Heather Loosens Up by Arnica Butler

Author:Arnica Butler
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: voyeur, hotwife, slut wife, cuckold, wifesharing
Publisher: Thirteenth Line Publications

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At some point over the next two hours, which unfolded in a hazy blur of drinking and dancing, Heather by the minute becoming looser in her movements, her dress rising with more frequency to show her panties, her skin glistening with sweat, Toby found himself watching his wife dance with not just Ron, but a few other guys at the wedding.

The group thinned out, and it became pitch-black outside the windows. Heather barely paused to sit in unoccupied chairs while Toby fetched drinks for her, for her and Ron, for himself, alone and watching his wife dance shamelessly. It would live on in his memory as a montage of hands on Heather's small waist, flares of her dress exposing her entire thigh, resting moments when she leaned on the table and drew her finger in sexy circles around the rim of her glass and laughed at other men’s jokes while her foot crept up his own leg suggestively.

It seemed there was never a time to ask her what she was doing: Heather clearly had a plan, and he was relegated to observer of it as it unfolded. Did she know that she was giving him exactly what he wanted? He saw the way other men looked at her wedding finger and then furtively looked at him, but he returned their questioning glances with an even stare.

“What’s the trick?” he asked her at one point, as she spun around him, her lips freshly anointed with red lipstick.

Heather knew what he was asking her about and responded by winking. “I’ll show it to you later,” she promised.

The DJ was wrapping up the music what seemed like an eternity later. The music had died, chairs were being stacked, bright, awful lights had been turned on. The bar had been packed up without his noticing, because his attention had been so focused on his wife.

“We better call an Uber,” he said to her, as she took a pause to drink a glass of water. She was flushed, her hair loose again, and very, very drunk. She fell toward him, her hand on his chest again. “I have a new plan,” she said throatily. “These guys are all going back to the Hilton, in a shuttle.”

The Hilton was next to their own hotel, and Toby knew, basically, what she was suggesting even before she said it. He looked around for Ron, but he was nowhere to be found. Heather was already walking away from him toward a group of guys who looked single and hungry, and their eyes were on her as she approached. Her words drifted from her mouth as she walked away, low and intended only for Toby’s ears, but they floated around him for a few moments before he was able to parse them:

“I’ll just go ingratiate myself with these guys and we’ll get a free ride.”

Ingratiate myself.

The phrase coiled around Toby’s cock, coalescing deep in his balls, deep inside of him, wrapping around his soul like a boa, squeezing until he was sure he would burst.

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