My Princess: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  It was the next series of pictures that really got my attention though. Vanessa taking off her clothes. Vanessa, my gorgeous wife who I thought was waiting for marriage, standing topless. It was a sight that I thought was for my eyes only, and yet there she was showing off the goods for the entire world to see. Of course the entire world didn’t know she was my fiancee, but it didn’t matter.

  And yet at the same time I was so turned on looking at those pictures. It was so fucking hot realizing that there were probably countless men paying for access to this site just so they could see the new hot thing being put on display, and in this case the new hot thing being put on display was my gorgeous wife-to-be.

  Then again after seeing all of this I wasn’t sure if she would still be my wife-to-be. I was turned on by all of this, sure, but at the same time she’d lied to me about it. She’d gone into that casting call and she’d done all of this and then when I asked her point blank if anything like this happened she’d liked about it.

  I wouldn’t have even cared if I knew it happened. I probably would’ve gotten just as turned on as I was feeling right now, but minus the crippling disappointment that she thought she needed to lie, to keep this from me. Now what could’ve been one hell of a turn on had just turned into profound sadness.

  I was still turned on. Those next pictures were testament to that. My wife-to-be getting even more naughty than just taking her clothes off. Her getting down on her knees. Her with another man’s cock poised at the edge of her lips in a shot that was so fucking hot and a mirror of something she’d done for me a couple of times when I was getting really frustrated about the lack of actual sex in our sex life.

  And then it ended. That was even more frustrating than anything else. It was as though the bastards running the site knew that anyone visiting was going to want a hell of a lot more than that, and to find out a hell of a lot more than that you needed to pay that $50 monthly fee.

  Damn it.

  Not that there was ever any doubt that I was going to pay whatever it took to see the video. There might be a preview available, but this was one instance where the five minute preview wasn’t going to be enough for me. The pictures I could see weren’t going to be enough.

  Because there was a question burning in the back of my mind. A question that I had to answer. A question that apparently wasn’t resolved by the snippets of the video available on their preview page.

  How far had she gone? The pictures made it look like she got to the point of giving a blowjob and then it stopped there. Had she actually given a guy a blowjob? Had she taken another man’s cock in her mouth? Had I kissed her after she’d allowed another man to blow his load deep inside her?

  That wasn’t even the most pressing question, though. No, more than anything I needed to know if things went further than just a blowjob. I needed to know if my wife-to-be was actually going to be able to wear that white dress on her wedding day with a clean conscience.

  Sure I knew plenty of girls who’d walked down the aisle in the white who definitely didn’t deserve it in the traditional sense. I knew the white wedding dress had been so thoroughly divorced from the idea of purity, if you’ll pardon me using the d-word to talk about a wedding day tradition, that everybody wore white whether or not they’d actually had sex.

  Still, she’d been so adamant about waiting for marriage, and if anything the idea that she might have stepped out on me, the idea that she might have let another guy get in her pants before the big night when I was supposed to be the first guy to get in her pants, was turning me on as much as it was angering me.

  And I couldn’t tell what had happened from the preview page. I needed to know everything that had happened, and not just because I was going to take all of this and throw it in her face when she got home from the gym. I needed to see the whole video because I needed to know exactly what she’d done and I needed to fuel this obsession.

  No, I was going to pay it.

  I sighed and pulled out my credit card. I suppose if things went south and this resulted in us breaking up I could at least ask her to give me some of that thousand bucks that she got from this audition. Suddenly it was making a hell of a lot more sense that she got that kind of money from just an “audition.” I couldn’t believe I’d been stupid enough to believe they’d give her that kind of scratch just for showing up to an audition.

  I’d been an idiot. Such a fucking idiot.

  I put in my credit card information and fifty dollars later I was in. Of course once I was in I had to click around for a little while to find the video I was looking for. There were plenty of videos featuring young women who were supposedly cheating on their significant others.

  Before today I would’ve said they were just making that cheating shit up. It seemed like a lot of these sites had a couple of minutes of playacting at the beginning that paid lip service to whatever fetish they were catering to, but after that it just went into the usual boring porn positions that had been in every porn video since it became legal to film, own, and view this sort of stuff. And for some reason they always included a shot of some guy’s ass bouncing up and down from behind while he plowed into a girl.

  I never understood why they all included that shot. I didn’t know anyone who actually liked that shot and yet I’m sure an anthropologist somewhere had probably found ancient smutty cave paintings that featured a drawing of that position it was so ancient.

  I also never understood why they tried to go for ridiculous scenarios like this site. A casting couch where a girl happened to be cheating at the same time? It defied explanation that a girl could go through all of that and not realize she was being filmed for a porno. Yet at the same time there was still a small scrap of me that wanted to believe Vanessa had somehow been taken advantage of which seemed to be one of the central conceits of this site.

  There was a part of me that also realized it was entirely possible she went into this with both eyes open and she was just worried about how I would react, but I didn’t listen to that voice. I’d have my proof soon enough.

  Finally after clicking through a couple of pages, her video hadn’t been up for long but it appeared that this company kept pretty busy putting up new videos, I was where I wanted to be. A video titled “Vanessa Cheats on Her Fiance.”

  Well then. I guess they weren’t going to any great lengths to try and hide her identity. The assholes. Even though she was the one who’d agreed to appear on this site, at least I assumed she agreed to be on the site since here I was looking at her, I was thinking of the guys who filmed the video in the first place as the assholes.

  The video started and my heart caught. I felt my pulse picking up. I couldn’t believe this. Vanessa was on camera just like any other girl at one of these sites. She was walking into the office and this guy was skilled. It didn’t seem like she was acting.

  Hell, I knew that she couldn’t possibly be acting. Her responses seemed too genuine and I knew she wasn’t that great of an actress in the first place, but more than anything I knew that this “interview” on my laptop screen couldn’t have lasted any longer than the amount of time from when she left my car to when she got back to the door.

  Judging from the length of this video they just wouldn’t have had time for anything like going over a script. No, this was all unscripted. It was all real so far. If anything that intrigued me even more. What could this guy possibly have said to Vanessa to get her from chatting with him to taking her clothes off and getting to the edge of giving him a blowjob and maybe more?

  It was that “maybe more” that was really killing me. How far had she gone? Had she gone all the way?

  So I watched as he explained that he was from a casting organization for movies that needed naked people walking around in the background. I guess that excuse hadn’t just been some quick thinking on Vanessa’s part. I watched as he got her to take her clothes off, as she admitted to my fantasy and brought me into it. That seemed to intrigue the guy and my cock was so fucking ha
rd. Almost to the point that it hurt.

  I didn’t dare reach down and start stroking my cock though. No, I knew that if I did something like that there was a good chance I was going to blow my load. It was that hot watching her getting deeper and deeper into this forbidden scenario. I was operating on such a hair trigger that I almost worried that shifting my weight in my computer chair would be enough to get my pants to brush against my cock in just the right way to send me rocketing over the edge.

  I watched with growing disbelief as she got down on her knees. As she seemed to think about the fantasy I’d admitted to her and use that as an excuse to get down on her knees. As her lips wrapped around the guy’s cock and then she was practically deep throating him like a champ in a matter of moments.

  I had a hard time believing this was my Vanessa even though the proof was right there on the screen. I couldn’t believe she’d let her self be seduced so easily. I couldn’t believe that I was more turned on than pissed off at seeing this.

  I also thought about all the other men who were no doubt watching this video and getting off on it and if anything that made me even hotter. There was something about the idea of a bunch of complete strangers getting off on my girl that was such a turn on. It was as though the feelings I had about Jeremy getting turned on were being ratcheted up a thousandfold.

  Damn.

  I watched as she swallowed and blinked in surprise at that. She never did that for me. No, she always spit it out in a tissue or in the trash can. Hell, the first time she’d blown me she’d been so surprised when I came in her mouth that she gagged a little and before I knew it she was spitting it out all over my stomach which hadn’t been much fun to clean up.

  She’d never swallowed my load and yet here she was doing it with a complete stranger. I wasn’t sure if that was because she was turned on or just because that’s what was expected of her in this kind of video. All I knew was that it was so fucking hot. It was taking every ounce of my self control to not touch myself.

  Finally it was over and we were coming to the really interesting part. Of course I was going to go back and watch the other stuff that had happened over and over, but if she was going to fuck this guy then it would come after the blowjob.

  I figured that was naturally where this was going, I hadn’t ever seen one of these videos where the guy didn’t fuck the girl, but at the same time the timer on the video was running down and it seemed odd that they’d spend all this time on a blowjob at the expense of what most guys were really here for.

  Color me surprised when they started talking and it became obvious that she wasn’t going to go that far no matter how much the guy might want her to. I grinned as she deftly turned him away at every moment. I was relieved and a little disappointed at the same time.

  Relieved that she was still virginal even if she’d let this guy have his way with her, but disappointed because there was a big part of me that had been looking forward to her getting plowed by this guy. There was a big part of me that was insanely turned on by the idea of her giving her virginity to another man, as fucked up as that sounded.

  I kept watching with the fascination of a man rubbernecking at an accident. I couldn’t believe that was my beautiful fiancee there on the screen, and yet there was no doubt in my mind. It’s not like she had an evil twin who’d be wearing the exact same outfit she was wearing on that particular day going into a shady abandoned storefront in a dead strip mall to do an interview with some guy.

  No, that was Vanessa.

  Finally the video came to the part that I was really curious about. The part that was as much the “money shot” for this sort of video as the scene where another man had his cock buried in my fiancee’s throat pumping her full of his come. The scene where he talked to her about signing some paperwork to cover his ass legally and then handed her a thousand dollars.

  From the look on Vanessa’s face during that part of the scene she seemed pretty proud of herself. That was the look of a woman who was confident she wasn’t going to wind up with her face and her body plastered all over the Internet for any guy to see and jerk off over. And thinking of all those guys watching my fiancee and jerking off thinking of her getting taken advantage of caused me to shiver and lose my train of thought for a moment.

  When I got back on track Vanessa was walking out the door and the guy, Mike, was putting down the camera and getting a nice shot of the paperwork she’d just signed.

  “So there you have it,” he said. “They never bother to look at the fine print on these contracts when you wave the money in front of their noses. All these goody two-shoes sluts are the same. They want the cock and they want the money and they’re always too fucking dumb to keep themselves from getting taken advantage of.”

  I felt a new emotion rising inside me to go right along with the confusion and the arousal I was already feeling. Anger. Pure anger at this guy for taking advantage of Vanessa like that. For pulling one hell of a bait and switch on her by lying about some paperwork she was signing and then bragging about it after. I wondered if a contract like that would actually hold up in court, but at the same time I figured there probably weren’t too many women out there who would take this sleazeball to court in the first place because of the potential embarrassment.

  Not to mention that the video was already out there. The damage was already done. Vanessa wasn’t exactly a porn star, but I’m sure that this video had already been downloaded, repackaged, and reuploaded on hundreds of locations online. Once something was out there it was very difficult to get rid of it, and because of this prick my future wife was going to be on the Internet sucking this asshole’s cock for all of eternity.

  It would’ve been hot under other circumstances, but as it was I just felt mad. Was everything he did on the up and up legally? Maybe. I wasn’t a lawyer so I couldn’t tell. Was it a fucking sleazy thing to do? Definitely, and it made me want to get revenge. It started the cogs turning, but of course getting that revenge would involve Vanessa agreeing to do a hell of a lot more than that blowjob I’d just witnessed and I didn’t think that was likely to happen.

  The video ended and I sat there staring at the screen without really seeing anything on the screen. I felt cold. I felt numb. Well, I felt cold and numb in my chest at least. Down between my legs there was something that was very hard and ready for action.

  I reached down and ran a hand along my cock as I thought about what I’d just seen. As I thought about what it might mean for our relationship. She’d stepped out on me. She’d blown another man.

  And she’d lied about it.

  I didn’t give a fuck about the infidelity. My hard cock was a testament to that. I did give a fuck about the lying though. How could I expect to build a relationship, build a life, with her when she’d proven herself willing to lie about something this major? Especially when she knew she already had a hall pass to get up to exactly this kind of fun if she wanted to!

  It was infuriating. Absolutely and completely infuriating.

  A sound near the front of the apartment finally brought me out of my reverie. I realized the monitor had gone into sleep mode and I hadn’t even noticed. I’d been that checked out of reality. I listened intently, but there was no noise following that initial one. It must’ve been someone out in the street making noise or maybe the cat finally got up from the spot where he kept his lazy ass rooted to his cat bed 24/7 to have some food. That was about the only thing that ever got him up.

  Whatever it was, that noise was enough to snap me out of my reverie. It might be nothing this time, but Vanessa could be home at any time now and I wanted to be ready when she did get home. I wanted to make sure that I had all of my evidence lined up. I wanted to make sure I had copies of everything saved.

  I still wasn’t sure what I was going to do with all of this evidence, but I figured I was about to have one hell of an interesting conversation with my fiancee. I just hoped she was still my fiancee when that conversation was over.

  Didn’
t I?

  14: Secret Revealed

  I pulled into my spot and saw that Nathan was already home. I hoped he had a good time hanging out with Jeremy even if I didn’t want to have anything to do with hanging out with him. I kept thinking about that day in the strip mall. I kept thinking about how I got carried away because of the shared fantasy we’d discovered.

  And to be perfectly honest I was worried about what might happen if I was around Jeremy for a photo shoot again. It seemed ridiculous, but I was afraid that being in front of the camera again like I was for that “interview” would send me into a sexual craze where I was more turned on by the guy getting turned on than I was by how hot the guy was.

  Sure Jeremy wasn’t as hot as that Mike guy, he definitely wasn’t as hot as Nathan, but still. The way I’d lost control had me worried. Worried that all it would take was a guy giving me the eyes and I would lose it again. Add in a scenario where there was a guy who’d obviously been lusting after me for quite some time and he had a camera?

  Well let’s just say I’d realized that was a perfect storm as far as this fantasy went for me. A perfect storm that I was just going to navigate around by not being around Jeremy. It was pretty easy anyways. I always tried to avoid him except for that photo shoot, and it seemed that Nathan was more than happy that I didn’t want to hang out with him and try to get along for the sake of my future husband’s friendship.

  I was even questioning that motive now, though. Had I really insisted on having Jeremy around because he was Nathan’s friend and I wanted to get along with him? Or was there maybe a more sinister reason? Was it maybe that even then I was getting turned on feeding off of the energy he was sending my way, even if I couldn’t articulate that fantasy at the time, and so I’d wanted him around and come up with excuses?

  Best not to think about that sort of thing.