Jenny Unleashed: A Hotwife Adventure

by Bart Tracer

  The next song the DJ spun was a fast-paced rap song. Thank God! I thought. At least they won’t be slow dancing, cheek to cheek! Something about Jamaal made me distinctly nervous. He was more assertive than Scott, more elemental, more dangerous. And I had seen the way my wife had reacted to him. I was glad they wouldn’t be slow dancing, but my relief turned out to be short-lived.

  I wasn’t familiar with the song. Rap had never really been my thing. But everyone else in the club seemed to recognize it immediately. When the thumping bass line erupted from the enormous speakers and filled the cavernous hall, the crowd went wild, cheering like the hometown team had just won the Super Bowl.

  Everywhere I looked, girls began to gyrate and grind against their partners, throwing their arms up in the air and slinging their sweat-damp hair from side to side, while the men egged them on with enthusiasm. My eyes swung back to where my wife was dancing with Jamaal, and I was shocked to find her dancing with the same abandon shown by the others.

  Where his friend, Scott, had been a perfect gentleman with my wife, Jamaal had his big black hands locked firmly on Jen’s shapely hips, pulling her in close, to dance belly to belly with him. With her ass rocking rapidly back and forth in time with the beat, Jenny’s dress swished to and fro in the strobe lights, offering a tantalizing peek at her stocking tops every few seconds.

  Without warning, Jamaal took her hands from around his neck and spun her around to face away from him. He then lifted her arms and placed them around his neck again before pulling her hips tightly into him as he moved in behind her. He put his hands back on her hips and hunched forward, moving in time with her, his pelvis just scant inches away from hers.

  I gasped under my breath and stared, unable to believe what I was seeing. My God! This guy was practically dry humping my wife on the dance floor! Fuck!

  Jenny had no idea what he was doing. How could she? After all, she was facing away from him. She didn’t realize that he was being so crass, dancing behind her like that. Not a clue! At least, that’s what I told myself.

  Watching them, I could tell you the precise instant my wife’s firm, round, little butt contacted Jamaal’s gyrating crotch. Her eyes shot open, her eyebrows climbing far up her forehead, and her mouth fell open in shock.

  Jennifer froze with her arms locked behind Jamaal’s neck, taken off guard. Maybe she thought it was accidental, that Jamaal had just inadvertently bumped into her while dancing. But any chance of that was immediately swept from her mind when her partner pulled her hips back hard against him and pressed his gyrating crotch against her backside. Oh no! No mistaking it now. This was intentional!

  That was it! The jig was up! He’d gone too far. Jenny had realized what was going on, and she was going to put a stop to it! I just knew it. No way she was going to let him do that with her! Dirty dancing… no way she’d go for that! Hell, this guy was going to be lucky if she didn’t slap him into next week. Only… she didn’t. She didn’t do anything.

  I held my breath as I awaited the explosion I knew was about to come, but instead of retreating from him or pulling away, instead of putting a stop to his antics and returning to our table, Jenny just stood there passively, letting him grind himself against her butt. Her eyes met mine across the intervening darkness of the club, eyes that were still wide with astonishment. Her mouth hung open, as if in a trance, and she stared at me, unblinking, as she slowly resumed dancing. Bit by bit, she grew bolder and began to move with him, until ultimately, she was wiggling her ass back against her ebony-skinned partner.

  I don’t think my wife had ever looked more attractive. The fine sheen of sweat produced by her exertions gave a warm glow to her flawless skin as she moved, her eyes locked on me. With her arms up and her butt thrust backwards against Jamaal, her pert little breasts were thrust out, forming two perfect cones beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

  I felt sick, like someone had punched me in the gut. There wasn’t enough air in the room. My ears rang like a bell and the world seemed to spin and close in around me until the only thing that existed for me in that moment was my beautiful wife grinding her ass against this black stranger on the dance floor.

  I had never been more bitterly jealous than at that moment. It was killing me! But I had also never been more turned on! It was a maddening, bewildering experience. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to jump up and tear my wife away from this impudent young jock. Another part of me wanted to touch myself. Fuck! My cock was so hard it felt like it was going to break off!

  I knew she had felt his cock when her butt touched him. And I knew enough about men to know that he was most likely hard. That thought burned in my mind, causing my own dick to twitch in my pants. My wife had just felt another man’s cock!

  More importantly, she was feeling it right now. Grinding against him, there was no way she could not feel his hard member pressing against her cheeks, prodding at her crack through the thin layers of fabric that separated them.

  Jenny’s eyes never left mine, but the wide-eyed shock that had been there just a few moments ago gave way to something else now: excitement. Her eyes burned bright with playful desire as she now began to actively tease Jamaal and, by default, me.

  I hadn’t stopped her, and she took that as approval, sliding her back up and down his chest as they danced, rubbing her fine little ass against his bulge. She rose until her shoulders were at the level of his chin, her lithe, petite body stretched tightly upwards like a drawn bow, then suddenly bent her knees to sink as far down him as her arms would allow, her cute ass sliding down his belly and across his bulge, stopping at his thighs. Then, she repeated the motion again, all the while wiggling and shimmying from side to side.

  The DJ seamlessly transitioned to the next song and Jenny and Jamaal never paused for a second, immediately picking up the rhythm of the new beat. Without shifting my gaze, I reached for my beer and was surprised to find the bottle empty when I put it to my lips and tipped it up. I thought for a split second about heading back to the bar, but dismissed the idea instantly, pushing the empty bottle to the center of the table without looking at it. No fucking way was I going to take my eyes of my wife and this black stud who was dirty dancing with her!

  Two seconds later, I was glad I hadn’t gone for another beer. Jamaal spun my wife around to face him again and, without hesitation, she straddled his left leg. I nearly fainted as I watched her skirt ride up her thighs, the tops of her stockings now visible to everyone in the club. Her hands came to rest on his bulging pecs and she began to grind on his thigh.

  Jenny turned her head to see if I was still watching and she shot me a smug little grin before returning her attention to Jamaal. Her tiny hands roamed the front of his shirt as she rode his leg. If anything, she was more aggressive than he was now.

  Jamaal’s handsome face wore a smile as wide as a barn door. And why wouldn’t he? After all, he was dancing with the prettiest girl in the place!

  “Hey! Ken, right?”

  “Wha?” I said, startled. I turned to find Scott standing next to me.

  “Your name is Ken, right? You’re Jenny’s husband.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded, licking my lips. I’d been so caught up in watching my wife that I hadn’t even noticed Scott’s approach. For all I knew, he’d been standing next to me this whole time. Shit! I felt like a fool. “Yeah. I’m Ken. Scott, isn’t it?”

  He smiled broadly and offered me his hand. “That’s right! Listen, man, I just wanted to say thanks for letting me dance with her.” He nodded to the dance floor behind me, where I knew that his friend was busily mauling my wife. “She’s really something!”

  “No problem,” I smiled, shaking his hand. “And yeah! She is!”

  “Do you mind?” he gestured toward an empty seat next to me.

  “No. No. Have a seat!”

  “Thanks!”

  He plopped down next to me as I turned my eyes back to the dance floor. Jenny was no longer there. Fuck! Had she left with Jamaal? T
he icy grip of panic clawed at my insides. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Where the hell was my wife?!

  “So, Jenny says you guys are here on vacation?” Scott’s voice intruded on my thoughts.

  “Um, yeah,” I muttered, scanning the crowd for my wife. I was not, however, too preoccupied to note that he was apparently on a first name basis with my wife.

  “So, you’re here for three weeks, I think she said?”

  “Uh huh.” It was hard for me to focus on what he was saying with my head swiveling back and forth, looking all around the room, searching every corner for my wife. I found myself wishing Scott would just go away and leave me alone, but he was just trying to be friendly, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell the kid to fuck off. “Yes, we’ll be here three weeks.

  “Cool! We’re taking a last little vacation before school starts again. You know, kinda kickin’ back and relaxing before the old grind takes up all our time again! We’re staying at a little hotel down the beach called ‘The Grand Hotel’. There’s a bunch of us from college staying there. It’s nothing fancy, but it gives us a place to crash when we’re through clubbing!”

  “Yeah,” I nodded, glancing back at him. I remembered those days. “I know exactly what you mean!” I chuckled, thinking back. “One spring break, when I was in college, we partied all night long, woke up on somebody’s front lawn, and then did the same thing again that night!”

  “Sweet! Jamaal and I have had a blast here! I mean, the booze is cheap and just look at all the girls!”

  I turned back around and resumed my search. There was only one girl I was interested in at the present, and that was my wife. Where the hell had she gone?

  “Not that I’m much of a lady’s man,” Scott’s voice droned on behind me. “Not like Jamaal!”

  I looked back at him, my already hard cock now throbbing. Great! So, my wife was off with a real Casanova! “Oh? Jamaal does pretty well with the ladies?” I tried to sound calm and in control.

  “Shit yeah! That dude wears it out! And I’m not talking skanks either! We’ve been here like four days, and he’s nailed four different chicks in that time! I’m talking real hotties! It’s amazing!”

  “Pretty smooth talker, huh?” I licked my suddenly-dry lips.

  “I don’t know about that. The thing is,” Scott looked around, then bent over closer to me, “Jamaal has a huge dick!” He held his hands out in front of him, about a foot apart. “Huge! Calls it the ‘Black Mamba’! And let me tell you, the girls love it!”

  “So,” I sneered, “he just tells them about this huge cock of his and they immediately drop their panties for him?” I felt guilty as soon as it left my lips. I didn’t mean to be a smartass, but Scott’s description of his friend’s equipment wasn’t doing much to calm my nerves. Especially when my wife was missing and most likely in the immediate vicinity of this particular oversized penis!

  “Nah, man, it ain’t like that! He’s got this thing he does.”

  “Thing?”

  “Uh huh! You see, he gets them on the dance floor and then he just kind of bumps into them. Let’s them feel how big he is, you know?”

  I did know. I knew only too well. I had seen him do it with my own two eyes. And I had seen the effect it had had on my wife! Shit! I had to find her!

  “And that works?”

  “Not every time, but pretty damned often! Once they feel how big he is, they’re curious.” He raised his eyebrows. “I keep hoping he’ll pick up a girl who has a friend with her, but so far, no luck!” he added sheepishly.

  Suddenly the crowd parted a little and, through the dancing figures, I saw my wife with Jamaal. They had moved to the side a little, deeper into the shadows near the back wall, dancing away from the main body of clubgoers. I had to squint to make them out in the dim light. When I did, I nearly had a heart attack!

  As they danced belly to belly, Jamaal put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. He stared into her big green eyes for a moment, then bent his head and kissed her lips. And instead of pushing him away, my wife kissed him back! Encouraged, he brought his other hand around and cupped her butt cheek through her dress.

  Oh shit! The sight released an entire flock of butterflies in my stomach. The bitter taste of jealousy welled up in me, and I started to rise. This was getting out of hand! But before I could move, the song ended and, realizing where she was and what was happening, Jenny slipped quickly away from Jamaal’s grasp, jerking her head toward our table. I could see the reluctance on his wide face as he took her hand and let her lead him back to us.

  Damn! I had just watched my wife kiss another man! And then, he had groped her ass! Predictably, I wanted to kill him now. But at the same time, my cock was throbbing like never before. Fuck, I was turned on! My whole body felt like it was on fire, with my cock the undisputed epicenter! All the emotions I had wrestled with before came flooding back, more intense now after what I had just witnessed.

  By the time they got to the table, my murderous impulses were once again under control. Nonetheless, I was ready to leave. I needed some air! I got to my feet and Scott quickly did the same.

  Jenny seemed to read my mind, giving me a demure little nod as they reached us. Instead of taking her seat again, she leaned over the table and retrieved her half-full glass, then emptied it in a series of big gulps. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and put the empty glass back on the table. She turned to the two young men. “Thanks for the dance, Jamaal!” she said innocently. “And you, too, Scott! I really had fun!” She turned to me and forced a smile. In her eyes, I could read her concern. “But my husband and I have early morning plans, so I think we’d better call it a night! Don’t you think, honey?”

  I stared at her for a second, the adrenalin still coursing through my veins, then slowly nodded. “Yeah,” I muttered. “I guess we should get going.”

  “Well, hey,” Scott grinned, “it was sure nice meeting you guys! I hope we see you again!”

  “Yes,” Jamaal’s bass voice rumbled, “definitely hope we see you again!”

  Jennifer blushed, her eyes darting up at his then guiltily back to mine. “Okay, yeah! Maybe we’ll see you around! Bye!”

  She was nervous, eager to be away. That was fine with me. I was more than ready to leave. I needed to get somewhere quiet, somewhere where I could think about tonight’s events and maybe sort out my feelings.

  With a final bashful smile and a nod to the two young men, my wife took my hand and dragged me through the crowd, her designer heels clicking loudly on the hard floor, audible even above the general cacophony of the club.

  Chapter 4

  The sand felt good between my toes. From the club, Jenny had made a right turn and dragged me down the street to the beach without a word. Now, we were walking along the shore in our bare feet, me holding my shoes and socks, her with her stockings draped over one arm and her high heels dangling from her fingers by the thin straps, softly swinging back and forth in the night air.

  The moon was high in the cloudless night sky, a full, silvery orb casting its pale glow down on the white sand beneath our feet, while the waist-high waves crashed inexorably against the shoreline to our left. We walked along in silence for perhaps 10 minutes, breathing the fresh salt air, thinking our own thoughts, when Jennifer suddenly came to a stop and reached for my hand.

  “Ken, I’m sorry!” she said quietly, her voice pleading and small in the moonlight. “I’m so sorry!” Her fingers crushed mine, forcing me to look at her. She looked so tiny and vulnerable in the half darkness, her slumped shoulders giving her a narrow, forlorn appearance that tugged at my heart.

  “Hey! It’s… it’s okay,” I said instinctively. “It’s okay!” I put my arm around her and pressed her to my chest. Her head nestled comfortably into my shoulder, and she clung to me for dear life. I felt her sob quietly.

  It’s okay. That’s what I had told her. But was it? What was happening to us? What the hell were we doing? A few days ago, the idea of my wife kissing another
man would have seemed impossible. That just wasn’t who she was! And yet, here we were! The thing that really troubled me, though, was how I had reacted. Shit! I still had a semi-erection, even after all the walking!

  Jennifer raised her head, and I saw her eyes, big and watery in the pale light. “I… I don’t know what happened,” she sobbed. “I… I just wanted to tease you a little. You know, flirt with him, make you jealous.” She paused, choosing her next words with care. “Because… well, with Scott and the bellhop at the hotel… I don’t know, it seemed like it excited you. And I just thought, because Jamaal was more aggressive, I could get a little crazier, put on a little show for you. And then…”

  “And then, things got out of hand. I know, baby!”

  She shook her head, looking at her feet as she took a step back from me. “I didn’t mean to! I just got caught up in the beat of the music, being so close to him… He was so muscular, so big. And he was such a good dancer! I sort of forgot where I was and what I was doing! I… I guess I wasn’t as in control as I thought. And then he… um… well, he…”

  “He bumped into you,” I offered. “With his crotch.”

  “How did you…?” A look of shocked confusion creased her pretty face.

  “Scott told me. Apparently, it’s his modus operandi! He gives the girls a feel of how big he is and they fall all over themselves!” I chuckled, hoping my voice sounded steadier than I felt.

  “Yeah, he bumped into me.”

  “And?”

  “And what?”

  “Was he as big as Scott says?”

  “I don’t… I mean… does it matter?”

  “C’mon babe! All I want to know is if he felt big!”

  She hesitated, chewing her lip as she searched my eyes. With a gesture of resignation, she shrugged and nodded, looking at her feet. “Yes,” she murmured. “He was big. Really big! God, I’m so, so sorry, Ken!”

  I made no reply. With a smile, I took her hand and we resumed our stroll. The relentless crash of the surf against the sand drowned out every other sound. We went about twenty yards before she spoke again.