Wife's Trainer: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  We always kept a bottle of lube in the nightstand next to the bed as a just in case sort of thing. Not that we ever needed it. Usually she was so turned on by the time we started fucking that there was no need for the stuff. Still, there'd been a couple of times when we tried other things. Special occasions like birthdays, Christmas, you know. The sort of holidays when married men the world over get to try things that their wives otherwise wouldn't be terribly interested in.

  Only as I watched Blake's cock disappearing inside her I realized that this was a moment where she was already breaking so many rules. She was already changing the game. And so apparently she decided it was also time to do one of those naughty things that she rarely ever did. I licked my lips and dashed upstairs. I thought about how it'd been a very similar trip up to the bedroom a week ago that had started this whole thing.

  I quickly yanked open the drawer to the nightstand, grabbed the lube, and then I was dashing back down to the kitchen praying that I hadn't missed too much of the show. When I got back down into the kitchen they were still there on the air mattress. Blake was in between my wife's legs, buried completely, and Michael was moving up behind her rubbing his cock up and down her ass crack with a condom on.

  He looked up at me and grinned and I tossed him the lube, only it was Abby who took the lead. She grabbed it out of the air before he could catch it and then she was smearing it on her hand. She was reaching behind her and running her hand up and down the length of his condom covered cock.

  Michael took in a sharp breath and his breathing started to pick up as she started to jerk him off. Even with the condom on I imagine he was getting one hell of a sensation from the feel of her hand moving up and down his dick. Hell, I was getting one hell of a sensation watching her hand running up and down the length of his dick!

  I noticed that Blake was practicing what I would consider an incredible amount of restraint. He was buried inside her, but he was staying buried. He wasn't fucking her, which I probably wouldn't be able to prevent myself from doing if the situation was reversed. No, he was just sitting there waiting for his friend to finish.

  Once the lube was good and spread on his cock Mike started rubbing his cock up and down her ass crack once more. He started thrusting with more intensity, and I wondered if he was going to blow his load without even pushing inside. Only he stopped at the last moment and then he positioned the head of his cock at her asshole. At that back entrance that I'd only enjoyed a couple of times, so I knew she could do it even if she wasn't exactly a huge fan of doing it except on special occasions.

  Then again I guess this was one hell of a special occasion!

  He started pressing up inside her and Abby squeezed her eyes shut. I saw her almost wince as his cock started filling her from behind. Like I said, it wasn't something she did too terribly often. It probably wasn't something she was exactly ready for, but she was willing to go there for these guys. And so he continued pressing his cock inside her until he was buried to the hilt.

  Fuck. My wife was lying back on that air mattress sandwiched in between these two men, one with his cock buried in her pussy and the other with his cock in her ass. It was more than I would've ever imagined. It was farther than I ever thought this fantasy would be taken, and yet now that I was witnessing it, it was so fucking hot. It was so fucking intense!

  I also realized that there was absolutely no place for me in that sandwich. I'd had hopes that I might be able to get a blow job or something. Turn it into a true three-way where all of her holes were filled, but with the way she was sandwiched between these two men there was no way anything like that was going to happen.

  Not that I minded that there wasn't a place for me. I was perfectly content to sit there and watch as they started to go at it. As Blake started to pull out and thrust his massive cock deep inside my wife. As she let out quiet little gasps every time he pulled out and filled her completely.

  Michael was getting started as well, but he was going just a little slower than his friend in the front. It was obvious she was having a little harder time adjusting to him in the back, and so he was moving slowly. So slowly. It was intoxicating watching those two cocks sliding in and out of her body. Looking down at the woman I loved, the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and seeing the jealously-inducing juxtaposition of two men sawing their cocks in and out of her.

  The slow movement didn't stay for long though. No, soon enough Blake had his hands down at her hips and he was moving in and out of her at a fever pace. It was obvious from the way he was grunting, from the sweat rolling off his muscular body, from the way his veins were standing out as he sawed in and out of my wife that he was fulfilling one hell of an intense fantasy as he plowed her.

  I idly found myself wondering how many other wives he'd done just like this. How many seductions were out there to his name. How many oblivious husbands had their wives snapped right out from under them because they didn't know how to read the signs. Because they weren't as open minded about their relationships as I was.

  Soon enough even Michael in the back had picked up a regular pace. They were really starting to go at it. They were slamming in and out of her body and she was bouncing and jerking under their thrusts. Her back was arching and she was letting out continual moans. Continual screams. It seemed like they were timing their thrusts so their cocks were slamming home inside her petite body at the same time causing her tits to bounce, and goddamn was it intense.

  I couldn't help myself. I pulled out my cock and started to stroke it, so close to the edge, but it seemed that they were even closer than I was. They were already at the precipice. And so with one final roar their sweaty mass came together, the men buried themselves inside my wife and I was treated to the forbidden sight of two muscular studs, one black and one white, with their cocks deep inside my wife as they pumped her full of their seed.

  Well, I guess it would be more accurate to say that they were pumping inside the condoms inside my wife, but I suppose that was a distinction without a difference. All I really cared about was that there were two cocks buried in my wife and they were exploding over and over.

  Meanwhile it seemed that Abby was getting one hell of a thrill as well! Her eyes were closed and her entire body was shuddering once more. She'd gone past the point of moaning. No, she was lying there sandwiched in between these muscular studs with her mouth open, a high pitched wail filling the air that made me glad we were here and not back at our old apartment. Hell, one of the reasons we built our own house was so we could be in a place where we were a decent distance from the neighbors. If she was wailing like that in our apartment or even in your average cookie-cutter neighborhood where the houses were right on top of one another then I had no doubt someone would be calling the cops right now.

  It seemed impossible that one woman could scream that long, that loud. It seemed impossible that she could have that much in one breath. Finally she took a deep shuddering breath that went in time with the way her body was shaking and vibrating and then the screaming started again. The only thing that was keeping her from flailing wildly was that she was so firmly entrenched between these two men that it was impossible for her to go very far before hitting one of their muscular chests which might as well have been a brick wall for all the stopping power they had compared to her petite body.

  All of it was overwhelming for me. No sooner had I stroked my cock once than I felt it hitting me. I felt the familiar tingle gathering at the base of my cock and then exploding towards the tip. I realized that I was in very real danger of blowing a load all over the three of them which is something I don't think they'd appreciate.

  So with a strangled gasp I got down on my knees right in front of my wife. I stared down at her and she opened her eyes as I thumped against the air mattress. As I desperately aimed my cock down at her. As I looked down and locked eyes with her begging for permission even as I knew that it was too late. That I was overwhelmed and this was happening one way or another.


  Abby smiled. That was it. I groaned and then I was exploding.

  7

  Possibilities

  Well then. This was just a night for all sorts of things that we didn't usually do. Only I was so turned on at having two cocks filling me that I didn't give a fuck. I was so turned on by the look on Kevin's face that I didn't care.

  I knew what was coming. He groaned and then it started exploding out. I closed my eyes and for a wonder I actually felt a warm rush flow through me as that warm sticky liquid erupting from his cock landed on my face. I turned just a little and then it was landing on my tits as well. In my hair. The warmth combined with the warmth I was feeling in my pussy, in my ass, and it was so hot.

  Of course hotter than anything else was the feeling of being worshipped by these three men. Of being filled so completely. The only thing that was really missing from the moment as waves of pleasure continued to crash over my body in one hell of a raging multiple orgasm that felt like it was never going to end was my husband actually inside me. We'd have to figure out a way to make that happen the next time we did this.

  The next time. With a start I realized that I was already thinking in terms of the next time. I desperately wanted there to be a next time. Maybe not with these two guys in particular, I wasn't sure how far I could trust Blake despite how hot he was, but I needed this feeling again.

  I just hoped that Kevin was on board as well. Judging by his reaction it seemed very much like he would be on board!

  Finally the grunting and the thrusting from Blake and Michael started to subside. They were still breathing heavily but it was also pretty obvious that they were spent. Michael was the first to pull out of me, and thankfully it felt like the condom stayed in place. Blake remained lodged inside me for a moment longer but finally, almost reluctantly, he also pulled out. Both of them stood looking down at me awkwardly, suddenly unsure of what to do now that the moment had passed and they'd well and truly had their fun.

  I fell back against the air mattress and closed my eyes. Listened as Kevin took over. I was too exhausted to deal with anything else.

  "Well that was fun guys, but I think Abby needs some time to rest and recover," he said. "We can talk about that discount you were offering later."

  "Sure thing man," Blake said. "Hell, if you guys ever need any more work done you just let me know!"

  "We'll see about that," Kevin said. He sounded a little unsure, though I don't know if Blake caught that. It was only something that I caught because I was listening for it. I didn't think Kevin trusted this guy or his friend any more than I did, but this opportunity had been too hot, too golden to pass up.

  That's why I'd given him "the look" earlier when he was playing his games despite my own misgivings about the situation. What can I say? I was in a mood to slut it up and in the moment I didn't care if the circumstances were less than ideal.

  I heard them leaving the room but I kept my eyes shut. I wanted to bask in the delicious afterglow of that moment. In the delicious feeling of acting like such a complete and total slut! God that had been intense, and it was opening up a world of possibilities that I'd never considered before. Suddenly all of the fantasies that I'd spun out for Kevin when he first revealed this to me were coming back to mind and rather than thinking of them as fun dirty talk to break out when we were fucking I was starting to think of them as a fun guide for things that we could try next!

  The door slammed shut and Kevin walked back into the room. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I must've seemed like a hot mess lying back on this air mattress covered in my husband's come and freshly fucked, but from the way his cock was tenting out it seemed that it was a sight he was more than happy to see. He got down on the air mattress next to me and leaned down to kiss me, and I felt a stirring of my own as I felt his cock pressing against me.

  Yes, a world of possibilities was opening up for me, and I couldn't wait to explore them together with my wonderful loving husband!

  Taste Test

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  1

  Date Night

  I was standing over the sink cutting vegetables for dinner when I felt someone come up behind me. I felt a pair of delicate hands wrap around my body and start to move down which distracted me from the cutting to the point that I had to set the knife down or risk cutting my fingers right along with the vegetables.

  Those hands didn’t stop though. No, Carrie was being downright naughty this evening as she moved down to my cock which was already stirring at her touch. Only she stopped right before she hit the goal leaving me standing there with only the sound of the water running and the blood pumping behind my ears to keep me company.

  “You’re being a tease,” I said.

  “So what if I am?”

  I turned around and wrapped my arms around her and her eyes went wide as she smiled and let out a yelp. “You know what happens to teases!”

  Carrie glanced over to the door and then back to me. She had a triumphant smile on her face as though she knew I wasn’t going to do anything. She was probably right, too. At any other time I would’ve taken her up on what she was promising by running her hands down my body like that, but we both knew that our guests were due to arrive at any moment now and the last thing we should be doing when they got here for dinner was going at it on the couch in our living room like a couple of horny teenagers who couldn’t control ourselves.

  Still. I felt my cock twitching again as I thought about our guests for the evening. Melanie, a younger girl from Carrie’s work who was fresh out of college, and her newly minted husband Tyler.

  Not that they were that much younger than us. We were only in our early thirties and I liked to think that I kept in pretty good shape, but I also knew that I was probably an old geezer as far as those two were concerned. Still, they were nice kids and Carrie had become quick friends with Melanie. A fact that I didn’t mind one bit considering just how hot the recently graduated college hottie was!

  Her husband was no slouch either, which I’m sure was more than part of the reason why Carrie was so interested in them coming over.

  There must have been something about the far off look in my eyes that gave me away because Carrie gave me a playful slap and a grin. “You’re thinking about my pretty young coworker, aren’t you?”

  I returned the grin and leaned down to kiss my wife. A kiss that lingered as I ran my hands down the small of her back and felt the familiar curve of her ass in the skintight little black dress she was wearing. A little black dress that formed to her body in all the right places and didn’t have a back to it.

  Oh yeah, she was definitely thinking of Tyler when she put this thing on. He was going to get one hell of an eyeful tonight, and why not? Carrie might have a decade on Melanie, but at the same time she was still just as hot today as the day we’d said our vows some eight years ago. She could still give any younger girl a run for her money, and I wasn’t just saying that myself. We’d had a few adventures over the years that more than proved my wife still had it.

  “You’re full of shit baby,” I said when I came up for air from that kiss.

  Carrie looked up at me and blinked with her best innocent look. Unfortunately it wasn’t terribly innocent all things considered. There were a lot of things my wife was, but innocent wasn’t one of them. At least she hadn’t been innocent in the years since we were married, though there had been a time when she was young, naive, and more or less uncorrupted.

  I’d taken care of that, thank you very much.

  “You’re not wearing this dress because you’re hoping Melanie will comment on how nice it looks on you.”

  Carrie sniffed and adjusted the dress by tugging down on it. Not that tugging down did much good. The thing barely came down below her ass to her thighs, and pulling down on it just served to pull the low cut top part of the dress down accentuating her tits. Which I didn’t mind one bit, thank you very much, it’s jus
t that trying to take care of one distraction only accentuated another.

  I’m sure she meant it that way.

  “So what if I am?” she said, a smile coming to her face again as she advanced on me. As she was grinding against me and throwing her arms around my neck. “So what if I maybe want to give Tyler a little thrill?”

  I cocked an eyebrow but decided to play along. I wrapped my arms around her and glanced at the door to make sure no one was standing there. Chances are they would ring the doorbell or knock when they got here, but I didn’t want to take the risk that they might just stand at the front door watching us getting into some heavy petting. Talk about embarrassing.

  “Do you really think your pretty young coworker would appreciate that sort of thing?” I asked. “Because something tells me she’s not going to appreciate you hitting on her brand new husband.”

  Carrie looked away and I saw color coming to her cheeks, but she recovered quickly enough. She looked back up at me and the grin was back on her face almost as quickly as it had disappeared. “Oh I don’t know about that baby.”

  There was something about her tone of voice that caught my attention. Something that told me there was more going on here than I’d initially anticipated. Hopefully it was something that I was going to find interesting. Interesting like the sudden thoughts of pretty young Melanie holding me in an embrace not unlike how I was holding my wife. Or maybe thoughts of my wife climbing on top of Tyler as he stared up at her not quite believing he was getting a chance with the slightly older hottie from his wife’s work.

  All interesting thoughts, to be sure, and all thoughts that were likely to stay firmly in the realm of fantasy. Damn it.

  “I think that my young coworker might actually have something of a crush on you, big boy,” Carrie said.