by Vivian Ward
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little disappointed that the full fantasy wasn’t ever going to happen. Still, the fantasy would take a backseat to my wife’s happiness. Alway. There were no exceptions to that rule whatsoever.
“Thanks babe.”
“You know it,” I said, kissing her gently on her forehead. “You know, we’ve been role-playing this for a while. I’ve really enjoyed that. What would think about still doing that with me?”
“I’ve had so much fun role-playing with you. There’s no way in hell I’m giving that up. I’ll still play into your fantasies, I love it.”
I held her in my arms the entire night. I knew it wouldn’t make the bad the things that happened go away, but I hoped I could at least console her and make her feel safe.
The next morning, I had to get up early because I was headed to Chicago for the annual medical conference. The conference is a huge three-day event where we get to learn all about the latest medical advances and every pharmaceutical rep on the planet tries to sell us on their latest treatments and medication.
The sun wasn’t even close to being up and Kayla was sleeping peacefully. I didn’t want to wake her up, especially after the long night she had, so I gave her a kiss on the cheek and crept out of the room. I left her a not before leaving.
Kayla,
You looked like an angel sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and when I get back, I’m going to plan a special night for us. You can call me anytime. If I’m listening to a speaker or something, just leave a message and I’ll call you right back. Can’t wait to be back home to you. I love you.
Dillon
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Kayla
It was strange having my weekday night off without Dillon home. Since we’ve been working on things, I’m used to having him with me on my days off.
I had planned to get up so I could see him off to his trip, but I must have been so exhausted. Still, I was a bit disappointed to wake up and not find him lying next to me. At least he made me smile with the note he left me.
Looking at the clock, I could see that he should have been boarding his plane. Of course, his flights are always delayed. That was the type of luck he had when taking trips. I can’t think of one single instance when he’s had a flight leave at its scheduled time. Instead of calling him, I decided to send him a text, just in case his phone was off.
Good morning handsome, hope you have a great flight. Call me when you get there. Love you so much. -K
Still very tired from all the crying I’d done, I needed some coffee to wake me up. I smiled a huge smile when I walked into the kitchen and saw that he’d already brewed a pot for me. It was a full pot, too, which meant that he stopped for some shitty gas station coffee for himself so that I wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of making any. This was the man I’d been missing for so many years.
When Dillon had convinced me to get into the whole hotwife thing, I set up profiles at several different dating sites. Well, casual sex sites would be a better way to describe them, cause you’re not going to find your soulmate there.
One by one, I closed each account, checking out the messages one last time before I did so. I was the type to reply to every single message, even if I wasn’t interested at all. I figured if I messaged someone, I wouldn’t want to be waiting around for a reply if they weren’t into it. Dillon thought it was ridiculous, especially considering the number of responses I received, but I couldn’t help it.
I had been on a total of four websites, and after a little over an hour, I finally made it to the final site. There was always the least number of messages on that particular site, mostly because the company does a full vetting process to make sure that no psychopaths or serial killers made their way on there.
For the entire time I’d been on the site, I’d only received two messages, one of which had come from someone who worked for the company and the other was a gentleman who was simply too far away to be practical. Surprisingly, there was a one over the envelope at the top corner of the screen indication that I had a message. I clicked on it to see what it said.
Hey there!
My name is Kevin, and I’m a professional male in my mid-30s. I know this sounds strange, but I was just browsing the website and seeing what it was all about. I didn’t plan on messaging anyone, but as soon as I came across your ad, I knew I had to get verified so I could speak with you.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Your eyes are mesmerizing, and your smile is amazing. I see that you’re married and while that’s not something I’ve ever done before, I would like the chance to get to know you.
As for myself, I have never been married and have no kids. I work a lot and have just never really had time for relationships. I am a very sexual person, but more than that, I am a gentleman. I’m polite, respectful and never pushy. If you’re still looking for someone to play with, I’d love to be considered. Just send me a message and let me know.
Hopefully I’ll talk to you soon.
For some reason, I couldn’t make myself delete the message. There was something about it that spoke to me. Instead of trashing it right away, I decided to go check out his pictures.
He was attractive. Certainly heads and tails above most of the men who had messaged me on the other websites. He was well dressed and had gentle eyes, a quality I admire. In many ways, this man reminded me a lot of Dillon, which in all honesty, I’ve looked for in potential partners.
His profile matched what he had said in his message. He was a professional man who works way too many hours and misses the touch of a woman. Again, it said he was respectful and not aggressive, which sounded great after what I had been through.
Intrigued, I sent a message, unsure of when he would reply, if he ever did. These websites were notorious for men that would sign up, send some messages, and then never get back on. A part of me hoped he would reply.
Much to my surprise, a response came back almost instantly. He said he was working and didn’t have much time to chat, but if we wanted, we could send messages back and forth, and he’d reply when he could.
That sounded good to me so I posted a response letting him know that I would love to get to know him that way. Something told me that he was a good guy, so I decided to give him a chance. A little conversation never hurt anyone.
Throughout the day, we messaged back and forth, and he did a great job putting me at ease that he wasn’t anything like the man I’d met the day previously. I’m still not completely sure how it happened, but by the time he was leaving the office, we were making plans for what time he was going to pick me up.
This man was the complete opposite of the creep in the limo. Kevin was a perfect gentleman. Even though he knew exactly what my situation was, it didn’t stop him from treating me in the same way that he’d treat someone he was dating seriously. Sure, the goal was to get into my pants, but he didn’t act like it.
We had an amazing date. First, he took me to a cool little sports bar downtown with a light, fun atmosphere. He attempted to teach me how to play darts, which I discovered I was terrible at. Surprisingly, I did even worse when it came to air hockey, but I still had a good time.
After dinner, we went dancing and a club far smaller than the one Meghann took me to, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Again, the vibe was calm and relaxed, which helped keep me comfortable.
The flirting between Kevin and I increased as the night went on. The more comfortable he made me feel, the more suggestive my flirting became. Our dancing was downright graphic by the time the night was over.
“I hope you had a great time,” he said as he walked me outside to wait for my ride.
Instead of answering, I stood on my toes, wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a huge kiss before pulling him into me so I could whisper into his ear.
“Why don’t you come home with me?”
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Dillon
Traveling always wears me out, so I was sleeping soundly and deeply when my cell phone started to ring in the middle of the night. Rubbing my eyes, I attempted to focus on the clock sitting next to the bed. It was 2:21 am, and I wondered who would be calling me.
When I picked up my phone up to answer it, I was surprised to see that it wasn’t a voice call. Instead, it was a FaceTime video call from Kayla. I figured she must be missing me and since she works so late, her schedule is a little messed up, and she might just be getting ready to go to bed.
I accepted the call, but I wasn’t prepared for what appeared on the screen in front of me. Kayla was in our bed, on all fours, looking into the camera while someone was fucking her from behind.
“Hi, honey,” eventually managed to escape her lips between moans and grunts.
I had no idea who the man was, and I didn’t care. I was instantly turned on by what I was watching. In my fantasies, I always imagined that she would send me text updates while she was out and maybe a picture or a video clip here or there or that I would be watching her in person. I never even thought about sharing the experience over a video call.
“Do you like what you’re seeing, baby? Is this what you wanted?”
“You are so fucking sexy,” I told her while I slid my free hand under the blankets to grab my cock, which had turned hard instantly the minute the video popped up.
She propped the phone up on the table while she rolled onto her back and the mystery man climbed on top of her. Watching as he grabbed her legs, put them on his shoulders, and slid inside of her caused me to start stroking myself faster.
Seeing his cock disappearing into my wife was driving me inside. My body was beginning to shake, but not because I was upset. I was shaking because I was so excited
“Oh my God Dillon, this cock feels so good! Do you see what he’s doing to me? Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me harder!”
He did as she asked and started pounding into her. I heard her familiar moans, the ones that start to change just a bit as she got close to orgasm. I decided I wanted to participate.
“Go ahead, Kayla. Cum all over his cock. Let me hear it.”
He reached down and started playing with her clit while he pumped himself in and out of her. I could see her body tensing up as an orgasm ripped through her body.
Hearing her getting louder and louder as she came was too much for me to handle. I ripped the blankets back and jerked myself quickly, making myself cum at almost the same time she did. My orgasm may have been just as intense as hers.
Getting off didn’t do anything to my erection, which remained hard and stiff while the man continued to plow into my wife. I grabbed a hand towel that was near the bed and wiped off before I went right back to stroking myself.
I watched as this guy enjoyed Kayla’s pussy, my pussy. I knew how good that pussy felt and I wished I was in his place right then and there.
He started to moan and move faster, telling her that he was going to cum. My eyes widened as Kayla squeezed her tits together and looked him right in the eyes.
“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my tits.”
He pulled out, maneuvered himself up my wife’s body and stroked himself as he came all over her chest. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I started getting off again as well. What I was watching was better than the best porn ever made.
He bent down and kissed her before she turned to the phone.
“I love you, baby,” she told me, blowing a kiss into the phone before ending the FaceTime session.
I was left breathless. It didn’t even seem real. It was easily the most exciting thing I had ever experienced. I officially had a hotwife.
21
Kayla
My brain felt like it was scrambled. It was trying to think of a million different things, but couldn’t think of anything at all. The only thought that could get through was holy fuck; I actually did it! I actually fucked another man. Not only that, but my husband got to watch the whole thing take place.
I couldn’t believe that I’d actually gone through with it. I knew that was always the plan when I actively started seeking out men, but I always questioned whether or not I could actually do it when it came down to it.
Calling Dillon on FaceTime wasn’t something either he or I had ever discussed. It was just a spur of the moment decision I had when I grabbed my phone to send him some photos. I wanted to find a good way to include him, even though he wasn’t there.
Kevin left shortly after we were done, but I was still lying in bed. Each time I closed my eyes, I could see Dillon’s face as he answered the video call. His eyes got so big, and his mouth dropped open. I’d been worried that he would be mad, but when I saw him relax in his bed and whip his dick out, I knew he was probably going to be okay.
Even though it had just happened, it still didn’t seem real. I felt so sexually liberated and was still incredibly turned on. I just laid there on the bed, rubbing my clit with my fingers, letting orgasm after orgasm take me away to bliss.
Something was missing, though. I’d included my husband in the act of me becoming his hotwife, but now I was all alone. I always figured that if I actually had sex with another man, Dillon would be there afterward to love me and let me know that I still belonged to him. I didn’t have that, and it made me sad.
I laid down on the bed and brought his pillows in close to me. If he couldn’t be here to cuddle me, I was going to cuddle his pillows instead. I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent which lingered behind.
Since I couldn’t have him with me, I at least wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to know what he thought about what he saw and if it was everything he’d hoped it would be. Still holding his pillows tightly, I grabbed my phone and called my husband.
22
Dillon
Once the FaceTime video was turned off, I laid in bed for a few minutes attempting to process what I had just watched. There were so many feelings and emotions fighting within me that I didn’t even know what most of them were. It didn’t matter. The excitement was winning out over all of them.
There was no way I was going to be able to sleep for the rest of the night. Not after what had just happened. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my suitcase and started throwing things into it as fast as I could. It would have driven Kayla nuts to see how I was tossing things in there unfolded and in no particular order. Having things neat and orderly was one of her quirks, and I could almost hear her nagging at me for the way things looked in my bag.
I made one last sweep of the room and the bathroom to make sure I didn't forget anything before I wheeled my suitcase out of the room and down to the front desk.
“Could you call me a cab to the airport?” I asked, still wiping the sleep from my eyes.
“Absolutely, sir. If you would like some coffee, we have some in the lobby there.”
Typically, I needed coffee to wake myself up, but it wasn’t necessary that morning. The video call was plenty to get my blood pumping and have me ready to go.
I walked outside to wait for the cab and quickly remembered why they called Chicago the windy city. The air attempted to bite through me until I found a spot meant for smokers on the side of the front doors.
The medical conference that I was in town for quickly became an afterthought. I loved the conference, but I didn’t care about missing this one. I’d been a speaker during previous years, but not this one, so nobody was going to miss me. People may look for me, but with the sheer number of medical professionals that would be there, it’s impossible to meet up with everyone.
Another added plus was the fact that a recap is also posted on the internet so that doctors who weren’t able to make it can learn about anything important that happened. The recap always included new products, treatments, and medications so if there was something that interested me; I’d be able to reach out to the company directly.
I didn’t care about the conference; I didn’t care about the fact tha
t I’d prepaid for my room, I didn’t care about anything other than getting home to my wife.
After what seemed like forever, the cab finally arrived to take me to the airport. I probably should have called the airport to see if there were any flights going out and if there were, if there was even a spot on one so I could get home.
As my luck would have it, there was traffic at 3:30 am. Apparently, the city had started work on a bridge and had the four-lane highway down to one in each direction. I was tempted to get out and walk to the airport, sure that it would be faster.
The cab finally pulled up to the airport just before 4:00 in the morning, and tossed the driver some cash, grabbed my suitcase and ran straight to the ticketing desk.
“Hi, do you have anything going to Kansas City?”
“Yes sir, we have a flight leaving in about 15 minutes. It’s all the way down at gate 19, so you’d have to hurry. We also have one leaving at 7:15 am. Which would you prefer?”
“I’ll take the one leaving in 15 minutes.”
I gave the ticketing agent all of my information, got my ticket and boarding pass and took off as fast as I could. I was fortunate that there wasn’t a line for security and they didn’t stop me for a random check. I was completely out of breath but made it to the terminal just as they were announcing the last call for passengers.
The plane was not overcrowded, which I was thankful for. On the flight to Chicago, we were pinned in like sardines, so it was nice to have the row of seats to myself.
Once I was on the flight, I was finally able to sit down and process everything that had happened. I was surprised by all of the emotions I was beginning to feel. They were all over the place, with lots of highs and lows.
