The Company WIfe: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  I snap another picture of that in my mind because I don't think I'll feel more disconnected from my wife than I do right then. And somehow that's really hot.

  The moment stretches out for what seems like an eternity.

  Then Dale moves his ass back and pulls his cock slowly out.

  As inch after inch leaves her body, Serena twist and writhes on the bed until only the tip is left inside. She doesn't say it but she might as well. She wants that cock back inside her. She looks like she never wants to be without, again.

  Dale gives it to her. He plows back in, a little harder this time. Out and in again and before long he's fucking her for real.

  And they fuck like lovers fuck. Soft and slow and tender for a while. He even kisses her on the lips. Her thighs ride up on his hips in a gentle caress.

  It twists the inside of me into a knot. Do I want this to stop? No. I don't fucking want it to stop. It hurts so good I just want to watch.

  The strangest sense of relief washes over me as Dale gets up onto his knees, pulls his cock out and helps Serena turn around. I sigh because now it's not going to be making love. Now it's just going to be fucking and that feels so much easier to bear than making love.

  Serena tucks one knee under herself and stretches the other leg out, giving me and Dale a beautiful view of her flexed ass.

  Stroking his cock, Dale pushes it against her pussy but stops. He takes his thumb, the same thumb he stuck inside her and presses it against her ass. "You ever take it in the ass?" he asks.

  Serena falls out of character. The sex-crazed vixen dissolves into the Serena I see in the mornings, smiling and humming as she showers. She lets out an awkward laugh. "Uh... no. I don't do that," she replies.

  Dale doesn't flinch. He stuffs his cock into her pussy, making her moan but keeps rubbing the pretty little hole of her ass.

  Serena claws at the bed as he slides inside, disappearing back into her lust.

  "You will, baby," Dale decides. "You will." He slips his thumb inside.

  Serena's back arches. Her tits start to sway beneath her as Dale begins to fuck. With his thumb in her ass he reaches around, paws at her breast, then pinches her nipple. Hard.

  Serena gasps but doesn't object.

  Now he's using her. Now he's using her the way I imagined he would. The way it played out in my mind. Now he's fucking her as if she's just a toy. There's no worry about making love anymore and that feels strangely safe.

  I step back and press myself against the wall as I watch. How the hell am I going to make dinner after this? I need... I can't just... I can't just sit there and eat with this guy.

  Minutes pass. I don't know how long. All I see is the constant undulating form of Serena's pale body being rutted into by this dark invader into our bedroom.

  Serena screams through orgasm. Then another. Then a third. By the end of it she's just a toy. An exhausted, drooling fuck doll.

  It's only when I see him tense above her that I snap out of my stupor and into the room. I step forward. I can tell he's about to come by the way he's arched over her. I can see his ass flexing more and more and I realize it's all up to me. Serena's not paying attention.

  "Uh... guys. I'm sorry but... " I mutter, holding a hand up.

  Dale scowls at me but Serena comes to her senses. Her back arches as she tries to pull herself off him. "No. Dale. You can't," she whispers. "You can't finish inside."

  Dale raises an eyebrow but seems to understand. He pulls his cock out of her and starts stroking the head.

  Serena, suddenly eager to please again starts to turn around.

  My stomach flips, then flops as I realize she's about to offer him her mouth.

  Dale slapping a hand on her ass brings another strange swell of relief. "Unh-uh," he says, shaking his head. "Next time. I like the view I had."

  Next time.

  The fuck? What? Like he already knows there's going to be a next time?

  Serena obediently spins back around and arches her back, rounding her ass up towards him.

  Dale squeezes it with one hand and strokes himself off with the other. The first rope of hot seed blasts across her ass, reaching all the way up her back.

  Dale pinches the head of his cock. Another shot of hot white love shoots out and onto her ass. He points his cock lower and the third release spurts out, slathering her pussy lips with cum.

  Serena's eyes go wide as she feels the cum dripping down her folds but she doesn't break character this time. She keeps her ass up but she's worried, I can tell.

  Dale finishes off with a few more strokes and a grunt.

  Somehow Serena's expression gives me strength. She is still my wife, after all. I step up. "Hey Dale?"

  Dale pushes his chin up and looks down his nose at me.

  "I think... I think we're going to have to skip dinner this time."

  He pauses. Then nods. "Alright. No problem." He glances at Serena, then looks back at me. "You two probably have some talking to do. I'll show myself out."

  He scoops up the clothes in a pile on the floor and he's gone.

  "Um... are you worried about that?" I ask, looking at her pussy covered in cum.

  "I... it's silly, I know. It's just... because I'm not on anything. You know?"

  I nod, my feverish arousal at seeing another man's cum on her pussy making me feel awkward. "Let me... I can get it off."

  Chapter 6

  Serena

  I'm not actually that worried about the cum on my pussy. I haven't been on birth control in a while because the pill was making me crazy. Anderson sometimes uses condoms but sometimes we just wing it, which is hot for both of us.

  I don't really think that Dale's cum is so potent that it's going to swim up into my pussy either.

  There is something primal that drives me to try and orchestrate the situation as I do. As I pull myself off the bed to present to Anderson I feel another rush of lust.

  I'm asking my husband, the man I'm supposed to be in a monogamous relationship with, to clean another man's seed from my vagina. Just the thought makes me start to drip again.

  At first he heads for the bathroom and I hide my disappointment as best I can. My heart skips a beat when he stops and turns around.

  Without a word he walks back over and sits down on the bed. He stares at the space between my legs for a while.

  I don't say anything either. For one thing I can't get enough of his attention, especially this kind of attention. For another I want to see how far he'll go.

  I want to know how dirty Anderson Archer can be?

  He reaches out and I feel his finger press against my soft flesh.

  I can't resist a gasp when I realize he's opening me. My head snaps back over my shoulder to find him staring straight at me, even as he continues playing with my folds with his fingers. I don't dare ask him what he's doing because I think I know.

  No. I'm sure of it.

  His eyes move back to my pussy and he gazes at what I can only imagine is a glob of Dale's cum. I feel him scoop some of it onto his finger. He looks back at me.

  My eyes are wide and my heart is pounding and I... I just want to feel it. I want to feel him push Dale's cum into pussy. And by the way he's staring at me, I know that's what he wants, too.

  Then he shakes his head.

  My excitement sinks slightly, but I know he's right. If something were to happen it... it wouldn't be fair. Not to anyone.

  Anderson stands up, walks to the bathroom, then comes back with a towel. Dabbing at my lips, he wipes off Dale's deposit then does the same with my ass and back.

  Then, very casually, as if what had just happened hadn't, or maybe as if what we were doing here was perfectly normal, he stands up, takes his clothes off, then climbs up onto the bed.

  But he doesn't climb up on his knees. He doesn't start kissing me seductively or touching me to get me in the mood. He does something he's never done before.

  He stands on the mattress, towering over me, his cock hard, the mus
cles in his chest flexing. Like a primate about to reclaim what's his.

  It's fucking hot. My pussy gets damp and even though I'm sore I don't care because I want to know what Anderson's going to do to take me back.

  As he bends over me I arch my back and push my ass up and out for him.

  Still standing, he presses his cock against my hot lips, then shoves it inside with a grunt. It feels so fucking good to have him back inside me again.

  He starts fucking me hard, so hard the headboard of the bed starts to bang against the wall. I slide back into the pleasure of being owned by my husband.

  There's something more rough, more dominant about him now, too, that is incredibly hot. I feel my pussy start to squeeze around him as another orgasm begins to build inside me.

  I look back. His eyes are wide. His nostrils are flared. He's staring at my back and ass. Our eyes lock. His go wide.

  His cock hardens inside me and I know he's going to come. I open my mouth to say it but then change my mind. I don't care. It's worth the risk. Oh fuck he feels so good. I can't wait to feel him...

  ***

  Anderson

  ...can't wait to fill her up cum. My nuts seize up. I crane my neck up towards the ceiling and shout as I start to cum into her tight, hot cunt.

  I keep fucking her like that. Standing over her and shoving my cock into her, trying to reach the deepest place that Dale discovered.

  She comes with a moan. Her pussy squeezes me over and over, milking the cum from my nuts.

  I fuck her until we both ride out the waves of pleasure crashing over us. As I slow down I rut into her hard, pushing my seed deep into her insides.

  The tendrils of pleasure tickling my back are laced with regret. Maybe I shouldn't have done that? Fuck. What if she gets...

  I pull out and step back but can't resist a glance at her gaping, plundered hole as it closes. A creamy white pool of my own seed swims inside.

  Serena breaks the silence. "Baby? I... it's probably nothing but I should probably try to... you know, get this out?"

  I nod, move to one side and watch her as she clamours off the bed cupping one hand under her pussy as my cum leaks out.

  I guess she's more concerned about the carpet in the bedroom than she is about the carpet downstairs.

  I flop onto my back and put my hands behind my head as I wait for her to come back.

  When she emerges from the bathroom, she bolts across the room and dives under the covers.

  I crawl in after her and she backs into me and cuddles up. I put my arms around my wife. She feels different somehow, or maybe it's just the energy between us. I don't know.

  "Did you have a good time?" she whispers after a few minutes of silence.

  I nod. I'm a little scared to use my voice, worried about how it'll come out. Still, I want to know how she's feeling, too. "Did you?" I say. I sound normal. I don't cry or squawk.

  Serena nods back and whispers "yes."

  And I'm not sure how I feel about that. I feel like there's more space between us but I could just be making it up.

  We lie there in silence for a while longer. It feels like Serena is asleep and her voice startles me.

  "Would you ever do that again?" she asks.

  It's the question that's been rolling around in my mind since we crawled under the covers together. Hearing her ask it sends a jolt through me, though and I wonder about her motives. "Would you?" I ask, dodging the question to give myself more time to think.

  "Only if you wanted me to," Serena says.

  I can't see her face but I can tell by the sound of her voice that she's smiling. I start to wonder what about? Is she already thinking of getting with Dale again? Did fucking him sate whatever desire she had or did it just serve to deepen it?

  A pang of agony grips me as I realize she's going to see him on Monday. I start to play out what's going to happen. Will it be business as usual? Will they act professional, like nothing ever happened? Or are they going to be making time to fuck in the supply closet?

  The notion is preposterous and almost makes me laugh out loud. Thinking of strong, confident Dale, the head of his own company looking over his shoulder and sneaking into the supply closet to fuck my wife is grotesquely amusing.

  No. It wouldn't happen like that. He'd take her on his desk, or the floor, or bent over a chair in his office after telling his secretary they were not to be disturbed.

  Dale. I fixate on him for a while. He was, in hindsight, more or less a gentleman about the whole thing. He could have been a dick. He could have humiliated me. That would have been terrible. That would have... ugh. I would not have liked that.

  "Whatcha' thinking about back there?" Serena purrs. Her voice sounds softer, sleepier and a little more calm.

  "Just, you know, this and that." I don't know why it's hard to tell her the truth. I feel like if I share all this with her it'll just make me more vulnerable. This way I can just keep it inside my shell. For now anyways.

  "You figure out the answer to my question yet?" she asks.

  "About wanting to do it again?"

  "Yeah. That one."

  The answer is on a pendulum and it swings between "yes" and "absolutely not." It was hot, for sure, what happened. At the same time I feel... I feel anxious about it somehow.

  But whatever, right? I just need to give her an answer that's "I don't know." It's not a binding contract. I can always take it back. Besides, thinking about her sleeping with another guy again makes my cock start to harden against her ass.

  I squeeze her closer.

  "Sure."

  Chapter 7

  Serena

  Monday morning can't come soon enough. I spend almost all of Sunday thinking about Dale and the way his cock felt inside me. Anderson seems happy that I'm horny but distant at the same time.

  Just this once, I allow myself not to care. I just want him to fuck me good and hard.

  He fucks me. But not hard enough. It's not that I don't like his cock in me, it still feels good, it's just that I just feel like I need a little more. Just that extra stretch that I felt with Dale.

  We come together and then cuddle after both times but it feels a little... empty, I guess.

  Then he's lost in his head all day which, I have to admit, does start grating on my nerves. It feels like there's something he needs to talk about but doesn't want to.

  I even sit down and give him a few chances hoping he'll open up. But after the third time it's like, this can't be my problem if I don't know what the problem is about.

  I wonder for a while whether he's feeling jealous of what happened or what. But then it just gets tiresome because how long can you keep guessing what the other person's feeling? If he really wanted me to know he'd tell me, right?

  That and the ever-present tug on my mind of the memory of Dale's cock, his thumb in my ass, his lips on mine, make us have an alone kind of day.

  When Monday does come around, I regret not taking the time to try and coax it out of him more but I'm excited about seeing Dale at the same time.

  "Hey," I say as he's about to walk out the door. His suit and tie look a little droopy and his worn briefcase doesn't add to the tired, travelling salesman look. I smile and straighten his tie. "Want to do something fun tonight?"

  "Fun?" Anderson asks. "What kind of fun?"

  I ignore the ember of irritation his tone ignites. He is worried about what happened. Why won't he just say that? Why does he have to mope about it and make me drag it out? "I just thought we could do a movie or something? Or... whatever you want. I feel like we... " I pause to choose my words carefully. He can be such a princess sometimes, if I say the wrong thing. "I feel like there's space between us."

  Surprisingly, this seems to bring him some relief. "Uh... that would be really awesome," he says, sounding a little more genuine than he did yesterday. He opens his mouth, takes a breath and...

  Nothing. A pregnant pause. Then, "I should go."

  "Okay."

  He
turns, unlocks the deadbolt and opens the door.

  I can't help trying one more time. "Anderson?"

  "What's up?" he says, over his shoulder.

  "If there's something you want to talk about maybe we can talk about it tonight?" I make sure to sound hopeful. To let him know it's important for me to know what he's thinking or what's bringing him down.

  He doesn't look back at me as he mutters a "Yeah. Sure."

  Then he's gone.

  He's gone and I'm standing there with the door open watching him drive down the street, resentment starting to seep into my thoughts.

  I push it away with a deep breath, grab my keys and purse and head out to the car.

  My body's filled with nervous excitement as I walk into the office.

  Dale's standing in the corner by his office, poring over a shuffle of papers on his assistant Lorie's desk. He looks up as I walk in and motions for me to come over.

  Even though nobody in the office knows what happened my cheeks still heat up as I walk across the floor. Dale, looking handsome in his suit, was inside me two days ago.

  The thought brings a fresh pulse of adrenaline laced lust that makes my pussy heat and sweat.

  "Good morning, Serena," Dale says, putting on a professional smile.

  "Good morning." Good. It's a good reply. Cool. Confident. No flustered-school girl here. Hopefully Lorie hasn't noticed how red I am.

  "I hope you had a good weekend. Would you mind stepping into my office for a moment?"

  This makes my heart flutter. I can't remember how many times I imagined this exact thing happening the day before but it was a lot.

  What's he asking me? Is he going to take me in there and try to fuck me? Because that would be terrible and wrong and... so fucking hot. I'm not worried that's what's going to happen as much as I'm worried that I won't be able to resist if that's what he asks.

  "Of course," I manage. I walk around him to try and give Lorie as little opportunity to see my face as I can. I'm almost home free when she asks.

  "Serena, is everything alright? You look really flushed!"

  Fuck.