The Village Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  "You telling me you didn't like it?" I asked, staring her straight in the eye.

  "I didn't say that."

  She didn't flinch. She didn't look away. Hell, she didn't even look like it mattered to her at all. It was a little...more than a little disconcerting. What the hell was this?!? Where was the respect? She was supposed to be my wife.

  I pulled her dress up with one hand and shoved the other in between her legs. My jaw dropped open. The little slut wasn't wearing any underwear. Jenny was going to go to church with nothing but a dress on. Like a dirty little whore.

  But that wasn't the only thing. That wasn't the only damn thing that made me do what I did next. As soon as my fingers touched the tiny patch of fur above her snatch I knew I wasn't going to have any other choice. She was soaked. That little cunt that had been licked and fucked the night before was as soaked as I'd ever felt it.

  Something took over inside me, I don't know what. I yanked her purse out of her hand and threw it on the floor. Her tits were pushed together with a bra and formed a nice cleft for me to stare at as I grabbed her ass.

  She let out a little gasp as I lifted her up and stepped between her thighs, but she must have known what was coming.

  My cock was hard as a rock. I leaned her against the door and let her slide slowly down it until I felt the heat of her wet sex against the head of mine.

  I don't know what I expected, what I wanted when I looked at her. She looked like she could barely be bothered. Like she barely cared I was doing this at all. That just made me hotter still. I let her sink lower, felt the head of my stiff shaft pushing past her soft, wet lips. I felt her thighs come up and circle round me until her legs were wrapped around my trunk. The little minx was as hot for a fuck as I was.

  I gave it to her. Careful not to upset her well styled hair, or kiss her and rub her makeup off, I just started thrusting, fucking myself up into the space between her legs.

  She put her arms on my shoulders. I groaned at the memory that brought, of the way she'd done that to Jake the night before. Except this time I was naked, fucking her against a door.

  "You little slut, you're soaking wet!" I seethed, my heart pounding as I struggled to keep my balance and fuck.

  She didn't say anything. She just stared at me with some faint inkling of a smile hidden somewhere behind the expression she was wearing.

  Everything came flooding through me. Watching Jake push between her thighs. Ava's hand on my cock. Inside or outside? Now this. Me fucking Jenny in her Sunday best. Up against a door, as if she were just a common whore.

  "Ah!" I cried as seed burst out of me and splashed deep into her womb. I bent my legs slightly, letting her settle on me even more. I jutted my hips up into her again, my body melting into the heat deep inside her cunt. I felt spurt after spurt pulse into her until I couldn't hold her up anymore. I pulled out and let her off slowly, staggering back myself.

  I looked up to see her straightening her dress, then picking up her purse. Suddenly I felt vulnerable and exposed, naked as I was, my sagging cock dripping fluid.

  "What...what are you doing?" I stammered in a whisper as she turned towards the door.

  "What does it look like? I'm going to church, like I said."

  I was speechless. My mouth dropped open as she opened the door onto the sunny day outside. She walked out and closed it behind her. I stood there, shaking my head at what had just happened and wondering if I was still dreaming.

  I knew I wasn't, though. I could never get off that way in a dream. No. Jenny had just walked out the door with no panties on beneath her dress and a pussy full of my cum. She was going to sit there, listening to John, Pastor John drone on about something holy with that stuff oozing from her dirty little cunt.

  The thought made my cock jump a little. What the hell was wrong with me? What was I turning into?

  I shook the questions from my head and stumbled towards the bathroom. A shower and a coffee would set me straight.

  Chapter 12

  The paperboy had come in the meantime while Jenny was at church and I tried reading the sports section with my second cup of coffee. There was no hope of concentrating on the scores, though. My mind just kept running over and over what had happened the night before. Then the thought of what I'd done to her just that morning, knowing she'd gone to church like that...full of me.

  When I heard the car in the drive, I sat there telling myself I wouldn't look at her funny or ask her any questions about anything, unless she brought it up. As soon as I saw her, that thought vanished. It was all I could do to keep myself from leaping to my feet and running over to where she was taking the pins out of her pillbox hat.

  "So?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

  "So?" She glanced at me through the reflection in the mirror.

  "Are John's sermons any better on Saturdays than they are on Sundays?"

  I'd hoped it would get a reaction from her. That's why I'd said it. I'd hoped it would throw her off balance, not saying "Pastor" before his name. Calling his sermons dull. It didn't seem to faze her. That fact just fazed me.

  "He's a nice man."

  I furrowed my brow and felt a bit of bile come bubbling up, a sign of my impatience to have the conversation I knew we had to have. "Is he?" I muttered, turning my attention to the paper. I tried to dig in. I didn't want to be the one to bring it up. She should be. She was the woman. She should be the one worried about what had happened the night before. She should be the one to come to me and see if everything was okay. See if I'd still have her as a wife, after what she'd done.

  She just wandered into the kitchen. Without another word, she just wandered into the kitchen and I heard her pouring herself a coffee. I didn't know if she was testing me or what but I'd had enough. I threw the paper on the floor and stormed in after her.

  "Now look here, you're avoiding something and I want to know why!" I hollered, waving a hand in the air to punctuate my rage. This was important, dammit! She knew that. She should have known that. She put on a confused look. It made me mad in a way. It made me want to fuck her again, though, too.

  "What do you mean, Reg? Why don't you just say what you mean?"

  I felt my fury bubbling inside. I knew I oughta spank her again. I knew she knew full well what this was all about. I didn't want to spank her right then, though. I just wanted to have it all out. I just wanted to know...to know how she felt about it, too.

  "Look Jenny, I'm not sure what game you're playing with me..."

  "I'm not playing a game." Her answer was simple. If I hadn't known any better, I would have sworn she was giving it to me straight.

  "Yes you are!" I bleated. "Yes you are..." I echoed, trying to calm myself down. "A thing like that, a thing like last night, doesn't just happen and then not get talked about. At least that's not going to be the way it is with us Jenny, I can tell you that much!" I tried to sound commanding but it came out silly.

  "Reg, all you had to do was say. All you had to do was tell me that's what you wanted to talk about..."

  "Well, I'm telling you now!" I shouted.

  "Okay Reg." She was so calm. It made me even angrier, how calm she was.

  "Why are you being like that?!?" I snarled.

  "Like what?"

  "Like nothing happened!"

  I think maybe that was the first time I'd ever seen anger in my wife's eyes. Her jaw tightened. Her shoulders came up a bit, too. I hadn't seen anything like it before. I'd never seen her act like that. It did make me feel a little better, though. That she was feeling something, too.

  "Reg," she started and her voice was quiet but full of fire. She brought a hand up, one stiff finger pointing at me and shaking slightly. "What is it you'd have me do, Reg?"

  I wasn't quite sure what to say to that. She never talked to me that way. "Now look here..." I started, putting up a finger of my own.

  "No. It's your turn to listen." There was no room for debate. Her voice shook a little, like her finger, but it left no room to
say anything. "You think I'm a whore?"

  Stunned, I let the question linger in the sunny silence of the kitchen.

  "Jenny, what in the hell are you..."

  "Answer me. Do you think I'm a whore?"

  I didn't know what the hell to say. I didn't know what the hell it was she wanted to hear. She just stood there, staring at me.

  "Of course I don't think you're a damn whore..." I tried to muster some anger of my own.

  "How come you treat me like one then, Reggie? How come you treat me like a whore?"

  I felt myself start fuming. What kind of man was I anyway, to let my wife talk to me like that? I cooled my temper with a couple deep breaths and stepped towards her.

  "I don't treat you like a whore and I won't have you saying that I do," I growled.

  She didn't back down. She just kept staring at me with those angry eyes.

  "You have me like one. You have me any time you like. You just use me, don't you Reg?"

  Well dammit, that one stung a little. Probably because she'd hit a piece of truth in there somewhere. I didn't like to think of it that way, that I used her. I was her husband. I had a certain right, a certain expectation that she meet my needs. I'd been pretty brazen about it lately, though. Pretty uncaring.

  "Well if that's the way you feel..." I trailed off, trying to sound wounded. It worked. Her body eased. The corners of her lips turned down. Now she looked like she was going to cry. I stepped towards her, pulled her close. This part I was good at, picking up the pieces that I'd broken.

  "I'm...I'm sorry. I'm sorry about that, Reggie," she said, looking up and shaking her head. "I don't know what came over me."

  "Hey, there's no need to say sorry for being honest," I consoled. "I deserved hearing that as much as you deserved saying it."

  "It's just...it's just that..." She couldn't continue. Tears welled in her eyes and started rolling down her cheeks as she melted into quiet sobs against my chest.

  I let her shake like that for a while. I put a hand on her back and gave her a rub. This was all better now. Now I was back in the lead. Now she could count on me. I liked this. All I had to do when she was like this was to be strong for her. That, I could do.

  "Oh Reg," she sighed once she'd stopped sniffling. "What did we do Reg? What did we do?"

  I looked down at her with a benevolent smile. It all felt much better now.

  "That's what I wanted...that's what I wanted to talk to you about. That's what I wanted you to talk about."

  She just kept staring, hoping I had the answers.

  "Aw hell," I groaned, looking out the window into the sunny yard. "I don't know Jenny. I don't know what to say."

  "Did we do wrong, Reggie? Was it wrong what we did last night?" she whispered, her voice strained.

  I knew I had to be strong for her, even if I didn't have it all sorted out myself.

  "Jenny, don't you believe that for a second." I said it firm, with no room for questions. "Hell, we're two adults here and we can do whatever we damn well please. There's a whole world out there. Sure, we're probably a little sheltered from some of it but there's no saying that the way we do things is the only way. Look at Jake and Ava. They've a great marriage. It's a little outside the ordinary and they wanted to show us a little about it, that's all."

  Even though I wasn't making too much sense, I was starting to feel much better with each word. It's amazing how you can convince yourself of something if you just say it out loud. Even if it doesn't make much sense.

  I watched Jenny sigh and she put her head against my chest again, drying her eyes with a finger. I held her like that for a while in silence.

  "I liked it Reg."

  Her words cut right through me. I almost had to push her back. She would have noticed, though. She would have thought she'd said the wrong thing and probably started crying again. I didn't want that. I wanted her to feel safe. To feel like she could say whatever she wanted. Scary thing was it felt just as good hearing it as it felt bad. I didn't know what in the hell to think or do.

  "Is...is that all right?" she added, after I hadn't said anything for a while. "You're not mad about that, are you Reggie?" She looked up with those big doll eyes of hers, still glistening from the tears she'd cried.

  "Of course I'm not mad," I answered, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I needed time. I needed some space. I needed to sort out how the hell I felt, not just about the night before but about her saying it. I needed to get outside.

  "I'm happy about that. I'm happy you're not mad," she said.

  I kept holding her like that because she seemed to want it but my mind was racing, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse, to leave and be alone.

  "I'm glad you're not mad Reg," she repeated. I looked down to see her staring up at me again. "I'm glad cause...I hope they'll want to do it again. Do you?"

  Chapter 13

  I could feel my heart thundering against the walls of my chest as I stood there looking down at her. I could feel my pupils contract, my blood pressure spike. I started seeing spots. It was all I could do just to keep myself standing.

  "I do, honey. I do." I managed to say it rather than croak it, which is what I thought it was going to come out like, the way my throat felt.

  She smiled. She shrugged her shoulders, then squeezed me and put her head on my chest again. I hoped she couldn't hear my heart.

  "Oh Reg," she purred as soon as she felt the rhythm of it pounding against her cheek. "You're so excited!"

  When she looked back up, her smile had turned mischievous. I tried to smile back at her that way but all I wanted was a way out.

  "How about I make some lunch?" she said finally.

  "I'm starving," I blurted, overwhelmed with relief for the out.

  Jenny let go of me and bounced lightly towards the counter.

  "I'm going for a stroll," I called out, not bothering to wait for her reaction. I was out the door before she could say a word.

  I tried my best not to run down the drive and onto the road. I wanted it to look like a stroll from the kitchen window. Partway down, though, I couldn't take the feeling in my chest any longer. I had to get some of the energy inside me out and it seemed the only way to do it was by running. I could always explain away the reason later.

  As I ran down the road, my mind felt like it was spinning out of control. Questions crowded in left and right. What had we done last night?

  Why had I just stood and watched, let another woman make me come as her husband fucked my wife? Just the thought of it sent a surge of jealousy through me. The jealousy never stayed in its form long enough for me to make something of it. It always turned into something else. It always turned into the image of Jenny with her legs spread on the bed, welcoming Jake's thick bulk, welcoming her strange new lover into her willing cunt.

  I thought it over so many times it probably wore a groove in my mind. When I couldn't think about that anymore, I started thinking about the sound her words had made in the kitchen.

  I hope they'll want to do it again. Do you? Those last two words rang over and over in my head. I didn't know what to think about it. I mean, I wouldn't have let any of that happen if I hadn't wanted it to. But hearing Jenny talk like that, that she liked it so much, that she wanted to do it again. Well, that just wasn't Jenny. That wasn't my wife. Something had gotten into her and I needed to get it out. Set her straight. Back to the way she was.

  Without realizing it, I'd run almost all the way into the village. The little white church steeple was bright in the morning sun. The dark shape of a man hammering at the siding drew my eye. I slowed down to see who it was.

  He was a big fella and well built, too. He had on workers gloves and a hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. His black skin seemed to soak in all the light being reflected off the siding. When he saw me he gave me a nod. A figure emerged from the small door of the church.

  "Howdy Reg!"

  I forced a smile. I was still uneasy from all that I'd been thinking abou
t on the way over, but it was good to talk to someone.

  "Hiya John." I climbed the first step and shook his hand. He had a fine shake. Pretty firm for a man who spent most of his time thinking and preaching. "Good sermon today?" I asked, half-joking.

  He gave me a kind of puzzled look that turned into a smile. "Ha ha, yeah, sure! Jenny tell you all about it?"

  I felt a little awkward, that she hadn't. Had he really expected her to?

  "I was...busy in the garage. You know Saturdays," I mumbled.

  He laughed again. "Say no more, Reg. Say no more." The smile cracked into a frown. "You're not going to abandon us Sunday mornings, are you Reg?"

  I smiled and shook my head. I'd forgotten what it meant, to live in a small place like this. Everyone's business was everyone's business. "No, John, not at all. Jenny just felt a...special need come on this morning."

  I was embarrassed as hell about it, but I couldn't help that my cock stirred at the memory of the state she'd come here in.

  "Ah!" he nodded his understanding. "We all have that sometimes, don't we Reg? For something deeper? Outside the regular routine?"

  His words made me shudder. It was just the mood that morning, that made them sound ominous. Like he knew more about me than I knew he did.

  "We sure do, John. We sure do."

  He nodded again. "I'm glad she feels the parish is a good and safe place to come and find solace from this topsy-turvy world."

  "Sure, John. Sure." The labourer working on the siding had caught my eye again. He was lifting one of the giant boards, his muscles rippling at the strain.

  "Ah!" John cried, "you've probably not yet met Antoine?"

  "Can't say I have," I replied.

  "Well," John exclaimed, clasping his hands together, "you must! Antoine is our local master-of-all-trades. Cars, carpentry, plumbing, you name it and he'll fix it for you!"

  John's enthusiasm for...well, everything, was slightly nauseating. I stretched a hand out towards Antoine.

  "Pleasure to meet you Antoine. The name's Reginald but most just call me Reg."