Hotwife: Beautiful Wanton

By Ivanna Dooit

Nikki opened her eyes. There was makeup on her pillow. She was nude except for tangled hose. There were bruises on her shoulders where hands a gripped her. She looked down and saw something that looked like dried milk on her thighs. Then it all came rushing back. OMG, she had done it. In the joy that a cure had been found for her sick children and the need for the money to pay for it, she had given herself to her husband's incredibly sexy boss. It had been wonderful but now what? Did her husband hate her now? He was the one that suggested it, but he hadn't been that serious. And that boss had wanted an "arrangement". If they did it too many more times, she might fall in love with that boss. That love might drive her to break up two marriages, hurt everybody's little children, destroy her husband's job, and make her a bad person forever. OMG. And suppose HIS wife found out that would ruin everything. OMG, suppose that wife started shooting?
But they had to have the money. Even if they sold everything it wouldn't be enough. It was the money, she told herself. It wasn't really her need for that deep, deep penetration, those sliding muscles, those dark, mysterious eyes, that wonderful smell, and that powerful thrusting that drove her wild. She slipped her hands between her legs and found she was a little sore, but that was nothing.
To get the things she things she wanted, that she had to have, she would have to risk ruining her life and the lives of everyone she loved. This was an impossible situation. She thrust her hands into her hair, rocked back and forth and gave one deep sob. Just then her husband walked in. She dropped her hands into her lap and tried to look calm and unfrightened.
"Awaked at last," he said, handing her a cup of coffee. "Get washed and dressed. I may have thought of something."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ivanna Dooit
• Release date: Sep 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005213367

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Hotwife: Beautiful Wanton

by

Ivana Dooitt

Copyright 2018

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Nikki was sitting and staring at the blossoming apple orchard without seeing it. The ice had almost melted on her untouched tea." I won't cry, she said to herself, No matter what, I won't cry." She arranged her features into what she thought was a resolute cheerfulness. It did not fool Sparky. He looked sadly up at her with nary a wag of his tail. It hadn't fooled Blaze either. Usually they cantered for their afternoon ride but this time Nikki had held Blaze to a slow walk. Blaze had kept looking back at her, nickering in a puzzled way. The poor horse had even developed those worry bumps above her eyes. Nikki patted the horse and told her it was all right but Blaze was not convinced.

Nikki heard her husband's car pulling into the driveway, his footsteps crossing the room, then the sliding door. He stepped onto the patio and sat down beside her. She turned her resolute face towards him.

The treatment does exist but it's experimental, he said. It hasn't been approved by the FDA and it hasn't been given a widespread hospital tests, but... He paused.

Nikki did not grab him by the neck and shake him. She remained sitting. "Calm, she said to herself, Calm."

But, her husband went on, I looked at his data, his graphs, and his references. They looked good. I even checked with his rivals. Finally, I talked to him. He was quite enthusiastic; he said our Tommy and Sissy were ideal subjects and that he would get them in the program it he had to give his department head a black eye. There is...there is no doubt in my mind that our little angels will live and not only live but live to be their happy, rambunctious selves again.

Oh Brian, really, really? I can't believe it. thank God, said Nikki and she cried.

After the crying, hugging, and nose blowing were over, Brian said, There’s a catch, though. We have to pay for it. Apparently his experimental protocol is cast in concrete since it has already started. He can’t change the list of the subjects he is going to use.

How expensive?

Very. If I get the promotion, we’ll be all right, though. There will be no skiing in the Swiss Alps or Mercedes Town Cars in our future, but we’ll make it.

I always wanted to see the Tetons and a Ford will get you there and bring you back.

Yes.

But what if you don’t get the promotion.

Well…we would have to sell this place and move into an apartment.

Oh.

I know you’ve loved the place ever since you were a little girl, but...

Our little twerps come first. They would be just as happy in an apartment. We’ll find a building that has a lot of little friends for them.

You are very brave, said Brian.

What mother would hesitate? she said. But, Oh! Poor Blaze. We can’t find an apartment house that permits horses in the building.

I'm sorry but, said Brian, we'll have to find someone to take her.

But she will be so lonesome! I know it. She will nicker and nicker and I won’t be there. Oh dear!

We’ll get by, Squeeze-Box. Us and Blaze both. We'll send him to your parents farm. She'll be happy. We can visit.

I can't believe they are going to get well, she said, But I'm starting to believe it. Joy, joy, joy! I feel like I could float. And maybe you will get the promotion anyway, won’t you?

The boss sure wants to give it to me. He told me as much. But…"

But?

I'm not sure why.

Oh, so what, she said. I feel like doing something wild to celebrate. Really wild.

Tell you what, Squeeze-Box, why don’t you put on your beautiful wanton outfit and we sneak out to our disreputable club and misbehave a little. Make sure as those glorious calves and bright thighs of yours are on full display. And that your sensitive back is exposed to the caress of the wind all the way down to your magnificent ass.

OK. I warn you, though. That back is going to be caressed by more than the wind.

We could play our game a little. Maybe carry it a touch farther, he said.

I'll wear my hotwife ankle chain. Wave it around for all to see.

Maybe that's going too far. It's mean to disappoint those little college boys.

Who says I am going to disappoint them? I'm in the mood to be wild. I'll fulfill the fantasy you've been talking about for years, maybe. Fulfill it in spades. And white guys too. Two or three at once. Bring a blanket and throw it over the pool table.

Well..uh, said Brian.

You better let me do it. she said. Who knows when I will be in this mood again.

And then, said her husband, when we get home, we throw caution to the winds and make mad, passionate love. I'll be the mighty Viking and the hapless Saxon husband who stands fearfully aside while the Viking ravishes your wife down to her bones.

Nikki smiled and made her voice high and quivery, Oh Sir, this is rape! This is rape! Oh, you’re raping me! Oh, I love it. Oh please don’t bang me hard Sir, please! If you do I’ll come and if I come I’ll be your fuck toy. You’ll be able to do anything to me! Anything! Oh no! I’m going to come. Oh! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh! Oh Husband I’m so sorry! I can't help it. His cock is so big. Oh, rape me again and again and again Sir! Rape me! Rape me! Rape me!

They grinned at each other She handed him a glass of fairly cold ice tea and they drank." He looked a her. She was wearing a short princess dress with a tight bodice and short, full skirt. The dress was thin cotton, white with big orange flowers.

Abruptly he reached over and lifted her skirt to her waist. She was wearing white bikini panties with orange flowers. He looked at her sternly. Where are your panties? he asked.

What? she said. She looked down at her panties. He grinned at her. After a minute she grinned back. Oh, she said and then she whispered to him. Go get the vibrator. Put in fresh batteries.

She sipped her ice tea while she waited and watched the cloudless sunset. The whole western horizon turned orange. Venus appeared. Nighthawks spiraled through the evening making their 'peent' calls. She loved nighthawks. She looked towards their distant neighbors. She thought she saw a light flashing from the telescope of their very cute teenage son. She turned her chair towards the telescope and lowered the chair's back until she was half reclining on it. She crossed her legs, caught the hem of her skirt and fanned it up and down as if trying to cool herself. She dropped the hem and arranged her skirt so that it did not quite cover her panties.

Brian came back carrying two vibrators, a bottle of lube, and a hand towel. One vibrator was a simple club. He handed her that one. The other was a butt plug. It looked like a model pine tree for a model railroad only bigger and smoother . He carefully lubed the butt