Nikita Gets In Too Deep: A Hotwife Exploration

by Arnica Butler

  Nik had sighed at me and raked some of her hair gel through my head before we left.

  *

  Zach's Shack had the appearance of a total dive from the outside. I supposed we had seen it a million times- I had thought it was a bait and tackle shop because of a fish half-hanging from the side of the red building. Inside, though, it was lively and quite nice. The interior was shabby but in a determined way: in actuality someone had spent a great deal of money refurbishing the place and then making it look like it hadn't been refurbished.

  There were pool tables, a restaurant with seafood that was rumored to be excellent, and a stage with promises of a live band later.

  “How come we never knew about this place?” Nik breathed.

  The women crossed the room ahead of us to a table near the stage. It was nearly the only table left. A lot of hardened men who seemed to be either fishermen or construction workers were sitting sullenly at the bar, and their eyes tracked the two women with lust.

  Paige seemed to move more than an ordinary woman. She was like a liquid. She poured herself into the booth and began to fiddle with things. Mitch sat across from her, leaving Nik and I with only one choice: I sat down next to Paige, and Nik sat next to Mitch.

  Paige's long hair was given a few glorious tosses, and her silky mane scraped over my skin, sending tingles through my entire body. She examined the menu with one finger between her teeth. Heat radiated from her body, or seemed to: it could have been my imagination. Just having her move next to me in her feline, sexual way made my cock hard. I stared at my own menu.

  “Oh,” she growled, looking up at Mitch with her smokey eyes. Her lips turned up in a seductive smile. “I'm going to have the oysters.”

  Seriously. She seriously said this, in a sultry voice, while she nibbled at the tips of her fingers and her lips curled up seductively. My treasonous mind offered up a picture of her slurping oysters out of a half-shell while staring at Mitch the way she was now.

  Another wave of stiffness shuddered through my cock. I wouldn't be able to get up from this table all through dinner at this rate.

  I looked at Nik. She was studying the menu with her characteristic intensity, weighing the pros and cons of every menu choice with an actuary's acumen.

  There was a bucket of crabs and beer deal, which is what I really wanted, but when I pictured myself smashing crab shells and guzzling beer next to the slinky Paige, I nixed it. I shrugged. “I'll have oysters, too.”

  I don't care much for oysters, and as a trained chef I tend not to trust anyone I don't know to ensure their quality, but there was something so slimy and sexual about he idea of them at that moment that I couldn't imagine ordering anything else.

  Nik folded her menu. “They have an oyster special,” she said. She turned to Mitch. “You want oysters, too?”

  Mitch grinned at Paige, and the air sizzled with some shared, and obviously sexual, joke or innuendo between them. “Let's all have oysters,” he said.

  When the waitress came he ordered white wine for the ladies, but a beer for himself. Thank god. I did the same.

  Nik and Mitch very quickly ended up facing each other and jabbering about business things and entrepreneurship and all that crap I hated. I turned to Paige.

  “So...I saw you surfing this morning,” I said awkwardly. “Isn't that a bit...cold?”

  A shiver, but an electric and sexual one, seemed to physically ripple through her at that moment, and she took in a sharp breath that she managed to make sound icy and erotic all at once. “It's so invigorating,” she breathed. She shook a little, deliberately, and her great big breasts swelled like waves under the transparent material.

  I think I just stared at her. “Oh,” I said.

  “I love surfing,” she purred, and she took a sip of her wine to taste it for the waitress. When the glass was filled, she brought it to her lips and poured a great deal of it into her big mouth. “Mmm,” she said. “This is a really good one. Do you want to try it?”

  I was somehow holding my beer in my hand by now, and I looked at it. “I'm, uh...okay,” I said.

  I was acting like a complete idiot.

  “So what do you do, Cole?” she said. She turned in the booth and pulled her legs up to fold her arms over her knees. This meant – and the idea seared through me, putting a streak of color on the back of my neck – that her short skirt was hiked up to her hips and her white panties were just there. If I dropped my eyes I could see them. I held her gaze, rigidly, far above her knees.

  Across from us, Mitch and Nik were so absorbed in their conversation (I hoped) that they didn't notice this “turn” of events.

  “I...sorry?”

  Paige laughed. It was a low, wet laugh. A fun laugh. More air than anything. Her eyes were bright and knowing: all men in the world probably had to ask her what she had just said, over and over again. And she knew why.

  “What do you do?' she repeated. She put her thumb between her teeth. “No, let me guess,” she said suddenly. Another beautiful shake of her long hair and a sip of wine. “You're not a business-type,” she said, grinning.

  I shook my head.

  In fact, “what I did,” was temporarily quite embarrassing, because I was working as a baker. In a variety of immigration mishaps and because of some bad luck with the restaurant I had originally worked at, I was left with a single job, the worst one I'd had, and no way to change jobs until my permanent residency application went through.

  I also couldn't leave the country, which is why we were vacationing in Cape Breton and not L.A..

  “Chef,” Paige said finally, taking her guess.

  I raised my eyebrows.

  No sense telling her that I wasn't. I also wasn't lying, not entirely, because that was my vocation.

  Just not my job.

  “I'm impressed,” I said.

  Her eyes sparkled. “Your hands are all cut up,” she said, but she looked at them like she wanted to fuck them.

  I shivered.

  “And you?” I asked. I took a sip of my beer. “Besides surfing?”

  “Oh that's all I really like to do,” Paige said. “I sit on the beach. I smoke.” She was grinning at me. “But what else do you do, Cole, when you aren't cheffing?” Her voice was flirtatious, ridiculously sexy. She was burning right through me with her smokey gray eyes.

  The waitress arrived to save the day, placing several trays of oysters on the table. Everyone dropped their conversations to survey the food and comment on how good it looked. I was grateful for the breakup of the conversation between Paige and I, because it had been quite...inappropriate-seeming. I was also grateful that she slid her legs back onto the floor and I no longer had to force my eyes anywhere but the pace they most wanted to look: the slash of white between her legs.

  I had pictured a table full of raw oysters, naturally, but there were five plates with a variety of oyster preparation. Still, Paige did not disappoint. She dove into the raw oysters, bringing the ragged shell to her lips and sucking the slick wet oyster right into her mouth with a loud slurp. Her body gave a faint purr after she did, and then she rubbed her lips together. “I love raw oysters.”

  Even Nik watched her eat the second one, and there was really no way for anyone to tear their eyes away from her. She was like some porn goddess putting on a show of it. She also seemed to not only not mind that we were staring at her, but to actually crave it. Another oyster slipped into her mouth and she hummed with the same sexual pleasure as before.

  Nik reached for a raw oyster a little hesitantly. “I don't know...” she said. Then she looked at Mitch.

  He got his own raw oyster. “Just put it here,” he said, bringing the shell to his mouth, “and suck it up.”

  He demonstrated.

  Nik copied him. The gray oyster slithered into her mouth and she looked up at the ceiling as she tasted it.

  Now, a few things here: I had never seen it personally, but I was sure as shit that Nik had eaten a raw oyster before this moment
. She was foodie and a bit of a snob, which is how I met her, so the idea that this had never happened once in her life was preposterous.

  She was sure acting the part though. She giggled.

  “What do you think?” Mitch said. He was leaning closer to her, scanning her face for her reaction. Really playing up the older, richer, guiding man type.

  I glanced at Paige, and saw that she was utterly unbothered by the way that her husband was interacting with my wife. She was scooping a bit of Oysters Rockefeller from the shell and turning the spoon upside down to hollow the meat out with her tongue.

  So I heard, rather than witnessed, Nik say: “Oh, yeah...it's...I think I like it...” with a girlish twitter.

  “Try another,” Mitch suggested.

  I selected a raw oyster and set it on my plate. I inspected it for quality of preparation. Seemed fine. I took an Oyster Rockefeller and sniffed it.

  I could do better. Too much Parmesan.

  I opted for the raw oyster and sucked it up.

  Paige put away the rest of them, without really asking if anyone cared. No one, it would seem, did particularly care if she sat there sucking raw oysters into her mouth and tossing her hair around. She sucked down her glass of wine and poured a little more into her glass.

  She exchanged a mischievous look with Mitch. “Hmm,” she said. “These really do make you horny.”

  As she said this, she squirmed a little in her seat, and I imagined her nice white panties turning cream-colored with her excitement.

  I looked at Nik. She seemed – and this was a little odd – more fascinated by Paige than anything else.

  Paige stood up suddenly. “I'm going to play pool,” she announced. She looked at Nik and jerked her head back, in the direction of the pool tables. “Coming?”

  Nik looked amused. Which was strange.

  “Come on,” Paige said, and she had a tone that was actually irresistible. “I need a wing man.”

  Nik shrugged, and stood up. Paige had a certain quality to the way that she spoke that was both laid-back and demanding. If she wanted you to play pool, well, then, you would.

  They made a pretty picture at the pool table. Nik racked the balls, which surprised me, because in all my life I hadn't ever seen her play pool. Then of course we, and the rest of the bar, were treated to the very pretty image of Paige bending over to line up her shot.

  The neck of her dress fell down low, exposing her tits nearly all the way to the nipples. They swung, big and beautiful and braless, as she drew the stick between her fingers, and rubbed it a few times back and forth to line up the shot. All the obvious, cliched images of poles and fingers bubbled over in my mind, and I felt my mouth going dry from hanging open so long.

  I looked over at Mitch who had turned himself to lean on the booth and look directly at the area where the two were playing pool. Then I looked around the bar, and saw that nearly every man was watching the same scene with interest, even the men with lady friends couldn't help but steal a glance at the game.

  Now my wife leaned over the table to line up her shot, and I saw the men at the bar watch her ass with enjoyment. The pair really did make a stunning sight: one big, blonde girl with huge tits, and one lean, dark, beauty. They looked very exotic paired off like that, their contrasts highlighting their assets.

  The girls were smiling and chatting with each other, walking around the table, holding the sticks in their hands.

  “Nik is really hitting it off with Paige,” I said, absent-mindedly. She wasn't usually this friendly right away, with anyone. Come to think of it, she was really friendly with Mitch as well.

  Mitch ate an oyster and watched the ladies. He said nothing in response to my statement.

  After a few minutes, some young guys – younger than us, at least – approached the table. Swaggered up to the table, more like it. I felt a drop in my chest, and an urge to wave Nik back to our booth. I looked at Mitch.

  His gaze had gone from mild interest to a much more profound kind. But surprisingly, he didn't seem concerned about men coming to hover around his beautiful wife. He almost seemed...pleased.

  I looked back at the table.

  Paige was leaning one knee against her stick, and smiling seductively at one of the guys. Her mouth was moving and she was evidently negotiating some sort of proposal with him. Her hands were moving up and down the pool stick, very suggestively. Every snake of her hips seemed to push her closer to the guy.

  She was flirting. Heavily. Obviously.

  I looked at Nik. She was a little uneasy. The friend of the lucky man who had Paige's attention had turned his sights on Nik. The guy was clearly flirting, rounding up the balls, making a joke. Nik was giving him a nervous smile, and watching Paige, and looking like she sort of wanted to make a run for it.

  I looked back at Mitch. He was still just watching the whole thing. It occurred to me at that moment that the expression on his face was more like that of a coach or a director, and less like that of a husband. It was almost as if this was some sport or scene he had put into play and was now analyzing, pleased with how it was turning out.

  It was weird.

  I looked back at the girls, and they were now racking the balls to play a game of pool with the two young men. Nik seemed to have eased up a little. She was holding her pool stick in front of her and speaking to the guy who had been hitting on her. I watched her give her own hair a toss.

  The next ten minutes consisted of Nik and Paige leaning over the pool table, and lovely views of either their asses or their tits swinging over the green felt. Mitch continued to stare like a director. At one point, the guy who had been hitting on Paige leaned over with her, at what appeared to be her own request, and helped her line up her shot. When she stood up, she leaned back against him.

  Paige's libertine behavior seemed to be rubbing off a little on my wife. In one sizzling moment, Paige walked by her and placed a hand on her shoulder, cozying up against Nik to whisper something into her ear. Paige's lips were very close to Nik's ear, and whatever she said made Nik smile.

  Of course my mind went straight into the gutter.

  After this scene, Nik seemed to be drunk on some kind of flirting elixir. She giggled and bounced her little tits, and she even placed her hand on one of the guy's hands to tell him something.

  I watched her hand on his, a brief tap, then she paused, the heat of her palm lingering on the back of his hand, and then she tapped again.

  Nothing outrageous. Just a little flirting.

  The girls evidently lost the game, because I heard Paige's throaty cry of disappointment. The girls bid them farewell, but of course the men were more interested in following them than claiming their pool table. They offered them a beer to make up for their loss. Maybe a rematch. I couldn't hear from where I was, but I could watch the swirl of movement, and the way the men stayed close by Paige and Nik.

  Jealousy was flaring up inside of me as I watched Nik, her wedding ring glinting very obviously on her left hand, chat and smile at the man who was flirting with her. But she at least seemed a little hesitant.

  Paige was remorseless. The guy had a hand on her knee now, and they were leaning together like old lovers.

  I finally couldn't bear it anymore. “That doesn't bother you?” I said to Mitch.

  Mitch didn't move his eyes from the scene. He shook his head.

  At that point Nik looked over at me, and when her eyes met mine, I saw her face change. She excused herself, and then spoke to Paige, who smiled at her and whispered something lengthy in her ear. The two of them seemed to glance over at me, and I thought I saw Nik smile.

  But she looked confused as she came down the steps to the area where we were sitting. She looked behind her, then sat down next to me. She put her hand on my arm, and had the look of a guilty dog who has just been caught eating chewing on a favorite shoe.

  “Have fun?” I said, because there was something about her expression, and the guilty look on her face, that I was oddly enjoying
. By enjoying, I mean it was stirring up my dick.

  When her remorse visibly deepened, I felt myself enlarge again. In reality, my cock had been semi-hard watching this whole scene unfold, and I had only a little way to go to full readiness.

  She looked at Paige. “Paige is er...still..”

  We all followed her gaze to Paige, who was now walking her fingers up the length of the man's arm. The friend who had been hitting on was standing up with the obvious intention of making himself scarce.

  Paige reached out and took his arm. She pulled him down to the table and beckoned him to sit down.

  In the corner of my eye, I saw that Mitch gave a slight nod, almost as if to indicate that this was precisely what he wanted.

  Nik stared at Mitch, and then looked at me for guidance.

  I watched Paige, a sense of awkwardness closing in on my chest, and also excitement, and also curiosity. She was full-on flirting now, playing with her hair and the small pendant on her neck, drawing attention to her bare breasts beneath the fabric. She was saying something to the two of them now, and it certainly didn't look chaste from where we were sitting.

  Nik cleared her throat, and looked down at the plate in front of her. She took an oyster.

  “Are we...staying for the band?” she asked.

  Mitch didn't move. His eyes were on Paige like a hawk. I looked at Nik and spluttered, cheerfully and with the intention of breaking the weirdness, “I...maybe...sure, why not? It'll be fun. Or maybe...we should?”

  Nik shook her head a little, disbelievingly. Her mouth turned up at one corner and we shared our respective awkwardness at the whole scene.

  Mitch turned to us very suddenly. “Kids,” he stated. “I'm going to have to go soon. Can you all take a cab home? I'll pay for dinner to make it up to you.”

  He stood up, dropping $200 on the table.

  Nik leaned her head a little to see what Paige was doing.

  “What about...?” she murmured. She was looking back and forth from Mitch to Paige with the same confusion that I was.

  “Oh,” he said, very casually. He smiled. “She's leaving, too.” His eyes swept down, and then from Nik's face to mine. “Want to join us?” he asked. Very quickly, because he knew the answer would be a confused uncertainty, he chuckled.