My Roommate and My Girl: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  And even now that we were in a world where we actually were having sex I guess my cock still had a downright Pavlovian response to going down into the basement to dance with my fiancée. It still associated that with some good times, and I was ready to go. My cock was open for business.

  I didn’t think it would be possible for my dick to get any harder, I already felt like I could cut diamonds with the thing, but that was before I came down the stairs and the dance floor filled with people holding drinks came into view. I stopped and my heart nearly stopped at the same time. Both because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and because so much blood was evacuating the rest of my body to go down to my dick.

  Usually if I wasn’t around Brandi would find somebody else to dance with. Usually that somebody else was one of her friends. There were plenty of them around, and I could see them mingling in the crowd and having a great time.

  Only Brandi wasn’t dancing with any of her friends right now. No, she’d found somebody else to dance with. Somebody who she was grinding up against with almost as much naughty fervor as when she was dancing with me. And rather than getting pissed off, rather than getting angry and going to beat the crap out of the guy, instead I just leaned against a post on the stairs and stared down at them transfixed by the show on display before me.

  Brandi found Anthony. Or Anthony found Brandi. Whichever way it happened, they were grinding together and he was moving his hands up and down her body as she was practically dry humping him in the middle of the dance floor. I saw some of her friends glancing over at her, and some of them were looking up at me with equally worried glances. No doubt they thought we were about to have one hell of a throw down. I can only imagine how this looked to them. My fiancée dancing up close and personal with my new roommate like that while I was watching with an unreadable expression on my face.

  Unreadable because I was afraid of people realizing I was getting turned on by this. But I also realized that unreadable expression could be mistaken for the expression of a man who was seeing his girl with another guy and about to fly into a murderous rampage. I could understand why they suddenly looked nervous for their friend.

  So I forced myself to smile. An easy-going smile that betrayed none of the turmoil of emotions I was feeling inside. Any other guy would go down there and put a stop to this right away, but not me.

  No, I wanted to enjoy the show.

  Brandi was leaning against him. Her head was turned to the side and her lips were up against his neck as she moved her hips back and forth, as she grinded her ass against him with one of her arms around behind his powerful neck. Anthony had his arms down around her waist, and he was pretty thoroughly moving his hands up and down and all around her body.

  She wore a halter top that was basically a strip of cloth running up around her neck and then down to her tits. It barely came down to her belly button below and her whole back was exposed behind except for the small strips used to tie it and hold it in place. I was painfully aware that all he’d need to do was tug at the cloth around her neck or around her back and she’d be exposed. Hell, the way it was designed with no bra it would just take running his hands up under the thin material and he’d be feeling her up in the middle of the dance floor.

  Yeah, the outfit showed off plenty of her tight petite body. It was the kind of outfit that was an instant boner generator, and I’m sure it had the exact same affect on Anthony that it had on me earlier this evening when I realized she was wearing this particular outfit. Hell, it had more of an effect on me when she showed it off because I was thinking of all the guys who’d be watching her wearing that outfit. I’d been thinking of Anthony in particular, and now that I was watching the fulfillment of that particular bit of fantasy it was causing me to go into sexual overdrive.

  I was staring with rapt concentration as his hands moved along her bare stomach. As he traced around her belly button and then moved on. I silently willed him to move even further, to cup her breasts, but it seemed he was reluctant to take things that far. At least not in the middle of the dance floor where everyone was watching them.

  It was weird. Here was my roommate dancing with my fiancée in the middle of our house, and even though he was behaving, as far as a person could behave when they were dirty dancing with someone else’s girl at least, I wanted nothing more than for him to misbehave. I wanted him to cop a feel. To move his hands down and press his fingers between her legs and along her pussy.

  Only it was probably a good thing he wasn’t doing any of that. We did have lots of her friends around. This might be an obsession of mine, this might be an all-encompassing fantasy, but at the same time I was a little reluctant to let other people in on the secret fantasy life that had been developing in between my ears over the past week. If I couldn’t bring myself to tell Brandi then I definitely didn’t want her friends finding out!

  So while I was disappointed he wasn’t taking things further with Brandi, at the same time I was slightly relieved he wasn’t letting any cats out of any bags.

  “It takes a really secure man to let his girl do that,” a voice said to my side.

  I blinked and I was pulled out of my reverie. I was pulled away from the intoxicating sight of my fiancée dancing so close to another man. Pulled away from imagining his cock pressing up against her ass. There was no doubt in my mind that he was pressing against her with his dick. There was no doubt in my mind that she was feeling that cock pressed in between her ass cheeks and apparently she was enjoying it from the glazed look on her face.

  I turned to see Brandi’s best friend Stacy standing beside me looking out at the dance floor.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Come on Craig,” she said. “Not many guys would be cool with their fiancée grinding up against another man like that.”

  I shrugged. “She’s coming home with me tonight.”

  Stacy smiled a thin secretive smile. “Is she? Is that what you want?”

  My eyes narrowed as I looked at Stacy. Brandi usually told her everything, and there’d been a couple of occasions when I learned something about my relationship through Stacy dropping me some information before I actually heard anything from Brandi. I wondered if this was one of those occasions. I wondered what she’d been talking about with Brandi.

  I wondered what she knew that I didn’t know. Assuming she knew anything.

  Did Brandi say something to her best friend? Did she suspect something? Was this show she was putting on down there for my benefit? The only indication I’d given her was when she made a little noise that night last weekend, but surely she couldn’t extrapolate everything that was running through my head from that one encounter!

  I looked back down to the dance floor, back to where my fiancée was grinding against another man with far more enthusiasm than a woman with an engagement ring on her finger should have been dancing with any man who hadn’t given her that engagement ring. As I watched he leaned down and whispered something in her ear and her eyes went wide for a moment, then she leaned up to whisper something back to him.

  God how I wished I could be down there to hear what they were saying to each other. I knew what I hoped they were saying, and it was twisting my stomach up into a confused knot of arousal and terror.

  I turned to Stacy to ask her exactly what she knew, what she wasn’t telling me, but then somebody called my name from the top of the stairs. I cursed inside but turned to find my buddy David coming down the stairs towards me. I was surprised he wasn’t so sloshed at this point that he couldn’t make it down the stairs, but whatever.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “Somebody clogged the toilet near the front of the house and it’s in real danger of overflowing.”

  I rolled my eyes. I turned back to Stacy and she smiled. I wanted to talk to her, but it was going to have to wait. I had a toilet to attend to.

  Only when I got up there it turned out someone else had taken care of it. I wanted to scream at the delay,
but I quickly made my way back to the basement. I had a mystery to get to the bottom of and I needed to find Stacy. Or Brandi.

  Only when I got about halfway down the stairs and looked out on the dance floor I didn’t see Stacy anywhere. I also didn’t see Anthony or Brandi anywhere. I looked through the dance floor for a glimpse of his chocolate skin, for a glimpse of her bright blonde hair, but nothing. It looked like the show was over.

  Or the show had moved to another part of the house.

  With that mixture of terror and arousal threatening to make me double over and puke I started exploring the rest of the house. They had to be around here somewhere, the question was where were they and what were they doing?

  10: Too Far?

  They weren’t in the kitchen or the living room. I moved to the front porch but they were nowhere to be seen. I moved through the crowd looking everywhere but couldn’t find them. Finally I moved back to my room not really expecting to see them there and I was right. Nowhere to be seen.

  That left only one more place. His room. So I moved down the hall and saw the door was open slightly. I could hear voices in there and I crept up as quietly as I could. The hall was dark, and it looked like there was a little bit of light coming from his room, but not much. So I crept forward counting on the darkness to keep me hidden and the noise from the party to keep them from hearing me sneak up on them. I peered into Anthony’s room and my heart stopped.

  I’d found them.

  Brandi was leaning back on his bed and he was beside her with his head up on his elbow. He was facing away from the door so there was no chance of him seeing me, and all of her attention was on him so she was angled slightly away from the door as well. Still, I held my breath and made absolutely no moves. The last thing I wanted to do was alert either of them to my presence.

  That would interrupt the show. If I were any other guy in the world I’d be bursting in there to interrupt, but all I wanted was to see what would happen. The obsession was taking hold of me and it was preventing me from going in there and stopping whatever was about to happen as surely as if I was being held back and forced to watch.

  “… About two years and last week was the first time,” Brandi said.

  Immediately my interest was piqued. Last week was the first time? Was she talking about what I thought she was talking about? Maybe he asked her about the condom thing. I’d never gotten around to explaining that despite promising to in the moment.

  “Two years and you never?”

  Brandi blushed and looked down. “I was trying to be a good girl, but it was so tempting!”

  “Man,” Anthony said. “I can’t believe you’ve never…”

  Brandi bit her lip as she looked at him. And I had a feeling she was thinking about other things she’d never done before as she practically fucked him with her gorgeous blue eyes. I felt my cock growing rock hard as I saw that look. That look was filled with the promise of what she’d like to do with my new roommate.

  It was also a promise of what I’d desperately like to see her doing with my new roommate, damn it.

  “I can’t believe a girl who dances like that could’ve never…” Anthony said. “You know.”

  Brandi giggled. “That was just dancing. That’s different!”

  “It didn’t feel very different to me,” Anthony said.

  He punctuated those words by running his hand along her stomach. Brandi closed her eyes and took in a deep breath then started breathing more heavily as he ran his hand along her stomach in much the same way that he had while they were together out on the dance floor, and yet the motion seemed so much more intimate with just the two of them together on his bed.

  I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. It was exactly what I’d fantasized about down in the basement. Him running his hands up, up. Only this time I got the wish that hadn’t been granted when I was watching them dancing together. This time his hand continued to move up under her shirt and she closed her eyes and her mouth opened in a gasp as his hand ran across one of her tits.

  I was rock hard as I watched another man feeling up my fiancée’s tits. I loved the feel of her breasts. I loved the feel of their soft flesh under my fingers. I loved feeling her nipples growing hard under my attention. And he was feeling the same thing. He looked like he was being driven mad with lust as he got his forbidden feel of my fiancée’s secret treasures.

  This was definitely the point where I should’ve barged into the room and put a stop to what was happening. Only I couldn’t even if I wanted to. The compulsion, the obsession, was far too strong. All I could do was sit and watch and pray that nobody from the party came down the halls leading to our room. Most people knew to use the bathroom at the front of the house for these parties, but it wouldn’t be weird for somebody to try and use the back bathroom.

  It took every ounce of control that I had not to pull my cock out and start stroking it right there. Not to blow my load against the door to his bedroom. I felt intoxicated on the vision of my fiancée being felt up by this man. She’d been a good girl just a couple of weeks ago. She wanted to wait until marriage and now she’d started fucking me and letting another man feel her up.

  I think in a way it was that juxtaposition between the good girl I’d known over the past couple of years and this girl who was willing to slut it up just a little bit, have a little fun, that was the source of so much of my arousal.

  “I can’t believe Craig would let you dance like that with another man,” Anthony said. “It’s a good thing he didn’t come down and see us. That might’ve caused a scene.”

  Brandi threw her head back and gasped as his hand moved to her other tit. I could clearly see the outline of her nipple pressing out against her halter top just before it was covered by the even bigger bulge of his hand moving over that most sensitive part of her anatomy.

  “I don’t know,” Brandi gasped. “You’d be surprised at what he might think if he saw us dancing like that.”

  My heart nearly stopped for the… Well to be perfectly honest I’d lost track of how many times my heart had nearly stopped from surprise tonight. How many times I’d felt ice in my stomach. How many times I’d felt that strangely compelling mixture of terror and arousal.

  This time it was because she opened her eyes while he was focusing on feeling her tits and looked straight at the door. Looked straight at the spot where I was hiding and stroking my cock through my shorts. I stopped. Could she see me?

  There was absolutely no doubt in my mind from the way she was staring straight at me from my hiding spot by the door that she could tell I was out here. That she knew exactly what she was doing by letting him feel her up while I watched. I swallowed. How could she possibly have any inkling how much this was turning me on? That I’d be out here devouring the sight of them together rather than rushing in to split them up?

  Well, if she knew I was standing out here watching them then chances are she had some inkling that I was okay with this on some level since I hadn’t barged into the room.

  “Well if I had a girl like you I’d never let her get away from me,” Anthony said.

  Brandi purred and she reached up and grabbed his hand. “I bet you wouldn’t.”

  I smiled. That move was frustratingly familiar. It was the same move she used to pull on me when she decided we’d gone far enough for the evening. Reach up, grab the wrist, pull away, and then say we couldn’t go any further because she was saving herself.

  Only she wasn’t saving herself anymore. So why was she stopping him?

  Sure enough she started pulling his hand out of her halter top, though I wanted nothing more than for him to pull that halter top off. For him to finally get a glimpse of my fiancée’s tits. I could only imagine how much he wanted to see her breasts, and I wanted nothing more than to see her displaying her breasts. It was so wrong and that’s what made it so fucking hot!

  Only it wasn’t to be. I felt the frustration of her stopping fun time, only the frustration was being
channeled through the weirdest and most fucked up lens I could imagine. Instead of being annoyed at her telling me she didn’t want me feeling her up I was annoyed because she was pulling that same line with another man.

  “That feels so good Anthony,” she said. “But we’re really being way more naughty than we should be. Dancing was one thing, but this, in your room, it’s too much.”

  “Are you sure it’s too much? You came in here,” he said.

  I held my breath at the scene that was playing out before me. I had a feeling I was about to learn just what kind of guy I’d chosen for a roommate. He had his hand on her still, but she’d just made it clear the fun was over for the night. Was he going to make her stay? If that happened then I was definitely going to make myself known and probably have a good chance of getting the shit kicked out of me but at least it would make enough noise that people from the party would come. Hopefully. Assuming the music wasn’t loud enough to cover up the sound of a fight.

  Only he pulled his hand away from her, pulled it out of her shirt and I saw just the barest glimpse of the underside of her tits. He grinned at her and then leaned back on his bed, threw his head back and let out a sigh.

  “Go ahead Brandi,” he said. “You’ll be back.”

  Brandi stood, rearranged her wrinkled clothes, and walked towards the door. I was rooted to the spot despite knowing I should probably get the hell out of here. It was one thing if she knew I was standing out here spying on them, but I had a feeling he didn’t know. I had a feeling he’d probably take it a little differently if he realized I was out here watching everything. But it didn’t feel like their conversation was over quite yet, and I wanted to hear all of it.

  She turned around and smiled at him. “What makes you think that?”

  “You’re the hottest girl in the gym and I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” he said. “I nearly had a heart attack when I saw you, walking out of the Craig’s room, but that doesn’t change anything. I still want you more than I’ve wanted any girl, and I’m going to have you.”