Model Bride: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  Only he was too perceptive. He picked up on my little slip.

  "Your first time Vanessa?"

  Once more his hand moved up and he was pulling my head up. Positioning it so I was staring straight at the camera. "Have you never had sex before Vanessa?"

  I looked down, a blush coming to my face. For a moment I didn't answer him. I didn't want to answer him, and yet he'd been so direct with the question. And admittedly I was still under the spell cast by how naughty this was. I was still drunk on the power that I seemed to have here getting this man is so turned on in the moment.

  "No," I said. "I've never done it before."

  "So do you do other things with your fiancé?" "Mike asked. Try to keep him happy while you’re waiting for the big night?"

  "Well we do other stuff you know…"

  "Like what?"

  It was insane. If I'd been thinking rationally then I probably would've thought how incredibly odd it was that we'd come to this place in the conversation. That we'd gone from talking about auditioning for some movie roles to talking about my sex life with my fiancé. That I was standing here with my hand down some stranger’s pants, fingers wrapped around his cock, as I jerked him and he talked about my experience or lack thereof. Yeah, it's easy to say that the whole thing was weird if you're thinking rationally, but to be perfectly honest in that moment rational thought was the last thing running through my head. I was so far gone, so far down the rabbit hole of the fantasy that had just opened up with Nathan the night before, that I was willing to go along with these questions and the impromptu handjob even though they absolutely weren’t the kind of question that I probably ever should have answered. Even though jerking off some stranger in an office park while he filmed every moment of it wasn’t something I ever thought I’d do before it happened.

  "You know, blowjobs. Stuff like that."

  I felt a hand on my shoulder. Pressing down. My eyes were wide again as I looked up and locked eyes with him. As I stared at that blinking red light on the camera.

  I knew exactly what he intended as he started pushing me down. It was a familiar gesture that I'd gotten from Nathan every once in a while. That I hated when he did it, because it always felt like he was just assuming I’d be more than happy to go down on him as soon as he put a hand on top of my head and started pushing. Only now I was already so worked up, I was already so far gone, that I found myself sinking onto my knees. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I was so turned on that I was in a mood to do it. As crazy as that sounded considering how annoyed that gesture usually made me.

  Then again, everything about what I was doing in this backroom was crazy! Why not one more crazy thing?

  Was this entirely appropriate? Hell no. I was getting down on my knees in front of another man while my fiancé was waiting in a car outside. I was going cross eyed as I stared at his huge cock right in front of my face. I was getting drunk off of the sense of power that I had knowing that another man was getting so rock hard just by staring at my body. Just by getting off on the idea of taking a girl who was already taken.

  And at the same time I was comforted in a perverse way by the knowledge that my fiancé would be turned on by the idea of his girl getting down on her knees in front of a strange man. Yeah, Nathan’s cock would be rock hard if he could see his pretty innocent little fiancée who was waiting for marriage doing something so completely out of character like getting down on her knees and leaning forward. Opening her mouth. Taking another man's cockhead in her mouth and licking her tongue to lap up some of his precum.

  It really was a strange new experience. On the one hand it was just a cock. A cock was a cock, wasn't it? And yet it all felt off. It all felt so wrong because I was so used to be with Nathan. To feeling the familiar taste, heft, and contours of his dick in my mouth. Mike’s was so much bigger than what I was used to. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to take this whole thing!

  And of course there was another major difference between this guy and my fiancé. Normally when I was going down on Nathan there wasn’t a camera focused on me. Except for that one special occasion on his birthday a year back when I was about to go away for an internship and he said he wanted something to remember me by. But that had been a special occasion. Just one time. And he'd promised to delete the video as soon as I got back.

  No, this felt completely off. Completely wrong. Completely naughty and so very out of character. The rational part of my mind was screaming that this was terrible. That I shouldn't have another man's cock in my mouth.

  But that rational part of my mind was taking a backseat to the turned on part of my brain. To that animal hindbrain that was screaming how turned on I was. About how fucking hot this was. How fucking hot it was precisely because of how wrong it was!

  And there was also that sense of power. That sense of knowing that this guy was getting off on me. That he was so turned on because of me. It was a perverse sense of pleasure that I got from having that sort of power over a man.

  So I went with it and tried not to think about the potential consequences as I cheated on my husband-to-be while fulfilling one hell of a fantasy for both of us at the same time.

  8: Cheating or Fantasy?

  I continued moving down his cock, looking up at the camera as he smiled down at me. God this guy was hot. He definitely had that sexy older guy thing going for him, though as I looked at him he couldn't be more than in his mid forties. Still, I was in college and that age gap still felt pretty damn big.

  I managed to make it down about halfway before his cock hit the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in. That was something I'd promised to work on with Nathan, but I'd never quite got over it. Only this time Mike reached down with his free hand and gathered up some of my hair. He started pulling me down even further. And I found myself relaxing my throat, trying to hold on as he pulled me down. As his cock started moving into my throat. Tears started streaming down my eyes as he pulled me into territory that’d never been explored even by my fiancé.

  Shit. A guy I'd only known for a short while was shoving his cock down into my throat and I was just letting him take me. Letting him shove his cock down my throat like some common whore! I couldn't believe it, and yet at the same time that behavior sent a rush down between my legs. A rush that was demanding to be satisfied.

  And so right on camera, right where he could see, I reached down between my legs. Moved my hand inside my panties and started playing with myself. Started fingering my pussy. First going around the outer lips as I felt the base of his cock press against my lips and then he was buried inside me entirely. And through it all I was manipulating my clit sending electric fire running through my body.

  I'd never felt this good from getting fingered before, whether from Nathan or when I was on my own playing around, but there was something about the forbidden nature of this scenario that was doing a little something extra for me. That was really getting me going in a big way!

  "Pull your panties out Vanessa," he said. "Let me see what you're doing down there."

  I did what he asked without even thinking. I pulled my panties out so he could have a view of my fingers disappearing inside my pussy. Of one of my fingers moving around my clit. And if anything being on a camera and doing that sent another surge of pleasure rushing through me. I felt myself shuddering under his gaze and that ever present blinking red light on the camera. And from the way he chuckled he seemed to get the message. He seemed to know exactly how fucking turned on I was.

  No sooner had that chuckle ended than he pulled my head back. In an instant it felt like he was suddenly in control. It was as though the tables had been flipped, and rather than me having a sense of power he was the one who was using me for his pleasure. His hands guided and I bobbed on his cock. Up and down, over and over, and I started to get used to the size, to the girth, to the length as it disappeared inside me. As it twitched inside me. As his precum, salty and sticky, leaked into my mouth.

  I knew that was
only a preview of what was about to come, quite literally. I knew he was probably only moments away from blowing his load into the back of my throat. Only he stopped when my lips were wrapped around the tip of his dick. I took a moment to relax. To get a little bit of a breather, as much as I could breathe with that monster lodged in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock as I looked up and wondered where he was going with this.

  "This is hot Vanessa," he said. "But I really needed to fuck you. I really need to feel everything!"

  Panic rose inside me in a way that it hadn’t before. In a way that it probably should have as soon as I got down on my knees in front of him. It was one thing to give a guy a blow job, to take his cock in my mouth. That was something I'd already done with Nathan. That was something that was okay. It was on the approved list.

  Letting another guy fuck me, though? That was something completely different. I was supposed to wait until marriage! I was supposed to wait until I had a ring on my finger. That was something I was saving specifically for my wedding night. Specifically for my husband.

  I couldn’t lose my virginity to some strange guy in the middle of an abandoned strip mall on some mattress that had obviously been set up for the purpose. I was fooling myself if I thought anything otherwise, especially now that I was down on my knees in front of him and giving this "casting agent" a blowjob. Yeah, it was pretty obvious exactly what kind of "casting agent" he was.

  And I was willing to have a little bit of fun with him. I was so turned on that I didn't care in the moment, it's not like I was going to let this video ever go anywhere. I was pretty sure he couldn't do anything with it without my permission. But fucking him was something else entirely.

  So I finally did the first rational thing since I’d walked through the door and shook my head.

  To my surprise he pulled my head off of his cock. He looked down at me with a profound sense of disappointment. "No?"

  "I can't," I said. "I'm saving myself for marriage…"

  Mike stared down at me for a long moment. He still looked so disappointed. He opened his mouth and looked like he was going to say something, but then he decided better of it. A smile worked its way across his face.

  "You really are saving yourself for your fiancé? That wasn’t just a bullshit line to catch my interest?"

  "I am," I said.

  I don’t know what he meant by a bullshit line to catch his interest. Why would the fact that I was waiting for marriage catch his interest? If anything I figured the knowledge that there wasn’t a chance I was going to fuck this guy would only annoy him. It certainly annoyed Nathan at times even if he did his best to hide it

  "And even if he does fantasize about me with other guys, that's a line that I can't cross. That I won't cross."

  "Then I won't make you, but I do need to finish in that gorgeous mouth of yours!"

  And then he was pulling me forward again. I was so relieved that he wasn't going to expect me to actually fuck him that I opened my mouth without thinking. I formed my lips into an O shape and then his cock was disappearing in my mouth once more.

  Only this time it wasn't like the first time around. No, this time I was used to his length. Used to his girth. And so within a matter of moments he was pistoning in and out of my throat. He was burying his cock in the back. I was taking it like a champ who’d been doing this sort of thing for years rather than a nice engaged girl who only resorted to giving blowjobs when her husband-to-be begged or on special occasions.

  And in a perverse way as this strange man was shoving his cock down my throat I couldn't help but think about how hot it would be if I tried this with Nathan. How it would be one hell of a surprise for him if I just pulled his cock out and deep throated him and swallowed his load without any of the usual begging.

  Of course I wasn't sure if I would tell him where I'd learned how to do it. Even though I was justifying this with the knowledge that he got turned on by the idea of me with another man, at the same time there was a part of me that seriously wondered how he would take it if he discovered I'd actually blown another man. I figured it was a fifty/fifty chance where on one side we were breaking up and on the other he got turned on and we had an incredible night of rolling around. It's just that the risk on that fifty/fifty proposition was so great that I wasn't sure I wanted to take it.

  Not that I had time to think about it too terribly much in the moment. No, he was burying himself in the back of my throat and I felt a familiar twitching in his cock. A twitching that was very similar to Nathan when he got good and hot. When he was going over the edge. And so I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared myself for the onslaught.

  The first shot from this guy's cock went straight down my throat. Shit. Another man's load was sliding down my throat and into my stomach. And it was as though it was filling me with a burning warmth as that happened. The second shot came in my mouth, and my eyes widened as I realized he was pulling out. The third one landed on my face as his cock pulled out of my mouth entirely.

  He stood there with one hand on the camera, the other hand on his cock aiming it. Blowing his load in my hair, on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut to keep him from getting anything in there, I’d heard that hurt like a motherfucker, and then he was aiming down and painting my tits with his load. Damn. This guy had a hell of a lot of come! And it felt like it was burning everywhere it made contact with my body.

  Finally it was done. He was looking down at me. The camera was still pointed down at me. The red light was still blinking. And as I came down I realized the enormity of everything I'd just done but without the accompanying arousal to keep the guilt from crashing down around me.

  I'd had another man's cock in my mouth. I'd just blown another man! Holy shit! And in that moment I realized that this wasn't a fifty/fifty proposition that I was talking about with telling Nathan. No, I suddenly had terrified visions of Nathan getting really pissed off. Calling off the wedding. I had visions of this being the end of our relationship, and that terrified me. That was absolutely the last thing I wanted, obviously.

  And so I resolved in that moment as I was covered in another man's come, as I felt another man's load burning as it traveled down inside my stomach, as I felt it starting to go to room temperature where it was on my chest and face, that this naughty experience wasn't something I could ever tell Nathan about. Sure it might turn him on, sure it was his damn fantasy that had led me to this moment in the first place, but I just couldn't take the risk. I couldn't take the risk that he might find out and decide that our relationship was over.

  I felt horrible for thinking that, for hiding this from him, but at the same time I figured it probably wasn't a huge deal as long as he didn't find out. And he would never find out if I had anything to say about it. Never.

  9: Indecent Offer

  "It's really too bad you aren't willing to go all the way Vanessa," Mike said. "I know some people who would pay a hell of a lot of money for a video like that. Sweet blushing bride getting off on another man taking her before her boyfriend? That's a pretty damn rare thing, especially if it's authentic. Like there are places that put up videos that fake it, but I know people who could make that into one hell of a lucrative live Pay Per View sort of event."

  Once again it was a horrible thought, but when he mentioned it would be worth extra money I found myself at the very least curious.

  "Really? How much money are we talking?"

  He shrugged. "For a girl who was fucking for her first time and cheating on her husband-to-be? I could probably get some sites to give you at least five grand up front. Maybe more than that, and that’s just on the front end. It depends on who you go with."

  I blinked. Five grand? That might not seem like much to some people, but that was a hell of a lot of money for us! Especially just starting out. That would be enough for us to afford the dream honeymoon package to Hawaii I'd been looking at but never dreamed we'd be able to afford, and I’d also have plenty of money left over to buy stuff fo
r our apartment or put towards a down payment on a house. And he thought he might be able to get more than that?

  Damn.

  Of course that amount of money wasn't enough to tempt me in the moment to give up my virginity. No, I wasn't going to do anything crazy like that. No amount of money was worth that, as far as I was concerned. Not to mention that getting that money and suddenly paying for a honeymoon and then some would be enough to raise Nathan's suspicions. That would naturally lead to him wondering where I got all of the money in the first place. That would lead to telling him about my indiscretion.

  No, as tempting as the offer was, I couldn’t do it. And so I shook my head, more reluctantly than I should’ve been feeling considering what he was asking me to do in exchange for all that money.

  Mike shrugged, but at least he could take no for an answer. I’m sure that some of that had as much to do with disappointment at not being able to enjoy the prize as it was at missing out on all that money of which I’m sure he was going to take a cut if I had decided to go through with it. Which I wouldn’t. Which I definitely wasn’t thinking about even now, wondering how Nathan would react.

  "It's a damn shame. But at least keep that in mind. I’ll give you my card. If you have a change of heart get in touch and let me know. I could probably get one hell of a bidding war going with the way you look and your unique circumstances."

  "I'll think about it," I said.

  Of course what I had no intention of telling him was that I'd already thought about it. I'd already decided there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to go through with it. The money might be tempting, the whole scenario might be really fucking hot, but this was one time when I needed to resist temptation. Especially considering the incredible way I'd just given into it!