Nikita Gets In Too Deep: A Hotwife Exploration

by Arnica Butler

  Nik moaned as he entered her, and I was disappointed and at the same time relieved that I didn't have quite the view I had before, of Nik's pussy stretching to accommodate such a giant cock. I could hear the sloshing of her wet, dirty cunt as he slammed against her, his big balls swinging below him and slapping against her with each thrust.

  “She likes that,” a male voice said, but it was not the man who was ramming her from behind.

  A very cold sensation went through me as I realized it was Mitch.

  “You ever had two cocks at the same time?” Mitch asked. I realized he was holding the camera. My guts felt wrenched in all directions. Was Mitch going to fuck my wife? If he was, it had certainly happened, and there was nothing I could do about it.

  I felt sick, but my cock was throbbing and gushing precum as I watched the fat cock move in and out of Nik's bare snatch.

  Nik howled. “Let's get another cock in here, one for her to suck on,” Mitch said. And magically, another man appeared. He was less well-endowed, but his cock was still large. Nik lifted her head and looked up at him with a smile, as he brought his erect cock to her lips. She kissed the tip of him before she opened up and swallowed him whole.

  I stared in horror and ecstasy as my wife took a pounding from behind and sucked on a second cock. It seemed to last forever.

  Another abrupt edit.

  Now Nik was lying on her chest, with her ass in the air. Her hands were balled up into tight fists and her eyes were squeezed shut behind the mask. She let out a howl, but it was also a deeply sexual, slutty moan at the same time. The man who had been pounding her pussy now had his finger in her ass, and he was gently finger-fucking her. “Is this your first time?” he asked her, and Nik nodded her head.

  The man produced some lubricant from seemingly nowhere, and stroked it over his cock. The camera moved in and behind Nik, so that the screen was largely taken up by her ass. But it was expertly shot, because her face, pressed against the couch, and the tortured expressions of her mouth, would all be captured by the camera for the next part.

  The man placed his swollen member to the pink pucker of my wife's asshole. It was so tiny, and the crown of the fat cock covered it completely. It looked like an impossibility. Nik brought her fingers to her mouth, the fingers of her left hand, and our wedding ring – our actual wedding ring – flashed in the glare of the light.

  I was suddenly floored by what I was seeing. This was really my wife, really making a porno, and she was about to get her ass filled by a huge, fat cock.

  Nik let out a howl and bit on her fingers as the man pressed forward. To my great surprise, her ass opened up for him. There was a slowness to his thrust in the beginning, probably some resistance from her, and then he just slipped in, inch after inch. “That's it,” the man growled. “Good girl.” Nik pushed herself up to all fours, and Mitch mumbled: “She's a real natural.”

  Nik was still squealing and howling, and while her voice carried the tone of pain, a little crying and whimpering, she was clearly exaggerating it. She was acting. I could tell. It was reminiscent of Paige's performance, long ago at the cottage; so much so that it seemed coached. “Oh!” she cried. “Oh, god, oh, it's so big, it's too big, I can't!” But she herself was rocking back and forth, pushing her ass against the man to get his cock deeper inside of her. “Oh! Oh!” she squealed.

  I took my own cock out and began to stroke it, figuring this was the end. The man began to pound her, and he reached forward and grabbed her hair. I found myself silently urging him on, to thrust his cock even harder into my slutty wife, to really punish her unfaithful hole with his huge cock…

  I stopped mid-stroke, nearly bursting, because the scene changed again.

  What was I looking at?

  It was Nik's pussy, spread open, her legs extending on either side. And below...dear god. Her ass. Full of cock. She was sitting on someone's lap, her legs spread open, and she had her ass stuffed with cock.

  No. No way.

  I stared in disbelief, disbelief that almost stopped my orgasm from rushing forward, as my wife, this woman who was on the screen, took another cock into her pussy. I heard her strangled moan, and I watched with a mixture of sickness and lewd lust as Nik took two cocks at once, both men slamming into her so hard that her whole body shook violently. Her feet, encased still in a pair of black stilettos, jiggled in the air. She screamed as they pummeled her.

  I came without even touching my cock. My cum splashed against the screen. Still I stood there watching, my mouth open, as the video came to an end: the man in her pussy withdrew and ejaculated onto her bouncing tits, as the man in her ass continued to push and pull her body up and down on his cock furiously. Then he suddenly pushed her onto the floor, and his cock slid out of her. The first man pulled her head back so that the second man, who had just removed his cock from her ass, could spray his cum into Nik's open, smiling mouth.

  And then another abrupt cut.

  “So how was it?” Paige was asking a freshly showered (apparently) Nikita, who was wrapped in a towel and wearing a new, white mask.

  My whore of a wife smiled, and gasped, “It was incredible.”

  “So you like being a slutty wife?” Paige prompted.

  Nik smiled devilishly.

  “So we'll maybe see more of you, then?”

  “Oh yeah,” Nik said.

  And the video ended. Another one began loading automatically, and I slammed the lid of my laptop down, immediately regretting it because there was still a splatter of cum on the screen.

  Holy fuck.

  My heart was raw, but I couldn't deny that this was, single-handedly, the hottest thing I had ever seen. The orgasm that had burst out of me without me even touching my cock had sent me stumbling to my knees on the floor. It had been incredible.

  But this was my wife for suck's sake.

  My wife the porn star.

  I sank backward into the couch.

  And then, like an addiction, I felt the laptop calling to me. Calling to me to open it. Calling me to re-load the video. Calling me to watch it over and over and over again. To read the comments. To jerk myself off again and again, all the while thinking about how my wife was a dirty, filthy, amateur internet porn actress.

  Fuck.

  23 NIKITA RETURNS

  By the time I left for the airport, SlutWifeNextDoor's first video had amassed hundreds of thousands of views. My wife was an amateur porn sensation. Comments ranged from the mildly appreciative (what a lucky husband, love veronica cant wait 4 more) to the unrepeatable filthy (I want 2 c her ass blow out a big load of cum, hope hubby eats her out). Etcetera...

  Nikita was dressed in a creme-colored dress that hugged her figure. It was short, and her legs were sculpted and firm hanging beneath it, helped along by a wood-colored pair of ridiculously tall heels that shaped her thighs into a thoroughbred’s.

  She looked sweet and slutty at the same time.

  I got out of the car and opened the door for her. She crossed the pickup lane and threw her arms around me. I couldn't help it: I dove into her mouth when she kissed me. I knew my cock was hard as a rock against her body, and her little smile indicated that she felt it, and she liked it.

  I rounded the car to help her with her suitcase. The sun was low in the sky, and the bite of fall was already in the air. There was something uplifting about it all, for a moment. After all, what was there to be glum about? My wife was an amateur porn star, who took huge cock in the ass and loved it.

  I liked it; she liked it.

  I looked at her long, tanned legs. “You got a nice tan,” I said.

  The woman standing next to the car threw her hair back and smiled broadly at me as she rubbed her legs sexily against one another. She had her Blackberry in her hand, and she was busily typing on it. “I really wanted to get a nice tan while I was there,” she said. Then she smiled. “Is that all you have to say?”

  Her hair seemed lighter, too. In so many ways she looked like a different woman.


  The feeling of trepidation that had been swamping me on and off for the past month came over me again.

  “Nik,” I said, not really knowing what I would say next.

  She looked up again from her Blackberry. “Yes?”

  “I love you.”

  She lowered her sunglasses and looked me in the eye. “Oh no. You're not...we're still cool with all this right?”

  I smiled. “Of course.”

  “And you liked it?”

  I nodded. She smiled triumphantly.

  She opened the car door and glided into the vehicle with a snaky sexiness.

  Or maybe just her regular sexiness, I reprimanded myself. Don't see things that aren't there.

  I got into the car and immediately began looking in the mirror for a way into traffic. “So,” I said. “What would you like to do first? CN Tower? Center Island?” I couldn’t stop myself from making jokes. I felt a little unsure of myself. Uncertain what to say to this woman, who seemed like such a different woman than the one who had left five days ago.

  Nik stretched an arm over and ruffled the hair just above my neck. “I think you know,” she said sexily. I felt my cock twitch. I pulled into traffic.

  There was a silence for a bit.

  “So your video is really...popular,” I said, finally talking about what I wanted to talk about.

  Nik placed her fingers to her lips and sucked in her breath. “I know,” she said. “It's really taking off, isn't it? Much more than I expected.” She turned to me. “But what did you think? I know it was a little...”

  “Over the top?” I suggested.

  “But you liked it, didn't you?” Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she already knew the answer. To be fair, she wasn't wrong. I suppressed a smile.

  She leaned back on the headrest. She seemed satisfied with that little conversation about this big thing in our lives.

  I looked over at her. A strange feeling was coming over me, and I wasn't entirely sure what it was. What was it?

  I missed my exit and cursed under my breath. We'd end up driving all over town at this rate.

  I realized Nik was looking at me after a while. She raked her fingers through my hair again and smiled. “Cole,” she cooed. “Tell me what you're thinking.”

  I shrugged. “I don't know. I guess I just...didn't expect you to become some kind of...star. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean...maybe we're in too deep. Sort of over our heads. You know?”

  Nik – I should say, Nikita – smiled and leaned back in her seat. The traffic was heavy so I had to keep my eyes on the road, but I could see her smug smile in the corner of my eye.

  And then it hit me. The thing that was bothering me.

  She shouldn't be so sure about how she felt about it, either.

  Yet she was perfectly calm.

  Perfectly in control.

  With her smug little smile, the way Nik got when she...

  “Don't you feel a little...I don't know, in too deep?” I prodded, and my voice was drifting away, lost.

  ...when she had made some plan, some little puzzle, and all of the pieces…

  Nikita smiled again. “Sweetheart,” she said calmly. “Don't worry about it. It's all just business.”

  ...fell right.

  Into.

  Place.

  We traveled about five miles, or maybe I should say ten kilometers, before everything hit me like a wave. A big movie-style montage of everything Nik had said over the past month. Every exchange, every glance between her and Paige and Mitch. The way the whole month had just fallen so neatly into place. I pulled over on the shoulder of the road.

  Like one of Nik's plans.

  I stared at her. Nik. My wife. She wasn't spontaneous; she was a planner.

  A dye-in-the-wool, long-term planner.

  Nik was starting to giggle.

  She waved her hand in the air. “Honey, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I'm really not. I just...you know how I get. I meant to tell you. I meant to tell you a long time ago. And I don't want you thinking that….I don't know, the whole plan was like this right from the start.” She gulped at the air and wiped her eye. “I'm seriously not laughing at you,” she said, pointing her finger in my direction to quiet me. “And this whole...hotwife thing?...I didn't even see that coming. That was all you. So that's like...your own doing.”

  She sucked in her breath, and her eyes scanned my stunned face. I was gripping the steering wheel with such intensity that my knuckles were white.

  “Oh honey. Don't be mad at me,” she said.

  “You knew them,” I seethed. “You knew them all along.”

  Nikita rubbed her nose and shrugged a little. “I went to school with Paige,” she sniffed. “I haven't seen her since...we just….oh for fuck's sake, Cole, she's on my Facebook page, it isn't like I was keeping it some huge secret. It was kind of a fun surprise for you, or that's what it was supposed to be. I originally intended for us to have a threesome, actually. Or that's how I envisioned it in my mind. It's just...you were having such fun with it, and I didn't really know how to break the news to you after a while, and you were into this other thing, which I didn't expect at all, so we just kept going. With the game. For fun.”

  I shook my head. I was feeling overwhelmed; though truthfully, the more I thought about it, the more sense it all made. “I don't believe this.”

  “Oh come on,” Nikita said, laughing. “What the hell would two people like that be doing in Cape Breton?” She laughed and looked out her window. “Paige does want to surf the coast of everywhere, though. That part was true. She had a good time surfing. I think.”

  I stared into the gray skyline. “Naturally she did. And the videos?”

  Nikita sniffed again. “Well, that...I mean, that part was part of my master plan. I've been talking to Paige about it forever.” She smiled. She tipped her head teasingly. “I had to find a clever way to get you to let me do it.”

  My jaw was hanging open and I actually thought it might fall off.

  “So you...you, you….what?”

  Actually, what? What the fuck was going on here?

  Nikita shook her head. “Honey,” she said calmly. “It's just business.”

  She reached across the car and found my cock with her hand. Her eyes trapped me in her gaze.

  “Let me ask you this. Are you having a good time?”

  I stared at her in disbelief. I could not believe this woman was my wife.

  But what was the answer to that question?

  “I am,” I said slowly, and I looked down at her fingers as they began to pull on the zipper of my pants. “But...” Her hand slid over my shaft and her fingernails grazed my balls. I interrupted myself. “Jesus. Honey. We're on the 400 here.”

  “But what?” she prompted, and she leaned over, lowering her body, stroking my shaft and looking up at me with her interested and devilish eyes.

  “But I...I'm also...”

  Nik leaned over. “I'm listening,” she whispered against the head of my cock, her hand stroking the length of it.

  I meant to say, “but I'm also not.”

  I was having a good time, but I also wasn't.

  I never really got around to it, though.

  24 SO THAT'S THE STORY

  So that's the story about how my wife convinced me to let her make amateur porn.

  Kind of amateur porn. She flies out to L.A. to film it, and it looks more like professional porn made out to look like amateur porn, if you ask me.

  The truth is, I have no reason to complain. She makes a pretty good dime. I get to watch my wildest fantasies come true. So far, and as far as I know, she's never broken those first rules we set up.

  There's a thing about that, and it gnaws at me late at night sometimes. The rule about honesty. The way Nik manipulated the wording. Whether she was really honest “from now on” as she had promised.

  Sometimes I get to believing it was a betrayal. Anger boils up inside of me and I think about confronting
her, about telling her I can't forgive her.

  The truth is, I just feel like I shouldn't forgive her, when I get to thinking about it too much.

  It's complicated, though.

  Because at the end of the day – and you can think whatever you want about this – I really dig Nikita. And Nik.

  So I get to thinking some more, and I find a ways to justify what she did: we've all had a hard time stopping a lie when it gets out of control like that; no real harm came from it; she did it because she wanted me to be happy, and things took an unexpected turn...

  I know. Sometimes I can't even believe myself. But men do crazy things for the women they love. And crazy things for the women who drive them wild with lust. Nikita is both of these women in one package. I'm helpless.

  When I first moved to Canada, I went fishing in June. We were out on the lake, the sun was hot. Someone dropped an oar in the water. I dove in after it. I didn't know any better. I'm from Arizona.

  It turns out there's a thing called Cold Water Shock. Basically it works like this: you start uncontrollably gasping for air, and then you drown. So Nik leaned over the side of the boat and screamed at me to get my breathing under control, and somehow I did, to everyone's great surprise and (hopefully) relief. If I hadn't been 27 at the time, I'm pretty sure I would have died. I got hypothermic once they pulled me in, and we all had to go back to shore and track down some paramedics.

  But for a minute there, after I got my breath under control, and they tried to figure out how to get me back into the boat, I was in this ice-cold, clear blue water that went on and on below me for hundreds of feet, under a blue sky, and I couldn't feel my body.

  I don't recommend it. But it was the most fucking invigorating experience of my life.

  I'm pretty sure we're in too deep. But, as Nikita (and I've started calling her that, because that's more the kind of girl she is) told me, when I mentioned for the millionth time that very thought: