Wife's Trainer: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  I wasn't sure how she was going to take that. I'd worried she was getting tired of it. That it was too much of a good thing when I'd had her spinning out these fantasies every time we had sex. She hadn't seemed that into it whenever we did it, and so I'd stopped after hearing about guys driving their women away by bringing up a fantasy too many times. Only the way she was looking up at me now, there was definite interest there.

  "Is it really?"

  "Fuck yeah it is! Hearing you two talking over that intercom…"

  Abby was on me in an instant. She jumped and her legs wrapped around me. I felt her panties pressing against my shorts, and I quickly moved my hands down to cup her ass. An ass which was exposed because of the way she'd just jumped on me. Abby peppered my face with kisses and then she landed squarely on my lips and just like that we were making out in the middle of the kitchen.

  I had to stumble back against the island in the center of the kitchen to maintain my balance. I also found myself regretting that we didn't have anything like a bed or even maybe a couch or an air mattress in the house just yet.

  No, all of that would come next Tuesday with the movers.

  I squeezed her ass and was pleasantly surprised to find that she was wearing a thong down below. The smooth skin of her gorgeous curved ass was completely exposed to me. I spent a moment exploring those curves as my tongue explored my wife's mouth. It was so familiar, and yet at the same time I was getting a little something extra out of it this time around. This time around I was getting the feeling of another man exploring those curves. Of imagining what he'd done to her in this very kitchen. And I realized that more than anything I very much needed to know exactly what he'd done with her in this kitchen.

  I pulled away from the kiss, still holding her up by that delicious ass, and looked down at her. She cocked an eyebrow at me.

  "What's wrong honey?" she asked.

  "Tell me about it," I said.

  It was odd. Usually in the past when I'd asked her to "tell me" about her adventures with another guy it was with the understanding that anything she was about to say was very much made up on the spot. It was all firmly in the realm of fantasy. Only as I stared down at her now I had the additional rush of knowing that this was all absolutely true. This was a story of my wife genuinely stepping out on me.

  If anything that just served to give me even more of a rush. I couldn't believe it had actually happened. More than anything I couldn't believe that my fantasy had actually happened and she'd managed to keep it a secret for six damn months.

  I wondered if she would've been able to keep it a secret for that long if I'd gone ahead and continued with the fantasy sessions. Surely it would've come out at some point if I'd done that. I could kick myself for putting a stop to it in light of recent information!

  "We were in the kitchen like this," she said. "You were working late that night and you said you didn't need to have any say in what the kitchen was going to look like anyways."

  Like I said, I remembered that night well. It had been such bullshit. Only now I was a little glad that I'd had to put up with the bullshit if it afforded me this incredible opportunity. If it provided the perfect storm of ingredients that allowed my wife to have a little bit of fun with Blake the builder.

  "We were talking about what I wanted in the kitchen, the island was here but there was no top, and then he came up behind me. He put his hands down at my waist, and it felt so good. Rather than stopping him I just kind of let him stand there and do it. I was afraid, but at the same time I was so turned on!"

  I wheeled Abby around and pressed her against the island. I put my hands down at her waist and started lifting up on her dress, exposing her ass to my view. My breath caught as I saw her ass. Damn! We'd been married for years now, and I still never got tired of that sight. I never got tired of having her body exposed to me.

  "Was it like this?" I asked.

  "Sort of like that," she said. "Only he wasn't taking my clothes off…"

  I leaned her down over the island and she put her elbows down. Her ass was thrust up in the air just waiting for me to give it the attention it deserved. I moved my hands up, exposed some of her stomach as well. And I started pulling down on the thong even as my free hand moved and started unzipping my pants.

  "Go on," I gasped out. It was a choked gasp. I was still having trouble believing this had actually happened. I was still having trouble believing my wife had actually gotten with another guy!

  "He started running his hands up and down my body. Along my stomach, up to my tits which he gave a squeeze. It seemed like every step of the way he'd hesitate like he was waiting for me to tell him to stop. I could've told him to stop at any moment and he would have, but I didn't. I was so bad…"

  I pulled my cock out and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy and I felt her gasp. I felt her press back against me as though she wanted nothing more than to feel my cock entering her body, but I wasn't ready for that. No, not yet. I held myself there at the edge of inevitability as I waited for her to continue her story. She seemed to get the idea because she obliged.

  "I turned around and I finally decided I needed to do something about this. It was so wrong. I am a married woman, after all! Only it didn't seem like he was interested in any of that. No, he was only interested in getting what he wanted!"

  "What did he do?" I asked as I sank the head of my cock inside her pussy. Fireworks went off in my body, in my mind, and stars danced in front of my vision at that contact. I was already so close from her story. So damn close. There was a very real worry that I was going to explode right now, and that was the last thing that I wanted to do. And so I held myself there, held myself on the edge, and tried my best not to blow my load inside her.

  Fuck!

  "I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but something stopped me. Maybe it was the way his face was moving towards mine. He was so close, and I was so turned on. I kept thinking about how wrong it was. I kept thinking about how hot he was. How incredible his body felt so close to me. More than anything I was thinking about your fantasy…"

  "My fantasy? Is that the reason you went along with it?" I asked.

  I was slowly sliding inside her, trying to maintain control, but it was so hard. She was so wet. So excited. It was obvious she was getting off. That she had gotten off on what she'd been doing with Blake earlier. She was so fucking tight, and the walls of her pussy were grasping around my cock in a way that they only did when she was so close to the edge. It seemed like both of us were about to throw ourselves over that edge.

  "Yes," she said. "I probably would've stopped it if it wasn't for your fantasy…"

  "Is that all?"

  "No," she said. "We were making out, and then he made the offer…"

  "The offer?"

  "He said that if I fucked him, if I'd give myself to him and forget all about you for a night, that he'd knock some money off of our final price tag like I was some sort of whore for sale!"

  That was it. That was too much. I hadn't even heard everything they'd done, but just filling in the blanks, just my imagination running at the speed of light and thinking about all the things they could have done was enough to make me explode. I sighed in contentment as I buried myself in her completely and then I was pouring myself into her. I was exploding over and over inside her wet pussy. And as I did so I felt her sigh as well, I felt her pussy grasping at my cock, and then she was shuddering against the counter.

  It was amazing. The first time we'd fucked in our new house and it was in a room where my wife had enjoyed an indiscretion with another man. I was never going to be able to eat in here or prepare a meal without getting a hard on!

  I held my hands against her waist in a vice grip. I held her ass against me as I came in her from behind. I focused on her curved body splayed out before me on the island, and I imagined what it would be like to see that same body before another man as he blew his load inside her. I realized that we'd already gone this far, but already I
wanted to take it that much farther. No, I needed to take it that much farther. Now that the opportunity was here I very much needed to see my wife with another man. That desire, that fantasy that I'd tried so very hard to hold back for so long was roaring to the forefront and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  Hell, there was absolutely nothing that I wanted to do to stop it!

  This was so incredible. It was so goddamn intense. It was far more intense than anything I'd ever felt before when I was fucking my wife. Hell, it was even way more intense than anything I'd felt when she was spinning out a fantasy scenario for me, and those had been by far some of the most incredible orgasms of my life!

  It was finally too much for me. I collapsed forward and at the last moment I put my hands out as they landed on either side of my wife's slim body even as I kept myself buried inside her. She lifted her head up and moved up to kiss me. A kiss that turned into a quick makeout session as I kept my cock lodged deep inside her despite the fact that I'd already blown my load. It was already done.

  Finally I lifted myself and, with a feeling of regret, I pulled my cock out of her. She sighed as I pulled out, and as I looked down I saw some of my come trickling out from between her pussy lips. It was an intoxicating sight, made all the more intoxicating because I was imagining that it was another man's load that was leaking out from between her pussy lips and not my own. Damn!

  Abby turned around and her dress fell down around her. I could see a small stain in the front where some of my come and her arousal was mixing together. I didn't care though. That had been so fucking hot.

  "That was pretty intense," she said.

  I grinned. "It's nothing like how intense it's going to be when you and Blake have your fun together," I said.

  Abby froze. She still had that sexy smile on her face, but she suddenly looked hesitant. She looked up at me and searched my eyes.

  "Are you serious about that?" she asked.

  "I am," I said.

  "That's going to be crossing one hell of a line," she said. "A line we can't uncross once we've done it."

  I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I couldn't believe I was actually considering letting my wife fuck another man, but at the same time it's not like there was any way I could keep this from happening. No, this was an obsession that was going to continue roaring inside me until the moment that fantasy was finally fulfilled. There was nothing I could do about it.

  "I know," I said. "But I'm game if you are."

  I grinned as I looked down at my wife. As I looked down at her with that freshly fucked look on her face. As I wondered how soon I was going to see that freshly fucked look from her getting it on with another man.

  "At the very least we'll get some of the price knocked off of the final bill!"

  Abby smiled and then stepped forward. I expected her to lean in and kiss me, but instead she smacked me playfully on the arm. "You're horrible."

  I shrugged again. "Hey! Who says I can't be pragmatic about this fantasy? If it'll save us some bucks it'll save us some bucks."

  She looked down and then up. Her eyes were burning with a fire. "Does that turn you on? Having your wife acting like nothing more than a common whore?"

  I licked my lips. Actually nothing would turn me on more than thinking of my wife acting like a common whore. Giving her body to another man for a little bit of a price reduction on our house costs, which were decent already. And something told me from the way she was looking at me, from the way her eyes were burning up at me, that she was getting off on that idea as well. I figured I might as well be honest about it. This seemed like a good time for honesty.

  "Nothing would excite me more," I said.

  She grinned and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss me. "Good. Because you're about to get one hell of a show."

  4

  Indecent Invitation

  I was so nervous. I was wearing another sundress, though not the one I'd worn on that fateful day last week when my first indiscretion had turned into a second indiscretion that had turned into some of the best sex I'd had with my husband since… Well, since he'd first admitted that fantasy to me. He turned into an animal when that came up, and I hadn't been disappointed last week!

  Everything was still completely crazy around the house. We still had boxes piled high everywhere. But we had furniture, and I'd unpacked everything in the kitchen which was the important part. It meant we could at least sort of entertain. At least that was the plan.

  Of course the biggest part of the entertainment was something we'd bought in the intervening week. A massive air mattress sitting at one end of the kitchen where a table would eventually go, and I blushed every time I looked at it. The thing had been Kevin's idea.

  We invited Blake over under the pretense of a couple of last-minute things we wanted to go over with him. He had no idea he was being invited over to be a pawn in our fantasy game. To be the ultimate sex toy in a dirty married fantasy. Of course I'm sure he wouldn't mind once he found out. He'd been quick enough to say he'd be willing to come over and talk. Especially after I'd mentioned I was all alone at the house.

  I glanced over to where Kevin was sitting at the island. The same island I'd been leaning against back when Blake had first put the moves on me. The same countertop that my husband had bent me over the week before when he gave me the fucking of a lifetime. I felt a flush running through me and that excitement went straight down in between my legs as I thought about all of the naughty fun I'd had in this room, and we'd barely moved into the place!

  "He's going to be surprised to see you here," I said. "Are you sure you don't want to just listen on an intercom while it starts?"

  Kevin shook his head. "No way," he said. "If we're going to do this then everything is on the up and up. We might be getting him over here with a little white lie, but that doesn't change the fact that I want to watch all of the fun you're going to have."

  I felt another thrill, another tingle, running through my body as he said that. All the fun I was going to have. I wondered exactly how much fun I was going to have. Not for the first time in the week since we decided we were going to go through with this I found myself wondering if it was worth it. If it was worth the risk. Fantasizing about this was one thing, but actually deciding to go through with it was something else entirely. We were playing with fire, and it could be our marriage, our relationship, that went up in flames if things got too out of control.

  And yet at the same time I couldn't deny the butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't deny how excited I felt as I thought about Blake coming over here. As I thought about him wearing another one of those tight fitting T-shirts that he always seemed to wear when I was around. A pair of tight fitting jeans that showed off that impossibly large bulge. I looked over to Kevin and smiled. I wondered if he had any idea what was running through my mind.

  If anything it made me feel just a little guilty thinking about Blake like that. Kevin was a good man. He was a good husband. He was sexy, and more importantly he had provided a good life for us. My part-time work wasn't nearly enough to help build this house, for instance, even though it helped here and there.

  And so there was still a sense of lingering guilt at the idea that I wanted to fuck another man. At the idea of going back and reliving some of my wilder days, even if it excited me so much thinking about going back and reliving some of those wilder days.

  I was about to open my mouth and say something else, but a knock on the door stopped me. And that knock on the door sent a thrill running through me. I looked over in that direction. I looked back to Kevin.

  "Looks like it's time," I said.

  Kevin didn't say anything. He just smiled and nodded. And so in a daze I walked out of the kitchen and over to the front door. I opened it and I saw Blake's smiling face looking at me. He was everything I'd imagined. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt that was tight enough that I thought I could see flesh tones underneath. He was wearing th
ose jeans that showed off that magnificent bulge in the front. He looked perfect. Just a sheen of sweat, probably from the day's work. He was coming over after hours to have a chat with us, after all.

  There was another surprise waiting for me at the door. Another guy who looked to be about the same age as Blake. He was just as muscled. Just as chiseled. And he was wearing a similar outfit, though his T-shirt was bright red and he had dark skin that was a contrast to Blake's.

  Blake saw me looking over at this new guy and he grinned. "I brought over Michael here to help go over some of your concerns. At least I'm assuming you have some concerns?"

  Damn. This was new. This was different. Did he really think I just wanted to go over some of the stuff in the house? Did he miss the meaning entirely when I told him I was going to be here all alone? Then I saw the way he was looking at me. I saw the way his buddy was looking at me. And rather than feeling annoyed I felt turned on. I felt a rush as I saw the two of them clearly worshipping my body. If anything it was more of a turn on that he'd just assumed it was cool to bring his buddy. It just added to the whole slutty image I was going for with this fantasy.

  No, his intentions were pretty damn obvious and I blushed. I thought about how I looked. Wearing a white sundress that was practically see-through if it caught just the right light. It was almost as though his eyes were boring down through the top layer of the dress.

  I felt a little self-conscious as I felt his eyes boring into me like that. I was wearing a thong down below which might as well not even be there considering how much it covered. Of course that was the idea.

  No, the real reason for my blush, the real reason why I was suddenly feeling so self-conscious, was because I wasn't wearing a bra up above. I figured if I was going to be acting like a slut then why not go for the gold? Why not make things as easy as possible for them? At least that's how I framed it with Kevin, and he'd been more than enthusiastic at the idea!