The Tenant: A Very Naughty Hotwife Novel Read Free Page B

Come-fuck-me intonation?
    Stop.
    “How's tomorrow?” John signed the paper as he asked. His signature was a bold, legible slash of dominance on the white sheet. He looked up at my wife. His eyes crinkled with a boyish charm.
    I looked at Anna's reaction. Was she melting for him? She smiled and fell back on her heels. “If you want to, that'd be great.”
    He extended his hand, and again my wife's small, pale hand was covered in his grip. “Excellent. Warn the neighbors...and I'll see you tomorrow.” He looked at me, winked, and then exited.
     
    Anna close d th e doo r behind him, waving at him almost obscenely as he drove off. She pressed her back against the door and rolled her eyes skyward. “Oh. My. God.”
    “Pretty hot,” I said. I wasn't sure if I was irritated or somewhat turned on by how silly my wife was acting. I wasn't sure if I wanted to draw more of this attitude out if her, or if I wanted to call John and tell him to never come back.
    Anna blinked.
    “Who?” she said innocently. “John? The renter? I didn't even notice.”
    I felt a little bit like I had just swallowed a hot stone. A pain spread throughout my body, but it was pleasurable as well.
    There had been a time when Anna and I had played these games, before we were married. But they had been dropped with our monogamous commitment. I had never been sure if Anna had taken them as seriously as I had, and we had never really hashed out our feelings about them: it had just been something fun to do. I had set my feelings and my desires aside, but I could feel them stirring now.
    “You didn't notice his bulging muscles?”
    Anna opened her mouth wide and shook her head. Her eyes were alive, very quickly, with interest. “Really!” she proclaimed.
    I moved closer to her. “You didn't rent to him without a credit check because you thought he had...”
    “Excellent assets?” Anna offered.
    I could feel my cock twitching to life, between Anna's unusual interest in the middle of the afternoon, and the way she was teasing me playing into my fantasy. I pushed my hand underneath her shirt.
    “It w ould be convenient,” Anna mused.
    “What's that?” I asked, hoping she would give me what I wanted.
    “To have a nice young man around to pay the rent,” she said, and slapped me playfully.
    I put my lips close to hers. Was she deliberately teasing me, with the promise of talking dirty about the neighbor and then switching off so quickly? Or was she just honestly not aware of how much it turned me on? 
    “What would you do,” I said, and I let my lips graze hers, “if John couldn't pay the rent one month?”
    She bit her lip, and brushed her lips against mine. Now the electricity between us was palpable, and I felt the old, familiar excitement of our younger days building. She waited the perfect amount of time, breathing softly on my lips, her body pressed against mine, before summoning her sexiest voice. “But he's a lawyer,” she said in a half-whisper. “He'll always be able to pay the rent.”
    I moved my hand up her shirt, and under her soft bra. I found the little knob of her nipple and squeezed it lightly. “Pretend,” I said. “Use your imagination.”
    Anna gave me a smile that made it seem like she knew exactly what I wanted to hear, and exactly how deeply I felt it inside. It was a smile of complicity, and it sent a near-orgasmic wave of pleasure through me. My cock was rock hard.
    “A hypothetical,” she said.
    “Yes.”
    I squeezed her nipple a little harder, and her mouth turned up and down in both pain and pleasure.
    “John can't pay the rent...” she said. “And I'm all alone in the house one night while you...”
    I almost never did anything at night. “Go bowling,” I offered.
    It almost broke the mood. Anna blew a laugh out of her nose and had to raise a hand to keep it from splattering me. “And you,” she repeated, placing her head back against the door, “are bowling...”
    I was still serious. I was lifting