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  HUMAN INTEREST 2

  A Wife-Sharing Exposé

  By Arnica Butler

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  Copyright 2016 by Arnica Butler

  All rights reserved. No duplicating and no resale, but

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  Published by Thirteenth Line Publications

  This book is a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those that are clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, companies, organizations, events, or products, is purely coincidental.

  All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.

  Cover characters are models. Image(s) is/are licensed from:

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  Published by Thirteenth Line Publications

  Other Novels by Arnica Butler:

  Human Interest 1: A Lead-In To Wife-Watching

  Ela's Performance: A Romantic Wife-Watching Novel

  A Well-Laid Trap 1

  A Well-Laid Trap 2

  The Hobby Job

  Not Black And White: A Hotwife Novel

  A Gamble: The Making Of A Hotwife

  The Tenant: A Very Naughty Hotwife Novel

  The Hotwife Summer

  A Dark Place: Cuckolded in Lagos

  The Hotwife Tattoo

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  1: Home Late

  2: The Other Plan

  3: Further In-Depth

  4 In-Depth Coverage

  5: Signs Of Conflict

  6: The Suggestion

  7: Embedded

  8: Too Involved

  9: Execution

  10: The Letter

  11: Variables

  12: Accusations

  13: Investigation

  14: Opportunism

  15: Hardball

  16: I've Been Very Naughty

  17: The Reveal

  18: Confessions

  19: Rogue Element

  20: Fabulous News

  21: More Blackmail

  22: Fifty Now

  23: More Good Luck

  24: The Setup

  25: Ready

  26: Shangri-La

  27: Finale

  Epilogue

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  H OME LATE

  “You're home awfully late,” Josh said.

  He was seated, theatrically, in a chair in the living room. A glass of whiskey on the side table. He had hoped to cross his legs but with the bursting erection he had, it was impossible. It was cliched, and he knew it: a man waiting for a cheating wife, seated in the solitary light of a single lamp.

  Rachel surveyed the scene, and her guilt was evident immediately: her face was flushed as though she had run home. Josh could almost see her pulse quicken beneath her skin. He knew his theatrics had set her blood to rushing through her, dumping adrenaline into her system.

  So much the better.

  “Tell me about it then,” he said.

  This was their arrangement: she could have sex with her ebony-skinned cameraman, but she had to tell him what she had done. And there was an implicit arrangement, built on their first time: she would do this while he did something – physical – to her.

  The thought seemed to turn to a liquid fuel, dumped into his system: his cock throbbed and his arteries itched with pressure. The air became tinny, hummed. Flashes erupted in his mind, of all the dirty things he could do to his wife, all the ways that he could pry her open and view the aftermath of her terrible deeds while he forced her to confess them. He could feel the precum boiling from his cock.

  He swirled his finger around the rim of the glass instead of moving. He let Rachel squirm.

  He had his own secret. He could feel how it empowered him. It was raging inside of him, like nothing he had ever felt before.

  “What did you do, Rachel?” he said.

  He hoped his voice did not somehow betray him, or the things he had done. To his own ears, it sounded commanding, exactly as he wanted it to.

  He watched Rachel's face.

  His wife, though, was not a rabbit or a deer, who would prick up her ears at a sign of danger or oddity. It wasn't as if Rachel could possibly sniff out the truths that Josh was hiding: that he had snuck in to her office to watch her fuck another man; that he had filmed it; that he had done so with a wild and terrible plan in mind.

  She could not know that Josh did not need what she was about to tell him. He had already seen with his own two eyes the lewd and filthy things she had let Xavier do to her. He was waiting here in the living room only for something he wanted.

  She bit her lip. She was hesitant.

  As she should be, Josh thought. He shivered with excitement. How would Rachel, the darling of KRTV, revered for her innocently blond hair and her doe-like brown eyes, and her cutesy-cutesiness – how would Rachel Elliot tell her husband that she had just let a man fuck her throat against the wall of her place of work?

  Josh's entire body jerked a little as the memory what he had seen snapped through his mind: the robust bulge of Xavier's cock, pressing against the flesh of his wife's throat, moving up and down her neck like an animal trapped beneath her skin.

  Rachel opened her mouth, but seemed unable to make a sound.

  “I know you were with him, Rachel. I can tell.”

  “I was,” she said.

  Good girl, Josh thought. Now how good would she be? How true to their arrangement? How detailed would her recounting of her adventures be?

  Josh had already jerked off in the car, watching the video alone in an empty park. Unlike the first time his wife had slept with Xavier and told him about it as he swept his tongue over her creaming pussy, he was determined to get to the end of the story. Determined to make Rachel tell every last sordid detail of her time with Xavier. He intended to make her tell him how his cock tasted, what it felt like to have a man's cock rutting deep into her throat, nearly to her collarbone, how his fingers had felt in her ass, and if they had crushed the tender wall between her ass and her cunt and his cock and fingers had rubbed hard together...

  He stood up and moved toward her. She dropped the small purse in her hand and her mouth opened further. Her dark eyes seemed to be wet, but it was only the excitement or fear that swam within them. Josh slid his hand along her neck and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. Not more than two hours ago he had seen her same mouth wrapped around Xavier's black meat, stretched to bloodless white by the girth of him. When Xavier had pulled his cock from her throat her lips has turned cherry-red with the sudden pulse of circulation, and glistened with her sticky, mucous-thickened saliva.

  Josh moved his hand down her throat, to the soft dent above her ribcage. Her heartbeat fluttered beneath his fingertips.

  Overcome by his fevered lust, Josh jerked his hand down, and the button of her blouse popped away. He heard Rachel's breath as she sucked it in. He pulled again, popping away the next button, and then the next, until the fabric burst apart and her ivory skin, cupped by delicate lace, was exposed to him.

  Josh returned his fingertips to her chest. “Where did you go this time?” he asked, as though the question were casual and one he did not know the answer to.

  “We...the station,” she said. Her voice was hoarse.

  Josh raised his eyebrows. “That's very naughty, Rachel,” he said. Privately
he was unsure if he was pleased or dismayed that she had told him the truth.

  He pulled on the material of her bra with both hands, one on each breast. Her full tits popped over the fabric, and he left them there, exposed and protruding. He squeezed her nipples, pleased to find them already hard as rocks. Rachel's throat warbled with a half-moan.

  “And how did it start?”

  He savored the blush that crept across her already flushed face, staining her cheeks crimson-red. And no wonder, since she had barely made Xavier work at all before she slid down the wall and opened her mouth for his cock.

  “Rachel?” Josh said to her silence. He slid the blouse from her shoulders. It was a silken material that slid easily along her skin, and then hung about her arms. She didn't remove it. Her body, like her mouth, seemed to be frozen by her reluctance.

  These were strange waters, he knew. For both of them.

  “You promised to tell me everything,” he said.

  It was not necessarily true, he realized. He had asked her to, and she had done it, but they had not hashed out their arrangement much at all. They seemed to both be taking this “rule” as gospel, though. He felt Rachel stiffen beneath his fingers, as though steeling herself for what she was going to say.

  Would she tell him the truth? Or would she lie? Would she omit something, some filthy thing she had done? The anticipation of her mental loyalty was almost as beautiful as waiting for her physical betrayal.

  Then watching it. The images he had seen, and then re-watched on his video (not a very good video, he had to admit) were seared into his mind.

  He made more circles over her skin, spiraling inward on her breasts to her nipples. He longed to take them into his mouth, but he wanted her to start her talking first.

  Her eyes were strange. Distant. Her lips moved but she made no sound.

  “What did you do first?” Josh coaxed. “Did he kiss you here?” Josh lowered his head, and kissed her collarbone. Rachel responded with a wave of bumpy skin and a quick, almost frantic shake of the head.

  She began to fall to her knees. Josh let her, still hoping he could get her to talk, but relinquishing himself to the idea that perhaps she would just show him. He followed her as she moved down his body, and then looked up at him.

  “It started like this,” she said. Enthusiasm seemed to have clicked inside of her, because now that she was on her knees, pantomiming the beginnings of her wild romp with Xavier, her eyes lit up and her mouth turned at the corners with a smile of seduction.

  “He took his cock out,” she said.

  Josh unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. At the station, he had been crouching next to a stairway door, perched precariously and uncomfortably, straining to see the details of this interaction in the hallway. He had watched for a few minutes before he had the sense to zoom in the camera. So this part he really hadn't seen in detail.

  “I want details,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Remember that.” He pushed his boxers down and his cock sprang loose, hard and dripping.

  Rachel opened her mouth, and contorted her body to be beneath him. His cock hovered over her waiting mouth. But she didn't take him inside of her. She came close, her breath hot on the underside of his shaft. His cock bobbed lightly with his excitement. Her eyes fluttered open and met hers.

  Filled, he noted, with a very particular brand of mischief. Sexy, sexy as hell, but foreign. The strangeness of it might have disturbed him, if he hadn't been oozing precum from the tip of his cock and aching with the desire to feel her lips on his shaft.

  “First I licked him,” she breathed, and moved her lips and her hot breath along his shaft, closer to his glans. He felt his cock pulse, straining against his own flesh. A bead of precum squeezed from his head. Rachel dropped her gaze to look at it.

  “And then I went in for more,” she said, and extended her tongue to sweep up the pearly drop. Just the very tip of her tongue swept over his hole, tantalizing and nothing more. She retracted her tongue and drew his cum inside her mouth before she continued: “But he wouldn't let me. He took his cock,” and she moved her own hand, which she had held to floor until now, sitting like a cat, and placed it on Josh's shaft, “and slapped it against my tongue.”

  This was a detail Josh had been able only to guess at, not to see clearly. His memory of the scene he had strained to see mingled now with her description, and his mind filled with the image as though he had actually watched it from where he was now: Xavier's meaty slab, slapping against Rachel's extended and willing tongue. Xavier's precum splattering into her open mouth with each smack.

  He shuddered.

  But Rachel did not demonstrate what Xavier had done, she only continued to tease him, her mouth lingering close to his shaft and never quite touching as she continued:

  “And...then...he..filled...me...up.” Her mouth had traveled back down to the base of his shaft. Her breath was on his balls, and her chin touched his sack as she closed her mouth to make the final “p” in “up.”

  Her tongue was hot and wet when he felt it, right at the base on the underside of his cock. A place rarely touched this way. The sensation made him squirm. She drew her tongue along his shaft, going back toward his head. Slowly. So slowly it was painful.

  Josh watched more precum gush from his own cock.

  “Was it...” he lost his train of thought temporarily as Rachel neared his glans and paid special attention to the ridge of his head. “Was it...did it fill your mouth?”

  Rachel looked up at him. “His cock was so big,” she said. “It stretched my whole mouth open.”

  He had seen this. By this time he had had the sense to zoom in, to get a good view of her mouth being pushed open by unrealistically thick meat of Xavier's cock.

  Josh had a sudden compulsion to know if his wife was as wet as he was hard, if this story-telling was turning her on as much as it was him. His fingers itched to feel inside of her, to sink in to her pussy and feel for himself the sloshiness he wanted.

  Of course, it could be what was leftover inside of her. A man like Xavier, with a cock and such huge balls, surely had filled her full.

  He sucked in his breath and willed his thoughts to something else. He didn't want to come right now, right on her face -

  this thought, also, threatened to toss him over the edge -

  -before he heard from her own filthy mouth the details of Xavier's cock filling her throat.

  She placed her lips around the head of his cock, and he had to groan and look at the ceiling to submerge the wave that threatened to spill over.

  He reached down, and grasped her hair. He felt her head tip forward, to move down his shaft, and he was tempted to follow her momentum. Get her heat all around him and then feel his own liquid burst in her mouth.

  But no. He forced his hand to pull her away from him, and lifted her up.

  When she was in front of him and standing, she gave him a cocky smile. Adrenaline surged through him, and he ripped at the buttons of her skirt, pushing it down until she could step out of it. He didn't wait for her to do so, though, before spinning her around violently and pushing her over the armrest of the couch.

  She let herself fall, and turned her cheek against the cushion. She had a smile on her lips.

  Josh tore her panties down to her knees. He fell to his own knees and pushed her asscheeks apart.

  His eyes fell on her asshole first. Though Xavier had plunged his fingers into her, it had returned to a tiny, puckered pink hole. As though nothing had been there.

  What would it look like if he plunged that oversized cock inside of her?

  Josh doubled over to keep himself from erupting there on the floor behind his wife as he imagined the size of the gaping hole Xavier would leave if he pummeled himself into her.

  There was no thinking about what was wrong with him. About why he would want to see something so obscene. Not anymore. He could actually feel the liberation his obsession was giving him, as strange as it may sound.

 
His eyes moved on to the place where he knew Rachel would not look pristine and virgin. Sure enough, her pussy was red and engorged.

  And wet. The fat outer lips glistened, and the abused inner petals protruded, shining with her excitement, or Xavier's cum, or a sweet mixture of both. Josh thought he could smell her usual nectary scent, and something muskier. Perhaps it was his imagination. Hours had gone by. Surely whatever he had dumped inside of her had drained into her panties, or down her leg...

  He slipped a finger inside of her, and she barely responded to the touch. She was so wet, and so stretched out, that she probably barely knew he was there. He was tempted, sorely tempted, to slide her sticky wetness, her filthy sloshing cunt juice, up to her asshole and make a circle there with his finger. Watch her squirm. But he resisted the urge.

  Instead, he flicked at her clit with his finger, and was pleased when her body hardened and more of her sweet liquid oozed from inside of her. “Tell me about sucking his cock” he said, stroking her lightly with his finger.

  She was breathing rapidly now, and he knew that she was rising, like him, toward an incredible orgasm. Josh knew it was not the touch of his fingers that was dragging her there, but the thought of Xavier. Telling him about what she had done.

  “I let him push his cock inside my mouth,” she panted. Josh slid two fingers inside of her, to feel her pulsing cunt. Unsatisfied, he added another, then another. Her cunt was so wet that he slid inside of her easily. Almost in disbelief at himself, he went for it: he added his thumb. He watched his hand slide inside of her, and spread her open. Her legs parted for him, and she pushed back against his hand.

  Did he dare to ball his hand into a fist?

  He dismissed the thought. “Keep talking,” he said. Letting her writhe, skewered on his hand. “How big was it?”

  “I had to stretch my mouth open. It was the biggest cock I’ve ever had in my mouth.” She began to talk rapidly now, and push her body against his hand, rocking as though he were fucking her. Josh watched her pussy squelch around his wrist, and felt it squeezing him tighter and tighter. His cock flopped in his lap, yearning to be encased in her silky cunt. “I let him put it all the way inside of me, all the way down my throat, until I couldn't breathe, I've never...done....anything like that...” she was confessing.