Leigh Uncovered: A Wife Sharing Novel

by Arnica Butler

  “Four numbers,” Craig said, sliding his hand down her arm while he whispered in her ear. “All touching.”

  Leigh’s eyes went wide, and Billie grinned at her. “Anyway it’s a long shot,” she said, turning her attention to the table.

  Jeremy gave Leigh a look, meaning to convey to her that if there was anything she didn’t want to do, he had her back. But Leigh’s trepidation disappeared quickly.

  “Okay,” she said. “Um… I guess my bet is, uh...” she looked at Jeremy. “I want to be a hotwife.” She blushed. “But specifically I want, like, that scene in Julia’s Big Boss.” She looked at everyone’s face, including Billie, who was making a sort of impressed smile-frown and nodding her head.

  “Bet on black,” Billie suggested.

  Leigh put her chip primly on the black box.

  “Better hurry,” Billie urged.

  Jeremy shrugged. “I want the same thing as Leigh.”

  As he said this, and Billie murmured, “Bet on red, then,” while bringing her straw seductively to her teeth, Craig leaned over and whispered something in Leigh’s ear that made her eyes go wide. At the same time, he managed to get his chip on the first third box before the bets were called.

  “I don’t know...” Leigh said, alarmed, turning toward him.

  “Let’s just see how it goes,” Craig said.

  The croupier dropped the ball.

  They all stared at the white marble, spinning in large, lazy circles. It seemed to go on forever, the sound of it steady as though it would never stop.

  At last, it bounced, and rattled, and bounced, and plunked.

  8. Black.

  A pause came over the group, everyone calculating what it meant.

  “Oh,” Billie said. “How sad for me, I’m the big loser.” She delivered this proclamation with her usual cheerful mischievous voice and brought the straw in her drink to her lips. Then, her eyes were already moving elsewhere, in search of her next adventure.

  “I lost, too,” Jeremy said, not sure about the feeling that was overtaking him.

  Leigh had won, and so had Craig, which meant… what?

  Leigh looked a little nervous. Her eyes were on the wheel and the fate it spelled out, and Jeremy was having a hard time figuring out if the flush on her face was happiness, or that she regretted her bet.

  Jeremy leaned over to her. “It’s just a game,” he said, in a low voice. “You don’t have to do it.”

  Leigh was still staring, at the croupier now, watching him pay out the winners.

  She turned slightly toward Jeremy, and there was a moment he really had no idea what she was going to do.

  The corner of her mouth turned up a little. “Fair is fair,” she said. She turned to Craig. “Well?”

  Her confidence was staggering. Jeremy felt lightheaded.

  Craig grinned at Jeremy. Then he held out his arm and Leigh slid hers into it.

  “Nobody even says goodbye to Billie,” Billie muttered, but if she was actually sad about anything, she was doing a good job of not showing it. She gave a quick flick of her hair, and smiled at Jeremy. “You should have bet on something else,” she said. Another smile, and Jeremy felt a sliver of heat inside of him. “Maybe next time.”

  Then she turned on her heel, and was gone.

  Jeremy looked to where Leigh and Craig had gone, and they were almost at the elevator. Leigh looked back at him, and for a moment he wondered if she really wanted him to come. But then she stopped walking, and put her hand on Craig’s.

  He walked briskly to catch up with them, not caring that he looked like an amateur speed-walker.

  *

  They went to Leigh and Jeremy’s room, something they never really discussed, just did. A party of drunken guys got in on the second floor and went up a few floors before realizing they wanted to go down.

  Leigh caught the eye of one of them, and he did a double take. The friends piled out on the same floor as the trio, but the guy couldn’t stop looking at Leigh. The same jealousy and wild loss of control he had experienced below moved through Jeremy. And if only those guys knew what he was about to sanction his wife doing.

  Leigh seemed to have made up her mind. She walked at a brisk pace and used her own key to open the door.

  Jeremy was last, following Craig, who was walking toward his wife as though Jeremy weren’t even there. He had already started to loosen his tie, and Jeremy found the movement of his hands to undress himself, in preparation for fucking Jeremy’s wife, oddly arousing.

  Leigh stopped next to the bed, and gave a half-turn. “So….” she said. But she had a seductive, more than nervous tone. She touched her shoulder, stroking her soft skin.

  Jeremy sat down – or more like melted - into the chair by the window.

  He was expecting, for some reason, a bit more of a seduction scene. Somewhere in the elevator and on the walk to the room, he almost felt like he had transported out of this space and was watching, not even visible. He thought maybe Craig would do more coaxing, more drawing of his shy wife toward him.

  But Leigh, he realized, was not really shy. Not anymore. Leigh was looking at Craig with a hungry expression on her face – it was very different than the last performance she had given so reluctantly.

  Craig was nodding, a smile on his lips as he moved closer to Leigh, his hands reaching for the straps of her dress. He slid them down her shoulders in a smooth movement, his hands all over her skin. The fabric seemed to peel away from her body, exposing skin, the curves of her breasts, then finally her nipples.

  Craig stared at Leigh’s breasts for a moment, before sweeping his fingertips lower and lower until he reached the nubs on her breasts. He played with them, tapping his fingers over them slightly until they stiffened at his touch.

  He pinched one, then the other, and then moved closer to her to cup her breasts and play with their weight with his hands. He edged his mouth closer to hers, until he brushed his lips over her lips lightly. At last, he covered her mouth and began to explore it with his tongue, moving his jaw against hers forcefully, like he wanted to suck the life out of her.

  Jeremy shifted in the chair. His stomach felt like it was falling through the floor. His cock pressed against the zipper of his pants.

  Craig released Leigh’s lips with a loud smack, and then he tipped his head slightly to place his mouth close to her ear. Her eyes went wide as he whispered to her. Jeremy strained to hear, but could make out nothing. He could only see by Leigh’s face that whatever was being said was scandalous, or filthy, or worse.

  He gripped the fat handrest of the chair and forced himself to stay where he was. After all, as Leigh had said, fair was fair. And this was what he had wanted, after all.

  As Craig whispered, his left hand moved slowly down Leigh’s body, tucking into the dress, turning so that his tattoos twisted with the motion as he turned his palm to face her body and move lower, lower still, until Leigh gasped as Craig’s fingers made their way to her pussy.

  Jeremy stared at the motion of the dress as Craig’s hand moved to do whatever it was doing under there. He lifted his eyes to watch Leigh face. Her mouth was open and she was looking straight ahead. She brought her hand up to Craig’s shoulder to balance herself.

  He was done whispering to her, and now his mouth was moving along the length of her shoulder. Leigh gasped, and she stumbled a little, but Craig steadied her as he continued whatever he was doing beneath her dress.

  Leigh looked over at Jeremy suddenly, meeting his eyes. Her own eyes registered a bit of shock, as Craig’s fingers slid into the wet folds of her pussy. Almost like she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this.

  Jeremy again offered her the nod of encouragement she knew she needed.

  He could hear the sloshing of her pussy now as Craig moved his fingers through her lips, playing with her clit. He lifted her leg to hook it on his hip, and when he did, Jeremy got a great view of his fingers embedded in Leigh’s pussy.

  Leigh’s totally bare pus
sy.

  Jeremy stared, wondering if he was seeing what he was seeing, and yes – it appeared to be true. The faint, feathery hair that Leigh kept trimmed neatly had been completely waxed off, and only her smooth lips remained to surround the red, wet gash of her cunt.

  And Craig had his fingers in it, two of them, and he was moving them in and out with a smooth expertise while he held her leg up.

  Leigh’s eyes went a little glassy and she gasped again. Then her eyes closed halfway and she mewled.

  “That’s it,” Craig said. “Get nice and wet for me.”

  “Oh,” Leigh said. “Oh, oh...” the last words dribbled away in a strangled cry as her foot kicked violently in the air. Leigh ground her hips against Craig’s body as she came. His fingers glistened with her cum as he continued to plunge them in and out of her.

  “Oh,” Leigh moaned. “Oh, stop, I can’t...”

  “Shhh,” Craig hushed her, soothingly. “Be a good girl.”

  Leigh squirmed in his grip, but he held her firmly, almost like she was a rag doll. He had one hand along her spine to keep her from falling backward, and his big muscles strained with the effort.

  At last, after making her squirm and mewl for a few moments, he let her fall to the bed. Leigh collapsed in a heap of her dress and her long limbs, her hair stuck to one cheek with sweat.

  Craig quickly pulled his belt out of its loops and shimmied out of his pants. He tore his shirt over his head to get completely naked.

  Jeremy stared at the sight: his wife squirming on the bed in her own juices, and the naked man in front of her. Craig’s cock was pointed straight in front of him, thick and almost muscular, like his arms. The tattoos that crawled over his biceps seemed to move menacingly as he removed his shirt.

  He climbed on top of Leigh, and pulled at her dress, pushing the fabric to the middle of her torso and then clawing at her panties until Jeremy heard them tear. Craig pulled on the red fabric until it slipped out from under her bottom.

  He threw the panties to the side after holding them to his nose and inhaling Leigh’s scent.

  Jeremy stared at Leigh’s pussy. The folds of it were bare, but the center of her gash had been spread open and burst out from between them from Craig’s rough finger-fucking. He could smell her juices from where he was.

  Craig lowered his hips by spreading his legs, and worked his cock into her breasts again and gave a few thrusts as he pushed her tits together himself. His thumbs moved over her nipples. “Oh, fuck, that’s nice,” he said, in a low growl. “Such nice, pretty tits.”

  “Lick his cock again,” Jeremy said. His voice left him before he even realized he was talking.

  Craig didn’t seem to react to Jeremy speaking, except to put his hand on Leigh’s head and help her to lift her head so that she could reach his cock with her tongue. Leigh looked over at Jeremy, surprised, but she extended her tongue to lap at Craig’s wet crown.

  The taste of his briny cum was in her mouth now, on her lips, Jeremy thought. He felt like he could double over with the sweet pain of it, but he stayed as he was. Watching as the bulbous head of Craig’s cock squeaked through her tits and then glanced over her willing tongue.

  Craig rose up suddenly. “Not quite yet,” he said, as Leigh hungrily went after his cock with her mouth. He reached behind him and slapped Leigh on the hip. “Turn around,” he said. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  He scooted backward as her body rotated beneath him. Leigh looked over her shoulder at Jeremy as she rose up onto her elbows and knees. Craig gave her a light slap on the ass. “Let’s see that thing I wanted,” he said.

  Craig placed one hand on Leigh’s ass and squeezed, pulling her left buttock open. He turned slightly so that Jeremy had a better view of Leigh’s pussy and her pink buttonhole anus, the cum sliding between her thighs. Craig’s took his cock in his left hand and watched, as did Jeremy, as Leigh hesitated, then leaned forward on her chest and brought her right hand between her legs.

  Craig changed the angle of his hand to work his fingers into the lips of Leigh’s pussy and pull them apart. Now Jeremy and Craig had an excellent view as Leigh slid her fingers into her wet, messy cunt and played with her clit.

  “You can do better than that,” Craig said. “Make yourself come.”

  Leigh turned her head to face the headboard, and at the same time she plunged her fingers into her hole, first one, then a second one, finger fucking herself.

  Jeremy stared as his wife masturbated for both of them, sliding her fanned fingers over her clit and into her pussy at the same time. Her fingers sloshed and squelched until she began to pant and twist her feet. She moaned and her fingers began to work faster and faster.

  Well, Jeremy thought. At least Craig’s “bet” hadn’t been anything too filthy.

  He felt a pang of disappointment along with his relief.

  “Make yourself come,” Craig said. “Make yourself come for me.”

  Leigh worked her fingers over her clit, and Jeremy stared as she worked herself into a frenzy. Only after a few moments of watching her, his cock throbbing, did he notice that she was using her left hand. Her wedding ring plunged in and out of her pussy, glimmering and then gone, then again and again.

  He heard Leigh squeal as she came, and she turned her face to the pillow to bite it. Cum welled up from her cunt and coated her fingers, sliding down her thighs. Craig held her open to watch, and after she had squelched out the last of her orgasm, he reached down and took her hand in his by the wrist.

  He used his other hand to pull her back toward him, by the hair, so that she was sitting up. Then, so Jeremy could see exactly what he was doing, he played with the fingers of her hand – still shining with her wet cum – and then, slowly, brought her ring finger to his mouth.

  Jeremy watched as his wife’s finger disappeared into Craig’s mouth, as he tasted her sweet juices, and then, as her finger emerged – the ring removed. Craig dropped her hand and brought his finger to his mouth to take the ring out. He leaned over to set it on the nightstand. It glinted at Jeremy, and then he looked back to his wife, whose ringless hand was being suspended still by Jeremy, limp with submission.

  She was still breathing quickly from the exertion of her climax. Craig pushed her hair to one side and whispered into her ear.

  “I don’t know if I can,” she said.

  “Just try,” Craig urged her. “After all, I won my bet.”

  Leigh looked back at Jeremy, and then she fell forward onto her hands and knees.

  Jeremy stared as Craig brought his cock to her pussy, and rubbed the crown of it in the gushing juices. The stickiness seemed to echo in the room for several moments as he used his cock to get her excited again, teasing her clit.

  Then, he pushed the whole big slab into her pussy.

  “Oh!” Leigh moaned. She sank back against him as he slowly fucked her, and Jeremy could see that his wife was getting hungry, wanting to come again.

  Craig watched his own cock sliding in and out of Leigh, and he fucked her slowly for a bit. Then he said, “now I think we’re ready for my winnings.”

  A jolt went through Jeremy. He watched as the long snake of Craig’s cock slid from inside Leigh, and she looked back, over her shoulder, at Craig and what he was doing.

  Beads of sweat had formed above her lip, and on her forehead. Her hair was humid, tangled, clinging to her neck. Her face had acquired a slutty expression, an expression of need. And now she was not looking to Jeremy, but to Craig, for his next move.

  Jeremy stared, gripping the arms of the chair, as Craig guided his cock to the pink eyelet of his wife’s ass.

  Leigh bit her lower lip. “Oh,” she said. “I don’t know if I can.”

  She squirmed as Craig, ignoring her remark, moved his cock over her hole, and brought his thumb up to massage the ringlet as well.

  Leigh watched him and began to pant heavily. Then, finally, she looked over at Jeremy.

  Jeremy nodded.

  You can do it,
he thought silently.

  “Oooh!” Leigh said, and Jeremy’s attention went back to her ass, where Craig was slowly slipping his thumb inside of her.

  “Just relax,” Craig said. “You can do it.”

  Leigh bit her lip. Craig pushed his thumb deeper inside of her, and she threw her head back. “Oh!” she said. “Mmmm… I don’t know, I can’t do it,” she said.

  Jeremy started to get worried, and he felt his thighs tighten as he started to stand up, but Craig looked over at him and shook his head slowly. “You can do it, Leigh,” he said, still looking at Jeremy.

  He slid his thumb out of Leigh’s eyelet, and then brought his cock back to the center.

  Leigh dropped to her chest, and held onto the sheets, as if she was going to be whipped away in a storm. She looked at Jeremy.

  And then, slowly, Craig pushed forward, and Leigh squealed, and his cock began to sink inside of her. Leigh’s mouth opened wide.

  Then she said, “oh no, oh, no, stop… no, just slower, go slow, no don’t stop, I want it all the way in… oh, I can’t… just a little more...”

  Craig, not for a moment unnerved by anything she said, kept moving slowly, opening her up, filling her up with his fat prick. Jeremy stared as Craig’s meat disappeared into Leigh’s ass, stretching her wide open.

  Then he dropped his hands and held onto her hips. “There we go,” he said. “You did it.”

  Leigh rose to her hands again. “Oh my.. oh my God,” she said. Her voice was throaty, her face frozen in an expression of disbelief.

  Craig began to fuck her, slowly at first and then picking up speed.

  Leigh braced herself on the bed, and moaned, open-mouthed, as he began to really pummel her. Jeremy was shocked that Leigh – Leigh of all people – could take such a filthy fucking, her first time (as far as he knew) anal.

  “Oh!” Leigh screamed, as Craig began to fuck her fast, his buttocks clenched with his oncoming climax. “Oh, oh!”

  Craig manhandled Leigh, holding her like a prop or a toy as he jammed his cock deep inside of her and groaned, filling her with his cum.

  Leigh grasped at the sheets, still squirming. She continued to push back against him, still wanting more.