Watching My Hot Wife - Ten Book Collection Vol 4 Page 17

  “Harold,” the gruff voice of Bert resonated within Harold’s ears as he walked past with little more than a nod.

  “She’s just getting out of the shower, she won’t be a minute.”

  Harold noticed that Bert was dressed more casually this time, just a collarless white shirt and jeans, and crisp white running shoes, which Bert was now kicking off at the door before he headed knowingly into the bedroom.

  Loosening the robe around his waist, Harold allowed a little more breathing room for his half-erect cock. He was pleased that the herbal pills were having an effect, but he would have to wait a bit longer to see if they would continue to improve his erection to its full former glory. As Lisa meandered out of the shower in a matching robe, she could see that Bert was already in the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head.

  “Evening Bert, how are you?” She purred, walking over to him and running her fingers down his chest and across each peak of his abdomen.

  With that action, Harold was reminded yet again, of how much broader and stronger his boss was than himself.

  “Much better, even more so when that robe is removed, and you’re on the bed naked,” the huskiness of his voice was arousing to Lisa, and Harold could see this clearly as her body shivered.

  She removed her robe and let it fall to the floor, showing off that incredibly well toned and delicate body of hers for both Harold and Bert to see. She moved towards the bed as Bert unclasped his jeans and pulled down the zip, tugging his jeans off his hips in one swift and perfected motion.

  “On your back this time. I want those delicious legs over my shoulders,” Bert commanded, his eyes never leaving Lisa’s body as she positioned herself as she pleased.

  Harold moved back to the window where he stood the past Saturday, leaning back against it with his hands folded in front of his groin. He silently begged whatever deity would listen that in time he could command his own wife to position herself in such a way, that he would be able to crawl across the bed and place his erect cock between her thighs as Bert was doing at that very moment.

  Flicking his fingers and holding out the palm of his hand, Bert didn’t even bother to look at Harold this time but knelt between his wife’s thighs in waiting for the small foil packet to be placed in his hand. Harold obeyed, pulling a foil packet from the pocket of his robe which he had placed in there earlier, and putting it Bert’s waiting hand.

  Quickly ripping open the packet, he flicked the empty packet in Harold’s direction and rolled on the condom over his waiting cock. As he grabbed the thighs of his wife, he turned and looked Harold directly in the eyes which made him instantly glance down at the floor.

  “Should I fuck her slow Harold? Or fuck her hard and fast?”

  Harold looked up suddenly, shocked that he would be asking that kind of question. He opened his mouth for a moment, then closed it again as he looked towards his wife. She couldn’t take her eyes off his waiting erection at the entrance to her sex, squirming slightly beneath his towering presence.

  “That is up to Lisa,” he responded quietly, never taking his eyes off his wife as he spoke.

  “Damnit Bert, just fuck me. I need to be fucked,” she bucked her hips, feeling the head of his cock prod at her opening for just a moment, causing her to shiver and moan.

  “Pathetic. Can’t even fuck his wife the way she pleads to be fucked,” he chuckled, enjoying belittling the man that stood at the window without a single ounce of power.

  As Bert turned back to look at Lisa, he grabbed her thighs and thrust into her without warning, burying himself deep inside of her. Lisa cried out, a mix of surprise and ecstasy, the sound of which vibrated in her husband’s ears and caused him to audibly sigh.

  He was frustrated and humiliated; frustrated that it wasn’t him pummeling inside of his wife, and humiliated for the very same reason. But the small glimmer of hope that twitched between his thighs caught his attention, and as Bert pulled back and thrust into his wife once again, he slipped one of his hands between the robe to wrap around his own cock.

  With each time that Bert thrust into his wife, Harold would squeeze and massage his own half-hard cock. The pleasure that pulsed through his body was barely containable, and it hadn’t of been for the window sill behind him to help keep him steady, he would have given away his little secret fondling.

  Harold tried to suppress the concern that he was completely turned on and aroused by another man fucking and pleasuring his wife, and decided to allow himself to enjoy the sensation he had not felt in months.

  Bert leaned forward, pressing down against Lisa’s legs to push her into the bed. His hands splayed out either side of her shoulders to brace himself - in this position, Lisa’s knees were nearly pressed down against her breasts, and her ankles now rested on Bert’s broad shoulders.

  “You better like it rough, fast and deep,” he cooed at the blonde before picking up the previous rhythm he had before he moved.

  “Oh fuck yes…” Lisa moaned and closed her eyes, reaching up and digging her fingers into the tough skin of his sides, no doubt leaving marks behind underneath her fingernails.

  Lisa felt incredibly full and could feel the entire length and thickness of his cock slamming in and out of her with every thrust. It was clear to see from Harold’s viewpoint, that his wife loved this position, and he was left wondering how it would feel to be that deep inside of his wife again.

  It didn’t take long in this position for Lisa to find her own sweet release, and cry out in pure ecstasy as she clawed at Bert’s sides. Harold quickly removed his hand from his own cock, not wanting either his wife or his boss to notice that he had found an extreme amount of pleasure from the ordeal. He hadn’t reached a full erection, but the stroking and squeezing had kept the semi-hardness alive, which continued to give him hope that the treatment was working and not affecting his heart in any negative manner.

  With another thrust, Bert buried himself deep inside Lisa, groaning heavily as his own release flooded over him. He managed to hold himself above the petite blonde, but the strength in his arms was quickly fading. Bert pushed himself back onto his knees, pulling out of Lisa and using a single hand to roll off the now full condom, and once again, fling it towards Harold in another act of humiliation that he pulled off so well.

  Harold flinched as the soaked condom hit his leg and fell to the floor at his feet, and cringed as he leaned down to pick it up and take it to the rubbish bin. Forget feeling like he was two inches tall and completely emasculated, he was starting to resent his boss.

  “You know the drill floppy man, call me when your wife needs another work over,” he stepped off the bed effortlessly as he looked towards Harold, his eyes boring into the green of Lisa’s husbands.

  “Of course,” he looked away, unable to hold the gaze of his boss as he stood and started to dress.

  2

  A few more weeks had passed, and the Saturday night fuck-a-thon for Lisa and Bert continued. Each weekend, Harold felt more and more humiliated by his boss, but also more disturbingly, turned on by each encounter. Each weekend, his cock was forming a stronger and longer erection, and his hope to be able to fuck his own wife was growing with each passing day.

  Between the Saturday visits, Harold and Lisa would always have their loving ritual of waking and enjoying each other’s bodies - or at least, Harold would enjoy Lisa’s. She had grown so accustomed to her husband never having a hard on, that she didn’t even bother to let her hands wander down to his cock anymore.

  Each time Harold went down on his wife, he could feel his cock growing stronger and holding his erection for longer each time until it faded. He didn’t mind in the meantime, though, tasting the arousal of his wife and exploring her sex was a past time that he loved almost more than physical intercourse.

  It wasn’t until two months later, on a fateful Saturday morning that Lisa woke and stretched next to her husband that things would change. With Harold laying on his back, his wife sleepily turned towards him and
gently traced her fingers across his naked chest and watched him sleep.

  She admired the strong line of his jaw, the whisper of a five o’clock shadow that littered his jaw, and relished in the soft hair that scattered his chest. It was evident she was lost in the moment, looking at her husband with such a loving and admiring gaze that for some reason she looked over his sleeping body and noticed a lump in the sheets.

  Curious, and somewhat hopeful, she glided her fingers down the sleeping body of her husband, tracing across his stomach and around his belly button, and searching through the hairs of his groin until she gasped.

  She wrapped her fingers around the rock hard cock of her husband with a wonder that flashed across her face, and gently she started to stroke him. Her head snapped back towards the sleeping face of Harold, watching as he slowly started to stir, moaning softly in his sleep as his hips lifted into her hand.

  “Harold!” she couldn’t help but squeal with excitement, which in turn, jolted Harold awake.

  He looked to his wife, and as the fog of sleep slowly lifted from his brain, he realized the look of shock and happiness on her face, and soon begun to feel the gentle stroking of her hand up and down his cock.

  “Oh, baby…” he cooed, closing his eyes as his hips thrust up as her hand stroked down against him.

  Suddenly snapping awake, he reached down and grabbed her hand, stopping her from touching him further. “Wait!” he panted, looking back to his wife with wide green eyes.

  “What’s wrong baby? This is excellent news! Where did this come from?”

  There were so many questions that she wanted to ask and so many answers she needed to hear that she could barely contain herself.

  “Let’s not waste the moment, I don’t know how strong it will be,” he chuckled, entertained at his wife’s excitement and wonder. “I’ve been trying out a new herbal medicine for a few months that my Doctor cleared me to try.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me!” she sat up next to him, almost hurt that she hadn’t been privy to this piece of information that Harold had been hiding from her.

  “I didn’t want to disappoint you… again,” he reached up, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb as he smiled at her. The last thing he wanted to do was get her hopes up and then devastate her all over again.

  He already felt like less of a man letting another man fuck his wife, and do it in front of him. He didn’t want to give her hope and then have to let her find out that the treatment wasn’t working.

  “But.. can we… can we try?” she was nervous, biting her lower lip as she squirmed on the bed.

  Harold chuckled, nodding his head as he pulled back the sheets off of them both, and got up on his hands and knees. Lisa instinctively moved to the center of the bed, and laid down underneath him, spreading her legs so that he could position himself on top of her.

  Harold leaned down, kissing his wife’s stomach and nipping at her belly button as she jumped and squirmed beneath her. He traced one of his hands up along the inside of her thigh and used his two fingers to part her sex as his tongue traced down towards her clit.

  “No baby… please, just fuck me, I’m begging you!” She lifted his chin up and away from her sex, looking at his with those pleading blue eyes. “I want to feel you inside me again.”

  There was a clear definition around the word ‘you’ that caused Harold to exhale quickly, feeling a shiver run down his spine in anticipation. Knowing that she still wanted him in that manner was enough to almost drive Harold over the edge. He had to be careful, though, he wasn’t sure if he would last a single thrust, or last fifty. He prayed for the later.

  Without any further delay, Harold slowly pressed his hips forward, closing his eyes as he felt the tip of his cock press against the welcoming wetness of her entrance. With a deep groan, he pushed himself inside her, feeling the velvet softness of her wrapping around his cock.

  For a moment, he held himself deep inside her, relishing in the feeling of being deep inside her after so many months of being unable to. It was like he was lifted to another plane of existence, to another realm of emotion and feeling that he had long forgotten.

  With the buck of his wife’s hips against him, he pulled himself back into reality for just a moment and slowly pulled back before thrusting into her. His cock held steady, still strong, still keeping hold of a raging hard on and not letting him, or his wife, down.

  Harold soon lost himself in the moment, finding a solid rhythm as he thrust against his wife, feeling her fingers dig into his shoulders and her thighs wrap around his hips. He had missed this, every piece of it. The feeling of her beneath him, her fingers digging into his skin, the silken softness of her wrapped around his cock as he thrust into her - every moment of ecstasy drove him closer and closer to his release. It was high time that Harold claimed his wife as his own one again.

  He could feel the fluttering of his wife’s thighs against his hips, and with each stroke, the shaking intensified and drove him over the edge.

  “Oh fuck… Lisa!” He cried out her name, a simple yet satisfying action that only strengthened his orgasm as he thrust into her one final time. As he felt his own release wash over him, Lisa arched her back and clawed at his back as the shaking of her thighs stopped, signifying her own release.

  “Harold!” Her scream intertwined with his own moans, and just a moment after, they both collapsed into each other's arms.

  Harold rolled off his wife, and just as quickly, Lisa was pressed against him tightly and nuzzling into his neck. The pair remained silent, only the sound of their ragged breathing could be heard as they both tried to catch their breath.

  Lisa was simply glowing in that moment, and as Harold turned to look into those stunning blue eyes, he smiled. He had finally claimed his wife back and had finally made her his once again. He couldn’t have felt more like a man, and finally felt as if he was gaining his life back, and of course, his love life.

  She smiled back at him, stroking her fingers across his chest as she started to giggle.

  “What’s so funny my love?” he asked, looking at her with a quizzical look.

  “I was just wondering who would have the pleasure of telling Bert to fuck off, you or me?”

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