A Conventional Hotwife

by Arnica Butler

  Call from Kate 3:15 pm

  Call from Kate 3:15pm

  Without thinking, I called Kate.

  The phone rang, the loud, singular tone echoed in my ears. Over and over.

  No answer.

  The phone disconnected with its characteristic chirrup.

  I stared at the time. 5:28pm. Mentally, I struggled with the two hour time change and the math.

  13 minutes had passed since she called me.

  I called again, my eyes getting blurry with desperation as I waited for the inevitable: the clang of the call ending.

  No answer.

  No answer from Kate.

  No video from Kate, who was probably wildly fucking Kyle right now. And I was so close. So close to seeing it all. If I just hadn't turned my fucking phone off.

  “Fuck!” I said again.

  I opened a bottle of vodka and paced the room. I tried her phone again. I sent her a text message. I called her on Skype. I drank a small bottle each time I did this, until I was so bleary-eyed and dull-headed that I had to sit down in a corner chair.

  “Fuck,” I repeated.

  And then I closed my eyes.

  I woke up around 8:30 with a start. I sat up.

  I looked around me. Jesus, what a micro-bender I had gone on. I threw the bottles in the wastebasket and opened my computer.

  Then I heard it again. The sound that had woken me up.

  Knocking.

  “Paul!” The door jiggled. More knocking.

  Slowly, the events of the afternoon came back to me. I hurried to the door.

  Kate was outside. Her face was a mixture of concern and fury. As she looked me up and down, relief and anger took their place. She closed the door behind her. “What the fuck, Paul? Where have you been?”

  I ran my fingers through my hair. “It's such a long story.”

  “Are you wasted?” she said incredulously.

  I motioned drunkenly to the computer. “I missed you...I had my phone off...”

  Kate shook her head. “I know. I tried calling you...what happened to your plan? Why did you have your phone off?”

  She had her hand on her hip.

  I just shook my head. It was all so difficult to explain at that moment. “I turned it off...I went to presentations this morning.”

  She snorted. “You must have been the only one there. What'd you do that for?”

  I shook my head.

  Then I remembered what I had missed. A breath of jealousy inflated me, almost like someone was breathing life into me. “So?” I said. “What happened?”

  Kate drummed her fingers over her hip. “Well...” she said. “You missed it, didn't you?”

  Her words cut through me.

  “I saw you. At the pool.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “What? So you...why didn't you get up here and get on Skype then?”

  “I just ran into you there. I thought...” I looked at the ceiling. “I don't know. Mike came by, you disappeared, my phone was still off...”

  Kate's face seemed to be tightening up.

  It sounded pretty stupid, as I stood there explaining it to her.

  But she softened almost instantly. She leaned toward me and straightened up my collar. “There's still tonight,” she said.

  I was suddenly aware of what Kate was wearing. A black cocktail dress clung to her body. A deep gash in the material sliced through the center of her breasts, revealing her skin and a hint of the shape of her tits. A sprinkling of sequins glittered against her chest. I looked down. The dress came to her knees, hugging her figure all the way there. It conformed stunningly to the hourglass shape of her body.

  But most importantly, or most disturbingly, or most erotically – it all depended on how I looked at it at any given moment – she was wearing it. She was carrying off a dress like that as though she wore one all the time.

  Kate was clutching a purse. “I'm going by my room right now. Answer the call this time. And then I have to get back.”

  She looked at me. “Hey!” she snapped her fingers. “Do you understand?”

  “Back to what?” I said, still a little hypnotized by her dress.

  “The party. I don't know. It's some dinner thing.” She laughed. “Look at your schedule for once...God, you have to be the only person who went to those stupid presentations and not the party with the open bar. Someone's going to think you're on the wagon. Or you have a head injury.”

  “They'll smell me,” I said, hiccuping for extra effect.

  Kate shook her head, but she smiled.

  I looked around. “And what do I do?” I said.

  “Answer the phone...Skype, whatever. This time, answer. I'm going to my room and calling you right now. And then wait for me to come back. With Kyle. To my room, I mean. Like we planned.”

  She looked at me.

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Don't screw it up this time,” she joked.

  I held up my crossed fingers.

  She leaned in and kissed me. I felt myself awakening from my groggy state. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her close to me. The full softness of her breasts pushed against my chest.

  She pulled away.

  “I really have to hurry up, or Kyle's going to wonder where I am.”

  She pecked me again on the cheek, and strutted out the door. She looked back at me. “You'll just have to wait,” she teased.

  I sat down and stared at the computer. Time seemed to stop. After three minutes that seemed like three years, staring at the icon on my desktop, I heard the sing-song announcement from Skype, and answered my wife's phone call.

  The screen was filled at first by her breasts, and the sequined lace flowers at the top of the dress. Then she backed up, and sat on the bed. “How's the view?” she said. She stretched out on the bed. “Can you see me?”

  “Uh...yeah,” I said. “You have that macro I wrote you, right, it's installed?”

  “You did that yourself,” she said dryly.

  “Is it working?”

  “Yeah, the screensaver's on.”

  Good, it was working.

  “Okay,” she said. “I have to go. Stay tuned...” Then she gave me a wicked smile.

  And then she was gone, and the only thing on the screen was the dimly backlit curtains of her room, above the bed where she was going to bring Kyle back to fuck him.

  *

  Mike sent me a flood of texts asking me why I wasn't at the party. I didn't answer the first few, and then sent what I hoped look like a feeble text, to tell him I was sick.

  [Mike]: Too sick to see kateorels dress her tits r everywhere

  And then a photo, blurry, taken surreptitiously, of Kate, across the table from him, her huge tits spread out like a sequined, glorious banquet, practically lying on the table like a main course.

  I ignored the text and stood up to pace the room.

  I felt like I was going to get torn apart by the two forces competing inside of me.

  One: I wanted desperately to see what my wife would do, there in her room when she knew the camera was on her with Kyle. After all of this teasing, all of this planning, all of these near-misses, I was going to fucking explode if I didn't get to see my wife with Kyle. I wanted to see it with my own eyes.

  Two: I had the feeling things were getting out of control. Sliding out of my grip. I felt like a man clinging to the edge of a cliff, watching his grip slowly come undone. Nothing to be done except to fall.

  I was so agitated I couldn't sit down. I eyed the booze fridge but decided against it. I stared at the computer screen as I paced the room.

  Should I go down there? Wouldn't the time go by faster if I could just see what she was doing right now? Other than shaking her tits all over the table at Mike?

  Still, if I left, I stood the chance of missing her again.

  Again.

  I sat back in the armchair in my room, eying the mini-fridge. Again. My wife had already slept with Mike twice.

  I let the f
ull weight of that settle into my body. It dragged my chest down to the ground, it stirred things up in my groin. I closed my eyes and pictured Kyle's hands all over her body by the pool. Dark against her pale skin, large enough that her pillowy tits were just a handful for him.

  It was too late to do anything about it. Too late to do anything but enjoy what I would see.

  Right?

  After all, this was just a game to Kathy. Or Kate. And she was doing it, I reminded myself, because I fucking asked her to.

  I stared at the screen.

  I stood up and started digging into the mini-fridge. I needed to calm my nerves.

  The minutes ticked by.

  The air conditioner in Kate's room hummed on and off. The curtains went dark and then I couldn't see anything except the vague outline of a the window behind them. The only thing convincing me her computer was still on was the timer counting down.

  9:41

  10:34

  I paced the room again.

  I sat back down.

  At 11:02, I heard a click. I had turned the sound up so loud I thought it came from my own room. I pulled the computer carefully over to the bed with me. I didn't want some crazy accident, like it getting unplugged and the battery suddenly being dead, cutting me off from what I had waited for so long.

  Kate's laugh faded from a giant's cackle to her sweet lilt as I tapped on the volume control. Carefully, my hands shaking, not wanting to do something in a hurry and lose my connection. My palms were sweating so much I left a damp circle on the mousepad where I had touched it.

  They were somewhere in the room, but I couldn't see them. I could only hear the smacking sounds of their mouths meeting, Kate's lips popping from inside of Kyle's generous mouth, panting, the ragged sighs of people about to fuck. Their shadows figures blocked the faint gray of the window.

  “Fuck, Kate,” I whispered aloud. “Turn on the light.”

  The sounds of their kissing died down, and then I heard Kyle suck in his breath. The motion that had been going on the room, presumably as they kissed and fumbled with each other's clothes, ceased.

  I strained into the darkness on the screen.

  No. She wouldn't do this to me would she? Teasing me by fucking him in the dark, so I couldn't see it?

  And then I heard it. I turned the volume up to be sure. The dull hum of the air conditioning filled the air, mingled with the same tone in my own room, and drove me batty.

  But below that sound was the distinctive sticky cack, slobbering wet slurp.

  A woman giving a man a blowjob.

  No doubt about it. My chest seized with pain.

  And then Kyle's low growl.

  And then the sound stopped.

  His breath grew ragged with disappointment.

  And then, suddenly, the screen glowed bright yellow.

  Kate's body filled the screen. She was on her knees on the bed. Her dress was gone, and she was wearing only a black thong, almost transparent over her snatch. The back of it was nestled prettily between her spherical cheeks. As she walked on her knees across the bed, I stared at the thin material, and her bare mound.

  But then, she kept walking herself to the right.

  Right off the screen.

  I clutched the screen with two hands. “I can't fucking see you, Kathy,” I hissed.

  On the screen, the only thing I had a view of was the back of Kate's head. Her hair, piled up in a formal updo, coming loose and springing bobby pins everywhere as the bright platinum strands moved slightly on the very edge of the screen.

  Back and forth.

  Slurping and sucking, I could hear those just fine.

  And then, a dark black hand settled into her platinum hair, and pulled her head forward, so that it disappeared off-screen again.

  I was burning up inside. I stared at the edge of the screen, as if by straining my eyes as I looked at it, I would somehow be privy to what was at the edge. I would be able to see just a little more. It was agonizing, hearing her, knowing that just a matter of inches would have let me see what I wanted to: her lips around this thick cock of Kyle's, his dark meat sliding in and out of her mouth.

  I heard Kate gasp, a sticky sound in the back of her throat.

  God, she wasn't going to do this to me, was she? She had to know I couldn't see her.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she said.

  My wife's voice, saying that, to another man, just out of my sights, sent a stab of intense pain through me. And excitement. My blood boiled.

  And then, slowly, almost so I couldn’t believe it was real, Kate was crabwalking across the screen again. On her back. As she crawled she wriggled free of the black thong. Indeed, she had somehow, somewhere here, gotten a full wax. The sight of her fully shaved snatch was so filthy I almost lost it right there.

  And then, coming into the scene slowly, inch by inch of taut black muscle, there he was.

  Kyle.

  He was walking with her on the bed, on his knees, toward her. And between his legs, his huge cock pointed straight at her. Shining with the spit from my wife's mouth. It bobbed lightly as he moved. It looked like a blunt instrument. I leaned toward the screen, attempting to see through the grainy transmission the detail I wanted. The shape of the veins and the twisted shape of the meat that would press against my wife, from the inside out.

  Kate leaned back on the bed. And then I watched, stupefied, as she reached for the heels of her shoes, still on her feet, and pulled her own legs apart. Her smooth white skin burst open in the center, and there was her dripping gash. I could hardly take my eyes off of her lewd pose. She gripped her heels and spread her legs wide.

  Wider.

  Wide apart, for another man.

  For the big, fat black cock that Kyle held in his hand and was guiding toward her.

  Now that he had his own huge hand around his cock, the size of it was clear. I recalled the big hands that swallowed up Kate's breasts, and I shuddered as I noticed that his hand was pretty much filled by his own girth.

  I leaned toward the screen, in futility, hoping to see in excruciating detail the sight of his cock sliding into Kate's pussy.

  Kate moaned as he slowly slipped inside of her. Then she let out a small cry and her legs began to tremble. She let go of one heel and her foot flailed around.

  “Get that hand back up there, hold those legs open for me baby,” Kyle directed her.

  My cock throbbed.

  Kate did as she was told, biting her lip and squirming beneath him.

  Her dropped leg gave me a nice view of exactly what I wanted: the thick black column embedded in her pussy, her lips wrapped tight around it. The shaft sinking in slowly.

  She pulled her leg up again, holding herself open for him. And then he began to fuck her in earnest. He slid his hands beneath her ass and gripped it so hard that I could see her flesh turning pink beneath his fingers. While Kate held her legs open he pulled her back and forth on his cock violently, using her ass as a handle to manipulate her like a doll. Kate began to moan, and then to scream, her voice broken into pulses by the rapid thrusting of her body up and down the length of Kyle's cock.

  It was obscene.

  I was unable to resist unzipping my pants. I grasped my own cock, and when Kate shrieked and let go of her legs, I knew she had come. I was rising to an orgasm, but then I saw that Kyle was nowhere near done with her yet. He let her squirm and shudder away, his cock still buried inside of her. He stopped moving and enjoyed the show of my wife flailing around, unable to contain her ecstasy.

  Painfully, I released my cock and sat there, panting. I didn't want to come before it was over.

  When Kate settled down, and breathed limply against the sheets, Kyle reached forward and grasped her hair again. I watched as she folded over, obedient to his whims, and got back on her hands and knees again.

  This time I got an excellent view of my wife, as she licked Kyle's cock clean of her own cum. She began at the base of his cock and ran her tongue along the leng
th to the glans. Kyle looked down at her, her head in his firm grip, letting her move up and down his shaft. “That's it,” he said. “Clean it all off.”

  I shuddered.

  When she had run her tongue along the length of his shaft on all sides, he lifted her by the hair so that her lips brushed the top of his shaft. And then she herself plunged down onto his cock.

  I stared at the sight. My wife's lips spread and her mouth opened wide for every. Last. Inch. Of his cock.

  All the way to the base.

  Watching her suck Kyle off, her throat moving in little spasms as she gagged on the huge piece of meat that she was taking all the way down her throat, I had a chilling thought:

  She seemed to have practiced this.

  This is what I had missed, perhaps, when she had fucked Kyle and I had missed it. Kyle teaching her to suck his cock like a professional.

  Kyle's body stiffened, and I was sure that I was about to watch him fill Kate's mouth with a load of his cum. I started to stroke myself again, ready to release my pent-up lust at the same time that Kyle came in my wife's mouth.

  But to my surprise, he lifted her away from his cock and placed his arms under hers, lifting her up and onto him. His fat prick disappeared inside of her cunt again, and his hands were everywhere, all over her body. He slid his fingers between her ample asscheeks and rubbed them in the slippery crack of her ass, streaking the cum and juices that had drained from her up and down her flesh.

  Kyle helped her, but it was Kate who began to ride him. She arched her back and tipped her head back. Her tits thrust upward and bounced right where Kyle could place his face in them, and he did, taking one of her hard, pebbled nipples in his mouth and biting it between his teeth as she bounced wildly up and down on his lap.

  Kate gasped and moaned, and her pitch became higher and higher pitched as she bounced. Her skin was wet with sweat and her hair stuck to her neck. Finally, she opened her mouth and screamed, her ass slapping against Kyle's thighs as she hammered herself on to her orgasm. And then he thrust upward, gripping her ass and pummeling his load deep inside of her.

  I came at that same moment. The orgasm was so intense I yelled.