Birthday Surprise: A Hotwife Fantasy Read online

  Contents

  Copyright

  What's A Hotwife?

  1: Preview

  2: Good Little Wife

  3: Preparations

  4: Special Guest Star

  5: Office Flirt to Office Fuck

  More from Lexi Archer

  Birthday Surprise

  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: Preview

  I had butterflies in my stomach as I heard the shower stop and he got out. We weren’t even close to the festivities for tonight, though he had no idea what those festivities were, and yet I felt so nervous. My stomach was twisting into knots as I thought about what I had to do today. About everything I had to put together to make an absolutely perfect evening.

  I stepped into the shower just as he opened the door and stepped out. Brett’s eyes went wide as he saw me standing there.

  “Happy birthday big boy,” I said.

  “Holy shit!” he said.

  I smiled and did a quick twirl in my lingerie. It was a white piece I’d bought the night before while I was making my preparations. It had been a real bitch trying to sneak into the laundry, but I did it. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect today.

  And this particular piece of lingerie really was perfect as far as I was concerned. It was an almost exact replica of the lingerie I’d worn on our wedding night. It was completely white with sheer lace up top that left nothing to the imagination, and down below was a white thong that also left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

  Not that I’d been a blushing virgin on our wedding night. Nothing approaching that, to be sure. It just felt like white was appropriate. And considering the fantasy I was fulfilling for Brett tonight, well let’s just say it seemed appropriate that I’d wear white lingerie that looked exactly like the one I’d worn the night we consummated our marriage.

  I planned on consummating another milestone in our marriage tonight, and it was one he’d been asking about for a hell of a long time. I imagine he was going to be ridiculously surprised when he found his surprise tonight.

  Right now I just wanted to give him a little taste of what he could expect this evening.

  And so with that in mind I advanced on Brett. His eyes widened and he looked down, his cock already getting hard as I stepped towards him. I pressed my body against his, enjoying the feeling of his muscular body pressing against my own. The feeling of his cock sandwiching between our bodies. God I loved the feel of him just after he got out of the shower. I loved the smell of him. And as I leaned up and pressed my lips against his, opened my mouth and moved my tongue into his mouth as he wrapped his arms around me, I also enjoyed the taste of him.

  He felt so wonderful, the feeling of that kiss was so incredible, that I was tempted to give up on the waiting game before it even started, give up on my plans for the evening, and stay at home with him. He could call into work and we could enjoy a day at home celebrating his birthday in the most incredible way possible.

  But no. I had a very special birthday surprise for him. A special birthday surprise that was going to surprise him and drive him wild.

  I moved a hand down and wrapped it around his cock. Started moving it up and down. Brett groaned and pulled away, looked down at me.

  “What brought this on baby?”

  “Can’t I plan a nice surprise for my husband’s birthday?”

  “I’m not complaining,” he said. “I’m just surprised is all. Usually you just give me a card.”

  “Well it’s not every day a man turns thirty is it?”

  After that his eyes rolled into the back of his head, he let out a groan, and it was clear that any rational thought went out of his mind as I continued pumping his shaft. I loved the feel of his cock. It was one of the most amazing sensations in the world as far as I was concerned. Of course this wasn’t all. Not by far. I planned on laying it on thick. I plan on giving him his every fantasy today, and that included a little bit of dirty talk at the start of the day to get him good and going while he was at work thinking about what he was missing back home.

  “You like it when I do this?” I asked.

  “Oh God, you have no idea!”

  I leaned in closer, whispered to him. “What if I told you I did this to Justin down at the office last night?”

  This time his eyes rolled into the back of his head and the groan he let out was so intense. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at me with surprise and then a hint of a smile on his face.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You know what I’m talking about! Your wife was a little slutty, a little naughty, last night at work. I stayed late because I was busy in my cubicle, but I wasn’t working if you catch my drift.”

  “Oh fuck!”

  I had gotten home late last night. Only it wasn’t because I was busy at work or anything. No, nothing of the sort. Sure I lied and told him I was working late when I wasn’t doing anything of the sort, but I wasn’t doing anything that fit into any of his dirty fantasies. No, I’d been busy picking up supplies for the surprise tonight.

  I’d also had a little conversation with Justin, a younger coworker of mine who’d become a frequent player in our dirty talk ever since my husband revealed a very surprising fantasy to me, and it had been a conversation that had definitely surprised Justin. Surprised and delighted him, I’m sure, considering how often he hung around my cubicle even though we worked in completely different departments and really didn't have a good reason to be talking to each other for work.

  But to say that I’d been jerking him off the night before in my cubicle was embellishing things far beyond what had really happened. Of
course our dirty talk, the fantasy life we’d constructed in the past couple of months since my husband revealed his dirty little fantasy to me, involved a hell of a lot of exaggeration. Justin happened to be the most convenient target, and the hottest guy that I knew aside from my husband, so he was a natural fit when I started talking dirty with Brett.

  “Fuck baby, did you really?”

  I smiled a thin mysterious smile up at him. A smile that promised everything while giving away nothing. It was my favorite smile to give him when we were indulging in one of our little dirty talk fantasies like this.

  “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, but you’ll never know,” I said.

  “Fuck!”

  I felt a familiar twitching start in his cock. I frowned slightly as I looked down. I knew exactly what that feeling meant, and it wasn’t a feeling I could allow him to indulge in. Not yet. I needed him to be turned on, on the edge, and getting off this early in the day would just make him sleepy for his commute. I wanted him thinking about this moment for the rest of the day. I wanted the only thing on his mind as he sat in his cubicle to be the thought of me leaning up against my own cubicle wall with my coworker’s pants down around his ankles as I jerked him off.

  And so I did something that was perhaps a little cruel considering how I’d just been teasing my husband, particularly considering this was his birthday and I was supposed to be giving him one hell of a good time, and I moved my finger to press against the base of his cock. I held it in place as he started thrusting his hips towards me, as he tried desperately to get any sort of release he possibly could. Only release was the last thing I wanted to allow him.

  His cock continued twitching for several moments as he desperately tried to get any stimulation he possibly could, as he desperately tried to push himself over the edge, but I didn’t allow it to happen. I kept a death grip on his dick until there wasn’t any danger of going over the edge. When I pulled my hand away there was a brief little trickle of liquid that came out of the head of his cock, but nothing approaching what would have blown out of there if I’d allowed him to have his orgasm.

  I looked him straight in the eyes as I gathered up that liquid on my finger, moved that finger up to my lips, and sucked it into my mouth. He took in a sharp breath as he watched and I briefly wondered if I needed to move my hand back down there to put the clamps down and prevent him from coming.

  Only when I glanced down it looked like there was no worry of that. No twitching in evidence. I looked up at him and grinned again.

  “Good boy,” I said. “And I want you to keep being a good boy. No getting yourself off during the day. I don’t want you to ruin your surprise!”

  “Surprise? What surprise?”

  I leaned up and kissed him again, though this time it didn’t lead to anything approaching the make out session we’d just enjoyed a moment ago. I brushed his lips and pulled away.

  “You’ll just have to wait to see tonight, won’t you?” I said. “This morning was just a little taste of what’s to come, but tonight your every fantasy is going to come true.”

  He swallowed as he looked down at me. His eyebrows rose in disbelief. “My every fantasy?”

  “Maybe?”

  “Even the big one?”

  I reached up and patted his cheek then moved my hand down to run a finger along his cock which twitched at my touch. I smiled at that twitching. It was amazing how easy it was to manipulate him, how easy it was to get him so turned on.

  “You’ll just have to think about that all day and wait and see what happens tonight, won’t you?”

  2: Good Little Wife

  I made sure to keep up the torture for the rest of the morning as he got ready. I made some excuse about how I was going into the office late, but I had no intention of going into the office at all. Of course that didn’t mean I wouldn’t see somebody from the office later tonight as part of his surprise, but that was for me to know and him to find out at the deliciously opportune moment.

  Brett came downstairs ready for breakfast. Usually it was a just toast he threw into the toaster on his way out the door, but this morning I’d made sure to get down there early enough to make him eggs and bacon along with his toast. He looked at the spread on the kitchen table and blinked.

  “You cooked? You never cook.”

  “Can’t I be a good little wife for my husband today?” I asked.

  He rolled his eyes but he sat down at the table. He looked from side to side around the plate trying to find his utensils, but there was nothing there. No, instead I came up with a fork and started stabbing at his eggs. Moving them up to his mouth. He looked up at me and his eyes bulged out when he saw me leaning over in the lingerie. One of the nice things about this particular piece was that every time I leaned over it fell forward just enough to give a perfect view of my tits. He could see all the way down to my belly button, nipples included, as I was leaning over with fork in hand, a smile on my face, and a twinkle in my eye.

  “Holy shit Rachel!”

  “Eat like a good boy,” I said.

  Dutifully he leaned forward and took a bite of his eggs. He was hesitant, to be sure, but he did it at least. I wanted to make sure and do everything for him today. I wanted this to be the absolute perfect birthday for him.

  And I have to admit I found myself getting just a little turned on by doing this. I got the idea from the book. You know the one. The same book that it seemed like every woman was reading these days. It was a book that had given me ideas. Ideas that were going to be translated into his birthday present tonight, but in the meantime I wanted to try a little bit of submission earlier in the day. I wanted to try the kind of submission that didn’t involve any sort of ropes or chains or handcuffs. I just wanted to play the perfect little housewife, and I was surprised at just how much it was turning me on. I was wet between the legs and I was definitely going to have to take this lingerie off as soon as he got out the door to keep from completely ruining it before the festivities tonight.

  A couple of times he reached out and tried to grab my tits, but every time I reached out and smacked his hand away and wagged a finger at him. Soon enough his naughty breakfast was finished and he started to head out to the garage. Only before he could make it I positioned myself between him and the garage door.

  “I’m going to be late for work honey,” he said.

  “I’ll let you go in a minute. First I need to be sure about something.”

  He arched a curious eyebrow. “Does this have to do with my big birthday surprise?”

  “Something like that,” I said.

  “Okay then, shoot,” he said.

  “That fantasy you’re always talking about?”

  He paused for a moment before continuing. A look of panic crossed his face. I don’t think he realized that he looked like that every time we brought this up, at least initially. I’m not sure why he’d look like that. It was his fantasy after all, and I thought I’d been more than game with the dirty talk and role-playing. I figured he’d know by now that I was into it just as much as he was.

  Hell, considering what I’d planned for his birthday I was starting to think that I was a lot more into it than he was. That’s why I had to ask this question. That’s why I had to be absolutely sure before I went ahead with his birthday surprise. Because this was the kind of birthday surprise that had the potential to destroy our marriage if it turned out he wasn’t serious, that he wanted this to stay firmly in the realm of fantasy.

  “You’re sure about it?” I asked.

  “Sure about it? What do you mean? I love our dirty talk,” he said.

  I looked down and my voice was quiet. “I’m talking about the other thing. The thing you asked me last week.”

  Brett’s eyes went even wider than when he saw me in the bathroom wearing this skimpy lingerie. They bulged out more than they had when I leaned over the table and started feeding him his breakfast. He was starting to get the hint. He was starting to get an idea of exactly what
his birthday surprise might be. And from the smile crossing his face I had all the answer I needed. From the way his cock was tenting out in his dress pants I definitely had all the answer I was ever going to need.

  But still. I needed to hear it. I needed to hear him say it. I needed absolute confirmation. This wasn’t the kind of fantasy that you undertook lightly.

  “Are you serious Rachel?”

  I put a finger against his lips and then moved it over to mine in a shushing motion. “I told you I’m not going to ruin your birthday surprise. It’s time for you to answer my question, not for me to answer your questions. You’ll have plenty of time for that later tonight.”

  He swallowed and looked me up and down as I stood there in my lingerie. As I rocked back and forth trying to look as sweet and innocent as possible. Though admittedly “sweet and innocent” wasn’t exactly the kind of look that was easy to pull off in lingerie that was as skimpy and revealing as this.

  “I was one hundred percent serious,” he said. “I meant what I asked you that night, and I would love it if that fantasy happened.”

  I smiled a secretive smile and stepped to the side allowing him to brush past me. Only I was sure to stay close enough that he had to brush against me on his way out. He closed his eyes and groaned as his body pressed against mine, as his rock hard cock pressed against the spot where lingerie exposed my tight stomach. Hell, I closed my eyes and let out a quiet gasp of my own.

  I realized he wasn’t moving. I looked up and he was staring down at me with unconcealed lust and hunger in his eyes. I blinked and pulled away from him before he could do something silly like lunge at me. Because I knew that as turned on as I was right now all it would take was him lunging at me and I’d be completely gone. I’d be lost. We’d it be fucking on the kitchen counter in a matter of minutes and all of that talk about his fantasy would be forgotten.