Model Bride: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  It's weird that I was hot and bothered though. Was it because Nathan was turned on? Or was there something else going on? Was it thinking back to letting Jeremy take pictures of me? Thinking of how naughty I'd been taking my top off? How hot it made me feeling his eyes on me? Fuck, it was making me hot thinking back to that right now.

  Okay, so maybe I liked showing off a little. Was there any harm in that? Nathan always acted like there was, but the way his cock was reacting was telling one hell of a different story!

  His hard cock jumped in my hand and I squealed in delight. I loved it when it did that. Hey, I might have said we were waiting for marriage, but that didn't mean we couldn't have other kinds of fun. I wasn't a complete prude. I just wanted to save at least one thing for my wedding night. One hell of a major thing. One thing that really frustrated my future husband, but still. That was where I held firm.

  "Oh God Vanessa," he said.

  I looked up at him. Locked eyes with him. Licked my lips. And I smiled. I tried to make it my most seductive and tempting smile ever, but I'm not sure how well it worked.

  "Are you turned on from looking at my pictures Nathan?" I asked. "Or is it something else?"

  He closed his eyes as my hand wrapped around his cock. As I continued running my thumb around his cockhead. And I was delighted to see a stain starting to spread from the tip of his cock. A stain that was getting larger and larger. My eyes went wide.

  Damn. That was a hell of a lot of a pre-come leaking out of my future husband! I just wanted to lean over and lick it all up, and that wasn't something that I was always a fan of doing unless I was really turned on!

  "Yeah," he grunted. "It was just those pictures…"

  Only I sensed there was something else going on here. That there was something a lot more sexy than just looking at some pictures. And so I leaned in closer. I decided that I was going to give him a taste of the medicine he'd just been giving me. I leaned in close to his ear, moved my tongue out and licked along his earlobe. Sucked it into my mouth, causing another groan to run through him.

  Though that groan might've had more to do with the way my fingers were dancing up and down the hard length of his cock than anything else.

  "Are you sure about that? Because I think you're lying to me… I think there's something else turning you on…"

  "Those pictures…" He grunted again. I figured he was just trying to say that it was looking at the pictures that got him off, but then he revealed what was really turning him on and I found myself stopping the up-and-down motion.

  "Thinking about Jeremy taking those pictures, looking at you, getting turned on…"

  Yeah, Nathan seemed to be having trouble getting his words out. And I can't say that I blamed him. If what he was saying was true then that was one hell of a surprise. One hell of an interesting surprise. He got turned on by the idea of me turning on another guy? That definitely added a new wrinkle, a new dimension, to the whole jealousy thing he was always doing when I talked about Jeremy or when he saw Jeremy trying to hit on me.

  His jealousy. That's right. He always got jealous when he found out about Jeremy hitting on me, and now I find out that he got turned on by it? What the hell? Talk about fucked up.

  "You seriously get turned on thinking about him hitting on me?" I asked. "Because you always got so mad, and if this is getting you off then that's not at all fair that you get so pissed off!"

  Nathan turned to look at me and he at least looked apologetic. He also had one hell of a deer in headlights look on his face. At least he had the good grace to look embarrassed about all the crap he'd given me about Jeremy. I just couldn't believe he was getting off on it.

  "No, it's not like that Vanessa," he said. "It just sort of happened. Just now. Thinking about that photo shoot, it just did something for me…"

  "Are you sure about that?" I asked. "You're not just bullshitting me?"

  He held his hands up defensively. And as I looked down I noticed that his cock was still tenting up. It was still rock hard. "I'm sure! It just happened!"

  I searched his eyes. It was something I did whenever I wanted to be absolutely sure of what he was telling me. My fiancée was many things, but a good poker player he wasn't. At the very least he was never very good at lying. I'd always been able to catch him in a lie, which was a useful trick to be able to pull. And as I looked at him I realized that I believed him. It seemed like he probably was telling the truth.

  "I believe you," I said. "Of course the real question is, what are we going to do about this?"

  Nathan looked at me and there was panic written plain on his face. "Do about this? What are you talking about? I don't want you and Jeremy…"

  I giggled as I worked on his pants. Unbuttoned them and then pulled the zipper down. Moved my hand inside his pants and closed around the warm flesh of his cock.

  I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I did that every time I wrapped my hands around his cock. Partly because it just felt so damn good. It always made me feel so incredible when I wrapped my hands around him like this, the sense of power that I got knowing I was turning a guy on this much was intoxicating, but mostly I closed my eyes because in this moment when I first touched him I needed a reminder that I was waiting for marriage to put this inside me.

  No matter how wet I got. No matter how lubricated I was. No matter how much my clit was positively throbbing and aching, begging for the touch of his cock inside me.

  Sure his fingers got in there, but it just wasn't the same. At least I assumed it wasn't the same given how everyone always went on about it. Admittedly I didn't have any direct experience. No, those fingers weren't forbidden in the same way as his dick. If anything I needed that breather as a moment to reflect and remind myself exactly why I was waiting. That it was going to be so much more incredible when we finally did do it on our wedding night precisely because we'd waited for so long. And I definitely didn't want to ruin that delicious sense of anticipation, all of that waiting, by giving in a couple of months before we were supposed to actually go through with the deed!

  No, giving up right before I hit the finish line seemed ridiculous. So we'd wait no matter how turned on I got. No matter how drunk I got on the feeling of power knowing I was doing this to him. Of course that didn't mean we couldn't do other fun things in the meantime.

  I started running my hands up and down his cock. Jerking him in the way I knew he liked it.

  "So does it turn you on thinking about me feeling another man's cock like this?"

  His eyes went wide and he stared at me. His mouth opened and a strangled noise came out, but that was it. It seemed I'd short-circuited Nathan's brain by mentioning that.

  "Does it get you hot imagining me getting down on my knees in front of Jeremy and jerking his cock like this? Getting so hot while he was taking those pictures that I couldn't resist? Does it turn you on thinking about his eyes running up and down my body? Because he was sure as hell getting an eyeful while he was taking those pictures!"

  I don't know why I was suddenly going so crazy. I don't know why I was suddenly acting so wild. Why I was indulging in this dirty talk. It wasn't something I'd ever done before, it had always seemed to be enough for Nathan that I was willing to jerk him off or go down on him, though that was more rare than getting a hand job, but there was just something about him admitting that fantasy to me that was inspiring me.

  Inspiring? Was that really the word I was looking for? Or was there another word that I should be using? If I was being completely honest, down in the deep dark recesses of my erotic imagination, wasn't there really another thing going on here?

  His fantasy turned me on. That's all there was to it. I'd always known that guys found me attractive. I'd always felt their eyes on me, and at first it made me uncomfortable. It was only when I got with Nathan and I saw a man who looked at me with something other than pure lust immediately that I'd been able to admit to myself that maybe I liked that attention. That was a part of what initially a
ttracted me to him. That was a big part of why we were still together today. Why he was the man I was planning on marrying. He loved me in addition to worshiping my body. He respected my boundaries.

  But that love and being in a committed relationship also let me admit that in some strange way I'd also eroticized having men looking at me. Not all of them, definitely not, but some. I'd always been a little intrigued about Jeremy, even if I'd never actually gone through with anything. Even if I'd always been far more annoyed than turned on by his attentions.

  But now that Nathan was admitting this fantasy, well that was opening up a whole new world of possibilities. That was somehow releasing the floodgates. And as I was thinking of Jeremy looking at me during that photo shoot it was sending a thrill running through me. It was making me really fucking hot! It was doing away with the annoyance and replacing it with a burning heat, though I was still more turned on by the idea of Jeremy getting so turned on by me than I was actually turned on by Jeremy.

  If that makes sense. Nothing was really making much sense to me in the moment.

  It's like there was a feedback loop of pleasure going on here. He was thinking about me sitting in front of Jeremy. Thinking about Jeremy's eyes on me. That was making Nathan's cock rock hard, and it was positively throbbing in my hand. That in turn was turning me on. His hard cock in my hand was always enough to get me going even when I wasn't particularly in the mood.

  That coupled with this new way that I was thinking of Jeremy looking at me, knowing that it turned my future husband on and admitting to myself that maybe it turned me on just a little even if the idea of getting with Jeremy wasn't exactly a turn on, well let's just say that it was creating a sort of crazy loop of arousal. I was going nuts.

  And so that might explain what I did next. I slid off the couch. I got down on my knees in front of him, looked up and locked eyes as he stared down at me in disbelief. This wasn't something that I did all that often, and it was usually a special occasion when I did. I knew it drove him wild.

  Well, I was going to drive him even more wild.

  "What if I told you that I got turned on by Jeremy watching me?" I asked. "What if I told you that was so hot? That I got down on my knees in front of him while he was taking those topless pictures?"

  Nathan let out a strangled noise that might've been a groan. It might've been a moan. It was difficult for me to tell exactly what it was, though, because he seemed to be beyond the capacity of rational thought. He seemed to be beyond the place where he could actually get a coherent sentence out.

  "Would you like that?" I asked.

  I leaned forward, pulled his cock out of his pants. The head was leaking precum and I moved my thumb around his cockhead. Smeared that precum all around and got it nice and lubricated. And I found myself imagining what it would be like if it was Jeremy.

  No, not Jeremy. He might be the subject of the fantasy right now, but it really wasn't a turn on thinking about him. No, he was just a little too creepy. Thinking of him brought me back to reality in a way that I definitely didn't want to be pulled back.

  Better to think about someone else. And so I imagined some random hunky guy, maybe a little older to make it extra naughty thinking of the hot old pervert being turned on by the young hottie, as I continued the dirty talk.

  "What if I told you I leaned forward like this?"

  Nathan was staring down at me so intently. His breath was coming in ragged gasps and it was obvious he was having a lot of trouble holding on. Hell, I was having trouble holding onto reality too. In my mind I was back in that clearing in the park where I'd been just a little naughty. Where I'd done something just a little crazy taking my top off like that. And once more, if I'm being completely honest in the moment, I think that part of the reason why I got a little carried away and decided to take my top off was because it made me hot. Because it got me going just a little thinking of turning Jeremy on even if I hadn't articulated it as such in the heat of the moment.

  Nathan licked his lips as he looked down at me with my lips poised at the head of his cock. With my tongue snaking out, but not quite touching his cockhead. Holding onto the edge of inevitability, though I think we both knew exactly where this was going.

  "What did you do next baby?" he asked.

  Well he was nice enough to ask the question. It's not like I couldn't give him an answer! Though I didn't answer him in words. No, I figured I could show him what the imaginary me did in that park. I leaned forward. I formed my lips into an "O" shape. I let the head of his cock pass in between my lips. I closed my eyes as I imagined that it was another man's cock sliding inside my mouth.

  Damn. This was just so naughty! Maybe that explains why I was so hot thinking about it?

  Nathan's reaction was immediate. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a low groan as I moved my lips down the length of his cock. As I felt his shaft throbbing under my tongue. As I looked up at my boyfriend who was staring down at me, no doubt imagining that his pretty fiancée was on her knees in front of another man with that man's cock buried in her mouth.

  It was turning me on too, in a huge way!

  That groaning continued, and I felt his cock starting to twitch. My eyes went wide. Damn. I knew he was turned on. Really turned on. I just hadn't expected him to blow this quickly. Then again, even if this was turning me on it was still slightly uncomfortable having his cock buried in my mouth like this. Maybe it was for the best.

  Though I was getting turned on by giving my fiancé head in a way I hadn't before. I felt a rush down between my legs as I felt his cock starting to twitch. As I felt him start to explode. As I felt the first blast of his come landing in the back of my throat and I tried to swallow. I didn't normally do that either, but I wanted to be filled with his warmth.

  And I was still on the edge. I was still so turned on. I felt like all it would take was a little bit of stimulation and I would get the release that I so desperately craved.

  I moved a hand down between my legs. Pressed against my pussy. Let out a moan of my own as I squeezed my eyes shut. As I concentrated on Nathan's cock twitching in my mouth. As I concentrated on the feelings between my legs. As I concentrated on the incredible experience that was being delivered courtesy of this fantasy I'd just discovered. This fantasy that I definitely wanted to explore a little more, with Nathan and in the safe confines of dirty talk of course.

  I wasn't sure if this was the sort of thing that we could ever explore in the real world. It just seemed too damn dangerous.

  And still he was exploding in the back of my throat. I wondered if he was going to be like this every time I started talking dirty. If he was going to fill me like this every time I started acting like I was a complete slut for another man. If so then I was going to have to start adjusting my technique just a little bit. I was having trouble swallowing all of this!

  Finally it started to subside right along with my own orgasm. I pulled my hand out from between my legs and pulled my lips off of his cock. It made a smacking noise as I pulled away and I grinned up at him.

  "Well that was new," I said.

  "Fuck Vanessa!" he said. "That was so goddamn hot. I never would've thought you were…"

  I moved up and wrapped my arms around him. Cuddled up against him. Looked down at his cock which was starting to deflate. That had been fun. That had been incredible. And it was definitely something that we were going to have to explore more!

  In fantasy. Not in reality. Not yet.

  4: Processing

  I collapsed back against the couch. Damn that had been hot. So fucking hot!

  I couldn't believe Vanessa would be willing to go along with the fantasy, but it seemed like she was definitely getting something out of it. The way she was acting made it seem like she was really turned on. Almost as turned on as I was!

  Of course that had me worrying about how she might react the next time she was with Jeremy if she was suddenly getting off on this, but I suppose that was part of th
e risk of having this fantasy in the first place. And besides, even if the guy did annoy me, I couldn't deny how hot it got me thinking about what she might do the next time she was with him. Just hearing that she'd taken her top off in front of him was almost enough to make me blow my load in my pants. And that blowjob! Holy hell that blowjob!

  That wasn't something she did too terribly often, and I was still reeling from it. I looked down at my cock which was still slick with her saliva. Which still had that strange sucked-on feeling that only came after getting a blowjob. It was one of the most delicious feelings in the world. Well, aside from actually getting the blowjob. That felt much nicer. And what I imagined it would feel like to actually get to fuck her, of course, though I only had my imagination to go off of when it came to that.

  "I can't believe you actually went along with that," I said.

  Vanessa snuggled up against me. "What can I say? I guess it turns me on just a little thinking of guys staring at me."

  She frowned all of a sudden. It looked like she was suddenly thinking of something that she didn't care for. She looked up at me, locked eyes with me, and there was a definite worried look. I wondered if she was suffering from some of the same worries I'd had. If she was worried that she might get carried away under the spell of this new fantasy.

  "Is that egotistical?"

  I laughed. I couldn't help it. The question was so not what I was expecting. It was so ridiculous. Here we were talking about a fantasy that could potentially chip away at the very bedrock that was the foundation of our relationship, the idea that a couple should remain monogamous, and she was worried that getting turned on by other guys getting turned on by her was egotistical?

  Talk about missing the point. Talk about worrying about the wrong damn thing! And so I laughed even if that probably wasn't the most appropriate response at that particular moment.

  She smacked my chest. "What's so funny?"

  "I'm sorry," I said. "It's just so silly."

  "You think it's silly that I get turned on by other guys watching me?"