Chapter 7: First Time Hot Wife
The walk from the car to the townhouse was a blur of dim porch lights and cool evening air that seemed to cling to Margot’s skin like a second layer of clothing. The scent of jasmine drifted from a nearby garden, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the city’s distant harbor.
As they stepped inside the house, Jake helped her take off her leather jacket and then wrapped his arms around her, kissing her passionately.
Margot melted into his embrace, feeling the heat of his chest against her bare arms. His aftershave—dark wood and bergamot—filled her senses, making her knees weak.
Jake walked them backward into the living room, their tongues tangling with deep, hungry strokes. Margot's hands explored Jake's body, feeling the hard muscles beneath his suit jacket, the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his dress shirt. She could feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against her thigh through the fabric of his trousers.
Jake walked them backward into the living room, their bodies moving in sync like they had done this a thousand times before.
The lights were low—just enough to create shadows that played across Margot’s skin through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipples hardened as she arched into his kiss, her fingers tangling in the dark silk of his hair.
The townhouse’s hardwood floors creaked softly beneath their shifting weight, the sound lost beneath the rhythmic press of Jake’s lips against hers. His hands slid down her back, one settling at the small of her waist while the other cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. His thumb brushed just below her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"You taste like whiskey and sin," Jake murmured against her lips before capturing her mouth in another deep kiss. Margot moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pressed closer to him, her body melding perfectly against his hard frame. The emerald pendant swayed between them as she shifted, the cool stone brushing against Jake's chest through the thin fabric of her dress.
Jake’s hands slid lower, gripping the hem of her dress and hiking it up slowly, inch by meticulous inch, until the cool air of the room teased the bare skin of her upper thighs again. Margot gasped into their kiss, her hips jerking involuntarily as his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin just above her hips.
The material of her dress pooled around her waist and trailed down her legs, pooling on the hardwood floor like discarded shadows. She stood before him in nothing but her emerald pendant, the green stone glinting like a jewel in the low light.
The townhouse was silent except for the soft rumble of their breathing and the distant creak of the old house settling. Somewhere upstairs, a floorboard groaned under unseen weight, but neither of them paid it any mind.
Jake’s gaze dropped—slow, deliberate, hungry. His eyes raked over her body, lingering on the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts beneath the emerald pendant, the glisten of arousal already slicking her lower lips.
The cool air of the townhouse raised goosebumps along her skin, but Margot barely noticed—her entire focus was on the way Jake's breath hitched when he took in her bare form.
Jake’s hands slid up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress still pooled around her waist. Margot gasped as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, the sensation sharp and electric. The emerald pendant swayed as she arched into his touch, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jake murmured, his voice rough with admiration. He leaned in and ran his hands gently all over her naked body, floating gently across the skin as if he was memorizing every inch. His hands explored her breasts, the curve of her waist then drifted down to the soft swell of her hips before finally resting on the moist heat of her core.
Margot let out a tiny gasp as his fingertips parted her folds, her body already reacting to his touch with wet readiness.
Jake kissed her deeply, his tongue pressing into her mouth as his fingers began a slow, deliberate rhythm against her clit. Margot whimpered into the kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure began to coil tight inside her.
Margot reached down and began unbuckling his belt, her fingers fumbling slightly in her urgency to get to him.
Jake groaned into their kiss as her hands worked, his erection straining against the confines of his dress pants. The belt clinked as it came free, the metal buckle catching on the fabric before Margot finally worked his zipper down. She reached inside and wrapped her fingers around his thick, hard length, stroking him slowly at first and then with increasing speed.
Jake’s breath hitched as her hand worked him, his hips jerking slightly in response. Margot broke their kiss, looking down at him with a smirk playing on her lips. “You like that?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Jake let out a rough chuckle.
His hand tightened on the nape of Margot’s neck as his erection twitched in her grip. The feel of her fingers—smooth, sure, a little impatient—made his vision blur at the edges. "Fuck, yes," he admitted, voice rough. "But if you keep that up much longer, this is gonna be over before it starts."
Margot bit her lip, her thumb swirling over the slick head of him, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had already gathered. The emerald pendant swayed between them, a cool counterpoint to the heat of their bodies. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Good," she whispered.
"I was hoping you'd say that." With that, Margot dropped to her knees in front of him, her emerald pendant brushing the hardwood floor as she took him into her mouth. The first taste of him was salty and thick, filling her mouth completely. She hollowed her cheeks and took him as far back as she could, her throat fluttering around the head of his cock as she moaned around him.
She hadn't sucked Derek's little dick in many years. It just wasn't a turn on for her. But Jake was different. His cock was huge, covered with thick veins and a big head. She took it as a challenge shoving it deep in her throat over and over again.
Jake's fingers tangled in her auburn hair, guiding her pace without forcing her. The sharp inhale of his breath echoed through the living room, mixing with the wet sounds of her mouth working him.
Margot pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip from between her lips with a wet pop.
She gazed up at him through her lashes, her lips glistening. "Tell me what you want," she murmured, her voice husky. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
Jake's grip on her hair tightened slightly, his breath coming in sharp bursts. "Take me deeper," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "And when you gag, I want to feel your throat flutter around me. Then you're gonna take me to the couch and ride me until I come so hard I see stars."
Margot's eyes darkened with anticipation. Without another word, she took him back into her mouth, this time taking him deeper with each bob of her head.
She hollowed her cheeks and relaxed her throat, letting him slide in until her lips met the base of his cock. She gagged around him but held herself there, her throat fluttering around his tip as she had been instructed. She pulled back slightly, saliva dripping from her lips before taking him in again. She repeated this process, her pace growing more confident with each descent.
Jake’s hips jerked slightly in response to each deep thrust, his fingers tightening in her hair as she worked him with increasing enthusiasm. The emerald pendant swung between her breasts with each movement of her head, the green stone glistening in the low light.
Margot's mouth worked him with precise, practiced strokes, her tongue swirling around the thick vein running down the underside of his shaft as she pulled back. The wet sounds of her mouth working him filled the room, mixing with Jake's ragged breathing and the occasional creak of the old townhouse settling around them.
Jake's hips began to thrust in counterpoint to her movements, his grip on her hair guiding her pace without forcing her. His free hand gripped the back of the couch for support, the muscles in his arms tense and corded. "Fuck, Margot, your mouth is incredible," he groaned, his voice rough with desire.
His thighs trembled slightly, the muscles taut beneath his dress pants as he fought to maintain some semblance of control.
Margot moaned around him, the vibrations traveling straight to his cock. She hollowed her cheeks even more, taking him deeper than before, her nose pressing against his trimmed pubic hair. Her emerald pendant swayed beneath her chin with each bob of her head, the green stone catching the low light like a jewel.
Jake's breath came in sharp, controlled bursts through his nose, his entire body tensing as the pleasure built. "That's it," he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair.
"Take me all the way, Margot."
She hollowed her cheeks further, feeling his cock hit the back of her throat. The saltiness of his pre-cum coated her tongue as she swallowed around him. Her hands came up to grip his thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she took him deeper than she ever had before.
Jake’s breath came in sharp, controlled bursts through his nose, his entire body tensing as the pleasure built. "I'm going to cum if you keep this up." Jake rasped hoarsely.
In response, Margot grabbed his ass and pulled him to her, driving his cock down her throat and felt his cock pulse thick and hot cum down the back of her throat as he groaned in release.
She swallowed every last drop he gave her, milking him with her throat until he pushed her away weakly with a gasp.
Jake’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Margot stayed on her knees, her emerald pendant swinging gently as she swallowed the last of his pleasure. The taste of him lingered on her tongue—salty, musky, overwhelming.
She finally looked up at him through hooded eyes, her lips swollen and glistening. "Your turn," she whispered, her voice husky with promise.
Jake exhaled sharply, his fingers still tangled in her hair as he tried to steady himself.
The sight of Margot on her knees, her lips swollen and glossy from sucking him, sent a fresh jolt of desire through him.
"We don’t have to rush," he managed, his voice rough.
Margot smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Who says we’re rushing?"
She stood in one fluid motion, her bare skin catching the dim light of the living room. The emerald pendant swayed between her breasts as she stepped closer, pressing her body against his. Jake’s cock twitched at the contact, still sensitive but eager for more.
Margot’s hands slid up his chest, pushing his dress shirt off his shoulders.
The fabric pooled on the hardwood floor behind him as she explored the hard planes of his torso with her fingertips. His skin was warm and smooth over corded muscle, the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to him. She traced the outline of his pecs, then lower, following the happy trail that disappeared beneath his belt.
Jake watched her with hooded eyes, his breath still ragged from her mouth. His hands found her waist, fingers splaying possessively over her hips. The emerald pendant swayed between them with each shift of her body.
Jake’s thumbs pressed into the soft curves of her waist, pulling her flush against him. The heat radiating from his toned torso burned through the thin fabric of her dress still pooled around her waist.
Margot’s fingers drifted lower, tracing the hard ridges of his abdomen before hooking into the waistband of his dress pants. She tugged them downward, taking his boxer briefs with them in one smooth motion.
Jake’s erection sprang free, thick and flushed with lingering arousal. Margot wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking from base to tip with slow, deliberate precision.
Jake’s breath hitched. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, his voice rough with restrained hunger.
“But what a way to go.”
Margot smirked up at him through her lashes, her fingers still tracing slow circles around the head of his cock. “I’ve always preferred living dangerously.”
Jake reached down and picked Margot up by her ass and carrying her toward the bedroom. His strong arms holding her like a baby like it was effortless.
Margot gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs instinctively hooking around his waist. The emerald pendant swung between them, the green stone cool against her heated skin as she clung to him.
They moved quickly down the hallway, their footsteps muffled by the thick rugs that lined the wide passages of the townhouse. Margot’s bare ass brushed against the cool plaster walls as Jake navigated them toward his bedroom, her fingers tangled in the dark silk of his hair.
He made it to the bed and laid her gently down on her back in front of him.
Margot pulled him down on top of her, her legs wrapping around his hips like she never wanted to let him go. She was already wet and aching for him. She could feel his body heat radiating against hers as he settled between her thighs. Jake's cock pressed against her entrance, the thick head teasing her folds.
Margot arched her back, her nails raking down Jake's back as she pulled him closer. “I need you inside me,” she gasped out, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Jake groaned and pushed into her in one smooth thrust. Margot cried out as he filled her completely, the stretch of him almost too much to bear.
She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
Jake groaned, holding himself there for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to move, slow and deep at first.
Margot gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure radiated through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss as he started to piston his hips, each thrust hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.
It had been way too long since she felt so full and satisfied. The way he stretched her, took her, owned her body.
Margot arched into him with a low, throaty moan, her nails digging crescents into the hard planes of his back. Her hard nipples brushing against his chest with each roll of her hips. She could feel every ridge, every ridge of him—thick and heavy inside her—filling her completely. Her walls clenched involuntarily around him, a desperate reflex to hold him deeper, to never let this moment end.
Jake’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts against her ear as he drove into her, his hips snapping against hers with controlled force. The bed creaked beneath them, the old frame groaning in protest, but neither cared.
Jake's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips slamming against hers with a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed through the quiet house. Margot's moans punctuating the action.
"Fuck," Jake gasped, his voice rough. "You're so tight. So wet. I can feel you clamping down around me."
Margot moaned in response, her head thrown back against the pillows. Her fingers tangled in the dark silk of his hair, pulling just enough to make him groan. "I want you to cum inside me." she groaned rolling her hips as she felt her orgasm coming.
Her orgasm hit her with a force that made her back arch off the bed. Her nails dug crescents into Jake's back as her walls clamped down around him in rhythmic waves.
"Fuck yes, take that dick like a good girl." Jake groaned his voice rough with need. He leaned down and captured her nipple in his mouth, rolling it gently with his tongue. Margot's back arched off the bed with a cry, her hips rolling with desperation against his.
"Yes, just like that, harder. Give it to me!" Margot gasped out her voice unrecognizable with pleasure.
Jake obeyed her command, his thrusts growing more erratic and desperate, his hips snapping against hers with increased force.
The old bedframe groaned beneath them, the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin filling the room with obscene wet sounds. Margot’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets as Jake pounded into her with relentless precision.
“I want you to fill me,” Margot panted, her voice thick with desperation. “I want to feel you stretch me open—”
Jake groaned, cutting off her words with a searing kiss. His hips stuttered with the beginnings of his release, his cock thickening impossibly inside of her.
Margot gasped as she felt the first pulse of his orgasm deep inside her, the hot rush of his cum filling her in thick, wet spurts.
She clung to him like he was the only solid thing in the world, her nails raking down his back as her own pleasure rolled through her again in smaller waves. Jake buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin as he emptied himself completely inside her.
For long moments they stayed like that—fused together, skin slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync against each other’s chests.
Finally, Jake rolled to the side, taking Margot with him so she ended up sprawled half on top of him.
His cock slipped from her body with a wet sound, making them both gasp at the sensitivity. Margot’s thigh draped over his hip, their bodies still intimately connected where they touched.
Margot exhaled a shaky laugh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I needed that,” she admitted, her voice still rough from their exertions.
Jake turned his head slightly to press a kiss to her forehead, his fingers tracing idle circles on the soft skin of her hip. “Needed? Or just really fucking good at it?” he teased, his voice low and satisfied.
"You have no idea how long it's been since I felt this way. Derek is so small and he orgasms so quickly. I really haven't had a deep vaginal orgasm in so many years." Margot confessed as she slowly traced a finger around the hard nub of his nipple. She was still straddling him, his soft cock still insider her as she rocked her hips slightly, feeling him already start to stir inside of her again. Jake groaned softly as he felt himself growing hard again, his cock twitching inside her with renewed interest.
Jake's hands slid up to cup Margot's breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples which were still stiff from arousal. "I'm glad I could help with that," he murmured his voice rough with desire. Margot arched into his touch with a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed the sensation of him growing harder inside of her.
"It's not just that," she whispered, her voice husky. "It's about being wanted. Wanted in the way that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world."
Jake’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. "You are," he murmured, his voice rough with sincerity. "Margot, you are absolutely the only person in this room."
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze steadily. There was something in his expression—something raw and honest—that made her heart stutter. It was the kind of look people reserved for moments they never wanted to end.
Margot swallowed against the sudden tightness in her throat, her thighs tightening around Jake’s waist as his cock pulsed inside her, growing harder with every passing second.
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Good thing we’re only in the same room, then.”
Jake chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against her chest. “Oh, I *plan* on being in the same room.” His hands slid down to grip her ass, fingers flexing as he lifted her slightly before pulling her back down onto him with deliberate slowness. The stretch was exquisite—every ridge of him dragging against sensitive walls.
Margot gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as Jake lifted her up just enough to pull almost all the way out, then sank her back down with torturous precision. Her full breasts hanging down in his face.
“You’re *insatiable*,” Jake murmured, his voice rough but amused.
“Only when I’m with you,” Margot admitted breathlessly. She rolled her hips experimentally, finding the perfect angle where she could grind against that thick ridge just inside her entrance. A low, needy sound escaped her throat.
She rolled her hips again, this time deliberately, grinding against him in slow, torturous circles that made her vision blur. The bedframe groaned beneath them, the rhythmic squeak of the old wood adding to the symphony of their slick bodies.
Jake’s hands tightened on her ass, guiding her movements with quiet intensity. “Just like that,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval. “Take what you need.”
Margot bit her lip, her nails digging into the hard planes of his shoulders. She could feel every inch of him—thick, hard, relentless—as she chased her pleasure, her body already trembling on the brink. She came again quickly, her orgasm causing her pussy to spasm around his thick cock and coaxing yet another orgasm from him. Margot felt his hot seed deep inside her once again.
She collapsed forward, pressing her cheek against his sweaty chest, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The sound of their racing hearts filled the quiet room, the only other noise the occasional creak of the old house settling around them.
Jake’s fingertips traced lazy circles along her spine, his touch featherlight against her flushed skin. "That was"—he exhaled sharply—"unreal."
Margot let out a breathy laugh, her lips brushing his collarbone. "You’re not so bad yourself."
She rolled off him, stretching her body out on the bed with a satisfied sigh. The cool sheets beneath her heated skin felt like heaven after the intensity of their lovemaking. She felt his hot cum seeping out of her pussy and dripping down along her inner thighs.
Margot turned onto her side, propping her head up on one hand as she watched Jake pull himself up against the headboard.
He stretched his arms above his head with a satisfied groan, the muscles in his torso flexing with the movement. The emerald pendant swayed gently against her collarbone as she shifted positions. The sight of his toned body, still slick with sweat in the dim light, made her body hum with aftershocks.
Jake glanced over at her with a slow smile playing on his lips. "You’re staring," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.
Margot bit her lip, unable to suppress her own smile.
“Can you blame me?” she teased, trailing her fingers down the hard plane of his stomach. “You’ve got the body of a Greek statue and the stamina of—well, of someone who clearly knows how to use it.”
Jake laughed, the sound rich and warm, filling the quiet room. “And you’ve got a mouth on you,” he said, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of her jaw. “I like it.”
Margot leaned into his touch, her eyes half-lidded with post-coital bliss. "You know, I'm going to have to go home soon." she said with a touch of regret.
"Derek will start to wonder where I am." She felt a pang of guilt, but pushed it down. She knew Derek wouldn't be upset, but he might be worried about her after all this time.
Jake nodded, running a hand through his tousled dark hair as he sat up against the headboard. "Yeah, I get that," he said, his voice warm but tinged with disappointment. "But I can't wait to do this again." Margot smiled at him, a slow, satisfied smile that made her emerald eyes sparkle in the dim light of the bedroom. She sat up, carefully peeling herself off the bed before bending down to retrieve her dress from where it had pooled on the hardwood floor. The fabric slid up her thighs as she straightened, and she could feel Jake's seed dripping down the inside of her thighs.
"Do you want to use my shower before I drive you home?" Jake asked.
"No, I think it will be more fun to go home dirty." Margot said with a chuckle. "I'll let Derek clean me up. I think he'll get a kick out of it." Margot winked as she pulled on her pumps.
"You're incorrigible." Jake said with a smile, pulling on his own pants and throwing on a T-shirt. "Better get you home quick before everything drips out." he said with a wink back at her. Margot laughed softly, shaking her head as she adjusted her dress. The emerald pendant swung between her breasts with the motion, catching the dim light of the bedroom like a gemstone.
Jake walked her to the front door, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back as they moved through the narrow hallway. The townhouse was quiet except for the occasional creak of the old wood beneath their feet. Margot could feel the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of her dress, the heat seeping into her skin in a way that made her shiver slightly.
There was a growing chill in the air as they walked to the car. It was very late, early morning actually, but fortunately she lived only a few blocks away.
Jake opened the passenger door for Margot, his hand lingering on the small of her back as she slid into the seat. The leather was cool against her heated skin, and her thighs were sticky with Jake's cum. She was sure it was leaking out all over the back of her dress.
Margot exhaled slowly, her fingers absently tracing the emerald pendant at her throat as Jake circled the car and settled into the driver’s seat beside her. She had done it. Jake was now a cuckold, and she was what they call a hot wife. She decided she didn't have any regrets, and she wanted to do it again.
It only took a few minutes to drive the four short blocks to their townhouse. Margot could see the light on in the bedroom window meaning Derek was still awake, waiting for her to come home. As they pulled in, she could see the curtains part as he peaked outside.
Jake got out of the car and walked over to her side to help her out. Margot decided to make a show for Derek and wrapped her arms around Jake in a last passionate kiss.
She felt his big cock press against her thigh through the fabric of his pants and knew Derek was watching from the window. She broke the kiss and turned to walk toward the house, letting her hips sway a little more than necessary with each step, knowing the fabric of her dress was still damp with Jake’s cum and that it was creating a trail of wetness behind her on her inner thighs. The porch light flickered on automatically, casting long shadows as she ascended the steps.