.”

  He lifted his head in confusion. She threw his shirt at him and scrambled to the other side of the bed. “He's on his way home.”

  This was Ela's plan, from start to finish, and this particular piece of the theater was done so well, and so beautifully, that I had to marvel at my wife. She looked truly, authentically panic-stricken. “Peter!” she shouted at him. “Peter is coming home early.”

  “But...won't he be like, 'where is he?' or something like that. How do you know he'll just...leave?” I had asked her.

  Ela had smiled coyly. “You're a guy, in some other man's bed, and you just fucked this guy's wife like a whore. What do you do if she starts screaming that he's coming home early?”

  She was right, of course. It was an improbable piece of theater, and it made no sense: surely he would reflect upon it later and wonder what the hell had happened. Probably he would conclude that he had somehow been taken for a ride, which didn't bother me in the least. But for now, he reacted as any man probably would. He jumped up and got his clothes on, while Ela gathered her things up from the floor and pretended to be in a rush.

  “Just...get out of here,” Ela whispered, and she reached an arm out to give him a quick kiss. The message was clear: she would talk to him later. Now, he had to go.

  She knelt on the bed, poised in a hurried, guilty-looking movement, as though she were about to burst into her bathroom and take a shower, and cover up this whole sordid scene, as Ari ran out of the room and down the stairs, barely dressed. His footsteps disappeared in hollow thumps and then the door slammed downstairs.

  Ela dropped her clothes and giggled. She turned toward the screen, and peeled a strand of her long hair from her cheek where it was plastered with saliva, sweat, and probably Ari's precum. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she beckoned.

  This is what Ela had promised me, and now I almost fell down as I staggered from behind the screen to claim the final act of her generous gift. My cock was so hard I could barely breathe.

  As I moved out from behind the divider, Ela had dropped to her hands and knees, so when I came around the other side she was there waiting. Her ass was still marked with the belt-slaps, in three long, reddened marks. She had spread her knees apart, and offered me the glorious view of her asshole. It was red and gaped, the darkness in the center gushing with Ari's white cum. It trickled down to her bare snatch, also distended from where he had stretched her out. I got onto my knees behind her, and she turned to me and smiled as I took in the visual for a moment.

  I placed a finger inside her ass, and swept it around the circumference of her stretched hole. The slippery feel of another man's cum coated my fingers. The scent of her pussy and his bleachy seed combined and assailed my nostrils.

  I was so close to coming that it took only a moment. I slid my cock inside her gushing pussy, and she moaned. She was stretched and loose, and so wet that she seemed to surround me like a liquid instead of flesh. The pressure of my own cock forced even more of the other man's cum from her ass, and I used Ari's own technique to pull her asscheeks apart to get a good view of her asshole, welling up with cum.

  Just a few moments of this, and then I felt Ela's pussy tightening around my cock. She yelped as she came again, for a third time, and her ass spasmed and spewed more cum. I was gone. I grasped her by the hips and hammered my own cum deep, deep inside of my naughty, slutty wife.

  We remained like that, panting, for some time. Then we rolled onto our backs, and stood staring at the ceiling.

  For a brief moment, I thought things might become uncomfortable. But Ela reached out her hand, and let it hang in the air above us, until I took it and entwined my fingers with hers.

  “May I ask you something?” I said.

  Ela smiled. I suppose it did seem like a strange question, after all of that.

  “Are you still satisfied with our sex life?”

  Ela snorted, and then, realizing that the question was serious, she turned on her side. “You're not going to get weird on me, are you?”

  “I don't think so. I hope not. Just...you know, you seem to enjoy doing all these...” I wasn'
t sure how to phrase the next bit.

  Ela helped me out. “Nasty things. With another man?”

  “Yeah. And I..” This was hard conversation. I didn't actually feel like talking so much about it, but I felt I had to.

  “You wonder if I want that stuff from you? But you don't really want to do it? You'd rather watch?”

  Ela was asking, genuinely, if this was what I wanted to say.

  And actually, it really was.

  I laughed and fell back to face the ceiling. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. “It all sounds so simple when you say it.”

  “I thought we had this all straightened out.” There was a note of worry in her voice.

  I rolled over, and moved my hand down her body. Her small, firm breasts, and her still-hard nipples. When I reached her ribs she scrunched her nose and giggled. But her face went serious.

  “Peter,” she said. “Really. It's all just for you. You know that, right? It's...a performance.” She found my hand with hers, and I saw on her face that she was truly concerned. “You know I love you, right?”

  “I love you Ela,” I breathed. I wanted to say more, but just then, there wasn't any need to say it. I could see from her burning look that she meant her words, and that my insecurities were nonsense. I kissed her neck, and started to move my hand down her body. I could feel myself getting hard again, absorbed by this new thought, this new awareness.

  She stopped my hand, and smiled. “I'm unionized,” she said. “And I need a break.”

  “Union rules,” I sighed. I supposed it was only fair.

  She turned on her side, and bumped against me. Her firm ass was wet with cum. She pulled my arm protectively around her. I breathed in the scent of her sweat and her body, and I nuzzled her neck.

  “At least fifteen minutes between performances,” she said.

  So we spooned. In the end she fell asleep, in my arms, content.

  EPILOGUE

  When Ela arrives, she is wearing an elegant black dress beneath a slightly ratty rain poncho. Her legs are slim and mesmerizing, and the dress is short enough that it seems like she is wearing nothing at all beneath the plastic, tarp-like poncho. Unfortunately, she also looks like a hunchback, because her violin is beneath it, on her back.