The Hobby Job: A Romantic Wife-Watching Novel

by Arnica Butler

  It was too much for Nate, and he groaned. His white cum exploded and streaking Laura's face with creamy, sticky strands.

  She jerked every last bit of cum from him, and then gave her lips a cleansing swipe. She left the remainder of his cum streaked on her face, in her hair. She seemed to know I wanted it there, drying against her skin, a reminder of her corruption and bad behavior.

  “I'm not done,” she told Nate, as he began to step backwards.

  She was back on the bed, on her knees at the edge. She put her hands on his shoulders. She slid one hand down to his cock, which she stroked lazily so that I could see it. The kid was stunned, but his cock had never really gone flaccid. It jerked and twitched to hard life gain in Laura's hand.

  Then she placed her mouth next to his ear, and began to whisper to him, smiling. Nate's face began to brighten, and then she lifted her eyes to meet mine again as she whispered her final, teasing instructions.

  I had no idea what she was going to do. Watching her whisper into Nate's ear was almost too much for me. The scent of sex – Nate's cum, briny and almost astringent, reached my nose. Floating under it the tangy ambrosial scent of Laura's cunt.

  She slid her panties down her hips, twisting a little this way and that to get them to her knees. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing her pert breasts.

  I realized that Nate was getting his first look at Laura's small, tidy nipples, centered in her taut mound of creamy flesh. Laura showed off her lovely body, and pushed her tits together for show, but she immediately changed her tack and turned away from us, on all fours.

  She had her ass on display now, and briefly I wondered when she had shaved. She was almost completely bare, with only a tiny landing strip above her snatch. The outer lips of her pussy were smooth and creamy, disappearing to folded petals of pink. All of it glistening with her own excitement.

  Nate remained where he was, but it obviously taxed him a little. His hand twitched and a shiver went through him as he followed Laura's apparent instructions to watch. Watch, as she reached a hand between her legs from beneath her, and slid her long finger between the folds of her dripping cunt. We were there together, Nate and I, as she teased us both with her own finger, stroking her clit, her legs trembling as she made herself come. Her finger was soaked with her own juices.

  She didn't stop there, though. She took her finger up, up to the dull pink ring of her ass. She made a circle around her anus, smearing her juices on it until it shone.

  She tapped it and turned back to face Nate.

  I was paralyzed by how hot I was by now. I almost couldn't breathe.

  Nate stepped forward, and with the hand between her legs, Laura guided his cock to her pussy. Then she pushed herself back, back until his shaft began to slowly disappear inside of her flesh. It was a tight fit; Nate's cock was thick and it strained her inner labia until they were almost white. Laura turned her head up to the ceiling and let out an anguished moan. But she kept going, until his entire cock was embedded in her flesh.

  He began to fuck her, apparently a further instruction Laura had whispered in his ear.

  “Oh, fuck! Oh, god!” Laura mewled. She turned her head down to the bed. It really was a lot for her to take, but she was also, clearly, enjoying the ecstasy of it. “Oh fuck.”

  She turned her head, and looked at me to say the next bit, with a smile. “Your cock is so big, Nate. Fuck, I'm all filled up!”

  Cliched, ripped directly from my pornos, but it did the trick. God, she was good. My cock screamed at me.

  I watched as Nate hammered into her and she yelled at him to fuck her harder, and not to come yet because she was almost there. Then I watched her spasm from her core to her toes as she screamed with her orgasm. The sticky sloshing of her pussy became even soggier, and I knew she was gushing cum all over his cock.

  Nate could barely make it a second longer. His body was tensing, but he withdrew just before he came. Laura fell to her chest and reached her hand back to pump his cock.

  He aimed, as she had instructed, right for her asshole, covering it with a load of cum that seemed even larger than the previous one.

  His white froth dripped down Laura's taint, as they both remained motionless except for their heaving chests. I watched his cum slide over her outer lips, down her nearly-bursting clit, into the reddened folds of her pussy.

  For a moment we were all frozen in time, and then, as though he suddenly remembered where he was and what he was doing, Nate looked around nervously. His eyes darted away when he saw me.

  He picked up his shirt from the floor, and pulled up his pants. “Uh...”

  Laura was still on the bed, her ass in the air, Nate's cum dripping lazily between her legs.

  She sat up and twisted around, so she was propped on her side. She swiped a sticky strand of hair from her face. “That was lovely. But you'd better go,” she told him.

  Nate looked around the room again, and shrugged. The situation was weird, but he had a fucked-out glow about him, and I knew he was numb above and below the waist. He tossed his shirt over his head.

  He looked at Laura. “Do I…?” She waved him away, not needing any kind of affectionate closure.

  “Uh...see you at work then, I guess,” he said.

  Laura gave him a smile.

  He closed the door behind him, and Laura looked at me. Her eyes were lit up. “So?”

  I was unsteady as I rose and walked to the door to lock it. I stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at my wife.

  I wanted her to get on all fours again, and let me watch the cum dripping between her thighs. I didn't know how to best articulate that, but Laura saved me by sensing what I wanted. She turned and got herself into that same position, but facing the end of the bed. Treating me to the fantastic view of her abused pussy while I undressed.

  I reached out and swiped a smear of cum around her asshole.

  “I thought you were going to let him -”

  “Fuck me in the ass?” Laura finished, mischief glinting in her eyes when she looked back at me from the bed. Her face was pressed into the sheets. “Not this time.”

  She winked at me.

  But I had been waiting far too long, and my cock was too hard to take any more teasing. I grasped Laura by the hips and thrust myself inside of her.

  It didn't take much of her hot and stretched flesh on my cock, combined with the memories of everything I had just seen, to send me over the edge to a screaming, crushing orgasm. I buried my cock as deep inside of her when I came, filling her sopping pussy with my own load of cum.

  I fell on top of her. I was actually dizzy, even lying down. My ears were ringing so hard I couldn't hear anything.

  I rolled to the side to keep from crushing Laura. She was still for a moment, and then her hair whipped me in the face as she turned to face me.

  “That was hot,” she whispered.

  “That was fucking hot,” I agreed.

  Her eyes moved over my face, and I could see she wanted to take in my reaction. The real one, deep inside of me.

  But she was silent. She closed her eyes for a moment.

  It seemed funny that, even after all of that, it was hard for her or me to share an honest thought about what had happened.

  “I'm okay with it,” she said, finally. “I'm really okay with it.”

  She rolled to her side to look at me. “Are you?” She moved her fingers over my chest. Her face had lost all of its sexual deviousness and now she seemed tender, concerned.

  I nodded. “I am.”

  I really was.

  Laura leaned forward and we kissed. It was the kind of kiss that went deeper than the ordinary, perfunctory kisses you give each other after so many years of marriage. It was renewed. Or maybe regenerated.

  Or maybe it was an entirely new thing, underneath the passion that was in it.

  Whatever it was, I knew we were on to a new chapter in our lives.

  Laura fell back on the bed.

  “I l
ike my new hobby job,” she said, grinning.

  We both knew she didn't mean the restaurant.

  I had no idea where things would go from there, but it seemed promising.

  E PILOGUE

  LAURA

  I decided, after talking it over with Conrad, that I should probably quit The Pied Piper.

  Nate wasn't really “that kind of guy,” but I had doubts about his ability to keep his experience to himself. The most likely candidates for him to spill the beans to were Jamie, or Aaron, the cook. Things got around fast in the restaurant business, and the idea of having to deal with all those little twerps trying to get me into bed seemed pretty annoying.

  Conrad agreed. Besides, we had sparked our sex life, gotten what we wanted, and now we needed some time to think about where we were going with this in the future.

  I decided to go in for a beer on Tuesday, before I quit, when I knew Nate would be working. Conrad wanted to come, but I told him it was probably best to wrap things up myself.

  I sat in the bar, so I could get Nate for a server.

  He saw me when I walked in, and gave me a wink.

  In truth, I felt a little twist inside of me. Similar to the one I'd had at first. He was a great-looking guy. His springy hair, his ice-blue eyes. His very hard body, which had felt as good next to my skin as I had imagined it would.

  And, let's face it – he had a great cock. Size doesn't matter that much, but size like that is certainly...well...an incredible asset. An incredible experience. I won't lie.

  But all the feelings I had for Nate, that had kept me twisted up inside, were gone. I didn't imagine any more tense moments with him in the freezer, because the tension was gone. Anyway, what I had loved more than any of that was being watched. Performing for Conrad. Acting like a dirty porn star, for my husband.

  Nate approached me, and he had a knowing grin on his face.

  He tucked his money book into his apron.

  “Tuesday, huh?” he said. “You aren't planning on jumping ship?”

  I shrugged. I had worn a very hot shirt, and some tight pants, and I really felt my renewed power as a sexual being. I liked the way Nate was looking at me now. “I think it's time,” I said.

  He nodded, like he had already seen it coming. “So...anything you want. On the house,” he told me. “Enormous beer? Haggis egg rolls?”

  I laughed. At least he had a good sense of humor.

  “Just as long as you're not trying to get me back into bed.”

  He smiled. “I'm a guy.”

  “Small beer,” I laughed. “I'm really just here to-”

  “I know,” he said. “Wrap things up. Still...if you change your mind…call me any time.”

  He sauntered off. He brought me my beer, I drank it. He gave me a few looks as he went back and forth to the kitchen.

  When I finished he came back and smiled again. He could see I was getting up to leave.

  “More beer?” he said. “Or anything else?”

  I felt like ruffling his hair, but resisted the urge.

  I waved, and started to walk out.

  “Hey, Laura,” he called. “You were gonna write about this place, right? Still gonna do that?”

  He was grinning.

  “I don't think it's appropriate for...the kind of journals I submit to,” I laughed. I had forgotten about that project long ago. The idea now seemed preposterous.

  He shrugged.

  “Maybe submit it somewhere else,” he suggested, eyebrows raised. “You know. Online or something.” He mouthed the next bit: Er-o-ti-ca. “It's a good story.”

  I gave him a kiss. On the lips. He was still beautifully, wonderfully hot.

  “It's a good idea,” I conceded. “Maybe I'll do that.”

  And, as the idea started working its way through my head as I left The Pied Piper for the last time, it seemed better and better.

  Huh.

  Maybe I would.

  END

  M ORE FROM ARNICA BUTLER

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