Roomies: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  Contents

  Copyright

  What's A Hotwife?

  1: Late Nights

  2: Suspicions

  3: Sneaking

  4: Spying

  5: Hints

  6: A Truce

  7: Hints

  8: The Big Reveal

  9: Confession

  10: More

  11: Discussion

  12: Waiting Game

  13: War and Peace

  14: Spy Games

  15: Cheating?

  16: Hood Ornament

  17: Escape

  18: Answers

  19: New Horizons

  20: Threesome

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  Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer

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  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, November 2015

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  What's A Hotwife?

  What is a hotwife? It's more of a lifestyle than a term. Put simply, it's a committed couple who has decided to let the woman stray, usually while the husband watches her straying!

  The term is "hotwife," but really it's much broader than that! Married, engaged, or just dating, the only constant is a committed couple who decides to change the traditional rules of that commitment to allow for a little extracurricular fun!

  There are two things that separates the hotwife from cheating or cuckolding: love and respect. The hotwife couple puts their relationship first. The excitement comes from watching the sexiest woman in the world get it on with another guy in the most intimate and personal live porn performance that's possible for two people committed to one another mind, body, and soul!

  My stories are for the couples who are thinking of opening up their relationships. For the men who fantasize about their wives with other men but could never put that feeling into words. For the ladies who think it would be so hot if their fella watched them with another man. For anyone who's ever had an interest in opening their relationship for a little sharing!

  These fantasies are for you. These stories are yours. I hope you enjoy them!

  1: Late Nights

  I looked down at my watch and frowned, then it was back to my game. Usually I would’ve gotten a call by now. Usually I’d be on my way to pick Reese up so we could have a little bit of fun, but it’s not like it was too out of the ordinary that she hadn’t called.

  There were nights when they got busy at her work. Nights when they got slammed and she had to stay late. I guess this was one of those nights. I wasn’t going to sweat it too much.

  Besides, it’s not like I could complain too much anyways. I’d seen her earlier when I went in to get my meal for the evening. A delicious circular supreme feast that tasted all the better because it was completely on the house. Nothing went better with a night of fragging strangers from around the world.

  I took a sip of soda and reflected on how great life was. Get done with classes, get a free pie thanks to my gorgeous girlfriend who worked at the best pizza joint in town which was perfect for my cheat day, and then spend the night vegging out and decompressing in front of a computer monitor while I waited for Reese to get off work so we could “Netflix and chill,” as the kids were saying these days.

  It was probably a good thing that didn’t mean actually watching a movie. In my experience it was pretty easy to run through every good movie on Netflix in a matter of months.

  Yeah, I was leading the good life. At least it was the good life on nights when she got off from work at a reasonable hour and we could have a little bit of fun.

  Then there were nights like tonight when it seemed like they were having some issues and I found myself sitting in front of the computer monitor with a case of growing blue balls that I didn’t dare take care of myself because I knew the moment I did something like that would be the moment I got a message telling me to come pick her up at her dorm and walk her back to my room.

  We always ended up meeting at my place because she had a shut-in roommate who never seemed to leave and who couldn’t take a hint that she needed to get lost for a little while so other people could have a social life.

  I almost pulled up some porn and fished out my cock just so I could force the phone to ring, but I knew the universe didn’t work that way. Whatever higher power controlled my girlfriend’s habit of calling when I was about to relieve a case of blue balls seemed to know when I was faking.

  Damn it.

  So I went back to blowing people up. At least I could take out some of my excess energy on the pixelated representations of people from around the world who dared to think they were better than me at first person shooters. I didn’t get much time to game during the week since I spent most of my time in school or at the gym, so even if I wasn’t with Reese it was still a good way to blow off some steam and have the sort of fun I didn’t allow myself during the week.

  I must’ve gotten really caught up in the game, because the next thing I knew I’d played another ten or so rounds and another half hour had gone by. I looked down at my watch even though the clock on my phone clearly told me what time it was.

  What the hell was going on? This was way later than she’d ever been out before. At least it felt like it was way later than she’d ever been out before. I guess there’d been a few times when I didn’t get a call until the next morning and she explained that they’d gotten a big order from a frat or a sorority that was having some party and they didn’t bother to call anything in ahead of time.

  Assholes. Ruining my sex life because they wanted pizza. If I didn’t hit my window of opportunity on the weekend it was always a pain in the ass to work it out during the week because we were both busy with class, not to mention that my roommate was back in the room instead of going off to his girlfriend’s room where he seemed to live from about four o’clock Friday afternoon until around nine on Sunday night.

  Once more I almost reached down to my cock. It said something about the sad state of affairs if I was rock hard while I was playing a video game. This time I really was going to just jerk off, but with a great display of willpower I resisted the urge. The cosmic forces that orchestrated my sex life were watching, after all, and the moment I finished she’d call.

  Then again if I didn’t finish there was a chance she’d never call. Schroedinger’s jerk off session.

  Of course there was another course of action open to me. It wasn’t something that I did all that often because I knew she’d be pissed off if she actually caught me.

  The pizza place was right off of campus. A short walk away which is why Reese was able to work there even though the college wasn’t all that big on students living in the dorms having easy access to their cars. I could just mosey over there and see what there was to see. Just take a quick look and see if she was actually still working or if there was something else going on.

  Damn it. My cock was hard before, but now it was really throbbing. I had to pull myself away from my computer and concentrate on staring at a piece of white tile that looked gray in the shadows while my cock twitched and I fought back the urge to blow a load in my pants. That would be even worse th
an jerking it before she called.

  I knew exactly why I got so excited at the idea of going past the pizza place, looking in the big windows that opened right onto the desk where she’d be taking orders, and seeing that she wasn’t there anymore. Yeah, I knew why that excited me and it confused me as much as it turned me on.

  Seriously. What kind of guy fantasized about his girlfriend getting with other guys and actually got turned on by that? I certainly didn’t think it was a thing until she started talking about how some of the guys at her work talked about her and then it hit me with an intensity that was almost as great as the jealousy I felt when I realized the assholes she worked with were hitting on her all the time.

  Not that I thought anything would ever happen. I knew Reese was faithful to me. I knew she loved me and she wanted only me. The problem was that while I trusted her I didn’t trust those guys. I didn’t trust them not to try something even as I got turned on thinking about them trying something.

  Even as I’d slowly come to the realization that I was almost more disappointed than relieved that Reese would never let things go too far.

  Yeah, it was fucked up. It was crazy. And moseying on over to the pizza place and looking in from the street was something I’d done on a couple of occasions in a moment of weakness. It wasn’t something I was proud of, walking through campus shivering even though it was still plenty warm out thinking about what I might find when I got there. Feeling disappointment every time I got there and it turned out that they were just getting slammed with people and I was acting like a jealous asshole.

  Reese had only seen me once even though I’d made that walk on more than one occasion. And she’d blown up when I muttered something about not trusting the guys she worked with because she assumed that meant I didn’t trust her as well which couldn’t be farther from the truth, but there wasn’t a chance I was going to tell her the real reason I was so interested in some of the guys she worked with because that was even more fucked up and out there than me worrying she was cheating on me.

  No, I wasn’t going to go out and see if she was out there tonight. For one there was always the risk she’d see me out on the street and get even more pissed off than the first time around because she thought she knew what I was doing out there. She’d have it all wrong, but I wasn’t about to tell her that.

  The main reason I decided not to go and see why she was so late, though, was because I knew it would be a waste of my time. I might be keyed up and trying to hide my hard on the entire way over there, but I’d get over there and she’d be standing there at the front counter taking orders while they had a line of drunk people who’d had a little too much at the local bars running out the door demanding pizzas to take home to their apartments or dorms or wherever the hell they were going.

  Yeah, I’d do all that walking for nothing. I figured that would be time better spent enjoying my video game time. She’d call when she called, and in the meantime thoughts of her with other men would have to stay firmly in the realm of fantasy where they belonged because there wasn’t a chance anything like that was ever going to happen in reality.

  I wasn’t even sure I wanted something like that to happen in reality even if I got fucking turned on fantasizing about it.

  It was another half hour before my phone finally buzzed. I was so dialed into the game I was playing that I almost didn’t notice at first. Occupational hazard of using headphones for all of my fragging rather than speakers. Speakers didn’t go too well with a roommate.

  I glanced down and saw that it was Reese, but even as I saw her name popping up on the screen I felt my heart sinking. It was pretty damn late. Later than she’d ever called me before. Usually when she called this late she was too tired from a busy night at work to have any fun.

  I could enjoy spending time with her, and I would, but at the same time I knew that the only thing she was going to be doing in my bed that night was dozing off pretty damn quick leaving me to go back to my computer to get in some more gaming while the night was still young.

  Damn it.

  I picked up the phone and swiped to answer.

  “Hey baby,” Reese said.

  Damn. I loved the sound of her voice. Just hearing its sweet tones coming through my phone was enough to have my cock throbbing again. It had never really gone down since the last time I almost considered jerking off, and hearing her voice was enough to send me into a sexual overdrive again.

  “Hey yourself,” I said. “Ready for me to come get you?”

  “That’s the thing I was calling about,” she said.

  I cocked an eyebrow even though she couldn’t see it. I shifted the phone to my shoulder so I could continue making complete strangers’ lives a living hell in the online world. Something about the tone of her voice told me I was going to be in a mood to ruin other people’s night by the time she finished.

  “Yeah? What’s up? Are you still at work?”

  “No, but I just got off and it was a busy night. Later than usual. I really need to get back to my place and crash.”

  I hated that I was doing this, but I found myself listening to her voice for any sign that something was out of the ordinary. I found myself listening to the background noise on her call. I’m not sure what I was even listening for. The sound of another guy? Who the hell am I kidding? I was totally listening for a male voice in the background.

  And I was a little disappointed when there was nothing. She just had a busy night at work. She was tired. That’s all it was. Anything beyond that was me projecting my fantasies onto my girlfriend. Fantasies that she wouldn’t appreciate if she ever found out about them, which she wouldn’t if I had anything to do with it.

  “I understand. If you need to crash then you need to crash,” I said. “We can hang out tomorrow if you’re not working too late.”

  “I have tomorrow off,” she said. “I told you about that during the week, remember?”

  Crap. Now that she mentioned it I did remember her saying something about having the night off on Saturday. That was so rare that I’d completely glossed over it. Something about switching schedules with a girl who normally worked during the week because the girl had to go to a friend’s wedding or something like that. I hadn’t really been paying attention, as evidenced by the fact that Reese had to remind me that she was off tomorrow at all.

  Still, I figured that was a good thing. We could make up for the time we didn’t get to spend together tonight. We could really have an evening all to ourselves rather than me walking her back to my dorm so we could make out, get it on, and then collapse and get some sleep.

  Yeah, that sounded pretty damn nice.

  2: Suspicions

  You bet your ass I was over at her dorm room first thing the next day. Unfortunately when the door swung open the first thing to greet me was Angela. She regarded me with the sort of disdain that I’d gotten used to during the first week of school and not for the first time I found myself wishing that a last minute financial aid issue hadn’t prevented Reese’s best friend and roommate from last year from living in the dorms this year as well.

  “Hello Angela. Lovely to see you.”

  It wasn’t lovely to see her. It was never lovely to see her. For that matter it wasn’t lovely to smell her either. Her hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in weeks, and from the smell, a mixture of stale green soda beloved by gamers and introverts around the world and the funk of someone who only moved from their computer chair to occasionally answer the door, it seemed like she might not have showered in that amount of time either.

  I liked to play video games once in awhile, but Angela was the type of person who made it a questionable lifestyle choice. She was the sort of walking stereotype that made life difficult for anyone else who ever picked up a mouse and considered blasting people from halfway around the world. Basically she was the female equivalent of the overweight neckbeard living in his parents’ basement, only she was wire thin, lived in the dorms instead of a basement, and ha
d one of the single nastiest dispositions I’d ever had the displeasure of meeting.

  “So is Reese here?” I asked.

  “She’s in the shower,” Angela grunted.

  I stood there for another moment wondering if she was going to let me in and cursing the fact that she was here in the first place. If Angela wasn’t around and Reese was in the shower then there was a good chance I’d be able to join her and have a little bit of fun. As it was I could look forward to sitting on the bed in her dorm staring awkwardly at the walls while praying that Reese got ready to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible.

  “Right, so I’m going to come in and wait then,” I said.

  “I didn’t invite you in,” Angela said.

  “Yeah, but Reese did invite me over here, so if you could move out of the way?”

  Angela sighed as though I was making the most ridiculous request in the history of history but ultimately she moved aside and let me in. I was really hoping that we might be able to get an apartment somewhere off campus next year, because dealing with more crap like this in the dorms for another year was going to drive me wild.

  “That other asshole didn’t press when I told him he couldn’t come in last night,” she muttered.

  I felt a chill that ran to the very core of my being when she said that. I felt a stirring between my legs and my cock was standing to attention despite the fact that I was looking at Angela’s backside and as far as I was concerned that was one of the least arousing most boner-killing sights in the world.

  That other asshole? There’d been another guy here last night. Reese had brought another guy over to her dorm room? Surely that couldn’t be what I thought it was even though my cock was throbbing in my pants and threatening to break free. It had already decided that what was going on was exactly what I thought it was.

  She wouldn’t bring a guy back to her dorm room to have a little fun though. Sure Angela wasn’t exactly fond of me, but that was because she wasn’t particularly fond of anyone. She didn’t even get along with Reese. Reese wouldn’t bring a guy back to this room because Angela never left and there wasn’t a chance that something was going to happen in here with another guy any more than there was a chance something would happen here with me.