by Lexi Archer.
Dani’s Secret
A Hotwife Awakening
Lexi Archer
Copyright 2014 Lexi Archer
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.
First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, September 2014
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Table of Contents
1: Trust Issues
2: Snooping
3: Caught
4: New Obsession
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1: Trust Issues
I trust my wife.
The thought ran through my mind over and over like some sort of cut-rate catechism that would ward off evil. Only that nervous little tickle in the back of my mind wouldn't go away no matter how many times I repeated that magical little phrase.
Maybe the magic had gone out. It wouldn't be the first time that happened in this bedroom.
Down the hall I heard the metallic zing of the shower curtain being pulled aside and the shower turning on. Danielle, my beautiful little Dani with that perfect little body that still drove me wild after a couple years of marriage, was standing in front of the mirror pulling off her blouse revealing the bright pink bra she put on this morning, unsnapping that bra letting her perfect breasts spill out, letting everything fall to the floor and exposing that amazing body to...
The bathroom mirror.
Dani didn't even undress in the bedroom anymore. I didn't even get that much.
A familiar buzz pulled my attention away from the bathroom shower and back to the bedroom. More particularly to the lit up little plastic brick sitting there on Dani's nightstand happily announcing to anyone who cared that she had a new message. She always had her nose buried in that damned thing and she never let it out of her sight these days. It was a small miracle the thing was sitting there at all and not buried in a pile of her clothes on the bathroom counter while she showered.
I half expected to hear the shower curtain open and see her run, soaking wet, into the bedroom when she realized she'd let the precious out of her sight for more than thirty seconds.
I trust my wife.
I didn't trust my wife.
The brick buzzed again. The temptation was too much. The signs were too many. With a quick glance down the hall I set my laptop aside and leaned across the bed. My chest tightened and a mixture of anticipation and fear worked its way through my stomach as my hand wrapped around that damned phone, afraid of what I might find, terrified of getting caught, yet oddly intrigued by what my lovely wife might have been up to recently that warranted all this extra security with her beloved phone.
I looked at the message: "U there?"
Interesting. I didn't recognize the number but the name was unfortunately familiar. Nick. Also known as Nick from work. Sometimes traveled under the aliases "Nick flirts like that with all the girls," "well the girls say he's hot but I just don't see it," and my personal favorite “Nick is harmless honey."
Harmless. Yeah right.
I jabbed at the screen and Dani's text history with this jackass popped up. Except... That's interesting.
No texts.
There was Nick's name and number at the top of the screen as well as the one text asking my wife is she around, but nothing else. No messages. Nothing.
The churn of emotions roiling around my stomach turned sour. Obviously she was talking to this "harmless" guy. And obviously she didn't want whatever they were talking about to be discovered since she was going to the trouble of deleting whatever it was they were texting about.
On a hunch I flipped over to her photo gallery. I swiped and the images glided by on screen. Pictures of her with friends out at some club. That was probably older. She'd been working late too much lately to go out to the clubs. Or at least she claimed she was working late. A few pictures taken at her desk. Selfies, selfies, and more selfies. Including some in her cube at work at an angle looking straight down on her in some low cut top I don't ever remember seeing her wearing when she left in the morning, looking up at the camera in a way she hadn't looked at me in a couple of months.
What the hell?
I stopped at some shots taken in a mirror I didn't recognize. It sure wasn't any mirror at the house. My chest tightened even more as I thumbed the picture open.
And let out a sigh of relief. She was in a changing room. I flipped from picture to picture. Dani in a long black dress. Dani pulling a strap on that dress down her shoulder. Dani striking a pose with the dress half off exposing a black lace bra she usually only wore when she was in the mood and trying to get my attention. Whose attention was she trying to get with these pictures that certainly never found their way into my inbox?
Swipe. The dress bunched up at her feet as she stood there in that bra and a matching thong. Despite where this was going I felt a familiar stirring in my cock. Without thinking I started rubbing up and down the length of my cock with one hand as I moved through her gallery.
Hey, I'm only human and my wife is still insanely hot. Not to mention the confusingly arousing thought of that asshole from her work getting off to my wife's hot little body wearing less and less while she stared into the camera with those "fuck me" eyes was making me harder than I'd been in a long time.
What was wrong with me? Why was I doing this? Who was I kidding? I kept moving through the gallery.
Then they stopped. Damnit! More pictures from some club. I flipped back to the last one of her standing in some store changing room in her lingerie and checked the number on the file name. IMG_795. The next one was IMG_812. Close to twenty images that just weren't there anymore.
Damnit!
What the hell was going on here? I went back and forth between the lingerie and the party scene a couple times, still absentmindedly running a finger along the length of my rigid cock through my boxers as I feasted on her wearing a hell of a lot less than I'd seen her wearing in awhile, as though I could will those pictures back into existence just by trying over and over.
Wait a minute.
Maybe I could will those pictures back into existence.
The sound of the shower curtain opening brought me out of the world of digital betrayal and back into the real world where I'd have to deal with a very pissed off wife any moment now if she stepped out into the hall and saw me holding her phone. Part of me wanted to confront her right then and there and figure out what was going on, but no. No proof, and I'd never get a chance to touch that damned phone again if she caught me sitting in bed with phone in one hand and cock in the other.
I fumbled and nearly dropped the thing in my hurry to get it back on her nightstand. Crap. I put it back but it was still open to those lingerie shots. Dani wasn't stupid. If she picked her phone up and that was the first thing she saw then it would be obvious what I was up to and I was a dead man.
"Honey? What are you doing?" her voice floated out from the bathroom. God she sounded hot. Even hotter than usual, actually, since I knew she was probably standing in there completely naked toweling herself off.
"Just reading babe," I said. Miraculously my voice didn't crack.
Yeah. Reading. Well it wasn't a total lie.
Frantically I closed out the photo gallery and
killed it just to make sure she wouldn't open it up and have her little alleged love notes to that Nick asshole pop up first thing the next time she opened her gallery. I switched back to her texts and practically threw the phone down on the nightstand, flinching at the sound it made as plastic clattered against wood, but it couldn't be helped.
I reached for my laptop before realizing I was supposed to be reading. Damnit. Why did anyone ever bother snooping on their spouse if it was this stressful? Any more of this and I might keel over from a stress-induced heart attack before the anger-induced heart attack got me. I snatched a book from my night stand that had been sitting there gathering dust for months.
As though sensing danger to her precious Dani swooped through the bedroom door a moment later looking absolutely amazing with those long legs and her incredible ass barely covered by a towel at one end and breasts that looked like they were sculpted by the gods barely covered by that same towel at the other end. I couldn't help myself. I stared, transfixed. Even after a year of marriage I still wanted to jump her bones every time I saw her. Long wet hair flowed down over her shoulders sending rivulets of water down her shoulders to parts of her body I'd kill to be able to touch so closely. The towel made a quiet swish-swish as her hips swayed seductively underneath as she padded around the bed to her nightstand.
Now was the moment of truth. I could do this. It was the same game of "ignore the hot girl" I played every time I went to the mall with Dani, only this time the hot girl I was trying not to stare at was Dani.
I concentrated on the book in front of me, but my entire mind was obsessing in equal parts over the peripherally amazing view of Dani's incredible body that had my cock stretching my boxers to the point that they might shred right there and the peripherally terrifying view of Dani leaning down to pick up that goddamned cell phone.
She looked.
And swiped.
Shit. She'll see a new text from that guy but no notification.
"Good book?" Dani asked.
I flipped a page and grunted something noncommittal. Not that I was reading the page, but it'd be pretty damn obvious I wasn't reading if I stayed on the same page the entire time she was in the room.
"I'm surprised you're reading when you've got that stupid laptop right there," she said.
I grunted again because I didn't trust myself to say more. A confusing maelstrom of emotions raged. Blood rushed to my head making me feel lightheaded with rage at the thought of what she might've sent to that asshole even as blood pulsed through my cock as that rage mixed with a confusing thread of arousal at the thought of my perfect little wife acting like such a perfect little slut.
What the hell was wrong with me?
"I'm going to dry my hair," she said.
I did look up at that. I didn't trust myself to keep a straight face looking at her, but I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to watch her walk out of the room wearing that skimpy little towel that revealed just the barest hint of the bottom curve of her exquisitely hard-on inducing ass. Damn. It was only slightly ruined by her having her face buried in the phone thumbing away, probably to the jerk, and barely watching where she was going.
Typical.
The moment she was out of the room the book was down on the nightstand and I was booting up my laptop. So she was surprised I wasn't on my "stupid laptop?" So she thought deleting a few pictures and texts would be enough to throw me off the trail and cover up her little indiscretion, whatever the hell it was? Well I was no idiot, and it was time to spend some time on my "stupid laptop" proving it.
I opened a browser and did a search for file recovery utilities.
2: Snooping
I faced away from Dani in the dark pretending to sleep. The plan depended on staying up well into the night to make sure she was in a deep sleep. Not that I would've been able to go to sleep anyways as pumped as I was with that same mixture of anger, arousal, and now a thread of nervous fear that wormed its way in between the other two.
What if I was imagining things? What if I was just being a paranoid asshole? What if it was nothing and I was one of those crazy jealous husbands you always hear about?
What if I wasn't crazy but she caught me before I found any evidence?
I looked at the clock on my nightstand. Past midnight. Dani usually went to bed pretty early, but I wasn't taking any chances tonight. Slowly, ever so careful not to disturb the bed or the covers too much, I turned over. It was dark, but there was plenty of ambient light from the various electronics in the room, and besides my eyes had long since adjusted.
Dani lay on the bed next to me with her dark hair falling down across that beautiful face. An elfin nose and gorgeous lips that were parted ever so slightly made me want to lean in and kiss her right there. Not that I was going to do it. Y'know, the whole trying not to wake her up thing. One hand was under her pillow and the other was at her side. She'd tossed the covers off at some point in the night and lay there in a skin tight pink spaghetti strap tank top that perfectly molded itself to her gorgeous breasts. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra as I could just make out the swell of her nipples pressing outward as her tits rose and fell with the steady rhythm of deep sleep. The tank top had ridden up as she slept exposing her taut stomach which led down to a pair of shorts that barely covered the gentle swell of her ass.
My cock pulsed as I took in the sight of my beautiful wife. And gave an involuntary twitch as I thought of another man taking in that same sight and maybe more. What was wrong with me?
I looked past her tousled hair to her nightstand. After midnight. If I was going to do it then it had to be now. I felt like my stomach was twisting and doing acrobatics that would make those Cirque du Soleil people we saw on our honeymoon green with envy, but I had to do this.
I had to. I spared one more look for Dani, sitting there looking so innocent and so sexy at the same time.
Dani, if this is all in my imagination then I'm so sorry.
A nagging voice in the back of my mind told me I wouldn't have any reason to be sorry.
Careful not to disturb the sheets too much, painfully aware of every breath Dani took, every tiny shift in movement in the bed, and feeling like the sound of my own frenetic pulse beating wildly in my ears would wake her up at any moment, I gingerly stepped out of bed and made my way around the bed.
There were none of the usual clothes, or anything else for that matter, strewn on the floor this night. I made sure to clean the room and clear it of all potential obstacles I might stumble over in the darkness before going to bed. Dani even remarked about how odd it was that I was cleaning for a change, but whatever. I even wore socks to bed that night figuring that socks on carpet would be quiet enough to not be heard.
Dani took in a deeper breath than usual and I froze. I peered through the darkness at her face looking for any sign that she might be waking up or, terrifying to even ponder, was already awake and wondering where I was. But no. The regular breathing of deep sleep returned after a moment.
I rounded the bed and moved with a level of quiet that would make a cat hang its head in shame for banging around so loudly its entire life. I crept along Dani's side of the bed with the kind of stealth that governments spent billions of dollars of R&D money on achieving. And the entire time I felt like my heart was going to thud out of my chest as my hand finally clasped around Dani's phone. The cold hunk of plastic felt like it was on fire as I pressed it against my stomach to prevent the sudden light from waking Dani. I flipped the phone to silent and crept out of the bedroom.
I was less heedful of making noise now that the objective was in hand, making my way down the hall to the living room where my little bargain basement mobile computer forensics lab was set up.
My legs shook as I plugged her phone in. Tremors ran up my legs and through my body as I pulled up the two utilities I downloaded earlier in the evening, one designed to recover lost photographs on a phone that crapped out and the other designed to "recover lost text messages after a catastr
ophic failure" if you believed the advertising. I figured that particular company's bread and butter was more likely to be people trying to do exactly what I was trying to do, but they couldn't come out and say it.
I started the programs and waited for what seemed like an eternity in silence while they scanned the phone. My ears twitched at every tiny sound that might indicate Dani was stirring in the bedroom. All it would take was Dani waking up and realizing I wasn't in the bedroom with her. If she found me before I had proof then I could kiss any chance of ever seeing her phone again out the window. Hell, she'd probably try and turn it around on me and make me look like the asshole.
Well, to be fair I was acting a little like an asshole, but I figured the ends justified the means in this case.
A car drove by in the street outside and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The computer dinged which nearly caused me to piss myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Trying to be covert and not even bothering to mute the damned computer.
The texts came up first. Text probably loaded faster. That made sense. Some were garbled and they were all arranged by phone number rather than by name but that was cool. I knew Asshole's phone number. A quick Find for that number and presto, I was looking at all those "deleted" texts.
Asshole: u wanna get lunch?
Dani: sure whos goin?
Asshole: i was thinkin u and me
Dani: lol funny
Asshole: im serious!
Dani: do u think my HUSBAND would like me having lunch ALONE with single MALE coworkers?
Asshole: i dunno, does he have something to be worried about?
Dani : ur a pig ;)
Asshole: newayz i figure what hubby doesnt know cant make him mad rite?
Dani: ...maybe
There was some boring back and forth after that. Chit chat about people they worked with. Nothing I was interested in for sure until, jackpot! I had to suppress a shudder. My cock didn't bother suppressing the growing hardness in my boxers.
