Her New Boss: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  And she was all mine.

  My cock was painfully hard. There was a monster raging inside me and I had to have her.

  I didn’t say anything. I just lunged across the couch at her. She squealed and started smacking at my back as I moved on top of her and pushed her back, but then with a quiet sigh she closed her eyes and I pressed my lips against hers.

  My wife’s body was well explored and oh so familiar territory, and yet I loved it so much every time I got a chance to run my hands over her slim stomach, to caress her incredible tits. I loved kissing her, the taste of her.

  And it was so fucking hot thinking about another guy, though admittedly I was thinking of some fictional stud at this point and not the crypt keeper who was retiring tomorrow, being the one who was running his hands all over her. Another guy on top of her feeling her tits for the first time, not believing his luck as the hottie from the office he stared at all the time was letting him a cop a feel.

  I pressed my cock in between her legs, against her panty clad pussy that felt like it was thoroughly soaked. I pulled away from our kiss and she looked up at me and bit her lip. She was breathing heavily. That smile still on her face.

  “What came over you?” she asked in a breathless gasp.

  What came over me? Well, honey, it’s like this. I’m turned on by the idea of you fucking other guys. Turned on by the idea of other guys checking you out and wanting to fuck you. I didn’t say it of course, but it ran through my mind. I felt lightheaded, giddy as I thought about just opening my mouth and the saying those words. My cock roared down below as that thought ran through my head and I thought about the repercussions of just coming out with my fantasy.

  But I didn’t say anything. No, I was still terrified of how she would react. So instead I let out another growl and descended on her. Our mouths came together and our tongues danced their familiar dance. And as her tongue darted into my mouth, as I enjoyed the taste of her, I imagined that I was one of the guys who was always walking past her cubicle door. That she’d climbed on top of me and was grinding her pussy against me in her cubicle, kissing me as I couldn’t believe my luck.

  I had to stop. Had to take a pause. I felt like I was going to blow my load in my pants just from thinking these forbidden thoughts.

  I pulled away from the kiss and she raised an eyebrow again.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong,” I said. “I just don’t want to blow my load in my pants.”

  She giggled and tossed her head back and forth sending her hair flying. “My, aren’t we eager tonight!”

  “You have no idea!”

  “Well let’s get to the bedroom and get this started.”

  I wasn’t going to argue with her. I picked her up and she squealed in delight. Her legs wrapped around me and then her pussy was grinding against me again. God I loved the feeling of my wife’s pussy grinding against me, especially when she was wearing one of her sexy work outfits. Only it was causing a little bit of a problem for me right now. I reached down to her ass, cupped one cheek in each hand, and pulled her up.

  “Baby, I was serious when I said I was about to blow my load in my pants. You’re just making it worse,” I said.

  She looked down at me with a look of mock severity on her face. “You’re right. I’m so sorry.”

  Only her tone of voice said she was anything but sorry. The mischievous grin on her face told me that was exactly what she was going for. She was teasing me, trying to see how far she could push me.

  So I did the next best thing to walking with her legs wrapped around me which gave her the opportunity to tease me like that and maybe make me blow my load before I had a chance to get her up to the bedroom. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. She giggled and drummed her fists against my back, but didn’t resist otherwise.

  I smacked her ass a couple of times as I made my way up the stairs. God I loved smacking my wife’s ass. It was so tight. And her skirt was riding up just enough that I could get a look at the pink panties she wore underneath. That naturally got me to thinking about her showing off those panties earlier in the day, even if she wasn’t exactly intending to show them off. That made my cock started twitching and I had to quickly think about anything but my wife’s panties and the men at her work who were getting a glimpse of them as they walked by her cubicle door.

  Shit! I almost came in my pants without any contact!

  I kicked open the door to our bedroom and tossed Kristi down on the bed. She landed with a thump and her hair splayed everywhere. Her tits bounced under her dress. She smiled up at me and crooked a finger beckoning me over. I jumped on top of her, my cock pressing against her pussy again.

  Her body felt so amazing under me. Her tits looked so incredible heaving in her low cut blouse. One strap had come down while we were making our way up the stairs and I knew all I’d have to do was pull down just a little bit and her tits would be exposed. Well, at least her bra covered tits would be exposed. The blouse was so tight that she was in constant danger of popping out.

  I’m sure that’s exactly what her boss was thinking when he was staring at her earlier, staring at her tits and willing a strap on her dress to snap giving him a full view of my wife’s treasures.

  I shook my head. Why did that keep coming to my mind? I needed to snap out of it. I needed to snap out of this crazy kink that was driving me insane with equal parts fear and lust.

  I leaned down and pressed my lips against Kristi’s and we started making out on the bed. There was a hunger, an intensity there that was unlike any lovemaking since we first started exploring each other. I was surprised by the intensity of the feelings running through me as I pressed my cock against my wife’s pussy.

  I didn’t even bother to take her dress off. I was too hot. To be perfectly honest, I was imagining what it would be like if she was having a tryst in her cubicle. They wouldn’t bother to take the dress off. Oh no. They’d just hike it up and shove their cock inside my wife, feel the pleasures her pussy had to offer without getting her completely naked. A surreptitious fuck in a cube was one thing, at least in the crazy fantasy world I was creating, but getting completely naked at work risked getting caught. Drawing too much unwanted attention.

  So I reached down and pulled up on her skirt. Ran my hand up her thigh and then along her panty clad ass. Her skin was on fire everywhere my hand made contact, and I loved it.

  I wasn’t even going to bother taking my clothes off. I reached down and unbuckled my belt, quickly undid my pants and then I pulled my cock out from my boxers. While I was doing it I was imagining my wife on her desk at work. Imagining one of her coworkers doing the same thing. Not bothering to take his pants off, because he didn’t need to for what he wanted. I thought of her sitting on that desk, looking up at her coworker with a grin on her face. Being such a naughty little slut.

  I fished my cock out and pressed against her panty clad pussy. I didn’t even bother taking her panties off. I just move them to the side giving me access to her hot wet pussy.

  Kristi gasped and moaned the entire time, and the noises she made were like an indescribable symphony to me. She was so turned on. More turned on than I’d felt her in a while. Not that sex was bad, not by a long shot, it’s just that you tended to get into a routine when you’re married and we were definitely breaking that routine now. Only my sweet innocent wife had no idea exactly what was inspiring me to break this routine in such a naughty and forceful way.

  That just got me to thinking once more about how wrong my fantasy was. About how Kristi might take it. I couldn’t see her taking it well.

  Kristi grinned up at me as I pushed my cockhead against her pussy. She moved her arms out and arched her tits up towards me, still encased in that sexy button up blouse and her bra that pressed her tits up so invitingly.

  “We’re certainly turned on tonight, aren’t we?”

  “You have no idea,” I said.

  I rammed my cock inside her. I wante
d to scream in pleasure. It was so amazing every time I shoved my cock into my wife. She always felt so tight, wet, warm, and inviting. I had to concentrate on breathing, concentrate on not blowing my load. I hadn’t had to worry about being premature in a while, but there was something about tonight that was making that a very real risk for the first time in years.

  “God yeah,” Kristi said. “Fuck me!”

  I knew she was saying that to her husband as she looked up at me, but in my mind she was looking up at some guy from the office and saying the same thing as his cock slid inside her for the first time. As he fell the delicious forbidden treasure that was my wife’s pussy. As he looked down at her, not quite believing that he was getting to fuck the hot bitch of the office.

  I pulled out and started pounding her. I couldn’t help myself. I was so fucking turned on. I was going on pure animal instinct. I had to have my wife, had to fuck her, and I had to fuck her as hard as possible as quickly as possible.

  As I pounded inside her, imagining that it was another man on top of her in her work skirt pounding her pussy, I felt intense heat running up and down my body. The strap that had come loose moved down and one of her tits did finally pop out. I reached down and ripped her bra down with a growl, which caused her tit to pop out and her eyes to open wide as she opened her mouth and gasped.

  “Fuck! What’s come over you honey?” she asked.

  I looked down at her. At my beautiful wife. So innocent and gorgeous. And all I could think about was her getting fucked by another man. All I could think about was her asking me what had come over me.

  Obviously she wasn’t buying my line that it was nothing, because it was also plainly obvious there was something going on.

  I opened my mouth and the words came out before I could think about them. It’s probably best that it happened that way. This wasn’t the kind of thing that I could really stop to analyze without worrying and chickening out.

  “I’m afraid to tell you,” I said.

  Kristi threw her neck back, arched her tits up towards me, and let out a gasp. Her body looked so incredible underneath me. She looked back up to me and smiled.

  “You can tell me anything honey,” she said.

  “I don’t know about this,” I said.

  “You can tell me anything,” she said.

  My strokes slowed almost to a standstill. I was pressing in and out of her pussy with long slow strokes, trying to keep myself under control and hold off the inevitable orgasm that I felt building inside me.

  “Well you know how you talk about guys checking you out at work?” I said.

  She nodded and smiled. “Yeah, the perverted assholes!”

  My mouth felt dry and I had to lick my lips. Had to force myself to say what came next. I barely got it out above a whisper.

  “That turns me on,” I said.

  Her face scrunched up and she stopped thrusting her hips up to meet me. For a brief terrified moment I worried I’d gone too far. That admitting my fantasy to her was too much. That she was going to insist I get off of her and never fuck me again. Visions of divorce danced in my head. The fantasy was just too weird.

  Kristi lowered her eyebrows and looked up at me. “It turns you on?”

  I pulled out and moved inside her. She wasn’t running screaming, and I figured that was at least sort of positive.

  “You have no fucking idea,” I said. “Thinking about those guys watching you. Thinking about them getting turned on looking at your hot little body. Looking at my wife’s hot little body.”

  “That doesn’t make you jealous?”

  “Got it makes me jealous! But it also turns me on so much!”

  I stopped moving in and out of her entirely. She looked up at me and I stared down at her. Her eyes moved back and forth, searching my own.

  “Are you serious?” This isn’t a joke?”

  “Promise,” I said.

  She grinned. “Well that makes a hell of a lot of sense.”

  I blinked. I wasn’t expecting that. “It does?”

  “You don’t think I didn’t notice how you were so eager to get me into bed whenever I mentioned a guy hitting on me at work?”

  “You noticed that?

  Kristi bit her lip and nodded. “Does it just turn you on thinking about them looking at me? Or more?”

  I couldn’t believe it. This was going far better than I could’ve imagined. She wasn’t leaving me. She was asking me more questions! Talk about unexpected. I pulled out and slid inside her pussy again.

  “No, that’s not all I think about,” I said.

  “What else do you think about?”

  “I imagine you fucking other guys. I like to think about you being a dirty little slut,” I said.

  Kristi closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and let out a moan. “Oh God! You like thinking about your wife being a slut?”

  “You have no idea,” I replied.

  I was really starting to pick up the pace again. Her tits were bouncing, one still encased in her dress while the other bounced free where I’d pulled it out. My cock felt like it was going in and out of her at a hundred miles an hour. Hearing her talk dirty like that was making my earlier arousal seem like nothing in comparison. Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!

  “You don’t think that’s weird?”

  She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her breath came in ragged gasps, but she managed to get the next sentence out. “Sure it’s a little weird, but who isn’t a little weird?”

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I groaned. I didn’t know how I was managing to hold off, but somehow I did. Now that I had her getting into this, now that she was moaning and talking dirty to me like this, I didn’t want this to end.

  “You’re sure you’re not mad?” I asked.

  “I’m not mad, but I don’t think it’s something I could ever do for real,” she said.

  “What about fantasizing about it?”

  Kristi grinned and locked eyes with me. “Maybe. If I tell you something do you promise not to get mad?”

  I felt my stomach clench right along with my balls. There was something about the way she said that, something about the way she was looking up at me like a she’d been naughty, that made me wonder what I was about to hear.

  “I promise not to get mad,” I said.

  “You know Craig at work?”

  I had to stop for a moment to put a face to the name. She’d never mentioned a Craig before and I couldn’t remember ever seeing him at a party. Then it dawned on me what she was doing. Right. Fantasy. So I formed an image of “Craig” in my head. He was a younger guy, okay looking, and he always seemed to hang around Kristi at company parties. It always turned me on to watch, even though I always acted pissed off about it later.

  “What about him?”

  And through it all I continued moving in and out of my wife’s gorgeous body. Continued fucking her to within an inch of her life. She threw her head back and moaned.

  “He stopped my cubicle today while I was sitting there in my skirt with my legs up on my desk,” she said.

  “Yeah?”

  I kept pumping, and I felt like I was on fire. I felt like I was going to be sick from the mixture of jealousy, anticipation, and arousal that was focusing down on my stomach before moving down to my cock.

  “Well I caught him looking down my top, and it made me mad at first,” she said. “But then I realized it was also kind of sexy having him watch me like that.”

  “You have no idea,” I said. “What did you do?”

  She bit her lip and shook her head as though she was afraid to tell me. I nodded and slowed my fucking. Her face turned to a pout, but then she opened her mouth and I started fucking again.

  “I might have been a little bad,” she said. “I might have “adjusted” my blouse. I might have accidentally pulled my bra out and given him a quick flash of my tits while he was leaning over me.”

  Holy shit. I let out a groan and the buried myself inside her pu
ssy one last time. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening, and then I felt her own pussy start to clamp down around my cock, felt her body start to shudder underneath me.

  “So he saw your tits? You showed him your tits?”

  She sighed. “Yeah, I was so bad.”

  And then I was unloading myself inside her. I couldn’t believe it. I’d imagined her fucking other guys so many times, and yet somehow listening to my hot wife tell me she flashed her tits to some guy at her office, even if it was just a fantasy she made up on the spot, was so much hotter than any scenario I’d imagined.

  “How did he react?”

  “His eyes opened wide, and then he leaned forward. He moved his hand out like he was going to try and cop a feel, but I leaned back before he could do anything. I played dumb like I didn’t know what I’d just done.”

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I screamed. I felt so fucking turned on. This was the most intense orgasm of my life. My entire body was on fire as my wife’s body shuddered underneath me, as I imagined some guy reaching for her tits after catching a glimpse. I felt like I was pouring my very essence into her body as I blew load after load. I felt more cum shooting out into her pussy than I’d ever shot out before. God I was so turned on.

  And Kristi was gasping and moaning underneath me. She threw her hips up one last time, her pussy pressed against my body, and her mouth open as she let out quiet and soft gasps that were like music to my ears.

  Even after I stopped coming I still felt so turned on. Still felt that incredible heat working its way through my body. I didn’t want to pull out. My cock was still rock hard.

  Finally I rolled off to the side and turned to look at her. She was so fucking sexy, with her hair in a mess and one strap down exposing one tit to me.

  “Holy shit,” I said.

  Kristi smiled at me, an uncertain smile. “Holy shit is right.”