Chapter 1
The sound of kids running around and laughing wakes me up.
I blink at the harsh light filtering through the air vent on the roof of our tent.
It’s already stifling in here, and the day has barely begun.
I’m so not the camping type, and this isn’t my preferred way to wake up.
Give me a big soft bed in a fancy hotel with a spa to pamper me, please.
Why did I come on this trip again? I smirk when my pussy buzzes. Oh, yeah, my wonderful husband claims he has plans and this will be fun. Ms. Kitty believes him, so it better be worth it.
Recently I found a bunch of slutty hotwife porn in my husband’s browser history, and he admitted he gets off on the idea of me fucking other guys.
Even though Lucas is worth never having another guy’s cock inside of me, I have always wrestled with the idea of monogamy.
I’d never cheat on him, but before we said “I do,” I gave deep thought to our marriage vows.
I didn’t think I’d ever meet someone who could rein in my slutty side or be able to satisfy my high sex drive, but I found the perfect guy for me.
My marriage is pretty awesome.
And finding out my husband was masturbating while imagining me with other guys? That was fucking hot.
After he admitted to his filthy desires, we banged like rabbits on every surface in the house for days while I kept a running fantasy in my head. I kept thinking I was fucking different guys while Lucas watched.
Yeah, that was a wonderful week.
Eventually, we had a heart-to-heart chat about what he really wanted.
He asked if I would consider being a hotwife.
Ms. Kitty started fluttering and tingling, like she was getting ready to train for a marathon of cocks, but my brain was more cautious than my slutty pussy.
I told Lucas I’d consider it, but I wanted to take it slow.
Which, I guess, is why we’re here. He’s got something planned, but I don’t know about this.
I don’t need to be a hotwife. What if it ruins our marriage?
Sure, the idea sounds amazing, but how good can it really be?
It’s not like Lucas sucks in bed. I’m incredibly satisfied.
He knows exactly what I like, and there’s none of that awkward first-date-sex bullshit.
Where is Lucas anyway?
I sit up and stretch. My sleeping bag falls, exposing my naked breasts to the warm air.
There is one positive about camping: it puts Lucas in a kinky mood.
We zipped our sleeping bags together last night, and he fucked me so thoroughly he had to put his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. I woke up wet, and thinking about how hard I came makes me want to find Lucas and ride him before I shower.
We’ll get nice and dirty before we get clean.
The sound of the zipper on the tent flap breaks through my slutty daydream, and I pull the edge of the sleeping bag up to cover my breasts out of caution.
When the door opens, the familiar sight of my hubby makes me let go of the edge of the bedding so he can get an eyeful.
I only have to flash my boobs at him, and he’s putty in my hands.
Hey, wait. His hair is wet, and he’s carrying a towel. Well shit, there goes my plan. He’s already showered.
He blows me a kiss. “Good morning, baby. I think it’s safe for you to hit the showers. Most of the kids and parents left. I only saw a bunch of guys.”
His words and a lusty twinkle in his eyes perks Ms. Kitty up. Um… he’s not thinking I’m going to do anything with another guy, is he?
I keep my voice light and teasing. “Since there are separate bathrooms for the men and the women, I doubt I’ll be showering with a bunch of guys.”
Mmm. I don’t hate the idea. All those soapy hands running up and down my body, making sure they get every crack and cranny clean? Okay, focus Jessica. Your life isn’t one of the reverse harem books you write.
My stomach hardens at the thought of the latest story I’m writing, and I try to push aside my concern. I’ve got a half-edited draft waiting for me at home, but Lucas and I need this break. My book and my readers will have to be patient.
It’s actually amazing to me. People wait for my books.
A couple of years ago, I got brave and published a vampire reverse harem series, and it took off.
It’s still difficult to wrap my head around the fact that people want to read the dirty stories that rattled around in my head all my life.
I’m making enough money writing that I hired my best friend, Miri, to work as my personal assistant.
Miri told me to enjoy a long weekend because there’s nothing that has to be done right this second.
So I went, and that’s what I’m going to do.
So, yeah… chill the fuck out, brain. We’re here to relax and fuck our sexy husband.
A low hum of desire rumbles through me as I watch Lucas put down his shower supplies. He’s tall enough he can’t stand up inside the tent, and he’s moving around in a crouch.
I definitely don’t have that problem. I like to claim I’m five feet, one inch tall, but that’s if I stretch my spine.
I’m really only five feet tall, but only me and my doctor know the truth.
Not that the one inch matters, but I was teased growing up for being so tiny, so I always lie about my height.
Spiked high heels give me a nice lift, and I enjoy being short.
I have fun pretending to be helpless when I can’t reach the top shelf in the kitchen.
Lucas has to come in and get things down for me, and then I always give him a proper reward.
Yeah, I’ve got sex on the brain this morning. I clearly need an orgasm. It’s got to be a rule for vacation, right? Orgasms every day!
Lucas keeps glancing at me, and I can tell his devious brain is churning over something. God, I hope it’s sexual. Starting the day relaxed after another orgasm is perfect.
Once he’s done puttering around, he lowers himself to the ground and crawls over me. He pushes me onto my back and gives me a deep kiss. Mmm, now this is more like it.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. My nipples harden as he coaxes my lips open and slides his tongue inside, twining it with mine. I try to grind against him, but the puffy sleeping bag is too thick. Dammit, this isn’t going to work.
With his hands on either side of my head, Lucas pulls away from the kiss and looks down at me, murmuring, “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I’m sure my long blonde hair is a mess, and I’ve got morning breath, but if he thinks I’m sexy, who am I to argue?
I smile at him and rub my legs together. “Why don’t you take your clothes off and we can continue where we left off last night?”
He brings a hand up to my breast and plays with the nipple, tweaking it gently and making me gasp. When he doesn’t immediately respond, I assume I’ve won. Hell yeah, Ms. Kitty is going to get another workout.
His eyes deepen with lust as he continues to pull on the stiff peak. “Oh, I’ve got a better idea.”
Pleasure shoots from my breast downwards and I moan. “Mmm, yes?”
My eyes drift closed as I enjoy the delicious sensations his nimble fingers create deep in my core. I’m down with whatever plan he’s cooked up, as long as he keeps his hands on me. He moves down to suck on the opposite nipple and the pleasure sets my mind adrift.
He mumbles around my tit. “Baby, I’ve got a challenge for you.”
What’s this? I crack my eyes open and run my fingers through his hair, tugging gently so he raises his head from my breast.
“Challenge? Whaddya mean?”
I’m still mentally fuzzy and not paying attention to anything but his hand on my other breast. I’m desperate to get his cock inside me, so I’ll do whatever he asks as long as we can fuck afterwards.
“It’s your first official hotwife challenge.”
I stop running my fingers through his hair and stare at him. “Official what?”
What is he talking about? What’s a hotwife challenge? We’ve only talked about dipping our toes into this area. I’m not sure I’m up for a challenge of any sort.
My body heats, and I grow even wetter when his lips twitch deviously. He says, “The shower rooms have a row of windows with blinds. I want you to open the blinds and leave the shower curtain open while you’re in there.”
That’s it? That’s the challenge? Easy enough. What are the chances someone is going to walk by?
I pretend to think about it. “Hmm.… What’s my reward for doing this?”
He laughs. “That depends on you. We’ll discuss the reward when you get back.”
I arch an eyebrow at him and give it one second of consideration. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
No problem. I can take a quick shower and when I choose my reward, I’ll tell him I want his cock.
I push him off of me and climb out of the sleeping bag, wiggling my naked ass in his direction as I dig through my duffle bag for clothes. It’s not far away, so I toss on some tiny jean shorts and a t-shirt before grabbing my shower supplies.
I wink at him as I leave. “See you soon for my reward!”
He laughs. “Have fun, baby.”
The park is quiet as I walk to the central bathrooms. I think he’s right. Most of the families are off on their day adventure. The women’s bathroom is deserted, and I put my stuff down on a wooden bench before opening the blinds in front of the shower stall.
Oh shit, people can see straight in here. Calm down. I mean, really, what are the chances? If it happens, which I doubt, it’ll most likely be a woman coming to take a shower, anyway.
As I take my clothes off, I peek outside the window and scan the park. My pussy clenches as I imagine a stranger walking past. It’s been years since anyone but Lucas or spa professionals have seen me naked.
This is more erotic than I expected.
The shower requires quarters if I want warm water. Since I don’t plan on being here long, I don’t need to give it many. As I step under the warm spray, a twinge of vulnerability makes me consider closing the curtain, but I brush it aside. No, this is the challenge, and I want Lucas’s cock.
I keep it open and quickly soap myself up while eyeing the window.
Every second that goes by without someone walking past turns me on even more.
I give my shaved pussy more attention than is necessary, slipping a finger between my folds to rub my clit.
Pings of bliss ripple through me and I bite back a moan. Why is this turning me on?
A thought stills my hand. Oh, holy fuck, I want a guy to see me naked.
My entire body lights up and I release my moan this time. I’m petite, blonde, and I have big breasts. I know I’m sexy, and the thought of someone other than my husband seeing me and possibly enjoying the view is so fucking hot.
Lucas might know me better than I know myself.
I lean against the shower wall and work my fingers on my clit.
I imagine Lucas sending a guy into the shower to fuck me, and my legs quiver as I race towards my orgasm.
Little gasps of pleasure escape my lips.
Just when I’m about to close my eyes and let the bliss overtake me, movement outside the window catches my attention.
A guy and a woman walk past, chatting. The woman doesn’t look this way, but the guy does. His eyes meet mine and I freeze with my hand between my legs. He gives me a wide smile. Before I can react, they walk out of view.
Ohhhh, my god.
I work my hand furiously against my clit, oblivious to anything but my pleasure. In moments, I’m on the edge. When my orgasm hits, it’s so hard I cry out. I buck my hips as waves of delight rush through me and my mind blanks.
I’m panting as I come down, and a sudden blast of cold water shocks me back to my senses.
Fuck!
I squeal and step out of the shower before feeding in another quarter so I can rinse off. I want to make sure Ms. Kitty is clean again.
My brain is mush from the intense orgasm, and I rush through drying off and stalk towards my tent and my husband. I don’t know what reward he’s going to offer me. I almost feel like I already got rewarded, but I’m curious to see what he says.
He’s sitting cross-legged on our bed, waiting for me with a shit-eating grin on his face.
A glance at his crotch reveals he’s hard.
I drop my stuff and launch myself at him.
He laughs and lies down so I’m on top of him as I ravish his mouth.
I grind against his hardness, and Ms. Kitty makes it abundantly clear she wants more than my fingers this time.
Between deep kisses, I ask my question. “So what’s my reward?”
He chuckles and pulls me down for another toe-curling kiss before answering. “You’ll see later.”
I fumble with his pants, desperate to get his cock out. His answer frustrates me, but also turns me on even more.
Yeah, this trip got a lot more interesting.