My Hot Wife Katie Ch. 21

A big thanks to 'Rich' for his writing, ideas and his desire to see the story continue....

A cold wind blew across the parking lot of the Western Missouri Correctional Center. Katie Jackson ran her hand through her soft brown hair as she examined herself in the rear view mirror of her SUV. Her favourite song was playing on the radio and usually she would have hummed along but today the hot wife felt uneasy and nervous. She glanced out of the car window at the barbed wire fence in front of the red brick wall, her thoughts drifted back to the events that had led her to this place.

How she had let herself be fucked repeatedly by her old neighbour Phil Dorman, reluctantly at first, then gradually getting more and more addicted to the old man's oversized cock. How she had found out about him getting illegal benefit payments for his deceased wife. How she had fought her inner demons and finally found the courage to send the evidence of his fraud to the authorities in order to get her life back.

It had been 18 months since she had submitted the compromising material and the old man had been charged and sentenced to three years to five years in the state prison facility. Katie's life had changed for the better after that. After winning the Mrs Missouri pageant, to everyone's surprise, she had gone on to win the national Mrs America competition. This had brought her an unexpected amount of media attention with dozens of tabloids, TV stations and other organizations requesting interviews, photo shoots or public appearances. She had graced the cover of several well known magazines and people recognized her on the streets of Kansas City. She loved the attention she was getting as did her loving husband Fred.

Thankfully, due to her full schedule and much to her relief, the hot wife really hadn't thought a lot about her fat neighbour during the last year. Only once, when her husband had left for a business trip; Katie had used her huge pink dildo to get herself off. She laid on her king size bed and tried to imagine Fred making love to her, while she was frantically pushing the giant plastic cock in and out of her wet pussy but the sheer size of the toy made her involuntarily fantasize about her fat neighbour burying his mammoth prick deep inside her cunt. She had closed her eyes and pictured herself and the old man rolling around on her bed, exchanging wet kisses, sweating, grunting, screaming and finally, with the image of Phil pounding her pussy harder than ever; she had brought herself to the most delicious climax she had experienced in months.

Katie felt guilty about those feelings, mad with herself for still thinking about Phil and what he did to her but at the same time she was relieved that she wouldn't be meeting the old man anytime soon or so she thought.

Then last month, Norman had called and told her that Phil wanted to see her. Katie had yelled "No way!" and just hung up. But the old lawyer kept phoning and texting her daily. He even showed up at an charity fundraiser last week to make it clear that her obese neighbour was not going to be denied a visit and that she would deeply regret it if she didn't come. When Katie had finally asked him what he meant by that, he only replied that Phil had said, "Just tell her she'd better come".

Several times when Norman had called, Fred had been in the room but with the numerous calls for appearances he was used to his wife's phone ringing nonstop. Although he loved the attention that Katie was recieving; he couldn't enjoy it as much as he was recently promoted at work and had many overnight trips. Still it didn't stop him from thinking about the one afternoon in which she gave the Gap employee an incredible blowjob. It was something he wanted to see again but couldn't find the courage to even approach the topic with his wife. He was so proud of her accomplishments and he knew with her media exposure that his fantasies would have to remain sealed in his soul.

Over the last few weeks Katie had contemplated every possibility and looked for a way to avoid having to meet with the old man and most of all, wondering what he meant by saying that she would regret not coming. Finally, when Norman showed up at the crowning of the new Mrs. America and repeated the obese neighbors request, the hot mother reluctantly agreed to pay her neighbour a visit in jail. "But it better be short. And no fooling around," she quietly told Norman.

'Pretty high and mighty for someone who couldn't get enough cum on herself the last time I saw her' the lawyer thought to himself but he was too polite to say it out loud and went on to arrange Katie's visitation appointment.

And now the day she dreaded had finally come. Taking a deep sigh, the hot wife got out of the car and closed the door. Taking one last look at herself in the window, she turned and walked across the parking lot toward the main entrance.

'Why the hell am I so keen on looking good for that old pervert?' she wondered but quickly brushed the thought aside, afraid of the answer. Her high heel boots made a clicking sound on the concrete as the chilly wind swept through her hair. Katie zipped up her black leather jacket and wrapped her arms around herself, protecting herself from the cold. Two guards passed her through the entrance and they couldn't help but stare at the stunningly beautiful woman. They turned their heads, taking in the sight of her tight black leggings that clung to her shapely ass and legs, showing off her sexy curves. They looked at each other, silently forming the word 'Wow'.

Katie hardly noticed them, she was used to men giving her looks due to her growing popularity, that had increased even more with her charity apperances.

After going through a rather unnerving registration and security process the hot wife was led to the visitation area by a guard. The room was full of small cubicles seperated by a window with a phone that hung on each wall.

An older man appeared in a suit and told the musuclar guard, "I'll take care of this." The guard quickly disappeared out the door and the older man pointed down the room, "Window number 8." Katie reluctantly sat down, feeling totally out of place. She looked around, taking in the strange surroundings.

As far as the hot wife could make out, there were only two other visitors talking to inmates and they were several feet away so Katie could not overhear what they were saying.

The older man had walked next to her as she sat down, "You won't have to wait long," he calmly stated, "By the way my name's Burt. I'll be right over there, in case you need anything," he told her. She sensed he was very nervous. Maybe he was wondering why Mrs. America would be visiting the prison. Although she hoped she hadn't been recognized. But it was something about the way he said it that caused Katie to look up. He was a frail man of medium size who appeared to be at least in his late fifties, judging by the wrinkles on his face and neck. He had a long, thin nose and thick eyebrows which gave his face a slightly menacing appearance. His thin hair was strictly combed-back and he spotted a greyish moustache. 'Not the most pleasant of characters' Katie thought to herself, wondering how this skinny, old man would hold his own in a confrontation with some hard-nosed prison inmates.

She was snapped out of those thoughts by the familiar figure of Phil Dorman appearing on the other side of the window. He was wearing the standard orange inmate two-piece, his huge beer gut clearly visible underneath the clothing. His limp seemed even more pronounced than the hot wife remembered, making him look more ridiculous. Katie's eyes trailed over the obese man's body and immediately focused on his groin. Phil stood on the other side of the window, beaming from ear to ear. The hot mother felt her heart pounding in her chest as she slowly looked up into his eyes. Phil gave her a devilish grin as he sat down on the other side of the window. His eyes seemed to pierce right through her. Katie still could not understand how this disgusting old man was able to fuck her like no other and how the thoughts of him kept haunting her. They stared into each other's eyes for some time while Katie tried hard not to take notice of the familiar tingling in her pussy, which, much to her dismay, was starting to moisten. Just looking at her obese neighbour made her blood boil. Already, she deeply regretted her visit.

Confidently the hot wife looked into the disgustingly fat man's eyes. She picked up the phone on her side as Phil picked up his, "Norman told me you wanted to see me."

"Indeed, Freckles," Phil smiled "and a good thing too that you could make it."

"I don't have much time." She tried hard to sound nonchalant as she brushed away a strand of brown hair from her forehead.

"Hey now, Freckles. That's a completely different attitude since the last time we saw each other. I believe that was in my bathroom," as a grin erupted upon his face.

Katie frantically looked around. She remembered watching the fat man in the shower with his cum dripping off her face and how she had fought back her desire to get into the shower with him.

The hot wife smirked, "I don't know what you are talking about Phil" she confidently whispered. She leaned forward towards the glass, "So you better stick to stroking your cock by yourself and just fantasizing about me."

"Indeed, that's what I do most of the time. Of course a little visual stimulation always helps," he said as he rose in his chair and attempted to look at the hard body of the sexy woman in front of him, "

The hot wife stared at the old man as he grinned back at her. Finally sighing loudly, "What do you want?"

"I need a favor from you," he sternly spoke, "That reminds me. Congratulations, Freckles! Or should I call you "Mrs. America"?" Phil chuckled, snapping the hot wife out of her reverie.

Katie hung her head low. She was ashamed to look at the obese man through the window.

"I've watched all the news about you on the TV we got here. The warden over there happens to be your biggest fan," he added as he pointed to the old man in the suit that was standing at the other side of the room. "I had him deliver me all the tabloid magazines with your pretty face on the cover. Those pictures of you all dressed up and showing off that hot body of yours helped me through some lonely nights," the fat man cleared his voice and quietly added, "amongst other pictures."

He gave the hot wife a devilish grin and lowered his voice. "Jacking off while looking at photos of you knowing that those dirty, married lips will soon be sliding up and down my cock again."

"Phil..." Katie gasped, blushing while she looked around, frightened that someone may hear. The other inmates and their visitors seemed to be caught up in conversation though.

"Tell me, freckles" the old man leaned forward and whispered "Have you thought about my cock?"

Katie's face turned a deep red. She stared down at the floor and sighed, slowly shaking her head. "No" she said, not sounding very convincing.

"I bet you spent every day thinking about getting fucked by me again. Don't worry, I'll be out of here soon and you'll be getting much more than you can take, my little slut."

The married woman slowly looked up at him and their eyes locked. Mrs. Jackson tried to block out the deviant thoughts that came into her mind while she stared at the obese man on the other side of the window. But it all came rushing back. She remembered how good he made her feel with his large rod buried deep inside her. How much she enjoyed kissing his fat lips. She inhaled deeply as she imagined the way Phil made her choke on his monster cock and how much she enjoyed him spraying his huge, sticky load all over her beautiful face. She could feel her pussy tingle and closed her eyes as she tried to block the vision of her obese neighbour shooting huge streams of cum all over her face and body from her mind.

The fat man confidently spoke, "Don't tell me you wouldn't like that! I know how much you love my cum!"

The sexy wife kept her eyes closed. His words stung deep into her heart. She felt her face turn crimson. It was true. She loved her neighbour's cum. The smell, the texture and most of all, the taste. She remembered the first time she had tasted Phil's sperm while visiting him in the hospital. It had been the biggest load she had ever swallowed.

"Tell me, Freckles.." the old man ordered, "Tell me how much you missed my cock."

Katie opened her eyes and stared at him, "I don't know what you are talking about. What do you want from me anyway?" the hot wife asked pleadingly.

"I would say, the question is, what do you want?" the fat man laughed as he reached down and grabbed the outline of his cock in his orange prison pants.

Katie quickly looked away as she saw the outline of his girth in his pudgy hand.

Phil couldn't help but giggle as he released his cock. "Alright Freckles, let's not beat around the bush. Here's the deal. The warden over there has taken care of me after a rough start in this hell hole. And now I need a letter of recommendation from him to get an early release."

"What are you talking about, Phil?" Katie sighed.

"I need him to write a letter to support my release and I need you to do the same," Phil quietly demanded.

The hot wife snickered, "In your dreams! Forget it! You got what you deserved!"

The fat man's mouth hung open and his face turned red. "I'm not finished! And since you decided to send those forms.."

Katie quickly cut him off and smirked, "I don't know what you are talking about Phil! I didn't send anything!"

Phil's voice deepened as his face turned redder, "You are a horrible liar! I know you sent those forms! I lost my house! I lost everything!" Phil took a few breaths to calm himself and spoke slowly into the phone, "and I'll need you to allow me to stay under your roof until I get back on my feet!"

The hot wife laughed at the fat man in the window, "That's not going to happen! You can stay in your little cell! Karma's a bitch Phil!" She quickly stood up, "I think we're done!" She slammed the phone onto it's base and began to turn away from her fat old neighbor.

Before she could walk away Phil reached into a manilla folder that was next to him and pulled out a sheet of paper and slapped it against the window with a loud smack that startled the married mother. Mrs. Jackson's eyes focused on the window. Her breath was instantly sucked out of her. Her heart sank and almost stopped. She silently sat back down as all the blood rushed from her face. She stared at the picture which clearly showed her sandwiched between Mike and Norman with Phil's cock planted deeply in her mouth. She quietly placed her hand over it as her eyes watered. She picked up the phone and held it against her ear but was unable to speak.

"Now then, Freckles," as Phil pulled the picture back and slid it back into the file, "if you want me to keep the footage of our little affair to myself, you'll have to be really nice to me and the warden."

Katie's hands trembled and her voice shook, "Where did you get that?" But she already knew the answer but she didn't know what to say.

Phil adjusted himself in his chair, "Let's say, I'm an amateur film director of sorts," he laughed. "I just love shooting these little home movies".

Katie's heart froze. She remembered the movie files she had found on his computer of him and Sheila having sex when she stole the financial forms.

"The last time you came over to visit me, if you call it that, I believe you had a little too much to drink, Freckles. Didn't you even notice me setting up the tripod in the corner of the room?" Phil playfully paused while he intently watched the married woman's face turn red, "Wait. I don't think you did because you were much too busy with Norman fucking your pussy and Mike banging your ass."

The hot wife's face turned crimson. She never remembered a camera being there but then again, she hardly remembered anything about that night other than the fact that she had been drunk and incredible horny.

Phil grinned from ear to ear at the torment of his married neighbor, "I was worried the DVD was lost when the house was foreclosed on but luckily Norman visited me last month and said he had found it!"

Mrs. Jackson was helpless as she stared at the folder next to him and wondered what elese he had. Phil coughed loudly into the phone breaking her from her trance, "Like you said karma is a bitch. I can show you our little home movie when I get out. Maybe your husband would like to take a peek too? Might give him a few ideas. I bet he'd love the one with me jacking off on your pretty face the next morning while you were sleeping."

Katie didn't say a word. She clearly remembered Phil spraying his seed on her freckled face as she awoke in his bed and how she had actually enjoyed being treated like that but again, she couldn't remember seeing a camera. She tried to speak but her breath still hadn't returned. Her eyes watered as she stared at the old man. The hot wife's head was buzzing. Her heart skipped beats. "Phil, please don't," the sexy mother begged.

"Are you going to write a letter? Allow me a place to stay? I'm sure a letter of recomendation from Mrs. America would go a longs ways in front of the board."

The hot wife fought her trembling hands, "Fred wouldn't allow you to live with us. There has to be another way."

"You'll have to convince him. There isn't any other way," Phil boasted. "Now," as he pointed towards the warden, "you need to convince Burt as well."

Katie turned her head to the door where the warden stood. He was openly staring at her, "I'm not having sex with him, Phil" the hot mother said.

"Fine. A blowjob, a handjob, or I don't care," smirked the fat man, "I just need him to write a letter of recommendation for me."

"No way!" Katie hissed. "Not in a million years. In fact I'm leaving." The hot wife got up from her chair and turned to leave.

"What a shame," the fat man shook his head. "Well, at least I'll make a buck or two by shopping around those DVD's of us as soon as I'm outta here. I bet Dancing with the Stars would love to see them! I can see the title now 'Mrs. America Gets Fucked!'"

Katie froze in her tracks, her back turned towards the window. Phil couldn't help but admire the curves of the hot wife's perfect ass accentuated by her skin-tight leggings and high heel boots. He remembered her wantonly rubbing that ass on his oversized cock in her own bathroom, begging him to fuck her. As he stared at Katie's perfect cheeks, the old man could feel his cock twitch and slowly started rubbing the outline of his growing erection over his trousers, "Damn, Freckles. You're still the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen."

Mrs. Jackson closed her eyes. The hot mother could feel the blood rushing in her head. She despised her ugly neighbour and hated him. What choice did she have? It was announced last week on Entertainment Tonight that she was one of the guest stars for next season of the hit series Dancing with the Stars. She had been dubbed 'Amereica's Sweetheart' and 'America's Perfect Mother & Wife'. The WE channel had offered to do a reality television show of her family. She couldn't even fathom what would happen if Phil exposed her with the DVD as she was fucked by three men.

"C'mon, show me some of that hot ass, freckles," Phil demanded.

The sexy wife, her eyes still closed, bit her lips and shook her head trying to come up with a way out of her predicament. The image of her fat neighbour checking out her sexy ass disgusted her, yet deep down, she felt good about making him excited. It felt good having that kind of power over the man who had humiliated her more than once using his oversized cock. Images of the old man's mammoth prick flashed before the married woman's eyes, the fat, fleshy shaft with the protruding veins, the giant mushroom head. Katie's mind travelled to the creamy torrent that was stored inside his large balls.