Cheat on Me: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  I guess it all depended on how Craig reacted when I got home and told him all about what I’d just done.

  8

  Craig

  I paced back and forth in our bedroom. In the bedroom I shared with my beautiful wife. We’d been in this apartment since we got married and we’d fucked over just about every inch of the place through the years that we’d lived here.

  Every place in the apartment was a memory of our sex life. It was a reminder of how we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other even now, a few years after we’d been hitched.

  We’d been together for so long and yet still every time felt like the first time. It was an amazing experience and I knew I was so fucking lucky to have that kind of sex life with my beautiful wife.

  And now my beautiful wife was out there somewhere maybe having a new first time. Sure I knew she’d been a little wild back in college, I even suspected she might have fucked around on me a little when we first started dating and weren’t exclusive which had been the subject of plenty of jerk off sessions, but this was the first time since we went exclusive that she’d be with another man.

  Assuming she was with another man right now. It was entirely possible she really was working late. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to work late, but every time she did I’d fantasized about her fucking one of the guys at her office.

  Only this time around it was different. This time around I’d confessed my fantasy to her. This time around I had that picture she sent me earlier of how turned on she was.

  This time around I knew it was going to be different. My cock was rock hard thinking about it. I couldn’t keep myself under control and there’d been a couple of times when I’d nearly whipped my cock out and jerked off imagining her with her boss.

  I’d met the guy on a couple of occasions. She’d been there long enough that we’d been to holiday parties and that sort of thing. The guy was fit. Younger. Maybe about our age. I always wondered what kind of connections he had that he got an executive position that young in life.

  And I’d always seen the way he looked at my wife. When he thought I wasn’t looking his eyes were all over her. Staring at her tits. Looking at her sculpted ass that always looked incredible no matter what she wore.

  Yeah, it was pretty fucking obvious that the guy wanted my wife in the worst way. That he wanted to slide his cock deep inside her.

  And I’d jerked off thinking about those looks, thinking about what might happen as a result of those looks, on more than one occasion. That Denise was always coming home from work and talking about how he stopped by her cubicle and eye fucked her didn’t help.

  If she was noticing it then it meant the guy was being really fucking obvious. Usually she was oblivious when guys were hitting on her.

  I took in a deep breath and let it out in a shuddering sigh. She was late tonight. It was nearly seven o’clock and she’d never worked this late before. That had to mean something was happening.

  I prayed that meant something was happening.

  I paced around the apartment again. Nothing was going to distract me from this. I’d tried watching TV, but no dice. I tried playing some video games but my mind kept returning to my wife and what she was doing out there. I kept imagining her bent over her boss’s desk, the sort of fantasy I had whenever she was working late, his cock plowing inside her as he looked down at her beautiful body and thought about what a lucky bastard he was that he got to have this hot piece of ass.

  And he probably did think he was a lucky bastard. After all, she’d turned him down so many times before. I imagined what he must have thought when my wife finally offered herself up after so many years of denying him.

  Yeah, if they were fucking right now then he really did think he was one lucky bastard. I just wished I could be there to watch.

  That was the one flaw in this whole plan. I very much wanted to be there while they were fucking, but I knew it was impossible. It would seem to weird if I showed up at her office with popcorn in one hand and my cock in the other hand to watch my wife seduce and fuck another man.

  No, it made far more sense to have her do the seduction on her own, but that didn’t change the fact that it drove me wild sitting here thinking of her seducing another man.

  God she was so beautiful. And she knew it, but for some reason that was a side of her she’d suppressed ever since we got married.

  Some women were innocent. Some women were completely clueless to the fact that they were complete and total hotties. That they turned every man in the room into a drooling mass of hormones just by virtue of being in the same room.

  Not so with my wife. Not so with my beautiful Denise. She’d always known she was the hottest thing in the room, and in the old days when we were still in school she’d loved every moment of teasing men.

  There were times when I thought she only did that because she knew it drove me wild. That teasing other men was somehow teasing me. It was a sadistic streak to her, but I’d never been willing to tell her that the reason why I never said anything was because it turned me on so much.

  Only she’d stopped doing that once we got married. I wasn’t sure if it was because we were married and she thought it was wrong, or if she just thought that wasn’t the right thing to do to your husband.

  Either way I missed watching her show off. I wanted to see it again more than anything.

  But the thought of her showing off, the thought of her walking into her boss’s office with the outfit she’d been in earlier today when she left for the day, was more than enough to keep my fantasies stoked. It was more than enough to keep my cock rock hard in anticipation of the moment she came home and told me about everything that happened tonight.

  Assuming anything happened tonight. I still couldn’t be completely sure, after all.

  Headlights played across the living room ceiling. The first couple of times that happened tonight I’d jumped up, sure that it meant she was almost home. That she would have a story to tell me and it would drive me wild.

  After being disappointed the first couple of times I’d given up on that. She was going to show up when she showed up, and not a moment sooner. There was no point in me jumping up every time I thought she was home.

  So I didn’t react this time when I saw the lights through the window. I didn’t even react when I heard a car door open and shut. After all, it had been the neighbors every other time this evening. Why would it be any different now?

  I’d even given up on trying to text her. She’d made it pretty obvious early on that she wasn’t interested in anything I had to say to her. If anything that added to the fantasy scenario though. It made it feel like she really was out there stepping out on me in the best way possible.

  I finally reacted when I heard the telltale sound of a key in the door. I jumped up and turned to look at the door as the knob turned and she stepped inside looking absolutely stunning.

  I looked for any sign of what she’d been up to this evening at work. After all, if she’d been doing what I thought she was doing there would be telltale signs all over her. I’d thought about the idea of her fucking someone at her office for so long that I figured I wouldn’t be able to miss it.

  Of course it was difficult to see in the darkness. It didn’t help when she flipped the lights on and I was nearly blinded as it hit my eyes.

  “Why were you sitting in here in the dark?” Denise asked.

  I didn’t bother answering her. I was far more interested in what she looked like. I was very interested in her hair which was messed up. As though someone had been messing with it. It wasn’t as perfectly put together as it usually was when she got home from the office.

  And her top. That top that had a window in the front that showed off her cleavage. It was the sort of thing that looked like it was tailor-made to stretch office dress code policies, and it drove me nuts seeing her walk out with it on earlier in the day.

  Now it was wrinkled and messed up. As though someone had pushed it u
p so they could get a good look at her tits while they were fucking her for everything she was worth. I licked my lips as that pleasant image filled my mind for a deliciously distracting moment.

  “So do you want to tell me what happened tonight?” I asked.

  Though it was looking pretty obvious what happened tonight. Her skirt in particular, a tight skirt that showed off one of her best assets, was also wrinkled. And I’m not talking about the kind of wrinkled that you get from sitting in a chair all day long.

  No, we were talking about the kind of wrinkled you could only get from a skirt being bunched up around her waist while someone pounded into her repeatedly.

  I wondered what her pussy looked like. I wondered if she’d let him fuck her or if they’d just done oral. Either way I couldn’t wait to hear what happened. I leaned forward and my mouth fell open in anticipation. This was going to be everything I’d fantasized about and then some.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about honey,” she said.

  I blinked. Okay. Not exactly what I was expecting. Not what I was expecting at all, to be honest.

  “What do you mean? Didn’t you…”

  I trailed off. Now that she was throwing me for a loop I almost didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want her to think I was assuming she was out there fucking other guys if she wasn’t.

  “Stay late at the office so I could get caught up on some sales numbers? Yeah, that’s what I was up to,” she said, a thin smile coming to her face.

  I was flabbergasted. I was completely destroyed. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’d been so excited, so turned on all night long, that I felt like my world was crashing down around me now that she was acting like nothing had happened.

  That couldn’t possibly be the case. Something had to have happened tonight. All that teasing couldn’t have been for nothing, right?

  “You’re bullshitting me,” I said.

  “That’s what you think,” she said, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around me. Looking up at me with obvious concern. “Look, I know you’re excited about this fantasy and everything, about telling me about it, but we can’t make this the only thing in our sex life.”

  She looked at me with such concern and I felt like an asshole. I’d pushed her and this was still new. She’d gone out and dressed sexy and that was way more than we’d done in a long time. I couldn’t fault her for not going through with the fantasy.

  “You’re right honey,” I said. “I guess I got so excited…”

  “I know,” she said, running a hand along my cheek before pulling back and walking towards the bedroom. I found myself admiring the view as she walked away, then she paused and looked over her shoulder.

  “Now get in here so I can tell you all about how hot it was fucking my boss.”

  I stood rooted to the spot. I couldn’t believe I’d heard the words I’d just heard. She was still grinning at me and it was all I could do to keep myself under control. It was all I could do to keep from blowing a load in my pants right there just from her words alone which was a pretty good sign of how intense this fantasy was.

  She arched her eyebrows as though to ask me what the hell I was waiting for. She was right. I scrambled to follow her into the bedroom.

  This was going to be fucking amazing!

  9

  Craig

  “Are you sure you want to hear about this? It was pretty intense baby.”

  I licked my lips and looked Denise over again. There were all sorts of little signs that she’d been up to no good, and I couldn’t wait to hear the story behind it. I couldn’t believe she’d actually done what she was hinting she’d done, but I was so happy that it had happened.

  I shivered looking her over. Yeah, the signs were all there.

  Mussed hair. Wrinkles on her top. Wrinkles on her skirt. Evidence of what she’d done with her boss. The sort of evidence that might send any other couple on a downward spiral to divorce, but for me it only made my cock that much harder as I thought of him on top of her pounding her pussy over and over again.

  Another shiver. It seemed like tonight was a night for the shivers.

  “I need to hear all about it,” I said as I fell down beside her on the bed.

  She didn’t miss a moment. As soon as I was down next to her she reached out and ran a hand along my cock. Moved her finger lightly up and down my shaft tracing it with her fingernail which sent another shiver running through me.

  Because the entire time she was doing that to my cock I was lying there imagining her doing that to another man’s cock. Imagining what it would look like for her to wrap her hand around Aiden’s cock.

  I’d imagined it time and time again, but there was something about knowing it might have actually happened tonight that added an additional layer to the fantasy.

  Basically I was pretty amazed that I wasn’t blowing my load in my pants right then and there. After all, this was the culmination of my fantasy. It seemed like my body would be operating on a hair trigger, but somehow I was holding it together.

  “So are you going to tell me anything?” I asked.

  Denise looked at me and winked. The barest hint of a smile played across her face.

  “I don’t know,” she said, tapping her free finger against her lips which only served to remind me of a fantasy I had of another guy pressing his cock against her lips. I wondered if her boss had done the same to her tonight. Bounced his cock against her lips and smeared his precum all over her.

  I wondered if I would be able to taste that if I leaned in and kissed her, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. It seemed that she was in a mood to tease me, and if she was in a mood to tease me before she got to the main event then I wasn’t going to stop her.

  Let her draw it out. Let her do whatever the fuck she wanted. As long as she got down to telling me about the main event tonight. About all the nasty things she’d done with her boss.

  “You were a pretty bad boy today, you know that right?” she asked.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Well you wouldn’t leave me alone while I was trying to work,” she said. “It was hard enough concentrating on anything thinking about how much I wanted my boss’s hard cock sliding inside me when I got done for the day. You didn’t help things by texting me over and over. I had to turn my phone off!”

  She sounded annoyed, but I could tell from the way her eyes went wide in an exaggerated pose that she wasn’t all that annoyed with me. Besides, what did she expect? A girl couldn’t send a text like she’d sent me earlier and not expect her phone to blow up.

  I licked my lips. “Okay, so I was a bad boy. Does that mean you’re not going to tell me anything?”

  “I still don’t know,” she said with a melodramatic sigh. “I mean you were so naughty. Telling your wife that you wanted her to go out and cheat on you. That isn’t the sort of thing a good husband does with his wife, is it?”

  “No it isn’t,” I growled, the arousal flaring inside me. God it was so hot when she talked about being dirty. “But let’s cut the bullshit. I think we both know you loved every minute of it.”

  Her eyes went wide again and this time there was no hiding the surprise there. Oh yeah. Maybe she thought she was being good about pulling this whole sweet and innocent thing on me, but if she thought it was working on me she had another thing coming.

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  This time I did lean in and kiss her. I needed to know if his taste was on her lips. Though I guess I had no way of knowing what that would even look like to have his taste on her lips. After all, I didn’t have any experience kissing a woman after she’d gone down on another guy.

  I’d thought about it. Wondered about it. Wondered if it would turn me on. Heck, there’d been a little while where I worried that getting turned on by that sort of thing would make me gay before I figured I was kissing a girl and not a guy so what the fuck did it matter?

  Only I didn’t detect any stran
ge tastes on her lips. There was nothing there that would indicate she’d been up to no good. I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or disappointed at that.

  I sure as fuck didn’t find an answer to whether it would be a turn on or a gross out to kiss her after she’d had her lips on another man. I guess that was a mystery for another night. For now I wanted to solve the mystery of what she’d been up to in her cubicle.

  I pulled away from the kiss and moved my hands down between her legs. To where her thong was soaked. The same thong that she’d shown me in her text earlier in the day. The same thong she’d shown off to me while she was getting ready in the bathroom in the morning which almost resulted in both of us being late for work before she pushed me off of her and left me with the promise that there was only one man who was going to get with her that day and it wasn’t me.

  I smiled just a little. I guess she’d been sort of wrong about that. Aiden might have gotten with her, but I was getting with her now whether she liked it or not.

  Denise gasped and closed her eyes. Her mouth fell open and her breathing picked up. Meanwhile I teased her by dancing the tips of my fingers around the edge of her pussy without giving her the satisfaction that she so clearly desired. Her hips churned and she tried pressing herself against me, but I wouldn’t let her. Every time she tried to push against me I pulled away so she didn’t get that satisfaction she so clearly needed.

  “Now you tell me the truth,” I said. “You were turned on all day at the thought of being a dirty little slut, weren’t you? You loved the idea of going to the office dressed like this and impressing your sexy boss, didn’t you?”

  Again with the gasps. Yeah, this was turning her on. Again she tried to press against me and again I pulled my hand away before she could get the orgasm she was so clearly going for.

  I needed to know if it was her first orgasm of the night or if she’d had plenty with her boss before she came home. Only then would I let her get what she wanted.