by Lexi Archer
Contents
What's A Hotwife?
1: Come Sail Away
2: Fantasies Revealed
3: The Cove
4: Innocent Swim
5: Fantasies in the Flesh
6: Infidelity
7: Entrapment
More from Lexi Archer
What's A Hotwife?
What is a hotwife? It's more of a lifestyle than a term. Put simply, it's a committed couple who has decided to let the woman stray, usually while the husband watches her straying!
The term is "hotwife," but really it's much broader than that! Married, engaged, or just dating, the only constant is a committed couple who decides to change the traditional rules of that commitment to allow for a little extracurricular fun!
There are two things that separates the hotwife from cheating or cuckolding: love and respect. The hotwife couple puts their relationship first. The excitement comes from watching the sexiest woman in the world get it on with another guy in the most intimate and personal live porn performance that's possible for two people committed to one another mind, body, and soul!
My stories are for the couples who are thinking of opening up their relationships. For the men who fantasize about their wives with other men but could never put that feeling into words. For the ladies who think it would be so hot if their fella watched them with another man. For anyone who's ever had an interest in opening their relationship for a little sharing!
These fantasies are for you. These stories are yours. I hope you enjoy them!
1: Come Sail Away
I allowed myself a satisfied sigh as I pulled out. There was a wet sound as I pulled out, water splashing against the hull.
Yeah, there really was nothing better than going out on the boat on the weekend. It was something I'd dreamed of all through college and one of the reasons I went into my career in finance. It might be soul crushing during the week working at the firm, but damn was it worth it on the weekend when I could kick back and relax.
I grimaced. At least I could kick back and relax a little. I'd still probably have to check on things later tonight when we got home. Still, that was the price to pay. One of these days I'd be like those older rich bastards at the firm who got to sit back and reap the benefits of all the long hours they pulled when they were my age. At least I hoped to God that one day I'd be like those rich old bastards, only maybe before I was too old to really enjoy it.
Still, I figured we were doing pretty good for ourselves. A house that was close to the lake even if we didn't have a chance in hell of affording any of the house right on the lake with what I made. Not yet, at least. But I made enough that we could afford a nice little McMansion that was a short walk to the shore, and also this boat and a slip down at the yacht club. Well, the yacht club was partly paid for by the firm, which was a nice perk. Still, it was compensation I worked for so I figured it was part of the whole package that I toiled away for during the week.
I looked to the front of the boat. To the reason why all of this was worth it. To the reason why I was constantly busting my hump and trying to make a better life for us.
And damn if it wasn't all worth it when I got an eyeful of Madison. Beautiful brown hair that came down to about her shoulders and seemed to shine in the late morning sunlight. A body that was absolutely perfect in every way from her smooth shoulders down to the gentle rise of her perky tits that I loved playing with so much, going down to a slim flat stomach that would be the envy of any woman and was the desire of any guy who saw her, down to a perfectly sculpted ass that looked incredible on any occasion, but was even more particularly captivating in the white number she wore today. Long legs that wouldn't quit and a perfectly tanned body to go right along with her toned look completed the sexy overload.
Yeah, I was one lucky son-of-a-bitch to have a girl like Madison. Any amount of slaving away at the office during the week was worth it if I could get nice things for her.
Not that she was the kind to demand those nice things. No, she had an unassuming beauty. It was almost as though she had no idea she had a hotness that could match the hottest Victoria's Secret model, and that combination of innocence and sexiness made her even hotter in my book.
"Is something bothering you?" Madison asked.
I shook my head and came out of my reverie. She had a thin smile on her face as though she knew exactly what I was thinking. And why not? I was staring at her with a goofy smile on my face. It was pretty damn obvious exactly what I'd been thinking. Still, it's not like I was going to admit it. That wasn't how the game was played.
"No," I lied. "Nothing at all distracting me. Why do you ask?"
"No particular reason. It's just that you're about to hit the dock on the other side…"
I panicked and turned to look behind me even as Madison started giggling. I saw that, sure enough, we were coming up on the dock and the row of boats behind us, though we weren't quite as close as she'd said. Still, if I'd been stuck in my reverie for even a little while longer then there was a good chance I would've slammed into the dock and maybe one of those boats and had to pay out a considerable sum. Good thing that she got my attention.
Well, Madison already had my attention. When she was wearing a bright white barely-there bikini like that she always had my attention, but you know what I mean.
I quickly moved the boat from reverse into forward and gunned it so there'd be absolutely no chance of running into anything. I winced as I thought about the hull splitting open. Even if it didn't actually sink the boat, not that it was very likely for something like that to happen at this speed, it would still be one hell of an expensive repair. It seemed like there was nothing cheap when it came to boats and boat ownership.
Gunning the engine earned the stink eye from one of the marina workers, but whatever. He wasn't the one who was about to have a couple thousand dollars in repairs. If anything his nasty look was probably as much for seeing a potential repair bill going up in the churning waters behind my boat as it was for me gunning the engine in an idle zone. Madison was still giggling as I pulled the throttle back once we were out of immediate danger.
"One of these days a pretty girl is going to get you in a lot of trouble," Madison said.
I grinned. "Anything's worth it for some pretty girls."
"Flatterer," Madison replied, sticking her tongue out at me. Which naturally led me to think about some fun things she could be doing with her tongue. Kissing, or even more fun down below. That would be for later tonight though. Right now I wanted to concentrate on the sun overhead, on the wind in my hair, and more importantly on the gorgeous sight of Madison laid out on the stern getting some sun.
"So where do you want to go today?" I asked.
I figured it would be best to get our plans out of the way now before I really opened up the engine and made it impossible for us to hear ourselves think, let alone carry on a conversation.
Madison shrugged. "We've got the cooler back there. What if we head over to the cove? We haven't done that yet."
"Something tells me you're just trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me later," I said.
Madison threw her head back and laughed, a sexy sound coming from her. Then again, almost anything that she did could qualify as "sexy" by virtue of just how goddamn gorgeous she was.
"Maybe I want to have a few," she said. "Besides, there's no getting drunk for you mister. The last thing you need is for the cops to pull up on their little police boat and arrest you. A DUI is a DUI whether you're driving or boating!"
I shook my head as we finally made our way out of the idle zone and through buoys that meant I could really open it up. And so open it up I did. She had
a point. The cops were notorious about nabbing anybody who even thought of operating a boat while intoxicated. I think it had as much to do with local revenue as it did with their desire to keep people safe, but the end result, a fat ticket and a huge new dent in my wallet, was the same. A ticket was a ticket whether their motives were humanitarian or pecuniary.
"Fine honey," I said just before the motor got too loud for me to hear myself think. "Cocktail Cove it is!"
2: Fantasies Revealed
Cocktail Cove was notorious locally. It was also one of the local constabulary's favorite areas to line the local municipal coffers by writing tickets.
It was a little offshoot of the main lake. And when I say little, I mean relatively little. It was still larger than most lakes, but the lake was already pretty damn big to begin with. The "cove" was lined with expensive houses all around, and it was a favorite pastime of anybody with a boat who was old enough to drink, and sometimes people who were weren't quite old enough to drink but had friends or a skimpy enough swimsuit that they could get away with it, to come out, weigh anchor, and get blasted on the water while blasting music and generally having a good time wearing practically nothing.
I'd heard about the place, of course. I didn't know anybody who lived in the area who hadn't heard about it. Or seen the articles in the paper whether it was a photo essay glorifying people going out and having a little fun on the water or a report condemning the behavior because somebody got drunk and arrested for some disorderly conduct. How the news reported on the place depended on which way the wind was blowing on a given weekend.
We'd never actually gone ourselves, though it always sounded like a good time. I'd heard guys from the office talking about it, and the stories they told around the water cooler or before meetings when the old codgers hadn't made their fashionably late arrival yet were nothing short of wild. Unbelievably wild.
Of course I wouldn't be able to have the kind of fun they talked about. They told crazy debauched stories about meeting up with women out on the water and either having some fun with them right there on their boat or taking them back to one of their houses on the lake and having some fun there. The kind of fun I definitely couldn't have as a married man with my wife right next to me.
Still, it sounded like the kind of place where you could really have some fun if you were single with enough money and a boat, or even if you were married and you were a little flexible on all the pesky rules that came along with monogamy. I glanced over to Madison. A glance that turned to a lingering look up and down her gorgeous figure.
Something told me she wouldn't be up for that sort of thing. Not that it really mattered if I had her. I had a feeling she was going to easily be the hottest thing out on the water today. I already knew she was hotter than any of the trophy wives I'd seen parading through the firm for the midday "lunch breaks" they took behind closed doors with the dirty old men who'd married them.
No, Madison might be a "starter wife" as they referred to them in the firm, but she was a starter wife that I had every intention of staying with for the rest of my life. A starter wife who was far hotter than any of the second or third trophy wives I'd seen.
I pulled the throttle back down to idle and threaded through the buoys that showed where it was safe to enter the cove. The last thing that I wanted was to run aground with my baby. That would very quickly get even more expensive than running into one of the docks at low speed.
"We really are going?" Madison said with a raised eyebrow.
I blinked. "Isn't that where you said you wanted to go?"
"Well yeah… I just figured with all the wild stuff you hear about the place that you…"
"What? That I wouldn't want to go? Your wish is my command, after all."
Madison stood and walked back to where I was manning the wheel. She moved close to me, put an arm around me, and I felt my cock stirring at the skin to skin contact. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. God I loved the feel of my wife's body pressing against me. Sure it was even more fun when her body was pressing against me because we were about to get up to a little bit of naughty fun, but I'd take it no matter what the circumstances.
"I don't know baby," she said. "What about all those wild stories you hear? I overheard some of the girls at work talking about going out on a boat and meeting some guys who took them back to their mansion for a little bit of fun, if you catch my drift."
I licked my lips and schooled my face to an impassive stare as I looked at Madison. I cocked an eyebrow to show that I was at least curious. I thought of some of the other nurses who worked with her at the hospital. All the women she worked with were insanely hot. And thinking about any of them out on the water in a bikini, thinking about any of them going back to one of those mansions for a little bit of fun, was enough to have my cock rock hard where Madison sidling up against me was just enough to catch my interest. Damn!
Of course more than anything I was particularly interested by the confirmation of some of the stories I'd heard at my office. I hadn't quite been willing to believe the stories. I'd almost chalked it up to guys telling tales and bragging. Only if her friends were telling those same stories, well, its not like girls were likely to brag about that sort of thing. At least not as likely as guys.
"What is it honey?" Madison asked. "Are you thinking about my friends in their bikinis?"
I rolled my eyes and let out a groan. You tell your wife one time that some of the girls she works with are hot and you never lived it down. Of course at the same time that meant I could be a little more open with her. Oddly enough she didn't seem to mind the thought of me thinking about some of her hot coworkers. At least she'd always seemed more amused than annoyed.
"What if I am?" I said. Then a really naughty idea occurred to me. If she was going to be a little flirtatious and give me a hard time about her coworkers, well then why not have some fun with it?
"Besides, what if I was thinking about some of your friends? What if they're out there on the water right now? What if I meet one of them good and liquored up and take her off on my boat?"
Madison's eyes went wide, but she was also smiling and she didn't seem particularly scandalized. Mock scandalized would be a better way to describe the emotion playing across her face.
"And what am I supposed to do while you're boating off and fucking one of my friends from work you naughty boy?"
I shrugged and grinned even wider. "It's Cocktail Cove. You hear what happens out there. Maybe you could have your own fun with some guy! Maybe I could throw you to a group of hot college guys or something."
Madison smacked me. "Ooh yeah! That sounds so hot!"
Her tone said she was joking, but there was something about the look on her face that made me think she wasn't. Not entirely. Interesting. Very interesting.
Of course it could also be that I was imagining things. That was a far more likely explanation.
As I felt her press up against me, as I felt her white hot skin against my own, I found my mind wandering. Wandering to a very odd place, if I'm being completely honest. To a place where I was another man, and Madison was pressing up against me even though in my imagination I wasn't her husband. To a place where I was looking down at this married hottie, ring on her finger and all, and wondering what higher power smiled down on me from above to deliver this perfect moment.
Not that the thought was completely unexpected. I'd always known how hot Madison was, and to be perfectly honest watching other guys noticing her had always been a little bit of a turn on even if I'd always dismissed it as a silly thought. Sure I'd watched guys watching her and I jerked off thinking about it sometimes, but it had never been a serious thing beyond that.
Not that I thought it was necessarily a serious thing now either. She could joke about other guys having their way with her, but I knew that was something that would remain firmly in the realm of fantasy. I knew she was probably just joking. That sort of thing just didn't happen in the real world, stories I heard at the off
ice of women going wild notwithstanding. Madison wasn't the kind of girl to go wild, no matter how intriguing the thought might be.
Of course this time it seemed those dirty thoughts were going just a little farther than usual. This time I was imagining my wife on one of those boats with some guy pulling her top off. I imagined her surrounded by guys who were all staring at her as though she was the most gorgeous woman in the world, which was true as far as I was concerned, and thinking about all the depraved things they wanted to do to her.
No, correction. They were thinking about all the depraved things they were about to do to her.
It was a ridiculous thought. Madison would never go for it, for one, and it's not like a gangbang out on the water was actually going to happen no matter what sort of stories I'd heard about this place. And yet I couldn't deny how undeniably hot it was thinking about just that sort of scenario happening with my beautiful wife. I looked down at her and smiled, and realized she was looking at me. Studying me, would be a more accurate description.
I wondered if she was thinking similar thoughts. I wondered if she was thinking about me with one of her girlfriends from work. I know I was certainly thinking about it right along with thoughts of her with some random faceless guy out there on the water. I wondered if thoughts of me with one of her friends turned her on as much as I was getting turned on by the thought of her getting with another man.
Again, it was a ridiculous thought that had absolutely no bearing on reality, but that didn't make it any less compelling.
I figured if we were joking around then I might as well get the most out of it. "Sounds good. I'll go off and fuck one of your hot friends, and you can let some hot young college studs have their way with you."
She cocked an eyebrow. "Is that what you want? To let some other man have his way with your wife as a price of admission to one of my friends?"
"Actually I'd probably just let you get with another guy," I said. And I immediately regretted it. My mouth snapped shut and I looked down at her with a panic that made it clear I wasn't joking. She looked up at me, searched my eyes, and then giggled. When she giggled I let out a sigh of relief. She did take it as a joke.