The Hotwife Strikes Back! Page 3

  “What do you want me to do, Jules? How do I make this right?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m not even sure if I want to see your signature on that line in a few weeks or not. And after that, maybe we can put this behind us and start building something from scratch, or maybe we can’t. I don’t know all that either. All I know is that the ball is in your court now, and this is the final play. It’s up to you to decide how we end the game.”

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  Also by Raven Merlot:

  Cuckolded in Couples Counseling 2: With My Husband's Brother

  In the past...

  The sensation was spine tingling. The feeling of getting caught surged through their bodies…even if they knew it was never going to happen. The adrenaline rush that came from breaking the rules. From not just sinning, but desecrating everything the marriage meant to them both.

  He had never had such an uncomfortably hard erection before. The only way to ensure that he felt that hard again, the second and third time, was to do it on his lovely wife’s bed.

  She loved him or at least said she loved him. Yet he gave her nothing. Every last bit that was inside him went to his mistress. The one he fucked every Thursday afternoon, when his long-suffering wife was working.

  They both fucked vigorously, the kind of desperate, gonna-die-tomorrow fucking he had never experienced with his wife. The morally pure wife, the paragon of motherhood and patience.

  He felt almost fearless, oblivious to the morality of what they were doing. None of it mattered, all trivia—pointless. Just animals doing what animals do in a godless world, that’s all sex was.

  The only thing he feared, the only thing that made him feel alive besides his red cock, was the sound of the front door opening.

  “JESUS!” Trey screamed, pushing his mistress over on the bed and grabbing a pillow to cover up. “Julie…” he said weakly, feeling his heart pound in regret. If she caught him, everything was fucked. Things would never go back to the way they were, not after seeing him like this.

  “Hey bro,” Rob said, slowly inching his way forward to the doorway. No sense in hiding it. Trey was ass naked, kneeling on the bed and hiding his crotch, while his mistress cowered on the floor.

  “Oh God, it’s Rob. My brother.” Trey shook his head in anxiety. Not quite as terrible an ordeal as Julie coming home early and finding him in bed with another woman. But his own brother…

  Rob was always the better looking one. Darker hair, darker eyes, slightly taller, and with a younger man’s build. He also had those hawk-like eyes that seemed to be looking through a person’s soul, always one step ahead.

  Trey had never spoken openly to Rob about cheating on Julie. They never spoke of it. For all Rob knew, Trey was the perfectly happy married man. Professional. Well to do, only slightly bitter…but nothing drinking on the weekend didn’t fix.

  “Hey Rob. This is, uh, Julie’s…”

  Rob sneered back with a half-smile.

  “Julie said…well, you see…this…this is kind of awkward. But, uh, Julie told me I could…”

  “What?”

  “Uh, threesome! With Julie. She, uh, didn’t want anyone to know.”

  Rob laughed in indifference. “So, what is it, Trey? Julie’s hiding in the bathroom? Or is she visiting her mother? But let me guess…she knows all about this. And she’s perfectly okay with it.”

  “Don’t judge me,” Trey said with a hint of resentment. “You have no idea.”

  Trey jumped out of bed as Rob turned around, giving them both a moment to get dressed. He owed them their dignity if nothing else.

  Trey’s mysterious lover was never named, and Rob didn’t bother asking. The woman stuffed her dress back on, right before scurrying out of the house like the rat she was.

  “Hey, I just came to talk business. This is all your drama, buddy. I don’t care.”

  Trey was at least half dressed by now. Even when caught in a moment of weakness, he still stared down his brother in self-righteous condemnation.

  “Look…don’t be an ass, okay? I made a mistake.”

  “It’s your business.”

  “That’s right. It is my business. I’m…” Trey shook his head in frustration. “I’m not saying that I feel nothing. I’m sorry in some ways, but…”

  “Look, I really don’t give a shit, bro,” Rob said with a shake of his head. “Just put your shirt on. I don’t like seeing your pasty white puffs.”

  “Fuck you,” Trey said, putting his shirt on. “So…you won’t tell Julie?”

  “Nah,” Rob said dismissively. “But no favor to you. I just don’t get involved with people’s drama.”

  “Thanks,” Trey said sarcastically.

  “Don’t mention it.”

  A beat passed as Trey finished up and walked to the dining room.

  “I’m ready to talk business, Rob. But you could have called rather than just stop by. Remember how Mom always said it was rude to just pop in?”

  “I admit, I like surprising people.”

  Rob picked up a picture of Julie that was sitting on the bedroom dresser.

  He had only met Julie a few times at family reunions and the like. He hadn’t really thought of her much, except that she seemed nice…if a little spaced out. Maybe not the most talkative woman in the world. But then again if Trey was cheating on her, no wonder. She couldn’t be happy. It takes two to make an unhappy marriage.

  For the first time ever, he felt justified undressing Julie with his eyes. Rob always preferred big-breasted porn stars whenever he actually got around to jerking it. Julie was moderately sized; petite with blond hair. A housewife’s body. A “real” woman not made of plastic.

  Rob was a workaholic. A manager in a call center, employed by a company that frowned upon office romances. He was always the example. Between work, exercise, and volunteer work, he hardly had time to date anyone. And meeting a woman who was worthwhile, who was actually special, seemed like a lost cause. Why Julie? She seemed the opposite of him in many ways. And yet the attraction was intense.

  This particular picture was so cutesy. She wore a short-sleeved spaghetti strap top and jeans. She wasn’t flaunting really, just comfortable. Her face was the most interesting thing about her. She looked tired in the picture. Like children, and a dick of a husband, wore her out. Her face wasn’t perfect…thirty-year old lines under her eyes. A certain aloofness in her face, as if she was just going through the motions of life. At least her medium-length blond hair was cute. She was probably a knockout in high school.

  “Hey now,” Trey said with a jocular grin. “Don’t be fantasizing about my wife, boy.”

  “Nah,” he said blankly. “I don’t trespass.”

  “Good. Because we are happily married. You know.”

  Rob looked at him in disbelief, raising his brow.

  “Really,” Trey said defensively. “What Julie doesn’t know can’t hurt her. Don’t go fucking up my life. That’s not what family does. We look out for each other. I’d do the same for you, you know.”

  “Yeah, you probably would,” Rob said.

  Julie’s face in the picture became more interesting as moments passed. He tried to put the picture down…but an odd feeling came over him. It felt almost exciting to hold her picture up, knowing that his brother was becoming uncomfortable with his staring. He was always such a jealous type.

  Julie was cute, no question about it. Until this moment, he never thought about fucking her. The thought seemed disgraceful. But now, knowing how rotten his brother treated her, it felt almost like…vengeance. Like chivalry. Julie deserved better. And if he ever had the chance…

  You better believe I would go for it.

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  Also by Raven Merlot:

  My Husband, My Cuckold

  From Book Fou
r of My Husband, My Cuckold: Be Careful What You Wish For

  Jarrod watched with wide eyes as Kernan led his wife to the single bed in the room. His palms were starting to sweat, and he toggled between being completely aroused and nervous. It hadn't crossed his mind until now that Riley being with other men could cause a different problem for him. What if she liked him more? Jarrod searched for the first sign on Riley’s face that she wasn’t enjoying herself. He was ready to call it quits, if he had to.

  She never even looked in his direction.

  Instead, Riley's eyes were fixed on Kernan. Kernan held Riley by the waist as he backed her against the bed's edge. His mouth covered Riley’s as his hands carefully touched and squeezed any skin he could contact. Riley moaned as Kernan held her tiny waist in his hands, and Jarrod sensed that without touching her, she was soaking wet. Envy started to bubble. He wanted her to look his way, to have him stop this. As Kernan pushed up the hem of Riley’s nightie, the reality sunk in to Jarrod. She wasn’t going to stop this.

  Jarrod wrung his hands together. He closed his eyes as Riley’s soft exhales coursed through the air. He wanted her, and the idea that Kernan could have her was starting to suffocate him. He cleared his throat, hoping to draw her attention, but nothing. He shifted in his seat, even as his cock pushed against his jeans, Jarrod struggled with his conflicting thoughts.

  He’d had to convince her to try this, and had even been disappointed when it initially seemed as though she wouldn’t come around. Now, the tables were turned. Riley’s eyes were closed as Kernan laid her against the bed. Kernan cupped Riley’s breasts in both hands as he kissed her neck. The way her hair fanned out around her head created an even more romantic visual, and Jarrod’s mouth grew dry. He wanted Kernan’s hands off of his wife. Right now.

  Jarrod rose from his chair. He took one step and Riley’s eyes opened and found him. Somehow, she must have known about the war going on in him. As Kernan kissed from her neck to Riley’s cleavage, Jarrod inched closer. Riley moaned as Kernan took one hard, pink nipple into his mouth while massaging the other with his hand. She shook her head gently as she mouths the word “no” to Jarrod.

  Jarrod was shocked. She was so hesitant at first that he’d really wanted to talk her out of it. His reasons weren’t completely altruistic. If she’d gone through it and didn’t enjoy it, having this experience could have ruined their relationship. So, when he’d stood, part of Jarrod thought he was coming to her rescue.

  Stunned, he remained standing for another minute before backtracking to his seat. He picked up his glass of wine, emptied it. Then filled it again. His cock was painfully hard, but his heart was constricting in his chest. Jealousy had never had such a hold on him, but it did now. As his palms started sweating he realized that it was threatening his very sanity.

  ****

  Riley watched Jarrod through the slit of her eyes. She couldn’t understand why Jarrod’s eyes were skittish, darting from her face to Kernan’s hands over her body. They never would have gotten here if it weren’t for him asking her to experiment. Now that they were, Riley wanted to see how far she could go.

  Kernan’s mouth was hot and tender as he tasted the base of her throat and kissed the v of her cleavage. She suppressed a moan at first, her mind still lingering on her husband. . Her hands were in Kernan’s hair as his mouth burned a trail to one stiff nipple while he teased the other with his fingers. She liked the way his tongue swiped over her nipple, and the tremor of pain he caused when he nipped her gently with his teeth. She didn’t want to moan quietly anymore.

  Kernan started to suck her nipple until Riley squirmed beneath the weight of his body. She was hot all over, and dug her nails into his scalp as Kernan intensified his sucking. It was a combination of pleasure and pain. His mouth, hot and wet, trapped her nipple and teased relentlessly. Riley’s skin puckered in goose bumps. Her breath shallowed, and her eyes darted back and forward behind her eyelids as she tried to concentrate on any one sensation. Her pussy soaked her panties as Kernan’s skillful mouth and hands drifted over her sensitive breasts.

  Riley squirmed beneath Kernan’s straddling of her body when he switched breasts and started to repeat his pleasurable touches. She didn’t attempt to slow her runaway heart, or dare to look in Jarrod’s direction. She didn’t want him to change her mind. Kernan’s sucking made her pussy wetter, and her reservations silenced when he stared up at her with fire in his eyes. To know that she had put it there, was something she couldn’t have imagined possible only hours ago. Kernan’s expression said not only was he turned on, but she had done this. She made him want her, and Riley wanted him, too.

  He lifted from her body briefly and stayed raised on his knees as he unbuttoned his shirt. Riley pushed up on her elbows, and then all the way up as her fingers grew itchy to touch his exposed chest. Kernan pulled the shirt off as Riley’s hands traced over the defined muscles of his chest and abs. While he pulled his arms free, she massaged one nipple while her tongue traced circles around the other.

  She heard him groan, and Riley trembled. She moaned too. She nipped at his nipple the way he’d done her. Riley held his hips as she started to suck. Her eyes were closed and her head filled with the masculine scent of his cologne and the restrained power he held in his body. Kernan unbuckled his pants, and Riley shivered with anticipation. Only seconds were between them as he stepped from the bed and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down over his narrow hips.

  Riley leaned back on her elbows. Her breath slipped from her mouth in short bursts as Kernan unveiled himself. As Riley suspected, Kernan did not disappoint her. His cock was already stiff and dripped with precum, at least eight inches, longer than Jarrod and thicker, too. Riley licked her lips. Her legs parted of their own volition when he leaned forward to kiss her knees tenderly. His hands were on her hips, on the waistband of her panties. Riley lifted her buttocks from the bed, and Kernan slowly pulled them off.

  They were standing in the heat of an inferno. When Kernan’s knuckles brushed against the bare skin of her hips, Riley felt her adrenaline soar. She wanted him, gripped the comforter of the bed to keep her hands from shaking, and she wasn’t alone.

  Kernan tossed her panties away, but they hadn’t hit the floor before his face was positioned between her knees and planting kisses along her sensitive inner thighs.

  Riley moaned. She eased back on to the bed and closed her eyes. Her senses took over as his warm mouth roamed up her thighs and met her shaven mound for the first time. At first, his warm and wet breath blew over her engorged clit. Then, he was a tentative lick with the tip of his tongue. Riley arched, she held back a plea for him to stop toying with her. Who was this new woman who lived in the pleasure of the moment before her? It was a question she would have to answer for herself later.

  Riley held her breath and waited for him to continue the way she wanted. Kernan tucked his arms beneath her thighs, and without a moment more of teasing, he covered her clit with his mouth. Riley gasped as his hot mouth seared her clit. Her eyes shot open, and she stared up at the ceiling in awe as his tongue circled her clit. He was taking his time, tantalizing her with slow and steady samplings of her lovebud. She moaned, rubbed her fingers through his hair, and Kernan continued.

  Kernan sucked her clit between her lips and teased her with his mouth. She moaned and shifted on the comforter. Her moans grew more and more urgent as Kernan licked her clit and sucked harder. Riley sucked in a breath, but wasn’t sure the air ever reached her lungs. She clung to the comforter as his tongue dipped into her entry, then licked upward back to her clit. He wasn’t teasing her, he was tasting her. It was evident with the way his moans blended with Riley’s that he was being indulged.

  Riley felt weightless as Kernan magnified his attention to her clit. Deep, flickering thrusts of his tongue brought her closer to euphoria. She was breathless, her body had become a collection of overly-sensitive nerve endings, all at Kernan’s mercy. A shiver coursed through her over and over, and Riley’s th
oughts scattered.

  Kernan lifted one hand up her body and massaged one stiff nipple forcefully. With the other hand, he pressed against her wet pussy, rubbing where his tongue has already branded. Kernan pushed one finger into her entry, and Riley arched her body into his touch. Another finger joined the tightness of her body, and Riley momentarily lifted from the bed. Her eyes landed on Jarrod, who had moved to a chair at the foot of the bed. Riley had no time to try and decipher what he felt. As Kernan stroked her with two curling fingers, her body took over.

  It started as a hum, then grew to a roar. Riley’s orgasm twisted her body as she both raced toward it, and simultaneously scooted away from Kernan’s irresistible mouth. The hand on to her breasts moved away and held her firmly by her hips. She endured his tongue lashing with the blind pleasure of a woman sentenced to relentless desire. She was weak when Kernan finally pulled his mouth away. Jarrod had never licked her pussy so completely.

  ****

  Riley’s eyes were closed when she felt the bed decompress around her. She opened them as Kernan positioned his hips between her legs. Riley spread wider to make room for him. She reached for him, and he lowered his mouth against hers. The taste of sweet wine and her own cum was a shock to Riley’s senses.