Nikita Gets In Too Deep: A Hotwife Exploration

by Arnica Butler

Then I saw her movement, and I heard the sound of her voice.

  Crying out, orgasmically. “Oh, fuck!”

  Ice-cold water filled my veins, and I jerked my head toward the sound.

  It took a few seconds to process the picture, and relief washed over me quickly, then a wave of disappointment (for I had been, while jealousy and fear coursed through me, also getting excited). The TV was on, a video playing, and it took a second to realize it was the video, and Nik was watching it. The back of her head was against the couch.

  Fearfully, and I must also admit a little hopefully, I stepped forward to see her full body, almost hoping or expecting to see a head rise from between her legs. Nik looked up at me. Her fingers were in her panties, and her face was flushed with a nearing orgasm. She closed her eyes, holding a finger up to indicate she wasn't finished. Her fingers moved rapidly beneath the fabric of her panties, and her lips parted as she let out a puff of air when she came. Her hand dropped next to her, found the stop button on the remote, and the video disappeared.

  “You're home early,” she murmured, without opening her eyes.

  “I felt...sick...”

  I was confused. Unsure of what to say. Nik's behavior was, to say the least, a little strange. It was hot, but so strange it made me a little dizzy.

  I was also a little sick, and that wasn't helping me with any of this.

  I looked at her face.

  In truth, even with eyes closed like this on the couch, she did not seem like the same woman I had married. Her body seemed to have transformed, as had her way of moving. Even resting, as she was, she was radiating a different quality, a more sexual quality.

  I rubbed my eyes. I wasn't thinking straight.

  I started to go to the bedroom.

  “Cole?” Nik said, although by now I think even in my own mind I had begun to think of the woman I was sharing a condo with as Nikita.

  “Yeah?”

  “When you get up make sure to remind me, I have something I want to run by you.”

  21 THE PLAN

  “No way,” I said, shaking my head. “No. It's too much.”

  Nikita leaned over the kitchen counter. Her arms were bare and a slinky tank-top with a droopy neckline gave a glorious view of her breasts all the way to her nipples. She was wearing bangly bracelets – another unusual touch for Nik – and they scraped the countertop as she slid her arms across to run her fingertips over my forearm.

  “Honey,” she said. “Don't forget our agreement. I haven't.”

  I shook my head.

  “Would it be different if you could come?” she said finally.

  I nodded.

  This made her recoil, and she sat back up in her chair defiantly. “Then,” she said very slowly. “It's not fair for you to say I can't go.”

  I felt like I got whiplash. “Huh?”

  “Look,” she said leaning forward. “We have rules. You remember? And the agreement was, I would do what you wanted, which I did. And then I get what I want. And what I want is to make a video and post it on the internet. If you'd be okay with this if you could go with me, and you're not because you can't, then you're being an ass. You aren't trusting me to hold up my end of the bargain, which is bullshit, because I trusted you.”

  I narrowed my eyes.

  What was under discussion was an offer, from Paige and Mitch of all people, to go and visit them in L.A.. I had felt relief when those two had driven off, and here they were back in our lives.

  “Maybe make your video,” were the exact words of the email from Paige, which I had read and re-read a dozen times by now.

  I was invited, of course, the email had gone on to say.

  But I couldn't go. I was stuck in Canada if I wanted to keep working and not have my residency application set back a hundred years.

  Nikita folded her arms across her chest. “Look, Cole...everything we're doing here is about trust, right?”

  I sighed. “I know, Nik. I know that. But this is just...too far.”

  She tapped her fingers on her arms. “How so?” she challenged. “Explain how this is 'too far.' The rules are, I don't sleep with Mitch. We tell each other everything. I get to make a video, and the only thing we said about that was, I had to hide my face. It can't be someone we know...” she was holding up her fingers to count off the rules of our agreement, and now she pulled her hand back into a fist. “That's it. And this doesn't break any of those rules. Does it?”

  I stared at her. The now-familiar pangs of jealousy and lust were pounding through my body. My chest felt like someone was standing on it, and my cock was going wild with excitement.

  “No, but...”

  Nikita slid off her chair and came around the kitchen island to me. She slid one arm over my shoulder and with the other hand she found my cock, the great betrayer of my true desires. She rubbed it, and I responded with an uncontrolled flex. “I know you're just worried because I'll be there all by myself,” she warbled in my ear, sending prickles down my neck and my spine. “Maybe you're a little bit jealous that I'm going to be in the sun, at a real beach, having fun...” she squeezed my cock through my boxers. “But you just have to trust me.”

  *

  The next three days went by in a blur.

  Nikita called me, as promised, when she arrived in L.A.. The conversation was an ordinary one: Paige had picked her up from the airport, and driven with her laid-back surfer attitude in a topless jeep on the terrifying freeways in L.A.. Nik had been certain she was going to die.

  They had the cutest little place. Well, actually, it was huge. But charming.

  “So it seems like...I don't know...okay?” I had asked, slightly dazed.

  “It's fine,” Nik had said. “Please stop worrying. We're just going to the beach, going shopping, doing ordinary stuff.”

  I wanted to ask about the video, but my voice was caught in my throat.

  “Nik,” I said instead. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, honey. Please stop worrying, okay? Everything is going to be fine. It's not like some crazy sex dungeon here or anything.”

  I laughed. It was what I had been imagining.

  “Okay. Just...remember the rules, okay?” I said.

  She didn't hesitate, and her voice was soothing. “I won't forget them, Cole. I love you. Now go to bed.”

  *

  The next day she called in the afternoon. Four hour behind me, she had just woken up. They'd had a party the night before, she had met all kinds of interesting people. Nothing had happened. They had planned to make the video that night but the party had kind of gotten out of hand, and they had forgotten about it.

  The days were torment for me. I had to be at the bakery at 5am. I worked blindly, my mind filling with fantasies of Nik, drinking and smoking pot with Mitch and Paige, surrounded by tanned, porn-star men and women. By seven, I was already imagining orgies centered around my wife, and the idea was as intoxicating as it was troublesome. I could barely make it home, riding uncomfortably on a bike, to jerk off in the shower.

  On Saturday, she didn't call me at all. I left two messages on her phone, and I called ten or so times, but I restrained myself from doing anything more. I knew I had to simply let my wife do whatever she was going to do. I had to trust her to only break the rules of our marriage that we had agreed to break.

  She called very early in the morning on Sunday. Some quick math informed me that it was three in the morning in L.A.. Her voice was slurred, and she had the hopeless giggle she acquired whenever she got really drunk.

  “Sounds like you're having fun,” I said, trying to sound neutral.

  Nik sighed. “Listen,” she said. “I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls...we were, you know, busy.”

  I felt my cock stiffen. “Busy, huh?” I said. I was trying not to sound like an overeager teenager.

  “Mmhmm,” Nik purred. “That kind of busy.”

  An involuntary, low gasp escaped my mouth. My hand was headed toward my cock. “So you did it?” My
attempts not to sound desperate were pointless, I realized, and I resolved to give up.

  “Mmhmm,” Nik repeated. “And don't worry. I wore a...one of those...” she broke off in a giggle, one that sounded distracted, as though there were a lot of other people around her, listening, and one of them had maybe begun to stroke her thigh…maybe Mitch, that stupid fuck, with his beady, hungry eyes trained on her, sucking her in...

  She cleared her throat. “A...what is it? I'm sorry, I had a lot to drink afterward to celebrate. Mitch is editing it right now. It should be up in like an hour or so.” There was a pause. “A masquerade mask!” she screamed, suddenly. “That's it.”

  I was stroking my cock now. “And so...how was it?” I croaked, unable to hide my need to hear about it. “What did you do?”

  A laugh, the likes of which I had never heard before, escaped Nik's throat. It was a deep, sexy laugh, a sort of slap-in-the-face kind of laugh, but at the same time fun. “It'll be up soon, Cole. Why don't you just watch it?”

  I was silent.

  “I don't want to ruin the fun of anticipating anything for you,” she said.

  “But just tell me something,” I panted. “Who did you...what happens…?”

  I could almost see Nik's face through the phone as she smiled. Her smile changed the shape of her breath, and I knew she was standing with one hand on her hip, her eyes lit up with that devious, sexual energy. The thought of her expression alone almost sent me over the edge.

  “Just some guy,” she said.

  “Did he have...a big...cock?” I couldn't believe my own perversion as I began to stroke myself furiously.

  Nik let me wait, and then she growled: “Huge.”

  She gave it a moment to sink in, for my mind to conjure images of her last escapades, of my imagination to kick into overdrive, and then she said, cheerful as pie: “Look for it to come up. My user name is 'SlutWifeNextDoor.'” She let out a light laugh here. “Mitch's idea. I have to go darling. See you tomorrow.” A kiss into the phone, much too loud, nearly shattered my eardrum. But I didn't care, because my cum was boiling at the base of my cock and I was about to burst all over the couch.

  The line was dead when I came to my senses, and so I hung up the phone and went to my computer, where I was going to spend the next six hours searching desperately for my own slutwife, and her very first porn video.

  22 SLUTWIFE NEXT DOOR

  I refreshed the page and searched desperately, between pacing around the apartment, for the next six hours. I tried to steady myself with some drinks, but I ended up just making myself sleepy. The anticipation was too much to bear for such a long time. I lay down on the couch, just to rest my eyes.

  When I woke up, it was three in the morning. I was disoriented. I felt hungover, I had no idea what time it was. I looked at an empty bottle of vodka and slowly the memory of the afternoon, and of my wife's bad behavior, began to rise up in my mind. I lunged at the computer.

  I typed slutwifenextdoor into the search engine, and the video appeared.

  NEW! The site declared.

  I stared. The thumbnail of the video was obscene. Unbelievable.

  I rubbed my eyes.

  The thumbnail showed an enormous cock, buried inside of…

  Was I seeing this right?

  Buried inside a woman's ass?

  It looked like Nik's ass.

  But surely I was seeing this wrong.

  I looked down at the user name again.

  SlutWifeNextDoor.

  Then I felt another electric shock traveling through me. Cold and hot. My face flushed and my skin began to churn, while ice seemed to encrust my insides.

  There were already dozens of comments.

  I scanned them and my cock began to throb. My stomach twisted. I'd fuck her tight ass anytime; If this your wife your one lucky man; this little slut can take a lot of cock; excellent dirty wife takes it all…

  On and on.

  I looked over the string of tags beneath the thumbnail. I wasn't sure why I was doing this: to torture myself, or to drag out the anticipation even more. I couldn't even decide, and I still can't, if it was turning me on or making me ill. My eyes zeroed in on the tag, first time anal.

  I clicked on the user profile.

  Hi! I'm Veronica and I've been a good wife for nearly ten years. Now I want to try some new cock. Come with me on my adventures. Xoxo.

  Jesus.

  It was obscene. So...lewd, so filthy.

  So fucking hot.

  So I did the only thing left to do.

  I played the video.

  *

  I was mildly surprised to see Paige at the beginning of the video, though I realized soon after that it really wasn't surprising at all.

  “Hey,” she was saying, almost as though she was caught mid-sentence, in her laid-back surfer voice. She was sitting, as though for a formal interview, except that she had no shirt on, and the beautiful swells of her breasts looked even larger than usual. Her nipples looked engorged. “It's Haley, and I have something special for you.”

  It was so terribly cliched, the way she was talking. Inwardly, I rolled my eyes a little, but there was no cynicism from my cock, which was responding exactly the way “Haley” wanted me to: pulsing and hardening.

  “Today,” she continued, and stretched out her arm, “I have a new friend.”

  The screen filled up as another person came to sit next to Paige-Haley, and even though I knew it was going to be my wife, I was still stabbed through the chest by the sight of her. She was wearing a black masquerade mask that covered the top half of her face, which I suppose obscured her nose and her eyes enough to hide that it was her from the general population.

  But I knew it was her. That was my wife. Her sweet mouth, her slender frame, her bare, supple breasts, and her small chocolate nipples. My extremities (except for my cock) went numb with the shock of it, even though I had known this was coming.

  This was the internet. This was XXXStream, and the woman on the screen was my wife.

  “This is my friend….” Paige hesitated, and Nikita smiled.

  “Veronica.,” she said, sexily, and I felt another painful knife of half-terror slice through me as she pronounced the “-nic-” with extra emphasis.

  Paige tipped her head back and gave a throaty laugh of appreciation for Nikita's little joke, her little flirtation with danger. “Yes, Veronica. And Veronica has to keep her face hidden, which is such a shame, because people think she's a very conservative housewife, don't they?”

  Nikita nodded, and smiled.

  “But you're not really, are you?” Paige asked Nikita, and she moved her hand up to Nik's chest and began to trail her fingers down my wife's breasts, spending extra time on her nipples, swirling around them until they popped up into hard pebbles. Nik shook her head.

  “You're actually a little naughty, aren't you?” Paige said.

  Nik bit her lip, as though she simply couldn't say.

  “Well,” Paige said cheerfully. “Let's see just how naughty you can be, shall we?”

  After that, things moved very quickly. The camera must have moved away, because the scene suddenly became much larger, and a man was almost immediately standing in front of my wife. I could see only the back of him: his buttocks, very fit and porn-star-ish, and then his long, erect cock, extending almost impossibly in front of him for inches and inches.

  I was impressed: this man's cock was maybe not as long as Andre's, but it was much thicker. It was the fattest cock I had ever seen, in any porn, anywhere.

  Paige was now stroking Nik's hair, and she reached out her hand to grasp the big cock in front of her. I shuddered with perverse pleasure as Paige guided the fat slab toward my wife's face. Nik opened her mouth, and behind the black mask her eyes flitted upward to look at the man whose cock she was about to suck. Paige pushed her head forward lightly, and in the big cock went.

  Paige was smiling as she pushed Nik's head further and further down the man's cock. “That's it
,” she said. Paige looked up at the man and smiled. “I don't know,” she mused. “It seems like maybe she's had a big cock in her mouth before.”

  My wife's mouth was filled now, stretched open as wide as it could go. She was blinking rapidly and struggling to manage breathing and taking more of the big cock into her mouth.

  “Is that the biggest cock you've ever had in your mouth?” a male voice, evidently the owner of the gigantic dick, said.

  Another wave of utterly perverse excitement seared through me as Nik nodded, her nostrils flaring as she struggled to breathe. Paige smiled, and pushed her head forward a little more.

  “You're not having too much trouble getting a big cock in your mouth,” he continued. “Maybe you've done that before. Does you husband have a huge cock?”

  Paige pulled Nik's head back and she gasped for air as the gigantic member flopped from her mouth. The man held his own dick and rubbed it along Nik's lips. She licked at the glistening crown with her tongue as she answered. “Not this big,” she panted.

  “So you've had some other practice then?” he growled, and Nik nodded as Paige pushed her down onto his cock again, this time further, and Nik's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she probably gagged on the enormous piece of meat.

  “Oh yeah,” the man said. “She's a dirty little slut, you can tell. You can tell she's had some practice.”

  Nik looked up at him, and nodded slightly, though she couldn't move her head much because of the fat cock in her mouth.

  “You like sucking cock, then?”

  Nik nodded.

  “Why don't you show me how much you like it, you dirty little slut?”

  Nik began to bob her head along the length of the big cock. She had to gasp for air occasionally, and when she did, saliva dribbled onto her chin. She gobbled and slobbered and sucked the man's fat member like the dirtiest imaginable whore. Paige watched with amusement, and her sexy grin was so obscenely hot I didn't even know where to focus my attention.

  Nik was taking a breath and looking up at the man, when, in a typical sloppy editing job that comes with amateur porn, the scene abruptly changed, and Nik was on all fours on the same black leather couch. Now the man was on his knees behind her, and he was going in, heading for my wife's pussy with that gigantic piece of meat held in his hand.