The Neighborhood Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  The Neighborhood Wife

  A Hotwife Fantasy

  by

  Jason Lenov

  Copyright 2017 Jason Lenov

  Thirteenth Line Publications

  This book is a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those that are clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, companies, organizations, events, or products, is purely coincidental.

  All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Also by Jason Lenov

  Chapter 1

  My hand slid down Lorelei's back and settled on her ass.

  Her father gave one last honk of the horn and the kids made funny faces from the back seat as we watched them drive away.

  One whole week.

  She reached behind her back and picked my hand off, turning to smile sweetly at me. “I still have to go to work today, remember?”

  My sweet Lorelei.

  Still smiling, she turned and walked back into the house.

  Normally I would have accepted the dismissal and moved on.

  Normally there would be dishes to wash or laundry to fold or any number of excuses not to fuck. It was annoying how adventures were replaced by responsibilities once you had kids.

  But this wasn't normally. I'd convinced Allan and Betty, Lorelei's parents, to take the kids and I wasn't about to go on doing things normally for the whole week.

  So after closing the door I jogged down the hallway after her, grabbed her by the arm and spun her around.

  She looked a little surprised. There was a flash of disbelief in her blue eyes at my brashness, replaced almost immediately by a mischief I hadn't seen in a long time.

  “I thought maybe you could call in sick?”

  Her sweet smile turned sly. “Is that what you thought?”

  Was it true? Could it be? Was she actually playing along?

  It had been so damn long since I'd seen her like this, the way she used to be, that I could barely recognize her.

  “You're so funny,” she said, shaking her head.

  “What?”

  “Just that that's the first thing you think of. Is that all you ever think about?” she asked.

  “You mean sex?”

  Lorelei scrunched her nose up at the word and shook her head. “Yes, sex,” she replied, blushing a little at saying it.

  I pulled her close and put on my best tough-guy voice. “Only if it's with you, baby.”

  I did a terrible job.

  But it made Lorelei giggle and that was something. That was better than her pushing me away and saying she had to go, right?

  She let my hands glide along her generous curves until they came to rest on the soft shelf of her ass.

  When I leaned in, she tilted her head and let me nuzzle against the softest spot of her neck. Her smile widened and she even wrapped her hands around my waist.

  My cock was already half-hard and as I pulled her closer it rubbed against her pelvis.

  Lorelei giggled and moved her hips back, turning her head to one side as if she'd never done anything so lewd in her life.

  “So?” I whispered. “A quickie before you go?” I paused, studying the blush on her cheeks. Only the very roundest parts would go red when she felt shy, it was the sweetest thing. “Or should we just take the whole day?” I whispered. I leaned in slowly, tilted my head and pressed my lips against hers in a soft kiss.

  Lorelei rewarded my efforts with the thing I love most in the world. The feeling of the prudish tension leaving her body. Whenever that happened, when her posture softened with desire, I knew I'd done what needed to be done.

  I was in.

  I held the kiss for a moment longer, careful not to use any tongue. There was still a chance of spoiling what I'd achieved and that was one of the ways it could be done.

  Lorelei wasn't a fickle creature but she was a bit of a prude.

  Letting go of her ruby lips, I let mine drift down into the graceful curve of her neck, to where her skin was softest. I kissed her gently there and smiled at the shudder I felt run down her back.

  Then, just as slowly, I lifted my head up to look into her steel blue eyes again. Their usual sharp color had also softened somewhat. These were all good signs.

  “So?” I asked.

  Lorelei's pursed her lips into the thinnest of smiles and shook her head. “Oh you just think you're so clever, don't you Jake Winters? Playing me like that?”

  I slackened my jaw in mock outrage. Part of our little courtship dance was playing my part, the character that Lorelei needed me to be.

  “Oh, stop,” she muttered, then turned her slender wrist to look at the delicate silver watch she was wearing. “Alright. Fine. But I'm not calling in sick. I can't let the girls down.”

  Damn it.

  “Go. I'll meet you in the bedroom,” she said, turning to head for the bathroom of our little shoe-box bungalow.

  It was half of a victory and that would have to be good enough. I snuck into the bedroom before she even made it to the bathroom and before she could change her mind.

  “And draw the blinds!”

  Sigh.

  Don't get me wrong. I was grateful for what I had. Hell, there are men on this planet that get a tenth of what I get from Lorelei and think it's enough. It's just that, I've always had a little more of an itch than she has.

  We'd only been married for two years before we had the kids. Lorelei was amazing about taking care of me even after they were in the picture. The way she did it, though, was always more or less the same.

  She hated having the lights on. Still does. She would lie on her back under the covers and let me crawl between her legs. Sometimes she'd put her hands on my back.

  She would never look me in the eye.

  I could touch her breasts but not too much.

  That kind of thing. You know what I'm talking about, right?

  The sound of the toilet flushing made me realize I hadn't done any of what was necessary to put Lorelei in the mood.

  Tugging my pants off I danced over to the window, swept the curtains shut, then hopped over to the bed. I managed to tug my shirt off over my head on the way there and dive under the covers the moment Lorelei stepped into the room.

  As our eyes met, she giggled, closed the door which brought the room to near-darkness, then waved at me. “Close your eyes!”

  Yeah. That kind of thing.

  “Baby... “ I said, starting to protest. Lorelei was my buxom blonde goddess and I loved how curvy she was. Trouble was, I could never really get a good look at her with her clothes off. She was too shy.

  “Ah-ah!” she snapped. “I'm not having this argument now! Either close your eyes or I'm going to work! I'm already late.”

  She couldn't help bu
t smile as she was saying it. My perpetually cheerful Lorelei.

  “Okay, okay,” I grumbled and closed my eyes the way kids do when they're not allowed to peek.

  Lorelei narrowed hers and then, as if to check whether mine were really shut, poked out her tongue.

  Yes, she could be a little naive at times, too.

  I stayed completely still and this seemed to convince her that my eyes were really shut. She reached behind herself and unzipped the back of the floral print sundress she was wearing.

  My cock lurched as the fabric fell away from her and into a puddle on the floor.

  Lorelei's breasts shook slightly as she stepped to one side. Two creamy mounds of flesh pressed together by her conservative white bra. I think Lorelei was a little bit shy of their size as well because they drew men's attention but she'd never say anything like that.

  She reached back again, unclasped her bra, then leaned forward to let the straps slide down her arms.

  Good Lord that made me hard!

  Her nipples were hard. They were pink and her aereolae were quite small but the were longer than most women's and were begging to be sucked.

  It was my dream to suck her nipples one day, though I knew it would probably never happen.

  Lorelei didn't go in for that sort of the thing.

  Then, to my surprise, as she was reaching down to remove her underwear, she did something I'd never seen her do before. Glancing at me to make sure my eyes were still closed, she reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands.

  She bit her lip, squeezed them a bit, then let her fingers slide down to her nipples and pinched them!

  My cock actually moved the sheets and the motion made Lorelei look up. She narrowed just one eye.

  Shit.

  The gig was up.

  I was just about to open my mouth and explain, or apologize, or something, when Lorelei threw another curve ball my way. She circled one nipple with the tip of her finger making it harden even more.

  Of course my cock hardened again, tenting the sheet.

  “You cheater!” she shouted, then promptly dove under the sheets, her cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment.

  Even though I felt a little bad for peeking, her little exhibitionistic tease had me rock hard and pumped full of raw courage. I rolled over onto her, kissed the softest part of her neck again, then pressed my lips against her ear. “Baby that was so hot!” I whispered.

  Lorelei tried to curl her body up and away from me, giggling. “Oh stop it! You know I hate it when you look at me!”

  “Hmm,” I said, breaking our usual protocol and letting my hand slide down her belly towards her thighs. “I'm not sure you do.”

  Lorelei was just about to push my arm away and tell me to stop it again when I plunged my fingers into her underwear and between her legs.

  I was welcomed by the slick juices of her wet sex and a genuine gasp from my wife.

  For a moment it felt like time had stopped. Despite our eight years of marriage, neither of us had been in that particular position before. I don't think I'd even ever put my hand between her legs.

  Our eyes met in the darkness.

  For a moment I felt a connection to Lorelei I'd never felt before. My whole body hummed with it. It was new. It was fresh. There was potential in that moment that went beyond our happy marriage.

  I dared myself to delve deeper. I closed my eyes, leaned in and kissed Lorelei on the lips, then pushed my fingers into her body.

  Her breasts heaved against me as she shuddered with pleasure. A soft moan escaped her, the sound moving into my mouth.

  Inspired by this unknown Lorelei I plunged my tongue into her mouth and pressed it against hers.

  I knew something had changed irrevocably when she pushed back.

  My cock went iron-hard as my tongue played with hers, my fingers dipping into her soaked and heated sex. I was about to roll onto her and savour the feeling of her soft thighs on mine when her hands darted down and grabbed my arm.

  “Please don't stop!” she begged in a whisper.

  I couldn't believe it but I didn't dare stop.

  Lorelei's body started shaking, her nails digging into my arm as I slid my fingers in and out. I kissed her again, then leaned back.

  Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a gentle “O.” She was obviously lost in her own world of passion and she looked incredible.

  I dared a glance at her breasts that were swaying gently on her chest as her hips ground back against my hand.

  Suddenly her body went stiff. Her eyes popped open, her jaw dropped. Then, curling like a flower folding for the night, she let out an almost operatic moan as an orgasm ripped down her body, curling her toes.

  For the first time ever, I'd made Lorelei come with my hand.

  Chapter 2

  I was so turned on by the whole thing and so worried that she would change her mind about having sex as she drifted back to reality, that I wasted no time in crawling between her legs and finding the moist opening of her sheath with the head of my cock.

  Lorelei assumed her usual posture, her legs spreading dutifully for me, hips tilting up to give me access.

  But this time her eyes came up and met mine.

  As I slid my hardened flesh into her hot, tight slit, she bit her lower lip and sucked in a breath.

  Duty and, I guess concern, got the better of me. “You okay?” I asked.

  Instead of looking away, or blushing or just nodding quickly to get away from the acknowledgement that we were two humans coupling, that we were husband and wife doing what husband's and wives do, that we were fucking, Lorelei whispered “yes.”

  And raised one eye.

  I know. I know. You think it's not a big deal. But here's the thing, it was a big deal. It was a huge deal! It was the hottest damn thing she'd ever done!

  Besides just being her, that is.

  I pushed my cock to the hilt up into her hot pussy, then pulled back.

  Lorelei put her hands up on my shoulders and we almost fell into the same old thing, the same routine, the same tired fuck. But instead of leaving them there, she let them drift down.

  Down her fingers went, glancing over my shoulder blades and sending shivers down my back and straight into my cock. Down past the small of my back where they tickled a little. Down, down until they settled on my ass.

  Lorelei pulled me into herself. Her breasts shook. Her eyes never left mine.

  Holy fuck.

  I started thrusting into her with everything I had.

  Her hot pussy got tighter and more wet with each hard rut of my cock. Her hands stayed on my ass, squeezing and kneading it as if she were trying to get more out of me than I could give.

  As my nuts seized up and my orgasm loomed, I saw Lorelei's cheeks twitch. She furrowed her brow. A look somewhere between concern and and hope settled on her face.

  It dawned on me what was happening. She was trying to come again! Lorelei wanted to have another orgasm!

  Okay, so here's the other thing about Lorelei. It's not that I'm a terrible lover. I try to be sensitive. It's just that it takes a lot of work to make her come. A lot.

  So we kind of have this unspoken agreement that it doesn't happen every single time and that that's okay. Otherwise we'd be going at it for, like, half an hour, right?

  So to be inside of Lorelei on the cusp of an orgasm and have her trying for number two? It... it sort of put a lot of pressure on me. I'm not terrific under pressure.

  My body seized as cum raced through the shaft of my cock. I let out a massive groan and fell onto Lorelei, my hips still jerking and spasming out the rest of my climax.

  The orgasm was powerful but fast and as soon as it was over I felt a little bad. Still inside her, I dared to look at her.

  She didn't make me roll off. Didn't look away, even. Just... stared back.

  "Sorry about that," I muttered.

  Lorelei gave me a puzzled look. "Sorry?" she asked.

  "I... uh, I just though
t you were... "

  She bit her lip. Then she started giggling, her button nose shaking a little. Then she made me roll off. "I am so late!" she squealed.

  Tearing the covers off the bed as she jumped up, she bounded towards the door and out of the room, slamming the door of the bathroom shut as she went inside.

  I just lay there, naked and confused about what, exactly, had just happened between us.

  Yes. That is how ordinary our sex life was. That even something so mundane gave me pause for thought.

  The day went on.

  Lorelei went to work.

  When we'd first moved to Trenton she'd taken a job at the florists because she was getting bored at home. Despite the fact that I made enough to support us, she enjoyed having something to do so the job kind of stuck.

  Having taken the day off, I lounged around the house surfing the internet and watching satellite TV with one hand shoved down the sweat pants I was wearing while the other held a beer.

  By the time Lorelei got home I was pleasantly tipsy and feeling frisky again. Because of that morning's success and the pleasant glow the beer had brought, I sauntered up to Lorelei as she stood in front of the fridge staring in and looking for something to eat.

  I took a deep breath, smiled, then put my hands on her shoulders and gave them a little rub.

  But something was not right.

  "Everything okay?" I asked.

  Lorelei nodded but I could tell it wasn't sincere. She was staring out the window into the street and seemed to be in a daze.

  "Hey," I said, spinning her around so she was facing me. "What's going on? You have a bad day at work?"

  Lorelei shook her head, blushed, then lowered her eyes. Then she shrugged my hands off her shoulders and started walking towards the kitchen. "It's nothing," she mumbled.

  Well, that wasn't going to fly. I followed her into the kitchen studying her face to see if I might be able to figure out what the heck she was on about. "Lori, you look like you've seen a ghost! Come on will you please tell me what's going on?"