Taste Test: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  And she loved them.

  “I’m sure your boss would love to see you in an outfit like that,” I said.

  “I’m sure he would. You should hear the things he said about me when I finally added him on social media and he looked through some of my old albums from Spring Break back in college,” she said.

  I cocked an eyebrow at that. “Oh yeah? I don’t think you’ve ever told me about this one.”

  Leslie’s hand snaked out from her side of the car and then her fingers were walking up and down the length of my rapidly hardening cock. I loved it when she told me stories like this. She knew I loved it, and I was wondering why she hadn’t told me about this encounter in particular.

  “I didn’t,” she said. “I wanted to make sure and save it for a special time, like maybe when we were going to be out of town for awhile and I knew we could be more adventurous than usual?”

  I liked the sound of that. She was already pretty adventurous when it came to this fantasy. I was pretty sure she got off on showing off as much as I got off on watching her show off. She was always the best at saving these stories for the perfect moment when we were in the middle of dirty talk, and to be perfectly honest I was a little disappointed that she was telling me this in the car now when we couldn’t do anything about it, couldn’t relieve some of the tension that was building in our small car, rather than later tonight when we hit the hotel and had plenty of time to work through the sexual energy that was positively crackling between us.

  “So what did he say about your pictures?” I asked.

  “Oh he was wondering if I still looked as good in a bikini today as I did back then,” she said.

  My mouth really was dry. I had to swallow just to get some saliva going. I had to blink and shake my head to make sure there was still enough blood going to my brain where I was concentrating on driving, because there seemed to be a very real danger of all of it shooting down to my cock in that electric moment and the last thing I needed was to pass out from a case of rapid onset fantasy induced priapism.

  I wasn’t even sure if that was a thing or if that was exactly the right way to use that word, but it was sure as hell how I felt with her hands dancing up and down my cock as I thought about her dirty old boss talking to her like that and risking a sexual harassment lawsuit.

  Not that it was much of a risk. No, Leslie knew how much I got off on that sort of thing and so the only reason he was willing to say something like that was precisely because it had been encouraged over the years because she knew it would provide fantasy material.

  At least I assumed she actually went through with it. It had occurred to me on more than one occasion that she could just be making everything up, but she always claimed she was telling the truth when I asked her about it.

  “So was that all?” I asked.

  “Unfortunately yes,” she said. “But I thought if we were going to be a little more adventurous this weekend then we should probably start with a baseline.”

  I looked at her with a curious expression and she grinned and nodded. That was the second time she’d mentioned being more adventurous this weekend. What did that mean? More adventurous than the fantasy and the dirty talk that we usually indulged in? Her telling me that story about her boss was a nice “baseline,” as she put it that was pretty much as hot and heavy as we ever got into this fantasy.

  That she was saying that was the starting point for this weekend really had my mind working on overdrive to the point that I was having trouble paying attention to the road. She had me wondering what could possibly be planned for the weekend.

  “So what sort of adventures did you have in mind exactly?” I asked.

  I pulled the car into the passing lane as we came up on a semi that was, of course, going slower than the flow of traffic. This particular stretch of road between two cities was notorious for semis creating bottlenecks, though it was usually the fault of idiot drivers who didn’t know how to share the road more than it was the fault of the drivers.

  As we passed the truck and I waited for Leslie’s answer she started to do something curious. She grinned at me and then she yawned. Started to stretch. Her hands went up over her head as we were coming up to the cab and I saw that her halter top was riding up showing off her delicious slim stomach and even her belly button. Once more I found it very difficult to concentrate on the road in front of me considering the sexy show that was taking place right beside me.

  If she kept this up for much longer then we were going to have to stop at a rest area to get rid of some of this tension!

  It was when we were even with the cab that I got the real surprise that very nearly had me swerving off the road from distraction. Her hands shot down and then she was lifting up revealing more and more of her stomach. Pulling up until her halter top was even with the bottom of her breasts.

  I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. That was a shirt that had one built into the straps. So when she pulled up on it I could see the gentle curve of her tits under. She held that there for a moment and then she looked up and with a chill that very nearly had me coming in my pants I realized that she was looking directly up at the truck driver.

  At least I assumed she was looking directly up at the truck driver. I thought back to stories I’d read online about life on the road. Stories about how truckers could see everything going on in the cars below because of their high vantage point. All it would take was the guy in that truck, at least I assumed it was a guy though I suppose it could be a woman and the whole show would be wasted, looking down and he would be getting an eyeful that was tantalizingly close to seeing my wife’s tits.

  Would he look down? Would she pull her halter top up the rest of the way? Would this delicious moment culminate in another man getting to stare at my wife’s tits?

  I got at least one part of that question answered as the truck let out a long blast on its horn leaving no doubt in my mind that they were seeing what was going on in the car below. Leslie smiled out the window, winked, and then she was pulling her shirt down.

  I let out a sigh. My blood was pumping so hard that I could hear it in my ears. I saw stars dancing in front of my vision. I couldn’t believe she’d just done that. It was everything I’d ever fantasized about seeing her doing and yet at the same time we’d never gone that far before.

  Yeah, if that was any taste of what was happening on this weekend away then I was in for one hell of a good time.

  The truck honked one more time as we moved past him and I got into the lane again. He gave me a thumbs up in the rear view mirror and I gave him a thumbs up before accelerating away.

  That had been so fucking hot, and yet at the same time I was a little disappointed that it hadn’t gone farther than that. That she hadn’t gone all the way with her little display.

  “Damn Leslie,” I said. “What brought that on?”

  “I told you we were going to have some adventures this weekend, didn’t I?”

  2: Trucker's Delight

  In some ways I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. I’m not sure why I decided that this weekend of all weekends was going to be the time to really let loose.

  Maybe it was because we hadn’t had a vacation like this in so very long. Maybe it was because I hadn’t gotten to show off or play the game like we used to and there was a part of me that missed it. That missed showing off. That missed how hot Kyle got when he saw me showing off.

  So that impulse to be a little naughty had started with digging up some clothes I hadn’t worn since we got out of college a good five years ago. I figured it was a testament to how hard I’d worked at staying in shape that I could still fit into these shorts and the halter top.

  And I still looked damn good in them even if I was saying so myself, thank you very much.

  I looked in the side mirror at the truck which was rapidly dwindling away behind us. After what I’d done I almost expected Kyle to keep pace with the truck for awhile, but I was glad he’d moved on. I was being a bit mor
e brazen than I’d been in the past, crossing lines that I knew he probably wanted me to but I’d never seriously considered it before, and part of the reason why I was able to cross those lines was because we were on the highway where I could do a little tease and then we would be past whoever I was teasing and never see them again.

  That somehow made it seem safe to me even though I knew the open road by definition probably wasn’t the best place to try something like this for the first time. A lot of weirdos out there, but at least this way we had the added ability to get the hell away from those weirdos if we needed to.

  I thought about the look on that trucker’s face. He was an older guy, not attractive in the least and definitely not the kind of guy I’d give the time of day to even in a hypothetical world where I wasn’t married and I was willing to give guys the time of day.

  No, he wasn’t an attractive man, but there was something about the situation that turned me on regardless. The idea of being so naughty and showing myself off like this coupled with knowing how much it was probably turning Kyle on combined with the thought that I was probably way hotter than any girl that guy ever saw outside a computer monitor to really get the juices flowing.

  I shivered just thinking back on it. Damn!

  “So did you enjoy my little show?” I asked.

  “Hell yeah I did!” Kyle said. He did a little involuntary shiver of his own and I smiled. Good. He was enjoying it just as much as I was which I figured was a good sign.

  I looked ahead. We’d been driving for a good half hour since that first display and for a wonder there hadn’t been any more trucks along the way. That was one rule I’d set before we set out on this trip even if Kyle didn’t know I was setting rules. Truck drivers seemed safe enough. I didn’t want to show off for some guy driving along in a minivan with his wife sitting right next to him and his kids sitting behind him though.

  No, the last thing I wanted to do was be responsible for some massive wreck because I distracted some poor son-of-a-bitch.

  There was a truck coming up now though. I glanced over and Kyle’s cock was already rock hard in his pants. It was obvious sticking up and creating a tent that couldn’t be comfortable for him, but he was just going to have to get used to it. Part of the appeal of doing this was knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, wouldn’t be able to give himself a hand, as it were, while he was busy concentrating on driving.

  It was all part of the fun and all part of the tease. His mouth opened and it seemed his breathing was picking up as he settled into the passing lane and accelerated just a little. He glanced over and I could see the question in his eyes even if he didn’t ask it outright.

  Was his wife going to be naughty again? Was she going to put on a show for this truck drive just like she had the last guy? That was a good question, and of course the answer was “yes” but it’s not like he had to know about it until we were actually alongside the driver.

  That was all part of the fun!

  “So you wouldn’t mind if I maybe gave this driver a little show too baby?” I asked. I made sure to put an extra pout on my face as I asked as though I was trying to get him to give into my point of view by dialing up the sexy. Not that I needed to worry about getting his permission for this. I knew I already had that.

  “Of course not,” he croaked out. He seemed to be having trouble talking. Good. That meant I was really getting to him.

  As we got closer to the cab I reached down and started pulling up on my top, conscious of Kyle’s eyes on me as he tried to watch both me and the road at the same time. It occurred to me that this might be just a little dangerous distracting him like that, and so I reached out and pointed for him to keep his eyes on the road which he did.

  Sort of.

  I pulled up exposing some of my stomach and leaned back like I had with the last truck looking up at the cab. God I was already getting so hot just thinking about the reaction before it even happened. Thinking of the look that would cross the guy’s face as he glanced down out of habit never thinking there would truly be anything interesting going on in the car next to him and then getting the surprise of a lifetime by seeing some tight hottie pulling her shirt up.

  It felt so wrong, it felt so slutty, and it felt so hot!

  That hot feeling lasted right up to the moment that I got a good look at the driver and then I was hot because I was blushing rather than hot out of any sort of arousal. I started pulling down on my shirt but not before the older lady who was driving glanced down and did a double take at the sight that greeted her, though it wasn’t the sort of double take I’d imagined. No, that was pure surprise rather than the arousal I was hoping for.

  The driver grinned, shook her head, and then wagged her finger at me before Kyle hit the accelerator and the car was past with my embarrassment firmly behind us.

  “What happened?” Kyle asked.

  Well that explained why he accelerated like that. He must have been watching me and sensed that something was wrong and accelerated. I was so embarrassed, but that wasn’t going to stop me from moving forward with the next truck we passed.

  “The driver was a lady,” I said. I slumped down in my seat and crossed my arms in front of me. It wasn’t supposed to work out like that, damn it.

  Kyle barked out a laugh before getting a serious mask on his face. I gave him a warning glance but didn’t say anything else. It really was kind of funny now that I thought about it and now that I wasn’t looking up at that lady wagging a scolding finger at me.

  Still, damn. I guess that was part of the territory playing with a fantasy like this though.

  “So does that mean the fun is over for now?” Kyle asked with a sigh that let me know exactly how he felt about the fun being over.

  “Hell no,” I said. “There’s another truck up there and they can’t all have lady drivers.”

  “Gotcha,” Kyle said, and then he was accelerating again. Ten minutes later we were pulling up alongside the semi with clear roads ahead and behind other than the trucks in the right lane. This isn’t something I would’ve felt comfortable trying if we were in the middle of heavy traffic both because of the danger and because I didn’t want anyone in a regular car to see me for some reason. Was that a little fucked up? Was it splitting hairs? Sure, but I didn’t care.

  “Pull up alongside this one,” I said. “I want to make sure so we don’t have another incident.”

  Kyle obliged by pulling up next to the tractor giving me a good look before I did anything potentially embarrassing again. Looking up I saw gray hair, but the last truck proved that didn’t mean anything. Then the driver turned and looked down at me and did a double take, but not because it was a lady seeing a pretty girl trying to take her clothes off.

  No, that was a guy, decently good looking compared to the other guy I saw which honestly wasn’t saying much, and the look he gave me was strictly the look of a guy who was seeing a girl and liking what he saw. And why not? I was fucking hot. Maybe that was egotistical, but I spent enough time exercising to make sure that was the case and I figured I could enjoy the confidence boost that came from that.

  The car started to pull forward as the truck driver grinned at me and I held out a hand to stop Kyle.

  “Sorry,” he said. “I figured that was a no-go since you weren’t saying anything.”

  “Oh no,” I said. “This one is definitely a go. Are you ready?”

  Kyle licked his lips and his eyes left the road long enough to run up and down my body. I knew enough about his fantasies, about what he liked, to know exactly what he was thinking. The same thing I was thinking. That it was hot having another guy staring at me with pure lust, wanting me, needing me.

  “I’m ready,” he said. The car slowed a bit as he started pacing the truck. I looked up and the driver was glancing down again with a grin on his face.

  Oh yeah, I think he knew what was going on when a car slowed down like that and started pacing him. My pulse quickened as I thought a
bout what I was about to do even as his grin widened as my hands moved up to the tie holding my halter top on. It was time. This was the moment of truth. I was about to cross a line we never had before while playing this game. Sure it wasn’t much of a line since it was just flashing a guy, but it sure as hell felt major from the way my body was reacting and going into an aroused overdrive!

  The tie came undone in my hands and I hesitated for one moment longer. I could always stop. I could just tie it back up. I could forget all about this craziness and we could go on to our destination and never think about it again.

  I looked up at the trucker who was glancing down every few seconds while trying to keep his eyes on the road at the same time and admittedly doing a better job of it than my husband who was glancing over at me then back to the road and swerving ever so slightly, but not to the point that I felt we were in any danger with a wide open road all around us.

  I didn’t think. I just did. I let the straps holding my halter top on fall down and then my tits sprang free. My nipples were straining out in the cool air conditioned air. They were straining out because I was so turned on knowing there were two sets of eyes on me devouring the sight. My husband sitting next to me probably not believing I was actually doing something like this and that trucker next to us staring down at what was probably one of the nicer pairs of tits he’d seen on the road even if I was tooting my own horn.

  What can I say? I had a nice set of tits. I figured it wasn’t egotistical to think that if it was just the truth.

  “What’s he doing?” Kyle asked.

  I looked from my husband up to the trucker who was staring down at me intently. I winked up to him and he licked his lips and then gave me a thumbs up.

  “He’s staring down at me,” I said. “Probably thinking about what he’d like to do to my tits if he was seeing me in person.”

  “Yeah? Thinking about how much he wants to fuck you?”

  I sighed. I really was getting hot from this. Ridiculously hot. I didn’t know it would be possible for me to get this turned on just from a little bit of exhibitionism, but here we were. If I’d known it would be this much fun I might have tried this a long time ago! Damn!