Lori 2 Becoming a Hotwife

Lori tugged her business jacket tight and tried to hail a cab, looking wildly around. There were only scattered businessmen out on lunch and street vendors out at lunch hawking their wares. She ducked in to a restaurant and walked quickly into the ladies room, wanting to get made up so that she could get back to work, to regain her safety and calm down. She cleaned herself up best as could be done and applied fresh makeup and lip gloss and then heaved a sigh of relief and stepped out. She again started to walk back towards the business center. Riding the elevator she kept her eyes averted, not wanting to breach any contact with anyone until she could get to her office. As she stepped into the foyer, her assistant handed her a post it. Jim had called, the message, “Urgent. Come home.” Lori called and tried his cell phone but there was no answer. She pushed back her hair and let her assistant know that she was going home for the afternoon and that if anything urgent came up to call her there. She put on one of her long coats she kept in the office closet and went down to parking and climbed into her BMW.

Twenty minutes later she pulled in the driveway and saw Jim’s Land Rover and breathed a sigh of relief, at least she was home and where he knew what was going on. She was going to tell him, that she thought this had gotten out of hand and that she had rethought what she was doing was too risky and that maybe they should just get counseling and forget about all this hot wife stuff, they could go back the way they were, find what they had before. She looked at her face in the rear view after she pulled in and parked and made sure to smile as she got out and started up the driveway. The images of getting face fucked in the bathroom and of the men watching and stroking off outside the door flooded her mind as she went in the front door, uncertain how much she was going to tell Jim. She called out to him as she set her things down in the foyer, and then went around to the sound of his voice in the living room. She was startled by the sight there before her. Jim was sitting in his boxers on the couch, his hands kept flat under his ass. A lank tall man in a elegant charcoal suit was sitting across from him, his jaw set hard and his mouth cooked slightly as he looked at her reaction, his legs crossed and his eyes were bemused by her stopping short coming up into the living room. He looked Germanic, a hard edge to his demeanor, but he was well kept.

“Come in and join the party.” His voice was firm and controlled and measured as she knew against any doubt that this was him, the man that she ached for and wanted so badly, his perverse words and taunting degenerate statements now here before her and Jim a mere spectator to their first meeting. Her mouth went dry and she couldn’t speak. She only ventured into the room cautiously. She kept her smile up, her glossy lips radiating her confidence she had only moments ago, but she hardly felt it. He lapped at the seat next to him, motioning where she was to sit. She came closer but continued looked at Jim’s eyes. She slowly sat alongside him but he did not look at her, only looked at Jim. As she settled in beside him, his palm ran along her thigh to her knee, casually squeezing and then letting up, gliding back and forth, feeling her skin only. “Jim tells me that you liked the outfit and the extras that came with it. That you looked wonderful in it, and that you made a show of it. Is that right?” Lori only nodded her head up and down, still keeping her eyes on Jim. “I am glad that you liked dressing up, shows you like to please.”

Lori cast a glance at his profile and it was strong, a hard jaw, straight white teeth, his nose straight and his lips pursed but playfully wistful as he again ran his hand along her other leg, crossed over one another. Lori kept grasping at something to say but it seemed no words came to her. She only stayed and let him feel her legs, the touch warm and intimate. Jim had no expression at all, just watching and waiting. His hand then moved in between her legs and she was forced to uncross them to make room and she opened them so that she sat parted on the seat next to him. “Did you like your lunch today Lori, you did put on quite a show there as well.” Lori slumped now, knowing that he had seen it and had probably been there and just as probably had told Jim about it. She turned and looked at his profile but nothing registered, he wasn’t one of the anonymous faces stroking off in the arcade, unless he was maybe one of the wall cocks and she suddenly started to say something but he said quickly, “No, I wasn’t behind one of the walls.” He laughed cynically. He let his hand further explore along her leg, up and then over to her other thigh, careful to just slightly brush the edge of his palm along to where her thighs and cunt met, curving down and then back along her expanse of taut thighs. He only slightly tugged at her legs to spread wider as she listened to him as he continued to speak. He was silent for a time and then said looking over at Jim. “Lori, get up and go over to Jim and play with him, your hands first and then just your mouth; show him that you love him, go on.” He yanked forward on her leg and Lori took that to get up, but he held her leg and again yanked it forward. “No crawl over there. I want to see your holes as you make your way to him, see how they open up with your movements.” She had no thought on the request and slithered down and propped on all fours on the carpet, certain that her skirt was high enough that he could see her pussy bulge between her thighs and her asshole coming open as she crawled towards Jim. Lori’s mind had gone numb since walking in the room and she only followed whatever it was he said. She felt herself start to wet up and she feared looking over her shoulder back at him sitting behind her.

Lori moved until she was up in Jim’s lap, Jim’s cock obviously hard in his boxers, his hands still held beneath his ass and breathing hard as she let her mouth kiss and move over his stomach and then his chest to his nipples and then the underside of his neck, the way she use to when they were first married. She let her tits caress his chest as she worked up to his lips and kissed and licked at his mouth, still rubbing against him. She let her hair tease over his face and his chest and down his stomach. She then moved back to his neck and licked his ear and his shoulder, then moving her hand over the bulge in his boxers and his waist until his cock was totally hard and edging from the slit in his boxer shorts. At that she romantically and aggressively rubbed her face over him as her hand pulled him fully out and stroked his prick in a gentle jacking motion. Under her breath she murmured how she wanted it, wanted Jim to let her suck him in her mouth, how she craved to have Jim pump his seed on her tongue like old times, how she loved and missed Jim ravishing her the way he use to, how when he was so hot for her. Lori let her hands stroke up along his sides, over his chest and up around Jim’s neck and entwined them behind his neck and then descended down with her tongue and mouth onto his cock and started to fuck his small shaft with her mouth and tongue, spitting on Jim’s dick and swirling it in her mouth as she moaned up and down with her head on him pumping up into her oral cavity. She smelled Jim’s need and lust as he thrust into her lips; she arched her back farther down so her mouth increased the pressure of Jim probing up harder into her proffered mouth, her lips tightening to give Jim more friction on his anxious cock head. The more he jammed into her mouth, the more she moaned and urged Jim on to give her his cum. She had not long to wait, Jim tensed and then, she tasted his jizz flowing out onto her tongue and teeth, the slimy scud trails leaking through her mouth as she ground her mouth completely down Jim, her nose buried into his stomach as she smelled and savored the cock juice Jim had given her. Jim leaned way back in posture, captive.

Lori sensed rather than saw him and he pulled her up quickly by a fierce grip on her elbow. “There, get up fuck mouth, get up and go upstairs.” Lori was blinded by the reference but she got up and as she stood next to him, he ripped her blouse open and shoved down her bra so that her tits were trapped out, shoved up to him and he unzipped her skirt roughly, pushing it down her legs. Her eyes looked wildly as he propelled her by her elbow. “Now!” He pushed her away and she scrambled to maneuver the stairs up toward her bedroom. “You know what to do.”

Behind her as she climbed the stairs, she heard him addressing Jim, “I hope you enjoyed that you wimp, it’s the last time you’ll have your wife again, unless I say so, and that won’t be anytime soon.” Jim winced back, expecting something more, but then, simply nodded his head at the stranger in front of him.

Lori stripped off her blouse, bra and heels and went to the closet, pulling all the things down onto the bed and went to the bathroom, leaving the door open, giving access. It was done now, she thought, if I was going to back out it was not what Jim wanted and now she saw that it was what she had agreed to. The shaving, the lipstick on her pussy lips, the exhibition at the stores, the performance at the porn shop, the nasty filthy conversations between emails; it was leading to this and now that it came she knew that there was no going back. That performance with Jim downstairs, it was more for him than Jim, she hadn’t known what it would become but as soon as he asked she crawl to Jim she started calculating how to get Jim off, to blast his load in her mouth so that he could see it. She coaxed and said the right words, teased her husband with old memories, so that he’d want to believe that she was aching to relive those old times, he knew the buttons to push emotionally. Jim would love anything and the chance to use Lori’s throat and mouth again were evident in his eyes as she crawled to him. The rest was play acting, but the fact was there, she wanted it hard and real and right now he was here to make sure that was going to happen.

Lori flushed as she stepped in her shower and washed, cleaning her holes and getting them ready for soiling for him. She enjoyed being able to stick her fingers in her ass and cunt and getting them purified for him, washing them out so that he could defile them with his own branding. She dried up with a thick towel and went to the bed, not hearing anything downstairs. She pulled the dress and shoes, waist chain and took them to the bathroom and began to prepare herself. She did her face up and her hair, her eyes, lilting and beckoning; and then reached to again shave her bald opening bare. Applying gloss to her mouth she then snatched her short hem aside and coated her cunt lips with her lipstick, making it shimmer as she spread it out on her bulge so that it was hued rather than an obscene twat line along her lips. She put crème on her skin, perfumed and silken, so that she shined in the bathroom light. At last she put on the beaded diamonded collar and snapped the mask around her neck, letting it hang loose for now. Her earrings glittered on her ears, catching the light and casting off shards of light sparks. She looked perfect; perfect for fucking, perfect for use and submission. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that she was, in her thoughts, her appearance and availability, ready to let this happen, wanted it and now waited poised to commit to it. Her hesitations from earlier were seeping away and her fantasy of being a used hole and cunt took back her instinctual needs, she wiped away the thought of being again Jim’s housewife, dutiful and compliant, her soaked up cunt and hard tits were what motivated her sense of herself, her packaged body and beauty were what she ached to offer up.