by Lexi Archer
Contents
Copyright
What's A Hotwife?
A Note From Lexi:
1: Wedding Plans
2: Carried Away
3: Confession
4: Secrets Revealed
5: Big Day
6: Disbelief
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Bonus Novel! Model Bride
1: Job Prospects
2: Out of the Bag
3: New Fantasy
4: Processing
5: Drop Off
6: Naughty Interview
7: Naughty Audition
8: Cheating or Fantasy?
9: Indecent Offer
10: Fantasy World
11: Almost Caught
12: The Plot Thickens
13: Video Evidence
14: Secret Revealed
15: Confession
16: Negotiations
17: Down the Aisle
18: Wedding Night
19: Dirty Honeymoon
20: To Have and to Hold
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Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.
First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, June 2016
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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!
A Note From Lexi:
Hello! Lexi here with a quick programming note before the story starts. As a writer there is always a push and pull between plausibility, believability, and the desire to tell a really good story. I feel like that’s even more the case in a genre like hotwife where the key conceit is that a couple is turned on by doing something that’s misunderstood and frowned upon by a society that likes to pretend monogamy is the default setting in a relationship.
Sometimes I have an idea that’s so hot when it occurs to me that I have to write it even if it stretches believability, but let’s be honest. When I go looking for a good story I want something that surprises and excites, and sometimes you have to stretch the possible just a bit to get to that point.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that in writing this story it felt a little more implausible than some of the other hotwife stories I’ve written, and boy have I written a lot at this point. So as you go into this hotwife fantasy it would be good to repeat that old mantra for having a good time “Repeat to yourself it’s just a show, I should really just relax.”
Enjoy!
1: Wedding Plans
Michelle:
The message came when I was in the middle of getting fitted for my dress. I heard the ding from across the room and didn’t think anything of it. It was probably my mom messaging me about flowers or something. Maybe Travis asking me what time I was going to be home so we could go out to dinner later.
The last person I expected to hear from while I was looking in the mirror at the dress I’d walk down the aisle in was him. Wade.
And yet when I slipped out of the dress, just a simple white bra and panties underneath, I immediately wished I hadn’t worn that white bra and panties. The last thing I wanted was for the lady fitting the dress to think I was getting turned on by all of this. I didn’t want her to see the way my nipples suddenly pressed out aching for a touch they hadn’t felt in years. The way my pussy got wet thinking about a man who’d never actually gotten between my legs.
Not for lack of trying.
“Saw on social media that you’re getting ready for the big day,” Wade’s text read. “Pity. I’d always hoped we’d stick to the agreement.”
I fell onto the bench where my phone had been sitting. Luckily the bench was nice and soft, so it didn’t hurt when my ass hit it. I couldn’t believe it. Sure I knew he had my number. One of the drawbacks of using the same number I’d had since high school was that anyone who ever had that number had a way of getting in touch with me whether I wanted them to be able to get in touch with me or not.
Why would he be contacting me now, of all times though?
The agreement. I was transported to the back seat of an SUV where the seats had been pushed back. Supposedly that feature was so people could transport cargo, but there’d been a lot more than cargo going on in that backseat that night, let me tell you. I could feel his hands dancing over my body, inexperienced but eager as he moved up along the sun dress I’d worn especially for the occasion.
The panic from that night was easy enough to remember since I was feeling more than a little of that panic now. It was like an old friend returning, unwanted, to get in my way.
“Is something wrong ma’am?” the seamstress asked.
I blinked and came back to reality. Was something wrong? Oh no. Just that my old boyfriend from high school and the first year of college had chosen this of all moments to finally come back into my life, and he was reminding me of a stupid promise we made when we were both kids. A stupid promise that still sent a shiver running down my spine and caused a fire to rage deep in my stomach.
Yeah, that seemed like it would be a bit of oversharing with the seamstress, so I waved it off.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said. “I felt a little lightheaded there for a minute, but I think it’s passed.”
“Are you sure? I could take the dress out a little if you think it’s too much. I know brides like to say they’ll diet to fit in the dress, but it really is better if you just make it fit from the get go.”
I frowned. She thought I needed to diet? Weren’t people in the wedding industry supposed to blow smoke up my ass about how beautiful I was? Wasn’t that the whole point of paying all the ridiculously inflated prices for what amounted to a party with a bunch of family?
I kept all that inside, though. It wouldn’t be good to snap at the lady who was making sure my dress would fit. Especially when I wasn’t mad at her.
No, I was mad at Wade. Why now, of all times?
“I think I’m going to be okay,” I lied. “Is there anything else we needed to do, or are we good?”
The seamstress smiled. “I think I have everything I need here. You can go ahead and get
dressed.”
She turned and left the room, leaving me all alone with my thoughts. I almost would’ve rather had her for company as I stood on the block where I’d been doing my fitting and looked at myself in the full length mirror that ran in a semicircle around one half of the room.
I looked damn good, and that wasn’t if I just said so myself. I’d worked hard to stay in great shape, and that lady could take everything she’d said about putting on weight before the big day and stuff it where the sun didn’t shine. There wasn’t a chance I would be in anything less than peak physical condition when I walked down that aisle.
If anything I looked even better now than I did back when…
When I was with Wade. When the two of us had been head over heels in love with each other. When we’d made that stupid promise that he was talking about now.
I knew exactly why he was thinking about that promise. I’d posted a picture online of me trying on my dress. I thought I looked good in the thing, and apparently my ex-boyfriend who I hadn’t talked to in several years agreed. The jerk. Who did he think he was, contacting me now of all times. Who did he think he was bringing up the agreement after so much time?
For all he knew the terms of the agreement had already been broken. I’d been with Travis long enough that he surely thought we’d already gone through with it. Surely he couldn’t think I’d be a year out of college and still a blushing bride fully worthy of wearing white on my wedding day.
Even if I was. Even if Travis and I hadn’t finished the deed. Even if there had been a couple of times when the two of us got pretty close to breaking the rules and giving in to sin.
Wade couldn’t possibly know that, and yet he was making that cocky and arrogant assumption anyways. I almost wanted to ignore him. To let him know that he was well and truly out of my life. That I didn’t think of him anymore and I didn’t need him in my life. Let silence be the last thing he heard from me.
Only.
There was a part of me that couldn’t resist getting back at him just a little. At texting him and letting him know exactly what he was missing out on. Exactly what he would never have because the asshole decided he couldn’t wait and ended up going off to fuck some whore behind my back. Letting him know that the prize was still out there and that there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to be the one to enjoy it was reason enough for me to respond.
A part of me thought it was ridiculous that I even thought of my virginity like that. It was ridiculous that I’d gone this far without losing it. It’s not like I was even particularly religious these days, though my family would have conniptions if they realized that.
No, at a certain point I’d just gone so long that waiting for marriage seemed like the thing to do. First there was Wade who’d been my boyfriend forever and a day. Both of us had been brought up in the church and both of us firmly believed that we should wait for marriage. We both had the Jesus zap put on us in a major way.
Then he broke through those barriers during that night with that whore and that was that. I was alone. Adrift until I met Travis, the man I truly wanted to spend the rest of my life with. A short amount of time with him had been enough to make me realize that Travis was someone I was just with out of habit. He was someone I stayed with because we’d been together for so long.
That and he was really fucking hot. I blushed as I wondered if he still kept in as good a shape as he did back when we were still together. Being with him had made for some nights where we got very close to breaking those promises to stay pure for our wedding night, let me tell you.
There were times that I almost wished he’d broken that promise with me rather than that rando. But that didn’t matter. I was with Travis now and he was everything I wanted in a man. It was time to let Wade know that. I walked over and grabbed my phone, forgetting that I was supposed to be getting back into my clothes so the seamstress could see her next client.
I tapped into the phone. My thumbs landed on the glass with such force that I almost expected the glass to spiderweb and break, but it didn’t.
“What do you want?” I asked.
The response was immediate. As though he’d been sitting by his phone waiting for me to send a response. As though he expected me to respond right away. The prick.
“You know what I want,” he said.
“Well you’re not getting it,” I said. “Unlike some people I actually stayed faithful for my husband.”
“So you’re saying it’s still something that I could have? Very interesting. And here I thought I’d be getting future hubby’s sloppy seconds.”
I resisted the urge to chuck my phone across the room. Barely. The thing was expensive and I couldn’t afford to replace it right now, no matter how cathartic it might be to chuck the phone and Wade’s messages as far from me as possible. Yet at the same time I found myself thinking of sweaty nights in the sheets in my dorm room with Wade on top of me. With his cock rubbing against me and I’d been so tempted to pull my panties aside and give him what he wanted. There was a lot of unfinished business there, and it felt wrong to think of it like that but there it was.
Talking with him like this was dangerous. Especially when he was using mind tricks or something on me to get me to admit things I didn’t want to.
“It doesn’t matter whether or not I’ve had sex with Travis. The point is I’m not having sex with you. I don’t know why you’d think the agreement was still a thing after all these years,” I texted back at him.
“Why wouldn’t I? I still remember the way you felt under me, baby, and I know you can’t forget it either,” he sent back.
This time I did let out a muffled groan that I only just managed to cover up. I didn’t want anyone out in the bridal shop to realize what was going on in here. Not that I was entirely sure what was going on in here, for that matter. I was having an argument with an old flame, but all I could think about was exactly what he said. How good it felt to be under him. It had been so hot, and I’d always felt like there was something missing because I never got to have that final experience with him.
“I am not having sex with you,” I sent to him.
“Funny. You keep saying that, but you haven’t said you don’t want to,” he sent back. “Is there something you’re holding back from me baby?”
Another frustrated growl threatened. I just managed to hold back from smashing the face of the phone with my fist. That would be bad too. I needed to end this conversation before I destroyed my phone and really got myself in trouble. Travis wouldn’t like it if we had to pay for a new phone on top of all the expenses we were dealing with because everybody liked to jack up their prices by a thousand percent if they got the faintest hint that there was a wedding in the offing.
“Fuck off, Wade,” I said.
“That’s the idea,” he sent back almost as soon as my message was sent. I growled and put the phone back on the bench where it couldn’t cause any trouble. I quickly dressed myself, I didn’t want to have the seamstress walk in on me with another client, and stuffed my phone in my purse before I could think about the messages there or give into the temptation to text Wade again.
One thing was for damn sure. Texting Wade had awakened something inside me. I was turned on in a way that I hadn’t been in a long time, and I was going to give Travis one hell of a good time tonight! Maybe we weren’t going all the way yet, but I’d been playing this game long enough that I knew a thing or two about blowing a guy’s mind without letting him get in between my legs.
At least not with his dick. I smiled as I made my way out of the bridal shop. Tonight was going to be a fun night, and I wasn’t going to think of my cheating jerk of an ex-boyfriend once the entire time. It was time to get with the man of my dreams. The man I was going to marry.
The lucky bastard who would be the first one to ever fuck me on our wedding night. Agreement or no agreement with stupid Wade.
2: Carried Away
Travis:
I looked away from my
computer and down to the notification on my phone and smiled at what I saw there. It looked like Michelle was busy trying on her dress. I knew it was supposed to be bad luck for the groom to see his blushing bride in her wedding dress before the big day, but it’s not like there was a good way for me to miss all the updates she was sending out over the Internet without unfriending her entirely which wasn’t happening.
I swiped to take a look at it. She looked beautiful. Of course I knew what she’d look like in her dress. After all, I had been the one to help her pick the thing out. Sure we got some weird looks from some of the ladies in the shop, but whatever. We weren’t all that big on tradition, after all, and those ladies could take their dresses and stuff it where the sun didn’t shine for all I cared.
I frowned. At least we weren’t ones for tradition when it came to most things. As I looked over that picture of my gorgeous wife in her dress, though, I couldn’t help but think of a few things I’d like to do to her in that dress. She was gorgeous, and the dress had a way of pressing her tits up that made her look a little better endowed than she actually was.
Not that I minded her breasts. I was a big fan, actually. It’s just that they looked nice the way they were pressing up and straining at that material. I wanted to get my hands in that dress. And I couldn’t fucking wait for the wedding day when I’d finally have a chance to get with her because that meant I’d finally get a chance to be with my wife in every possible way.
I sighed in frustration and looked around. I didn’t want anyone at the office to notice that I was suddenly sporting a very awkward hard on. No, it wouldn’t do to have a sexual harassment lawsuit handed down on me because I was looking at sexy pictures of my wife-to-be and thinking about how nice it would be if we could actually fuck.
I figured she’d probably been with a guy before even if she told me she hadn’t. I was actually a little surprised that she decided to stick with that whole good girl routine after we’d been together for as long as we had, but she was so good at everything else in the sack that I figured it would be worth it to wait for the wedding night even if she did have this weird thing about waiting.
