My Princess: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  Vanessa looked down at her shorts and lifted up giving me a nice view of the curve of her ass. “In these shorts? Where would I hide anything like that?”

  I shook my head and tried to clear the spell I was under. Tried to get rid of the urge to interrogate her which was ridiculous. Tried to get rid of the suspicion that was eating away at me and not in a very healthy way. Finally I shrugged and put the car in gear. I’d left it on because it was fucking hot out and there wasn’t a chance I was going to wait for her without the AC running.

  “What’s going on here Nathan?” she asked. “Why are you throwing all these questions at me?”

  I sighed but I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to answer. It would sound ridiculous even though she’d already discovered my fantasy.

  “You’re thinking of me being naughty with that casting guy, aren’t you?” she asked. “Are you thinking of him feeling me up or something? You perv!”

  I grinned and looked over to her. She seemed to be smiling too. She didn’t seem upset that my fantasy was implying that she’d been cheating on me just a few minutes ago behind the walls of that former strip mall store.

  “I guess you’ve got me,” I said. “I was thinking of you getting a little down and dirty in there. A traditional casting couch scenario and all that.”

  Vanessa laughed again and rolled her eyes. “Well keep dreaming buddy.” Her hand snaked out and she was running it up and down the length of my cock which definitely got my attention. She grinned when she realized I was already rock hard, though given what we were talking about I don’t know why that’d be such a big surprise.

  “Oh my, we are happy aren’t we?” she asked. “Well since you were nice enough to take me to this audition maybe we can have a little fun when we get back to the apartment? Talk about all the naughty things the dirty casting director did to your fiancee?”

  My grin was suddenly so wide that it was threatening to split my face. Damn! Now that was the kind of fun that I could get behind!

  “Sounds like a plan,” I said as I pushed down on the accelerator to get back to the apartment that much faster!

  11: Almost Caught

  I leaned back against the chair and resisted the urge to breathe a sigh of relief. I’d done so well so far, been able to keep a straight face for so long, that it wouldn’t do to go and do something that would give up the game now that I was almost in the free and clear.

  I was surprised there wasn’t sweat running down my face. When he started asking those questions I felt like I was going to fold like one of those stupid action movies where the hero catches one of the bad guy’s minions and gets them to give away the whole plan. I’d always thought that was the most ridiculous plot device, but now that I was the one in the hot seat I could suddenly have a little bit of sympathy for someone who found themselves in that situation.

  Damn.

  I felt my ponytail pressing against the seat. When had I even put my hair up in a ponytail? Oh, right, when I was cleaning up. I hadn’t even thought about it when I was doing it. I just put it up without thinking because a ponytail was going to make it a hell of a lot easier to hide things that might have flown into my hair in the heat of the moment than trying to wipe all of that stuff out with a wet washcloth. That was the sort of cleanup that required a nice cold shower, because hot showers made it even harder to get the damn stuff out.

  And my bra. My bra! How could I have forgotten to put my bra back on? Talk about a major fucking mistake there. It was true that I had nowhere to hide the thing either. No, it was probably still on the floor back in that small office, and it’s not like I was going to go back for it now. I couldn’t without giving everything away, and that was the last thing that I wanted to do.

  I’d just have to write off that bra forever now. Which was a damn shame. I liked that bra. Oh well.

  “So how’d it go anyways?"

  How’d it go? Well that really was a loaded question even though he had no way of knowing that when he asked it. Or maybe he did have some way of knowing what he was asking. After giving putting the screws on me a minute ago it seemed like he suspected something, as crazy and impossible as that seemed. So I thought about my answer for a moment, knowing that if I gave something away inadvertently he’d jump on it in an instant.

  Of course there was also the problem that I wasn’t going to be able to hide what happened. I had an extra thousand bucks on me, and no matter how I sliced it, putting it in our bank account or spending it outright, he was going to notice something. I’m sure for a rich couple that wouldn’t be a big deal at all, but for us that was still a lot of cash.

  I suppose I would have to come clean about at least that much even if I had no intention of coming clean about the rest of what happened.

  So I grinned and tried to put a good face on things. I’m not sure how well it worked. Oh well. Time to drop the bomb and hope it didn’t cause too much of an explosion. "Well I made a thousand bucks!"

  Nathan was silent as he moved the steering wheel. The silence stretched on until it was downright awkward. I opened my mouth to say something before he finally said something.

  "Are you serious?"

  "Totally!" I said, trying my best to sound upbeat and chipper and not at all like I was trying to hide something from him. Though now that I was thinking back on everything that led to getting that thousand dollars I felt a little like an idiot. In the moment I’d been like a frog in boiling water never realizing that things were getting more progressively fucked up with each passing moment, but now that I was in the car sitting next to Nathan thinking about the strange fucked up chain of events that led to me blowing a complete stranger I realized how foolish I’d been. And because I was starting to realize how foolish I’d been, well let’s just say what I was about to say to justify getting that thousand dollars sounded pretty hollow and flimsy.

  "Apparently it's part of their audition process or something."

  I stopped and thought about that for a moment. Granted I didn't know much about how the world worked. I didn't know much about how Hollywood worked, for that matter. What I did know is that it seemed awfully damn suspicious that they would be offering a thousand dollars to somebody just for doing an audition now that I was out of that office and the spell that seemed to come over me while I was in there. From the way Nathan’s eyes were narrowing it looked like he was finding it pretty damn suspicious as well.

  "So they just gave you a thousand dollars?"

  "Yeah." It sounded so weak now that I was using this as an excuse. I was terrified that at any moment he was going to figure out exactly what happened in there and that would be the end of our relationship, his fantasy be damned. I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn’t believe I’d actually given into temptation like that even if it had been pretty damn fun giving into that temptation in the moment. No amount of pleasure, no amount of feeling powerful and in control like that, was worth the sick feeling settling into the pit of my stomach now.

  "All that just for showing up to an audition?"

  "Well yeah…"

  "That seems a little suspicious. That seems a little odd that they would be just throwing around money like that…"

  The suspicion was back. I could tell when he shifted from just making conversation to questioning me again. There was a subtle change to the way he was sitting, to the way he gripped the wheel, to his tone of voice. None of it boded well for me.

  I let out an exasperated sigh. An exasperated sigh that was coupled with a blush I could’ve done without because a blush made it pretty damn obvious I was hiding something. I hated that my body was betraying me like that, damn it. For that matter I hated that Nathan was able to read me like a book when I got like this.

  "Okay, what is it?" he asked.

  I let out another sigh, though this one was more defeated than exasperated. It was that damn blush that gave me away. Still, it’s not like he knew everything that happened back there. I felt like slime for even thinking it, but there was st
ill no way I was going to tell him everything. I just had to scramble to try and find a version of the truth that would fit everything that happened in there without revealing information that could potentially lead to the end of our relationship.

  I rationalized that I was saving our relationship. That I was trying to prevent a blowup from one little indiscretion. That didn’t change the fact that I also felt like a cheating piece of shit even as I made that rationalization. All the more so because I knew there was a damn good chance he’d just be turned on and I was denying him his ultimate fantasy, but again, too much risk. I wasn’t going to take it.

  Yeah, like I said. Cheating piece of shit. A pretty clear-cut example too. Whatever. Time to launch into my version of the truth and hope it was convincing.

  "Fine, so maybe that was sort of the kind of company that you thought it was," I said.

  I figured there’d be a blowup followed by a million questions considering how he was questioning me before, but instead he just took in a sharp breath. He squeezed his eyes shut which worried me for a moment considering he was still driving the car and probably should’ve been paying attention to the road, then he opened and looked at me with an odd look. A look that I usually only saw when he was giving me the bedroom eyes. A look that said he was turned on.

  My eyes ran down his body on a hunch. Down to between his legs and I gasped. His cock was standing at full attention! The thing looked hard as a diamond. We’re talking painfully hard. Okay, so he was turned on. He was actually enjoying hearing about this. At least he was enjoying hearing that he was partially right about what kind of casting agency that was. Still, there was a little voice in the back of my head telling me that I needed to play it cool. That he could still get very upset, and that was the last thing I wanted. So I didn’t spill the beans even though I got a rush between my legs seeing how turned on he was that was accompanied by a strong desire to open my mouth and come clean.

  A strong desire that I viciously stomped down on as he opened his mouth and started asking questions again, though he was far less insistent about his questioning now. It seemed that telling him this company was exactly the sort of thing he’d been worried about had taken some of the wind out of his sails.

  Good. Less pressure on me. I felt guilty for making this all about me, but what else could I do if I wasn’t going to confess?

  "Really? The kind of company I thought it was? What are you talking about?"

  I was surprised at how cool and collected Nathan sounded. I figured he’d be crowing about how he was right and I was wrong. The levelheaded treatment had me more worried than if he was pissed off.

  I sighed again, really trying to play it up and present a version of the truth. A version of the truth that was closer to what I initially thought the company was than what it turned out they were.

  "I suppose you're going to get it out of me eventually. It was actually a company that does casting for shows that need people doing nude acting in the background."

  Nathan cocked an eyebrow, but he still looked more curious than anything else. I glanced down to his cock and the way it was tenting out of his shorts and it suddenly occurred to me why he sounded so cool and collected.

  He wasn’t trying to hold it together because he was angry. No, far from it. He was trying to hold it together because he was turned on! I could work with this. At least I thought I could. I hoped I could.

  "Really?" he said. “That’s interesting. I guess I never would’ve thought there were groups that did casting exclusively for that sort of thing.”

  "Well it makes sense, doesn't it? You see shows on TV, especially on cable, and you've got all those people walking around with their tits flopping around and their dicks swinging in the breeze to try and make things a little more interesting. I suppose they have to get people who are willing to do that sort of thing from somewhere, don't they?"

  I could see the wheels turning in Nathan’s head and I hoped he was buying it. At the very least I hoped he was so turned on that he wouldn’t think about it too much. I was thinking about it a lot, and it still seemed pretty damn flimsy to me. Nathan grinned.

  “Yeah, that does make sense. Sort of. I have to tell you that’s better than thev worst-case scenario I had in mind. Or maybe it's the best case scenario, depending on how you look at it.”

  I raised an eyebrow and moved a hand out to run along his cock. I couldn’t help myself. It just looked so inviting tenting up from his pants like that. Knowing that I was causing that, that fantasies of me being naughty was causing that, had me feeling turned on all over again, and this time I didn’t have to feel guilty about grasping the cock in front of me because it was Nathan’s

  “Oh really? I bet it’s the best case scenario for you. Thinking about some casting agent taking advantage of your poor innocent fiancee? Corrupting me and pulling me into porn?”

  Guilt flared through me right along with arousal. Here I was spinning out some dirty talk that he probably thought was just a fantasy and in the meantime I was just plucking the whole scenario right out of reality and he had no idea. Still, it seemed like the best thing to do was hide in plain sight, and what better way to do that than by taking the one thing I desperately didn’t want revealed and making it seem like it was all made up?

  “Something like that,” Nathan said. “I was sitting out in the car with nothing but my imagination to keep me company and I couldn't decide whether the idea of you going in there and discovering you were in a porno casting couch sort of situation was something that made me impossibly hot or impossibly sick.”

  “Well?”

  “Well what?”

  “Did you decide which one it was? Because your cock is certainly making it pretty easy to guess the answer.”

  Nathan took in another quick sharp breath as my thumb ran along the top of his cock. Damn. It actually felt wet. He was so turned on that his precum was leaking through his pants! Yeah, it was really damn obvious what the answer was.

  “I think it was a little bit of both. I think that being sick and jealous is just part of what adds spice to this fantasy, to be honest.”

  “So you’re sure you’re not mad?”

  “I don’t know,” he said.

  And in that moment, with those three words, any chance that I might have seized on his fantasy as an excuse to tell him everything disappeared. He wasn’t sure. He had a serious look on his face and all the terror I’d felt when I was worried he’d find out what I was really doing came back. Talk about a fucking roller coaster of emotion I was going on in this simple car ride back to the apartment. Damn!

  Finally Nathan took a deep breath and let it out with a shiver.

  “No, I guess I can’t be mad, can I? I’m the one who told you I thought the idea was hot, after all.”

  “You can’t be mad, but that’s not the same as not being mad.”

  Nathan reached out and ran his hand along my leg. It was a tight grip for a moment but then he loosened it up a bit. And through it all his cock was still rock hard. It was obvious he was still conflicted about this fantasy. Maybe as conflicted as I felt about what I’d just done in that room even if it had been fun.

  “This fantasy is still new and weird,” he said. “And it’s going to take some getting used to. It’s fun to fantasize about it, but I think we need to be careful and take it slow.”

  I nodded and then stared forward, feeling sick to my stomach. Take it slow. Now he tells me he wants to take it slow after I’d already put the gas pedal to the floor and gone full speed ahead. Talk about clarifying his feelings a little too late!

  “So now that I’ve said we should take things slow I’m imagining there was a little more than reading a monologue involved in an audition for a company that wants to see people naked?”

  I felt his cock twitch in my hand at that. Yeah, he was getting turned on by this. The pervert was going on about how he wanted to take things slow, and yet at the same time he was as hard as a diamond tipped drill and from
the way his cock was twitching it seemed like he was on the verge of blowing his load right in his pants!

  “Yeah, there was a little more than I imagine you’d usually get at one of those auditions,” I said.

  “Like what?”

  I paused in running my hand up and down his cock. God I was getting so turned on feeling it in my hand, but at the same time I was terrified to tell him more even if I wasn’t exactly telling him everything. I had to come up with something that would sound convincing while not sounding too bad, and at the same time it had to be something that wouldn’t send him into a fit of anger while he was walking the knife’s edge between arousal and jealousy.

  I felt like I was walking a knife’s edge myself as all those thoughts flashed through my head!

  “Like the guy had to see me topless for my screen test…”

  Nathan groaned and then the groan turned to a whimper. My hand was still moving up and down his cock so I felt as it started twitching. I looked down and saw a stain spreading across the front of his pants.

  Damn! He must have already been on the edge to explode like that. I wondered if he’d been sitting out here edging himself while he thought of me being naughty. I wouldn’t put it past him.

  I was just glad that he hadn’t actually blown his load prematurely while I was in there, though I guess I really had no place to get upset about what someone was doing while I was in there doing my audition considering what I was doing for my “audition.”

  “So is that the end of your questions?” I asked.

  “Depends,” he said as he took a deep gasping breath. “Is that all that happened?”

  I didn’t even hesitate. I knew if I hesitated it would be the end of my little subterfuge. No, to hesitate was to give myself away.

  “That’s it,” I said.

  “Not bad money for less than an hour of work!” Nathan said. “And that’ll give me fantasy fuel for months!”

  Yeah, everything was working out great for Nathan. Except he had no idea that I’d just sucked off a complete stranger behind his back. He had no idea I’d just fulfilled his fantasy of stepping out on him. He had no idea that I was keeping that secret from him.