Nell Gets Naughty: A Hotwife Fantasy by Jason Lenov

Author:Jason Lenov [Lenov, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thriteenth Line Publications
Published: 2021-04-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I spent way more time thinking about that interaction than working the rest of the week. Nell’s sexual appetite became insatiable. She’d wake me up with a blowjob and put me to bed by riding me cowgirl, having orgasm after orgasm straddling me. I was in heaven.

But even with all that the moment she was out the door I had a tab open to PornHut. I’d start wading through through a sea of interracial videos searching for women that looked like Nell getting fucked by guys who looked like Cyril. I missed a deadline and nearly lost a client. By the time Saturday rolled around my dick was raw and I swore I wasn’t going to touch it by myself again until I managed to get some lube.

Another weird thing happened. I started getting all…fuck, I don’t know, needy and like caring about what Nell thought of me. And when I was around her I’d get this, like, achey feeling around my heart like I just wanted to tell her about my feelings and stuff.

I’d shower and put on fresh clothes right before she came home from work. I bought a fresh stick of deodorant and dug out some jeans and button-up shirts from when I had an office gig and wore those instead of sweats and T’s.

I’m not even sure if Nell noticed but she did seem to be smiling a lot more when she was at home. She changed, too. Started wearing more makeup. Friday afternoon she came home with a bag of clothes from Le Chat Humide, a little boutique shop downtown she sometimes went to but never spent any money at.

That was a little surprising. She’d always been frugal. You kind of have to be when you’re a musician. That shop wasn’t cheap, either and the bag looked full of stuff. When I asked her what she’d bought she flashed a sly smile and said I’d have to wait until the next day to see.

The real surprise came Saturday afternoon after she’d taken a shower.

My jaw fell as she came strutting down the stairs. Maybe strutting’s not the right word. She sort of floated down but with a lilt in her step. She was wearing a red dress with little white polka dots, strappy little heels that lifted her ass and gave her the most incredible shape. She had red lipstick that matched the colour of her dress and she’d done her hair. Most of it was spilling over one shoulder with just a bit left on the side to frame her face.

I’d never seen anything like it in my life. I looked down at the jeans and white button-up shirt I’d put on to go over to Cyril and Evie’s and felt a little ashamed. I stood up off the couch as she sailed into the living room. “Holy shit, Nell,” I said, unable to stop gawking at her. “You look…amazing.”

She walked up to me and ran her fingers down the front of my shirt.

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