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  Gentle

  A Hotwife Fantasy

  by

  Jason Lenov

  Copyright 2016 Jason Lenov

  Thirteenth Line Publications

  This book is a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those that are clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, companies, organizations, events, or products, is purely conincidental.

  All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.

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  Table of Contents

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Also by Jason Lenov

  The Sowing Song

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Foreword

  Gentle Reader, This is not a contemporary hotwife tale. It's not realistic. It's fantastical. Cinematic.

  Operatic.

  You'll need to put on your suspension suspenders to enjoy this one. Romeo and Juliet meets The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Except Juliet's got a thing for BBC and Romeo's played by Ichabod Crane. And instead of a headless horseman...well, you get the picture. Just a little Halloween fun.

  If that sounds like it might be your thing, read on.

  I promise I've made it rough.

  Chapter 1

  I know the exact moment I fell in love with Anna Elizabeth. We had been seeing each other for several months. Our relationship up to that moment had been strictly platonic. She had explained early on of her devotion to chastity before marriage. That day, however, she bent her rectitude.

  My uncle had passed. My last living relative. We had not been close but his death made me acutely aware of how alone I was in the world. Anna Elizabeth was kind enough to attend the funeral with me. She was kind enough to come for coffee afterwards. Then dinner. After I'd walked her home and was standing outside the door to her apartment I sensed her hesitation at letting me walk away, alone, into the night.

  "Please don't...misread my intentions," she whispered, turning her gaze to the ground. When she looked back up at me with her round, blue eyes I felt the warmest shiver of lust course through me. "I would feel badly if you had to spend the night alone."

  Of course I understood that she was doing it out of friendship but the maleness in my mind began to unwind a string of possibilities as to how I would end up in her arms. Pushing my own depravity aside I accepted her invitation with a humble smile. She led me up the stairs.

  We sat in her living room and talked for a while. I sat on the edge of the couch and Anna Elizabeth sat across the room in a large, somewhat worn, brown armchair. She, too, sat on the edge of it with her back straight, as if any less formal posture might invite a more intimate attention.

  In fact I was having quite a bit of trouble concentrating on our conversation. Anna Elizabeth was a stunning woman. She had a thick mane of wavy golden hair that cascaded down onto her shoulders when it was let out. She normally wore it in a tight bun but had taken it out when we'd stepped inside, explaining that a headache was bothering her. She had large breasts that swelled, then sank with each breath she took. Every swell would tug at my attention and it was quite a feat of will looking her in the eye.

  You can imagine the toll it took on my undersexed twenty year old self, sitting there with a beautiful woman who I already had strong feelings for, unable to do a thing about them.

  After our chat she said it was probably time for bed and excused herself to go perform her toilet in the bathroom. I did my best to steal only the tiniest glance at her behind as it swayed past me. When she shut the door of the bathroom I let out an exhale and hoped she would go to bed soon so I could have some privacy and relieve myself of the pressure that had built between my legs.

  That's when I saw the tiny sliver of light crack between the bathroom door and the frame. Obviously the latch hadn't caught. My maleness once again took over. Was it that? Was it an innocent mistake or an invitation? Could Anna Elizabeth, too shy to say it, have decided to invite me to her another way? As soon as I had the thought there was no going back.

  Of course I tried to convince myself not to. I tried to talk myself out of getting up off that couch and creeping towards the door. I screamed at myself inside to do the right thing and sit back down and not be a lewd pervert voyeur. I felt possessed. As if a foreign spirit had invaded my body and was compelling me to act. I sucked in a breath as I neared the door, and held it.

  My heart thundered as I laid eyes on her. She had changed out of her clothes already and into a thin negligee. The material was so sheer that I could see the color of her lily-white skin beneath. Wide-eyed I drank in the sight of her exposed bits of flesh.

  Her breasts, unbound by a bra were still pert and ripe. The pillowy mounds were topped with two protruding, pink buttons. Nipples so stiff, aching to be twisted and suckled. The robe was held together by a thin strand of lace, tied at her waist in a knot. It made the material hug her shapely curves, dipping in to her waist then flaring again with her generous hips.

  My palms began to sweat as my eyes settled on the downy patch of fur below her navel. A lighter blonde than the hair on her head, there was barely any of it there. And below it? Below it I laid eyes on the slender cleft of flesh, the soft guardian of her entrance. My vision tunnelled. I blinked, checking whether I was really seeing what I was seeing or if it was some hallucination.

  It wasn't. There, in the gap between her legs, clinging to one pursed lip of her cunt was a clear drop of her honeyed dew, evidence of her arousal. I couldn't help but breathe again, trying to smell her scent.

  She stirred at the sound.

  I froze. I looked up. Our eyes met in the mirror. A raw, red shame welled from inside me. What a pervert I'd been! What a monster! Leering at her perfect, innocent figure like some back-alley drunk, probably making her fear for her life in her own home! And now she had seen it. She had seen what a depraved character I really was and would probably never want to have anything to do with me ever again.

  I spun around, my face burning with shame and embarrassment, hoping I could make it to the door. Too cowardly to face her even, and apologize for my behaviour.

  "Matthew! Wait!" Her whispered words froze me in place. I didn't dare turn back around. I couldn't. I knew I deserved what was coming, whatever admonishment she'd have, I deserved it. I didn't want to hear it, all the same. I didn't want to hear how I'd trampled the delicate flower of her innocence with my leering ways. I didn't want to see the disappointment in her eyes.

  I felt her step behind me. More shame coursed through me as I realized her barely covered body was now just inches from me. It took every ounce of self-control I had to not turn and gape at her shapely frame.

  When she spoke, it was so softly that I could barely hear it. The damp warmth of her breath on my neck and cheek hardened the erection that had risen between my legs. "I...I left the door unlatched on purpose."
r />   What?!? Was I dreaming?!? Was this a pervert's dream coming true?!? No you idiot! Apologize to her! Do the right thing! I started to turn. I opened my mouth, her name on my lips, "Anna Elizabeth, I'm sor..."

  "Shh!" The plump pad of a single, slender finger pressed against my lips. "Let me finish."

  I stood in place, my body torn between hope and terror at what was about to happen next. Would the dream come true? Or was I in for a nightmare?

  "I know I've told you that I intend to remain...whole. To keep myself intact for the man I marry."

  Breathing heavily, I nodded, not daring to say a word to interrupt her train of thought.

  "But I know what a difficult time this must be for you." She paused and swallowed, pursing her cherry red lips.

  I glanced up at the delicate, undulating flesh on her throat. I nodded. Oh God. Please. Go. On.

  She turned her eyes down towards the ground. "I know that there are certain...comforts men seek in times like this." She looked up.

  Our eyes met. Was this really happening?!? My cock throbbed. More shame welled up from my gut.

  "Anna Elizabeth..."

  She interrupted me again. This time with the side of her finger to her own, pouting lips. She shook her head ever so slightly from side to side. Another step closer.

  It was now impossible to resist. It was impossible to resist looking down at her breasts that were just inches away. They heaved and fell. Heaved and fell.

  Then, a delicate hand reached up. White fingers, nails painted bright red dipped beneath the lace. They cupped the soft and generous mound of her breast and pulled it out.

  I gasped at the exposed flesh, the pointy nipple even pinker than it had seemed behind the thin veneer. I looked up and into her eyes. She was...holding herself, as if she were offering herself to me. There could be no doubt. This was the comfort she meant to give.

  I sank down onto my knees before her. I lifted a trembling hand and touched the soft flesh of her breast, still unable to believe what was happening.

  She closed her eyes at my touch. Her lips parted and I heard the exhale of a single, soft breath.

  Then I was not myself again. Some other thing was driving me, compelling me to act. I felt myself lean forward. I took that tantalizing nipple in between my lips and stroked it roughly with my tongue. I licked and suckled at her teat and when she'd had enough and the skin was raw and sore from my attention she pulled out her other. I did the same to it. The whole time my cock was throbbing between my legs, aching to be taken out and pumped to release. I wondered how this evening was going to end. Would she weaken and renege on her vow? Would I feel the soft, wet succor of her cunt?

  Emboldened by Anna Elizabeth's gentle moans I put my hand between her legs and began moving up her thigh.

  She stepped back, her nipple popping out of my mouth with a noisy slop.

  "I'm...I'm sorry," I stammered, thinking that I'd killed the whole thing with my greed. If I could only take it back! If I could have been satisfied with suckling her nipples instead of trying for more!

  Another finger to her lips. Another slight shake of her head.

  I knelt there, frozen in terror and wonder at what she was going to do next.

  Leaving her breasts exposed, hanging outside of the negligee, Anna Elizabeth turned around. The light from the bathroom doorway bathed her in a glowing halo and I knew at that moment that she would forever be my angel. She lifted a hand. Her finger crooked, inviting me to follow.

  I scrambled to my feet and shuffled into the bathroom behind her.

  She stood, staring at me in the mirror. Her eyes had changed. Her demure gaze had grown more...confident, somehow. Commanding.

  "Undo your belt." She said it just as softly as before but as an order, not a request. She glanced at the throbbing mound my member made in my pants. Her lips pursed into what might have been the beginning of a tight smile. But she looked away. As if watching me struggle with my buckle might somehow offend her modesty.

  My cock flopped out, my body grateful to feel the cool air of the bathroom on my heated rod. I stared at her reflection in the mirror.

  She looked at my cock. I don't know what I expected. Revulsion? Curiosity? Delight? Her face showed none of them. No emotion at all. As if this was just a thing that happened every now and again. That women comforted men this way, in times of need. That she had done this all before and would likely do it many times again.

  But she hadn't! Or at least I thought then that she hadn't. I thought she'd never seen a man's cock in her life. I thought that was the first time and that she was simply too shocked to react any other way. It was the only logical explanation at the time.

  She looked up. Our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. She reached behind herself, to where my hand was hanging by my side. She picked it up, her fingers warming my clammy palm. She lifted my hand until it was beside her breast. Then, she pressed it to herself.

  I groaned and closed my eyes at the feeling of touching her soft flesh again. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me in the mirror again.

  "Stroke yourself," came her stern, whispered command.

  She had worked me up to such a fevered state by then that I'd already wrapped a fist around my shaft before the words had left her mouth. I could feel seed burning through my cock already, pulsing from my throbbing balls. I kneaded the doughy flesh of her breast with my hand. I watched my face turn red in the mirror at my own furious pumping. I could feel an orgasm about to shatter my mind.

  The whole time Anna Elizabeth stood, staring at me in the mirror. The closer I got to my release, the more her lips seemed to tighten into a wicked smile. As if nothing were more enjoyable for her than having me completely under her command.

  I whimpered as I felt the first hot pulse of my ejaculate come tearing through my cock. I looked up.

  The corners of her mouth turned down.

  "Oh fuck!" I cried as my body clenched into the climax.

  Her mouth dropped open. She bent her knees and twisted her torso towards me. I saw her hand move. She cupped it and with that stern, reprimanding look, put it under the head of my cock. "Well don't waste it!" she snapped as I began to spew my seed.

  Lash after lash of hot, white spunk slapped across her hand. Anna Elizabeth held herself there, collecting my gift as I reeled and roared beside her until I was spent.

  Suddenly there was nothing between us but my heavy breathing and the cold silence of the bathroom walls. I watched as Anna Elizabeth straightened again. She lifted her hand. She was staring, as if mesmerized, at the sloppy puddle of seed I'd excreted into her palm. She looked up and into my eyes.

  She had me then. I was hers, completely hers. I would have done anything she asked. Anything for my Anna Elizabeth.

  "It's life," she whispered, bringing her cupped hand up to my lips. "Never waste life."

  I knew what my angel, my goddess, my master and commander, my future wife needed from me then. I bent forward. I pushed my pursed lips against her palm.

  The sickly sweet smell of my own seed seared my nostrils.

  "Drink," she ordered. "Drink."

  I slurped and felt the still warm, wet oyster slither down my throat. I fell to my knees and wrapped my hands around her waist. I wanted her to know how much she meant to me and what a good husband I would be if she would have me. Her hand on my head meant everything to me in that moment. Our eyes met in the mirror again.

  Her face had relaxed back into the shy and gentle expression I had come to know. The only one I'd known before that night. She held me next to herself and ran her fingers through my hair sending shivers down my spine. After some time, she spoke again.

  "You must be tired. You should go to bed."

  I nodded. I crawled from the bathroom as she resumed her toilet. I clambered up onto the couch and shut my eyes. I had never been so happy or so fulfilled. I had found my purpose in life. I was going to make Anna Elizabeth my wife.

  Chapter 2

  It wa
s a week later that I met her for a walk in the park. Spring was in full bloom and the cherry blossoms filtered the sunlight into a soft, pink haze. We walked, as I had planned by the large pond where there were swans. I'd brought a picnic with cucumber sandwiches (her favorite), and water chestnuts and wine. She had only a sip.

  I guzzled swigs when she wasn't looking, trying to steel my nerves for what I had decided to do. The ring I'd bought was burning a hole in my pocket through the lunch. When it was over and I'd packed our picnic back into the basket the perfect moment presented itself.

  Anna Elizabeth stood, brushed the grass from the back of her long, white dress and looked down at me. The pink sunlight shinning from behind her once again made it seem like there was a halo around her golden locks.

  I took her by the hand.

  Her lips parted. Her blue eyes opened wide. She looked down at her hand and I felt her pull back.

  A cold pulse of fear raced through me. Had I misread the situation? Was I about to make a fool of myself? She'd seemed much warmer since that night in her apartment. She walked closer to me. She smiled more often and laughed at my terrible puns. Had she only been trying to be friendly? Had she been trying to make me feel better after my loss?

  I swallowed, pushing the tightness in my throat down into my gut. I had come this far. There was no turning back. "Anna Elizabeth," I said, my voice hoarse and my throat dry. "I've..."

  I had rehearsed it so many times! Now that the moment had come I was drawing a blank! "Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" My whole body was shaking in anticipation of her reply.

  Her lips made a thin, red line. Then the corners of her mouth turned up into a smile. "Oh, Matthew," she breathed. "Yes. Yes."