Her New Boss: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  I arched an eyebrow at him. I looked down at my watch. If he didn’t plan on seeing the speech then he was going to have to get out of here pretty quick. It wouldn’t be very long before “old Albert” took the stage and started talking about how much this charity meant to him because a similar charity saved his life as a young man. I thought it was a touching speech, but leave it to Ryan to not care about something like human emotion or anything aside from money and getting more of it.

  Well, that wasn’t entirely fair. He also seemed pretty concerned with sex judging from the experiences we’d had. And I didn’t exactly mind that obsession. It had been pretty fun, after all, but the more I learned about this guy the more I realized he really was no good for anything other than a little bit of fun. He definitely wasn’t relationship material, no matter how much he seemed to enjoy taking potshots at my husband and insinuating that I could find a better man. As far as I was concerned I was already with the better man and he was just a convenient sex toy to with a major asshole attached to a fairly skilled cock.

  Ryan glanced around, presumably to make sure there was nobody within earshot. Of course that was impossible at an event like this. There were people surrounding us on all sides. The noise from everybody talking was also loud enough that it was safe to assume nobody could hear us.

  Once he seemed satisfied that nobody was trying to listen in Ryan leaned closer. “So are we doing this?”

  “I don’t know,” Derek said. “You got the guts?”

  “Damn right I do. Kristi and I are going to go have some fun. She’s going to text you to tell you where you need to be and follow the directions if you want to see this,” he said.

  I looked over to Derek to see if there was any indication he wanted to back out. All he had to do is say no and I wouldn’t go along with it. We’d be done. Only there was something burning in his eyes, there was lust there. And I knew in that moment that he was going to go through with this no matter how cocky Ryan got. He wanted to see this too much. We’d gone too far with this guy.

  Was it rational? Was it responsible? Probably not, but it wouldn’t be the first time somebody did something stupid in the heat of the moment because they were thinking with the wrong piece of anatomy.

  I was surprised to realize that I wanted to do it too. Sure Ryan was being a bit of an asshole, but like I said at this point I was thinking of him as nothing more than a flesh and blood sex toy. He was a part of the game Derek and I were playing with one another and nothing more. That’s all he meant to me. I so wanted to go off and have fun with my toy while my husband watched.

  And if it turned out that toy was starting to turn into more trouble than it was worth when we were done having our fun tonight, well you could throw out a defective toys couldn’t you?

  So I allowed Ryan to take me by the hand. I allowed him to lead me over to a bank of elevators that went up to our offices on the second floor. Only I wasn’t going to work now. No, this was definitely going to be interesting.

  I turned as we stepped onto the elevators and had one last view of Derek standing there with an intense mixture of anger and lust written plain on his face. Then the doors closed and it was just Ryan and me alone together.

  20: Moment of Truth

  I paced back and forth in front of the bank of elevators not quite sure what to do with myself. I was so nervous. I had ice in the pit of my stomach. I’d glance at the elevators and wonder if they were going to magically reappear and I’d have missed the whole show, but that didn’t happen.

  I looked at my watch. They couldn’t have been gone for more than five minutes, tops. Definitely not enough time for them to get up to anything. I hoped.

  I jumped when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I quickly fumbled and pulled it out. Swiped the screen and saw a text. From Kristi. I sighed in relief. So they weren’t going off and have their fun without me. Not that I thought for a moment that Kristi would pull something like that, but that definitely seemed like the sort of thing this Ryan guy would try to pull. He was a handy outlet for this fantasy, but I didn’t trust him.

  Still, he was a convenient expedient for tonight at least. I glanced down at my phone. The message popped up even before I unlocked it.

  “Come up to the second floor. Follow the lights.”

  I chuckled to myself. The second floor? Well then. It looked like the little princeling of Arnold Finance hadn’t risen very far if he wasn’t near the top floor. Whatever. I hit the button on the elevator and slipped inside when nobody was looking. I had a feeling these elevators were supposed to be off-limits for the evening’s festivities anyways.

  Not that anyone would probably try to stop me anyways.

  I stepped onto the second floor and it took a moment to get my bearings. Follow the lights. I’d been here a couple of times when I was visiting Kristi for lunch. Only the place looked very different now. It was completely dark. No noise. No bustle of people walking around or gossiping.

  No, scratch that. It wasn’t completely dark. There was a light on in the cubicle right in front of me. I walked over and looked through the entrance, wondering if I was about to see my wife in the opening throes of passion with another man.

  Only there was nothing when I looked into the cubicle. Just a small desk lamp that had been turned on. I stepped out into the hall between the cubes and looked around. Damn. Even standing in the middle of a cubicle farm like this was enough to make me thank my lucky stars I was able to lead the lifestyle that I enjoyed.

  There was a light on down the way a little bit. I moved down that cube but once again they weren’t there. It was just another desk lamp that had been turned on. I raised an eyebrow. Somebody had gone to a lot of trouble to make sure I’d be able to find my way to wherever the hell they were hiding. So I continued following the trail of light.

  The floor was set up with cubicles around an exterior rectangle with a big rectangle in the center that housed offices, a break room, a copy room, things like that. I followed the trail of light around to the far end of the cubicle farm and then I saw a light on in the middle rather than in a cubicle. I arched my eyebrow and my blood started pumping. I had a feeling this was it. After so many fantasies, after waiting so long, I was suddenly nervous at having this fantasy fulfilled.

  I approached cautiously as though I was coming up on some sort of dangerous animal. And in a way I was approaching something very dangerous, though it was something that was dangerous to my relationship, to my marriage, rather than something that was going to attack me with big nasty claws. The light was coming from an office with wide windows looking out on the cubicles. Talk about a shitty view, but I hoped my view in would be much better. I looked through the window.

  I was looking in on an office. A rather large office. Kristi’s cube wasn’t far from this spot. This was the office that had been occupied by old man Johnson the last time I visited, but I assumed it had been taken over by Ryan in the meantime.

  And they were together on the other side of that window. Making out like a couple of teenagers going at it for the first time. I felt my cock twitch as I saw that and I moved to open the door. The door handle rattled but didn’t move. I felt anger rising as Ryan pulled away from making out with my wife, though one of his hands kept groping her tits, just long enough to look at me and smile. A wide cocky grin that communicated a clear message: he was the one in charge here.

  Kristi turned to follow Ryan’s gaze and she smiled when she saw me standing on the other side of the window. It really wasn’t a bad view, I could see everything, but it was the principle of the thing. She turned to the door handle when I rattled it again and she turned back to Ryan who said something. I couldn’t quite make out the words, it was more of a mumbled conversation. Kristi looked back to me and raised an eyebrow. The meaning was clear. Ryan wanted me out of the office while they were doing this. The question was, was I still going to go ahead with it?

  I knew that I should put a stop to this right here and now. I knew that I
should put my foot down and let him know who was in charge. He was breaking the rules, after all. Only I couldn’t deny how I felt. I couldn’t deny how turned on I was. I definitely couldn’t deny how rock hard my cock was as I looked at my wife with her younger boss.

  That monster, the one that had taken charge so many times before over the past couple of weeks, was asserting itself in a major way. And I knew with a sense of defeat that I wasn’t going to stop them. He was breaking the rules but I wasn’t going to do anything about it.

  Not yet.

  There would be a reckoning, but right now I needed to see this. I had to see this. There was no way I was going to put an end to it now that my fantasy was finally happening right in front of me, even if it wasn’t happening in quite the way I’d imagined.

  I locked eyes with Kristi and nodded. She looked at me for a moment longer to make sure I was serious, but there was something about the lust in her eyes that told me she very much wanted to go ahead with this as well. It appeared I wasn’t the only person who was trapped in the throes of the impossible lust that had taken control of both of us. We both wanted this. We both wanted to go through with it.

  It was nice that she took the time to make sure I was okay with it though. The whole humiliation angle had never been my thing, though I knew a lot of other guys who were into this fantasy got off on it. Which was fine, just not my cup of tea.

  Than seemed to be all they needed to continue. Ryan flashed a triumphant grin, though I’m not sure what he thought he was triumphing over. At every step of the way we’d made it absolutely clear that he was just an addition to our relationship, and yet he was carrying on like he was stealing my wife from me. Of course indulging him in that particular bit of fantasy was turning me on. I couldn’t deny how hard my cock was.

  Still, if we did this again we definitely weren’t going to do it with some cocky trust fund brat who seemed to think the whole world was his to command even when all evidence was to the contrary.

  But right now I was more concerned with the show than with all that bullshit. I was more concerned with the way his hand was moving inside her dress. We paid a pretty penny for that but it was worth every cent as far as I was concerned as I watched him feeling her up. She wasn’t wearing a bra and his eyes widened as he discovered that. A hand cupped my wife’s tit and started kneading. His other hand behind to around her neck. He yanked and the whole thing came loose. In one quick pull my wife’s tits were exposed.

  I knew objectively that he’d seen them before, but seeing him seeing her leaning against his desk topless with her dress bunched around her stomach was almost enough to make me blow my load. I started moving my hand up and down my cock as I watched them carrying on in there. He shrugged off his tuxedo jacket and then her arms were moving up to unbutton his shirt.

  I licked my lips. I moved my hand up and down my cock even faster. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I couldn’t believe I was finally witnessing this. I was watching the world’s greatest porno and the world’s hottest woman, at least as far as I was concerned, was the star. I’d fantasized about this for so long, wanted it for so very long, that it was almost too much for me now that it was finally happening!

  Kristi finished unbuttoning his shirt and she pulled it to the side revealing his chest. He was well muscled and it looked like he had a six pack. He obviously took care of himself. He looked like he might be just a little smaller than I was, but not by much. And I had to respect how much time he probably had to spend in the gym to look like that. Then again he probably had plenty of time to spend in the gym since he didn’t have to make money the usual way.

  Having control of a schedule was something I was more than familiar with considering my art and charity work.

  Ryan was acting like a possessed man as he has devoured my wife’s mouth. His hands moved back to her tits and then their bodies were pressing together. I gasped at that contact. I gasped as I saw her delicious nipples pressing against his chest. He was so rock hard, she was so soft, and it was a perfect juxtaposition. He pulled away and then his face was buried in between her tits, but not before he turned to look at me. It was a challenging look. As though he was a man who was staking a claim on my territory. That made my cock throb. I still wasn’t into the humiliation thing, but seeing another man with his head buried in between my wife’s tits was amazing in its own right.

  His hands moved down and Kristi’s head moved back. Her mouth was wide open and I could hear her moans even through the glass. She sounded ridiculously turned on. Those moans were so familiar, and yet they sounded somehow different coming from her as she was being pleasured by another man. His hands moved up under her dress down below and I leaned forward, licked my lips as I watched. I unzipped my pants and moved my hand into my boxers. He moved his hands up and her dress moved up along with. Inch after inch of her gorgeous smooth thighs were revealed as his hands ran along them.

  Another man’s hands were running along my wife’s legs. Running up to her ass. Her eyes went wide for a moment and I had no doubt that he’d just given her a little squeeze as he made contact with her ass. I wondered what kind of underwear she was wearing tonight. She hadn’t shown me when she got out of the shower, saying something about wanting it to be a surprise.

  I was starting to get uncomfortable just standing here, and so I darted into the nearest cubicle and pulled out a chair. I had a brief fleeting thought for the poor son of a bitch who had no idea I’d be jerking off in their chair over the weekend, but whatever. I was too turned on to give a fuck. I was too focused on my wife being manhandled by this guy.

  He yanked and I heard her gasp again. Her panties came into view. I licked my lips. A bright red thong that matched her bright red dress. A ridiculously expensive dress that was definitely looking very disheveled now what with it being bunched up down below her tits and bunched up above her waist revealing part of her ass but not the entire thing. Ryan pulled her bright red thong panties off and gave them a sniff before tossing them to the side. It was obvious he’d forgotten all about me out here. No, he only had eyes for my wife. For her gorgeous body that he was dominating completely.

  Kristi’s hand moved out and I had the sublime pleasure of watching my wife’s delicate fingers fumbling at another man’s belt. Unzipping his pants which fell to the ground. She reached into his boxers and fished out his cock.

  I had my cock out and I was jerking it furiously as I watched. My body was on fire. I was filled with an incredible heat as I watched my wife getting naughty right in front of me like this! Over and over I jerked my cock as over and over in my mind I thought about how I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe I was actually witnessing my beautiful sweet Kristi being dominated completely by another man.

  He pushed her back over his massive wooden desk and her slim body was laid out across the entire desk, her beautiful perky tits pressing up and heaving as he reached out and tweaked one of her nipples. She let out a cry that sounded halfway between pain and pleasure, and I almost tried to break my way in, but she looked over and smiled. That was enough all clear for me. For the moment.

  Then the moment of truth came. He lined up his cock at the entrance to her pussy. And at that moment it became obvious he hadn’t forgotten me at all.

  He turned and grinned at me as he started sliding his cock inside my wife. I had a clear view as he entered my wife. As his cock moved up inside her. I licked my lips as inch after inch of his rock hard cock disappeared inside her.

  Then he was buried to the hilt. And he didn’t stop grinning at me the entire time. No, he had a huge smile that told me he was enjoying this, and he wasn’t just enjoying the physical act of fucking my wife. No, there was no doubt in my mind that in his mind he was taking Kristi. He was making her his entirely. I have to admit that the thought made me hot even if it wasn’t true.

  At least I hoped it wasn’t true. From the way Kristi was tossing her head back and forth in the throes of passion I fo
und myself worrying for the first time that there might actually be a chance this guy was going to swipe her out from under me. And that jealousy just added to the intense feeling of arousal that I felt as I continued jerking my cock.

  His cock pulled out of my wife, slick with her juices, and then he plunged inside her. Her tits bounced. I almost wished I’d brought something along to record this moment, but I would have to settle for having this sight burned into my memory for all eternity. I worked my cock furiously in time with their fucking. With him moving in and out of her over and over.

  Ryan had pulled his attention away from me. He was intent on Kristi. He was looking up and down her body, devouring her form, as he plowed into her over and over. I willed him to fuck her harder. Her head was tossing from side to side and I saw her shaking and shuddering with the telltale signs of one hell of an orgasm. I urged them on. I urged them to fuck harder.

  Kristi threw her head back and I very nearly came as I listened to her screaming. It seemed impossible that they couldn’t hear her at the reception down below. I imagined everybody turning and looking as they heard an otherworldly scream coming seemingly from nowhere. I knew it was impossible for them to hear her down there, especially over the noise of the late-night party, but it still aroused me to think about people potentially hearing my wife’s forbidden lovemaking with her cocky boss.

  Her body thrashed on his desk and his face was a portrait of intent concentration. It was obvious he was getting close as well. Hell, I was getting damn close! He moved from short bursts in and out of my wife to long slow loving strokes. I knew this was it. This was the moment of truth. Kristi looked up at him, her eyes widened, her mouth opened as she gasped for breath, and he buried himself inside her one final time. He held himself against her, held her legs in a white knuckled grip.

  I watched in fascination. I felt my own body bucking under that sight. Bucking as I exploded all over my hand. As my cum shot out with a force more powerful than I’d ever felt before.