Watching My Hot Wife – 10 Book Bundle Vol 3

by Lainey Fox

  Jane tugged at Richard’s underwear. “To stay strong… and hard?” A hard but small black cock sprung out, pointing cutely at Jane.

  “Yes, but darling!” said Richard. “I help people, right? I take my time out to listen to everybody, take out from it all the general problems a normal human being would face and-“

  “Relax, Rich,” Jane said before delicately licking the crown of his member.

  “You are my lover, aren’t you?” She wrapped her lips around the now glistening head. “And I yours…”

  She grabbed his butt and clenched tight, sucking sensuously on his dick, desperately trying to distract her husband from his troubles. It was fruitless, Richard was too distracted and grabbed Jane to pull her to her feet.

  “Darling, come upstairs with me. I want to show you something,” he called while turning to head upstairs.

  “Now? Like this? You didn’t even grab your pants,” Jane said, holding the article of her husband’s clothing.

  “What does it matter? It’s our own house… come with me.”

  Richard led her to his room upstairs to his office. The large impeccably decorated room contained Rich’s computer, library, and assortment of furniture. Despite being termed an office, it even had a small couch, and a mid-sized bed for Rich to take an afternoon nap.

  The computer monitor glowed a bright white as it displayed Richard’s website: The Art of Bliss. Jane went and irritably dropped onto the bed.

  “What do you need to show me?” she asked in an irritable huff.

  Jane’s own tone startled her and she realized her husband needed her support. She consciously lightened her tone and tried again.

  “Show me baby, what’s bothering you?”

  Richard smiled. “You are a lovely young woman, and I am lucky you are my wife.” He bent over to kiss her on her lips, his cute black dick still dangling down, bereft of even the slightest bit of sexual arousal that might have donned it downstairs by the sofa. “Take a look at this.”

  This was the latest article that Richard uploaded on his site. It was about a book-signing event that Richard would be present at, two days from present day at a local bookstore, and how he had cordially invited all his fans to be present at. Despite just being an invite to an event, it was quite well-written. Jane read through it, nodding in agreement as Richard scrolled down through the comments section. Most of them were praising her husband’s work.

  “Thank you, Mr. Goodman,” one of them read. “Your books are a life-saver. Whenever I am tired of a whole day’s work and decide that this world is a pisshole not worth living in, I turn to your books. They instill in me long-lost values, and an eternal sense of peace and calm.”

  “Mr Goodman, you are one of those authors that understand the human predicament uniquely to the point, and offer solutions that are not only easy to follow, but quite effective as well,” read another.

  Richard kept scrolling down through an array of nearly-countless positive feedback appraising the god-sent angel which he apparently was… until he stopped scrolling at one particular comment.

  “Read this, Jane,” Richard said with a sour look on his face.

  Jane peered attentively at this last comment which seemed to have upset her husband very dearly. It was from a certain Caesar Wiles.

  “Richard. Richard “self help” Goodman. Your style of writing reminds me of the American Idol script. Entertaining, flashy, and pretentious of the highest possible order. And that does not even put it out straight. To talk about the subject you write about, it makes me sorry to hear how half of America’s young blood is getting brainwashed by your repressive and pussy philosophy about a very misplaced sense of self-righteousness that you think descended down from the heavens straight at ya’. Do us all a favor and stop writing!”

  “Woah,” gasped Jane. “Somebody’s clearly pissed.”

  “And see the number of likes? More than any other comment! People actually despise me.”

  Rich let his left palm rub carelessly on his dark bald head. Jane took his arm into hers.

  “Come here darling,” she begged as she made him rise from his purple cushioned working chair.

  She lead him quickly to the bed, before her husband could let any other petty internet remark ruin his any further. Jane felt like she would have to do a lot more to get Richard’s mind off that day’s shenanigans. She proceeded to undress herself.

  Lifting her silken dress up her thighs, Jane revealed her healthy and plump ebony legs which were thinly veiled behind sheer black stockings to her upper thigh. She lifted It further, to reveal her striped G-string that served to barely hide her sex.

  Richard sat transfixed on the bed. A feeling of empowerment ran down his spine as his wife arched back on the bed, supporting herself with her hands, bringing her barely clothed pussy close to his chest.

  “Show me you are my lover” said Jane as she wrapped her voluptuous legs around him.

  She pushed herself forward, rubbing her pussy up and down Richard’s chest.

  “Mmm” Rich mumbled, finally feeling like his sour mood was lifting. “C’mere, m’lady,” he said while helping Jane unzip her dress from her back.

  Once free from her dress, Jane took the light cloth and threw it over shoulder so it landed on her husband’s keyboard. She was finally happy to see her husband become aroused just by staring at her. At roughly above 6 feet in height, she was a powerful black woman with proper curves in just the right places.

  An intimidating, yet classy and beautiful face were punctuated with a pair of soul-touching eyes. Her sumptuous lips were donned with a faint reddish matte lipstick and begged to be kissed. She had a honed neckline, that flowed down to slender shoulders and a round bust.

  Jane’s chest fit her figure. Richard enjoyed how big soft and supple they were. The two orbs were encased in a silken black velvet bra that hung comfortably around them. Jane had a affinity for black lingerie and she wore it well. Moving down to her toned lower torso, Richard couldn’t help feeling how lucky he was. He forgot all about Caesar Wiles as he pounced on his wife and pinning her to the bed. He kissed her hard on her lips and Jane pulled him closer with her legs that were still wrapped around him.

  Feeling her tender body crushed beneath his weight, a new sense of machismo enthralled Richard Goodman. He kissed down to her neck, and then on her breasts. He expertly unclipped her bra while buried his face in her cleavage. Richard quickly slipped the black fabric away from Jane’s chest and nibbled at the newly revealed buds sitting hard at the apex of each breast.

  Rich didn’t spend long at his wife’s needy nipples. Instead he moved down to her waist, leaving a trail of kissed as he grew closer to her G-string. Richard grinned at the thin fabric and took the spindly fabric between his teeth to remove them.

  “Mmmmm,” moaned Jane. “Go down on me, birthday boy.”

  She spread her legs wide and Richard smiled at his wife’s smooth and glistening pussy. Jane used her fingers to reveal her dark pink clitoris, which was begging for attention.

  “Fuck Caesar Wiles,” Richard said to himself as he went down on his wife, smelling everything about her, taking it in, gently licking Jane’s clit while clutching her ass tight.

  Jane gasped, finding her husband’s sudden hunger for her surprising.

  “Go on baby… mm… that’s more like it… “ she encouraged.

  Richard dipped two fingers deep inside her pussy, which elicited a moan from the writhing Jane. In return Jane wrapped her legs around her husbands head as Richard did what he did best.

  Richard kept at it, and while Jane enjoyed Richard’s efforts, he could never quite make him come. Never the less, she appreciated his efforts and decided to reward him for his efforts. Jane placed a hand on her husband’s cheek and guided him from her sex up to her smiling face. She kissed him hard on the lips; tasting her own juices upon them. Richard could see the lust in Jane’s eyes and smiled as she threw him on the bed, placing his back against the wall.

>   Richard was panting and obviously sweating from the effort of trying to pleasure his gorgeous wife for close to fifteen minutes straight. His struggle to catch is breath was interrupted when Jane slid swiftly down to his dick and put his whole length into her mouth. She sucked rapturously on it, stroking whatever inch of flesh was not between her lips as her head bobbed in Richard’s lap.

  Despite being as hard as he had ever been, Richard’s paltry length still fit easily within his wife’s mouth. She was happy to please him, yet felt wanting at his length. Regardless, Jane let that thought immediately slide away as she looked up at his face. Her lover’s eyes were closed as if deep in thought… or trying very very hard to hold something in.

  Jane smirked. Still looking at his face, she cupped her left palm around his cock and vigorously started jerking it. She knew he was on edge and would explode at any moment.

  “Oh stop it, please. I’m gonna cum…”

  “Oh no you’re not; at least not yet. I’m not done with you.”

  Jane released her husband from her grasp and pulled her lips away. Richard’s cock twitched and Jane watched expectantly for a moment to be sure she hadn’t held on for just a moment too long. There was no explosion of cum, and Jane smirked. Perfectly timed, as always.

  Richard’s cock was dripping wet with her wife’s saliva now. Jane licked her lips before returning to her husband. She started kissing his balls, then his dick, then the lower part of his bellybutton. Slowly but surely she rose up his torso, kissing every square inch of skin that touched her lips. She quickly reached his nipples and took them between her lips one at a time. Finally she moved up to his face, grabbed his head by the back of his neck and thrusted her tongue into his mouth.

  By this point, Richard had wholeheartedly and consentingly been subdued by his wife.

  He laid back, half-unconscious, against the bedstead; grabbing Jane gently by her butt. Feeling a slight sense of victory and unexplainable satisfaction, Jane leaned closer against him, pressing her tits against his chest. Richard felt fully her aroused penetrating nipples against him as he looked up at the ceiling and felt the mild chill of the air-conditioner amidst all the sweat. He also couldn’t help but notice the perfume her wife wore. It was… organic to say the least. Mildly suffocating, yet insanely addictive.

  “You..y-you…are not going to ever lea..leave me, are you?” Richy panted, as her wife used him as if he were a tool, forcing him against the bed, pounding herself against him without mercy.

  “What?...NO Richard!” she answered absent-mindedly as grabbing his hands and directed them to her breasts.

  “Pinch em Richy…pinch em hard, Rich… HARD” said she, gasping for breath.

  Richard did as he was commanded and pinched and twisted his wife’s sensitive buds. She swung her head back vigorously, revealing her full neck, and elongated torso. Looking up at her, Richard’s only thought was that she looked like a goddess.

  While thoroughly enjoying Jane ravishing herself on him, On the inside, deep inside his mind, Richard felt overwhelmed and afraid of her wife’s sexual appetite. He always knew Jane was a mature and fiery woman and ever since three years back, he’d felt his own appetite significantly reduce. Almost immediately, Richard felt afraid… of what… he did not know. Was it losing his wife? Was it the threat to his career? Suddenly, the comments of Caesar Wiles returned to Richard’s mind. Shuddering at the thought, Richard moved his face away.

  And the moment that he did so, he saw his wife once again; though this time it was as if he was watching from a distance. Jane was passionately gorging at Richard’s body, eyes shut all the while. Richard beheld with rapt observation how beautiful and sexy she was, and how droll and uninteresting he seemed to be. He seemed nothing but an object for Jane to try and use to obtain whatever small pleasures she could from his less than ideal self.

  “Richy? Babe?”

  Richard found his wife still, no longer gyrating on him and staring lovingly into his eyes.

  “Say, what happens if that Wilkes guy shows up at the conference the next day?” Richard blurted out.

  “You’re still thinking about that, hon?” Jane sounded surprised. “Let me take your mind off of it.”

  Jane grabbed her husband’s cock with her left palm and rubbed it between her pussy lips. Richard felt that tingling down his spine yet again.

  “Fuck me, Richard,” she commanded as she pushed his length into her pussy.

  Richard felt it. Warm and moist and inviting…. Wet… much too wet. Grabbing him by his two shoulders, Jane started riding it slowly at first, and then vigorously.

  “Ah…Richard…yes…Richard….fuck me!!” Jane again laid back and fucked Richard as if he were a sex toy. The bed started to shake. Richard looked up and closed his eyes…

  “This is too damn much for me…” he thought to himself.

  And then he looked at his wife again. Jane was leaning back… rising and falling at an above- medium pace on his cock, her head bobbing naturally to the motion. Her rich brown mane of hair carelessly flowing from this side to that and her boobs jiggling up and down; hypnotically.

  “This woman deserves so much more than me,” he thought.

  “I’m gonna cum!” Richard suddenly blurted out, the feeling of ecstasy suddenly racing through his loins.

  “WHAT? NO-“ Jane protested.

  But it was too late. Richard’s small cock twitched and spasmed as his body began it’s release.

  “Oooooh!” He exclaimed as his slick white fluid filled his wife.

  Jane grimaced as she pulled away from her husband and staggered to the other side of the bed. She gazed at her husband in stark disbelief and almost anger. Once, just once she wanted to cum while fucking Richard. But once again he disappointed her. However she was use to Richard’s inability to sustain himself and Jane quickly calmed down, donning a quick smile before he could spot any of her disappointment.

  “I hope you enjoyed that, birthday boy” she said seductively, moving closer to kiss Richard on his forehead.

  He didn’t reply.

  “You take your time, get some rest, and clean up, a-ight? I’ll take the shower in our bedroom,” smiled Jane happily as she kissed him again, and swiftly exit the room.

  Richard opened his eyes almost immediately after, and looked around the room. She had indeed left. Richard sighed. He felt utterly spent. As the air-conditioner chilled his sweaty body yet once again, a strange shade of sadness and desperation crept to him. Rising from the bed, Richard went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. He looked at himself in the mirror.

  “That was shameful,” he thought to himself. “I cannot keep up with her. That’s a fact.”

  Richard looked at himself in the mirror. Of course he was no prince charming, but he was tall and dark. Girls liked that about him. It was something about his face, though.

  “Maybe I just lack confidence,” he continued judging himself. “Or maybe I am just too darn old.”

  Getting out from the shower, Richard dropped yet again on to his bed, rubbing himself with a white towel. Closing his eyes, he thought about his naked wife, arousing yet another erection. Lying back against a pillow, Richard stroked his length as he closed his eyes and thought of all his wife’s physical features in detail. He thought back to what was less than an hour ago and how queenly she appeared on top of him.

  He came instantly.

  Again, a sense of sadness came to him. Lying for a while on his bed, Richard finally got up to look at the computer screen which was still glowing brightly. Again, he carefully read every word of Caesar Wiles’s comment. He sighed to himself, shook his head, and turned the computer off.

  Chapter 2

  Dinner was great that night. Jane had cooked for Richard personally and prepared his favorite: spaghetti with white sauce and chicken-drumsticks, followed by his wife’s very own chocolate special pancake.

  They didn’t talk much at the dinner table, but Jane treated him well. Not only did she smile all
the while, but also made Richy feel like a real birthday kid. Richard could not help but feel incredibly grateful towards his wife.

  “If only I could give her back even half of what she gives to me,” he chided himself.

  After dinner, Jane excused herself from the table and said she needed to use the washroom upstairs. Back on the sofa close to the dining room, Richard poured for himself a glass of red wine, and sat sipping at it, looking outside on the beautiful lonely deserted streets in the waning light.

  “Jane should see this before the sun slips away,” he thought to himself, and poured another glass of red wine for her.

  He planned to personally take it up to their room upstairs and ask Jane if she wanted to come down before the sun set. Shuffling slowly up the stairs, Richard found the door to their bedroom open. Perceiving that his wife was still in the washroom, Richard crept into their room, and put the two glasses of red wine on the table next to the master-bed. The bright lights from the bathroom washed onto their king sized bed.