Hedonism: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  My guts twisted. The fee wasn’t exactly monetary and now he was going on about Anne. About me watching her with another man. I suddenly wondered if maybe this was all some scheme on his part to try and get me in here so that he could get at my wife after all. What if I’d just fallen hook, line, and sinker for some scheme to get in my wife’s pants?

  What if I wanted to fall for that scheme.

  “Look, I haven’t even told Anne where I am. I don’t think I’d be able to get her here, and I’m really not sure she’d be into what you’re doing here,” I said.

  “Oh but that’s not the price of admission. At least not yet. Your wife would have to know eventually, of course, but she seems like a good woman. The type who would stand by her man, as they used to say in the old song. No, I want to show you something else.

  And so I was led deeper into the depraved club. We moved over to one of the dark doors. Now that I was a little closer I could see that it wasn’t terribly dark on the other side. Just dark enough to add some mood lighting. Felix pulled me into the room and I stopped and stared.

  “Katelyn?”

  “Well hello there Edwin,” the pretty redhead said.

  “Um, actually it’s Edward,” I replied.

  “Whatever,” she said. “Does it really matter?”

  She looked over her shoulder to Felix and nodded. “This will do nicely. Thank you Felix.”

  I turned just in time to see Felix bowing out of the room. He didn’t close a door or anything, there was no door to close and they seemed to operate on a trust policy to keep people from sticking their noses in where they weren’t wanted, but it was clear that I was being left alone with the stunning trophy wife to one of the most powerful men at the firm. I swallowed as I turned, and saw that she was standing and moving towards me. Slinking towards me would probably be a better way to describe it.

  “Um, Katelyn, what the hell is this all about?”

  “Why this is all about you making partner at the firm. Come on Edward. You’re a smart boy. I would’ve figured you’d realize what was going on here by now,” she said.

  Something suddenly occurred to me and I looked up. Sure enough I could see a pair of ridiculously expensive shoes just above me on the other side of a glass barrier that kept someone from being able to jump right down into the room. I suddenly had the distinct feeling that if I were to go up there and have a look I’d see none other than Mr. Thomas himself hanging out up there and watching his wife down here with another man.

  And I was the other man. Damn. It appeared I had allowed myself to be pulled into a trap, only it wasn’t a trap where I was expected to sacrifice my wife’s virtue on the altar of making partner. No, I was the one being sacrificed. I was the one expected to fuck another man’s wife.

  She got close and I looked down. She was in a simple black dress that showed plenty of her cleavage. It was dark, but I could just make out her nipples straining against her dress. She had that stunning body that looked so fucking incredible, and apparently she wanted to fuck me.

  “So is this an initiation of some sort? Are you supposed to fuck the new guy or something to give him a taste?”

  Kathryn wrapped her arms around me and stared up, her green eyes sparkling in the dim light. She leaned up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against mine then pulled away to look at me and watch for my reaction.

  “Who said anything about an initiation? I asked for you to be brought here because I had my eye on you at the party. You and that sexy wife of yours. Turns out you’re doing well enough at the firm that my husband was willing to move things along a little bit. If you’re willing to play ball.”

  I pulled at the collar of my shirt. Sure it was stereotypical to pull something like that, but I was just that fucking nervous. Here I was in this strange room in a strange club and it looked like I was suddenly expected to fuck around with one of the big boss’s trophy wives.

  I mean I suppose for some guys that would be the jackpot. Taken into some club where it looked like there was all sorts of hot sex on offer if you were willing to take it. Getting with a hot girl who I’m pretty sure was a pro cheerleader at some point, if she wasn’t still, and no strings attached because she was married to another man. Oh, and on top of all that I was also bucking for one hell of a promotion at the office if I was willing to do this one little petite redheaded thing with a dynamite body that would make other men get down on their knees and beg for more.

  The only problem? There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to do anything of the sort. I was married. Happily married. To the girl of my dreams, no less. Sure I might’ve been getting off on fantasizing about my wife with other men, but I hadn’t discussed that with her. I certainly hadn’t discussed the idea of me getting with other women. We hadn’t opened up our relationship and that meant getting with another girl would be way fucking wrong.

  Kathryn didn’t give me much time to think about that, though. It seemed she was insatiable. No sooner had she done her little song and dance about me playing along with them than she was on me. Her lips pressed against mine and her body molded itself to me. I let out a groan as she snaked a hand down and ran it along my cock. Fuck it wasn’t fair that a woman this gorgeous would be throwing herself at me!

  I’d be lying if I didn’t say there was a big part of me that was tempted to go along with this. I’d give Mr. Thomas what he wanted, seeing his wife with another man, and in the meantime I’d get one hell of a promotion and a night with one of the hottest fucking women I’d ever seen out of the deal. Only again there was that nagging feeling that this was all so wrong. That I needed to get the hell out of here and I needed to be out of here five minutes ago before any of this started.

  Through all that thinking Kathryn continued kissing. She moved along my lips and nibbled at my ear before moving down to my neck. I was overwhelmed with the sight of her, the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her grinding against me. I wanted nothing more than to throw her down on the bed that had been conveniently placed in the room and fill her with my cock. I wanted to not give up on my career, because I had a feeling that if I did what I was about to do then I was going to be out of a job.

  I just hoped Anne would understand why I did what I did.

  I pushed Kathryn away. Her lips kept moving in a kissing motion even as I pushed, but then she realized what I was doing and she stared up, clearly incredulous that I’d be pushing away what she was offering.

  “What the hell are you doing, Edwin?”

  I readjusted myself. I needed more adjusting down below than up above, if you catch my drift. I took a deep breath to gather myself. It was difficult to think because I was in that crazy place that all guys go to when there’s been a hot girl throwing herself at him. Once more I had to fight back the urge to take her now.

  “My name is Edward, and I can’t do this. I’m a married man,” I said.

  She smiled. Stepped forward again and ran a finger along my chest. Then she tried to move in for the kill once more and it was only me putting my hand out against her chest at the last moment that prevented her from molding her body to me once again.

  I realized too late that pushing her away also put my hand on her chest. She looked down and then up to me. Grinned as we both realized what I was doing, but I wasn’t going to stop. No, if I pulled my hand away then there was a very good chance she was going to move in for the kill again.

  “What are you talking about Edward?” she asked. “I’m a married woman too. We’re all married around here. That’s the point of the club. You wouldn’t be here if Felix hadn’t cleared that you were cool with this happening.”

  “That might be true, but I’m married and my wife doesn’t know I’m here. It wouldn’t be right for me to pull something like this on her without her knowledge, so as much as I want to, and believe me I really fucking want to, I can’t.”

  “I suppose that’s your decision,” she said. “Though it might be one you come to regret, if you catch my
meaning.”

  Her eyes darted up to the observation are above where presumably her ancient pervert of a husband was still looking down here. I’m sure right about now he was wondering what the hell the holdup was. It seemed the guys here were used to seeing their wives do all sorts of depraved things and I was interrupting the show.

  I looked her up and down one final time. This could very well be the last time I saw her. There was a good chance that after tonight I’d be asked to pack my things back at the office and that would be that. I wanted to make sure I had this burned into my head for the future when I jerked off thinking about this moment and what an idiot I was being even though deep down I knew it was the right thing to do.

  “I’m truly sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am, but I have to go.”

  And I turned my back on this insanely hot woman and walked back into the large open area at the center of the club. I looked up to the observation area and saw Mr. Thomas staring down at me, though he was far enough away that it was difficult to tell what sort of expression he had on his face. He couldn’t be too happy that I’d just turned down his gorgeous wife, though.

  I’d deal with that when the time came to deal with it, though. For now I needed to get out of here. I needed to get home so I could do something. I wasn’t sure what. I wasn’t sure that I could even talk about all this with Anne. It was all so fucking crazy.

  Felix appeared next to me as I made my way out of the room.

  “Is something wrong? I thought you understood what was happening here?”

  “Oh I understand what’s happening here,” I said. “And I understand that I can’t do it. My wife has no idea that I’m here. No idea that I’m being unfaithful to her. This is wrong. I mean what you’re doing here at the club isn’t wrong if these people all know what’s going on and they’re on board, but doing this to my wife when she has no idea what I’m up to is wrong.”

  I expected Felix to be furious. After all, he was the one providing the service here and I was the one who’d just thumbed my nose at the wife of a very powerful man. If anything it seemed like I was the one who should be in the shit, but Felix smiled at me.

  “If that is how you feel then you must go to your wife. Explain, or not, but know that our club is always open to you. And your beautiful wife.”

  I looked over Felix’s shoulder. On the other side of the open room I could see Katelyn stepping out of the room and staring at me. Though it didn’t seem like she was too heartbroken. Even as she looked over to me she made a gesture with her free hand and a muscled man who looked to be about the same age as me walked over to join her. She waved with one hand as she pulled the guy into the room I’d just vacated.

  Well then. It would seem that the show must go on whether or not I was participating in it. I glanced around one final time, not knowing if this would be the last time I saw this place. Wondering if I would even be employed the next time I went into work considering how things had gone tonight. I’d screwed it up. Fuck a hot chick and be set for life. That was all it took, and I’d blown it spectacularly.

  Oh well. There was nothing for it but to go home to my wife. My beautiful wife who I loved more than any chance at a cushy job.

  9: Confession

  I wasn’t sure what to think as I made my way into the apartment building. I was still running everything that happened back at that club through my mind on repeat. I wondered if I’d made a huge mistake. I wondered if it was really worth giving up my future at the company because I wanted to stay faithful to my wife. I wondered if it was really worth giving up an opportunity to get with a woman like Kathryn because I’d be dishonest with my wife in the process.

  And every time I wondered if I’d made the right decision my brain came back and said that of course we’d made the right decision. It didn’t matter what my dick thought. Anne was the most important thing in my life, and it was important to keep her happy. It was important that I kept her in my life.

  Still, I couldn’t help but wonder how she would feel if she found out that I no longer had a job. How long would our relationship last if we were destitute? Things hadn’t exactly been milk and honey for us, but they’d been going pretty well. Other people who graduated around the same time as us were still searching for jobs because of the lingering effects of the recession while we were comfortable in our apartment and happy in our relationship.

  Would all of that last if I wasn’t bringing in my paycheck and we couldn’t afford the standard of living to which Anne had become accustomed? I didn’t think she was that kind of girl, but I’d seen enough nasty divorce cases at the firm to know that sometimes it was the people who you thought the least likely to pull something like that who surprised you.

  I stepped through our front door and listened for the sound of the television. Usually on nights when I was working late, something that happened more often than not, I got home to find her curled up on the couch after binge watching one show or another. I figured if I was getting home early enough then there was a chance I’d catch her in the middle of the binge, but she wasn’t in the living room.

  Odd, that.

  I moved into the hall leading back to the one bedroom, though it wasn’t really too fair to call it a hall since it was really just long enough to fit a linen closet on one side and the bathroom on the other side. And the entire time thoughts were running through my mind. Thoughts that had been implanted in my brain a few days ago when talking with Felix. Thoughts that were taking over once more.

  What if there was a reason she wasn’t in there watching television? What if she’d had some other entertainment in mind when she found out I’d be working late? What if she’d done something silly like call Brad? What if I was about to walk into the bedroom and find her in the arms of another man after I’d just made the Herculean effort of not stepping out on her?

  I didn’t know how I’d handle that. I didn’t know if I’d be more inclined to get pissed off or turned on. I’d certainly be disappointed that I resisted Kathryn when Anne was back here doing the same to me.

  I moved back to the bedroom and pushed the door open. Immediately I was hit with the sound of the shower going. Why was she showering at this time of day? Was it just because she’d gotten home and wanted to clean off? Or had someone been here while I was off at that club and now she was trying to get his smell off of her?

  I chided myself for thinking like that. I was being ridiculous. She was just taking a shower. That’s all it was, no more, and yet here I was coming up with these ridiculous scenarios of her cheating on me all because I so desperately wanted it to be true. What kind of man thinks of his wife cheating on him because he wants it to be true?

  Me, I guess.

  I poked my head into the bathroom. “You in here honey?”

  Mist billowed out of the shower as Anne stuck her head out and smiled. Her hair was slick and fell down around her body which was completely on display for me. That was one of the advantages to being married to an insanely hot woman. You got to see said insanely hot woman completely naked on the regular. Talk about one hell of a bonus!

  “Hey! I wasn’t expecting you to be home so early. Usually you’re at the office for a few more hours. Something up?”

  I frowned and she must’ve sensed that there was something wrong.

  “Seriously babe, what’s wrong?” she asked.

  “Oh it’s nothing. I just had an interesting night at the office is all. I’ll be in the bedroom if you need me.”

  An interesting evening was one hell of an understatement. Not that I was sure I even wanted to go into all of that with her. No, even though I felt like I’d shown a remarkable amount of restraint tonight by not giving into the temptation being offered at that club, well let’s just say that I wasn’t entirely sure Anne would feel the same way. There was always the chance she’d hear about everything that went down there and decide she was angry with me for lying to her about it in the first place. Or she was angry at me for putting myself into t
hat situation even if I’d gotten myself out of it.

  Talk about a fucked up situation. Even when I’d gotten myself out of it I was still in danger of fucking up my relationship because of what happened there.

  I stood in front of a mirror on Anne’s dresser and looked myself up and down. I didn’t feel like the kind of guy who’d cheat on my woman, but that was almost what I’d become tonight. I wondered how I would’ve felt if it was the opposite situation and it was Anne coming home from a club like that where she’d very nearly gotten it on with an attractive guy.

  I would’ve been more disappointed that she didn’t take the opportunity than if she was faithful.

  I looked at my shirt. It seemed a little wrinkled and rumpled from the way Kathryn handled me earlier, but it wasn’t too bad. Then I noticed something on my neck. I leaned in closer. It was a spot of color on my otherwise white shirt, and I wasn’t sure what the…

  Oh. Oh shit. I needed to get out of this shirt and I needed to get out of it ten minutes ago. The only thing that kept Anne from spotting this and going ballistic was all that mist. I was going to be in serious fucking trouble if she saw that lipstick stain on my collar. I guess I hadn’t realized that Kathryn got that up close and personal with me when she was sucking on my neck earlier.

  Now there was a fun memory even if it was a memory I’d have to keep quiet about for the rest of my natural life!

  I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Damn it. This was not happening. Anne came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel with a worried expression on her face. Usually that sort of worry would’ve been endearing, but right now it just worried me all the more. That worry meant she was about to catch me in one hell of a lie, and I didn’t know what to do.

  “Edward, you seemed really worried back there. I think we should…”

  Anne stopped. Stared. Her eyes went wide. It was obvious she was looking right at the spot where that lipstick was smeared on my shirt and the game was up. Her eyes narrowed.