Katie's Hotwife Adventures

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Almost every day, I go to the same coffee shop in the lobby of our building, and every day I sit so the same girl can wait on me.

Katie is beautiful, in her early twenties, with dark shiny hair, big sky-blue eyes, a broad smile with perfect teeth, and big boobs. I just love boobs.

Katie’s a substantial name—clean sounding, conservative, old-fashioned, and not flashy. I guess that pretty much describes my Katie.

By substantial, I don’t mean fat or anything like that. Katie’s very pretty, she can be beautiful when she tries, but soap and water are good enough for her with little make-up. Being a waitress is hard work, so she doesn’t fix herself up like she’s going on a date. She’s naturally pretty.

Of course, every guy who comes into the diner hits on her eventually, but she’s developed a graceful way of letting them down without hurting business.

One day, after leaving my usual outrageous tip, Katie said, “Mack, I think you’re sweet on me.”

No, honest, I thought I’d woken in the wrong century. Sweet on me. I wanted to look around for the barbershop quartet.

“You’ve never hit on me, you’ve never said anything inappropriate, and yet you leave these far-too-big tips. When are you going to hit on me, Mack? You know a girl can’t wait forever?”

I stammered, she’d caught me without a prepared response. Some lawyer I was. So, when she suggested that I ask her to go out with me, I stammered out the question, and she said yes.

All this time, I thought Katie was a sweet, innocent girl. As it turned out, I was half right; she was sweet.

That first night, we went out to eat—I know taking a waitress out to eat—but the place was several steps up from the dinner, and she seemed to like being waited on for a change.

On the second date, we went to a real dress-up play. It didn’t even cross my mind that Katie may not have the clothing for that, but she pulled it off.

When she came to the door, I almost fell to the floor and became her obedient, lesbian-trained servant. She looked stunning. Her hair was done up, her makeup was perfect, and her dress showed lots of cleavage. I loved that dress.

Katie caught me peeking down her cleavage a couple of times. The last time she cracked up, right in the middle of the play. Here I was, stretched out so that I could see down her dress during this dramatic speech on stage. Everybody looked; I was so proud.

My heart almost leaped from my chest when she leaned over to me and said, “If you don’t embarrass us anymore tonight, I’ll let you see them. Would you like that?”

Her eyes were glued to my face as I vigorously nodded my head up and down.

She patted my hand, saying, “That’s enough, Mack. You’re going to see my boobies, but only if you’re good.”

After the play, we went to her apartment, and Katie asked, “Mack, how come you never try anything? Is there something wrong with me? I know you like my boobs. You look at them more than you look at me.”

“I thought I was going to be seeing them… wasn’t a viewing mentioned? Was I not good enough, Katie?” I know I sounded a little frantic and a lot desperate.

“Yes, you were an oh-so-good boy tonight. You only embarrassed me a couple of times, and as a reward, you get to see my t**s,” she responded. I grinned.

“But you haven’t answered the question. Just in case you forgot while you were picturing my breasts, here it is again. Why haven’t you ever tried anything? I’ve given you every opportunity. Mack, here’s the deal. I want you to try something.” We were there.

I had two choices: tell her why I hadn’t tried anything, or not tell her. If I didn’t tell her, the date was over, and I might never get to see her boobies. God, I wanted to see them. I wanted to watch her walk, topless. I wanted to see them jiggle. My c**k was hard and probably dripping.

“Mack, you either tell me what’s going on or that’s it. You’re always stealing glances at my breasts, but you never try anything. You barely kiss me. What’s the matter with me?” Her eyes were filling with tears. I’d hurt her by being a gentleman, a gentleman who snuck glances at her boobs.

This was it, do, or die.

“The truth is, I just don’t like you.” No, that’s not what I said.

Here’s what I said. “The truth is, I have perhaps the world’s smallest penis.” The things that’ll come out of your mouth when the pressure’s on. p***s.

Katie looked at me like I was full of s**t, and she wasn’t buying. Her face held a skeptical expression, scorn that I would come up with such a flimsy excuse.

“Don’t give me that s**t, Mack. If you don’t find me attractive, just say so.” And she stood up, ready to kick me out—and I still hadn’t seen her jugs.

“No, wait. Katie, it’s the truth. Come on, what man’s going to lie about having a small c**k? I mean, really?” That’s the eloquence that comes from attending a first-rate law school. It was an infallible argument. If something is inconceivable, it must be true, right?

“Show me.” She was playing rough, standing there with her arms crossed, protecting her breasts from an accidental screening by me. “Prove it or get out, Mack. I’m serious. Drop your pants.”

Oh boy, on the one hand, those pants were the only thing between me and humiliation. On the other hand, I really liked Katie. On the other hand, once she saw my d**k, it was all over anyway.

I decided to prove I wasn’t lying before being kicked out. I’d at least have my honor. I wondered what “honor” was selling for right then? I was pretty sure I couldn’t trade it for what I wanted. The thought made me laugh; Katie did not see the joke.

I took the plunge, undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and dropped them along with my underwear. All Katie could see was that patch of light-colored pubic hair with a little thumbnail sticking out.

“He’s hard, Katie. You made him hard. So, have a look and a good laugh, and I’ll go,” I said, feeling aggrieved, wronged, and humiliation. I couldn’t look at her. I wondered where I’d eat lunch the next day?

I bent to pull my pants back up, but Katie stopped me.

“He’s cute. Oh, Mack, I’m sorry I doubted you. Let me get a better look.” She was on her knees and parting my pubic hair. I thought to get a better look.

I was shocked to feel her warm, wet mouth surround me. To feel her tongue sliding over that gland at the end of my c**k, you know, the one that would have become a c**t if your chromosomes were slightly different.

Katie’s was my first blowjob, and I’ve got to say, they’re spectacular. And to think, all I needed was a warm mouth. Well, and boobs, of course. I love Katie’s boobs.

Wow, that felt good. Then she used her tongue to stroke the underside, and I barely had time to warn her before I came.

It would be different when she was prepared, but that first time she was surprised and pulled me out, and I came on her face and in her hair. That’s so much easier to clean than where I might have c*m.

In the end, it didn’t matter. I was so excited I pulled Katie to her feet, kissing and hugging her and telling her how special she was to me. We moved back to the couch—well, Katie moved. My pants were around my ankles, so I shuffled.

There were no limits to my expressions of love and appreciation. I wasn’t trying to lay it on thick. It just came out of my mouth that way. After a couple of minutes, Katie pulled her head back, smiling at me, and put a finger over my mouth.

“That’s enough, Mack. I understand that you liked it, didn’t you?” I vigorously nodded, yes. If I’d been a dog, I would have run around in circles.

“Well, how would you like to make love to me?” she asked. I would have said ‘f**k,’ but Katie’s very ladylike.

I didn’t need a committee meeting to develop the right response to her question. “Hell, yes,” I said.

Katie led me into the bedroom and got the surprise of her life. She thought she’d have to take the lead and teach me what to do. Ha. I stripped her slowly, paying close attention to her breasts, making sure that she was thoroughly aroused.

By the time I’d gotten to her p***y, long after we’d made it to the bedroom, Katie was a straining, sweaty mess. I was in her head; she’d never been seduced by a working lesbian before.

I ate her for what seemed like hours. Letting the tension build, keeping her straining, begging me to let her c*m. I sucked her labia and ran my tongue over her c**t, feeling it throb before lowering my head to her anus.

I used most of the tricks, my lesbian friend, Nancy, had taught me. Not all of them, of course, I was hoping to be invited back, and I knew I’d need fresh material.

When Katie’s straining and had reached that level where it could only go away if not satisfied—now there’s something I didn’t learn in school—I finished her.

Katie’s orgasm was majestic. She howled, she groaned, she screamed. She caught my head between her thighs and squeezed until I feared for my life.

Then it was over. Ten or twelve minutes of orgasmic bliss and the girl was spent. We’d have to build up her endurance.

“Jesus, Mack. Who taught you that? How did you…? Oh, wow. Do you know more?” Katie had to stop so that she could start kissing my face and licking. Capturing all her special, young juices.

“Mack, would you like to f**k me?” Katie was searching my eyes, her face a picture of earnestness. She was communicating with me. Katie knew the issue I had, but she wanted us to be closer. She was developing real feelings for me.

That night I discovered the location of heaven, and it’s not in the sky or floating on a cloud. Heaven, for me, is between Katie’s legs.

She held herself open, not because I was so large, but so that I could feel every one of the inch as I sank inside her. I didn’t go far, only that inches or so, but she was so warm and wet.

The noises she made were intoxicating. I’d gone to paradise. All I could concentrate on were the wonderful feelings coming from Katie’s p***y.

I tried to f**k her slowly, but when I pulled back, I was overcome by such anxiety that I pounded right back inside of her. I wanted to feel surrounded by my Katie.

After only seconds, I came. I came harder than I’d ever come before. It didn’t matter how big my c**k was. I flooded Katie with my sperm.

“Oh, wow. Mack. Wow, I can feel you, oh, Mack…” And she orgasmed right along with me. I’d made a woman c*m with my c**k, and at the same time! That was as an amateur. I could only get better, right?

My feelings for Katie overcame me. I wanted her to be mine forever. It didn’t matter that she was my first; it couldn’t possibly get any better.