Katie's Hotwife Adventures

Prologue

Prologue

It was surreal, sitting on a chair, not three feet from where my wife, Katie, was having energetic, sloppy s*x. Not only was it s*x outside of our marriage, but it was with a man who looked exactly like her favorite movie star, Brad Peterson.

It was my fault. I’d invited him into the bedroom, but it was Katie’s fault, too. He was her “free pass” f**k. You know, the one person your spouse gives you a free pass with if you ever actually have a chance.

I didn’t have a chance of ever meeting Scarlett Johansson, but my wife was getting her brains f****d out by Brad Petersen. Or rather a guy we thought looked like Peterson.

I watched them kiss like desperate lovers. My wife had already gotten naked in anticipation, but I was shocked by the size and thickness of Brad’s c**k. Physically, he was smaller than I was, but not below the belt.

He had my wife on her hands and knees now, facing me while he entered her from the rear. I could see both their faces; his hands were squeezing my wife’s hanging breasts, squeezing them so hard, he was leaving marks, and she loved it. She was moaning her appreciation as he tugged on her n*****s and left bruises behind. She hadn’t said a word to me while we’d made love in years, now she couldn’t stop talking.

“Oh, Brad, you’re so big.”

“Oh, yes, hard like that, so deep. Please, stretch me.”

I hadn’t prepared for this; I wasn’t even sure I wanted it. We’d talked about Katie being with another man. It had been her idea—a fantasy she’d shared with me. But it wasn’t supposed to happen. We’d role played and even gone out to bars to see what might develop, but it was just a game.

Now that it was happening, and I was excited. It’s my fantasy, too, in a way. But I was afraid—even faint—and a lot angry. How could she do this right in front of me? How could she cause me to be this jealous? Did I really want this to happen? Why was I so scared? Would she leave with him? Is she hurting me on purpose?

By this point, Katie had tuned everything out except him. Brad must be hurting her, his hands were around her neck, and even though it’s causing her face to turn red, she’s f*****g back at him even harder, grunting with the effort.