Ms Justice: Hotwife's Gift (Patreon)

Ms Justice: Hotwife’s Gift

By JK Waylon

Estate outside of Synne City, 10 PM…

Kelly Kavanaugh strode through her large country home, a big smile on her face. It was finally time to go out and celebrate her husband’s birthday.

“Robert! Where are you?”

The busty blonde was dressed to the nines, in a clingy red silk evening gown that precariously clutched at her jostling breasts. Kelly had never had a wardrobe malfunction in public before, but that gown was left her tingly with the possibility. After all, she was prepared for a night of dinner and dancing with her beloved husband.

And afterwards... Well, it was his birthday.

Robert’s home office door was closed. Seemed odd. He only closed it for important phone calls. It seemed awful late to conduct business, especially on his birthday, so she hurried over and quietly opened the door. She didn’t want to disturb him, but she didn’t want to lose their reservation.

Kelly froze, jaw dropping. Not again!

Robert sat behind his desk, giving her a perfect side view of what was going down. Kelly’s husband was watching another Ms Justice capture video. She remembered it too well. And she still had dreams about that takedown and the resulting weekend of prostitution.

Robert vigorously stroked his cock, while watching his wife going down on the notorious pimp Kid Rotten. Her alter ego, Ms Justice, knelt on the sidewalk, while scores of street people watched and recorded her sucking the hated pimp off with growing ardor. A tiny groan escaped Kelly’s glossy red lips as her insides instantly turned red-hot, pussy just as hot, wet, and achy. Oh, how she remembered that particular setback.

A loud slurp from the computer startled her back to the real world, when her alter ego on screen pulled off the pimp’s monstrous dick, only to bury her masked face into his hairy nutsack and motorboat it. And that’s when Robert released his load.

“Robert!”

“Kelly?”

Scolding words bubbled up, but then a specific ring tone sounded from her clutch. The blonde beauty quickly extracted the phone. She found an emergency request for help from Catgirl, complete with location.

“Heroine in trouble,” she blurted, spinning on a heel. “I have to go!”

She forced Robert out of her head. Kelly could worry about his sexual obsession with her capture videos later. Kelly typed in, On the way! And hit send.

Kelly rushed into the bedroom, and then into her sprawling closet. She opened the secret door into the house’s safe room with her phone. The safe room was mostly used as storage for their valuables, but she also used it as a super heroine cave. Within, she opened the secret compartment hiding her costume, and spares.

Stripping in a flash, Kelly pulled on her blue, star-spangled short-shorts first. Really, they were closer to bikini bottoms, and even leaning toward thongs. She displayed a healthy amount of bootie flesh. Next came her US flag themed corset top: blue, star-spangled breast cups with vertical red and blue, separated by white stripes below. Ms Justice felt quite patriotic in costume.

After stamping into her snug, red patent thigh boots, she snapped her choker around her slender neck, with the golden Ms Justice Truth Medallion attached. Almost ready.

Kelly hurried into the safe room’s bathroom, and applied Spirit Glue to the back of her blue mask. Once it was ready, she pressed it to her face for thirty seconds. The fashion glue would hold that mask on all night now.

“I am Ms Justice!”

Heading for the back door, Ms Justice pulled on long, red opera gloves. Robert was waiting in the bedroom, head hanging. She rolled her eyes.

“Let me explain, Kelly!”

“Sorry, I can’t talk about it right now,” she said. Ms Justice gave him a quick kiss. “Catgirl is in trouble. I have to go.”

No other heroine had replied to Catgirl’s urgent call for help. Ms Justice’s heart raced as she burst out the bedroom’s French doors and into the backyard. She took off running, and then shot up in the air as soon as she cleared the covered patio. Veering toward the city, she didn’t bother trying to hide. It was dark, and it was unlikely anyone would see her so far out in the boonies.

Ms Justice flew straight to Catgirl’s location as fast as she could. It only took a few minutes to reach the battle site. And what a site. Young Latino men lay all around, some unconscious, most recovering from a thrashing. It looked like the hot blonde heroine in a black latex catsuit had taken out most of the street gang, but not quite enough.

Catgirl struggled weakly between two gangbangers. Their leader stood before her, Catgirl’s choker in hand. The silver cat’s head on the choker was the heroine’s Object of Power. So the gangbangers had the shapely heroine helpless, and were about to celebrate their victory as they always did.

Not on my watch, Ms Justice thought, eyes narrowing and hands curling into fists.

The gang leader reached out toward Catgirl’s face. Ms Justice’s breath caught. He was going to remove the heroine’s black leather cowl.

Whipping around behind Catgirl, and her handlers, Ms Justice flew straight at them. At the last second, she spun in flight, legs spreading. Both stiletto-heeled feet slammed into the backs of Catgirl’s handlers, right between their shoulder blades. The men cried out as they were smashed away.

Ms Justice slammed bodily into Catgirl’s back, wrapping both hands around the other heroine to hold her up. Then she released her friend, surging around her to bash aside the gang leader’s reaching hand away, and then snatched the choker out of his other hand.

Catgirl kicked past her, hitting the man in the chest. He stumbled back.

“Put this back on,” she said, handing the choker back to Catgirl. Then she smiled at the gang leader’s startled face. “Surprise.”

She stepped toward him, preparing to kick him between the legs, but the gangbanger crossed his legs. So she punched him in the face. His arms went wide as he stumbled back again. Ms Justice followed, and snapped a foot up between his legs as soon as they opened. In a flash the gang’s leader was curled up in the fetal position.

More gangbangers came running at them. Ms Justice did a double-take. Where were those men hiding? But Catgirl was empowered, and they tore into the young men with flashing feet, fists, and elbows.

Someone barked something in Spanish, and the gangbangers were all gone in a flash. Ms Justice stopped, struck a classic super heroine pose, and watched them helping their injured escape.

“I really don’t feel like chasing them down,” Ms Justice said. “Unless you really want them.”

“I’m fine,” Catgirl said, and released a big sigh. “Thanks for the save, babe.”

“Never call me ‘babe.’” Ms Justice snapped, pointing a red-gloved finger at her. Catgirl’s eyes widened. Then she winked. “I prefer ‘babygirl.’ And you’re welcome.”

“Wow. You’re in a mood,” Catgirl said, and laughed. “Want to talk about it? You can’t see my ears, but I’m a good listener.”

Catgirl tapped the side of her black leather cowl. There were holes over her ears.

“It’s too sick, depraved, and personal to talk about,” she said, grimacing. Why am I admitting that to her?

“Those are all my specialties,” Catgirl said, and winked. “Anytime, sugar-thighs. I’m here for you.”

Ms Justice noticed from the corner of her eyes how Catgirl looked her up and down. Twice. With a look of pure desire. Yeah, the sexy cat-themed heroine swung both ways. She thought Catgirl preferred women. At least she was constantly flirting with all of the other heroines, and had propositioned Ms Justice more than once.

A scene of her and Catgirl together, making love, flashed behind her eyes. Ms Justice felt her loins heat up and felt her sex getting even wetter. Other women were not her thing, but Robert would love to see her and Catgirl in a setback sex tape together. The capture videos of her with bad girls seemed to excite him the most.

When did he start to like watching my capture sex tapes?

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” Catgirl asked. “You have such a lost girl look on your face right now.”

“Sorry. I’m… Kinda lost for what to do,” she said. “But it’s in my personal life, so nothing you can do. Thanks for the offer.”

“Man trouble?”

“Isn’t it always?”

“Pretty much,” Catgirl said, and giggled. “For me, sometimes it girlfriend trouble.”

“Wow. Okay. Double the fun, double the trouble,” Ms Justice said. She paused, considering and reconsidering. Finally, “Let’s just say before I received your call for help, I caught my significant other watching one of my most humiliating capture sex tapes.”

“Ouch. Yeah, bound to happen, though. Our capture videos are everywhere.”

“Yeah. He was whacking off while watching me suck Kid Rotten’s dick.”

Catgirl cringed.

“Even worse, seeing and hearing myself on screen sucking his cock brought back all those memories, all those powerful emotions,” she whispered, rubbing her temple as her libido fired up. Pussy throbbing, aching with need, she sucked in a deep steadying breath. “Feeling that sexual, that vulnerable, that submissively needy, just does a number on my head and body. And all that just before I had to come help another heroine. Not good.”

Thinking about it, talking about it had Ms Justice back in the same state of shameful arousal. She fidgeted, unable to stand still. Did Catgirl just shift a little closer?

“What are you going to do?”

She appeared earnest. Nothing seductive about her gaze or body language, though she now stood so close Ms Justice felt her body heat.

“What can I do?” she cried, starting to feel a little crazy. “He puts up with me and my obsession with fighting crime. He probably thinks I have more sex with criminals than with him.”

“Do you?”

“No!” She fidgeted, biting her lip. “I haven’t had many setbacks, but they produced a ton of videos. Boggles the mind.”

“Tell me about it,” Catgirl whispered, averting her eyes.

“Have you ever made a sex tape with your husband?”

“No! Don’t be ridiculous.”

Catgirl shrugged. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Besides, maybe he’d enjoy watching that more than your heroine persona with other men and women. There are videos with bad girls, right?”

“Of course. Men are pigs.”

“Oh. Sorry. I guess you wouldn’t be interested in making a sex tape with a certain cat-themed girl, who is very grateful for you saving her life multiple times.”

Ms Justice’s jaw dropped. Why am I surprised?

But then…

“You never give up, do you?”

“Never. You’re so God-damned gorgeous and sexy. Can you blame me?”

Again, she seemed more earnest than seductive. Maybe a little more seductive. Catgirl gave her a little hopeful eye wag and lip bite. Ms Justice stared at her a moment, and then turned away.

Catgirl molded herself to Ms Justice’s back, hands circling to caress her belly. She nuzzled Ms Justice’s ear.

Whispering, “That wasn’t a no, babygirl.”

That last bit made her smile.

“Let me think.”

Wrong response. That just encouraged Catgirl. The young beauty’s hands began to roam, copping a quick feel of her boobs and pussy. Ms Justice’s breath whooshed out when her fellow heroine started kissing and nibbling her neck, while one hand fondled a boob and the other gently stroked the cloth over her now raging pussy. Every stroke and squeeze sent sexy sensations rippling into her throbbing core.

And then Catgirl’s fingers found her aroused clit, and concentrated on that.

Ms Justice made her decision. Pulling her phone out, she turned on the video record, and stretched out her arm until both she and Catgirl were in frame. Both of Catgirl’s hands were on screen touching her intimately.

Ms Justice stared sultrily into the camera. “Happy birthday, baby. This video is for you.”

She turned her face to Catgirl, glossy red lips parting. The other heroine held her eyes for a long, intense moment, and then their lips slowly melted together. Both women moaned sensually, and Ms Justice lost track of time. When she came up for air, she paused the recording.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I want to make a sex tape with you. Ms Justice and Catgirl. Just for my husband.”

“I think it’s hot,” Catgirl said, and kissed her again. “I have a little love nest where we won’t be disturbed.”

Turning record back on, she video recorded Catgirl take her by the hand rise up. She followed, recording herself and Catgirl flying through the night for a short time. After she paused again, Catgirl led her to a hooker hotel in the Tenderloin.

“Twenty years ago, the hotel’s top floor was a pimp’s penthouse. It’s a thing here in Synne City. Anyway, the new owner renovated the top floor, turning it back into rooms for hookers. Only, some clever heroine got involved and carved a small one window room out of it. No one’s figured it out in twenty years.”

“Which heroine?”

“Don’t know. But Gold Avenger showed me, calling it a bolt hole,” Catgirl said. “I think of it as a love nest. It has electricity and a bed, after all.”

They flew up to a ten-story hooker hotel. To the backside, overlooking the dark alley. Catgirl used her phone’s passive sight app to check the ally for witnesses before they flew to the ledge outside a dark window. Using an app, Catgirl opened the window and they slipped inside.

The room was far smaller than anticipated. The full-sized bed against the back wall took up most of the square footage. There was one battered straight-back chair. No bathroom. No doors period.

“Bolt hole indeed.”

“Love nest,” Catgirl purred, and kissed her again. “Set up your camera. We’ll make the hottest heroine-on-heroine sex tape ever.”

Ms Justice placed the phone on the window sill, pointed at the bed. The ceiling light lit the tiny space brilliantly. Robert wouldn’t miss anything.

Heart racing, the busty blonde in red, white, and blue turned to the equally shapely blonde in all black latex and leather. They shared a look that curled her toes. Catgirl was a notorious womanizer among the heroines, and even had a very randy reputation on the streets. Ms Justice had a feeling she wasn’t the first heroine Catgirl brought to that love nest.

“Why do I feel I’m about to give you my virginity?”

Catgirl laughed. She had a wonderful laugh, and Ms Justice felt the stress bleeding away. Desire filled her heart as she looked the shapely younger woman over.

I’m about to make her fantasy come true, Ms Justice thought as Catgirl moved up sensuously. And Robert’s.

They kissed for a long time, passion flaring quickly. Catgirl kept it gentle and loving, very sensuous and lovely. And boy could she kiss!

Catgirl combed gloved fingers through her lover’s silky hair, before finding the corset’s zipper. Ms Justice’s eyes popped open when she started slowly dragging that zipper down, down, down. The corset loosened around the heroine, and then…

Ms Justice pulled the corset away, revealing her naked upper body to the other woman, and to the camera. Her lover quickly covered her boobs with kisses and caresses, tweaking her sensitive nipples until they were aroused, hard, and tingling.

When the other blonde started kissing her way down her belly, Ms Justice gave the camera a sultry look, imagining how aroused her husband would be at that point. Her eyes widened just a hint when Catgirl’s thumbs hooked under the elastic band, and slowly pulled her blue, star-spangled bottoms down to her upper thighs. And paused.

“Oh my God, look at how hot, wet, and sticky you are,” Catgirl purred, slanted a wicked look at the camera. “Someone is horny as a heroine.”

Ms Justice squealed. “What the hell does ‘horny as a heroine’ mean? Bitch.”

She couldn’t deny it, though. Catgirl slowly peeled her shorts off her sticky pussy. So obvious. So damned embarrassing, while so damned hot. Ms Justice struggled to breathe, her pussy throbbing with achy pain. No woman had ever inspired such a reaction.

As soon as Ms Justice stepped out of the shorts, she spread her red-booted legs wide. Catgirl knelt before her, face buried between her legs. She felt the other heroine’s hot, wet tongue give her a few tentative licks, before she kissed her nether lips and pushed in. Ms Justice ground her sex into Catgirl’s mouth, as the lusty heroine ate her out.

Catgirl nibbled and sucked on her sensitive folds, quickly driving her crazy with sexy sensations spiraling up into her fluttery belly. Red-gloved hands clutched at the black leather cowled head, while swaying her well-rounded hips. Soon, her head began to loll around.

“Lord help me, you are the best.”

Catgirl removed her black leather cincher as she ate pussy. Eager to get naked with her dream lover. Ms Justice watched her through hooded blue eyes, eager to taste herself on the young beauty’s lips.

“Oh. Yes,” Ms Justice gasped, feeling that change inside. “Just a little bit more…”

Catgirl moaned, and redoubled her efforts. Ms Justice’s back bowed, head rolling back when her lover started sucking her sensitive nub in and out, very fast and hard. Her hands tightened on Catgirl’s head, and then that rush to climax claimed her.

“Aaagghh!”

Catgirl stood up. She kissed Ms Justice, before pushing down on her shoulders. The busty blonde didn’t resist, dropping to her knees. Huffing and puffing, basking in the afterglow, Ms Justice knelt there with one hand cupping her quivering pussy, the other holding a large tingling tit. She looked up at Catgirl with incredulous eyes.

Unzipping her catsuit, the blonde heroine ran the zipper all the way down between her legs and back up to the small of her back. The super tight latex spread open, revealing her breasts and completely waxed pussy. She grinned down, palmed the back of the other heroine’s head, and pressed her sex against Ms Justice’s panting mouth.

Ms Justice slanted a look at the phone, and then made a big production of licking every square inch of Catgirl’s pussy. And then she held her lesbian lover’s eyes as she slowly and sensuously started eating pussy. At first, she concentrated her efforts on those slick, fleshy folds. Catgirl gasped and moaned, fondling herself. Pulling on her own nipples. Soon, Ms Justice felt her libido fire up to the max, insides a molten mess.

The Curse of the Amazons is about to take me, she thought, and smiled. I hope Robert enjoys this, because after tonight I won’t be able to say no to Catgirl anymore.

Using her lips, tongue, and teeth, Ms Justice went after Catgirl’s pussy. She ate her out like she loved to be eaten out. To her delight, her heroic lover gasped, and wiggled. Catgirl cried out, and really tormented her own nips. And then…

“Aaagggh! Yes. Better than I ever fantasized.”

Ms Justice giggled, slanted a look at the camera, and giggled again.

“Let’s get you out of that hot catsuit.”

Together, they stripped Catgirl of everything but her cowl. And then Ms Justice put the shiny black thigh boots back on her. After all, her husband really liked high heels. And it was his birthday.

Catgirl took charge. She pushed Ms Justice back onto the bed, and then lifted one red, thigh-booted foot high. Before her older lover understood, the cowled blonde straddled her and started grinding her pussy against Ms Justice’s sex. She was rewarded with a gasp and look of amazement.

“Nice, isn’t it?”

“It is!” Ms Justice gasped out, eyes huge. “Very nice.”

Since both had been climaxed, and were quite well lubricated, Catgirl ground into her very hard. Soon, their clits began to rub across each other. Ms Justice jerked and gasped every single time.

“I hope I don’t ruin you for men,” Catgirl purred. “Not sorry if I do.”

Catgirl hugged Ms Justice’s booted leg, nuzzling, kissing, and licking her way up to the long, thin stiletto heel. All the while, they ground into each other, each desperate to make the other climax first.

Ms Justice stared at the phone, into the camera, showing her husband her passion. Her desire. She wondered if he would be as aroused as she was at that moment. How could he be? She was the one getting thoroughly lesbian fucked by a gorgeous blonde.

Soon, tiny animal sounds began bubbling out of first Catgirl, then Ms Justice. They pushed each other closer and closer. Body tingling, all wound up, they rubbed pussies until the thirty-one year old heroine couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Aaagggh,” Ms Justice cried, back bowing up and head rocking back and forth. “So wonderful. Oh baby.”

Seconds later, Catgirl stiffened, head rolling back. “Aaaagggh.”

Catgirl collapsed next to her lover. They just lay on their backs, basking in the afterglow, gasping for air. After a few, Ms Justice glanced over, smiling.

“You really are amazing.”

“I know,” Catgirl said, and they giggled.

After a quick glance at the phone. “What next? 69?”

“Yes!” Catgirl said. “I can eat your sweet cherry pie all night long.”

Ms Justice shifted around, so that her head was at the foot of the bed, and feet up by the pillow. Catgirl crawled over her, straddling her face, and lowered her shapely body. The shapely heroines enjoyed the hot, sweaty contact between their bodies, as their pressed their lips to each other’s pussy.

She wasn’t sure if Robert would prefer that straight on view of her eating Catgirl’s pussy, or would’ve liked a side view better.

“Mmmm,” both women moaned as they started eating pussy again.

Ms Justice spent the better part of two hours making love to Catgirl. She wasn’t sure the last hour and a half would be all that interesting to Robert, since it was mostly snuggling, kissing, and fondling, but it was the best part for her. She’d never felt so close to another woman in her life.

Finally, Ms Justice rolled out of bed. She hurried over to the phone and ended the recording. Her battery was almost dead.

“Got it,” she said, winking at her lover. “Thanks, babe. I owe you.”

“Threesome?”

“Hey!”

They giggled. And then they helped each other dress. It took a while, since they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Ms Justice couldn’t get enough of her sweet kisses, either. But finally, they were dressed and their bodies had cooled down. Those wonderful climax quivers had subsided.

“We’ll have to do this again,” Catgirl said.

Ms Justice said nothing, but nodded. She looked at the other beauty’s phone.

“Are you going to share the app that opens this place up?”

Catgirl gave her the app, saying, “Okay, be careful using it. Make sure no one’s in here first. I’ll have to tell Gold Avenger I shared it with you.”

“That’s fine. Gold Avenger and I are tight.” She looked at Catgirl. “Not as close as you and I are now, of course.”

After ensuring no one was around to witness their departure, Ms Justice flew out the window in a mad rush. Why make it easy for the bad guys? Catgirl remained inside, planning to leave after a suitable time had lapsed. Meanwhile, Ms Justice’s mind turned to her husband.

She flew a circuitous route home, to ensure no one followed. Landing on the back patio with a clatter of stilettos, she entered the house through the unlocked French doors into her bedroom.

Robert waited, sitting on the bed. He perked up when she smiled at him.

“Is Catgirl all right?” he asked.

“She is wonderful,” she replied, cocking her head with a naughty little smile. “Absolutely amazing, in fact.”

Ms Justice accessed her phone, found the sex tape she made with Catgirl, and e-mailed it to him. Robert gave his phone a curious look when it dinged.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she purred. “I hope you enjoy your present.”

She headed toward the safe room to change. Robert picked up his phone to see what she sent him. Just as the secret door open, she heard him.

“Holy shit!” Robert cried. She paused, cocking her head to listen. “Oh my God! This is… This is… Amazing!”

Ms Justice smiled as she looked up at the heavens, shook her head, and passed through the door.

The End