Taste Test: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  I even imagined doing it to him when he was still good and sweaty from a workout. Fuck. That was like the exact opposite of the ideal scenario for me, and yet the idea of feeling his salty cock right after a workout, feeling his hands on my hair as he took me without any regard for my husband, well that sent a shiver running through me.

  Besides, I figured it was all just a fantasy. A little bit of harmless fun taking place in the confines of my mind, and nowhere else. It's not like anything real was ever going to come of it.

  Meanwhile, while I was distracted with thoughts about how much fun it would be to be over there having fun with him, Liam wasn't missing a beat. He was practically grinding into this woman, and she had her eyes closed. It was obvious she was in ecstasy as he pressed his cock against her. Hell, I wondered if he was about to pull his cock out and fuck her right there.

  It's not like there was anybody to see what was going on aside from me. The place was empty. He'd have plenty of warning before somebody got into view of the personal training area. The door would open and a bell would ding and there’d be a rush of cold air.

  Plenty of time for him to get everything back in order, and I'm sure he knew it.

  I felt another thrill run through me at the thought of watching him fucking her. As I wondered what it would feel like if I was the one being fucked. And doing it someplace so obviously public like this! Fuck was that hot!

  That was something I might have to try with my husband sometime.

  My husband. Right. I was a married woman. I needed to remember that. No matter how hot and tempting Liam was.

  I turned my attention back to the front door. I looked to see if the coast was clear. No cars pulling into the parking lot. I sighed. It really was dead around here.

  A part of me almost wanted a distraction to walk through the door. Something to break the spell Liam had me under. Only there was no rescue coming from our lazy customers. No, most of them were sensible and staying home in this weather.

  I turned back and my breath caught. They were done on the yoga mat. Apparently stretches were finished. He was standing behind her, rolling her head around, though he had one hand down on her stomach. It looked as though he was subtly pulling her against him. And as I watched I realized she was rocking backwards and forwards, her mouth open and her eyes squeezed shut.

  He was dry humping her right in front of me!

  The asshole knew exactly what he was doing, too. He looked up and locked eyes with me. A smile played across his face. Oh yeah, he was doing this on purpose. This show was entirely for me.

  Damn him.

  And with that smile I felt that something was about to happen. Something naughty. Something that was beyond even what he'd been doing so far. I shivered in anticipation, though I'm not sure exactly what I was anticipating. It's not like I was the one who was having any of the fun over there.

  Liam pulled out a bench. I cocked an eyebrow. What was going on now? Usually that bench was only used for, well, bench pressing and free weights and whatever it was he did with the women he was training in between fucking them.

  Nothing against this girl. She just didn't strike me as the lifting type.

  What was even more curious was that Liam sat down on the bench. The girl got down on her knees in front of him. He’d positioned himself so I had a clear view of both of them. Her with her tight body in her yoga pants and tank top. Him leaning back on the bench. He turned and grinned at me.

  My breath caught. No. There wasn't a chance he was actually going to do this. Surely he wouldn't go this far to try and drive home a point. Would he?

  Her hands reached up and hooked into his shorts. Pulled down. He lifted his ass up with a grin, never pulling his eyes away from me, as she pulled his cock out.

  I licked my lips. Imagined I was the one leaning forward. Wrapping my lips around his dick. I shivered.

  Well that was interesting. I think that was the first time in my life I actually got turned on by that idea rather than repulsed. And yet I wasn't the one doing it. It was this Amber girl. Moving her lips up and down his cock. I licked my own lips, and he didn't miss that.

  No, his grin just grew even wider.

  I glanced out into the parking lot again. This time I prayed there wasn't somebody out there who might be making their way in. I didn't want this delicious show to be interrupted. And it did seem like a delicious show, because I was suddenly imagining how delicious his cock might taste.

  What was wrong with me? He was breaking all the rules to torture me and get a blowjob, and yet I was sitting here watching him and thinking about how nice it would be if I was the one sucking his dick rather than thinking about how I should call security or management or try to get a picture or something.

  The security cameras set up throughout the gym would be completely useless. It was a well-known secret among the staff that they were dummy cameras set up for appearances.

  I'm sure Liam was thinking exactly that when asked her to get down on her knees in front of him.

  And her. There she was bobbing her head up and down on his dick as though it was the greatest thing in the world. Maybe I'd been wrong all along. Maybe there was something to this. Particularly if a woman could look like she was having that much fun doing it!

  Though I wondered if part of the reason why she looked like she was having so much fun doing it was precisely because she was doing it to Liam. There was only one way to find out, and that wasn't a thought that a good married woman should entertain.

  His eyes locked on mine were like a challenge. Though I'm not sure exactly what he was challenging me to. Was he challenging me to tell on him? Was he challenging me to try something like this myself? I don't know what he thought he was doing. If I did ever try something like that it's not like I was going to try it with him, no matter how much fun that might be.

  No, it was definitely my husband who would get to enjoy the pleasures of my mouth for the first time. Well, almost first time. I'd started to go down on a guy I dated back in college, and it hadn't been a very good experience. In fact, that had been a big part of the reason why I'd been so turned off on the idea for so many years since. I shivered thinking of that night, but then I also shivered looking at the counterpoint to that night right in front of me. To Liam's massive cock disappearing down this petite woman's mouth as though she was a cocksucking champ. It amazed me that she was able to fit something that big in her mouth.

  I wondered if I’d be able to fit something that big in my mouth. My husband was decent enough, but he wasn't porn star huge. Not like Liam.

  Liam's eyes never left my own as he started grunting. As he thrust up to meet Amber’s eager mouth. As one of his hands reached around to grab her hair. And then he was guiding her cheating mouth up and down on his cock. I could understand the temptation. Watching the two of them like that, well let's just say I was tempted to forsake some of my marriage vows as well!

  Only I wasn't in a position to do anything of the sort. I'd had my opportunity, and I'd thrown it aside. Not that I’d really thought of it as a serious opportunity when he was talking to me earlier. I shivered.

  He grunted one final time and thrust up. Buried himself in the back of her throat. At least I figured it had to be in the back of her throat. There was no way his entire cock was fitting into her mouth alone. It was happening. His come had to be flying into the back of her mouth. I almost felt a phantom taste. Something slightly salty in the back of my own mouth. I wondered what it would feel like to have him bathing my mouth with his come. God I was so hot! Hotter than I'd ever been thinking about this!

  What was wrong with me?

  I finally pulled my attention away from the scene playing out in the training area and my eyes went wide. There was a gaggle of women in yoga pants heading towards the gym. Probably got off work early, or it was more women of the variety that Liam trained. Either way, they were about to step through the door and interrupt the naughty fun.

  I don't know why that wor
ried me. It's not like it was my problem if Liam got caught having his fun on the company dime. Only when I looked back over he was getting tidied up. Pulling his pants up. Maybe there was something about the look in my eyes at that tipped him off.

  Either way, no sooner had he finished tying his shorts and Amber wiped her mouth than the door opened letting in a gust of cold air that quickly drained the heat from the moment.

  One thing was for certain, though. I wasn't going to get that image out of my head anytime soon. I smiled at the women walking through and scanning their membership cards, but my mind was over in the personal training area and completely distracted.

  3: Oral Fixation

  I was on my husband as soon as he walked through the door. His eyes widened in surprise as I jumped on him. Wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. But at the same time he wasn't complaining!

  My mouth found his. I tried to ignore how in my imagination it was Liam I was pressing up against. My husband wasn't quite as muscular as everybody's favorite personal trainer, but he was pretty good. He spent time in the gym. He just didn't have the time to dedicate every waking moment to working out considering it wasn't his career.

  I pulled away from the kiss and grinned at him. He cocked an eyebrow.

  "What brought that on?"

  "Can’t a girl get hot with her husband after work?"

  He reached down and gave my ass a squeeze. I moaned, grinding my pussy against his hard cock. God it felt so good. Got I'd needed this ever since I saw Liam’s display earlier!

  "Are you sure you're not getting turned on looking at all the sexy muscle heads at the gym?"

  I blushed and looked away. This wasn't the first time he'd mentioned me getting turned on by guys at the gym. I figured it was just my husband getting a little jealous. That's all it had to be. And I was ashamed because this time around there was actually some truth to it.

  Sure I hadn't exactly gotten turned on looking at all the muscular studs at the gym. Only what he'd said was close enough to the truth that it stung.

  I felt a hand touch my cheek. Pull me back until I was looking straight into my husband's eyes. For a surprise he had a huge grin on his face.

  "That's what it is, isn't it?"

  And to my surprise he punctuated that by pressing against me. I figured he'd be pissed off at the idea of me checking out other guys, not pressing his cock up against me. Maybe he'd decided he would take whatever it was that got me turned on? It was the only thing I could think of that explained his reaction. Because it sure as hell wasn't making any sense!

  "Let's not talk about that," I said.

  "Oh yeah?" he asked. "In that case, what would you like to talk about?"

  "Less talk," I said. "More doing!"

  And with that I moved my mouth down on his again. Practically shoved my tongue into his mouth. God it was so hot! He kissed me and it was familiar. Everything I was used to with my husband. And yet at the same time I found myself craving something different. Craving Liam's touch. Craving his lips pressing against my own. His tongue in my mouth. I wondered what he tasted like.

  Liam's taste. I shivered against my husband. That thought had been for what his kiss tasted like, but there was another taste I was suddenly obsessed with. It was as though there was a new fire burning inside me. A desire that was new and different. A desire to feel a man's cock in my mouth. A desire that had never been there before, and it was driving me wild and now that it was!

  My hand moved down to my husband's cock. I traced a line up and down its length. The contours were so familiar. So wonderful. I absolutely loved feeling him up. I loved giving him a hand job. I loved feeling him filling me. The only thing I'd never done before was feel his cock in my mouth. I knew he was disappointed at that lack in our sex life, but at the same time I knew he was happy with everything else. I knew he was okay with it, even if he wasn't exactly happy at the idea of no blowjobs for the rest of his life.

  Only now, with these new feelings coursing through me…

  I figured there was no time to test that temptation than right in the here and now. So I disentangled myself from my husband. I put my hands on his shoulder and hopped down onto my feet. Only I wasn't on my feet for long. No, I had the distinct pleasure of watching his eyes go wide as I got down on my knees in front of him.

  "What are you doing Rachel?" he asked.

  There was an obvious question in his voice, but there was something else there. Disbelief mixed with desire. I looked up at him and he had a hesitant smile on his face. I could only imagine what was going through his mind. Wondering what had gotten into me that I was getting down on my knees in front of him. It was the universal signifier for somebody about to get a blowjob, only I'd never done that for my husband.

  I felt guilt shooting through me as I thought about that. Though I wasn't sure if that guilt was entirely because I'd never done this for my husband before, or if it was because all I could think about while I was down on my knees in front of him was Liam. His cock sticking out of Amber's mouth earlier. How much I wished that was his cock moving in and out of my own mouth.

  And over all of that there was the guilt that I was thinking about another man rather than my husband. What was wrong with me? Why was I doing this? And yet I wasn't going to stop.

  Besides, did he really care as long as he was getting head out of it at long last? Probably not.

  One thing was for certain, though. He probably wouldn't appreciate knowing this blowjob was coming to him courtesy of me being turned on by another man. Best to keep my mouth shut about that. And I could think of only one way to really keep my mouth shut. I smiled as I undid his pants.

  "Really," he said. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but you don't have to do this. I know how much you hate…"

  I looked up at him and grinned. "Shut up."

  With that I pulled his pants down. His cock sprang free. I very nearly went cross eyed staring at it. And yet deep down inside I was imagining it was Liam's cock staring at me. Liam's cock oozing pre-come as he felt the overwhelming desire to have my mouth. To take me and make me his.

  I leaned forward. Stuck my tongue out. I pressed against the spongy tip of my husband's cock that I'd explored so many times before with my pussy and with my fingers, but never with my mouth or my tongue. It was new. Different. Not as unpleasant as I thought.

  And at the last moment I chicken out. I tasted the salty mix of his pre-come on my tongue, and it was too much for me. The moment was too overwhelming. The sight, smell, and feeling of his cock right in front of me about to enter my mouth was entirely too much. And I pulled away. Recoiled, is more like it.

  "Honey? What's wrong?"

  I looked up at my husband. Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't explain it to him. How could I?

  I just got down on my knees in front of him and very nearly put his cock in my mouth, and all the while I was thinking about another man. Thinking about how much I wanted a sexy personal trainer’s cock in my mouth and not my husband's. And to top all of that off, when I was actually in the moment, when I was actually down there in front of Mark’s cock about to wrap my lips around it, I felt the panic that had overtaken me every time I thought about doing this roaring back to the surface once more.

  It was pretty fucking obvious in that moment that while I was turned on at the idea of getting with Liam, at the same time I was a little overwhelmed by the reality of the fantasy. It was pretty fucking obvious that it was a little too much way too fast.

  Tears started to spill from my eyes.

  "Seriously? What's wrong? You don't have to do this if you don't want," he said.

  If anything my husband acting so wonderful, being so perfectly understanding, just served to make everything worse. Here he was being so nice, so considerate, and all the while I'd been thinking about cheating on him. Hell, grabbing Liam’s cock had crossed the border into cheating, even if it was just a brief incursion into that territory. The thought of being with
another man had almost prompted me to do something I'd never considered before.

  How could one man who wasn’t my husband have that sort of hold on me? Sure we’d flirted, sure I’d watched him do his thing with the soccer mom brigade, but there was something different about it now.

  I couldn't help myself. The emotion of the moment was too overwhelming. The magnitude of the betrayal I'd committed, even if it was only a betrayal in my own head, was too much. And so I turned and ran for the bedroom. Slammed the door shut behind me. I couldn't take it. I couldn't look at my husband staring down at me with that earnest smile, genuinely wondering what was wrong with me and what he could do to make it better.

  There was only one thing that would make it better, and that was the last thing in the world that I should want as a married woman: Liam. What was wrong with me?

  So I threw myself on the bed. I tried to fight back the tears, but they were too much for me. I was still crying When the door opened and I felt my husband's presence in the room.

  I felt dread at that presence. This was one of those moments of truth in a relationship. There was no hiding from him. No telling him there was nothing wrong. He was going to ask questions, and I was pretty sure he wasn't going to care for the answers.

  Damn it. How could I ever let myself get into this situation? What was wrong with me?

  4: Permission

  "So do you want to tell me what's wrong?”

  I buried my face even deeper in the pillow. "Go away."

  I felt weight settling on the bed. Of course he wasn't going to go away just because I told him to go away. I was acting too damn suspicious.

  No. It wasn't that I was acting suspicious. The problem was I was lying on our bed with my face buried in a pillow sobbing, and my husband was the kind of nice guy who wasn't going to leave until he figured out exactly what was wrong. A nice guy. Maybe that was a part of the reason why I'd never done that for him, yet I suddenly found myself contemplating doing it with Liam who seemed to be the sort of guy that took what he wanted.