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  Hot For Teacher

  A Hotwife Fantasy

  Lexi Archer

  Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer

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  Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.

  This novel is based on a previously published work rewritten with all new content.

  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, February 2015

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  Table of Contents

  1: Fantasies

  2: Textual Teasing

  3: Change of Plans

  4: Reality Me, Fantasy Me

  5: Straying With Permission

  6: Hot For Teacher

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  1: Fantasies

  “I’m probably going to be late tonight,” I said as I applied my makeup.

  Steve turned to me and arched an eyebrow from his own spot in front of the mirror where he was putting gel in his hair. “Oh? What’s the occasion?”

  I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Do you ever pay attention?”

  He grinned and shrugged. “You caught me I guess. So what’s the occasion?”

  “I have to do parent-teacher conferences tonight. I’m probably going to be stuck out there until at least 8 o’clock.

  Steve shrugged. “Fine with me. More time before video games, right?”

  “Easy for you to say. You’re not going to have a bunch of horny dads staring at you all night long. Or if you do you’ll be able to blast them with whatever the hell weapon it is you use in that damn game you’re playing all the time!”

  Steve looked over and suddenly he had a very interested smile on his face. Suddenly he went from not giving a damn about my conferences tonight, not even remembering they were happening, to staring at me with the look. It was a look I recognized all too well. A look I usually only saw when we were in the bedroom, but that I occasionally saw other times.

  I also knew what was about to come out of his mouth. I resisted the urge to sigh and roll my eyes again. It seemed like I did that a lot when he got that look on his face, though he didn’t like it when I did that. He preferred it when I pretended I was actually interested in the lines he was about to feed me.

  “Oh really? A bunch of horny guys chasing after the hot young teacher?”

  “It’s not like that,” I said. “You’re imagining a bunch of muscular older guys coming in there, but the reality is a bunch of guys with gray hair and beer guts. I’m teaching seniors, remember, so that means most of their parents are positively ancient compared to us!”

  Steve moved closer to me. “Ancient and grateful for a chance at a hot young thing like you baby.”

  He wrapped a muscular arm around me and I closed my eyes and sighed. Though this time the sigh was for a completely different reason. This time it had absolutely nothing to do with exasperation and everything to do with the delicious feel of his muscular body pressing against me. The feel of his incredibly hard cock nestling between my ass cheeks as I stood in front of the mirror in my panties. God I loved that hardness. I loved his body. It was always fucking incredible!

  I also hated it when he tried to distract me like this in the morning. I was supposed to be getting ready for work, and I definitely didn’t have time for the kind of morning dalliance he had in mind. I couldn’t afford to be late, even if it was because my boyfriend was getting turned on by his ridiculous fantasy.

  “But what if a muscular guy came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you? What if you ran into some hot old dad that you couldn’t resist?”

  “I seriously doubt that’s going to be a problem baby,” I said.

  At least it hadn’t been a problem yet. My husband seemed to live in a fantasy world where every man had to have me. Well, I was still young enough and hot enough that most guys who looked at me probably wanted me to some degree unless they were playing for the other team. I know that sounds like ego but it was just plain fact. Still, I definitely didn’t live in a world where every guy who looked at me, who leered at me was hot enough to be worth considering.

  Not that I’d ever indulge in that sort of fantasy anyways. I was a happily married woman. I was content with Steve. Sure I talked about straying when we were having sex, indulged in his little fantasy and spooled out a fantasy or two of my own which always seemed to turn him on and always seemed to be a shortcut to getting him off almost immediately, but that’s all it was. Strictly fantasy. And it was a fantasy that was never going to be pulled into the realm of reality.

  “Come on baby, you don’t have to be like that,” he said.

  I put my makeup down and turned to look at him. Turned to fix him with a first-rate stink-eye. “But I do have to be like that! You’re trying to fly off into your fantasy world where you like to imagine that every other guy that looks at me wants to fuck my brains out!”

  He shrugged, looked me up and down, and grinned. I reached out and smacked his chest.

  “Okay, so maybe there is something to that part of your fantasy,” I said. “But it’s not something I have time for right now. I don’t have time to work out a fantasy for you and I definitely don’t have time for any hanky-panky. You’re just going to have to wait until tonight!”

  “I’m not expecting anything right now babe,” he said. “All I’m saying is keep your mind open. If an opportunity presents itself…”

  I turned and this time my sigh, my eye roll, was definitely exasperated. It had nothing to do with how great his cock felt as he was subtly grinding against me. As his hands wrapped around my slim frame pulling my ass against him. As I wanted nothing more than to push him back on the bed and jump him right now, only I really was going to be late and I really was annoyed that he was picking now of all moments to bring this up!

  “Not going to happen,” I said. “Though if you’re good you might get lucky tonight.”

  Oh he sure as hell was going to get lucky tonight. And that was another reason why I was so annoyed with him right now. Why I was so pissed off. Why the heat rising in me was only partially from how turned on I was. No, it would be just like him to get me worked up like this, he knew the effect he had on me, and do it when he knew he was leaving me high and dry.

  Now I was going to have to go to work turned on, and I was going to stay turned on throughout the day. I’d probably start thinking about some ridiculous fantasy scenario while I was at work too. At first it had just been his thing, but I had to admit that I enjoyed coming up with new stories. I told myself it was just because coming up with new fantasies appealed to my inner creative writer, but that was only because I was afraid to admit to myself that there might be something more to it. That I might be enjoying my husband’s fantasies as much as he was.

  Yes, I was going to be in a state all day long, I was going to be ridiculously worked up, and as if that wasn’t bad enough I also had to deal with the frustration of knowing that this was going to be a particularly long day where I’d be getting off work at 7 or 8 o’clock instead of 2:30 or 3 o’clock like usual.

  Steve leaned down and brushed his lips against my neck which caused a shiver to run through my body. “All I’m saying is remember baby, it’s not cheating if you have my permission.”

  I felt an
other chill run down my spine, a chill that had as much to do with what he was saying as with the way he was brushing his lips against my neck. The way he was still grinding against me. Then he pulled away and I wanted to cry out in frustration. Instead I turned around and fixed him with my best glare.

  “In your dreams honey,” I said.

  “In my wet dreams maybe!”

  I reached out and playfully smacked him one more time before going back to my makeup. I really was going to be late, and it was going to be one hell of a long day.

  2: Textual Teasing

  I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed at my temples as the door to my classroom closed behind a one Mr. and Mrs. Davis. That was the kind of conference that nightmares were made of. Mrs. Davis couldn’t understand why her precious baby was failing English and Mr. Davis had been far more interested in trying to stare at my tits than in finding out exactly why his son was struggling in class.

  It was the worst of both worlds.

  Still, it did give me an idea. A naughty idea that had absolutely no bearing on Mr. Davis or what he looked like. He resembled nothing more than a squat toad who’d let himself go and developed one hell of a beer gut, but Steve didn’t have to know that. I pulled my phone out and glanced at the door to make sure nobody was coming in just yet. I wasn’t scheduled for my next appointment for another ten minutes, but it wouldn’t be the first time somebody decided their appointment needed to start right away.

  I tapped my phone. “The last dad who was in here couldn’t stop staring at my tits.”

  The response was almost immediate. He must’ve been sitting by his phone waiting for something from me. I grinned. He knew me far too well. He probably knew that after our session that morning there was no way I was going to be able to pass up the opportunity to spin him a little story, whether that story was via text or later when we hopped in bed together.

  It wasn’t the first time we played this little game, and I seriously doubted it would be the last.

  “Sounds hot!”

  “Oh yeah,” I texted. “He couldn’t get enough of me. His wife was right next to him and all he could do was stare at my tits. I’m gonna have to clean up the drool before my next conference!”

  “Holy shit that’s hot!”

  And in my imagination it actually was pretty hot. In my imagination the Mr. Davis who’d been staring at me resembled a sexy muscular model more than he resembled a short toad with male pattern baldness. I found that it was easier for me to get into these fantasy scenarios if I went ahead and embellished the truth in my mind even as I was embellishing the truth and the stories that I told my husband. Already I could feel myself getting worked up, and that was a bad thing. I still had a couple of meetings and I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it through them if I got myself too turned on.

  Not for the first time I wished I could be as a brazen as the other teachers who just left early without a care for parents who had to work. Most of them would already be gone by now. Most of them had been teaching long enough that they didn’t give a damn anymore. I figured I’d probably be there after a few more years, after a few more meetings with parents like the Davises, but right now I still cared. Or at least I tried to care.

  “So did anything happen?”

  I thought about that for a moment, but there really wasn’t a good way to spin that. “Not really. His wife was right there after all.”

  “Come on baby! I know you can do better than that. Perfect opportunity for a little MFF action!”

  I chuckled and shook my head. Leave it to him to give me instructions on how to write out a fantasy scenario. Besides, he knew I was more than happy to spin him stories about me being naughty with other guys all day long, but I drew the line at girl on girl action.

  Actually, it was probably precisely because he knew I drew the line at girl on girl action that he kept bringing it up. That was like the forbidden fantasy final frontier for him.

  “You wish. ;)”

  “I do wish babe! So hot! I can’t wait for you to get home!”

  Well. It was nice to know he was just as turned on as I was. We were going to have one hell of a session when I got home tonight, let me tell you.

  “So what about the next one? Any chance of you getting a little naughty at that meeting?”

  I peered down at my schedule. Not that I figured there was much chance of me wanting to get naughty with any of the people I was going to be meeting with tonight. Most of them were coming in couples, and I really hadn’t been lying when I told him that most of the guys were far too old. Sure there could be something hot, something sexy, about an older guy, but not with these guys. If I was forced to compare them to a famous celebrity I’d say most of these guys were more Jabba the Hutt than George Clooney, if you catch my meaning.

  Besides, the next name on the list was the one that definitely wouldn’t be the subject of one of his fantasies. Mrs. Arnold. I winced as I read that name. Her kid was one of the biggest troublemakers I had this year, and every time she came to visit it became painfully obvious where he got it from. I’d probably be spending the entire meeting trying to explain to her exactly why it was her son’s fault that he was bullying other students. She was exactly the kind of winner that I needed to finish up the night.

  Although there was one name left after her. I recognized the name, Thompson, but I didn’t think I’d ever actually met with him before. Usually the mother came in and my understanding was they were a divorced household. Interesting. I guess that would be enough for a little bit of fantasy fodder for my husband even if the guy probably would end up looking like the rest. At least it’d be something to tide Steve over while he was waiting for me to finish up and get home.

  “I think the next meeting is a bust,” I tapped into my phone. “But the meeting after that might be interesting. A sexy divorced father I’ve never seen before. Mysterious stranger, all that good stuff.”

  “Can’t wait! ;)” Steve texted back at me. “You’ll have to be sure and tell me about all the naughty adventures you’re having with him while it’s happening!”

  I shook my head as I looked down at my phone. Yeah, like that was going to happen.

  3: Change of Plans

  The door closed on Mrs. Arnold and I breathed a sigh of relief. I picked up my phone and took the opportunity to tap out a quick message to Steve who was still waiting faithfully for me at home.

  “Only one more conference to go,” I tapped out. “Hopefully it’s a short one, but don’t wait up for me if it goes long! ;)”

  My phone buzzed and lit up almost immediately. “I hope I have to wait up for you babe!”

  I sighed but I couldn’t help but smile. He could dream, I’d tell him all about some fake scenario when I got home, but if he thought anything actually was going to happen then he was dreaming. He always seemed a little disappointed when we finished spinning out a little fantasy scenario and I admitted I made the whole thing up, but I don’t know why he expected anything different. Like I’d actually cheat on my husband. Please!

  Heck, I’d much rather be flopping down on the couch next to Steve and having a little bit of fun than hanging around her even if it did give me fuel for a new fantasy scenario.

  I sighed and the collapsed back in my chair. The travails of being a hot young teacher fresh out of college. Just telling him about how the guys stared at me during conferences would probably be enough to get Steve going even if I didn’t spin out a fantasy for him. None of them said anything but I could tell from the way they looked at me. From the way their eyes quickly ran up and down my body and then back to my eyes like they figured I wouldn’t notice.

  It’s not like it was my fault. I tried to dress conservatively. Especially since I was dealing with teenage boys day in and day out. A girl wasn’t going to survive in a job like this for very long if she tried to dress like a model on the catwalk every day. No, it was a conservative button up shirt and skirts that went well past my knees on a daily basis. Not th
at it helped much.

  Not that it was helping tonight.

  I glanced down at the last name on the list. The Thompson kid’s dad. This should be a pretty fast one. Quiet, kind of nerdy, always got the best grades. I wondered if the father was going to be just as quiet as the son. That would make this a very quick one indeed. Not that I figured this had to be a very long conference at all considering that the kid was doing pretty good.

  Of course if the father was just as nerdy as the son then that meant I was definitely going to have to do some embellishing when I told Steve all about this later. Oh well. It’s not like it’d be the first time I did something like that.

  A knock rang out on the door.

  “Come in!”

  I stood and turned to face the nerdy Mr. Thompson and my mouth dropped open. Holy shit! I suddenly found myself looking this guy up and down in much the same way that other fathers had been looking me up and down tonight. I barely caught myself at the end when I finished raking him with my eyes. And from the smile on his face, from the way he was grinning like a Cheshire cat, he’d definitely caught me looking at him.

  That caused a flush of embarrassment to rise to my cheeks. And he immediately noticed that flush of embarrassment rising to my cheeks which caused him to grin even wider which caused me to get even more embarrassed.

  Okay. So far this conference definitely wasn’t starting off the way I’d anticipated. I needed to get control. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about how this is exactly the sort of thing Steve had probably fantasized about so many times and here I was actually playing into the part for real for once. It was a new, weird, different, and exciting experience.

  I gestured to the chair in front of my desk and quickly sat down. I turned away from him to try and hide my face. To try and hide my shame. To try and regain some of my composure. I was a professional! I did not react that way to students’ parents! I definitely didn’t let myself actually get carried away with one of Steve’s fantasy scenarios in the real world like this no matter how much he might like that!