Robin's Fix: A Hotwife Novel

by Arnica Butler

  I put my hands up to my head.

  What was the game that Robin was playing?

  Was she playing a game?

  I stared at the computer, Robin’s pretty selfie staring back at me.

  And then, pushed into a corner, I finally made a decision.

  There was only one thing to do.

  9: DO-OVER

  The drive took me only a miraculous (and dangerous) just-under five hours.

  As I drove, my thinking clarified. I felt more methodical, more like an animal after prey, with every passing minute. This is the kind of person I am, the kind of person I’ve always been: once a decision is made there is no derailing me from my plans.

  It was mid-afternoon when I got to Camp Taghkana. I drove past the turn-off and on, to Stockbridge. I had a vision in my mind of what I was going to do, what I was going to see, and none of it happened in the afternoon.

  I checked my phone, just in case, for messages from Robin, but naturally there were none. Of course not.

  I went to the riverside cafe, perhaps to give myself an extra dose of pain. I sat at the same table we had sat at and ordered myself a beer, then another, and then a dangerous third beer. Then I switched to water because the last thing I needed interrupting my plans was a DUI or a limp dick.

  It was nearing evening by then, and I was sifting through the possibilities of the evening: what I would do if I found Robin here, or there.

  I drove back to the camp and parked the car at the visitor’s center, tucked away where it wouldn’t look incredibly obvious, even if, for some reason, she passed by this way.

  Even with all the driving, and all the brooding at the restaurant, I still wasn’t entirely sure what I was going to do. Was I going to confront Robin? Burst into the cottage and tell her to pack up all of her shit and get out? Was Robin a cheating whore of a wife?

  But she wasn’t really, was she? She had, inexplicably, given me a window into what she was doing, and she had also landed on something that, to be fair, I really enjoyed watching.

  A lot of me just wanted to sneak into the house and watch her, a voyeur, enjoying the filthy things she got up to with Heath.

  A lot of me thought the most reasonable way to act would be to have a conversation with my wife like an adult, and find out what the fuck was going on.

  A dark, animal part of me wanted to sneak through the back door, push her onto the bed, and punish-fuck her.

  So I really didn’t know what it was I was going to do until I did it.

  I got to the cottage approaching from the back, forested area, along the path that wound through the camp and connected the cottages. I lurked outside for a few minutes, peering into the windows to determine who, if anyone was in there.

  Robin.

  Alone.

  And then, still undecided on my course of action, I walked up to the porch, and crept into the enclosed area. Robin was puttering around, quietly working.

  Doing exactly what she said she’d be doing.

  With one crucial difference, of course; she had fucked Heath like a whore the night before.

  I stepped into the kitchen, making no noise.

  And there I stood, watching Robin.

  It took her a few minutes to notice me. Finally, she turned around, and her eyes flew open in alarm. She dropped a roll of paper towels and gave a strangled yelp.

  “Jesus!” Robin said, clutching her hand to her heart. She looked truly scared for a moment, which was enormously arousing. But after a few quick breaths, as she looked at me and assessed who I was, her look of shock dissolved, mysteriously, into a smile. “You scared the shit out of me,” she said, laughing lightly.

  It was my turn to look somewhat confused.

  “Not expecting me?” I said gruffly.

  Robin straightened up and looked at her wrist, as if there were a watch there to tell her the time. “Actually,” she said. “No. I thought you’d be here… later. Maybe tomorrow.”

  And then, as if this wasn’t perplexing enough, she let out an exhale and actually started looking relieved. She pushed a loose strand of hair away from her face.

  And then she stood there, inexplicably smiling at me.

  I had no idea what to say for a long moment. And then I came up with:

  “What?”

  Robin, spellbinding Robin, slinked toward me like a sex goddess, and I stood there paralyzed and hypnotized, my eyes full of her slouching neckline and the faint bumps of her nipples pressing against the material of her shirt, her mouth, twisted into the smile she was wearing, full and sensual, nothing like what I expected it to be.

  I stared at her as she put her arms over my shoulders and edged very close to me. “Oh come on,” she said, looking at my mouth as she spoke, before she lifted her eyes. “I’ve been married to you for how long?”

  I narrowed my eyes, trying to understand what that particular question had to do with any of this.

  “What?” I repeated like a parrot.

  Robin’s confidence flickered for a little bit, and her expression turned a little down. “I thought… I was sure this is what you wanted.”

  The plain truth of this statement hit me like a ton of bricks: in many ways, it was and had been exactly what I wanted. But because it was the last thing I had expected Robin to say at that moment, I was left stammering again: “What?”

  “I figured… you were never going to act on your desires unless you were boxed into it,” Robin said. Her fingers worked through the hair at the nape of my neck. Her body moved closer to mine, warmer and almost melting against me. “So I took matters into my own hands.”

  This final sentence, I could see, was meant to be delivered in a sexy, confident voice, but I could hear that Robin was faltering a little, and her eyes were more concerned than seductive. She was reading me for a reaction, doubting herself a little as she did.

  She pushed her thigh against my swollen cock, and the expression in her eyes changed, her concern fading away to a lustier gleam now that she had confirmed what I was unable to articulate. Perhaps my mind was reeling, trying to catch up with what was happening, but my body seemed to have known all along.

  “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it,” she said, her voice throaty and full.

  Then she kissed me, and my surprise was overtaken by the soft feel of her lips greedily pulling mine into her mouth.

  I pushed her backward and onto the table, shoving my hand down her shorts and finding her bare pussy, already ripe and wet, and no underwear. She grinned and moved her hands to help me out of my pants, which I barely shook down to my knees.

  She tugged at her shorts with me and they dropped over her hips with only a little extra effort. I pushed my fingers into her cunt and explored it for myself, feeling with my fingers for some kind of change, or maybe for evidence that Robin had just come from a tryst with Heath. But I found only the silky petals of her waxed snatch, slippery and hot. Much the same as ever – only different in my own mind.

  But I had no time for that, as the images from the night before began percolating in my mind and I remembered all the filth that had spewed from Robins mouth, all the ways she had let Heath use her body. I pushed her onto the table and yanked her by the ankles to sheathe myself in her cunt.

  We fucked quickly, almost a little too dirtily, but we both came so fast there was no avoiding it. Then we panted together, Robin lying on the table, my cock still inside of her, stunned by our rapid lovemaking.

  Robin finally rose up, on her elbows at first and then pulling herself up to my shoulders. She kissed me on the chest, grazing her lips over my body.

  “What...” I began. “How did you…?”

  Because she was right; Robin had known that I was going to live in a state of turmoil, unable to act, unless something tipped me over the edge. I was like that with everything, and it wasn’t something I was necessarily proud of. I had been that way with career changes, house purchases, even selling the stupid cottage and deciding whether or not to take my v
acation time to hang out with Robin.

  But how Robin had known, in spite of what I had told her, that my real desire was to actually see her follow through on this?

  Robin laughed against my chest, and it came out like a low growl. “You’re wondering why I was so sure of myself?”

  I looked down at her, and I had to crack a smile. “Well… yeah. Yes.”

  “You’re like this with everything,” she began.

  “I know that,” I interrupted. “Just… why were you sure of what I really wanted? You know, you could have made a grave miscalculation.”

  Robin leaned back on her hands. “Really? Tell me, did you like seeing me suck Heath’s cock?”

  My face remained the same; a little confused. But my cock flexed inside of her.

  “There’s that,” Robin said, smiling, her eyes lowering to my crotch. “And then… there’s your history of falling asleep with your Reddit forums open for all the world to read.”

  “No,” I managed to say.

  Robin nodded. “I did some research of my own, and then… you know, I never really gave it any serious thought until the opportunity presented itself.”

  My mouth dropped open.

  “How long have you been planning this?” I said, finally.

  “You mean, all this?” She swirled her finger around. “It just happened like it happened. I just went with the flow.”

  “But how long had you known about… uh, you know.”

  “A while,” she said, smiling. “I wasn’t super into it but… it just kind of worked out.”

  We kissed again.

  “I did sort of orchestrate the internet ‘problems,’” she said. “That was all for effect.”

  “Huh?” I said.

  “You know, all the ‘problems’ this week. I read about it on one of your forums. I actually thought it would be a dead giveaway to you.”

  I let out a low whistle. “Impressive.” I had been pretty tanked reading that story on Reddit, but it was ringing a bell.

  She nodded. “Thank you. It worked the trick.”

  “You must have gone through a lot of those posts,” I said.

  “I’ve caught you at it a few times,” Robin said. “That’s why… I guess it’s why I felt okay just going ahead with it. It’s why I thought Heath was a good, I don’t know – opportunity. And why I thought you’d like something more… you know… like I was cheating on you.”

  “Wow,” I said.

  Robin kissed me. “I hope it was okay.”

  We lay in silence for a bit, and then I had a sudden thought:

  “That’s another thing,” I said, pushing her sweaty hair from her shoulder. “You really, you know… like that kind of sex? Like with Heath?”

  My cock was coming back to life, but this time I didn’t really care if Robin felt that. She knew as well as I did that that sort of thing wasn’t my shtick.

  Robin smiled. “It’s fun, but it’s just that…. Fun. It’s kind of like… a performance piece.” She looked thoughtfully at her fingers. Then she added, quickly, “I’m not into it every day, if that’s what you’re getting at. It’s just kind of a… I don’t know. Like getting a fix.”

  “Mmm,” I said, pulling her close to me. “And so what did I miss from last night?”

  Robin pushed away from me, and an expression of surprise lit up her face. “Huh?”

  I thought she was joking, so I moved in to kiss her. “Okay, tease me some more, but I’ll get the truth from you-”

  “No,” Robin said, pushing me back. “I’m serious. What?”

  I searched her eyes, and she didn’t seem to be playing any game.

  “Uh… the feed died. Or Skype hung up, or whatever. Right before you and Heath were going to go at it...”

  Robin’s eyes went wide with alarm. “What? The whole thing?”

  “No… no, just, you know, the second time. I thought you said you did that on purpose.”

  Robin put her hand to her face. “You missed everything then!”

  I pushed inside of her and lifted her onto my cock. “Not everything,” I said.

  Robin looked at me, and her face was really serious. “No… really. What was the last thing you saw?”

  “I saw you guys… you gave him a blowjob, and you had sex, then you had a beer, and then you were going to go at it again...” My cock was at full readiness now.

  Robin sent it rocketing to near explosion as her eyes grew wide. “Oh, no,” she said. “You missed everything.”

  And then she wrapped her legs around me, and dug her heels in to grind her body onto my cock. “I guess there’s nothing to be done, but repeat the performance, then.”

  *

  Robin was wearing a pair of boy-short underwear and a long, form-fitting tank top. She had loosely gathered her hair in a ponytail, and smeared a very young-looking, strawberry-red lip gloss on her mouth. She had showered and she smelled like fruit. I could see the lips of her pussy faintly outlined by her black underwear.

  She typed a message into her phone, and I watched, amused and aroused. Amused, by the way Robin typed – she used one finger, delicately. Aroused, because she was putting a great deal of thought into typing out a message to Heath.

  “Actually,” she said suddenly, lifting her eyes. “Would it be better if I ‘sexted’ him or something?”

  How on earth had my wife completely missed her own generation’s tech-savvy? She sounded like an old person talking about “doing marijuana.”

  “Uh...” I said.

  “What do I do for that? Just take a picture?”

  “I guess,” I said, my arousal making it difficult for me to think. This was Robin’s show, anyway.

  “Of what?” she said.

  I shook my head slowly.

  Robin tugged at her shirt and exposed a pretty breast, then held up her phone, preparing to take a picture. Then she looked at me, deciding better of it, and bit her lip.

  “I want to make sure he comes,” she said.

  I gulped.

  Robin peeled her underwear away. Then she handed me the phone. I stared, phone in hand, as she opened her legs, and exposed the glistening flower of her pink cunt, totally waxed, a little swollen from so much use, by Heath and by me. She held her legs open with both hands on her knees.

  The tangy scent of her cunt wafted toward me.

  “Too much?” Robin said.

  “Maybe… slide a finger over… your...” but I didn’t need to finish my sentence, because Robin already knew what to do. She slipped a long finger into the folds of her pussy, and posed for the picture with her clit pinched lightly between her thumb and her pointer finger.

  Jesus, I thought, taking the picture.

  Who was this woman?

  I gave her the phone, and she looked sheepishly at the picture.

  “Too much?” she said.

  “No,” I said.

  Robin looked at me. “Okay… I’m sending it, then.”

  She tapped her screen.

  We looked at each other. Then we laughed at the same time. “Now what?” Robin said.

  I shook my head and looked around. “I guess I find some place to hide.”

  Robin had already thought of that. She had strategically piled some boxes in several locations, including several crates with slats between them, emptied and turned on their sides.

  If you knew what it was for, it looked pretty staged, but I couldn’t imagine Heath would give that any thought.

  “Maybe he won’t come,” Robin complained, looking at her phone.

  “I wouldn’t worry about that,” I said. I pulled her close to me. “Are you going to tell me what you’re re-enacting?”

  “I told you – oh,” Robin interrupted herself to look at her phone.

  “Be there in ten,” she read off. “Be naked.” She fluttered her eyes up to meet mine. “I guess that answers my question.”

  My stomach boiled. There wasn’t any point to asking if she was really doing this, because she alre
ady had.

  As if she was reading my thoughts, she put her hands on my chest and stood on her tip-toes to kiss me. “You’re into this,” she said. “Just relax and enjoy the show. It’s already happened, so there’s no use worrying about it.”

  I closed and opened my eyes very slowly. She was right.

  Robin slipped her tank top up and over her lean body. “Oh!” she said suddenly. “I have a great idea.” She ran toward the stairs. “Stay there!” she shouted at me. “And hide!”

  I looked around the cottage in a daze.

  Then I got behind one of Robin’s box-piles and tested my view.

  Heath was there as promised, even sooner than ten minutes.

  *

  We heard him coming through the forest. Robin waved at me to get down, and then she crossed the kitchen… naked, beautiful, and wearing a pair of black high-heels.

  My cock throbbed. It was incredibly slutty.

  “Well, well, well,” Heath’s voice said from the porch. “I guess somebody finally got what they were looking for last night.”

  I heard his footsteps as he entered the room, and then they were there, in full view: my wife, naked, and Heath, moving in on her, his hand grabbing her ass and taking a big handful of her flesh firmly in his huge paw. “Got that cold beer for me, baby?” He looked her up and down. “Nice shoes,” he growled with approval.

  I agreed.

  Robin produced the beer from the counter, and Heath took it, pushing her back from him slightly, taking in her naked body.

  “You little slut,” he said, after taking a big swig of his beer. “I thought for sure you’d be all worn out after last night.”

  Robin shrugged, flippantly, and it sent chills down my spine to see the way it ignited Heath’s expression. “I guess you didn’t wear me out as much as you promised.”

  There was a moment of tension, at least for me, as we waited for Heath’s reaction to her challenge. A little bit of animal danger lurked inside of him, if what I had seen from the previous night was any indication. He calmly took another sip of his beer. “Is that a fact?” he said.