The Village Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  I felt my cum moving from my balls. My cock ached. My whole body ached. It was like I wanted to fuck the naughty right out of her. Each thrust only served to make her hotter, though.

  I felt her pussy start to clench. The little slut was as turned on by all of this as much as I was! Slowly she lifted her heels, getting up on the balls of her feet, making her ass round up so I could see her puckered back hole. As I rode her hard, I felt her start to come.

  "Oh Reg!" she screamed, juices spilling out of her and onto my cock. Hearing her voice made me flex inside her. I felt another spasm of her cunt. Her body was milking me for seed.

  My vision blurred. My breathing quickened. Every muscle tensed. With a groan, I filled her with the first blast of my love.

  "Ah!" I shouted as cum pulsed from me. I closed my eyes and imagined seeing thick ropes of my white hot seed coating her womb. The peak of my orgasm came. I drove myself as deep into her as I could and held myself there. She moaned and I felt her tighten around me one more time.

  When it passed, I started fucking again in fits and jerks. The last of my seed left me, pulsing deep into her insides. When I had nothing left to give, I doubled over. I kept myself inside, though, the feeling of her warmth around me too good to give up just yet.

  When I couldn't hold myself that way and longer, I stepped back, falling out of her now used opening. She lay there on the table, breathing heavily.

  I couldn't help what happened next. I'm not crass. I like sex as much as the next fella but when it's over, it's over. This time, though, I couldn't help but stare at her hole, rubbed raw and throbbing. I watched a trickle of my own cum leak from her. The sticky liquid clung to her leg as gravity pulled it towards the floor.

  It was as erotic as anything I'd ever seen. The only thing more erotic I'd ever experienced was what I thought of next.

  Thinking back to Ava and Reg and the whole evening, a thought shook me from some dark place. What if I could watch that, watch that cum seeping from my wife. But what if it weren't mine?

  Chapter 6

  The next day was a Tuesday. At breakfast, Jenny and I acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened the night before. She made me eggs and bacon, the way she always did. Toast, cut diagonally and a cup of strong, black coffee.

  I read the paper. She washed the dishes until it was time for me to go to work. Then she handed me my briefcase and we kissed on the way out the door.

  She smiled and put her head on my chest. I lingered there, wondering if I should say something. I couldn't find the words. I kissed her forehead, grabbed my jacket and headed out the door.

  It was going to be a hot day. I drove with the windows down and the sweet smells of the coming summer swirling in the car. I turned on the radio, tuned into the classical station. Sometimes music helped me think. Not this time. This time I needed silence.

  I started with the last thought I'd had the night before. I wondered why I'd even had it all? Why would a man think of watching another man's seed drooling out of his own wife? I hadn't been able to let it go when I went to bed and I wasn't able to let it go now.

  Of course I wondered if this had anything to do with how I'd felt at our wedding. I'd thought about that night many times, watching her dancing with all those men. It was a secret I thought I'd always keep to myself. It didn't make any sense. A man was supposed to be protective of his wife, not dreaming of sharing her with everyone. Well in my case, it seemed like the opposite was true.

  I had to park the car on the side of the road. I found a quiet spot in between our house and the school and turned the motor off and just thought about it. I thought about her kissing Ava. I thought about what Jake had said, about the anklet. That damn anklet. She'd been wearing it when we went to bed, oblivious that it was the cause of everything that had happened.

  I wondered if I should tell her about it. I couldn't very well tell her to take it off. I'd made such a big show of being happy she'd finally worn it. Then, a more sinister line of thought formed in my mind. I felt a sneer twist along my face.

  Of course. I would just tell her all of this exactly. I'd tell her everything outright. I'd tell her about the anklet. I'd tell her how I felt. I'd tell her what a bad girl she'd appeared to be to them. It would make her upset, I knew it would, but only for a little while. I'd console her and tell her it was alright that it was all just a mistake. I wouldn't even have to tell her not to wear the anklet anymore. She'd do it on her own, once she knew what it was all about.

  The idea made me giddy. I started up the car and drove the rest of the way to work. My classes seemed to drag on forever that day. After I'd taught the afternoon session, all I wanted was to race home. An endless line of students formed at my desk, each one with a more banal question than the last.

  I could barely concentrate on what they were saying. All I could think of was Jenny, at home cooking and waiting for me. I thought of just how I'd tell her the news. I thought of the way her face would look. She always looked so sad when she was about to cry. It broke my heart but something about it made me excited, too. That I could do that to her.

  When the last of my students had left, I grabbed my jacket, ran to the car and raced home.

  The house smelled like split pea soup and pot roast and Jenny was at the counter, fixing plates of soup.

  "Hello wife!" I chirped as I sailed through the door. I threw my jacket over a chair and pressed up behind her, leaning in to kiss her neck.

  "Hello," she purred, smiling. "Sounds like you had an easy day."

  "An easy day?"

  "Or...at least a pleasant one?"

  "Well they're never that easy. I work hard, you know?" I scowled, my mood souring a little.

  "Of course you do. I'm...I'm sorry."

  My feathers got a little ruffled and I took a step back. I didn't like it when she said things like that. I did work hard. I worked hard so she could be comfortable.

  "Oh Reg, don't be cross. I'm sorry I said it that way," she begged, turning around.

  I almost stomped off into the other room. The expression she made reminded me of what I'd planned and that kept me in the kitchen. I looked down and saw her wearing the anklet. It made the blood surge to my cock.

  "Reg? What is it?"

  I looked up at her again. She was wearing another sundress that came barely below her knees. It flared the way her Sunday dress had, making her the perfect shape for fucking. It was covered by a tidy apron. I wondered what she'd look like with just the apron on.

  "Turn around," I ordered, pulling at my belt.

  Her mouth dropped open a little in surprise. "Reg, I've only just put the soup into..."

  "I said turn around."

  She pursed her lips but did as she was told.

  "Now hike up that skirt so I can get a look at you."

  "Reg..."

  I came up close behind her. My stiff cock touched her leg. "Don't you think I work hard for us? For you?"

  She nodded.

  "Don't you want to make your husband happy?"

  She nodded again.

  "Then do as I ask."

  She picked her skirt up at the hem and started pulling it up slowly. She bent over a little. My girl knew what I liked.

  I took myself out, hot already from the sight of those round, creamy thighs being slowly exposed. Her underwear was white with pink polka dots. It drove me wild.

  I didn't even pull it down. I just pushed it to one side and bent her over the counter. Her arms splayed, her hand hitting a bowl filled with soup. It smashed on the floor, splattering green goo. I didn't care. I only cared about one thing just then.

  My cock jumped as I pressed it between her thighs. She parted her legs a little, letting me inside. Plunging in, I fucked her roughly, remembering what had happened last night. I came quickly and held myself in. I liked the feeling of my own seed, heated by her tight pussy, surrounding my cock.

  When I did pull out she stood up and straightened the front of her apron.

 
; "I'll just go wash and then I'll clean this," she said quietly.

  "No. I want you to keep it inside."

  I saw her back stiffen.

  "You want to have a baby don't you?" I asked, staring at her. She couldn't hold the stare. She looked down at the ground, then nodded.

  We stood in silence. I watched her. I knew full well she'd do what I said. She was a good wife. After a minute, she bent down, took a rag from under the sink and started to gather the mess.

  "Here, let me help." I bent down and picked up a couple pieces of the shattered bowl and threw them in the garbage. After that I went to wash my hands while she finished up the cleaning. When I came back out there were two bowls ready on the table. She was sitting at it, her back stiff, waiting for me.

  "How was your day here?" I asked, tucking into the soup.

  "Fine. It was just fine," she answered, a little tight-lipped.

  I loved that about her. No matter how many times I made her do something like that, she'd never get used to it. She was always worried that it was such a lewd thing to do. Not the kind of thing a woman like her should do.

  Once we'd finished our roast and she'd made the coffee, I pulled my chair closer to her and put a hand on hers.

  "Now look here Jenny," I started, "I don't believe in beating around the bush and I'm not going to beat around this one. Something Jake said to me got me all fired up last night and that's why we left that place."

  I watched her eyes. I was a little disappointed. I had hoped that just bringing it up would have made her at least a little uncomfortable. It looked like she didn't mind at all.

  "Sure, I was a little mad when I found you...in that situation, but it was something Jake said to me that really set me off."

  "Well?" she asked. "Are you going to tell me what it was?"

  I couldn't help a little scowl. She didn't seem perturbed at all. When I'd pictured it all in the car, I saw her lip already trembling with worry by this point. I shook off my irritation. If anything was going to get to her, it was what I was about to say next.

  "Here's the thing Jenny. It was that Jake told me what it means, when a woman wears an anklet like the one I bought you it says something to the world."

  "It does?" she asked, her expression finally clouding, like she knew something bad was coming.

  "It sure does. It says something I didn't even know about, if you can believe that."

  "Well...what is it?" she snapped, her impatience getting the better of her.

  I suppressed a smile. I had her just where I wanted her. Now it was time to crawl under her skin.

  "It says that a woman's available, you see? It says that her husband doesn't mind sharing her. It says that she can be taken freely by anyone who pleases. Can you believe something like that, Jenny? Can you believe a woman like you would wear a thing like that?"

  This time I really couldn't help my smile. I thought it was probably a good foil anyway. Like I thought myself that the whole thing was kind of funny. I sat back in my chair and waited for the waterworks to start.

  They never did. I watched her like a hawk. Normally when she was about to start to cry, a muscle in her right cheek would start to twitch. Then her lips would turn down and tremble a bit. Then those big tears would start rolling down her cheeks. She never sobbed, just cried quietly with her head down.

  None of that happened this time. She didn't even look away. My stomach started to sink a little bit. I wondered what I'd done wrong? I followed my plan, which I'd thought perfect, to the letter. I couldn't understand why she was so unaffected. It made a little mad. Not only that but she wasn't even looking away. She was staring right back at me!

  "Isn't that a sad thing? That I did that to you, Jenny? That I sent you out in public looking like a whore?" I prodded. I had a hard time keeping the sneer out of my voice when I said it.

  Finally, finally! She cast her eyes down and sighed. I felt a little better. Then nothing happened. No tears. No shaking shoulders. Nothing. I was getting worked up into something of a rage.

  "Well don't you have anything to say about it?" I snapped, trying not to sound too angry. "Aren't you mad at me for doing that?"

  She looked up. Her expression was just as soft and loving as if I'd told her I brought home a kitten.

  "It's alright Reg. I forgive you," she whispered, looking up at me and putting a hand on my arm.

  I tamped down the bile rising in my throat. What the hell was going on here?!? This wasn't my wife! She should have been in tears by now, leaning on my chest and begging for forgiveness, swearing she'd never wear the thing again! Why in the hell was she forgiving me?!?

  I forced a smile. "Well, I'm glad you're not too upset about it then," I managed, my voice a little hoarse from the anger I was pushing back.

  "Would you like me to stop wearing it then, Reg? The anklet?"

  The bottom dropped out of my stomach at her question. What was she doing asking a thing like that? She should have torn it off by now!

  Then it hit me. She was sitting there, looking innocent and clueless but down inside I knew there was more going on. I bet she thought herself so smart because of my mistake. For once it was me that had done something wrong and not her. I felt my conviction set like concrete. There was no way in hell I was telling her to take that thing off. She was going to do it herself or deal with the damn consequences.

  "No baby!" I replied, managing to sound sincere. "I just wanted to explain to you the reason why...well, why I believe Ava was so forward with you."

  She nodded. She was still looking at me, expressionless. I'd never seen that steely look in her eyes. I tried to soften her a little.

  "I love you, sweetheart."

  That made her smile. There was something missing from that smile, though. It was like she didn't mean it.

  "I love you too Reg. I love you too."

  Chapter 7

  "Hey!" I shouted as I walked through the door after work the next day.

  "Hi," Jenny answered. She was sitting at the table, legs crossed, reading a magazine. The house smelled like...nothing.

  "What's cooking?" I asked.

  "Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry Reg. It was such a busy day with laundry that I didn't have time."

  I felt my jaw tighten. I was about to tell her we were going out for dinner. I'd been hoping she'd cooked something up already. I'd been hoping to see that look of dismay in her eyes when I told her we were going out. Sometimes I just liked playing with her like that a little.

  "You're not mad, are you Reg?" she asked.

  I sighed. "Hell, why should a man be mad? A man works hard all day to come home and find an empty plate?" I was mad. I was hungry and mad.

  "Can't we go out Reg? I know it's a Thursday but..."

  Her asking made me feel a little better. I liked when she asked me for things I could deliver. "Well you know what? Yes we can."

  Her eyes lit up at my answer. That made me feel even better. I liked making her happy.

  "That's right," I went on, "we're going to Norma Jean's Family Restaurant for meatloaf. Jim at work told me it's the Thursday specialty. Now come on. Before all the tables fill up!"

  Her lips went a little pouty and she scowled.

  "Well? What's the matter now?" I asked.

  "Oh, nothing." She stood up. Something caught my eye. I looked down to see the anklet, catching the last rays of sun shining through the window. She stepped towards me. Very close.

  "Jenny?"

  "Like I said," she purred, "it's nothing. I just thought you liked to sharpen your appetite before eating is all."

  My eyes went a little wide. She trailed a finger down the front of my shirt, running slalom around the buttons. My cock hardened in my trousers.

  "What's gotten into you, Jenny Chambers?" I whispered as her hand drifted down and settled on the outline of my cock.

  "I just want to make sure my Reggie's happy. Is that alright?"

  Well, it sure felt alright, with her gentle fingers running the length of
my cock but she'd never done anything like this before.

  "Turn around and bend over then," I ordered, stepping back and starting to undo my buckle.

  "Oh Reg," she pleaded, pressing closer to me. "Won't you let me do something for you?"

  Her face was close to mine and the warmth of her breath sent a shiver down my spine. My cock jumped in my trousers.

  Jenny didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she pushed me backwards until my back was up against the door. My eyes went wide.

  For the first time in our marriage, Jenny Chambers sank down in front of me, her big eyes staring up at mine.

  Seeing her kneel in front of me like that was...I didn't know what to think, what to make of it. I'd never made her do that sort of thing. I didn't even know where she would have come up with it. I was about to tell her to stand up. She was too quick. Yanking down my zipper, she pulled me free.

  My mouth dropped open in shock. Sure I'd been with plenty of women that had let me into their mouths. Not with Jenny, though. She was my wife. It just didn't seem right. As soon as I saw her staring at that cock, the head just inches from her lips, I sure as hell changed my mind.

  "Can I do it, Reg? Can I put it inside my mouth?" she whispered.

  I breathed loudly at her words. I was almost too stunned to answer. "Do it Jenny. Take it in your mouth," I gasped.

  I watched her tiny, pink tongue push past her lips as she opened her mouth. She had her fingers wrapped around my base. My cock jumped in her hand. She giggled. The sound of it drove me wild.She looked up at me, her face curious, as if she were asking me whether she was doing it alright. My expression must have given enough of an answer. Touching the tip of my cock to her lips, she let me sink inside her mouth.

  I groaned a sound I'd never made before as my member slid along her tongue. I couldn't tear my eyes away from what she was doing. I couldn't believe I was watching my sweet, innocent Jenny sucking my throbbing cock.

  She took the head, pausing at my glans and pulling me out slightly. It made me flex and made her look up. Her eyes were wide with delight. After a few strokes like that, she pulled herself off and wiped the corner of her lips with a finger.