Making Him Watch

By Nicola Nichols

Freddy’s elegance and obvious desire to please me swept me off my feet. After we married, I realized he was too nice. I like sex rough and varied. He isn’t jealous; it excites him to see me flirt, turn other guys on. That's how I got the idea that making him watch a hot stud or two banging me would give him some serious inspiration and be fun for me, too.

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“You should move in with me,” he said.

“Really?” The idea of getting out of my crappy apartment and living in this lovely house was incredible.

“You’d have to quit work. That would be a bad combo. But I want to take care of you,” he said. “I want to see you happy.”

“And I’d do what?”

“You’d be my lovely girlfriend. You’d be here for me. You could take classes or something. I’d give you an allowance so you had spending money.”

Who could argue with that? Not me. I agreed.

He took me shopping for clothes. “You always look good,” he said, “but now that you are mine, I want you to look more than nice when we went out. I want you to be incredibly desirable. Whether it’s a social event or business, I want you to be the sexiest, hottest woman there,” he said. “I want people to notice you the moment we walk in the door; I want men and women to see you with me and be jealous of me.”

I was delighted to oblige. Freddy seemed to be the opposite of a jealous man. He had the money to hire people to dress me the way he wanted, and I loved the hot girlfriend vibe. Of course, that meant that I got more than my fair share of lusty looks. But Freddy loved that. He encouraged me to dance with other men, while he watched. “Don’t be shy,” he told me. “If you like a guy, let him know.” That surprised me, but he seemed to mean it. Again, jealousy wasn’t his thing.

“You won’t get angry?” I asked.

“Not as long as you are going home with me,” he said. “You can be nice to them; I like seeing how you excite them.” He put an arm around my waist. “But then I take you to my bed.”

Cautiously, I tested the waters and found out he meant what he said. In fact, when I flirted with other men, it turned him on big time. In his limo on the way home, he’d ask me what attracted me about a guy I’d danced with, what about the guy excited me. While it made me feel awkward, I learned to be honest. The reward was a great night of sex.

“The dark-haired guy had a way of touching me that got me going,” I’d say. Or, “the guy with the crewcut seemed like he’d do whatever he wanted to a girl once he got her alone.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: May 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463926833

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Making Him Watch

A Hotwife for a Voyeur

Nicola Nichols

Copyright © 2015 by Nicola Nichols. All rights reserved.

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

The Way Things Were

When I first met Freddy Carter, he swept me off my feet. I had just started working in the office of one of his companies. I was just a clerk, but he saw me and one day he asked me out on a date.

It was in front of people, and nothing sneaky at all. Not the boss using leverage, just Freddy Carter asking me out.

I was overwhelmed. I mean, he was a rich guy, elegant, and had a nice, muscular body. He was older than me, in his early forties to my twenties, and I thought he was way out of my class, but it seemed that he adored me from the moment we met.

He was also respectful. Very respectful. That should’ve warned me not to expect him to be an alpha male kind of guy — a dominating macho man. When he took me to bed on the second date, he managed to make it a delightful seduction.

We came back from a lovely dinner and he led me out onto the patio of his fabulous house. With the lights of the city shining brightly in the distance, over drinks and under the stars, he caressed me gently.

Increasingly, his touching became more intimate, and he stood behind me, fondling me and whispering hot, wet words into my ear in a way that got me trembling with desire. It was so erotic and when he eased my dress off my shoulders and let it puddle on the ground at my feet, all I did was catch my breath.

When his hand touched my belly and moved down, sliding inside my panties, I moaned softly, loving it.

You are so wet, he said as his fingers ran through my pussy. You want to be fucked."

Yes, I said.

He undid his pants and dropped them; the brush of his hot, hard cock told me he wanted me. I gripped the railing of the balcony as he bent me forward. I looked out at the magical city and wondered that I was here, in this expensive place, with this rich man, bent over the railing of his patio wearing nothing but panties, stockings, and heels.

An insistent knee pushed my legs apart and he moved close behind me. I felt his cock probing between my pussy lips. Yes, I said again as his arms encircled my waist and he entered me, driving a rather substantial prick into my moist cavern.

He fucked me furiously under the stars. It was glorious even though I didn’t come. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d never been taken in such an erotic situation. When he came and I felt the rush of his cum inside me, I knew I cared about Freddy — a lot. I spent the night with him, and he fucked me twice more, in bed. It was a lovely evening.

When the soft morning light came in through the window, waking me, I decided to let Freddy know I appreciated him. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it, then began licking it. He stirred, smiling as I took his stiffening prick in my mouth and began sucking him.

As worked on his cock, caressing