Serving the Billionaire's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  She turned and her hands went to the straps of her sundress. Casually she flicked her hands and the straps fell to the side. The dress pooled at her sandaled feet on the concrete revealing.

  Oh. My. Fucking. God.

  Tiffany wore a two piece that was still fairly modest by the standards of, say, something you'd see during Spring Break, but she made it look like the sexiest damn swimsuit I'd ever seen in my life just because she was the one wearing it. The bottoms were cut like boy shorts with alternating blue and white horizontal stripes that clung to her amazing ass. I was almost hypnotized again as her ass shifted this way and that as she moved.

  She turned to face me again and I thought I might pass out and fall into the pool from the blood loss as my body declared a state of emergency and sent every extra pint of blood available rushing to my cock. The top looked almost like a tube top wrapped around those amazing tits, except it was one of those bikinis that has a little round thing hole in the middle that creates a little window giving a perfect view of the cleavage hiding underneath. Seeing even the hint of those amazing tits made me want to take her right there on the deck.

  I glanced out to the lake to make sure there was nobody paying attention to what was going on up here. This part of the deck wasn’t very secluded, but everyone was so busy having fun on their boats that they didn’t spare a glance for the Sawyer mansion.

  I turned back expecting another show, but she was sitting back in that lounge chair. Not that the view was disappointing, it just wasn't the same as seeing her standing there strutting her stuff. At least that's what I thought until she reached out and pulled out a bottle of tanning oil and...

  Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes!

  I adjusted my legs and, crossed them for good measure to make sure she wouldn’t notice my little predicament as she spread tanning oil on her hands and then started oiling up her legs. God what I would give to be the one putting that oil on those legs. Screw what Mr. Sawyer thought. I'd be more than willing to "help" his wife out with this task even if it meant getting fired! She moved up, closer and closer to that treasure hidden by those swim bottoms. Those delicate fingers paused for a moment, I saw another glance and smile my way just to make sure I was watching, and then I nearly came in my pants as she ran a finger up the inside of those bottoms and along where her pussy lips had to be. Then her fingers were out and back in her suit bottoms from the top running the oil along the inside edge.

  Her delicate little hands, hands that I was picturing wrapped around my cock as she sat on her knees in front of me looking up with those deep blue eyes and I didn’t give a damn if this was my boss's wife we were talking about because holy fuck was this hot, moved up her trim stomach. I could see the muscles in her stomach flexing as she ran those hands up and down in a way that I very much wouldn't mind doing myself as I pulled her body against me.

  It was wrong. This was Mr. Sawyer's wife. The ultimate forbidden fruit if I wanted to keep my job and not risk having a billionaire hire a hitman or whatever it is old dudes who couldn't personally beat the crap out of me did. And yet all I could think about was kissing those lips. Feeling that body against me. Sinking my cock inside her hot wet pussy. It was still early enough in the day that we had plenty of time before the man of the house got home.

  And I wanted nothing more than to be the man of the house for this hottie in the meantime.

  Tiffany ran a hand along her arm but when she saw me looking again her attention turned to rubbing the oil into the area just above her chest. Her hands moved lower. And lower. I leaned forward and thought about the long list of people that I would happily kill for the opportunity to have my own hands there putting that oil on this delectable blonde wife. Mr. Sawyer was a lucky ancient bastard who got to touch those tits whenever he wanted to. Did he realize how the universe smiled on him?

  Well, he was a billionaire after all. I'm sure he realized how the world had smiled on him on a regular basis, but whatever.

  Tiffany lowered her sunglasses and locked eyes with me again. A grin split her face and, oh shit. Her hand plunged below her bikini top, only instead of just running oil along the inside the entire top came down and for a moment there were those magnificent tits with their glorious little pink peaks on display for me and me alone.

  Then the bikini top was back and I was left with the memory of that moment seared into my brain. She grinned, her teeth showing, and I melted. I was thinking dirty thoughts about this gorgeous trophy wife, thoughts of things I’d do to her that old Mr. Sawyer probably never imagined.

  I'm pretty sure I knew what part of my body was doing the thinking at that point, and it wasn't the part that was overly concerned with maintaining job stability. Or the part that was concerned with the fact that in addition to being my sort-of employer this was a married woman standing in front of me looking like a walking wet dream. Yet somehow the rational part of my mind managed to take control. Managed to if not get rid of the naughty thoughts running through my mind, at least suppress them to the point that I wasn’t going to do anything stupid like act on them. I was going to be good.

  And have one hell of a jerkoff session later.

  Still, I figured deciding to be good was what really mattered. I was going to stand strong. I was going to do the right thing.

  "Can you help me out over here?" Tiffany asked.

  Right. Fuck doing the right thing.

  I raised an eyebrow but walked over, curious as to where this was going. She turned and pointed to the spot where her bikini was tied together around her neck. I licked my lips. Was she serious?

  I raised my hand and hesitated for a moment, but only just a moment. Married woman. Potential loss of cushy job. Angry billionaire who'd built his initial fortune through questionable legality if the rumors were to be believed with resources to hire whoever he wanted to make me disappear. Horny me. Ah, to hell with it. After all, who was I to argue with a beautiful woman asking me to help her undress? I pulled on the knot and the bikini top fell loose, but she caught it before it fell to the ground.

  Tiffany looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Have to make sure and get an even tan.”

  I gasped even as my cock started to swell in my pants. Her delicate hands were the only thing containing those magnificent tits. I wanted to throw her down on that lounge chair and have my way with her right there.

  "I see you're enjoying the show," she said.

  "Oh hell yes."

  "Do you think you could help me out again?"

  "I'll do whatever you want," I said.

  Tiffany leaned over with one hand holding her bikini top in place even as I willed it to drop. In leaning over she was giving me a perfect view of the most amazing ass I'd ever had the privilege of seeing in my short life. The thin bikini material left absolutely nothing to the imagination and that perfect ass swayed back and forth as she made a production of reaching for her tanning oil. Those perfect cheeks were so close that I worried they might brush against the tip of my cock as it tented out from my swim trunks. Those perfect cheeks were so close that I prayed they would brush against the tip of my cock as it tented out from my swim trunks.

  Tiffany popped up and turned around holding the bottle of tanning oil in her hand. As she turned her stomach brushed the tip of my cock. She glanced down and then locked eyes with me, a huge knowing smile on her face.

  "Do you think you could help me with my tanning oil?"

  3: A Helping Hand

  I looked at the tanning oil in her hand. I looked at her standing there with just her arm holding her bikini top in place. I considered that she’d just sat putting tanning oil on while I watched and wasn’t going to need a retouch for hours let alone a few minutes after she finished. Tanning oil was the last thing she needed on a day like today.

  Story time.

  Back in my younger days when I was still hopeless with the ladies I got a call out of the blue from Tiffany Arnold, the same one of school dance fame I mentioned earlier, asking me to come over t
o her place because her parents were out of town and she wanted to watch a movie. Now you and I both know that Tiffany wasn't interested in watching a movie that night, but like I said I was hopeless. And oblivious. Tiffany is pouring it on thick leaning against me and putting her face right up against mine and if I'd just gone in for the kiss I would've been golden. I would have been a legend. I would've lived every guy's fantasy that night.

  But I didn't and she started dating some guy from the basketball team the next week. I only found out that she was into me later when a rumor started going around school that I was gay. It's not like it was a malicious rumor or anything. It's just that who gets that close to getting with Tiffany Arnold and doesn't make a move?

  A guy who's clueless. That's who.

  So I made it my mission from that day forward to take advantage of those moments whenever they popped up. Sure I crashed and burned once in awhile, but I'd gotten a pretty good feel for when an opportune moment was presenting itself.

  And I'd say that the hottest woman I'd ever seen in my life, the woman I’d been fantasizing about since the first time she showed up at the yacht club, asking me to rub oil on her body when there was absolutely no need for it was about as opportune as a moment was ever going to get. Besides, it was just putting on some oil. It's not like Mr. Sawyer could get jealous about that, right? He had told me to do whatever it took to keep his wife happy, right?

  "Uh, sure. I can help you with that."

  Tiffany sat back on the lounge chair and closed her eyes. "I thought you'd say that."

  My hands shook as I leaned down and squirted some of the tanning oil on my hands. I reached out and felt like I was touching a hot stove as my fingers made contact with that perfectly smooth skin. Tiffany let out a cute little noise that could only be described as a purr as I started rubbing the oil in. I worked my way up to her knee and then moved to the other leg, perhaps reluctant to take it any further and perhaps just a little afraid of what might happen if I moved up. My whole body shook in spasms as I caressed that perfect body.

  I worked my way up to her thighs and felt lightheaded as my fingers traced along the edges of her bikini bottoms, but instead of tracing the same path her fingers had taken earlier I skipped over the ultimate prize and started rubbing lotion into her stomach instead. Only, was that a disappointed sigh that I heard?

  I made my way up her sides taking the time to enjoy the feel of this perfect woman's glorious body. Another quiet sigh escaped her lips. Her stomach felt rock hard and it was obvious that she spent plenty of time at the gym. Maybe we would get in some workout time together later. She shifted ever so slightly.

  "Oh that feels so good, but I think you missed a spot," she said.

  I stopped and looked up at her face. That smile. Those eyes. The way she was biting her lip. Did she really mean what I thought she meant?

  "I don't know Tiffany," I said. My dick was threatening to throttle the more rational parts of my brain as I said it, but I still had some standards. Like not wanting to die young.

  "Why not?"

  "What about your husband?"

  "What about him?"

  I paused for a second. The matter of fact way she said that. The flash of those blue eyes. What was I getting myself into? And did I care because holy shit she looked and felt amazing and getting with Tiffany was a big fucking fantasy that looked like it was now mine for the taking.

  "Would he, uh, would he appreciate us doing this?"

  Tiffany locked eyes with me and pulled her sunglasses down. I swallowed.

  "What do you think he hired you for?" she asked. "Why do you think you got a call after I saw you at the club?"

  And suddenly a lot of things started to make sense. The ridiculous amounts of money, for me at least, that were being thrown around. The little show a moment ago. I was a tool they were using in some sort of freaky addition to their sex life. At least that's what it seemed like. Assuming she wasn't lying. Was I okay with being used like that?

  Who the fuck was I kidding?

  "Why me?" I asked. Again, I was kicking myself for not just diving in, but I had to know.

  Tiffany didn't hesitate before answering though.

  "Because you're so fucking hot," she said. “Besides, when he sprang this little fantasy I said I get to be the one to pick the guy. You're the one I picked. Do you need to know anything beyond that?”

  "Fantasy?"

  She leaned forward. "He's into watching. Real kinky shit. As the trophy wife I go along with whatever kinky shit he wants, though I have to admit..." she paused to look me up and down and I felt a thrill run through me as she did so. "In this case this is some freaky kinky shit I could really get behind if it lets you get behind me."

  Damn. Hot and forward. I think I was in love. I still couldn't believe that this was happening to me, this is the sort of thing that happened in bad pornos or something, but still. Damn!

  I glanced down. I mean sure I stayed in shape. I wasn’t on a team or anything but I swam laps at school. I like to think I looked pretty good, and knowing that Tiffany had noticed was making that interview and why I was being paid so much suddenly start to make more sense. They weren't paying me to help her out. I was a gigolo. I was being paid to fuck one of the hottest women I'd ever run across. And all I had to do was let Mr. Sawyer watch.

  "Is he watching now?" I asked.

  She shrugged. "Who knows? He has cameras all over the place so it's possible. I figure why worry? Why not just go along with it and have some fun? You want to have fun with me, don't you?"

  "Fuck yeah I do!"

  And why the hell was I sitting here questioning everything instead of just going with it? Hot woman. Guaranteed sex all summer long. A huge paycheck to go along with it. And all I had to do was deal with the idea that some old creeper might be jerking it to me having my way with his wife off in some creepy billionaire safe room somewhere. Seemed like a small price to pay for the perfect summer scenario. They could use me all day and all night long as far as I was concerned. I was going to take this horny wife. There was no stopping it.

  So I went for it. Sometimes life comes together in a perfect way, and I sure as hell didn't plan on questioning it!

  4: Job Duties

  My fingers danced lower along her stomach and she let out a little giggle. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers as my fingers made contact with the edge of her bikini bottoms. Her eyes widened in surprise at the kiss but then with another sexy little purr her mouth was open and our tongues were dancing back and forth. The smell of her tanning oil mixed with her taste as our mouths came together filling the air with an intoxicating scent that mixed with the smell of the pool beside us and the lake down below.

  Tiffany growled as my fingers brushed the lips of her pussy. She moaned into my mouth and one of her hands wrapped around my head and pulled me against her. It took every bit of self control I had not to climb on top of her right there and fuck her senseless, but no. If I was getting the opportunity to explore this exquisite woman, the subject of my fantasies since the first time I saw her, then I was going to make the most of it.

  Her pussy was almost completely shaved which was a very pleasant surprise. I parted her lips and was rewarded with a gasp as I slid one of my fingers into her slick wet warmth. Her moaning grew louder and more insistent as I ran a finger around her clit and continued to move a finger in and out, luxuriating in the feeling of her pussy grasping at my finger and feeling my own cock throb as I imagined what it would feel like to have that heaven wrapped around my dick instead of my finger. And I spared a thought for Mr. Sawyer who apparently wasn't man enough to take care of business, or at the very least was very interested in watching another man take care of business with his wife. Whatever. His freaky fantasy was my gain as far as I was concerned!

  Tiffany's moans grew louder as I continued my ministrations. The concrete was starting to hurt my knees so I rolled onto the lounge chair next to her. Now when I say lounge chair we're not
talking the cheap plastic things that you see a hotels. These were wide sturdy lounges that were more than wide enough to accommodate the two of us. And why not? This guy had the money so why not buy the best? And when it came to buying the best I also intended to give his wife her husband's money's worth. It didn't hurt that this was a girl who I would fuck to hell and back for free!

  Heat radiated off of her body and against my own. Her muscular stomach pressed into my own. Her hands danced up and down my body caressing my arms one moment and then trailing up and down my abs the next as I continued my exploration of her pussy. Her touch was like hot electricity dancing across my body causing my cock to stretch painfully knowing that this gorgeous creature I’d fantasized about for so long was finally touching me, was finally letting me have her.

  Tiffany's back arched as I found a particularly sensitive spot and her body tensed against mine. I pulled back and looked into the depths of those blue eyes as her mouth opened in a gasp that turned into a high pitched moan. Her face moved from a grin to that look of delicious pain that I'd come to know and love on a woman as those gasps grew louder and longer. A hand gripped the back of my neck and held on as though that was the only thing keeping her connected to reality as her own neck arched back and she let out a scream that no doubt carried across the lake and had a few heads turning in our direction but I didn't care. Let them watch, let them see what was happening. In the moment I didn't give a fuck as long as my fingers were wrapped in the warm folds of this sexy wife's pussy.

  “Oh God that’s it!” she whimpered. “That’s right baby. Right there. That’s a good boy.”

  Tiffany’s dirty talk turned me on even more and I was in real danger of blowing my load inside my shorts just feeling her orgasm breaking over her. Hearing her naughty words. Knowing I was giving her this pleasure.