Jenny Unleashed: A Hotwife Adventure

by Bart Tracer

  God, how we fucked! I took her like a man possessed, pulling the gusset of her bikini bottom to the side and ramming my cock up into her while she clawed my back and screamed for more. I didn’t last long, that first time. How could I? I was too worked up, and my wife had become a sexy love goddess who excited me like never before! Five minutes after reaching the room, I spurted powerfully up into my wife’s clutching pussy.

  As soon as I rolled off of her, Jenny had calmly gotten to her feet and led me into the bedroom by my semi-erect cock. “You’re not done yet, mister!” she grinned as she slipped out of her bikini.

  If possible, the second time was even better than the first. More cerebral, more erotic. With our frantic urgency expended, we now took our time, making love slowly and passionately. And once again, Jenny started to talk dirty!

  God! The things she said that night! I never knew her mind could be so filthy. Now that she knew my secret, knew what turned me on, she knew just exactly which screws to turn, and turn them she did! As soon as I was hard again, she mounted my cock and slowly rode me as she whispered in my ear.

  It was so nasty, so wonderful! She started out by asking me how I had liked the little show she had put on with Jamaal and whether it had excited me, seeing him touch her like that. From there, she proceeded to describe in detail all the things she wanted to do to him and have him do to her. Then, she plunged into a vivid description of a fantasy gangbang featuring all eight of the young men I had seen her with.

  I was utterly defenseless against her erotic onslaught. The images she conjured in my mind were so powerful and arousing that I trembled with excitement. I couldn’t hide it any longer. In truth, I didn’t want to hide it. I longed to see her with another man. I was obsessed with it. And she knew it. And instead of turning away from me, she had embraced my kinky fantasy and, in so doing, embraced me.

  As she ground on my turgid cock, her hot breath on my cheek, I listened to her naughty words and gradually realized that these weren’t just my fantasies that she was parroting back at me for my benefit. They were hers as well. All this talk about other men, strange cocks, multiple partners; these were ideas that turned her on just as much as they did me.

  It sounds strange now to put into words, but something changed between us that night as we slowly made love in the warm darkness of that hotel room. It was like the love we shared grew stronger and deeper as we whispered our darkest desires to each other. And in the end, when we climaxed together, I felt a deep sense of connection with my wife.

  When we were finished, we lay there, panting for breath, satiated at last, and I felt my belly rumble. A glance at the clock told me it was 8:30. Shit! We’d been at it for hours! No wonder I was so hungry! I sat up and looked at Jenny.

  “Are you hungry?” I asked.

  “Starved! I could eat a horse!”

  “How about just room service instead?” I chuckled, reaching for the menu on the bedside table.

  She stuck her tongue out at me and tore the card from my hands with a giggle, dashing to the other side of the bed. Her brow wrinkled adorably as she ran over the list. “Sandwiches okay with you?” she asked, looking up from the card.

  “Yeah. That’s good. Whatever they have.” I got up and made my way to the bathroom while she dialed the number for room service on her cellphone.

  The hot water of the shower felt good on my skin, and I stood there for a moment, letting the heavenly warmth cascade over my body. Just as I was reaching for the soap, a blast of cool air hit my back as the shower door opened, and I felt my wife’s naked body press against me.

  “They said it would be up in 15 minutes,” she said, taking the soap from my hands. “And just in case you’re wondering,” she smirked, running the bar of soap between her pointy little titties, “that’s not enough time for a quickie!”

  I showered quickly and toweled off, then slipped on a comfortable pair of sweats and walked out into the living room. I took a seat on the couch and turned on the television, flipping through the channels while I waited for my wife. I settled on football and was just starting to get into the game when she walked through the door.

  “The food should be here any minute,” Jenny said. “They said Jimmy would bring it up.”

  “Good. I’m getting pretty hungry,” I replied, glancing at her. No sooner had my eyes left her, than I did an immediate double take, this time turning my head for a good look.

  She was wearing one of the hotel’s complementary bathrobes. White and fluffy, it was every bit as luxurious as the rest of the Hotel Sandpiper. The hem came down just a few inches below her butt and swished enticingly with each step. In spite of our recent carnal activities, I couldn’t help but stare. She walked past me, a self-satisfied little smile on her face, and plopped down on one of the chairs across from me, causing the robe to ride up and give me just a peek of her well-groomed little landing strip before she tugged it back into place. Suddenly, I had a wicked thought.

  “Jimmy, you say?”

  “Yeah, that’s what they told me. Would you mind getting the door? I don’t feel like putting on any clothes.”

  “Actually,” I grinned, “I was thinking you’re dressed perfectly. Why don’t you get the door when he knocks?”

  It took a moment for it to register, but when she caught my meaning, she stared at me with her mouth open. “You mean… No. No, I couldn’t! Ken! You can’t be serious!”

  I shrugged, “Why not? I can guarantee you Jimmy won’t mind. It might be kind of hot to let him have a look at you.”

  “But… Ken, he’s just a kid!”

  “19 is not a kid anymore,” I reminded her. “Heck, he’s not much younger than those guys on the beach this afternoon! And from his reaction the day we got here… trust me. He likes looking at you!”

  Her brows knitted in a little frown, thinking about it. Before she could answer, there was a knock at the door.

  “Showtime!” I grinned.

  “You’re impossible!” she hissed quietly, getting to her feet. But I couldn’t help noticing that her pretty face wore a huge smile as she strutted past me on her way to the door. As she started down the short hallway, I saw her tug the neckline of the robe open just a tad. Holy shit! Jimmy was about to get an eyeful!

  From the couch, I couldn’t quite see the door. When Jennifer stopped in front of it, I could just see the right half of her back. The rest was obscured by the wall. I heard Jimmy’s voice as Jen swung the door open. “Uh… um… Hello, Mrs. Wilson! I have your food order.”

  I laughed inwardly at his reaction. He had obviously been caught off guard by the sight of my beautiful wife wearing nothing but a bathrobe. But I had to give him credit. The kid had recovered nicely.

  “Thank you, Jimmy,! I’ll be right back, if you’ll wait here for just a minute!”

  She walked back down the short hallway to where I was sitting and placed the two trays of food on the table next to the couch. My breath caught in my throat when I saw just how much she had opened her robe. You could see a strip of flesh between her tits down almost to her navel! Hell, no wonder the kid almost choked! With a sly grin, Jen snatched my wallet from the table and, sticking her tongue out at me, headed back to where Jimmy was waiting.

  And that is when Jen decided to up the ante. She was almost to the door, where Jimmy waited just out of sight, when she “accidentally” dropped my wallet. She was in motion, so naturally, her forward momentum carried her past the point where it fell. So, she turned with her back to him and giving me a wink, said, “Oops!” and bent over to retrieve it with both legs straight!

  I nearly had a heart attack! The robe she was wearing was short. Really short! I could only imagine the view her little stunt had presented to Jimmy. He had definitely seen her cute little ass and, unless I was very much mistaken, had probably also caught a glimpse of her little clam winking at him from between her shapely thighs!

  It lasted just an instant, but in my mind, that instant dragged out into a glorious, ero
tic eternity. I couldn’t believe how naughty she was being! As soon as her fingers grasped the fallen wallet, she stood immediately and turned around as though nothing had happened. She walked innocently to the door and counted out a tip for Jimmy, then handed it to him.

  “Thank you so much for the prompt service!” she gushed at him.

  “Y…you’re welcome, Mrs. Wilson! Anytime! If you need anything else, just call!”

  “Aw! You’re so sweet! And ‘Mrs. Wilson’ is my mother! Call me Jenny!”

  “Um, y… yes, ma’am. Er… Jenny! Th… thanks for the tip! You guys have a nice evening!”

  I heard the door close, and Jenny walked back into the living room with an enormous smile on her face. “Well,” she demanded, “Was that what you had in mind?”

  “Fuck, no!” I beamed. “That was way better!”

  “Oh? So you liked that? You liked me putting on a show for poor Jimmy?

  I nodded like a bobble-head doll. “Yeah! It was amazing!”

  “Show me.”

  I looked at her, puzzled. “Huh?”

  “Show me!” she repeated, nodding toward my lap.

  Now I understood what she wanted, so I lifted my butt from the sofa and slid my sweatpants down past my hips. To my surprise, I was as hard as a railroad spike. My stiff cock popped free of the waistband and slapped loudly against my belly. I pushed the pants to my ankles and pulled my feet out, sitting naked in front of her.

  “Mmm! Looks like you really did like it!” She grabbed her sandwich and sat down in the chair across from me again, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. A weird light danced in her eyes as she studied me for a moment. “You know, somebody should do something about that!” She nodded her head toward my throbbing erection. “But not until I’ve had some food!”

  Thirty minutes later, our bellies were full. I was still naked, but the erection I had gotten from watching my wife tease the bellhop had subsided. Jenny still wore her fluffy robe.

  Jenny wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin and then tossed it onto the Styrofoam tray that had held her sandwich. She smiled sweetly at me as she rose and joined me on the couch. She threw her legs over mine, sitting on my lap, and kissed my lips. I put my arms around her and she snuggled up against my chest. For a while, we just held each other, Jenny rocking gently on my lap with her arms around me, both of us feeling the immense weight of the coming conversation, yet neither of us wanting to be the one to initiate it. Finally, Jenny cleared her throat and spoke.

  “So, I think we need to talk,” she said softly.

  “About what?” I asked. Then I realized how stupid I sounded. I knew damn good and well what we needed to talk about! So, I added, “Am I freaking you out with these weird fantasies of mine? Tell me the truth.”

  “No! Well, yes. I mean… I don’t know!” She shook her head, looking suddenly very vulnerable. “I just…”

  “What is it, Jenny? Talk to me.”

  “I like it,” she shrugged. “I haven’t been this turned on in years! I mean, I always suspected that you got a kick out of watching other guys flirt with me, but this… this is beyond anything I would have ever dreamed! But it also scares me!”

  “Scares you? Scares you how?”

  “It’s all so new. I don’t know what you want, what the rules are. I don’t know how far is too far. You know what I mean?”

  I nodded. I did know. I knew exactly how she felt, because I had been feeling the same way. How far is too far? That was a good question! And so far, I had yet to come up with an answer to it. Scared? Oh yeah! I opened my mouth to speak, but Jenny talked first.

  “You know what I’ve always liked about porn?”

  Porn? Jenny liked porn?! “Uh, no,” I answered a little unsteadily.

  “You can always turn it off. It’s hot. It’s exciting. But, it’s not real. If you get tired of it or see something you don’t like, you can always just turn it off.”

  “Okay,” I mumbled, trying to figure out how this tied in with our situation.

  “Well, what we’re talking about is basically the opposite of that! These guys I’ve been flirting with: Scott, Jamaal, Jimmy. They’re real people, flesh and blood. They’re not some fantasy figures, not sex toys. They can’t be turned off.”

  “I think you’ve proven they can definitely be turned on!” I quipped with a grin, the smartass in me coming through.

  Jennifer’s anger flared suddenly, taking me by surprise. I felt her body stiffen. “Goddammit, Ken! That’s just it! Don’t you understand?! If I keep teasing them like this, keep turning them on, something has to give! Something is going to happen with them! They’re not machines! They’ll want to take things further and, to tell you the truth, I’m not so sure I’d be able to put a stop to it. Or that I’d want to…”

  Suddenly, I didn’t feel like being a smartass anymore. All the air went out of my lungs as I realized what she was saying. “So, you want… I mean, you… you want to… you know?”

  “I don’t know what I want, baby. It’s just…” She shook her head angrily, “No! That’s not true! That’s a lie. It’s not that I don’t know. Not at all!”

  She tilted her head back and looked at me. I could see the wavering uncertainty in her eyes. I held her gaze and waited for her to continue. She took a deep breath, as though to speak, then blew it out loudly, her hot breath tickling my neck. Suddenly, her arms clutched me tightly for just a brief moment, as if afraid I might slip away from her, and with her head on my chest, she spoke again.

  “I know what I want,” she began in a small, nervous voice that gained in strength and resolve as she talked. “Ken, I have a whole laundry list of things I’d like to do. Really crazy things. Things I’ve fantasized about for years, things I’ve been scared to tell you about, things I’ve been scared to admit even to myself. But I could always count on those things remaining safely in the realm of fantasy!

  “Now, after the past two days, I’m not so sure! I’m starting to see that I’m not the only one who has hidden fantasies. And for the first time, it feels like the line between fantasy and reality might not be so solid after all. I just don’t know if I should! Does that make any sense?”

  I nodded cautiously. My heart was beating in my chest like a snare drum, and I realized that I was hard again. With her sitting on my lap, I knew that she could feel it too. “Yeah,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head.

  She swung her legs to the floor and got up, tugging the hem of her robe down, where it had ridden up. “I, for one, need a drink,” she said simply as she crossed to the refrigerator. “How about you?”

  “Yeah. Grab me a Scotch, please.”

  “Ice?”

  “Never!” I proclaimed in my best Scottish accent.

  Jenny snickered at my little joke, then we were both silent as she made our drinks. A nervous tension weighed down the air in the room, filled with excitement and terror at the same time. We stood on the edge of an abyss, and we both instinctively knew it.

  “I guess what I’m asking,” she said, as she handed me the tumbler full of whisky, “is just how far do you want this to go?”

  There it was. The million-dollar question put into words. And she was waiting for my reply. I put the tumbler to my lips and took a sip of the amber liquid and felt the gratifying warmth as it flowed down my throat.

  I should have told her that enough was enough, that we’d had our little fun, but that it was now time to act like adults and stop this madness. It was common sense and it was what any normal man would have done. When I opened my mouth to speak, that’s what I had every intention of saying. But that’s not what came out of my mouth.

  “As far as you want,” I said, my eyes meeting hers. “You know what turns me on, where my mind goes when you tease them.”

  “Hmm. You’re putting it back in my court,” she nodded. She sat down in the chair across from me again, watching my eyes. “Okay. So, say we keep playing this game. Say things get a little wild, like they did at t
he club. Are you telling me that if something happens, you’d be okay with that? I need us to be clear on this, to make sure we’re both on the same page.”

  She leaned back in the chair and her knees moved apart a couple of inches, immediately drawing my eyes to the pink little treasure nestled between her thighs. “Are you telling me it’s okay to give this to another man?” She ran a finger up her thigh, staring back at me suggestively.

  My mouth was dry as cotton. This was it! My wife was asking me if I was okay with her fucking another man. It was my last chance to tell her ‘no’. Instead, I found myself nodding rapidly. “Yessss!” I hissed. “Oh God, Jenny! I know it’s bad, but that’s what I want! To watch you with another man!”

  “Another man, huh?” she asked. “Like maybe Jamaal?” This last question came out like a throaty growl and made my cock jerk, betraying my excitement. Her eyes shot down to where my penis bobbed in front of me, and a wicked smile curled the corners of her lips. “Guess that’s a ‘yes’!” she smirked.

  Jenny tossed back the remainder of her drink and slid from the chair, crawling across the floor to me. She put a hand on each of my knees and stretched upward to kiss my lips. “God, it’s such a turn on having all these young men looking at me, wanting me. It makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive!”

  “You are the sexiest woman alive,” I said.

  “That’s sweet. Really, it is. But you’re my husband. You have to say that! Knowing I can still turn on the college crowd… wow! Talk about an ego booster!” she wrinkled her nose at me. Her head ducked into my lap, and she engulfed my hard cock in her mouth. After a series of twisting, bobbing trips up and down my shaft, she sat back on her heels and smiled at me, languidly working my cock with her hand. “But as much as I love having all these young guys lusting after me, what turns me on the most is how much the whole thing turns you on!”