Nikita Gets In Too Deep: A Hotwife Exploration

by Arnica Butler

  “Yeah,” the guy said, his voice low and hypnotic. “Yeah, I guess I see it now,” he conceded. Then he looked back at Paige, who was amused by the whole interaction and biting into a cherry with mild disinterest. His eyes also walked all over her body, and I saw a flicker of annoyance in Nik's eyes.

  I could tell that Nik's competitive spirit was taking over. She had set her sights on this enormous man. It was incredibly hot. She seemed to have forgotten that I was even in the room for a moment, and she began to flirt unabashedly with him.

  Mitch slid in next to me at the bar and grinned. “Well, well, well,” he said. “Looks like Nikita has awakened.”

  There was no real reason to be annoyed by Mitch, or his saying that, but it got under my skin. I could frankly enjoy everything much better without Mitch and his sly comments.

  I said nothing, and looked into my beer, while I strained to see what my wife was doing in the corner of my eye, and tried overhear the conversation. I could see Nik's red-clad body moving closer and closer to the man, and she tossed her head back and laughed, and put her hand on his arm. Closer and closer she was getting.

  Then suddenly, she suggested that they go dance. A brilliant move, one that left the still relaxed and amused Paige with the friend, who was more than happy to take his buddy's place talking to the gorgeous blonde.

  I turned to watch my wife, and I felt a searing pain when I saw her. She had gone right to full-attack mode, and was grinding her ass against the man. He had his hands on her waist – hands so large that they practically circled her entire waist. He seemed to be moving her body for her. Nik lifted her eyes to meet mine. She drew her finger from her lips down the center of her chest, and then mouthed: “Yes?”

  Mitch gave a light harrumph. “This your first time?” he said.

  And I said, “yeah;” though at the time, I wasn't sure who it was for, Mitch or Nik.

  Or Nikita, because that's the woman who was grinding against the man on the dancefloor.

  Mitch turned and rested his arms on the bar. His eyes were on Nikita, the way they had been on the girl at the bar in Sydney. It was a cold, calculating stare. A businessman's stare. I got a cool, unsettled feeling from the way he was looking at her, one that I would eventually recognize as foreboding.

  But my wife was on the dancefloor with a big, alpha, black man. She turned to face him, and rested her arms on his shoulders. She leaned in close to him, and I watched in torrid disbelief, my cock completely out of my control and stiffening to an almost painful erection, as she whispered into his ear. They were still moving to the music, although slower, and Nik was pressed up against him. He could feel, I knew, her firm breasts, and smell her lavender-scented hair. Her lips were next to his ear, and I watched as his face changed while she told him whatever she told him. His eyes widened, a grin began to turn his big lips upwards. Then he turned slightly, and looked over at me.

  Our eyes met, and then I understood what Nik was telling him. I felt cool in my extremities as the man met my gaze. I hadn't imagined that Nik would actually propose to the man of her choice. And yet I could see from his smile that this was precisely what she had done.

  Mitch clicked his tongue and sort of hissed. “Wow. She's...not very hesitant, is she?” He grinned at me when I turned to glare at him. “Lucky man,” he said, patting me on the shoulder. “It took some doing to get to Paige to that point.”

  Another deeply unsettling wave of cold went through me.

  Mitch slid past me to join Paige, and I didn't know where to look.

  And then they were there. Nik – Nikita – and the man. Nik had her hands on him, her left hand with our meager wedding band gleaming against his shirt, moving up and down his chest seductively. Her other hand on his back somewhere, maybe on his ass. She was smiling, and she was a transformed woman. Fully in control of herself and the situation, as she said:

  “Honey. This is Andre.”

  Andre had a smug grin on his face.

  “I've told him about our arrangement,” Nik continued, and she met my eye and leveled me so that I didn't burst out saying that we really had no specific arrangement. She was urging me, hypnotically, to play along.

  And I could see that I really had no choice. Everything had been set in motion. And my wife was going to fuck a big black man. I could either play along, and enjoy myself (which my cock very obviously was interested in doing), or I could ruin the moment and probably get the guy angry and piss off my wife.

  After all, this had been my idea.

  “He's up for it,” Nik was saying. “So why don't you go get comfortable, and Andre and I will have a drink, and we'll see you upstairs?”

  I looked at Andre. He was amused. He reached toward the bar, where my drink was, and without blinking an eye, he took it, and had a sip.

  “Mmm,” he said. “Whiskey man. Good taste.”

  I felt my chest tighten. Nik looked at me and nodded.

  I looked wildly around. Mitch was facing me, talking to Paige, and he didn't look at me, but I could see he was watching in the corner of his eye with interest.

  The words he had spoken to me what seemed like so long ago at the beach came back to me in that moment.

  “But don't you get...jealous...or...?”

  “Oh yes,” Mitch assured me. “That's the best part. But the thing is, I'm really the one in control.”

  I felt in my pocket for my room key.

  And then, trying to be suave, and maybe succeeding, or maybe not, I held it up. “See you there,” I said.

  I looked at Nik, hoping to catch perhaps a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes. But she just winked.

  It was on.

  19 WATCHING

  I felt extremely drunk as I made my way back to the hotel room. This was all going right, but it was all going wrong. I fumbled with the key, entered the room, and looked around.

  Was this what Nik had meant by our “arrangement?” We had no arrangement of this kind. To be honest, I'd never even thought about it.

  Mitch and Paige had done it this way, though. Presumably.

  I sat down on the bed.

  Then I sat up immediately, realizing they would be on the bed soon, if all went as planned. Writhing around together. Andre's enormous hands all over my wife's pale, slight frame. His big lips sucking her nipples and then maybe her whole breast into his mouth. His big cock stretching her open, her thighs winding around him. I shivered as the memory of the feel of Nik's body beneath me, her ankles digging into my back, took over my body for a moment.

  And now this other man would have that feeling.

  I went to a lounge chair in the corner and sat down. Then I stood up, and rearranged the lighting. I didn't want Andre looking at me, not the way he had downstairs.

  I opened the fridge and took out three bottles of alcohol and lined them up on the table next to me.

  My cock was throbbing. I shifted in the chair.

  “What are you doing?” I said aloud.

  But it was too late, wasn't it? The time to put the brakes on all of this had come and gone.

  And there was a truth I was overlooking: I really wanted this.

  I slammed a shot of whiskey from the bottle. I looked down at the swell of my cock in my pants. A small stain of precum was forming in the crotch.

  I wanted this.

  Then why did I feel like I had swallowed a block of ice, and a hot knife? Why was my chest so tight?

  I drank the rest of the bottle and opened another one.

  Time seemed to freeze. I started to watch the clock compulsively: it was right there, never-changing.

  After fifteen minutes I had a terrible thought: what if this wasn't what Nik had intended at all? What is she had meant something else by “our arrangement?” What is she had started to come up here and been so overcome by Andre's fingers playing with her clit n the elevator that they had skipped the room altogether? What if she had fucked him in a stairwell or a car, and she had become so taken with him that she was off to
his room, or his house, or wherever he would take her?

  My pulse raged. I stood up and paced the room.

  Should I look for her? Should I leave, and risk them coming here? What if she got here and I was gone? Maybe she would think she needed to put the brakes on, that I had second thoughts – and I realized, as soon as I thought this, that the last hing I wanted was for Nik to pull the plug on this.

  I opened the door and looked both ways down the hallway. It was empty.

  I went back in the room. Now twenty minutes had passed.

  Calm down, I told myself. She said they were having a drink.

  I sat back down.

  I stared at the motionless numbers on the digital clock.

  Then I heard a knock at the door.

  I froze, not knowing what to do. Was it them? Had she lost her room key? I really didn't want to get up and let them in: I had the lighting arranged just-so, and I now had it in my mind that they would just come in, and put on a performance, and I would be a silhouette in the darkness watching.

  Again, knock.

  “Co-oooo-le.”

  Paige.

  I stumbled to the door. I was utterly lost, and had no idea what I was expecting. Half of me secretly hoped that Nik had traded in Andre for Paige. Or maybe brought them both.

  Paige was standing with one arm leaning against the wall. Her beautiful body stretched, as always, into some kind of sexy, serpentine form. She smiled. Her left hand was suspended next her, and she twisted it.

  “Did you fall asleep or what?” she purred. My eyes swept over her breasts and then to what was in her hand:

  A camera.

  “Nik asked me to bring this by.” She bent her arm forward and dropped it into my waiting hand, which I hadn't even realized I had extended.

  “Wha...?”

  “Part of your deal, right? She does what you want, and you do what she wants?”

  I looked quickly up and down the hall. “Am I in the right place?” I asked desperately.

  Paige's lips never lost her calm, sexy smile. She rolled her eyes. “You know how to work that, don't you?”

  As she said this, her hand went to my cock, which she squeezed through the material of my pants. “I could maybe...relieve you a little, so you last longer, if you'd like,” she said.

  My jaw dropped open.

  It was against the rules.

  “I have...I don't...I think...”

  Paige smiled, and withdrew her hand. “Have fun,” she said, in her catlike voice, and then she waved her fingers as she turned and sauntered down the hall.

  *

  I sat back down in the chair and fiddled with the camera while I started the painful wait again. I turned it on and off, filmed and checked on the film (later, I would be annoyed by these shorts that led to nothing, when I was looking for the actual video). I tried in vain to figure out how much memory was left on the card. I adjusted the lighting again – all the time with my ears perked up for any sound that would indicate that my wife and her recently chosen lover would come into the room.

  After what seemed like an eternity of sitting, which I finally resigned myself to, with my arms draped on the handrests and my cock erect in my lap, a jolt sizzled through me as the sound of a keycard clicking into the lock resonated from my own door.

  There was a thud after that, and light giggle. Nik's giggle. I imagined them outside, with Andre pressing her up against the door, unable to wait even a moment before fondling my wife's breasts and kissing her with his gigantic mouth. Maybe he had his hands on her thigh and was sliding them up to feel her dripping pussy beneath her panties.

  If she was even wearing panties.

  The door rattled against the frame for a few moments, proving that my guess was probably correct.

  Then I remembered the camera. Shaking, I picked it up and turned it on, and set it down on the table next to me. From there the view was excellent, of the bed at least. I had contemplated, and envisioned myself, standing up, moving around them, the way that Mitch had with his own wife. Getting a nice close-up of the man's cock inside of her, moving to get her face as she gasped and shrieked with her unfaithful orgasms.

  But I knew I wasn't bold enough, and that my hand would be unsteady. Better, this first time, to play it safe.

  The door rattled again, and then I felt the small implosion of air as the door opened.

  I suddenly wasn't sure what to expect, and I felt a stain of discomfort rising from the back of my neck. My chest felt tight again, and I could feel the pulse of my heart all the way to the tips of my fingers.

  They weren't going to...talk to me or something, were they?

  But Nik was in front of Andre, and he had his hands around her waist. She looked over at me, and gave me a delicious smile. Her eyes seemed to wink, though I know they didn't. She slide her hands over Andre's hands and leaned her head back against his broad chest as they walked into the room, waddling a little to stay close to each other.

  Andre looked at me as well, over the top of my wife's head, while his hands were full of her tits. His stare was cold and dominating, but I met his eyes. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but after he looked away he didn't look back at me again. Maybe he was checking to see if this was really what it seemed; a man who wanted to watch another man fuck his wife.

  He turned Nik around abruptly after that, and held her by the base of her skull and her neck, close to his face as he kissed her passionately. I squirmed a little in my chair. His hand was buried in her dark hair, but I could see the shape of them, nearly as big as the back of her whole head.

  He moved his other hand around her body to cup one of her tight buttocks. I heard a murmur of pleasure from him as he squeezed.

  And then, his big fingers slid down her ass, to the hem of the red dress. He slid his index finger along the hem, back and forth, almost like he wanted to tease me more than her. The part between her legs was right here, just above it. He continued to stroke the fabric, back and forth, back and forth, and my cock felt like it would explode as it twitched and flopped inside my pants with every pass of his dark fingers over the fabric.

  And then his finger disappeared beneath the hem, between her legs. As his hand moved up to the sweet spot between her thighs, my wife shuddered in pleasure. The tight sides of her dress started to pull up as his hand went further and further. I saw his finger move back and forth in a different direction now. Slowly, half-hidden, but clearly stroking her through the material of her panties. He still had her mouth beneath his, and he was slurping away at her face. Nik moaned, and his finger plunged up between her skirt and further under the fabric.

  He dropped his other hand and used both hands to impatiently pull her skirt up. A very strange modicum of relief washed through me to see that her red panties were still neatly in place, with the lace resting prettily on her skin, nestled between her firm asscheeks, narrowing in a v-shape to tuck beneath her ass and snuggle up against the soaked folds of her pussy.

  I started when Andre lifted a big hand and slapped it down on Nik's ass. A hard slap echoed through the room, and he closed his hand over her flesh and kneaded it. Then he used the same hand to work the lace panties down her ass, peeling them away until they hung down against her thighs. His other hand pushed the dress up, and over her head.

  When the dress was at the end of her arms, he twisted it and held her arms suspended above her head. His hungry eyes drank up her breasts, which were free and must have been pert against his dress shirt. His hand moved around her body, and down the front of her, where I knew he was sliding his fingers into her wet pussy. I saw them between her legs from behind her. He used two fingers to pry her legs open, readjusting her. And then the pink tip of his finger poked in and out of her glistening wet flesh as he stroked her clit. He held her hands suspended above her head, and even though she writhed in his grip, he had her held quite fast. He lowered his head to her chest, and though I could not see it, I knew by Nik's gasp that he had taken her chocolatey nippl
e into his mouth, She writhed and moaned, and then began to howl as she came closer to her orgasm – her first of many. I watched his finger between her legs, getting slick with her juices, until she let out a tortured cry and her legs began to shake so much that I thought she would fall.

  He released her nipple with a pop, and walked her toward the bed with her hands still suspended over her head, caught in her twisted dress. Her panties worked their way down her thighs as her legs moved, and her thighs shone with her juices. The scent of her cum and excitement wafted across the room, wild and tangy. I gripped the armrests and tried to steady my breathing.

  Andre tossed Nik onto the bed. He handled her like a limp doll.

  Nik wriggled free of her dress, though, and rose up to her knees. Andre was standing at the foot of the bed, removing his clothes. Nik looked over at the table, took in the camera, and then lifted her eyes to smile at me again.

  Then she turned back to Andre, who was lifting his white undershirt over his head.

  His chest was broad, and the curves of his tightly cut muscles had been hidden beneath his shirts. Nik ran her tongue along her upper lips and her eyelashes displayed the slow movement of her eyes up and down Andre's fit body. She looked back up at him, her eyes bright with excitement. Then she began to walk herself on her knees, to help him remove his belt.

  I watched as Nik's fingers closed around the zipper of Andre's fly. She tugged slowly, and the zipper crawled open. The bulge of his cock, still encased in his underwear, spewed from the open zipper, and I saw Nik's eyes widen. She ran her fingertips over the shape of it before she dipped her hand into his underwear.

  When she pulled his cock out, it was I who widened my eyes. His cock was not even fully erect, because it still had a light wobble to it, and it seemed to go on forever, flopping in her hands like a big, black snake.

  Nik stared at it.

  Andre was watching her face, amused. He had obviously encountered this kind of reaction before, and clearly enjoyed it.