My Shamless Pornstar Hotwife

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Melanie was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and it was hard to believe we’d been married for as long as we had. After all this time, I loved her more than I had the day we’d married.

We all have to play the hand we’re dealt in life. I was pretty much just an average guy, nothing special except I’ve been told I have a pleasant smile and an easy, comfortable way about me.

But Melanie had been dealt a great hand, and I wasn’t always sure she knew it. My wife had the intelligence, the beauty, the charm, and the perfect body most women could only dream of having. To extend my metaphor, she’d been dealt a Royal Flush but somehow believed she was merely a pair of queens at best.

Maybe it was because I’m addicted to p**n. There. I’ve said it—specifically videos. I have hundreds of them saved on my computer, which is far more than I could possibly watch while j*********f. I even have them categorized to find the subject I want quickly. I’ve discovered I only like three or four videos in each category, which means I’m more interested in collecting videos and clips than I am in watching them. It’s as though I’m terrified of missing something outstanding, and while I’m keeping an eye out for that one video, I see others I want to have. It’s not unusual for me to find I have several copies of the same thing.

That’s how I recognized Britany Kitty.

Most people saw a good-looking woman with dark blonde hair pushing a grocery cart and carefully examining labels. What I saw was the finest p**n actress of her generation.

New Britany movies were becoming rare, and social media was full of rumors, especially when it leaked that she was only twenty-two. The logically minded thought she’d simply tired of the grind and retired or gotten married. The conspiracy-minded claimed she’d been kidn*pped and was now a w***e for some third-world prince. Each rumor was more scandalous than the last.

Now I knew the truth. Britany was pushing a cart in my local grocery store. So, I did the only logical thing. I introduced myself.

I mentioned my smile. It’s dangerous if the heat is turned up too high, so I approached her as a slightly befuddled, harmless, but good-looking guy. “Can you help me? I sound so stupid. I’m sorry for interrupting you,” I began.

Britany looked up in surprise, a touch of fear on her face. When she saw me smiling but looking around the store as if lost, she took pity on me.

“What do you need help finding?” God, her voice. It sounded even dirtier and full of promise in real life. It was as though she were saying, “Please f**k me, right now. I need you.”

“I’ve been looking for those eggs. You know, not the regular eggs but the ones that are already boiled,” I paused and looked suitably stupid. “I can’t even boil my own eggs. Pretty pathetic, aren’t I?”

Britany smiled and held perfect fingers over her mouth. It was the same ringless fingers I’d seen wrapped around enormous c***s, and now they were shielding her perfect lips. I’d seen those lips parted by hard c***s as she swallowed their c*m. Her brilliant blue eyes seemed to smile at me, and I almost came when she offered me the same hand to shake.

“My name’s Paul,” I said, cranking up the wattage on my smile and reluctantly releasing her hand. “I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “This store is enormous, but I love shopping here.”

I was afraid my erection would show.

“I thought I saw a coffee place near the front,” I said.

“Melanie,” she said introducing herself, and the rest is history.

We dated without s*x, and not from a lack of trying on my part. I wasn’t sure if Melanie wanted to take things further. I was beginning to think she could be secretly gay.

Then one night, everything changed. We’d been in her apartment, kissing and fooling around for hours. I’d reached under Melanie’s light sweater and unsnapped her bra, an action that should have resulted in a warning from her. She’d usually whisper in my ear that tonight wasn’t the right time while she’d reattach her bra after letting me have a brief feel.

Oh my God. Touching Melanie’s large, firm breasts would go straight from my hand to my c**k. Lodging in my memory along the way.

One night it was all different. As soon as I had Melanie’s bra unhooked, she drew back and looked at me with half-mast eyes, and large soft, bee-stung-looking lips. Her lips were wet, and her mouth hung open. I could see her tongue as she panted; my c**k was so hard it made a visible tube in my pants.

Finally, Melanie put her knees on the old couch and threw her body on me, leading with her lips and tongue. Her face was red and felt feverish to the touch. I gazed into her eyes for a very long time while I held her ridiculously perfect tit and played with her long, hard n****e. Her n****e grew even longer and harder between my fingers. I thought tonight was the night and reached under her stomach to unfasten her pants and pull down the zipper.

Melanie moaned in my mouth, and her kisses came even faster. I slid my hand down the soft skin of her body, feeling the hard muscle of her stomach and onto her boiling p***y. Melanie touched my c**k through my pants. It was almost too much, but I managed not to c*m.

Then she sat back and pulled my hand out of her panties, my fingers coated in her fabulous juices. She was panting harder, and her complexion was now blotchy from need.

“I want you to f**k me,” she said, “I need you.” Her words nearly made me pass out.

“Melanie. I think I love you,” I said, moving toward her. She stopped me with an outstretched hand.

“But, I have to tell you something important.” I couldn’t imagine what would be more critical than getting naked. Melanie let me kiss her, but she held her earlier passion in check before gently pushing me away again.

She took off her sweater and bra as I fixated on her breasts. They’d been in every dream since I’d first seen her act, and here they were. More perfect than I could have thought possible. She put every other woman on every website to shame.

“Paul, you have to look at me,” Melanie said, laughing. “Up here, where my eyes are.”

I looked at Melanie’s eyes and felt as though I could fall into them. Her iris were a brilliant shade of blue with tiny gold sparkles.

“I made pornographic movies,” she said. Her words made no sense to me at first; all I could see were her perfect teardrop breasts and breathtaking blue eyes, and then all at once, it sunk in, and I had to be careful.

“Did you just say you acted in p**n?” I said.

“Yes, and I know you’ve watched some of them. I thought you recognized me in the grocery store even though my hair wasn’t blonde,” Melanie said. Tension was making her voice shake, and I could tell she was scared. “My p**n name is Britany Kitty. I’m sorry I didn’t confess sooner. I thought you knew, and then you didn’t say anything ... Look, I’m trying to put my life in order, and I don’t know what any of this means for us. You can leave if you want, although I really hope you don’t …”

Melanie got no further before I was on her again. We kissed with all the passion and love I knew I felt for her.

“You’re interested in me, right, Paul? This isn’t because you want to sleep with a p**n actress, is it?”

“I love you, Melanie,” I said truthfully. “I want to be with you always.”

I was proposing marriage without knowing it. But, a week later, I did it again with a ring in hand.

Melanie pulled my pants from my body and took my bobbing hard-on in her mouth. My future bride knew how to give a blow-job. As soon as her jeans were off, I returned the favor, plunging my face into her steaming wet p***y. When I finally penetrated her, the feeling was beyond words.

By the time we were married, Melanie knew all about my hobby of collecting videos and clips. At first, she wanted to watch with me and was interested in my filing system.

“Which category has the most?” Melanie asked me.

“Well, I can only file what I can find,” I said, trying to evade the question.

My wife smiled at me before saying, “Let me help you figure this out.” She took over my keyboard, and I watched helplessly as she counted the number of videos in each category.

We’d been watching in bed, so as my naked wife sat hunched over, staring at the screen full of p**n, I continued playing with her full, dangling breasts. Melanie smiled and occasionally closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations I was giving her, but mainly she focused on the screen.

Then she sat up straight, stretched her back, and announced the results. “You have a lot of categories with just a few videos in each, such as this amateur woman wearing a mask being f****d wonderfully by a black man while her caged husband filmed. I want to watch it when I have more time. Anyway, it’s one of several smaller categories.”

“However,” she went on to say. “There are a few categories with serious numbers.” I held my breath. “’Oldies,’ the category we usually watch together. You have many ‘Women Masturbating.’ You must really enjoy watching women getting themselves off.”

My wife took a break to suck my c**k into her mouth for a few moments before leaving my bobbing wet member to complete her report.

“I put ‘cheating wives,’ ‘hotwife,’ ‘BBC,’ and ‘cuckolds’ together in one ‘hotwife’ category,” she said. I crawled between Melanie’s thighs, too turned on to wait for her to finish. Her p***y was as wet as I’d ever felt it. “Oh God, Paul. Wait, we need to talk about this.”

“You like watching wives f*****g other men in front of their husbands, and you have several videos or clips of me. You like watching video of your wife being f****d by some stud,” Melanie smiled at me as though she now knew my secret and kissed my c**k lightly on the very tip. “Would you like to watch me masturbate in front of you? I’ll do it.” Melanie was silent for a long while, just playing with my erection before she looked back at me. “Paul, I’ll do anything for you; all he’d have to do is ask.”

By this time, we were a typical American family living in the suburbs with two cars, one a tan-colored mini-van. We even had two children, twins—one of each s*x. But my wife never got over her fear of being rejected or abandoned.

Melanie had worked hard to keep in shape during her pregnancy and after the twins were born. She’d become such a fitness fanatic her stomach was tighter than it had ever been. Melanie was as slim now as she’d been when we’d married and looked even more desirable.

Of course, Melanie had always been open about s*x and willing to try anything I could think of doing. If I ran out of ideas, I could always count on her. It was just one of the reasons I loved her as much as I did.