The Village Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  She whimpered a little at that. It was a sound I'd never heard her make and it turned me on even more. I pushed myself even deeper, hoping to hear it again. I soon felt Ava's hand on my shoulder, pulling me off my wife.

  "Come on now, we don't want to get her too excited," she whispered. "Jake likes to do some of that himself."

  She pulled me to my feet and we both stepped back, leaving Jenny smiling and spread open on the bed. Motion caught my eye. I turned and saw Jake's big frame lumbering towards the bed.

  He seemed thicker with his clothes off than he did with them on. Dark hair covered a lot of his body and he was holding his very thick cock in one hand. He set himself at the foot of the bed. The moment I'd imagined was coming to life.

  His skin looked dark next to Jenny's soft, pale flesh. I couldn't believe I was watching another man crawl between my wife's legs. I couldn't believe I'd just ate her out so she could be nice and wet for him. I turned and looked at Ava. I must have looked panicked.

  "Don't worry Reg. It's always a little funny the first time," she soothed. I felt her hand on my thigh, then graze against my balls. I looked down in disbelief to see her fingers wrapping around my cock. When I looked up at her face, she was smiling. "It's okay, hon. Enjoy yourself."

  The whole thing was so surreal. The sound of sloppy wetness drew my attention back to Jenny. Jake had his head between her thighs now. He was eating her pussy, his tongue running slow circles around her clit. She started moaning.

  Ava's hand started gently stroking, in time, it seemed, with Jake's rhythm. It was terrifying and incredible. Knowing we were both experiencing a similar sensation but not with each other.

  I wanted Jenny to open her eyes. I wanted to look at her. I wanted her to look at me so I could let her know how good this felt. She was lost, though. She was lost completely in the feeling of Jake's hot mouth.

  Ava must have sensed that I was close. She took her hand off of me just as I thought I might come. "Easy does it," she whispered. "We can still have more fun.

  Jenny's toes had started to curl a bit and I knew she was close to an orgasm. Jake just kept licking her in that same, slow way.

  She came with a shout. It wasn't a noise I'd heard before. She'd never made it with me. Her eyes popped open. Her face was all red and I watched her thighs shake around Jake's head. It was like she couldn't believe the way he'd made her feel.

  It felt good and bad for me at the same time.

  She had to push him away, after her orgasm. He wouldn't stop licking her. Now that I'd tasted her too, I couldn't blame him. I wanted to taste her pussy again. I knew I wasn't going to now though, because he got up and started crawling between her legs.

  I felt my eyes go wide. He was going to fuck her. Another man...this other man was going to fuck my wife. A bolt of adrenaline tore through me at the thought. Ava's fingers were around my cock again, soaking up the jealousy and twisting it into pleasure.

  "Look how much she's enjoying herself, Reg," Ava hummed somewhere beside or behind me. "Don't you like seeing your wife this happy?"

  The truth was that I did. It was so erotic seeing Jenny so turned on. Sure she'd always have a wet pussy for me but what was so intoxicating about seeing her like that with another man? A man like Jake? I didn't know. That wasn't the time to try and find out, either.

  Even if I'd wanted to, I probably couldn't have focused on anything but what was happening to me. Ava had started stroking my cock gently. I wanted to look down. I wanted to watch her hand moving along my shaft. The only thing I could look at were Jenny's ample thighs being pushed apart by Jake's girth.

  The bulbed head of this thick cock touched the lips of her soaked pussy. We both gasped and I watched Jenny's eyes go wide. For the first time that evening it looked like she wasn't in control of herself, like it was a reaction that had happened against her will.

  Her back arched off the bed as Jake took himself in hand and pushed his meat against her lips. She looked down between her legs. She'd never seen another man there before. Now, as she watched Jake lathering himself up with her trickling juices, her eyes went wide. Like she was scared and turned on at the same time.

  I moved. I wanted to go to her. I wanted to lie down on the bed next to her and hold her hand. I wanted to tell her not to be scared. Ava put a hand on my shoulder. When I turned to look at her, she was smiling.

  "It's okay, Reg. Look at her. She's having a great time, don't you think?"

  Ava's hand was still sliding along my cock making it bounce and tickle somewhere deep inside. I felt the cum start to move through me. I looked back at Jenny. Another bolt of furious angst ripped down my spine and settled between my legs as pleasure.

  Her hands were up on his thick arms, her fingers outlining the firm muscles of his triceps. He'd made himself good and wet and I could see him start to push, start to push inside my Jenny.

  She whined. A quiet sound that made me want to be next to her even more. She glanced at me. We locked eyes.

  It's hard to say what it was, exactly, I felt we shared in that stare. I'd never seen her look at me like that before. Like she was thanking me. It was like she was thanking me for letting this man crawl between her legs and fuck her.

  Fuck her. The words sent another shiver rippling through me. Jake was going to fuck her. My cock got completely stiff in Ava's hand.

  "There you go Reg," she cooed. Even though I wasn't looking at her, I could hear that she was smiling. "Now you know how to enjoy it. Just enjoy it, Reg."

  Jenny and I were still staring at each other. The smile seemed to start somewhere in the back of her mind. Her neck moved a little before any of the muscles in her face did. I looked down to see that Jake was poised to enter her. His shaft was completely engorged and it pulsed each time he touched the head of it to her wet cunt.

  He leaned in and whispered something to her. I couldn't hear what but as soon as he'd said it, she smiled. Her whole body seemed to relax. Her eyes, their shape, changed from gratefulness to...I don't know what. It looked like she felt sorry for me or something. But that smile was so warm. Her mouth looked like she'd never felt a greater joy than feeling this man's cock at her entrance. I throbbed in Ava's hand. She leaned to whisper again.

  "He's going to put his cock into her now Reg. Jake's going to put his cock inside your wife."

  He grabbed one of her tits and she broke our gaze to look up and into his eyes. Her soft thighs parted a little wider. Jake flexed his ass and I watched as his cock plunged inside my wife.

  A jealousy that had been hiding somewhere in the shadows tore through me. Up until now this had all been just a fantasy. I felt like I could have stopped it at any time. I felt like I was still in control. I was still Jenny's husband, still master of my wife. In that moment, though, everything changed.

  I'd just watched another man stick his cock into my wife. She'd never felt anyone there but me. The jealousy wasn't so much from seeing him do it. It was from seeing her reaction to what he did.

  Her thighs came up, gliding along his sides as she pushed her chest up and closer to him. I saw her hands squeeze the muscles in his arms, then move up his shoulders and hook around his neck.He didn't go easy on her pussy, either. He fucked himself right in, right up to his nuts, the first time.

  She'd have at least winced and tightened up if I'd done that to her and I think that's what got to me. Was she that wet, was she so turned on that she could take a cock as thick as his? Had he done that to her? Or was it just the taboo of the whole situation winding up her arousal?

  I bounced the question back and forth in my mind until the nervous hum of anger quieted in my body and I felt Ava's hand rubbing me again.

  Jake started fucking her hard now. She moaned as his meaty body started pounding between her thighs. But she didn't let go. She closed her eyes for a second, riding the wave of pleasure his thrusting brought but quickly opened them again to look into his.

  I was stupefied. Mesmerized. I couldn't tear my eyes away from i
t. My sweet little Jenny who'd always only been mine, had her pussy stuffed full of Jake.

  I wondered what it felt like for her. I wondered if she liked it. I almost laughed out loud at the thought. Fuck. Of course she liked it. All you had to do was look at her to see that she did.

  "Inside or outside?"

  Ava's whisper ripped my gaze from the rhythmic copulation. I looked at her, puzzled at what she meant. "I'm sorry?" I finally managed to ask, my eyes itching to turn back and gape. She giggled.

  "It's okay. You don't have to look at me. Though you do have nice eyes." She smiled. She had pretty nice eyes, too. Right then, I would much rather have been looking into Jenny's, though.

  "What do you mean?" I asked, a little louder this time.

  "I mean where do you want him to finish? Inside or outside?"

  As soon as I realized what she meant my eyes shot back to Jenny. Ava must have said it loud enough that she'd heard too, because she was looking at me with wide, expectant eyes. Her body bounced back and forth under Jake's love, her back pressing deep into the bed under his weight.

  Inside or outside? The very thought of it made me groan. Ava knew what that meant and let go of my cock right away. I worried it might be too late. I looked down and watched it bounce a few times, felt the furious itch of semen travelling towards the tip. I closed my eyes. I thought of Bennie, my dog from when I was a boy. The feeling ebbed slowly. As soon as I opened my eyes to see Jake inside my wife, it started to creep back.

  She was still looking at me, Jenny was. I could feel Ava's gaze on me too, from my side. Her hand hovered in front of me, ready to pull me to release as soon as I gave the word.

  Inside or outside? A pulse of panic shot through me. Not because I wanted to stop all this. Not because I wanted to make Ava and Jake go away. Not because of what I was staring at, my wife being fucked by another man. It came because of the answer. The answer to Ava's question.

  It came when I realized how hot it would be, to watch him come inside her tight pussy. Not just that. I imagined going over there when he'd finished, watching him lift his heavy frame off her, me staring at her stretched cunt the whole time. I imagined seeing his seed trickle out of her, wondering if some of it had taken inside. The thought made me throb.

  "Out...outside," I stammered, pushing hard against the urge to say the other word. I said it loud enough for the whole room to hear. I glanced at Ava to see her smile had widened. I heard Jake's fucking get louder on the bed.

  A shrill sound came suddenly from that direction. I jerked my head back to see it was coming from Jenny. Her mouth was open and it sounded like she was...singing. It took a moment and watching her nails dig into Jake's back to realize she was riding the wave of another orgasm.

  As I thought of what it felt like for him, for Jake, to feel my wife's tight cunt clutching at his cock, I felt Ava's fingers wrap again around my own.

  I moaned. I hadn't meant to. It just sort of came out on its own. Ava's touch, Jake's fucking, now furious to get to climax. Ava tightened her grip and started to stroke the whole length of me. I felt the cum inside me start to move again.

  Jake groaned. A loud and guttural sound that brought Jenny down to earth. She was beneath him again. But her expression changed. Her whole body had. Now she wasn't just lying there, taking his cock the way she did with mine. Now her hips started moving slightly back and forth. She was staring deep into his eyes and her back arched up with each of his thrusts.

  I realized what she was doing. She was opening herself for him. So he could drive himself in deep, close to her womb.

  As a wave of pleasure surged through me I bleated "Outside!" again. It wasn't like I'd wanted to. It was like the moan. It came out on its own. I wanted to see his seed deep inside of Jenny, but I didn't want to chance the...I didn't want to chance it...as hot as it might have seemed right then.

  "Relax honey," Ava cooed, her hand still rubbing warm magic into my rod. "We heard you."

  Suddenly Jake pulled himself out. He clutched his cock in a fist as I watched his bulk scramble up the bed. My jaw dropped open. I had no idea what he was doing. I had no idea what he was about to do.

  The first hot blast of white seed hit Jenny's cheek with a splurt. For a second I saw the shock in her eyes. She'd never...we'd never...done anything like this. It only lasted a split second. I bet he didn't even notice because as soon as she realized what was happening she smiled.

  It was a devious, sinful smile. Like she knew she was doing something terrible. Like she knew she was letting herself be used for something really bad but she couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to. She wanted to let this dirty man that wasn't her husband turn her into a dirty little whore.

  Maybe that I could have dealt with. Maybe the memory of that smile would have faded, eventually. What she did next I'll carry with me to my grave, for better or for worse.

  She opened her mouth, that little slut did. She opened her mouth wide and pushed out her tiny pink tongue, the way she'd done when she'd taken me. Jake used it, too. He used it to come on. He pointed the hard and sloppy head of his cock at it and I watched him throb by his own hand again. Then I saw another thick rope of cum pulse from him and land on Jenny's tongue. Then another. Then another. Then another. Until he had nothing left. Then he stroked himself again and grunted. That's when Ava sent me over the edge.

  I'd barely noticed how fast she'd been handling me, how firmly. The orgasm burst out of me with a shout. I didn't want to, but I looked down. I looked down at the strange woman's hand around my cock as she pumped my seed out of me. I watched myself spurt helpless and impotent on the tile floor, my cum coagulating there in a sad, muddy white pool.

  My whole body shook. She pumped a good four or five bursts out of me. I was even surprised at how much there was. She brought me down slow and easy. I looked back up.

  Jenny's cheek was still slathered in Jake's white seed. Her mouth was still open, her tongue still stuck out. She was waiting. Waiting for his command. He put a thumb on her lip.

  "Swallow it up, baby girl," he growled.

  Her tongue disappeared, back inside her mouth. She was still staring at him. I watched the muscles of her throat flex. She swallowed with a loud gulp. His thumb swept across her cheek, gathering up the sperm he'd shot there. As soon as he'd collected most of it, he pushed his thick thumb past her lips.

  She sucked his seed off like a good little slut.

  I let out a whimper and pushed Ava's hand, which was still stroking me softly, away. I staggered towards the bed, towards my Jenny. She turned and noticed me. Ava and Jake seemed to sink back into the shadows of the room.

  We looked at each other, Jenny and I. I was suddenly obsessed. I was obsessed with the skin on her cheek where his seed had landed. I was obsessed with each part of her body that he'd touched. I was obsessed with her mouth...with what he'd left there. I clambered onto the bed, pressed myself close to her. I stared into her eyes.

  Then I pressed my lips to hers, pushed my tongue into her mouth. I needed to know, desperately, what it tasted like. What another man's potent seed tasted like inside my wife's soft mouth.

  Chapter 11

  The sound of high-heeled shoes clacking along the tile floor in the hallway woke me up. It took a second to remember who I was, where I was. As soon as I did, I looked at the alarm beside our bed.

  Seven-thirty.

  We were back at home.

  What day was it? Saturday. Where the hell was my wife?

  The clatter of heels got softer. I realized it was her. She was headed for the door. I jumped up, out of the bed. I didn't care that I was naked.

  "Hey!"

  She spun around, her face defiant. She crossed her arms.

  "Hey yourself." There wasn't too much kindness to the words.

  "What are you doing? What are you doing out here? Dressed like that?"

  She had on her Sunday best. A floral print that dipped just below the knee. High black heels and a Sunday hat. Red lipstick an
d white gloves. My cock swelled just looking at her.

  "I'm going to church Reg."

  I sort of took a step back in my mind when she said it. It wasn't a voice I'd heard before. Full of...conviction. Like she'd had a dream about how to stand up for herself and now wanted to try it out, to see if it worked.

  My own dreams came floating from the dark shadows of a sleep-adled mind, followed by memories. Memories of last night. More blood moved to my cock.

  "Well, what the hell are you doing going to church on a Saturday? Isn't it Saturday?" My head had started to spin. Partly from all the blood moving to my cock and partly from what I was starting to remember about the night before. We'd barely talked on the car ride home. We hadn't said a word about it in bed.

  "It is."

  "Well, what are you doing going to church on a Saturday then?"

  Something made me look down. My cock stiffened even more. Above the black leather strap of the high heel she was wearing, the anklet glistened in the light.

  "I thought someone ought to."

  "Someone ought to what?" I growled, moving towards her. I was barely in control of myself. I wanted, no, I needed to have her again, right then and there.

  "Someone ought to go and ask for forgiveness. Maybe say a penance."

  I'd reached her by the last word. She smelled like flower perfume. I wondered if she'd put some on her cunt. I wanted to sink between her thighs and taste her again.

  "Forgiveness for what?" I growled, pressing into her neck with a kiss. She didn't push me away. She didn't tilt her head to one side, either.

  "For what happened last night." Her answer was simple, matter-of-fact, even. Like it was just what one did after letting another man fuck you. You went to church to ask for forgiveness. Even if it was a Saturday.

  I didn't know what the hell to think. I straightened up, suddenly very aware of how dishevelled and primal I looked in contrast to her. It made me even harder. I wanted to take her like that, me naked and her in her Sunday best.