Long Distance Lust: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  "Well then. If you're absolutely sure this is what you want…"

  "I'm positive," I said. "I need to try this. I need to watch you with another man."

  "I wonder if Tyler is still nearby,” she said. “I’m still friends with him on social media, you know…"

  I grinned. The little minx. As much as she’d told me there was nothing happening between her and Tyler back in the day, it was obvious she enjoyed the idea of getting with him. Hell, I enjoyed the idea of her getting with him, so who was I to get upset that she’d stayed in touch?

  Only more than anything there was another blast from the even deeper past that I kept thinking about getting with Madison.

  Kyle.

  I couldn't help myself. Though considering how she’d felt about him back in the day, I figured I probably wasn't ever going to bring up the idea of her getting with Kyle.

  Even as I had that thought, though, I knew it for the bullshit that it was. Hadn't I thought the same thing about revealing this fantasy to her?

  At the very least, it was going to be a good little while before I worked up the nerve to bring up the idea of tracking down Kyle. And in the meantime it seemed like there was plenty of fantasy life ahead of us to explore!

  15

  Showing Off

  I pulled up the white dress and turned to give myself a final look in the mirror. I smiled. I liked what I saw.

  Maybe I was being a little full of myself, but I loved the way I looked. I knew I had the sort of body that drove the men wild. The sort of body that made them immediately turn and take notice, even if they were with another woman. It had caused more than a few slaps when I walked by, not that it was my fault.

  And I knew that this was the sort of dress that showed off everything I had perfectly. I looked myself up and down and tried to imagine a guy looking me up and down. Tried to imagine what it would be like if he was staring at me for the first time.

  I licked my lips. This was going to be fun. I’d learned that I liked showing off. Liked it a lot. That was what I got out of this whole fantasy Sean and I had worked out.

  Of course the thing was skintight on me. I was supposed to wear a bra, strapless of course, but I wasn't bothering with the bra this time around. No, that would ruin the show. That would ruin a hell of a lot of the fun. Much better to leave it like it was.

  The sheer white material showed my nipples perfectly. They were dark circles in the center of the otherwise white top. Down below the dress molded to my body and barely went down to below my ass. I could even see the dark outline of the bikini panties I wore underneath. This was a dress that really called for a thong, but I wasn't a fan of wearing thongs at work unless it was a special occasion.

  Though what I was doing right now almost rose to the level of being a special occasion.

  I took a deep breath. I felt anticipation, though it was nothing compared to how I felt when I started doing this sort of thing. There really was nothing like the first time. That rush of excitement. The knowledge that I was doing something naughty while also knowing that I had my husband's permission to do that naughty something.

  Still, I got a rush from this nonetheless. This was going to be a hell of a lot of fun even if it didn’t exactly feel like the first time.

  I turned and made my way out of the changing room. Walked down the hall, heels clicking on the tile. This place was completely deserted. Not many women came into the mall during this time of day to shop. Hell, not many women had a job where they could get away from their desks long enough to have a shopping break. I suppose I was lucky in that respect.

  Though I'd won the lottery at my workplace in more ways than one. And one of those ways was staring at his phone as I moved down the hall.

  Samuel, though he insisted that everybody call him Sam, looked up and his eyes bugged out. I suppose he probably wasn't expecting me to actually try this on, though I had told him that whatever he picked out I would try on for him. Even when he grabbed something that looked like it belonged on a girl going out to the clubs rather than a woman looking for a nice business casual dress to wear to work.

  He thought he was pulling a fast one on me, never having any idea that I would actually go through with it. That I got turned on at the idea of going through with it.

  And why wouldn't I get turned on? Sam was one hell of a hot hunk of college guy. His dark skin was a sharp contrast to the white button up shirt he wore. He had a red tie that added a splash of color to his get up. He was muscular, and he was so damn hot.

  I knew I’d be the envy of just about every girl on my floor if they knew I was out here with him right now, but of course he was a good boy and he wasn’t going to say anything to any of them. I'd made that absolutely clear. The moment he breathed a word of this was the moment I denied everything, nixed his internship, and we were done with the fun.

  That had been enough to get professions of undying loyalty from him. Not that I expected any less.

  "So what do you think Sam?" I asked.

  "Damn Mrs. Thomas," he said.

  I wagged a finger at him. "What did I tell you about that Mrs. Thomas stuff? I'm not that much older than you, you know."

  In reality I was probably a good seven or eight years older than him. He was just finishing up his undergrad. Though it still didn't quite feel to me like it had been that many years since Sean and I graduated. Since we got engaged and married shortly after. It had been a quick seven or eight years, not the least of which because we were constantly getting up to new adventures with one another.

  New adventures like the adventure I was getting up to with Sam right now.

  "So you're sure you like this? You don't think it makes my ass look too big?"

  I turned around and thrust my ass at him in a well practiced move. I knew just how good it looked. I spent an hour in the gym every morning working out, doing weights and cardio, to make sure I looked as good today as I did when I graduated all those years ago.

  Yeah, I was probably even hotter than most of the girls he partied with back at his school. I was toned and hot from plenty of time working out. Most of them were probably doughy from letting themselves go after three or four years of drinking constantly and relying on genetics and youth rather than hard work.

  “You look so fucking hot Madison,” he breathed.

  I turned and beamed down at him. "That's so sweet of you to say."

  I leaned down and brushed my lips against his cheek. That had the added effect of thrusting my tits right in his face. Not a hint of sag in the girls. Of course I had a nice set of perky breasts that weren’t going to feel the ravages of gravity anyways, but it was still nice to know they still pointed up and out like they were supposed to rather than down like some girls I knew.

  I turned and made my way back towards the changing room. I made sure to put some extra sway in my step as I walked. I wanted him to get one hell of an eyeful as I moved. That was the point of being in a dress this tight, after all!

  I stopped before I got to the hallway leading back to the changing rooms. Put an arm up against the wall and looked over my shoulder.

  "You know I was having a lot of trouble getting the zipper up. I'm not sure I'll be able to get it down without help. Maybe you'd be willing to give me a hand?"

  I didn't wait to see what his response would be. No, I just turned and finished my walk back to the changing room. I was sure to pick one near the very back. That way I wouldn't have to worry too much about other people coming back and interrupting us.

  I didn’t even bother to turn around when I clearly heard him coming down the hall behind me. No, he would follow me like a lamb to the slaughter. It was almost too easy after so long a doing this. It was a game that my husband and I always enjoyed playing.

  I had barely gotten the door closed when I felt a presence on the other side. He opened it without knocking, and that was fine with me.

  "So you decided to come and help me out?" I asked.

  "You looked like y
ou could use some help," he said.

  He licked his lips and stepped in, looking around the small changing room in disbelief. It was a look I'd seen it before. He thought I was hot, and he was having trouble believing he was actually getting a chance to get with me.

  It was a look I'd seen time and again, and it was something that never failed to turn me on. Knowing that a guy wanted me that much was such a turn on. I felt the familiar fire as I saw him looking me up and down.

  Yeah, lamb to the slaughter.

  "So why don't you help me?"

  "Oh," he said.

  I wanted to giggle. He sounded almost disappointed. I always liked to play with them a little bit before I actually had my fun. Make them think I'd actually brought him back here just to help with the zipper. He was just young enough, just naïve enough, that he might actually believe that.

  And so he did just that. Pulled down on the zipper exposing my back. I turned around, keeping my arm under my breasts so the dress wouldn’t fall down. I didn't want that to happen just yet.

  "So what do you think?" I asked.

  He licked his lips. "I still think you're beautiful Mrs… Madison."

  "I was hoping you would say something like that," I said.

  I moved my arm to the side. Let the dress fall down. Sam's eyes went wide as he stared at my breasts on display for him. They stood out proudly. My nipples were rock hard points begging for his touch, though all he did was stand there and stare for the moment. He looked stunned.

  That was fine with me. That reaction got me just as turned on as anything else.

  "Holy shit Madison," he said.

  "Do you like these as much as you like the dress?"

  "More!"

  "So do you want to feel me?"

  His eyes went down to my hand. Particularly to the ring on my finger. That was another reaction I'd gotten used to seeing with guys when I was out on my own. When I didn't have my husband around to explain the situation.

  "What would your husband think?"

  "If I don't give a fuck then why should you?"

  That seemed to be the push that he needed. Immediately his hands moved up and caressed my breasts. I threw my head back and gasped. I never got tired of feeling a new man's hands on my body. Something that I never thought I would've done when I originally got married to Sean. Something that I thought would stay firmly in the realm of my fantasy life. A fantasy life that was created by Sean telling me how much he got turned on by other guys staring at me.

  "God that's it Sam," I said. "Right there. You're so good at this."

  "Yeah, I bet you're pretty good too," he said.

  "Why don't you find out?"

  His reaction was immediate. His hands moved down to the bottom of my dress. He pulled up and then he was picking me up. Pressing me against the back wall of the changing room. Against the mirror. I'm sure that gave him quite a good view of himself as he got in position.

  I moved my hands down below and worked at his belt. At his zipper. I fished his cock out and then he was grinding up against my pussy, but my panties were still in the way.

  God, this reminded me of that first night that Sean and I had explored this fantasy with one another. It had been a position very similar to this, with a dress pulled down exposing my tits and bunched up at my middle. And yet it was another man doing it to me now. Running his hands all over me. Running them up and down my legs and up to squeeze my ass.

  I moaned. I couldn't help myself. It was so fucking hot. It never ceased being fucking hot no matter how many times I did this!

  "What are you waiting for? Fuck me!"

  Sam reached down and I felt and heard a tear as my panties were ripped to the side. Then his cock was pressing against my pussy and oh God there it was. Just what I needed. What I’d needed ever since the first time I saw him walking onto my floor. I knew at that moment that I was going to be exploring this naughty fantasy with him. Hell, I'd had more than a little fun with exploring all the things that I would do with this guy with Sean.

  I knew that my husband probably had a rock hard cock right now. He knew that if anything was going to happen, it would happen on the lunch hour. I'd kept him entertained time and again while we were fucking telling him about all the naughty flirtations that I got up to with the sexy new college intern, but this went above and beyond anything that had happened so far.

  I sighed in contentment as his cock slammed home inside me and then he started pounding in and out of me with the sort of vigor that could only come from a young college stud who still had incredible stamina coupled with not yet learning that sometimes slow and steady was the way to go.

  Not that I cared. No, with my tits bouncing and his cock sliding deep inside me with every thrust all I wanted was more of him as quickly as he could give it to me. God this was fucking hot!

  Over and over he plowed into me. Over and over I had to bite my lip and I let out little squeals rather than full on moans. No, I didn't want the rest of the world to know what was going on in here.

  It was one thing to feel the thrill of fucking in public like this, it was another thing entirely to have the people who ran the store calling mall security and then eventually the police. A public indecency charge was not the sort of thing that I needed. Particularly when I was fucking the hot intern. That would get around pretty damn quick at work, and it could potentially have career consequences.

  So while it was hot to fuck him and think about those consequences, think about how naughty this was, think about how much trouble I was in, it was I could potentially get in, it was another thing entirely to actually risk of those things happening.

  No, playing it safe was another thing that we were very careful to do. Though this time around I wasn't precisely playing it safe. He wasn’t using a condom. Oops.

  Birth control would just have to take care of that, and I'd have to hope he was clean. I’d just gotten so carried away. He was so hot. I was so eager to fulfill my husband's naughty desire.

  I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer. He had a look of concentration on his face that I recognized from younger guys who were trying to keep it together. So I leaned forward. Helped push him over that edge. At this point I was an expert at manipulating the guys fucking me. I had plenty of practice, after all.

  "Do it. Fill me with your come. I'm going to fuck my husband later and I want to be full of your come when he blows his load inside me!"

  Sam grunted in surprise at that and his eyes went wide as he slammed inside me one final time. I hadn't quite gone over the edge, but with the way he was frantically pumping inside me I hadn't expected that to happen anyways. No, I was just going to enjoy this moment. Enjoy the feeling of this hot college stud’s cock in my body. Sawing in and out of me.

  The real fun would come later when my husband fucked me with another man's seed deep inside me. Sure I’d told Sam that I was letting my husband fuck me with his come inside me. What I had no intention of telling him was that we’d both been looking forward to that for quite some time now. No, sometimes it was better if the guy I was fucking didn’t know he was a piece on the side, though I might have to tell this one eventually if Sean decided he wanted a show in person.

  Sam held himself there for a moment longer and I gasped a couple of times for good measure. I wanted him to know that I was enjoying myself even if I hadn't exactly come.

  And then it was done. He very nearly collapsed back, and I had to catch myself against the wall because him collapsing back meant there was no longer anything holding me up. Oops.

  "Damn Madison," he said. "That was fucking intense!"

  I leaned forward and kissed him. Something we hadn't had time for in the powerful animalistic fucking he'd just given me.

  "You don't have to tell me that twice. That was pretty good. We’re going to have to go shopping like this more often, don't you think?"

  "You're damn right we do!" he said.

  Already I could feel his seed starting to leak out o
f me. And that was going to create a bit of a problem. Particularly with the already torn underwear I had. Well, I was just going to have to deal with this. I had an emergency pair in my purse for just such an occasion. I'd tossed them in this morning on the off chance that the fantasy scenario I'd been dreaming of finally actually happened.

  "Why don't you run along back out there? The fun’s over for now, but we’ll have to do this again."

  "You're damn right we will!" he said.

  Once Sam was out of the room I pulled out my phone. There was one more thing to do before I got cleaned up. I lifted a leg up and put it on the bench. Made sure that some of his seed was dribbling out. And then I reached down with my phone and snapped a quick shot which I sent off to my husband with a message that he wasn't to open that message around anybody.

  I smiled. That would be a nice surprise for him. Something to tide him over and let him know just how naughty his wife was being today at work. I got hot just thinking about him sitting at his desk with his rock hard cock. Sitting through meetings and thinking about me rather than the numbers they were going over.

  I still felt a little dizzy and lightheaded. I couldn't believe we were actually doing this, but at the same time I couldn't imagine not doing it. God this was so fucking hot!

  Who knew that I would enjoy being a slut for my husband so much?

  16

  Back Home

  I leaned back in bed and stared at my phone. At the text message I'd gotten from Madison earlier in the day.

  How fucking hot was it that while I was busy managing an emergency at work she was getting fucked in what looked like some changing room at the mall? One of the things she loved, and I was ambivalent about, was how close she was to shopping with her job in one of the fancy towers downtown. If it delivered results like this, though, I was about to be a hell of a lot less ambivalent about all the money she spent on her lunch hour!