Hotwife Hotel: A Wifewatching Romance Page 2

  My eyes went even wider and I was worried that if I shrugged any more awkwardly my head would disappear into my torso. So instead, I nodded.

  Another giggle that bubbled into a laugh. "Okay. Fenn House. West Door. Seven? I'll bring ID."

  Wink.

  She turned her head first and the rest of her body followed as she walked down the hall. Peeking out from just beneath the sweater was the outline of what I would come to know as the most beautiful ass I had ever seen.

  I was sweating, my pulse was thudding in my chest but I couldn't stop staring at the beautiful, quirky nerd that had wrapped me around her little finger.

  ***

  When I showed up a few minutes before seven, she was already there. And she had transformed completely. The black tights and sagging hoodie were gone. In their place was a tight red top and an even tighter black skirt that outlined every perfect curve of her body. Two perfect mounds of cleavage threatened to burst from the low cut of the shirt. Her shape swept inwards to a slender waist, then flared again into full hips and the most beautiful round ass I'd ever seen.

  I looked down at the faded jeans and button-down shirt I'd decided to wear. From the way she usually dressed, this was the last thing I'd expected. When I looked back up, she was smiling such a confident, sexy, completely disarming smile. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Again.

  She laughed. "I guess we should have talked about where we're going?"

  For the first time since I'd started stalking her, or since we'd talked, I cracked a smile. I'd never felt so played by a woman in my life. And I'd never felt so alive.

  "I mean...I could change?" I managed to say, shaking my head and chuckling.

  "Sure. Let's go to your place." she said, with that quirky smile and a firm nod.

  I raised an eyebrow. Either I was being very clueless or she was being forward. That's the thing with dating loud women, they never made me guess.

  "I could go? I'd be back in..."

  It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. Both of them actually. She started shaking her head slightly from side to side, still smiling.

  "Or we could both go. Whatever."

  The shake swung up into a nod and I realized that this stunning creature was...hot for me?!?

  We started walking and I felt the bead of perspiration starting on my forehead. Okay so I liked it when women took charge but this was takey-chargey in a quiet, unsettling way. I couldn't think of what to say. I could feel her eyes on me, waiting for me to break the silence. I just couldn't think of what to say!

  "I'm Rebecca," she piped up cheerfully after a while, just when I'd given serious consideration to running the other way.

  Come on man, pull yourself together. I stopped, turned to face her and stuck out my hand.

  "Okay," I said, trying to pull off a "man voice". "Let me try this again. I'm John. John Forrest."

  "Pleasure to meet you John Forrest," she answered with a little curtsey.

  It all felt better now. The idea of her was less intimidating somehow.

  "I'm sorry about what I did," she said, putting her delicate soft hand to my arm.

  "About what you did? What did you do? This is me, by the way," I said, pointing to the apartment building in front of us.

  "About the thing at school. Telling you I was sixteen." She let out another little giggle at the memory.

  "You're not though, are you?"

  "No," she shook her head, still smiling. Her wavy blonde locks that she'd tightened into curls bounced along her shoulders.

  I couldn't help but smile. There was a weird knot forming in my stomach. A very warm, very pleasant knot. "Why'd you do that anyways?"

  "I had to get rid of Mr. Football."

  Get rid of Mr. Football. The memory of him standing next to her, of her talking to him, sent another bolt of delicious agony through me.

  "Are you two...?"

  "Nope," she answered before I could finish.

  "Oh."

  She let out a guffaw. "Sorry to disappoint you!"

  It made me realize how dismayed I'd sounded at her reply.

  "No! No, no...I just..."

  She raised an eyebrow, her eyes searching mine.

  "I just didn't want to...you know..." I trailed off, hoping she understood.

  She nodded but something in the way she stared made it seem like she didn't believe me.

  A silence settled around us and it started to feel awkward, just standing there.

  "Why don't I...why don't I go get changed?" I whispered, most of me not wanting to leave her there but a part of me feeling inviting her upstairs might be too forward.

  "Why don't I come with you?" came the reply.

  "I saw you, you know?" she said, standing in my hallway as I closed the door. It sent a shudder through me and set my mind racing. I turned slowly to face her, clutching at terrible ideas about what to say before I finally settled on one.

  "Saw me what?" I asked, feigning innocence.

  She smiled and shook her head. Letting me know she could see right through my terrible acting.

  "I saw you watching me."

  My eyes went wide and I put my hands up to protest, to defend myself, to explain I wasn't a serial killer. "Look, I think it's my turn to say sorry I..."

  She just stared up at me, her head cocked to one side, those big, blue eyes wondering what I was going to come up with by way of explanation.

  "Were you going to say something?" she asked, her face long and innocent after too much time had passed in silence.

  "I guess I just wanted to explain..."

  She began nodding slowly, still waiting for what I was going to come up with, not letting me off the hook.

  "It wasn't stalking." Why?!? Why John Forrest, why did you have to use that word?!?

  "I...I don't know..." I blathered, my mind coming up blank.

  Why had I thought I'd been so stealthy and discreet was the real question? Why had I thought she would have no idea what I'd done? I should have had a plan, come up with something, been smarter about it than this.

  "So why did you..." she paused, bit her lip, her eyes moving, searching for the words. "Why today then? Why did you stop me today? Why not just keep watching?"

  My heart was racing. This was crazy. It was like she was playing some crazy game. "I guess I thought...I might miss my chance?" I offered.

  She pressed on. "Miss your chance, with me?"

  "The guy. The big guy," I explained, gesticulating with my hands, my eyes on anything but hers. "I thought you guys were...a thing."

  That uncomfortable silence began to seep into me. Her stare didn't help matters. Before I could do anything about it, I felt my cock flex.

  My eyes darted up to hers, hoping desperately the motion hadn't caught her eye. Surely that would be the last straw and she'd be gone. What a horses ass I was!

  I saw her eyes shoot up and meet my gaze. She had seen it. She'd looked down and seen my cock move.

  I sighed and stepped to one side, giving her a wide berth and a clean line to the door. I was sure that she was just about to leave. I couldn't believe it when she pressed herself against me, her hand drifting down and grazing across the shape of my cock inside my thigh. I flexed again and looked at her.

  "Rebecca," I started, breathless and still unsure of what to say.

  "You want me to stop?" she asked. Her lips puckered into a pout.

  "I just..."

  ...had no idea what to say. About watching her. About what she was doing now. About how...crazy this was.

  "I wanted to tell you that I saw you watching me, John Forrest," she whispered, her hot breath on my ear sending a shiver down my spine and making me even harder

  "I wanted to tell you because I thought it was kind of hot."

  I flexed in her hand and almost groaned. When I look at her, the smile was back.

  "Good," she whispered. "I'm glad you don't think that's crazy."

  A surge of heat washed through me and settled in my stiffe
ning cock as she swept down the length of my body, her fingers pulling at the buckle of my belt. The buckle freed, she let it go and it settled, together with my pants, loudly on the floor. She pulled at the elastic of my boxers until the passed the point of most resistance and I came bouncing out in front of her.

  She flipped her hair to one side and pressed her lips to my cock, leaving a hot, wet spot there.

  I groaned. I couldn't believe this was happening but I in no way wanted it to end.

  "I guess you liked it too, then?" she asked, her lips poised to take me in that sweet little mouth.

  Cum was already pooling at the base of my cock. I'd never been this aroused this quickly. She was staring at me with hungry eyes, like she knew how close I was and couldn't wait for my eruption. I shook my head. Surely what she was saying couldn't be what was turning me on so much? Could it? She didn't wait for an answer.

  Still holding my gaze, she opened her mouth and pushed the head of my cock past her lips. Those perfect, plump, rosy lips. She watched me as I sank into her mouth, a quivering, confused mess. I flexed again and felt the prelude to an orgasm rush through me. Her eyes sparkled at my reaction as she sank onto me deeper still.

  I tried my best to hold on. I wasn't sure whether she wanted me to finish, or tell her I was going to, or what? But the words she'd spoken wouldn't let me go.

  I saw you watching me.

  Three quick strokes with her lips wrapped tightly around me was all it took for me to erupt inside her mouth. Hot jets of my seed pulsed from the end of my throbbing cock and she guzzled them down greedily, the whole time staring at me, wide-eyed and obediently sucking me until I was completely drained.

  When I'd spent everything I had, she kept sucking until it became almost painful, until I had to push her away. She came off and crawled back up my body, I could smell myself on her breath. She kissed me on the cheek.

  "My turn."

  The two words were all I needed to hear. Dropping to my knees I pushed the fabric of the skirt up over her waist, exposing the thin strip of underwear that covered her bare pussy. I yanked it aside, the fresh scent of her sweetness invading my nostrils and making my head swim.

  I pushed her thigh and she raised a leg, parting her lips and letting me invade her with my tongue. She was soaked, a sopping wet mess of excitement that drooled from her pussy onto my chin as soon as I started eating her.

  She moaned. I felt her fingers in my hair. I felt her pussy tighten slightly. Moving my tongue up to the taut nub of her clit I pushed a finger in between her legs. She moaned again, louder this time and her body sank onto my hand.

  As I fucked her with my finger, my tongue lashed at her tender bit of flesh, the way her body moved around me making me hard even though I'd just come. I looked up to see her lost in bliss, her eyes closed, her back arching out from the wall.

  Her pussy squeezed around my finger, once, twice. The third time, her fingers tightened around my hair as she sank even lower and sang another moan. As her climax rippled through her, I did my best to keep my pace.

  As soon as she was done, she crumpled onto me, almost sending me crashing against the wall. I lowered her slowly down and we both sat there on the floor until we'd caught our breath.

  It was the most stunning first date I'd ever had.

  "You're fun," she finally said, when we were all done mulling over what had just transpired. "Pizza?"

  I sat there staring at her, shaking my head, a stunned smile playing along my lips. "Marry me", is what I wanted to say. All I managed was a groan of "Of fuck, please, yes!"

  She burst into laughter and pressed her cheek against my arm.

  Chapter 3

  "Way'll all be focked wit dis fockin' starm comin' in I'm tellin' ya!" Sam Fisher yelled up at me over the gurgling of the engine at the back of his boat.

  I looked up at the gulls playing in the breeze against a clear blue sky. "Maybe they're wrong?" I countered.

  He jumped onto the dock, mooring line in hand and threw it around the bollard. "Nah, they're not wrong. Have you seen the radar?"

  "Not today. Our internet's out again."

  "Yer what?"

  I shook my head and smiled. I was pretty sure he'd made that same joke the first time we'd met. And every time I'd seen him after that.

  "It's the glowing thing Sam. The one you're scared of."

  "Oh dat ting!" he called out, climbing the gangplank and packing his pipe.

  Yep. Sam was a fisherman, sailor, tour boat captain, east coast kind of guy. He was born with a pipe in his mouth.

  "Come on ya silly bugger. Ye can use mine."

  ***

  Sam Fisher was one of the first people we'd met when we'd arrived in Port Clareton. He was our age, maybe a few years younger, and had grown up there. He'd worked the oil rigs for a while before coming back, buying a boat and settling down here on his own.

  We had come to Port Clareton on his boat. The place was accessible by road in the summer only, but it was much easier just to boat in. The real estate agent had recommended Sam when he'd sold us the house. It wasn't long after we were sitting at his place over rum and cheap beers, laughing at his barely understandable banter and off-colour jokes.

  Sam had helped us fix the place we'd bought up during the winter to get it ready for the tourists who would hopefully be coming in the spring and summer.

  It had been a crazy move, a crazy decision to change our lives like this. See, Rebecca and I were great together. We'd started dating after that first night and we'd gotten married a year after that. Everything was perfect. We both liked staying in, we both liked booze, we liked each other. Nothing, though, had ever lived up to that first night. Which was fine, except when it wasn't.

  I often wondered if we'd met too young. She'd actually been nineteen that night, to my twenty-five. I always knew I'd want a family, she was not so sure. The first few years were good and then...then we just started trying our best.

  But it didn't seem good enough for either of us. She didn't know what she wanted. At first it was a career in journalism, then a PhD, then maybe writing. I was practising as a psychologist by then but not enjoying it as much as I had thought I would. I ended up too busy she ended up too bored and one night after a particularly vicious fight it looked like it all might end.

  That's when she got the email. Her great-uncle had died. He had a house in Newfoundland. The attorney needed to know if anyone in the will was interested in buying the others out or if it should go up for sale.

  "Where?"

  "Newfoundland," she said, her voice softening after our quarrel. "Oh, they sent pictures."

  I sat down next to her on the couch and leaned in over the tablet. That house had brought us closer already. When she turned to me, there was a glimmer in her eye, the shadow of a smile playing along her lips and a question on the tip of her tongue.

  I don't know how I knew, I just knew what she was thinking. "You want to move to Newfoundland and live in the house, don't you?" I asked calmly.

  "I mean, kind of. Don't you?" she replied.

  I looked at her and she already seemed transformed. Just at the possibility.

  "I mean, yeah. I do."

  Her smile, a smile it felt like I hadn't seen in years, widened across her lips. I felt that energy, the same energy I'd felt the first night we'd met, humming in between us. She put her tablet down and pressed her lips against mine.

  My cock hardened immediately. We hadn't had sex in a while. Feeling her that close to me again, that willing was the perfect rush.

  I sank onto her, pressing her into the couch as my hand fumbled under the hoodie she was wearing. When I found her breast, I cupped its perfect curve in my palm, relishing the delicious heat it gave. She moaned, just a tiny little sound as I kissed her deeper, hungry from being starved. When I found her nipple it was already stiff and ready.

  Pulling her hoodie over her head, I watched as those two perfect, delicious breasts tumbled out. I sank my mouth first onto one,
then the other, kissing them and tugging at the nipples with my teeth.

  When I pushed my hand past the elastic of her tights she didn't push me away. She spread her legs and I watched her hips rise to meet my hand. When I found the patch of hair above her mound, it was soaked.

  She moaned louder this time as I pressed my fingers in between her sopping folds. She hadn't let me handle her like this in weeks but I didn't care. Pushing further, I felt myself slip inside her hot tunnel as I watched her feet rise off the ground.

  "Oh John," she whispered as I impaled myself inside her and plundered her breasts with my mouth. I was desperate to taste her.

  She spread for me eagerly as I pulled the tights from her legs and threw them to the floor. Her pussy smelled perfectly sweet and I felt my cock harden completely as I sank my mouth onto her folds.

  She put her hands behind my head, grinding against me until I found her clit. It was hot and stiff and ready I felt her shake a little as I took it between my lips and sucked it a little. Nothing compared to eating her. I loved it almost more than sex.

  Her back arched up off the couch as we found a common rhythm. She was tugging at my hear now but I didn't care. Looking at her eyes closed and the beautiful strain across her face, I felt the first twitches of a climax in her thighs.

  I pushed a finger up under my chin, found the hole and pushed myself inside. She moaned. Her body curled even higher as I felt her legs rise in the air. Curling my finger, I touched her upper wall.

  "Oh John!" she called out, her eyes popping open at the suddenness of my intrusion. She started rolling back and forth in time with my furious lapping and the curling of my finger. Before long I felt the gentle clenching of her pussy as a climax shook her and made her moan.

  I was so hard by the time she'd finished it was all I could do to keep myself from coming with my pants on. Pushing them down without bothering about the belt, I sprang out and took myself in hand. She opened for me slowly, her eyes lazy from the orgasm. I pressed my throbbing cock to that soaked pussy. She was so wet I easily drove myself inside.