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  Lydia turned back to the job at hand, and started to stroke Tennyson’s semi-erect cock. She had managed to mater the technique, through much trial and error, and was soon pumping the shaft with deft strokes, using both hands, spitting on the shaft every now and then to add lubrication. So much surface area did produce a lot of friction.

  Soon she had her head down, sucking on the head as she pumped the cock. It had now grown to its full length, and Eric was amazed, leaning forward in his chair in order to get a better view.

  Lydia stood up, and, turning around, lowered herself down onto her lover’s face. Tennyson responded by grabbing her hips, and was soon devouring her pussy, his greedy wet laps filling Eric with a mixture of lust and envy. Lydia was now busying herself with attempting to give the black python in her hands a blow job, a trick she was still unable to perform successfully. She was only able to take about two inches of the cock into her mouth, and although somewhat unsatisfying, the act did succeed in producing a lot of much needed saliva. Trails of her spit began during down Tennyson’s shaft, and at one point Lydia looked up at her husband, looking dead in the eye as her mouth was filled to stuffing by several inches of hard, black meat.

  “Sit on it,” came Eric’s voice, low and angry.

  “What’s that darling?” said Lydia, withdrawing the cock from her throat. “You want me to out this giant black cock into my pussy?”

  “Sit on it,” repeated Eric, steadily.

  “As you wish…”

  Lydia stood, and turning around, began to rub the head of Tennyson’s cock all over her well-licked vulva.

  “Mmmmmm…” she moaned, and started feeding the cock into her, inch by inch.

  From where Eric was sitting her could see the jet black shaft of Tennyson disappear slowly into Lydia’s beautiful smooth pussy. Tennyson had reached around with both hands, spreading her open to ease entry, and Eric was amazed at how his wife was able to do this.

  After several minutes of slow and gentle riding, Tennyson suddenly gripped Lydia by her waist, and flipped her onto her back. He pulled her legs apart wide, and began to fuck her in earnest, sliding his thick shaft about half way into her vagina with each thrust. Lydia began to squeal, and wincing, grabbed at her full breasts, pulling on her nipples aggressively.

  “Oh fuck… oh fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she screamed, over and over.

  “Is this what you wanted to see, huh Eric? You sad fuck,” panted Tennyson, not looking up. “You like watching my big black cock pound away at your wife huh?”

  Lydia was somewhat taken aback by Tennyson’s taking charge. She had thought she would be driving the evening, and worried how her husband would be taking this abuse. She craned her head backward to look at Eric, and saw to her surprise that he had his penis out, and was busy stroking himself, his hand moving so rapidly it seemed like a blur.

  All of a sudden Lydia felt her body being slid forward, off the edge of the bed. Tennyson had his arms around her waist, and guided her to the floor, his cock still edged firmly inside her. He was now standing above her, holding her legs and pile-driving his cock deep into her. She reached down and began to rub her clit furiously, her hand working almost as fast as her husband’s.

  Before long a familiar pressure began to build up in her stomach, and she began to moan, a low and guttural sound like someone caught in a trance.

  “Oh fuck baby,” she cried out, “you’re gonna make it happen again!”

  “Good, I want you to cum for me, cum all over my cock you horny bitch!” said Tennyson, his eyes filled with a fire Lydia hadn’t seen before.

  The exploding feeling of an orgasm unlike anything she had experienced before suddenly erupted in her loins, and seconds later it ripped through her body. Liquid began to pour out of her reddened vagina, and Tennyson quickly pulled his cock out in order to see better for himself what was happening. Lydia rubbed her clit with unrestrained vigor, and her eyes began to roll back as her body simple experienced the electricity flowing through it. Tennyson rammed his cock back into Lydia’s quivering opening, and Lydia began to cum again. She was screaming now, simultaneously wanting the sensation to end and keep going.

  Tennyson pulled his cock out one last time, and using his hand, guided a monstrous gush of sperm over Lydia’s chest. He stroked his cock slowly, his body jerking, and let several thick ropes of cum fly, their destination being Lydia’s enraptured face. She opened her mouth, and began slurping hungrily, her tongue running around her mouth to savor as much of the spunk as she could.

  Tennyson fell back on to the bed, collapsing in a sweaty mess. Lydia writhed on the floor, running her hands over her belly and breasts, rubbing the cum into her flesh with obvious delight. Then two feet appeared next to her head, and looking up, she saw her husband, his hand still moving up and down his erection. She realized what was about to happen, and before she had time to react three short bursts of sperm fell through the air, landing square on her forehead.

  Eric sat back onto the divan, his stubby erection still poking through his trousers, a thick pearl of cum dribbling slowly onto his fly.

  “Well,” he said, looking at the man on his bed, “I suppose I should say thank you.”

  Lydia closed her eyes, not knowing who her husband was talking to.

  Watching My Hot Wife - Joining the Club

  Book 1 of Watching my Hot Wife – Joining the Club

  By Lainey Fox

  Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing

  1

  "Hey" Terra whispered over the phone. "When will you be home, I miss you."

  She buried her face in the palm of her left hand while she pressed the phone to her ear with her right as she listened to what the receiver had to say.

  "Ok. See you Sunday," with that, she hung up.

  Andrew was never home, he always had business to attend to. Terra felt all alone in her husband's mansion. It was that time of the month when her hormones were at their roughest. She needed him home as soon as possible. She heard the sound of a van parking in her front yard. Could it be Andrew she wondered as she let hope roam free for a bit. The sound of children squealing as the ran towards her door caused her to drag lady hope by her hair and lock her chain back in place. It was her friend Jane with her two kids. Terra forced a smile to her face as she opened the door on the fourth ring.

  "Terra!" The oldest child screamed as she grabbed at Terra's feet.

  Terra bent a bit and scooped the child up into her arm.

  "Hey Amy" she said as she stroked the little girl's chubby cheeks.

  "I'm sorry, she's been very clingy of late," Jane said as she hugged her friend.

  Each of them carrying a child in hand, they headed into the house. Once the kids had been fed and sent off to play, Jane turned to her friend.

  "What's wrong Terra, you seem rather blue. Did you get into a phone fight with Andrew again?"

  Terra sighed. It was frustrating.

  "No I didn't. I called to know when he gets back. It's that time of the month again and he said he was busy. He would try to make it by Sunday." Terra pressed her palm to her forehead for the umpteenth time that day. "You know what he means when he says Sunday right?"

  "Of course, it means he doesn't know when he will be back." Jane squeezed her friend's palm in the semblance of comfort. "It will get better you know?"

  "I don't know that Jane, he picks his job over me every time and he won't even tell me where he is!"

  Jane was running out of things to say to cheer Terra up, who was she to cheer her up anyways? Her husband was almost always away too.

  "Hey! You could talk to Locke about it. He is a man and he probably understands how these things work and he's your brother in-law too, they should think alike, I guess."

  "Locke is always busy, he always has female visitors. I wouldn't know when to go talk to him."

  "Just give it a try, ok?" To which Terra nodded in consent.

  "What about you? Have you heard from Adrian?"

>   Jane laughed sarcastically. "Please, let's not even discuss that. We wouldn't want to sound like depressed housewives."

  Terra nodded in agreement as she munched on a cookie. There was so much to do than discussing their lack of sexual gratification. Suddenly, Terra's eyes lit up.

  "I have some new movies, we can order pizza and I have got poker and beer too. You pick!"

  "We can't do beer, I have the kids to take home you know."

  "Fine. We will have movies and pizza."

  That night had Terra tossing and turning furiously as her hormones gnawed at her insides. She felt worse than an animal in heat. Her body clamored for release, it had been starved for too long. She opted to taking a cold bath, it always helped in the past. Minutes later she was immersed up to neck level in the tub. It offered her relief which to her demise was temporal. As soon as her body adjusted to the water's temperature, it began its incessant nagging again.

  Terra got out of the tub, a tad annoyed. She dried up, dressed and headed for the kitchen. Cooking had always distracted her from bothersome matters. She crossed her fingers in desperate hope that it would work this time as always. Some bacons, a jug of steaming coffee and a pot of spaghetti later, Terra was still edgy. She was also in no mood to eat what she had prepared. She made a mental note to take the food out to her neighbors.

  A sound from the farther end of the mansion caught her attention. It was coming from Locke's room.

  ‘Is he up at 3am?’ She wondered.

  It was probably one of his night stands again. What she would give for a night in the romp with her husband. She wondered what they were doing.

  "No! It's not your concern " she scolded herself.

  But curiosity got the better of her as she found herself tip-toeing to his side of the building. She paused at the door and presses her ear to it. No sound. She scooted closer and waited a bit more. Still, no sound. She thought of knocking on the door. He could be in danger she said to herself. He could have stumbled upon a fallen pillow and hit his head on the bed post and lost consciousness! That kind of thing still happens right?

  Winning the battle over her mind, she knocked on the door. No answer came. She became panicky and turned the knob to the door, it gave it with ease. She peeped in and was welcomed with darkness.

  "Locke?" She whispered.

  Immediately she stepped in, the light turned on and there stood Locke in his birthday suit. His semi-erect member shamelessly pronounced. He was dripping wet, he had just had a bath. Little wonder he couldn't hear her. She would have spanked herself if she wasn't too busy staring like a teenage standing before her first ever penis.

  "Terra, are you okay?" Came the voice of Locke laced with a hint of worry in it.

  She blinked back to consciousness and was about speaking when she noticed the naked figure laying splayed out in his bed. Her firm round behind slightly protruded in the air, an invitation no doubt. But for the faint snore she emitted, Terra would bet that the lady was awake. Terra blushed furiously as she pressed both palms to her face and turned round.

  "I am sorry, I just thought you.....you were.." She stammered "Nevermind, I am really sorry."

  She concluded as she hurried out of the room with all the clumsiness she could afford. She took the flight of stairs that lead up to her room in a trance-like state. He was so much bigger than Andrew and he was only mildly erect. She would bet her favorite heels on the fact that Locke had fucked the pretty lady on his bed till she was unconscious.

  Terra laid on her bed and fantasized about Locke's member ramming into her already soaking core. Soon, she fell into a slumber tortured with the images of her brother-in-law bringing her aching body to a much needed orgasm.

  2

  Steve moved around the stalls of his boutique in his signature catwalk, exchanging pleasantries with his customers as he walked by. Terra smiled as she entered the boutique. Steve was just adorable. He was six foot tall, looking at his feet, her smiled broadened. Make it 7 and a half today. He was on heels again. She had absolutely no fancy for the homosexual community until she met Steve. He had won her heart with his vast knowledge of things and his ability to view issues from different angles. He understood her without judgment. He was her walking "All seeing eye". He also gave her the best prices for whatever she bought.

  "But not today," she said to herself.

  One of the benefits of having a rich husband was being able to spend without a care in the world. Today, she hoped to dent his account. It was the best form of vengeance she could cook up.

  At the sight of her, Steve crossed the aisle with a smile plastered upon his handsome face. His 5 inch heels clacking away on the tiled surface. Only her Steve could dress so shamelessly in public. She offered him a hug which he enthusiastically accepted and placed a kiss on both cheeks.

  "You look fabulous" he said as he ushered her to the VIP section.

  He sat her down and went about gathering wares for her. He talked while he performed the task, obviously unable to contain his excitement for his collection in wares.

  "You would not believe the latest designs I have collected. There are like only three of each in the country and I am letting you have one of each!"

  For each one he placed on her laps she gave a once over and said, "Great! I will take it."

  On the fourth repetition of the sentence, Steve pulled out a seat and sat, eyes locked in hers.

  "Terra?" He asked.

  "Oh Steve! It's nothing really," she said.

  "I haven't asked you any questions yet."

  "What? Are you now a psychiatrist?" She said as she rolled her eyes

  Leaning closer he asked "Do you need a psychiatrist?"

  She sighed. Why did he always have to be a smart ass all the time? She knew stalling with Steve was a lost cause and so she gave in and decided to fill him in. Her phone call with Andrew being her starting point. Steve listened quietly through it all, his brows furrowed in thought. After a while, he cleared his throat and asked.

  "Well do you want to shag him?"

  "What!" Terra screamed in disbelief.

  "You know, allowing him put his penis into your vagina," he drawled like he was trying to explain the act of sex to a 10 year old.

  The sarcasm did not elude her as she rolled her eyes in response.

  "I got it the first time. It is just not proper."

  "Proper?" He snorted. "Well you didn't think of that when you raped him in your head and in your dreams too. Look babe, you are already set for hell as it is. So I suggest you enjoy the ride."

  He stood up and busied himself again, this time quietly focused on finding something.

  "That's it? That's all you re going to say to me? That I am going to hell?" She threw her hands up in exasperation.

  "Aha!" He said as he brought out different colors of lingerie.

  "What are you doing?" She asked.

  Ignoring her, he placed each one above her breast level for a while and studied it before switching to another color. He stopped at the red colored one and smiled.

  "This is the perfect fit! It contrasts your black hair color, all that is left is a lot of red on your lips! When next you are alone with him, wear this. And all the voodoo in the world won't be able to keep him off you!"

  Once all the wares were bagged and she was set to leave, he spun her around.

  "If his member is as big as you say, do not hesitate to fuck it! What's the worst that could happen? Pregnancy? It would just be one of those cases of a child looking like his uncle. Who is to say your husband is not cheating on you this instant? Anyways, if you cannot handle it, do send him over to me. Lord knows I need me some hunk to help me through my break-up."

  Terra smiled and kissed her friend goodbye. She refused the discount he offered.

  She parked by Ellen's place a few blocks further. She felt weird for what she was about to purchase, she didn't want people looking at her like she was crazy. She dilly-dallied at the store for minutes on end before she picke
d up a few beverages she knew she was not going to need anytime soon. She stood eyeing the stall just opposite of her, it had just what she wanted. So close, yet so far! She wished for the speed of the flash to just grab a dildo, pay at the counter and dash home within seconds!

  "Do you need help getting one?" Came a voice that startled a gasp out of her.

  She turned around a little too quickly and collided with the man.

  "Omph" she complained as her forehead hit his rock solid chest.