Nikita Gets In Too Deep: A Hotwife Exploration

by Arnica Butler

  What did I mean? I suddenly had no idea what I meant or what I thought about it. Nastier, nastier, nastier, Nik's voice was whispering in my head. I closed my eyes.

  Nik placed her fingers on my chest, and walked them around on my skin. “You weren't turned on at the bar? Not even a little?”

  I opened my eyes and looked at her. “I mean...”

  But as I vacillated, she slid her hand down and found my hard cock. “Not even just a teeny-tiny bit?”

  She was grinning.

  She swung herself on top of me, and I was inside of her before I could really give any thought to response, so I never gave one. Not really.

  Nik had a smile on her face as she eased herself onto my cock, and it remained there as she rode me until I came (an embarrassingly short time later). It was the kind of smile with fathoms of water beneath it, a lot of it very dark, and no telling whatsoever was at the bottom.

  12 THE NEXT DAY

  Nik went out in a kayak again with Paige the next day, and I sat on the porch of the cottage marinating in the worst and best thoughts I've ever had. I wondered what the two of them could be talking about, out there on the water. I wondered if Paige was whispering terrible, dirty ideas into my wife's ear. Maybe they tucked into the next cove over, lay down on the beach, and giggled while they played with each other's tits...

  I had to go jerk off in the shower twice because of the things I came up with. But it wasn't all lovely, adolescent-level desire: the nervousness, the jealousy, and the fear, clouded my whole day.

  I finally reached such an epic level of paranoia that I felt I would come out of my skin. That's when I, Cole Ryerson, after two beers and while on vacation, arose from my chair and went for a run down the highway.

  I regretted it almost immediately. I was out of shape, it was humid as hell, and the sun was glaring through the watery sky to poach me alive. But I didn't stop for about a mile, because I had to burn off some of my bad energy.

  When I reached a neighboring cove, I scrambled down the brushy hill to where I could see the water, of course hoping to find Nik, or maybe catch Nik, but there was no sign of anyone in the water or on the shore. I scrambled back up, scraping my legs to hell, and jogged back to the cottage. It was uphill and by now I felt sick from the jostling of all the beer in my stomach.

  I stripped off my shirt when I got back, and dove into the water. It was surprisingly warm for about ten feet out, and then turned ice-cold and jarred me to my senses. I stayed out until I felt chilled, and then waded in.

  Nik was somehow in the kitchen when I returned. She exited to the porch as I approached the cottage. Her hair was wet and slicked back from her face, where a light sun blush had crept over her cheeks and ignited her faint freckles. Her lips seemed very red, much plumper than usual.

  She was also wearing a bikini. It was a shiny gold fabric. The top was a little large: the triangles spread wide over her breasts and there was a very large gap of her olive skin between them, revealing the full shape of her breasts and the sweet curve of them, almost to the center where her aureole turned to dark mocha. Her nipples were hard and obvious beneath the fabric. The bottoms were also loose and daringly skimpy.

  My eyes widened, and I was dismayed to feel my cock burgeoning without authorization from my brain at all.

  Nik smiled at me. She shook herself a little, and the bikini threatened to come undone and slip right off. “You like?” she teased. “I borrowed it from Paige.”

  She looked down at her own breasts and adjusted the suit. “It's a bit risque,” she commented. She tipped her head back and took a long drink of water from the tall glass in her hand. “Where were you?” she said casually, after emitting a satisfied gasp at the end of her drink. Her eyes went up and down my body. “Did you swim?” she said, arching her eyebrows.

  “I went on a run,” I said, dryly.

  She extended her hand and gave me what was left of her water. It was ice-cold, and the glass was slippery with condensation. “Huh,” she commented. She narrowed her eyes and then turned to toss a pillow out of her way on the small couch on the patio. “Do you feel like going out with Paige and Mitch tonight? They're going in to Sydney, which is like,” Nik rolled her eyes skyward, “I tried to tell them, there's no 'nightlife' there, but they want to go.”

  I stared at her. I gulped the water. I tried to sound casual.

  “Do you want to go?” I said.

  Sydney was really not an exciting town, by anyone's standards. Summer gave it a little boost of energy, and scraped away the thick grime of winter depression from its exterior, but it was hardly worth driving to.

  Nik crossed her legs, and bounced her foot around. She made a strange face, scrunching up her nose and almost grimacing, but somehow still looking happy at the same time. “I think...I do.” she said, as if she couldn't explain it to herself.

  I shrugged. Inwardly, my heart was racing and my blood pressure threatening to burst an artery, but I had no real explanation for why this was getting me as riled up as all that. Half of me wanted, really wanted, to spend the night with Paige and Mitch, and see where things took us. It felt like a razor's edge, and I liked the feeling of some kind of life being breathed back into me by the excitement.

  The other half of me was acting like an idiot. I wanted to pack up the car and take Nik home before she got any weirder. Any more alluring, any more dangerously unlike herself.

  Still...that bikini.

  “Let's go,” I said, as if I had no cares in the world. “If you want to.”

  And then my fool mouth kept right on going. Unauthorized. “Maybe you can borrow something to wear from Paige.”

  The nearly-transparent white dress filled my head.

  Nik tapped a tooth with her forefinger. The gesture unsettled me: she had never done that in all the time I had known her. “Already taken care of,” she said, with a wink.

  Then she stood up, and put a hand on my shoulder. “I'm going to go get some sun while it's hot,” she said.

  I was inside the cottage before I realized that that statement, too, was as odd as her tooth-tapping, or porn-watching, or anklet-wearing.

  Hot.

  But not very Nik.

  Not Nik at all.

  I felt a cool discontent spreading through my chest. But my extremities – and one in particular – were on fire.

  13 SYDNEY

  “What do you think?” Nik said, emerging from the bedroom.

  I wasn't sure where to look. The dress she had borrowed from Paige was, in a word, stunning. It was somehow silver and black at the same time, in some way my male mind couldn't fathom. Black lace peeked out from the low-cut top, where the pleasant shape of Nik's pert breasts was plumped up and displayed in silvery, lacy, shimmery glory. It was sleeveless, and ft her slender form tightly, all the way to the very short skirt, which flared ever-so slightly, and has an alarming slit in it that ran almost to the middle of her ass. The effect was elegant and slutty at the same time.

  I let out a puff of air. Several thousand things popped up in my mind as possibilities to say (“get back in there and put some clothes on;” “you look like a prostitute;” and “fuck”) but my mouth and brain negotiated only a caveman-like monosyllable:

  “Hot.”

  “It's almost too much,” she said. But then she shrugged. “You ready?”

  Her eyes seemed to be genuinely asking this question.

  “I feel under-dressed,” I said. And I did. Again, I was sporting my best outfit: jeans and a white shirt.

  “Oh god, whatever,” Nik said. “It's only Sydney.”

  She smiled at me.

  And so away we went. I followed her out the door. As she stepped out of her shoes to head across the sand to Paige and Mitch's cottage, I noticed it.

  The anklet.

  The sight of it spiked through me and wrenched my gut in two directions at once.

  I could have said something, of course, but it wound me up so much that I just followed her. Truthfully
? I wanted to see where it would go.

  *

  Paige was dressed in a surprisingly plain black dress, which was not conservative by any standards, except by comparison to her other clothing (and lack thereof). The dress plunged low between her breasts and low in the back, down to a wide c-curve that almost reached her ass. Other than that, it was an ordinary black dress, and completely opaque.

  “You're dressed conservatively tonight,” I said, as she sat down across from me in a leather couch at the club. Nik and Mitch had offered to get drinks for us – or more appropriately, Mitch had told me that's what would happen – and Paige had slung her arm through mine and climbed the stairs with a slinky, feline walk, dragging me behind her.

  I wasn't sure why I said it, but as usual, Paige was warm and unbothered by everything. She responded to almost everything as though she was lying on a float in a Caribbean sea.

  “I didn't want to take the spotlight off Nik,” she said, after a long enough pause that I thought she wasn't going to answer me.

  The gleam of the gold anklet around Nik's ankle floated through my mind, and stirred something around inside of me. Paige's lips parted a little in what seemed like a mildly perverse pleasure at my reaction.

  “It's just a game, Cole,” she said, and she reached to pat me on the knee. “You know that.” Her fingers made a circle over my knee, rubbing against the outline of my kneecap, and an electric wave jolted down my thigh and straight into my cock. I stared at her hand as she continued to play with my knee. She was grinning. I knew I shouldn't just let her stroke my knee, but I was sort of helpless to stop her. Her big breasts were swinging right in front of my face and her mouth was so inviting with her unhurried wickedness prying it open.

  The club was a little dead, but when I had commented on it, Paige had smiled lightly and told me to wait a bit. She had said it with the authoritative air of someone who knew all there was to know about the life of clubs and bars.

  Mitch's presence hummed next to me, and he sat down next to Paige. Nik set my drink down but walked to the railing and looked over to the dancefloor. She gave it a mild scowl and kicked up a foot. Then she trotted back and sat down by me. “I warned you guys,” she said. “There's not much 'life' in Sydney's nightlife.”

  Paige pulled her feet up next to her and stretched a little to curl up around Mitch like a kitten. “It'll pick up,” she said. And then: “Did you watch our videos?”

  The question was so abrupt, and the memory so visceral, that I got a little dizzy between all the blood flushing across my face and going to my cock at the same time.

  But it was Nik who answered. She appeared to be unaffected by the question, and, very unlike herself, she also appeared to be unbothered by it. She smiled and took a sip of her drink. “We did,” she purred, and she gave me a sensual glance.

  “Which ones?” Mitch bellowed. “Which ones did you like? I like to know what sells.”

  Paige leaned her head back on the couch and brought her fingers to her magnificent, cock-sucking throat. She let out a mild groan. “Oh god,” she said. “Always with the money.”

  “I don't do anything unless I can make money at it,” Mitch quipped, and gave me a strange kind of manly-compadre wink, as if we shared the same ambition.

  Paige lifted her head, slowly, sexually, the way she did everything. If someone had been only looking at her from the neck up at that moment, they might have believed a man was at work eating her out. “I don't do anything unless I can have fun doing it,” she purred.

  “We watched the kidnapping one” Nik said, with a strange, complicit smile.

  Paige's eyes seemed to fold in on themselves as she struggled to remember it. Then they came to life. “Oh yes,” she said. “That was fun.”

  Mitch took a sip of his drink. “And profitable.”

  Paige leaned on his leg and moved her hands over it. “See then, baby, everyone is happy.”

  “What did you like about it?” Mitch said, looking at Nik and devouring her with his eyes. I couldn't tell if his question had a purely market-research bent to it, or if he was playing some kind of sexual game with her by asking. I felt a wave of anger crash against my chest, but I decided to stay quiet.

  Nik, who ordinarily I would have expected to get flustered and begin flapping around or giggling, looked quietly and contemplatively at the ceiling. She held her drink in the air, partway to her mouth. Then she laughed. “I don't know,” she said. “It was... hot.” She looked right at Mitch as she said this.

  I could feel a trickle of sweat coursing down my back.

  “You mentioned it was profitable,” I found myself saying, and I knew I wanted to change the subject. Paige leaned her head back in a gesture of exasperation and made a noise. “Oh god,” she complained. She sat up and reached over to take Nik's hand. “Let's go and dance,” she said.

  Nik frowned a little. She actually seemed reluctant to leave the conversation about the porn industry and money. “It's dead down there.”

  Paige grinned and winked. “For now...” Her eyes dropped to Nik's foot, and it was obvious she was guiding Nik's gaze to the anklet. “You want to give things a little...” her eyes shifted to me and Mitch, quickly, and then back. “...whirl,” she finished. It was evidently not the word she might have chosen. “Let's have some fun,” she said.

  My chest tightened. “Hold on,” I interjected, and I put my hand out on Nik's arm. “We're not talking about...”

  Paige's eyes grew wide and her face lit up with amusement. She opened her mouth and moved her jaw from side to side. “Oh Cole, it's just for fun.” Her eyes went back to Nik. “Isn't it?”

  I looked at Nik. She shook her head lightly. Then she turned to me and elbowed me playfully. “It is,” she said, in a strange tone that sounded serious, but did not match her face at all. “Just for fun,” she repeated. “It's not like I'm going to...” She shrugged.

  Paige stood up. She was looking down at me now, along the curves of her magnificent body. “Although,” she mused. “You may find you like it.”

  My cock was rock-solid, so there wasn't really a lot of denying, even to myself, that I might like some part of “it.”

  Then Paige laughed, and leaned over a little to ruffle my hair. Her fingernails scraped at my scalp and sent a delicious shudder through me. “Cole, I'm just fucking with you. Nik here isn't the type. Are you?”

  Nik stood up as well. She gave a strange smile as a response.

  And the two smiled at me and clasped their hands together to trounce away to the stairs.

  I looked back at Mitch after they bobbed down the stairway. He was turned around to watch them as well, and he exhaled deliberately and loudly when he turned back to me. “That's some number, that Nikita. You're a lucky man.”

  He leaned forward and set his drink down. “You were saying,” he said, in a suddenly business-like voice, “about profits?”

  My mouth was hanging open and I wasn't able to answer him. I was so distracted by what the voluptuous Paige might be getting up to with my wife that I barely understood his question. I felt like I should get up, and go talk to Nik, and reaffirm the loose promise she had almost made: that she was just flirting, this was just for fun, and she wasn't going to take off with some random guy.

  “I...yeah...what, sorry?” I babbled.

  Mitch shook his head. “Loosen up, guy,” he said, and his comment made my skin crawl. “Just enjoy your wife getting attention. I'm telling you, it's a great thrill.” He leaned back again and spread his arms out over the back of the couch, the same pompous way he had at Zach's. He looked out over the railing, but here wasn't anything he could see from where he was. “Of course,” he said, his voice distant, “you'd be in good shape if she did get it into her head to take things a little further.”

  Not knowing what else to do, I downed my drink.

  A waitress, who appeared very annoyed by having to climb the steps just for us, stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at me pointedly. I held
up two fingers.

  “I don't know what you ordered,” she said, crossly. She pushed herself away from the banister and dragged herself closer to our table.

  Mitch turned around. “Oh hello darlin,'” he said. I couldn't see his face but I knew he was dragging his eyes all over the waitress, who was waif-like with a pretty face and the sour expression of an angsty teenage girl turning her mouth downward. “Aren't you just a lovely little thing,” Mitch cooed.

  The girl's expression changed and I rolled my eyes inwardly.

  “You from around here?” Mitch continued, and the girl stepped forward. The ice was breaking with her, and she gave a shy smile.

  “I grew up in Sydney,” she said.

  Mitch murmured his approval. “It must be cold here all winter,” he said. “What do you like to do for fun?”

  The girl gave a light laugh. “Uh...in the winter? There's...” she suddenly realized what he was insinuating, but incredibly, instead of getting annoyed, she blushed and smiled more. “There's not much to do,” she said.

  “You have a boyfriend?”

  She shook her head and shrugged at the same time.

  “Shame,” Mitch said, and he extended his fingers to just an inch or so away from her slender thigh. “Such a waste. What's you name, darlin'?”

  “Samantha.”

  “Samantha,” Mitch repeated. It was so smarmy, the way he said her name. I felt my stomach twist.

  He let a silence linger in the air, and Samantha said, “You're not from around here, I take it?” to end the silence.

  “Well, Samantha, my buddy and I here are just in town from L.A..”

  “L.A.?” she gasped. “Oh god...what are you doing here?”

  Mitch shrugged, as if he didn't want to say. “Just a bit of scouting,” he said. “Well,” he added, “not tonight of course. It's supposed to be our night off.” He turned back to me. “But a scout's work is never really done, is it, Cole?”

  I stared at him. I was too shocked to answer. Samantha put her hand on her hip and cocked her head. The effect Mitch was having on her was evident. I could see here thinking, and I could see from the smirk on Mitch's face that it's exactly what he wanted her to be doing.