Ten Year Reunion: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  Besides, what they were doing out there on that dance floor right now was more than enough to get me going. It was more than enough to have my cock throbbing. Throbbing to the point that I worried I was in very real danger of blowing my load.

  “Oh my,” Tiffany said. “Are you actually enjoying the show? Interesting.”

  I turned and grinned sheepishly at her. What could I say? I suppose the way I was reacting to watching my wife practically dry humping her ex-boyfriend out on their old high school gym floor was giveaway enough. Most men who saw their wife doing that would probably be out on the dance floor in an instant with fists flying to protect her honor, but I was just leaning back in my chair and enjoying the show.

  I guess it was pretty obvious to anyone who knew what they were looking for.

  And what a show it was. Their faces were almost together. It looked as though they were on the verge of coming together for a kiss. He was staring into her eyes, a smoldering look that was filled with ten years of waiting, ten years of fantasizing, ten years of frustration. It was exactly the kind of look I’d fantasized about seeing ever since Abby first mentioned her reunion.

  And Abby. Damn. Back when she was trying on her dress I mentioned that it was the quintessential “fuck me” dress, and now she was rubbing that “fuck me” dress against him while staring up at him with what could only be described as “fuck me” eyes. Her mouth was open as their lips almost brushed but never quite came together. She was visibly panting, her chest heaving and pressing into his. I wasn’t close enough to see, and the black dress would have obscured it anyways, but I had no doubt that if I was close enough I’d see her nipples straining out through the thin material of that dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra tonight so they would’ve been obvious. I was sure he’d already discovered that fact feeling her tits pressing against him.

  They were grinding together so intensely that I almost would’ve thought they were fucking out on the middle of the gym floor, except I knew that was impossible. I knew his pants and her dress were safely between them. Only he wasn’t moving to the beat anymore. Neither of them were. Her breath was coming in more and more ragged gasps, made obvious by the way her chest was heaving whenever she pulled away from him for a moment.

  I leaned forward and stared intently as his movements became more erratic. As his thrusting went from a dance to simply pressing against my wife. He was breathing heavily, his arms were wrapped tightly around her, and she held his shoulders in a white knuckled grip as they stared at one another. Whatever the hell was happening, it was obvious that it was intense. It was obvious that this dance was the culmination of ten years of frustration on both their parts, and I couldn’t be more turned on watching it happen. I couldn’t be more aroused watching my wife grinding against this man.

  Something seemed to change between them. That white knuckled grip got even more intense, she buried her face in his chest and he was leaning down pressing his own face against her hair. They went from those erratic almost spasmodic movements on the dance floor to not moving at all. They held one another tightly, not moving to the beat, not noticing anyone moving around them.

  Thankfully I seemed to be the only one who noticed what was really going on. Maybe everybody who saw them figured they were being overcome with emotion at been together for the first time in so many years, but I knew something else was happening. I had a strong suspicion that a lot more than overwhelming emotion was passing between them. I had a feeling that my wife was coming against him. And if I didn’t miss my mark I had a pretty good suspicion he might be doing the same thing.

  I desperately wanted to reach down and pull my cock out, to start stroking it, but I couldn’t. And maybe it was that denial that made this moment all the more hot. I was surrounded by so many people, and if I started jerking off under the table that would be a little too obvious. It would definitely be a hell of a lot more obvious than the little show they’d just put on.

  “Looks like they’re having some fun,” Tiffany said. “Is that the kind of fun you imagined her having when you came to this reunion?”

  I jumped. Her voice was almost in my ear. It was a soft whisper. Though I was glad she was leaning so close to me where nobody else could hear. Of course as worked up as I was feeling a woman’s breathy voice in my ear was almost enough to make me blow my load. I turned and raised an eyebrow at her, but she was leaning back and smiling. The confirmation of what I’d just seen, knowing that someone else had been watching and come to the same conclusion, turned me on even more. Abby and David only had an audience of two, but having more of an audience than just me somehow made it even hotter.

  “To be honest I don’t know how I feel,” I said.

  And that was the truth. I’d just watched my wife grinding against her old boyfriend on the dance floor. I’d just watched them share a surprisingly intimate moment. Fire raged within me as I thought back to that moment. A burning arousal the likes of which I hadn’t felt in years was coursing through my body. My pulse had picked up. My breath was coming in shallow ragged gasps. My stomach was still twisting into knots, and down below my cock was throbbing in time with the blood that was pumping through my heart as though I’d just run a hundred meter dash or something. I was as worried as I was aroused, but it was obvious that arousal was winning the day.

  It all happened in the space of one a cheesy all but forgotten boy band song. A song that had been omnipresent when I was in school. A song I hadn’t been able to escape at dances or on the radio in my car. Only when listening to it all those years ago and dismissing it with the sort of derision that all teenage guys used to dismiss every boy band that ever existed throughout history I had no idea that someday in the future, just a decade ahead, it would be the soundtrack to one of the most intense sexual experiences of my wife. Of my life. Honest slip-up there.

  It’s funny how life works out sometimes.

  The song faded out and launched into another one. This time it was some grunge hit that had managed to linger on the radio despite that style of music going out of style a good decade before we got to high school. It was definitely a change from the pop boy band song, and it seemed to break whatever spell Abby and David were under. They pulled away from one another suddenly looking embarrassed. Abby glanced over to our table and I saw a blush rise to her cheeks.

  Or was that a flush of sexual arousal? I didn’t know. I had no way of knowing. I desperately needed to know.

  David also had a flush rising to his face. At first I thought it might be arousal on his part as well, but I quickly realized that no, he was definitely looking embarrassed. He glanced down at his pants and Abby followed his gaze.

  I licked my lips. Now this was interesting. This was very interesting indeed. There was only one reason I could think of why both of them would be staring down at his pants like that. Why he’d be embarrassed about something going on down there. He was either hard or something else.

  I desperately hoped it was something else, but at the same time I didn’t dare to hope.

  David looked around at the crowd, though nobody was looking at them. Nobody except for me and perhaps Tiffany. Then he made a beeline for one of the doors on the opposite end of the gym. Abby turned and took a much more leisurely stroll back to the table where she sat down and grinned at me. She leaned past me and smiled even wider. I turned to see Tiffany looking at her.

  “Slut!” Tiffany said.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about Tiffany,” Abby said.

  Only even as she said that she grabbed my hand under the table and moved it to her thigh. Moved it up, up. At first I thought she might be wanting me to do something very interesting with my fingers under the tablecloth, but instead of moving my fingers up under her dress she moved them over her dress. I arched an eyebrow as I looked at her. What was her game?

  The game became painfully obvious when my fingers made contact with something wet on the front of her dress. Something slightly sticky and wet. I looked at her,
my eyes going wide, and my eyebrows shooting up so quickly that it was a wonder they didn’t achieve orbit.

  Abby smiled and nodded in answer to the unspoken question plastered across my face. My cock throbbed. So I’d been right. I’d been absolutely right about exactly what was going on out on the dance floor. Abby had been grinding against him and he’d blown a load against her. I could hardly believe it, and yet there was the sticky evidence right at the tip of my fingers.

  My cock throbbed. I couldn’t help it. I very nearly came in my pants as I felt that delicious confirmation that he’d come while grinding against my wife. Come with such ferocity, and in such great quantity, that it soaked through his underwear, soaked through his pants, and got on her dress. I was lightheaded. I saw stars dancing in front of me.

  Thankfully David showed up at the table distracting me momentarily. That distraction was all it took to bring me out of the fantasy world and into the real world. I noticed he wasn’t looking at me directly. No, instead he was concentrating on the dance floor. I wondered if he was embarrassed about what happened, worried about how I might react after seeing them dancing together like that, or just looking out there and reliving some very recent memories.

  As I saw him standing there looking sheepish I realized this was the perfect opportunity to keep up the charade and have a little fun at his expense.

  “Looks like you two had some fun out there on the dance floor,” I said.

  David jumped at my words and a guilty look passed across his face as he looked over at me. It was all I could do to keep myself from giggling maniacally as I saw that look on his face. He looked like a guy who was worried he was about to get shot by a jealous husband. Who knows? Maybe that was the kind of thing that happened all the time out here in the middle of Redneckistan. I had no idea having grown up in the city.

  “It was a pretty good time,” Abby said. “Reminded me of old times, but isn’t that what reunions are for honey?”

  “Yeah, a pretty good time,” David muttered.

  I’d hoped that wouldn’t be the end of the fun, but after that a bunch of things started happening at once. People started going out to the DJ’s booth and talking about the memories from when they’d all gone to school together. They had at the usual memorial for people who’d passed since they graduated. They started handing out funny prizes and stuff.

  No more dancing. No more fun. Just people socializing. And I noticed that through it all David spent most of his time firmly planted with his crotch under the table where nobody would be able to see it. Maybe he hadn’t gotten as cleaned up as I thought.

  Whatever it was, aside from a little bit of playful flirting back and forth it seemed like the fun was over for the evening. I figured the fun would be over for the entire weekend, but then towards the end of the night the class president picked up the microphone.

  “So our reservation at the school only goes until about 10 o’clock tonight,” he said.

  There was a wave of jeers and boos as he said that. It seemed that nobody was particularly happy that the night’s festivities were going to be ending so early. Not that I could blame them. I’d gotten used to parties not even really starting until 10 o’clock, and they were shutting this one down already?

  The class president, I think his name was John or James or something like that, I hadn’t really been paying attention when he introduced himself, held out a hand and quieted the crowd. “I figured all of you would react like that, so I was wondering what y’all would think about going to a bonfire out at Woody Acres?”

  Immediately the jeers turned to shouts and whoops of delight. I glanced around the room and was astonished at how everybody seemed to know what this place was, and everybody seemed really fucking happy that the party was going out there. I had no idea what he was talking about, but from the way Abby was looking at me with a hopeful expression I had a good feeling that I was going to find out what Woody’s Acres was before the end of the night.

  More importantly David was smiling as he eyed my wife. Apparently he didn’t think the evening was over either.

  Interesting.

  9: Ground Rules

  “So what the hell is Woody Acres?” I asked as soon as we were back in the Lexus.

  Abby giggled. “It’s kind of a play on words. Not a very clever one, but I always thought it was kind of stupid funny.”

  “Okay, so what’s the play on words?”

  I started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Surprisingly enough everybody was letting everybody else out in an orderly fashion without any sort of direction. The sort of way people might behave if they were going off of behavior that had been ingrained in them from a very young age.

  “Well the guy whose parents own the place is named Woody Davis. I think his parents were big fans of Cheers or something back in the day. He always had bonfires out in the backwoods on his parents’ farm, and I guess because it’s a wooded area that helped with the name. And then there was the other reason…”

  I turned and arched an eyebrow. From the way she suddenly trailed off it sounded like the other reason was definitely the most intriguing of all the reasons why the place had this particular name.

  “The other reason?” I prodded.

  Abby sighed and I looked over just in time to catch her rolling her eyes. “The other reason is because those backwoods were sort of notorious back when we were in school. They probably still are. I don’t imagine he stopped throwing parties just because we graduated. That was the place people used to go to hook up back in the day. You know, making out, other stuff.”

  “Very interesting,” I said. “So did you ever get lucky out in Woody’s Acres?”

  Abby let out a disgusted sound and once more I turned just in time to catch her rolling her eyes, but I noticed she wasn’t denying it. No, she was looking at me with that thin smile on her face. That thin smile that told me she wasn’t telling me something.

  “I never got lucky in Woody’s Acres, no,” she said. “You know you were my first.”

  “Just checking,” I said. “Besides, just because you didn’t get lucky doesn’t mean other things didn’t happen there, right?”

  “And why are you suddenly so interested in my past sex life?”

  “Let’s just say it’s becoming something an obsession for me,” I said.

  For the third time that day I felt her hand moving out and running up my thigh. Moving so that it was over my cock. Her fingers moved up and down my shaft and I took in a deep breath. I wondered if I should maybe try to take a longer way back to her parents’ house where we were staying for the weekend. Where they were thankfully out of town for the weekend. A summer vacation at a timeshare down in Florida or something like that. It seemed like they spent more and more time in Florida every year, and I was sure it was only a matter of time before they spent the entire winter down there.

  Why they were down there in the middle of summer was beyond me, but I wasn’t going to knock it if it meant free room and board for the weekend without them interfering.

  “Let’s just say things might have happened there,” Abby said.

  “Oh? What sort of things?”

  “Probably everything that’s running through your imagination right now and then some, but not everything that was running through David’s imagination back when he was with me.”

  I marveled at how she could be so cryptic and still manage to turn me on so much. I was almost disappointed when we pulled into the driveway and I put the car in park. I turned to look at her and she held my gaze. We stared at each other.

  “Have you ever thought of getting laid out at Woody’s Acres?”

  The name sounded ridiculous, but already it was taking on an almost talismanic importance in my erotic imagination. If anything major happened between them that was the place where it would’ve happened back in the day. If anything was going to happen between them this weekend then that was as likely a place as any.

  Abby shrugged. “I might ha
ve thought about it here and there over the years.”

  That admission that she’d thought about fucking him, thought about how far they’d gone, over the years was almost enough to make me blow my load. That coupled with her hand running up and down my cock was enough to get it to start twitching, but she pulled her hand away at the last moment and wagged her finger at me. She seemed to be doing that quite a bit lately, though at least she didn’t have to reach down and put her finger over the base of my cock to keep me from blowing my load. Almost, but I wasn’t quite there.

  “Ever give any thought to getting laid out there tonight?”

  Abby’s face turned serious. The smile disappeared from her face. She stared at me, her eyes moving back and forth in the reflected light from her parents’ garage as we sat there in the car. I had a feeling this was another one of those moments. Like when I’d given her permission to go dancing with him, only it was so much more important than that. The question was out there. I’d put it on the table. All my cards were out and it was up to her whether she wanted to play the game or call my bluff.

  Or something like that. Honestly my mind was too scrambled to make a good metaphor or simile.

  “Are you serious?” she asked

  “What if I was?”

  Her hand reached out and took my own. She squeezed it. “No bullshit Brandon. You have to be serious here. Are you saying you want me to fuck another man?”

  I squirmed in my spot in the driver’s seat. Now that I was called out I wasn’t entirely sure. Is that what I wanted in my imagination? It was all I could think about! Only now that my wife was looking at me and asking for confirmation of that fantasy I wasn’t so sure. This was crossing one hell of a line. Another man would have his cock buried inside her. No matter how hot that got me, that was definitely taking our relationship to a new place. A strange, scary, and admittedly hot place.

  “I don’t know about fucking him,” I said. “Maybe some heavy petting or whatever.”