A Hotwife's Journey

by Delores Swallows

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  A horn blasted from behind and he realised the lights had changed to green.

  “Dad!” Lucy looked appalled. “You shouldn’t use your phone when you’re driving.”

  He dropped the mobile on his seat between his thighs and accelerated through the junction, wondering what Lucy would say if she knew what the text was about. What would their daughters do if they knew Mummy had slept with another man to satisfy Daddy’s lust?

  As he caught up with the line of cars ahead, his phone vibrated against his crotch. Another text, but no chance of reading it until he’d dropped the girls off.

  He pulled into a space close to the school gates and Lucy kissed his cheek and got out of the passenger seat.

  Violet leaned over from the back seats. “Have you remembered about tonight?”

  Nigel sighed. “Yes. Cinema, nine-thirty. But you’d better text me later to make sure my dementia-addled brain hasn’t forgotten.”

  She climbed out to join her sister on the pavement. He thought about reading the text immediately, but when he checked the door mirror he could see several cars waiting for any available spaces. He pulled out into the traffic and headed for work, relieved when he joined a queue at a T-junction.

  Snatching his phone from the seat, he opened with his fingerprint and saw the small red circle indicating the new, unread message. A weird sense of foreboding filled him. He couldn’t decide which he feared the most—that his wife had fucked another man, or that she hadn’t.

  He touched his finger to the screen to open the app. Karen’s message was brief:

  What do you think? ??

  Nigel stared at the screen, his gut suddenly cold.

  His beautiful wife had fucked another man, and it was all his own fault. Images filled his head, but not the hot snapshots he’d enjoyed lately of Karen with her legs wrapped around a trim waist, rising to meet every thrust. He saw Karen as she’d looked on the first night they’d met, her hair so long it hung all the way down her back. He remembered waking up with her in his tiny flat after their first night together; he remembered her smiling at him as she walked up the aisle in the stunning wedding dress with her hair in a long French plait over one shoulder.

  The thought of her with Sean seemed far from exciting now, and the blame rested at his own door. It had been his suggestion in the first place, becoming more of an obsession over the following days. And then, after their session in the spare room next to the exercise bike, he’d upgraded his suggestion to a request, almost an order.

  It had been at his insistence that Karen had allowed another man to use her body.

  The traffic started moving again and Nigel drove the rest of the way thinking about her playful text. The winking emoji suggested she’d enjoyed herself.

  After arriving at his unit, Nigel slumped down behind the desk in his small office, too distracted to think about starting the heating process in the injection moulding machine. Your wife’s been with another man. Suddenly another thought hit him, bringing a coldness he’d never experienced before: what if Karen wanted more than a physical fling?

  What if she actually falls in love with Sean?

  Sean probably had a lot of things in common with Karen—maybe more than even he did. They were both scientists and worked in the same industry, and they famously agreed on many aspects within their team; they were a similar age, and undoubtedly attracted to each other physically as well as intellectually.

  But they didn’t have children together and hadn’t a shared twenty-year history. Nigel fought to keep his paranoia under control.

  He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back on the threadbare, well-worn office chair. Banishing the negative thoughts and almost smiling at his own over-active imagination, he tried to concentrate on the positives, which were the fantasies he’d enjoyed since the first mention of her trip to Copenhagen and meeting Sean.

  Nigel pictured her expression while she and Sean were flirting, visualised her body language as she slowly warmed to the guy she’d only seen during weblinks. He wondered how many hours it had taken between their first meeting in person and them becoming lovers. Had they used her room, or his?

  Imagining them slowly removing each other’s clothes made Nigel’s stomach tingle in a nice way. Although the twinge of jealousy and regret still lingered in the back of his mind, he still rejoiced in the thrill of knowing that tomorrow night Karen would be home. He’d listen to her describing the sex she’d had with Sean, and then he’d take her in his arms and show her how much he loved her.

  He felt the straining of his erection inside his work trousers. He considered jacking off here in his office, then remembered Karen had instructed him to save it. She’d said she’d make it worth his while, so he was happy to wait. The idea of her whispering things in his ear while stroking his dick added to the strain inside his pants, so he stood up and filled the kettle, then went to turn on the heater in the machine. By the time he’d finished another brew, the machine would be ready to go.

  Once he’d started the injection moulding process, Nigel didn’t have time to think about what had happened between Karen and Sean. It wasn’t until mid-afternoon that he returned to his office and ate the sandwich and apple he’d packed earlier that morning.

  When he checked his phone, Nigel saw he had three messages. His heart raced as he clicked through the texts, but none was from Karen. He sighed, laughing at his own impatience. Two of the messages were from his accountant, the other from Lucy. She’d invited a friend back for tea and asked if Nigel could give him a lift home on his way to pick up Violet from the cinema.

  Nigel read her message again and couldn’t help smiling. Lucy hadn’t invited a boy back for tea before, so maybe this ‘friend’ was someone she considered special. At least he’d have one interesting thing to tell Karen when she came home tomorrow.

  He emailed the accountant the information she’d requested, checked the cooled mouldings, then cleaned out the machine. By the time he’d finished sorting things out at work and driven home, it was almost six o’clock. He found Lucy and her friend, a good-looking boy named Charlie, in the conservatory listening to music while pretending to do their homework.

  “Do you two fancy a Chinese banquet from the takeaway?”

  Both nodded enthusiastically and Nigel phoned in the order, happy that the forty-five-minute wait for delivery meant he had plenty of time to shower and change before eating.

  As he stood under the cascade of hot water, his thoughts wandered back to what Karen had done the previous night. He remembered the way she’d acted a few days earlier in the spare bedroom, bent over the dresser and pushing herself back to meet his thrusts. He suspected she would have shown the exact same eagerness with Sean—he was certain it’d been the thought of what might happen in Copenhagen that had spurred her on.

  Nigel’s dick swelled as he washed himself, and again he had to fight the urge to relieve some of the pressure that had built up. But there was no way he was going to jack off in the shower while his daughter and her boyfriend were downstairs.

  After drying off, Nigel walked back into the bedroom and dressed in t-shirt and jeans. Back downstairs, he saw a new text from Karen, which had arrived fifteen minutes earlier.

  Sorry for the long silence - meetings all day and a delegates dinner tonight.

  Looking forward to telling you everything tomorrow. Kxx

  The tingle was back in his stomach, and by now the cold ache of jealousy was just a distant memory. The doorbell announced the arrival of dinner, and by the time they’d eaten it’d be time to take Charlie home and pick up Violet and her friend.

  Then it’d be just tonight to get through before Karen came home.

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  Chapter Four

  Nigel spent most of Wednesday in a state of nervous anticipation. He couldn’t concentrate at work, then dawdled so long in the superma
rket choosing a bottle of wine for Karen that he was late picking up the girls from their after-school clubs. Karen wouldn’t arrive home until after nine, and she’d already told him she’d eat at the airport before the flight.

  After dinner, the girls loaded the plates into the dishwasher and tidied the kitchen while Nigel went to shower and change. Karen had texted earlier to say she’d boarded, so by now she’d probably be somewhere over the North Sea. He trimmed his beard and brushed his teeth, then dressed in clean shirt and jeans, amused by his own nervousness; he was acting like someone going on a first date, rather than a man welcoming home his wife of almost twenty years.

  The tightness in his stomach prevented him from relaxing as he sat in the living room. Although both his daughters had schoolbooks on their laps, they seemed to be enthralled by the inane reality show on TV. Nigel closed his eyes and thought about suggesting a more grown-up version of reality show, where couples said goodbye to each other and then the wife disappeared for a few days to fuck a complete stranger. She could then come back to the studio and describe everything she’d done with the other man while the husband listened in rapture.

  His phone beeped; Karen had already collected her luggage. She’d be home in thirty.

  “Mum’s landed,” he announced, though neither girl seemed capable of tearing her attention from the screen, where a guy with orange skin and numerous piercings was talking in an affected, whiny voice.

  After what felt like an eternity, he heard the taxi pull up outside. At the sound of Karen’s key in the door, both girls jumped up and ran to meet her in the hall. Nigel heard his wife greeting their daughters, and then she appeared in the doorway.

  “Hi.” She stopped just inside the living room and put her laptop bag on the carpet, looking apprehensive.

  Nigel got up from his chair and walked to meet her. Her arms slipped round his waist as he pulled her close and savoured the familiarity of her perfume. “Welcome home.”

  She pulled back and looked into his face, concern in her eyes. “You okay?”

  He smiled and squeezed her arms reassuringly. “I’m fine, and I’m glad you’re back.”

  She held his gaze for a couple of seconds as if trying to gauge his sincerity, then Lucy chipped in with a comment about how Dad had forgotten to pick her up after her maths club.

  “I didn’t forget, I was ten minutes late.” He glanced at Karen, then glared at his daughter. “I got held up in traffic while going to buy food for your dinner. But since you’re in such a chatty mood, why not tell Mum about your boyfriend?”

  Lucy’s eyes went wide. “Charlie’s just a friend.”

  “Hmm,” Nigel muttered. “A friend with benefits.”

  “Dad!” Lucy’s exclamation was shrill, and even Karen looked shocked.

  “Well, he got a Chinese banquet out of his visit.” He smiled at Karen. “Drink?”

  “Ooh, yes please.”

  As he headed out to the kitchen, Nigel heard Lucy explaining how Charlie was just a friend from school. When he returned a minute later with a beer and a glass of white wine, Karen was sitting on the couch between their daughters, telling them about how she’d nearly got run over by a boy on a push bike—and that there are millions of cyclists in Copenhagen.

  Nigel passed Karen her wine and returned to his chair, enjoying watching his wife and daughters catch up on their news. Karen had kicked off her shoes and he stared at her bare feet, feeling a tremble in his groin as he admired the red-painted toenails. He imagined those feet sliding across the sheet of a hotel bed as she slowly parted her legs for another man.

  Karen caught him looking at her and smiled knowingly. Watching his face, she brought her wineglass to her lips and took a sip. His cock swelled inside his jeans.

  The girls headed up to bed at ten, and Karen started toward the kitchen to refill her glass. “Want another beer?”

  Nigel nodded and passed his empty bottle.

  Once she’d returned, Karen curled up against him, leaned close and kissed his cheek. “So, how are you really?”

  His stomach tightened in anticipation. He’d been waiting for this since first making the suggestion. “I’m fine.”

  “And us?” She looked concerned.

  He slipped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “I told you there’d be no repercussions, and there won’t be. We’re good.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you exactly how I feel about it.”

  She laughed and rested her forehead against his. “I think we’d better wait until the girls are asleep, don’t you?”

  He sighed and nodded. Taking a sip of his beer, he tried to sort the million questions he wanted to ask into order. “So, did you feel the spark immediately?”

  “Yes.” Karen looked down at her glass for a second, then back into his eyes. “There was a comfortable familiarity as if we’d known each other for ages.” She shrugged. “Which I suppose, in a way, we have.”

  “That’s all?” He suspected there was something she wasn’t telling him.

  “Well…” She raised her shoulders and frowned, as if she either didn’t know how to put her connection with Sean into words—or didn’t want to.

  He nudged her gently with his arm. “Go on.”

  “I got the impression he’d been looking forward to our meeting as much as I had. At the first informal chat, I caught him staring at me quite a few times, watching my face and checking out my body.”

  “The cad.” He could understand why Sean would do so. “How did it make you feel?”

  She grinned. “It made me feel all tingly, because I knew I was going to fulfil your wish.”

  His stomach tightened and he became aware of a wetness inside his underwear. He didn’t want to ask the sexy stuff until they were in bed, so changed topic. “How did the meeting go as far as the work was concerned? Did you make enough progress to justify the travel budget?”

  “Yeah, I think so. It’s so much easier to get things sorted when we’re all in the same room, and we now have a definite plan of action for the next couple of months.”

  “It wasn’t a case of you and Sean fighting against everyone else?”

  She giggled. “No, not this time.”

  “So there was no siege mentality that pushed you two together?”

  “No.” Karen leaned close and blew in his ear, which always made the hairs on his neck stand up. “The only thing that pushed us together was the fact you’d told me to fuck him.”

  Nigel experienced another surge of excitement. “And that’s what you did?”

  She looked deep into his yes. “Yes.”

  Nigel held his breath for a couple of seconds. “Good.”

  “You’re really okay with it, now we’ve moved from fantasy to reality?”

  “At first it was a bit… weird. But within a few minutes I got a warm, horny feeling.”

  “I still can’t understand why so many men are turned on by this.” She shook her head, obviously puzzled. “I’ve done a little reading about it, but still…”

  He took a deep breath, then decided to come clean. “It’s something I’ve thought about for quite a while.”

  “Really?”

  He nodded.

  “Why? Do you know what started it off?”

  “What do you mean?”

  She still looked surprised he’d been harbouring this secret desire. “I don’t know. Maybe you saw a film or read something in a book where a guy let his wife, you know…”

  “No, I don’t think it was that. I can’t remember if there was a defining moment.” He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I guess as I get older, I worry about you being so much younger and—”

  “You’re not old.”

  “It’s not really about my insecurities, anyway. I get a real buzz out of imagining you with someone else.”

  She chuckled softly. “Men are weird.”

  Nigel smirked, glad that her reading had proved he wasn’t the only perv
ert in the male species. But now he really needed to hear how it all went. He reached over and held her hand. “So, how was it?”

  She smiled, then drained her glass in one go. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

  He put his almost-full beer bottle on the coffee table and went straight toward the stairs. Karen laughed at his enthusiasm, taking his bottle to the kitchen along with her empty glass. After turning the lights off, they headed upstairs and closed their bedroom door. Nigel went into the en suite to brush his teeth. When he returned, Karen had removed her blouse and trousers. She stood by the bed in a lace white bra and matching panties. As she moved towards the bathroom, Nigel stepped in front of her and ran his hands over her hips.

  She laughed. “I was just going to—”

  He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, cupping the back of her head with his hand. Her hair felt incredibly soft against his fingers.

  She broke the kiss and took a breath. “Maybe my teeth can wait.”

  Nigel unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. As the garment fell to the floor, he took a breast in each hand and squeezed, running his thumbs over her nipples.

  Karen sighed and reached down. She stroked his erection through his shorts, then slid her hand inside. Her eyes opened wider. “You’re leaking.”

  He nodded.

  “Lie on the bed.”

  Nigel quickly wrestled off his boxers and lay in the middle of the bed. His cock was up flat against his body, clear precum oozing onto the line of hair below his belly button.

  Karen put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. As she rolled them down her thighs, Nigel stared at her naked body, his eyes fixed on her neatly trimmed bush. She straddled his legs and looked down at his cock. Taking it in her hand, she squeezed out more precum and ran her thumb in slow circles over the slick dome.

  She licked her lips and took a breath. “On the first day, we had a meeting that ran through the evening. It finished about ten, and people started drifting out of the conference centre. Most went to the bar.”