Read Online Hotwife Hotel: A Wifewatching Romance by Jason Lenov - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Jason Lenov
Ads: Link
jumped into my throat at the sight of her in nothing but a pair of red underwear.
Don't get me wrong. This was what I'd always wanted. I'd always wanted my wife to walk out of the bathroom in nothing but her underwear and make it clear that we were having sex. But why the hell was she doing it now?
"What are you doing?" I asked as she crawled seductively between the sheets.
She laughed and rolled her eyes, as if it was something that happened all the time. "I'm trying to have sex you with you, John Forrest," she purred, nibbling at my ear lobe, her hand already snaking towards my crotch.
Maybe I should have just enjoyed it for what it was. Maybe I shouldn't have worried or cared about the sudden change. The sudden change, though, seemed to be what was turning me on so much. It was impossible to ignore. I turned to look at her, pulling away so I could see her eyes. She seemed unperturbed by my hesitation.
"What's the matter, John Forrest? Don't you want to have sex with your wife?" Her hand found my rigid member and her eyes lit up in approval.
"Of course I want to have sex with you," I said, grunting as she squeezed me and trying to pull away. She held fast. "Rebecca, what is this?" I asked, putting myself dangerously close to a night of celibacy. Her sultry expression didn't waver.
"I saw you watching me tonight," she whispered, a vein of dangerous excitement in her tone.
I couldn't help my body's reaction and I flexed, becoming even harder in her hand. It made her eyes widen and her mouth drop open, just so slightly.
Then suddenly she was pushing past the elastic of my underwear, her hot fingers wrapping around the stiff flesh of my cock and causing me to groan as she began to stroke. She pushed the fabric down with her other hand, pushing the covers off and freeing my cock so it could stand. As the covers flew off her body too, I saw how taut her nipples were already. When I looked back up, there was a hunger in her eyes.
She didn't wait for me to roll onto her, or take the lead or take command. She was up on her knees, swinging one leg over my body and revealing the damp spot that had darkened the red fabric of her underwear.
I lay there in a shocked silence, pangs of pleasure pulsing from my cock as I watched the woman that I thought I'd known so well pushing her panties to one side. I looked down there too and flexed again as I saw the slickness of her pussy. When she pressed the head of my cock to her tight slit, the trickle of warmth that ran down it made me shiver. That made her look up and smile.
"Look how wet my pussy is John," she said, biting her lip. She had one knee up in the air, so that I could see almost the whole length of her slit as she stroked it with my cock. Each pass of her moist flesh along my hardness made me stiffen even more and worry that I wouldn't last if she kept it up. Finally, in a benevolent act of mercy, she stopped her teasing and pressed my cock between her welcoming lips, then sank onto me slowly, letting me fill her hole.
"Oh fuck..." I groaned as the feeling of her cunt tightening around my shaft doused me in heat. When I opened my eyes to look at her again, she'd thrown her head back. She was someone else now. Some primal, grunting creature that was digging for the pleasure in her fuck.
She put her hands on my hips as mine slid along her perfect curves and settled on her breasts. She moaned as her body began to undulate on mine, her hips grinding against me faster, my cock thrust up inside her as deeply as it would go.
"Fuck Becka..." I breathed as the surges of my own pleasure came quicker and a climax threatened to unleash my seed. But instead of slowing, instead of getting off me so that we could stretch out our enjoyment, she started fucking faster, like an animal in heat.
Her eyes were glinting now as if she sensed my closeness. Her stare drove into me, an urging, hungry thing that seemed to beg me for my seed. I pinched her small buds between my fingers, thinking
Don't get me wrong. This was what I'd always wanted. I'd always wanted my wife to walk out of the bathroom in nothing but her underwear and make it clear that we were having sex. But why the hell was she doing it now?
"What are you doing?" I asked as she crawled seductively between the sheets.
She laughed and rolled her eyes, as if it was something that happened all the time. "I'm trying to have sex you with you, John Forrest," she purred, nibbling at my ear lobe, her hand already snaking towards my crotch.
Maybe I should have just enjoyed it for what it was. Maybe I shouldn't have worried or cared about the sudden change. The sudden change, though, seemed to be what was turning me on so much. It was impossible to ignore. I turned to look at her, pulling away so I could see her eyes. She seemed unperturbed by my hesitation.
"What's the matter, John Forrest? Don't you want to have sex with your wife?" Her hand found my rigid member and her eyes lit up in approval.
"Of course I want to have sex with you," I said, grunting as she squeezed me and trying to pull away. She held fast. "Rebecca, what is this?" I asked, putting myself dangerously close to a night of celibacy. Her sultry expression didn't waver.
"I saw you watching me tonight," she whispered, a vein of dangerous excitement in her tone.
I couldn't help my body's reaction and I flexed, becoming even harder in her hand. It made her eyes widen and her mouth drop open, just so slightly.
Then suddenly she was pushing past the elastic of my underwear, her hot fingers wrapping around the stiff flesh of my cock and causing me to groan as she began to stroke. She pushed the fabric down with her other hand, pushing the covers off and freeing my cock so it could stand. As the covers flew off her body too, I saw how taut her nipples were already. When I looked back up, there was a hunger in her eyes.
She didn't wait for me to roll onto her, or take the lead or take command. She was up on her knees, swinging one leg over my body and revealing the damp spot that had darkened the red fabric of her underwear.
I lay there in a shocked silence, pangs of pleasure pulsing from my cock as I watched the woman that I thought I'd known so well pushing her panties to one side. I looked down there too and flexed again as I saw the slickness of her pussy. When she pressed the head of my cock to her tight slit, the trickle of warmth that ran down it made me shiver. That made her look up and smile.
"Look how wet my pussy is John," she said, biting her lip. She had one knee up in the air, so that I could see almost the whole length of her slit as she stroked it with my cock. Each pass of her moist flesh along my hardness made me stiffen even more and worry that I wouldn't last if she kept it up. Finally, in a benevolent act of mercy, she stopped her teasing and pressed my cock between her welcoming lips, then sank onto me slowly, letting me fill her hole.
"Oh fuck..." I groaned as the feeling of her cunt tightening around my shaft doused me in heat. When I opened my eyes to look at her again, she'd thrown her head back. She was someone else now. Some primal, grunting creature that was digging for the pleasure in her fuck.
She put her hands on my hips as mine slid along her perfect curves and settled on her breasts. She moaned as her body began to undulate on mine, her hips grinding against me faster, my cock thrust up inside her as deeply as it would go.
"Fuck Becka..." I breathed as the surges of my own pleasure came quicker and a climax threatened to unleash my seed. But instead of slowing, instead of getting off me so that we could stretch out our enjoyment, she started fucking faster, like an animal in heat.
Her eyes were glinting now as if she sensed my closeness. Her stare drove into me, an urging, hungry thing that seemed to beg me for my seed. I pinched her small buds between my fingers, thinking
Similar Books
