A Conventional Hotwife by Arnica Butler

Author:Arnica Butler [Butler, Arnica]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Thirteenth Line Publications
Published: 2016-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

IF IT IS STILL ON FOLLOW US TO THE BEACH

it read, in capital letters in the middle of the page. Notes that seemed to be real surrounded the bolded statement.

Really, Kate? Spycraft?

I let the lifted papers fall back to the pad with a flutter and looked up at her. I cleared my throat.

This was really it. Everything else before this had been an appetizer. This was what I had asked for. So why did I feel so...what? What did I even feel?

I looked back at Kate. She smiled at me again, but it was clear she was still waiting for the go-ahead.

Or was she? Dark thoughts crowded my mind. She obviously had this all on track. She seemed pretty familiar with Kyle already. Maybe she had already done something with him, maybe one of the afternoons I couldn't find her she had already indulged in some “adventures” with this guy.

My heart rate was so high I'm pretty sure I could have been hospitalized had anyone checked it just then. When I set the legal pad down, I was grateful it was heavy. My hand was shaking and the papers would have fluttered all over the place.

Pete was talking to all of us, really carrying on a good conversation, but no one was listening at all. I couldn't even hear over my pounding blood, but my attention was zeroed in on the way my wife's white dress kept merging with Kyle's dark skin in the periphery of my eye. His hand was on her shoulder...I strained my eyeball, trying to look straight ahead but still get a clear view of them...was he leaning in to -?

Yes. He had slipped a shoulder strap down and was kissing my wife's shoulder.

My cock pulsed and I leaned over the table as a wave of nausea went through me. Together, the two feelings were just painful.

I heard Kathy laugh.

No, not Kathy, I reminded myself. Kate.

Unable to stop myself, I shifted in my seat to look at them. Kyle's fingers were underneath the fabric of the dress, playfully slipping the straps off her shoulders, making the fabric bunch near her mountainous breasts. Even Pete couldn't keep his eyes from flicking frantically back and forth from his drink to Kate's chest. Any second now, we all were thinking and hoping, the white fabric would slip just a little too far...

Kyle nuzzled against her neck. They were talking in low voices to each other now, as if no one else was in the world but them. As if they weren't making a scene, acting like teenagers, making out at a bar.

Kate suddenly swept up her purse, with a throaty laugh. “Guys, I think I need some fresh air,” she said.

Kyle stood up at the same time. His face was smug, because he knew what everyone else knew, and that everyone else knew: there was nothing about “fresh air” motivating this overflowing, excited woman to go outside.

Pete held his drink up. “Cheers,” he said jovially. Kyle smiled at him.

Kyle's hands were on my wife's ass.

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