Book Read Free

Seducing Innocence: A Hotwife Fantasy

Page 4

by Lexi Archer


  She disengaged her hand from mine. Moved back down to my cock. Started running her hands up and down the length of my dick. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was already so hot from everything that had happened, and thinking about that agreement was making it even worse.

  It certainly didn’t help when her hand slipped inside my boxers and she started moving it up and down my dick with intention. God she was so talented at that. She was like a handjob queen. I would’ve much rather been able to have sex with her, but I suppose it was a nice consolation prize.

  “So you’ve been thinking about me with him?” she said.

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  “Thinking about me fucking him?” she asked.

  “Yes!” I said in another strangled gasp.

  Michelle leaned in closer. Close enough that I could feel her hot breath on my ear. Close enough that I could lean forward and nuzzle her neck, one of my favorite things to do in bed with her, but I didn’t. I was too busy concentrating on the feelings coursing through me. On the incredible pleasure that was being caused by the feedback loop between her voice, my brain, and her hand on my cock. It was as though we were connected in an endless circle of indescribable pleasure and it was all caused by this fantasy. It was so much more intense, so much more pleasurable, than anything we’d done before.

  I didn’t ask for this, but it was one hell of a turn on!

  “So what would you say if I told you I’ve been thinking about it too?”

  My eyes shot open again. This time it was my turn to search her eyes. Search her face for any sign that she was making this up. That she was pulling my leg.

  “You’re serious?”

  “Totally,” she said. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. About that agreement. I’d fantasized for so long. What it would feel like to fuck him, and I guess those feelings never went away… They just got buried after the breakup.”

  “So you still want to fuck him?” I asked.

  Michelle bit her lip. She looked away from me as though she was ashamed of what the answer might be. Even as I was so fucking intrigued about what the answer might be. A sexy blush came to her face which gave me a pretty good idea of what the answer was.

  Talk about a conflicting feeling. I was turned on that she still had those feelings. I was so jealous that she still had those feelings. I wanted to track this guy down and punch him out for daring to come in between us so close to our wedding. I wanted to track this guy down and invite him into our bedroom so I could watch him with my blushing bride to be.

  She looked back at me. “Would it be so bad if the idea did turn me on? Would it be so bad if I did it?”

  I licked my lips. My answer could set us down one of two paths. I could shut all of this craziness down right now. I could make sure we didn’t go any farther. I could put an end to all of this crazy fantasy talk before it became a dangerous reality.

  Or I could admit how I really felt. I could let her know how much I got turned on thinking about her with this guy. I could have us go down the path where I might actually get to see her with him.

  I nodded. “I actually think that’s kind of hot.”

  She leaned in again. Her face was inches from my own. Her hand moved up and down on my cock at a feverish pace. It seemed like she was a woman possessed. I was so close to the edge. So close to blowing my load.

  “I want to do it,” she said. “I want to fuck him. I want to make good on that agreement, and I feel so fucking guilty about thinking that way.”

  I whimpered. So close. Her dirty talk was driving me wild. She’d never done something like this before. I was discovering a fun new side of my wife to be, and I fucking loved it!

  “Even though he cheated on you? You still want to do that?”

  “Yeah,” she said. “It’s fucking crazy. I should hate him, but I want him. It’s like it all came flooding back when I got that message and I hate it but I love it.”

  I could sympathize with those feelings. I felt the same damn way. It was so weird and so conflicting and so powerful.

  Her voice was breathy. She was so obviously turned on. Her breath was coming in rapidfire. I looked down between her legs and realized her hand was down there in her pajama pants.

  I nodded. “I want it. I want you to do that. Oh God…”

  My words cut off in a strangled gasp. I’d completely lost control. My cock exploded. I felt myself blowing my load all over her hand. All over the inside of my boxers. I felt as though my entire soul was being poured out from between my legs as I pumped her hand over and over. She closed her own eyes and let out a quiet whimper. Her body started to shake and shudder in a way that I absolutely loved. She didn’t always come when we were together, though that was something I intended to change once we were married and actually fucking.

  Assuming that I was the guy who got to fuck her first. I had no idea if this was all fantasy talk, or if she was serious. If anything, that doubt only added to the hotness of the whole situation.

  I saw stars as I looked at her beautiful face. As I watched her in the throes of an orgasm. As I pressed into her hand a few more times, and then I managed to regain control. I came down from the high of that naughty fantasy scenario. It had to be just a fantasy scenario, right? There was no way she was actually serious about wanting to get with her ex, right?

  I suppose there was only one way to find out for sure.

  “So how much of that was real and how much of it was dirty talk?” I asked.

  Michelle fixed me with a funny look. I felt terror seizing at me. Had she been serious? And at the same time I felt another twitch in my cock. What if she was serious? Did I want her to be serious?

  “You know that seems like one hell of a loaded question baby,” she said. “Are you sure you want to know the answer?”

  This was dizzying. That was almost admitting that she was into the idea of fucking this guy. That she wanted to fuck another guy before she fucked me. Did I want to allow it? At this point was it even something that I could allow or forbid? She was still a free woman, after all, and it seemed that this dirty talk had let one hell of a genie out of the bottle.

  I didn’t know if we could put it back. I didn’t know if we’d want to put it back, for that matter.

  “I think I want to know for sure,” I said.

  The only thing was I had no idea if I wanted to be sure because I wanted to know if our relationship was about to be over, or if I wanted to be sure because I wanted to know just how dedicated she was to going through with this fantasy. I didn’t know which side I was going to fall down on until she opened her mouth and her answer came out.

  “I’m not saying this is something I would go out and do on my own if I didn’t get encouraged to do it, but if it’s turning you on and you’re interested then…”

  I let out a growl. Even now she wasn’t giving me the clear answer I needed. The clear answer that I craved.

  “I need a yes or no,” I said.

  Michelle bit her lip. God how I fucking loved it when she bit her lip. It was like all of her sexiness was bundled up into that one simple gesture. I was also surprised to feel my cock getting hard again. I suppose that was how strong this fantasy was. It had taken complete control, and I needed more. I needed her to say yes.

  Well then. I guess I knew where I fell on finding out whether she was actually into fucking this guy.

  “Yes,” she said. “If this is something you’re into, then it’s also something I’d very much like to try.”

  Damn. It was all up to me. It came and down to my call. Did I risk our relationship for a fantasy that I didn’t ask for? Did I play it safe and tell her that of course I didn’t want anything to do with her getting with another guy even if my cock was screaming in agony at the notion of not getting to fulfill that desire now that I was so fucking close?

  “I think we should try it,” I said.

  Michelle grinned. She leaned in and kissed me again. Reached down and grabbed my dick which w
as already getting fucking hard thinking about her getting with another guy.

  “Are you sure? Because once we do this there’s no going back,” she said.

  “I mean of course I’m not sure,” I said. “This whole thing is fucking insane. I mean, aren’t you still pissed off at him for cheating on you with that girl all those years ago?”

  Michelle thought about that for a moment, but ultimately she smiled.

  “I’m still pissed off, but I’m more hot than angry after all this time. Does that make sense? It’s like this crazy fantasy that I can’t get out of my head ever since he messaged me,” she said.

  I grinned and shook my head. “Yeah, I think I know a thing or two about a fantasy you can’t get out of your head!”

  Her hand kept working at my cock. I squeezed my eyes shut and gave an involuntary shiver.

  “Keep that up much longer and you’re going to have a second explosion on your hands!”

  Michelle arched an eyebrow. “On my hands? Because after what we just agreed to do, I was thinking it might be more fun to have that explosion somewhere else…”

  I groaned as she started moving down. Kissing her way along my stomach and licking up some of my come where it had splashed against my skin. Then I felt the familiar warmth of her mouth wrapping around my dick.

  Well then. It looked like tonight had officially been promoted to a special occasion!

  5: Big Day

  Michelle:

  I looked myself up and down in the mirror and pushed down the nervous butterflies dancing in my stomach. I looked fucking gorgeous in this dress. The seamstress had really come through putting the whole thing together, and all the working out I’d been doing to make sure I looked fucking gorgeous in this thing really paid off.

  It would be the perfect moment when some lucky guy peeled me out of this thing and had his way with me. Took me for the first time.

  The only question was whether or not that someone who got to peel me out of the dress was going to be my husband-to-be or someone else. I glanced at my phone on the other side of the room. It hadn’t buzzed yet or given any indication that he was coming.

  Then again it’s not like there was much chance anything was going to happen if I still had people flitting around my bridal room trying to make sure everything was perfect at the last minute. My mom and sister were bustling around the room trying to look busy and not really doing anything. Everything was planned. Everything was ready to go. Everything was going perfectly.

  Except for the part where I needed everyone out of the room because I might be getting a special visitor very soon. It would raise all sorts of questions I wasn’t in a mood to answer if Wade showed up while this room was still occupied by more than yours truly.

  “Mom, everything’s fine,” I said. “What I really need is some time on my own.”

  “Nonsense dear,” she said. “We’re going to make sure everything about this day is perfect for you!”

  I sighed and rolled my eyes. This was not going to plan. Not at all. It still seemed like a crazy plan, but it was what Wade wanted. This obsession of his had grown to dangerous levels. It had gone from us having a little bit of dirty talk about the idea of me fucking my ex-boyfriend, dirty talk that was admittedly pretty fucking hot, to me sending the occasional naughty message to Wade. That had progressed to dirty pictures, including one where I was in this dress with the bottom hiked up to show I wasn’t wearing any underwear and my nipples peeking out of the dress at the top.

  I blushed thinking about that. I hadn’t put my face in that picture. I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it if something like that were to get out. It would be so embarrassing that I’d just die.

  Better safe than sorry.

  “Come on mom,” my sister said. She took mom by the arm and practically dragged her towards the door. “It’s obvious Michelle wants some time to herself. Let’s leave her alone for a little bit.”

  I sighed in relief as she pulled mom towards the door. Mom wasn’t exactly kicking and screaming every step of the way, but she did keep trying to find things to mess with. That was her. A busybody to the very end.

  I mouthed a “thanks” to my sister as she finally managed to push mom out the door and slammed it shut behind her. Leaving me almost completely alone.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” I asked.

  The room had a small closet on the other side with one of those doors that slid open and shut like an accordion. It was opened just slightly. Just enough that someone could hide in there and look out into the room without anyone realizing that someone was in there. I turned and smiled and Travis stepped out with a huge grin on his face.

  “My favorite part was when you changed into that dress. Not gonna lie,” he said.

  “Yeah, I bet it was you perv,” I replied.

  Travis moved across the room and wrapped his arms around me. He looked so handsome in his tux, and as he pulled me against him I felt something long and hard pressing against my stomach. I closed my eyes and shuddered. God how I was turned on. The thought of what we’d planned for today coupled with how worked up I’d been over the past couple of weeks as we talked out this fantasy had me on edge. I needed some release in the worst way.

  “So how did you get away from everyone?” I asked.

  “Same as you. Said I needed some time to myself. I might’ve also intimated that I was spending my alone time with a bottle of whiskey to take the edge off just a little,” he said.

  I smacked his chest. “You’re terrible! Now people are going to think you needed to get drunk to marry me!”

  “Not drunk to marry you,” he said. “But it certainly will help having a couple in the system for what we’re about to do.”

  I jutted my lip out in a pout. “Maybe.”

  Travis arched an eyebrow. “Maybe? We’ve pretty much set everything up. There’s no turning back now.”

  “Yeah? Well he hasn’t texted me or given any indication that he’s actually going to show up today. I think the asshole took his dirty pictures and decided to run with them. That would be something he’s likely to do.”

  Travis looked me up and down. There was an obvious hunger in his eyes as he licked his lips. I shivered under that gaze.

  “He’d be crazy to give up this opportunity,” Travis said.

  I moved my had down his chest. Down past his belt buckle. Into his pants where I felt that hard cock that was straining out just for me. I cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

  “Well what do we have here?” I said. “You know I’ve always heard it’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding, but is it is there any rule about grabbing the groom’s cock before we say our vows?”

  “Oh I’m not so sure it’s bad luck right now,” Travis said. “But do you really want to do that? What if we get all worked up and your friend shows up?”

  “He’s not my friend,” I said, with a surprising amount of heat coming to my voice. It was true. He wasn’t my friend. He was an obsession. He was the focal point of our fantasy life. He was an itch I needed to scratch, but that’s all.

  Wade was not my friend. That I was still so angry at him after all these years should’ve been one hell of a hint that this whole plan wasn’t the best idea, but we were already here. We were already going through with it, sort of. Travis was in here and ready to go. And in more ways than one.

  “You know I’ve been thinking that maybe we should just go ahead and have our fun now,” I said.

  His cock pulsed in my hand. Fuck how I loved feeling his dick twitching like that. It was a sign that he was completely and totally under my control. He was a slave to lust, and it told me that the one thing he needed the most in that moment was to be with me. My whole body was on fire and I was dripping between my legs as I felt the rock hard proof of his arousal in my hand. As I felt his precum leaking out of the tip. I smeared some of it around his cockhead and he inhaled sharply.

  “What are you talking about Michelle?” he asked, starin
g into my eyes.

  I leaned up and kissed him. “What would you say to being the one who gets to fuck the bride in her wedding dress? Deflower the bride before she walks down the aisle?”

  “But…”

  “That was the fantasy all along, wasn’t it? Only now you’re the one doing it instead of Wade. He’s not going to show up. He wasn’t man enough. He was never man enough, but you are,” I said.

  I was dizzy. I couldn’t believe I was so close to throwing out all those years of waiting because I was so turned on, but it just felt right. If I’d been ready to throw out all those years of waiting for a man I had no intention of marrying then what was the problem with throwing out all those years of waiting with a man that I very much did intend to marry? Besides, it was a technicality. We were going to be married soon enough. So what if we jumped the gun on fucking by a couple of hours?

  Travis apparently felt the same way. His mouth descended on mine and his tongue was inside me in an instant. Meanwhile his hands were doing a hell of a lot of work down below. He reached down and cupped my ass. Gave it a squeeze. A moment later he was pulling my dress up so he could get better access to the pure white lingerie I’d put together especially for today.

  I thought I’d be fucking someone else, but fucking Travis would be just as hot. Sure there was a part of me that was disappointed we weren’t going to follow through on the one thing that we’d been building up towards all this time, but at the same time I was also relieved. There’d been a part of me that screamed this was crazy. That fucking an ex-boyfriend on the wedding day would be ridiculous. Being with Travis felt so much better. So much more natural.

  So of course right when I was really getting into it there was a knock at the door. Both of us paused. Pulled away from the kiss. Stared into each other’s eyes.

  “Maybe it’s your mom coming back?” Travis asked.

  Maybe it was my mom coming back, but I had a strong feeling that wasn’t the case at all. I knew who was on the other side of that door. It had to be him. Wade. He’d come after all. I felt a flutter of excitement at the thought that mixed in with the lingering feeling of guilt that had been underlying all of this fantasy talk for the past few weeks.

 

‹ Prev