by Jason Lenov
The Summer House
A Wife Watching Tale
Jason Lenov
Copyright 2016 Jason Lenov
Thirteenth Line Publications
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Other Hotwife Books by Jason Lenov
Just Between Us
Watching Her Work
Hotwife Hotel
A Week at the Beach
The Village Wife
Yes
Dear Diary
Foreign Affairs
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 1
Toes. I tried to keep my damn eyes on the road but those toes just kept pulling them back. She was sitting the way she always did in the car, curled up with her feet pressed against the dashboard. Every time I glanced over my eyes would stray a little further. First up to her slender ankles. Then up to the gentle curve of her firm calves. Then up to her soft, creamy white thighs that disappeared into tight, torn shorts. My mind wandered further, up into the downy softness of the patch of hair covered, no doubt, by nothing more than a tiny, pink thong.
"Shouldn't you be watching the road?" The soft Slavic lilt in her voice coupled with her smile made everything she said sound like a song.
"I am," I replied, stealing a glance at her.
Her smile widened. "No you're not. You're looking at my feet again." She wiggled her toes a little and the motion caught my eye.
"So? You've got nice feet is all."
I felt her lean towards me then felt the warm brush of her breath on my ear. It made me shudder and made my cock move in my jeans.
"Maybe if you tell me about this big secret you can have some fun with my toes?" she sang.
It almost broke my resolve. I could have pulled over right there and told her where we were going and I knew she'd make good on her promise. She always did. She was the best kind of wife. I steeled myself and cleared my throat.
"Unh-uh."
She pushed her lip out in a pout. "Okay," she sighed. She wiggled her toes again, then took them off the dash and pushed them into her sandals. "Eyes on the road."
It was going to be worth it. She was going to love it. She'd talked about getting a summer house since the day we'd met and she had no idea that was the surprise.
I was going to make my Valerya happy again. I was going make Val mine again.
I slowed as we came to a tiny path that veered off the road and led into the sparse forest of birch. The canopy filtered the sun, making the ground dance with light.
"Close your eyes."
"Are we there?"
"Almost."
"Oh Robbie, what is it?!?" she squealed.
"Just close your eyes. It's a surprise, remember?"
She pressed her hands against her eyes.
Chapter 2
"Whaddya mean she's gonna cheat on you?"
Cheat.
Just hearing him say the word made me shudder.
"I didn't say that. I said it sounded like she might, if she had the chance."
"Hold on a second," I heard Dan muffle the receiver with his hand. "Janey will you get those kids to stop screaming! I can't hear myself think over here!" Unmuffled. "Okay. I'm back. Now start over. What's going on?"
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Dan always knew what to do. He'd show me the way out of this if anyone could.
"Look nothing happened yet, alright? I just overheard her on the phone."
"Yeah. Okay. What'd she say?"
"That she was bored."
"Of you?"
"No..."
"Then what?"
"Well, let me finish."
"Then finish! Christ it's like taking candy from a baby with you!"
I paused for a moment. "Dan, I don't think that's...never mind."
"So talk then!" he shouted.
"Okay. Alright. She was on the phone with her friend and I was just getting a drink and I overheard her saying we barely ever had sex anymore. That I was always playing that video game."
"Well? I told you to cut that shit out. You're a married man now. You've gotta have your priorities lined up. Then what?"
"Then...then she started laughing and said she could 'never do anything like that.'"
"Like what?"
"I was getting to th..."
"Oh for fucks sake, I don't have time for this shit. Talk!"
"Okay, okay! She said she could 'never do anything like that' but that if the chance came up she didn't know if she could stop herself."
Silence on the other end.
"Dan? You there?"
"I'm here," came his quiet reply.
"Well? What do you think?"
"I think you've been a dumbshit like I told you not to be!" he roared.
"Dumb shit? Why?"
"Look little brother, you got yourself a doll but you never take her out of the damn box! I told you that, remember? At your wedding? A girl like that you gotta take her out, married or not. She's not some chick you just fuck whenever you want. She's classy. She's like a a vintage car. She needs some fuckin' love!"
My brother wasn't school smart but he knew about girls. I was always kind of dumb about that.
"So? What do I do?"
"What do you do? Duh...what do I do? What do I do?" he mocked. "You hang up the fuckin' phone, you go out and get some flowers and tell her your takin' her out for dinner tonight. Then you bring her home and you fuck her the way she needs to be fucked. You get it?"
"I get it but..."
"But what? What's the problem?"
"Nothing. It's...nothing."
"What? Work?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"I was supposed to do a raid tonight..."
"Raid? What? Robbie what the fuck?!? Are you talkin' about that fuckin' game again? Fer fucks sake, stop that shit! This is your wife! Get your fuckin' house in order man!"
I sighed. He was right. I had to get my house in order.
"Okay bro. Thanks."
"Don't worry about it. You guys still comin' over this weekend? I opened the pool. The kids love it. We can get drunk."
"Yeah. For sure."
"Okay good. And Robbie?"
"Yeah?"
"You find somethin' she likes doin'. Somethin' expensive. Somethin'...nice. And then you fuckin' take her to do that thing, you get it?"
"I got it."
"Okay. Good. See you Saturday."
So that's what I did. I went out and bought flowers, probably for the first time since I'd married her three years earlier, I bought flowers and brought them home. I was never t
hat good at this shit but my brother was right. This was my wife. This was my life. I could never imagine her cheating but hearing her say that had shaken me to the core. I knew I had to act.
She loved it. She loved the surprise. Her eyes lit up like I hadn't seen them light up in years. She giggled and bounced and when I told her I was taking her out to dinner she squealed and ran up the stairs to get dressed.
It felt good. Really good. It felt good knowing I could still do that to her and I had no idea why I hadn't been doing it this whole time.
I went all out. There was this French place that had just opened up. They served flowers on their salad. It was just the kind of thing Val loved. She giggled and cooed through dinner and kept saying what a nice surprise this way. She flirted with me and whispered things I hadn't heard her whisper in years and told me what I could do to her when we got home. Then, when we got home, she actually let me do all that stuff.
It started with a long, loving blowjob. She sat me down on the bed and got on her knees. She kept her clothes on, the tight red dress she'd worn and the black heels with the thin straps. I was hard from just looking at her by the time she took my cock out.
She ran her tongue up and down, staring into my eyes. We hadn't made love like this in a while and I felt myself getting a little too excited.
"Lie back, Robbie," she whispered, pressing me against the bed. "When is last time we had sex?"
I felt kind of embarrassed that I couldn't answer. She just smiled.
"I can't remember either. We have to do it twice." She winked and then slid me into her mouth, her hand cupping my balls as I groaned at the rush of pleasure that shot up from my groin.
She sucked me hard, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled on my rigid cock. I felt my cum moving into my cock.
"Oh baby," I whispered, "take it easy. You're gonna make me..."
"Shh..." she said as she popped off. "We're doing twice, remember?"
Well I didn't know about that. I'd never managed that.
She had a big smile on her face as she circled just a finger and a thumb around me and started stroking me all the way up and down. I watched my cock throb at her touch.
"Come on Robbie," she said in an urgent whisper. "Let me see you come."
I groaned as my cock flexed.
She bit her lip and smiled. She started stroking me harder, like she wanted to milk every last drop out of my aching cock. I felt the first pulse of pleasure, then...
"Oh fuck!" I cried out as I watched myself erupt, long ropes of hot white cum spewing from the purple head of my cock.
She grinned, fucking me with her hand as I spouted load after load all over my belly where she'd pushed back my shirt. Finally, I couldn't take any more and I had to push her hand away.
"Oh baby, sorry..." I muttered.
"Mmmm," she purred, getting up. "It's okay. I like that." She was still smiling as she hiked up her dress revealing the tiny, pink thong covering her pussy. She mounted me on the bed and began to crawl up. "I loved my surprise."
I don't think I've ever seen her like that. So horny and ready. I felt kind of bad because I usually just couldn't get it up again after I'd come but she looked so sexy that I could already feel my cock coming back to life.
She crawled up past my chest and pinned my arms down with her knees. She pushed her lower lip out in a pout and asked, "Lick my pussy, baby?"
She didn't have to ask twice. I opened my mouth and she lowered herself onto me, pulling her thong to one side. My cock jumped as her silky wetness touched my lips. She moaned as I pushed my tongue inside. She was hot and even wetter there and I started lapping at her, her liquid running into my mouth.
"Oh fuck Robbie, yes!" she groaned, grinding herself against my face. I swept up her slit and found her engorged nub. It was hot and hard and I started spinning circles around it with my tongue.
She grabbed me by the hair, mashing me up against her pussy and making it hard to breathe but I was so turned on by this wild Valerya that I didn't care. Even when my tongue started getting sore and my jaw, I didn't care. My cock was stiff again as she rode my face straight into a wall of climax. She came with a scream, her pussy pulsing above me, pouring more juice down my neck.
I thought that might have been the end of it but instead she scrambled off of me and started tearing at my shirt and pants. Pretty soon we were naked and I had her on her back.
I don't know what got into me but even though I'd just come the only thing I could think of doing was pressing my stiffness into her and driving it deep inside.
"Fuck Robbie, yes! Fuck my pussy!" she shrieked as I started pounding into her soft flesh.
My eyes raked down and up her body. She'd pulled her dress completely off and her tits were bouncing from my thrusts. She looked up at me looking at her.
"Oh fuck Robbie, yes!" she groaned again. Then, slowly, lasciviously, she pushed her middle finger into her mouth and sucked.
I hardened at what she'd done and felt a fresh wave of lust course through me. She must have noticed my cock throbbing inside her because her eyes opened wide and she sort of half-smiled.
"Yeah? You like that, baby?" she purred, then pushed her finger deep into her mouth again. She pulled it out slowly and I stared at its shiny slickness as it slid along her lips.
I grunted and rammed myself against her harder. It made her moan but she sucked her finger back into her mouth. Then it was out again and she was reaching up, touching my lips with it. I opened my mouth and sucked it in greedily, making her moan again.
I felt another orgasm welling inside me just as I felt the first clench of her pussy around my cock.
She pulled her finger out then pushed it back in and I sucked it, searched for it with my tongue until the feeling overwhelmed me and I felt a second searing pulse of heat race through me as my cock exploded with more cum.
"Fuck!" she screamed as our sweaty bodies ground against each other on the bed. I felt her pussy tighten and release, tighten and release, as her body milked me for cum. I fucked us both through a thundering orgasm until we both had nothing left. I collapsed onto the bed beside her in a sweaty, panting heap.
"Holy fuck," I gasped between breaths, "that was amazing!"
She rolled over and curled up against me, laying a hand across my chest. When I looked at her she was smiling wide.
We hadn't fucked like that in years, if ever. If dinner was all it took to get her engine that revved up, what would happen if I got her something she really wanted?
That's when I decided we were renting a summer house.
Chapter 3
Her lithe body broke into a gentle jog as she ran towards the house. Her pert, round breasts swung side to side from her petite frame. She spun around, grinning. She pressed her hands to her mouth and squealed.
I'd obviously nailed it. The summer house had been a good bet.
The place looked like it should have been in Russia, or at least somewhere east of Warsaw. A red steel roof. Wooden siding painted bright green. Gables that looked like crowns and thin lace curtains inside the windows. The house sat in a clearing in the middle of a sparse forest of birch trees.
"So you like it then?" I asked, stepping out of the car.
"Like it? Robbie I love it!" She squealed, jumping up and down. "It looks just like Didi's dacha!"
I smiled. That had been the whole point. She talked about that place all the time, how much she missed it. I'd spent a hell of lot of time tracking this place down but her smile was worth it.
"Good."
She spun around and launched herself at me, throwing her arms around my neck. I lifted her up and kissed her gently on the lips. As soon as I set her back down she had turned and was running towards the house. She bounded up the three steps onto the porch and turned the knob on the door. It was locked.
"Robbie?" she asked, turning around and pouting, for real this time.
"Is it locked?" I frowned. "The guy said he'd have it open by eleven." I looked at my watc
h. It was one.
Somewhere in the distance the faint sound of an engine revving came to life. We both stopped and listened. The sound got closer and closer, cutting through the sound of the wind in the trees like a chainsaw until the four wheeler came into view from behind the house. Then it was gone. The engine killed before it stopped rolling and the tall, blonde stranger jumping off and jogging towards me.
Tall, blonde and even I would say he was handsome. He flashed me a dazzling, white smile. As he reached out his hand for a shake, I saw his triceps flex under his tight, white shirt.
"You like it?" he asked as I took his hand.
I tried not to wince as his vice grip closed around my palm. His handshake reminded me of my brothers, a construction worker who didn't know his strength.
"She loves it," I managed without a grunt.
He let go and turned his attention to Valerya who was smiling on the porch.
"It's perfect," she said. The strangest sensation gripped me as I turned to see her fluttering eyelashes. They were the eyes of a woman enjoying the attention of a man that was looking at her. This man. Not me.
"Awesome," he replied and it was only then that I heard the same sing-song lilt in his voice that Valerya had. "I'm Viktor, by the way. Viktor with a K."
"Robert, but friends call me Rob. This is my wife Valerya."
His grin widened as he turned to her and he stepped up to the porch, reaching out to shake her hand. Except he didn't shake it. As soon as her delicate palm was in his meaty paw, he turned it, palm facing down, bent over and kissed the air just above it.
Valerya only giggled.
"Ukrainka?" he asked.
She giggled again. "Tak."
His lips cracked into an even wider grin at his cleverness. He started speaking Ukrainian but it was to fast for me to pick up anything but the occasional "tak" amid the slur of double consonants and lilting vowels.
I watched her laugh, blush, cover her mouth.