by Lexi Archer
Contents
Copyright
What's A Hotwife?
1: A Friend in Need
2: Rescue
3: Oddly Aroused
4: Teasing
5: The Wife Game
6: Too Far?
7: Way Too Far
8: A New Game
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The Wife Game
Lexi Archer
Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer
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First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, September 2015
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What's A Hotwife?
What is a hotwife? It's more of a lifestyle than a term. Put simply, it's a committed couple who has decided to let the woman stray, usually while the husband watches her straying!
The term is "hotwife," but really it's much broader than that! Married, engaged, or just dating, the only constant is a committed couple who decides to change the traditional rules of that commitment to allow for a little extracurricular fun!
There are two things that separates the hotwife from cheating or cuckolding: love and respect. The hotwife couple puts their relationship first. The excitement comes from watching the sexiest woman in the world get it on with another guy in the most intimate and personal live porn performance that's possible for two people committed to one another mind, body, and soul!
My stories are for the couples who are thinking of opening up their relationships. For the men who fantasize about their wives with other men but could never put that feeling into words. For the ladies who think it would be so hot if their fella watched them with another man. For anyone who's ever had an interest in opening their relationship for a little sharing!
These fantasies are for you. These stories are yours. I hope you enjoy them!
1: A Friend in Need
I leaned into the bar waiting for the bartender to even acknowledge my existence. I avoided the urge to shake my head as once again the bartender, a muscled dude with a shaved head that made him look like a booze slinging Mr. Clean in his tight shirt, ignored me once again to go for a gaggle of hot girls who were shrieking at the other end of the bar.
Damn it. Looks like I was going to be waiting a little longer for that drink. Apparently a set of green eyes attached to some nice tits on display was worth more than the green in my wallet. Not that I was particularly surprised. That was how the game was always played at this place unless the bartender happened to be a girl.
“What’s the hold up babe?”
I turned and grinned at the hot girl approaching the bar to stand next to me. It helped that this particular girl had a brand new diamond ring sparkling on her left hand. A ring I’d put on her finger at our wedding a couple of months ago.
I figured that ring on her finger gave her a few extra notches on the hotness scale, but to be perfectly honest she’d already been a solid ten out of ten even before I convinced her to spend the rest of her life with me. All the guys behind her, a mix of older college students and young professional types who weren’t quite ready to give up the partying lifestyle, stared openly as she made her way through the crowd to lean on the bar next to me.
“Well hello there stranger,” I said. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a bar like this?”
“Trying to recapture some of my long lost youth by hanging out with the college kids?”
I snorted at that. Long lost youth my ass. We hadn’t been out of college for more than a couple of years at this point. We both had good jobs that had given us a good life in those couple of years and a lot more spending power than a lot of the starving college students in here living on ramen and student loans, but we were far from old even by the standards of this particular dance place.
I glanced out at the crowd beyond and caught sight of some of the older guys who were cruising the floor with more hope than anything else. Sure they were probably only in their early thirties, maybe even their late twenties and they’d just aged early, but they might as well be close to retirement age and using walkers and metamucil for how much older they were than the target demographic of this bar and the district surrounding it.
I nodded towards one of those guys who looked like he was sporting a combover and Erin laughed as she saw him out there trying to get a girl’s attention and failing spectacularly. It was like watching a video of a shark approaching a school of fish and watching the school scatter in every direction.
“I suppose you have a point there,” she said. “I really hope we aren’t out here in ten years trying too hard like that.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that too much,” I said. “I’m sure the light will start blinking on our palms well before we get to that age. Besides, kids will probably be keeping us up all night at that point.”
Erin cocked an eyebrow. “Awful presumptuous there aren’t we? Family planning when we haven’t even been married for a few months?”
“Right. So how about you help me get a drink here?”
“No lady bartenders tonight? You’re always their favorite.”
I grimaced. “Unfortunately not.”
Erin leaned forward on the bar which, not coincidentally, caused the already skimpy halter top she was wearing to fall forward revealing a generous expanse of her cleavage below. She looked to the bartender and fixed him with her most winning smile even though he was currently turned away from us helping the gaggle of girls who’d drawn his attention away from me.
That didn’t last for long though. It was like the guy had some sort of sixth sense for telling when there was a hotter girl at his bar, and no sooner had she leaned against it and put the girls on display than he was turning in her direction, his eyes going wide and the group of girls behind him who were definitely enjoying the cheerleader effect just a little bit completely forgotten. It was almost like he’d teleported over to us he moved so fast.
“Can I help you?” he asked, an ingratiating smile on his face as his eyes traveled down my wife’s body and stared at her cleavage. Hell, I couldn’t help but stare just a little myself. I had married her, after all, and in my opinion she had one of the nicest sets of tits I’d ever seen. And I’d stared at quite a lot of tits in my day, which is why I couldn’t quite hold it against the guy if he wanted to enjoy the view as well. Besides, it got us fast service so I wasn’t going to complain. Hell, it was actually a little thrilling seeing him staring at her like that. Sort of like a validation of how hot she was and what a good choice I’d made, though I’d never articulate showing a little skin to the bartender to get faster service in quite those terms.
I also bit back a couple of choice phrases that came to mind. Even if I couldn’t be too annoyed at him ogling my woman, even if it did give me a little thrill if I was being completely honest, at the same time I could be really annoyed that he decided to ignore me right up until the moment I had a pair of nice tits right next to me helping me get a drink.
“Just two beers please,” she said.
Once more they appeared in a flash. I handed him the money and he blinked and seemed to notice me standing there for the first time. He looked me up and down and there was some hos
tility there as he realized I was the one here with Erin. Which was a little surprising. Did he really think he had a chance with the random girls who showed up at his bar? Shouldn’t he be more worried about cash than tits?
“Need change for this bro?” he asked.
The meaning behind the question was clear enough. I’d given him just enough that we’d only get a couple of bucks back in change. A couple of bucks that usually would go towards a tip if I wasn’t already pissed off at the guy. So I didn’t really have to think about my answer.
“Yeah, if you could.”
The guy scowled as he made his way to the cash register and came back with my money. Not that I really cared. I’d never seen the guy before at this place, and if his performance tonight was any indication then I didn’t think I’d be seeing him behind the bar for very much longer. Besides, it’s not like he could ignore me any harder than he already had because he was pissed off.
“Was that really necessary?” Erin asked after I had my money and we were both leaning back against the bar looking out at the dance floor.
“The guy’s an asshole! He needs to learn not to ignore paying customers.”
“He didn’t ignore me.”
“Yeah, but I don’t have a killer body like you.”
Erin rolled her eyes and continued scanning the dance floor. I figured we’d be out there in a moment, but her face lit up and she giggled. I followed her gaze out there until I saw Dylan out there trying his best to hit on a couple of girls and not doing a very good job of it from the uninterested expressions on their faces.
“Boy am I glad I don’t have to live that life anymore,” I said.
Erin moved in close and I was painfully aware of how good she felt pressing her body against mine. I could feel one of her tits smashing against my arm and the hardon that had been threatening while I was watching the bartender flirting with her burst forth with a vengeance. Damn how I loved it when she pressed up against me like that!
“Really? You don’t like going out on the dance floor and having hot young things grinding all over you?”
I thought back on those days. Yeah, I suppose in a way it had been fun to wade out on the dance floor and have girls trying to get with me. Back before I got with Erin I’d cut a wide path through house parties and then the clubs when I was old enough to go out. Of course even if that had been fun it was nothing compared to what I had with my wife. A one night stand was fun and all, but there was a hell of a lot to be said for having a beautiful woman who I clicked with emotionally as well as physically. That she was also a definite eleven on a ten point scale didn’t hurt things.
Something of what I was thinking must have translated to my face. Maybe it was the goofy grin. Either way, she reached out and playfully slapped me. In response I moved an arm around her tight waist and then down to give her ass a squeeze even as I found myself wondering what it would look like if someone like that asshole bartender was the one squeezing her ass. I put that thought out of my mind almost as soon as it popped in there though.
Talk about a ridiculous thought!
“You know you’re the only girl for me,” I said. “Besides, you’re way hotter than any of the girls out there.”
“Flatterer,” she said.
“Seriously. You’re way hotter than those girls Dylan is trying to get with, for sure.”
Erin rolled her eyes. “Those girls are crazy if they think they’re going to find someone who’s better than Dylan out there. He’s almost as hot as you and that’s saying a lot.”
“Almost as hot as me? Now who’s flattering?” I thought about what she’d said for a moment and grinned down at her. “Besides, I never knew you thought Dylan was hot.”
I knew I’d scored a point with that one from the way her cheeks colored as she looked away from me precisely because she was well aware that I knew when her cheeks got red like that she was as much as admitting guilt to whatever it was I was accusing her of. Not that I was necessarily accusing her of anything here. Merely making an interesting observation about something she’d let slip. A very interesting observation considering I’d already been a little turned on thinking about bartender checking her out back there.
Bartender had been safe. Bartender ogling her had been impersonal even if he was staring at her tits hard enough that I thought his eyes might pop out. Bartender probably didn’t have a chance with her since this night at the club was probably the only time we’d ever see him.
Dylan was different. Dylan was personal. Dylan was someone we knew and hung out with on a regular basis. There were possibilities there with Dylan that just didn’t exist with bartender, and my cock was throbbing as some of those possibilities ran through my imagination.
Erin leaned up and kissed me as she ran a hand down my stomach and then she was tracing her fingers along my cock. Another move that she tried whenever she was trying to distract me from whatever it was that had embarrassed her and caused that flush to rise to her face, though as far as I knew she didn’t know that I knew this was a classic tell for her trying to get away with something. And why would I tell her that I knew this move anyways? Hot girl with a hand on my cock. I’d have to be crazy to try and put a stop to that!
“You know you’re the only man for me,” she said.
I gave her ass another squeeze and looked out on the dance floor towards where Dylan was striking out with another group of girls. I did know I was the only guy for her. I had a ring on her finger and we’d said vows in front of our families that we were together for life. Besides, we had one of those easygoing and honest relationships that didn’t have me worried about other guys trying to swoop in and steal her from me anyways. I knew she was happy and I knew she was staying put.
And I think that it was in part because of how comfortable and confident I was in the strength of our relationship that the thought of her stepping out with another guy was so compelling. At least that seemed like a good enough reason as I looked out at the mass of guys on the dance floor trying to get with various girls and projected my wife into those scenarios. Imagined them coming up behind her and trying to put the moves on her. Imagined her playing the game of cat and mouse not letting on that she was interested at first but dancing up close and personal if she found a guy she really liked.
Yeah, that was suddenly one hell of a compelling thought.
“Those girls don’t know what they’re missing either,” Erin said as another group of three girls turned away from Dylan. I followed them as they moved onto the dance floor and met another group of three guys waiting for them there. All of them were taken. That made sense. Usually girls threw themselves at Dylan with almost the same fervor that they’d thrown themselves at me back when I was still on the market. It was odd that he would be striking out as much as he was tonight.
“Oh my God,” Erin said with a snort that drew my attention back from the three girls who’d most recently turned my former college roommate and current non-wife best friend away. When I saw what was happening back with Dylan I couldn’t help but let out a snort of my own.
A girl who definitely wasn’t Dylan’s type was starting to grind up against him. It was a classic case of the hunter becoming the hunted, and I had no idea where this girl came from. She’d definitely stalked her prey well because there was no way Dylan would be letting her get that up close and personal with him unless she got the drop on him.
And boy did she have the drop on him. She was grinding right up against him and he was trying to step away, but once more it seemed that the universe was conspiring against him because everywhere he turned the crowd moved in around him preventing him from making his escape. With each passing moment as the girl didn’t take the hint that he wasn’t interested and the crowd refused to let him get away his eyes grew wider and wider with steadily increasing degrees of panic.
“Poor Dylan,” I said. “He finally gets some luck with the ladies and it’s the last sort of lady he’d want to get lucky with.”
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p; “Seriously,” Erin said. “I don’t know what that girl is thinking.”
“Maybe she’s hoping his beer goggles are thick enough that she has a chance?”
“Maybe.”
Maybe it was the drink I already had before I came over here and stood at the bar long enough to really sober up. Maybe it was just the atmosphere in the club. More than anything I figured it was seeing bartender checking Erin out and then looking out on the dance floor and thinking about all of the possibilities out there for an incredibly hot girl and a husband who was maybe interested in watching guys check her out. Whatever it was, I opened my mouth and said something stupid.
“Why don’t you go help him out?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Go over there and rescue our buddy,” I said. “Pretend to be his girl. Get pissed off.”
Erin looked up at me askance. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I just told you about thinking he’s hot? Because if it…”
I held up a hand to stop her. “All I want you to do is go and rescue a friend in need. Is that so bad?”
Erin still didn’t look like she trusted my motives. Not entirely. Why should she? We knew each other well enough to know when one of us was putting the other on, but I also saw something else on her face. Interest. If she could read my mind about not being entirely honest about my motives for getting her out there on the dance floor with Dylan, well let’s just say that I could do a little bit of mind reading of my own. And that mind reading was telling me that she was interested. Interested in going out there and rescuing Dylan. Maybe interested in what would be involved in going out there and pretending to be his girlfriend, though actually she would probably have to pretend to be his wife unless she found a way to pocket her rings which didn’t seem likely since her outfit didn’t exactly have room for pockets in the first place.
