Yes: A Hotwife Romance (3 page)

"Shit Charlie, calm down!" she started at my outburst, a hand pressed to her chest.

A deep breath calmed me down. "Sorry. Just...looking forward to getting home is all." I turned the car off but left the lights on and popped the trunk.

It was pitch black out there and I had to feel my way to the spare tire. I cursed myself for never actually buying that flashlight I'd meant to buy for the car. Somehow I managed to find everything though and soon I had the hub caps off and was hauling on a rusted lug nut. No matter how hard I pulled, the thing wouldn't budge.

I stood up and kicked the lug wrench. It fell off the nut and onto the shoulder with a clang. I cursed under my breath and got back into the car.

"So?" she asked.

"Rusted lug nut," I answered, pulling out my phone. I flipped through the contacts until I found the number to roadside assistance.

The woman on the other end was very helpful. She explained everything in great detail and left me with a reference number in case I had any questions or had to call back.

"So?" Angie asked again after I'd hung up.

"Somewhere between thirty minutes and an hour," I replied, leaning my head back against the headrest and letting out a sigh. I felt her hand creeping along the inseam of my pants. I looked down, then over at her. She was smiling. A wicked little smile.

"No sense wasting time just sitting here then, is there?" she purred.

Maybe a flat tire wasn't such a bad thing after all. I reached down and pulled the handle on the side of seat, leaning back as it reclined.

She smiled a little wider, ran her hand up my leg and started tugging at my belt.

The rumble of a truck and headlights in the mirror made us both sit up and look back.

Angie giggled. I just groaned.

"Okay," she said, "maybe they can help." She seemed unusually cheerful, considering the situation. Before I could stop her, she opened the door and got out of the car.

"Angie!" I shouted after her. It seemed like a stupid move given how dark it was and how deserted the road was. Adrenaline raced through me as I pushed my own door open and got out.

It was an old pickup truck with an engine that sounded like an old man trying to clear his lungs. We stood there in the bright glare, trying to peer into the cabin.

The engine coughed, then fell silent as the doors on either side opened. I thought of telling her to get back in the car. Was I being too paranoid? It was probably just someone that wanted to help.

"Howdy!" A friendly voice called out from the driver's side. "Car trouble?"

The man's tone put me at ease, at least a little bit. I put a hand up, trying to see his face against the glare of the headlights. When he stepped out of the shadow, I felt even better.

He was a thick-looking man with a barrel chest and sinewy arms, the arms of a man who worked with his hands. He wore a truckers cap, mesh in the back and the faded picture of a tractor in the front. Good farming folk, no doubt.

"Flat tire," I said, glancing over at his friend. Something inside me tensed. He was a friendly looking guy, too. But his eyes were on my wife. Looking over at Angie, I saw her smiling at him.

It was an odd sensation, fear and lust all swirled into one confusing pillar that seemed to form in my core and nudge my cock to life. I tried to push it aside. What was wrong with me? Stuck out in the middle of nowhere, two strangers offering to help and all I could think of was what they might do to my wife.

"Let's have a look," the man in front of me said, bending down and picking up the lug wrench. "Rusted on?" he asked, seeing that I must have tried to change the tire myself.

"Yup. It's stuck on there pretty good. Then again, I haven't been to the gym in a while."

He looked up and I cursed inside for letting the quip out. Sometimes I didn't know when to keep my mouth shut. Relief washed over me as his lips cracked into a grin.

"City boy, huh?" he joked. I couldn't help but smile.

"Something like that."

He just shook his head, chuckling. "Let's see what we can do here." He got the wrench onto the nut and started to push.

I looked over at Angie. Nervous energy sizzled through me again. She wasn't smiling at the other stranger anymore but she was still smiling. The man's eyes were still on her, too.

I wondered if she knew that. I wondered if she was smiling because she liked the attention. I wondered if she'd let him bend her over the hood of the car and...

The sound of the wrench clattering to the ground again tore my gaze away and my thoughts back onto the darkened road.

"Shit," the man kneeling by the wheel muttered. "That things stuck on there tighter'n a pig in shit." He stood up, brushing the dirt from his hands. "Can we give you folks a lift somewhere?"

I couldn't help but steal another glance at the other man. He was
still
staring at Angie. She was
still
smiling. What would it be like, I wondered, seeing her in the front seat, her full thighs pressed up against that man. I remembered the tow we had coming. I tried to shake the crazy out of my head.

"That's very kind of you, really," I answered, "we've got a tow coming though. Shouldn't be too long," I lied.

"You sure?" he asked, furrowing his brow. "We don't mind helping out."

Again the thought rushed through me, thickening the pillar that had me standing straight and stiffening my cock. I hoped he couldn't see. I could just sit in the back and watch her body in between these two stout men. Then again, maybe they were crazy. They seemed nice enough but something about getting into a car with strangers on a dark road didn't seem the smartest thing to do.

"We really appreciate it but we'd just have to get out here and get the car tomorrow. I think we'll just wait for the tow," I answered, smiling.

"Suit yourself!" he said, clapping his hands together and turning around. "Come on Jimmy!" he called to his friends.

I swept my gaze towards where Jimmy was standing. Still staring. My wife still smiling, now touching her neck.

He seemed rooted in the ground for a second, like the sight of her made it too hard to look away. When he finally did, it was at me. Our eyes locked. I knew he knew I'd seen him watching her. Did he know that I liked it? That I wanted to watch him do that some more? That I wanted him to
do
much more?

He just nodded. Nodded, turned and got back in the truck.

We got back into the car and watched them drive away, the light inside the car changing to a dull blue from the thin sliver of moon overhead. My mind was a mess of questions, contradictions and a strange desire. What the hell had just happened? Why the hell was I so turned on at the thought of my wife with another man?

Her hand on my cock startled me and my head snapped to one side. She'd been watching me. Still smiling.

"What's this?" she asked, squeezing my half-stiff cock.

"What do you mean?" I wasn't a good liar to begin with. Even if I had been, there was no arguing with the hardness in my pants.

"I mean what's with the hard-on?" she asked, unabashed.

I looked at her, my eyes darting to hers, then the shape of her lips, then the smile tightening her cheeks. Did she know? Did she know what I'd been thinking?

"Did you see it?" The words were out before I could swallow them.

"See what?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with curiosity.

See what?
I repeated the words in my mind, wondering what excuse I could come up with for why I'd said them. Did you see that...tree...the way it looks like a...balloon? Did you see that deer over there, jumping into the woods?

Did you see the way he was looking at you?

Chapter 5

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" I blurted. I watched her, hoping to glean something from the way she reacted to what I'd said.

She leaned back a little. Her mouth opened wider. The smile was still there, being consumed by her surprise at what I'd said.

"Who are you talking about, Charlie?"

The question implied ignorance but her smile told a different story. It was a knowing smile, like she'd already put two and two together and was now just toying with me.

A cocktail of dopamine, endorphins and rigid lust warmed my insides. Like all good drinks, it made me throw caution to the wind.

"Jimmy. The guy on your side of the truck. Did you see the way he was looking at you?"

The smile came back. Wider now. A smile of...was it understanding?

"I guess you did," she replied, her fingers snaking once more in between my thighs. "Is there something I don't know about you, Charlie Sampson?" she mused.

I didn't know what to say. It seemed there was something I didn't know about myself. I looked down at the feeling of her fingers tugging at my buckle. When I looked back up into her eyes she was still smiling. Still staring.

She looked so appetizing, sitting sideways in the car seat. Her ass curving out, begging to be touched. I stared down at the cleft of her cleavage. I felt the urge to tear her shirt off and bury my face in those two soft mounds of flesh.

She must have seen me looking because she glanced down at herself. When she looked back up she was smiling, seemingly as pleased with the way she looked as I was.

"Do you like it when other men look at me Charlie?" she cooed. What was that note in her voice? A gentle, teasing sound but with desire ringing underneath.

I swallowed. She was looking at me intently. Her fingers had pried open my belt and I felt them on my pants now, twisting at the button the sliding my zipper down slowly..

"I..." I started, then lost my nerve.

As if on cue, as if she knew what I wanted to say, she started prodding me again. "Is that why your cock is hard Charlie? Is it because that big, brawny farm-hand couldn't stop staring at your wife?"

I sucked in air as her fingers touched my now rigid shaft. I looked down to see she'd pulled me out and was stroking my cock slowly. I felt myself flex at her words.

Big, brawny farm-hand.

She
had
seen him. She'd seen him looking. And unless I was completely crazy, she'd loved it.

"I guess that's a yes, again?"

I looked up to see her grinning as her fingers tightened around my hard cock. It was like being in a dream, one where my wife had somehow crawled inside my head and found a secret I hadn't even known myself. I shook off my final inhibition, swallowed again and whispered, "Yes."

The admission brought an even wider grin.

"What were you thinking about then, Charlie? Watching him watch me like that?"

I just shook my head, sinking deeper into the stupor of this fantasy that had come alive.

"Were you thinking of what he'd do to me if you weren't there, Charlie? Were you thinking of what him and that big friend of his would do to your wife if she were there all alone? Without you?"

With wide eyes and an open mouth, I nodded for her to go on.

Watching my every reaction, her soft, silky stroked me lightly as she spoke.

"Because you know they probably wouldn't have been nearly as nice if it had just been me. I bet Jimmy wouldn't have just stared at me like that. A woman alone on a dark road? A truck pulls up, she jumps out waving to them for help. I bet Jimmy wouldn't have thought twice about bending me over the hood of this car. Hiking up my skirt. Peeling off my panties and shoving his big, thick farmer cock into my sopping cunt."

"Holy fuck..." I breathed, my voice a few notes higher than I'd expected.

My cock began to bounce in her hand. I was going to come.

She must have felt it too. She leaned in close. "Oh my, Charlie. You are into some dirty shit."

I was staring into her eyes, wondering what she'd say next.

"You know what?" she asked, her grip tightening around my rigid flesh. My cock spasmed in her fist.

I shook my head.

"I'd let him do it, too," she whispered, leaning close. "Hell, I'd reach back and spread myself open and let him ram that big thing into my pussy. I'd probably cry a little. But not because I didn't like it, Charlie. Because I bet he's hung like a fucking horse and my pussy's never been stretched that wide."

Still tugging me, she gave each pull a little twist at the head of my cock. The extra motion sent me over the edge.

The image of Jimmy jamming his cock into my wife as she cried on the hood of our car pushed me over. With a shout, I felt my seed pulsing through my shaft. I wanted to look down, stare at her hand around my cock. But I couldn't break her stare. Those eyes. Those sinful eyes.

She rubbed the rest of my orgasm slowly out of me. Until I was shaking and shuddering in the seat. I looked down finally to see her hand covered in cum. She brought it up to her mouth, staring at it, turning her hand this way and that so it didn't drip.

She smelled it on herself. My eyes widened, even more.

"Have you been eating a lot of pineapple Charlie?" she asked, matter-of-factly as could be. Without another word, she swallowed her entire index finger and all the jizz I'd left there with it. She pulled that finger slowly, so slowly, out of her mouth.

I'd just come but I felt my cock twitch again, just from watching her do that.

"Mmmmm..." she purred.

The sound of a truck rumbled up behind us. Headlights lit up the mirrors. I looked down to see white spots of cum already soaking into my dark pants.

"You better clean yourself up!" she sang. She leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, then pushed the door open and sprang out. "Hi!" I heard her shout to the tow truck driver behind us.

I fumbled with my cock, stuffing it back into my pants and trying to wipe away the stains of my own white seed. When I got out of the car, she was smiling, laughing with the burly tow truck driver.

A rumble of exciting jealousy shook through me. This was a strange revelation and I wasn't sure what was happening to me.

A little more disconcerting was the fact that I had no idea what was happening to my wife.

Chapter 6

"Charlie, for fuck's sake, I left them
right here!
" Angie screamed at me pointing two fingers at the spot on the counter her car keys had allegedly been.