by Jason Lenov
Jessie gets a Job
A Hotwife Story
by
Jason Lenov
Copyright 2017 Jason Lenov
Thirteenth Line Publications
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 1
"Scott!"
Jess' shrill shriek tore through me like a chainsaw. I slid down into the office chair, hoping she wouldn't notice me stuffing my cock into my pants.
Don't know why. It was pretty clear from the video playing of the girl with a twelve inch dildo hanging out of her ass what I was doing.
"Ew! Gross! Scott, what the heck!?!" I heard her spin around and try to stomp off. I say "try" because there wasn't much stomping she could do with those little feet on the plush carpet upstairs.
"Babe, hold on!" I swung around in the chair, jumped up and ran after her. How could I have not heard her come in?
When I got downstairs, she was standing in the kitchen trying to look like she was fuming. Her pretty little cheeks were all red and her brow was furrowed and she'd set her jaw just so. She looked like an angry toddler. "Hey," I said, walking over to her and reaching out.
She jerked her arms away and folded them across her pert breasts. "Scott Pearson what were you doing up there?!? Wait! I don't even want to know!" Jess lifted her petite hand and pressed her slender fingers to her forehead.
"Hon, come on. Don't be like this. I didn't know you were home. I'm sorry! I was just..."
I'd been masturbating. That's what I'd been doing. I'd been sitting there, watching a video of a girl stuffing a big, black dildo up her ass and jerking it. What? We hadn't had sex in a while. It had been like three days or something.
"Just what?!?" she snarled.
I sighed.
Whacking off?
Choking the chicken?
Strangling the monkey?
You know, jerkin' it.
"Jessie, don't be like this," I started, trying to add just the right amount whine to my voice to make my apology sound plausible.
"Jessie, don't be like this," she mocked with a sneer.
Ugh. This might get ugly.
Time to change tack.
"Look," I said, putting my palms out. Maybe the stern husband approach would work better. "I'm a guy. I've got...needs."
Jessie's eyes popped open wide.
Yeah. Wrong way, bud.
"You've got needs?" she asked. She took a deep breath. A pre-bellow breath. "You've got needs?!?" she roared.
Holy shit. This was off the chain. I'd nay seen her like this before.
How about let's try the "come-out-clean" approach.
"I was masturbating." There. I said it.
A slight, teensy-weensy easing of tension. Or maybe it was just me.
"I was masturbating...to the image of another woman on the computer monitor. I...it was obtained from the internet."
Oh bad move, Scottie. Humor was not the way to go on this one.
Silence. A deep, profound silence that wrapped itself around me and started to choke.
Then? A tiny shake of the head. Imperceptible, almost. Disbelief, waning to...what was that? Was that a smile? Was that a fucking smile? Holy shit! It was a smile! I had her! I was home fr...
"You are unbelievable, do you know that?"
"I am?"
"You are."
"Like, you mean in the sack?" I added a snicker, just to make sure she knew I was joking. I thought it was a pretty good play.
She smirked, nodded, then walked towards me.
Booyah.
Home free.
"Yeah, baby. Totally in the sack." The smile faded from her lips. She shot me one last, furious, icy stare. "I'm going to stay at my sister's. Have a good night."
Jess walked past me and I heard her snatch up the keys to the car and storm out the door.
It slammed so hard it made me jump.
So, yeah. All in all, a pretty good day.
Chapter 2
"She caught you doing what?"
"She didn't catch me, she walked in." I took a sip of my beer and set it on the coaster on top of the bar my buddy Charlie had built in his basement.
"She walked in and you were jerking it?"
"Yeah."
"To a..."
"A girl stuffing a black dildo into her ass."
"Huh," Charlie said, nodding. He picked up the dirty rag off the side of the bar and gave it a wipe. The guy was a bartender trapped inside a software developers body. "And?" he asked.
"And now she's at her sister's place."
"Huh." He nodded for a little while longer, gave the bar another wipe, then reached down and pulled out a bottle of beer for himself. "Whaddya gonna do?"
"I don't know."
I didn't know. How was I supposed to know? She'd never walked in on me before. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. It wasn't like I was cheating on her. And I meant what I'd said. A man's got needs.
"Maybe get her some flowers?" Charlie offered.
"Yeah," I replied, picking the beer up again.
"It's a start."
"What would you do?" I asked.
Charlie squashed his lips together, making a weird man-duck-face. "I don't know. I don't do that kind of thing. Not while Gillian's in the house, anyways."
"I didn't know she was in the house!"
"You gotta lock the front door."
"It was locked!"
"You got a door on the office?"
"Yeah but..."
"You gotta lock that too."
"It doesn't have a lock," I sighed, feeling more deflated with each sentence.
"Gotta put a lock on that thing. Never know who might come in. The desk face the door or the wall?"
"Wall," I muttered.
"Well, there's your problem right there. Gotta set it up like it's a real office. Have the desk facing the door. That way, you get that extra split second to stuff your cock in your pants as you see her walking into the room. That, and she doesn't see what's on the monitor. If she asks, you tell her you had an itch. You got crabs or something."
I shook my head. "Really? Really Charlie? Fucking crabs?"
"I don't know. Beats getting caught with your dick out, right?" he asked.
"Does it?"
"I don't know. Never been caught."
Every time I went over there I realized what a shitty bartender Charlie would actually make. Still, he was a good guy so I kept coming back. We sat there in silence for a while,
sipping our beers. "You have an office here?" I finally asked.
"Yup."
"Desk?"
"Yup."
"Let me guess..."
"You got it. Faces the door. That's why I've never been caught."
I rolled my eyes. Great. Just great fucking advice. I finished my beer, shot the shit with Charlie for a little longer, then headed home.
The one small hope I had that she might have changed her mind was dashed when I saw her car wasn't in the driveway. The house was just the way I'd left it and I knew she wasn't coming back until tomorrow. I went upstairs, turned the lights out and crawled into bed.
The next day was Saturday. I hung out in my pyjamas for a few hours, waiting for Jess to come home. When she didn't, I decided I was going to have to be the one to cave and go grovelling to her. I got dressed, got in the car and drove to her sister's place on the other side of town.
Cathy answered the door wearing a knowing grin. "Hiya tiger," she said, not stepping aside to let me in.
"Hey. Is she here?"
"Nope," Cathy replied.
Great. Thanks Cath, very helpful. "Do you know where she is?"
"Said she was going to do some shopping. You get a good wank in after she left last night?"
I turned around and walked down the porch muttering "Shutup Cathy. Just shutup."
"Nice to see you too!" she yelled after me.
I climbed into the car. I thought of texting Jess but I knew there was no point. She was going to come home with a load of pretty cardboard bags filled with shit we couldn't afford. Then we were going to talk about what happened. Then we were going to talk about her shopping. Then we were going to fight about how she had to take it all back.
That's always how it went.
Sure enough, a few hours later as I was sitting in front of the TV with a beer in my hand, Jessie walked through the door humming and smiling and pleased as pie.
I resisted the urge to groan.
"Hi!" she twittered, balancing on the new pair of black heels she'd bought as she undid the straps.
Maybe we wouldn't have to take those back. They were kind of hot.
"Hey."
"Whatcha' doin?" she sang.
I sighed. "Watching TV." I stood up. This just needed to get done. "Look, about last night..."
"You know what?" she said, "Forget about it. I'm over it."
My jaw sagged. "You are?"
"Yeah. I'm over it. I bought some stuff and now I'm over it. Now do you want to have makeup sex or not?" She set the bags down on the floor and started making her way up the stairs, giving her round ass a little extra twist to get me to follow.
Ergh.
Well of course I wanted to have makeup sex. But what about the shit? What about the stuff in the bags? Damn it! She knew exactly what she was doing. Getting my dick wet so I couldn't say anything about it. So I wouldn't make her take any of it back.
I stood there sighing and rolling the problem over and over in my mind. Sure, I could say something now. I could tell her we couldn't afford it, that we were barely paying our bills as it was and that she had to take all that stuff back.
Or, I could sign a contract with my cock. Nothing formal, mind you, just an unspoken sort of thing. I got to put my dick in, she didn't have to take the stuff back. Simple, right?
I know, I know, not all marriage's are like that. That's not the way it any more, right? Except, it still kind of is. Women have what guys want. If they give it to us, you can't hold it against them for wanting something back. Right?
Damn it. I knew what I should do. I knew I should go up there and not take my cock out and tell her we need to have a talk. I should talk to her about all the stuff she bought (well, everything except the heels) and tell her that she has to take it back.
Ugh. Money. I hate money. Well, I hate it when I don't have enough of it.
I started up the stairs but with each step I took, my resolve to walk into the bedroom and start that conversation waned. By the time I was at the door it was just a dull nagging feeling somewhere between the small of my back and my ass and by the time I stepped in the room, it was gone.
Jessie's naked body sprawled out on the bed shut the door on the feeling coming back any time soon.
I caught my breath at the sight.
She'd dolled herself up really nice. She was lying on her back, propped up on the day pillows, legs crossed with nothing on. Except those heels. She'd obviously put on more lipstick and set her blonde hair to one side so that it waved down past her shoulder and almost covered one of her small but pert breasts.
I could just make the soft patch of fuzzy, blonde down peaking out from between her legs. She had her arms up on the pillows and was looking like a pinup girl, a coy smile playing across her lips.
For all her foibles, Jess was a knockout.
"You just going to stand there?" she purred, shifting on the bed.
Unable to stop leering at her, I yanked my belt buckle open and pushed my pants down. Fumbling with the buttons of my shirt as I crossed the room, I managed to undo all of them and let the shirt fall off just as I got up onto the bed beside her. I leaned close to her body. The smell of lavender soap and strawberry perfume was delicate but enticing. My already half-hard cock jumped between my legs as I pressed my lips against her tiny aureole and drew her nipple into my mouth.
Jessie sucked in a soft breath as I started kneading the hardening bud with my tongue. She loved nipple play. It was a sure way to get her wet and she'd even come from it a few times.
I reached down between my legs and started stroking myself. The heady scent of her essence rose from between her legs.
"Oh baby you're beautiful," I said, in between mouthfuls of her little tit.
She cupped her hand under her breast and fed more of it into my mouth. "Oh Scottie, suck it harder please!" she begged.
I gave her nipple a gentle nibble before going back to sucking it deeper into my mouth. She really liked it when I sucked it like I was trying to pop it off and really got my tongue slapping at it. It was a workout for my jaw but hey, anything for my lady.
As I licked and sucked her now very protracted and very stiff bud, I saw Jess reach down between her legs, part the two pale mounds of flesh of her pussy and find her clit with her middle finger. She started moaning as she spun circles around that, too. "Don't stop baby," she whispered, "don't stop."
My jaw was really starting to tighten up now but I wasn't about to be a quitter. Ignoring the pain I doubled down on sucking her bud even harder.
"Yes...yes...yes!" The words crescendoed and I felt the climax welling up inside of her as she played with herself.
I looked down, past her trim tummy and in between her legs. Sometimes when she came, she squirted a little and it turned me on so much seeing her juices splash out of her. I watched her thighs start to shudder and I knew the moment was close.
"Oh gosh...now Scottie, now!" she screamed.
Taking my cue I bit down a little harder on her nipple, sending her careening over the edge of an orgasm to the accompaniment of noisy wet sounds coming from between her legs as her pussy spurted clear come onto the sheets.
Man that got me going.
Jessie's body shook for a while and she squealed so close to my ear I thought I was going to go deaf. Didn't matter. I wanted her to have a nice time. I kept twisting my tongue around her nipple, pulling at it with my teeth, then sucking it into my mouth as pleasure coursed through her.
When her breaths started coming in quickly again, I knew it was over and that I was about to have my turn! I let her nipple fall out of my mouth with a wet slurp and started to crawl onto her body to try and get between her legs.
"Oh honey," she said.
The words made me freeze.
No. No, no. That wouldn't be fair. She couldn't call it off now! "What's wrong?" I asked quietly.
"Oh nothing, it's just, that was so good. Would you mind...would you mind..." She couldn't say it but she nodded d
own her body and spread her legs.
My jaw was more or less on fire from the workout I'd gotten lashing at her nipple with my tongue but, hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, right? "Oh. Sure baby, no problem," I said and started crawling down in between her legs.
It was kind of hot. A damp spot had formed on the comforter where she'd squirted, right under my chest. The juices squished beneath me making my cock lurch and my animal brain take over. Her pussy didn't smell as fresh as the rest of her. That's to say, it probably had before I'd started. Her cum had a very sharp acidic taste to it and the scent was somewhere between sweat and vinegar.
And I fucking loved it.
I wished my mouth weren't hurting so much so that I could enjoy what I was about to do more. I nuzzled my nose against the soft patch of blonde fur above her puss and licked up the length of her slit in a long, slow swipe.
"Oh baby," she shuddered, running her fingers through my hair. "That's nice."
I would have loved to sit between those thighs all day just savoring the taste of her pussy juice but I knew the muscles in my jaw had an expiration time and I wanted to make sure I got mine, too. I found her clit quickly and started to flick at it and around it with my tongue.
"Ooh, just a little harder baby, please?" she asked.
I did my best but I didn't want to burn out. I took her clit into my mouth the same way I'd taken her nipple and started to suck it hard.
"Mmm...mmmhmmm," she cooed. "Just like that." Jessie started to grind her hips up and down. At the same time she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face closer to her pussy.
For a second I felt like my face were smashed up against a pane of glass but she must have realized it was a little too much because she eased up a little.
"Just a little harder?" she said, her hips starting to shake again.
This was it. This was going to be all I had. I closed my eyes and hoped I could get the job done. Sucking her into my mouth as hard as I could, I started flicking her little pink pearl with my tongue like I was trying to whip it.