House Party: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  “Mr. Whiskers! Get out of here you bad kitty!”

  Emma. And she was yelling at the cat. Had their cat even been in there? I’d been so preoccupied with not making any noise that I hadn’t even noticed the fur ball. Good thing I didn’t step on it or anything.

  I stood out in the hall trying to catch my breath. My whole body started shaking as I realized I was coming down from one hell of an intense adrenaline high. Nearly getting caught like that had been terrifying. It had also been one hell of a turn on considering how my cock had gone from half staff to sticking out hard and proud. Fuck!

  I heard someone moving into the room again. Once more I thought about bolting down the stairs, but something kept me rooted to the spot. I listened for any sound from the room and any sound from downstairs. I was just a few steps away from the stairs, and I didn’t want Ethan or Ryan or Jennifer coming up here and catching me spying on my wife and Emma!

  The waiting was killing me. Adrenaline was still pumping, my cock was rock hard, and I needed to see what was going on in there. So I risked peering around again and very nearly came in my pants. They were standing so close. Alyssa whispered something to Emma that I couldn’t make out from my spy perch, and then she leaned in and they kissed!

  They fucking kissed! Damn!

  It seemed like from that one kiss they melted into each other. I felt dizzy as I watched them making out. As Alyssa surprisingly got more aggressive than Emma while at the same time maneuvering my friend’s wife so that she was facing away from me. They fell down on the bed and it was hypnotic as they explored one another’s bodies! Occasionally they’d stop and whisper to each other, but I was too damn far away to hear what they were saying.

  Oh how I wished I was right there in between the two of them. How I wished I was up close and personal watching my wife seducing another woman, watching her sighing and listening to the sounds and seeing the sights.

  I was going to have to settle for being a witness at a distance though. Besides, her infidelity at a distance was almost as fucking hot!

  Alyssa said something I couldn’t quite make out and then it seemed like my wife was truly going for the gold. Her hand snaked down between Emma’s legs and my breath caught. I pressed against the wall because I needed something pressing against my cock and I was afraid that if I touched it with my hand then I’d do something stupid like try jerking off.

  Getting caught watching them would be bad enough. Getting caught with my cock out would probably be grounds for a visit from the constabulary or getting the shit kicked out of me by Ryan. Never mind how long we’d been friends.

  Alyssa’s hands moved up. Up. So tantalizingly close to that paradise between Emma’s legs. I tried to imagine what she must be feeling as she explored our friend. As she got close to touching another woman’s pussy for what I imagined was the first time in her life. As she came so fucking close to fulfilling the fantasies that we’d been talking about but I never thought would actually come this close to happening!

  “Hey Owen? Where’d you disappear to man?”

  I jumped. That was Ethan and it sounded like he was at the bottom of the stairs. I listened for the sound of shoes on the stairs, but nothing. I was in a difficult situation. I didn’t dare answer him because that would make it really fucking obvious to the girls that I was right outside the door. Sure Alyssa already knew I was out here, but I imagined it would be one hell of a surprise for Emma!

  I glanced into the room but already they’d disengaged. Alyssa was doing her best to keep Emma in an embrace, but she looked over and glared at me with a look that clearly communicated that I needed to get the fuck away from the door because Emma was going to turn around at any moment and probably wouldn’t appreciate seeing me standing here.

  I sighed and pulled away from the door. I could hear the girls straightening out in there and I figured it would only be a moment before they were out in the hallway. Thinking fast I ducked into the bathroom and flushed the toilet then turned on the sink and ran my hands under the water. The entire time I felt like I was going to pass out from the blood pumping through my body. From the constant adrenaline rush that started when I first made my way upstairs and saw my wife with Emma.

  I stepped out of the bathroom and very nearly bumped into Emma and Alyssa as they came down the hall.

  “Owen? What are you doing up here?” Emma asked.

  “Just using the bathroom,” I lied. I didn’t elaborate as to why I was using the upstairs bathroom when there was a perfectly good one ready to go downstairs and thankfully Emma didn’t press with any potentially embarrassing questions. Still, better safe than sorry. I decided to change the subject before she had a chance to ask any of those potentially awkward questions.

  “I see you found a suit for my wife. Damn!”

  I made a production of looking Alyssa up and down. She grinned and did a little twirl, though I was more interested in the way Emma was staring at Alyssa than I was in how hot Alyssa looked in the suit. She was fucking hot, of course, but noticing Emma noticing how hot my wife was even more hot!

  “I think it looks pretty good. Don’t you agree Emma?”

  Alyssa fixed Emma with a stare that could only be described as the very definition of bedroom eyes. I was surprised Emma didn’t jump my wife right there, but of course I was standing right here and she had no way of knowing that I knew exactly what they’d been doing just moments ago. Which was a pity. I very much wanted to be in the middle of that fun!

  The night was still young though.

  We moved down the stairs together and sure enough Ethan was there. He nodded at the ladies, but when I went by he stopped me with a hand to my shoulder and a huge shit-eating grin splitting his face.

  “Have fun going to the bathroom up there?” he asked in a whisper low enough that the girls couldn’t hear.

  I shrugged. Tried to play it cool. “I just went to the bathroom.”

  “Sure you just went to the bathroom,” Ethan said with a knowing wink.

  Yeah, it was obvious Ethan thought something was up, but there was no way he actually knew anything. So I brushed past him with a grin of my own and followed the girls into the kitchen where Ryan and Jennifer were still doing something over by the sink. And standing very close together while they were doing whatever they were doing.

  Weird, but all my attention was on Alyssa and Emma as we headed out back.

  7: Ethan

  I leaned over from my perch and stared into the kitchen. Ryan and Jennifer were pressed up against each other in there and it didn’t look like they were cutting a vegetable plate or anything like that!

  And that was just fine with me. I was making a good show of concentrating on the game, trying to shout out when it seemed like a good time, but all my attention was on my wife getting felt up by Ryan.

  His hands moved down to her side and I thought I heard a sigh, though of course I was probably hearing things. The television was loud enough that it’s not like I could hear details of what was going on in there no matter how much I might want to.

  My eyes moved down and I thought I saw a subtle motion. I blinked. Was Ryan actually grinding against my wife? I imagined his cock pressing against her. Moving against her ass. Imagined what she must be feeling as he pressed into her ass. I know she’d been looking forward to something just like this, I’d been fantasizing about it, but let me tell you there was one hell of a difference between fantasizing and seeing it in person!

  Owen said something and I grunted out a response. I was too entranced by Ryan and my wife to pay much attention to what was going on with Owen. Maybe something happened in the game, but whatever.

  Unfortunately it seemed the show was over for the moment. Ryan moved to the other side of the counter and messed with something there while Jennifer stood holding onto her section of the counter as though it was the only thing keeping her up. Her body gave a shudder that was big enough I could see it clearly from my spy perch.

  Jennifer turned and s
miled at me. Then winked. I winked right back at her and then she went back to helping Ryan. Actually helping him instead of helping him out by letting him press his cock against her. I suppose they did have to actually get some work done or things might look suspicious to everyone else.

  Speaking of things looking suspicious and everyone else. I turned back to Owen to see what he was talking about when I grunted at him and ignored him, but he wasn’t sitting on the couch. I blinked. Now where the hell did he disappear to?

  I looked into the kitchen then back to the couch as though that was magically going to make Owen appear. Of course the universe didn’t work like that and he didn’t reappear. Curious and with the show in the kitchen seemingly over for the moment I got up and went out the other side of the living room. I looked down the hall where the bathroom was, but everything was dark and quiet. Then I thought I heard something from upstairs.

  Why on earth would he be upstairs? If he needed to use the john then there was one right here that was a hell of a lot closer. The only people who were up there were…

  Oh.

  Oh my.

  Right. His wife was up there with Emma looking for a suit to change into. I wondered if the girls were the only ones up there changing, or if maybe there was more flirtation going on in this house than what was happening between my wife and Ryan in the kitchen. I frowned. What had been happening between my wife and Ryan in the kitchen before they decided to cut the show short.

  I could’ve let him have his fun, but on an impulse I just shouted out. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was the feeling that if there wasn’t a show happening for me in the kitchen then he wasn’t going to get to enjoy his show up there either.

  “Hey Owen? Where’d you disappear to man?”

  Someone scrambled around up there and I grinned. It seemed I’d caught someone hiding out near the top of the stairs off guard. A moment later I heard the toilet flush and water running, though oddly enough whoever ran in the bathroom had only been in there for a few seconds before the flushing and the hand washing commenced. Very interesting. It was starting to sound less like Owen was up there having fun with his wife and Ryan’s wife and more like he’d been spying on something.

  The only question was what he was spying on. Presumably it was just his wife changing up there. Was he just creeping, or did they maybe have something going on as well. Suddenly it felt like there were all sorts of interesting layers being added to this evening, and I didn’t know where it was going to end. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, but it was certainly starting to feel like there were more undercurrents to our social circle than the arrangement Jennifer and I were hoping to strike with Ryan before the end of the night.

  And if there was something going on with Alyssa and Emma then that was all the better. It meant there was more of a chance of Ryan actually doing something with my wife without feeling the guilt of potentially stepping out on his wife.

  Like I said, lots of undercurrents. I just hoped none of us got pulled under by the end of the night.

  Owen appeared at the top of the stairs with Alyssa and Emma right behind him. He gestured for them to go first and my breath caught as I saw the ladies. Emma was still in the same outfit as before. It looked nice and she filled it out quite nicely. There wasn’t an unattractive woman in this house. All my attention was on Alyssa though, because holy fucking shit she was wearing a bikini that looked skimpy enough that it could easily show up on the beach at a swimsuit issue photo shoot and no one would blink or think it was out of place.

  For that matter no one who saw how Alyssa filled out that suit would think she was out of place. She was so fucking hot on any normal day of the week. Like the other two ladies in the house tonight she was the kind of girl who could casually pull off sexy no matter what she wore. Only the sexy was ramped up to eleven on a scale of ten in that bikini!

  Her curves were every bit as dangerous as I’d ever imagined. The way her body bounced in just the right way as she made her way down the stairs made my mouth water. I tried to think of the last time I’d been this transfixed by seeing a woman in a skimpy bathing suit, and the only thing I could think of was the first time I had the pleasure of seeing Jennifer in a bikini.

  Part of the pleasure of that moment had been the knowledge, subconscious at the time because I didn’t know myself well enough to know all the intricacies of my fantasy life, that other men were going look at my wife in that bikini and desperately wanted to fuck her. It had taken a few years for me to realize exactly why I got so turned on watching my wife in skimpy clothes, above and beyond the normal reason any guy would want to see a woman wearing practically nothing, but discovering that had been a revelation in our relationship.

  And watching Alyssa coming down in her suit was bringing me back to that moment. I wondered if Owen was having a revelation similar to what I’d enjoyed all those years ago, or if he was still in denial about watching his wife getting naughty.

  I desperately hoped I’d find the answer to that question by the end of the night!

  The girls walked past me and towards the kitchen. Oops. With a little luck Ryan and Jennifer wouldn’t be up to anything too naughty in there. That would be just like them to realize I wasn’t watching anymore and decide to have some more fun where I couldn’t see. At least that would be like Ryan. Jennifer would be nice enough to let me enjoy the show no matter what. I still wasn’t sure how much Emma would appreciate that show if she happened to walk in on it though.

  I put an arm out to stop Owen. Partly because I was enjoying the view of his wife’s ass moving in that bikini and wondering what it would feel like to have her bent over in front of me looking down at my cock sliding in and out of what I could only imagine was a deliciously tight pussy considering she’d only been with Owen as far as I know. Mostly I wanted to stop him to have a little bit of fun.

  “Have fun going to the bathroom up there?” I asked in a whisper low enough that I hoped the girls wouldn’t hear.

  Owne shrugged like he was trying to play it cool. “I just went to the bathroom.”

  “Sure you just went to the bathroom,” I said. I winked at him to make sure he knew I wasn’t buying his bullshit. Owen sort of half shrugged and then went to follow the girls. Something I should probably be doing too. That wasn’t the sort of view you wanted to let out of sight! I couldn’t wait until later in the evening when we all got ready to have some fun out at the pool. Seeing all the ladies wearing practically nothing all together like that was going to be quite the experience. I knew Jennifer was packing one hell of a sexy skimpy number and I couldn’t wait to see what Emma had considering the suit Alyssa was in was just one of her castoffs.

  Everyone else went straight out to the back where I figured Ryan would already be working the grill, but the grill was right outside their patio door and he was nowhere to be seen. I turned back around and saw him standing there with Jennifer next to him. Both of them looked flustered and when he realized I was looking at him with a little bit of suspicion he quickly picked up a platter of raw steaks and moved past me, never quite meeting my eyes.

  Now that made me wonder what had been going on in here while I was off chasing after Owen and company.

  Jennifer also moved to follow, but before she could brush past me I wrapped my arms around her. She let out a surprised squeak as I pulled her back into the hallway. I glanced around and decided that the laundry room down at the end of the dark hall would be as good a place as any. I pulled her down there and the moment we were inside I pressed her against their washer and pressed my lips against hers. Pressed my cock against her pussy.

  It seemed that my lovely wife was more than turned on. She let out an appreciative moan and wrapped her arms around my neck. She responded to my cock by pressing against it and I allowed myself to be distracted by the feel of my wife pressing against me. By her taste invading my mouth. By the smell of her perfume. By the knowledge that just moments ago it had been another man grinding up against her a
nd enjoying her body.

  Finally I pulled away to come up for air. Fuck was that intense! Seeing Alyssa in that dress coupled with watching my wife grinding against Ryan had been enough to inspire me to new levels of arousal!

  “What was that for?” she asked.

  “I saw what you were doing in there with Ryan, you naughty little minx,” I said.

  “Oh yeah? What if I said I saw the way you were staring at Alyssa’s ass, you dirty old man?”

  “Hey, it’s not like she’s that much younger than us!”

  “I can still call you a dirty old man,” Jennifer replied.

  “What does that make you? A cheating slut? What else were you and Ryan up to in there while I was off chasing after Owen and his wife?”

  Jennifer grinned. “Just remember I’m your cheating slut, and you love it! Wouldn’t you like to know what I was up to?”

  I thrust my cock against her and her mouth opened in a quiet gasp. “I’d very much like to know!”

  8: Jennifer

  My ass slammed against the washing machine as Ethan pressed against me. God his cock was setting me on fire. His cock pressing against me was enough to drive me crazy any day of the week, but considering how turned on I already was from playing around with Ryan.

  “How much do you want to know what I did with Ryan?” I asked.

  Ethan didn’t respond in so many words. Instead he pressed against me again. Damn. He hadn’t been like this since we were in college and we were exploring each other for the first time! If this is what this fantasy brought out in my husband then I had another reason to enjoy it above and beyond the opportunity to have a little fun playing with another man without consequences!

  “I got naughty after you left the living room,” I said. “I think Ryan was a little hesitant to do anything with you sitting right there watching us.”

  Ethan’s hands were all over me. They moved up to my tits and squeezed. I closed my eyes and sighed, thinking back to Ryan’s hands running up my stomach and giving a similar squeeze once he realized we were all alone. I didn’t know what pulled Ethan away from the room where he could see everything happening between me and Ryan, but I was glad it pulled him away considering how hot and heavy things got after!