The Other Man (West Coast Hotwifing) by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully

of her pussy. Then her body quivered, shook, and she cried out. Twisting, she tried to wriggle away, but he held her hips down, went at her, forced her to ride the wave until it crested and cascaded down over her.
    “Oh. My. God,” she finally whispered, eyes closed, body collapsed, boneless.
    “Call him and tell him how good I am.”
    She laughed without cracking a lid. “What, you need your ego stroked?”
    At the mention, he stroked his cock, already hard, dripping with pre-come. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make him crazy.” Whatever it took to make her crazy.
    “I’ll call him when you’re inside me. When you’re shooting the video. So that when he watches it, he’ll remember the things I was saying to him.”
    “Very kinky,” he said mildly. Shifting on the bed, he opened the side-table drawer, withdrew the lube and condoms he’d put away. Retrieving the camera, he set everything on the bed within easy reach. On his knees between her thighs, he pulled her legs over his. She opened her eyes to watch him as he stroked himself, his cock mere inches from her.
    “Oh my God, you’re never going to fit.”
    Though he was a bit above average, she was still pandering to his ego. He would definitely fit. “Stroke me,” he demanded.
    She cupped his balls in her palm and caressed him with a slow sensuous rhythm.
    “Good. Perfect. Yeah. Just like that.”
    With his eyes closed, he savored her touch and licked her taste from his lips. Then he reached for the condom box.
    Her help made the procedure more difficult, but the light touches were too sexy to stop. When they had the condom on, she held him in her fist and rubbed the tip of his cock against her.
    “Mmm,” she murmured. “That’s good. Turn on the video.”
    He focused and hit the record button, watching the small screen. “That’s totally hot.”
    There was just her hand, her pussy, his cock. Sexy beyond measure.
    “We need a little lube.” Opening the cap, she drizzled the head with liquid, spread it around his crown, on herself, too. “Now I need to call my husband. Don’t enter me till he answers.” She wiped her hand on her thigh, leaving a seductive streak of moisture.
    “Yes, ma’am,” he murmured as she picked up the phone and punched a button.
    “Hi, honey.” Her voice was pitched low and seductive.
    That was his signal. A hand on her hip, he nudged her entrance. Zoe guided his cock.
    “God, honey, that’s so good. He’s so big.” She arched as he breached her. “Yes, so good. I thought it would hurt, but I feel perfectly filled.” She fluttered her eyelashes at Spence for effect.
    On camera, she was spread wide, the length of his cock still visible, only his crown inside her. “Tell him he’s going to love this video.” He slid deeper, slowly, catching it all on the screen.
    “Ooh.” It was barely more than her breath.
    “Use your vibrator,” he told her.
    “Yes,” she said, “he wants the vibrator at the same time.” She patted the bed until she located the toy. Turning it on, she touched it to her clit and moaned.
    He eased deeper still, watching his cock fill her, then withdrew with equal slowness. The sight was mesmerizing on screen.
    “Oh my God.” She breathed heavily. “It’s never felt like that. It’s gotta be the vibrator.”
    It was his cock. It was her pussy. It was their desire. But he let her feed her husband the delusion. As he pulled out, the vibrator buzzed his cock. He shivered, it was so damn good, not just the toy, but her pussy’s grip on him, the unconscious flexing of her muscles around him.
    He began a slow, steady rhythm inside her, never going too deep but riding the slight bump of her G-spot as she circled her clit with the vibrator.
    “Baby, baby, baby,” she chanted, raising her knees, her feet in the air, legs quivering. “Good, oh God, so good.”
    He angled the camera up to take in her face, eyes closed, lips moving, breath puffing, her hair a dark mass across the pillow.