by Lexi Archer
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What's A Hotwife?
1: Ethan
2: Jennifer
3: Ryan
4: Emma
5: Alyssa
6: Owen
7: Ethan
8: Jennifer
9: Ryan
10: Emma
11: Alyssa
12: Owen
13: Ethan
14: Jennifer
15: Ryan
16: Emma
17: Owen
18: Alyssa
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House Party
Lexi Archer
Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer
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First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, December 2015
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What's A Hotwife?
What is a hotwife? It's more of a lifestyle than a term. Put simply, it's a committed couple who has decided to let the woman stray, usually while the husband watches her straying!
The term is "hotwife," but really it's much broader than that! Married, engaged, or just dating, the only constant is a committed couple who decides to change the traditional rules of that commitment to allow for a little extracurricular fun!
There are two things that separates the hotwife from cheating or cuckolding: love and respect. The hotwife couple puts their relationship first. The excitement comes from watching the sexiest woman in the world get it on with another guy in the most intimate and personal live porn performance that's possible for two people committed to one another mind, body, and soul!
My stories are for the couples who are thinking of opening up their relationships. For the men who fantasize about their wives with other men but could never put that feeling into words. For the ladies who think it would be so hot if their fella watched them with another man. For anyone who's ever had an interest in opening their relationship for a little sharing!
These fantasies are for you. These stories are yours. I hope you enjoy them!
1: Ethan
“You almost ready baby?” I asked.
“Almost!” came the reply from the bathroom.
Not that I believed it for a moment. It was a fundamental law of the universe that any time a woman said she was almost ready it meant there was at least another half hour of waiting to look forward to. At least it seemed to be a fundamental law of the universe where my wife was concerned.
“You know we’re going to be late, right?” I asked, glancing down at the time on my phone.
“So? Everyone else is going to be late too,” came her reply.
I shrugged and turned on the TV as I leaned back on the bed. She had a point. I don’t think anyone had arrived “on time” to one of our friendly gatherings in years. When we were hosting at our house I certainly didn’t count on anyone being there at the appointed time. Now that I thought about it, if people did start making it a habit to show up on time it would probably throw off the whole groove of the evening and make things more difficult for the hosts.
“Y’know the house feels weird tonight,” Jennifer’s voice drifted out from the bathroom again. I heard various things rattling and clanking, but I had no idea what was going on in there. It always amazed me how my wife getting ready to go out, or even just getting ready to go into work in the morning, could sound just as loud as a construction zone.
Of course even if it was loud in the bathroom it was strangely silent in other ways.
“Tell me about it. We’re going to have to have your parents take the kids more often if it gives us this amount of peace and quiet,” I said.
“I dunno,” Jennifer said. “I still feel a little guilty about just sending them away like that. Seems kinda selfish, don’t you think?”
“I think we’re going to have to agree to disagree on that one, babe,” I said.
“You’re a terrible father for thinking that,” she said, though her tone of voice made it clear she was joking. Mostly.
“What can I say? It’s nice to have a night with just the two of us,” I replied.
It really was nice to have a night with just the two of us. This would be the first real break we’d had since we started having kids three years ago. Let me tell you, having a couple of young kids in the house didn’t do wonders for your social life or your sex life, even if I wouldn’t trade the experience for the world. It had taken those few years to convince Jennifer that it wouldn’t be the end of the world if she let her parents watch the kids for the night, and I hoped this would be the beginning of a beautiful babysitting relationship where we could actually get some time to ourselves every once in awhile.
As I leaned back on the bed waiting for my wife I thought to some of the fun we used to have before we had kids. Nights going out to bars and having fun with friends. Going out to clubs and drinking and dancing late into the night. Watching Jennifer get turned on to the point that she started grinding against other guys, and even against other women on a few particularly heated nights that were seared into my memory.
All that had come to an abrupt end when we got pregnant for the first time. It was like a switch flipped in Jennifer’s head and she went from adventurous wild girl to mom mode almost overnight. I could understand why she would do that, but it didn’t stop the disappointment I occasionally felt when I thought about the old days.
Again, not that I would change where I was or trade in the kids for anything. It was just that there were times when I really missed the old days.
“So does this thing tonight mean we’re getting old?” I asked.
More clattering from the bathroom. Jennifer’s head popped out and she had a confused look plastered on her face. Her hair was only half done up and it was obvious she still needed a couple of passes with the straightening iron. She also hadn’t put on any makeup yet. I sighed. A half hour to get out of here had been an overly optimistic estimate.
“What the hell are you talking about?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Sending the kids off with your parents so we can go over to our friends’ house instead of going out to a bar or something. It just seems like such an old people thing to do. That’s the sort of thing my parents did when I was a kid, not the sort of thing we do!”
Jennifer smiled and shook her head. “Well if you think about it you’re about the same age your parents were when you were younger. You just started having kids late.”
“What are you insinuating?”
“I’m insinuating that you’re an old man whether you like it or not,” she said. “The sooner you get used to that the better for everyone.”
I grinned and shook my own head as she disappeared back into the bathroom. I didn’t feel old. I was still on the lower end of my thirties. I suppose I was the same age my parents were when I was young, though, which was fucking weird to think about. Yeah, it seemed like the days of wild parties were gone and it was all wine coolers at friends’ houses from here on out.
I just really wished we could have some of the fun we used to have. Sure we still got it on, which is something I should be thankful for considering some of the horror stories I heard from guys whose wives lost interest after having kids. It’s just that the sex we were having was more of the quickie variety while praying that the kids didn’t wake up from their nap rather than t
he marathon sessions we used to have.
That had nothing on some of the wilder things Jennifer did back in college and when we’d first graduated. The nights when she’d fulfilled a particular interest of mine that had turned into an interest of hers: watching her have fun with other men. I smiled as I thought back to a night that had made its way into the permanent spank bank. A night when we’d all gotten a little too drunk and she ended up taking on a couple of my fraternity brothers while I got to sit back and watch the show.
Then there was that time she brought home that sexy intern from her job when she’d been there for a couple of years. I figured the last time I’d get it on with a hot college girl would be the night before Jennifer graduated, but that night with that intern when the three of us spent all night fucking in every position and combination imaginable had proved how wrong I was on that score.
Good times. All in the past. All gone. The proverbial tears in the rain.
“So how wild do you think things are going to get tonight?” I asked. I’m not sure why that suddenly popped out of my mouth. It certainly gave away what I was thinking about, and from the smile on Jennifer’s face she definitely knew what was up when her head popped out of the bathroom again.
“You know I’m never going to get ready if you keep interrupting me,” she said.
“Sorry,” I said. “Guess I was just thinking about some of the old days.”
Jennifer finally stepped into the room and my breath caught as I saw her outfit. Talk about the old days! The outfit she was wearing was something right out of those days when she used to get wild and crazy. The days before we were both so exhausted by dealing with two young kids that we were lucky to get in a nap time quickie.
She was in a pair of shorts that fit to her tight body perfectly. She’d spent time in the gym religiously to get back in shape after both kids, and if anything she was in better shape today than she’d been before we started having kids. The shorts molded to the curve of her ass perfectly, and they were so short that I could even see a hint of what looked like green panties peeking out from between her legs. That was the sort of thing she only wore when she was interested in catching other guys’ interest. She definitely had my attention!
Up top was a T-shirt, but it was no ordinary T-shirt. No, it had a neckline that plunged so low that it showed off everything. All it would take was for her to lean forward and she’d be displaying her treasures to the world. God how I loved it when she was displaying her treasures to the world!
I also saw a hint of green up above and my breath caught when I realized what it was.
“Are you wearing the suit?” I asked.
Jennifer blinked and did her best innocent look. “What ever are you talking about Ethan?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, you naughty little minx.”
“Are you talking about that barely-there green bikini you bought for me a couple of years ago that I never got to show off because I got pregnant? Because if that’s what you’re thinking about then you’re absolutely right.”
My mouth watered and my cock was immediately standing at full attention. I suddenly wanted nothing more than to throw her down on the bed, tear her clothes of, and reveal that bikini. I’d only seen her wear it one other time before, back when I first bought it, and it had been sitting in the bottom of a drawer ever since. Gone but definitely not forgotten.
“So why would you wear something like that tonight?” I asked, my mouth suddenly dry. I hadn’t really thought something was going to happen at this little get together tonight, but I’d dreamed. Those dreams were definitely being helped by seeing Jennifer dressed in one of her outfits that said she was ready to seduce and destroy. Maybe she was a little more willing to get naughty with our friends than I’d anticipated.
I really hoped that was the case!
In a flash I was across the room, my arms wrapped around Jennifer running up and down her body. I pulled her shirt up, my hands on fire as they ran against her tight stomach and up to cup her tits through the thin and barely-there green material of that bikini. I was lightheaded as I thought about the guys seeing her in this thing. More than anything my head was filled with visions of the guys maybe doing a hell of a lot more than seeing her in this bikini!
“What’s come over you honey?” Jennifer asked in a voice that told me she knew exactly what had come over me. Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing wearing something like that. “Weren’t you the one who was just worried about us being late?”
“It just occurred to me that the night is young, the kids are gone, and maybe we could have some fun that isn’t a five minute nap time quickie!”
I was kicking myself even as I said it. If she was dressed like this then it meant she was planning on having some fun. Fun like what we used to do. Fun that would be ruined if we ended up spending the entire night at home fucking because I got distracted before we even got to the car.
Jennifer had more self control, thankfully. She turned around, her tits brushing against me and sending a shiver running through my body, and locked eyes with me. A thin knowing smile played across her face.
“I’d love to do that with you baby, but then you wouldn’t get to see any of the fun we might have when we get over to Emma and Ryan’s place.”
I cocked an eyebrow at that. This night was starting to look more and more interesting with each passing moment.
“What sort of fun were you thinking we might have at Emma and Ryan’s house?”
Jennifer stood up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against mine. That also had the side effect of brushing her tits against my chest and brushing her body against mine. In particular my cock was pressing against her which was an exercise in aroused torture. I wanted nothing more than to push her back on the bed and have my way with her, but that might ruin the fun to come later.
I didn’t know what that fun might be, but I was definitely intrigued!
“That’s for me to know and you to find out when we get over there,” she said.
And with that Jennifer was brushing past me and back into the bathroom. The clattering started up again and I knew it would be at least another half hour before we had a hope of getting out of here. It was worth the delay for that little interplay though. What she’d just said ran through my head over and over, and I couldn’t help but imagine all the fun we might have.
2: Jennifer
I glanced over at Ethan and then looked back to the road. Fuck that had been so hot back at the house. It was amazing how getting the kids out of the house just for the space of a night could be enough to get my sex drive roaring back like that.
Ethan was staring at the road, but I knew his mind was probably on what we’d just done back in our bedroom. I knew he was just as frustrated as I was, but it’s not like there was anything we could do about it.
Until tonight. I thought about the last time we were over at Ryan’s house. I thought about someone pressing up against me. Someone who wasn’t my husband.
Yeah, tonight was going to be very interesting if it went where I thought it was going.
“Penny for your thoughts,” I said.
“Just thinking about the steaks Ryan promised tonight,” he said.
I knew it was a lie. He did that thing he always does where he glances over to me really fast to see whether or not I was buying the bullshit he was selling. As far as I could tell he didn’t know that I knew about his tell, and I wasn’t about to give it away. So I turned back to the road and watched it going past as we made our way across the subdivision to where Ryan and Emma lived.
“I don’t think steak is the only thing on your mind,” I said.
I know it wasn’t the only thing on my mind. I was thinking of all the things we used to do before we had kids. I wouldn’t change having kids for the world, but there were times when I missed some of the wild days we used to have. Times when I looked forward to the kids being old enough that we could foist them off on the parents long enough
to maybe have a little fun.
Nights like tonight, for example.
“You’re right,” Ethan said with a sigh.
I leaned in closer to my husband. I traced a finger lightly up and down his arm and enjoyed seeing him shiver even though it was a pretty warm night. It was nice to know that I could still do that to him after we’d been together for a few years. After having kids.
“Really? And what were you thinking about?”
“I was also thinking about those spicy mashed potatoes that he usually makes. Those things are damn delicious,” he said.
I blinked. I sat back in my seat and huffed. Ethan sensed he’d done something screwy and he looked over at me. Moved a hand out to run along my thigh, but I pulled away from him. Here I was trying to act sexy and seductive, trying to rekindle some of the old days, and he was making jokes about mashed potatoes!
“Come on Jen,” he said. “It was just a joke!”
“Yeah? Well maybe you can stick your dick in the mashed potatoes tonight then,” I said, still in a huff. I crossed my arms and glared at him. His hand started moving higher. Higher. I felt a thrill running through me even though I just wanted to sit here and be mad.
It was hard to sit here and be mad when he was teasing me like that though. His hand moved higher and I flashed back to a night at his house off campus back in college. A night when we’d all had a little too much to drink, because what the fuck else were we supposed to do in college? A night when his roommate’s hand had been running up my thigh just like this and maybe I’d gotten a little carried away.
I smiled as I thought of that night. It was the first time we’d ever done anything crazy. The first time we’d expanded our relationship beyond the boundaries of what people thought of when they were in a monogamous relationship. It sure as hell hadn’t been the last time.
I frowned. Having kids had killed that in a way that society’s judgment had never been able to. I sighed and my body was on fire as his hand finally moved between my legs and he started rubbing against my pussy. I felt like we were college kids in the back of a car trying to sneak some fun because both of our roommates were in our dorms being wet blankets and not giving us a chance at having fun with each other.
