Hedonism: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  No, my only concern was getting to Anne. The sight of her standing there in that perfect dress chatting with Brad was entirely too much. Especially after getting primed by Felix talking about what sort of woman my wife was. He didn’t know her. I knew her. I was in love with her. She was my perfect little flower, and I needed her now.

  It was a wonder no one stopped me to comment on the raging hard on threatening to break free. I had to stop a couple of times in my trip across the room and adjust myself to make sure it didn’t become too obvious what sort of situation I was dealing with between my legs. I’m sure that would earn the ire of some of the trophy wives if they thought I was looking at them and sporting an erection.

  As I looked around the room it appeared the trophy wives had disappeared along with the senior partners. It was just the legal assistants and a bunch of junior associates keeping the party going now, though it seemed everyone was having a hell of a lot more fun now that the bossmen weren’t around to keep an eye on things.

  I wondered if this was also part of some test. Some way for them to test us and see if we were senior partner material. They were notorious for those tests since work ethic alone wasn’t enough to get a promotion. Someone had to fit in with their idea of what a representative of the firm could be. I wouldn’t put it past them to give everyone a bunch of alcohol and see what happens when the bosses disappeared.

  Only I didn’t think that’s what was going on here. Not really. No, the timing of all those older guys disappearing along with their wives just as Felix disappeared after giving me his whole independent consultant speech had me suspicious. Something was going on here. I wondered what sort of fucked up things happened at the senior levels of this firm behind closed doors, but at the same time I didn’t care.

  I only had eyes for Anne, and I was about to get up to a hell of a lot of fun with her behind closed doors, let me tell you!

  I reached my wife and put a possessive hand on her arm. She jumped and then smiled when she realized it was just me. I wondered what could’ve happened to make her jump like that, but put it out of my mind. I was still a man possessed. I was on a singular mission.

  “How are you honey?” she asked.

  I paused for a moment to take stock of the situation. Anne still had a drink in her hand, but it was almost empty. She was wavering just a bit as though she’d maybe had a little too much to drink. I looked to Brad who still had a predatory grin on his face.

  I wondered if he was the one trying to get her drunk or if she was the one who had a little too much to drink while she was talking to him. I also wondered how many more drinks it would’ve taken for him to actually have a chance with my wife. It was a crude method of getting her interested in him, but sometimes the crude and simple methods were the ones that were the most effective. I wondered how many other women at the firm this slime had gotten drunk.

  One of these days he was going to pull that on someone who could really get him in trouble. I just hoped I’d be there on that day to see him go down.

  “I’m doing fine. I was hoping you could join me?”

  “Come to steal this beauty away from me man?” Brad asked with a rapacious smile coming across his face. He looked Anne up and down and it was pretty damn obvious what this asshole was thinking about as he looked her up and down. She didn’t miss it either, though she didn’t blush or anything. She simply smiled and turned to wink at me. She knew exactly what was going on here.

  “Something like that,” I said. “I wanted to show you where I work every day babe.”

  Anne looked confused for a moment. “But…”

  “Trust me, you’re going to love seeing where the magic happens,” I said, as though I hadn’t shown her the place a couple of times before. The important thing was I used our codeword that meant we were about to have a little bit of fun. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened, but then she nodded. She was onboard.

  “Yes, I’m afraid we will have to cut this short,” she said, reaching a hand out and touching Brad’s arm. He shivered at that touch and my cock twitched. It was so familiar, and yet in my imagination she was doing so much more than that. I almost wanted to invite him back to the cubicle farm with us so they could get up to some of the things running through my imagination, but at the same time I didn’t want to give her up that easily.

  Like Felix said, a woman like Anne was special. If I was fantasizing about her getting with another guy then I wanted to make sure it was with a guy who deserved to have her. The last thing I wanted was to throw my wife at some asshole who went through new legal assistants like they were tissue for him to jerk off into. No, Anne was so much more than that.

  “So what’s gotten into you?” she whispered as we made our way to the other side of the room and stepped into the hall that led down to the soul sucking cubicle farm where I worked every day.

  “Nothing,” I said. “Do I need an excuse to want to be with my beautiful wife?”

  “If you want to get with your beautiful wife where you work? Yeah, you sort of need an excuse for getting that wild,” she said.

  “Trust me. All I need is to be with you. That’s all I’ve ever needed.”

  It was an odd thing to say. She picked up on that as well, giving me an odd look in turn. I was trying to convince myself as much as anything else. She was all I needed. I didn’t need to see her with another man, even if the thought was clouding my judgment and making me think crazy, impossible things. Thinking about letting Brad get wit her was just the tip of the erotic fantasy iceberg that was plowing through my mind.

  We moved quickly through the cubicles, and in my mind I was imagining her moving through the cube farm with Brad right behind her. I imagined him staring at her ass and thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her. I imagined him thinking about laying her down on his desk and fucking her for everything she was worth.

  It wasn’t difficult to imagine all those things because they were the sort of thing running through my head on repeat as well. I needed to fuck my wife in the worst way. I needed to fuck her now more than I’d ever needed to fuck her before. My cock throbbed in my pants, begging for the release that could only come by nestling in the sweet folds of her sex.

  As we moved through the cube farm I listened intently for any indication that there was another couple out there somewhere in another cubicle doing exactly the same thing we were planning on doing. Not that I could fault someone for doing that considering I was about to do the same, but at the same time I wanted to make sure we weren’t overheard.

  Risking getting caught and actually getting caught were two very different things, thank you very much. One was fucking hot. The other would probably end with me getting fired.

  Finally we reached the cube and Anne rounded on me. She looked me up and down and then stepped forward and grabbed my cock. I could smell the booze on her breath as she jerked me off through my pants. As she moved forward and pressed her oh-so-sexy body against mine and moaned a little in my ear.

  “Someone’s fucking hot,” she said. “What brought this on? Does my little tiger want to come out and play?”

  “You fucking know it baby,” I said. I reached down and pulled her dress up. Bent her over my desk. I positioned myself behind her and pulled my cock out. I looked down at her pussy and was surprised to see that she was wet. So fucking wet. Her pussy glistened, begging for me, and I wondered what had happened to get her this turned on. Was she this hot because she came back here with me, or was she this hot because she got a little tipsy and was flirting with Brad?

  The latter thought is what really turned me on, and so that’s the one I decided to go with as I pulled her panties aside and pressed my cock against her entrance. Anne turned around and smiled at me.

  “What are you waiting for baby?” she asked.

  It was a good question. What was I waiting for? Well I couldn’t very well tell her that at that moment I was putting myself in Brad’s head. That I was thinking about what he’d be th
inking staring down at my wife’s ass on display in her tight dress as I was about to plunge my cock deep inside her. What I was waiting for was for that fantasy moment to pass so I could sink my cock inside her and not worry about blowing a load almost immediately. I needed a breather.

  Then I sank inside her. I let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction. God I loved fucking my wife. It was always so hot when I sank my cock inside her. It was like returning home. It made me feel as though everything was right with the world. No matter how many times we fucked I loved sinking my cock inside her more and more every time.

  Only this time there was something else going on. This time I felt a frenzied need to fuck her as hard as possible. This time I needed to take her completely, and I needed to do it fast because I knew there was a possibility that at any moment someone could walk in and figure out what we were doing.

  So I pulled out and pounded into her. I watched her dress wrinkle as I grabbed her hips and held on. I traced the pattern on her lacy pink panties that I’d pulled aside to slip my cock inside her. I watched her tits bouncing, and listened to the wall rattling every time I bottomed out inside my wife. I felt lightheaded. I felt like I was on top of the world.

  It was almost a religious experience. It was almost enough to make me look at this cubicle prison I’d been trapped in for the past couple of years with fondness. Almost. I thought of some of the senior partners who came down here to look back on their old days working in the trenches. Of course they were looking back from their super rich position of power which probably made the old stomping grounds seem like a good memory rather than the hell it actually was.

  Only I’d found a way to turn hell into heaven, an that was my wife. She let out little gasps every time I bottomed out inside her and it was pretty fucking obvious that she was so very close. She only made those noises when she was about to go over the edge, and I loved it. I could imagine her pussy grasping at me even as I pounded into her.

  I imagined her gasping as Brad plowed into her. I imagined him hearing those sounds for the first time and enjoying the symphony that was my wife’s pleasure. Talk about fucking hot. So fucking hot that it was pushing me over the edge faster than I’d gone there since I was a teenager fucking my then future wife for the first time.

  I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I’m close.”

  “Me too,” she said. “Go ahead.”

  Anne got louder and louder as I fucked her, my stomach pressed against her back. I reached out and put a hand over her mouth. She could get really fucking loud, and I didn’t want her to get to the point that she was loud enough to be heard even out in the big conference room where everyone in the office was still gathered. I had visions of all of them piling in here following the noise and catching us in the act, and it wasn’t a pleasant vision. No, that would get me fired for sure.

  She moaned into my hand and it managed to muffle the sound somewhat. As she was coming I almost thought I heard someone moving through the cube farm. I paused, but it was too late. I blew my load as I listened for the telltale sign of someone trying to keep themselves hidden, but I didn’t hear another noise.

  I wondered if it was Brad. He had to know something was up what with the way we left him so quickly. He had to know we were back here doing something. I wouldn’t put it past the creep to follow us so he could jerk off while he listened to me fucking my wife, and if anything that thought turned me on even more as I pumped the last few shots of my load deep in Anne’s waiting pussy that was grasping for me as she gasped for air.

  I pumped a few more times and then finally pulled out. I quickly grabbed a tissue from my desk and held it out to catch some of my come that came dribbling out of her. That would’ve been more than a little awkward for the cleaning crew to find, and I didn’t want there to be any evidence of what we’d done in here today.

  I listened for another long moment. I knew I’d heard someone out there, but I didn’t hear anything now. If there was someone out there then they’d made their exit or they were doing a very good job of keeping themselves concealed, and it’s not like I was going to go searching from cube to cube to try and find this mystery person.

  Anne grabbed a couple of tissues and cleaned herself up as best she could. Then she tried to get her dress back in working order, though that was going to be a difficult thing to do considering how wrinkled it got while I was holding on for dear life and fucking her for everything she was worth. Definitely not the sort of material that easily went back to its original configuration.

  Oops.

  Anne looked up at me and smiled. “So that was pretty intense. Do you want to tell me what was going on there?”

  I looked away from her, suddenly embarrassed. No, I didn’t want to tell her what was going on there. I didn’t want to tell her that I got so turned on by the idea of her fucking Brad that I had to have her right now. That I was talking with a complete stranger about the idea of her cheating on me and it got me so hot that I took her back to my cubicle so I could fuck her for everything she was worth.

  That wasn’t the sort of conversation I was ready to have right now, but it seemed Anne was more perceptive than I gave her credit for. She stepped forward and adjusted my tie as she looked up at me with the most perfect set of “fuck me” eyes I’d ever seen.

  “Are you sure that didn’t have something to do with your buddy hitting on me back there? I noticed the way you got all defensive when you saw us together, but I never thought something like that would turn you on.”

  I tried to say something. My mouth moved but it was like I was having trouble actually getting any words out. Anne giggled and reached up to pat me on the cheek. She leaned up and brushed her lips against mine.

  “Don’t worry baby,” she whispered. “I thought it was pretty hot too.”

  She took me by the hand and we walked out of the cubicle together, though I had more questions now than I did initially. She thought it was pretty hot too? What did that mean? She thought our fucking was pretty hot too? She thought the idea of fucking Brad was pretty hot too? There were so many questions and no answers, and I couldn’t ask her any questions and get any of those answers without letting on just how turned on I was at the thought of her fucking another guy.

  That wasn’t something I was going to get into right now. So I just allowed her to lead me back to the party where the senior partners and all their wives were still very much absent. That was fine with me. I needed a stiff drink.

  5: Thinking it Over

  I stared at the computer screen, but my mind and my heart just weren’t into the work today. Not that I was into this boring work any day of the week, but it was even more of a problem now a couple of days into the week following that party.

  Every time I looked at this desk I was filled with images of my wife bent over in her dress as my cock pounded into her over and over, slick with her arousal. Every time I looked around I could hear her gasps. Feel the way her pussy grasped for my cock as she went over the edge with me. As I thought about how fucking hot it would be if it was another guy fucking her rather than me.

  It was proving to be one hell of a distraction. I didn’t know how I was going to get any work done in this place with the distraction provided by those memories. I couldn’t look at anything in my cube now without getting at least half a hard on. I couldn’t think about that night without thinking about the idea of her with another man.

  “Knock knock buddy,” a voice said from the entrance.

  I looked up and frowned. Brad stood there looking down at me with the same smarmy look he used with just about everyone. It was a look that said he wanted something, but I couldn’t come out and ask him what the hell he wanted. He might be a junior associate like me and we were supposed to all be equals playing for the same team, but the amount of time he’d been here meant that he was more equal than most of the other people who worked in this area.

  “How can I help you, Brad?”

  “Just wanted to catch up with y
ou. Haven’t had a chance to talk to you since that party,” he said. If anything his grin grew wider. “So did your wife enjoy the tour you took her on back here? I bet that was a lot of fun! She’s a minx!”

  I should be pissed off at the way he was talking about my wife, but once more I found this new obsession taking over. Once more I found myself thinking more about how hot it was than how pissed off I should be. Once more my mind was flooded with images of him fucking my wife, and it was almost enough to make me blow a load right there.

  I didn’t. Thank goodness. That would’ve been awkward if he needed me to get out of my desk for something. Hell, it would’ve been awkward when it came around to lunch time which couldn’t get here soon enough. I could use a good fifteen minutes to shovel down food and think about anything but the office.

  My eyes narrowed at his words. That sounded almost as though he knew something had happened back here. I thought to that night and to the sound I thought I heard there at the end while I was trying to hold Anne back from screaming loud enough to be heard through the whole office.

  “That was you listening in on us you fucker?” I asked, forgetting myself for a moment.

  That smarmy grin stayed plastered on Brad’s face as he made a finger gun at me. “I don’t now what you’re talking about, but it’s nice to know my suspicions were confirmed. You can thank me later for getting your wife good and worked up so you could get some.”

  I blinked. Did this asshole really just say that? Did he really just act like he was the one who got Anne worked up to the point that she wanted to come back here and fuck? If the thought wasn’t such a turn on I might be really pissed off at him for even insinuating it in the first place. Then again, she had been ready to go as soon as we were back here. No foreplay needed at all. I wondered if there really was something else that was going on between her ears that night to get her so turned on before she had a chance to go back to the cubes with me and get off.