The Hotwife Strikes Back!

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  Table of Contents

  A Hotwife's Revenge! Part 2: The Hotwife Strikes Back!

  Also by Raven Merlot: Cuckolded in Couples Counseling 2: With My Husband's Brother

  Also by Raven Merlot: My Husband My Cuckold

  About Raven Merlot

  A Hotwife's Revenge!

  Part 2: The Hotwife Strikes Back!

  By Raven Merlot

  Chapter 1

  Julie

  I felt Wade's eyes on me, following every movement, every moan, every sigh when the man underneath me hit a particularly sensitive spot. Even though I didn't take my eyes off him and knew he was watching, he glared with such an intensity that I could feel it on my skin, in my bones, and in my core. He watched my chest as it rose and fell with every unsteady breath I took. My breaths were ragged and loud. It filled the honeymoon suite like an orchestra in an auditorium.

  Kai's hands were on my hips as I rode him, digging into my soft flesh. The stranger I approached at the airport groaned animalistically underneath me, his olive skin glistening with sweat. He had made me cum twice already. Both times I kept my eyes on Wade's. Both times I watched his knuckles turn white as he gripped the armrest of the chair. I had positioned it at the perfect angle so Wade could see every single thing that happened. The thrill having him watch was unexpected. Kai wasn't nearly as good as Wade in bed, but seeing Wade watch me with those stone cold eyes sent me over the edge every time. I was well on my way to the third.

  Wade kept the expression of furious detachment when I sped up my pace. Kai's dick swelled inside me. He was just as close as I was. I leaned back a bit, adjusting the angle of him and I was surprised by my own moan. He hit my sweet spot and I combusted, yelling unintelligible curses as I clenched around Kai's shaft. The only sign that Wade was affected by the show was his slight gulp. It satisfied me more than it should have. His reaction when I told him what I wanted was completely different to the expression he wore now. He was furious when I commanded him to sit in the chair, when Kai smirked at him as he ate me out and made me moan his name. I knew he was angry because he sat down calmly and didn't say a word. Didn’t fight. Didn’t move. Wade only does that when he’s too angry for any words or actions to convey his emotions properly. It scared the shit out of me then. An image of Wade tearing out Kai's black locks quickly brought me down from my first orgasm. His expression softened into something else after that. With every fuck, Wade adjusted himself in his seat and his eyes grew dark. Sad. Wade had gone from angry to sad, and it made me furious. He had no right to be sad. HE had no RIGHT to feel hurt. Karma was a bitch. And I was the one driving that bus right now.

  I panted when I came down but still moved my hips. All three of us knew what I was doing. I wanted Kai to finish inside me and I wanted Wade to watch as another man claimed me as he had done to other women. I wasn't sure I wanted to know how many.

  Wade turned his head away when Kai growled and gripped my hips harder, his nails dug in hard enough to draw blood. I felt Kai cum inside me. "Watch!" I demanded and Wade’s eyes shot to mine, glaring. "Look at me while I ride another man! While he claims my body. Feels like fucking shit, doesn't it?"

  Wade didn't reply. I didn't expect him to. We both knew the answer.

  When Kai's body went slack beneath me, I slowed my rhythm until I sat still. We both panted.

  No one said a word while Kai got dressed. I lay spread eagled on the bed, watching him go and biting my lip. He had kissed me deeply and scowled at Wade before he shut the door behind him. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed sleeping with another man. Wade was my first and I had believed he would be my last. I knew now I didn't want that to be the case. Even though I was sure Wade was the only one who could make me scream, I knew that there was a lot more fun to be had with other men if I just knew where to look.

  "Where are you going?" I inquired, peering at him with one eye closed.

  "Sleeping on the couch."

  "Oh, no, you're not." I sat up. "You're sleeping in the bed with me. You're going to sleep next to me every night knowing I fucked someone in it."

  "I never brought anyone to our house, never mind our bed!" I didn't wait to reply to his outburst.

  "Maybe not, but you stuck your dick in other women then had me fuck you!" It was childish of me to jump to my feet, yank the covers down, and bury myself between the soft sheets. I turned into a fetal position away from him, covering myself up to my chin.

  "That's not the same." His voice was barely audible. He was relenting.

  I was surprised when I realized I wanted to stop arguing and just feel him next to me. I wanted to smell him and know he was there. I hated it. I hated that I would always be Wade's and he would always be mine. No matter how many other people we slept with, we were still each other's people. But most of all I hated that I still loved him with every fiber of my being and I was dead certain that was never going to change. "Maybe not, but you are still my husband and you will sleep next to me."

  "I don't like being bossed around," he mumbled but still blew the candles out and got into bed.

  "You'll learn to accept it."

  "I've never seen you this angry," Wade said softly from behind me. He was staring at the ceiling. I knew his hand was over his bare stomach. It was his thinking position. "It's like a part of you is missing and I don't know how to fix it."

  "That's because you destroyed that part of me, Wade, and nothing can ever bring it back to life."

  Chapter 2

  Wade

  I lay awake staring out the window at a clear, blue Hawaiian morning. It looked just like the pictures had promised, but the brochures left out a cold truth. It had said the sunrise could wash away every sorrow and heal every ache; it lied. God, did it lie.

  Julie slept peacefully next to me. I didn't know how she could sleep after last night. Then again I was rarely kept out of sleep by my indiscretions. I was awake all night, listening to her soft breathes. The image of her on that guy was etched in my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I saw them. Julie moaning and panting as she came. It was the worst thing she could have done. I would have left the moment she told me, but I didn't. I wasn't sure if it was for the money or something else, but I stayed. And I endured.

  "Wade." Her moans were soft as woke. I loved the sound of my name on her lips. Or at least I used to. Now I was horrified of what she would say when the realization struck her of what our situation was. When she fully woke up, she would go back to hating me and I couldn't let that happen. Not just yet.

  "Shh," I cooed, snuggling closer to her and kissing her neck softly. "I'm here. Go back to sleep."

  "I'm already awake," Julie said groggily but didn't push me away. So I wrapped an arm around her and buried my nose in her hair. She smelled amazing. Like lilies and vanilla. "That better be your knee you're pressing into my back."

  My smile was inevitable. "What if it's something else?"

  "Then put it away. I still hate you."

  I sighed. There it was. "So what now? I don't get to fuck you anymore? My own wife?"

  "Remember it was this very wife you cheated on and married to inherit money."

  "Fair enough." My mind scrambled for something else to say to keep her in bed and in my arms.

  "Wa
de?"

  "Yes?"

  "How long?"

  "How long what?"

  "How long have you been seeing that whore?"

  I sighed. "A year."

  "A year," she repeated. “We moved in together thirteen months, three weeks, and two days ago.” The hurt in her voice was audible. It was strange to me that I felt bad. I had never felt bad about it before. It was just something natural men did to me. My father cheated on my mom, my brother on his girlfriend. My mother knew, I suspected, but never told a soul. Never even asked my father to stop. Guess that was one of the prices you had to pay to marry for money like she did.

  "And before that?"

  "Julie-" I started, but she cut me off.

  "Never mind. I don't want to know."

  Hesitantly, I asked, "What do you want?"

  "I want to take a shower, get into my bathing suit, and fry the image of you and that woman out of my head by sunbathing until I'm the shade of dark chocolate."

  "And what am I supposed to do?" I hated how uncertain I sounded. She was slowly stripping away who I was and her reign of torture had just begun.

  "Rub oil on your wife's back," Julie said and sat up. "We're the happy couple, aren't we? We need to keep up appearances."

  Chapter 3

  Julie

  After a day at the beach, laughing as Wade tried to surf and slurping delicious tropical drinks with little umbrellas in them, it was a welcome comfort to be back in our suite. Wade rummaged in the kitchen. I didn't quite care what he was doing. My skin was hot and prickly, and the heat had made me feel sleepy. I knew for a fact I didn't get a sunburn, but damn, I was going to look like a Greek goddess if I continued in the sun like today.

  I had fallen face first into the bed, grunting when my body hit the soft mattress. My limbs ached.

  I felt the mattress dip and I knew from his scent alone that Wade was the culprit. I couldn't deal with angry. It was such a good day. I almost managed to forget that burning, empty pit of darkness in my stomach.

  "I really need you, Julie," he said with a rasp in his voice. "You're giving me fucking blue balls."

  I surprised us both when I spoke. "I need you, too." I turned onto my back and he was on top of me, pinning my hands above my head and kissing me like I was an oasis and he had been lost in a desert. Wade invaded my mouth, forcing his tongue into it and sucking on my lower lip.

  Wade broke the kiss long enough to undo the laces of my bikini and soon enough I was stark naked beneath him. He grinned like a cat trapping a canary. He had barely touched me and my innards were liquefied. Wade reclaimed my mouth, tangling our tongues in a passionate tango.

  "Will you let me show you how sorry I am?" he asked between kisses. I nodded, not wanting to break the kiss and lose contact with him. I needed him more than anything.

  Wade re-positioned us, sliding off the bed and onto the floor, dragging my lower body with him until my legs were dangling over the side of the mattress. He slipped off the bed and I spied him kneeling by my legs. I knew what came next. Wade was able to do magical things with his tongue. I writhed in anticipation. Wade put a hand on my pelvis, pushing me down into the mattress and keeping me still. Just like that, he slipped into control. But I didn't mind. I craved it like ice cream on a summer's day.

  Wade sucked on his lower lip as he gazed at me, his eyes hungry. He slid a finger into me without warning and I gasped.

  "Shh," he cooed, adding another finger. I threw my head back and moaned. "Look at me, Julie." He repeated my own words from the previous night. "I want you to watch me as I make you cum. I want you to see who the only person is who can make you feel like this." His eyes turned from hungry to famished. He added a third finger. I mewled. "No matter how many guys you fuck, they will never make you feel this good. This I can promise you." Wade lowered his lips to my thighs and grazed his teeth along my skin.

  "I'm going to feast on that pussy of yours and you will forget another man ever touched you." With that, his tongue darted out, licking and sucking and nibbling, mimicking exactly what he was going to do to me.

  I watched engrossed as he hooked his arms around my thighs and spread me wide, locking my legs in place.

  I sat up onto my elbows, gripping the sheets. Wade smiled impishly at me, spreading my legs as wide as they would go. I watched engrossed as he dropped his head, and all I could do was hold my breath as his tongue darted out to take its first taste. The contact felt electric as Wade launched a full-on assault, making sure I saw every circle and every thrust. Pink flesh meeting pink flesh, both glistening with my arousal.

  "Wade." I moaned his name, my voice breaking as his tongue entered my soaked snatch.

  I hated how much I needed him. I hated that no other man could compare to him. His touch, his mouth, his cock.

  "Wade, please," I cried out as he brushed his tongue over the entire length of my slit. I shuddered and bit my lip. He halted when I closed my eyes and I nearly whined. I nearly begged.

  "Fucking watch me, Jules," he commanded, and every muscle in my body responded. I opened my eyes and when he was satisfied with where my eyes lingered, he went on.

  Wade was playing a cruel game with me. A cruel, delicious game. He built me up until I was at the peak then left me hanging over the edge, never truly falling over it. My lower body tightened every time and he only continued his assault when he was certain I was relaxed. I couldn't take any more.

  "Please, Wade," I begged, the needy tone of my voice making me cringe.

  "Please what?"

  "Please make me cum."

  And he did. His tongue darted out again, and with his fingers prodded my pussy until I screamed his name. Until I was flying high over the earth with nothing beneath me. I heard a foil packet as I came down and in an instant he was inside me. He lifted my hips with his hand and rammed into me again and again. He had never fucked me so roughly before. So untamed and needy. Wanting. It was like lust had overtaken him completely and it was all he was. It sent me over the edge again faster than I thought possible and he soon followed. His growl was inhuman and he thrust into me one last time, burying himself deep inside of me.

  In that moment, I didn't want anyone else in my life. I didn't want anyone to make me feel pleasure. I was willing to give up these childish vengeance theatrics and move on. I was willing to forgive what he had done. I don’t know how much of that was fueled by the afterglow, but I knew at the core of who I was, that was a truth now. I snuggled into him and Wade wrapped me in his arms after he disposed of the condom and we laid in complete silence.

  When he spoke, my blood chilled. "Eleven."

  "What?"

  "There were eleven women while we were together."

  And suddenly I wanted nothing more than to fuck the whole island and watch him combust.

  Chapter 4

  Wade

  No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t drag my eyes away from Julie as she writhed and twisted and gasped as yet another man took her. I tried to look at a section of wall just above her head, but her eyes kept pulling mine back to her. There was a cold fury in her eyes that wasn’t there the first night when she was with that other bastard. I’m sure it was on purpose. Tonight it was a brunette guy.

  I tried to think where that new anger came from. Things should have been better now. We fixed things that second night when I made perfectly clear how much I loved her. Hell, I even confessed how many women I was with. I thought she’d appreciate me being honest with her.

  The man inside Jules moaned, and I cringed. I know he just came. I wanted to punch him so hard my fist hurt.

  “Don’t even think about it.” Jules glared at me while she opened the door for her guest. She couldn’t give a damn about the man she just fucked. I watched silently as she got into her nightgown and climbed into bed, and I waited a while before I did the same. I put an arm around her waist, trying to pull her a little closer. She hesitated for a heartbeat before she pushed my arm away and turned her back on me. This
happened every night, and I think this hurt even more than everything else. At least we were going home tomorrow, and all this would be over.

  I couldn’t sleep. Again. I tried for hours before I gave up and went outside to watch the stars. My mind kept going back to the last week. Specifically the nights. How could she do that to me? I loved her, always have, and she was happy. Why should a couple of nights of fun on the side make her this mad? I couldn’t help but wonder if she was really doing this out of revenge at all anymore. My blood began to boil, and not in a good way. What if she was enjoying… I didn’t let myself finish that thought. I stepped off the little patio onto sand and punched the nearest palm tree. Hard. It hurt. Fuck, it hurt so much, but it felt good to let the anger out. I punched the tree again. And again.

  I was sure my knuckles were bruised and maybe even bleeding a little by the time I was done and ready to go back to bed. I wanted to wrap my wound, but I changed my mind. I wanted Jules to see my hand. I wanted her to see what she was doing to me. At least I could get a little payback. She was probably laughing at me behind my back all the time. But maybe seeing my pain would give her some pause. The thought made me smile a little as I went back inside. I climbed back in bed as quietly as I could and was about to close my eyes and sleep when I saw Jules’ body shaking. So she really was laughing at me. I pushed myself onto my elbow leaned over her so I could look her in the eyes when I told her every bad thing I could think of. But my boiling blood froze when I saw her face. She wasn’t glaring at me evilly with a mean smile on her lips like I expected. Her eyes were scrunched closed tightly and her lips were trembling. Her face was streaked with slightly darker lines and her hair and entire pillow was wet.

  Julie, my dear, sweet, precious Julie, was crying.