by Lexi Archer
Contents
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What's A Hotwife?
1: Newly Engaged
2: The New Roommate
3: Temptation Denied
4: Meeting the Roommate
5: Unexpected Firsts
6: Desperation
7: A Little Premarital Sin
8: Little Temptations
9: House Party
10: Too Far?
11: The Waiting Game
12: Ground Rules
13: Teasing
14: Conflicted
15: Reassurances
16: Confession
17: Date With Another Man
18: Voyeuristic Intention
19: All the Way
20: After
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First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, April 2015
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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!
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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!
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1: Newly Engaged
I blinked sleep away from my eyes and was greeted by the most wonderful sight in the world. I reached out and moved a stray strand of hair away from Brandi’s face and that was enough to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered and then she smiled when she saw me looking at her.
“Morning gorgeous,” I said.
“Good morning yourself stud,” she replied.
I leaned forward and kissed her. I didn’t care that it was so early in the morning and both of us could probably do with a quick once over with a toothbrush before we started doing any kissing. Our mouths opened to one another and then my tongue was exploring her. I moved to roll on top of her but she put a hand out and pressed against my chest. Pressed me back until I was against my sheets.
“You know I have class this morning,” she said.
I sighed. “I know. I was just hoping…”
“I know exactly what you were hoping,” Brandi said.
Her hand trailed down my chest and then she was cupping my cock. Her smile turned mischievous as she glanced down. As I felt my cock stirring under her delicate hand running up and down the length of my shaft. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Maybe I was going to get lucky. Maybe she’d decide to take pity on me and give me a hand job or something.
Her hand stopped moving. I followed her eyes down and realized what she was looking at. There was something new sparkling on her finger this morning that hadn’t been there earlier in the weekend. She looked up at me and her face lit up in a smile that made her positively glow.
“That thing still looks damn good on you,” I said.
She leaned forward and kissed me again, though this time it was just a quick peck on the lips that didn’t turn into the intense make out session we’d been enjoying moments ago.
“You have no idea stud,” she said.
She held her hand up and looked at the diamond reflecting in the light streaming in through my window. I let out a sigh of disappointment as she did so. Her holding her hand up to inspect her finger meant she’d pulled away from my cock. Not that I thought there’d actually be time for a hand job this morning. If there was one thing my gorgeous now-fiancée was a stickler for, it was getting to class on time.
“So are you still glad you said yes last night?” I asked.
She fixed me with an annoyed glance that quickly turned into a smile. “Of course I am!”
Brandi stood and moved down to the foot of the bed where she started shrugging off her clothes matter-of-factly. I sat back on my elbows to enjoy the show. One of the benefits of having your girlfriend, though I guess she was my fiancée now, that was going to take some getting used to, staying the night with you so often was that I was treated to this show every morning when she got up to get ready for whatever the day held.
She glanced up to the head of my small full-size bed and smiled a knowing smile at me as she pulled her tank top up over her head revealing her incredible tits to me. Not too big, not too small, incredibly perky with delicious pink eraser tip nipples that I wanted to feel and suck on, she was absolutely gorgeous. It was the perfect complement to her petite frame.
Her hands moved down to her panties and then she turned and wagged a finger at me. I sighed. She’d pulled this move plenty of times when we were just boyfriend and girlfriend, but I’d hoped that maybe putting a ring on her finger would change some things.
“You know the rules you bad boy,” she said.
I sighed again and then threw a pillow over my face. I’d never understand why she was so particular about me getting a look at her without her panties on. I’d fingered her plenty of times, hell I’d even gone down on her on one glorious occasion when she was feeling particularly tempted, but I’d never been able to see her in her completely naked glory.
It was frustrating, to be sure, but I’d learned not to complain too much. I figured I was lucky enough that a gorgeous girl like Brandi who was a stickler for the whole waiting until marriage thing let us get away with doing as much as we were doing right now.
Our school was smack dab in the middle of the Bible Belt, and this school was a bastion of liberal progressive ideals that the small farm communities dotting the countryside around our college town hated so much. A lot of the girls who fed into this school from locally were good country girls who were brought up to fear Jesus and specifically to fear the idea of getting a dick inside them before they had a wedding ring on their finger.
I knew plenty of guys who’d gotten married at the ripe old age of eighteen or nineteen, not even going to college, because they were so eager to get in some girl’s pants. Most of them were completely miserable now. I also knew plenty of guys here at the university who were dating girls who still firmly believed in the whole waiting for marriage thing as well. They were also considering getting married at the ripe old age of twenty, not even graduated from college yet
, and I figured they were well on their way to misery as well.
Were Brandi and I a little young to get engaged? Maybe. But because she was a firm believer in letting off some steam even if she was also a firm believer in not going all the way until marriage I could rest assured that I wasn’t just putting a ring on her finger because I was interested in getting laid. No, we enjoyed everything but the big event, and I wasn’t going to complain too loudly or point out the hypocrisy too much for fear of making the fun come grinding to a halt.
I heard the door to my room open I peeked one eye out from under the pillow I’d been holding over my face and she was standing with her face peering around the door. I didn’t have a roommate at the moment, the last guy had graduated early and left me in search of a new one for the spring semester, and so there was no worry about her making the sprint down to the bathroom completely naked. Not that worrying about a roommate seeing her sprinting down the hallway completely naked had ever really stopped her before, come to think of it. Just thinking about that sent a little thrill running down my body. It always did.
Weird.
She smiled when she saw me peeking out from under the pillow and leaned out so that her tits were on display for a moment. Then she winked and was gone. I heard the water from the shower start and I decided to go back to sleep for a little while. My first class wasn’t for several more hours, I was a firm believer in not scheduling any classes before at least ten o’clock in the morning, and Brandi was always nice enough to wake me up before she left for class anyways.
Sure enough I felt delicious lips brushing against mine. In my dream it was Brandi leaning down over me, her gorgeous body on top of me as she was sinking down on my cock. I thrust my hips up to meet her and then I realized there was something there preventing me from pressing up inside her completely. I tried again and Brandi giggled above me.
I opened my eyes and saw her leaning over me in a tank top and shorts. Shorts that definitely prevented my cock from moving up inside her like I’d been trying to in the dream.
“Somebody certainly seems like they were having nice dreams!” Brandi giggled.
“All about you babe,” I said.
I reached up and pulled her down onto me. Her tank top brushed against my bare chest and then our mouths came together once more and we were making out as I started thrusting up against her in earnest. Hell, sometimes she let me keep this up long enough that I ended up blowing my load against her, which I figured was the closest I was going to get to actual fucking until our wedding day which couldn’t come soon enough as far as I was concerned!
Only she stopped pressing her hips down and pulled away. She looked absolutely gorgeous with the morning light streaming in around her catching her hair that was perfectly done up around her. Along with going to class early in the morning she was also a firm believer in looking perfect no matter if she was going to a party or to an early morning class where everyone else had just rolled out of bed and come to class in sweats. No, she definitely wasn’t a fan of going out to class in sweats and pajamas or no makeup.
“So are you actually going to class today?” Brandi asked.
“You know it,” I said.
I tried it to feign mock hurt at her accusation, but we both knew it was bullshit. I’d been known to skip any class that wasn’t strictly necessary. Like classes where the professor didn’t take attendance and all I needed to do was study the book to pass. That annoyed Brandi, but whatever. She went to college in her way and I did college my way. I hadn’t run into any trouble so far.
“Got any other plans for the day? I was thinking maybe we could meet up for lunch.”
“Actually that’s going to be a no can do on a lunch date,” I said with regret. “I’m meeting up with a guy who might be taking over John’s lease.”
Brandi snorted. “Good luck with that!”
“Hey, he sounded normal enough on the phone,” I said.
“Like the stoner?”
“To be fair that guy sounded perfectly normal when I talked to him on the phone. It’s only when I met him that I could smell the wall of Mary Jane surrounding him.”
Brandi stood and started putting things into her backpack. “And the guy on that registry?”
I shook my head at that. It had actually been Brandi’s idea to check the registry to make sure nobody interested in rooming with me was on it. A good thing too.
“We caught that before he signed the lease,” I said.
“Well whoever this guy is he has to be better than the one who decided to cleanse your aura for you while you were talking about the room.”
I shrugged. “I figured that guy and the stoner probably would’ve gotten along pretty well.”
“The point I’m trying to make here is that you don’t have the best track record of finding new roommates,” Brandi said.
“I’m sure this guy will be different,”
Brandi leaned over the bed to kiss me one final time. “If you say so.”
And then she was on her way out the door. I paused for a moment to enjoy the view as she walked out. There was nothing I loved more than seeing her ass in a tight pair of shorts. Well, maybe I liked the sight of her ass in a tight pair of panties a little more, or no panties at all come to think of it.
“You staying in the dorm tonight babe?”
Her head popped back in. “I haven’t decided yet. Why?”
I raised an eyebrow and gestured to my bed. “You know there’s a solution to my roommate problem right here.”
Brandi smiled a sad smile. “You know I can get out of my dorm plan, and besides I don’t think it’s a great idea to live together before you get married.”
I shrugged. “I had to try. You know I’d love to have you as my roommate.”
“And you will. You’re just going to have to wait until after the wedding.”
Brandi disappeared again. I listened for the sound of her walking out of the house and closing the front door. Then I crashed back against my bed. I still had at least an hour of sleep to get in before my first class of the day. Then it was off to lunch where hopefully I’d be meeting my new roommate and not another complete and total spaz case.
2: The New Roommate
I craned my head back and forth looking around the food court. In retrospect it probably wasn’t the best place to agree to meet up with somebody. Especially at lunchtime when the place was packed with people trying to get a bite to eat between classes. I just told the guy, Anthony, what I was wearing and to meet me at the big food court in the center of campus.
I pulled out my phone and tapped out a quick text telling him where I was. A moment later my phone buzzed and he told me he’d be right over.
I sat down and dug into my pizza and a moment later sure enough a shadow fell across the table. I looked up and blinked. Anthony definitely wasn’t the kind of guy you’d miss. He had brown skin and an easy-going smile on his face. He held out a muscular arm and took my hand and shook it.
“I assume you’re Craig?”
“None other than,” I said. “And you must be Anthony.”
He took a seat and I glanced over what he was eating. A simple deli sandwich and a cottage cheese. A lot healthier than the pizza I was chowing down on. Then again, now that I was getting a good look at him he seemed like the kind who was a bit of a health nut. At the very least he seemed like the type who spent more time in the gym than studying. He had broad shoulders and his arms weren’t the only part of his body that were well muscled. If he ended up being my roommate I was definitely going to have to get some workout tips from him.
We spent the next hour or so shooting the breeze and talking like we were old friends. He had an easy-going personality and that smile never seemed to leave his face. It turned out we liked a lot of the same TV shows, played some of the same video games, and most importantly we agreed on most of the major points of having a roommate. Pay rent on time, stay out of each other’s hair, try not to be too loud, and above all el
se respect the sanctity of a sock on a doorknob.
By the end of lunch I was convinced. This was definitely the guy I wanted to room with.
“So this is looking good but I have a few more questions for you,” I said.
“Shoot,” Anthony said.
“How do you feel about marijuana?”
“Don’t do the stuff myself, but I don’t have a problem with it if you partake. As long as it’s not a way of life.”
I grinned. “I don’t really partake either, and I definitely just wanted to make sure I wasn’t running up against somebody who thought it was a way of life. Next question. Any major convictions I should know about?”
Immediately his face went from an easy-going smile to anger that made me lean back in my chair. I was surprised at the rapid change, and I suddenly wondered if there was something he didn’t want me finding out about.
“What the fuck kind of question is that?”
“Um…”
“Is it because I’m black? Is that what this is about?”
Oh. Oh shit. Panic coursed through me. I hadn’t even thought of it like that. I’d just been thinking about the guy we found on the aforementioned registry and wanted to make sure I didn’t run into anything like that again. I could easily see where that sort of question might be misconstrued. My mouth opened, I tried to say something, but nothing came out.
Anthony held that angry look for another moment and then his face split into a wide grin again. I started breathing. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath.
He waved a dismissive hand. “No man, I’m just fucking with you. But you should see the look on your face!”
“You had me freaked out there. I was just asking because I had a guy that showed up on a registry that I definitely don’t want any of my roommates showing up on.”
“No, no surprises there.” Anthony said.
“Next question. Does my chakra seem out of alignment or do you need to do anything to my aura?”