Megyn For The Win: A Romantic Hotwife Novel

by Arnica Butler

  “Oh! Oh oh oh oh!” she said. She turned her head from side to side.

  “That’s it baby,” I heard him distinctly now.

  My thighs were burning, but a deeper force was driving me now. I watched the top of Megyn’s head, her eyes shut, going up and down on the wall until her hair was sticking to the marble, clearly soaked. And then her eyes opened, and I realized that she was coming: her mouth was open in a silent scream.

  And she saw me. She looked right at me, confused at first – as who wouldn’t be? I was in a ridiculous position – and then she just stared at me as Max continued to pound her, his actions invisible to me, except for the way her body slid up and down against the wall.

  When he came, he pushed into her and pushed her hands up against the wall. It seemed like an eternity that he was giving her short thrusts of the last bits of his cum, while she looked at me, smiling.

  They were separating their bodies, their faces coming together. Megyn’s hand slid down his neck, playing with the faint hairline where his ultra-short hair was growing out just a little. My thighs screamed at me and my foot slipped in warning.

  I strained to watch them, watch them as their faces met and they kissed, but I was going down, and if I didn’t put my foot down on the toilet I was going down hard.

  My legs were shaking as I climbed back onto my precarious perch. I stepped onto the floor.

  My cock was aching, and I had to do something about it. I was glad that the music and the laughter outside seemed to have changed not at all, as I took out my cock and jerked off, my eyes closed and my hand against the far wall, holding me up. I pictured nothing more than Megyn’s face, her eyes on mine, as Max pumped her full of cum.

  I don’t know how long I was in there. I sat down to catch my breath, took out my phone, typed a text to Megyn, deleted it.

  I typed another:

  [Me]: that was hot

  and sent it, immediately regretting it.

  The truth was, I had wanted more.

  People filled my stall as soon as I left, four of them, looking eager for something. I looked behind me to the second stall. The door was closed but a pair of red stilettos were visible below. I walked in a daze out to the hallway, my eyes searching for Megyn, for Max’s dark head.

  I went upstairs, and worked my way to the railing. Max was there but Megyn was not. I texted her:

  [Me]: where are you?

  No response came, and soon I saw her coming up the stairs – I had no idea from where – and she sat down next to another woman. Max was talking to his cadre of friends again.

  I watched and I watched, but nothing changed or happened. It was a peculiar kind of letdown, or voyeurism.

  Finally, I went down stairs for a drink.

  When I came back to my post, they were gone.

  15: MEGYN’S WIN

  I walked back toward the hotel.

  I was stone-cold sober, I realized, and that wasn’t helping me at all. The disappointment that was coursing through me was unbearable.

  I had missed my chance.

  I tried to console myself with the images I did have, and by thinking about how I could make Megyn tell me all about what she got up to tonight when she came back. I could fuck her with my fingers and feel how stretched out she was, feel the slimy wetness of another man’s cum in her pussy. I could stare at her gaping asshole, if she went that far. I could get her to tell me all about it.

  But I had wanted so much more.

  It was a tasty pain, thinking about her hair moving up and down the wall, sweaty and sticking to the marble. I could fill in the image I didn’t get a chance to see: her dress hiked up around her waist, her bare pussy being probed and plundered by the thick black column of Max Riley’s meat. His cum filling her up, overflowing, gushing out of her pussy as he let his cock flop from inside of her.

  His mouth moving against her ear, whispering to her that there was more where that came from.

  His cum slick between her thighs as she walked around for the rest of the night, Max looking at her smugly, knowing that the way she sat, a little uncomfortable, squirming on the couch, was his doing.

  I found a bar – a run-down Irish bar, a hole in the wall, a place where people stared at me when I went in, and ordered three shots of vodka. This made the dreary-looking loners in the bar look away from me: I was a man who needed to chase something down.

  Then I went back to the hotel, to lie on the hotel bed and replay my loss over and over again.

  Don’t get me wrong, it was still hot. I still jerked off and I still replayed it, my cock twitching back to life afterward. It still twisted in my gut when I thought of it. It was still a thrill.

  But I was disappointed. Still hungry. Unsatisfied.

  I ended up digging into the mini-bar, drinking until I could feel my eyelids closing. Until my heart rate finally grew slower.

  I must have drifted off, because the next thing I heard was the click of the door.

  Megyn was wearing a pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt. She nudged the end of the bed.

  I looked at the clock. 12:17.

  “We have to check out,” I said stupidly, my mind muddled. I was trying to capture the last events of the evening, but they were flying around in my mind like scraps of paper in a windstorm..

  Megyn smiled. “I got another day.”

  My mind raced. Why was she wearing these pants? Where was her dress. My eyes fell on a shopping bag on the floor next to the hallway.

  I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I held my head, trying to get my bearings.

  I was groggy. Hung over.

  And then the events of the evening started to assemble into a picture.

  “Why are you wearing that?” I said.

  Megyn smiled. “I messed up my dress. Max had some stuff lying around.”

  “Max,” I muttered.

  Megyn made a face. “Are you disappointed about last night?” she said.

  I couldn’t read her tone.

  I shrugged. “No. No… no, of course not.” I didn’t want to make her feel bad.

  “Not at all?”

  Now her tone was weird, almost like she wanted me to be disappointed.

  I shook my head slowly. I wasn’t sure where this was going.

  Megyn pulled on the metal zipper of the sweatshirt. She was naked beneath it. She let it fall from her shoulders, and she slipped something out of the pocket as it did.

  “Because frankly I thought it was a little disappointing,” she said.

  She held her phone in her hand, and I stared disbelievingly, unable to think, as she twisted the yoga pants over her hips and down her legs until they fell into a pile around her feet. She stepped out of them, completely naked.

  I could smell him on her. She had complied with my wishes and come to me without taking a shower, his sweat still plastered to her skin, filling her pores. His cum still dripping from inside of her.

  “So, I thought of a way to make it up to you.”

  I sucked in my breath. I didn’t know what to say or do. Megyn was smiling at me, holding the phone, her face full of mischief. She had a control over me that she had never had before, and she knew it. She climbed onto the bed on her knees and settled into a crouch.

  Between her legs, I could see her bare pussy, her gash definitively used and abused, her inner lips still wet, the landing strip above her gash full of hardened globs of cum, or whatever she had gotten into. Her nipples looked as though they’d been pinched hard; they were red and fatter than normal.

  But Megyn was now swiping her fingers over the phone. “Do you want it?” she said casually, and then she looked up at me. “Do you want to see my surprise?”

  I didn’t know. Jesus, of course I did. No, I didn’t.

  My insides twisted with uncertainty, my temperature rose. My blood was boiling, pulsing through my body and echoing in my ears.

  Her phone. What could she have in a phone?

  It was too much to hope for.

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p; She crawled toward me on all fours. I almost recoiled from her, she was so terrifying. A sheen of dried cum was on her shoulder, and she smelled like sex. Her hair was wild, I was just noticing, and she was the embodiment of my fantasies, yet her wild-eyed look was almost too potent.

  This was not my wife.

  “I felt so bad about what happened at the club,” she said, and sat up to play with the phone again. “That I did something very naughty.”

  She pulled back the sheet I was under and clawed at my boxers with one hand. My cock was already pointing straight up, staining the fabric with my precum.

  I was paralyzed. I just watched her, still half-asleep maybe. Maybe I believed I was half-asleep.

  She took my hand and put the phone in it.

  A frame of a video, and the triangle to play it, were on the screen. Yellows and browns splashed in a blur across the screen: I stared at it uncomprehendingly.

  I felt Megyn’s hand on my cock. I looked down at her, and she had lowered herself so that her mouth was close to my dick.

  She smiled. Smugly. “Press play,” she said.

  My hand was shaking. It took two tries to get the video going.

  The sound was unmistakable, even as the picture remained completely blurred. “Pleeease,” Megyn’s voice was whining. Panting. Skin sticking together. A man and a woman fucking. Like the beginning of every cheap porn video.

  I felt Megyn’s tongue on the tip of my cock. She pressed the blade flat against it, and when I looked down it looked exactly like she was licking an ice cream cone. But then she started to draw her tongue back and forth in this lewd way she had never done before. Her mouth was wet and hot, and the heat of it radiated down my shaft.

  I didn’t know where to look.

  “I felt so bad,” Megyn said, and her voice was hot and vibrating on the crown of my cock, as she enclosed me and then swirled her tongue around the glans. It was wriggling, moving like a beached fish, driving me wild.

  And the video, still in my hand, Megyn’s voice saying something. “I want it, please, just do it for me, we can delete it later, I want to see your cock in my ass.”

  I looked down at my wife – my real-life wife – to see her smile just before sucking the crown of my cock into her mouth.

  I almost dropped the phone.

  “Watch the video,” she said.

  The discussion on the video seemed to be over. The blurriness ceased, the picture took form. Megyn continued to moan and wail, “oh, oh my… oh god.” In real life, my cock sank into her mouth, and her lips slid down the length of my shaft.

  My eyes widened.

  The image on the screen was of Megyn’s ass. The two pretty hills of porcelain white. The small birthmark, faintly caramel-colored and shaped like a diamond, on her right asscheek, clearly visible.

  And between her legs, buried in her ass, a long, thick black shaft.

  I remembered the sight of her tiny hole wrapped airtight around my own cock, which was only half the size. How tight, how hot had it been inside of her?

  Max Riley’s cock was twice the thickness (or so it seemed), and here it was, pistoning in and out of Megyn’s ass, a sticky sound occasionally making it to my ears over her moaning.

  And then Max’s voice: “That’s it baby, oh, fuck, you’re so tight. Fuck that feels good. Mmmm.”

  He held the camera steady, making sure to get nothing that would identify himself in the shot, just his cock, in and out, in and out of Megyn’s tight hole.

  “Make yourself come for me,” Max said.

  At this point, Megyn in my room took my whole cock into her mouth. My free hand flew to her head, and I doubled over to try and suppress the boiling orgasm threatening to burst right then and there.

  I wanted to see the rest.

  “Don’t move,” I said, and I felt Megyn comply, smiling, my cock in her throat. I could feel her struggling to breathe against my pelvis, her mouth stuffed with my dick.

  And on the video, her ass getting pounded, the rim redder in every frame. Her panting, moaning getting more high pitched. “That’s it, that’s it, I can feel you’re gonna come, that’s it,” Max was saying.

  I heard my wife squeal on the video, and then Max stopped fucking her and let her twist and squirm as she moaned with her wild orgasm, her ass massaging his cock as she twisted around.

  “Here, put your hand up here. That’s it. Get the other one. You want a video let’s do it right.”

  I watched as Max’s dark hands moved Megyn’s into position, palms against her buttocks. There was nothing else in the frame, but it was easy to imagine her, face and chest pressed to the bed, ass in the air, Max’s huge black body behind her, impaling her with the enormous veined cock that plunged in and out of her on screen now.

  “Fuck!” I shouted, as I lost control. Megyn in real life had begun to dart her tongue around, making circles around my cock, and I went over the edge without warning.

  I held the phone as my orgasm pumped out of me in waves, stronger than anything I had ever experienced. All into Megyn’s mouth, just pouring myself into her throat while I watched Max Riley’s cock thrust deep into her, completely buried.

  The two of them yelled out from the phone, and he remained inside of her, dumping his seed into her ass.

  I dropped the phone as Megyn wickedly made her way up the length of my shaft, licking up the cum that had escaped her throat, cleaning off every inch of my shaft and sending almost painful jolts of pleasure through me.

  “There’s more,” she said, gently pressing her teeth into the tip of my cock and looking at me.

  I held up the phone, my whole body shaking.

  A final second of footage remained, and it burned its way through my mind.

  Megyn’s gaping asshole, Max’s cum dripping from it, just as mine had. Only her ass was stretched out so much more it defied the imagination.

  “Did you like it?” Megyn said, crawling up next to me.

  My mouth was hanging open and I wasn’t able to answer. Instead, I just breathed through my mouth like an idiot and nodded.

  “It’s not too much?” she said.

  She didn’t sound very uncertain, but I didn’t care much about whether or not she was teasing me, or had gotten too wild, or anything at all.

  I was hoping I didn’t have a heart attack.

  “I’m so tired,” she said after a while.

  And then, lying there together, we fell asleep.

  When we woke up, Megyn rolled over onto her stomach and gave a languid, feline stretch. “Okay,” she said. “I think I need a shower. Do you want room service?”

  “I… yeah, okay...”

  “Order me something amazing,” she said, and slid off the end of the bed. I watched her in awe as she went to the bathroom.

  I busied myself with the room service order, getting her one of everything that I thought would make her happy. Pancakes in bear shapes, deep-fried pickles. Chicken Caesar salad.

  She came out shortly thereafter and hopped on the bed.

  But something was troubling me. I picked up her phone.

  “This was an amazing surprise,” I said.

  Megyn squinted at me. “But?”

  I willed myself to shut up. No buts. Don’t say anything else.

  “But… how’d you get it? I thought he didn’t let anyone film him?” I said.

  Megyn smiled. “My charms.”

  I waved the phone in the air. “This could be very valuable -”

  Megyn snatched the phone away from me. I was stunned, so I didn’t react at first. She tapped it in her hand. “We watch it one more time,” she said. “And then I’m deleting it.”

  “What?” I said. Disappointment went bashing through me again.

  She shook her head. “I feel bad enough about what I did to get him to do it,” she said. “And I said I’d erased it. I even tricked him by showing him a different app for storing videos… no, I feel too shitty.”

  Setting all my disappointment aside, my c
ock thought of a few tasty questions. “Did you watch it with him?”

  Megyn looked up at me, and her face was smiling, She had her mouth open, she was about to tell me.

  But then she paused, and snapped her mouth shut. She cocked her head. “I think… I’m going to save that one,” she said,

  “What?” I snapped.

  “For later,” she said, shrugging. She handed the phone back to me. “I don’t know if there’ll be any more material...”

  She watched me as I tried in vain to unlock her phone.

  When I looked at her she smiled.

  “No more material,” I said, and there was almost a whine to my voice.

  “For now,” she said. “Who knows. Max is going back to LA for a long time.”

  I stared at her. How could she be so casual, so take-it-or-leave it?

  But she was. She had already hopped up and started packing her things away, her face neutral as though it were an ordinary day.

  “You don’t want to see him again?” I said.

  She didn’t even react. She gave a shrug and tucked something into the outer pocket of her suitcase. “I mean, if it comes up.” Then she looked up at me. “What?” she said. “I thought this was the plan all along. Just fun… not anything serious.”

  I sat down. I wasn’t sure what I was after. “I know… I just… expected you to be a little more blown away by Max Riley. I mean, he’s Max Riley.”

  Megyn put her hand on her hip. “Is this a serious conversation?” she said finally.

  I shrugged. I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about, to be honest.

  “But I did this all for you,” she said. She sat down next to me. “It was because… you know… this was the plan.”

  I looked at her.

  “I love you,” she said.

  I almost broke apart then, but I kept it together pretty well. As the urge to start crying hit me right through the chest – which I covered up pretty well, by pulling Megyn in close to me and breathing into her ear that I loved her – I realized that this was what I had been seeking all along.