Cheat on Me: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  It was a damn shame I didn’t know there was going to be a live show going to my phone. Otherwise I might’ve looked up a way to record everything happening on my screen.

  Oh well. Maybe some other time. After everything that had happened I had a pretty good feeling that this was just the tip of the iceberg. That we were going to have a hell of a good time with all sorts of situations including recording her with another man.

  So I concentrated on the show in front of me. That’s what this night was all about, after all. My wife being pleasured by other men and me watching her being pleasured by other men.

  And what a situation! It looked like we had the makings of a first rate gang bang and it was almost too much.

  As I stared the older guy pushed her back which forced the younger guy to pull away from her. Though the younger guy didn’t seem to mind at all. No, he simply pulled back and then moved up on the conference table next to Denise and started attacking her breasts with the same happy abandon that the older dude had a moment ago.

  I wondered if that conference table would really be enough for all of them, but apparently it was made of sturdier stuff than the conference tables at our work because it didn’t even creak or groan under their weight.

  The older guy quickly disrobed himself revealing an impressively muscled body. I should look that good when I was that old. He pulled his pants down next and he stood before my half naked wife staring down at her.

  Staring between her legs. Staring at that spot under her skirt that was so inviting. She looked up at him and moaned. A moan that was loud enough that I could hear it even through the tiny microphone on her phone on the other side of the conference room.

  “Do it,” I heard her gasp.

  Holy fuck. It was hot watching these other men getting off on my wife, but in some ways it was even hotter to listen to her obviously getting off on the idea of getting fucked. Getting off on it to the point that she was begging this guy to fuck her.

  I never thought something like that would happen with my wife. I guess she was willing to take this a lot farther than I ever imagined she would in my fantasies.

  And boy was I happy that she was willing to do that! Talk about fucking hot!

  The older guy seemed more than happy to oblige her. He leaned forward, his large cock pointing right at her.

  Denise must have been a sight for that guy. I knew she was a sight for me. Lying back on that conference table staring up at a man who was old enough to be her father leaning over her with his cock pointed at her. Her blouse and bra were gone so she was half naked with only her skirt to protect her modesty.

  Not that it looked like it was going to be protecting her for long!

  I licked my lips and wondered where this was going. I couldn’t wait to see how it played out!

  13

  Denise

  I leaned back on the desk and looked up at the ceiling. There was the usual fluorescent light overhead. The type of thing you'd see in any office conference room anywhere in the country.

  It was such an odd feeling looking up at something that was so damn ordinary while something so incredibly extraordinary was happening all around me.

  Mr. Anderson moved forward. His hands were commanding as they moved to my thighs. Moved up to my knees. He pulled my legs apart roughly, and instead of getting pissed off I gasped.

  If he wanted to be rough with me then he could be rough with me. I was his to command. His to do with as he pleased. I was his play toy in that moment and if he wanted to bend me over and fuck me right here on the conference table that would have been just fine with me.

  It looked like he wasn't going to bend me over, but he was going to fuck me! I licked my lips in anticipation. It was a delicious agony of waiting for him to just go ahead and do it already.

  I'd been waiting for this for so long.

  He reached down and worked at his belt. I heard the clang as it hit the conference table and then his pants fell to the floor. He was still in his button up shirt. He didn't bother to take it off entirely as I licked my lips and waited for him to do it. To finish what we'd all been anticipating for so long.

  He leaned over me. His hands moved to either side of my head. He stared down at me as his cock found my entrance.

  Fuck! This was only the second time I'd felt another man's cock pressing against my pussy, and yet it wasn't so different from Craig. It wasn’t so different from Aiden, for that matter. He didn't waste any time either.

  No, he wanted me and he was going to take me. Using the desk as a leverage he shoved his cock inside me in one quick thrust.

  I closed my eyes and grunted. Felt my tits bouncing under his thrust. I could feel his eyes running up and down my body even though my eyes were squeezed shut.

  It happened every time I was with a new guy. At least it was always like this back in the day every time I was with a new guy. His eyes ran up and down my body as though he couldn't quite believe he was sinking his cock into a girl as hot as me. It was so fucking intense thinking about him getting so fucking turned on by me!

  He was a man who knew what he wanted and he took it. He pistoned in and out of me, his eyes glued on me as my own eyes fluttered open and I looked up at him. God he was so fucking hot.

  This whole situation was so fucking hot. The older man and the younger married woman. It was one hell of a turn on. It was almost more than I could take.

  I squeezed my eyes shut again as my first orgasm of the evening took over. As I felt pleasure rushing through me, over me, and threatening to overwhelm me.

  Damn. If this was how turned on I was and he’d barely even started then I couldn't wait to see what it was going to feel like when we really got going. Assuming he could last, but I had the feeling that Mr. Anderson wasn't the kind of guy who’d be a one pump chump.

  "Fuck you're so hot Denise," he hissed. "I wanted this pussy since the first time I saw your hot ass walking into the room the first time you visited. God you're so incredible."

  I threw my head back and tossed my hair from side to side. My hair flopped against the table in response to his it dirty talking. It was so fucking exciting hearing him talk about me like that. Like I was a piece of meat for him to use.

  Which I guess was the case right now. And it was incredible. If he wanted to use me for his pleasure then he could use me all he wanted!

  I just hoped Craig was able to see everything. I'd worked whole thing out with Aiden so hubby would get a view, but there were so many things that could go wrong. The connection could go bad, the angle could be wrong, something could get in the way of the camera. Something could happen to cause him to miss out. I desperately hoped that wouldn't be the case.

  I was so fixated on Mr. Anderson fucking me that I'd almost forgotten there were two other men in the room who were just as eager to worship on the altar of my body as he was. But I was reminded of their presence as I felt something brushing against my hand.

  I looked over to see Aiden with his cock out. His whole body was on display for me in its full glory. I shivered looking up at him. I licked my lips as I stared at his beautiful body.

  And he really was beautiful. Gorgeous. The kind of man that women fantasized about. The kind of man women dreamed of getting with.

  What an idiot I’d been to push him away for so long!

  No, not an idiot. A married woman. That's the kind of woman I'd been. I was still a married woman, but I was a married woman on the prowl. I was a married woman who had her husband's permission to go out and have the kind of fun that was usually only reserved for the single and the slutty.

  Mr. Anderson stopped his thrusting for a moment and I looked up at him. Bit my lip. What was going on here? He needed to keep that up! I needed him pounding inside me damn it! I needed him filling my cheating married pussy!

  Then he glanced to the side. I followed his gaze and realized what was going on. Right. There were three men in the room. I kept forgetting that. Three men who wanted to take me. Three men wh
o wanted to use my body for their pleasure.

  And I'd forgotten all about the third.

  Mr. Anderson was the only one who’d kept his shirt on. Jeff had pulled his off and he was every bit as muscular and delicious as Aiden. He was also the youngest in the room, and I blushed thinking about getting with him.

  Sure being the youngest in the room meant he was only maybe four or five years younger than me, but it felt like robbing the cradle. But looking at his muscled body and his well toned abs coupled with his huge cock sticking out begging for me with just a hint of a pre-come leaking out of the tip I more than wanted him.

  So I scooted over to the edge of the table, reached out and grabbed his cock while trying to keep Aidan's caulk in my other hand the entire time. It took a bit of doing and I had to reach out almost to the point of pain while Aiden sort of fell over the desk to get close enough, but somehow we made it work.

  I had a feeling these men would do whatever it took to make it work as long as they had a chance to get with me!

  I closed my eyes as Jeff leaned forward. Pressed his cock towards me. I knew what was going to happen. What I’d been hoping for ever since we planned the naughty new twist to this meeting. I was going to get my first taste of the night.

  Once more I was struck with how different he was, and it sent a tingle running through me that moved to a fire between my legs. I guess part of this fantasy was seeing the differences between the man I'd been with for so long and these new men I was playing with tonight.

  It was a feeling I wanted to have over and over again. Craig had created a monster, and I hoped he was ready for the consequences now that the genie was out of the bottle!

  Jeff’s cock was thicker than Craig’s. Also a little longer. I was no stranger to sucking cock, but I knew I was going to have a harder time with this one. I’d had cocks this big before, don’t get me wrong, but it had been awhile since I’d been a good little faithful housewife for so long.

  No longer though!

  Luckily I had the distraction of Mr. Anderson down between my legs. He'd been willing to stop long enough to let Jeff get his cock in my mouth, but he wasn't going to be denied any longer. His thrusting picked up right where he'd left off, and it was all I could do not to scream into Jeff's cock.

  I prayed that this angle was good enough that Craig was getting a good shot of everything happening. Because fuck was I turned on and I wanted him to have just as good a time watching his wife acting like a little slut.

  Every time Mr. Anderson thrust inside me it caused a wave of orgasmic pleasure to wash over my body. I was having one continuous pleasurable explosion after another and it was so hot!

  Then he stopped again. I whimpered, but it was a quiet whimper because of course it was interrupted by Jeff's cock.

  I looked up to Jeff. As soon as Mr. Anderson stopped fucking me I stopped working on his cock. That seemed to irritate him because he looked over to his older companion and he was pissed!

  "Why the hell did you stop?" he asked.

  "Because I want more from this hot married bitch,” Mr. Anderson said.

  I shivered and felt another one of those orgasmic explosions that had been rocking me ever since he started fucking me so expertly. There he went again talking about me like I was nothing more than a fuck toy that he was using for his pleasure.

  And I wanted to be his fucktoy. I wanted him to use me. I wanted all of them to use me. To fill me in every hole.

  Well, maybe not every hole. There was one that even Craig had never done before. I shivered to thinking about that.

  I pulled off of Jeff’s cock. I wanted to see where this was going and I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on sucking him off while they were talking. Jeff seemed even more annoyed, but he kept it to himself this time.

  Like I said, Mr. Anderson was the one in charge here. The other guys didn’t seem to want to piss him off.

  "So why don't you fuck her?” Aiden asked. "Look at how much she's begging for it!"

  I shivered again at the way they talked about me as though I wasn't even there. There were three powerful muscular men using me for their pleasure. And I was going to stay quiet. I wanted them to take me. To use me.

  And so I sure as hell wasn't going to say anything!

  The other two seemed inpatient, but Mr. Anderson was obviously the one in charge. And it obviously didn't bother him at all that he was annoying the other two men in the room. No, he was going to take his time with his pleasure.

  He moved his hands up my thighs. Stopped at my hip. He dipped down and gathered some of the moisture we’d create with the force of our fucking, then his hand moved over and around slightly before moving down. My eyes went wide as I realized exactly what he was going for.

  "This girl is hot," he said, almost to himself. “She's nice and tight, but I wonder if hubby ever gave it to her…"

  He trailed off at that, but it was pretty obvious what he was talking about. What his target was. The very thing I’d just been thinking about. The one hole that my husband had never enjoyed, though not for a lack of trying and begging.

  Mr. Anderson’s hand moved around to my backside. And before I could react his finger was invading my ass.

  My eyes went wide. It was almost painful as he invaded my body. As he filled me with a finger that was both firm and gentle at the same time. Yeah, it was almost painful, but there was also an undercurrent of pleasure.

  It felt good. Damn. There was something that was almost as unexpected as everything else I’d done over the past couple of weeks since Craig revealed this fantasy.

  No one had ever done anything like this before. And it felt good! Really good!

  It made me wonder why I'd ever been resistant to doing something like this with my husband. Because it felt nice as I got used to it. As I grew accustomed to my ass being filled.

  And I found myself wanting more. So much more.

  From the way Mr. Anderson looked down at me, a possessive glance that said he was going to take me in every way possible, I knew what he wanted. I got the distinct feeling that he was going to do this thing that even my husband had never done with me before.

  I'd always been afraid, but I wasn't afraid now. No, I wanted to try this. It was crazy, but I wanted to try it.

  "I've never…"

  Mr. Anderson grinned. Looked at the other two guys with that triumphant smile.

  "See boys! She's never done this! She’s still a virgin in at least one way, and I’m gonna pop that cherry!“

  He looked down at me and his voice was more gentle.

  "You've never done this with your husband baby?"

  I looked up at him. I was going on autopilot. I concentrated on that spot between my ass cheeks where his finger was thrusting in and out. Where I was getting accustomed to the invasion. Where I was suddenly wanting so much more than his finger.

  "Now be honest with me," Mr. Anderson asked. "Has your husband ever done this with you Denise?”

  I bit my lip. I knew I was going to answer the question, but there was just something that was so delicious about holding off. About resisting him. About not giving him what he wanted it right away.

  Because I knew that not giving him what he wanted right away would mean he would take what he wanted.

  His finger thrust deep inside me. So deep. Into places that no one had ever explored. Even if Craig had begged on a couple of occasions for the opportunity.

  I’d been afraid. I was still afraid, but that wasn’t going to stop me from letting it happen.

  I gasped. And I winced. There was pleasure and pain as his finger explored me. Pleasure and pain, and yet I wanted more of it.

  It was incredible how much control this fantasy had over me. How easy it was for him to find secret places deep inside me that I'd never explored before, and I wasn't talking about what his finger was doing to me.

  "Be a good girl and tell us," Mr. Anderson said.

  His voice was confident. He knew I was going to answe
r the question. He knew I was going to give him what he wanted.

  Even though I'd never given what he wanted it to anyone before. Not even to my husband.

  "If you're not giving us what we want Denise," he said. “You might not get what you want."

  I squeezed my eyes shut. I moaned under his words. I knew he wasn't talking about the sale. He was talking about so much more than that.

  Because what I wanted more than anything was to feel the three of them inside me. All around me. Taking me. Making me theirs.

  It was naughty, it was so wrong, but then again everything about what had happened ever since my husband admitted this fantasy was naughty and so wrong.

  "Tell me what I want to hear," Mr. Anderson asked.

  He started moving his finger in and out again. I moaned in time with his thrusting. His finger was so big that it was almost like having a cock thrusting inside me. I needed a cock thrusting inside me, but I also needed all of them inside me.

  I thought about Craig. Imagined what he must be thinking watching all of this happening. He had to know what this guy was doing to me. Had to know that I was letting Mr. Anderson do things that I'd never let another man do to me before. He had to know it, and it had to be driving him wild.

  After all, he'd admitted to me that a part of the fun of this fantasy was the taboo nature of watching me do things I wasn't supposed to do with other men. Well this was something I'd never done with another man, and he was finally finding virgin territory on my married body.

  Fuck! My back arched. Was I going to come just from him fingering my ass?

  "My husband never fucked me there," I hissed. "No man has ever…"

  Mr. Anderson smiled as though he was satisfied, but I knew that couldn't be farther from the truth. He wasn't satisfied. He wouldn't be satisfied until he was pressing his cock up inside me.

  Fuck, I wasn't going to be satisfied until I felt his cock pressing deep inside me. Filling me. Entering places I'd never felt a cock before.