Betting My Bride: A Hotwife Novel (3 page)

"They also have the staff go in and thoroughly clean the rooms after every use. Nothing but the best here, of course," he said.

"Of course," I said.

The door down where his wife, though she looked far too young to be his wife, was changing opened and she popped out wearing regular clothes. It looked like the show was over for him, but as the show was far from over for me. I knocked on the door, turning to give Winston a smile and a thumbs up. He returned the gesture and then he was putting his arm around his wife who also smiled and winked at me before he led her out of the area.

The door opened and Lindsay stared out, obviously she was still in the middle of changing into her next outfit. An outfit that was incredibly sexy.

"James? What is it? What do you need?"

"You," I said. And then I pushed my way in.

"James! What are you doing?"

I moved in and closed the door behind me. It was time to have some fun with my future wife.

3: Indiscretions

"Are you crazy? Someone will hear us!"

I turned around and knocked on the door. "Did you hear anything out there? Did you hear me talking with that guy?"

"You mean the one who was staring at me? No…"

I felt a shiver as she mentioned Winston staring at her. Damn. What was it about that idea that was thrilling me so fucking much? That was turning me on so much? I needed to pour some of that turn-on into my future bride.

I grinned. "Exactly! These doors are soundproof. Apparently that's one of the many services they offer. One of the reasons why it's so damn expensive to shop here."

She arched an eyebrow. "Why would they have a soundproof… Oh. Oh my!"

Her eyes went wide as it dawned on her. It had taken me a minute to realize exactly what Winston meant as well. Then her eyes went wide as I advanced on her. She was still half in the white bikini. The one that looked so delicious. The one that I hoped she'd be wearing the day we were getting married on the beach. Only now I wanted something else. I needed her. And so I reached out and tugged on one of the strings holding her bikini top together. It came apart and fell to the floor.

I didn't need to do anything down below. No, she was already out of her bottoms and good to go.

"James! What got into you?" she asked.

"Seeing you in that bikini is what got into me!"

This place really was a swank joint. There was a mirror that ran the entire length of the back wall and that gave me ideas. Ideas that made me wonder if the people who designed this place, the people who put that mirror in that location, maybe knew exactly what they were doing when they set it up like that. Whatever. It was perfect for my purposes.

I wheeled Lindsay around and pressed her against the mirror. She stared at her eyes and then back to me behind her. I didn't even bother taking my clothes off. I was too turned on. I had to have her right now, and I didn't have time for pesky things like getting my clothes off before I got my rocks off.

So I undid my belt and my pants fell to the floor with a clang. I lined my cock up at her entrance. She was sopping wet, a sure sign that she was more than up for this even if she'd protested a little at the beginning. I slid the head of my cock in between her pussy lips and closed my eyes in satisfaction. God how I loved feeling her pussy wrapping around my cock.

"Fuck…" she whispered as I started sliding inside her. As my cock filled her. And in a single thrust I was buried to the hilt inside her. I grunted and opened my eyes. Took in the sight of my gorgeous fiancée, my soon-to-be wife, with my cock buried inside her. Her body reflected in all its glory in the mirror as I pulled out and slammed home inside her again.

Again.

Fucking her was always an experience that was hot enough all on its own, but unbidden a new thought entered my head. I thought back to when she'd stepped out of the changing room in that bikini. I thought back to seeing Winston's eyes bulging out as he saw her. As he looked her up and down, the man with the trophy wife that his wealth had probably purchased him, and all he could think about in that moment was my future wife. It was obvious.

And I'd won her the old-fashioned way with no money at all. She was all mine, she loved me for who I was and not for how much money I had considering I didn't even have that much money until I got a deposit in my bank account from the App Store earlier in the day.

But in that moment I'd seen something that I wouldn't have expected from a high-powered investment banker like that. Jealousy. He wanted Lindsay as much as I needed her. Wanted to take her. Probably wanted to fuck her just like I was doing right now. Hell, he was probably thinking about fucking her even as he walked around with his trophy wife.

Of course it'd never happen, but it made for an interesting scenario in my head. I imagined my Lindsay getting naughty like that in a changing room with some random guy. Imagined another man slamming inside her, that it was some other guy's broad shoulders looming behind her as he slammed his cock in and out of her instead of me standing behind her gripping her waist.

Damn. From the tingling in my cock, from the way it was already starting to twitch, that was one hell of a powerful fantasy. It certainly seemed to be doing it for me in a major way. Fuck!

"God! Somebody's turned on!" Lindsay said.

"You have no fucking idea!" I replied.

I continued plowing inside her as I watched her tits bounce reflected in the mirror. I watched her body shuddering under my thrusting. Her hair moving back and forth with my every thrust. Her eyes would occasionally move up and lock with mine, her mouth hanging open as she gasped and moaned.

Apparently she'd taken what I said about these changing booths being soundproof to heart, because she definitely wasn't holding back when it came to letting the world know how much she was enjoying herself! It was loud enough that I worried someone might be able to hear her outside despite the soundproofing. Not overhearing a low conversation was one thing, but the way she was carrying on was something else entirely.

And yet there wasn't a chance I was going to stop. No, I just slid inside her imagining that it was another man slamming inside her, and then I went over the edge. I held her petite waist in a white knuckled grip as she pushed her head down and started to moan. It was a low moan that told me she was having one hell of an orgasm of her own, and that just added to the experience for me as I felt her pussy clamping down around me. Damn!

Slowly we came down from that incredible high, that incredible peak that we'd just climbed together. I shook my head in amazement. Usually we didn't both come at the same time like that. Usually we had to give each other a hand or a vibrator or something else.

I wondered if showing off had gotten her worked up to the point that she was already as close to the edge as I was. I'd have to see about that. It was opening up some interesting possibilities if that was the case.

"Damn," I said. "So what brought that on? Usually it takes a lot more get up and go to get you up and going."

Lindsay turned and smiled as she leaned up and kissed me. "I've been really stressed out lately," she said. "And suddenly I feel like all of that stress is gone for some strange reason."

I arched my eyebrow and smiled right back at her. "Are you sure about that? Because you do have a wedding coming up. I hear planning those can be a real bitch!"

"Something tells me everything's been taking care of," she said.

"You will have to ask for time off," I said.

"When do we leave? I didn't actually look at the paperwork."

"Tonight? I scheduled the wedding for the afternoon tomorrow."

Lindsay's eyes widened but she still had a smile on her face. If that was a surprise then it was a pleasant surprise. "Damn. You worked fast!"

"I knew I wanted to marry you babe," I said. "And now that I have the means to do that I wanted to get it done as soon as possible."

"You mean after a flight across the Pacific Ocean, right? You didn't want to marry me so fast that you'd just visit the courthouse?"

"Actually we're going to have to make a stop at the courthouse before we head out, but we have time. Besides, I wanted it to be special."

"I know babe. Gonna be a long flight though."

"Well yeah," I said. "We are going to be in the air for awhile so you should probably…"

"Hold on babe," she said. She pulled out her phone which was buzzing and tapped it. Put it up to her ear. I heard a buzzing on the other end that sounded like her asshole of a boss. I crossed my arms and smiled. I knew how much Lindsay hated that guy and I had a feeling this was going to be good.

4: Take This Job And...

"Well I decided to go to lunch with my fiancé Mr. Thompson," she said.

More buzzing in her ear. That sounded like angry buzzing. I smiled, having a pretty good idea of where this was going.

"Well I'm sorry, but considering all the unpaid overtime you've been having us work I figured one long lunch wouldn't matter."

Lindsay looked at me and smiled, a twinkle in her eye. I hated the extra hours she was always having to work almost as much as she did. And it wasn't even like they got overtime. She was a salaried wage slave in a glorified entry-level job which meant the company felt obligated to take advantage in whatever way they saw fit.

More buzzing. Even louder. I was amazed the speaker on her phone wasn't breaking from screaming. It almost sounded like a speakerphone.

"Well actually this is more important than that phone call," she said. "You see my fiancé surprised me with a trip to Hawaii and I'm going to need some time off…"

Angry buzzing.

"Starting now actually, and going for a…" She cupped a hand over the receiver and looked at me. "How long is it going to be?"

I smiled. "Right now the reservation is for a week, but I didn't exactly book a flight back in. We could be there for as long as we want."

"Yeah I'm going to need at least a week off, maybe more," she said.

This time the buzzing was so loud that she had to pull the phone away from her ear. I couldn't help but enjoy the show. I knew how much she hated her supervisor. I knew how much of his own work had been foisted off on her. He'd even thrown her under the bus a couple of times when he'd told her to tell a customer there was no way they were going to honor a request and then decided to change his mind later when the customer went over their heads. He was a grade A asshole, that was for sure.

"Yeah, I was afraid you were going to say that Mr. Thompson," she said. "No, I totally see it your way. I understand why you can't just give me the time off, so I quit."

I arched an eyebrow. This time there wasn't any angry buzzing from the other side of the phone. It just silence. And then a couple of words. At least what sounded like a couple of words. I couldn't make out what he was saying anymore since there was no shouting or buzzing. Apparently she'd gotten his attention.

"Yeah, I quit," she said. "No, you can't talk me out of it."

Another pause. More talking from the other end of the phone. Definitely no screaming this time. I wanted to dance with glee. I hadn't had the satisfaction of quitting a job I hated when I came into my money, but getting to live vicariously through my fiancée, getting to watch her do exactly that because of the money was so fucking delightful.

"Well I'm sorry Mr. Thompson," she said. "I really am. I understand this puts you in a difficult position with your manager, but you wouldn't have been put into this position in the first place if you'd just done your work instead of pushing it off on me all the time and going off to the golf course…"

Some of the angry buzzing returned.

"Well I'm sorry you feel that way Mr. Thompson, but I quit. You're just going to have to explain that to your managers, and explain why none of that work is going to get done now. Maybe if you come in and work extra you'll be able to handle all that stuff you put off. You'll just have to avoid your golf game for a little while!"

The phone started vibrating again with the sheer power of his angry shouting. Lindsay pulled away and fell into a fit of giggles. I couldn't help but smile and leaned in to kiss her. The vibrating continued for a minute or so and then calmed down. Lindsay put it back up to her ear. I arched an eyebrow. I wondered why she was continuing with this conversation, but I'd let her play it out. I had a feeling she was having some fun after all the crap he'd given her.

She put her hand over the mouthpiece. "He always blows up like that and then comes back saying how sorry he is. I want to see what he's going to do now."

Then she was back to paying attention to the phone for a minute. More talking from her boss.

"No, that amount of money won't get me to come back." A pause. "That won't either. Yes, even if you give me half a week's vacation. I told you I need a week and maybe more."

I wondered if she was actually going to go along with this. I wondered if she was playing hardball and trying to negotiate her way back. She looked to me and winked and I realized she was still stringing him along for fun.

"No, not even if you give me two weeks and double my current salary along with a promotion."

She looked over to me. "How much money did you say you had deposited into your account this week?"

"About a million dollars," I said with a shrug. "Looks like I'm going to get even more than that this month."

She turned back to her phone. "Well the trouble is my fiancé has sort of become a multimillionaire in the last day or so and so I don't need your job or your abuse. So the one thing in this world that would be way more satisfying than any amount of money you offer me would be telling you to go fuck yourself and leaving you to hang by the rope you've been measuring for yourself ever since I started."

Then she finally hit the end button just as her phone started vibrating again. She took a deep breath and grinned at me.

"That felt fucking amazing!"

"It felt fucking amazing watching you do it!"

I put my arm around her and pulled her into a deep kiss. And for the moment it was just the two of us. Two young people in love. Well, two young people in love and my cock stirring against my fiancée's gorgeous body. I couldn't help myself.

I pulled away and smiled at her.

"Do you need to go back and get anything from your desk?" I asked.

She waved a dismissive hand. "Fuck no. I didn't keep any of my own stuff there. That would be too depressing to think of that place as a permanent gig."

At that moment her phone started buzzing again. She looked down and smiled.

"Texts from the asshole?" I asked.

"No, texts from people I work with. They're all telling me about how crazy he's going. They just had security escort him off the floor because he stormed out of his office and started screaming at everyone. They want to know what the real story is!"

So we walked off to my brand-new sports car while she texted some of her friends from work and kept them updated on the new scenario in our lives that allowed us to piss her boss off to the point that security had to escort him off the premises.