Learning To Love It 2: A Hotwife Fantasy by Butler Arnica

Author:Butler, Arnica
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thirteenth Line Publications
Published: 2024-04-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter seven

She stood in front of the mirror staring at herself as the water in the shower warmed up, clouds of steam starting to billow through the bathroom. She surveyed her body and felt a twinge of pride.

She’d never admit it to anyone but Alistair was right. She was hot for her age. Thick in some places but that was to be expected.

Her eyes fell to her vagina, the soft folds she’d shaved bare earlier that day. A tremor rippled through her when she saw the trails of Booker’s semen leaking out of it.

It was a horrible sight. Vulgar and crass. She’d never paid much attention to it when Alistair finished in her.

This was different. She found herself gripped by a perverse and riveting fascination. Pulling herself apart with her fingers she dipped one into her sexual opening and scooped more of Booker’s seed out.

She shuddered again as she raised her hand and stared at the sticky liquid running down her finger. Seminal fluid milked out of Booker and into herself by the massive climax she’d just endured. She felt a little lightheaded from it still. She ripped off a piece of toilet paper and wiped her finger off, then threw it in the trash.

She turned and was about to stick one foot into the bathtub when the door opened. She gasped when Booker stepped into the bathroom. “Booker? What are you doing here?” she asked, covering herself up with her hands and arms again.

Booker smiled and walked towards her. He seemed confident and unafraid of what her reaction might be, intruding on such an intimate space in her house. He took her wrist and pulled her arm away from her chest, then did the same with the hand covering her sex. “Sheila. Alright if I call you Sheila?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I suppose,” she whispered. Truth be told she was aroused by his confidence and dominant manner. Even though she’d just climaxed she was turned on that he’d be so bold and just stroll into the bathroom while she was trying to take a shower. Hard to know why, but she was.

“You don’t have to cover yourself up around me. You’re beautiful and you have a beautiful body. I like to see it,” he said.

She smiled and looked off to one side. “I know,” she muttered. “And I like that you said that. But I’m from a different generation, Booker. We didn’t…women didn’t just strut around naked in front of strange men.”

“Well, I’m no stranger. Neither is your husband. You’re going to have to get used to showing off for us,” he explained.

She wasn’t sure she’d ever feel comfortable doing that. She’d been raised to be chaste and modest. And even though she’d loosened up these last few years with Alistair she was no nudist. Her naked form would always be a source of shame on some level. “What are you doing here?” she asked, not wanting to pursue the subject of her own embarrassment.

“Your husband got a little worried about a surprise I cooked up for us.

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