Watching My Hot Wife - Ten Book Collection Vol 4

by Lainey Fox

  Watching My Hot Wife – Ten Book Collection

  Volume 4

  By Lainey Fox

  Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing

  The following stories are full of romance, sex and sensuality. See the preview below for a bit of foreplay.

  “Take it out. I want to watch you take it out,” said Lydia slowly, her fingers pinching at her already hard nipples.

  Tennyson obeyed, sliding off his shorts revealing a tight pair of red jocks that were struggling to contain the python that was lurking underneath.

  “Oh fuck,” said Lydia breathlessly, as the implications of what was about to happen hit home.

  She had never been more turned on in all her life, and felt her smooth pussy lips become coated in a sweet, sticky secretion. Tennyson undid his shirt slowly, relishing in the excruciating tease he was inflicting upon Lydia. Her hand was now shoved down her half-hanging on jumpsuit, fingers busy inside the gusset of her lacy thong. When the shirt was off he let his pectoral muscles ripple for effect before pulling his underwear down to the ground. And there it was - the largest penis Lydia had ever seen - either in real life or on film. It was not yet fully erect, and was bobbing around like a drugged animal. It was darker in color than the rest of Tennyson’s skin, it’s surface traversed with gorgeous, pulsing veins.

  Lydia couldn’t stand it any longer and crawled towards the cock slowly, practically salivating with anticipation. She grabbed it with both hands and the giant member twitched, as if suddenly alive. She sucked on the head, rolling her tongue over its dark shiny surface and looking up into the frowning face of Tennyson. She began to pump her hands down towards his balls, and then up to the head, letting saliva drip from her stuffed mouth down onto the shaft. Tennyson put his hand behind her head and thirst his hips forward gently, urging Lydia to take more of the monster into her mouth.

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  Copyright © 2016 by Lainey Fox

  & Scarlet Lantern Publishing

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.

  All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

  Table of Contents

  Watching My Hot Wife – Taken by Tennyson

  Watching My Hot Wife – Taken by Tennyson 2

  Watching My Hot Wife – Taken by Tennyson 3

  Watching My Hot Wife - Joining the Club

  Watching My Hot Wife - Joining the Club 2

  Watching My Hot Wife - Joining the Club 3

  Her Husband Watches – The Big Black Surgeon

  Watching My Hot Wife – Shared With My Boss

  Watching My Hot Wife – Shared With My Boss 2

  Watching My Hot Wife – Shared With My Boss 3

  More Salacious Shorts by Lainey Fox

  Watching My Hot Wife – Taken by Tennyson

  Book 1 of Watching my Hot Wife – Taken by Tennyson

  By Lainey Fox

  Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing

  1

  “I still can’t believe the name of this place,” said Lydia dismissively as she adjusted the large Dior sunglasses on her finely sculptured Italian nose.

  “Holetown?” enquired her husband Eric, feigning bewilderment.

  “Yes! Holetown! Of all the delicious sounding destinations in the Caribbean we had to come to bloody Holetown.”

  Lydia was only half joking. She was actually delighted to be driving along a palm-tree lined road in Barbados, baking under a tropical sun instead of squishing herself onto a crowded tube, wet from the steady drizzle of London’s constant grayness. The holiday was a reprieve from a ghastly English winter, and she was eager to get into her bikini and do absolutely nothing, but still, Holetown? Why was Eric so constant at being so unromantic.

  “Listen hun, it could go one of two ways. Either the place is a hole, in which case we hop on a boat and paddle somewhere else, or it is full of fun, sun, and… fun holes.”

  Eric smirked at his lewd joke, his face crinkling up into something that looked rather proud of itself.

  “Fun holes?” asked Lydia.

  “Well yeah. We both know that we could both do with a bit of fun… in that department.”

  Eric had a point. To say their sex life had been uneventful would be an understatement. Eric had become chief of staff at a prominent commercial cleaning company, and had devoted long hours to his new position. Lydia’s work as a restaurant critic also meant she spent many evenings out, and Eric had long since tired of accompanying his wife on gastronomic excursions. She was 42, and he was 48, and after their teenage son Mark moved away for University they found themselves in that all too common slump of wondering what the hell they were doing with each other. There was still love, and companionship. But zero spark. This holiday had been Eric’s idea, one that they discussed months ago with a therapist.

  A week before they got on the plane Lydia had caught Eric watching porn. She knew that he regularly watched it, once upon a time they had watched it together, and had even made their own naughty recordings, sending them in to an amateur site on Eric’s insistence. Lydia had come home early from a place she was reviewing, and had gone up to their bedroom to get changed. Eric was on the bed, naked, his laptop glowing in front of him. Lydia paused at the doorway, her presence as yet unnoticed, and watched her husband masturbate. He had a good build after years of regular gym going, and the muscles on his glistening back were rippling as he stroked his unfortunately very average sized penis. He was watching two girls make out with each other, and Lydia found herself getting turned on by the whole scene, her pussy tingling ever so slightly under her black pencil skirt.

  “Eric,” she said softly, stepping into their room.

  “Christ!” yelped Eric as he slammed the laptop shut and spun about, his small erection wagging like the tail of a toy dog. “You scared the shit out of me Lyds. I thought… why are you home so early?”

  “What were you watching, Eric, it looked hot. Let me see…” said Lydia as she crawled onto the bed and reached for the laptop.

  Eric grabbed the laptop away, and stood holding it like a petulant child.

  “I’m afraid you have well and truly killed the mood, Lydia. I’m going to sleep downstairs. Jesus Christ,” said Eric, walking past her in a huff.

  2

  The taxi dropped the couple off at their hotel, and Lydia was eager to get straight into her bikini. She was of Italian descent, and had smooth olive skin and long black hair that fell about her décolletage with effortless elegance. As she got undressed her husband watched with genuine delight. Lydia’s breasts were still in very good shape - although not as perky as they used to be, they hung with a sensual fullness that was accentuated by the small azure bikini she had donned. Lydia felt her husband’s gaze on her, and she turned her back to him as she slipped out of her light cotton skirt. She bent over as she pulled down her panties, revealing her freshly waxed pussy lips. It felt good to be provocative, to feel that she still had an innate sexual power to wield as she saw fit. Lydia walked across the room holding her bikini bottoms, parading herself in a way that made Eric feel like he was incapable of action.

  “You look stunning, Lyds,” said Eric quietly, still holding a carry bag in his h
ands that never quite made it to the floor.

  “Do I look as good as the girls in that movie you were watching the other night?” asked Lydia, coyly.

  “Christ Lydia, you are a million times more beautiful than those girls. I was just having a wank. It had been a while…” Eric’s voice trailed off and he looked away, embarrassed.

  Lydia looked away too, suddenly repulsed at how vulnerable her husband seemed. She looked out the window, and realized that the curtains were only partly drawn. Outside, in the bright afternoon sun, a tall handsome black man smiled at her, and held up a long glass, as if to say cheers. Lydia smiled back, then suddenly realized she was allowing him a clear view of her naked lower half. She hurriedly finished dressing, then glanced out the window again, noticing the man was now chatting to a pretty young blonde girl, who seemed tiny compared to him. Lydia smiled, suddenly feeling better about Holetown.

  “Come on, let’s go to the beach! Put that bloody bag down and get yourself ready. We didn’t spend eight hours on a plane to stand in a room and stare at each other.” Lydia grabbed a towel and skipped out of the door, calling out to Eric as he left: “See you down there!”

  Lydia walked along the balcony outside their room and at the top of the stairs leading down to the beach she came across the tall black man, who was still talking to the young blonde girl, whom Lydia put at maybe 20 years old.

  “Excuse me,” Lydia said to her voyeur softly, trying her best to sound demure, “is this the way to the beach?”

  “Well hello,” said the young girl, almost stepping over her companion to speak first. “Nice bikini. Although I gotta say you looked even nicer without it.”

  “Whoa!” Boomed the young woman’s companion. “Alice, let’s… let’s begin with introductions first shall we? I’m Tennyson, and this eager little beaver beside me is Alice.”

  A large dark brown hand extended towards Lydia and she took it, feeling instantly excited by the feel of his skin and the sight of thick veins running up his forearm.

  “Tennyson. Quite a name, I’m Lydia. It’s nice to meet you, properly. So Alice, you got an eyeful too, did you?”

  “Yeah,” began the young woman, with an impish twinkle in her eye, “you’re yummy. C’mon, we’ll take you to the beach.”

  Alice took Lydia’s hand, and escorted her down the stairs, with Tennyson following. Lydia threw a look back to her room, but Eric still hadn’t appeared.

  When they got to the beach Alice and Tennyson made a bee-line for a rocky outcrop, the top of which was obviously well used as a sun bathing platform. She let her two new friends go on without her, unsure if she wanted to go and park herself next to these somewhat intense humans for the day. It was a holiday after all. She positioned herself on a patch of sand away from the other groups already at the beach, but relatively close to the young girl and black man on the rocks. She stretched out on her towel, and felt the sun’s heat play across her exposed skin. Lydia was lost in a woozy daydream when Eric finally found her on the beach.

  “Hello luv,” he said softly, positioning himself to Lydia’s left.

  He gave her a tepid kiss on the shoulder and laid down, opening his modern detective novel and burying his nose. Lydia turned on her side, facing the rocks. The young girl was sitting on top of Tennyson, giggling. She was grinding backwards and forwards, waving one hand in the air like a rodeo gal, with Tennyson lying back, smiling. He turned towards Lydia, and gazing at her with a devilish smile, reached one hand up and pulled Alice down, burying her face in his neck, staring all the while at Lydia. Alice began to kiss Tennyson passionately, biting into his neck and grinding even harder. Tennyson put both of his giant hands on Alice’s ass, slowly kneading her trim rump.

  He began to kiss Alice deeply, and Lydia could feel her pussy moisten rapidly. She reached a hand down to her bikini bottom, and rubbed between her lips, feeling her clit stiffen through the shiny fabric. She suddenly wanted to be the young girl, replace her, and feel that man’s tongue all over hers, his hand on her body, groping her as she ground away at a cock she knew would be impressive.

  Tennyson fumbled around with Alice’s skimpy bikini, and Lydia gasped as she saw him enter her; Alice squinting and freezing up, digging her nails into Tennyson’s smooth chocolate six pack. Lydia could tell Tennyson’s cock must indeed be enormous, as it took at least a minute for Alice to relax and begin grinding again, this time however with a lot more control.

  Lydia turned her head around to check on Eric, who was still nose-deep in his book. She glanced around the gradually filling up beach and no one seemed to notice what was happening on the rocks. It was as if the two of them were putting on a show just for Lydia, and she found this thought very, very exciting. She let her hand slide inside the satin fabric of her bikini bottom, and was surprised to find just how wet she was. Her fingers became instantly sticky as she spread her labia and circled her stiff little clit.

  Alice was lying back down on Tennyson now, sliding backwards and forwards with a tad more restraint. Lydia could tell that the young girl was enjoying how deep her black lover was venturing inside of her, and soon the desire to experience that feeling for herself returned to Lydia. She began rubbing her clit faster, delighting in how much lubrication she was producing.

  “Fuck I am horny!” she thought to herself with a smile.

  Lydia was in the process of inserting two fingers into her sopping wet pussy when her husband’s voice collided with her fantasy: “Hey luv, did you bring the sun block?”

  “Umm, no, it’s in the room still,” stammered Lydia.

  “Well I best go and get it, this sun is becoming more and more relentless,” said Eric, rising to his feet and surveying the skies like some kind of amateur meteorologist. “Ooo, hey up, looks like I was right about this ‘Holetown’ scenario, look at those two!”

  Eric had bent down now, and was stretching an arm past Lydia’s face towards Tennyson and Alice.

  “Oh yeah,” said Lydia, feigning indifference, and keeping her fingers firmly wedged inside her pussy. “Lucky buggers. Bring me back some water would you Eric?”

  “Holetown!” laughed Eric, a little too pleased with himself. “Ok, see you soon. Don’t go getting any ideas! Or maybe you should…”

  Eric’s final lines were delivered with an attempt at playfulness, and as he trotted back up to the stairs to the bedroom he allowed himself to entertain the thought of Lydia sleeping with someone else on this trip.

  This thought, one of Lydia sleeping with other men, was becoming more and more frequent in Eric’s mind. It was nearly always accompanied by Eric then allowing himself to think about sleeping with other women. He had been faithful to Lydia, though perhaps not out of any sense of loyalty. He had tried to be unfaithful on several occasions, but was unfortunately unable to ever quite seal the deal. Never the less, Eric felt inspired by his new tropical surrounds, and skipped back to the hotel room like a teenager.

  Back at the beach Lydia’s curiosity had gotten the better of her. She had ventured into the sea, with the plan of stealthily swimming around the rocky outcrop in order to get a closer view of the interracial lovers. She had made it around the point of the rocks, and was closing in on a small alcove when Alice’s head suddenly rose into view, a lot closer than Lydia was expecting. Lydia froze, and sunk slightly so that only her eyes and nose were above the water.

  Tennyson was positioning himself with his back to the bay Lydia had come from, seated on a small rock slightly lower than the large one they were sunbathing on. Alice clambered down the side of the rocks until she was standing in the water, which came up to her breasts. She was facing her lover, and with both hands reached up and began to pump at Tennyson’s erection. The couple had obviously decided to relocate slightly in order to ‘finish off’ their business. Lydia could see the veins on Tennyson’s outlandishly large cock getting bigger and bigger, as if the whole thing was about to explode in Alice’s tiny hands. Tennyson was looking down at Alice intensely, seriously. Sh
e was pumping her hands as fast as she could, and encouraging him with sultry squeals of delight:

  “C’mon baby… cover me… Ooooh yeah! I need it baby…”

  Lydia could not take her eyes off the monster that was Tennyson’s cock. It was as thick as her wrist, and almost as longer than she though a cock could possibly be. His balls were smoothly shaven and seemed equally engorged, moving around in his dark sack like two wild animals recently trapped. The whole picture was one of something powerful about to erupt - and Lydia was transfixed with desire.

  Tennyson took over the job Alice was doing, and something about seeing that gorgeous black man stroking his giant cock in front of this tiny blonde nymph pushed Lydia over the edge. She let out an audible moan that caught Tennyson’s attention. He found the source of the moan instantly, and smiled at Lydia as she rose slightly out of the water to return the gaze. He continued to pump his massive penis, but instead of fixing his eyes on the ever-encouraging Alice, Tennyson instead chose to keep his eyes fixed on Lydia. Lydia in turn felt it necessary to come to the party in some way, so she pulled her bikini top down exposing her hard nippled breasts. Their full shape, accentuated by stark triangular tan-lines, seemed to be just what Tennyson needed. He began to cum; shooting large wads of white spunk over Alice’s face and chest. As he bucked, thrusting his hips into the air with each spurt, a projectile of cum flew right over Alice’s shoulder and landed in the water just in front of Lydia. She scooped the little droplet up, and rubbed it onto her chest, smiling at the now panting Tennyson. Alice had still not clicked to the presence behind her, and Lydia winked at Tennyson, before sinking beneath the water and swimming back around the rocky outcrop.