The Crush: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  I looked her up and down for any sign she’d just been in the woods on her knees in front of her old high school sweet heart swallowing his cock. I was impressed with her ability to clean up quickly. There wasn’t a single trace of leaves, wetness, or even rumpled clothes that I might’ve expected considering what she’d just been up to.

  “Where did you two disappear to?”

  Her smile slipped slightly but I smiled in turn to reassure her. I wanted her to know I wasn’t mad at her. How could I be mad? All I could think about was how those lips had been wrapped around David’s cock.

  David’s mouth compressed to a thin line and he looked around as though he wanted to be anywhere but standing in front of me considering what they’d just done. “Um, we were just off talking. Catching up on old times.”

  “I bet you were,” I said with a wink to Abby. “So honey, I was wondering if we could talk real quick?”

  David opened his mouth as though to say something but a quick look from me silenced him. Abby looked between the two of us and seemed like she was trying to suppress a giggle, but she held out a hand which I gladly took. That was a lot easier than I thought it’d be.

  I pulled Abby away from the bonfire and out into the field where all the cars were parked. As we walked through the abandoned dark cars I was thinking about Abby. About David. About her mouth running up and down his cock. And my cock was throbbing as I thought about it. My shorts were tenting out as I thought about it.

  “I’m so sorry. He pulled me away and I didn’t have time to find you,” Abby said.

  “Don’t worry,” I said. “Tiffany told me what you were up to and I got there in time to see the show.”

  “Oh? I wondered what that noise was over by that tree,” she said.

  I turned and grinned. “So you knew?”

  “I suspected. Either way I figured if you wanted to stop me you’d say something.”

  “Fuck. I couldn’t have stopped you if I wanted!”

  “So why are we coming out here to the parking lot big boy?”

  I searched the dark cars until I saw it. A massive towering hunk of metal that dwarfed everything else out here. A beat up old thing with a huge bench seat that probably got about five miles to the gallon. And the doors were unlocked. All I wanted was to get to David’s truck so we could put that bench seat to good use. Abby looked unsure as she saw where I was going, but she followed. When we reached the truck she glanced at the truck then turned towards me as I pulled it open, as the dome light came on overhead.

  “What about all that crap about not getting into his truck?”

  Abby never got an answer. I pulled her against me with more force than I would’ve thought possible. I was consumed with lust after what I’d just seen out there. I was a man possessed. I needed my wife in the worst way possible. She blinked in the moonlight and then I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. I felt an urgency. An arousal that was unlike anything I’d ever felt. I needed my wife more than I’d ever needed a woman before in my life. I opened my mouth to her and moved my hand down and rubbed it along the length of her pussy which felt so hot, so wet even through her shorts. She was good and turned on, and I had a pretty good idea why.

  I pulled away from the kiss and she looked up at me wide-eyed with a huge grin plastered across her face. “Holy shit Brandon!”

  “You have no idea,” I said.

  I wrapped my hands around her waist and laid her down on the bench seat. A naughty little scenario had occurred to me. Something I’d never thought of before in my life, but now that I was here with this truck that had been the location of so many of my fantasies this past month it was the only thing on my mind. It was an obsession running straight from my brain down to my cock and I had to fuel it.

  “Did you fool around with him in this truck?” I asked as I leaned over her. She stared up at me under the dome light with a look that was pure arousal.

  I grabbed her by tight fitting plaid shirt and pulled her into a kiss. Our tongues danced for a moment and my cock twitched as I tasted something salty on her tongue that was foreign, that was new. I realized I was tasting another man’s seed on my wife’s tongue which shouldn’t have surprised me considering he’d only given her tonsils a bath about fifteen minutes ago. God that was hot!

  I pulled back and stared at her, my eyes on fire.

  “I asked you a question. Did you fool around with him in this truck?”

  Abby glanced around, but there was nobody in the parking area. All the sound, all the noise, all the movement was back around the bonfire where her old high school friends were still hanging out.

  She looked back to me. “I did.”

  I grabbed her hands and moved them down so they were at my waist, started pulling them up and my shirt came up with them. She got the idea and pulled up as I looked at him.

  “Did you pull his shirt up like this?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  I reached down and ripped her shirt aside. Buttons popped everywhere as her bra was revealed. I reached down and pulled up causing her gorgeous tits, tits that had known another man’s touch for the first time in a decade tonight, to pop out.

  “Did he run his hands all over your tight little body? Did it turn you on?”

  “Yes!” she gasped.

  I was in two places. I was here with my wife on the bench of this ancient truck that she tooled around in back in high school. But at the same time I was also back ten years ago when she was in the truck with David. With her high school sweetheart. Fumbling around for the first time. Exploring for the first time. I imagined him on top of her grinding his cock against her pussy desperately wishing that he could do a lot more, that there weren’t any clothes between them, and dear God was that an incredible image.

  Abby glanced one more time towards the bonfire, but it was obvious no one was coming out here. Everyone was either getting drunk over there or getting laid out in the woods. We were apparently the only people who thought about getting laid in the parking lot.

  “I’m going to fuck you like he wanted to fuck you back then. Like he wanted to fuck you tonight.”

  I climbed into the truck and onto the bench seat and I was surprised at how comfortable it was. It was made of some sort of soft cloth and it was more than big enough, wide enough, to accommodate both of us. They definitely didn’t make them like they used to. It felt amazing against my hot skin.

  Abby arched her back and lifted her ass as I reached down and unzipped her shorts. As I pulled them down along with her panties, and then she was lying there naked in David’s truck as I fumbled and pulled my pants down. I kicked them out onto the ground and looked at my wife lying there with her chest heaving, biting her lip, her pussy lips wet and engorged and her nipples straining for me. I imagined her being this turned on with David back in the day. I wondered if she’d ever been this completely exposed in this truck before considering her good girl streak back then, or if I was the first guy to get her like this in his truck.

  I knew I was definitely going to be the first guy to fuck my wife in her old boyfriend’s truck!

  I pulled my cock out and positioned it at the entrance to my wife’s sopping wet pussy. I grunted in surprise, she was really turned on, and then with a single thrust I buried myself to the hilt inside her. My cock was deep inside my wife’s body even as I imagined what it would’ve been like to watch David’s cock plunge deep inside her. Even as I thought back to her in that stand of trees with another man’s cock moving in and out of her tight little mouth.

  I closed my eyes, pleasure running up and down my body, and whimpered.

  “He used to beg me to let him fuck me just like this,” Abby said as I pulled out and rammed inside her again. Her delicious tits bounced and I let out a groan, locking my eyes with hers.

  “We used to fool around her in this truck every weekend, and sometimes on weeknights if we could sneak out. It was so fucking hot. We did everything in the book except for fucking whenever we c
ould, his cock was in my mouth, my hands, on my body, whenever we had a spare moment.”

  God I was getting into this. I was all for this line of dirty talk. Damn was it was turning me on hearing her talk about rolling around with another man. Thinking about another man getting a little piece of her tonight. Knowing that out there at the bonfire was a man whose dick was still coated with my wife’s saliva.

  Fuck! That was it. That was too much for me. Thinking back to the blowjob she’d given in that clearing was too much. I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed the bench seat as a massive orgasm shot through my body. A delicious pleasurable explosion started at my cock and radiated out through the rest of me as I buried my cock deep in my wife and blew my load.

  I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t know where I was. I was thinking about her getting hot and heavy with David in this truck even as I fucked her in the truck in a way he was never able to. I was thinking of my wife giving a blowjob. I was thinking of my wife fucking me. And it was all so incredible. Everything ran together in the most incredible and intense orgasm of my life.

  Abby’s sopping wet pussy clamped down around my cock and I heard her gasp. Usually she didn’t come this quickly, but my cock twitching inside her, the combination of dirty talk and getting worked up with David earlier, seemed like it was too much for her. She raked her fingernails down my back as she threw her head back and let out a loud noise that was halfway between a moan and a scream, and I didn’t even care. Let the people at the bonfire hear my wife coming on my cock.

  Her orgasm was the same as she’d had so many times before, and yet it somehow felt different this time. More intense. More intimate. So much sexier now that we were indulging in this oh so forbidden and oh so incredible fantasy.

  I came down from my high, my chest still heaving, my wife’s orgasm still rocking her body as I looked down at her. She was sweating, and I could tell from the look on her face it had been just as good for her as it was for me.

  Finally she finished, the last shudders of her orgasm settling and coming to a stop, and I leaned down as I pulled out of her. I kissed her, once again tasting the salty aftertaste of another man’s cum on my wife’s tongue, and felt another thrill run through me.

  “That was fucking incredible Abby,” I said.

  “Holy shit Brandon. That was amazing!”

  “You’re telling me,” I said.

  Abby looked around the truck and then back to me with a huge grin on her face. “Well you certainly just managed to get a hell of a lot farther in this truck than David ever did.”

  I returned the grin and was about to lean down and kiss her when the sound of drunk shouting moving through the cars pulled me out of the fantasy world and into reality. I looked up with panic and Abby’s eyes widened.

  In a flash we were out of the truck and running for the Lexus. It was made a little more difficult since Abby was mostly naked and I still had my pants around my knees, but somehow we managed to make it without getting caught.

  13: Rationalizations

  It was quiet on the ride back to Abby’s parents’ house. We decided it was probably better to head out after our little tryst on the bench seat of David’s truck.

  I watched cornfields passing by. I watched bugs appearing in the headlights and smashing into the car. I winced. I really was going to have to take the car in to get it washed and checked out as soon as we got back to the city.

  But it wasn’t the bugs on the windshield or gravel kicking up on my car that was really preoccupying me. No, I kept running over the day’s events in my head. How things had spiraled out of control in the most amazing way possible. In a way that I still couldn’t believe, but in a way that I loved.

  I glanced over to Abby who was looking out her own window. Not facing me. It was difficult for me to tell how she felt. She’d been leaning against her window staring out like that the entire ride.

  “So that was interesting,” she said.

  I jumped at the sound of her voice. It was the first time she’d spoken since we hopped into the car. The sound of another voice in the car after nothing but the rattling of gravel underneath the car was startling. The admission of what we’d just done, the way she was bringing everything out into the open after I’d been off in my own little world when it came to this fantasy for so long, was equally startling. It still felt weird to have everything out in the open like that.

  “It was fun though,” I said.

  Abby turned and looked at me, and I saw moisture welling up in her eyes. That made me want to pull the car off to the side, only there wasn’t an “off to the side” of this road for me to pull off to even if I wanted to. There was just gravel and then a ditch on either side of the road. I had no idea what the hell people were supposed to do if they got stranded out here in the middle of nowhere. Probably wait until some kindly farmer happened by on his tractor to give them a ride.

  “Are you upset?”

  Abby reached up and wiped some moisture from her eyes. “Not upset. Not exactly. Just…”

  I waited for her to continue. This seemed like one of those times when it was best to wait her out. To let her process things on her own. In my experience saying things in these situations usually only made it worse. I definitely felt like saying something in this situation when I’d been the main instigator of everything that happened and she seemed upset about it would be a bad idea.

  I was starting to wonder if I’d just blown our entire marriage. If I just sent five years together and three years of marriage down the drain because I’d suddenly been grabbed by this uncontrollable fantasy.

  “I don’t know what it is,” she said. “I was just always a good girl. I waited for marriage, well I waited until I found the guy I knew I wanted to marry. And the way I acted tonight…”

  I reached out and grabbed her hand as I finally turned onto a road that was properly paved. It was wonderful to finally be back on a highway, even if the “highway” was actually a two-lane road that barely deserved the name if you ask me.

  “But you did that for me honey,” I said.

  “That’s it,” she said. “I don’t know if I did that just for you.”

  My cock stirred and took notice at that. Not that I was exactly surprised at her admission. Fantasizing about seeing her with another guy was one thing, but her actually going along with it was another thing entirely. Something told me this fantasy would’ve never been realized if she wasn’t into it just a little bit.

  Only once again I waited. I let her work things out. I let her decide whether or not she was going to tell me anything else, and I’d let her tell me whatever she was going to tell me in her own good time.

  Turns out her own good time wasn’t very long at all.

  “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about David over the years. Thought about what we did that summer. Thought about how close we got,” she said.

  I squeezed her hand. “Did you ever regret that you didn’t?”

  I didn’t bother to mention what she didn’t do. I figured that was just assumed at this point. She’d know what I was talking about. She gave my hand a squeeze in return.

  “No, I don’t regret that I waited,” she said. “I’m so glad I waited for you, that we saved ourselves for each other. Only…”

  “Only?”

  “No,” she said with a shake of her head. “It sounds really fucking stupid, even to me.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I pulled into her neighborhood, but I was going a little slower than was strictly necessary. I wanted to give her time to work through this and it’s not like I was holding up traffic or anything by creeping down the road. I figured the only people who were actually out were coming home from that party we just left or small town cops cruising around looking for drunk drivers. Or maybe they were out looking for cow tippers. I wasn’t sure what the criminal element did in a place like this when they weren’t busy cooking meth.

  “Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? I�
��ve been agonizing over this fantasy, over how ridiculous it sounds, for the past month! Next to that nothing you say could possibly sound ridiculous,” I said.

  I pulled into her parents’ driveway and put the car in park, but made no move to get out. This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to interrupt. She was finally letting loose a little bit. She was finally telling me how she felt about tonight. I wasn’t going to interrupt that for anything. Sleep could wait.

  “It’s like this,” she said. “And I realize this is really convoluted fucking logic, so I’m admitting that ahead of time.”

  “Okay, go ahead.”

  Idly she reached out and traced a hand up and down my leg, though she didn’t make any move towards my cock like she had every other time she did that particular move today. I figured that was a good sign. She wasn’t thinking with the brain down below, if that was even something girls could think with. No, she was just working through things.

  “Well it’s like this,” she said. “I figure back when I was with David I was saving myself for marriage, or for the man I was going to marry. That’s why I didn’t do anything with him. I wasn’t sure he was the one, and it turned out I was right when we ended up breaking up before I went off to college.”

  “Makes sense,” I said.

  “Well the thing is now I’m already married. I already saved myself for marriage. And that ship has sailed,” she continued.

  I nodded along with her, letting her work it out. My cock was rock hard as she worked through the convoluted sexy logic of the situation, because I had a good idea which station this particular logic train was making a stop at.

  “So now that I already saved myself for marriage, well I figure it isn’t as big a deal if I were to get with David.”

  Abby looked at me and there was a hesitant smile on her face. She was looking at me almost as though she was asking permission. It was a look that made me want to burst out in laughter. Relieved laughter as well as amused laughter. That was it? That was where this was all going?