Nikita Gets In Too Deep: A Hotwife Exploration

by Arnica Butler

  He gave me a smug grin before turning back to Samantha. “Darlin,' could you get my buddy here a nice big whiskey double? What's your top shelf?”

  She twisted her hair and apologized before divulging that it was Dewer's.

  And I was stunned to find myself making a lame joke. “That'll do-'er,” I practically shouted.

  What the fuck was I doing? I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.

  Mitch's body rippled with distaste, but he kept sailing, with his smooth voice. “And get one of those for me, too,” he said.

  He turned back to me and raised his eyebrows. “Smooth,” he said.

  I was feeling wildly uncomfortable. I didn't like how Mitch had implicated me in being from L.A., and also a sleazy guy who pretended to be a scout, and I didn't at all like where he seemed to be headed with that waitress. I certainly didn't want to be a part of it.

  Once she was gone, though, I remembered the other thing that was making me uncomfortable as hell: my wife was downstairs with the over-the-top sexy porn star Paige, wearing an anklet and planning to “have some fun.”

  Whatever that meant.

  Deeper inside of me, there was an even greater discomfort, however: I was uncomfortable with myself. Because I was dying to look over the edge and see Paige and Nik dancing. I was hoping to see them dance with each other, but if I was honest with myself, I was also hoping to see them dancing with some other guys.

  “You need to relax,” Mitch said, out of nowhere.

  This irritated me. “Look,” I said. “I think it's great what you and Paige have going, and I'm not judging you, but this is my wife.”

  Mitch's face was unchanged for a beat, and then he broke into a smile. A relaxed smile, the smug fucker. “Sure, man.”

  I stood up and leaned on the railing.

  The dance floor had a few more people on it, but no Paige and no Nik. I scanned the area frantically.

  I found Paige's light, wild hair first. She had climbed up on some sort of box to lean in to the DJ, whose eyes, I could see from here, were trained on her big tits. Nik was leaning against a nearby wall, legs extended and crossed in front of her. For a moment that was all I saw, and then she moved her head in a nod, and I realized that the man standing next to her was talking to her.

  Nik brought her drink to her lips. She had a straw in it, whatever it was, and she sipped through it while she listened to whatever the guy was telling her. He was a young kid, wearing baggy pants and looking far too young and far too thuggish to be talking to my wife.

  Nik laughed, opening her mouth, and placed her hand on the kid's arm.

  Flirting.

  Mitch appeared next to me. He rested his arms on the railing. He had the whiskey in his hands now.

  “See what I mean,” he said, pointing in the direction of Paige. My eyes didn't move from my own wife. “It's pretty entertaining.” He took a sip of his whiskey.

  *

  I watched for a while and then I decided to go to the john and get my head on straight. I wanted to go home. Nik wasn't doing anything, really, just talking to pother men. I had no real reason to be in a sour mood, but something seemed “off,” and I couldn't help myself,

  When I came out from the restroom, the club was like a completely different place. I had no idea how it had happened, but the place had filled up with a crowd. A lot of them were quite a bit younger than us. I felt pretty out of place.

  I swept my eyes over the dance floor, where I had last seen Paige and Nik. In spite of the uptick of people, Paige and Nik were easy to find: they were easily the most attractive women at the club that night, and it could well be, given where we were, that they were the most attractive women the place had ever seen.

  I leaned against the bar and positioned myself so that I had a good view of the two of them. I really didn't want to return upstairs and listen to Mitch hit on every girl around. In a Canadian club, girls could legally be as young as nineteen, and some of these kids looked like they had conned their way in, which wasn't that unusual either. It seemed to me he was playing with fire, and also, he was being dick.

  This is what I told myself was the reason for staying downstairs where I could see my wife and Paige. I also told myself that I was enjoying their display of vague lesbianism. Who wouldn't?

  But I knew that what I was really staying there for, deep down inside, was the chance to be close by if some other man came to flirt with my wife. And not to step in and stop it: no, I wanted to watch the whole thing. I wanted the same thrill I'd been getting from all the other men Nik flirted with.

  I just wasn't, at that particular moment, able to fully admit it to myself.

  At first, Paige and Nik were dancing close together. Lights flashed color on their sweaty skin, and they seemed to be really caught up in the dancing itself. They both had their eyes closed most of the time, and they gyrated and thrust their tits and asses in jarring movements along with the beat. Paige's body was a spectacular sight as she swung her hips and bounced with the music. Rivulets of sweat were forming on her neck and her chest, and then snaking down into the crevice between her breasts. Her dark eyeshadow looked black and dramatic in the light, giving her a dirty, underground whore kind of look. She was a really spectacular sight, the kind of woman you couldn't actually believe was present in front of you and dancing. Every man in the club had his eyes either fixed on her, or sneaking back to her. Of course. She was a real-live porn star dancing in the middle of the floor.

  Nik was also dancing in, for her, an unusually loose and fluid way. I stared at her. Then I slowly began to see what I hadn't thought about before. Even though she was next to the stunning Paige, Nik had her own brand of sexiness, and she was probably drawing just as many guys to her as Paige. Her body wasn't as overbountifully sexual, but in the dress she was wearing she gave off the same soaring sexiness as Paige.

  My stomach twisted. Maybe even more so.

  Her face, awash in the alternating colored lights of the club, was occasionally frozen in the flash of a strobe. Her features burned through my mind for a moment: her dark eyes, her pouty lips, her upturned nose. She didn't just look like regular old Nik, as I had come to think of her: she looked like a savagely sexy Nikita.

  My imagination began to take off with that thought, and my cock was hard again in no time at all as more and more distance formed in my mind between the woman who was my wife, and the woman on the dancefloor who looked like her.

  It took a while, and I imagine a great deal of liquid courage, but eventually some hulky, alpha-looking males approached the two of them. Something sizzled inside of me as a dark-skinned and very tall guy slid in behind Paige and began to grind with her. Paige wasted no time in leaning back against him, scooting her ass right into his crotch, and letting him slip his dark hands around her waist.

  I looked at Nik. She didn't seem to notice or care that Paige was dancing with a new partner. A brave man was behind her now as well.

  I sucked in my breath, and then I stopped breathing altogether, as I waited for the man to make his move. He was obviously a buddy of the man dancing with Paige: not black, but with the same athletic swagger as him. When he finally stepped in to place his hands on my wife's torso, he looked down at her with a possessive stare. His face was close to the back of her neck, where he could breathe in the smell of her, and his hands were on her gyrating abdomen. A knife of pain went through me. I felt enraged, and my heart began to pound wildly with jealousy.

  At the same time, though, I didn't move. I knew I wasn't going to. I didn't want to stop this. I wanted to see more. As much as I was silently willing Nik to move away, or to turn around and slap him, I was also silently willing her to keep going. Hoping he would move his hands over her body. Maybe lean in a bit more until his lips were against her skin...

  They danced like this for what seemed like an eternity, and I kept my eyes glued to whatever I could see, among all the dancers I had to look through, of the guy's hands. They didn't move much: they were firml
y encircling her narrow waist, and enjoying the feel of her pulsing body in his hands. But he didn't slide them over her curves to cup her breasts, at least not at first. I realized, standing there and watching the scene, that I was willing him to do just that, from across the room.

  It was because of this that I didn't see Paige disappear. After some time, I realized she was gone: both Paige and her big, black jock friend.

  No matter. I kept staring at the man with my wife.

  Nik continued to grind up against him. Finally, his hands began to slide slowly upward. Between the flashes of light I could see their position changed: now on her ribcage, now wedged into the slight fold where her breasts met her chest. Now moving over the swell of her tits.

  Nik reached her arms up, and placed them around the back of the man's neck. Now his mouth was close to her ear, and I could see that he was moving in to kiss her earlobe, or the back of her neck. Her sweat must have been just in front of his lips.

  Across the dance floor, Nik looked up and met my eyes. She smiled as the stranger nuzzled her ear, and his hands moved over the front of her body. I knew there were things I couldn't see, like the man's hard cock pressing against her lower back, where surely she could feel it. Like her nipples, which were surely hard beneath the slippery fabric of her dress.

  The man moved his hands down, and they went to her thighs. Nik kept her eyes on mine, and the devious smile remained on her lips as the man palmed her slender thighs and delicately edged the short skirt of her dress up, and up...

  The pain in my chest was stopping me from breathing. His hands were traveling by increments further and further up my wife's thighs, under the dress, and they would keep going if I didn't do something. But my eyes kept returning Nik's stare. Her eyes were wild with mischief and lust, and her expression was turning me on almost as much as what the man was doing to her. And stabbing through my heart with jealousy almost as much as well.

  Finally, Nik turned in the mans arms. Her body slid around in his hands, and then they were on her ass, cupping her firm buttocks. She pulled him close to her, and for a terrible moment I thought she was going to kiss him. Instead she pulled him close to whisper something in his ear. Another jolt of terror went through me: was it possible she was actually making some kind of arrangement with him, and planning to meet up?

  I watched his face. A curtain of disappointment fell over it, and then he smiled.

  Strangely, I could feel the same disappointment pouring over myself.

  Nik pushed gracefully through the dancers, heading toward me. She was smiling. She took a hard right when she reached me, and grasped my hand to pull me along as she did.

  I followed her, through the thickening and increasingly young crowd, to the parking lot.

  When we got outside she let out a loud laugh. Then she turned to face me. She pushed me back against a wall and slid her fingers under my shirt, caressing my chest. “So?” she said. “Did you like it?”

  My cock was swollen against her thigh, so she already knew I had. We kissed, and I moved my hands up and down her skimpy dress, looking for a way to get inside of it and touch her skin.

  “Listen,” she said, breaking off our make-out session. “I told that guy I was going to the bathroom. I think we should probably just...you know.”

  I looked back at the club.

  “Paige left a long time ago,” Nik said, sensing my question. “They're going to the...Prince...the...one of the royals, it's named after...anyway, a hotel. But it sounds pricey. I think we should just go to...somewhere else, you know?”

  I was a little bit peeved at Paige and Mitch, as much as I was also intrigued. Anyway, we hadn't really firmed up our plans and I suppose no one could have made the drive back to the island anyway. And my wife was squirming in my hands, and my cock was hard, so I pulled her out to the main street and we began looking for a cab.

  Which, it turns out, at that hour of night in a place like Sydney, you are better off calling for. We ended up stumbling upon a hotel while we were looking for a cab, and by then we were both so worked up that we got a room without even considering the quality of the place.

  14 A TALK ABOUT SOMETHING

  Nik was playing with my hands, holding them up and stroking the length of my fingers. We were exhausted, and we'd ordered room service because we were so hungry and spent after making love twice. It was early morning now and we hadn't really slept much.

  “Cole?” she said in a sweet voice, abruptly.

  “Mmm,” I said. I was sleepy, overcome by the full emptiness of having such hot sex with a woman, twice in one night.

  “I want to talk about something.”

  I felt a quiver of fear ripple through me, and then a tinge of annoyance. I sort of wanted to just enjoy what we had. But Nik was right, we needed to talk. She was just being her usual, proactive self, taking care of things and confronting them, as she did with everything, before anything got out of hand.

  “Okay,” I said.

  She let out a light laugh. “Oh god,” she croaked. “I'm not even sure how to tell you about this.”

  She paused, and then she dove in. She spoke very rapidly, because that's what happens to Nik when she's trying to get things taken care of.

  “So look, you know I've been, like...sort of...making friends with Paige, right?”

  She didn't pause much for me to affirm this. She opened her mouth to say something, and then, after scanning my face, seemed to decide better of it. She formed a few words before saying:

  “So anyway, she's gotten me thinking – just thinking, you know, not...I'm not saying that we have to do it or anything, it's just kind of a thing I'm thinking of...”

  As she went on and on like this, for what seemed like an eternity, my heart began racing. I couldn't believe she was actually going to propose doing this for real. And what was I going to say? I was trying desperately to race ahead of my thoughts and think it through, when Nik concluded:

  “...of maybe...” she giggled. “Trying it out?”

  I was silent. I could actually feel my heart in my chest.

  “You know, making our own video,” Nik said.

  What?

  “Huh?” I said. I felt like I needed to be sitting upright all the sudden. I pushed myself up against the headboard. “What?”

  Nik sat up with me. “Too much? I mean, here's the thing. I wouldn't put my face in it or anything. And...look, I know it sounds crazy, but you know how we've been like, messing around with watching and stuff...I kind of...I'm kind of into it.”

  “Into hotwifing?” I said.

  She raised her eyebrows. “No silly. Into, like...voyeurism. You know? I like people...watching me.” She put her hands up to her face and pushed her hair away, laughing a little. “Oh god,” she said. “I know it's weird. I just...I'm really getting...it's a rush, you know. And Paige was telling me all about making videos and then she puts them up there and just...all these people are watching, and so she knows that while she's making them, and I got to thinking about it while she was telling me and it's just...I don't know.” She turned to me and put her hand on my arm. “I know it's a little crazy. I just...I thought I'd ask you, see what you thought.”

  I was a little slow coming around to this. My own mind was still trying to make Nik's request fit into what I had hoped she was going to say.

  “So you want to make pornos,” I said finally.

  Nik collapsed on the bed. “I mean, you don't have to make it sound so...trashy. I just want to make one video. Like, to try it out.”

  “But a porno,” I said.

  She sat up and turned to me. “Oh come on. It's just amateur porn. Everyone's doing it.”

  I stared at her. “Who...?”

  She blinked. “What?”

  “Well, I mean...who with?”

  “Don't be stupid, Cole.”

  I wasn't trying to be. I really wasn't. I was being a filthy pervert, but I certainly wasn't doing my best not to be stupid.

  “Oh
, with me. With me?” I said.

  “Of course with you, you idiot.”

  She looked at me, and her face started changing, from amusement to confusion, to a slightly annoyed expression of realization. “Oh you thought I...but I thought we were just playing around with all that.”

  I kept my mouth closed, considering my options. Or trying to.

  “You didn't think I was going to actually...?” she said.

  I shrugged.

  Nik's mouth dropped open. Then it was taken over by a disbelieving smile. A little glint came into her eyes. “Wait. You wouldn't actually want me to?”

  I shrugged again and looked down at my hard cock.

  “Cole!” she said. But the tone of her voice was not as harsh as I might have expected, if she had been really revolted by the idea. I let her simmer for a few seconds.

  I wanted to jump in and ask her to do it. Maybe this was my chance.

  But I was paralyzed by something. Maybe fear that she would say no; maybe by the fact that it would be a step in our marriage we could never take back. I hesitated. Then I changed course entirely. I was off the rails, out of control, and I didn't know how to steer the conversation the way I wanted it to go.

  “Okay, you know what? I'm...I could be into it,” I said.

  Why not? There were worse things in this life than your wife wanting to make a porno with you.

  Nik looked at me.

  “I'm into it,” I insisted, laughing a little to lighten the mood. I guided her hand to my cock, and closed her fingers around it through the white sheet. “See?”

  Nik grinned.

  15 BACK IN CAPE BRETON

  We went back to Cape Breton the following afternoon. Paige and Mitch had found us in a breakfast cafe, where we were contemplating how on earth to get back to the cottage. They sat down and began chatting as if we had made plans to meet up and return home together all along.