My Wife is Dating Him: Hotwife Erotica

I saw her out the door, seething with barely suppressed anger.

None of my arguments had mattered. My carefully constructed case had been shredded before I had even offered it.

It was as if deciding to eat a burrito, I was like wrapping everything in a tortilla that was shredded with holes. It fell apart before I could lift it. And Alissa had trampled the remains to the point where I was trying to pick up bits and pieces and use them against her. And, of course, I had shredded my own tortilla.

I had sent her out in a skirt with no panties. In a blouse with no bra. I had sent her out sexy. Or helped, anyway. I had specifically helped her to be the most appealing to Sawyer as possible.

If she was going to cheat, why not go all the way? If she was going to destroy our marriage, why not just do it right?

Go out with a bang.

But…

I closed the door as she left…

And I was hard.

The fact irritated me to no end. Was my bride in white going out to sigh happily as another man fingered her? The rage that boiled within me was vehement and vicious. But my cock was equally hot and hard.

I had no bridge between the two. The angrier I was, the harder my cock.

I was helpless in my anger and hate.

I wanted the dark side. I wanted to force-choke this Sawyer until he was dead. I wanted my wife to come crawling at my feet begging for forgiveness I would never give. I wanted her wailing with regret and sobbing for the rest of her days until she threw herself off the highest lighthouse in Washington.

But then, I didn’t want her to die or jump from some high place. I wanted her to be with me.

I wanted all of her. It was my right.

Even if Sawyer ejaculating onto her face had been so hot that my cock was the hardest I ever remember.

Can’t admit that to any of my brothers. Wasn’t macho.

They would take me, beat me to death, and bury me in a shallow grave as an honor killing. Even my own brothers. No Lopez allowed what I was allowing. Lopez men kept a hard hand on their women. The men led; the women followed silently behind.

Maybe that’s what I got for marrying a Gringo woman. Mixed British-German Alissa was not the kind of wife a Lopez should have.

But…

I… loved her.

So pale and delicate and feminine – everything about her was soft. Her skin was silk. Her slender waist flared to feminine hips that looked incredible in her tiny shorts and skirts. Her gray eyes always looked at me with love and satisfaction. Our sex was fulfilling and hot.

And now my woman – my wife – was out on a date. She had let this former lover ejaculate on her face right in front of me.

Why had I been so hard seeing that? It just didn’t make sense. I wanted Sawyer to go away. I wanted Alissa to forget him, not desperately rush out on a date to ‘see where it goes.’

She said she loved me, but had I lost her?

I paced a little more at the door, knowing my previous plan was powerless against her. If I couldn’t stop her, then what was the use in trying? If she really wanted Sawyer and I couldn’t stop her, then maybe I should…

Just let her go.

An annulled marriage should be an easy thing.

Let him have her; he had already won.

No more arguing.

No more fights.

I didn’t want any of it.

I would sit her down and talk to her this very night when she got back. Let her know she was free to be with him. I would move out.

If she really loved this man, I would get out of the way.

What else was there to do?

I sat and waited on the couch, not even bothering with the TV. The very idea seemed so empty to turn it on and watch brainless entertainment.

What kind of entertainment was she getting?

Was his finger up her pussy even right now? That sweet pussy I had claimed and owned just five weeks before?

But Sawyer had been there first. Hundreds of times. He knew her pussy better than me and that aggravated me. Of course I had no chance against him.

I did not stew while I waited. I did not boil in my juices of anger. In fact, I felt no anger now that I had made the decision – just a dull acceptance and feeling of futility and failure.

She came into the apartment.

With him.

Alissa looked nervous.

I had been calm. I had planned on talking quietly with her and letting her know I was bowing out.

But Sawyer’s presence pushed me past that purpose. I was on my feet and moving towards him, determined to show him who was the boss of my wife.

I growled, ‘You motherfucker.’ My punch landed hard on his cheek and he went down in a satisfying crumple.

Alissa shouted, ‘No!’

I leaned over Sawyer. ‘Get up so I can hit you again.’ Victory flushed through my veins and I was ready for more.

He blinked at me and rubbed at his cheek. He slowly rolled over and got up.

I was ready when he turned.

Alissa tried grabbing my arm, but I shook her free and launched another stunning punch to Sawyer’s face.

But it never connected.

His arm came up, sinuous, and twisted around my slug. My world tilted and the next thing I knew, I was on my back as he knelt down next to me.

I didn’t feel any pain; he had just used some martial arts move or something to put me down. I started to get up but his hand on my chest stilled me.

He said, ‘I figure I owed you that punch.’ He rubbed at his cheek again. ‘But I’m not going to get into a fight with you and you won’t be hitting me again.’

I scowled at him. You let me punch you? Say what?

He rose and offered me his hand.

I slapped it away with a growl and got up.

He backed off a step and said, ‘I’ll go.’

Alissa clutched his arm. ‘Don’t go.’

‘I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t worry.’

She sighed with exasperation.

I stood and fumed.

But he was good to his word and left.

My wife was anguished. ‘Why did you have to hit him?’

‘Because he deserved it.’ I looked at her for a few seconds as I grabbed hold of my feelings again. ‘Look, Alissa, we have to talk—’

‘We’ve already been over all this—’

‘No, I mean talk. No fighting, no arguing. Sit.’

She looked at me suspiciously, but sat.

I faced her on the couch, one elbow up on the backrest. ‘I think the only real option is to let you have him.’

She looked hopeful. And happy.

It cemented my defeat. ‘I’ll pack up and move out—’

‘Why would you do that?’

‘So he can have you. He was there long before me and I’m the newcomer.’

She looked confused and laid a hand on my knee. ‘Why would you go? Where would you go?’

‘Stay with one of my brothers or something. Until I can get the marriage annulled.’

Now she looked hurt. ‘No… Why?’

‘So he can have you. He’s getting a divorce; that’s why he’s here.’

‘He doesn’t want to break up our marriage.’

‘But he wants you. He wants sex with you. You want to date him and there’s apparently nothing I can do about that. I’ll bow out.’

Her eyes were watering. ‘But… I don’t want you to leave.’

‘I can’t be a husband that just allows his wife to fuck other men—’

‘I don’t want to fuck other men.’

‘Except for Sawyer.’

‘Well, yes. I mean, no. It’s not fucking, it’s more than that.’

I sighed and looked down. ‘He fingered you again tonight?’

‘Um… yes.’

I nodded, closing my eyes. That was the wrong thing to do because the image of Sawyer’s proud cock pulsing streams of cum onto my wife’s beautiful face was instant. I hardened. ‘Was he… here tonight to… do things with you?’ I imagined his thick cock cumming again between her lips and onto her teeth.

She whispered, ‘Yes. But he wasn’t sure about you.’

His cum had landed in her hair and on her smooth cheek. ‘Do you… love him?’

She took a deep breath. ‘It’s difficult… In a way I do, yes. But it’s different than with you. I love you. With Sawyer, he was the center of my being for a year. Even though he was married, he became a part of me.’

I saw her mouth on his cock in my mind – while she looked at me.

‘It was fun and daring and dangerous to make love to him with his wife in the other room unknowing.’

I remembered her licking his cum off the wedding ring I had slipped on her finger. My cock hardened so painfully that I had to shift and adjust.

She looked at me curiously. ‘Are you getting turned on by this again?’

‘No,’ I lied. But the truth was, if my wife was going to be a cheap fucking slut, then I wanted to see Sawyer cum on her. I wanted to see his cock spit seed all over her face. I wanted his erection to ejaculate generous gushes of cum into her hair.

I wanted to see him hold her hand to his dick so his orgasm could coat her wedding ring.

I didn’t tell her that.

If the marriage was over, it should be over, not me lingering around to watch her slut herself for this guy.

I just shook my head.

She put both hands on my knee. ‘I love you, Enrique. Don’t leave.’

‘You love him more.’

She shook her head looking lost. ‘No, that’s not true—’

‘If he had divorced his wife before you met me… you’d be married to him right now.’

She pursed her lips. ‘Yes, probably. But he didn’t, and I met you. I fell in love with you—’

‘But now he’s free.’

‘And that’s why I need to see him. To see where all this goes.’

‘Divorce.’

‘No, I don’t want that. I mean to see where it goes with him – to see what might have been if he was free. It’s just dating.’

‘You can’t have us both. You have to choose.’

‘That’s not fair; he’s a part of me. Just like you are but in a different way. He’s making room for you.’

‘So I have to make room for this guy and let him fuck you because you think it’s fair?’

‘I was with him for a year.’

‘Yes, I know, hundreds of times. You don’t need to rub it in.’

‘That wasn’t what I’m trying to say when I say that. I’m trying to say he’s not some stranger. He’s not the neighbor kid. He’s not your brother or something. There’s nothing slutty about what I’m doing. He’s already been inside me hundreds of times. It’s not like it’s some big deal.’

‘It is to me.’

‘He’s a part of me,’ she said quietly. ‘I just need to see where it goes.’

‘So that’s it? I’m supposed to sit here and let you date him?’

‘Please?’