Yes: A Hotwife Romance (2 page)

Still clenching my hair in her fist, she started to writhe above me. Her hips moved forward and back, then in a circle as she searched for the place where my mouth could give her the most pleasure. When she found it she stared down at me, grunted, then grabbed my hair with her other fist.

Using my mouth as her fuck toy, she started to ride.

I loved the feeling of feeling a climax rising in her body. I felt a little shudder in her thighs every now and again. They started to flex around my face. She squeezed me with her legs. She was staring straight at me, as if just watching herself slide her cunt along my lips was turning her on even more.

Smooth motion turned into jerky fits and starts. Her thighs started to shake, then her whole body did. Her nipples stiffened even more until finally her red lips rounded into an "O," she sucked in a breath and almost stopped moving completely before her body started fucking again.

She threw her head back and screamed as a climax roared through her. I felt her pussy tightening above my tongue as fresh liquid spilled from her and down my cheeks. She rode me through one peak, then another, then another. Until there was no pleasure left to look for.

Her head lolled forward and, her eyes full of mischief, her lips smiling wide.

"Well now, Charlie Sampson," she purred, swinging her leg up and over me and stepping off the bed. I watched as she pulled open the drawer of the bedside table. "I guess you've earned your reward."

My cock jumped as I watched her take out two sets of cuffs. I let her pick my arm up, wrap one of them around my wrist, then watched her attach it to the bed.

She walked around and did the same with the other, then she set her eyes on me again. She put a finger to her lips, pretending to ponder. "So? How should I fuck you this evening?"

My breath was coming even faster now. My heart was beating faster too. I knew she didn't want an answer. I knew she knew this was the most erotic thing she could do for me: take control.

"Well," she said with a sigh as her eyes ran down my body, "I guess I should check if that cock is hard enough to fuck." She put a little more punch when she said the word "fuck." Like it was an annoying chore she had to do.

Bending over me slightly, so I still had the perfect view of the plump breasts sagging from her chest, she put a hand between my legs, grabbed my sack and squeezed.

"Ah!" I yelled as the pressure of her fist around my balls tore through me.

"What's the matter?" she asked, glancing at me with a wicked smile.

She was still squeezing me. My cock was bouncing in front of her, begging for attention. She rolled my sack around in her fingers, making my whole body stiff. When she'd had enough of watching me writhe, she leaned down and paused, her lips just above the head of my cock.

"Oh fuck yes..." I groaned as she sank those lips down over my shaft, surrounding me with the wet heat of her mouth. She began to move up and down, her tongue curling around my cock, one way then the other.

I could feel it starting. My cum was travelling in an almost painful ache out of my balls and into my rigid cock. I felt the first spurt of precum trickle from me into her mouth.

"Unh-uh," she said, coming off me and wiping her lips with a finger. She put the same finger into her mouth, licking off what she'd collected there. Crawling back up onto the bed, she swung a leg over me until her the swollen wet lips of her pussy were poised just above my straining cock.

I couldn't stop staring at my swollen member just inches from her soaked center lips. She hovered there, her hands on her sides, watching me watching her, making me need her more.

When I looked up at her, she was still wearing her half-smile. "Please," I whispered, desperate to feel her heat.

"Please, what?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"Please I want to be inside your pussy!" I hissed, as if my life depended on it.

She smiled a little wider, reached a hand down in between her legs and wrapped her fingers around my member. She looked down. With my cock firmly in hand, she lowered herself and I gasped as I felt the soaked lips of her cunt stretching around me.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned my hips bucking up to drive myself deeper into her hot pussy. She stopped me. I hadn't even pushed my whole head inside. With a hand on either side of my hip, she stopped me from driving myself into her. "Oh fuck..." I whimpered this time, desperate to feel her swallow me completely. She pulled away instead.

As she came off, I watched a thin strand of the gluey fluid stretch from her cunt, sticky on my cock. When it finally broke free, it dribbled down my shaft, then disappeared somewhere in between my legs. It just made me need her more, to be inside of her.

Stretching her pussy lips open with her fingers, Angeline lowered herself just a little further, so my glans was almost swallowed by her tight, soaked hole.

It was excruciating, the feeling of almost being inside her like that but not being allowed to go fully in. She knew it, I could tell by her smile. She loved it, too, driving me wild like that.

She teased me a few more times, each time sinking a little lower until finally, with a look of delirious pleasure, like she might burst into laughter at my plight, she sank down onto me completely engulfing me in her liquid heat.

I groaned loudly, my wrists straining against the chains that held my arms up. My hips bucked up, my whole body flexing to be even deeper inside her and I lifted her slightly off the bed.

She just sat there on top of me, smiling.

I started to buck beneath her, realizing she wasn't going to be much help. My thighs strained as I searched for friction somewhere inside her warmth. Her breasts swayed as I moved her body one way then the next. Her hips rocked, but only from my efforts.

She just sat and smiled.

"Please Angie," I begged again, breathless, "can you let me come?"

Without a word she started moving.

My mouth dropped open. Finally, the first relief to the ache that had built inside me came with her motion. I slid along her soft and sacred walls, soaked with juice. A throb rushed through me.

My hips started to buck and heave faster as I fucked my cock deep into her, as deep as it would go. Mostly I kept my eyes on her pussy, watching myself disappear inside her but every time I did look up, it was to that same wry smile. I knew she liked my torment as much as I did myself.

I felt another pulse inside me. Cum started to race into my shaft. I flexed inside her and agony stretched across my lips.

She reached a hand around herself and in between my legs. As the first blast of my seed exploded into her, she squeezed my balls again.

"Ah!" I roared as I succumbed to a massive shudder. Shot after shot of hot cum pulsed from me, coating her insides.

She held onto my balls tightly, squeezing every last drop from me until there was nothing left.

The rhythmic thundering of my hips gave way to fitful, spasming jerks as her fingers began to knead my balls again. I loved the way the feeling of her handling me like that stretched out the tail end of my disappearing orgasm.

When she'd squeezed all she could from me, I felt her start to come off me. I opened my eyes and looked down.

She got off me quickly, holding a hand under herself.

My eyes went wide at what I knew was coming.

Crawling up my body, over my shoulders, she sat on my chest again. I looked down to see her raw, pink hole, stretched and full of my seed. She slid towards me and settled on my mouth.

Closing my eyes, I pushed my tongue deep into her cunt again. I'd left a huge load inside her. The sweet tang of her pussy mingled with the tartness of my own seed as I sucked out my deposit.

It came out like an oyster, in one long glob I had to slurp and swallow quickly. I felt her fingers in my hair again. Her touch was tender now, loving. I looked up to see her still smiling. It was a warmer smile. My own insides warmed at the sight of it.

She held me there like that, toying with my hair as the taste of her and me lingered in my mouth. She finally got up and pulled herself off my mouth. A part of me wished she'd stay on top like that forever. She undid the straps that held my wrists chained to the bed, then slid down and tucked herself into the crook of my shoulder.

I pulled the covers over us and we lay there like that, revelling in each others warmth.

"Hey," she breathed, a moment before I slid into sleep.

I opened my eyes, looked down at her and smiled. "Hey," I whispered.

"I love you." The words were blurry, as if I were already in a dream.

"I love you too," I answered, squeezing her a little closer to my chest. "How'd you get through your whole day with a headache?" I muttered, a passing thought before we both drifted off to sleep.

"Oh, Will gave me a massage. That kid has the most amazing hands," she purred, slurring slightly as she slid into sleep.

My eyes popped open and my heart made a thud inside my chest.

Suddenly I was wide awake.

Chapter 3

"Oh you've got to be fucking
kidding
me!" The less than dulcet tones of Angie's voice drifted in under the office door. A pan clattered loudly on the floor in the silence that followed. A few seconds later, she opened the door.

I looked up from the spreadsheet I was poring over and flashed her a smile. "Everything okay?"

"No. Everything is fucked." She stomped through the office and yanked open one of filing cabinet drawers. She pulled out and envelope stuffed with cash and began counting bills. Will's head popped through the door.

"Hey Mr. S!" he smiled with a wave.

I took my glasses off and leaned back in my chair. "Hi Will. I thought I told you not to call me that? You're not that much younger than me, you know?"

He smiled and covered his mouth with a hand, sheepish. "Sorry. Charlie. I know. It's just..." He stuck out a thumb and jabbed the air towards where Angie was standing.

"I know Will, I know." Calling me Charlie was a little too close to calling the chef "Angie."

"Okay Will," Angie said, stuffing the envelope back into the drawer and slamming it shut.

"Yes chef!" Will snapped, straightening to attention.

She ran a tight kitchen, my wife did. She handed him the bills and started explaining what to buy.

The memory of what she'd said last night oozed like thick syrup from the base of my brain and down my spine. A flash of panic. A bolt of adrenaline. All three feelings settled in the deepest part of my gut. They made my balls heavy. My cock moved.

I couldn't keep myself from staring as her dainty white hand pressed the wad of bills into his meaty, black paw. It was a veiny thing, muscled from years of wielding his chef's knife and lifting pots and pans.

The sight tripped some primal switch in my mind and suddenly the only thing I could think of was what his thick, black cock would look like pressing inside my wife. A beautiful but terrifying shudder shook through me.

"Helloooooo! Charlie!"

The sound of her voice ripped me from my fantasy back into the room. They were both staring at me. Will looked puzzled. Angie just looked annoyed.

"Sorry," I muttered, "I spaced out."

"Yeah. I got that," she snapped. "Did you hear what I said?"

"No," I answered with half my mind still in a daze.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, throwing her hands up in the air. "Are you done?" Her eyes bulged with irritation at having to repeat herself.

I know. She could be a total bitch. What can I say? I was a glutton for punishment. Also, I was just
really
into her.

"No," I answered, putting my glasses back on and peering at the spreadsheet. "Another twenty minutes probably."

She sighed. "Okay. I guess I'll get chopping. Nicky's probably finished half a celery stalk in the last five minutes so there'll be lots to do."

Will grinned at the quip, gave me a little wave, then ducked out through the door.

Angie turned to follow him.

"Ange," I said.

She spun around, furrowing her brow into a scowl.

I folded my arms across my chest. It melted her exasperation a little.

Her shoulders sank as she let go of some of the tension she was hauling around.

"I'm being a bitch again."

I nodded.

"I'm sorry. Fuck. Maybe I should just forget this whole fucking restaurant thing and go back to..."

"Angie," I interrupted, looking up and into her eyes.

"Come on Charlie, I can barely afford to pay my accountant, for fuck's sake."

I swivelled the chair and caught her arm, scooping her into my lap.

Her gasp burst into a giggle.

"You pay me just fine," I growled, nuzzling at the softest part of her neck. She smelled like strawberries.

"I don't pay you anything," she answered with a laugh.

I took her by the chin and made her turn and look at me.

"I'm telling you. You pay me just fine."

She swatted my hand away and shook her head. "Well I guess I'll have to give you time and a half for all this overtime you're putting in," she purred. I felt her warm breath glide across my neck.

Another vision. Angie sitting just like this, but on his lap. His cock growing beneath her, the way mine was now.

"Well hello," she whispered, feeling me move against her leg. "Should we just skip dinner?"

It was very tempting. But she was even more of a beast if she hadn't been fed. "Let's just do something light."

The sound of a pot crashing to the floor in the kitchen burst our little bubble. Angie sighed.

"Okay. Hurry up. I want to get out of here before service," she said, standing up and walking towards the door. I watched her ass swaying away from me until she'd disappeared and then I closed my eyes and thought about it some more.

That kid has the most amazing hands.

The memory of it made my eyes open wide again. Wouldn't that be something? To see her body being touched by Will's black, amazing hands.

Chapter 4

The sound of flattened rubber on gravel made the care shake as I pulled over onto the pitch black shoulder. An uncommon surge of anger tore through me and I screamed a violent "Fuck!" as my hand slammed the horn. Angie had been toying with me all through dinner. By the end of the meal, I thought I was going to have to fuck her in the bathroom.