The Crush: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  What can I say? I was madly in love and still got drunk on the intoxicating experience that was my lovely wife.

  I looked over my shoulder. “You know you don’t have to go to this reunion. It’s not like there’s some law stating that attendance at these things is mandatory or anything.”

  Abby sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I know. I just feel like that’s taking the easy way out.”

  “How’s that the easy way out? How many of those people have you talked to in the last ten years?”

  Abby plopped down on the bed which bounced under her. Which caused her own tits to bounce in a hypnotic way up above. She put a hand to her chin and thought about that for a moment.

  “I guess not many of them now that you mention it,” she said.

  “Exactly! So who are you going to be disappointing if you don’t show up?”

  A dark cloud passed across her face and I immediately wished I hadn’t said that. Who would she be disappointing if she didn’t show up at her reunion? I had a very good idea as to exactly who she’d be disappointing, though she’d never say it. Out loud. Not to me. She knew how I felt.

  Only that cloud was gone in an instant. Her face was smiling again.

  “I suppose you’re right,” she said. “I suppose it would be a better idea to just stay home.”

  “Or maybe take a little mini vacation that weekend!” I said.

  “Yeah!” she said. “That sounds like fun.”

  “You can think about it, at least,” I said.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  “For what?”

  “For giving me my space,” she said. “For listening when I needed it. You’re the best husband.”

  I pulled myself away from the sink and took a step towards her. I struck one of my manliest poses and she threw her head back and giggled. “Oh really? Well if I’m the best husband ever then why don’t you prove it to me?”

  “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”

  “How about some of that practice we were talking about?”

  “Abby put a finger to her lips and hummed for a moment as though she was thinking about it and I fixed her with my best hurt expression. It was all part of the dance. It was all part of our little game.

  “I guess I could show you how much I appreciate you babe,” she said with a smile.

  2: A New Fantasy

  I didn’t waste any time. When your wife tells you she’s in the mood you got on that.

  So I ran and dove into the bed. Abby shrieked and giggled as I dove towards her and rolled to the side at the last moment allowing me to belly flop on the mattress beside her. I immediately scrambled to my feet and lunged for her. She shrieked once again, and I barely missed as she jumped out of the way.

  “Playing hard to get are we?” I said.

  “Maybe?”

  “I’ll show you!”

  I lunged again and again Abby giggled and jumped out of the way. We had a king-size bed and Abby was petite and fast. That was a deadly combination when you were trying to pin someone down on a bed.

  “Oh dear! What would my husband think?”

  I paused for a moment and felt my cock twitch. So we were playing that game tonight? Abby was a fan of introducing little fantasies like this into our bedroom repertoire, and this had been one of the newer themes. I have to admit I found it intriguing.

  Even if it did make me think of him from time to time.

  “I don’t care what your husband thinks,” I growled. “You’re mine!”

  Abby jumped out of the way as I lunged for her a third time. This time she shrieked in mock horror. “Oh no! This is wrong! I’m a married woman!”

  “And I don’t give a damn! You’re married and I’m going to make you mine!”

  Abby paused in the center of the bed, sitting with her knees splayed out slightly so I could see the outline of her pussy where her shorts were pulled up against her body. There was a dampness between her legs that showed just how turned on she was. I wondered if she was turned on because we were about to have sex, because of the dirty talk, or because of some combination of all of the above.

  Whatever. As long as my wife was turned on and ready to go I’d take it.

  She wagged a finger at me causing her tits to bounce slightly. “Naughty boy!”

  “Damn straight!” I said.

  I dove for her one last time, only this time she didn’t try to get away from me. This time she smiled and held her arms out, allowed me to wrap my own arms around her as I slowed at the last minute and pressed her down onto the mattress.

  I raised an eyebrow as I looked down at her, her hair splayed out across our bed. “What about all that stuff about your husband getting angry?”

  Abby bit her lip as my cock pressed against that delicious wet spot between her legs. As the head of my cock poked out from between my boxers and I felt the warm inviting wetness where her arousal had soaked through her pajama shorts.

  “Fuck my husband,” she said.

  “That’s the idea!” I roared.

  Now that I had her in my arms I planned on taking full advantage. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her up. She was so petite, so light, that it was ridiculously easy for me to lift her. Then she was on her knees once again, only she was pressed against me. Her tits were pressed against my chest and it felt incredible.

  My arms wrapped around her, one going up to behind her head to gather up some of her hair as I pulled her in for a kiss. The other moving down and she gasped as I gave her tight ass a squeeze. I loved the feel of my wife. I loved her tight body. Six years out of college and she still had the tight cheerleader’s physique that I’d so enjoyed back when we first got together.

  I pressed my lips against hers and she immediately opened her mouth to me. Our tongues shot out and danced with one another. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my wife against me. I felt like I was the luckiest man in the world every time she pressed her tight body against me. Every time I got a chance to taste her, whether that taste was her delicious kisses or the equally delicious tastes on offer between her legs.

  Abby sighed and moaned into my mouth as I pressed my cock against her. As I positioned myself so it was moving back and forth against her pussy lips down where our bodies made contact. I was rock hard, and to be honest I realized that I was even more turned on than usual. My wife was more than enough to get me going on any day, but there were days when you were into it and there were days when you were just going with the flow because hey, hot chick right in front of you willing to have sex.

  This was definitely one of those days where I felt an indescribable heat as though I was coming down with a fever. Heat ran through my entire body, and the source of that heat wasn’t my gorgeous wife. No, I was pretty sure it was that naughty dirty talk she’d initiated.

  I don’t know where she got the idea, but I liked it.

  “Aren’t we turned on tonight?”

  I growled again and pushed her down. I hooked my hand into her tank top. She smiled and sighed as she moved her hands up over her head. As I exposed inch after inch of her delicious body to my eager eyes. This was something else I never got tired of. Unwrapping my wife’s perfect petite body was one of my greatest pleasures in life. Her tits sprang free with that wonderful bounce they made every time I pulled her shirt up over her head. I licked my lips as I looked down at her. As I pulled her shirt the rest of the way over her head and then she was topless before me.

  An image floated unbidden into my imagination. My wife lying back on the bench seat of a truck in her cheerleading uniform after a football game her senior year. In my imagination I saw a handsome guy with tousled blonde hair and a cowboy hat leaning over her on the bench seat doing the same thing I just did. Pulling her uniform up, up, revealing her treasures to him. Leaning down and kissing her. Swirling his tongue in her mouth as they explored forbidden territory.

  I shook my head. I was back in the present. Where the hell had that thought come from? Why was
my cock twitching and almost on the verge of blowing a load as I thought about that?

  I pulled my own shirt up over my head and then I fell down on Abby, pressed her tits against my chest and pressing my cock up against her. Rubbing against her. Luxuriating in the feel of her soft and oh so warm skin pressing against my muscled chest.

  We made out like that topless like a couple of teenagers for a few more minutes before she moved her hands down and fumbled at my boxers. I pulled away from the kiss and grinned down at her as her hand slipped inside the band of my boxers and her hand was wrapping around my cock.

  And I was back in the past again. Leaning over her. Feeling her hand wrapping around my cock. Maybe it was the first time her hand had ever wrapped around a cock before. Despite how hot she was, despite how popular she was back in school, Abby had gotten a late start. One of the side effects of being a good church girl in a small Midwestern town. Only to hear her tell it, and it was a difficult to get any of those stories out of her let me tell you, she’d more than made up for lost time when she turned eighteen. When she started her senior year.

  I shook my head and I was back in the present again. With my wife’s hand wrapped around my cock. Jerking it up and down as she thrust her hips up to meet the head of my cock. As her body writhed and gyrated under me. I leaned down and kissed her again, though I was going to have to stop this soon. I was close to coming just from her hand. Not that I was necessarily against coming all over my wife’s hand. I just figured there were far better ways for me to get off than a hand job.

  Reluctantly I reached down and pulled her hand away. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. I leaned down and pecked her on the lips.

  “That’s so damn good,” I said. “I’m worried I’m going to lose it.”

  Her eyebrows rose almost all the way up to her forehead. “Really? From a hand job?”

  I shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “What can I say?”

  “Don’t say anything,” she said. “Just get those boxers off.”

  Abby didn’t have to tell me twice. I flopped down on my back beside her. I ripped my boxers aside and tossed them to the floor. Abby was in the process of getting out of her own shorts, but I interrupted her. I grabbed her shorts and panties, hooked my fingers through both at the same time, and then I was pulling. She bit her lip, gasped, and lifted her ass into the air as I pulled her pajama pants down revealing her beautiful pussy to me.

  I licked my lips. I wanted nothing more than to taste my gorgeous wife, but I had other things in mind right now. I tossed her shorts aside and fell on her once more, only this time there was absolutely nothing separating us. I positioned my cock at her entrance, pressed the head of my cock in her, luxuriating in the warm wetness as her pussy lips surrounded me.

  And I was back in time once more. My cock was pressing against her pussy lips only she was under me with that skirt still on. I was staring down at her like she was the most gorgeous woman in the world, which of course she still was. Only there was something about that first time, which is what was happening in my imagination. Something about experiencing the wonders of a woman for the first time, that made it so much more amazing.

  As I looked down at her I knew that I wasn’t in my body. I was in his body. The asshole. The guy she’d dated for most of her senior year. The guy who’d gotten to a lot of firsts with her. David.

  But she ultimately broke up with him the summer after her senior year because she was going off to college and he was more than content to stay back home in their one stoplight town.

  Sure Abby had dated other guys. She’d fooled around with guys before she got with me, though we somehow managed to be each other’s firsts where it really counted. Only he was the only other one aside from me she’d actually had feelings for. That she’d actually been together with for more than a couple of months. The only one, as far as I knew, she’d loved.

  And judging from the looks that crossed her face tonight, maybe the only one in that she still carried a torch for.

  In my fantasy version of the past my gorgeous wife, though she wasn’t exactly my wife in this scenario, looked up at me with a sad smile. “We can’t.”

  And then I was back in the present once more. I blinked and shook my head.

  “What?”

  “You don’t have a condom on,” she said. “You know we can’t.”

  I pressed inside her a little more. Luxuriated in the feel of her warm pussy wrapping around my cock. And, if I’m being perfectly honest, I was also enjoying that I was actually able to sink my cock inside her beautiful body. That was something he’d never actually done. She hadn’t completely gotten rid of the whole good girl thing until she got to college and got a little partying under her belt. Until she met me.

  “You’re on the pill, and I’m so fucking horny.”

  Abby rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her face. “Now that sounds like something I would’ve heard back in…”

  She hesitated for a moment. And I figured I knew exactly what that hesitation was. That was exactly the kind of thing she would’ve expected to hear from David back in the day. Back when he was still trying to convince her. Back when he was looking for the honor of being her first.

  “… College.”

  It was almost a save. I almost didn’t notice the hesitation that gave her away. I wouldn’t have noticed it if I hadn’t been watching for signs. If I hadn’t been looking at her face for any indication that she was thinking about more than her class president or her ten year class reunion.

  I knew she had to be thinking about him. Maybe that was me projecting since it seemed to be all I could think about, but I didn’t think so. I didn’t think I was imagining things. She was good, but not that good.

  I finally sank my cock all the way inside her and I sighed. She moaned and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me against her. That sigh was all the encouragement I needed. Apparently condoms were off the menu tonight which was just fine with me.

  As I pulled out and moved inside her I was distracted. I wondered what was wrong with me. Where these thoughts were coming from. Sure we’d played this game before. The little game where she acted like I was somebody coming into the house to take her. That I was some man, not her husband, who was very interested in taking her in a way that only a husband should.

  But tonight was the first time that fantasy was combined in my mind with the whirling mix of emotions that I felt every time I thought of her with her old high school boyfriend. There was always jealousy there, though I didn’t quite understand why. Sure I’d seen other guys looking at her, she was gorgeous after all, but that had always made me proud more than anything else knowing my wife was so hot that every other guy at a house party wanted her. Wanted to be with her.

  Only now that I was moving in and out of my wife, pounding her and thinking about how much he would have loved to do this but never got the chance to, somehow asserting my dominance over him by being with my wife in a way that he was never able to, I realized that beneath that undercurrent of jealousy there had also been something else. Arousal.

  I’d been turned on.

  It was such a stunning realization that I almost stopped fucking. Abby looked up at me and raised an eyebrow, opened her mouth as though she was about to ask if something was wrong. I shook my head. I needed to get back in the game. I could process everything later.

  For now it was just a fantasy, and if it was turning me on then I figured I’d just go with it.

  And so I entered a weird headspace as I fucked my wife. A half fantasy world, half reality as my cock slid in and out of her. As she threw her head back and her hair tossed from side to side. As she let out gasps, squeals, and moans every time my cock slid inside her.

  Half of me was in reality. Was in our bedroom in the here and now. Half of me was her husband, married to her these past three years, the only man to ever go all the way with her. We were a happily married couple fucking with reckless abandon as I felt her tight pussy wrapping
around my cock, as sweat dripped from my body, as her amazing tits bounced with my every thrust.

  But tonight there was another part of me. There was another place I was going. I was in a fantasy world. A fantasy world from ten years ago when she’d graduated high school. The summer after her senior year when their relationship had gotten really hot and heavy. When she’d admitted she was the closest she’d ever been to throwing aside her good church girl morals and giving in. Finally doing what she’d so very desperately wanted to do with him the entire time they’d dated.

  It was as though I was half in my body while at the same time having an out of body experience. Being projected into the past. To a fantasy world that I’m sure still very much existed in his mind where he got a chance to fuck my wife.

  It was as though I could feel the desire for my wife that he must’ve felt. And it was turning me on. It was encouraging me to new heights. It was making me pound my wife in a way I never had before. And it was sending me over the edge faster than I’d ever gotten there before.

  Holy shit!

  “I’m close!” I shouted.

  “Holy shit! What got into you?” Abby screamed.

  Her body shuddered underneath me and her mouth opened as her head threw back and a loud wail escaped her lips. Holy shit. She was coming harder than I remembered seeing her coming in quite a long time. Her legs clamped around me and her body started vibrating underneath me. That’s the only way that I could think of to describe it. She was fucking vibrating! Or vibrating while fucking. Whatever.

  I had one last thought. One last trip into the past as I buried myself inside my wife. As my cockhead expanded and I started twitching inside her. Unloading without a condom in the way. I imagined her old boyfriend. Imagined the last ten years. Thought about how he must have thought about my wife over those years and how he let her get away. I imagined him jerking off thinking about doing just this as blast after blast of my come pumped deep inside my gorgeous wife’s waiting pussy.