Nikita Gets In Too Deep: A Hotwife Exploration

by Arnica Butler

  Her eyes were hungry, searching mine for my reaction.

  I stared at her. “I didn't realize you were into...porn.”

  This was a subject we'd of course gotten into, a few times while we were drunk and sharing secrets. Nik had admitted to watching porn, and “admitted” is the best term for it, because I practically had to drag it out of her. She was almost squeamish about it. She wouldn't tell me, at the time, the kind of porn she had watched, or how much of it, or whether she liked it. So we had pretty much left it at that. That was years and years ago, though. I suppose times change.

  “I mean...I don't know. It's kind of different if it's someone you know, you know? Plus..” her mouth twisted into a devious little smile, and she nudged my leg with hers, dragging her knee along the outside of my thigh seductively. “It was kind of fun, the other night...you know, watching?”

  We had let our voices rise above a whisper, and at that moment Paige slipped out of the cottage and began to walk, close to the water, along the beach. We stopped talking and Nik rolled back onto her stomach to watch her.

  Paige kept walking until she was in the middle of the beach, where there wasn't a house near the sand, and lay her bamboo mat and towel down.

  And then off went the top. Her big breasts jiggled free. She stood there and folded her top up neatly before tossing it at the corner of her towel.

  Her hands went to the buttons of her jeans. Then they were sliding, right off her hips.

  She was totally naked. She was glorious.

  She sat down on her mat, and then lay down.

  Face up.

  We were still staring when she reached next to herself and found a small tube of sunscreen. I watched as she applied it to her fingertips, and then grasped her own nipples to run it over her nipples only. Her fingers worked it in good, twisting and kneading her own nipples and working the white creamy sunscreen into them. My cock was pushing itself against the hard sand and I had to adjust my body.

  Then Paige took her finger, and slid it down her body, hovering over her skin.

  Until she hovered over her gash, and with one slender finger, she swiped it over herself right between her legs.

  I didn't have a good view, but my imagination provided the details for me.

  “Holy fuck,” I said absent-mindedly. My brain caught up to my mouth almost immediately, and I almost cowered in expectation of a blow from Nik. Instead she was silent. She was staring at Paige.

  Her expression was both hot as hell, and also, I have to admit, a little terrifying. Rather than appearing scandalized, or shocked, or indignant, as I would have expected her to, she looked interested. Almost admiring.

  Then she rested her chin on her hand and opened her book. “Let's talk about it later,” she whispered to me.

  10 WATCHING VIDEOS

  “So?” Nik said, setting down her wine glass.

  I was staring at the plate in front of her, where I had carefully arranged a bacon-wrapped filet mignon, a skewer of tiger shrimp, and a twice-baked potato, or in other words, more than Nik's typical daily caloric intake. All that remained of her steak was a small scrap of too-fatty bacon; the tails of the shrimp, sucked clean of shrimp flesh, were the sole remnants of the skewers; and a few green onions scattered on the plate spoke for the baked potato. She was on her third glass of wine.

  “Uh...so...” I said.

  “What should we do?” she said. Then she picked up her wine and swirled it around in the glass. She leaned forward. “Should we check it out?”

  I knew what she was talking about, of course. How could I not? I'd been thinking about it all day. After Paige had rubbed her sunscreen into her nipples and sunbathed stunningly naked for half an hour, she had flipped over onto her stomach and done it for another half hour, with her bare ass and the crevice between her buttocks leering at me across the sand. So while Nik read her book, I lay there on top of my now-painful hard-on, trying to focus on the sea and rid myself of thoughts about what kind of pornos Paige made, and how many of them I might be able to watch, and whether or not I was actually going to watch them, in the mother of all fantasies I never even had, with my wife.

  Then Paige had stood up, shaken off her towel, put on her clothes, and walked past us. “I'm going to grab a snack,” she said, “and then head out. Good with you?”

  “Sure,” Nik said. “I uh...just realized, though, I don't have a wetsuit.”

  “I have an extra one,” Paige said. “Come over in like ten, you can change there.”

  And off she had gone.

  Then my wife had left me, and gone into the Smiths' cottage with the porn star and the porn king, to try on wetsuits, so I spent ten minutes imagining Paige pulling and tugging on the tight rubber material to get it all snugly fit over Nik's hips, and thighs, and abdomen, and breasts. Of course my mind embellished the scene with a few friendly squeezes here and there.

  Then I watched them head out to sea in a kayak together. And I sat there with my beer for about two hours, my cock hard as a rock and my brain being no help to make it deflate. The whole time, of course, trying to resist the urge to go into the house and look up the porn before Nik got back.

  The two disappeared around a jut of rock on the north side of the small bay where we were. It would be at least an hour before they would be back. I had plenty of time to go in, check out some porn, and be back on my lawn chair in the sand, my cock relieved and my spirits lifted.

  But something made me stay. I had a very deep sense of unease, and I wasn't entirely sure why.

  It was maybe just a bit too much. This was the kind of thing I fantasized about, sure, all the time. Meeting a hot porn star, and my wife taking an interest in her. But this thing with Mitch, and these weird feelings I was having that were half-enjoyable, and half-sour, as I watched my wife flirt with him, and flirt with the men at the restaurant. That conversation with Mitch, and all the feelings it stirred up in me...all this stuff was...well, a little darker than I was used to.

  I grappled with it all afternoon. I was hard as steel, and yet I was also brooding. I even told myself, aloud, at one point: “Cole, fucking relax. Your wife's in a kayak with a porn star.”

  This made me laugh at myself. But the dark cloud returned a little later.

  It was the way Nik was acting, I knew it. So...enthusiastic. So into Paige, and Mitch, and things I would have sworn she would have reacted so much differently to.

  But what the hell was I so upset about it for? On the face of it, wasn't it just outrageously hot?

  On and on, I had brooded and ached on the beach.

  Nik had come home, and I made dinner.

  Now she was looking at me brightly. Should we check it out?

  It. The porn.

  “I think we have to,” she said, when I didn't answer. “I mean, I don't think I can live with the curiosity. Do you?”

  I shrugged, smiling.

  “What?” she said, and she seemed truly surprised.

  “I don't know,” I said. “I just...I guess I'm just shocked that you, are like, into it.”

  She took a sip of wine. “Well, aren't you?” she said, and beneath the table she found my leg with her foot. “Come on. It'll be fun.”

  I made a show of looking for my laptop, even though its location had been radiating in my mind all afternoon.

  “The internet is really slow,” I said. “So it might be choppy.” The only thing we could get all the way out here was an ultra-expensive satellite internet that was good, but pretty slow for video. I knew because in previous years I had spent my fair share of time looking for a way to watch porn.

  “What was the site?” I said, as if I didn't remember or had never heard of it, both untrue.

  “XXXStream,” Nik breathed. She was behind me now, her lips close to my neck, and I felt a wash of goosebumps prickle my skin all the way down my spine.

  “We can pay as we go, or get a subscription,” I said.

  “Get a subscription,” she said. “It's a good th
ing to put on your credit card.”

  I laughed. She was being a bit facetious. I had recently been informed that not only could I not leave the country, and not change jobs, I was additionally a credit-less loser who had to have a secured credit card with a limit of $200 for a year or so to re-establish myself in Canada.

  But it was also hot as hell hearing my wife tell me to get a subscription to a porn site.

  “It's a perfect thing to put on that card,” I said, and I reached into the drawer where my wallet was stashed to get it out.

  “Okay,” I said, after entering the information, “Now their names?”

  Nik's breath accentuated each syllable as she breathed: “PrettyHaleyxxx. All one word.” She said each 'x' languidly, with an extra puff of hot, moist air on my skin. I shivered and typed.

  “Wow,” Nik said, sitting on the edge of the table next to and behind me. Then, with a little snort-laugh that seemed to have escaped her unauthorized, she said: “There's last night's...oh my god, is that the views?”

  My eyes were all over the page. I had no idea where to look first. Paige's round bottom was everywhere, and a few of the thumbnails included her ass with a huge cock inside of it. Her pussy was everywhere, spread open and all of its red, tight folds wet and yawning open. Her mouth was all over the page as well, wrapped around cock after cock.

  “Let's watch this one,” Nik said, after a long pause as we stared at the page. “'Wife kidnapped and gangbanged.'”

  My cock, which had been ballooning in my pants for the thirtieth time that day, jerked to attention. But I gave her a sidelong look. I couldn't tell if she was being serious. Half-serious? Totally sarcastic? “Really?” I said. My voice sounded strangled and hoarse.

  She shrugged, and I thought I saw a little flicker of disappointment on her face. “Or...whatever. If you're not into it...” she looked up at the screen and began searching for another one. “There's 'Everything Goes in Haley's Holes,'” she said, smiling. Again with the same odd tone, the one I couldn't read.

  I scrambled. “No, no...I mean, yeah, whatever, but if you want to watch the kidnapping one, I was just surprised that...” I sounded like a middle-schooler, talking to a girl for the first time.

  I mean, the thing is, that's the one I wanted, too. The word 'wife' had set something off inside of me.

  Nik looked at me sincerely. “Oh god, just press on one of them, I just want to see.” she squealed.

  So I clicked on “Everything Goes.”

  And everything did, in fact, go in Haley's holes. Or rather, Paige's holes.

  First a man's large dick, and there was no telling if it was Mitch's or not. I could see Nik watching with a kind of specific curiosity, though. Was she sizing it up, trying to remember if it was the same cock she had seen the night before? Her interest in another man's cock sent a shudder through me.

  Then a nice close-up of the cock in Haley's pussy, and then her ass, but then...

  “Wow,” Nik breathed softly. “That's really...”

  Her voice trailed off.

  Paige was now literally taking all kinds of things into her holes, at once.

  I was stunned. My eyes were glued to the screen. It wasn't as if I had never watched this exact scene in a porno before. It was just...well, as Nik had pointed out, it was different if you knew the girl.

  We watched to the end, with an almost morbid fascination. It was shocking how much Paige could take It was even more shocking that Nik sat all the way through it.

  The video stopped, and the website helpfully produced a new selection of our neighbor's porn videos for us.

  I looked at Nik. Her mouth was open, aghast. “That was...I cannot believe that...Paige?” She shook her head. “Okay let's try another one.”

  She clicked on the kidnapping video before I could ask her, surprised, if she really meant that.

  *

  A man in a black suit, with a black mask over his face, came into the field of vision of the camera and knelt down so that he was looking into it. Behind him, Paige was tied to a chair, naked in all of her glory. She was sitting there so loosely tied and preposterously seductively, that I smiled and Nik gave a wet snort. I mean, it was silly, like all scripted porn was.

  The man's eyes were dark and so was his skin. “She can't hear you, if you're saying something. Now shut up and listen to me.”

  The video had suddenly taken on a twisted bit of theater, and I was intrigued. In fact, it was kind of fascinating that they had gone through all the trouble of scripting it so well. Very clever actually. I was now the husband, listening to a ransom video.

  The man placed his hands on Paige's shoulders and loosened the gag, so that it fell from her mouth. She started crying and saying, “Please, honey,” in a poorly acted but semi-convincing voice. In spite of how cheesy it was, I felt myself getting a little turned on by the idea of the story.

  The man grasped her hair and slapped her lightly on the cheek. “Shut up!” Paige whimpered and started sobbing softly to herself.

  Paige. She was so beautiful. Her big, full breasts were bare and heaving with her poorly acted sobbing (she in fact, if you looked too closely, seemed to be unable to contain her own amusement). But her face was wet with convincing tears, and the actor playing the kidnapper was actually quite menacing.

  “We have your wife, as you can see. And we'd like some money. It's a bargain really: If you pay us like we ask, we'll keep her mouth pristine for you.”

  Another character came onto the screen, and squeezed Paige's mouth at that moment.

  “Pay us a little more, we'll keep our cocks out of her cunt.” The other man, also deliciously dark (which was getting me stirred up in ways I had never before considered), began moving his hands all over Paige's body now. Down her bare shoulders, in between her legs where her bare snatch was off-camera. “And for another few hundred thousand dollars, we'll stay out of her ass. You can have your wife back, unopened, for just a few hundred thousand dollars. But, if you fail to comply with our rules, we'll take a little piece of her, one at a time. And the price will never go down, even if we do get our cocks wet. Got it?”

  I stole a glance at Nik. She was half-smiling, watching intently. Her expression was unreadable again.

  “Call the cops and we'll send you all the action on video, but you'll never see her again.”

  Nik sighed. I could tell she thought the story line was a little cliched.

  “First thing, as a little sample that you can follow instructions, I want you to wire me this amount of money.” He held up a piece of paper with $100,000 written on it.

  Nik reached out with impatience and fast-forwarded the video a little. “It's too silly,” she said dismissively.

  When the video played again, the “kidnapper” had taken out his enormous cock by now. It was a tremendous, veined, brown member, and thoroughly erect. Paige was shaking her head in theatrical defiance, and she pinched her mouth closed. The “kidnapper” moved the tip of his cock along her pursed lips. “Open up. Open it, honey,” he said. “Do it or this will all be over right now.”

  Paige closed her eyes, in a moment of decent acting, and then opened her big, red mouth. The man pushed inside of her, and her cheeks puffed out with the enormous slab of meat he shoved into her mouth. He tilted her head by grabbing her hair, and even though she was gagging, he went in deeper and deeper, until we could see the bulge of his cock straining through her neck and throat.

  Next to me, Nik trembled. But her eyes were locked on the screen and she was absorbed by what she was seeing, in one way or another.

  The kidnapper from the porno grasped Paige's hair and began to move her head back and forth, back and forth, over his gigantic member. Sticky, wet, slurping sounds were coming from the audio. It seemed like Paige could barely breathe, she had so much dick in her mouth and her throat.

  I didn't really wan to be, but I was transfixed by how open her mouth was, how spread her lips were, red and perfect against the dark purple of the man's
huge cock. In and out, until I could see that he was tensing his muscles and getting ready to come, then he pulled his cock out so that just the tip was in her mouth. I saw the white cum splashing all over her lips, onto her cheeks. So much of it, until she was sticky and glistening with his semen, like icing on a little cake. She gasped for air and he tilted her head toward the camera. Her eyes were wet and reddened, and mascara streamed down her face. There was white cum all over her mouth, dripping down her face and mixing with the spit and tears.

  And me? What did I think about all of this?

  I let myself get carried away with the story, thinking this was Nik, not Paige...Nik getting used like a little whore.

  I looked at Nik as the scene paused a little to change, indicating that some time was taking place in the narrative. Her face was flushed, and her lips were parted in an expression that, again, was impossible to read. Was she turned on? Disgusted? I couldn't tell.

  The truth was, it turned me on, no matter what the answer to that question was.

  The video lost a little bit of steam with a hasty succession of story-line shots: the man wired the money and got back online to negotiate with the kidnappers.

  Nik clicked ahead.

  In the scene that filled the screen, Paige was tied to a chair.

  She had a sexy, sensual smile. She licked her lips, like a porn star would on a shoot.

  The first man, whose black-clad torso and hips were already on screen, unzipped his pants and was guiding his big, dripping cock toward her mouth. This time she looked right at him, looked right at his cock as though it were a nibble of some delicious food someone had offered her. And then she stuck out her tongue and started to lick him. Smiling, purring, licking her lips to get him wetter and wetter at the tip of his huge purple cock.

  And then she turned to the other one, another gigantic black man with a cock that was as long as the other's but somehow, almost impossibly, thicker. He was moving toward her, stroking his own cock to get it ready for her. She opened her mouth to lick him as well. She placed her plump red lips around the tip of his shaft and sort of popped the air around them, smiling and moaning a little. “