Cheat on Me: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  I scooted forward to the edge of his desk and threw my head back. My hair fell back behind me as I squeezed my eyes shut.

  He was skilled. Of that there was no doubt. Then again I shouldn’t be surprised that a man who’d been with as many women as Aiden was skilled when it came to eating pussy.

  But he was doing it like a champ. He dove in and he knew everything to do. It’s like he was hitting all the right notes and I gasped in time with his tongue as he pulled my thong aside and dove into my most carefully guarded treasure.

  A treasure that had been Craig’s and Craig’s alone until now. Until this moment when I cheated on my husband.

  It still felt like cheating even if it was with his blessing, but somehow that only made it more hot!

  “God you’re so good,” I hissed.

  I moved a hand down and grasped his hair. Tangled my fingers in his hair as he went to work on my pussy like the pro I knew he was. God his tongue was skilled, and it added his spit to the wetness that was already gushing out of my pussy. It was all I could do to hold onto reality as he worked on me.

  Though I wasn’t sure why I wanted to hold on. After all, this felt so fucking good. More than anything I wanted to scream his name.

  I glanced around the dark office out there one last time. There was no one out there. I knew there was no one out there. I knew it was just me and Aiden, and yet I couldn’t get over the thought that there might be someone hiding out there who could listen in on us and report us to someone.

  But fuck this felt good. He was so skilled. He was filling my body with his tongue like it was a miniature cock.

  Don’t get me wrong. Craig was good at this, but he wasn’t nearly as good as Aiden was. It was too much for me. I gasped and it filled his office. I moaned and it echoed between the cubicles just outside his office.

  Even with all that noise there was no one out there reacting. No one popping their head up and wondering what the hell was happening. No one to catch us and report us to someone in human resources who might be able to get both of us in trouble even if Aiden was the one in charge of this department.

  Fuck it. This felt so good. Another man’s tongue on my pussy was so fucking hot that I let out a scream. I didn’t care if there was someone out there who might be listening in. Let them listen in and hear what was going on out here. Hear how good it was with Aiden. How much I loved feeling his tongue on my cheating married pussy.

  I thought of Craig. Wondered what he would think of me going this far. Of me letting another man press his tongue so deep inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried out his name over and over as fireworks ripped through my body. As he devoured my pussy like a starving man.

  His head was buried between my legs and it was funny. I’d fantasized about something like this happening so many times and yet actually having his head buried between my legs was nothing like how I’d imagined it.

  Even if it felt fucking good. I tossed my head from side to side and nearly slipped off the edge of his desk as sweat from my body made the wood surface of his desk slick.

  He looked up at me and his own face was slick. Slick with my juices. With my arousal. He grinned up at me and I smiled back down at him.

  “What’s the delay?” I asked.

  “No delay,” he said. “I was just thinking how much better this would be if I was fucking you.”

  I bit my lip. Thought about that. Wondered if I really wanted to go that far. Having him eat me out was one thing, but having him fuck me seemed like another thing entirely. It felt like it was somehow taking things farther than I’d intended for tonight.

  Even if there’d been a part of me that had hoped something like that might happen.

  “You said your husband is okay with this, right?” he asked. “So what’s the problem?”

  I bit my lip. Chewed on it. Which might not have been the best course of action. That seemed to only turn him on more. He stood and started working at his belt. Pulling it off.

  Fuck. Here we were. It was actually happening. He was going to fuck me. I couldn’t believe it but he was really going to fuck me. I’d dreamed about this, fantasized about it, and apparently I wasn’t the only one in my marriage to fantasize about it.

  Yet I still couldn’t believe it was actually going to happen.

  “You know you want this,” Aiden said. “You know your husband wants this. And you know you want it. You know you’ve wanted it for so long.”

  I was still biting my lip. I couldn’t help it. Now it was because I was so turned on and not at all because I was worried about what this meant.

  I knew what it meant. I was going to be fucked by another man. I was going to have the first cock inside me other than my husband’s in years. Since I took my vow to love, honor, and obey.

  Though I guess in a perverted way I was obeying my husband by fucking another man. He told me he wanted me to fuck another guy and here I was about to do it. If that wasn’t loving and obeying him then I didn’t know what the fuck was.

  Aiden pushed his belt aside and leaned over me on the desk. He had a look of pure hunger in his eyes now. He was moving closer, closer. Close enough that his chest pressed against mine. He looked down at the window showing my tits and I licked my lips.

  I knew where this was going. We both knew where this was going. Fuck!

  Aiden pulled his pants down and looked me up and down again. The desire was plain in his eyes. He needed me in the worst way and I was more than willing to give it to him. My mouth fell open and I was practically panting in anticipation of what we were about to do.

  “What are you waiting for?” I asked. “You know you want this.”

  He wanted it. I wanted it. Craig wanted it. I wondered what Craig was doing right about now while his wife was being a dirty little slut, and it was all for him. I imagined him sitting in our bed stroking his cock thinking of what I was doing with my coworker.

  I knew he wouldn’t finish himself off. No, he wouldn’t do that because that would ruin all the fun. He always lost interest in sex right after he was done, at least for a little while, and I had a feeling after the teasing I gave him today he was going to want to stay very interested until I got home to tell him all about what I’d done tonight.

  What I was about to do. My breathing was picking up and my body was on fire. I was past disbelief. This was going to happen and there was nothing to be done about it but go ahead and enjoy the experience.

  Aiden pushed his pants down, exposing his cock to me for the first time. And let me tell you that was a cock that girls talked about. Literally it was a cock that the girls on the sales floor talked about. At least the ones who’d been with Aiden.

  But hearing talk about his cock and actually seeing it? Well those were two very different propositions indeed. It was long and thick and my mouth watered thinking about taking that in me. Whether I was blowing him or fucking him didn’t matter. I needed him inside me.

  Though I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted as his eyes devoured me. As he licked his lips again and stared down between my legs. Oh yeah, he was going to fuck me. Shit. Another man was going to fuck me. He was going to make me his little fuck toy and I desperately wanted it. Desperately needed it.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  He reached down and pulled my shirt up. It was so tight that he had some trouble pulling it over my tits, but once he got it over them they bounced free and stood out proud as though they were begging for his touch.

  His eyes devoured my tits and then he was devouring my tits with his mouth as well. He dove in and his tongue ran all over my nipples. His hands ran all over my tight body.

  It was so fucking hot. Here I was sitting back on my boss’s desk while he explored every inch of my body. Here I was letting another man feel me up and taste me in every way possible while my husband was back home thinking about all of this.

  It defied explanation, but it was so hot that I knew I couldn’t go back now that I’d had this experience.
There was going to be so much more to this. I was going to have this experience with as many men as possible.

  Sales meetings were going to be totally different now. I just hoped Craig could understand the monster he’d unleashed with this fantasy!

  “I’m so ready to fuck you,” Aiden said. “Are you ready?”

  “I’ve been ready,” I said, a touch of irritation coming to my voice. How obvious did I have to be? I was sitting here panting for him. Begging for him to put his cock in me, and yet he hesitated.

  Maybe there was a part of him that still had trouble believing my husband was into this. That he wasn’t going to have to deal with a jealous husband coming in and ruining everything after the fact.

  I still had a hard time believing that wasn’t on the table, but there was something about the way Craig looked at me when he said he wanted me with another man that made me sure he was completely serious about this. This was something he wanted. Something he needed as much as I needed it.

  Finally Aiden growled and fell on top of me. I frantically worked at the buttons on his shirt. He didn’t have his suit jacket on so there was less to take off.

  Only there wasn’t even time to take his shirt off. I just opened it enough to get a look at the muscular body I’d heard the other girls in the office talking about. The girls who’d been with him.

  It was a damn shame I couldn’t ever take part in some of that workplace gossip. It was one thing to know that my husband was into the idea of me getting with another man, but it was another thing entirely to let other people know about that dirty fantasy.

  For some reason the idea of letting the world know about that seemed a bit shaming. It was something that I wanted to keep between me and Craig. And whatever guy he wanted me to fuck, obviously.

  Aiden pressed his cock to my entrance, pulling my thong aside. He wasn’t even going to take everything off. He was going to fuck me right here in my skirt with my shirt pulled up over my tits.

  Maybe he had a fantasy about taking me in my office clothes or something. Well he could fantasize about whatever the hell he wanted as long as he was taking me!

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispered as he moved down and bit at my neck.

  My eyes widened in surprise, but I didn’t stop him. Maybe he wanted to mark me as his own, and if he wanted to do that then whatever. He could do that. Everyone would assume the mark came from my husband, after all. No one would know it was Aiden who’d done it.

  No one but me, my husband, and Aiden of course. We’d all know and it would be a fucking hot reminder of the night I fucked my boss.

  Then it started to happen and my eyes went wide before I squeezed them shut. He pressed forward, the head of his cock splitting me down the middle as he rammed deep inside me.

  Fuck. It was a fucking good thing I was already so turned on by everything that was happening tonight, because otherwise that might’ve hurt. He plowed deep into me and found depths that even Craig had never found before.

  Which isn’t a knock against my husband. He had a good sized cock and he knew how to use it, but Craig was bigger. It wasn’t a judgment, just a statement of fact.

  And he was going to use that huge monster of a cock to fuck me to within an inch of my life. I could tell from the way he growled as he pulled back and slammed inside me again.

  It’s weird. I’d been fucking my husband for so long that I’d almost forgot what it was like to fuck another man for the first time. I hadn’t done something like this since my wild college days. Since back when Craig and I first started dating, nothing official at the time, and I’d had a fling with a guy at some frat party that convinced me Craig was the man for me forever and always.

  Now that I thought about it I’d probably have to finally come clean about that even though we hadn’t been exclusive. Not because I felt guilty about it or anything, but because it would probably turn my husband on in a huge way.

  Right now I concentrated on Aiden. On his cock moving deep inside me and then pulling out. On the way his face looked as he plowed deep inside me. On the way he grunted and sweat beaded on his forehead.

  In short it was fucking hot. It was different from Craig but it was amazing in its own way as well. I’d forgotten what it was like to get to know a new lover like this, and now that I was experiencing it again for the first time I loved it.

  Over and over he slammed inside me. My tits bounced under his thrusts and he stare down at them. He stared over my whole body with an expression of disbelief, his eyes finally moving down to where his cock was plowing in and out of me, slick with my arousal.

  I moaned and wrapped my arms around him. Adjusted and wrapped my legs around his back so he could get deeper and deeper. I wanted more of him inside me. I wanted to feel everything he could give me. I wanted this moment of discovery to last forever, but I also knew there wasn’t a chance it was going to last more than a few minutes.

  I could tell how turned on he was. I could tell he was close to the edge. I could tell that the power I held over him meant he wasn’t going to last all that much longer. He was fulfilling the ultimate forbidden fantasy of fucking the married girl in the office, and it was pushing him over the edge just as much as it was pushing me over the edge.

  Yeah, that was it. He pumped into me a few more times and I felt it. All the forbidden anticipation and the naughty nature of what I was doing hit me in one hell of an orgasm that washed over my entire body. That threatened to knock me out it was so fucking intense.

  Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It was like every time he slammed home inside me he was sending a pulse of pleasure through all my nerve endings and causing me to float up to the clouds. I felt like I was having an out of body experience where I was floating above his office looking down on myself having this orgasmic experience and it was all I could do to hold onto consciousness as I seemed to reach another plane of existence that was hitting me every time the tip of his cock bottomed out inside me.

  I screamed his name. I screamed incoherent babbling. I didn’t know what I was saying. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know who I was. All I was was the pleasure coursing through my body because of what he was doing to me.

  And then it happened. He grunted one final time and buried himself inside me. I was so lost in the pleasure that I didn’t care that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Hell, I was so caught up in the moment that maybe the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom was doing a little something extra for me.

  Whatever it was, that final grunt as he buried himself inside me and started blowing his load was enough to send me over the edge again. It was enough to send me back to that pleasurable place where I was nothing but the force of the orgasm washing over my body and through me.

  It took several long minutes, but slowly I came down. Aftershocks from that intense orgasm washed over me time and again as he pulled his cock out of me. As I felt some of his come dribbling out of my pussy.

  I looked down and was treated to the sight of that come pooling on his desk. On a slightly stained spot on his desk. I’d always thought that was a coffee stain, but now I knew what it really was.

  He’d just fucked me in his office like he fucked all the other sluts in the office. He’d made me his and now his come was dribbling out of me, a mixture of both our pleasure coming together in that spot where I was nothing more than one of his sluts.

  I shivered at the thought. My husband wanted me to be a slut tonight, and boy had he gotten his wish. The disbelief came back and I stared down between my legs filled with another man’s come and had a hard time reconciling my image of myself as a good little married girl with the sight of another man’s seed dripping out of me.

  And yet it was still so fucking hot. I still needed more of this. I needed to feel him fucking me again.

  Only he was pulling his pants up and getting his belt buckled.

  “Fuck that was hot Denise,” he said. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that.”
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  “Oh I think I have a pretty good idea,” I said.

  “Y’know if you’re serious about your husband being into this then I think we could do a hell of a lot more with this fantasy,” he said. “You could become the top sales girl if you were willing to play ball. I’ve always been serious about that.”

  “Why Aiden,” I said, trying to sound sweet and innocent and moving a finger to my lips to add to the image. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to use my body to get deals.”

  He grinned. “You know I am. You have a body that was built for sin Denise. You have a body that was built to be used, and if hubby is into it then I’ve got a few ideas about how we could use it.”

  I shivered and shuddered. I had a few ideas of how I could be used to. My mind flashed with an image of me bent over a conference table with sexy older men all around me using me. Filling me with their cocks. Aiden smirking and watching as it happened.

  Craig back home with no idea what was going on other than knowing I was going to a sales meeting where I might get a little more naughty than usual.

  Fuck that was hot. I shuddered and shook thinking about it. Of course I didn’t want to give everything away just yet. No, I wanted Aiden to think he would have to work for it.

  After all, the anticipation of getting with me had been enough to drive him wild this time around. I didn’t want that anticipation to go away now that he’d gotten in my pants.

  “I’ll think about it,” I said. “But for now I need to get home and tell my husband all about what a naughty little slut his wife was tonight.”

  “Oh you’re the naughtiest,” Aiden said. “See you tomorrow?”

  “See you then,” I said.

  It didn’t occur to me until I was back at my cubicle rearranging my top and trying not to look like I’d just had one of the best fuckings of my life that there could be a double meaning when he said he’d see me tomorrow. There’d been an odd tone to his voice.

  Did he think this was going to happen again? For that matter, why wouldn’t I want it to happen again?