The Crush: A Hotwife Novel Page 21

  Shit! It was all too much for me. Abby was crying out underneath me, letting out little gasps, and I felt the shuddering beginnings of her orgasm. That combined with the intensity of my feelings, with the way I’d been in bringing myself close to the edge up in the attic, finally sent me over. Every muscle in my body tensed. I felt that intense heat transferring down to my cock and then exploding out of me and into my wife. Into her gorgeous petite and oh so hot body.

  She was all mine, all mine, and yet the only thought that filled my head was her with another man. Giving herself to another completely in a way that she’d only shared herself with me. And it was such a turn on. It was so fucking hot imagining I was some other guy with her petite body under me, with her tits bouncing underneath me, with my cock exploding inside her.

  The last time we fucked I’d only allowed myself to partially lose myself in this fantasy. I’d been moving in and out of her in the present, the past, and the potential future at this reunion. Moving in and out of the reality of being on top of my wife and the fantasy of being him and doing the same thing.

  Only this time I allowed myself to lose myself completely. This time I gave myself over to the fantasy entirely. I looked down at my wife and I was looking at her through his eyes. I was staring at the beautiful woman who I’d dreamed about for so long. The one who’d gotten away. She was my world, and I couldn’t believe I was finally getting the opportunity to fuck her after so many years of fantasizing. I was seeing her completely through the perverted lens of her old boyfriend plowing in and out of her pussy, feeling her slamming up and down on my cock, and the feeling was incredible. The fantasy made it so much more intense.

  I let out a roar as blast after blast of my cum exploded inside her. I felt myself emptying my essence into the depths of my wife. Into her delicious wet and oh so slick pussy that was grasping for me, pulling me in more even as she wrapped her legs around me, threw her head back, and let out a quiet series of gasps that let me know she was going into overdrive.

  I collapsed, though I managed to collapse to one side rather than on top of her. I looked down at her, at her disheveled hair, at the way her gorgeous dress was bunched up around her pussy and ass, the way it had fell down below her tits so easily. She looked like a hot mess, and she was so fucking gorgeous.

  And even now I wasn’t free of the fantasy. Even now it was taking hold. Even now it was taking firm control of me through a primal raw desire I hadn’t even realized existed before. As I looked down at her I found myself imagining what she’d look like if it was another guy who just fucked her. If I came into a hotel room, say, and found her lying back on her bed like that smiling at me the way she was smiling right now, knowing she just had another man inside her. Knowing she’d just performed the ultimate forbidden fantasy.

  I could feel my cock stirring and growing hard already. Which surprised me. That almost never happened. Her eyes followed mine down to my cock and she giggled.

  “Damn! This dress must really be doing it for you!” she said.

  “Something like that,” I said.

  This time I pulled her on top of me. I was ready for round two. She squealed in delight and then purred as her pussy sank down on my cock. As I imagined that I was him looking up at her with her pussy sinking down on my cock. Looking at her tits bouncing up and down.

  And it seemed like she was ready to take up right where she’d left off. I knew she always liked it when she could be on top, when she could take control. I groaned as she bounced up and down on me, and to my surprise I realized that I was so fucking close again. I hadn’t gotten hard that quickly in forever, and I definitely hadn’t been ready to come this quickly during round two in even longer.

  “Fuck I’m close!” I said.

  Her eyes widened. “Really?”

  Only that seemed to encourage her to new levels of depravity. She bounced up and down like a mad woman. She threw her head back and tossed her silky hair from side to side as her petite tits bounced up and down over and over again while she rode my cock. Her pussy squeezed me in an oh so wonderful and distracting way and I grabbed of her hips, held them in a white knuckled grip as I pulled her down one last time and started exploding once more.

  And this time she exploded with me, only it was so much more intense than before. Before she just let out quiet gasps, but this time she was screaming like a woman possessed.

  Abby threw her head back and thrust her tits up towards the ceiling one last time as she let out gasps and screams that mixed together with my groans as I held her down on my cock. As her ass and pussy grinded against my body.

  And then it was over a second time. Only this time she was the one doing the collapsing, which I was more than happy to accommodate. The silky smoothness of her dress mixed with the silky smoothness of her skin, of her tits, in a symphony of touch and sensation that drove me wild even considering I’d just blown my load inside her twice.

  “That was fucking amazing,” I said as I ran a hand through her hair.

  “Fuck yeah it was!”

  I was still buried inside my wife, still had my cock lodged in her delicious wet velvety folds, and once more I felt my cock stirring. I couldn’t believe it. She realized what was going on as she pulled her head up from my chest. Looked me in the eyes and smiled.

  “Holy shit. Again?”

  I grinned and moved my hands down to grip her hips. It looked like we were having round three for the first time in years.

  What a hell of a fantasy! I couldn’t wait for her reunion.

  5: Homecoming

  It really hit home every time we visited. Abby’s hometown really was one of those tiny blink and you miss it one stoplight and a couple of stop signs towns in the middle of nowhere. Think cornfields everywhere, one school for the entire county, that whole thing. My understanding was there were actually a couple of small towns that fed into a centrally located school, but I’d never really paid all that much attention to it when Abby’s relatives started griping about it around the holidays. Those holidays were the only time we visited, and I was usually more interested in getting in and getting the hell back to the city as quickly as possible.

  Her hometown was a good hour drive from where we lived now, and the drive up was usually torture for me. That was no different now that we were making the drive up for her reunion instead of visiting family, though the torture was for a completely different set of reasons than usual.

  From the moment we left the house my stomach was clenched with a mixture of nervousness, fear, and arousal. Nervousness because we were finally going to her reunion after a month of silently fantasizing. She was finally going to see him. I wasn’t sure how they’d react to seeing each other for the first time in nearly a decade, though I had a suspicion from the way I’d seen her smiling when she thought I wasn’t looking.

  Those looks were also the source of the fear. I was nervous about the fantasy that had been dominating my life for the past month. I was nervous that it wouldn’t happen, and even more afraid that it might actually happen. And that dovetailed nicely with the third emotion that was nearly making me sick to my stomach.

  Arousal. I was surprised Abby didn’t notice the way my cock was straining out for nearly the entire ride up. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it is to make a long car trip when your cock is straining against your pants the entire way? It was so bad that I briefly considered asking her to help me out, but that would bring up more questions than I wanted to answer right now.

  Conversation. That was the ticket. I needed to distract myself with some conversation.

  “So what are you looking forward to the most at your reunion?”

  Damn it. I was trying to distract myself from thinking of her and this David guy at the reunion and here the first question I asked her is something that of course is going to naturally lead to him! What was I thinking?

  I had a pretty good idea that I wasn’t thinking. I had more than a sneaking suspicion that my cock and this impossible
fantasy had taken control of my subconscious completely and that’s where that question came from.

  “Oh I don’t know,” Abby said. “It’ll just be nice to see everybody. To see how they’ve been doing over the last decade.”

  “Are you sure that’s it? You pretty much keep up with everybody online anyways.”

  Damn it. Here I was again leading her towards him. Towards her old boyfriend. And yet I couldn’t stop. I had to try and figure out if she was at least thinking of him a little bit. I had to know if there was a chance of this fantasy being fulfilled. The fantasy that I dreaded and anticipated in equal measure.

  “Oh I don’t know,” she said. “I guess I do keep up with almost everybody.”

  Almost. So she was thinking of someone she didn’t keep up with online.

  “So there’s nobody you haven’t talked to in the last decade that you’re really looking forward to seeing?”

  Abby gave me a funny look and I wondered if I’d gone too far. I wondered if I’d tipped my hand. Only that funny look disappeared and was replaced by a smile. Was that a knowing smile?

  “I don’t know,” Abby said. “There might be a few people that I haven’t caught up with for one reason or another.”

  For one reason or another. Like she ended up meeting the love of her life and getting married when she went off to college and so there was no point in getting in touch with her old boyfriend from high school and dredging up old memories. That thought echoed in my head as my cock throbbed in time with the fantasies coursing through my body. I was on fire and I couldn’t let on a bit of it.

  “So does this mean we’re going to have to go to your reunion next year?” she asked.

  “What? What would give you that idea?” I asked.

  “You’re the one who suddenly seemed to think I needed to go to this,” she said. “I just wondered if maybe you were angling for getting me to your ten year reunion next year without any complaint. I know you’ve been acting weird lately and I figured that’s what was going on. I’d be fine with going.”

  I wanted to laugh with relief. So she’d noticed me acting weird, but she came to all the wrong conclusions. Which was fine with me. The truth was terrifying. I had a feeling that the truth would lead to a conversation I wasn’t ready to have with her.

  “We can think about that next year,” I said.

  There. Let her think that might be the reason I’d been acting weird. Lead her away from the truth.

  Yet as I thought about it, as I had nothing to occupy my mind other than our conversation and cornfields flying past us on the two-lane highway, I couldn’t deny there was some appeal to the idea of just letting her know what I was thinking. Letting her know what I’d been fantasizing about. Letting her know exactly why I was so excited at the idea of going to her reunion.

  I opened my mouth and almost said something. It almost came spilling out. I almost revealed the whole thing to her. The truth will set you free and all that good stuff. Only I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything. The consequences would be too severe if she took it badly.

  No, better to sit back and see what happened this weekend. At the very least I figured I could get a few good memories when she met up with him. Maybe a few fantasies to keep me going. Sure this had become an all-encompassing obsession for the past couple of weeks, but the line between fantasy and reality was still there. It was still very black and white. Nothing had happened yet and I had no indication that anything would happen when they finally met each other. Hell, there was a good chance he might not even be at the reunion. Strangely that thought comforted me and disappointed me at the same time.

  “What’s on your mind? You’re being awfully quiet,” Abby said.

  I looked over at her and reached out to squeeze her thigh. I smiled. “Just thinking about how beautiful you are.”

  Abby’s face lit up with a beautiful smile. God I loved it when she smiled like that. And it’s true, I was thinking about how beautiful she looked. So what if I left out the part about how I was thinking about how gorgeous she’d look splayed out on some bed with her old boyfriend in between her legs, his cock buried in her pussy as he rammed home inside her over and over again?

  What I said was mostly the truth. Mostly.

  “Thinking about how beautiful your wife’s going to look in that little black dress?”

  I nearly choked on my next words. She knew about that?

  “You knew about that?”

  Abby threw her head back and laughed. God she was beautiful when she laughed. She was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off plenty of leg and the curve of her ass. She had a tank top on up above that was more conservative than the stuff she usually wore, but it was still skintight which made it a-okay in my book. Her tits even bounced hypnotically as she laughed. As I very nearly lost control of the car watching her and imagining those tits bouncing with David’s eyes on her.

  Damn. Was there nothing that wouldn’t go back to that fantasy this weekend? I was starting to think it was something I was just going to have to live with.

  “You don’t think I’m an idiot, do you? I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at me. I noticed the way you acted when you saw me in those clothes. Hell, you were the one who told me to go ahead and get some sexy clothes for the reunion!”

  I grinned at her. “Guilty as charged, I guess.”

  Abby’s hand moved down and ran along my thigh, up and up until it closed around my cock. I closed my eyes and groaned as her delicate fingers wrapped around my dick. That was a feeling I’d never get tired of no matter how many years passed, no matter how long we’d been together, no matter how many times she did it.

  “My,” she said, her eyes widening. “You really are excited by that idea, aren’t you?”

  “You have no idea,” I gasped.

  Abby looked at me and she was suddenly serious. “What brought this on all of a sudden? You think most guys would be jealous of other guys checking out his wife.”

  I looked over to her and smiled my most winning smile. I hoped it would work on her. I hoped it would disarm the seriousness of the situation just a bit.

  “What can I say? You’re a beautiful woman, and seeing other guys checking you out just confirms that for me. Kind of turns me on too.”

  I was surprised at how amazing it felt confessing this to her, so surprised at how amazing it felt, at how light it made me feel as though a great weight was being lifted from me, that once again I almost considered telling her the whole thing. I almost opened my mouth and the let her know the full extent of my fantasy.

  I opened my mouth and once more the words almost formed on my lips. Once more I almost spit it out. I felt a rush to my head as though I was on the verge of losing consciousness. It was so intense, this feeling of almost revealing my forbidden fantasy to my wife.

  And then that rush faded. I closed my mouth. I didn’t say anything. I took the coward’s way out. I was ashamed, but more importantly I was still so afraid of how she’d react to the full extent of my fantasy that I didn’t dare say anything. She’d reacted positively so far, but I needed to take baby steps.

  Abby’s hand continued that delightful up-and-down motion along my cock. I nearly swerved off the road as her hands moved up to the edge of my pants and then her fingers pressed down inside my shorts. Her fingers brushed against the bare skin of my cock and wrapped around it moving up and down the length of my shaft.

  “Holy shit Abby!” I said.

  “Surprised?”

  “Pleasantly so.”

  “Are you thinking about your wife dressed up in her skimpy outfit for all the guys at the reunion?”

  If only she knew the extent of what I was thinking! But all I could get out was a strangled “yes!”

  “You naughty boy! I never would’ve figured that sort of thing would get you so turned on!”

  “You have no idea!”

  “You like thinking about them staring at me? Thinking about how much they’d like
to fuck me?”

  I wanted to tell her that all I could think about was how much I wanted to watch one of them fucking her. One of them in particular. Only again, there was that fear. That worry. I didn’t dare say anything even with her hand running up and down my cock.

  My cock started twitching in her hands and I let out a strangled gasp. Just as quickly as she’d put her hand down my pants she moved down and expertly placed a finger against the base of my cock to prevent me from blowing my load. I concentrated on the road in front of me, concentrated on keeping the car between the lines so there’d be no danger of me running off the road.

  “Naughty boy,” she said one final time. “You need to save this for the reunion.”

  “Do I?”

  Abby smiled. A thin secretive smile that said she was up to something, though I wasn’t sure what. I just always knew that when I saw that smile I was up for an adventure. Suddenly I was starting to really wonder about this reunion. I was starting to wonder exactly what was going to happen here. If we were on the same page and I just didn’t know it. It was almost enough to make me come in my pants, only her finger on the base of my cock prevented that from happening.

  “I love you Abby,” I said it.

  “I know,” she said.

  I smiled. That was one of our favorite jokes. Only suddenly in this moment as we were on our way to her reunion and who knows what it felt more important to me than ever before to make sure she knew that. To make sure we’d established that baseline. Sure, I figured she already knew, but I had to say it. Had to get it out there.

  I felt like we were on the edge of a world of new possibilities. I felt like this fantasy was taking control and I had no idea where it was going to take us. And it seemed like Abby might be into it just a little bit from the way she was acting, from the way she’d figured out exactly what I was trying to do with her skimpy outfits.

  I had a feeling we were in for one hell of a weekend.

  6: The Reunion

  “A high school gym? Seriously?”