Cheat on Me: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  I had to play this safe, and that meant not scaring her away from the fantasy as much as it meant making sure jealousy didn’t get the best of either of us.

  Denise bit her lip and looked away. If that wasn’t a fucking sexy admission of guilt then I didn’t know what was. Something was going on between the two of them. All those times she’d told me it was nothing. All those times she told me I was being silly and he was just a friend.

  Well I wasn’t a fucking idiot. I knew what it meant when a girl said a guy was just a friend. I’d held out hope for so long that what was going on between her and Aiden was exactly what I thought it was, and now my body was covered in goose bumps as I saw proof that it might have actually happened the way I thought it was.

  Holy fuck this was hot.

  “He was just a friend,” she said.

  “Was just a friend,” I replied. “Y’know that sounds an awful lot like the whole him being a friend was something that happened in the past. Is he just a friend now?”

  She squeezed her eyes shut and didn’t say anything for a moment. It was a moment that seemed to stretch on far longer than it actually did. I held my breath to the point that my lungs started burning while I waited for her to admit to something. That’s how long it stretched out despite going by in a flash.

  “I don’t know what he is,” she said. “He stopped by my cube today and he was telling me I should be a little more slutty when I was trying to get accounts like some of the other girls and…”

  “You mean other girls in your department get sales by fucking the clients?” I asked.

  Dizziness threatened to overwhelm me. This was beyond anything I’d ever conceived of in my fantasy life. I’d thought of her fucking friends and maybe even some of the guys at work even as I’d dismissed it as a possibility, but the idea that the girls at her work were fucking to close deals opened up a whole new fantasy world for me.

  I figured it would stay strictly fantasy though. There was a big fucking difference between fantasizing about this sort of thing and having it actually happen, and I figured that was a line Denise wouldn’t cross.

  From what she was saying it certainly seemed like she hadn’t crossed any lines today.

  “It was just an innocent fantasy,” she said. “I thought about him fucking me in the cubicle. About how wrong it would be. He’s always there flirting with me and looking me up and down and I can tell how much he wants me and it’s so hot because every other girl there wants him but they can’t have him.”

  Holy fucking shit. Was she saying what I thought she was saying?

  “You fantasized about fucking him?”

  “So what if I did?” she asked, a touch of defensiveness coming to her voice.

  I thought about that for a good long moment. So what if she did fantasize about fucking him? Did I really give a fuck? Wasn’t that what I’d wanted for so long? I’d been so terrified of telling her about this fantasy because I figured she’d think I was an asshole or something.

  Now here the fantasy was staring me in the face. Here she was telling me the words I’d longed to hear from her for so long and instead of rejoicing over hearing those words I was trying to decide whether or not it was a good thing I was hearing those words.

  What the fuck was wrong with me?

  “I think it’s fucking hot,” I growled, rolling on top of her.

  I pinned her down on the bed and she let out a delighted squeal as I pressed my cock against her. I was so fucking hard and it was all because of how fucking hot she was. How fucking hot the idea of her with another man was. Fuck it was overwhelming me and I had to have her more than I’d ever had to have her before.

  We’re talking a Defcon 1 situation down between my legs here. All hands were on deck and ready to fuck the ever loving daylights out of my wife.

  “What’s gotten into you?” she gasped as I pressed into her.

  “The idea of another man getting into you,” I growled.

  I looked down over her. She wore a blouse that was conservative enough over a button up shirt, but of course it was a blouse on her body with her tits that were always perfect cones that defied gravity so it looked like lingerie on any other woman. There was the way her shirt clung to the flat contours of her stomach. The way her chest rose and fell with every ragged breath she took.

  Yeah, I knew all the signs. This was turning her on as much as it was turning me on, and that was fucking fine with me.

  “You wanted to fuck him, didn’t you?” I asked.

  “I…”

  I pinned her hands to the bed above her and stared down at her. Pressed my cock against her pretty little pussy hidden under a skirt that was just long enough to get around the dress codes they had at her work. I knew because we’d had that conversation in the changing room when she first tried the thing on and I’d been fantasizing the whole time about other guys at her office getting a look at her in the skirt.

  “No fucking lying to me,” I said. “This fucking turns me on and you’re going to tell me the whole truth!”

  “Yes! I fantasized about fucking him!” she gasped.

  I groaned at the admission. Pressed my cock into her again. It was all I could think to do. She’d admitted to thinking about fucking another man. My perfect wife with her killer body wanted to fuck someone else.

  “How long have you been fantasizing about this?” I asked.

  “Awhile,” she gasped. “Every time I go into a meeting with a client I think about how hot it would be to maybe get a client using some of the same sales tactics Cheryl uses when she’s reeling in a client. Especially when it’s a really hot guy or something.”

  My head reeled from this admission. All this time I’d been fantasizing about my wife getting with another guy and she was admitting that the entire time she’d had the same fucking fantasy as me. Talk about fucking hot! I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt like this was a dream I was going to wake up from at any moment now and it would turn out I was back at square one with regards to this fantasy.

  Only I kept pressing into her and I didn’t wake up from the dream. The fantasy kept right on going. This was reality. This was actually happening. I couldn’t believe it, but this was actually happening.

  I reached down to her blouse. Pulled it aside so I had free access to the dress shirt below. I looked down and saw the outline of a white lace bra under her white shirt and I knew all the other guys at her work had to have the same fucking view. I could imagine all of them getting rock hard cocks as they looked at my wife and thought about what they’d like to do to her.

  And it sounded like there was at least one guy who she’d fantasized about today. I wondered how many more there’d been. I certainly intended to find out now that this cat was out of the bag.

  “Did you think about that Aiden asshole doing this?” I asked.

  I yanked on one of the spots between the buttons on her blouse that always revealed a small patch of her stomach and made my cock hard. I thought about all the men who probably looked at that same small patch. Thought about them thinking about what they’d like to do to my wife. It always got me turned on, but never as turned on as I was in this moment on top of her projecting myself into the mind of a man I’d only met a couple of times at office events and imagining what he felt as he looked at my wife.

  Buttons went flying everywhere but I didn’t give a fuck. The shirt probably cost close to a hundred bucks considering the sort of places Denise liked to shop, but it was well worth that hundred bucks to facilitate this fantasy.

  She gasped and I could tell from the glazed over look in her eyes that she was thinking about what she’d like that guy to do to her. We were both in a fantasy world where it was the two of us in bed, the happily married couple, but in our heads I was a completely different person.

  I could get behind this kind of role-play. Almost as much as I could get behind some other guy getting behind her and having his way with her.

  “Yes,” she whispered. �
�I wanted him to do it right there in my cube. You have no idea how fucking hot he is!”

  “Oh I bet I have an idea if he was turning you on baby. You know you’re the hottest.”

  She bit her lip and looked away. I wanted to growl in frustration but didn’t. That was a look I recognized all too well. A look that usually preceded her telling me that she wasn’t all that hot at all. That I was her husband and I was supposed to tell her she was hot even if that wasn’t the case at all.

  It always drove me wild when she said things like that. She was the hottest thing I’d ever been with and I saw the way other guys looked at her when we were out in public. I saw the way their eyes lingered over her as they imagined what it would feel like to shove their cocks inside her and it always left me with a rock hard cock.

  I’d never explained how I noticed all those guys noticing her though. I’d always figured that would piss her off, but now it appeared I’d been wrong. So very wrong.

  “Look at me,” I said.

  She did. She bit her lip but she held my gaze. God that was fucking hot. I ran my hand up under her bra.

  “You’re fucking hot and you know it,” I said. “You know he was fantasizing about doing this to you earlier. You were thinking about how much you wanted him to fuck you, but the entire time he was thinking about how much he wanted to get his hands on your body and fuck you to within an inch of your life. You know he was so stop with all the false modesty bullshit.”

  Denise whispered something that was so faint that I had a hard time hearing her at first.

  “I’m going to need you to repeat that baby,” I said.

  “I know he wants to fuck me,” she said. “Every time he’s in our area he comes by my cubicle. Sometimes he visits other girls too, but I’m the only one he comes to visit every time. He looks me up and down and it always gets me so hot because…”

  “Because what baby?” I asked.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head back and forth. Her hair flew this way and that and some of it tickled me as it brushed past. I was still on top of her mauling her tits and imagining another man feeling her up when he got the opportunity, but I could tell this was going to take a little more than that to get her to really come out of her shell.

  I gave her nipple the smallest of pinches. Just enough to get her attention. I knew how much she liked a little attention on her nipples and sure enough she gasped and smiled.

  “You’re being naughty,” she said.

  “Not as naughty as you’re being not telling me how you know what gets you so hot,” I replied.

  She bit her lip. Fuck that looked so sexy when she bit her lip. It was probably one of my favorite moves my wife could pull and I never got tired of it. Particularly because it usually meant we were about to have a really fucking good time.

  “Are you sure you want to hear?” she asked.

  “I’ve never been more sure in my life,” I growled.

  I followed up that move by pressing against her. She gasped and her eyes went wide. Oh yeah. She was purring under me. Something had her really fucking worked up and I wasn’t sure if it was me or if it was because of how hot she was because of everything that happened the night before.

  “Tell me all about it,” I said.

  Then my beautiful wife opened her mouth and did just that.

  4

  Craig

  “I was really bad baby,” she whined.

  The whine came out almost like a moan. It was like music to my ears. I loved it when she got like this because it was a sign of how fucking turned on she was.

  And when Denise got really fucking turned on like this it only served to get me really fucking turned on. It was going all around in a loop between us and it made my cock so hard.

  “How were you bad? Tell me all about it. I need to hear all about it,” I replied.

  “I was thinking about how much I needed him to fuck me. I thought he was fucking me. I thought he was running his hands all over me and it all felt so real there in my cubicle,” she said.

  “Were you imagining him running his hands over you like this baby?” I asked, doing what I imagined he would’ve been fantasizing about doing earlier when he was groping my wife.

  I moved my hand up to her tits and I gave her nipples a squeeze again. She gasped and thrust her hips up to meet me, though it was her tits I was playing with.

  “You like that don’t you?” I asked. “You were thinking about letting some guy feel you up like this at your work, weren’t you?”

  “This is so wrong,” she gasped. “I was so bad. You probably hate me.”

  Her eyes were squeezed shut but her body was writhing under me and I realized something. She wasn’t saying she was bad because she actually thought she was bad or anything.

  No, she was saying it because it was turning her on. There was something about the idea of me being pissed off that she was getting it on with another guy that had her so fucking hot, and if that made her hot then I was more than willing to give her more of that fantasy!

  “You know it pisses me off,” I said, moving my hand down between her legs.

  She gasped as I found that delicious treasure. The wet tight warmth that had been my unique plaything for the entire time we’d been married. That precious treasure that was all mine, and yet all I could think about was sharing that treasure with another man.

  She gasped as I moved my hand up between her legs and put a finger under her panties.

  “You little slut,” I said, some heat coming to my voice. “You were thinking about cheating on me, weren’t you? You were thinking about how hot it would be if he was fingering you like this.”

  I pressed my finger inside her and she gave under me immediately. Her hips bucked up again and this time I was there and I was ready for her. Her gasps reached a crescendo as she called out my name and her pussy grasped for my finger.

  Fuck. Was she coming already? Was that all it took to send her over the edge? I couldn’t believe it, and yet here was the evidence before me. Under me.

  Her head tossed from side to side. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped with pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers and it was all I could do to hold on for the ride as her hips bucked under me.

  Fuck this was hot. Even hotter because I knew what was turning her on. She was thinking about fucking another man. She was wondering what it would be like to have another man pressing his finger deep inside her.

  I wondered if she was imagining what it would be like to have his cock inside her. I knew that’s what I was thinking about!

  Finally the gasps subsided and she opened her eyes. Looked up at me and she blushed.

  “I can’t believe I did that,” she said. Then her eyes went wide. “Fuck. I can’t believe I admitted that!”

  She scrambled up against the wall and my finger pulled out of her as she went. She looked so sexy. Even more so than usual because I knew she’d just been fantasizing about letting another man take her in every way possible. It drove me wild. She drove me wild. She was perfect in every way and right now she was even more perfect than usual because of this fantasy that she was taking part in.

  “I told you it’s okay,” I said. “This turns me on.”

  Denise arched an eyebrow and looked at me as though she was having trouble believing that was actually the case. Hell, if I was her I’d have trouble believing me. It was a crazy fantasy. A fantasy that I’d taken a long time to come to terms with.

  One that she was just getting used to. As far as she knew she’d just come on my fingers fantasizing about another man. That had to be a little weird for her even if I was totally okay with it. Hell, I was more than okay with it!

  “You’re serious?” she asked. “You’re really okay with me fantasizing about another guy?”

  I moved up between her legs and reached down to undo my belt and unzip my pants. God she looked so fucking sexy sitting there with her work clothes all rumpled and open.

  She looked
exactly like I’d imagined her in some of my fantasies. She looked like someone had been hitting on her, advancing on her, not taking no for an answer. She looked like she was on the verge of giving into something she knew she shouldn’t because she was a good married girl and good married girls didn’t go fucking around on their husbands now did they?

  Only I very much wanted my wife to go fucking around on her husband. It was all I could think about. With my cock calling the shots in that moment I was having a hard time imagining anything else.

  I imagined I was that Aiden guy. That I was getting the once in a lifetime opportunity to climb between her legs. That she was finally giving herself over to me after I’d fantasized about this moment for so long. Needed her for so long.

  “You’re the hottest girl at the office,” I said.

  “I don’t know about that,” she said. “There are girls there who are way hotter than me, I mean…”

  “No, you’re the hottest girl here and I’ve always noticed you. I’ve always thought about how hot you are. About how much I need you. How much I need to slide my cock inside you.”

  “What are you…”

  “I don’t care about your fucking husband,” I said. I reached down and grabbed her hand. Felt her wedding ring. It felt so fucking hot, though I knew that had to be my imagination. “Besides, what your husband doesn’t know about what happens here at work isn’t going to hurt him, is it?”

  Denise’s eyes went wide and she finally seemed to get what I was doing. Her mouth opened in a pretty little “oh” shape and then she smiled.

  “I can’t Aiden,” she said. “You know I’m happily married. If Craig were to…”

  “What if I don’t give a fuck what you or Craig think about this? What if I say it’s happening?”

  I reached down and twisted her nipple again. She closed her eyes and I could see the mixture of pleasure and pain that she seemed to love so much when we were fucking. It sometimes surprised me that she hadn’t gotten more into BDSM considering some of the stuff she was into, but I’d never brought it up because I was more than happy with our sex life as it was.