Digital Dalliance: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  John. I really needed to talk this over with John.

  “Let me talk this over with my husband and I’ll get back to you,” I said.

  “Don’t wait too long!”

  I looked over my shoulder. He was in the middle of a raid, but whatever. I was interrupting his raid for this. I had a feeling he’d be glad to have his raid interrupted for this. “John, I’m calling an emergency meeting!”

  John turned and blinked. My yell had been enough to make it through his super special surround sound noise-cancelling super headphones so he knew I meant business. In an instant the headphones were down around his neck and he was looking at me with worry obvious on his face.

  “What’s up honey?” he asked.

  “Conlan wants to meet,” I said.

  A smile split John’s face. “Sure thing. Let me get out of this raid and switch over to my buddy’s stealth character and we’ll be…”

  I smiled as he prattled on. I was glad that he was finally paying some attention to me and more particularly to my role-playing hobby. I was glad that he was willing to drop everything so that he could spend some time with me even if the “quality time” he was planning on spending with me was watching me with another guy. More than anything I was amused that he was making the same mistake I’d made when Conlan first brought this up.

  Shit. I was thinking about meeting this guy in the real world and I didn’t even know his real name!

  “Not that kind of meeting,” I said. “He’s talking about meeting in person. Me and him in a hotel room, all that sort of stuff.”

  John blinked and reached out to flick his monitor off. He didn’t even bother to tell anyone what he was doing. Damn. This fantasy really had brought out a huge change in him!

  “What do you think about that honey?”

  What did I think of that? I’d be meeting a strange man, though I guess he wasn’t a complete stranger at this point. I knew what he looked like. But I’d still be meeting him and most likely hooking up if things went well. There I was thinking about crossing lines again. Is this one that I wanted to cross?

  “I’m okay with it if you are,” I said.

  “We’ll have to be careful,” John said. “This is still some random guy off of the Internet after all.”

  I smiled. John was still as much a product of the early Internet as I was what with all the warnings about crazy people out there. Great minds thought alike and all that.

  “Of course, but if it goes well you know what this means right?”

  John nodded. I turned back to the computer to start making arrangements, but before I turned I couldn’t help but notice that John’s cock was tenting up as he turned back to his computer.

  17: Dinner Date

  “Can I help you?” A pretty hostess at the entrance to the hotel restaurant asked.

  “We’re supposed to meet…” I stopped. I didn’t even know his name. All I knew was his screen name. “Conlan?”

  The girl’s face lit up and she gestured for us to follow. “Right this way.”

  We made our way through a sea of tables and then she led us into a small alcove set back from the main room so nobody in the restaurant proper could actually see us, though we had a good view of the restaurant from where we sat. I led with Kayla taking up the rear. If this guy did turn out to be a psycho or something then I wanted to be the first one he’d lunge for.

  I stopped as we reached the table. He was there. Conlan.

  He looked to be somewhere in his early to mid twenties though it was hard to put an exact age to him. Kayla told me he was in college about to graduate and he looked like it. He had the same tousled hair I recognized from the pictures and the video chat. He had a strong jaw line and broad shoulders with every muscle in his body outlined in a tight polo shirt that seemed to be the standard uniform for college guys around the world. I heard Kayla gasp behind me and had to fight down a moment of jealousy. I had to remind myself that this was just a little fun and she wasn’t going to run off with him or anything silly like that.

  Kayla elbowed me in the ribs and I jumped. “Damn!” she whispered.

  He stood and walked over to us. He paused for just a moment looking between the two of us as though he was expecting something, though I have no idea what that could be. He held a hand out to shake mine and I took it. A strong grip, though not too strong. Apparently he wasn’t the type to get into a pissing contest with a handshake.

  Then he moved to Kayla and their interplay made my cock instantly harden. He wrapped his arms around her and she pressed my face against his chest. Damn was that sight incredible. I’d been fantasizing about Kayla doing just this with a guy and now that it was actually happening I felt on the verge of passing out. Sure we’d had that fun online, but as I was watching them embrace before me I was realizing that there was something about seeing this happening in the real world that was definitely lost in translation when an online medium was introduced.

  I sighed. The first hurdle of meeting someone from online had been met and cleared. He was just as he appeared in his picture and on the video chat. Of course that was just the first part. There was also the second hurdle to jump when meeting someone from the Internet.

  What did he think of Kayla? Sure he’d seen the pictures we took and sent over to him. Sure he seemed to react more than positively to that flirtation. Yet there was a part of me that was worried he might decide to reject Kayla after flying out here. I worried about that because I didn’t want my wife to be rejected. I worried about it because I very much wanted to see what would happen if it turned out they both had the hots for one another. Of course even as I worried that things might not work out there was also a small part of me that would be relieved if that happened. Sure I was turned on by the idea of sharing my wife, but there was also a not insignificant part of me that felt queasy every time I thought about it.

  I knew pictures could be deceiving. I knew you could see someone in real life and they could be completely different even if they weren’t trying to deceive. Maybe it was just an odd picture. Maybe it was a flattering angle, or an unflattering angle. Either way, I’d been worried the entire time we were arranging this meeting that the first time he saw Kayla he’d take one look at her and decide he wasn’t interested. I’d been terrified that he’d take one look at her and decide he was very much interested. It was a weird headspace to be in.

  Only now I knew that definitely wasn’t a worry. He seemed to like what he was seeing judging from the way they held that embrace. I looked down and saw his cock pressing against Kayla down below. Almost pressing against her stomach the thing was so big. It looked hard, huge, and seeing another man’s cock pressed against my beautiful petite wife’s body made me rock hard in turn.

  Yeah, this guy was definitely greeting my gorgeous wife with one hell of a happy hello, and it seemed that she was more than happy to press her body against that happy hello!

  I allowed myself a relieved sigh. Of course this was just the first step. This was just the initial meet and greet. There were still a thousand things that could go wrong. We hadn’t even started talking, and yet already I had a very good feeling about this from how they were reacting to each other.

  It looked like that embrace was going to go on forever if I let it so I cleared my throat which brought them back to reality. Kayla pulled away from Conlan and his muscular body, though I would’ve been happy to watch them getting up close and personal for a little longer. But we needed to talk before we got to the physical stuff. If this went well then I was going to see plenty of fun things back at the hotel room.

  Kayla turned and smiled at me, a blush rising to her face.

  “Maia, I presume?” Conlan said as he pulled away.

  Kayla turned back to him and the blush intensified. “You can call me Kayla. That’s what I go by in the real world.”

  “And it’s every bit as beautiful as your chosen name.”

  He turned to me and grinned. “And you must be the husband I’ve
heard so much about? Though I guess we have seen each other on at least one occasion.”

  “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but I have sort of mixed feelings on that score,” I said.

  Conlan chuckled. “I feel the same way, but I think we can work through those mixed feelings for a compelling reason.”

  He turned and looked at Kayla and I felt like I’d been punched in the gut even as I felt like my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. Harder even than the glorious day so many years ago when I discovered you could look up pictures of naked ladies on the Internet. Damn this obsession was confusing!

  Conlan gestured to the booth behind him. “Shall we get more comfortable?”

  “Hold on,” Kayla said. “I don’t even know your real name!”

  He smacked his head and almost fell back a step. He quickly caught himself on the edge of the table though. And almost sent the table flying, which sent Kayla into a fit of giggles. I couldn’t believe a man could be that clumsy.

  “I’m so sorry! Where are my manners? I’m Eric,” he said with a grin. A cocky grin. A grin that said he was confident this meeting was going to go exactly the way he wanted it. Hell, I wanted this meeting to go exactly the way he wanted it to even if parts of me were still screaming that I was crazy for going along with this. “Maybe we should have a seat and keep talking?”

  “Fine by me,” Kayla said.

  I felt like a third wheel as I sat and looked through the menu, but that was fine with me. Let them get to know each other while I watched everything and looked for any sign that might foul the deal and make us back out. Kayla and I decided ahead of time that both of us had veto power for this little expedition. If either of us was uncomfortable at any point during our meeting we could pull the plug. So I sat and used my newfound powers of invisibility as they eyed one another to observer.

  Kayla looked up at Eric and smiled, a hesitant and uncertain smile. He also seemed suddenly uncertain.

  “So…” she said, trailing off in a way that really highlighted the awkwardness of the moment.

  Only the moment was interrupted by a waiter stopping by. I grabbed a cheeseburger and Eric did the ordering for Kayla. Once the waiter was gone they launched into conversation.

  “So did you have a good flight?” Kayla asked.

  “Can’t complain,” he said. “Flying is always nerve-wracking for me but it was worth it for what was waiting.”

  I rolled my eyes. Talk about a cheesy line. The kind of line I’d expect from a college guy who’d only had a chance to work his game on college girls. Then again from the way Kayla was blushing and looking away it seemed that a little bit of his game was working on my woman. Maybe it wasn’t the line so much as how hot the guy delivering the line was.

  Kayla leaned forward until his body was pressed against hers. Her breath picked up as they made contact. Yeah, there was no denying the way he was making my wife feel. And seeing her leaning close to him like that, almost on the verge of a kiss, had me about ready to blow a load in my pants.

  And once again the moment was interrupted by the waiter coming out with our food. Damn that was fast service. Then again it felt like that kind of place. The rest of their conversation was interrupted by the meal with no more moments like the almost-kiss, but things were going very well by the time they finished up and the check came.

  “So what now?” Kayla asked.

  Eric grinned. “How about this for a plan? With hubby’s approval we head up to my hotel room and see where things go from there?”

  Kayla blushed, grinned, and turned to me. I thought about it for a long moment but then decided that things had gone well enough so far. “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you Kayla.”

  “It’s fine with me,” she said.

  Kayla reached out and took his hand. Sparks danced at that touch judging by the way they looked at each other. I took in a deep breath as I watched them running their hands together as I had a feeling this was only a small preview of what I was about to see up in his hotel room. I wondered how it would feel to see his hands running over the rest of Kayla’s body and not just her hand.

  This was it. We’d given the final go-ahead and this was actually happening. We stood and made our way out of the hotel restaurant.

  18: Real Life Role-play

  We stepped into Eric’s hotel room and I was having trouble keeping control of myself. I was having trouble controlling my breathing. He looked so damn delicious, everything I’d expected from his pictures and more. John came in behind us and moved to a seat on the other side of the room where he made himself comfortable.

  This was it. This was the moment. I was about to fuck another man. Another man who wasn’t my husband.

  I told myself to calm down. I told myself to keep control. I told myself that there was no need to be nervous about this. We’d already seen each other naked, we’d already gone as far as we possibly could with video chat conversations and of course those “role-playing scenarios” that started everything off. This was the same thing spilling over into a more real world scenario. It wasn’t different at all.

  Except it was totally different.

  I paused, took a deep breath, and looked at Conlan. At Eric. I was having a hard time reconciling the name change in my head. I was still thinking of him as the man who I’d been role-playing with and chatting with and it was going to take some getting used to before I naturally started referring to him by his real name. He was looking at me with barely concealed hunger in his eyes and it made me so fucking hot.

  I glanced over to John. A nervous glance that was looking for some sort of confirmation that this was okay. That we could move ahead with this. He smiled and nodded and I figured that was it. What else could I do but go through with it? And yet I was so damned nervous even though I wanted nothing more than to go through with it. Butterflies in my stomach were threatening to overwhelm me as I looked him up and down. As he took a step closer to me that sent a thrill running through me.

  “Maia,” he whispered. And suddenly I felt like we were in the middle of one of those role-playing scenarios even though I was standing in the middle of a very real world hotel room wearing shorts and a tank top.

  “Conlan…”

  “My lady elf,” he said with a bow.

  I blushed as he used the term from our role-playing session. Then it had seemed like an insult to my character. Now it felt like an invitation to a world of forbidden pleasure. I glanced over to John who was sitting on the edge of his seat taking everything in and I smiled. Something told me that if he was still on the fence about role-playing in the game he was definitely going to change his mind after this. Just hearing those words on Eric’s lips was enough to send another wave of warm pleasure coursing through my body and pussy.

  God was he gorgeous.

  “You look amazing Kayla,” he said.

  The sound of his voice made me blush. There was a barely concealed lust, an obvious hunger, hidden in the way he choked out those words. It was as though this god standing before me, rippling muscles and all, was barely able to control himself. I pressed myself against the room door, both because I didn’t trust myself and because seeing him standing there and using my character’s name mixed in with my own brought to mind some of the naughtier scenarios we’d role-played and I found myself wanting to get down to one of those scenarios right now.

  “You’re looking pretty good yourself,” I said.

  “Well I wouldn’t want to disappoint my Lady Maia,” he said.

  It was still odd hearing him use my in game name. Of course that’s what I went by most of the time, considering how much time I spent in game, but it was still weird hearing it in the real world. Over voice chat? Sure. In guild chat? Not odd at all. It really was my second name. This was just the first time that name had intruded into real life aside from the occasional conversation with John.

  I kind of liked it.

  “My Lord is too kind,” I said.

  He
took a step towards me and reached down to yank off his shirt as he advanced on me revealing his ripped body and abs. I gasped. He looked so amazing. It was obvious from his catlike grace and the way his muscles moved that he’d spent his own fair share of time in the gym. Not for the first time I was glad I’d spent so much time in the gym myself despite it eating into my important game schedule. He took another step, and another. My breathing was picking up. This reminded me of our role-play with his character advancing on me.

  From the barely concealed lust playing across his face it was obvious that’s what he was going for.

  “I think my Lady elf is just being polite,” he said. “I think my Lady elf is only saying such things because I’ve managed to capture her.”

  I turned my head away, both so he couldn’t see the blush on my face and because it seemed like the right thing to do. So we were doing this. We were slipping into our characters and it was so fucking hot. There were so many things I could do with this scenario in the real world that we couldn’t when it was just two characters on the screen chatting at one another.

  My nipples strained out towards his body, brushing against my tank top, and I could feel myself soaking through my panties. Damn.

  “I would never try to deceive my Lord,” I whispered.

  I felt him rather than saw him as he approached. My head was still turned to the side. I was still looking down. Demure, proper, exactly how I imagined an elven noble woman would act when captured by a dangerous and devastatingly handsome human barbarian.

  Or at least how I would want to act in this scenario. This was all role-playing, after all. A glance to John showed that he was extremely interested in what we were coming up with. I could only imagine how turned on he was seeing this play out in front of him finally.

  “Yet my Lady elf mocks me even with her words,” he said.

  I gasped and closed my eyes as one of his powerful hands reached down and cupped my chin. Forcefully he pulled my head to the side, and I felt another thrill run through my body accompanied by a rush of wetness between my legs as he held my gaze. He was staring down at me with that same intensity, that same hunger, and I saw his eyes run up and down my body. My chest was heaving, my breasts pressing up as they strained out to him.