My Roommate and My Girl: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  Brandi shook her head no again and he shrugged. She said something else and then he smiled and they moved off into the darkness. I felt terror grip my heart. Once more I felt like I was having a hard time breathing. Like someone had knocked the wind out of me.

  If they were going off to a more secluded location to have a little bit of fun then I was going to be shit out of luck. I felt like I was insanely lucky that I'd been able to witness what I had so far, but I had no way of getting up there. Sure I could try to double around to another part of the building, but chances are they were all locked by now considering that the campus activity board seemed to be treating the rest of the building like some sort of secure government building hiding nuclear secrets or some bullshit. And besides, who knew what they could get up to in the meantime while I was looking for them? I might not even be able to find them until the deed was done.

  My phone buzzed. I looked down and breathed a sigh of relief.

  "We're heading back to the house, so you probably ought to get out from behind your hiding place down there and try to beat us."

  And once again I was sent from relief straight back into panic mode. They were heading back to the house. That was great. That meant that I might get to witness something after all. Of course they were heading back to the house and I wasn't at the house. That meant I needed to get the hell out of here and speed across campus to make sure I got there before them. Had he driven? If he drove over here then I was screwed.

  I could only hope and pray that Brandi could find some way to delay him, and yet at the same time I could only hope and pray that he didn't drive and didn't require any delay because I’d desperately want to witness anything my fiancée could potentially do to try and delay him for a few minutes.

  I made my way towards the exit.

  19: All the Way

  I made it across campus in record time and I was breathing heavily by the time I saw my house. I panicked when I got closer though. Anthony's car was clearly parked out in front of the house. If he drove over to the food court that meant both of them were already in there. He’d know I wasn't home and probably had a good idea of exactly where I was and what I was up to even if he hadn’t gotten it out of Brandi.

  I wondered if that would be enough to break the deal, or if he’d be so turned on by Brandi that he'd go ahead with it even if we’d just pulled a fast one on him.

  But when I stepped through to the front porch the house was completely dark. I breathed a sigh of relief. No one in the house. All of my worries were for nothing. The coast was clear.

  I figured I had some time before they made it back to the house, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I flipped the TV on, turned on the lights, and tried to make it look like I’d been sitting here watching a movie.

  It felt like an eternity while I was sitting there waiting for them, but it couldn't have been more than maybe ten minutes before I heard the front door rattling and then they came in laughing. I glanced over and tried to act disinterested, but who was I kidding? My cock was rock hard from what I’d seen down at the food court, and I wanted nothing more than to see their forbidden tryst go to its natural conclusion.

  Brandi came into the living room first with a smile and a wink. Anthony followed behind her and I very nearly blew a load in my pants as he came up behind her and wrapped his muscular arms around my future wife's petite body. He leaned on her shoulder and then leaned in to kiss her cheek before he looked back at me.

  "So I know you enjoyed the show at the food court, you ready to see the rest?"

  My mouth went dry. I blinked. I was so surprised that my mind short-circuited.

  "How did you know?"

  Anthony chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't know, but you just confirmed it."

  "I told you it was an obsession with him," Brandi said.

  I wasn't sure how I felt about them talking about me as though I wasn't sitting right here looking at the two of them. Only a thrill ran through my body at being ignored like that, weird as that was. I couldn’t deny that it was hot. I was so turned on. And I desperately wanted to see them together more than I wanted to see anything in the world.

  I grinned at Brandi. "Are you ready?"

  She looked at Anthony and then back to me. "After what he did with his tongue in the food court I'm ready for anything!"

  So I stood and took Brandi's hand as we made our way back to Anthony’s bedroom.

  I was hyperaware of my surroundings as I sat back in a chair at one end of the Anthony's room. I could feel a couple of worn spots where the chair was pressing against me, though I didn't feel any discomfort. I was so worked up, so turned on, that I figured somebody could slap me and I wouldn't notice. No, my entire focus was on Brandi. It was on Anthony. It was on the slow and sensual way they were making out with her lying back on his bed and him off to one side which gave me a perfect view of everything that was going down.

  Anthony was certainly taking his time and enjoying himself as his hand ran up and down my fiancée's body in a sensual caress. We’d been in his room for awhile now and all they were doing was making out. And yet my fiancée was gasping, she was sighing as though she was just as turned on as when she was fucking me. And I suppose she had good reason to be. If I was this turned on just watching the two of them then I'm sure she was over the moon with desire.

  Finally Anthony started to make a move. I held my breath as his hand moved up under that sheer shirt. I could see everything because it was see-through, and suddenly it occurred to me that maybe Brandi wore that particular outfit tonight for more than one reason. Maybe she wanted to give me a great view as much as she wanted to give Anthony and anyone else who saw her a good view.

  And so I was treated to a front row seat as his hand moved up under her shirt and then he was cupping one of her tits through her black bra. I knew that black bra. It was made of some sort of lacy material that was slightly uncomfortable against my hands, but I was usually so distracted by what we were doing that it never bothered me that much. It also clasped in the front. Anthony made a quick pinching motion and then her bra was undone. It was just a slight loosening, but I knew what came next. His hands moved and then they were caressing her breasts. Her breasts were exposed under that tank top. Her bra shunted off to the side in a position that looked slightly uncomfortable, but Brandi didn't seem like she was in any sort of discomfort. No, quite the opposite as she gasped and sighed under his caress.

  Anthony's hands continued their exploration of my future wife's body, his dark hands a sharp contrast to her petite white frame, and then things started to heat up. They started to get more insistent. Brandi moved her hands up and started pulling up on the shirt he was wearing. He started moaning along with her gasps and then he was pulling up her shirt.

  I watched with rapt attention as they pulled off each other’s clothes. Gasping, moaning, sighing. And a moment later their shirts were off. His muscular chest was positively looming over her petite white frame. Her body looked so incredible as it was juxtaposed against his body.

  As soon as they were both topless Anthony rolled on top of her and my view was obscured. They continued making out, but there was something new this time. A subtle motion that I almost would've missed if I hadn't been looking for it. He was slowly but insistently pressing against her. His ass was clenching as his cock pressed against her body, and once more she was moaning. Only the volume on her moaning was starting to pick up. It was obvious she was starting to get more and more turned on. And through it all he seemed to have the world's greatest level of self-control. Still he was going slow, teasing her and driving her absolutely wild.

  When he moved to the side I could see her nipples pressing out. There was no doubt in my mind that he could feel those nipples pressing against him, trailing against his skin as he continued his up-and-down motion with his cock, and yet he didn't lose it. Amazing.

  By denying her he was working her into a frenzy. I recognized the strategy. It was one I'd used with my
gorgeous fiancée on more than one occasion back when she was still doing the whole waiting for marriage thing. Back when my only hope to have a little fun with her was to get her so worked up that she forgot all about religion and was overcome with lust. It had never quite worked for me, but it definitely seemed to be working for Anthony now that the pesky restriction on waiting for marriage had been lifted.

  And boy had that restriction been lifted in a major way. Not only had she fucked her future husband, but now she had another man who she had no intention of marrying pressing against her. About to put his cock inside her.

  Things really started to move fast. I moved a hand down and stroked my cock.

  Anthony looked over at me and grinned. "I'm going to fuck your girl."

  "Oh God!" Brandi muttered. Meanwhile my hand was moving up and down the length of my cock, through my boxers but still.

  "I wanted to fuck her since the first time I saw her in the gym," he said. "I never knew she was taken, I just knew I'd get around to her sometime. Once I realized she was your fiancée I thought that was that, so imagine my surprise at all this."

  Brandi was gasping and tossing her head from side to side as he moved down and started pulling her skirt down. He left the thong in place, but a moment later that was taken care of as well. He didn't even bother to pull it down. He just yanked and it snapped off.

  "Shit!" I said.

  Anthony moved to the side of the bed and stood. He pointed to Brandi and then to his shorts.

  "Take them off," he said.

  I was treated to the view of my fiancée getting on all fours on his bed and moving over to where his massive cock was obviously tenting out in front of him. She scooted forward until her face was inches from his bulge. My cock twitched as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his cockhead through his shorts. Then she was undoing his button and unzipping his pants.

  My eyes were riveted to that spot as she pulled down. First his shorts and then his boxers. His cock sprang into view and her eyes went wide as she saw it. The thing was absolutely massive, and he had every reason to need magnum condoms! I couldn't believe how huge he was and I wondered how Brandi was going to take that monster in her tight petite pussy that had only been fucked by me, and I wasn’t close to my roommate in the cock department.

  "Damn," Brandi breathed.

  "You like it?" he asked.

  Brandi didn't answer him in so many words. No, she leaned forward and did the same thing she'd done a moment ago with her lips. Only this time there was nothing separating her mouth from his cock. Her lips wrapped around it and I wasn't sure if she was going to be able to take the whole thing. She had trouble taking my cock when she gave me head and I was man enough to admit that I was average.

  Only it seemed that seeing Anthony's cock sticking out like that was encouraging her to new heights of performance. Because no sooner had she wrapped her mouth around his cockhead than she was pressing down. I saw tears trickling down from her eyes, she looked like it was difficult, but she was also continuing to take him. I watched in fascination as a bulge appeared in her throat. As his cock moved deeper and deeper inside her.

  Holy shit. Was she actually going to deep throat him? Just contemplating the idea was a fucking turn on, and I was also glad to see it because that would mean I could look forward to a repeat performance with my own cock later.

  He reached down and gathered her hair in his hand then started pulling her off of his cock. I was mesmerized by the sight of her lips pulling back as her perfectly pink lips and her white face moved along his chocolate cock. As she pulled off with a plop and a trail of her saliva ran from his cockhead over to her mouth.

  "Something wrong?" she asked.

  "Nothing's wrong," he said. "I'm just not going to blow my load in your mouth the first time we do this."

  I felt a shiver run through my body at his words. The first time he was doing this with her. Which meant he was fully planning on taking my future wife again. And I had to admit that if everything else tonight turned out to be just as hot as everything so far then I was going to be more than happy to let him do that.

  God this was so fucking hot!

  That didn't seem to be lost on Brandi either. She smiled up at him and then allowed him to lift her up. He was so strong, so muscular, that it seemed like it was nothing for him to pull her up. Her tits jiggled slightly as he set her on her feet. The two of them standing before one another completely naked was such a study in contrasts. He was massive, positively looming over Brandi. She was short, petite, and it looked like she almost wouldn't be able to take his cock. It was so huge that it looked like it might run the length of her stomach!

  And yet she was going to do it. I had no doubt it was going to happen just as surely as she’d been able to take that monster down her throat. She was looking down at him, looking down at his cock, and she licked her lips as though she was looking at a delicious meal.

  Of course I guess it had just been a delicious meal for her.

  "So how are we going to do this?" she asked.

  Anthony looked over to me and smiled. "Well he wants to watch, so how about we give him one hell of a front row seat?"

  I leaned forward and raised an eyebrow at that. What exactly was he talking about? I really and truly hadn’t been lying when I said I wasn't interested in any sort of participation. No, my turn on came exclusively from watching my fiancée with another man. It had nothing to do with actually participating in my fiancée getting with another man. And I was just a little worried at him suddenly saying he was going to involve me.

  "What exactly did you have in mind?" I asked. "Because no offense, but you're not exactly my type."

  Anthony gestured for Brandi to move over to me. "Go over there and bend over. Rest your hands on his legs."

  Brandi complied. She moved over and then she was right in front of me. She looked up at me and I was staring into my fiancée's gorgeous eyes. I looked up and Anthony came up behind her. He reached down between his legs and then I saw the expression on her face change and I realized exactly what he was doing. I looked up at him and mouthed a silent "thank you" as his cock disappeared inside my fiancée.

  And I had no doubt that his cock was disappearing inside her because of the way her expression changed. Her mouth grew wide, her eyes went wide, and then her eyelids moved down and she was gasping as her entire body was thrust forward and then back. He’d just buried himself inside her and then pulled back.

  "It's so fucking big baby," she whispered.

  "Damn," Anthony said. "I'm surprised you were able to take it like that."

  Brandi looked over her shoulder to him. "Are you kidding? After the way you got me worked up back at the food court?"

  And that was the last thing they said to one another. Apparently she really was turned on if she was able to take his entire cock inside her with one stroke. It was only the second cock to ever fuck her pussy, and I had no doubt that it probably felt like the first time. Hell, if I didn't let ego get in the way and I was completely honest it was probably even more intense than the first time seeing as how his cock was longer and looked thicker than mine.

  She locked eyes with me as her tits started to bounce. As her breath started coming in quick gasps. This was so incredible. It was so much more intimate than anything I'd imagined when I was jerking off and thinking about this. Usually I just imagined watching her from the side like a goofball, but this allowed me to participate in a way without actually participating.

  And in a strange way it also helped me to feel secure. She was staring at me and there was obvious love in her eyes even as there was also obvious lust in her eyes for Anthony. Her gasps were picking up, her screams were growing louder, but I felt a warm comfort wash over me as she continued to bounce forward and backwards. As I looked and saw his hands gripping her waist so tightly and pulling her back and forth. As I watched her hair flowing back and forth as he slammed in and out of her.

  Yeah, he was taking he
r. He was making her his. He was fucking my fiancée for everything she was worth and from the way she was screaming and her body was shuddering as she held my gaze she was getting one hell of a good time out of it.

  Only the way she was looking at me also communicated that no matter what she was mine. I was the man she wanted to marry. I was the man she wanted to be with.

  And in that moment I knew I wouldn't have any problem continuing to do this. Trying it with other guys, or maybe even with Anthony a second time. As long as we had that bond she could play around all she wanted and nothing would tear us apart.

  But I could think about all that emotional crap later. Right now all I wanted to think about was how incredibly fucking sexy she looked with her tits bouncing, with her body moving back and forth as she stood bent over using me as a balance. As Anthony had his massive hands wrapped around her petite waist, almost completely wrapped around her tight body, and continued thrusting his cock in and out of her. He hadn't even bothered to use a condom. I guess that wasn't much of a problem since she was on birth-control though.

  "Does that feel good baby?" I asked.

  "It's so fucking good!" she said. It came out as more of a scream than actual words. And that was the last thing she said to me. After that she descended into incoherent babbling as he continued fucking her.

  Over and over Anthony slammed inside her, over and over I watched. And I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and started jerking it. Brandi looked down, realized what I was doing, and then her own hand moved down and she wrapped her hand around my cock. I couldn't believe it. I was absolutely drunk on this scenario. Anthony was fucking my future wife from behind and she was jerking me off in front. I was so damn close to blowing my load.

  Apparently I wasn't the only one who was close to blowing my load either. His thrusting was growing more insistent. Brandi’s shuddering was also getting more and more pronounced. It felt like she'd been having small orgasms but it looked like she was building to one hell of a whopper.