• Home
  • /
  • Stories Hub
  • /
  • NonConsent/Reluctance
  • /
  • My Hot Wife Katie Ch. 35

My Hot Wife Katie Ch. 35

1234

Katie's Unexpected Encounter

Katie Jackson sat on the edge of her bed with a towel wrapped around her hard torso. She stared at the calendar on her iPhone. She counted the days off in her head and then she did it over and over again until she tossed the phone to the floor. She was late. Her stomach dropped as she should have started her period over a week ago. It had been over 3 weeks since she last had sex with Tommy and left him naked under the bridge. She bent over and placed her head in her hands as she counted the days again.

She prayed that she wasn't pregnant. She didn't feel sick but she didn't feel sick when she was pregnant with her two children. Mrs. Jackson did feel different though. She felt unbelievably horny. Katie remembered when she was pregnant with her husband that her hormones wreaked havoc on her body almost immediately and caused her to have an increased desire for sex. But this was before she and Fred developed their relationship. She did her best to hide her desires from her husband as she was afraid he would have looked differently at her. She couldn't help but wonder if she would have acted on her desires that her life would have been different. Would she still be Vice-President at the Bank of America as she wouldn't have been distracted by her new found sexual freedoms? Phil never would have had the opportunity to enter their lives and she would be living happily her husband.

Even though she was depressed by what could have been; she told herself repeatedly that she couldn't live in the past and had to live for the future. Unfortunately the future may hold a baby that was fathered by a boy over half her age. She had taken a pregnancy test earlier in the week but it was negative; which again wasn't unusual since she always tested negative with the tests and it wasn't confirmed until she saw her doctor. She was occasionally late for her period but never this long.

With her hormones flooding her body she couldn't help but think about her time with Tommy. Even with the chance of being pregnant there was something wicked and erotic about getting fucked by him under the bridge. It was very animalistic and her body tingled at just the thought of sex. She knew she couldn't find him and tell him about her possible predicament. She was sure he was still upset about the way she had left him. He had become obsessed with her and his teenaged emotions couldn't handle just a sexual relationship. The hot wife should have known better. Her stomach fluttered at just the thought of his young body holding her down as he fucked her body.

It wasn't just the thought of sex; she craved the taste of cum. Her mouth salivated at the thought of sucking a cock at that very minute. The married woman should have been frightened at the prospect of being impregnated but her cravings only intensified as she felt her juices seeping from her wet cunt.

She walked into her closet as she needed to get dressed to drop her children off at Fred's. Her husband was returning from a trip to England on business. He had texted her and asked if she could bring the kids over later than usual as his flight was delayed.

The former business woman couldn't help but be jealous of her husband's success. She reminded herself she had to return to Los Angeles next week for a photo shoot for the finale of Dancing with the Stars. In the packet it was announced that new publicity photos would be posted online for a public vote; the female contestant with the most votes would grace the cover of Cosmopolitan while the male half would be on GQ in a partnership between ABC and the magazines. The prospects of being on the cover of a popular magazine intrigued her as she hoped it would jump start her stagnant modeling career.

Katie had thought about trying again to re-enter the banking world but after having a taste of celebrity success she couldn't fathom returning to a desk or cubicle. She enjoyed the attention when she was crowned Mrs. America and the notoriety she received. Mrs. Jackson hoped for the best as she would love to be back in the spotlight like what had happened with her former lover Phil Dorman. He was constantly on the cover of the Kansas City Star or on E! Television with his success on The Biggest Loser. He was always close to being kicked off the show but he always seemed to have lost barely enough weight to remain on the popular television series. He was a fan favorite on the show for his outrageous antics.

As she looked at her wardrobe she needed to look sexy for her husband. She still hoped that he loved her. Despite her adulterous behavior she was still madly in love with him and would do anything to reconcile with him. But reconciliation would never happen if she was pregnant with Tommy's child. Mrs. Jackson knew of a friend in college who had a one night stand and had sex with her boyfriend the next night so if she became pregnant nobody would have questioned the birth. Katie recalled how she chastised her friend and how she disapproved of her choices but now, as she was getting ready to see her estranged husband; she was planning on doing the same. She wanted to seduce her husband and have him cum inside of her; if she was pregnant she could say the baby was his and they would live happily ever after.

She pulled her black Nicholas textured off-the-shoulder cocktail dress off the hanger. It was sleeveless with a straight neckline with a strap detail that wrapped around her neck. It was short on her thighs and snugly fit her swollen breasts. She wore a pair of skimpy, black lacy panties. If she leaned slightly, they would show, and Katie would use every opportunity to lean forward while with her husband.

Mrs. Jackson gazed at herself in the mirror as she slipped on her black Giuseppe Zanotti ankle-strap stiletto heels. The silver buckle on her ankle glistened against her toned legs. She spun on the bedroom floor. She looked sexy and hoped Fred would think the same. Her brown hair flowed past her shoulders and her makeup was perfectly applied. Her lips twitched at the thought wrapping them around her husband's cock later in the evening. She missed his taste, the look in his eyes, and the way he made her feel.

The hot wife lifted her neck to the side as the bruise that Tommy had left after sucking harshly had finally disappeared. Katie had made sure she wore collared shirts or lots of cover-up when she would go out or was around her children. When her oldest saw the love bite that the high school boy had left she lied and stated had burned herself with the curling iron.

She walked downstairs and both her children looked up at their beautiful mother. "Come on! Let's get you guys over to your dad's," she softly spoke.

They drove down the streets of Kansas City as night fell with the radio playing softly in the background. The sexy wife felt herself becoming more aroused as they got closer to her husband's apartment. She couldn't wait to seduce him, to tease him, and have him drive his cock between her thighs. Traffic was surprisingly sparse and they parked in an adjacent parking garage on the fourth level. They quickly walked across the street to Fred's high rise apartment.

Katie's index finger with a perfectly manicured red pained nail buzzed the door and her husband's voice erupted from the intercom, "Hello?"

"Hey Fred," Katie spoke confidently, "It's us!"

The door buzzed and they made their way into the lobby. The family took the elevator to the 11th floor but when the door opened they were met by Nikki Reed. Nikki was the Jackson's old babysitter. She was also the ex-girlfriend of Joel and she had convinced her to take a facial from her husband years ago to get back at her blackmailer. Nikki smiled widely as she squatted on the elevator floor as both children yelled, "Nikki!" She hugged them as Katie looked down as her huge breasts that protruded from her tight t-shirt. Their old babysitter stood up, "Hi Mrs. Jackson! Wow! You look great tonight!" Katie couldn't help but notice that the young woman looked extremely fit with skin tight jeans and long sandy brown hair. The sexy wife was flabbergasted as they stepped out of the elevator.

The sexy mother was speechless. "Nice to see you again! Have a nice night," Nikki spoke as the doors closed. She felt as though she had been struck in the stomach.

Mrs. Jackson was in a daze as she knocked on Fred's door. He opened it and she immediately noticed he looked as though he was disheveled. Jealousy erupted inside of her.

He looked down at his children, "Hi guys!" He knelt on the floor as he hugged both of them, "Go on in! I'll be right there."

Fred Jackson stood up and closed the door behind his children as he gazed at his wife's incredible body, "Wow! You look really nice tonight."

Katie swayed back and forth with her jaw clenched, "What's Nikki doing here?"

Fred closed his eyes and shook his head, "It's not what you think."

She exhaled deeply, "Not what I think? What the hell Fred? Did you even go to fucking England? Or did you just want alone time with your plaything?"

Fred gritted his teeth, "She was on my flight from Chicago and since I had rode with Allan to the airport I was going to take a cab and she offered to give me a ride home. Apparently she lives close by." He paused, "Why do I even have to explain myself to you? I wasn't the one fucking around!"

Katie lowered her voice, "I'm supposed to believe that nothing is going on between you two? You look like we just interrupted you guys!"

Fred gasped and laughed, "I was just on a 10 hour flight! You have some nerve to even question me." The hard bodied wife stared at her husband until he broke the silence, "Did you dress up for me or do you have a date to run off to?"

Katie froze. She didn't expect her husband to compliment her. Maybe he was telling the truth, "I'm sorry. You're right I shouldn't question anything about your life. I've just missed you so much." A tear developed in the corner of her eye as her voice cracked, "It was for you."

Fred rolled his eyes, "Well you look beautiful." He couldn't help but stare at her legs in her short dress and her high heels. Her apple sized breasts looked like they were bulging from her tight dress. The black strap around her neck looked unbelievably sexy. His gaze focused on her thin red painted lips; the same lips that he had desperately wanted to be around his cock. His wife turned out to enjoy oral sex more so than he could have ever imagined. But he was instantly reminded they were the same lips that were wrapped around his fat neighbor's cock.

"Have you been watching the Biggest Loser?" Fred asked as his cock swelled in his pants.

"No. I refuse to watch it," she took a step towards her husband as a warm glow came upon her, "Fred can I come in just for a while? We can sit and.."

He quickly interrupted her as he stepped back against the door, "I better get inside with the kids."

Katie reached out for her husband's hand, "Fred, I'm so sorry! Please let me come in just for a sec."

He turned and opened the door and as he was closing it whispered, "Not tonight Katie. Drive home safely."

The sexy wife felt rejected as Fred closed the door and left her alone in the hallway. As she waited for the elevator she muttered to herself, "Nikki's half his age!" She instantly regretted what she said as she was possibly impregnated by a high schooler. She had no right to be upset with Fred she scolded herself, "Who I am to even question him!" Katie grabbed her stomach and dreaded what was possible. She felt like sobbing that very moment. She turned and looked at his door and thought about running back and begging for forgiveness but the doors opened and she walked into the elevator.

She rode it down to the lobby and glanced around as she looked for their old babysitter. She would confront her if she saw her and find out the truth. She looked around but Nikki was nowhere to be seen. As she walked across the street towards the parking garage a tear rolled down her freckled cheek.

She darted into the lobby of the parking garage and pressed the button for the elevator. She paced back and forth as she kept glancing at towards the elevators doors. The clicks of her high heels echoed in the small room. The elevator seemed to be stuck on the 2nd floor.

Katie grumbled as she stormed through the stairwell doors and started up the stairs. Her high heels clicked on the concrete floor with every step she took.

The hard bodied woman walked up to the fourth level and as came around the corner; her shoulder bumped into a man; "I'm sorry!" she softly spoke. A dirty homeless man turned to look at her. His grimy hand was in his crotch as he pissed in the corner of the stairwell. He held his cock in one hand and a sack covered bottle in the other.

The suburban mother rolled her eyes and sighed, "Fucking asshole," she muttered under her breath but as she turned towards the door to the garage floor but tripped on the homeless man's large bag. Her purse fell to the ground and its contents fanned out from the opening onto the floor.

The homeless man turned his head and slurred, "Fuckin' clutz."

Katie quickly bent down as she tried to gather her belongings as the dirty faced old man glared at her while a strong stream of piss sprayed from his cock into the corner.

As the sexy woman was on all fours trying to grab her things he saw her lacy panties peeking out from beneath her short dress, "Ohhhh shit! Nice fuckin' panties!"

Katie felt disgusted as she frantically grabbed everything while the old man laughed, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Look at this bitch!" His laughter echoed throughout the dingy stairwell as he shook his cock at her. Although she didn't look towards him; she saw his motions and knew exactly what he was doing.

The hard bodied wife's freckled cheeks flushed with embarrassment as stood up and pushed open the door and walked briskly towards her SUV. She quickly reached into her purse to find the keys; not finding them she entered the code above the door handle and looked over her shoulder. She sighed in relief that the vagrant wasn't following her as she climbed in and locked the door.

She rummaged through her purse. Mrs. Jackson turned it upside down and emptied it out in the passenger seat but the keys and her iPhone were nowhere to be seen. "Damnit!" she softly spoke as she knew she must have left them behind in the stairwell.

Katie stared at the closed doorway, "Just give him a few minutes," she told herself. She would just go inside when he was gone and retrieve everything and go home as quickly as she could.

She flipped on the dome light and stared at her wedding ring as she pushed everything back into her purse. Was her husband seeing Nikki? She always felt their babysitter had a crush on Fred and maybe she was seducing him. Or maybe Joel boasted to her that he and Phil both had their way with her and she felt the need to tell her husband. Just thinking about the night at The Gap caused her panties to moisten. She placed her hand on her stomach as regretted how horny she was and how difficult it was to suppress her urges. She stared at herself in the rear view mirror. It warmed her heart that Fred had noticed her but she wished he would have suggested she come inside his apartment. She would have loved have spent the night with her husband again. She would have begged him to cum inside her; the fear of being impregnated by Tommy would have vanished.

The only thoughts that entered her mind now was just getting home; stripping naked and fucking herself with her dildo. Sex, even by herself, always made her feel better. She wanted to moan and scream as loudly as she wanted and fuck herself to sleep.

Her manicured fingers with her beautiful wedding ring clutched the door handle and she slowly opened it. Her legs felt jittery as she walked towards the door to the stairwell with her purse hung tightly over her shoulder. She took a deep breath and hoped the old man was gone.

As she opened the door the old vagrant looked over his shoulder and smiled at her. He had no teeth and his skin looked like sandpaper. His clothing was filthy and she doubted he had bathed in weeks or even months. As he stood there staring at her, she saw that he was thin but with a large frame. He was much taller than her even with her heels on and his stench was almost overwhelming. The cold damp stairwell smelled of exhaust, piss, and body odor.

He simply stared at her for a minute with his mouth open, "You forget somethin' sweetie?" he chuckled. Katie's dress rode high on her bare naked legs. The beautiful woman stared back at him assessing the grime and filth and the stink that surrounded him. Her cute freckled nose bunched up slightly at the smell.

The homeless man looked to be sixty years old but was probably younger as the years on the streets had taken their toll. He looked white but he had dirt and grime caked all over his body. He had a scraggly gray beard and greasy graying brown hair. He wore dirty jeans and a torn, dirty stained t-shirt that hung off his torso. His tennis shoes had holes in them in which his filthy socks poked out at the toes. He returned to the can by the door and muttered gibberish to himself as he dug through the trash. A paper sacked bottle, mostly likely cheap alcohol, sat on the cold concrete next to him.

The sexy wife looked around the floor and ignored the foul smelling man. She looked around the corner and still didn't see her phone or her keys. Katie finally walked up behind him with her jaw clenched, "Give me my keys and phone!"

The bum turned and looked her up and down. He smirked, "I ain't got 'em." He pulled a few empty soda cans from the garbage and tossed them to the floor next to his bag. He looked back over his shoulder, "Maybe you should be more careful with your shit!"

Katie's nostrils flared with the strong body odor he emitted with the added combined scent of alcohol and tobacco. His body smelled horribly, "Just give me my things before I call the police." She folded her arms across her swollen breasts that hid behind her tight dress.

The foul smelling man turned around and looked at the hard bodied woman up and down. He nodded his head, "Okay, but it'll cost ya!" The man smiled showing only his gums with no teeth. He squinted at her hard body and pointed his dirty finger at her freckled face, "Hey I know you! You always act like your shit don't stink when you serve us food at the shelter." He laughed as he spoke, "But damn you are fun to look at!"

Katie froze momentarily as she recognized the man as the one who always stared at her when she volunteered at the soup kitchen. She swallowed hard as she recalled numerous times bending over in front of him as she relished in his fascination with her. She swallowed hard again, "Just give me my things please."

"How much ya got?" he sternly spoke.

The sexy wife sighed and rolled her eyes. She pulled her Coach purse off her shoulder and opened it. She reached into her wallet and pulled out two five dollar bills and thrusted her hand out to the old bum. He grabbed them with his grimy dirty hands and stuffed the money into his pocket.

He peered down as he looked into her purse, "What else you got?"

Katie quickly closed it and pulled it back onto her shoulder, "That's it. Now just give me my phone and keys."

The old vagrant stared at her as he scratched his scraggly beard. His name was Mick Emerson. He had lived on the streets practically his entire life. He had moved from city to city and rarely held a job. He had been in prison and mental hospitals more times than he could remember since he was 16 years old. He blamed society for his problems specifically the rich, just like the rich whore in front of him.

Mick often fantasied about the pretty freckled faced woman, who stood in front of him, as she served him lunches at the kitchen. He knew she teased the homeless man by dressing provocatively and bending over seductively. It was well known at the shelter that the former beauty queen volunteered at the lunch line and she was always a flirt with all the men who stood in the long line.

1234
  • Index
  • /
  • Home
  • /
  • Stories Hub
  • /
  • NonConsent/Reluctance
  • /
  • My Hot Wife Katie Ch. 35

All contents © Copyright 1996-2023. Literotica is a registered trademark.

Desktop versionT.O.S.PrivacyReport a ProblemSupport

Version ⁨1.0.2+795cd7d.adb84bd⁩

We are testing a new version of this page. It was made in 16 milliseconds