Filthy Little Thing
A Hotwife Fantasy
A snow storm strands three travellers at a seedy motel.
Adam worries how his shy wife, Mercy, will cope with having to share the only room left.
Bored at having to ride out the storm with only two channels on TV, Nelson suggests an innocent game of
truth or dare.
As Mercy sheds her usual bashful demeanor, the situation turns explosive.
How low will Adam let his wife descend?
“There’s got to be something. You’ve got to have
The pot-bellied woman behind the counter adjusted
her red horn-rimmed glasses, sighed, licked her
finger, then swiped at the pages of the guest
register. Staring straight at me the whole time.
Didn’t even bother to pretend to look at it.
“Sorry, hon. Nothing.”
I clenched the fist I’d stuffed into my pants
pocket. A tightness gripped my chest. Turning to
my right, I glanced at Mercy.
She was fidgeting with her fingers in front of her
Behind her, Nelson was staring at the old bat with
one eye raised. He shot me an annoyed look,
lifting his palms slightly, as if to say “what are
you going to do?”
What in the heck were we going to do indeed.
If it had been just me and Nelson there, no
problem. Me and Mercy? Not a worry. But the three
of us? Riding out a blizzard in a room with two
beds, no cable TV, the nearest grocery store an
hour’s walk away?
I glanced at Mercy again. She was looking
decidedly uncomfortable. Fidgeting was always the
first sign that she felt ill at ease. Then her
eyes would start darting side to side, not knowing
where to look. A tiny bead of sweat would break
out on her top lip and she’d start licking it with
her sweet little pink tongue.
After a while the skin there would get red, raw
from being rubbed.
“Sweetheart, you gonna’ take the room or what? In
case you hadn’t noticed I got a line of people
behind you. Now make up your mind or step aside.
This is all there is. Take it or leave it.” She
rolled her eyes and sighed as she said it.
Nelson cleared his throat. He gently touched Mercy
on the arm until she stepped to one side, flashing
him a weak smile.
She’d always been shy. Even when there was no
reason. We’d known Nelson for years. He
came over for barbecues in the summer, Christmas
parties in December. It’s not like he was a stranger.
But Mercy was an intensely private person. Even
with me. I could probably count how many times I’d
seen her naked in broad daylight on one hand,
despite the fact we’d been married for six years.
She liked to keep to herself. Hold her cards close
to her chest, so to speak.
A lot of it had to do with her religious
upbringing. Her dad was a minister in a very
conservative church. The first date we went on was
to one of his sermons.
Our second date was to a theatre I’d never heard
of where we watched the Ten Commandments. That one
from the fifties with Charlton Heston. She’d
closed her eyes and covered her ears at the golden
I don’t even know if I could imagine what was
running through her mind right then. Sharing a
room with another man, even though he was a
friend? And nothing else to wear but the clothes
we had on.
Why the hell had I invited Nelson to come
with us? I’d be lucky if it only took her a few
months to get over this.
Nelson stepped past Mercy and leaned over to
whisper to me. He was about six inches taller than
me, which made him about a foot taller than Mercy.
Handsome guy, too. “Come on, Adam,” he said, the
rumble of his low baritone carrying even through
the whisper. “I don’t think we have much choice here.”
I let out a breath. I knew he was right. It was
either this or one of us spending the night in the
car. Hell, if I’d known it was going to be just
one night I might have chosen that instead. “I
know, I know,” I said, sounding deflated. I looked
at Mercy again.
She was stealing glances at the increasingly
irritated line up of people behind us. The
telltale strip of red was already forming above
I knew I didn’t have a choice. Turning to the
owner of the motel, I pulled out my wallet. “Okay.
We’ll take it,” I said, pushing a credit card
across the counter.
A collective groan rose behind us.
I turned around, looking sheepishly at the line up
of people who’d started picking up suitcases to
begin trudging back to their cars. I wanted to say
something, apologize, though I really didn’t need
to. We’d been there first, after all.
But the weather outside was wicked Snow
whipping sideways, the wind howling and no end in
sight to the blizzard.
I decided to keep my mouth shut.
“Hey!” the lady barked behind me. “Hey, I’ve
probably got room for about a dozen of you’s in
the hallway if you want to camp out. Special
I spun back around and shot her a dirty look.
She arched her brow, as if she had no idea what it
was about. “What?” she squawked. “I gotta’ pay the
I was just about to start arguing with her,
explaining how unethical she was being, when
Nelson touched my arm. I turned to look at him.
“Come on man,” he said quietly. “It’s not our
fight. Maybe we can…help out later. Share the
bathroom or something, you know? Let’s just get
the room for now.”
He was right. I knew he was. Still, it riled me
what a jerk the old broad was being.
“We okay here?” she asked, waving my credit card
“We’re fine,” I muttered. “Just…swipe the card and
give us the keys.”
Still staring straight at me, she reached beneath
the counter and hauled out one of those old
flatbed imprinters. Slamming it on the counter,
she mashed my card into it. She licked her finger
again, pulled out a three-ply sales slip over it
and jammed the handle from left to right.
The card snapped.
This drew her attention to the machine. “Oh.
Shit,” she grunted.
“Oh, shit, are you kidding me?” I said,
grabbing the two pieces of plastic of my card.
“Adam,” Mercy said, her voice tight and strained
at my profanity.
“Sorry, sweetie,” I muttered.
She didn’t like it when I swore.
That was pretty much all I wanted to do right
then. Stomp around swearing and waving my arms.
Seemed like it would make me feel better anyways.
Resisting the urge, I pulled out another card from
my wallet and handed it to the woman. “Can you be
more careful please?”
Same deal. Mash, cover, ker-clunk as she swiped
the handle across it. Eyeing me the whole time.
What the hell was her problem anyway? Maybe the
place wouldn’t have been such a dump if she
treated her customers better.
At least this time the card didn’t break.
After peeling off the sales slip, she pried the
card out of the machine with her stubby fingers
and handed it back to me.
I stuffed it into my wallet, trying my hardest not
to grumble at our luck.
After taking her sweet time filing away the
receipt, fat-fingers waddled to the back wall,
grabbed the last key hanging on a hook and walked
back. She dropped it on the counter with a
clatter, then looked back up at me with one eye
raised. “No smoking, no drinking, no loud noises,
no pets, don’t clog the toilet, if you do there’s
a plunger in the back you’re on your own. I don’t
deal with other people’s shit.” She flashed me the
most sarcastic smile I’d ever seen. “Have a nice
I felt like pulling my hand out of my pocket and
punching her right in the face. What an outrageous
Nelson must have sensed I was on edge. He touched
my arm again, putting his fingers on the inside of
my elbow and began to lead me away. “Thank-you,
ma’am,” he said, giving her a friendly smile.
To my surprise, her smile warmed at this. “That’s
better,” she said, her jowls flapping as she
nodded. “You should take some lessons from your
Nelson leaned over me again. “Just let it go,
brother. Let it go. Come on Mercy,” he said,
turning to smile at her. “Let’s see what the
presidential suite is like.”
I was knocked off balance a bit to hear Mercy
giggling. Turning to look at her, I saw her
covering her mouth with a hand, her blonde curls
bouncing along her shoulders as she laughed.
When she saw me watching her, she turned her eyes
down toward the floor again. “Sorry,” she muttered.
I shook my head. It wasn’t like her. Mercy got
seriously stressed out by situations like
these. She liked her routine. She liked order.
Discipline. She didn’t like being out of her
comfort zone, didn’t like things that were out of
the ordinary. It was strange to see her being so
light-hearted about it.
It didn’t help my mood, either.
Nelson had started walking toward the hall that
led to the rooms.
I was about to reach out and take Mercy’s hand
when she spun around and jogged a few steps to
catch up to him.
That was when my first…inkling, I guess, of
something dark, something I thought then was
deeply depraved reared it’s head.
Well, not the first time, really. Just the first
time it had crawled out in broad daylight. My
insides twisted a bit, a knot forming in my
stomach. My heart felt heavy. My vision narrowed,
focusing on Mercy and Nelson walking in front of me.
He was bantering about the ugly carpet and paint
flaking off the walls.
And Mercy was…laughing at it. Every few
steps she’d turn and look at him, her little
button nose all scrunched up, shrugging her
shoulders and giggling like she was having the
It chewed at me. Stoked a strange fire in my gut
that wouldn’t be quashed no matter how hard I
tried to douse it.
Because here’s the thing. This wasn’t new to me.
I’d had these thoughts before. Terrible thoughts.
Shameful thoughts, and I’m not the kind of guy
that gets ashamed easily. But this…this salacious
desire that gripped me every so often was so
taboo, so wicked and wrong that I felt like I had
to beat it back every time it surfaced.
“Looks like this is it!” Nelson’s cheerful tone
yanked me from my thoughts and put me back into
the hall with the two of them.
It was a welcome reprieve from the shadows I’d
Pushing the rusty key into the lock, he gave it a
twist. The bolt clicked. The door swung open. The
smell of stale cigarettes came wafting out of the
Mercy pressed a finger to her nose and squinted.
“Ew, gross!” she tittered.
Nelson shook his head. Half-smiling, he drew in a
long breath through his nose, then exhaled. “Ah!”
he announced. “Smells just like the Hilton in New
Mercy burst out laughing at the joke, the sound
tearing my heart to shreds.
As Nelson looked back at me I forced a smile and
shook my head. The gesture was just a distraction.
A distraction so neither of them would notice how
I turned slightly to one side, how my hand fell to
cover my crotch, to hide the embarrassing lump
that had formed there at seeing them being so
What was wrong with me?
Nelson swept a hand through the door and bowed
slightly in Mercy’s direction. “After you madame,”
Even though the chivalry was a joke, I saw a blush
rise to Mercy’s cheeks.
The way her skin flushed only drove me deeper into
the grip of my dark fantasy. As Nelson followed
her into the room, I took a moment for a few deep
breaths. The ache between my legs eased. But the
overpowering lust that was coursing through me did
It suddenly became very clear that it wasn’t Mercy
who I should be worrying about, how she would get
through this, how she would live down rooming with
another man. A black man, at that. It
wasn’t her who would have the biggest problem with it.
It was me.