Fiancee's Confessions: Move-In Day (A Hotwife Fantasy)

by Lexi Archer

  And yet I couldn’t deny the fascination. I couldn’t deny the curiosity I felt as I listened to their voices. It sounded like they were talking about something, and they were getting closer. Then I heard a muted thump. I pulled back and smiled. Leaned in closer and pressed my ear against the wall. Which felt nice and solid after the way the room had been spinning. So I just leaned against it, cuddled up in my bed, and listened to the noises on the other side.

  My eyes would have widened in surprise if I dared open them. As it was I was just mildly scandalized on the inside as I realized what was happening. That thumping I heard was followed by squeaks. Like a bed squeaking. Then there was more thumping. Right against the wall.

  Jeff must have set up his bed right on the other side of my wall. And it was very clear what was going on in there. The squeaking started to pick up. Started to get louder. Started to get more insistent. The wall started to really thud in time with what they were doing on the other side.

  Hearing that noise made me think impossible thoughts. Made me think very naughty thoughts. And with a wicked grin I decided that if they were going to be a little naughty on the other side of that wall then I was going to be a little naughty on my side.

  So I rolled over to the nightstand next to my bed, careful to keep one hand on my head and my eyes squeezed shut. Every time I opened my eyes the room went all weird and wobbly.

  So I felt in my nightstand drawer until my hands wrapped around something plastic. Something hard. Something that started to buzz pretty loudly when I flicked the button on the bottom. I rolled back over to my spot by the wall. The nice cool wall that kept the room from spinning too much. The nice cool wall that was rocking with every thrust Jeff made on the other end.

  They’d been busy on the other side of the wall while I was retrieving my vibrator. I could hear muted gasps and moans. The music had been turned down almost all the way which made it very easy for me to hear everything happening on the other side of the paper thin wall.

  Squeaking. Banging against the wall. Gasps and moans. Grunts as he thrusted.

  And as I moved my vibrator down between my legs, as that delicious buzzing pressed up against my pussy through my pajama pants causing an electric shock to run through my body, I imagined that I was the one in there. I imagined that it was me lying back on his bed. I imagined how it would feel to have his muscular body towering over me. Having him look down at me as those muscles tensed, as his cock thrust in and out.

  I let out a quiet gasp and immediately bit my lip. The last thing I needed was to alert him as to exactly what was going on over here on my side of the wall by moaning. I’d never hear the end of it from that cocky asshole if he realized what was going on. What I was doing over here with my vibrator.

  I slipped my vibrator inside my panties and ran it along the lips of my pussy. My hips churned up as though I’d been hit with an orgasmic lightning bolt as it made contact. Damn. I was used to the vibrator, but there was something about tonight, something about listening in on Jeff, something about imagining another man on top of me thrusting his cock in and out of me where previously only Matt had dominated my fantasy life, that was driving me crazy.

  Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was that I’d been away from Matt for a week. Maybe it was that I was a little deprived since I hadn’t had any sort of sexual release in that week, and maybe it was just how fucking sexy Jeff was. Whatever it was, I was building towards one hell of an intense orgasm. More intense than anything I’d felt in a good long while. Definitely more intense than anything I’d felt with Matt recently, a thought that should have made me feel guilty but didn’t as I was stuck in a foggy orgasmic haze.

  Then it hit me. I was scraping my hand against the wall as their moans rose to a crescendo on the other side. My vibrator moved in and out of my pussy and I imagined it was Jeff’s cock moving in and out of me. That he was on top of me pressing inside and pulling out, filling me with his cock. I was on my bed with a vibrator moving in and out of me, but in my mind I was in his room with him over me thrusting his cock in and out of me as I stared up at him while our sweaty bodies came together, my tits bouncing lewdly as man other than my fiancé thrust his cock deep inside my body and started blowing his load.

  Another wave of impossible pleasure hit me. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter than they already were. I threw my head back and gasped. A few squeaks escaped my mouth, and I hoped to God they weren’t too loud. I was the vibrator between my legs. I was the impossible thoughts of another man running through my head. I was off on an impossible plateau of pleasure that was so intense, so incredible.

  And on the other side of the wall they seemed to be hitting their peak at the same time as me. We came together, though they had no idea this was a threesome. Which was just fine by me. I might be turned on, I might be so fucking hot, but the last thing I wanted was for Jeff to realize just how hot he made me.

  If he knew that then he might try to take advantage. If he tried to take advantage in the state I was in right now I might just be inclined to let him.

  The impossible heat, the explosions of pleasure, faded from my body and then I was coming down from that intense feeling. I took in deep shuddering gasps of air. I saw stars dancing in front of my eyes when I opened them and once more I immediately regretted doing that. Stars dancing in front of my eyes certainly didn’t help my situation, and the room was still insisting on spinning around and around.

  I immediately squeezed my eyes shut. I heard voices on the other side of the wall. It was quieter over there now, and I quickly pulled my vibrator out and flicked it off. I didn’t think it was loud enough to be heard through the walls, definitely not while they were fucking at least, but those walls were ridiculously thin and that vibrator was loud. Best not to take any chances.

  It sounded like all they were doing was talking now. That wasn’t much fun, especially since I couldn’t make out what they were saying, so I decided it was time to call it a night. I felt pretty exhausted after that intense session with the vibrator. After that intense mental session with Jeff. And on top of that I was still feeling that alcohol haze. An alcohol haze that was telling me it was time for me to settle down and maybe get some rest now that the music wasn’t blasting.

  Sleep. Yeah, sleep. That seemed like a good idea. Maybe my head would be clearer in the morning. Maybe I’d finally be free of these impossible recurring thoughts starring Jeff. At least I hoped I would be.

  I rolled over, tossed my vibrator to the floor, and closed my eyes. The music got louder as I did so, but it was enough of a lull and I was exhausted enough that I managed to drift off into dreamland anyways.

  5: Morning Run

  I felt like shit the next morning when I woke up. I opened my eyes and the sun was streaming through my windows. I blinked a couple of times and held my hands up, tried to block the light from hitting me. I was surprised that I got that drunk from just a single glass of alcohol.

  Then again it was a single glass that was filled with some pretty heavy stuff. And it’s not like I was drinking from a sippy cup or something like that.

  I felt like shit, but I also knew I should probably get my butt up. I needed to go for my morning run. I just hoped that the high I got from the morning run would be enough to chase away some of this hangover I was starting to feel.

  Though blessedly there wasn’t a headache. Not yet. Just the beginnings of one.

  I got up and tossed on a pair of tight shorts and a sports bra. I’d discovered that even early in the morning it got ridiculously hot here during the summer. I also tossed down a couple of pain killers just to be sure, and I was already feeling better by the time I got downstairs.

  It was quiet through the rest of the apartment as I made my way out. I saw one of my roommates splayed out on the couch with a towel over her head blocking out the sunlight that was streaming through the windows. I smiled. I had a feeling my roommates had stayed out well past the hour when I went home.

  I also had a f
eeling that all of my roommates had a hell of a lot more to drink the night before than I did. I’m sure the throbbing headaches they’d feel when they eventually woke up were nothing compared to the slight discomfort buzzing around my temples.

  I opened the front door and stepped out into a beautiful morning. The sun was streaming down and already warming up, though the last cool vestiges of the previous night still remained. Cool in comparison to how hot it got during the day, at least. This was my favorite part of day to go on a run. Not too hot, not too cold. Basically it was just right. I started stretching and warming up, looking around.

  I looked over towards our neighbors’ apartment, wondering if there’d be trash strewn around in their front yard or anything. In my experience, and when I say “in my experience” I actually mean from my experience watching television and movies, a party like what they had the night before tended to get out of control and left lots of trash in the front yard. Only theirs was pristine. There was nothing there.

  Except for Jeff.

  I blinked. What the hell was he doing out this early? He’d been packing it away, he had a little fun with that girl, and he definitely shouldn’t be out wearing a pair of gym shorts and tennis shoes doing the same stretches I was. And he was doing the same stretches I was while staring straight at me.

  I had to stop myself from doing a little staring of my own. He looked absolutely gorgeous like always. I was sure he probably hadn’t showered yet, but his hair had that mussed and tousled look to it that was perfect even though he’d probably just rolled out of bed and tossed on those shorts. He seemed to glow in the morning sun, his muscles rippling as he moved back and forth in a hypnotizing stretch.

  I quickly closed my mouth. I was not going to let him catch me staring at him!

  Although it seemed he didn’t care about getting caught staring at me. Not from the way he was openly leering at me. And leering is the only way that I can think of to describe it. I suddenly felt self-conscious. Usually I got a little boost of confidence when I was out running in my shorts and sports bra. Usually I got plenty of glances when I was going through campus and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t excite me just a little, but seeing him staring at me like that made me blush in a way that I didn’t normally when I caught a guy staring at me. Maybe it was because on my normal runs through campus it was guys from every walk of life staring at me, and this was a sculpted god who I’d been doing my best to avoid getting too close to.

  And now he was smiling and walking over to me. Shit! How was I going to get out of this? This wasn’t a party where I could make an excuse and disappear into the crowd. We were the only two people out here.

  “Did you have a good time last night?”

  “I guess so,” I said.

  A blush rose to my face. Damn it. How did he keep having that effect on me? I was acting like a silly girl with a crush, which wasn’t too far from the truth. That just made me blush all the more. And mostly I was blushing because I was thinking about what had happened last night when I got back to my room. I was thinking about all the fun I’d heard him having. All the fun I’d had while listening to the fun he was having.

  Best not to let him know that I knew about that. I wouldn’t live that one down all summer. Best to play dumb.

  “What about you? Did you have fun?”

  He shrugged. “I found a way to pass the time. I don’t know if I’d describe it as rising to the level of fun though.”

  I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, even though that probably gave away that I knew more than I was letting on. At least in my mind it gave away that I knew more than I was letting on. I felt like I was in that stupid story about the heart, whatever the hell it was called, where the guy’s guilt kept eating away at him until he confessed. So the girl he was with last night barely rose to the level of fun? I wondered what she’d think if she heard herself described like that.

  And yet at the same time I found a bit of satisfaction rising in me as I heard that. So she didn’t mean anything to him. At least it sounded like she didn’t mean anything to him. I don’t know why I was happy about a girl not meaning anything to this guy. A guy I most definitely wasn’t interested in!

  And yet there it was. That smug sense of satisfaction was there. I couldn’t deny it. Though I was still in denial as to exactly what it meant.

  “So going for a run?” he asked.

  “No, I was about to practice my synchronized swimming in the middle of the yard,” I said.

  He chuckled and I felt a warm flush that I got him to laugh. A genuine laugh. “Sounds fun, but if you decide to skip the swim and go for a run then you should join me.”

  And then he was off. I hesitated for a moment, finishing up my stretches, and then I stood and ran to follow. I don’t know why I did it. I just felt a strange compulsion to run along with him. And I also felt a competitive spirit that I hadn’t felt since I was back in high school. Back when I was on the track team. That competitive streak was roaring to life again and made me want to keep up with him. To see if I could beat him.

  I caught up and he looked over and smiled. He was going at a pretty decent pace, but nothing that I couldn’t match. We continued on running along the sidewalk. There was very little traffic this time of the morning on the weekend and it really was a beautiful morning. I tried to ignore how the morning, and the run, were made all the more beautiful because I had the glorious sight of Jeff and his rippling muscles moving like a well oiled machine right next to me the entire time. I tried not to stare too much. At least not while he was looking.

  The last thing I wanted was for him to realize I was catching a glimpse of his sweaty body. That I was thinking of all the things I’d like to see that sweaty body doing. That I was thinking of what it would look like, what it would feel like, to have him hovering over me thrusting his cock in and out of me.

  He started to pick up the pace and I grinned. It looked like we were going to have some competition after all. I matched him easily. I wasn’t one of the best runners in my school for nothing. I had to do something in the off-season when I wasn’t involved in cheerleading and gymnastics, and running had seemed like a good enough way to stay in shape. That I also happened to be damn good at it only helped.

  Only if I was good he might just be better. He kept picking up the pace as though it was nothing. He wasn’t even breathing hard. It was getting to the point that I was reaching my limits just to keep up with him, and yet somehow I did. That competitive streak inside me wasn’t going to let this guy show me up. I sucked it up and kept going.

  Then it hit me. The euphoria of the runner’s high. And that kept me going for a little while longer. That allowed me to regulate my breathing. I held onto every bit of training, everything I’d learned when I was going almost to the state championships, to keep up with this guy.

  I concentrated on my breathing. Concentrated on the blood pumping through my body. Concentrated on the hypnotic sight of Jeff’s muscles moving back and forth, of his ass shifting in his running shorts. And that kept me going even when I lost track of where the hell we were. I was so lost in that mixture of trying desperately to keep up while not looking like I was trying desperately to keep up and getting ridiculously worked up watching him run that I barely noticed when he finally slowed and then we came to a stop back in front of the apartments.

  I had the satisfaction of watching him move down to his knees where he took in deep shuddering gasps of air. He looked up at me and there was finally something other than lust there. A grudging respect. Sure he also still looked me up and down, paying particular attention to my sports bra where my nipples were straining out, but there was also respect mixed in with the leer this time. And I realized that he must have been pushing himself to limit this entire time as well. This whole time I thought I was killing myself to keep up with him and it turns out he was also probably killing himself just to maintain that kind of pace.

  “You’re good,” he said.

  “I ough
t to be,” I said. “State semifinalist.”

  “I didn’t even get that far,” he said.

  I paused. Was that an actual admission of vulnerability? Had he actually just admitted he was something less than perfect? Though as I looked him up and down once more I had to admit he looked absolutely perfect from where I was standing. The way his muscles were heaving as he gasped. The way he was leaning over. He looked gorgeous.

  It probably didn’t help that I was still worked up from the run. I still had blood pumping through me, I had the remains of my runner’s high, and on top of all of that I had the ridiculous high I was still feeling just from watching him. It seemed like the leftover lust from the night before was coming back full force, was hitting me hard, and I was so fucking turned on!

  Jeff looked me up and down once more and looked like he was considering something. He opened his mouth then shook his head. I wondered what his game was. He opened his mouth again.

  “Think I could ask you for a favor?”

  I blinked. He wanted a favor? From me? And from the way he was looking at me I had no doubt exactly what kind of favor he wanted. From the way I was feeling I had no doubt exactly what kind of favor I wanted him to ask for.

  “A favor?”

  “Our apartment is kind of full right now,” he said. “Lots of angry hung over drunks who don’t want people making noise. I was wondering if I could use your shower instead?”

  Alarm bells were going off. The last thing I needed was to invite him into my apartment. The last thing I needed was this perfect man in the same room as me. I definitely didn’t need him naked in my apartment. The thought of him wearing absolutely nothing so close to me was sending me over the edge. I knew if I did this I’d be crossing a line even if nothing actually happened.

  But at the same time a voice was whispering that it wasn’t really a big deal, was it? I figured it would be neighborly. Their place was packed, after all, and in the end he just wanted to shower. What was so wrong with that? It’s not like letting him borrow the shower would be the same as taking a shower with him or something! That definitely wasn’t happening no matter how turned on I was.