by Lainey Fox
Meanwhile, Jane was incredibly turned on at the sudden turn of events. This mature married woman was now submissively held in Caesar Wile’s arms, as he bent her over. His posture was making her arch back, while he arched toweringly over her, running his right arm down her neckline, as his left arm supported her back. He gazed knowingly and purposefully at the blissful form before him, Caesar paused at her full ebony breasts, smacking his lips wildly at her cleavage.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered, as if to himself.
“You think so, Caesar?” Jane whispered back, in a drunken state of blissful stupor.
“Yes. You, m’lady, are a queen that needs to be treated well,” he declared.
This brought memories of her husband back to Jane, as she immediately remembered him and recovered herself. She looked frantically around, trying to see if Richard had caught her in such a compromising position.
“Oh, he’s not around…not yet,” said Caesar.
Jane’s fears were temporarily allayed until she felt a hand lifting her dress up and then cupping her ass.
“Caesar!” she called out. “There are people around!”
Jane worriedly glanced around, again looking for her husband and feeling self-conscious.
“Damn, woman!” said Caesar, as if irritated. “Focus on me,” he commanded as he grabbed her head, turned it towards him, and kissed her hard on her lips.
It was a kiss Jane suddenly wished would go on forever. It was wrong, but it was magical. Even though it was just a kiss, she felt swept off her feet, as if she was literally being taken by a man. It was a feeling she had not experience in a long time, at least not since she had become Mrs. Goodman.
Biting her lower lip, Caesar grabbed her butt again, clenching it tight, bringing himself dangerously closer to Jane this time, so that she clearly felt his erection. Jane sighed, it was a threatening, but exciting experience nonetheless.
“Come,” said Caesar almost immediately while stopping whatever magical handiwork he was doing.
He led her through the orchard to one of those deserted shaded corners where quite a number of couples were making out by now.
“Excuse me for a minute,” said Richard as he finally spotted his wife taking off into the woods with Caesar Wiles.
Rushing outside the store, he looked desperately around, but they were seemingly gone. Richard clenched his fists, and looked back at the huge line of people in front of his table, all of them gazing expectantly for him to return and do his duty. Richard thought for a moment, unsure if he should go after his wife or return to his fans. Something about it all made him return to his table, despite knowing full well what the two were up to. It was an unexplainable feeling a feeling of… satisfaction that he could not explain. It made no sense to his mind, but somehow his heart accepted it, and would he dare say, even felt “relieved” by it. He decided to go look for them once he was done signing all his books.
Chapter 3
Caesar pushed Jane against a tree, the sun high above their heads now, but not casting an oppressive presence with its rays. The corner Caesar had found was filled with trees that gave all and sundry in that place a soothing and comforting shade.
Bending down to his knees, Caesar examined Jane and smacked his lips again. Her smooth dark legs disappeared up into her closely held dress. He looked up at her face and found Jane’s cheeks flush and her eyes shut.
Running his palms up her ebony legs, Caesar lifted up her dress to her waist and was impressed by the very sight of expensive lingerie that she wore. Arching his mouth close between her legs, Caesar licked the silken texture of her panties. Jane cooed at the touch. Caesar then slid his palms up her ass below the lingerie, feeling her bare tender skin react with goosebumps to his touch.
“Oh Caesar…” Jane moaned, as he quickly slid the lingerie down.
Still standing, Jane spread her legs. Caesar smelled her pussy, and felt it with two fingers.
“Wet already,” he giggled to himself.
With his right thumb, Caesar touched her clitoris, gently massaging it first before slowly applying more pressure. Jane moaned again incomprehensibly, both her arms clutching her hair as if attempting to resist his advances. Shifting down from her clit, without a word, Caesar swiftly pushed his index finger up into her pussy.
“Aaaah!” squealed Jane, as the finger entered her warm, moist vagina.
“Like it, babe?” Caesar finally looked up at the awkwardly standing black beauty before him.
Jane seemed too occupied to reply; which only emboldened Caesar further. He put another finger into her pussy, two fingers this time, the girth of it closely fitting into her inviting vagina… twirling this way and that, as Jane squirmed, standing, as if unable to hold her ground.
Caesar quickly increased his speed, fucking her hard with his dexterous digits. Jane’s only response was to spread her legs wider.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum!” said she and almost immediately after tainted the soil beneath her with her orgasm, dripping fluid drop by drop as Caesar put his fingers even deeper inside than before.
“Let me taste that,” said Caesar, after he decided that this ebony cougar was wet enough.
Bringing his mouth closer to her pussy, he slid his fingers out swiftly and forced his lips onto her labia, sucking in her orgasm. He clutched her tightly by her ass, while she was still standing, unable to comprehend how enormously this day had changed its course. She wrapped her legs around Caesar’s head, one at a time, leaning comfortably against the tree.
Of all the things that Jane failed to notice in her ecstasy, she couldn’t but miss one simple fact. How flexible Caesar’s body was… and how large his arms were… which by now slithered decidedly up to her breasts, and nearly tore her dress down. Her shapely breasts now bulging out with the bra strap on. Caesar grabbed on to her boobs tight and grabbing them by the upper end, expertly pulled them above her bra, without doing any damage whatsoever to her dress, or her lingerie.
Her nipples were hard, and standing erect at all the sexual stimulation, which Caesar noticed almost instantly, and rose up from his position. He pressed against her nipples with his right arm, while kissing her gently on her lips. While their lips met, Caesar never stopped rubbing her wet orgasmic pussy with his left.
“This man is an EXPERT,” Jane silently squealed to her self.
After reassuring to himself that her nipples were hard enough, Caesar adjusted his height to grab both of them with his palms this time. After a few moments of twisting, pulling and torturing the hard buds, Caesar leaned in to vehemently suckle upon them.
After what seemed like nearly an hour to Jane, Caesar backed off. Smirking at her and still smacking his lips, he unzipped his dark denims. However, Jane was not yet satisfied. She pounced on him like a hungry lioness at this, making him fall back on the grass, while she unzipped his pants herself. Pulling his trousers down, she couldn’t help but notice a huge protrusion from his underwear. No, this wasn’t anything even resembling her husband’s closely she thought. This…was huge. Pulling down Caesar’s underwear, Jane lustfully smacked her lips this time herself at probably the biggest dick she had seen since her high school years.
Like a deprived succubus, she rapturously engulfed it with her lips.
Chapter 4
With a sigh and a flourish, Richard finished with signing the last of his books. A bunch of happy patrons all wished him well and were discussing to themselves how Mr. Goodman indeed was a “good man”. Richard smiled affectionately at them. Closing his pen, he sighed, and waiting for a few more minutes for any other patron. Once he was alone at the booth, Richard ventured outside, intent on locating his wife.
Outside, the sun was high up in the sky, but as Richard quickly trod down the way he had earlier seen Jane and Caesar take off in, its glare seemed a lot less oppressive. Once he reached the shaded grove he noted the fine ambience. With the countless tall trees growing infinitely around, the rays of sun were scarce, subtle, and golden, makin
g the whole place seem only richer as if a wonderland as in complete contrast to the honking of vehicles he heard far off in the main city.
Walking only a little more, Richard came upon an alcove of three or more long-growing trees which could have easily offered shelter to at least five people. This was easily the best spot in the whole damn orchard! And sure enough, he heard his wife’s audible moaning from a distance.
“FUCK ME YES! YES! CAESAR! FUCKIN YES!” Jane shamelessly squealed aloud.
Careful of his step, Richard tip-toed toward this commotion, and soon heard more than just Jane’s voice. It was the sound of wet flesh pounding together, the sound of a woman being ravaged, the sound of sex.
Richard peered from a few tree branches over at the private corner at the Southern end of the orchard. He found what he expected. Outside in the orchard, where anyone could come upon them was Caesar Wiles; Caesar Wiles fucking his wife.
Richard found himself in a position he never imagined possible. If someone had asked him yesterday how he would feel if his wife cheated Richard was sure he would of replied “with anger and outrage.” Yet here he was, watching Caesar take his beloved Jane and outrage was the farthest thing from his mind. Richard realized that with the admiration he had for Jane, and with the pedestal he always used to put her on while having sex, it was always her fucking him, and never the opposite. He could not please her. Caesar could, and seeing his wife squeal with such glee was having an arousing effect upon Richard.
Jane was hobbling on her knees aimlessly on the floor, trying to find some balance amidst it all, while Caesar pumped on with much gutso, grabbing her and pulling her by her hair strands, caressing her shoulders. He was driving her from behind, pulling her back to him, and shamelessly grabbing on to her sweaty and aroused breasts. Jane seemed to be in a trance, lost in the pleasures Caesar was able to grant upon her.
“Like she deserves,” thought Rich to himself.
He looked down at his pants and sure enough, there was his little lame boner. God knows what he would have done if he stayed on watching his wife fucking out of wedlock, but just at that time, his cell-phone rang. Richard silenced the ringing as quickly as he could before looking in terror back to Caesar and his wife. However they were lost in their own passions and did not hear the sudden outburst from the phone.
“Mr. Goodman, you have some other patrons. We’ve been looking all over for you. Do you think you can come down to the store as soon as you can?”
“Yes. I’ll be there. Shortly,” Richard managed to squeak.
After taking one last look at the pair in the woods, Richard turned around and left.
Chapter 5
It was well past four p.m. when Richard bade farewell to his last literary admirer. Outside, the twilight cast a beautiful pinkish yellow glow on the orchard, where only a few guests remained to marvel at the scenic beauty of the orchard. He found Jane reading a book by the riverside close to the store, and she turned to smile at her husband as he approached her
“All done for the day?” she asked coyly, clearly in a good mood.
“Yeah,” said Richard, smiling at her. “Did you have a good day?”
“A marvelous one, in fact.”
Jane rose up to hug him tightly. Richard felt peaceful as he hugged her back, playing with her hair as he held her close to his chest.
“Thank you for bringing me here today, Richard,” Jane complimented him gratefully.
“Come, let’s go home,” said the husband to the wife as he led her by the hand to their car.
They were parked a few dozen feet away, right outside the orchard. Walking past some healthy willow trees, Richard saw Caesar Wiles leaning back against a trunk, looking spent, yet visibly upbeat, smoking a cigarette.
“So your husband signed them books for all his patrons today?” Caesar asked Jane as she tied her loose hair into a bun again.
Richard laughed and answered for her. “Oh yes! That I did.”
Reaching their car, Jane smiled and asked her husband: “And your day? Was it a good one?”
Richard seemed distracted for a minute, hesitating before opening the car door.
“Richard?” asked Jane concernedly this time. “Are you ok?”
Richard turned to look at her. She looked beautiful still, the setting sun casting a subtle spotlight on his wife.
“Yes my darling, it was a revealing day for me,” He shrugged “…and a great one at that.”
Jane smiled.
“Good, let’s go home.”
“Yes, let’s,” agreed her man.
Watching My Hot Wife –
My Rival, Her Lover 3
Book 3 of Watching my Hot Wife – My Rival, Her Lover
By Lainey Fox
Copyright © 2016 by Lainey Fox
& Scarlet Lantern Publishing
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.
All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
Chapter 1
Richard Goodman considered mornings to be a time for contemplation, and introspection; and was trying to focus on that. The problem was that it was not just any other morning, but a bright Sunday morning… and the morning after he had watched his wife Jane fuck his rival, Caesar Wiles. The book-signing event him and his wife Jane attended to last Thursday had given Richard much to think about.
And think he did for a whole two days, the result of which was that Richard was feeling unconventionally refreshing that particular morning. Putting on his morning gown after a shower, he turned to look at his wife lying peacefully on the bed. She was a vision of beauty amidst white velveteen sheets of a dream-like wonderland. Yawning, he grabbed his cell-phone and quietly stepped downstairs, treading very carefully, so as not to cause any commotion that would wake Jane up.
Shuffling past their drawing room, Richard went to one of the huge windows and deftly removed the curtains. Immediately he put his hand over his eyes, shielding them from the intense sun. Half-shutting the curtains, he looked at the streets outside through the perfectly invisible window-glass. Though not densely packed, many people were up and already working, or getting ready for work.
“A mighty pleasant day it is,” said Richard to himself, smiling.
Leaning against the wall, he dialed a number, patiently waiting for the call to connect.
“Yes, Mr. Goodman?”
Taking a deep breath, Richard finally gathered the courage to respond.
“Good morning, Caesar.”
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On the night that it had happened, Thursday night, Richard couldn’t sleep; at all.
Every moment of that evening, he thought about Jane and Caesar… How he had watched them shamelessly fucking… How much Jane enjoying it. She was experiencing more pleasure than he had ever seen her enjoy in all these years of their married life.
Pacing up and down his house all night, Richard seemed visibly disturbed. How could he, as a husband, let that happen with his wife? Was he doing something wrong by not getting angry with her? Should he confront her? What about Caesar? What would he do with him?
Shutting himself up in his room, Richard turned to his rock n’ roll records, thinking it might just offer something to lift his mood. Ten minutes into a mix tape, a song called Hey Joe started playing.
“Seriously? This song?” Thought Richard as Jimi Hendrix enveloped the room with sonic indulgence.
This particular song was about a man named Joe, whose wife cheats on him with some other man. Hendrix sings the song as a third-person, who asks: “Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?”
Richard Goodman was in no mood for Hendrix to make a comment on his predica
ment. He shut the tape off.
Gathering up a shred of courage, Richard decided to calmly think the situation over. He wasn’t, and still isn’t angry. He felt a kind of calm, a kind of satisfaction which made him feel even worse for NOT being angry. Going to the washroom, he splashed his face with water and looked at himself in the mirror.
Gazing at his reflection, Richard recalled how turned-on he was, how much he enjoyed seeing his wife fuck another man.
“Is it right?” He asked himself. “It is definitely not normal. If he had not received that phone call…”