Wife's Trainer: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  And so now my nipples were straining out. They were rock hard pebbles at the tips of my tits. Cones that stuck out, defying gravity, reaching out for these two men and so desperately needing to feel them against me. And yet at the same time there was an embarrassment warring with arousal. There was a disbelief that I was acting like this. I was supposed to be a good married woman, I wasn't supposed to be throwing myself at men like this. And so there was that tinge of embarrassment and guilt that went right along with how hot it made me.

  As I looked at him and his handsome companion I wondered what this meant for the evening. I wondered what would happen when they saw that Kevin was still at the house despite the fact that I'd told them he wasn't. Still, I figured that I was going to see where this went. That guy was hot, and I was feeling a thrill looking at these two muscular studs. Feeling their eyes on me. It was reminding me of one night in particular when I'd gotten a little too drunk at a frat house and let's just say…

  No, I shook my head. That was in the past. This was the present. I could be just as wild today as I was then, but I wouldn't compare this to those old experiences. Tonight was all about me. It was all about breaking boundaries. It wasn't about reliving the past.

  Okay, maybe it was just a little.

  I licked my lips. "Sure, come in."

  Blake moved in and his friend Michael came up behind him. As Michael walked in I felt his eyes running over me again. I felt another thrill running down in between my legs straight to my pussy as he looked me up and down. That wasn't the look of a builder who was here to do a job. No, that was the look of a man who'd been told what to expect by Blake. I felt lightheaded. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I couldn't believe Blake had expected to be able to just pass me around like that with his friends.

  More than anything I couldn't believe I was actually thinking of going along with it!

  "So where do you want to chat?" Blake asked.

  I swallowed. "I think the kitchen would be good."

  I wondered what Kevin was thinking. He had to have heard two men in here. Would he still want to go ahead with this? Would he think that two men was too far if one of those men wasn't him? Hell, I was still wondering if it was too far. I was excited at the idea of being sandwiched in between these two guys, but at the same time it was so crazy. And that's even assuming that this Michael guy was into it.

  I was a confused jumble of emotions and the most overriding emotion that was controlling me was the sheer arousal I was feeling. This was all so fucking hot. It was all so fucking incredible. I couldn't believe I was actually considering letting two men who weren't my husband take me at the same time, and yet there that thought was!

  I looked to the rest of the kitchen. To the spot where we'd have a table set up soon enough, but Kevin had insisted that we wait on setting that up. No, instead there was that air mattress down there on the ground. A king-size Kevin had purchased especially for this occasion. I didn't even know they made air mattresses in that size!

  I thought it was a little odd that he wanted us to have our fun down here in the kitchen instead of up in our bedroom where we already had a perfectly serviceable king-size bed set up and ready to go, but he'd insisted on using the kitchen. It seemed like that had some special significance for him. And I wasn't one to argue.

  I was the first one in the kitchen, and I moved to the island and turned around so I could judge Blake's reaction. He walked in with a grin on his face, no doubt thinking about the fun we'd had in this room previously, but he stopped when he saw Kevin sitting on a stool at the island. He looked at me, then to my husband, and then he looked around the rest of the room and his eyes fell on the air mattress.

  For his part Kevin seemed a little surprised as well. Not that Blake was here, but that he had a friend with him. He looked over to me as though suddenly unsure of himself, but I could see that look on his face. He was also fucking turned on. There was no doubt in my mind that he was imagining these two men with me in between them. I wondered if he'd be willing to go through with this slightly altered fantasy after all.

  Finally I looked to Michael. His eyes went wide when he saw the bed, and then he looked at me and licked his lips. Finally he glanced over to Blake, obviously trying to get a read on the situation. And that sent another chill running through me. I knew what kind of read I wanted them to get on the situation.

  "Kevin," Blake said. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

  Kevin cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really? Are you worried I was going to ruin the fun you were planning on having with my wife?"

  Michael took a step back. It was obvious he thought he was getting in the middle of a dangerous situation with a jealous husband getting angry at his wife's lover. Hell, it's not like I could blame him for thinking that. Still, I couldn't help but giggle at the reaction.

  "Hey man," Blake said. "She was just as into it…"

  Blake laughed and shook his head. He held up a hand. "It's fine. I know she was into it because she was going along with one of my fantasies."

  Once more everybody in the room froze. Once more the reactions were priceless. Blake and Michael stood rooted to the spot looking surprised. Blake's mouth moved a couple of times as though he was trying to say something, but he couldn't quite get the words out.

  I was so hot. Looking at these two sexy men staring at me, looking at the man that I loved and planned on spending the rest of my life with staring at me and looking at those two men staring at me, was too much. I was so hot being the object of desire for so many men in the same room, and so I decided to get a little crazy. I decided to do something stupid. I walked over to Kevin and gave him a kiss.

  "Are you ready?"

  He looked at me. He looked at Blake and Michael. It occurred to me that he didn't even know the name of that dark skinned guy, and he seemed a little unsure. I needed confirmation. I needed to know whether or not he was okay with this. I needed to know that this was something he was behind this one hundred percent. And so I stayed there searching his eyes until he finally swallowed and then nodded.

  That was all I needed. I turned and smiled at Blake, who still looked as though he couldn't quite believe what was happening. It was time.

  5

  In Charge

  I licked my lips and leaned back on the stool. Rested my elbows against the island. The island where I'd fucked Abby a week ago. Where she'd been making out with that guy six months ago. At least in my fantasies that was where she was making out with him, even though that would've been impossible considering the countertops weren't in place at the time and I really had no idea where they had their fun anyways.

  This was different. There were two guys. It was pretty obvious that this Blake guy had been expecting some fun, and that he'd been expecting fun for his friend as well. I should've been pissed off. I should've been threatening to beat the shit out of them for even presuming to take advantage of my wife like that.

  Only I was so fucking turned on, I was so deep in the fantasy, that the only thing I could do was sit back and watch them take advantage of my wife like that. I needed them to take advantage of her while I watched.

  She walked over to the two men. For a change Blake didn't look quite as confident now as he had before. No, he looked downright surprised to see me here. He looked a little nervous even as Abby approached him in that white nearly see-through sundress. And then there was the other guy with him. A guy that was about as tall as Blake, just as muscular, but he had that dark skin. He also looked unsure of himself, but there was no denying the way his eyes were running up and down my wife's body.

  I'd seen that look from other men often enough. That was a look that said he desperately wanted her. That he needed to feel her body pressing against his.

  Abby turned to look at me and smiled one final time. Then she was looking up at Blake. She was moving her hands up along his chest. She was leaning up and kissing him. It seemed that he was a little shell shocked, but not to the point that he did
n't catch on. He started to respond to that kiss, but the entire time his eyes were open. The entire time his eyes were staring at me. And meanwhile the entire time his friend was looking between Blake and me as though he was expecting me to reach under the island in the kitchen and pull out a shotgun at any moment.

  But no. The only thing I was going to take in hand was my cock, though I had hopes that I might be able to get a little bit of satisfaction from my wife while she was being this naughty seductress.

  Right now, though, all I wanted to do was watch. Watch as Abby pulled away from Blake and smiled.

  "So what do you say?" she asked. "Want to knock a little something off of the final bill?"

  Blake grinned. "Fuck yeah! But does my friend to get to join in?"

  Abby turned and looked to me once more, and I realized it was my turn it to step in. It was my turn to take part in this fantasy. To take a more direct role.

  "That depends Blake," I said.

  "It depends? On what?" He suddenly sounded slightly wary.

  I shrugged and then I held up my phone. I hit a button and suddenly the recording of him trying to seduce my wife over the intercom started to play. His eyes went wide and I could see panic rising on his face.

  I grinned. That was exactly where I wanted him. I wanted him sweating just a little bit. I wanted to make it absolutely clear that no matter what happened here tonight, I was the one who was running the show.

  Of course Abby and I had discussed this with each other earlier. She'd been a little annoyed that I'd recorded their conversation, but in the end she couldn't blame me. Especially when she realized that I planned on using the recording as a little bit of insurance with Blake rather than as evidence in divorce proceedings which was probably what most guys would use this for.

  "What is that?" Blake asked.

  "I think you know exactly what it is Blake," I said. "And I don't think the owner of your company would appreciate you hitting on one of your client's wives like that, would he?"

  Blake stared at me, but he didn't say anything. Finally he looked down.

  "Don't worry," I said. "We're all friends here. I have no intention of using this for anything like what you're imagining. I just wanted to make it clear there's not going to be any funny business. This is strictly you having some fun with my wife, and then you go home and that's it. She's not going to run off with another man or anything like that."

  "So you're going to threaten me but you're still going to let me fuck your old lady?" Blake asked.

  I grinned. "That's the idea," I said.

  Blake shook his head again. His friend was staring between the two of us dumbfounded, as though he was having trouble understanding everything that was happening. That was fine, though. He didn't need to understand what was going on. He just needed to understand that I was the one running things here.

  "You're crazy," Blake said. "Is this what you want Abby?"

  She smiled up at him. "Just remember that I'm with Kevin. You're just a little fun on the side."

  Blake's eyes narrowed at that, but he didn't say anything more. No, he just raked his eyes over my wife's body. It was a such an intense stare that I felt like she might need a cigarette after that. No, he might be insulted by this. He might be annoyed that I decided to get a little bit of insurance, but he was going to go along with it for a chance to fuck my wife.

  Inside I was breathing a sigh of relief that he was actually going to go along with it. I hadn't been sure about bringing up my insurance policy to begin with. I hadn't been sure that it was even needed, or even worth it. Only as soon as I'd heard two voices out front I realized I'd been absolutely right.

  It was a good lesson to be learning now, at the outset, when we were just getting started with this fantasy. With what I hoped might become this lifestyle if everything continued to go so well. Blake was a snake in the grass. That he showed up with his buddy without saying anything was proof enough of that. That he'd been willing to come over when my wife said she was all alone at the house with the intention of having a little fun with her was more than proof of that.

  Yeah, this was definitely a fantasy where we were going to need to take precautions. Hell, we probably needed to be better about the people we invited into our lives in the future as well. This was as much my fault as it was Blake's. Only I was so turned on, I was doing so much thinking with my cock rather than with the brain between my ears, that there was no way I was going to back out on this now.

  Not when I was so fucking close to fulfilling this obsession.

  "So what about Michael here?" Blake asked. "Does he get to have some fun too? Or do I tell him to go out and wait in the car?"

  "Hey!" Michael said.

  I shrugged. "That depends on you, Blake."

  "What does it depend on exactly?"

  "Is your buddy clean?"

  Blake shrugged. "I'm not exactly familiar with his testing record. Michael?"

  Michael shook his head. "Clean as a whistle man. I promise!"

  "You'll have to forgive me if I don't exactly believe you guys, all things considered," I said. "So did you bring condoms?"

  The two of them looked back and forth between one another. Those were sheepish furtive glances that told me all the answer that I needed before they even opened their mouths. I sighed and shook my head. I really shouldn't be going along with this. I really shouldn't be giving these two muscular assholes the opportunity to fuck my wife. I should be telling them to get the fuck out, and lodging a complaint with their boss. With the owner of the company, actually, considering Blake was pretty high up.

  Only again there was that obsession. There was that desire to see my wife with two men. There was the old saying that a bird in hand is worth two in the bush, and in this case it could be modified to say that two guys who were in the room right now willing to fuck my wife were worth a hell of a lot more than one hypothetical guy we might be able to find with some searching later.

  No, we were going to go ahead with this. And of course there was also Abby. There was the look she suddenly shot me. It was an irritated glance. A quick roll of her eyes. It communicated loud and clear that she was done with the games. She was ready to start her fun. She was ready to finally fulfill this fantasy that I realized was becoming as much a thing for her as it had been for me.

  If anything that more than anything else was what finally decided me. It was what finally convinced me to give up the games. We'd already gone this far, and I wasn't going to back out now. So I grinned and dug in my pocket for a little something I'd grabbed just for this occasion.

  "Don't worry guys," I said, tossing the packages from my pocket over to each of them. The condoms landed in their hands with a plastic crinkle and both of them looked down. Looked up at me and grinned. "I've got you guys covered."

  Michael shook his head. "This really is fucked up man. Are you sure about this?"

  "Oh he's sure boys," Abby said. "He's so fucking sure. He's playing the big bad jealous husband, but his cock is probably throbbing so hard in his pants. He's probably imagining his beautiful innocent wife sandwiched in between the two of you getting railed from both ends!"

  Both of them swallowed as she reached out and grabbed their T-shirts. As she started to pull up on them. Started to lead them by their shirts across the kitchen. Over towards that air mattress we'd set up where eventually a breakfast table or something like that would go. Damn. I wasn't going to be able to eat breakfast at that place without thinking about this moment. I really was completely and totally ruining the kitchen. I was setting up one hell of a Pavlovian response here where it was my cock that would be getting hard at the memories of what we'd done rather than starting to salivate at the sound of a bell.

  Not that I minded. Not one little bit.

  Abby pulled them over to the air mattress, but she stopped short of actually lying down on it which I would've expected considering how turned on she seemed. She looked over to me and made a quick kissing motion and a wink. The
meaning there was clear. That was an "I love you" if I'd ever seen one. God she looked so gorgeous standing there between the two of them.

  Then things really got started in earnest. She pressed up against Blake and closed her eyes. She took in a deep breath as though she was inhaling his scent, while at the same time reaching behind her and pulling the other guy with the dark skin, I guess his name was Michael, up against her body. She was sandwiched between the two of them and it was incredible. I could only imagine how they were feeling with her tight body against theirs. I looked down and saw that both of their cocks were rock hard, straining out for my wife. Desperately trying to reach her as they bulged out from the front of their jeans.

  Well, if things went where I was hoping they were going then those cocks would be finding a home very soon.

  6

  Slow Seduction

  It started slow. Sensual. At first Blake was running his hands up and down her sides. Up to cup one of her tits in that sundress. The other guy was also starting to do his work from behind. She closed her eyes and her head fell back, her hair brushing against this Michael guy's chest as his own hands moved down to her hips and started moving around the curve of her ass.

  I watched in fascination, licking my lips as they just spent a moment exploring her body. Feeling every contour. Moving their hands up and down. Blake's hands and Michael's dark hands were a stark contrast to the bright white of her dress. A dress that was almost see-through in the fluorescent kitchen lighting from up above.

  There was just the rustle of her dress being moved, but then another sound joined in. A slow labored breathing. Hearing that there was no doubt in my mind that she was getting turned on now. It was a slow and steady pant as they continued feeling her. As Blake explored her body, running his hands over her tits and then moving a finger down inside her top but not quite moving in entirely to cup her tit which was maddeningly frustrating and arousing at the same time.