Taste Test: A Hotwife Fantasy Read online

  Contents

  Copyright

  What's A Hotwife?

  1: Work Distractions

  2: Working Out

  3: Oral Fixation

  4: Permission

  5: Temptation

  6: The Plunge

  7: Reaping Rewards

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  Lexi Archer

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  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, January 2016

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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: Work Distractions

  “So are you having fun with that scanner?”

  I shivered and closed my eyes for a moment. Of all the distractions that could confront me at work, angry customers, sexy customers, customers who were upset that they hadn’t lost weight and thought the girl checking them in at the front was somehow at fault, that voice was the last sort of distraction I needed.

  “Did you need help, Liam?” I asked.

  “I don’t know love. You’ve never seemed the type to be able to provide the sort of help I want.”

  Liam came into view beside me. I did a quick sweep of the door to make sure we weren’t going to be interrupted, but there weren’t that many people coming into the gym at this time of day. The before-work crowd came in before I got into work. Usually the soccer moms came in first thing in the morning with their kids and were done well before noon. The after work crowd didn’t show up until after the workday was over, for obvious reasons.

  Leaving me all alone with what was quite possibly the most boring job in the world. Not that it was too bad. I had distractions. The owner let me put the scanner up with a sign telling people to check themselves in while I worked out. My husband didn’t mind that one bit.

  And then there was Liam. Personal trainer to most of those soccer moms. Known cad who wasn’t above having some “personal” personal training with some of those ladies despite the fact that they were married. Cad. Sexy. Scottish.

  Panty melting in every sense of the word, and completely off limits because I was a married woman and I was not going to play that game with him.

  No matter how tempting it might be.

  That didn’t mean I couldn’t engage in a little harmless flirting, though. After all, I’d already finished my workout for the day and the after work rush wasn’t going to start for another couple of hours. I needed something to do in the meantime.

  I blushed at how that was worded.

  “Really Liam? And what sort of help do you need from me?”

  He surprised me by leaning in. Taking my hand in his. I felt a chill at that touch. He pulled my hand towards him and twirled the diamond in my engagement ring around a couple of times before moving on to my wedding ring and doing the same.

  “Oh I think we both know what we’d both enjoy, but then again you’re a good little married girl. Wouldn’t be proper and all that, now would it?”

  I sighed. No, it wouldn’t be proper. That was probably part of the reason why it was setting me aflame down between my legs. I was going to need a trip to the bathroom to stand in front of one of the dryers with the front of my pants down after what he did to me, if you catch my drift. Damn it was unfair for one man to be that sexy, confident, and completely without a shred of morals or respect when it came to respecting the boundaries of other people’s marriages.

  If only some of the other married guys who sent their wives to the gym knew what they were getting up to with their personal trainer.

  “You’re right, Liam. It’s not proper at all. I’m not one of your pretty clients to be won over by flexing or something,” I said.

  "Come on Rachel," he said. "We don't even have to go all the way. We could just pop into one of the locker rooms and have a little bit of oral fun. What do you say?"

  I rolled my eyes even as I fought down the urge to retch. "Keep dreaming! My husband doesn't even get to enjoy that."

  Liam clutched his chest as though he was suffering from a heart attack. Of course it was all part of the act. A guy as young as he was who was in as great a shape as he was didn't have a heart attack. But he was pulling one hell of an over-the-top fake.

  "You have to be kidding!" he said.

  "No way," I said. "That's just not my cup of tea. Those things are dirty."

  Liam leaned against the desk with a pained expression on his face. He put a hand up against his eyes and rubbed his temples.

  "Let me get this straight," he said. "You think your husband's dick is dirty? Does he not shower or something?"

  “It’s nothing like that! He showers all the time!”

  “So what’s the problem?”

  "Well…"

  "You let him fuck you, right?” he asked.

  "Of course I do! And it's always fun!"

  "Right. So you let him stick his dirty dick inside you?"

  "That's different," I snapped.

  "How the hell is that different? It's his dick. It's going inside you! What’s the difference?"

  "The difference is that part of me was designed to have that part of him inside it," I said. "Taking that into my mouth, though? Especially when it's been down in his pants all day long? All dark and warm and musty and everything?"

  I shivered again. I knew it was unreasonable. I knew it was a little crazy. That I was probably damaged goods on some level because I wasn't interested in giving my husband a blowjob. But…

  "Mark has never comp
lained!"

  "Well of course he hasn't," Liam said. "You don't ever complain to the one who's making sure you get laid on the regular. Especially if he’s locked into a contract with you for the rest of his life. One reason why I try not to keep myself locked down, I might add. It doesn't change the fact that it's a fucking tragedy that poor man has to go the rest of his life without blowjobs."

  "You'll forgive me if I'm not in the mood to take marriage advice from you of all people," I said. “Like you said. You’re not the type to let yourself be tied down.”

  "Maybe it's just that hubby isn't doing it for you," he asked. "Come on Rachel. You can admit it if you're a little bored with things. Getting into a routine?"

  "Shut up Liam," I said, though there was no fire to my words.

  Was there some truth to that? He had me wondering. Was there something wrong with me? I knew plenty of girls who enjoyed giving. Hell, I knew plenty of girls who at least put up with it because they knew their man liked getting head.

  Was I a horrible person for cutting my husband off from that for the rest of his life? Even if he acted like it wasn't a big deal? Was that all just an act on his part?

  Was it a big deal?

  Damn Liam for putting these doubts in my mind. Why couldn't he just keep his big mouth shut!

  Liam leaned in closer. I was painfully aware of how damned close he was. I could feel the heat coming off of his body. He felt so good. He smelled so good. A masculine scent that was just a hint of whatever cologne he used and him.

  My breath picked up. I chided myself for getting so worked up with him getting so close to me. I was a married woman, after all. At the end of the day I was going home to Mark. I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate me getting up close and personal with the most notorious personal trainer at the gym.

  Yet I couldn't help myself.

  "Maybe what you need is a little shakeup in your routine Rachel," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

  Liam took my hand again. Pulled me towards him. And before I realized what was happening my fingers were brushing against his cock. I let out a moan. My fingers danced up and down its length. He felt so big. So good.

  So good that I found myself wondering what it would feel like to get down on my knees in front of him. To see the head glistening with pre-come. Excited because of me. The notorious player deciding he wanted me, if only for a moment.

  I imagined opening my mouth, leaning forward, and that more than anything pulled me out of the fantasy. I guess old habits died hard. What the hell was wrong with me? Here I was rubbing another man's cock and thinking about sucking it? What the fuck!

  I pulled my hand away as though I'd touched a live wire. Liam snickered, but he let my hand go. I wanted to be pissed off at him, but I was the one who got carried away. I was the one who started feeling him up. I was the one who just violated my wedding vows in a minor way.

  Well, I told myself it was minor. Chances are Mark wouldn't feel the same way if he found out about it. Better that I didn't tell him at all. Guilt burned inside me.

  "Liam…"

  “Yeah Rachel?”

  “I said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m not some trophy wife for you to steal away easily.”

  “As far as I’m concerned that challenge just makes you all the more fun to try and steal.”

  “I know what you’re trying and it isn’t going to work.”

  “Oh yeah? What makes you think you can’t be wooed?”

  He moved his hand away from my fingers. Traced it up my arm. Against my better judgment I let him do it. Again, what was the harm? It’s not like he was going to try and seduce me right here at the front desk when some industrious person could come in for a midday workout.

  I shivered and goose bumps ran all over my body. Damn his touch was nice. I wondered if it was because of how fucking hot he was or because of how forbidden the touch was. Probably a little bit of all of the above.

  “That’s really too bad,” he muttered. “Just ask any of my clients. I come highly recommended. One of the big reasons I make the big bucks.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah? And how long do you think you’d still be rolling in those big bucks if their husbands found out what they were paying you to do with their wives?”

  He shrugged and grinned. A self-confident grin that told me he didn’t give a shit before he even spoke. “Why should I care? I keep the ladies in great shape for their men, and sometimes they want to thank me in a very personal way. What’s wrong with that?”

  I opened my mouth to tell him exactly what was wrong with that, but a blast of cold air hit me and I turned to face whoever came through. A pretty girl with blue eyes and long blonde hair that was bundled up in a winter coat that made her look like an eskimo. And she only had eyes for Liam.

  “Amber!” Liam said, his arms spreading wide.

  “Hi Liam. Didn’t expect to see you up here waiting for me,” she said with a smile and a blush that I knew was all an act. This bitch was happy to see him there waiting for her.

  Bitch? Now why would I think of her like that? It’s not like I was in competition with her or anything. It’s not like I was jealous of the “personal training” session she was about to get with Liam.

  At least that’s what I told myself, knowing it was a lie even as the thought crossed my mind.

  “And here I thought you were just up here to see me,” I muttered under my breath as Amber moved past us with a smile for Liam. I waited until she was out of earshot, though I’m not sure why I did that. It’s not like I owed him anything. Especially not playing air traffic controller for one of the married women he was banging on the side.

  I shivered. Why did I shiver at the thought of him banging a married woman? Probably because that was just a hop, skip, and a jump away from him banging me. Something that intrigued me far more than I’d ever let on to him. I was a happily married woman, after all.

  “I’m always up here to see you,” he said. “Completely forgot Amber was coming in today. Promise. Though now that duty calls…”

  And with that he was gone. I turned to watch him disappearing back into the gym, following Amber. She’d disappeared into the women’s lockers, but I wouldn’t put it past him to follow her in there. The place was pretty sparsely populated, after all, so it’s not like he was risking all that much.

  2: Working Out

  I sighed and leaned over the desk again. Stared out over the frozen landscape. Snow flurries blowing all around, though obviously not enough to keep people away. Definitely not enough to keep the trophy wife brigade away. As far as I knew that Amber girl didn’t even have kids.

  Explained why she was able to come into the gym at such a perfect time for her training.

  I turned and looked back into the gym. More specifically into the personal training area. I’m not sure why I looked back there. I told myself it was just something to do. Something to pass the time while I waited for the afternoon rush to start.

  Amber came out first. Did she have a flush on her face? Had she been up to something back there in the lockers, or was I just projecting?

  Liam followed soon after. A huge grin on his face. He turned to look at me and winked. He actually winked! The nerve of him, thinking he had my undivided attention like that. Of course it was absolutely true that he had my undivided attention, but he didn’t have to be so cocky about it.

  He started Amber with some sort of stretching. His head popped up and he glanced around the gym to make sure the coast was still clear. Of course it was. The combination of it being the middle of the day and the cold outside kept all but the braves people away.

  The bravest and the ones who had something to gain from a personal training session with the cad at the gym.

  Almost against my will I found my eyes glued to the training area where Liam was working over that stuck up trophy wife bitch. And it looked like this was one trophy that Liam had every intention of plucking off of her husband's shelf.

  At le
ast for a little while.

  I knew I should look away, but it was like staring at a car accident. A sexy car accident. Okay, so that was a terrible example. I wasn't exactly an English major back in college. Sue me.

  Liam was helping her with some sort of stretch, but it was unlike any stretch I'd ever seen before. Apparently he was taking liberties with the empty facility. He leaned down over her with one hand on her ankle, stretching her leg up until it was almost parallel with her body as she was down on her back on a yoga mat.

  That had the added benefit of pressing his body against hers. And even in his shorts it was pretty damn obvious that his monstrous cock was pressing out. Tenting up. Straining for her body.

  I shivered and licked my lips. Imagined what it would feel like to have his cock pressing against me like that. God he was so hot!

  Not that my husband wasn't hot. Don't get me wrong. This was just new. Strange. Different. And there was something about his cocky attitude. Something about the way he tore a path through the unsuspecting trophy wives and soccer moms who came into the gym for training, that made it hotter. He could have any of those hot women, and yet he was hitting on me.

  Well he’d been hitting on me, at least. Right now he seemed preoccupied with Amber, but I knew when she was gone he’d be back to the front hitting on me. At least I hoped he’d be up to his old tricks. Didn’t I?

  What was I thinking? I was married, damn it. Him hitting on me was just a bit of fun. That was all it was. It wasn’t going any further than that.

  Was there maybe a little bit of ego being stroked? Undoubtedly, but I wasn't going to argue with results. And the result of watching him with this woman was that I was getting a decidedly moist between my legs.

  I kept thinking back to that conversation. To how sorry he seemed for my poor husband that he was never going to get a blowjob. It was something that had just always weirded me out a little, but as I watched Liam I wondered what it would feel like to have his cock in my mouth. To wrap my lips around his cockhead. To feel it moving into the back of my throat.