Discovering Her Needs: A Hotwife Discovered Story (Her Needs Series)

by C. C. Morian

  She strapped them on, feeling a little slutty, but a good slutty, knowing the spikes made her legs look even better. Balancing herself, she strutted back out of the closet.

  Mason gave her a soundless whistle, which made her smile.

  Janet stood in front of the mirror, spreading her legs a little, not for the picture, but for Mason. Then she pushed her feet together, composed the photo, and snapped.

  She still had it. Not only the thigh gap, but the body.

  Her finger poised over the phone, the light touch that would send her sexuality into the ether, to another man.

  Her eyes on Mason, Janet pushed the button.

  Mason let out a breath that Janet could hear across the room. Her legs quivered with anticipation, of Jack’s response, of Mason’s reaction, of what might come next.

  She put the phone back to her ear.

  “Very nice,” said Jack, appreciatively. “I like that you included your tattoo.”

  Janet gasped. She hadn’t even thought about it, the picture showed her from her heels to her navel, including her unique dragon butterfly tattoo near her belly button. Anyone who saw the photo would recognize her. “Jack, I swear if you—.” When he didn’t answer she yelled, “Jack!”

  “Relax, I was just—focusing on the picture before it disappeared.” Jack chuckled deviously.” And posting it online.”

  “Jack, you bastard—”

  “Come on, Janet, I’m kidding, can’t you take a joke? Besides, I bet it would turn you on, guys masturbating to your picture. Tell me it doesn’t excite you.”

  Janet breathed a sigh of relief, not sure whether she should trust Jack, sidetracked by his comment. Of course that would excite her. Wouldn’t any woman get turned on by that? Janet couldn’t respond, she had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling.

  “As a matter of fact, I still think of you when I masturbate,” said Jack.

  “I bet you say that to all the women you’ve slept with,” said Janet, trying to keep her voice steady.

  “No, really.”

  Janet felt it again, she was standing at another crossroads. She glanced at Mason. Would he want to hear this part?

  Her husband wouldn’t see any picture that Jack sent. “Prove it,” she challenged.

  Janet was gripping the phone so hard she thought it would break. She went back to lie on the bed, suddenly feeling guilty, she should be doing this somewhere else, not in her bedroom. Their bedroom.

  She glanced at Mason, who was now leaning against the doorway. Maybe he was having a hard time standing up as well. She gestured him into the room and pointed to the easy chair.

  “Do you have skype?” asked Jack.

  “Skype? Sure, why? Oh, wait, no, just photos. . .”

  Janet was shaking her head, but Mason was nodding vigorously.

  “You wanted me to prove it,” said Jack. “You’ve already sent me a picture of you half naked. You wouldn’t even be on this call if you didn’t want to do it with me. And those shoes, don’t tell me you wore those to work. God, you look so hot. I’m going to touch myself, don’t you want to see?”

  “I’m going to hang up now,” Janet said, shaking. “If you get a skype request from me, you’ll know my answer.” Without giving Jack a chance to reply, she hung up.

  Mason was immediately on the bed, his mouth on hers. Janet reached for his cock, feeling his heat, his passion. Mason ran his hands over her bra, her nipples jumping out to meet the pressure.

  “Fuck, that was such a turn on,” said Mason. “Are you going to do it? The video?”

  Janet shook her head. “It’s crazy.”

  Mason nibbled at her ear. “I’m okay with it, if you want to.”

  “I shouldn’t.”

  “That’s not the question. The question is, do you want to?”

  So help her, she did. But instead Janet said, “The photo was enough, wasn’t it? It turned you on, right?”

  “A video would be better. I’d get to watch. Like we talked about.”

  Janet couldn’t take her hand off Mason’s cock. “I’d rather have this.”

  “Who says you can’t? You can have both.”

  Both. The love and the passion, the support and the wild sex. Every woman’s dream.

  “Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t want anything to come between us.”

  Mason smiled. “I’ll be right here.” He slid down the bed, spreading her legs, kissing her thighs. “I like your thigh gap too.”

  Janet lifted her hips to meet his face. “Let’s do this instead, I can’t be looking at Jack while you are doing that!”

  Mason looked up at her. “Why not? What better way to know we are doing this together? I’m the one with you, remember?”

  “I’m not sure I can do it.”

  “You once told me you had done some crazy things before you met me. I never asked for details, and I’m not now.”

  “Nothing like this,” said Janet, although she remembered a lot of other wicked, kinky things she had done. Where did being licked by your husband while you watched another man masturbate fall in the spectrum of sexual experiences?

  Mason began kissing the inside of her thighs, the top of her pussy, her outer lips, back down the other side, around and around. Janet thrust toward him, wanting him to kiss her clit, but he avoided it, teasing. “Please, Mason!”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you to lick me!”

  “Make the call.” Mason brushed his lips across her swollen clit, a touch achingly fleeting.

  “I’ll get you for this,” she hissed, more a promise than a threat.

  “I certainly hope so.”

  Another kiss on her thighs, this one farther away from her clit, his touches moving the wrong way.

  Two could play at that game. Her fingers shaking, Janet set up the video connection.

  “It’s done,” she breathed. “Now do it.”

  “Not yet,” said Mason.

  “Damn you. . .”

  She was rewarded with another brush of his lips across her clit.

  The screen lit up. Jack, looking pretty good, really good actually, with his always present three day stubble, something Janet usually only found attractive on dark haired men, but Jack was almost blond, and it still reeked of masculinity.

  “There you are,” said Jack, his lips in an appreciative grin. “Damn, you’re still beautiful.”

  “You’re not looking bad yourself,” Janet admitted. As soon as she said that Mason nibbled her clit and she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping. But she gave something away.

  “Sounds like you’re excited to see me,” said Jack.

  “You’re still full of it.”

  “I never heard you complain when I was filling you up.”

  Mason’s hands squeezed Janet’s thighs. Janet couldn’t imagine exactly what her husband was thinking, but listening to Jack talk dirty to her was certainly affecting him.

  “All I’m hearing is talk,” said Janet. “Let’s see the goods.”

  “Still always in a hurry, I see,” said Jack, but he turned his camera to face down his chest, the image blurred for a moment, his chest hair, his impossibly flat stomach, down to his. . .

  Thick cock. Now Janet did gasp out loud, seeing, remembering. Not the longest cock she had ever seen, but the thickest, she never could get even her long fingers all the way around it. Jack had been right, she’d never complained about how it had filled her up, she’d been amazed by it, good sex always made her really wet, yet with Jack even her juices did nothing to overcome the tightness from his girth.

  “Remember this?” said Jack.

  Janet nodded. And then, for Mason’s benefit, she added, “It’s as thick as ever.”

  “I told you,” said Jack. “Now let me see something good. That sweet pussy.”

  Mason kissed her clit.

  “No, no. . .” She might have done it though, if Mason wasn’t there, she was that turned on. Mason, as if reading her mind,
pulled away, as if to leave, but Janet grabbed the back of his head and held him to her. “I’ll show you my tits,” she said, panning the camera briefly over her breasts, careful not to show Mason’s head.

  “Mmm, your nipples are hard,” said Jack. “Is that from seeing my cock?”

  And from my husband licking my clit, thought Janet. She almost said it aloud, what would Jack think about that?

  But she didn’t want to ruin anything, not now.

  “Still talking,” she prodded. “Where’s all the action you promised?”

  Jack’s big hand wrapped around his cock, even his fingers barely long enough to get all of it. “Here it is, I wish you were doing this, I remember what it felt like to have your hands around me, to have your mouth on me.”

  Mason used his tongue to open her labia, insistent.

  “What do you want to look at?” whispered Janet.

  “Your face,” said Jack. “I want you to touch yourself, and I want to imagine that my cock is in your gorgeous mouth, and I want to see your face as you come.”

  “Oh. . .” He wanted to see her come! “You want my clit rubbed?”

  “Do it,” prodded Jack. “And think of my cock, I’m going to put it in your mouth.”

  Janet’s lips parted on their own, the muscles in her mouth remembering, getting ready, taking it, Jack thrusting into her, just as his hips lifted up, his cock raising, coming right toward her.

  Mason took her engorged clit in his mouth and sucked it, just as she might be sucking Jack’s cock. She forced her eyes off the screen, away from Jack’s cock, seeing Mason jerking himself off.

  “Do you still come as much as you used to?” asked Janet, remembering how it would flood her mouth.

  “More. I swear. You should be here so I could come in you, I loved coming everywhere in you, you always wanted it so much.”

  Janet wasn’t thinking any longer, she couldn’t, she didn’t know what she was saying, she was too lost in it to concentrate on what she shouldn’t say in front of Mason. “Yes, you would shoot so much cum in me. . .”

  Mason groaned, his tongue diving into her pussy, swallowing her juices.

  “Remember how we used to do it outside? You’d be in a hurry, not want to get caught, but it never stopped you, you’d be so wet.”

  “I think about it all the time,” whispered Janet.

  The bed shook, Mason’s shoulder jerking wildly, he didn’t know it but his strokes were matching Jack’s. How lucky she was, two handsome men, masturbating over her.

  Was this what a threeway would feel like? A man licking her pussy, a cock in her mouth?

  Janet groaned, close now, Mason sensing it, his tongue hard, diving into her, scraping her clit, lapping her juices, Janet wanting a cock in her mouth so badly she sucked on her fingers, one, two, three, a poor substitute for Jack’s thick member.

  “Suck it,” goaded Jack. “I’m going to shoot so much cum in your mouth, you want it, don’t you?”

  “Hurry!” Janet pleaded.

  Mason’s strong forearm clenched her thigh, his other hand a frenzy, Janet’s eyes glue to the screen, on the edge, wanting to wait, needing to wait, not able to wait. . .

  “Do it!” she demanded.

  Jack groaned, a huge spurt of come shooting from his cock, so powerful it went out of the frame of the image, as did the next one, the third shot finally, thankfully, in view, so thick, the very sight of it pushing Janet over the edge.

  She screamed, her hips slamming into Mason’s mouth, her spasms seeming to match Jack’s spurts, so many she lost count, his seed impossibly thick, on his belly, in his pubic hair, running down his thick cock.

  She grabbed at Mason’s head, her clit hypersensitive, needing some relief even as she continued to shake, her orgasm making her entire body wrench uncontrollably.

  Finally she looked down at her husband. Mason was no longer jerking off, she hadn’t noticed, she’d been so focused on Jack. On Jack’s cock.

  Janet’s tongue ran over her lips, she could almost taste the thickness, the salty musk.

  “I always loved watching you come,” said Jack, turning the camera back toward his face. Janet didn’t want to see him, she wanted to see his cock, she wanted to see Mason.

  Mason, face pressed against her mound, was looking at her.

  “I didn’t think you noticed,” she said to Jack, still gasping, short of breath.

  “I always did. Except the times when I had you bent over and was taking you from behind. One of your favorite positions, as I remember.”

  “You say the sweetest things,” said Janet, trying to laugh it off, but she remembered.

  “Next time, let’s do it for real,” said Jack.

  Mason’s fingers dug into Janet’s thighs, his eyes were bright, enthusiastic. He wanted it as much as Jack.

  Her first instinct was to say no, she’d already gone further than she had ever imagined. But Mason’s eyes were telling her something else.

  “We’ll see,” she said, and clicked off the phone, not trusting herself, afraid she’d say yes if Jack asked again.

  Janet let the phone slip to the floor, as if that could provide some distance from Jack.

  Mason pulled himself up next to her, and Janet wrapped her arms around him, this was her husband, he was the one who had been licking her, who had made her come harder than she had in ages.

  Mason, and the sound of Jack’s voice, the sight of his cock. The thought of the two men, masturbating, thinking of her. Getting themselves off, just because they were looking at her.

  She kissed Mason hard, tasting her juices, her own sex. So hot. . .

  “Did you come?” she asked.

  “The same time you did, god, I’ve never seen you so turned on.” Mason kissed her lips, her cheek.

  Janet shook her head, the heat was still there, but the uncontrollable urge had been sated, she needed to be careful about what she said, about what she admitted.

  “You were watching him jerk off, weren’t you?” prodded Mason.

  “And you too.”

  “You like that? Men jerking off over you?”

  Janet nodded, she couldn’t possibly deny it.

  “Did that bring back some good memories?”

  “Jack’s full of himself, what he was saying, a lot of it is just talk.”

  “But some of it is true, isn’t it? I know you like it when I come in you. I bet that’s always turned you on.”

  “That’s like saying you’ve always liked blowjobs.”

  Mason laughed. “So all that stuff he was talking about, doing it outside, taking you from behind, he made all that up?”

  “Not all of it,” she admitted.

  “Any of it?” Mason asked, his hand sliding back between her legs.

  “Mason, don’t, I’m so sensitive, oh. . .” She was sensitive, but his hand felt so good on her, his fingers in her. Somehow their closeness made it easier to keep talking, to admit the unthinkable. “None of it,” she whispered.

  “None of it was true?”

  “No—he wasn’t making any of it up, he did all those things to me.”

  “You loved it, didn’t you?”

  Mason’s pulled his fingers out of her, he was teasing her again, as he had with his tongue. “Mason,” she warned, but it came out as a plea.

  “He said something about you liking it from behind.” Mason grabbed her hips and flipped her over.

  Janet yelped, it was the first time Mason had practically manhandled her. Mason pulled her legs apart, his fingers thrusting into her wet opening. “Like this maybe?” He began fucking her with his fingers.

  “Mason. . .”

  “Jack,” he whispered. “Say Jack.”

  Janet buried her head in the pillow, Mason’s fingers spreading, forcing her open even more, like a thick cock, like Jack’s cock, Mason doing it on purpose.

  “Jack,” she breathed into the pillow.

  “Louder!” said Mason.

  “Jack!”

 
; Mason drove his fingers into her, he must be using all four of them, she was so stretched, god, she loved that feeling, there was nothing like being opened like that, even better than a cock shoved deep.

  “Is this how he’d fuck you from behind?”

  “He’d. . .”

  “What? He’d do something else?”

  Janet grabbed Mason’s other hand and guided it under her hips to her pussy, her fingers pushing his past her clit, inside her from the other side, curling them. The pressure was immense, his thick fingers in her from behind, her finger and his in her from the front. She pulled upward, dragging both their fingers up against her g-spot.

  “Is that what he’d do? Fuck you from behind and do this too?”

  That wasn’t it, thought Janet, it was that Jack’s cock was so thick she swore it would rub her g-spot as he fucked her, even though that shouldn’t even be possible, yet that’s the way it had always felt.

  Jack had fucked her from behind while pressing his fingers into her g-spot, but that was a different kind of sex, that memory, those memories making her shiver, blood rushing to her face, her pussy.

  “Who’s fucking you?” demanded Mason.

  And just like that she was back in time, Jack’s cock driving into her, Jack demanding an answer to the same question. Who’s cock is in you? Who’s fucking you?

  Janet forced her neck up, freeing her mouth from the pillow. “You are!” So help her, thinking of Jack.

  Mason’s hand was like a piston in her, powerful jerks of his arms, just like he had jerked himself off, just like Jack had jerked himself off.

  Mason put his lips to her ear without stopping his pounding of her pussy. “I bet if you think about Jack you can come again.”

  And so help her, she did, her vaginal muscles squeezing tight around all the fingers in her, crushing, knowing it must be hurting Mason, not able to think about it, not able to care, her contractions so strong she feared something might break.

  Janet collapsed onto the pillow, completely spent, another long lost feeling, being fucked out, not able to do anything.

  Mason brought his middle finger to her face, parting her lips. Instinctively Janet took it in her mouth, licking, Mason’s tongue joining his finger in her mouth.