by Lainey Fox
She knew she had no right to be but anger filled her up anyways. She pulled her wrist from his with a force and headed for the exit. She needed to be anywhere but here. Locke followed her closely behind, trying to catch up to her. He caught up with her as she inserted her key into the hole of the car door. He pressed her against the car as he whispered in her ear.
"You never said we were exclusive. You are married to my brother, don't you think it is more than a little selfish to be jealous? You are after all forbidden fruit."
He nipped her earlobe. He was right, but she could not help it.
"Let me go," she whispered.
"We both know you don't mean that," he said as he lifted her gown up to waist level.
She stiffened. He was not about to do what she was thinking, she hoped. The domestic workers could work by anytime. She repeated her thought to him. He chuckled.
"Makes it more fun, don't you think?"
He pressed a finger to her entrance. Wet. She was enjoying the thrill of been caught. With one hand pinning her against the car, he opened his zip and freed his member. It was hot against her flesh and she grunted in approval.
He pressed the tip softly at her entrance, moving slowly back and forth until he pushed his length in. With each thrust, his balls came in contact with her soft ass. She gripped the car harder for support. Locke placed his thumb on her clit and drew circles around it. It was her undoing. She bit her lower lip with so much force it almost broke. She didn't want to be the one to attract the help. Locke came immediately after. He pulled out and the evidence of their mating ran down the length of her thighs. He placed a kiss on her neck and headed out.
Terra shook, as her legs wobbled. Her anger had been fucked right out of her. She was going to wash up and adorn her lingerie for the night.
Watching My Hot Wife - Joining the Club 2
Book 2 of Watching my Hot Wife – Joining the Club
By Lainey Fox
Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing
1
Running late, Jane pressed her forefinger with an extra force on the car's alarm. She didn't care if it disturbed the neighborhood. It didn't seem to work though. She resorted to screaming at the obstruction that hindered her from her path.
"Move your tricycle out of the way granny!" She screamed.
A second look at the vehicle, she knew it bested her van in many ways but she was too much in a hurry to care. The "granny" happened to be lady in her mid-twenties who had stopped her car to color her lips some more.
"That much lipstick would last me months!" She thought to herself.
The lady flipped her a finger and sped off, spooning angry summer dust in her wake.
"Asswipe!" She thought to herself.
A few minutes later she arrived at the school gate. It had emptied, all the kids had gone home. She met a furious Miss Brown standing at the gate, both her kids in hand.
"I am so sorry," Jane began as soon as she alighted her vehicle.
Miss Brown raised a palm to the air, she was tired of her excuses.
"Save it ma'am. You are always late. Might I suggest you get a babysitter or a nanny for them, or better still, get your husband more involved in his kids life! I wouldn't want to have to call social services on you."
She bent on one knee and pressed a kiss to Amy's head as Jane reached out to pick up little Sam.
"I am sorry for the inconvenience I cause you, social services won't be necessary," she said as she put both kids in the van.
She boarded the vehicle and sped off, she was late for something else.
"Sivelt mama, sivelt!" Amy screamed.
Jane adjusted the front mirror to get a glimpse of her daughter's face. "What's a sivelt Hun?"
"Sivelt! She repeated as she tugged at the metal hanging off the wall of the car"
"Oh! Seatbelt! Honey, try fix it in or just leave it if you can't."
Amy struggled with the belt for a bit, she wasn't strong enough to pull it across of her. Resigning in frustration, she pouted with her arms folded. Jane stared at her as she struggled with the belt, pain wrenched her heart. She was a horrible mother she admitted. Adrian was never here she thought, but that was no excuse. Her kids should always come first. She sighed as she parked her van yet again. Amy's ballet teacher was sure to be mad at her too.
"Amy, don't forget your costume!" She yelled as Amy sped out of the car.
She came around back to carry Sam along. Sometimes, handling them alone made her want to weep from frustration. But Amy's smile and her willingness kept her moving. At just four years of age, Amy loved a neat surrounding. She became uneasy whenever anything was out of place. Jane always had something to laugh about when Amy tried new words.
In less than thirty minutes, classes were over. Mainly because they ran late. Jane stopped along the way to get them take outs, she was too exhausted to fix them food. Once fed and exhausted from the day, Jane put the kids down for bed. After a kiss goodnight she headed to her own room, her eyes already shut before her head rested on the pillow.
***
Jane squeezed her eyes shut, it always worked in the past to get rid of a troublesome Amy. She muffled a grunt as Amy bounced up and down the length of her body. She was trying to get her out of bed.
"Mama, mama wake up!"
"Go away" Jane finally whispered as she turned on her side. Amy was proving persistent this morning. "Honey, it's not a school day."
"Papa is back," Amy whispered in her ear.
Jane shot up like she had been touched with a hot iron.
"Where?" She screamed as she struggled with the sheets of the bed.
"Outside!"
Jane sped to the dinning room where Adrian stood, still wearing his suit as she tickled a laughing Sam. Once their eyes locked, she ran and threw herself into his arms. He caught her with ease and spun her around. Her excitement knew no containment as she peppered kisses everywhere and anywhere her lips came in contact with on his face.
"I have missed you so much," she said in-between kisses.
"I missed you too Babe," he replied as he nestled her head on his chest. "You do need a mouthwash" he added jokingly.
Jane sang happily to herself as she busied herself with the task of washing off even the tiniest smudge of dirt from her body. She was a tad exhausted from the fun-filled activities Adrian had treated them to but nothing was going to hinder her getting pleasure in recompense for their while they have been apart. Or so she thought.
She exited the bathroom, the water still dripping from her body. She met Adrian struggling to balance his cell phone in between his left ear and his shoulder while he tied the lace to his shoe.
"When? Who else knows about this?"
He paused for a moment, listening to whomever was on the other side.
"Fine," he said after a few moments. "I will be there as soon as I can, I am on my way."
He threw the phone to the bed as he paid his shoes all his attention.
"What are you doing?" Came the voice of a confused Jane that refused to acknowledge what has happening before her.
He seemed to have just seen her.
"Babe, I am sorry, I really need to attend to this. My boss needs me right away."
He placed both hands on her shoulders as he tried to help her understand. She pushed herself away from his grip all the while shaking her head in refusal.
"No, no. You just got back. I am your wife! Your children need you, I need you!" She screamed as she fought back the tears. "You are never home, do you detest the sight of me do much that you have to make excuses?"
"You are being paranoid," he said as he made for his briefcase. He stared at his reflection and added "I will be back as soon as the issue is resolved".
The last she saw was his retreating frame as the tears clouded her vision. She crumbled to the floor, careless of the way the towel fell free of her. She laid on the cold tiles for minutes, her body just vibrating as the last of her tears caressed the tiles beneath h
er cheek. Her eyes reddened as sleep opened her arms like a loving mother desperate to console her child. Jane didn't hesitate, she gave in.
The morning came soon, her body ached from all sides. She had slept till daybreak. As she turned, she noticed she was covered with the duvet from the bed.
"Amy," she whispered to herself.
She couldn't help the sad smile that caressed her cheeks. Sometimes she worried who was mother to whom, Amy always cleaned up after her the best way a four year old could. Jane felt the pain of the past night's argument rushing back to begin their torments on her fragile heart. Adrian was a joker and her heart was his favorite gamble card. He didn't even bother with giving her the details of whatever business that required his presence. She sighed; she was in no mood to be a mother today. She picked up her phone to make a call.
Moments later, Amy and Sam were fully dressed and at the door in wait of Mrs. Douglas. Soon the 64 year old woman dropped by her house. She smiled at Jane, the evidence of her age sported at the edges of her cheeks and on her eyelids. They became pronounced whenever she squinted or smiled.
"I don't want to go," Amy whined as she studied her mother's face. "Daddy said to look after mama," she completed.
"That's very rich coming from your Papa. He has a lot of nerve sending a four year old to do his duty."
Amy remained unconvinced as she stood behind her mother. Mrs. Douglas laughed hard, she had never seen such a kid, smart beyond her years.
"Your mama can take care of herself you see, she just needs alone time. She will be fine"
"Yes dear I will be fine," Jane added.
"I have chocolates and a bouncing castle and the latest collection of cartoons," Mrs. Douglas finally added.
That seemed to do the trick, Amy was back to being a kid. She giggled and followed granny, the name she had given the overly nice old lady.
"Don't stress you," she said as she patted Jane's cheek.
Soon, the car roared to life and sped off.
Jane made for the refrigerator and pulled out the bottle of whiskey she had hoped to share with her husband after they might have been resting from all the sexing she had planned. She could almost hear a voice laughing at her from the corner of her mind.
"Oh well! No use wasting a good drink."
She didn't bother with a the courtesy of using a glass cup, she popped the cap with as much force as she could spare and began downing it's content. She sat beside the window, drink in hand as she stared at the horses galloping around with Larry on the lead horse. She always had a thing for horses. She neither knew how to ride or how to care for them but she made sure she had them wherever they moved to. Here, Larry tended the horses for her with a very fair pay.
He seemed to have caught her staring as he brought the horse to an abrupt stop. Jane looked away just as quickly and pressed the bottle to her lips again. She was feeling its effect rapidly dethroning her brain. It was what she needed right now. She heard the sound that signaled someone at the door needed her attention. She didn't trust her feet enough to carry her there so she replied with silence. The person on the other end obviously was not interested in leaving her be as the knocking continued.
" Go away!" She screamed drowsily.
The intruder took it as a cue to come in because immediately after, the door was pushed open. There stood Larry, both sleeves of his shirt folded up to elbow level and the hat on his head tipped a little to the front. His eyes were almost out of view. She chuckled loud. He looked like he had time traveled, he didn't fit in her living room. Her living room, what was he doing in it anyways. She knew she wasn't lagging on any payment.
"Ma'am I don't think you should be drinking that much," he said as he eyed the bottle she nestled on her arm like a new born.
"It's not your business," she offered.
He pulled off his hat, placed it on the table to his left and approached her, the bottle in her hand being his prize. She nestled it closer.
"Don't even think about it! You need to leave this instant. I am your boss!"
Her commands fell on deaf ears as he wrestled the bottle free from her.
"Whatever it is that bothers you is not enough for you to drown in alcohol for."
He took the bottle with him as he made for the exit.
"Wait!"
She said as she stood wobbly to her feet. She held the table for support as she tested her bearing. She walked up to him and plastered the sexiest smile she could afford. She caressed the line that connected his jaw to his shoulder blades. His breath caught in his throat as he sought to pull free from her.
"Ma'am, you are not in the right frame of mind. You most definitely do not want this," he said as he held her hand away from his face.
She sighed and dropped her hand to her side. She walked to the door like she was going to open it for him to leave. She jammed the door, locked it and slipped the key in her bra. Larry stared at her like she had developed an extra eye on her forehead.
"You want to leave so bad? Come and get it."
He shook his head, he didn't want this. He had learned to overpower the erection that plagued him each time he stared at Jane. A year had passed without her noticing. Now she was pulling at his restraints, he needed to leave. He did fear what would happen if he inserted his hand in her blouse to retrieve his ticket out. What would happen if his palm came in contact with her soft round flesh. He wondered how erect her nipples would feel against his palm. He envisioned his wet tongue suckling on them with the force of hunger for her.
"No," he whispered to himself. He was not helping his situation.
"No what?" She probed as she peppered kisses on his neck.
He had never fancied alcohol but the smell of the whiskey that accompanied her breath created a sudden urge to taste the substance from her lips. He looked down at her to scold her and she immediately trapped the words in his throat as she pressed her hot lips to his. The last of his restraint broke as soon as their lips connected. He opened his mouth to grant her entrance and she moaned her victory.
She pushed him against the already locked door and began the slow process of undoing his buttons one at a time, all the while holding his gaze steady. She rubbed her palm against the smooth surface of his chest, teasing the small patch of hair that formed at the middle. He closed his eyes in approval as she pressed a wet kiss to each nipple. She licked on his chest a little, drawing circles downwards. She made sure to outline every one of his muscles with her tongue. They were firm, evidence that they were made. She plunged her tongue in his belly button and he giggled a little.
She unbuckled his belt and pulled it down with his pants. She could see his erection pressing against his briefs. The tip wet with precum, the evidence of his arousal. Jane licked at the tip through his briefs and Larry jerked with the pleasure the act presented him.
Her impatience was growing with her arousal as she inserted a finger in and pried the piece of clothing off him. She nibbled at the tip of his member while she stroked his balls. He grunted in approval as he thrust his hip forward to gain depth. Jane placed both hands on either side of him to steady his movement as she took in all of him at once. She kept him in that position until she felt her gag reflexes threaten to kick in. She pulled out slowly and then swallowed him again. She dictated the pace she wanted and Larry was in too much ecstasy to care. Slowly, she increased her pace. She pleasured him with both hand and mouth that met at the middle with every movement. She licked and swirled her tongue around his shaft, she bit gently and teased the tip.
Soon, he began shaking with the intensity of his release. Jane felt his hot sticky release occupy her mouth as his member softened visibly against her tongue. He sagged a bit and rested his weight on the door frame. Jane spat out the evidence of their oral sexcapede. Larry helped her to her feet. She was yet satisfied, she pulled him with her. He stumbled as his half pulled pants restricted his movements. Jane rolled her eyes and waited for him to discard the bothersome item. She was not going to her ro
om, it reminded her too much of Adrian.
She picked the guestroom finally. Larry gently placed her on the bed as he cupped her face in his palm and kissed her deeply. He inserted his fingers in fistfuls of her hair and gently massaged her scalp. He kissed her neck, nibbled her jaw and traced the line of her Adam's apple. Her head fell back into the sheets as she relinquished all her control. He suckled on her nipple, biting softly and twirling it until the hardened bead could take no more. Then, he switched to the other nipple to offer it the same treatment as the first.
He spread her legs apart and pressed his head to her soaked core. She smelled nice. He nipped her labia with his teeth and pressed his tongue to her. He tongued her entrance enthusiastically and she pressed his head closer to grant him deeper assess. He sucked on her clit long and hard and released it with a pop sound. With his tongue, he drew lines along the length of her pussy with his tongue and she grabbed his head as she felt her orgasm approach. Larry pulled up and slammed his already erect member into her. It sent her over the edge as she felt herself shatter into delicious pieces and reassemble itself again. Her orgasm was so much better than what she got from pleasuring herself.