Wagering My Wife: A Wife Watching Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  Wagering My Wife

  Lexi Archer

  Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer

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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, May 2015

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  Table of Contents

  1: Getting Ready

  2: Office Gossip

  3: The Bet

  4: Seduction

  5: Losing

  6: Wife Wagered and Won

  7: Winning

  8: New Possibilities

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  1: Getting Ready

  "Are you ready honey?"

  "I've been ready," I shouted into the bedroom. "Waiting on you."

  Rachel stepped out of our bedroom and I immediately dropped the game controller I'd had in my hand while I was waiting on her to finish getting ready for the party. It was being held at her boss's house and she'd insisted we get there on time. Of course she was the one, like always, who was going to make us late. That didn't stop her from getting snappy with me when she realized we were running late though.

  "Damn," I said.

  "We're going to be late," she said.

  I couldn't help myself though. I stood and advanced on her. We'd been married for almost a decade and I still thought Rachel was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. She had curves in all the right places. She had an amazing body and a beautiful face. She had the kind of figure and physique that would make any man sit up and take notice.

  And I'd seen men sit up and take notice. Quite a few, actually. My wife was a stunner, and it became apparent to every man in the room no matter what room she was walking into.

  "Dean," she said with a warning growl. "We really don't have time for this right now."

  I moved forward and wrapped my arms around her. She looked absolutely amazing in a bright red dress that clung to her in all the right places and showed skin in all the right places. I wondered if this was standard issue for these parties, or if she was getting dressed up especially for this occasion. Though I wouldn't know who she was getting dressed up for. Certainly not me considering the dry spell I was dealing with.

  "Come on baby," I said. "We can spare a few minutes, can't we?"

  I leaned down and started kissing along her neck. I didn't know why I was doing this. It's not like she was exactly enthusiastic about sex with me even when we weren't running late for a work function. There wasn't a chance in hell I was going to get anything now, and yet I couldn't help myself. I had to at least try. The sight of her in that dress with its plunging neckline and the way it formed to her curvaceous body was just too much for me.

  Only it wasn't to be. I sighed as her hand moved up and pushed me away. She definitely looked irritated. And that was a look I was all too familiar with, at least when it came to trying to get my wife to have a little bit of fun with me.

  Damn it. I knew it was a long shot, but I'd hoped. It looked like I wasn't breaking the dry spell any time soon.

  "We're going to be late for the party," she said. "I can't look bad in front of my boss!"

  So I groaned in frustration as we left for her boss's house. Terry had been her boss for a couple of years now but we'd never actually been to a party at his place before despite getting invites. I wondered what suddenly changed that she was getting an invite now. I sulked in sexually frustrated silence as she guided me to a rather high end neighborhood, though that was to be expected. I imagined the upper-level management in her company made a pretty penny.

  When we pulled up to her boss's "house" it turned out the damn place was a hell of a lot closer to a mansion than a house. I let out a low whistle of appreciation as I looked at the place. It was three stories tall, and she told me he had a basement in there as well. The main bulk of the place was hidden off in a wooded area that concealed the true size of the place. I knew from looking at the GPS map that there was a massive lake on the other side where the guy no doubt could have a fun ride in his boat. It was where all the rich types around here lived to show off how much money they had.

  Whatever. It's not like we were going to be spending any time out on the lake this evening. It was too dark for boating. At least I had no intention of going out on a boat at this time of night!

  "We're here," I said.

  "Damn this place is impressive," Rachel said.

  "Yeah, it really is," I said.

  "I heard he went a little crazy after the divorce but damn..."

  I turned to Rachel. "He's divorced? When did that happen?"

  She shrugged as though it wasn't a huge deal. "It was finalized a few months ago. Why?"

  "No reason," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Only I found myself wondering. Wondering why we were suddenly accepting an invitation to one of his parties when her boss was a divorced and newly single man.

  I shook my head. I had to be imagining things. And it was a testament to how bereft I was of my wife's attention that even the thought of her getting it on with somebody, even if that somebody wasn't me, was enough to turn me on.

  I shook my head to clear it of those thoughts. Crazy thoughts. It was time to go in and pretend to be interested in a bunch of people my wife didn't really like if her complaints were any indication but was forced to deal with day in and day out because she needed a job.

  If only the night actually ended up that boring.

  2: Office Gossip

  I felt like a third wheel the moment we walked through the door. I was almost as impressed by her boss Terry as I was by his house. The guy was massive with broad shoulders and an muscled dark-skinned body. It was obvious this guy spent plenty of time in the gym working out. There was no part of him that was small, and it was all sculpted.

  He smiled and pulled Rachel into a hug as soon as he saw us. A hug that lasted a little longer than was strictly necessary as far as I was concerned, but I didn't worry too much. She was married to me, after all, even if he was a newly single man and no doubt on the prowl. It's not like I was in any danger of her stepping out on me! Though once again the thought of her stepping out caused a strange stirring down below. I chalked it up to the dry spell and any thought of my wife getting frisky being enough to turn me on, even if it was thoughts of her with another man!

  Terry turned and shook my hand, his grip iron as he smiled at me. There was something about that smile that I didn't like, but I figured I'd have to put up with it long enough to get through maybe an hour at this party. After that we could go home and be done with this crap.

  Maybe we'd even get a chance to pick up where we left off earlier in the evening. Well, where we'd left off in my fantasies at least. The reality hadn't been quite as sexy as what was going down in my mind.

  After a few minutes of making chitchat with him we were finally free to go and find drinks. I poured myself a stiff one. I had a feeling I was going to need it as the evening wore on. Rachel grabbed some sort of fruity drink and then I heard a squeal that very nearly split my ears. I followed the squeals and saw some girls I recognized from office parties we'd been to over the years. They surrounded Rachel and started gabbing about crap at the office. Definitely
not my cup of tea and so I ended up drifting through the crowd. Which was kind of a pain in the ass considering I didn't actually know anybody in the crowd, but whatever.

  So I drifted and listened in on other conversations. Though most of it was just boring talk about office stuff. I shook my head and chuckled. It was amazing. You get people away from their workplace, get them some booze, and still all they talk about is work. I'd never been that type. When I was off the clock I was off the clock.

  "Oh yeah, I heard she definitely had a little fun in the copy room," I heard a voice say.

  My eyebrows went up and my interest was definitely piqued. I knew the sound of a bit of salacious office gossip. I searched around for the source of the gossip. And my eyes fell on Rachel's boss. He was holding court in the middle of a crowd of guys, but it was a guy in a polo shirt with a bit of a belly poking out who was leading the conversation along with another guy standing to the side and eating it up.

  "Seriously? I'd heard rumors, but I was never sure," the second guy said.

  "Oh yeah," the one with the belly said. "I heard she actually gave him a blow job in the middle of the copy room!"

  I grinned as I listened in. Now that was interesting. That sounded like the kind of girl that would be fun to have around the office! If I wasn't a happily married man, that is. Hell, even though I was a happily married man I was almost desperate enough that I'd take a girl up on some fun like that.

  "Damn," Terry said. "I always thought she was a hot piece of ass, especially for a white girl, but I never thought she'd go that far!"

  "You should go for it man," the pudgy one said. "Supposedly when she did Daniel in the copy room she was going on about how big his cock was. How much bigger it was then her husband's. I'm sure you'd be a shoe-in if that's what she's all about."

  The chubby one looked down and the group immediately burst into laughter. And meanwhile my interest was definitely piqued as I kept one ear on in their conversation and one eye on the crowd trying to look like I was doing anything but listening in on them. So, not only was there a bit of hanky-panky going on in the office, but it was a married woman! More and more interesting.

  Damn. Just listening to them talking about this crazy married bitch who was apparently sleeping around on her poorly endowed husband was enough to get my own cock stirring. Only in my head it was Rachel, as impossible as that was. Why did those thoughts keep popping into my head?

  Whatever. Back to the office gossip and the poor sap with the inadequate cock who was being taken for a ride. Sure I wasn't exactly porn star huge myself, but Rachel always said I was more than enough to satisfy her. She always seemed to react just fine when we were fucking. I figured I was more than safe from being the poor son of a bitch they were talking about, and so that allowed me to indulge in the fantasy.

  And I had to admit that the idea of some married woman carrying on behind her poor husband's back was catching my interest. It was really catching my interest. There was something about the taboo nature of a faithful woman who had a wedding ring on her finger stepping out on her man that made it so hot. That was making my own cock rock hard as I thought about it. As I thought about how hot it would be if it actually was Rachel even though that was never going to happen. I figured other guys didn't have a chance in hell considering how the queen of the prudes reacted to her own husband trying to get a little action.

  Besides, a little fantasy didn't hurt as long as I wasn't actually the poor son-of-a-bitch being stepped out on.

  "You should go for it tonight!" Chubs said.

  Even more interesting. The girl was here tonight.

  "Nah," Terry said. "You don't shit where you eat."

  "Come on man," the second skinnier guy said. "You're not shitting where you eat. You're fucking the hottest girl in the office! And you're taking one of for all of us who can't live the fantasy!"

  "Yeah," the first one chimed in. "I thought the whole point of this new house and everything was to show off your happily divorced status to the world. What better way to try out the new bachelor mansion than by having a little fun with Rachel?"

  I was nodding right along with them, living vicariously right along with them, until I heard that last bit. As soon as I heard that name my blood froze. And oddly enough my cock was throbbing. No, that couldn't be my wife. They had to be talking about another Rachel. There had to be more than one working at their company. It was a big place, after all.

  "Even if I wanted to get with Rachel," Terry said. "And believe me I've thought about that over and over every time I see her walking that gorgeous ass into my office for a meeting, her husband's here tonight. That's the kind of bullshit I don't want to get involved in!"

  Well that clinched it. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind now. There was only one Rachel who'd be going into his office for regular meetings. He was pretty high up the org chart and my understanding was he only worked with his direct reports. I knew the names of everybody on her team because she was always talking about them. And she was the only Rachel who reported to this guy directly. I knew that for sure.

  They were talking about my wife. They were saying my wife had given some guy a blow job in the copy room! And now they were talking about my wife as though she was just some common whore for them to have a little fun with!

  Of course a part of me was turned on that they were talking about my wife like she was a common whore. That part of me was turned on thinking about her down on her knees in front of some random guy in the office giving him a blow job. Apparently that fantasy about a married woman forsaking her vows to forsake all others was still a turn on even if it was my wife. Maybe especially if it was my wife.

  Still, I felt obligated to defend her honor. Especially with this group of assholes! I was seeing red. I felt lightheaded. Whether that lightheadedness was from rage or arousal was anyone's guess, but one thing was for sure. I had to do something!

  So I stormed up to them. The two guys surrounding Terry looked at me and raised eyebrows as though they weren't sure who I was. Terry looked curious and a little amused, though he wasn't pulling away in fear like I'd hoped. No, he grinned as he turned to look at the other guys.

  "What the fuck are you assholes saying about my wife?"

  The chubby one had the good grace to look a little nervous when he heard that. The other one looked like he was starting to suspect the truth. I was ready to punch all of them out. I didn't care if they'd probably jump me and beat the ever loving shit out of me. They'd been insulting my wife, and they'd also been insulting me in a bank shot. Not satisfied by my dick indeed!

  Who did these assholes think they were?

  "What the fuck were you saying about my wife?" I asked. Well, it would be more accurate to say that I shouted it. Luckily the music was loud enough to drown it out. Mostly. A couple of people nearby turned to look, suddenly curious.

  "Your wife?" Chubby asked. Apparently he'd had enough to drink that he hadn't quite completely made the connection yet. Either that or he was playing dumb. Whatever. I was about to make the connection though. I was about to make a connection between my fist and his nose. He was the one who started the whole story in the first place.

  "Gentlemen," Terry said. "I'd like to introduce you all to Rachel's husband Dean."

  3: The Bet

  They at least had the good grace to look embarrassed as soon as Terry confirmed who I was. That wasn't enough to not make me want to beat the crap out of all three of them, but it was enough to make me a little less mad.

  "What the fuck were you guys saying?" I asked.

  The first guy, the one who'd been telling the story, held his hands up in a defensive gesture as though he could already see the punch coming. "Hey! I'm just repeating what I was told. I have it from a pretty reliable source that your wife is stepping out on you."

  My hand balled into a fist but I felt an even bigger hand come to rest on my shoulder. I looked up and realized Terry put his hand there. He looked down at my fist and then h
e made a subtle shaking motion with his head. The meaning was clear enough. There was to be no fighting in his house. If there was then he was going to get involved. And as I looked him up and down, as I realized he could probably snap me like a twig with his massive muscled body, I realized the last thing I wanted was to piss this guy off.

  "Everyone's heard the rumors," the second guy said.

  "Chill out guys," Terry said. Though he had an odd smile on his face even as he was playing the role of peacemaker. A smile that said he was up to something. I'd seen that sort of smile on management and executive types before. Usually when they were up to no good. My eyes narrowed and I wondered what his game was. Suddenly I had a sneaking suspicion that these guys and the rumors they were spreading wasn't what I really had to worry about, though I couldn't quite explain where my uncomfortable hunch came from.

  "My wife wouldn't do what you guys are saying. She's faithful to me!"

  Terry chuckled and shook his head. He crossed his arms in front of his chest which had the added effect of causing his muscles to bulge out. He grinned down at me, his white teeth shining against his dark skin, as he pulled that move. The meaning was clear. He was making it known that yes, he was well aware, as painfully aware as I was at that moment, that he could break me like a twig if I caused any real trouble and ruined his party.

  "It seems like we're at a bit of a disadvantage here gentlemen," Terry said. "He he says his wife is completely faithful, but there are a lot of rumors around the office that say that's not the case. How are we going to settle this?"

  "Rachel would never cheat on me," I said.

  "You sure about that?" Terry asked.

  "That's not what I've heard around the office," the first guy, the one who told the original story, said with a smirk. I launched myself at him but Terry's arm was in front of me. It was like a bar of solid steel was preventing me from getting too close to the guy.