Nikita Gets In Too Deep: A Hotwife Exploration

by Arnica Butler

  Her freed breasts barely moved, even when they were let loose. She rose on her knees so that they were right in front of me, and I sighed with disappointment because her wet cunt lifted with her body and was further away. Still, I had a nice view of her nipples, melting like milk chocolate into her areola. I swept my tongue around the perfectly tidy circle, and then I flicked at the center until her nipple bubbled and hardened. I teased her for a bit, while I slid my hands over the roundness of her ass to stroke her inner thighs, which were sticky and wet. I pulled her nipple into my mouth at the same moment my fingers burrowed between her legs. Her clit was hard and wobbled beneath the pressure of my fingers, which made her gasp and shift on top of me.

  I turned my attention to the other breast, and I was pleased that she squirmed as I teased her again. Her juices were gushing from her now, and her hips were gyrating in an absent-minded way: she was ripe and ready to burst.

  She dropped her hand behind her, and found my cock. She caressed it in long, firm strokes, cupping her palm over the wet crown and drawing it down along the shaft until we were both as wet and sticky as if we had fucked. The scent of her rose from between our trembling bodies.

  I couldn't take any more. I grabbed her by the ass and pushed her down onto my shaft. Her pussy was hot, and so wet that she slid over my cock like butter. When her hole kissed the base of my cock, a wave of her moisture gushed from inside of her and bathed my balls. The hot, honeyed juices slid over my sac and I felt myself reaching the point of no return. I tried desperately to take my mind to another place, but she leaned back and thrust her breasts forward. Her pussy clamped around my shaft and she began to bounce on my lap, shaking her tits and stroking my cock, squelching out her excitement all over my thighs and balls.

  “Fuck,” I said, and I was about to warn her that I was going to come. I gripped her ass to try and slow her down, but just then her whole body seemed to seize up and she squealed violently. She slammed her weight onto my cock and buried me deeper than I thought possible inside of her.

  I exploded, and I felt her pussy turn to pure liquid as I pumped her full of cum. I pressed my face into her tits and yelled, out of control. Her cunt squeezed and pulsed around me, and I shuddered with each throb of her soaked pussy.

  I slid my hand down, over her ass and into the crack, where she was gushing all over me. I had a thought, an errant thought, about what it might feel like to dip into my wife's wet slit and feel her excitement for another man.

  My cock, which had only half-drained, pulsed with new life.

  Nik growled. “Really?” she said.

  She pushed me backward, and I fell onto the bed. She was still on top of me, and I was still inside of her.

  Surely she wasn't going to try for more?

  But it seemed that whatever had inspired my wife that evening was still inspiring, and my cock was equally enthusiastic. I felt my dick sputter and thump to life inside of her hot, wet pussy. Soon she was rocking herself on top of me, grinding her cunt into my pelvis. Her juices and my cum gushed down my balls to the crack of my ass. Nik closed her eyes. Her tits bounced as she rose and fell and rocked herself to another wet, sprlurting orgasm.

  I had only to think that perhaps inside her head, with her eyes closed, she was imagining another man, to send myself over the edge and fill her overflowing cunt with even more cum.

  *

  I woke up very early in the morning, while the sky was still dark blue. Nik was still lying on my chest, which was unusual for her, and so even though I had to pee, I lay there watching the sky brighten to a pale blue, enjoying the weight of Nik's head on my chest. She shifted, and I could feel her soft breasts shifting against my side.

  The previous evening filled my head almost immediately, and my cock stiffened into a tent pole beneath the light sheet. I started to stroke Nik's smooth back as the images I had seen played out in my mind in a montage of filthy pornography along with memories of the wild sex Nik and I had indulged in when we got home.

  I rolled over, and played with Nik's soft skin. The sheets were still damp form all of our lovemaking, and her thighs were sticky and stained with our mingled cum. I fully expected her to awaken and slap my hand away. But she just smiled, and made a sexy sound that seemed to actually be inviting me in.

  I took my chances and rolled on top of her. It was easy to slip my cock inside of her pussy, and she responded by blooming open for me and wrapping her legs around my torso. Her eyes snapped open and we looked at each other while we each rose to a fevered orgasm, sudden and almost jarring.

  I groaned as I came inside my wife for the third time in only about five hours. It was gauche, but I had to marvel at the stats as I panted on the sheets.

  Finally, I decided to get up. As an early riser, I could only take so much of lying in bed in the morning. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My cock was a little sore from so much sex, I noted with perverse pleasure.

  “So...” Nik said. Her voice was playful.

  “So,” I said.

  We looked at each other and laughed.

  I could tell she wanted to say something about the night before. Nik has a way of getting a little fidgety inside of her own skin when she wants to say something and it's gnawing at her.

  “So,” I prodded. I tried to make a face that conveyed how welcome I was to talking about whatever it was, while not betraying how much I wanted it to be about last night. But I could see it would take a little more prying and coaxing, so I gave it a long pause before saying: “Eggs Benedict or Stuffed French Toast?”

  Both of these options were ludicrous proposals. Nik ate 1500 calories per day and she subtracted anything over that amount from all the days to come. The total was running for all eternity and nothing could ever be canceled out. Last night's boozefest would typically have her eating a small bowl of yogurt with a few berries on it for weeks.

  “Mmmmmm,” she purred, and slid under the covers sensually. “Can I have both?”

  I was standing now, sliding my boxers midway up my legs. I stared at the lump beneath the sheets, a little flabbergasted.

  I whisked them away.

  “Alien!” I yelled, pointing at her. Because it was almost as if my wife had indeed been replaced by an alien. The good kind. The sexy kind. A not-entirely-objectionable kind.

  Nik's response was to laugh at my joke: even further evidence of her having been abducted.

  Then she sat up. She was naked, of course, and the scent of her sleep-skin reached my nose at that moment. Her pert breasts bounced lightly to a rest, and she curled her slender legs up beneath her. Her black hair was tousled. She had a disorganized, ravished appearance that was getting me hard again. Her eyes were bright as she pushed some of her thick hair from her face. “Well,” she said suggestively. “I worked up quite an appetite last night.”

  My boxers were still at this point, at my knees, in what would have normally been a display of rampant optimism.

  “Oh yeah?” I said. I started to move my legs so that the boxers slid down my calves. “Want to have three things for breakfast? I'll make you three things, if you want.”

  At this point, I was simply joking. It was so over-the-top, a suggestion like that. It was the kind of suggestion that Nik, as a I knew her long ago, when our relationship was still fresh and new, wouldn't have even considered.

  But this Nik looked at me with a sudden seriousness. Her playfulness was still embedded in it, somewhere, but she was wildly serious when she said, in a low, sexual purr:

  “What do I have to do to get three things?”

  9 MEET PRETTY HALEY

  Nik folded her book and nudged me. “Psst,” she said. “There they are.”

  “Just act natural,” I said. Then I added, “And don't laugh.”

  This set Nik's whole body to convulsions, as she tried to keep her laughter inside. It wasn't, of course, that she even seemed to find it funny. It was just her typical inability to not laugh when she wasn't supposed to.

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sp; Mitch and Paige seemed like any ordinary couple, other than Paige's voluptuous and now almost scandalous appearance. She was clad in tight jean shorts, the kind that looked like they belonged on the pages of a men's calendar, cut very high in back to reveal the full swell of her ass where it met her thighs. Her top was made of creme crochet, with very large holes in the pattern, and no sign at all of anything underneath it. Just her skin, all of her smooth and pornographic skin...

  They were out, though, it seemed, for a mid-morning stroll. Nik raised her hand up to wave at them, and they wandered in our direction. Mitch and Paige, it was understood, were too cool for waving.

  I had a hard time deciding where to put my eyes. As Mitch approached, he devoured Nik, whose small, hard bottom looked especially divine, I was sure, from where he stood. He made no attempt to hide the way he was looking her over, and his expression was stirring up an extreme disquiet in me, but one I was sort of enjoying. At the same time, Paige was, indeed, not wearing anything at all beneath that crocheted top, and the shape of her breasts seemed to be everywhere, buoyant and bountiful. The crochet came together in a tighter knit right where her nipples would be, but if I looked hard enough I knew I could get an eyeful.

  “Morning,” Nik said.

  Paige had a mug in her hand and she brought it to her lips and savored whatever was inside, more like it was a rare whiskey than anything. Then she hummed: “Isn't it beautiful?”

  “No surf, though,” Nik said.

  I looked back and forth from each woman to the other. They seemed like old friends now, the way they talked to each other.

  It was kind of hot. Even if it made no sense.

  Paige shrugged and tipped her head back. I stared at her long, flawless neck, and naturally thought about how she had it stuffed with cock little over twelve hours ago, which made my own cock press uncomfortably into the sand. “So much sun, though,” she practically moaned. “I love it.”

  “She'd sit in the sun all day,” Mitch said tonelessly, his eyes still all over Nik. I looked over at my wife, to see how she was absorbing this raking-over of her body. She was kicking her feet up playfully and smiling up at Mitch.

  I scowled, and something turned in my stomach.

  “I'm going to sunbathe naked,” Paige said. “Do you think anyone would have a problem with that?”

  I stared at her. Nik leaned sideways to look at her without taking her head from her hand. “Really?” she said. But it sounded halfway between a genuine question and sarcasm. Like someone had just pointed out that a politician was about to lie.

  Paige shrugged. “You know...I hate tan lines.” Her voice was sluggish and uncaring.

  Mitch gave her a look at this point. It was difficult to read.

  “Right,” Paige said, and yawned. “Stay off the subject.” She shrugged and sat down on the sand in front of me, cross-legged.

  Her jean shorts crawled up her inner thighs, and I could see all the way to where, if she hadn't shaved herself so completely, her bush would be. She was smooth and richly tanned right up to her snatch.

  “Did you have a good time last night?” Nik said, brazenly. I shot her a look. What was she doing?

  “Marvelous,” Paige said, a wry smile on her lips. Mitch took a sip of coffee and nodded.

  “Would you recommend that place?” Nik continued, and I slid my leg over to hers, because I could her reporter-investigator voice coming on, and Nik was not exactly subtle.

  Mitch looked down at Paige, and we all stared at her, as she smiled up at the sun. Finally she said: “I liked the oysters at Zach's much better.” And after a silence: “And the men.”

  Mitch smiled. I looked at Nik. She was smiling, too, a sort of shy and scandalized smile.

  “We saw you were home kind of early,” Nik said.

  Oh god.

  “We thought maybe the place was a bust,” she continued.

  Paige moved a little, and I was having a hard time not staring at her as she did. Her top was sliding up and over her nipples, her jeans seemed to be moving up her thighs even more, and my wife was asking her not-so-subtle questions about her porn career.

  “Oh, we had some work to do,” Paige said.

  Please, dear God, I prayed. Nik, shut up.

  At the same time, I sort of hoped she'd keep going.

  And keep going she did.

  “Oh really? That's a strange...it was like nine or so. What do you guys do, anyway?”

  “Videos,” Mitch said, without hesitation of any kind. His voice was plain and unapologetic. Direct.

  It seemed that Nik was caught off-guard. Her mouth fell open, and I could tell she was now having another inclination to start laughing.

  “Videos,” I repeated, trying to salvage the conversation. I wasn't really sure how I wanted to salvage it, but I was sure that if Nik started laughing it was going to be awkward. More than it was. Paige's smooth inner thighs and ass were trying to pull in my gaze, so I looked desperately to the left. “Like, documentaries or-”

  “Porn,” Paige said. She tossed her hair a little.

  There was a strange silence.

  Nik was going to start laughing, I could tell. She had such a funny thing about that. If something was shocking, she could get really silly.

  “Porn,” I repeated, just to keep things on track. “Like...actual porn.”

  “It's sort of amateur,” Paige said, lightheartedly.

  “It's just one of our businesses,” Mitch said, in the same toneless voice he always used.

  I looked over at Nik, as if to ask her if she were satisfied with herself. I had no idea what to say.

  “So you...you actually sell this stuff on the internet?” Nik continued.

  I raised my eyes. God, she was being direct.

  Paige yawned and stretched her arms up. Her top slid over her tits and I had a nice, nearly unobstructed view of her nipples. “Business talk,” she said lazily. “I'm out of here.” She hopped up and trotted down to the water's edge.

  Mitch looked down at Nik. “It's a pretty simple business model,” he said. “I'll tell you about it if you're interested.” He gave her another salacious going-over with his eyes, and he seemed to almost be winking. “You could probably make a good career for yourself, as a matter of fact.”

  “Okay,” I said, jumping up to a crouch. “That's probably enough...”

  Mitch grinned. “Take it easy tiger, it's just a thought.”

  He left a nice long pause between this and his next sentence, just enough to smirk at me and make me dislike him intensely for a moment. “We just do it for the thrills, but we make a pretty good buck doing it. Problem is, Paige, she's got this porn-star look about her, and lotsa folks want a girl-next-door kind of look.” His eyes went back to Nik, and moved along the shape of her body while practically broadcasting his dirty, pornographer's thoughts.

  “It's true,” Paige called out, returning from the water's edge as though she had never left the conversation. She smiled at Nik.

  “Anyway,” Mitch said, his voice dry again. “Check it out. We post all our stuff on XXXStream. Paige is PrettyHaley triple-x.”

  I glared a little, tried to keep my eyes from wandering to Paige and my mind from wandering to all the porn I was going to need to check out later, when Nik said probably one of the more shocking things I had heard come of her mouth, at least up until then:

  “Triple 'x,' like all one word, 'prettyHaley-x-x-x?' Or t-r-i-p-l-e-x?”

  “Three x's,” Paige purred, returning from wherever she had gone so temporarily.

  “And Haley is...?”

  “H-a-l-e-y.”

  I stared at my wife. The exchange between the two of them seemed almost rehearsed, and they both had this odd little smile on their faces. I could not figure out what Nik was up to for the life of me.

  “Okay,” Nik said, as casually as if they had just set a date for coffee or recommended a book to each other. “We'll check it out.”

  Paige pushed her hair from her face
and enjoyed some more sun in her sexual manner. “Does anyone want to go sea kayaking with me later?”

  “I'm in,” Nik said, almost immediately.

  I was getting a subtle kind of whiplash, mostly in my eyes, from shifting back and forth from porn-star Paige to my weirded-out wife. Don't get me wrong, I was aware that it was every man's dream to have his wife tell a porn star she would “check out” some of her porn, and then agree to hop in a sea kayak with her (well...sort of the dream, though a little more surreal and dreamlike than dreamy).

  But a really, deeply unsettling feeling was snaking around inside of me as well.

  Nik turned to me and rubbed my back. “You can finally get your beer-drinking in,” she teased.

  “I like sea kayaking.”

  “We only have one kayak,” Paige said, and her voice dripped out of her mouth like honey. She was so sorry, her voice said. But she would have fun with my wife and make it up to me later...

  I tried not to let my mind get the better of me and my cock, and I tried not to let my face frown itself into the pout I could feel coming on and which I couldn't entirely explain to myself. I forced a smile. “Great. That'll be just fine, actually. I have some beer, I have a chair, it's perfect for me.”

  Nik looked down at her book. “What time?”

  Paige sighed, as if this sort of question troubled her deeply and philosophically. “Oh maybe in a few hours. I am going to take in some sun.”

  Mitch shot her another look.

  “Oh, there's no one here,” she whined, and trotted away to the cottage.

  Mitch tossed the rest of his coffee on the sand. “I have some work to do,” he said. He let his eyes move all over Nik's body again, and then he trotted off to the Smith's cottage as well.

  We watched them leave in silence.

  “What the hell, Nik?” I whispered.

  She pushed her sunglasses up and turned on her side and rested her head in her hand. Her breasts pressed together delightfully and she slid her hand onto her hip seductively. She bit her lip and grinned. “Come on,” she whispered. “Aren't you even curious to see what they're up to? I mean, Paige is like...a real, live porn star maybe.”