Taste Test: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  "Whatever it is Rachel, we can work through it together."

  I looked up at him. I figured I must have been one hell of a sight. Puffy eyes. Sobbing into the pillow. Tears streaming down my face and ruining my makeup. Makeup that had come off on my pillow. I grimaced.

  Oops.

  "I really don't think you'll like this," I said.

  He shrugged and tried to grin, but I could tell he was worried under the surface.

  "You just nearly gave me a blowjob! If whatever you're crying about caused that then how bad could it be?"

  "You know how you're always teasing me about getting turned on watching guys from the gym?"

  The smile disappeared from his face. Suddenly he looked deadly serious. I felt like his gaze was going to burn me to a crisp. The guilt in that moment was just that intense.

  "I wasn't teasing," he said.

  I blinked. And I felt a stab of irritation coupled with maybe just a little bit of anger.

  "You weren't? You mean you really think I'd cheat on you?"

  He took a deep breath. Suddenly looked as though he didn't want to say whatever he was about to say. The sudden turning of the tables was confusing. I was the one who was supposed to be upset about my secret. So why did Mark suddenly looked like he had a secret of his own? What was going on here?

  "Mark?"

  He sighed again. Suddenly looked resigned. The same look he had on his face whenever I caught him doing something. Like the time he bought a big-screen TV while he was off from work and then met me at the front door trying to head off the anger at the pass. Not that I'd been pissed off about the TV. The thing was pretty damn nice. It was more going behind my back that had annoyed me.

  I wondered why he’d have that look now. Even though I had one hell of a big secret of my own, I was curious about what was going on with my husband.

  "I wasn't joking about you with other guys. I was hoping."

  I blinked. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What could I say to that? What did that even mean?

  "What are you talking about?"

  "All those times I joked about you with another guy? I did that because the idea was hot. I kind of hoped it had actually happened!" He chuckled. "To be perfectly honest, when you came in tonight and were acting all weird, when you sidestepped that question, I kind of hoped…"

  My eyes narrowed. I searched his face for any sign that he was making this up. That he was pulling a joke on me. Hell, there was a part of me that very much worried this was all some act he was putting on. Trying to lull me into a false sense of security so I’d admit to the terrible things I'd done today. I imagined him turning on a dime from the smile to getting pissed off at me and threatening divorce.

  I quickly chided myself for even thinking my husband would be capable of something like that. He wasn't that devious. For that matter, he wasn't that much of an asshole. No, if he suspected something he'd just come out and say it.

  "You're completely serious, aren't you?"

  I couldn't help but allow some degree of incredulity to come to my voice. It's not like that was the sort of thing a girl heard every day. Guys were supposed to be wired to be jealous assholes when it came to another guy moving in on their girl. The last thing I expected to hear from my husband was that he was turned on by the idea of me with another guy. I felt as though my world had been flipped upside down for the second time in the same day.

  "I know it sounds crazy, but it's true," he said.

  I sighed. "Well in that case, do I have one hell of a story for you."

  And so I spilled. I told him everything. What happened between Liam and me. How we had a flirtation going on at work. How he'd come up to me today and started talking about blowjobs. How he came to Mark's defense, sort of, though I suppose to be perfectly honest he had one hell of an ulterior motive. He was ultimately trying to get his dick in me, in my mouth, after all.

  I ended with the show he put on in the training area, and by the time it was over Mark's cock was tenting up in his shorts. I reached out and touched it, surprised to feel a wet spot. Damn. He must've been really turned on to have that much pre-come leaking out!

  "This really is turning you on, isn't it?"

  Once more I couldn't hide the disbelief in my voice. Hearing him tell me this turned him on was one thing, but actually seeing it happen was another thing entirely. The physical confirmation of his arousal at the idea of me with another guy was incredible. I couldn't believe it.

  "I wasn't lying," he said, a degree of irritation coming into his own voice. I knew how much it irritated him when I didn't take what he said at face value the first time. It was something I constantly had to work on in our relationship.

  "So you're really not upset that I was flirting with Liam?"

  "He's the guy who's always walking around in those black muscle shirts, right? Always seems to have a new girl on his arm every week?"

  "I didn't know you paid that much attention when you visited me at work," I said.

  "Honey. I always pay attention to guys who have the hots for you."

  "You knew he had the hots for me?"

  "Of course I did! It was pretty obvious from the way he looks at you whenever I stop in to visit. Hell, from the way he glares at me. It always seemed like he was pissed off that I was with you and he wasn't."

  "Damn. I had no idea you were watching that closely."

  Mark shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a slave to this obsession, and watching guys watching you is about the only way I've been able to indulge it up until now."

  I cocked an eyebrow. Looked at him sideways. "Up until now? What exactly does that mean?"

  "It means exactly what you think it means. There's one hell of an opportunity here!"

  I felt panic rising inside me similar to the panic I'd felt when I was down in front of his cock. Was he serious? It was one thing to talk about a hypothetical fantasy scenario in the safety of our bedroom, but it was another thing entirely to go do the things he was no doubt contemplating.

  "Now wait just one damn minute…"

  "Why wait? It seems like you're into this, and I'm into it. What's not to like? It's perfect!"

  I put a hand on Mark's chest. "Hold on there bucko."

  I saw something new in his eyes that surprised me. Eagerness. Anticipation. And it was obvious to me in that moment that this was something he'd been thinking about, fantasizing about, for a long time. Maybe a lot longer than I'd been fantasizing about Liam, even. And now that he saw this opportunity he was reaching out to take it, never thinking about whether or not this was something he actually wanted to pursue.

  The last thing I wanted was for him to jump into something like this because he was thinking with his dick, only to come to the realization later that this was actually the last thing he wanted. That he didn't want to share me.

  I caught myself. I was a little shocked. I was thinking of this in terms of what Mark wanted. I never stopped to think if it was something I really wanted. No, I realized in that moment that I was absolutely certain that what I wanted was to have some fun with Liam. Or at least to try and have some fun with Liam. And if my husband was giving me permission to have that fun, who was I to second guess his desires?

  There was always the chance I would ultimately react the same way that I had with my husband, after all. There was no guarantee that the fantasy of getting with Liam and the reality of being down in front of him with his cock about to enter my mouth would end any differently than what had happened with Mark.

  "What are you worried about Rachel?"

  At least Mark suddenly sounded serious. I wanted him to take this seriously. I felt like we were going from zero to sixty. We were barreling towards a wall that could end our relationship only he didn't see it. Or he was too excited at the prospect of plowing right into that wall to stop and ask whether or not we actually should do it.

  "It just seems like a lot happening really fast," I said. "I mean earlier today I was flirting
with Liam and thinking it made me a terrible person, and now you're telling me it's turned you on the whole time? That I should've just gone ahead and blown him? Given him exactly what he wanted?"

  "Well… Yeah?"

  "And you don't realize how crazy that sounds?"

  Mark sighed. "I realize exactly how crazy it sounds Rachel. I've had a long time to think about this, and I know it's crazy every time I think about it. Every time I jerk off. Every time I imagine you with some guy from the gym. Do you have any idea what torture it was when you took that job? Knowing you'd be around those buff guys who were always working out? Always keeping themselves in perfect shape?"

  "How could I know? You never told me," I said, a hint of acid coming to my voice.

  The more I thought about this the more annoyed I got that he'd never thought to mention this fantasy. Though at the same time I could understand why he might be a little reluctant to bring it up. It was a little out there, as far as sexual fantasies went. Though I suppose it could be worse. It’s not like he was into some of the really weird stuff.

  "Look, do you want to have some fun with this guy?"

  I paused. Thought about that. Gave it serious consideration. It had been all I'd thought about all afternoon. All evening.

  "Yes."

  "And I definitely want you to have some fun with him, so what's wrong?"

  "It all seems so crazy…"

  Mark reached out and took my hand. "Crazy, but it's not like you're doing anything too crazy. It's just a blowjob, after all."

  I shook my head. "I don't know about that. If anything it seems like doing that with him, something I've never done with you, is crossing an even bigger line than fucking him!"

  Mark laughed and shook his head. "Maybe so, but it's still really damn hot. And I'm perfectly okay with you going ahead and trying it. Maybe afterwards you could come back and show me a little bit of what you learn with him?"

  I took a deep breath. Sighed. This was the part where I probably should have told him there was no way this was happening, but there was also a part of me that was intrigued by the idea. Maybe a little turned on, as well.

  "I'll think about it. How's that?"

  "I suppose that's good enough," he said.

  Boy was I going to think about it. My head was swimming from the possibilities opening up in front of me!

  5: Temptation

  I was still thinking about it the next day when I was stuck in the afternoon doldrums once more. There was one lady working out near the back of the gym, but otherwise the place was empty.

  Liam didn't even have his usual group of women streaming in. A fresh batch of snow and ice the night before meant even the craziest trophy wives in their four-wheel drive SUVs that they thought made them invincible in bad weather wasn't going to brave the roads.

  "Pretty boring today, isn't it?" Liam asked.

  I turned and wanted to sigh in frustration. I wanted to grin. I wanted to get down on my knees and consummate some of the naughty thoughts that had been running through my mind ever since our conversation yesterday.

  Especially since my eye opening conversation with my husband.

  "I'm surprised you came in. Not much opportunity for work today. Looks like the other trainers decided to take the day off."

  "That's the difference between the other trainers and me. I'm always willing to be here for someone who really needs me."

  Liam's eyes raked over my body and left absolutely no doubt as to exactly who he thought needed him in that moment. And to be perfectly honest he was right. I needed him in the worst way. I needed to feel him against me. I needed to feel his cock sliding into my mouth. I needed to explore this fantasy that I'd been too afraid to explore with my husband the night before, but I wasn't going to let on to that. Not yet. I figured I’d make him work for it.

  Liam looked over his shoulder to the back of the gym. Almost on cue the lady back there working on weights, though when I say “weights” I mean she was doing some curls with a two pounder which wasn't exactly strenuous exercise, finished and headed towards the lockers.

  "And that's that. The joy of working in a place where the owner refuses to close during a fucking blizzard."

  "It's not all that bad, now is it Rachel?" he asked.

  I turned to him again and raised an eyebrow. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

  He licked his lips. Looked me up and down again. "I think you know exactly what that's supposed to mean. Have you given any more thought to what we talked about yesterday?"

  "You mean the part where you tried to get me to cheat on my husband and blow you? Oh yeah, I've been thinking about it all the time!"

  I rolled my eyes to let him know exactly what I thought of that. I prayed that rolling my eyes would cover up exactly what I thought about that.

  "You're lying," he said.

  I blinked. "How do you know?"

  "Let's just say I have plenty of experience. I know when I'm looking at a woman who’s denying herself something she really wants."

  He moved in closer. His hands moved to the counter on either side of me, boxing me in. I felt his cock against my ass. I was in a pair of yoga pants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I'd worn them today in the hopes of showing off, though I hadn't anticipated him coming up behind me and acting like this!

  I'd dreamed, I'd hoped, but I certainly hadn't thought it would actually happen.

  "What are you doing Liam?" I hissed. "Someone could come out and see us at any moment!"

  "You mean like somebody could have seen me with Amber yesterday? Oh wait, someone did see me with Amber. And it seemed like she enjoyed the show."

  I squeezed my eyes shut and took in a deep breath. Let it out in a long shuddering gasp. God his cock felt so good pressed against me. One of his hands wrapped around my stomach. Danced up and down leaving a trail of fire wherever it ran. Moved up to cup one of my tits, to roll a thumb around my nipple which was straining out against my tank top.

  God this was so wrong, and so hot at the same time.

  "We shouldn't…"

  "You're hiding something from me," he said. "What is it?"

  "Am I really that obvious?"

  I snapped my mouth shut as soon as the words left my mouth. Was I being obvious? Maybe, maybe not, but asking him if I was being obvious was as good as admitting to it! I needed to get my running mouth under control. I needed to get this whole situation under control.

  I considered what Mark talked about last night. I'd thought about doing this with Liam, but this was all going fast. Far too fast for comfort. Though from the way I was weak in the knees and moist between the legs it seemed like this was going at just the right speed as far as my body was concerned.

  Liam pinched one of my nipples almost to the point of pain, but somehow it felt so damn good.

  "Tell me what it is Rachel," he said.

  I glanced over my shoulder to the lockers, but that lady wasn't coming out. She could walk out at any moment and catch us, though, and for some reason that thought excited me even more than it worried me. I glanced out to the parking lot which was a blinding white light of reflected sunlight off of snow, but there were no cars pulling in there.

  "I told my husband about our conversation yesterday," I whispered.

  His grip loosened on my breast, but he didn't stop massaging. Meanwhile his other hand moved down to my hip. He pulled me against him. He wasn't even being subtle about grinding his cock against me.

  No, I was being dry humped against the counter, and I loved it. This was going way too fast, but I didn't care. I was getting washed away in a torrent of emotion. I was powerless to stop him. I wondered if this was how some of the trophy wives he bagged felt when he was with them. I certainly felt a new sympathy for them that I never had before.

  "Really now? And why would you tell your husband about that?"

  "Because I tried to give him a blowjob last night."

  "Tried? What happened?"

  "I had
it right in front of me, and…"

  "Couldn't do it?"

  The hand he’d been using to hold my hip against his cock moved forward. Slipped inside the front of my yoga pants. My eyes widened in surprise. Panic rose inside me, but only for a moment. I glanced around once more to make sure nobody was watching, but the coast was clear.

  "You really shouldn't be doing this," I said.

  "Really now? Because I think I should."

  "But my husband…"

  "Is probably into this. He'd probably get off if he knew what I was doing to you right now…" he whispered as he nuzzled my neck.

  His finger parted my lips and pressed inside me. I gasped. I felt as though I was going to lose consciousness. Stars danced in front of my vision and I found myself curling my fingers against the counter. My breath came in quick ragged gasps. Holy shit. I was actually coming, and he'd barely done more than brush his fingers against my pussy! Damn!

  "How…" I had to pause for a moment. Tried to regain some of my composure. Not that I had much composure to begin with considering what he was doing to me. "How do you know that?"

  It was like the man was psychic. It was like he could read my mind. The whole experience kind of freaked me out, but I was too distracted to give it too much thought.

  "Because I've been with so many married women," he said.

  It was a statement of fact. Not even a hint of a boast. A shark swims and eats fish. The sky is blue. The weather outside was cold and snowy. He slept with married women who gladly threw themselves at him. All simple statements of how the world worked.

  "So?"

  "So I know exactly when a husband is a turned on by the idea of his old lady with another guy," he whispered. "If he really had a problem he'd be down here challenging me to a fight or some other macho bullshit. You’d tell me to fuck off. You definitely wouldn't let me do this…"

  I had to hold onto the counter for dear life. I needed to hold onto something. Because I was in serious danger of completely losing it. I squeezed my eyes shut, but I didn't dare do that for too long. No, there was too much risk of someone walking through in and seeing me in this weird state.