The Wife Game: A Hotwife Novella

by Lexi Archer

  Tonight it looked like they were taking their time. Exploring one another. Getting used to each other’s feel and taste. First he brushed his lips against her, then she pulled him down for something a little more intense, though it didn’t look like they were exactly making out on the dance floor or anything.

  Not that it stayed that way for long. Dylan’s mouth was the first to open and then Erin quickly followed. It was as though the entire club had disappeared around them. Hell, I was starting to feel the same way. It was as though the whole world was me, Erin, and Dylan. Nothing else mattered in that moment. I didn’t give a fuck about anything else.

  The making out seemed to stretch on into eternity once more, and this time I knew it was lasting for more than just a few seconds because it extended through a couple of songs. People would bump into them or jostle them as Dylan sucked face with my wife but that didn’t seem to faze them at all. No, they would just move to the side, never missing a beat with their kissing, and keep right on going.

  I tried to remember the last time I’d made out with Erin like that. It had to be back when we first started dating and we were exploring one another for the first time. And in a way I suppose that’s exactly what was going on here. She was exploring a new man, and there was a thought that had my cock twitching in my pants!

  And in that moment I realized that this had to go further than it already was. This had to go beyond another simple dance in a public place where they couldn’t truly get down and dirty.

  No, I needed to witness my wife with another man. I needed to see her being taken. I needed to see her petite body under his muscular frame as he plowed into her and became the second man since we got married to stick his cock inside her.

  I needed to see all of it, and I needed to see it tonight.

  It also looked like I was about to get a chance to tell Erin about my decision, because the makeout session had stopped. They spent a moment getting themselves straightened out and then they were coming right for me, Dylan looking unsure of himself and Erin with a confident smile on her face.

  I just desperately hoped that confident smile meant what I thought it did!

  6: Too Far?

  I stumbled over something in the parking lot and very nearly went falling forward on my face until someone was there to catch me. Someone was there on both sides. I felt strong hands wrap around me from behind even as a powerful arm like steel reached out across my stomach and stopped me in front.

  Okay, so maybe I’d had a little too much to drink before I went out on the dance floor and then when we were all sitting at the table hashing things out and discussing boundaries, but fuck it. I was just tipsy enough to have a good time but not so drunk that I was incapable of making decisions.

  “Why thank you boys! My heroes!”

  I turned and had the uniquely pussy drenching experience of seeing two sexy men staring at me with pure lust in their eyes. Of course it was a different sort of lust in each case, special in its own unique way.

  Dylan was staring at me as though I was new territory ready to be conquered and he couldn’t wait to get back to our house so he could plant his flag, so to speak. He was staring at me with the sort of unconcealed hunger I remembered from the days when Alan and I first started dating. It was sort of like I’d somehow opened a time portal back to those days and tapped into those new relationship feelings I’d almost forgotten about with this tryst.

  Then there was Alan. I couldn’t quite put a finger on how he felt because it was all so new and exciting. It wasn’t something either one of us had experienced before. We were in uncharted territory here as we embarked on our sexual adventure, and it was driving me wild. Still, I’d say that his look was a combination of love, lust, and jealousy mixing together in a potent cocktail that was really doing a number on him if the obvious bulge in his pants was any indication!

  We stayed frozen in that moment with me almost but not quite sandwiched in between them for a heartbeat and then we were moving again, only a little faster. I kept one arm each wrapped around theirs so I could more easily keep up the pace they were setting in a pair of heels that weren’t designed for quick movement. It seemed that momentary pause with them holding me had reminded them of exactly what was in store for them when we got out of the bar parking lot!

  Finally we were at the car. Alan moved to the driver’s side but paused when he realized I was climbing into the back seat. Again he was staring at me with that odd combination of emotion, though from the way his eyes narrowed it seemed that jealousy was winning for a moment.

  “I figured I’d hop in the back seat and keep Dylan company,” I said. “If that’s okay with you, of course.”

  Alan stood there with his eyes narrowed and I could see the wheels turning in his head. This was a little different from sending me out to have fun on the dance floor in a public location where we couldn’t get up to anything too terribly naughty since we were surrounded by people. No, letting me climb into the dark backseat of the car with his friend meant things were going to happen.

  Yeah, it was one thing to talk about crossing lines in the safety of the club with the music pumping behind us and blood pumping down to between our legs, but I imagined it was another thing entirely for him to be facing down his fantasy for real.

  I held my breath wondering where he was going to fall. Was he going to go ahead with this, or were we going to end this fantasy now even after everything we’d discussed in the bar?

  Finally he let out a long breath and grinned. “Guess I’m going to have to get over this whole jealousy thing if we’re going to do this, aren’t I?”

  I moved over and put a hand on his cheek. Leaned up and brushed my lips against his. “I don’t know if you should let go of that jealousy. After all, that’s probably part of what’s making this so hot in the first place.”

  Alan grinned and shook his head. “Maybe you’re right!”

  I moved back to the back seat and piled in with Dylan coming in behind me. He still had a shell-shocked look on his face as though he was having trouble believing this was actually happening. I suppose if I was in his place I’d have trouble believing it was happening too. All the doors shut, Alan started the engine, and then we were off.

  I didn’t bother with a seat belt. We were just going through town an Alan was keeping it slow enough on the strictly thirty miles per hour streets that I didn’t think it was necessary. Besides, a seat belt would put a serious cramp in my plans.

  No sooner were we on the road than I was on Dylan. He responded immediately by putting his arms around me and then his hands were running all over my body trailing fire wherever they made contact.

  Damn! I figured while we were in the bar he was holding back because he was worried about how Alan would react. That might have been partially true, but now that we were alone in the car I was starting to realize maybe he was just worried about being in public. Sure the whole public display of infidelity thing got me turned on, but maybe that wasn’t his thing?

  Either way all of the reluctance, all the hesitation I’d felt while we were coming together in the bar was gone now. His hands were all over me. Running down to squeeze my ass through my tight shorts, running up to squeeze my tits and even moving a hand down my tank top and inside my bra and holy fuck another man was touching my bare breasts and it was setting me on fire!

  “What’s he doing baby?” Alan asked.

  I looked over my shoulder at my husband who was staring back at us in the rear view mirror. This really wasn’t fair to him. He wanted nothing more than to watch his wife getting it on with another guy, and now that it was actually happening just a few feet away from him he was forced to witness it through a tiny window a couple of inches tall and a few inches wide.

  I felt bad, but not to the point that I was going to stop. No, the feelings coursing through my body were too intense. There wasn’t a chance in hell that I was going to put an end to this feeling!

  “He’s touching my tits,” I s
aid. “Another man is running his oh fuck!”

  That last bit came as he brushed against my nipples. They were always so sensitive and feeling the unfamiliar sensations of another man playing with them was driving me wild and it briefly caused all other thoughts to go flying out of my head. When I came back down I saw Alan staring at me and licking his lips. I could only imagine how hard his cock must be straining against his pants right now!

  “Does it feel that good baby?” Alan asked.

  “You have no fucking idea,” I said.

  “God you’re so fucking hot,” Dylan said, breaking into the moment I was sharing with my husband. I looked over to him and leaned in for a quick kiss.

  “Yeah? Tell me all about it. Tell Alan all about how much you want me.”

  “Fuck. I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since the first time I saw you. I was so jealous of Alan catching your eye.”

  I let out a noise that was somewhere between a gasp, a moan, and an excited purr as I threw a leg over him and then I was climbing into his lap and grinding against his cock as he talked. His hands went down to the bottom of my tank top and I had a moment of panic as I realized he was lifting up and we were in a car which was still sort of in public. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be half naked in the back of the car where anyone could walk by and see what was going on, but at the same time it didn’t seem that I had much choice because the tank top was moving up revealing inch after inch of my skin to him.

  “Go on,” Alan said.

  “God I need to fuck your wife,” he said. “You have no fucking idea how much I need my cock inside her!”

  I know he was supposed to be turning my husband on with this dirty talk, but the combination of hearing about his longtime crush that I’d suspected but never actually confirmed while lifting my hands up so he could pull my tank top over my head revealing my body to him, it was nothing he couldn’t see on a beach trip but context is everything and in this context it felt so fucking naughty, combined with feeling his rock hard cock pressing up against my pussy and giving me the stimulation I’d so desperately craved all night long was sending me into a sexual frenzy.

  I shoved my pussy down against him. Started grinding with an intensity that surprised even me. Started grinding against him in a way that made what we were doing on the dance floor last week seem like an innocent little dance in comparison.

  I was hoping to have a repeat of what happened last week. A repeat of that intense explosion that had felt so goddamn good! Only it seemed that Dylan had other plans. His hands moved to my waist, setting me on fire because it was skin to skin contact now with nothing in between us, and he held me so that I couldn’t bear down on his cock anymore. He was denying me that sensation that I so desperately needed to feel and I let out a groan of frustration.

  “What’s wrong honey?”

  “Dylan isn’t letting me grind against his cock!” I said with a sexy little pout as I stared down at my husband’s best friend.

  That admission got quite the reaction from Alan. He groaned and I felt the car changing direction even though we should’ve been going straight for a little while longer if we were heading back to the house. The problem was I didn’t have much time to consider where the car was going because I had other more pressing matters concerning me. Like Dylan’s hands moving down to the front of my painted-on shorts and working at the button and the zipper. Then he was lifting me and my shorts were coming off.

  I was amazed at his determination. Getting in and out of these shorts was no small feat for me, and he was managing to get me out of them while we were pressed against each other in the confined space of the back seat of a car. It felt exquisite as my shorts moved around my ass and then down my thighs. I gave him a little bit of an assist at the end by kicking them off and then I was far more than half naked before him. All it would take was a quick flick of my bra clasp and pulling down on my panties and…

  Wait a moment.

  I moved to press myself against him again and my eyes went wide. He grinned up at me and I wagged a finger at him. The sneaky bastard had gone ahead and pulled off my panties while he was down there taking off my shorts! Not that I was complaining, mind you, just that it came as a bit of a surprise.

  “Naughty boy.”

  “I think you like it.”

  My mouth descended on his again as his hands snaked around behind me and then that bra clasp was undone and I was shrugging out of it. I was sitting on a man who wasn’t my husband in the back of our car while said husband watched from the front, completely naked while the man who wasn’t my husband was still mostly clothed. Though as I was shrugging out of my bra he seemed to be taking care of that in some small way. His hands were down between his legs and I heard something rattling, then it was made abundantly clear what he was doing down there as I felt something hard pressing against my cock.

  I let out a moan that was loud and unlike any sound I’d made so far this evening as I realized what was happening. It was happening. His cock was pressing up against my pussy, my soaking wet pussy, and all it would take was for me to bear down on him like I had been when I was grinding and he would be inside me. We were poised on the moment of inevitability and the only thing stopping me was my husband sitting in the front seat.

  “What’s going on back there?” he asked, his eyes boring into me through the rear view mirror.

  “He’s pressing his cock against me baby,” I said. “He wants to fuck me.”

  “You’re damn right I’m going to fuck you!”

  The subtle distinction between the way I phrased it and the way he phrased it wasn’t lost on me. As far as Dylan was concerned it was a done deal. He was going to press his cock inside me and take me from my husband even if he was only taking me for a brief moment. And after the discussion we had back in the bar I couldn’t really fault him for thinking that way. Hell, I was more than ready to give into his carnal desires, into my naughty desires, but there was still the matter of Alan not being able to see what was going on yet.

  The car came to a sudden halt which pulled me away from Dylan’s cock for a moment, though he pulled me back towards him and then the head of his cock was pressing against my pussy once more. Though he at least didn’t pull me down on his cock. No, not yet.

  “What was that? Are we home?” I asked.

  I was almost disappointed. If we were home that meant I was going to be removed from this hot situation. Sitting in the back of the car poised to cheat on my husband, with his permission of course, with his best friend. Going into the house would probably make this a hell of a lot easier in terms of positioning, but at the same time it would remove some of the forbidden flavor of the moment.

  “No, we’re in a nice secluded spot,” Alan said. “And I’m going to watch.”

  His door opened, the car dinging in protest as he flipped the lights off, and in the darkness I could really see where we were. I almost giggled as I recognized our surroundings. A park on the edge of town that led off into a wooded area. The sort of place that showed up in horror movies when the teen couple is making out, though in our case we’d made out and done a hell of a lot more than making out in this spot without any trouble. It was one of our favorite places to get away from the dorms when our roommates refused to take the hint and get the hell out.

  Though now with everything that had happened with Dylan I was starting to wonder if there maybe had been a method to his madness when he refused to leave the dorm. I found myself wondering if he was sticking around on purpose because he wanted to see more of me.

  Well, he was getting to see the whole package now! While Alan was out of the car I reached down and fumbled at Dylan’s shirt. Pulled up on his polo revealing a six pack and then a muscled chest that made me gasp. Sure Alan was in shape too, just as muscled, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate a little bit of variety.

  The door next to us opened and Alan was climbing into the car. His eyes were rooted to the spot where Dylan and I were coming toget
her, and I could only imagine what this looked like to him. Me sitting scrunched up in the car completely naked hovering over his friend who had his cock poised to press up inside my pussy. The first man I’d have sex with since getting married, which was one man more than I ever thought I’d be having sex with barring disaster when I took my vows to have and to hold.

  So much for forsaking all others, right?

  Alan licked his lips. I smiled as he took everything in. As his eyes ran from my head all the way down to that spot where Dylan’s cock was teasing me without actually doing the deed. I so desperately needed him to do the deed though. I needed to feel that thing inside me, and I hoped the look I was giving my husband was enough to communicate the depths of that need to him, because at this point I had a good feeling that this was happening whether or not he decided to chicken out at the last moment. The only question was how guilty I would feel about it after.

  “This is happening baby. Are you ready?”

  Alan stared for the space of a heartbeat and then nodded. “I’m ready.”

  Dylan’s cock started to press up inside me as an explosion of pure pleasure rocketed through my body.

  7: Way Too Far

  Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I could not fucking believe that I was watching another man’s cock pressing up inside my wife!

  Holy fucking shit!

  I felt lightheaded. My chest was tightening and I felt like I was having an asthma attack but that was ridiculous because I hadn’t had an asthma attack since I started doing sports way back in middle school but here I was with that same feeling I had back in the day where I desperately needed my inhaler only it was the look on my wife’s face doing it to me now rather than running too much.

  And what a look on her face! That was a look that I was going to remember forever. That was an expression that was going to be permanently seared into my memory. That was the kind of expression that was going to make viagra completely unnecessary in my life because if I was ever having trouble getting it up all I’d have to do was think back to this moment and I’d have an instantaneous erection!