Leigh Uncovered: A Wife Sharing Novel

by Arnica Butler

  Leigh turned to Billie and slapped her playfully on the knee. “How do you know all this stuff. We’ve been here for three years and I had no idea!”

  A laugh escaped her, and it was very out-of-control. Leigh was pretty drunk. It was nice to see her loosening up enough to get a little tanked like that, though.

  The ladies went back to talking to each other.

  When Jeremy turned back to Craig, the man was still watching his wife. Jeremy could see he was trying really hard to place her, and the fixation on Leigh made a wild sensation flutter in Jeremy’s core.

  Finally, Craig shook his head, shaking off the thought. “So,” he said. “I’m having another burger.” And he got up to cook.

  *

  “So,” Billie murmured, closing the door by leaning backward on it and propping her leg sensually against it. “They’re a very nice couple.”

  Craig smiled, admiring as always of his wife’s audacity. When she got something into her mind, she rarely let go of the idea until she got what she wanted.

  Which was perfectly okay with him, if he was right about what she was thinking now.

  “I feel like I know that chick from somewhere,” he said, his mind only half on Leigh and how he knew her. The rest of his thoughts were dedicated to thinking about his wife’s rounded thigh, and whether or not it would be salty or sweet when he licked it all the way to her bare, pink pussy.

  “You know Leigh?” Billie laughed.

  She was hinting that the most likely place he might have met Leigh would have been at a swingers’ club or as a bull for her husband, and it was laughable because Leigh and Jeremy were obviously not the types.

  Well, Leigh wasn’t, anyway.

  But as she mulled it over, and thought about the darkly pretty woman she had talked to all night, Billie also started to feel like her face was familiar.

  She looked up at the ceiling. “Oh, I hate it when you do this to me,” she complained. “Now it’s stuck in my head and I won’t be able to think about anything else.”

  Craig stepped closer to her. He hooked his hand under her knee and tugged on her leg, forcing her to straighten it and giving him access to the length of her thigh. He used his other hand to feel his way up her soft skin, into the dip between her pussy and her hip, and then over the silken skin of her pussy lips. Billie rarely wore underwear, and today was no exception.

  “Anything?” he murmured.

  Billie gave him an inviting grin. She didn’t say anything, but her body moved toward him, responding to the touch of his fingers on her pussy. The waxed outer lips were soft and dry, but when he touched her gash it was slick with her juices, and the moisture welled from between her petals like it had built into a bubble and he had burst it with his touch.

  Billie grinned as she watched his expression change. She knew what he was thinking: that the reason she had gotten so worked up had something to do with their new neighbors. And he was right.

  He pulled her to him, and she hooked her legs up over his hip and hung off his shoulders as he made an exploratory pass through the soaked contours of her cunt. She let her head hang back slightly, her face more mischievous than ever. This was one thing he loved about her, most of all: her fun and impish side.

  They were both attracted to women like Leigh. Girls weren’t really Billie’s thing; she played with them to excite Craig more than anything. But she enjoyed a woman like Leigh as much as he did, and for the same reasons: she was the difficult kind. Conservatively dressed, a little uptight, a tiny bit prude.

  “I see someone enjoyed talking to Mrs. Hobbs,” Craig said, and he moved his fingers to her hardened clit and rubbed a slow, deliberate circle against the face of it.

  Billie tucked her entire lower lip behind her front teeth and grinned. This was her response to what he said; her body shook with pleasure as his fingers worked their magic on her clit. He felt her heel pressing harder against his ass.

  He had been aroused all barbecue long, watching his adventurous wife pouring more sangria for Leigh, drawing her in with her sweet brown, twinkling eyes, laying the groundwork for her future plans to flirt and seduce.

  And Leigh, what a piece of work underneath that flowered dress. He could tell she had a pair of incredible tits, and he was going to enjoy imagining what they looked like when she lay on her back and got pounded.

  By him.

  Billie’s hand was on his cock now, and her fingers explored the thick bundle over the fabric before she grabbed the elastic of his shorts and jerked on it to release his thick member. It was another thing that he liked about Billie: she didn’t hesitate to really grab his cock. She wasn’t timid about anything she did in bed.

  He had met Billie in a crowded club in Ibiza almost ten years ago. The attraction had been instantaneous and animal, and they had just stared at each other on the dance floor without saying anything. Within five minutes Billie had her hand around his cock and had jerked him off in the middle of the dance floor while looking him right in the eye with the same impish look she was giving him right now.

  Thinking about all of this drove him wild. His cock pulsed in Billie’s hand, and she ran her fingers over the crown. He could feel that they got slippery with precum.

  He lifted her up by her thighs and pushed her against the door. Billie was a small woman, easy for him to lift and to manhandle, which she liked her fair share of. She spread her legs and his cock slid easily inside of her. He felt her ankles close around his lower back as his shaft sank deep inside of her until it kissed her cervix.

  Her breath was hot on his earlobe as she gasped.

  He started to fuck her, as slowly as he could, because he was really feeling the need to release some of the night’s energy.

  “I’m thinking about...” she breathed quietly into his ear. It was one of her favorite games.

  “Kissing Leigh. I think at first she’ll be very, very surprised, and maybe I’ll just have to run my tongue along her lips, until she opens up for me, but then after that, I think she’s the kind to really get into it... don’t you?”

  So much for a long, leisurely fuck. His cock boiled at the base. He shifted so he could look Billie in the eye, at her glinting eyes, her wry little smile, the way she sucked on her lower lip as she teased him about all the things she would do with her new neighbor friend.

  He grabbed her hair and leaned his forehead against hers. They both looked down at the length of his cock moving in and out of her gash. He felt Billie’s body harden, and her pussy tightened around his cock, just before she seemed to melt like hot butter all around him.

  He thrust deep inside of her and emptied his seed deep in her body, groaning with his eyes on the ceiling as he did.

  Billie let her legs drop, and when one heel clicked on the ground, Craig shifted and let his cock flop out of her with a sloppy wet sound. The heavy column slapped against his thigh.

  Billie shifted to pull down her skirt, and then she kissed him on the mouth. “I want one last drink,” she said, which meant that she also wanted a cigarette, which was something he supposed he’d just have to put up with for the rest of his life. Billie had almost no accent – she’d moved here when she was 12 – and if you didn’t spend much time with her, you’d never know she was Bulgarian.

  But on some counts she was coldly Eastern European, and smoking was one of them. He didn’t even try to talk her out of it.

  He watched her as she slinked away to to the kitchen, his hands still pressed against the wall. His blood was still pounding in his ears, and his mind was back on Leigh.

  Billie’s heels stopped before she reached the kitchen. She seemed frozen, and for a second his pulse raced and he though maybe there was something wrong, an intruder or a fire.

  “Bill?” he said, and his heart went wild when she didn’t answer.

  “Billie?”

  Billie turned, and her mouth was open, but not in the kind of surprise that a burglar or a fire would cause – she was half-smiling and she held one fi
nger up next to her ear.

  Craig looked at her expectantly.

  “I know,” she said. “I know where I’ve seen her!”

  And then she took off running – actually running – for the stairs.

  Craig slid his shorts up and stood for a moment to fully catch his breath. He heard a lot of banging around upstairs. Drawers opening and closing, Billie moving from room to room.

  “Hey where is your Kindle?” she finally called.

  Craig squinted at the upstairs balcony, a length of hallway that connected the two sides of the house – the guest bedroom, offices, and exercise room on one side, and the expansive master suite on the other.

  Kindle?

  “Uh..” he said. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had read a book, let alone what that would have to do with anything. Was Leigh an author? No one had even mentioned what she did for a living.

  “I found it!” Billie practically shrieked. She moved so quickly as she came back down the stairs that she almost fell and had to grab the handrail to stop herself. She was using one hand to frantically search the device.

  “Shit!” she said, and shook the tablet.

  Craig looked at her quizzically. Somewhere in the back of his mind, though, he was starting to feel like this all made sense... why?

  Billie looked at him frantically and shook the tablet at him again. “Out of juice!” she said. The more excited she got, the less she sounded like a native English speaker.

  She looked around, the smile on her face fighting with the impatience she was registering at the Kindle.

  The Kindle, the Kindle... Craig could feel himself honing in on what it was... yes, Leigh had something to do with it...

  Billie pushed past him impatiently and then stopped, turned abruptly, and ran back up the stairs. “Here, come here, I’ll put it on the computer.”

  He followed, moving slowly, trying to get to the bottom of it before Billie showed him herself. He hated when he couldn’t figure things out.

  He got it at exactly the same moment Billie brought up the screen with the book on it.

  Of course.

  “And there’s more,” Billie said. “She is on... like five different covers I can think of off the top of my head.”

  Her fingers typed nimbly on the keyboard, clattering away and bringing up window after window with book covers from the Amazon web page.

  Craig stared.

  Billie turned in the chair to face him leaning on the back of it. She crossed her legs. “That’s her, isn’t it?” she said with excitement. Her eyes were wild.

  Craig’s eyes were wide. “Bring up the first one?” he said, moving closer to the computer.

  Billie put a hand on his waistband and moved her fingers seductively over his lower abdomen as she used her left hand to bring up the first book cover.

  And there she was.

  Sitting on the edge of a bed, a simple, strapless sheath of black clinging to her ample breasts and ending just below her bottom, her long legs closed at the knee but slightly askew. Her face caught in an expression of uncertainty – halfway between seduction and guilt. Her hair was down, she had a lot of makeup on, and her skin had the dark, full tan of a men’s magazine model.

  But there was no mistaking it: that was Mrs. Leigh Hobbs.

  Craig’s jaw dropped open a little. Not many things shocked him, as many things as he’d done.

  But Leigh Hobbs being the model on the cover of a novel – he was remembering now – that he had liked very much, very much – shocked the hell out of him.

  “I can’t believe it,” he said stupidly.

  “I’m officially obsessed with this now,” Billie said. Her fingers were moving over his shorts again, seeking out the shape of his cock. He was already getting hard again.

  Billie flipped through more covers. “This is her, too,” she said.

  Craig leaned in and looked at the cover. The picture was much different, and this time the darling and conservative Mrs. Hobbs was poised in a feline stretch on a bed, nothing more than a white tank top and a pair of lacy panties covering the incredible curves that Craig had suspected were hiding underneath that sundress.

  It was her tits he liked best: they were large and full, and they had given the false impression that she had a bigger torso than she did. But in the bed pose, he could see that they were just perfect, round spheres that would push out her clothing – unless she chose to wear a skin-tight top like the one she was wearing in the photo.

  “She is like, on the cover of so many erotica books,” Billie said. She switched to another book.

  Craig read the title of the book. “Spanked By The Doctors?” he said.

  Billie shrugged. “I like to read it,” she said simply. This was another thing he loved about Billie; unlike a lot of women, she didn’t feel the need to explain things she did, or hide things about her sexuality out of guilt.

  Though it did sometimes make her a little difficult to manage.

  Someone like Leigh, though, apparently had another side to her, and she obviously did feel a little guilty about it.

  “This is going to be fun,” he said.

  Billie turned to him and grinned. “I know.”

  She pulled his shorts down for the second time that evening, and massaged his cock in her hand.

  “Put it on that first one,” he said.

  Billie grinned, and turned a little to comply. She filled the screen with the first book cover, the one he had vaguely recognized, the hotwife story he had liked so much.

  He stared at Leigh Hobbs, her full breasts and her closed knees, while Billie closed her mouth around his cock, and took him deep into her mouth. While his own wife sucked on his dick, he imagined pulling that black dress down until Mrs. Hobbs’ round breasts sprung loose, and he got to flick his tongue at her nipples. What color would they be? Judging by her lips, a caramel brown, maybe a little dark, like her eyes. And then he could nudge those closed knees open, and slide his fingers into her gash...

  He sank his fingers into Billie’s hair, and enjoyed the feel of her head as she bobbed up and down the length of his cock while he stared at Leigh’s picture.

  His stomach flexed almost involuntarily as his climax seized him, and he bent over a little, clutching Billie’s head to him as he came, emptying his seed into her hot, waiting mouth.

  Billie’s tongue swept in nimble circles around his shaft, darting here and there to tantalize him to almost painful ecstasy as his cock pulsed with the last of his orgasm. Her lips were tight on his shaft as she moved up to his crown, her tongue swirling, the vacuum of her mouth sucking him dry.

  She released him with a wet pop, and flicked her tongue out playfully at the tip of his dick after she did. Her eyes went back to the screen.

  “This is going to be fun,” she said.

  2: HOW I KNOW YOUR WIFE

  “You’re sure you don’t want to go with us?” Billie teased, slinging her big black leather purse over her shoulder.

  But she wasn’t really waiting for the answer. She turned before she even finished the sentence, hand on the door, and popped outside before Leigh could even let her mouth fall open in confusion.

  “Have a good time,” Jeremy said, holding up a beer in a mock toast. He winked at his wife, who smiled back.

  “I promise not to spend too much money,” she assured him.

  Billie called back to the house from near the car. “I don’t!” Her voice was cheerful, but it didn’t sound like a joke.

  Leigh slipped through the closing door. Jeremy turned to Craig, who nodded as he brought his beer to his lips. “She means that,” he said solemnly.

  Craig wasn’t sure, as usual, what to make of what Craig said. The two seemed to enjoy playacting the classic tropes of marriage: she drives poorly, he never takes out the trash, she spends too much money shopping, he doesn’t pay enough attention.

  Even though he hadn’t known them very long, though, Jeremy sensed their relationship wasn’t really as t
raditional as all that. They seemed incredibly close, for one thing, and for another, they were all over each other like newlyweds.

  Billie had called Leigh the weekend after their first barbecue, and asked if she wanted to go shopping while Craig and Jeremy went golfing. It had been a surprising call, and even more surprising was Leigh’s reaction to it (not that she didn’t love shopping), which had been almost ecstatic.

  She really liked Billie.

  And Craig had a membership at White Stone, one of the most elite golf clubs in town. Jeremy wasn’t a snob, but he wouldn’t mind seeing what was up at this well-known place. And he liked golf.

  He was just surprised that the neighbors, who seemed a heck of a lot cooler than he and Leigh were, had called them back and made plans so soon after their first visit.

  Craig took a swig of his beer and made the classic sound for refreshment: “Agggh.” He set the beer down hard on the table. “Ready?”

  Jeremy still had a good half a beer in his hand. He hadn’t downed a beer in years, but he wanted to get a nice buzz going. Why not? Craig was driving his Audi. He tipped his head back and slammed the beer (regretting it almost instantly, as a painful bubble of carbonation lodged itself in his gut). “Let’s do it,” he managed to say.

  It was only a week later, but already the temperature was creeping up along with the humidity. The swarms of insects that plagued the summer were already filling the air, but out on the pristine course at White Stone, it was still like springtime in that respect.

  Unfortunately, that wasn’t where Jeremy was spending most of his time.

  “Just take the stroke,” Craig said, his hands hung over the 9-iron he had placed across his back. This had the effect of pulling his shirt tight against his chest and the shape of his lean, hard chest.

  Jeremy looked up at him from the shallow, dry ravine where his ball had rolled. He swatted away some mosquitoes.

  The thing was, he couldn’t just take the stroke. Not when Mr. Bad-Boy-With-A-Golf-Membership was standing there looking like a surfer Adonis with a degree in finance and obvious business connections.