The Hotel Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

  The Hotel Wife

  A Hotwife Fantasy

  by

  Jason Lenov

  Copyright 2017 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 coincidental.

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

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  Table of Contents

  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

  Epilogue

  Also by Jason Lenov

  Chapter 1

  I peered over the spine of my book at the feeling of Piper's toe nudging my leg. “Yes?”

  She was wearing a slightly devilish grin and her cheeks were red from the egg nog. Her blonde curls bounced on her shoulder as she tilted her head. “I want to ask you something,” she said, biting one corner of her lower lip.

  I sighed. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Piper and wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. But I had just sunk into the couch with A Legacy of Spies after an incredibly long week. Nonetheless, Piper’s playful expression was not easily dismissed. “What is it, my love?”

  Setting her glass down, Piper bounced up towards me from her end of the couch. She settled against my arm.

  I enjoyed the softness of her plush breasts pressing against me.

  She leaned close enough that I could feel her breath on my neck. Her breath smelled like spiced rum and eggs. “Can we do it?” she asked in a sultry whisper.

  Blood drained from my brain down to my cock, which began to engorge. “Are you serious?”

  “Oh I’m serious,” Piper said. She leaned closer and nibbled my earlobe with a gentle bite.

  It sent a delicious shiver racing down my back. Smiley could most certainly wait for this. I set the book down and tried to turn to kiss Piper.

  She pressed the tip of her finger against my jaw so I couldn’t turn my head. “Ah, ah, ah!”

  “What?”

  “I want to hear you say it first.”

  “You want to hear me say it?”

  “I want to hear you say that we can do it,” she said.

  I furrowed my brow. It wasn’t like her to initiate sex. It certainly wasn’t like her to play these games. “Say that I want s…”

  “Ah!” she interrupted again. “Just tell me can do it. Say it just like that. We can do it.“

  Sigh.

  The waft of alcohol from her breath made me realize what was going on. Piper was drunk on spiked nog. Okay. I could go along with that.

  “Baby we can do it any way you want,” I said in my best Manilow voice.

  “Good,” Piper breathed, “because I’ve already bought the tickets.”

  “You want to…” Wait, what?

  “Wait. What?” This time I didn’t let her finger stop me from turning to look her in the eye.

  There was a very mischievous twinkle dancing all across her face.

  “Tickets?”

  Piper bit the corner of her lower lip again and nodded her excitement.

  “What tickets?”

  “You promised this,” she said, losing the mischief and wagging a stiff finger at me.

  “Promised you what?”

  “That we could do a Caribbean Christmas.”

  Oh shit. Right. That.

  “Piper?” I asked.

  She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her head to one side. “I bought them because I knew if I asked you again you’d somehow convince me to not go.” She narrowed her eyes but kept her smile. “You’re so good at that!”

  I had, over the last two years since we’d gotten married, acquired quite a talent for managing Piper. That much was true. “But I never said yes to…”

  “You just did now!”

  “But you already bought the tickets!” I was doing my best to control the temper that had flared at Piper’s admission. I really hadn’t agreed to this.

  “Because you would have said no!”

  “But that’s…you’re going around in…” “Tom,” she said, pointing that same finger right between my eyes. “When we got married you said that before we had kids, before everything got crazy and we never did it again, you would take me for a Caribbean Christmas, remember? You promised.”

  Ugh.

  There was that.

  “You promised,” Piper added.

  I rolled my eyes. “I never said it would be this Christmas.”

  She took a deep breath and put a fist on her hip. “Tom, we’re trying now. Chances are by this time next year we’re going to be elbows deep in diapers, my tits will be leaking and then we’ll never go on a Caribbean Christmas ever again.”

  “What about after the kids go away to school?” I asked, assuming our hypothetical children would ever leave the house.

  Piper threw her hands up into the air. “Ugh, then I’m going to be all wrinkly and flabby and gross! Who wants to go for Caribbean Christmas then?”

  “You’re never going to be gross, you’ll always be…” “Tom,” Piper said, pressing her forehead up to mine. “I really want this. You promised me. I already bought the tickets. Please just say it’s okay and let’s have fun? Please?” she whispered.

  A small smile cracked on her lips. She pressed a finger to my chest and ran it down my shirt, letting it settle on my belt buckle. “I promise you that you’re going to have an excellent time. You know what the beach does to me.”

  My cock rose to life. My heart began to beat a little harder in my chest. I looked up into Piper’s mischievous eyes. I swallowed, trying to clear the dryness in my mouth. “What…what do you mean?” I stammered.

  Piper’s smile widened into a grin. She leaned close. Close enough to flick her tongue out against my ear.

  My cock hardened completely.

  Piper’s hand drifted down into my lap. She pressed her palm against the bulging fabric of my jeans. “Tom,” she whispered. “Are you just getting jealous that all those big buff black men are going to be staring at your pretty blonde wife?” She gave my cock a squeeze. “What’s this?” she asked, giggling.

  “Fuck, Piper,” I breathed as the image she’d described blossomed in my mind. A deep and throbbing arousal filled me.

  “That’s it, isn’t it Tom? You’re worried about all those eyes wandering all over my curves and me wearing nothing but a skimpy little g-string, right?”

  My chest tightened. My heart stopped and my mouth dried out again. I turned to look at my wife. “Piper? What the fuck?”

  She giggled and pressed the tip of her finger against my nose. “That kind of stresses you out, doesn’t it?”

  I was practically panting and had no idea what to say. There was no denying I was turned on. Jealous as hell but turned on at the same time. Was she joking?

  The thing was that Piper had k
ind of hit the nail on the head. She was a bombshell and I did get a little jealous any time she got attention from other men, which was a lot.

  At the same time I had to admit that there was something tremendously arousing about thinking of her with other men. She was my Piper, my wife and my friend. But as much as I didn’t want to admit it, as taboo as it was to think about, she was still a sexual animal outside of those boundaries. Men looked at her because she was gorgeous and I knew when they looked they were thinking of what it would be like to fuck her.

  And for some reason that made me really hot.

  Piper tugged my belt open, unzipped my pants and reached into my underwear. My cock sprang out. She giggled as her slender fingers slid down, peeling back my foreskin and exposing the engorged purple head. She rubbed me a few times. The warmth of her palm began to draw the seed out of my nuts.

  I groaned.

  Piper stopped. “You think about it sometimes, don’t you Tom?” Piper asked.

  “What?” I said, wriggling to try to get her to stroke me again.

  “You think about other guys looking at me.”

  I looked into her eyes, stunned.

  Her cheeks were rosy from the nog and I wondered if that’s what had inspired this sudden loosening of her morals. Probably. Still hot though.

  To this day I’m not sure why I nodded at her question but I did.

  Piper raised an eyebrow. “Really?” she said quietly. Her hand slid down my shaft and back up again. She clutched me a little harder for the next pump. Then her fingers came up, the tips tucked up under my glans sending delicious razors of pleasure racing up my spine. “What is it, exactly, that you think about?” she asked.

  I didn’t exactly want to take back my response but the direction we were headed with this felt a little dangerous. It also awoke an interest in Piper that had faded a little in these last two years of marriage. All of a sudden she felt like my entire world again. “I…sometimes I watch other guys watching you,” I said quietly.

  Piper was twisting her hand, her fingers running circles beneath my glans. It was driving me to the brink. “And you like that? Thinking that other men are watching me? That other men are watching your wife and thinking about what it would be like to fuck her?” She plucked the words right out of my mind.

  I nodded again. My breathing had become heavy and my cock was twitching, aching for release.

  Piper gazed into my eyes. “That’s not something I knew about you Tom,” she said with a smile. “What else do you think about?”

  I shook my head, my mouth hanging open in a silent moan. “Nothing. I swear.”

  Piper grinned. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

  “No! I…”

  In one swift motion Piper peeled her jogging pants off, swung her leg over my lap, pulled her underwear to one side and slid my cock into her sopping wet hole. Her juices leaked out of her, soaking my pubes. “That is really fucking hot Tom Chance,” she whispered as she began to ride.

  I put my hands on her ass and stared up at her. She had her eyes closed and her smile had twisted into a snarl. Her hot pussy squeezed at my cock.

  As I stared at her I couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking about with her eyes closed like that. Was she thinking about other men looking at her? Was she thinking about what it would be like to fuck another guy.

  Fuck another guy.

  The image of another man’s cock buried inside her soft hole shoved me over the edge. “Fuck!” I grunted as my cock-head began to spew hot seed up into her cunt.

  “Oh fuck Tom!” Piper cried. Her head swept back and her pussy clamped down on me and started to gush.

  The orgasm that roared through me was one of the most powerful I’d ever had.

  We coasted off the climax together and Piper slumped forward against my chest. Her face was hot and her breathing was heavy. She lifted her head, shook it and smiled. “Tom Chance,” she said, biting one corner of her lower lip. “What in the heck was that?” She slapped a hand playfully against my chest.

  I shook my head. “I don’t know,” I said. “Should we book some tickets and find out?”

  Piper’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious?” she whispered.

  I nodded.

  Piper squealed. She jumped off of me. Before her underwear snapped back into place a frothy gush of my semen spilled out onto my pubes. Piper giggled and covered her mouth. She raced over to the computer and started tapping in dates.

  A very pleasant warmth filled me at her excitement. I was sure Piper would never come close to sleeping with another guy but the prospect of all those eyes all over her beach body was an arousing one.

  Worst thing that could happen would be a week in the sun. Or so I thought.

  Chapter 2

  “Oh my God I am in heaven,” were Piper’s first words as we stepped out of the airport terminal in Kingston. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath of the hot damp air and spun around with her arms stretched out.

  I forced a smile but inside I was a wreck. It had started as soon as we got on the plane. Our flight attendant was a very handsome, very tall and very sturdy black man. He was easy going and affable and seemed to take great pleasure in spending extra time explaining – mostly to Piper – about how to use the emergency exit. This was despite the fact that I was the one sitting next to the window.

  Every now and again he had smiled at me, as if acknowledging my existence somehow excused his blatantly flirtatious behaviour.

  Piper had gobbled it up. She giggled at his jokes and batted her eyelashes, staring at him with great interest as she listened to the minutiae of how to work the door.

  Once he had left to check the rest of the cabin before takeoff, she had turned to me with a sly grin and cocked her head to one side. “Did you like that?” she asked.

  I had opened my mouth to tell her that I didn’t when I felt her hand crawl into my lap. Her fingers found the hard lump of my cock beneath my shorts. She shook her head as she stared into my eyes. “My, my,” she whispered.

  “Piper, seriously,” I shot back. “Let’s not take this too far.”

  Piper had rolled her eyes at me. “Oh relax, Tom. We’re just having a little fun.”

  So I tried. I sat back and took a deep breath. A little while later I realized that I was being a bit of a child about the whole thing. But every time our flight attendant came by and Piper put on her bubbly bimbo routine for him I felt a knot of jealousy twist inside me.

  Once we were in the airport I couldn’t help but notice all of the heads Piper turned as we walked from the plane to baggage claim. It seemed that every other guy we passed headed in the opposite direction felt no qualms about eyeing Piper up and down, then turning his head as she walked past to check out her ass.

  A sinking feeling coupled with a confused arousal had my mind twisted in all sorts of different ways.

  Now, standing beside her at the curb as she waved for a cab, I wondered whether I would be able to have any fun at all through the fog of this feeling that had gripped me.

  A cab pulled up and the driver got out, dreadlocks tucked beneath a green-yellow-red cap. He greeted Piper with a slightly stoned looking smile then took the bags from me, barely acknowledging me at all.

  As we drove the two and a half hours to Montego Bay Piper and the driver kept up a steady stream of conversation as I stared out the window barely noticing as the lush greenery of the island slipped by outside.

  We had decided to go all out for this vacation. In all likelihood Piper was right. By this time next year we would probably have a baby and vacations like this would be a thing of the past. At least for a little while.

  So even though the cab was going to be around two hundred and fifty bucks, it was more comfortable and private than the one coach company that ran the route.

  We had also elected to stay in one of the fanciest resorts on the island. Private cabins located directly on the water, like literally above the water, were where we were staying.

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sp; We arrived in good time and were met by a bell-boy who whisked our luggage up to the building. Piper gave the driver the fare and included a very generous tip. She waved goodbye as he drove off, then turned, took my hand and smiled. “You were so quiet that whole time. What were you thinking about?”

  I shrugged. What I had been thinking about was how chatty Piper was being and how that made me feel. But I didn’t want to come across as some jealous spoilsport who was going to ruin the vacation because he couldn’t stop thinking about other men looking at his wife. “Just enjoying the scenery, I guess.”

  Piper smiled and squeezed my hand. “Come on. Let’s go find our room. I want to make sure we start this trip off right.” She flashed me a devilish grin, then dragged me up the five steps to the main building of the resort.

  We were greeted by a large stern-looking black man standing behind the front desk. He gave me a nod but when he looked at Piper his expression softened. One corner of his mouth curled up into a smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Chance?” he asked.

  Piper nodded enthusiastically and squeezed my hand. “How did you know our names?” she asked.

  The receptionists smile widened. “You’re the only guests we have checking in today. My name is Thomas. I’ll show you to your suite. Please, right this way.” He stepped out from behind the desk and walked us down the corridor to a door that led outside. The sunlight reflecting off the sand was nearly blinding and we both had to put our sunglasses on before we were even outside.

  We stepped out onto a pristine beach that looked out onto the azure waters of Montego Bay. After walking a few feet down the beach Piper saw the “swim-up suites” as they were called, in the distance. She giggled with excitement and bounced up and down beside me.

  Thomas turned around and grinned at her outburst.

  The suites weren’t so much swim up as they were wade up and the water was only about knee deep. A set of wooden steps led up to the suite. Thomas led us up.