Cheat on Me: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  Yet at the same time I was terrified it might be true. While the idea of her being with another man was hot, at the same time there was the consideration that she’d basically be cheating on me at this point since she didn’t know about my fantasy or that I enjoyed the idea of her getting with other guys. There was the threat that it could mean the end of our relationship if she was starting to fall for another guy.

  I was interested in her having some fun with other guys within the confines of our relationship, but if what Angela said was true then it meant my girlfriend was potentially seeking out some fun with other guys outside the confines of our relationship which was another beast entirely.

  Damn it. This was all so damn confusing. I hated it even as I loved it.

  And it was mostly because of that inner conflict that I didn’t say anything on the walk back to my dorm even though I wanted nothing more than to ask her who exactly she’d taken back to her room the night before. I should’ve gotten a description or something from Angela. I knew what most of the guys Reese worked with looked like. All it would take was a brief description and I’d know exactly who was putting the moves on her.

  Assuming it was even a guy from her work. Damn it.

  So I kept my mouth shut. I’d like to say I worked up the courage to say something when we got back to my dorm. While we were watching a movie together. When we started making out and eventually brought the festivities to an early close because while my cock was rock hard I was so distracted from wondering if she’d been doing this with another guy the night before that she noticed something was wrong.

  It was pretty obvious from the way she looked at me that she was wondering what was wrong, but she didn’t come out and ask any more than I was going to come out and ask her about the gentleman caller who had escorted her home. We were in the middle of a standoff and she probably didn’t even know it, though she might suspect. I know if I’d brought some random girl back to my dorm the night before the guilt would be eating at me.

  The only thing eating at me, though, was curiosity. Was Angela lying? Was my girlfriend cheating on me? Was I okay with that if it did turn out to be true? I knew she’d be pissed off if I started asking her about it and it turned out I was jumping at shadows, so I decided to wait.

  I needed more evidence before I proceeded. I needed to make sure she couldn’t blow me off and act like I was being a jealous asshole. Yeah, if I was going to ask her about what happened last night I wanted to make sure I had some proof something actually happened last night.

  I’d just have to wait until the next time she was “working late,” and I could already tell that waiting for that was going to be killer.

  3

  Sneaking

  I looked down at my watch and frowned, and then it was back to my game though I was having trouble concentrating. I should’ve gotten a call by now. I should’ve been on my way to pick Reese up so we could have a little bit of fun. On any other night I wouldn’t have thought it was out of the ordinary that she hadn’t called, she did work late from time to time after all, but tonight I was filled with a strange energy that I couldn’t quite define.

  It was the sort of energy that came from knowing tonight might be the night. It had been a whole week since Angela gave away that Reese might be less than faithful to me. A whole week of torture. A whole week of acting like everything was normal and pretending that nothing was wrong.

  And to be perfectly honest I was having a hard time deciding whether or not anything was wrong in the first place. Sure my girlfriend might have had an illicit tryst with another man, with one of those assholes from her work who was always hitting on her but was “totally harmless” to use a phrase she loved to repeat, but part of the distraction, part of the strange energy I’d been feeling all week, came from how fucking turned on I got thinking about it.

  I hadn’t had any time alone with Reese since that day when our attempt to get hot and heavy was interrupted by my distraction. Of course that didn’t mean I hadn’t had any one on one fun in the time since. I’d stopped even that over the past couple of days because if I was going to witness something along the lines of her stepping out on me with another guy I wanted to make sure I had a loaded weapon.

  Even if my loaded weapon wasn’t anything like the sort of loaded weapon you usually thought of a boyfriend carrying when he found out his girl was potentially stepping out on him.

  It was almost as late as it had been last weekend when she called and told me she didn’t want to meet up. I’d been mulling that conversation over in my head all week right along with everything else. That was the first time I could remember since we’d gotten together when she hadn’t come over no matter how late it was. That had made me even more suspicious as I thought about it even though it hadn’t occurred to me to second guess her in the moment while she was on the phone.

  Yeah, last weekend I hadn’t given into my suspicions. Last weekend I figured I’d be the good boyfriend and trust my girlfriend.

  None of that was happening this weekend though.

  I shut down my game. It’s not like I was actually able to pay attention to the thing anyways. I was mostly logged in to give kills away to other people instead of ruining people’s nights, but I didn’t care even though I was pretty much destroying a winning record that I’d spent months building up in the space of an evening.

  No, I was too preoccupied with some very real world concerns to give a flying fuck about my kill score in an online first person shooter. Much like drinking too much I’d probably regret it the next morning, but in the moment I was too hyped up on what I was about to do. I was too drunk on a mixture of anticipation and terror.

  My only regret was that it was still early enough in the semester that it wasn’t cold out yet. It had been getting a little chilly at night, but not to the point where I could get away with wearing a hoodie without looking like I was about to rob a place. Oh well. Not like I could do much about that.

  I pocketed my phone and made my way out onto campus, that mixture of fear and nerves growing more pronounced as I got close to the pizza place.

  I’m not sure what I was expecting when I got there. Maybe Reese standing behind the counter like she always was? I have to admit that I felt just a little stalkery tonight as I made the trip. In the past I’d just wondered what was going on and wanted to verify that they were busy, but tonight I was actually out there with the serious intent of trying to catch her with another guy.

  Then again if I did manage to catch her with another guy then I suppose that would make the ends justify the means. If it turned out Angela was fucking with me then I could safely feel like a first rate asshole.

  Campus was packed as I got closer to the main drag where all the partying happened for people over twenty-one who could get into the bars and people younger than twenty-one who either had fake IDs or just wanted to hang out and enjoy the ambiance of drunk people partying and having a good time. Not that I’d ever been big on that. I always preferred house parties where I could actually get a good old fashioned underaged drink without much danger of being hassled by the campus cops.

  Things started to get more interesting when I reached the block where Reese worked. Usually when she was working late like this there was a line of drunk people running out onto the sidewalk waiting to get pizza to satisfy their inebriated cravings. Only tonight there was nothing of the sort, and I still hadn’t gotten a phone call.

  This was getting more and more interesting with each passing moment. My cock was definitely standing up and taking note. Everything that had happened in the past week, every minor suspicion that was nothing on its own but started to add up in aggregate, was swirling in my head as I kept it down walking past the front of the pizza place. I didn’t want to make it obvious I was out here if Reese happened to be at the counter and looked out the window as I was walking past.

  I glanced over, just a quick jerk of my head, and stared through the window at the pretty girl leaning against the
counter and playing with her phone. She looked bored. She also wasn’t my girlfriend.

  Reese wasn’t in there. What the hell?

  Okay. I needed to keep cool. I needed to keep things under control. I was sure there was a rational explanation for this whole thing even if I was having a hard time truly believing that considering all the little hints that were coalescing into one hell of a major red flag.

  Maybe she didn’t feel well. Maybe she was in the back helping them prep or something. She almost always worked the front desk, but I figured anything was possible. Anything was preferable to the alternative.

  Or was it? Because my cock was rock hard. I had to shift to keep it from being too obvious, though I don’t think it’d be much of a problem anyways considering most people walking down the street were too drunk or too far up their own asses to notice something like how hard my cock was as I stood there contemplating where my girlfriend might be.

  I stood there and tried to think of options. I couldn’t very well go into the pizza place and scope it out. If Reese was in there then she’d see me and wonder what the hell I was doing there. It would probably be obvious what I was doing since I’d already gotten my traditional Friday pizza earlier in the day. If she wasn’t in there then her coworkers would still recognize me, they all knew me because of the aforementioned Friday pizza tradition, and word would get back to her that I’d been at her place of employment sniffing around suspiciously instead of just calling her and asking what was going on.

  I suppose I could call her, but she was usually the one who called me. A simple call might have cleared things up rather quickly, but at the same time I was so suspicious in the moment that I also worried a simple call would tip her off that I was suspicious and then she’d go so deep underground with whatever it was she was doing that I’d never find out. No, I still wanted to be able to take advantage of having suspicions while she didn’t know I had those suspicions.

  I stared at the businesses on the other side of the street from a vantage point where I couldn’t be seen easily from inside the pizza place. There was the pizza place, the alley that ran behind it, and then a bar where there was loud music pumping out into the street as drunk college students moved in and out.

  My eyes went back to the alley. I knew it was crazy to think there was a chance of anything going on there, but maybe I could see something if I went out behind the pizza place. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I needed to do something. I felt like I needed to exhaust all avenues before I called her or went over to her dorm to try and figure out what the hell was going on.

  And wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I got to the alley my phone started ringing. Damn it!

  I quickly moved down to silence it and then looked around the alley with my heart pounding, wondering if anyone had heard it. Damn it. Why hadn’t I thought to mute the damn phone before I went out if I knew I was going to be sneaking around?

  Probably because I didn’t think I was going to be sneaking around in an alley next to the restaurant where my girlfriend worked when I first left my dorm twenty minutes back.

  I looked at the screen. Reese was calling. Damn it. I wondered where she was. In a moment of panic I had a vision of her standing in front of my dorm room banging on the door wondering where the hell I’d disappeared to, though that was ridiculous. She didn’t like walking around campus on her own after dark, and she’d never surprised me like that before. I didn’t see any reason why she would start doing that sort of thing now.

  I tried to make my voice sound casual. Cool. Collected. I swiped and held up the phone.

  “Hey babe,” I said. Damn it. There was a quaver to my voice. Hopefully she would chalk that up to a bad connection. Phone service got pretty bad on campus after dark Thursdays through Saturday because there were so many people using the damn things to schedule parties and hookups.

  “Hi honey, bad news again,” she said.

  I cocked an eyebrow at that. Bad news again? Now that was interesting. Very interesting.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “We’re slammed at work again and I’m going to be late,” she said.

  I couldn’t help myself. I turned to stare back the way I’d came. Back towards the street entrance to the alley where people were partying and having a good time. Nope. No crowd had spontaneously developed in the minute or so that I’d been slinking through the dark alley with no idea of what the hell I was actually doing in there.

  For that matter I was willing to bet good money that I didn’t have since I was a poor college student that if I was to go back around to the front of the pizza joint and look in the mirror Reese wouldn’t even be standing there at the counter. I wasn’t going to do it, but something told me it was still going to be her coworker sitting there looking bored staring at her phone.

  Which begged the question: where the hell was Reese?

  It was even more frustrating because I wasn’t going to just come out and ask her. No, I didn’t want to spook her. Not yet. I had pretty damning confirmation that something was going on here, but I didn’t have enough information to try and nail her on it yet.

  “Sorry to hear that,” I said. “Do you want me to swing by your dorm? I could wait for you there and then you could come over.”

  “That’s sweet of you honey, but I think I’m going to just go back to my room and crash after I get done with work,” she said.

  I decided to twist the knife a little more. “Bummer. I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight. I know you don’t like walking through campus on your own after dark. What if I came over there and waited around until you get off? I could at least walk you back to your place.”

  There was a pause on the other end of the line and I wondered if I’d taken it too far. I could hear the wheels turning in her head on the other side of the line as she tried to think of a plausible excuse to not have me come out and meet her. She knew I knew how much she hated going out on her own after dark, and refusing the offer would seem really weird.

  How was she going to get out of this one?

  “That’s okay honey,” she said. “You enjoy your games. I’ll get a ride home with Amy or something.”

  Amy! That was the name of the girl working the front counter. I had to hand it to Reese, she was interweaving a little bit of truth with her lies. Clever girl. And I still had no way of knowing where she really was, because I knew for a fact that she wasn’t with Amy and Amy sure as hell wasn’t leaving work any time soon from the way she’d been staring dejectedly into her phone idly swiping back and forth.

  Where were you, Reese, and what were you up to?

  I started moving down the alley towards the back of the pizza place again. I didn’t really expect to find anything back there. It was more something to do than anything else.

  “That’s fine babe. See you tomorrow?”

  “Sure thing. Love ya!”

  Yeah, I bet she did love me. I was starting to question that. Of course that wasn’t what was at the forefront of my mind as she said that. No, I was far more interested in her voice suddenly doubling up. For a moment I thought there was something wrong with the phone that had caused the interference, but then I realized that I’d heard her “love ya” coming from two directions.

  It hit me exactly what I was doing right before I stepped out of the alley and revealed myself. I pulled up short and pushed myself against a wall as I heard voices.

  Okay then, it seemed that I’d definitely found Reese. And if the voices I was hearing were any indication then it seemed that Reese was with another man.

  Okay. I needed to keep cool. I needed to keep things under control. Only it was really fucking hard to try and keep things under control considering what was going on just around the corner. What the hell was going on?

  No, it couldn’t be what it seemed like. There had to be a perfectly rational explanation for why she just called and told me she was busy at work and didn’t have time to spend with me this evening
and meanwhile she was back behind her work with some strange guy I didn’t know.

  I had to know which one it was. I was sure it was one of the guys she worked with. I carefully slinked down the alley and peered around the edge, careful to move slow so there wasn’t a chance one of them might spot me out of the corner of their eye and look over. Catch me.

  It turns out there wasn’t any worry of me being spotted though. No, I didn’t have to worry about that at all because when I peered around the corner I saw Reese standing there paying no attention to her surroundings because she was busy paying far too much attention to Aiden, a delivery driver.

  What the hell was going on here?

  4

  Spying

  I shifted in my position and my heart pounded as my sneakers scraped against the asphalt. The noise felt like it was amplified and echoing through the alley. I was certain they could hear me where they were chatting in front of his car.

  Only they didn’t react. They didn’t make any indication they’d heard me. They were just standing there chatting with one another and standing way too close for a girl who supposedly had a boyfriend.

  I ran the whole situation through my head again. Was I mistaken about this? Had I imagined that whole conversation where she said she didn’t want to come over tonight? Surely me hallucinating that whole conversation made more sense than the idea that Reese was cheating on me. Reese couldn’t possibly be cheating on me. She didn’t have a cheating bone in her body!