Wife's Trainer: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  I blinked. Damn. That wasn’t what I was expecting to hear. Okay, so maybe those thoughts about having a little bit of fun with these two weren’t so far from reality as I’d initially suspected. I still didn’t think it was too terribly likely, it was a long shot from having a crush on a coworker’s husband to engaging in some of the fun we’d had with other couples in the past, but I couldn’t deny that there was a certain appeal to the idea of helping to seduce and corrupt a young couple like that. A couple who, if what Carrie told me from their lunches was to be believed, had waited until marriage to finally do the deed. Or at least to do the final deed that consummated their marriage.

  Then again the reason it would be so interesting to try and seduce them was also the reason why nothing was probably ever going to happen. It’s not like a couple like that, people with the self control to wait until their early twenties to actually have sex, were likely to be the type to engage in the sort of fun that my wife and I occasionally enjoyed with other couples.

  More’s the pity.

  “Yeah, that’s nice but I don’t think anything’s going to happen,” I said.

  “All I’m saying is keep an open mind. I guess young Melanie has a thing for the older guys.”

  I rolled my eyes. “A thing for the older guys? Thanks babe. We’re just in our early thirties you know. It’s not like we’re on our way to the home or anything.”

  “We’re not on our way to the home, but we might as well be old fogeys as far as a young couple like that is concerned gramps.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Like anyone could ever think of you as a grandma in that slutty outfit.”

  Carrie reached up and patted my cheek. Then she stood on her tiptoes and her lips brushed mine for just a moment. This time around the kiss didn’t turn into anything more intense, which was a pity but we really did need to get back to preparing the house for dinner and maybe a movie or a card game or something like that after.

  Still, as I moved back to the sink and the vegetables, a pursuit that was far less interesting than what I’d just been doing with my wife, my thoughts weren’t on cutting vegetables or getting things ready for our guests.

  No, my thoughts were squarely on our guests. More specifically I couldn’t stop thinking about Melanie. About her pretty face, those striking green eyes, that blonde hair that came down to her shoulders. Her petite frame that was always being shown off in some very nicely formfitting outfits.

  Originally I’d figured she dressed like that because that was just how people dressed straight out of college these days. I figured she still hadn’t adjusted to life in the adult world where you dressed for comfort versus life going out to house parties every weekend where you dressed to impress. I figured they were just adjusting to a new world where they didn’t have to worry about looking good while they were out drinking and having a good time.

  Now, though, I was seriously starting to wonder if there wasn’t maybe another reason for the skimpy outfits. If maybe I hadn’t imagined the way she smiled at me occasionally and it seemed like it was a smile just for me. The way she seemed to brush up against me when we were moving around the kitchen and there was plenty of room.

  I thought back to one encounter in particular a couple of weeks back when we had them over for dinner and instead of going around me to put something in the sink while I was cleaning dishes she’d come up right behind me and moved her arms around me in much the same way Carrie had moments ago. I’d almost thought it was wishful thinking, but I was certain I felt the gentle swell of her tits pressing against my back. Only there were also hard tips pressing into my back at the same time.

  I’d jerked off a couple of times thinking about that moment ever since. At the time I’d figured it was a delicious accident that was going to become a permanent entry in the spank bank. I figured if she was the waiting for marriage type then it was entirely possible she was just naive about what it did to me feeling her pressing her petite body up against me like that.

  Now, though, I had to wonder if that had been intentional. I had to wonder if a lot of things I’d noticed while Melanie was over here maybe weren’t intentional on her part. And it was a good thing I was standing against the sink because otherwise my hardon would’ve been pretty obvious as there was a knock on the door and Carrie went to open it.

  I glanced over as they walked through the door and smiled, though I couldn’t tell whether that smile was the generic smile of a host greeting company coming over, or if it was the smile of a man who was seeing a potential new conquest walking through the door.

  Either way, this suddenly had the makings of one hell of an interesting night. Far more interesting than I would’ve imagined even ten minutes ago!

  2

  Friendly Dinner

  I was starting to wish Carrie hadn’t told me that little fact about Melanie. I was starting to wish she’d waited until after dinner at least. It was really hard to maintain any sort of conversation because the entire time I was watching the young couple for any sign that they were looking at us with anything more than friendly interest.

  Not to mention that it was difficult to think of anything with the way Melanie was looking tonight. Talk about dressing to the nines. She wasn’t in a dress like Carrie, but she was in a skirt that was almost as short as my wife’s dress, and up top she was in a halter top that showed off almost as much of her body.

  She’d worn outfits that didn’t leave much to the imagination before, but she’d really outdone herself this time. Damn!

  I was also watching Tyler. Watching him watch my wife, is more like it. Not that I minded him getting an eyeful of my wife. Realizing that I enjoyed watching men watching Carrie was one of the things that started us down the path to the place we were today with us occasionally enjoying having fun with another couple or maybe even bringing a special guest star into the bedroom with us for an evening.

  It had started out with just men, but it had expanded to other women and then other couples pretty quickly. Not that it was anything we talked about with anybody outside of the people we occasionally played with. Though my wife was pretty close with Melanie. I found myself wondering. If Melanie told my wife that she thought I was hot then did that mean my wife had told her about our secret lifestyle choices?

  I just didn’t know, and it was driving me crazy.

  We were sitting at a table in the “dining room” which was really just an open area next to an island/bar that separated the kitchen and dining area from the living room. The whole bottom part of the house from the kitchen to the living room was designed as sort of an open concept deal that I liked. The television was droning on in the background in the living room, on some music station Carrie had switched it to, but mostly we were just chatting and having a good time.

  Though we weren’t chatting about some of the things I would’ve liked to be chatting about. We weren’t having the good time that I was interested in ever since my wife’s small but groundbreaking revelation about her coworker.

  I glanced over to Melanie again. She smiled at me and I wondered. Was there more to that smile or was she just being polite? I glanced over to Tyler and caught him looking at my wife’s chest. He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t even notice me looking, and I looked away before he could catch me looking at him looking at Carrie.

  Finally I looked over to my wife who took a sip of wine and winked at me. I wondered what the hell that wink meant. Had she seen what Tyler was doing? Did she see me looking at Melanie? There was just too much fucking tension at this table, and I wasn’t sure if that tension was actually there or if I was imagining the whole thing and building a house of cards out of that one simple statement from Carrie earlier.

  Damn was this frustrating. Frustrating and arousing.

  “So that outfit seems a little more risque than what you usually wear Melanie,” Carrie said. “What’s the occasion?”

  I blinked. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t imagining some of that tension. Or at the very leas
t if I was imagining it then it had also captivated Carrie’s imagination, and apparently Carrie had decided to do something about it. I continued picking at my food. It was pretty good, I grilled a mean steak even if I was saying so myself, but I hardly tasted it. No, my mind was completely preoccupied with Carrie and what she was pulling.

  It was a move we’d used a couple of times before when we started flirting with another couple. I liked to think I was pretty good with the flirting, but we’d discovered that it usually made things easier if Carrie was the one to make the first move. We figured it was just easier to have the woman in the relationship make the first move for some reason, and it’s not like I was going to knock a strategy that seemed to work most of the time.

  Melanie blushed and I noticed Tyler was looking down at his food in a pretty good approximation of what I was doing. As though he was trying his best not to sound too interested in what was going on. Interesting. That almost made me think this was something they’d planned between the two of them, though again that seemed like it was more wishful thinking than anything else. It wasn’t like Carrie and I had planned anything between us for this evening, after all, and we were used to doing this sort of thing.

  Sort of. We’d done it a couple of times. With mixed results.

  “I just thought it might be nice to get a little dressed up,” Melanie said. “I couldn’t help but notice you’d done the same.”

  Carrie’s reaction was a study in contrasts. She just took another bit of her steak and smiled. Only it wasn’t a smile for Melanie. No, it was a smile that was directed straight at Tyler who was still studying his plate. He glanced up, blushed, and then he was looking back down at his food.

  What was going on here? He usually wasn’t a shrinking violet like that. Far from it. And why was Melanie just sitting there watching my wife ogle her husband openly like that and not saying anything?

  There was something I was missing here. Something that smacked of my wife having a little bit of fun. Usually I didn’t mind my wife having a little bit of fun, but it got a little annoying when her fun came at my expense and she hadn’t told me what was going on.

  Again, what was going on?

  “Well that outfit looks absolutely gorgeous on you Mel,” Carrie said.

  “Thanks!”

  I figured that might be it, but before she went back to her steak Melanie turned her attention to me. She fixed me with those beautiful eyes and it was like she was boring a path straight to my soul, straight to my cock, with the way she was staring at me. That was one of the most intense, lust-fueled gazes that I’d seen ever since the first time Carrie and I got back together.

  Damn!

  I glanced over to Tyler again. He was glancing at my wife and then over to his wife, but mostly he seemed more interested in what was going on with his plate. If I saw my wife giving a guy the eyes like that and I didn’t have the arrangement that I had in place with Carrie then I’d definitely be wondering what the hell was going on with all the significant looks that were passing across the table if I were Tyler.

  Hell, I did have an “understanding” with my wife and I still felt like I was being left in the dark.

  The rest of dinner proceeded mostly in silence which was weird. Sure Tyler and I never really had all that much to talk about, the separation of generations was just too much for us to have any sort of common ground since neither one of us were into the same sports, but the girls were usually chattering up a storm. Usually I could count on Melanie to try and draw me into the conversation as well which had me wondering knowing what I thought I knew now, but everyone was concentrating on their food.

  There was a tension at the table. I felt like I could reach out and touch it. It seemed that everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts. More than anything it felt like a dinner we had with other couples right before we started playing with that other couple.

  Of course there was still a part of me that didn’t think that could truly be possible. A part of me that was saying that was just wishful thinking on my part no matter what Carrie told me about Melanie having a crush on me.

  And yet as I looked over at my wife’s petite coworker, so young and so hot, I couldn’t help but wonder what the night had on offer. I couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like if she was pulling that top up while she stood in front of me and…

  No. I wasn’t going to think that way. I wasn’t going to allow myself to get carried away. More than anything I wasn’t going to let wishful thinking get in the way of reality. If I started doing that sort of thing then there was a good chance I’d do something stupid like try to make a move on the girl, and that would be really awkward if it turned out that this whole thing was just something Carrie made up to get me going before we had an intense lovemaking session all to ourselves later after our guests had left.

  She’d done that before. It was always hot, but it also always left me feeling more than a little confused that night. Then again I suppose that was the nature of that tactic’s appeal.

  Finally everyone was done and I sat back. I looked over to a pie we’d set out for dessert, but from the way everyone was acting it didn’t seem that was in the cards.

  “Time to get cleaned up!” Carrie said. “Honey, could you help me with something in the laundry room?”

  I cocked an eyebrow and almost said something. Help her with something in the laundry room? Why the hell would I need to help her with something in the laundry room if we were getting ready to clean up in the kitchen? The only thing the laundry room had was laundry cleaning stuff, and getting there meant going through the garage which…

  Oh. And suddenly it made sense. That and the way she was giving me a significant glance. So I stood, tried to adjust myself so it wasn’t obvious just how aroused I was in the moment which earned me a subtle grin from my wife, and followed her. I concentrated on the way her ass looked in that skintight dress and wondered if Tyler was concentrating on the same thing.

  I didn’t even wait until we were in the laundry room. No, as soon as we made it to the garage I grabbed my wife, wheeled her around, and pulled her against me. Her eyes went wide and her grin went even wider as she felt my cock pressing against her stomach.

  “Oh my honey. Is that for me, or is that for Melanie?”

  “What’s going on here tonight?” I asked. “What did you and Melanie plan?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Carrie said, doing her best to sound as innocent as possible which wasn’t very innocent given that I knew the way she worked. Her hand snaked down and then she was dancing her fingers up and down the length of my cock. “Just keep an open mind tonight baby.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  A cocked eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

  And then she was gone. Back into the house. Back to where our guests were waiting for us. The only question was were our guests in on what my wife was planning, or was this just another fantasy that she was spinning out to get me good and hot and bothered by the time we were ready to hop into bed together at the end of the night?

  I suppose either way it didn’t matter. Either way there was a hell of a good time in the offing tonight.

  I really hoped I was going to have that hell of a good time corrupting the newlywed married girl who’d been brought into our house by my temptress of a wife though. I sighed and made my way back into the house and to whatever was waiting for me in there.

  3

  Cleaning Up

  Back at the sink, only this time I was doing dishes rather than getting some vegetables ready for the dinner that had already come and gone. I was actually glad to have something to do. Something to pull my mind away from everything that had happened over dinner. Something to pull my mind away from the weird way my wife was acting and what that could possibly mean.

  I could see her out of the corner of my eye. She was digging through a closet over near the front door facing away from me trying to find a game. Tyl
er was over there “helping her out,” though I’m sure he was more interested in being near here and getting a closer look at her in that dress than he was in finding a board game for the evening.

  I wondered what she would select. I knew we had a poker set in there and that would open up all sorts of interesting if totally cliched possibilities. When it came to trying to seduce another couple, trying to get them to cross that line from forsaking all others to fucking all others in the room, poker seemed like a clumsy tool.

  Still, it was a clumsy tool that worked far more often than it didn’t. I think it was something about what people already thought about the game. It was like Truth or Dare. There was something about it that lent itself to sexy times because everybody knew the game was just one person going bust away from turning into a game of strip poker.

  At least that’s what society and porn would have you believe.

  Damn it. It was these sorts of thoughts that made me glad I was over here washing dishes where I was safely facing a cabinet and didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing my hard on. I was going to have a hell of a time figuring out a way to make it from the sink over to the card table Carrie had already set up in the middle of the living room for whatever game they decided on.

  From the way they were crashing around over there it seemed like that choice was still very much up in the air. Good. That would give me plenty of time to stand over here and think about the dishes instead of thinking about how incredibly hot Melanie’s tight ass had looked when she finally stood up from the table and gave me a good view. It was unfair for a woman’s ass to look that good.

  Well, it was unfair for an ass to look that delicious on a woman who wasn’t my wife. Carrie could give her a run for her money, but I couldn’t deny the profound effect that petite hottie was having on me as the night wore on.