Hotwife Hotel: A Wifewatching Romance (13 page)

"There's always turning back."

"I'm just teasing...don't you remember..."

"I remember," I said, interrupting and turning to face her, "but I want you to know you can always turn back."

She smiled and pecked me on the cheek. "You too."

Welcoming Andrew felt like welcoming an old friend. Even though he knew nothing about what had transpired between me and Rebecca, he played it like nothing had ever happened. Like he hadn't tried to kiss my wife.

The thought sent a chill through me, not because I hated him for it, but because of what could have happened if she'd done it, if they'd done anything more together, before we'd hashed this whole thing out.

Rebecca set herself immediately to making drinks while I took his suitcase up the stairs, setting it in the same room where he'd stayed when last we'd seen him. When I came back down, they were already half a glass into their whisky soda's and I had begun to feel the first tremor's of nervous desire.

"John! Join us!" Andre called to me, as if it were he that was the man of this house and not me. I should have been the wrong kind of jealous. I should have reacted to this making himself at home in my abode, soon to make himself at home inside my wife. But the thought only excited me. His ignorance of what was going on, of what we'd planned, excited me even more. Glancing at Rebecca, I could see how it excited her too.

"You fix that door yet?"

I felt the blood drain from my face and I stole another glance at my wife to make sure she'd heard what I'd heard. How on
earth
did he remember? Worse yet, what if he insisted that we change his room? We hadn't thought of this, we didn't have a backup plan. That door, the one that wouldn't close was our only way to make this happen.

"Shit Andre, I'm sorry," I said, acting as disappointed. as I could. "It's not just because I'm a lazy bastard, I promise. We've been so busy I just completely forgot. Nobody's complained and, well, you know how it is. I'll go move your suitcase right now though and put a fresh set of sheets on the..."

Rebecca was standing perfectly still. Her mouth was open. Her eyes were wide. She looked as unconvinced that my bluff would work as I felt. Andre waved his giant hand.

"Don't you worry about it for another second," he reassured me with a smile.

"Oh Andre, are you sure?" Rebecca interjected, having shaken off her stupor.

"I was just joking with you two anyways. Don't give it a second thought. It's my silly sense of humour."

He'd been looking at her as he spoke this time and I caught the way his eyes floated quickly up and down her body. No doubt he was hoping to pick up with her where he'd left off, maybe coax her into something more than just a kiss this time. His anticipation seemed to lend an even more electric feeling to the air inside the house and the three of us were soon a few drinks in with wine breathing for the roast.

The wind was calm outside and we could hear the cormorant out over the water, searching for their prey
Andre got more tipsy over dinner. Rebecca and I cast each other tense glances. I tried my best to keep a balance of my own intoxication and lucidity, but as the evening wore on, I found the wine and then the scotch going to my head. When there was finally a lull in conversation, it just felt like the right moment and I stood up and started clearing away the plates.

"Oh John," Andre complained, his large, dark frame swaying slightly in his chair. "You're not making us go to bed already are you? I came out here for a good time!"

I waved away his worry, my heart already pounding in my chest. "No, no, you guys stay up," I said, turning and opening the dishwasher, then bending down to start filling it with plates.

A sudden silence filled the room and it took every ounce of will for me not to turn around and look to see what was happening. Was he looking at her? Was she looking at him? Or was she looking away, knowing that his eyes were on her?

The tension seemed to evaporate as I turned back around, but it had been unmistakeable. My fantasy was about to come true.

"You sure you don't want to stay for one more drink my friend?" Andre asked, grinning at me.

I smiled. I wondered what he thought of me. The man who left his wife with wolves. "That's the problem," I answered, "I'd love to. But tomorrow me knows I'd hate today me if I did. You guys have a good time though, okay?"

I put my hand on Andre's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Then I bent down and kissed Rebecca on the cheek. I wanted to look into her eyes, tell her I loved her and kiss her on the lips but he was right there. But the way she brushed my arm with her finger, I knew she was thinking the same thing.

"Good night sweetie. I'll be up soon," she said, smiling.

I walked out of the kitchen and towards the staircase. I made a big deal of going up the stairs and closing the door to the bedroom but staying in the hall. I couldn't hear what they were saying, just muffled voices coming from downstairs. When I heard chairs start to move I panicked a bit, but realized they were going outside for a cigarette instead of coming up the stairs. This was my chance.

As soon as I heard the door close I went back downstairs. I knew where Rebecca smoked behind the house, behind the pantry. There was a tiny window there that if I pressed myself up against the wall, I could just see where she was standing. Moving into the dark space, I held my breath and listened.

The wind was still outside and if I stayed completely quiet, I could hear their voices coming through the wall.

"It's much less windy than it was last time I was here!" I heard Andre rumble. Pushing my head against the wall I could just make the two of them out as they stood facing each other, puffing away.

Rebecca just nodded and turned to look out towards the darkness of the ocean. I watched him, watching her and it sent a surge of excitement through me. For a moment, a wave of worry washed through me. What if he didn't take the bait? As soon as I saw him drop his half smoked cigarette on the ground and mash it with his heel, I knew I had nothing to worry about.

He touched her on the arm. She turned to look up at him towering over her. Her eyes were wide and nothing she did with her body resisted his touch.

"So you've given my proposal some thought then?" he asked before leaning towards her.

I could barely keep my breath quiet. I'd never felt such an intense rush of jealousy and pleasure at the same time. Rebecca, my wife, was about to let this man fuck her.

She closed her eyes as he leaned in, his lips moving to hers. When they met, he put his hands on her arms and pulled her close. My cock flexed in the pants I was wearing and already I wanted desperately to pull it out and touch myself. But I knew the feeling in my balls wouldn't let me last long and I wanted to savour every moment of this delicious agony for as long as I could.

When their kiss ended, he looked at her with half a grin. "What do you think?" he asked, like he already knew the answer.

She looked down at the ground, playing the slightly guilty wife perfectly, for both of us. "Let's go inside," she whispered, and stamped her cigarette out before taking him by the hand.

I thought of bolting, running up the stairs and waiting there for them, but I couldn't get my legs to move. I wanted desperately to hear, or even see it if I could, what she'd say to him, how he'd convince her to go upstairs. Or maybe they would stay down here and do it on the couch? It didn't matter because once they'd come inside it was too late for me to move without being seen. I held my breath again, hoping I could hear them speak.

"So?" he asked boldly, "Should we take a seat on the couch?"

"I think I need another drink," I heard her say.

Moving as quietly as I could, I crept towards the entrance to the pantry and slowly tilted my head around the frame trying to stay in the shadow. They sat down at the table, his back to me, I had the perfect view of Rebecca's face. I watched her take a gulp of another whisky soda.

"You worried about your husband?" he asked finally, breaking the lengthy silence.

She shrugged and took another sip of her drink. "Not really."

Oh God how that burned and hurt and settled in my balls.
Not really.
I couldn't help imagining that she didn't know I was there, that we hadn't planned any of this and that she had no idea this was what I wanted. That she was about to cheat on me with this man with the same nonchalance she'd just said those words. A casual thing that she'd barely remember in the morning. My cock rose, hard as a rock.

He chuckled and I wondered why. Was he the kind of guy that cared that he was about to fuck another man's wife? Did he got off on that too, or was she just another woman to him? Did he like that he was going to make me a cuckold in my own house? Those questions seemed as thrilling as imagining that Rebecca was just being a cold, heartless, cheating bitch.

"Nice man, your husband."

She smiled a polite smile. "He is." She waited for a moment before leaning towards him and putting a hand on his dark arm. "Listen Andre," she said, glancing at the table and sounding serious, "we're trying to have a baby, John and I."

Another rush of excitement as he leaned towards her and kissed her on the cheek. As he did, she looked exactly towards where I was standing. I didn't know if she could see me but I could see her. Her eyes smiled. She must have seen me. She must have seen me watching.

I'd never felt such a confusing cocktail of emotions before. I'd also never felt as close to her before as I did right then.

The moment was over in an instant as she closed her eyes and turned her head to meet his lips. It was a long kiss, the two of them lingering in each others mouths, playing at each others tongues. It finished with a moist smack and Andre touched a finger to her face.

"Don't you worry. I'll be polite."

She smiled with just one corner of her mouth at him and finished her drink. Putting the glass down on the table, she stood up. "Let's go upstairs."

He hesitated for a moment. "Isn't that a little
too
risky?" he asked.

"Trust me," she answered, "he'll be fast asleep."

He stood up, his bulk blocking my view of her, but I watched him lean into her back, watched him move his mouth onto her neck the same way I did sometimes, then watched as his hands moved up her body, around her front and surely settled on her perky breasts.

I couldn't help but touch my rock solid cock through my pants at the sight. I wondered what shape her body took when he touched her? I could see she'd tilted her head, the same way she did with me, but did she push her breasts out for him too? Did she press her ass against his thighs? Was he hard already? Could she feel his cock?

They moved towards the stairs and I sank back into the shadows of the pantry until I heard them leave.

My heart was racing, my pulse pounding in my veins. My hands were sweaty and it was all I could do to keep myself from racing up the stairs after them, not wanting to miss a single minute of what he was doing to her. As soon as it sounded like the coast was clear, I shuffled through the kitchen and paused before the stairs.

The only sounds from upstairs seemed to be coming from the bedroom but I waited another moment, just in case. When the coast was surely clear, I scuttled silently up the stairs. I pressed my body to the wall at the top of the stairs. Why did everything sound louder now, even my own breathing? With an eye on the thin strip of light coming through the slightly open door of the guest bedroom, I crept across the hall, desperate to see in what position I would find my wife.

When I made it close enough to see inside the room, the view took my breath away.

Her top was off already, her breasts exposed as she knelt before our dark guest unbuttoning his jeans. I held my breath as I stared at her picture perfect figure and her eyes turned up in search of his approval.

My Rebecca, my beautiful wife, my woman was about to take his black cock into her perfectly pink little mouth.

I cursed myself for not discarding my pants in the pantry and now I had to undo my own zipper. Finding it with one hand, I pulled it down, one notch at a time, hoping they wouldn't hear the sound.

His pants dropped to the ground revealing thick, black, muscled legs. She looked down at them, put a hand on one and ran it up and down his leg.

"You like that?" he whispered making her look back up at him again and nod a quiet nod.

She liked it, I could tell she did. Either that or she was a better actress than I'd thought. The way she touched him, the way her hand moved over his skin, the way she stole another glance at it.

The anticipation of watching those legs move between her thighs was almost unbearable.

I watched her pull at the elastic of his underwear, watched the fabric slide down his chiseled ass, then watched her eyes widen slightly at what she saw. When she took it in her hand, I realized why.

Her fingers barely made it around the thickness of his black cock. She eyed it with an intensity I hadn't seen in her before, almost as if she was doubting whether she could take such a thing.

"It's okay baby, go ahead." His words made her look up again and she held his gaze as she opened her mouth, pushed out that pretty little pink tongue and let it glide along his hardening shaft as he moved himself in.

He groaned a little as she put both hands onto his flesh and began to move up and down so gently along his head.

Having freed myself, I wrapped my fingers around my cock, my eyes wide, my breathing heavy, as I watched his large hand move up and around the back of my wife's head. His hips began to rock slowly back and forth in time with her mouth as he cupped her head in his hand.

She looked up at him, a little scared, a little worried what his girth might do to her. But by the time he'd fully hardened in her mouth, she seemed to know he had to have his way.

"That's it baby," he whispered, pressing himself deeper and deeper towards the back of her throat with each thrust. "Take it all, sweet thing," he muttered as I watched in titillated horror as the outline of his cock pressed out from inside her throat. With each push, I heard her gag and each time he pulled it out of her she breathed heavily through her nose.