My Princess: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  Good. Talk about poetic justice.

  “So do you want to get the fuck away from our half of the party or are you going to stick around and cause some more trouble?”

  The guy looked to Melody who I could sense standing behind me. To be honest I was a little surprised that she hadn’t stepped in to say something. The way she was acting earlier I figured she wouldn’t care for me getting in this guy’s face. Even if there wasn’t a chance I wasn’t going to get into this guy’s face. Someone had to show him who was boss, because he obviously thought he was king shit on turd mountain.

  “I can see what you see in this guy,” Asshole said. “He has some fight in him. That’s the sort of thing that might get him in trouble someday.”

  “You want to start something now asshole?” I asked.

  Asshole took a step forward and raise a fist, but I stood my ground. I was used to taking on much bigger guys than this prick, and if he thought he was going to intimidate me then he had another thing coming.

  “You’re really going to be with this guy instead of me?” he asked Melody. “I mean come on. Look at him! He might have some fight in him, but seriously?”

  Oh I was so pissed off. It took everything I had not to punch the prick, but I didn’t want to be the one throwing any first punches or anything. No, if he was going to do something like that then I wanted to make sure he was the one making the first move. The cops would take a dim view of whoever threw the first punch even if we both got carted off for a little while.

  There was something else surprising about this whole encounter. My cock was rock hard. I couldn’t explain it, but as I stood there ready to take this guy down if he so much as made a move towards me I also kept thinking about how hot it would be if he did get with Melody.

  Wait. How hot it would be if he got with Melody? What in the ever loving fuck was I thinking? Why would I be getting off on something like that?

  But at the same time it made some sort of fucked up sense. After all, I’d been turned on by that guy checking her out the night we fucked on the bus. The night that he’d stared at her, his eyes roaming all over her body. And if that turned me on then who’s to say other things weren’t going to turn me on? Things like the idea of this handsome asshole trying to take her.

  Knowing that she was mine, knowing that he couldn’t have her even though he could probably have his pick of just about every other girl at the park, was turning me on. And so I couldn’t help but think of my girlfriend under him as his cock plowed in and out of her over and over again. My cock throbbed as I thought of it. As I wondered what it would be like to be sitting near the two of them while he took her completely.

  I shook my head. I didn’t need this right now. I needed to concentrate on maybe fighting this guy if he got too big for his britches. I didn’t need to concentrate on the thought of him fucking my girlfriend. Something that was never going to happen.

  Even if the idea of it happening made me so fucking rock hard.

  As I was thinking about that his eyes ran up and down her body again. It was so obvious that he wanted her. That he needed her. That he was thinking the same sorts of things I was. How much he wanted to be on her. To feel her body against him. To feel his cock sliding inside her and feel the walls of her pussy grasping for him.

  Damn it. Here I was doing it again. I needed to get my head in the game and out of this stupid fucking fantasy that totally was never happening.

  “If you want a fight then that’s what you’re going to get,” I said. “But how about for once in your life you don’t be a prick to everyone around us? If you’re going to be on this side of the party then be a human. Treat the people around you with respect. They’re not props or anything because they don’t work as actors in the park.”

  The asshole looked around one more time. People were looking pretty fucking hostile. If I was him I wouldn’t want to hang around here more than I had to. Honestly I was hoping he would take the hint that he wasn’t wanted and get the fuck out of there, but then he turned back to me and grinned. Reached a meaty hand out.

  I regarded it with suspicion. I wondered if he was about to try something. Maybe he thought he could take me by surprise or something. Maybe he thought he could pull me in and sucker punch me or something before I could react. I felt a hand on my back and turned to see Melody smiling at me uncertainly. I wondered why she was so uncertain, but there wasn’t much time to think about it now.

  I reached out and took the guy’s hand. He gave it a shake, but of course he also did that thing that assholes all around the world do where he squeezed my hand and tried to show how strong he was. Which was fine with me. I did it right back at him and actually had the satisfaction of seeing him wince as I gave his hand a little squeeze.

  It was nice to know I was stronger than the prick. That would come in handy if he kept up the asshole routine and we did have to throw down. The guy probably relied on genetics rather than working out to look the way he did, and it showed.

  Finally he released my grip and shook his hand a couple of times. I grinned at him and pulled Melody up next to me. I made sure she was nice and close. Both because I liked her nice and close and because it was fun to rub his nose in the fact that I had her and he didn’t.

  Asshole clapped his hands together and looked around. “So, what do you do for fun on this side of the party?”

  “Let me help you out with that,” Tiffany said, slipping around us and practically dragging him towards the keg. For a surprise he didn’t seem to look down on her or try to pull away. He just gave her a once over and then turned to wink at me one final time before he was dragged into the crowd.

  Though along with that wink he also stared at Melody one final time. That left no doubt in my mind that he was after one thing and one thing only with this nice and friendly routine. Guys didn’t go from spoiling for a fight to being all nice and friendly for no reason.

  He was still after something. My girl. Now why did that thought excite me so much?

  12: Odd Behavior

  Melody:

  I really wanted to know what the heck was up with my boyfriend tonight, because something was going on. It started with that fight he’d almost picked with William. The thought of that almost-fight still got me so fucking hot and wet thinking about it, and that had been a couple of hours ago!

  Sure part of it was probably because I’d been drinking pretty steadily ever since that almost-fight. It also didn’t help that William decided he was going to hang out over on this side of the party rather than going back to the actor side of the party where he usually hung out.

  Tiffany seemed to be having the time of her life with him. The stupid bitch. Wait. Did I just think that? Why would I think she was a bitch? She was so nice to me. So wonderful with the kids when they came into our room. I got teary eyed thinking of it. I couldn’t ever think of her as a bitch, could I?

  Except for the way she was leaning in close to William. The lucky bitch. It was pretty fucking obvious who he was going home with tonight, and it wasn’t me. Damn it.

  Wait. Damn it? Why did I think that? I didn’t want him to go home with me. He could go home with anyone but me. I didn’t like him like that. Sure he was hot, but that was all. He was an asshole with a dark soul. I didn’t want anything to do with him!

  But he was so fun to look at. I felt someone pressing up against me and for a minute I allowed myself to imagine what it would feel like to have William pressed against me. What it would feel like to have his cock nestled against my ass cheeks. I bet he had a really big cock. I bet it was a cock that felt good.

  It was a cock that Tiffany was going to learn all about tonight. The bitch. Damn it! There I was doing it again! She was not a bitch because she was throwing herself at him like a complete and total slut. I wouldn’t mind throwing myself at him like I was a complete and total slut, but it’s not like that was going to happen.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  The voice in my ear
made me jump. It also made me feel just a little guilty. That was Isaac standing behind me with his own cock pressing against my ass cheeks. God I loved how he felt. I loved how big his dick was. I loved how it felt when it was sliding inside me. I wanted him sliding inside me right now because more than anything I needed my boyfriend inside me and not that William prick who was going to go back to Tiffany’s apartment and fuck her, the lucky bitch.

  Motherfucker! Why did I keep thinking these things! I would’ve paid good money to get those fucking thoughts out of my head for good.

  Why was I thinking this? Someone asked me a question. A question. An important one. Who asked me a question?

  Isaac! My boyfriend. That’s right. Here I was drooling over William when Isaac asked me an important question. Something I didn’t feel right about answering because it was awkward. He asked me what I was thinking about. Yeah, that was it.

  Only I couldn’t tell him what I was thinking. I couldn’t admit to him that I was jealous of Tiffany because she was going home with William tonight. Not after he already almost got in a fight with the guy earlier. That would just lead to another fight, and it would probably lead to William finding out I was into him which I did not want!

  “I’m not thinking about anything,” I said. I reached around and wrapped a hand around his head. He felt so nice pressing against me. Then his hands moved to my waist and he was pulling against me with a little more intent. He was grinding and practically dry humping me, and damn did it feel good!

  Actually, now that I thought about it he’d been like this for most of the night. Like not before he almost got into the fight with William, but definitely after he almost got in that fight. What was up with that? Was he turned on because he almost got into a fight? Because I know I was turned on every time I thought about it even though I shouldn’t be encouraging him to get in fights with guys.

  I reached down and ran my hand along his cock. It felt nice. Really nice. Like the sort of cock I wanted to have inside me. Now. I was so turned on. Turned on from watching him stand up to William. Turned on from looking at William and getting jealous of Tiffany.

  I needed to get back to my place right away so I could work out some of this frustration, because damn was it driving me wild! I figured that was safer than going back to his place since I knew Brandy would be out partying for most of the rest of the night.

  “What would you say to going back to your place and having some fun?” I asked.

  Isaac’s breath was in my ear. I shivered as his voice washed over me. It was like a caress. It was almost as hot feeling his voice in my ear as it was feeling his cock grinding against me and hinting at all the fun we were about to have.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” he whispered.

  Damn. He’d been all over me tonight and that was probably adding to the turn on too. That and all the booze I’d downed. Whatever it was, I needed some alone time with him and I needed it now! I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him through the crowd towards his building. I just hoped his roommate wasn’t going to be there, though I’d seen the way he looked at me.

  Now that I thought about it, it might actually be kind of hot to have someone listening in on us. The real hotness would’ve been if it was William listening in, or maybe if it was William joining in for the sort of threesome Isaac would never go for, but I’d take what I could get.

  I thought back to that night on the bus. To how naughty I’d been showing off for that guy. It still got me so fucking hot thinking about that night.

  I guess I’d discovered something in me that night that surprised me. Something that took my love of performance and moved it into the bedroom. I’d certainly gotten no complaints from our watcher that night!

  As soon as we got through the door at Isaac’s apartment it was obvious that his roommate wasn’t there. I was a little disappointed about that, but not too much. I didn’t have much time to be disappointed, after all, because no sooner were we through the door than Isaac was all over me. I could taste beer on his breath but I didn’t mind. I was sure I was more than a little boozed up myself.

  Besides, that just added to the hotness. I was starting to associate the taste of beer on Isaac’s breath with some of the fun we were having and I couldn’t wait to really get started. My hand moved to his cock again, only this time I fished it out and moved down on my knees to get a better look at it.

  “Damn Melody,” Isaac hissed as I stared at his cock as it stared back at me. He was leaking precum already and it looked like he was ready to go. Not that it surprised me that he was ready to go. Not after how he’d been grinding against me back at the party.

  I licked my lips and looked up at him. Locked eyes with him. Thought about how hot he looked as he stared down at me with a look that could only be described as pure lust. A lust that was almost as pure as the desire I felt for him in that moment as I felt his cock in my hand and knew that in that moment I had complete and total control over him.

  And yet. At the same time that I was looking up at Isaac and thinking about how hot he was I was thinking of someone else as well. I couldn’t help it. I found myself wondering what William’s cock would feel like in my hand. If it would have the same contours, the same feel, as Isaac’s. I found myself wondering if I would be able to take his whole cock down my throat like I was with Isaac.

  Probably. Isaac was no slouch in the size department. I’d never been one of those girls who was all about size, but I also didn’t mind having something that could really fill me up if you know what I mean. And Isaac was plenty big when it came to that. Big enough that I had a really fucking hard time imagining some other guy being much bigger than him. A guy who was bigger than my boyfriend would be a guy I’d have a difficult time taking!

  “What’s wrong Melody?” he asked.

  I shook myself out of the funk I was in. My brain was clouded and I kept thinking those crazy thoughts. Thoughts about William. About how much I wanted to feel his cock plunging inside me. Thoughts that a good girl shouldn’t be thinking about a man who wasn’t her boyfriend.

  Thoughts that I sure as fuck wasn’t going to share with my boyfriend! I could only imagine how pissed off he would be. Forget fucking, he’d probably be so mad that he’d go back out to the party so he could track William down and beat the crap out of him!

  “Melody? Are you okay?”

  Damn it. I kept getting distracted. In a minute he was going to start asking questions. The sort of questions I really didn’t want to answer. Luckily I knew of at least one good way to keep him from asking any more questions. I opened my mouth and leaned forward. Wrapped my lips around his cock and swallowed him all in one go. He let out a strangled gasp that had me smiling around his cock. I knew that would be enough to distract him!

  It was enough to distract me as well. Feeling his cock lodged in my mouth, enjoying the familiar taste that I’d come to love in the short time we’d been together, was enough to push all thoughts of William out of my mind. At least until I started thinking about all thoughts about William being pushed from my mind and then I was thinking of him and wondering what his cock would taste like.

  Damn it.

  Isaac. I needed to think about Isaac. I needed to think about how wonderful his cock felt as it slid in and out of my mouth. I needed to think about how delicious his precum was as it hit the back of my throat. I looked up and saw his handsome face and was treated to a view of his muscular body as he pulled his shirt off revealing his body to me. God he was so fucking hot. He was everything I needed in a man.

  So why was it that I felt a strange yearning between my legs every time I thought of another man? What was wrong with me that I couldn’t get stupid William out of my mind? That I almost didn’t want to get William out of my mind?

  I felt like my body was betraying me. I felt like my brain was betraying me. I didn’t ask for this fantasy. I didn’t want it, and yet there it was. I was sucking my boyfriend’s cock and the entire time I was thinking abou
t how much fun it would be if I was with another man instead.

  “Melody, if you’re not in the mood tonight or something we don’t have to do this,” Isaac said. “I’m fine with just cuddling or something for the night.”

  I blinked. I realized that I’d paused about halfway down the length of his cock and I’d stopped sucking. I was so distracted by thoughts of William that I couldn’t help myself. My tongue swirled around Isaac’s cockhead but it was an absentminded gesture. My heart wasn’t really in it.

  Isaac moved down and put a hand on my cheeks. He pushed back and I felt his cock sliding out of my mouth. I whimpered in annoyance. I really did want to feel his cock in my mouth. I needed him inside me. I needed a cock inside me.

  Never mind that there was a good chance the cock I needed inside me belonged to someone else.

  “Seriously Melody, what’s wrong?” he asked.

  I couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was the overwhelming shame of what the fantasy running through my head meant. Maybe it was that my mind was betraying Isaac who’d been so good to me even though we hadn’t been together for very long.

  We’d been together for an eternity as far as park relationships were concerned. A couple of weeks might as well be forever.

  Whatever the reason, I leaned forward and felt tears coming to my eyes as I pressed against Isaac’s legs. In a moment he was down next to me, and it only felt a little weird when the bottom of his cock hit the top of my head as he made his way down. I couldn’t help but let out a little giggle through the tears.

  “Come on Melody,” he said. “You can tell me what the problem is. Are you mad about what I pulled with that guy earlier? I promise I was only trying to protect you. I had no idea the asshole was going to take that as an invitation to stick around and party with us all night long or anything.”

  “That’s not it at all,” I said.

  It was partially true. I didn’t mind that William had come over and spent a good part of the night partying with us. Of course the fact that I didn’t mind William coming over and partying with us was a big part of the problem. After all, I shouldn’t have been so excited at the prospect of having him hanging around us.