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  Contents

  Copyright

  What's A Hotwife?

  1: Office Party

  2: Sneaking Off

  3: Searching

  4: Parking

  5: Dark Fantasies

  6: Shopping Tryst

  7: Recruiting

  8: In Motion

  9: Interrupted

  10: Dark Desires

  11: Again?

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  Dark 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, August 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: Office Party

  I looked around the office party and sighed. I really hated these things.

  "Come on honey," Megan said. "You have to schmooze with people at these parties."

  "I know," I said. "There just aren't that many people I want to schmooze with."

  I'd just been moved to this department about a month ago, and so far I hadn't been terribly impressed with what I saw. Mostly a bunch of backstabbing idiots, even more so than what you usually got at this company. It didn't help that management was incompetent on top of everything else, or that I was supposed to figure out a way to make that management less incompetent. Without firing them, if possible.

  I rolled my eyes. Leave it to the execs to show compassion in the one instance where it wasn't justified. Even when they started to show a heart they were idiots about applying it in a situation that didn't deserve it.

  I sighed again. There was old Arnold hitting on his poor secretary Cindy while her secret boyfriend, couldn't have the perverted old boss man finding out that his eye candy was spoken for by somebody he could get fired, watched on with an angry glare. I really needed to do something about that.

  "Hey man!" A voice drifted from across the room.

  I turned and smiled. Michael appeared out of the crowd, a grin plastered across his face. His dark skin was a sharp contrast to almost everybody else in the room. I'd heard people grumbling he was just a diversity hire or some bullshit like that, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Of all the people in this department he seemed like the one who was most likely to rise to the top. He was the only one who actually knew how to do his goddamn job, and I'd latched onto him like a lifeline in this sea of mediocrity and idiocy since moving down here to bust heads and get things in order.

  "Hey Michael!" I said. "Having fun?"

  Michael made a motion with his fingers as though he was shooting himself in the head and I chuckled and shook my own head. It probably wasn't what we should say at one of these parties, we were supposed to look like we were towing the company line, but I'd always found that I could be perfectly honest with Michael. He was probably the best work friend I had in addition to the best worker I had.

  "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend honey?" Megan asked.

  I blinked and turned to my wife. And I took the opportunity of turning to her to look her up and down. I knew this was just your average run-of-the-mill office party, but she was dressed to kill. She definitely looked better than every other woman in here, including the trophy secretaries in attendance who hadn't exactly been hired for their skills at taking dictation, if you catch my drift.

  No, Megan was absolutely gorgeous tonight in the quintessential little black dress that showed off plenty of her back and molded to her perfectly sculpted body that she'd kept in shape even after we graduated. Ten years out of college and she was still as beautiful today as the day we met back in high school. She was still drop dead gorgeous. She was still the envy of every man and some of the women in the room, if some of the jealous glances I was seeing cast her way were any indication.

  Well those assholes could eat their hearts out. She was all mine.

  And yet. There was something about the way she was looking at Michael that had me wondering. There was an interest there that I didn't often see, and that sparked something within me that I thought had lain dormant for some time. Something that I figured had finally gone away after being married for a few years, even if it did pop up every once in a while.

  Like tonight, apparently.

  No, I had to be seeing things. That had to be the alcohol running through my system. Or at the very least it was wishful thinking.

  "I'm sorry honey," I said. "This is Michael. I've told you about him before."

  There was a sudden twinkle to my wife's eye. A twinkle I'd seen before when she decided it was time to indulge that fantasy I thought was dormant. When she decided to be a little naughty. Color me intrigued.

  No, Megan was really looking Michael up and down. And it's not like I could blame her. Michael was a handsome man, he got plenty of looks from the women working in the cubicle farm here. He was tall, broad shouldered, it was obvious that he had a good muscled frame underneath those button up shirts and ties he was always wearing, and he had a handsome face. Yeah, when he smiled it seemed like the girls in the office melted.

  As I looked Megan up and down it wasn't exactly like she was melting, but there was definitely a reaction there. Her lips were parted ever so slightly. Her breathing coming a little more hot and heavy than it had been a minute ago when it was just the two of us standing here with our drinks watching the room. I almost thought I could see her nipples pressing out against her black dress, but of course that was crazy. First off if she had a bra on that would stop that from happening, though come to think of it I wasn't sure if she was wearing a bra, and secondly it was a black dress so it was hard to see that sort of thing anyways.

  Still, I almost thought I could imagine it.

  And I almost wanted to scream in frustration. Of course I didn't actually scream out in frustration. That would seem a little odd out here. The urge was there though.

  Wh
y did this stupid fantasy have to come back now? Why did it have to hit me when I was on this floor of the building of all places? Why couldn't it have happened while she was at the gym with some trainer or something? Why couldn't it have happened while we were out at a bar meeting somebody who was completely safe precisely because we'd never see them again? Why couldn't she have that reaction to somebody we met while we were off at some secluded beach somewhere on a vacation?

  But no, the guy she had to take an interest in was a guy at my work. On a floor that I hated. Sure it was the one guy on the whole floor that I actually like, but still.

  I forced myself to calm down. I forced myself to take a couple of deep breaths as I watched their interaction. After all, I told myself, even if she did seem interested in Michael it's not like anything was actually going to happen. No, nothing ever happened. Partly because Megan was faithful to me, even if there was a small part of me that sort of wished she wasn't. Sometimes.

  That part of me sort of got turned on by the idea of her being anything but faithful. Of course mostly she wouldn't go through with anything serious because while she knew I got off on her flirting with other guys, on watching other guys watching her, on seeing their eyes running up and down her beautiful toned body, that's as far as it ever went. Fun and flirting.

  I took a couple of deep gulps from my drink. One thing I could be glad for was that they served alcohol at these occasions, even if the bartenders did have instructions to cut people off after two. Instructions they didn't follow as long as there was enough green in their tip jar. Already people in the room were starting to get a little crazy.

  "Whoa there!" Megan said. She reached out and pulled my wrist away, almost sending some of the precious booze onto the floor. I managed to catch my glass at the last minute and prevent disaster though.

  "Whoa baby!" I said.

  "Whoa yourself!" she replied. "Were you trying to drink the whole bar in one go?

  Michael laughed and reached out to smack my shoulder. It was a smack that almost threw me off balance. The guy was muscular. And strong. Sometimes he didn't know his own strength.

  "Don't worry about hubby here," he said. "This guy works hard, and if anyone deserves to get drunk at these things it's him!"

  He punctuated that by looking around the room. Around at everybody who was a little less deserving of getting drunk. He frowned. That frown made me smile. Good man. It was obvious he didn't approve of them partying hard. I agreed with his assessment that none of them deserved it.

  And then he turned back to Megan and she took a step back under his gaze. "So anyways, you were telling me about how my boss talks all about me? Surely I hope they're all good things!"

  "Mostly good things," Megan said with a twinkle in her eye and a thin smile on her face. "Mostly."

  She turned and looked at me. Locked eyes with me with that twinkle in her eye. A naughty twinkle. It was obvious they were getting along famously. It was obvious there was a spark between the two of them, and it's not like I minded. Not all that much.

  I was a modern guy. I was confident. I was secure in our relationship. And so because of all of the above it really didn't bother me all that much when my wife obviously got hot and bothered by another guy.

  No, if anything it just got me going with the aforementioned fantasy. A crazy fantasy that I'd lived with for awhile now. That I'd had a lot of time to mull over and try to figure out exactly what made it tick. It was always an ego boost when another guy got turned on by my wife. It was like it was a validation of how hot she was. It was similar to guys getting together and mooning over a sports car or something like that, only in this case the killer curves were on Megan rather than on a Corvette. Seeing another guy, particularly a guy as hot as Michael, drooling over her was the equivalent of having someone say "hey, nice choice!"

  Was it a little crazy objectifying my wife like that? Yeah, I suppose it was. Just a little. But at the same time, who didn't want to be objectified just a little bit every now and again? Wasn't that the whole foundation of a relationship, being objectified via pure animal attraction until you got to know someone a little better? Until you decided that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with them?

  And as I looked at Megan there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. That was the reason why I put a ring on her finger, after all. She really was the full package. Intelligent, a killer body, and the way she was rocking that dress tonight at this little get-together was insane. Lots of men had their eyes on her when they thought I wasn't looking. Their attention was naturally drawn to her. Of course Michael was the only man in the room who'd drawn her attention.

  I figured that was cool though. I was secure enough in our marriage. Besides, I wanted to sit back and enjoy the show. See what happened. Nothing had ever happened beyond a little flirting before, but there was something in the air that filled me with an insane hope. Megan knew I didn't mind a little flirting, but we'd never actually talked about things going farther than that. If what I was sensing between Michael and my wife really was a thing then we were entering uncharted territory.

  Unfortunately I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to see ancient Mr. Arnold staring at me with a frown on his face. Inwardly I sighed. That frown meant I was about to be pulled into an impromptu work meeting even though we were supposed to talk about anything but work at these get-togethers. No, the unofficial ban against talking about work never stopped Arnold. Particularly since he was the one who was most being affected by some of the changes I was trying to implement since he was the idiot whose "management philosophy" had led to the changes being needed in the first place.

  No, I'd had to put up with my fair share of bullshit from him since it was his personal fiefdom I was slowly dismantling at the behest of our corporate overlords. Smith was a dinosaur and I was the massive asteroid that had been sent by corporate to completely obliterated the world he knew. Only he wasn't going down without a fight. He hadn't quite realized that he was in very real danger of going extinct. In his mind he was still the one who was in charge of the department, despite all evidence to the contrary.

  I sighed and looked over to Michael and Megan leaning together and giggling. She looked over to me and winked. A wink that sent a thrill running down to the very core of my being. A wink that made my cock immediately rock hard. Sometimes she would flirt with guys because she knew it got me going, but other times she would flirt with guys because she was genuinely interested in the guy. The way she communicated that it was the latter rather than the former was with that little wink, and so my cock was throbbing.

  I frowned. Not exactly the ideal situation to have a conversation with ancient Arnold. Still, he was a massive wave, and I was the rock that corporate had sent down for him to crash against. And so it looked like I was going to be doing my job tonight even though we weren't supposed to be talking about work stuff. I sighed and turned to talk to him.

  Meanwhile, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michael putting an arm around Megan, his hand down at the small of her back, and leading her off into the crowd of people who were drinking and schmoozing.

  Fuck. I hadn't hated Arnold any more than at this very moment because he was pulling me away from my wife and her flirtation with Michael. Damn him.

  2: Sneaking Off

  I allowed this new guy, this Michael, to lead me away. His hand was like a hot iron pressing against the small of my back. He was being chaste, he was behaving himself, but I couldn't help but imagine those hands doing so much more to me. I couldn't help but imagine his hand running up and pulling at one of the straps on my little black dress. I thought about him moving those hands around to the front. Cupping my tits through my dress. And I shivered as I thought of that.

  Sure Brad had talked about his buddy Michael at the office, but I'd never imagined that his buddy Michael would this sculpted god. It wasn't fair for a man in corporate America to look that good. Sure he was wearing a
nice button up shirt and a tie, but it was pretty damn obvious that underneath all of that there was a muscled god waiting to break free, and feeling that muscled god's touch on my body was driving me insane. It was causing my pussy to get soaked in a way that I rarely did when I was flirting with other guys for my husband's benefit.

  I was well aware of how much it got him going. I was well aware of how turned on he got when he saw me with another man. Particularly when he saw me being naughty and flirting with another man. More than anything I was well aware that he turned into a monster in the sack later that night when I'd been flirting with another guy. It was like he took all of the jealous emotions that most guys would feel when they saw their girl flirting with another guy and he translated that into a potent sexual energy that he then poured into me. Poured into my body and soul. And it was always some of the most fucking amazing sex that I'd ever had.

  Needless to say I always enjoyed flirting with other guys, even if it was more innocent than my husband probably realized most of the time.

  Only this was different. There were times when I really did get hot and bothered, and this Michael guy was definitely doing it for me!

  I don't know what it was about him. Maybe it was that he was such a surprise. Maybe it was that I wasn't expecting to find a man this sexy as my husband's office. Maybe it was that he had everything that I enjoyed in a man while also hitting a secret fantasy of mine of getting with a black man that I kept well hidden away from Brad. Broad shoulders. A thickly muscled chest. I could just imagine the six pack abs that were under that button up shirt. Hell, I was imagining what it would feel like to run my tongue along those six pack abs right now as he steered me over to a secluded corner of the office party.

  More than anything, though, it was his jet black his skin that was really doing it for me. There was something exotic about that. Of course there was also the rumors. I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about. My husband was no slouch in the size department, but there were all those things you heard about black guys. About their massive cocks. Sure I'd never actually been with a man of that persuasion despite fantasizing, but if the videos I watched when I was sure Brad wasn't around, I was afraid he would forever think himself inadequate if he knew about this fantasy which couldn't be farther from the truth, were any indication those rumors were absolutely true based on my limited experience. And I found myself wondering if it would be true with this Michael guy as well, even though I knew there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that anything like that would actually happen.