Jenny Unleashed: A Hotwife Adventure

by Bart Tracer

  “You must hate me!” she murmured, dejectedly kicking a little heap of sand in her path. “God! I think I hate me!”

  “No!” I stopped her, putting my hands on her slender shoulders and turning her to face me. “You listen to me, Jenny. I don’t hate you. And I never will! I love you! What happened tonight was…”

  I hesitated. Shit! What should I say? What would she think of me if I told her the truth? And what was the truth anyway? I was still confused myself. I took a deep breath and then said, “It was hot.”

  There. I’d said it. Oh Fuck! I’d said it! Now what?!!

  Her eyebrows shot up and she stared at me in shock. “Hot?” she echoed, her mouth frozen in a perfect O for an agonizingly long moment, eyes wide and unblinking in the gentle light of the moon. “Hot.” She pursed her lips.

  Now it was my turn to blush. It was too late to take back the words I had uttered. My secret was out. I looked at my feet and nodded, digging at the sand with my toe. “Yeah. I don’t know why. Hell, I don’t understand any of this,” I met her eyes again. “But watching you with him… watching you with them was hot!”

  “Hot…” she repeated, sounding like a broken record.

  Jenny was silent then, mulling my words over in her head. Each second dragged on, seeming like an eternity. Her silence terrified me, so full of imagined indignation and disgust. My panic grew. God, what was going on in that pretty head of hers?

  “So,” she whispered finally, “watching me dance with other guys turns you on?”

  I didn’t know what to say, how far to take this sudden confession of mine. “I… well, I guess so, yeah!” I shrugged, hoping desperately that the darkness would hide the redness I could feel creeping up my cheeks.

  Jennifer cocked her head to the side, studying me. She seemed to sense the hesitation behind my words, to realize that there was more going on than I had told her. “And when Jamaal kissed me?” she probed.

  I groaned inwardly, remembering. “Pretty sure you were kissing him back!” I said defensively. Maybe if I turned things back on her, she’d change the subject.

  “Mm hmm.” Her face cracked into a smile, her teeth flashing white in the silvery moonlight. “And you liked that, too.” It was a statement, not a question.

  There was no sense denying it. Jenny could see right through me. I nodded my surrender. So much for changing the subject! I had just admitted to being turned on by her kissing another dude. Damn! Damn! Damn! I was a freak. And now, she knew it, too!

  Now that she had me on the ropes, Jenny wasn’t about to let up. She pressed her attack. “And when he grabbed me? When he touched me?” she breathed, moving in close. Her words came out as an airy whisper, barely audible over the crashing surf next to us.

  “Oh God, Jenny!” I shuddered.

  The image of Jamaal’s big, black hand squeezing her tight little ass sprang into my head and with my wife’s warm, supple body pressed against me now in the coolness of the ocean breeze, that ‘semi-erection’ I had been sporting earlier began to lengthen into a full-on boner!

  She felt it as soon as our bodies met. How could she not? I was as hard as I’d ever been, my cock straining against the front of my pants. The flickering gleam in my wife’s eyes flared into a roaring blaze when she made contact with my steel-hard erection.

  Everything that had passed between us over the last few minutes had been nothing more than words. This was something else entirely. This was actual, physical, tactile proof of my arousal. Direct, honest, irrefutable.

  “Oooh!” she cooed, kissing my neck. Her hand traced its way down the front of my shirt to my belt, then slid lower and cupped my hardness. “I’ll take that as a yes!” She gave me a playful squeeze and giggled when my cock twitched in her hand.

  “I… um…” I swallowed hard, knowing that I should say something, but unable to find the words. My head was spinning. Everything was happening too fast. And my wife’s warm hand moving gently up and down my crotch wasn’t helping me focus.

  Jenny kissed my lips, firmly, urgently, then pulled her head back with a smile. To my shock, she immediately dropped to her knees in front of me and began to undo my belt.

  “Baby! No!” I whispered, glancing nervously around us.

  “Shh!” she smiled up at me. “Let me do this! There’s no one around.”

  She returned her attention to my belt, tugging the buckle open while my eyes swept the beach. I searched the shadows, but found no one there. She was right. The beach was deserted.

  Trembling with urgency, Jenny tore open my pants, and I gasped as I felt the cool night air hit my crotch. The fabric rustled faintly, the sound drowned out by the ocean, as she pushed them down to my knees. I looked down just in time to see Jenny take my cock into her mouth.

  “Oh fuck, Jenny!” I hissed.

  She bobbed on my cock several times, her hands tickling the underside of my scrotum, before letting me slip out of her mouth and flashing me a mischievous smile. “Oh? Is that what you wanted to happen next?”

  I blinked, not understanding the question.

  “I’m sure he would have, if I’d offered!” Jenny smiled. She blew softly across the spit-damp head of my cock. “Fuck me, that is!” she winked.

  My dick jumped excitedly in her hand, causing her to giggle. With a knowing wink, she attacked my cock once more, sucking noisily as her words bounced around inside my head like a golf ball in a tiled bathroom.

  Fuck her?!! Oh my God! Fuck her! For the briefest instant, an image flew through my mind of my gorgeous wife lying back and spreading her legs for Jamaal. My cock pulsed with the most intense excitement, getting bigger and harder in my wife’s sucking mouth. Why did that perverted idea excite me so much?

  Jennifer moaned eagerly around my erection, feeling my arousal, feeding off it. Looking down, I saw her slender shoulders shake powerfully as a shiver ran through her. For the first time, I noticed that her right hand had disappeared beneath her short dress. Staring in the dim light, I could see her tiny wrist jigging rapidly between her thighs and realized that she was masturbating!

  This was something I had rarely seen her do. Tonight, whatever inhibitions she usually felt about pleasuring herself in front of me had apparently been overridden by her arousal. And I loved it!

  Her eyes were clenched tightly shut while she sucked me, and I couldn’t help but suspect that she too was visualizing herself beneath Jamaal. Her low moan soon gave way to a series of high-pitched whimpers, sending delicious vibrations rocketing through my steely rod. Then suddenly, her whole body went stiff and she just held me for a moment in her mouth, panting heavily past my cock. Fuck! My wife had just orgasmed!

  Her needs satiated for the time being, she increased her speed, bringing both hands around to cup my buttocks, pulling my manhood deeper into her heavenly warm mouth. Her pretty lips flew along my shaft, bringing me ever closer to my climax. I reached down, touching her shoulder to warn her off, but she brushed my hand aside and redoubled her efforts.

  “Oh God!” I groaned. “Jen…Jenny… Oh God, Baby! I’m gonna…”

  “MMMMM!” she hummed, sliding her left hand down to cup my bloated balls and squeezing. That was it. All I could take.

  “OH FUCK!” I bellowed, my head snapping back as I thrust my cock forward, burying it to the hilt in her insistent mouth. A white heat surged up from the root of my cock, my balls drawing tightly up against my twitching shaft, and I began to cum.

  She ground her lips against my crotch, swallowing my entire length as I pulsed and squirted my seed into my wife’s throat. Time and again, my dick jerked and spit, until my balls were empty. Not once did Jen attempt to pull away, holding me steadfastly and staring into my eyes as she milked me, kneading my balls while she swallowed my offering.

  After what seemed like an eternity, the pulsing slowed to a mere trickle, then stopped altogether. I was finished, and she released my flagging cock with a loud plop that I could hear even over the surf. I staggered backwards from her in t
he deep sand, gasping, on legs that suddenly seemed to be made of overcooked spaghetti, and reached down to pull up the pants that were pooled awkwardly around my ankles. Jennifer reached for the shoes beside her and got to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and tugging her skirt back down with a wicked smile.

  “Mmm!” she purred, tossing her stockings over her shoulder. “That was fun! But I do think you and I need to talk.” She reached for my hand. “Let’s go back to the hotel!”

  Chapter 5

  “So, tell me something,” my wife smiled up at me from between my legs. “Just how long has this been going on?” She took me back into her mouth, swirling her pink tongue around the still, sensitive tip of my cock. I began to quickly rise to the occasion.

  “Going on? I… What do you mean?” I asked, wondering for the hundredth time if there might not be some way out of the conversation I knew was about to take place. Hoping beyond hope that I wouldn’t have to admit all of my perverted thoughts to her. But I knew it was futile. This was going to happen. And it looked like it was going to happen here and now!

  We’d come straight back to the hotel from the beach and had barely made it inside our room before Jenny had attacked me again. A string of discarded clothes, both hers and mine, littered the floor from the front door to our present location, on the large bed in the suite’s main bedroom. Now, my naked wife had me fully hard once more and something told me she wasn’t about to let it go.

  “Oh, come on, Ken,” she sneered, popping off my cock and squeezing my shaft with a fierce intensity. “I’m not blind, you know! We’ve been married a long time. Don’t you think I’ve noticed the way you want every detail any time some other guy comes onto me? Why do you think I’m always so quick to bring it up?” She winked playfully. “But this is different. Today, it’s even more obvious. Ever since we got here, you get that crazy look in your eye any time a man gets near me.”

  “Crazy look?” I was stalling for time, trying to figure out my next move. Maybe there was some way to circumvent this impending train wreck before it happened!

  “Oh yeah! That ‘hungry tiger look’! Like you want to pounce on me and devour me on the spot! I noticed it when we were checking in. And then, when I flashed the bellhop. What was his name again?”

  “Jimmy,” I supplied immediately without thinking.

  She winked knowingly. “See what I mean? You even remember his name!” She welcomed me back inside her mouth, bobbing up and down rapidly, her eyes never leaving mine.

  Damn! She had me there! I had remembered the kid’s name. And I also remembered the excitement that had coursed through my body when I saw him checking her out. Looking into her eyes, I wondered if she knew just how much it had affected me.

  After a dozen or so strokes, she pulled off me again, stroking my wet shaft lazily as she continued her tease. “And you sure didn’t stop him when you caught him looking at your wife’s ass! What was it you said? ‘Kinda hot’. Weren’t those your words? Strange…” She gave my cock a long lick from balls to tip. “‘Hot’ is how you described what happened between me and Jamaal, too!”

  I was paralyzed. Afraid to speak. Afraid I would betray myself, alienate her, ruin everything. But at the same time, I was aroused beyond belief, trembling with erotic tension.

  “Before that, when you came back and found me talking to Scott and Jamaal, there was that little issue you were having on the dance floor,” she cooed. “You know, your little ‘problem’,” she rolled her eyes downward toward my crotch and giggled. “My God, you were hard! I don’t know how you could walk with this thing poking out like that!”

  She ran her long nails playfully along the underside of my scrotum and then crawled up my body, sitting on my lap and trapping my erect cock against my belly beneath her. I could feel the slick wetness of her slit sliding along the underside of my dick as she moved on me. She was swollen and open, obviously also turned on.

  Jennifer leaned down until her pert breasts poked against my chest and whispered in my ear. “And just now. On the beach. Tell me you weren’t thinking about me and Jamaal!” Her words were sweet torture, her breath hot on my skin. She rose, propping herself up on her arms, and gazed into my eyes.

  I said nothing. And my silence was answer enough for her.

  “Mm hmm!” she smiled wickedly, leaning down once more to kiss my lips. “So, I repeat: Just how long has this been going on? How long have you been thinking about me and other men?”

  Oh fuck! She knew! She knew! Damn! And I thought I had been hiding it so well all these years. Damn! What was I going to say?

  “It’s okay, baby,” she whispered reassuringly. “Just tell me the truth.”

  “I… I don’t know. I mean…” Fuck! I was as tongue-tied as a 16-year-old kid asking his high school crush to prom! I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself, and then started again, “It’s always turned me on.” My voice cracked midway through the sentence, sounding odd and distant. I looked up at her, waiting to see how she would react.

  “Always?”

  I sighed and nodded. “Since college, I guess. Since the first time we… the first time we had sex. It was obvious that you are more experienced than I was. And I don’t know, something about that excited me. I… I used to think about the guys you’d been with before. But instead of being jealous, like most guys would, I just wished I could have seen it.”

  Once the dam broke, all those hidden thoughts and fantasies came spilling out of me in a torrent of explicit images. I couldn’t stop myself. The words poured forth of their own accord for what seemed like hours. It was a confession to give a mob boss’s priest a coronary.

  I didn’t hold anything back. I told Jen everything. Every minute detail of every dark secret I had carefully concealed from her, all about watching her talk to other men and imagining her with them, even about my nocturnal masturbation sessions fantasizing about my wife fucking another guy.

  Jenny listened to my tale in silence, thoughtfully chewing her lip as I told her my innermost secrets. I watched her pretty face and saw the initial spark of curiosity in her green eyes blossom into a steady flame of excitement. Halfway through my confession, she reached down between us to guide me into her, not fucking me, just sitting on me with my hard cock sheathed in her warm wetness.

  When I was finished, she stared at me in silence until I thought I would die from the tension. But finally, a sly grin curled the corners of her mouth. Her long black hair bounced on her pale, naked shoulders as she shook her head. “Wow!” she breathed simply, her voice shuddering. Then, she leaned forward to kiss my lips. Without breaking our kiss, she reached to the right to find the lamp on the bedside table and flicked the switch, plunging the room into total darkness.

  As if in a silent trance, my wife began to move on me, ratcheting her slim hips back and forth along my shaft with an urgency I hadn’t felt in quite a while. I waited for her to speak, to condemn or comfort me. I’d have given anything at that moment to know her thoughts, but Jenny had had enough of talk.

  With her small breasts flattened against my chest, I turned my head and kissed her neck, smelling her perfume, commingled with the scent of the sea air, which still clung to her silky hair after our walk along the beach.

  We made love there in the dark like two desperate strangers, fiercely and passionately. It was sweaty, primitive, animalistic, and it was amazing! The pent-up desires I had shared with her hung over us, a tapestry of perversion that filled both our minds as we writhed and bucked against each other.

  Twice, three times, I felt her stiffen and quake in orgasm, spasming around my thrusting member. I clutched her hips, pulling her down onto me, forcing as much of my hard cock deep inside her as I could. Sometime after midnight, I spilled my seed inside her once more and, exhausted, we both fell into a deep sleep, my softening cock still lodged inside her.

  Chapter 6

  It was the shower that woke me next morning. The familiar patter of running water tore me from t
he sweet bliss of sleep, and I opened my eyes to find myself lying face down in the tangled sheets. The sun was already far up into the sky, its powerful rays having hours ago driven away the darkness of night. For a moment, I blinked, my eyes still heavy with sleep, and tried to decide whether I really wanted to get up yet.

  I drew a deep breath and turned my head to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 10:38 AM. Damn! I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept so late. Oh, what the hell! I thought. It’s supposed to be a vacation!

  I rolled over to my left to find that I was alone in the king-sized bed. Of course, I was alone. The closed door and the telltale sound of the shower meant that Jenny was in the bathroom, rinsing away the stickiness of last night’s lovemaking. Last night! Oh shit! I’d told her!

  I was suddenly wide-awake. I sat up and vigorously rubbed my scalp with both hands. What would she think? What would she say? Had I ruined things between us? Oh fuck! She’d think I was a pervert!

  Just as I was talking myself into a full-fledged panic attack, the shower stopped. A minute later, my wife walked into the room with a towel tied around her. Her wet hair hung loose behind her, trailing its way in damp tendrils between her shoulder blades to the middle of her back.

  “Good morning!” she beamed. “It’s about time you got up!”

  “Good morning,” I replied, eyeing her warily.

  Any second, the other shoe was going to drop. I just knew it. She’d be angry with me, disappointed. Maybe she’d want a divorce. When she opened her mouth to speak, I steeled myself, expecting the worst.

  “The hotel manager called about 15 minutes ago. He said that the curator of the local museum would be happy to take you on a little tour of the local architectural sights this afternoon.”

  “This afternoon?” I asked stupidly. Wasn’t she going to say anything about last night?