The Wife Game: A Hotwife Novella

by Lexi Archer

“Because I was thinking the same thing. This new fantasy of yours is definitely opening up some possibilities!”

  It definitely was, but right now I needed to get my wife back to our bedroom so we could continue the fun! I’d think about the consequences of admitting this fantasy later.

  4: Teasing

  Another weekend. Another night out at the bars. We were at the same club we’d been at the weekend before when we had the incident with Dylan that led to some of the best sex since our wedding night. Hell, if I’d known dancing up to some strange hot guy would get Alan that turned on I would’ve done it a long time ago!

  Tonight it was Alan I was getting up close and personal with though. His hands were on my hips and I was grinding my ass against him as his cock pressed against me which was causing the most incredible little fireworks to go off in my pussy. Nothing like the intense explosion I’d enjoyed last weekend with Dylan, but I figured that was because on some level my body knew that there were other things on the menu with my husband that weren’t possible with Dylan. I didn’t have to have an explosive orgasm grinding against Alan because I could have an explosive orgasm later.

  It was so nice that we could still do things like this even though we were married. To hear some of our friends tell it, it seemed like marriage was the end of the world. The end of adventures. I was glad that I wound up with a man who was still willing to go out and have the sort of fun we used to have before we became an old married couple. At least for now. I’m sure that eventually we’d settle down more when kids came along, but for the moment it was nice to know that marriage wasn’t an end to our adventures.

  As I looked out across the dance floor I saw one of those adventures striking out with a young college hottie who looked like she was out with a bachelorette party. I shook my head. Dylan should know better than to try and pick a girl away from a bachelorette party by now. That was a newbie mistake he was making.

  At least the girl from last weekend hadn’t showed up tonight. Maybe she’d gone on to terrorize people at other bars. Maybe she was afraid she’d run into me again, though that would be a little awkward considering I was dancing with my real husband this evening instead of hanging all over my fake husband.

  Watching Dylan was reminding me of the fun I had last weekend, and that must’ve translated into my dancing because a moment later Alan was leaning down and whispering in my ear. Though it was more like he was yelling in my ear just to be heard considering how loud the speakers were in this place.

  “Something going on?”

  I turned and looked up at him. “What are you talking about?”

  “You just got a hell of a lot more intense with the bumping and grinding,” he shouted over the thumping music.

  I blushed as I realized what I’d just been doing. I’d been thinking about grinding up against Dylan last week and apparently my subconscious decided it would be fun to go ahead and reenact that bumping and grinding with the nearest convenient warm body and hard cock which happened to be my husband in this case.

  Alan followed my gaze out across the dance floor and saw Dylan out there striking out for the second weekend in a row. His grip on my waist tightened as he realized I’d been staring out at his friend and if anything his movements started to get more erratic and I wondered if he was about to blow a load against me.

  It had never happened before despite some close calls, but I figured if anything was finally going to push him over that edge while we were out grinding against each other it would be this new fantasy that had taken hold of our collective erotic imagination.

  “Staring at Dylan again, are you?” he whispered in my ear, though it was really more of a quiet shout considering the loud music around us which would’ve rendered a regular whisper inaudible.

  “Maybe?”

  “Are you thinking about how much fun it would be if you were the one grinding up against him?”

  I wheeled around so I was facing my husband. I threw a leg up and he caught the hint as he caught my thigh and started really grinding against me with a vengeance. Sweat was beading on his brow and he had a look of intense concentration on his face as he stared down at me with pure lust in his eyes.

  “What if I am?”

  “You’d be giving him a bit more luck than he seems to be having right now.”

  I glanced over my shoulder to Dylan. The girl finally relented and started dancing with him for a moment and I felt a stab of jealousy. I didn’t want other girls dancing with him. I wanted to be the one who was grinding up against him even though that was a totally unfair thought considering I was married, he was unattached, and I really had no right to want to monopolize his time like that.

  Fortunately the dance gods were smiling down on me tonight even if they didn’t seem to be smiling down on Dylan. No sooner had bachelorette party girl started doing a halfassed drunken dance with him than one of her friends swooped in and pulled her back into the bridal party leaving Dylan high and dry.

  I turned back to Alan with a wickedly mischievous smile on my face.

  “Poor Dylan isn’t having any luck tonight,” I said. “What would you think if I changed that?”

  Alan grinned right back at me. “I think that sounds like a good time!”

  I tried to pull away from my husband, but the problem was he seemed so turned on by everything, so turned on by grinding against me, that I was finding it difficult to disentangle myself from him. He seemed intent on grinding against me until he’d blown his load, and his thrusting was getting more insistent down below.

  We couldn’t have that. It would ruin all the fun before it even started! There was no point trying to tease my husband if he’d just blown his load and was in that place all men went to right after an orgasm where they couldn’t care less about anything to do with sex.

  So in desperation I reached down and put my hand between us. Grabbed him by the cock and squeezed a little tightly to get his attention. Finally he seemed to get the picture and reluctantly he disengaged.

  Damn. He really was turned on! It made me wonder where this night was going considering we still had hours to go. The possibilities were intriguing, to say the least.

  Once more I found myself moving out on the dance floor towards Dylan, only tonight I wasn’t going out there with the pretense of launching a “rescue” mission. No, tonight Alan and I knew what the score was. We both knew what I was doing. We both knew we were crossing one hell of a line in our relationship and playing with fire in a huge way.

  And yet I didn’t care. No, all I could think about was the fire raging in the pit of my stomach. The fire raging in my suddenly soaked pussy. A fire that only Dylan could put out, and I had a few ideas of how he could quench that fire that involved a hell of a lot more than dry humping on the dance floor!

  “Erin? What are you doing out here?” Dylan asked when I finally reached him. He glanced back in the direction I’d come from, but Alan had been lost in the crowd so there was no looking to my husband for approval or permission tonight. I wondered if Alan had done that on purpose. I wondered if he was watching us from somewhere in the crowd where I couldn’t see him.

  The thought really turned me on. The idea that Alan was out there somewhere watching me dancing with his friend, his cock throbbing as he watched his pretty new blushing bride doing some very naughty things with another man, sent a rush running through me that ran straight down to my pussy. I suppose I’d always had a little bit of an exhibitionist streak, I enjoyed coming out to bars and showing off in my skimpy outfits after all, but this fantasy was bringing that side of me out in a way it had never been revealed before!

  “There’s no need to save me from any women tonight,” he said. “No one seems interested.”

  “Oh but that’s where you’re wrong Dylan,” I said. I moved in close, my breasts brushing against his chest which set my already hard nipples aflame. “I am here to rescue you, but tonight I’m rescuing you from your dry spell.”

  “What are you…”


  I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else. I didn’t want to give him a chance to do much thinking. Any thinking needed to be done with the little head between his legs and not the big head between his ears that might realize it was a little crazy to be grinding up against his best friend’s girl.

  So I threw myself at him. I was treated to another surprised look similar to last week’s but this time around he got into it a hell of a lot faster. His hands moved around behind me and then they were snaking down to my ass which he gave a good squeeze that also had the added bonus of pulling me against him. Pulling me against that rock hard cock that I’d come against last weekend and that I was very much hoping I might have a little more fun with this weekend if things went well!

  I spun around and then I was pressing my ass against him. It was still a pretty chaste dance all things considered. It was a dance that was nothing on some of the bumping and grinding that was going on around us. Nothing compared to what we’d done last weekend, but I figured the night was just getting started.

  As I stared out into the crowd watching other people dancing and getting some ideas for what I could do with Dylan I realized that the crowd had opened up a bit and I could see Alan watching us from a table on the side of the dance floor that was raised slightly to give a nice view of all the dancers. He saw me staring at him and grinned. Gave me a thumbs up.

  I grinned right back at him. I couldn’t believe we were doing this, but at the same time I figured it was okay as long as we were doing it together. Was it a little crazy? A little fucked up? A little against everything I’d ever thought about the whole monogamy thing?

  Maybe, but if it worked for us then who was I to knock this strange new fantasy we’d discovered? From the look of pure lust on Alan’s face and the way he was obviously trying to avoid touching his cock and risking a public indecency charge it seemed like he was really enjoying watching me with his buddy.

  Hell, from the way Dylan was grinding against me and starting to really get into it he seemed to be enjoying himself as well. All three of us were enjoying this and it wasn’t hurting anybody, so why even bother feeling guilty about what I was doing?

  I didn’t. Not in the least, and that surprised me just a little. It also made me wonder where the night was going with these two sexy men, because if I had anything to say about it this dance was only going to be the beginning of the fun!

  5: The Wife Game

  God, I could watch Erin walk away from me all day long and I’d be a happy man. There was something about watching the curve of that perfect tight ass encased in an equally tight pair of jeans that almost covered everything while leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination that drove me wild.

  The only thing that could drive me more wild was where she was going. I grinned and moved around the side of the room to where I could get a better view. Thankfully the people who designed this place seemed to have a bit of voyeurism in mind when they put it together. There were tables set up on a raised platform all around the dance floor that allowed me a nice view of everything that was happening.

  By the time I took my seat Erin and Dylan were already up against each other. She’d turned around and was grinding her ass against him. We made eye contact for the briefest of moments and she grinned. I smiled back in what I hoped was a reassuring look. I wanted her to know that I was absolutely okay with this.

  Even though I still couldn’t believe we were actually doing this. I was supposed to be rushing out onto the middle of the dance floor to punch out the asshole who was dancing with my wife. I wasn’t supposed to be sitting here like the world’s weirdest creeper nursing a drink and trying to make my hard on less noticeable.

  As with last week they seemed hesitant at first. At least Dylan seemed hesitant at first. Erin seemed ready to go, and with the way she’d been bringing this up all week when we were fucking I could understand why. We’d done it more this week than we had even on our honeymoon, and that was saying something since we’d gone at it like a couple of horny rabbits that week.

  Erin turned around and then they were rubbing against each other in a display of dirty dancing that put everyone around them to shame. With every passing moment Dylan seemed to be losing more and more of his inhibitions around dancing with my wife as he got used to a hot girl pressing against him and just went with it.

  I was thankful that he decided to go along with it. I probably should have warned him when we picked him up to go out to the clubs tonight, but I hadn’t been sure whether or not our fantasy was going to stay in the realm of fantasy until Erin mentioned going out and helping him. I would’ve felt like an idiot if I was going on about how much my wife wanted to have a little fun with him and then it turned out that was all just dirty talk and fantasy.

  I was really fucking glad it wasn’t all dirty talk and fantasy though. And as I watched them grinding against each other my mind was filled with images similar to what I saw in front of me, but very different at the same time.

  Erin pressed her tits against him and his hands ran up and down her back. In my mind she was pressed against him with nothing in between them. Her nipples were pressing against his bare chest as his hands explored the smooth contours of her body for the first time, thinking what a lucky son-of-a-bitch he was to actually get with Erin the entire time.

  It was weird, but the thought of him getting turned on by my wife was almost more of a turn on than the thought of them together. It’s like the true enjoyment of this fantasy was coming from knowing someone else was lusting after my wife rather than watching her perform, though the idea of watching her getting down and dirty with a naughty performance was definitely doing something for me too, don’t get me wrong!

  Something was flashing where they were dancing. I leaned forward and realized it was coming off of her hand. Of course. The light was flashing on that huge diamond I bought for her when I proposed. The diamond ring that was supposed to lock her down just for me for the rest of our lives.

  So much for that plan, but it’s not like I minded that she was breaking that particular agreement. No, if it was this fucking hot then I was more than okay with it.

  Another image flashed into my head. That hand with her wedding ring squeezing Dylan’s as he pressed inside her for the first time. As he felt his cock moving into her warm depths. As she felt a cock other than mine invading her body for the first time since we got together.

  At least I was pretty sure it would be the first time since we got together. I made a note to ask her about that later while at the same time reflecting on how fucked up it was that I was contemplating my wife cheating on me while we were dating and getting turned on. Thinking how disappointed I would be if it turned out she didn’t cheat on me rather than the reverse which is how I was supposed to feel.

  Yeah, this was a fucked up fantasy, but I was enjoying it too fucking much to go back now.

  All those images of Erin getting up close and personal with Dylan minus clothes did have me wondering though. How far would I want this to go? How far did I want my wife to take this dalliance with another man? Did I just want to watch them out there on the dance floor indulging in a little bit of dirty dancing, or did I want it to go farther than that? Did I want some of those images running on repeat through my erotic imagination to come true?

  Did I want to watch my wife consummate this forbidden tryst with my best friend?

  I certainly knew what my cock was telling me. It was rock hard, and the idea of her actually fucking Dylan, something that seemed a very real possibility from the way they were melting into one another, was perfectly fine with my cock even if the more logical parts of my brain were screaming that it was a dangerous and potentially very risky fantasy.

  As I was sitting up here on my perch navel gazing about the possibilities the night had to offer Erin and Dylan were starting to get a little more hot and heavy on the dance floor. It seemed that Dylan was starting to overcome the rest of the reluctance he might have been feelin
g about getting up close and personal with his best friend’s wife.

  Erin had turned around and she was facing him with her arms wrapped around his neck, though she wasn’t quite as close as last week when she was grinding right up against him. No, they were close but they weren’t exactly dry humping one another.

  It was a slow and sensual dance even though the music pumping around them was a fast and heavy beat with the sort of bass that thumps through your very core and seems to vibrate all of your internal organs.

  They were moving in a slow circle, their bodies swaying together as they stared into one another’s eyes. Erin’s body was moving in a subtle sensual motion where she was pressing herself against him and her ass was working slowly grinding her pussy against him while his hands roamed up and down her body.

  I got a particular thrill when his hands moved down to cup her ass and give it a squeeze. At least I assumed he was giving her ass cheeks a squeeze from the way she jumped.

  Then I really hit the jackpot. One moment they were staring at one another as though they were the only two people in the world and the next he was leaning down and whispering something in her ear. God how I wished I could be there in between them and close enough to hear what he was saying.

  Though in this case I didn’t have to be particularly close to imagine what was passing between them. Erin looked up at him and nodded and then he was moving down and pressing his lips against my wife’s!

  Damn! I know they’d kissed each other last weekend when she was doing her little “rescue” game with that girl who couldn’t take a hint, but the kiss was different this time around. Just like the rest of their movements it was a slow kiss. Deliberate. Sensual.

  Dylan’s hand moved up to cup my wife’s face as the kiss continued. That was another major difference from last week. It might have felt like that moment was stretching into forever when I was sitting at the bar watching them, but in reality it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds at best. Long enough for Erin to get the point across that she had a claim on Dylan.