Yes: A Hotwife Romance (8 page)

"Oh...oh...oh!" she squealed, each note louder than the next. I jammed a third finger inside her and started pumping my hand into her even harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She cried the three words right before I felt the final pressure in her cunt. I felt her liquids slam into my hand. Then I felt her bear down. I pulled myself out.

Her eyes popped open as a torrent of clear liquid shot from her pussy, followed by another. Her body was bouncing on the couch and she reached a hand between her legs, her face desperate, found her clit and started to rub.

I sat back and watched her orgasm squirt from inside her and all over the coffee table, dripping down onto the carpet. She managed to rub more pleasure out of her clit but as soon as juice stopped spurting from her middle, she collapsed, exhausted on the couch.

I looked down at my shirt. She'd come on me a little bit, but I didn't care. This was it. I stood up, walked across the room to the armchair and sat down in it.

She looked at me, panting and puzzled.

I looked toward the hallway. She peered into the shadows. Will stepped into the room.

Chapter 14

There was a moment of terse silence as all three of us contemplated how to react. I was by this point sure of myself, sure of what I wanted. The unknown's were Will, but mostly Angie. I watched her intently, willing her to just give in to the situation. There was always the chance that she would freak out.

Will glanced at me and I nodded. I was still sure this was exactly what I wanted. I just needed Angie to know it was what she wanted, too. He didn't wait. As soon as I gave him the go ahead, he pulled off his shirt.

I saw Angie suck in a breath at the sight of those chiselled, black muscles being revealed. Her eyes wandered up and down his torso. I wondered how many times she'd dreamed of seeing him like that, how many times she'd fantasized that a moment like this would come. Had she ever done it with me inside her? The thought made me hard and I tugged at my buckle and took myself out.

He didn't waste any time with the rest of his clothes. By the time I had my cock in hand, his pants were already off and he was walking over to her. From where I was sitting, I had the perfect view. A slight angle so I could see from the back or from the side.

He didn't say anything at all. He just took her hand and pulled her up off the couch until she was on her knees. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he offered her his cock.

She shot a shocked looked towards me. I wasn't sure what she was expecting to see. What she did see was me staring at the two of them, stiff cock in hand. I watched her chest heave, her body reacting to the sight. She looked back at Will and the meat he was giving her. Slowly, she put her palm on it, then wrapped her fingers around its thickness as best she could.

He lurched a little at her touch, but not much. Not enough to get hard. I could tell she wasn't the kind of girl he was used to.

"Come on baby, suck it!" Will dove in. For a moment I thought she was going to crush his balls. I thought I'd sent the poor man to his death.

She held him like that, glaring up at him, bristling. Then her body seemed to sink into the occasion. She looked down and twisted her wrist, just enough to put the tip of his cock up to her mouth.

A surge of heat rushed through me. I'd never seen anything so potent in all my life. My little, white firebrand of a boss on her knees in front of her big, black sous-chef, getting ready to take him in her mouth.

I can't say I wasn't a little conflicted over what was happening. It seemed like this might change everything. Between us. Between her and Will. It seemed like the time to put a stop to it had come and gone, though.

She pushed out her soft, pink tongue. I could see the glimmer of moisture on it. Will was looking down his cut, dark torso at her. She opened her mouth a little wider and let him slide inside.

I started stroking my own cock. I had to be careful, though. It felt like I might come just watching them and I wanted a piece of her for myself.

Will didn't waste any time getting into it. As soon as she had him in her mouth his hands drifted down to her cheeks. He was a young stud and he knew what he wanted. He wasn't afraid to just go ahead and take it, even if it was from his boss.

She looked up at him as he held her in place and pushed his growing cock a little deeper into her mouth. I hadn't seen that expression before on her. Like she was challenging him. Like she was saying "that all you got?"

I was completely hard now and I stopped rubbing myself for a moment, just in case things got out of hand and I couldn't stop.

He let her off his cock. It was stiff already. It was thick and probably a good eight inches long but it was hard to tell because it kind of swept up in a curve.

She had to stretch her whole body so she could reach it with her mouth. She looked amazing when she did that. Her ass made a nice round shelf behind her and her tits a nice one in front. Her nipples were tight and ready and she opened her mouth so he could stuff himself in again.

Before he did, Will reached down and grabbed one, pinching it with a finger and a thumb. He pinched it so hard she gasped. When she looked up at him again, I thought she was going to tear his balls off.

Will didn't blink. Taking her in hand again, he pressed towards her and muttered, "Get on there bitch!"

I didn't know how far he could go with this act. Angie liked to play as much as the next girl, but mostly by her own rules. I worried I'd just cost him his job.

She didn't flinch. Even when he reached down and pinched the other nipple, hardening it even more, she just whimpered then followed his hand as he guided her mouth onto his cock.

I couldn't believe what I was watching her do.

She kept her eyes looking up, on his as he sank that black snake into her throat. She came up a little higher, trying to accommodate the curve of it into her throat. That's when she had to stop looking at him. That's when she looked at me.

That's the first time I ever saw my wife with a black man's cock in her mouth. I knew I was hooked. Her eyes smiled a little bit at me. She held him there for a second and let the head of his cock poke out the side of her cheek. I took myself in hand again and started to rub.

With our little moment over, she turned her attention back to Will. As her head started bobbing up and down on his cock, she started twisting the shaft with her hand. She looked like a porn star, fluffing him for a scene.

He stood there staring down at her. He was getting an eyeful, no doubt. Those big tits of hers were swaying from side to side, the nipples tight pink buds from where he'd pinched her. She was the picture of perfection. I had to stop stroking again.

I guess it was a little too much for Will to take, too.

With a grunt he pulled himself out of her mouth. The head of his cock made a popping noise as it passed her puckered lips.

"Get up on the couch." It was an order.

She scrambled up. I'd never seen her move like that. Like a slave, worried about upsetting her master. She was up and on the couch in a second, her ass pointed towards him, presenting. She looked back and her eyes were wide, full of wonder at what he was going to do.

He eyed her ass for a second. Its pear shape tapering into creamy thighs. Her pussy was still dripping, probably as much from sucking his cock as it was from the orgasm I'd given her. He slapped her ass cheek with the palm of his hand, then pulled it aside, revealing even more wetness, pink flesh and finally her open hole.

"That's a fine pussy, chef," Will said.

She looked up at him. Her mouth dropped open. Mine did, too.

For a second I thought it was all going to be over. I thought him saying that would break the whole thing. Then we all burst into laughter.

Will kind of stood there, chuckling, the back of his hand covering his mouth. I saw Angie look at me and roll her eyes through a veil of giggles. I fell in love with her even more just then.

Once he calmed down, Will didn't waste any time. Still holding her open he pushed a couple fingers inside her, the same way I had.

She gasped and pressed her face against the back of the couch. He fucked her slowly with those fingers, like he was learning what her body needed. I could see him watching her as his hand moved inside her cunt. Once he seemed satisfied, he pulled them out and fed them to her. She sucked on them hard, licking up every last drop of herself, staring at him the whole time.

I thought he was going to push his cock inside her then, but he didn't. He put his fingers back into her and fucked her some more, until he had them good and wet again. I could hear the sticky sounds of her opening and closing around him.

I watched him pull those big, black fingers out of her tight, white pussy slowly. He let out a little "mmm..." sound, savoring the sweet smell of her snatch. Then he dragged the tip of his middle finger slowly up the soft skin separating her two holes and let it rest on the tight, puckered flesh of her ass.

She looked back at him as soon as she felt it there. "Will, no," she warned, scowling.

I looked at him. He didn't give a fuck. "Angie, shutup," was all he said back, letting his lubricated finger glide into her ass up to the knuckle.

We both gasped. I wouldn't call us sexually conservative but we'd just never done any of that back door stuff. Angie just hadn't really been game. I can't say it was my favorite thing either. But seeing it now, and hearing him say that was pretty damn hot.

When I looked at her, though, she still didn't seem sure. He pushed in deeper, up to the next knuckle.

"Ungh, fuck Will," she said through clenched teeth.

"That's it," Will hummed, taking his cock in hand and guiding it towards her pussy. "You be takin' a lot more than that soon," he warned.

She didn't have time to react. Before she could say anything else, he kissed her soaked pussy lips with the head of his cock and drove himself inside.

I watched Angie's hands spread out as she braced herself against the couch. For a second I thought she was going to be able to take him. Then she reared up onto him like a mare in heat and I saw her eyes flutter and her mouth drop open.

She was
loving
that thick, black cock inside her. She sank down onto him with a loud moan.

He pulled the finger out of her ass and put one knee up on the couch. One hand snaked up her body, curving round and kneading her tit. The other, the one he'd had inside her, he pushed up to her nose.

"Come on, get a good whiff," he ordered. "You be eatin' some of that later."

Her eyes and mine went wide at what he'd said. She turned her head, probably to tell him to fuck off but before she could say a thing he had her by the hair. Yanking her head back, he drove the rest of his cock into her sweating pussy and she made a moan that sounded like she'd never had a man inside her before.

The shape of her whole body changed again, as soon as he was inside her completely. Her ass puffed out. The arch of her back took more of a curve. Whether she wanted it or not, her body certainly wanted him to have a good time.

His hips started moving, driving his black cock deep inside her sloppy cunt. She started bouncing up and down on him in time.

I started stroking a little faster, hoping I could last until he finished, or at least until she did.

He let go of her hair and I watched both his hands move down her smooth skin. They settled on her undulating hips, then drifted back up and around her until they found her breasts again. He spread his fingers, trying to touch as much of those two soft pillows as he could, her cherry colored nipples poking out from between his thick, dark fingers.

When he let out a little grunt, she looked back. She looked completely different. The hardass bitch that swore like a sailor had vanished and all that was left was a desperate woman, her body lost in lust.

He put his hands on her hips again, steadied her, then thrust himself even deeper inside. I watched her legs open a little wider. Her mouth fell open too. I knew he'd just touched her in a place I never had.

She glanced back at me but this time there was no recognition in her eyes. It was like Angie, my wife, had drifted away.

I couldn't help myself. I started stroking myself harder watching him rutting inside her like he was. When he finally pulled part way out, she looked like a terrified animal.

She craned her neck to look at him. Her eyes begged. Her body tried to sink back down onto his shaft. No part of her was in control anymore. She just needed more of
him
.

He seemed to know it, too.

"Easy baby. You'll get yours," he whispered as her body bucked, trying to get him to push himself inside. His hands slid off her hips and rounded the curve of her ass. He spread her cheeks and looked down. I saw him lick his lips as he stared at that tight, dark back hole.

"You gonna let me fuck your ass baby?" he asked, looking up to see her craning her neck, trying to watch his hands.

"Fuck Will, I don't know," she mewled. But her ass was still bouncing, still trying to ride his thick, black shaft. He held her firmly in place. Not another ounce of pleasure, until she agreed.

"I don't want to leave you hangin', but I will if I have to."

Her face twisted into agony. "Oh fuck, Will, please!" she begged. I thought she might start crying.

For the first time since I'd started watching, something dark inside me stirred to life. It shot through me the way jealousy had when I'd first seen them in the kitchen. It was a mean and angry thing but I knew where it had come from.

She'd never let me fuck her ass. She'd never let me pull her hair like that. Sure, we switched it up now and again but I'd never seen her
bend
to me like she was bending to him now. She needed him so badly in that moment, it looked like she couldn't live without it.

I pushed that to one side as best I could. I wasn't about to let some petty jealousy get in the way of pleasure, now that I'd gone to all this trouble. It was his voice that tore me from my thoughts and put me back into the room.