Nikita Gets In Too Deep: A Hotwife Exploration

by Arnica Butler

  I felt a cool shudder go through me. Letting someone film her. And who would that have been?

  On the screen, Nik shook her head to answer Paige's question.

  “So you're a virgin?” Paige teased.

  Nik, who was not behaving like Nik at all, but rather like some young, naive schoolgirl who was doing something terribly naughty for the first time, giggled again. It was really...lewd, and cliched, and the sort of bimbo-like thing I would have ordinarily found very unattractive, so I was surprised by how much it made my blood race to my cock.

  The camera moved away from Nik's body, and Paige moved onscreen. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. She was wearing only a sexy pair of black lace underwear that cut through her ass in a tight thong: her breasts were bare and swinging with every movement.

  “Okay,” Paige said, lightheartedly. “Hold very still...”

  Paige was shaking something in her hand.

  And then I realized: my wife was relaxing on a long chair, with her legs open.

  Paige sprayed the can she had been shaking right onto Nik's open legs, and I stared in disbelief until what it was that was happening slowly made its way through my mind. A white, creamy forth coated the springy curls between Nik's legs, and then puffed up to a pillowy cream. Still smiling, and laughing, Paige leaned over and began to swipe something into the foam.

  Slowly.

  Carefully.

  And then the chill inside of me sharpened suddenly and almost too painfully as I put it all together: this was scene of the buxom, porn-star Paige next door...shaving my wife's pussy.

  Paige slid the razor – and the realization that it was a razor, an ultra-sharp edge in her hands, sliding down the most sensitive skin on my wife's body – down each side of Nik's legs, pausing to wash the razor off in an off-screen basin of some kind. I looked at Nik. She was holding her legs open, and staring down at what Paige was doing to her with a sort of demented fascination.

  Paige leaned forward and her nipples dipped into the foamy shaving cream. She laughed, as though it had been an accident, but it was obviously done on purpose. She swiped the cream off with a leisurely finger. “Oops,” she said.

  Then, she patted Nik's pussy dry, and wiped the remaining shaving cream away. My wife's pussy was now almost entirely bare, except for a neat landing strip left by Paige.

  And I saw that between the now-bare, slightly reddened lips of my wife's pussy, she was glistening with excitement.

  “There,” Paige said. “Now my new friend Veronica can go home and make a nice, clean video if she wants to.”

  And then a deep, male voice. “But she might be back.”

  Paige looked at Nik, and her eyes dropped to her wet pussy. “Maybe,” she suggested.

  Nik smiled, another flush spreading across her cheeks. She pulled her legs close together. Smiled shyly – but I have to say, it looked as though she were deliberately hamming it up, putting on an act, making herself seem more bashful than she was. “I don't know,” she said, coyly.

  I hated admitting it to myself, and there was no real way to deny it: it was hot as hell. The video ended as Nik stood up to wrap herself in a bathrobe. Even though I felt angry, and the thought of Mitch filming my wife in such a lewd scene was making my blood boil, the sight of it had seared through me, and I felt like my skin was on fire from the inside out. My cock was so hard it felt like it was going to split down the middle.

  I looked at Nik. “I can't believe you did that,” I said.

  I wasn't really sure what my voice sounded like when I heard it.

  Nik set the camera down. She slid her hand between my legs, and found my cock with her hand. She made me jump as she rubbed her fingers up and down the pulsing length of my cock through my swim trunks, which I was still wearing from earlier in the morning.

  She opened her mouth, teasing me. And what could I really say at that point? I could tell her I was angry, but she had evidence in her hand that I was also extremely turned on.

  “You're not angry, are you?” she said. She slipped her hand into my swimsuit and sought out my dick. When her fingers encountered the welling cum at the crown, she smiled. Again, she had the real answer, no matter what I decided to say.

  “One thing just led to another,” she said, and her voice was deep and almost a moan. She pushed my suit down and pulled my cock out. “And I thought it would be kind of fun. It's just between us for now, of course. Sort of a present.”

  I stared at her. I had no idea where to begin, and the only thing I could really think about was the image of Paige sliding the ultra-sharp blade of a razor over my wife's skin, or the white foam dabbled on her nipple. My cock was stealing all the energy to think or even breathe from me.

  I watched as Nik took the camera back into her hands and played with it. I knew she was turning it on, and I just stared at her a bit helplessly as she did. My cock bounced in my lap, and I felt even more precum ooze from the tip. No matter what mixed feelings churned in my stomach, I wasn't about to stop her.

  I couldn't.

  I saw that the red light of the video was on, and Nik pushed the table away noisily to position the camera so that she could film what she was about to do. I didn't know how I felt about it, but my cock screamed in pain as it somehow filled even more.

  Then Nik slid down to her knees. “If you're really mad about it,” she said breathlessly, “then maybe I could make it up to you? Maybe you can think of some way to punish a bad girl like me?”

  I sucked in my breath as she grasped the base of my cock in her hand and leaned in closer to my throbbing member. She licked the crown, swirling her tongue around to get every last bit of the precum that had drained onto the head of my cock. Her hot tongue was wet and she made several lengthy sweeps around the ridge between my glans and my shaft, sending a shudder through me as she rounded the sensitive underside.

  “How about,” she said, “I do my best to make it up to you, and then if you're still mad, we can think of something else?”

  And before I could answer, she rose up a little on her knees, and opened her mouth to take my entire shaft inside of her.

  And then she began to give the most theatrical and insane blowjob she had ever given me. She took my entire shaft into her mouth, all the way to the base. When her lips grazed my balls, I felt my pent-up energy surging inside of me. She slid her mouth up to the top of my cock, and then paused with her lips at the crown, massaging my swollen head with her mouth. Then down again, and then she began to pump over my cock, bobbing and slurping with her wet mouth dribbling spit over my shaft.

  I was gripping the legs of the chair, and I felt myself going over the edge. I let go of one of the legs and reached for her head, to try and give her some indication that I was going over. I could feel my cum pooling in the base of my cock. But she didn't relent, and it was too late: she was all the way at the base of my cock when I felt myself bursting.

  She closed her lips around my shaft and sucked hard as she slid back up the crown, sucking the cum right out of my dick and into her mouth. She went slowly, sucking every last drop from me as I gripped her hair with one hand and the chair with the other. I opened my mouth but no sound came out until she popped off the end of my shaft. She looked up at me and smiled, as a final burst of cum spurted from my cock and onto her lips.

  She let out a light laugh, and then her tongue emerged from her mouth and licked up the white seed that had washed onto her lips.

  I was panting. Stunned. My cock twitched and throbbed. I looked over at the camera as she reached over to the table, still on her knees, to turn it off.

  “There,” she said. Then she turned back to me, her hands playful on my inner thighs. She twisted seductively between my legs, still on her knees, smiling mischievously. “That should make a good little collection for us,” she said.

  I stared at her. I was still breathing raggedly. Her fingers found their way to my balls. She lifted my cock with her other hand. Her nails tickled my sac and she smiled
more as a shudder went through me. “Unless...you're still mad at me?”

  She stood up. My inability to speak quite evidently turned her on. “I'm not quite done with you, yet, though,” she said. She put the camera in my hands.

  I followed her into the bedroom, and she peeled off her clothes as she walked. First the tank top, then the sarong, then she shimmied out of her panties at the edge of the bed. She was gloriously naked, and the setting sun gave her a sexy, bright silhouette. She took the camera from my hands and tossed herself onto the bed, scooting up to the pillows, where she reclined and opened the camera.

  Then she looked up at me, and spread her legs open. I stared at her nearly bare, still-reddened pussy, and a shudder went through me as I recalled the image of Paige's nipple in the shaving cream, so close to my wife, wielding a razor...

  “You know what I would really like?” Nik said.

  She didn't answer the rhetorical question for me, she simply trailed her fingers along her soaked gash, and then turned the camera on. I could hear the first parts of the video with Paige.

  Dizzy, almost in a trance, I climbed onto the bed and got on my knees. I could smell her tangy scent from where I was, mingled with the astringent scent of shaving cream. For a moment I had the terrible, and delicious, thought that she might have done something else entirely after the video had been turned off, and that she hadn't taken a shower yet.

  God, why did it turn me on so much?

  I peppered her thighs with a few kisses, but I was eager to get to her cunt, and she seemed eager for me to go there. I could hear the audio from the video, Paige's sultry voice, and my wife seemed to well up with excitement as she watched it. She kept her eyes on the video as I dove in to her wet pussy, wasting no time with teasing, and just going straight to her hard, slimy clit. I sucked her honeyed flavor into my mouth and pressed against her knob with my tongue. Her body rose sharply against my mouth, and she gasped. The video was now on to the blowjob she had given me. I could hear the sounds of her slurping and sucking on my cock, and my own labored breathing.

  And then she dropped the camera and clutched the sheets, and her whole body seized in a rocketing orgasm. I felt her juices gushing onto my chin, and I held her in my mouth, biting every-so-lightly on her clit so she could not escape. I played with her well past her orgasm, and she pulled on my hair and tried to writhe away, but I kept on going until she shuddered away every last drop of her climax.

  Then I collapsed on the bed, my head by her hip, and we both zoned out for a while.

  *

  “Okay,” I said finally. “I think we need to talk.”

  Nik lifted her arm and put it over her head. She stretched her legs out. The stretch was feline and sexy, and very unlike her. She seemed to growl deep inside. “Ohhh,” she said. “I know. I was afraid of that.”

  I looked up at my wife: she had a faint smile on her lips still.

  I crawled up to her.

  Don't get me wrong: this was fantastic. But it was also unnerving.

  I propped myself up on my elbow next to her. “What do you mean, you were afraid of that?” I asked her. I couldn't help sliding my hand over her body, from her pelvis, which was wet and sticky, up along her ribcage and then over her breasts. She jerked and laughed, pulling her arm down to cover her ticklish ribs.

  “I don't know, Cole...can't we just be like: 'that was fun?'”

  I sat up and spun around, dropping my feet over the side of the bed. The camera had fallen to the floor and was blinking that it was low on batteries. I gave a long sigh, which sounded much more dramatic than I meant it to.

  “I don't know, Nik,” I said. “I mean, this is great...” I rubbed my temple. I didn't know what I meant to say after that. I felt her fingers on my ass, right at the top of my crack, and then walking along my spine.

  “Don't try to tell me you didn't like it,” she said. “Because I know that's a lie.”

  I turned back to her. It was true: my cock had barely gotten soft since she had sucked me dry, and it was already filling up again.

  “It's not that,” I said. “It's just...” I stared at her, as she stretched again on the bed. She had an amused little grin on her face. “I just...you're so...different.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” she purred.

  I hesitated. I sighed again. I put my hands on my face and wiped off the sweat.

  “I don't know, Nik,” I said into my hands. “It's not bad, it's just...it's so...”

  She propped her head up on her hand, resting her elbow on the mattress. All the pillows were on the floor. “What are you worried about?” she said.

  I looked at her.

  What was I worried about?

  I shook my head. “I don't really know...I just...it feels really...not like you, you know? I feel a little bit like it's out of control or something.”

  She frowned, but it was a fake, comical frown. “What's out of control?” she said.

  “Nik, I'm not really joking around here,” I snapped. “Stop being so...I don't know, casual about things.”

  Her face went serious. She sat up. “Cole,” she said, and her voice was much more sensitive. “I know I went a little...over the line with the...shaving video -”

  “Yeah,” I said. “You did.”

  A flash of anger went over her face. “Wait a minute,” she said. “You've been getting off on this whole...hotwifing thing, ever since Paige and Mitch showed up here. Don't act like you haven't.”

  I rubbed my forehead and closed my eyes.

  There was no way I could deny that.

  “I just did it because it seemed like it'd be hot. And you know what? You thought it was hot.”

  There was also no realistic way for me to deny that.

  “I know,” I said, still rubbing my forehead. I didn't have a headache, I just needed something to do to warrant closing my eyes. I needed to think. I needed to get this conversation back on track, whatever that meant. “I know Nik,” I said. “It was really hot. I know. I'm not saying it wasn't...it's just...it's...what are we doing?”

  I opened my eyes.

  She smiled. That same devious, dangerous smile. “Experimenting,” she said.

  I stared at her again. Was this actually my wife? I shook my head in open-mouthed disbelief.

  “Look,” she snapped, suddenly. She twisted around and got onto her knees, and before I could do anything about it, her fingers were closed around my cock, which was doing me no favors by betraying my obvious, perverted attraction to what was taking place. “If you really don't like it, we just don't do anything more. Okay? We just delete the video, we never watch it, and we go back to the way things were before, and I'll stop flirting with other men, and that's that. And you'll never,” and she emphasized “never” with a hard squeeze over my aching shaft, “have to have your cock sucked by me while you watch Paige shave my pussy again.”

  In spite of my burgeoning erection, I pushed Nik away a little. “Nik,” I complained. “It's just...”

  Nik let out a sigh of exasperation. “It's just what, Cole?”

  “Look, don't get me wrong,” I said, grasping her wandering hand. “I obviously really like...well, whatever you're doing...it's just that, you're so...different. You know?”

  She batted her eyes. Then, reading something in my face, she got a little serious. “You're serious,” she said. “I thought that was part of the fun for you.”

  I sighed again. “It is...it is, it's just...it's also really unnerving, you know? I mean...where is it going to stop?”

  Nik sat back on her heels and then twisted around to sit cross-legged. Oddly enough, she didn't seem to be considering the question for the first time. It flitted over her face, as though she had a file of notecards about it in her mind.

  She shrugged. “I don't know,” she said, finally.

  “I mean...do you actually want to make more videos? Do you want to put things on the internet? Are you serious about it?”

  She looked at me sassily.
“I don't know, Cole. Are you actually serious about watching me fuck some other guy?”

  It was my turn to seriously consider the big question that had been plaguing me:

  Was I actually serious about that?

  Nik reclined against the headboard and stretched out her legs. “I didn't expect this,” she said, after a long pause.

  The statement lingered in the air, and then Nik's eyes jerked up, as though she had only just realized what she said.

  Quickly, she added: “But it gives me...like, such a rush, you know? The idea that it's being filmed? The idea that someone is watching?”

  She flitted her eyes. “And so, you know, if you're serious, and it seems like you are, then I think I could get that same rush out of...I don't know. Actually doing it. Sleeping with another guy.”

  I felt my pulse soaring again, and my heart was fluttering so hard against my chest that I started to worry about getting hauled off in an ambulance before I could make a decision about this one way or the other. Everything I had seen in the past two weeks, from Paige tied up and taking it in the ass, to Paige shaving Nik's cunt, to my own wife looking at me from across the dance floor while another man slid his hands all over her body, filled my head at once. It almost overwhelmed me.

  I did want it. Some part of it. Not everything I was feeling, but some of it.

  “Actually doing it,” I repeated.

  Nik's eyes caught fire again, and she got onto her knees.

  She was excited. She had a great idea.

  “Listen. What if I could get my thrills, and you could get yours?”

  I felt another knife twist in my stomach. Longing, and jealousy, raged inside of me. I felt pretty ill, like I might actually throw up. Part of me wanted to erase this entire vacation from my life, and the other part of me – the part that was winning out in my mind – wanted to keep Nik talking.

  “How's that?” I said.