The Neighborhood Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  But with the way our relationship was transforming, opening up, it felt like, I didn’t want to do anything that would put the brakes on.

  “Jake, forgive the intrusion, it’s a little gauche, I know, but what is it you do, exactly?”

  Shanice’s voice brought me out of my memories and back onto the couch with her.

  I smiled. I always enjoyed getting asked because I always liked to see people’s reactions. “I’m actually a fragrance chemist.”

  Whereas the answer would normally get a look of shock, Shanice seemed absolutely non-plussed. “I see,” she said, waving her wine in front of her nose. “Who do you work for?”

  “Uh, believe it or not, Dior.”

  This elicited a weak smile, which I wasn’t sure whether I should be insulted by or what.

  “That is a coincidence,” she said after taking a sip of her Merlot.

  I’m not sure why her nonchalance got under my skin so much but it did. “How so?” I replied, trying not to sound too curt.

  “Because I worked at Dior for quite some time.”

  Not at all what I’d been expecting. “Really?”

  Finally, Shanice gave me a real smile. “Really. And believe it or not, I would have sworn that is what you did from the moment you walked through our front door.”

  “Hm,” was all I could think of in reply. I wondered whether she was going to start reading my palms next.

  “Not going to ask why?” she said, arching a brow, her glass dangling perilously from three fingers.

  She was almost a caricature of herself, that’s how larger than life her movements were. Almost. It was on the edge of being laughable but came across as classy.

  “Okay. I’ll bite. Why?”

  Shanice smiled a warm smile. “You have that look about you,” she said, drawing a circle in the air with the tip of her index finger, still just barely holding the wine glass.

  “And what look is that?” I said, taking a sip from my own glass.

  Shanice narrowed her eyes. “There’s a look that Dior sniffers, that’s what you guys called yourselves, right? As a joke?”

  I guffawed. Either she had really done her homework or she had actually worked at Dior. “Yeah. That’s right.”

  “Yes,” she went on, “it’s that look. You were all the same. All handsome, good builds, strong features and still really, really smart. It was uncanny how similar you all were.”

  “Huh,” I answered. “I guess I’d never given it much thought,” I mused, trying to remember what the guys in the lab looked like. “So, what did you do when you were at Dior?” I asked.

  “I was head of sales for the North American division.”

  My eyes went a little wide. “Oh. Wow.” Head of sales for North America was a big deal. A huge deal. “Did you… I mean… how did you guys, you know, end up here?”

  Speaking of gauche questions. I realized it as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Not that it was a bad neighborhood that we were in or anything, we were doing alright. It just wasn’t corporate salary level alright. You know?

  “Sorry,” I muttered, “I didn’t mean… “ Shanice laughed and waved away my embarrassment. “Don’t worry. It’s all good. We had the… what they call the “good life,” she said, air-quoting. “The huge house, the three cars, the enormous mortgage. And then one day both of us sort of looked at each other and said, almost at the same time, what the hell are we doing all this for? We had all this stuff and no time.”

  “Really?” That was a little difficult to swallow but, okay.

  “Really. We cashed out. The kids were already out of the house by then. We had them kind of young. There was nothing tying us down to working all the time. A house like this is a hell of a lot easier on the wallet than what we were living in.”

  I don’t know why that made me feel vaguely uneasy. Maybe because these two seemed like such go-getters all of a sudden. A corporate job at Dior? A ballerina? People like that, that do that kind of stuff, people who know what they want and go after it kind of scared me. I’d sort of fallen into all the good stuff that happened to me in my life and hadn’t really had to work all that hard to get there.

  “So what are you guys going to do now? Are you retired?” I asked.

  Shanice’s mouth turned up in a cheerful smile. “Whatever we want,” she said quietly. She glanced down at my body and I swear I’m not just being arrogant when I say she was checking me out. I was sure that she was because her stance changed, too.

  She set the wineglass she’d been swinging around on the small table beside her, crossed one leg over the other and sidled up a little closer to me on the couch.

  I suddenly felt a little vulnerable and a little bit shy. Which is funny because that’s the last word I’d use to describe myself but Shanice… Shanice had this air about her. She wasn’t your normal kind of woman who laughed at the right times and did her best to not make men feel uncomfortable.

  Shanice was a huntress, that’s what it was.

  Which made me the prey.

  I suddenly became aware of the fact that I hadn’t seen Lorelei in the last twenty minutes. I couldn’t help but look towards the house and try to peer inside. I did my best to try to not make it too obvious but I guess I didn’t do a very good job.

  “Jake, relax. She’s alright.”

  I smiled weakly. “Oh I’m sure she’s alright, that’s not what I’m worried about,” I said, ending with a nervous guffaw.

  “Jake,” Shanice said, putting her hand on my arm. Her palm was pleasantly warm and deliciously soft. “Really, you can relax. Reg would never do anything he didn’t run by you first. You can take my word for it. We’re not here to try and destroy your marriage.”

  The funny smile she gave me when she said it sent a shiver down my back.

  “We’re here to have a good time.”

  Her hand slipped from my arm and settled on my thigh. Then she pushed her fingers a little further, running the tips of them along the inseam of the shorts I was wearing until they touched the outline of my bulging cock.

  I… here’s the thing. I sort of had a suspicion that something like this would happen when Reg had mentioned Shanice and talked about her. It seemed like they were really into… playing, or whatever you want to call it, together. So, sure, I should have figured that at some point this would come up.

  Trouble was, I hadn’t had the inclination or the time to bring it up with Lorelei. We’d been having such a time just living out this crazy new fantasy of her getting with Reg that, well, this just never came up.

  Now that I was sitting there with Shanice smiling at me and her chocolate colored hand gliding along my thigh, her fingertips grazing my cock, I knew I should probably tell her to stop. I should tell her to stop and then politely explain that I needed to talk to Lorelei about this but that when I did I’m sure everything would be alright.

  Ugh.

  But I’m a guy.

  I forget where I read it but someone wrote once about how amazing it was what men would do, how they would jeopardize their entire lives, careers that they’d built for the most trivial of sexual interactions. As long as it was new.

  I guess I didn’t think there was that much to jeopardize. That, and I couldn’t stop thinking with my cock.

  So instead of telling Shanice to stop, instead of delicately taking her hand away from my leg, I just sat there staring at her, my brain drenched in endorphins from her touch.

  “You ever let another woman touch your cock besides your wife, Jake?” Shanice asked quietly. She pressed her palm against my cock and squeezed it through my shorts.

  It was all so surreal that I kind of couldn’t believe it was happening. Not that I’m making excuses for my behaviour, it’s just that I kind of felt… seduced, you know? I shook my head, staring into her chocolate colored eyes.

  Shanice let her fingers glide up until she found my zipper and gave it a gentle tug.

  My cock jumped as she hooked her fingers into the elas
tic of my shorts and pulled them down. My cock sprang out, stiff and thick and ready for her to touch.

  Shanice arched a brow. “Oh, that’s a nice looking dick for a white boy!” She followed this with a girlish giggle as she swept her fingers up my shaft making it ache. “You don’t mind if I touch, do you?”

  Somehow in this moment, through the thick fog of pleasure and desire I realized that what I was doing was wrong. I needed to put my foot down about this. I had to talk to Lorelei first. This was going too far, too fast.

  But where the hell was Lorelei?

  “You know,” I started, my voice almost shaking from the effort it took. “I should… we haven’t really talked about this, Lorelei and me and I just… I feel like we should. It’s not that I’m not into it.”

  Shanice laughed. “Oh I know it’s not that, honey, trust me,” she said. “Why don’t you just relax about Lorelei anyways? I’m sure Reg is taking good care of her inside.”

  Of course hearing her say that made my cock bounce and harden because it made me wonder what, exactly, was going on inside with Reg and Lorelei.

  The motion did not go unnoticed by Shanice. Her eyes widened as she stared at my cock, then looked back up at my eyes. “Oh is that what you like?” she asked, one eye raised.

  Fuck. This did not seem good.

  “Honey,” she purred, sliding up even closer and wrapping her fist around my cock this time. “I can talk to you like that all night.”

  Well, I wish I could have been a stronger man. But the way she said it, the promise it held of the stories she could tell of what Reg would do to my wife coupled with the way her hand felt around my dick. I just… it was too much.

  You know what I mean, right? Any guy would have had a hard time saying no to that.

  Shanice started stroking her warm hand up and my bulging shaft, staring at it with a smile. “Tell me Jake, what’s that big black boy done to your pretty little white wife, huh? He fucked that pussy yet?” Shanice asked.

  Oh fuck. The thought of Reg fucking Lorelei’s pussy ballooned inside my mind again, hardening my cock in her hand.

  “Oh yes, baby,” Shanice purred. “You really like the thought of that. He done that yet?”

  I could tell my face had probably turned fifty shades of red by this point. I didn’t want to risk saying anything in case my voice came out as some awkward croak. So I just shook my head in response.

  “No? He hasn’t fucked her yet, huh? What’s got you all hot and bothered then? You watch him eat her pussy?”

  I shook my head again but couldn’t get the image of Reg’s mouth making out with Lorelei’s pussy lips, her thighs pressed against his cheeks.

  “Hasn’t even done that?” Shanice asked, sounding slightly confused. “What’s he been up to while I’ve been gone then? Huh?”

  It sounded like she really wanted an answer so I swallowed, cleared my throat and tried to ignore the tendrils of pleasure her hand was sending through my cock. “I watched them kiss,” I said quickly and quietly, just to get it out.

  Shanice guffawed and leaned back without letting go of my cock. The stroking stopped so abruptly it made my balls ache. “Hold on a sec, that’s all you’ve seen? You watched him kiss her and that’s what’s got you this hard?” Shanice asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

  I nodded, thoroughly embarrassed that I was such a novice to this that something so simple to her would have me so turned on.

  With her hand still on my cock, Shanice burst out laughing. “Oh honey, you are in for the ride of your life!”

  It was a little humiliating, to be honest. She did have my dick out and even though I knew she wasn’t laughing at that, it turned me a little sour the fact that she was laughing at all.

  “You know,” I said, trying to push her hand away, “I think we should probably just stop.”

  Shanice’s lips puckered into a pout and her eyes filled with regret. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad!” Still, she wouldn’t let go of my cock. “Come on Jake, don’t be a poor sport! I wasn’t laughing at you!”

  The apology sounded sincere enough but some part of my male pride still had me thinking that I should put my foot down and just stop this right now.

  Then Shanice started stroking my cock again. She wasn’t choking it anymore, just letting her fingers brush the veins along my shaft sending ripple after ripple of pleasure to my brain.

  Oh God. Okay. Just… just a minute or two. Then I’ll make her stop.

  “You like that, huh Jake? You want to hear some more about what Reg is going to do to Lorelei?” she asked. She smiled as my cock thickened in her hand. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  Shanice tightened her grip and slid her hand up so that her finger and thumb were just below my glans. She started a stronger stroke. “You know Reg loves to eat pussy, Jake?”

  Flex.

  “He likes to eat pussy but, you know, he likes white pussy the best?”

  Flex. Flex.

  At the thought of Reg feasting on Lorelei’s dripping snatch.

  “You haven’t even seen his cock yet, have you Jake? Ha! You have a nice cock but Reg is thick. A couple inches longer than this, too.”

  I swallowed hard. I knew I should tell her to stop but the truth was that now I couldn’t. Her little descriptions had me cruising just on the verge of an orgasm and I couldn’t, I just couldn’t make her stop.

  “I bet Lorelei’s pussy’s nice and tight, huh Jake?” she asked, then waited, apparently for an answer.

  I shook my head.

  “You’re in for a treat. You know there’s something white boys don’t know about. You can stuff a whole cock into a woman of any size, no matter how big it is.”

  Oh sweet fuck I was so close! A drop of precum oozed out of the head of my cock. I seethed.

  “Oh, you’re right on the edge, aren’t you?” Shanice teased.

  The patio door slid open. Lorelei stepped out, her eyes on the ground as she walked down the steps with a drink in her hand.

  Time slowed down.

  As she looked up her mouth fell open. Then her eyes opened wide, a look of shock spreading across her face.

  “There’s your wife now, Jake,” Shanice whispered, her mouth so close to me I could feel her hot breath on my cheek. “Now come!” Gripping me hard with her fist, she started to pump.

  I groaned as cum splattered out of my cock, shooting up into the air before slapping back down onto Shanice’s black hand.

  Lorelei almost jumped back at the sight of it, pressing a hand to her chest in shock.

  Reg, who was behind her, smiled, then put a hand on her shoulder.

  My orgasm exploded inside me, my body spasming on the couch as Shanice worked me through it with her hand.

  As soon as I was on the other side, coasting down the tail of my climax, regret filled me at what I’d done.

  Lorelei looked too stunned to speak, or to do anything for that matter and the glass she was holding nearly slipped out of her hand. Reg removed it from between her shaking fingers, set it on the steps, then nudged her towards the table where the plates had been set.

  Being forced to move seemed to shake her from her stupor. Lorelei shook her head, lowered her eyes, mumbled an excuse, then staggered towards the patio door and disappeared into the house.

  Shanice looked at me and arched her brow. “Oh my,” she whispered, “do you think she’s upset?”

  Reg walked slowly across the stone patio and came to a stop in front of the couch.

  Shame burned on my cheeks as he glanced at my midriff, making me realize my cock was still out. I scrambled to stuff it back into my pants, ignoring the cum that had dripped from it and stained my shorts.

  Reg stared down at me with a look of concern. “Is there something wrong with Lorelei?” he asked.

  “Uh… I… I guess she’s upset.”

  “Why?” Reg asked, seeming genuinely confused.

  “I-I don’t… we didn’t really… �
� I lowered my eyes, ashamed to admit my mistake.

  “Jake, did you… did you and Lorelei talk about this?” he asked, waving a finger between me and Shanice.

  I shook my head.

  Reg’s lips tightened and he looked at his wife.

  “What?” Shanice asked, raising her hands. My cum was still dripping in a gooey, sticky mess from the hand she’d jerked me off with. “Don’t look at me! I just got here!”

  I stood up, mumbled that I was sorry and pushed past Reg. I needed to make this right.

  Chapter 11

  “You’re sorry?”

  “Yes, I’m sorry!”

  Lorelei’s face was bright red and her arms were crossed tightly against her chest as she glared at me from across the room. “What in the hell were you thinking?!?” she nearly screamed.

  It was a good question. “I… I wasn’t thinking,” I said, lowering my eyes.

  Some of the tension between us seemed to dissipate at this answer. I dared to glance up at her as she sighed and saw that maybe there was a way in.

  “Baby,” I whispered and moved around he couch.

  For a moment, Lorelei looked like she was going to push me away but then seemed to change her mind. She let me put an arm around her and I squeezed her shoulder. “Why did you do that?” she asked quietly.

  The answer was almost too embarrassing to say out loud. For the same reason kids get caught with their hand in the cookie jar? Because they just can’t wait long enough to ask? Something like that anyways.

  “I’m really really sorry. I thought… I thought that maybe you and Reg were inside, you know, and then I started feeling like it’d be okay if… it was Shanice who started it. She started asking questions and saying you were alright in there and that it would be fine. I shouldn’t have listened to her. I should have stopped her, I know. I know that now. I should have come to ask for your permission. I’m sorry.”

  It sounded pathetic and I felt a little pathetic grovelling like that but it seemed like that’s what the situation required.