Room Serviced: A Hotwife Fantasy Read online

  Contents

  Copyright

  What's A Hotwife?

  1: Road Trip

  2: Trucker's Delight

  3: Overbooked

  4: Wanna Do it?

  5: Room Serviced

  6: After

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  Room Serviced

  Lexi Archer

  Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer

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  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, October 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: Road Trip

  It felt good to be on the highway. Damn good. It had been so long since Leslie and I were both able to get away from work long enough to have a vacation, even if it was just a glorified three day weekend off in the big city.

  Well, I guess technically it was a city that was about the same size as where we lived, pretty standard for the Midwest where Chicago was the only true giant, but it was a change of scenery and that’s all that mattered to me.

  Getting onto the highway meant an end to the monotony. No yard work this weekend. No worrying about family dropping in. No worrying about getting an email and having to log in from home to take care of it.

  Yeah, it felt good.

  “So how does it feel to be on our first official vacation in a couple of years?” I asked.

  “Damn good,” Leslie said with a sigh of relief that echoed how I was feeling.

  As I glanced over at her with cornfields flying past in a blur in the background I reflected that “damn good” could also be used to describe my wife in that moment. She was dressed to kill in a casual way that she hadn’t dressed since we got out of college and entered the workforce.

  She was in a bright pink halter top up above that tied around her neck and had a mostly open back. It was the sort of top she hadn’t worn since we last went out to clubs which had been a few years after we both entered the workforce and it got to the point where we just couldn’t stay out and tie one off like we did when we were in school and still be in good shape the next Monday at work. Apparently hangovers only got more and more pronounced the older you got no matter how much water you drank the night before.

  I hadn’t realized how much I missed those tops until I’d seen her walking down the stairs in one. My breath caught and my mouth went dry and my cock immediately stood up to attention as memories I’d very nearly forgotten of just how fucking hot my wife could be in a halter top and some shorts came flooding back.

  Yeah, her outfit today which plunged down showing off a nice amount of her tits and cut off below showing a stomach that was still as slim as the day we met thanks to all the time she spent in the gym her work helpfully provided meant she was every bit as hot today as she was then. Maybe more so.

  And those shorts. I know that high waists were back in style but it appeared Leslie decided this vacation would be a good time to break out some of the low-rise ass hugging shorts that I’d grown to know and love back when we first started dating. Yeah, she’d really decided to slut it up in the name of having a good time.

  I sighed as I looked forward to the fun we could look forward to having. More than anything I was looking forward to the fun I could have watching my wife showing off in that outfit.

  “So does that getup mean I can look forward to the game this weekend?” I asked.

  Leslie turned and regarded me with a flat stare for just long enough that I started to worry I’d completely misread the situation. That was a look that usually meant I’d put my foot in my mouth, and in this case I could pay for it by ruining the weekend before it even started by implying that she was dressing just a little more slutty than usual on purpose.

  Then a huge smile split her face and I sighed in relief. I was in the free and clear. That smile meant I’d been absolutely right and she was just fucking with me, thank God.

  “Of course it means we’re playing the game this weekend,” she said. “Though I might be a little out of practice since the only guys I’ve been able to practice on for the past couple of years are the old perverts at my office.”

  I grinned from ear to ear as I was flooded with memories. Good memories. Memories of Leslie going out on the dance floor at clubs and letting other guys grind up against her before I swooped in and had a little fun of my own with her. Memories of her walking through campus wearing short shorts and tight fitting T-shirts and spending more time looking at other guys looking at her and her hotness than I did actually looking at the hotness on display.

  I had her locked down, after all. I got to see that hotness whenever I wanted. No, what really got me going was watching other men watching her and she was well aware of my peculiar proclivities.

  And she loved them.

  “I’m sure your boss would love to see you in an outfit like that,” I said.

  “I’m sure he would. You should hear the things he said about me when I finally added him on social media and he looked through some of my old albums from Spring Break back in college,” she said.

  I cocked an eyebrow at that. “Oh yeah? I don’t think you’ve ever told me about this one.”

  Leslie’s hand snaked out from her side of the car and then her fingers were walking up and down the length of my rapidly hardening cock. I loved it when she told me stories like this. She knew I loved it, and I was wondering why she hadn’t told me about this encounter in particular.

  “I didn’t,” she said. “I wanted to make sure and save it for a special time, like maybe when we were going to be out of town for awhile and I knew we could be more adventurous than usual?”

  I liked the sound of that. She was already pretty adventurous when it came to this fantasy. I was pretty sure she got off on showing off as much as I got off on watching her show off. She was always the best at saving these stories for the perfect moment when we were in the middle of dirty talk, and to be perfectly honest I was a little disappointed that she was telling me this in the ca
r now when we couldn’t do anything about it, couldn’t relieve some of the tension that was building in our small car, rather than later tonight when we hit the hotel and had plenty of time to work through the sexual energy that was positively crackling between us.

  “So what did he say about your pictures?” I asked.

  “Oh he was wondering if I still looked as good in a bikini today as I did back then,” she said.

  My mouth really was dry. I had to swallow just to get some saliva going. I had to blink and shake my head to make sure there was still enough blood going to my brain where I was concentrating on driving, because there seemed to be a very real danger of all of it shooting down to my cock in that electric moment and the last thing I needed was to pass out from a case of rapid onset fantasy induced priapism.

  I wasn’t even sure if that was a thing or if that was exactly the right way to use that word, but it was sure as hell how I felt with her hands dancing up and down my cock as I thought about her dirty old boss talking to her like that and risking a sexual harassment lawsuit.

  Not that it was much of a risk. No, Leslie knew how much I got off on that sort of thing and so the only reason he was willing to say something like that was precisely because it had been encouraged over the years because she knew it would provide fantasy material.

  At least I assumed she actually went through with it. It had occurred to me on more than one occasion that she could just be making everything up, but she always claimed she was telling the truth when I asked her about it.

  “So was that all?” I asked.

  “Unfortunately yes,” she said. “But I thought if we were going to be a little more adventurous this weekend then we should probably start with a baseline.”

  I looked at her with a curious expression and she grinned and nodded. That was the second time she’d mentioned being more adventurous this weekend. What did that mean? More adventurous than the fantasy and the dirty talk that we usually indulged in? Her telling me that story about her boss was a nice “baseline,” as she put it that was pretty much as hot and heavy as we ever got into this fantasy.

  That she was saying that was the starting point for this weekend really had my mind working on overdrive to the point that I was having trouble paying attention to the road. She had me wondering what could possibly be planned for the weekend.

  “So what sort of adventures did you have in mind exactly?” I asked.

  I pulled the car into the passing lane as we came up on a semi that was, of course, going slower than the flow of traffic. This particular stretch of road between two cities was notorious for semis creating bottlenecks, though it was usually the fault of idiot drivers who didn’t know how to share the road more than it was the fault of the drivers.

  As we passed the truck and I waited for Leslie’s answer she started to do something curious. She grinned at me and then she yawned. Started to stretch. Her hands went up over her head as we were coming up to the cab and I saw that her halter top was riding up showing off her delicious slim stomach and even her belly button. Once more I found it very difficult to concentrate on the road in front of me considering the sexy show that was taking place right beside me.

  If she kept this up for much longer then we were going to have to stop at a rest area to get rid of some of this tension!

  It was when we were even with the cab that I got the real surprise that very nearly had me swerving off the road from distraction. Her hands shot down and then she was lifting up revealing more and more of her stomach. Pulling up until her halter top was even with the bottom of her breasts.

  I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. That was a shirt that had one built into the straps. So when she pulled up on it I could see the gentle curve of her tits under. She held that there for a moment and then she looked up and with a chill that very nearly had me coming in my pants I realized that she was looking directly up at the truck driver.

  At least I assumed she was looking directly up at the truck driver. I thought back to stories I’d read online about life on the road. Stories about how truckers could see everything going on in the cars below because of their high vantage point. All it would take was the guy in that truck, at least I assumed it was a guy though I suppose it could be a woman and the whole show would be wasted, looking down and he would be getting an eyeful that was tantalizingly close to seeing my wife’s tits.

  Would he look down? Would she pull her halter top up the rest of the way? Would this delicious moment culminate in another man getting to stare at my wife’s tits?

  I got at least one part of that question answered as the truck let out a long blast on its horn leaving no doubt in my mind that they were seeing what was going on in the car below. Leslie smiled out the window, winked, and then she was pulling her shirt down.

  I let out a sigh. My blood was pumping so hard that I could hear it in my ears. I saw stars dancing in front of my vision. I couldn’t believe she’d just done that. It was everything I’d ever fantasized about seeing her doing and yet at the same time we’d never gone that far before.

  Yeah, if that was any taste of what was happening on this weekend away then I was in for one hell of a good time.

  The truck honked one more time as we moved past him and I got into the lane again. He gave me a thumbs up in the rear view mirror and I gave him a thumbs up before accelerating away.

  That had been so fucking hot, and yet at the same time I was a little disappointed that it hadn’t gone farther than that. That she hadn’t gone all the way with her little display.

  “Damn Leslie,” I said. “What brought that on?”

  “I told you we were going to have some adventures this weekend, didn’t I?”

  2: Trucker's Delight

  In some ways I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. I’m not sure why I decided that this weekend of all weekends was going to be the time to really let loose.

  Maybe it was because we hadn’t had a vacation like this in so very long. Maybe it was because I hadn’t gotten to show off or play the game like we used to and there was a part of me that missed it. That missed showing off. That missed how hot Kyle got when he saw me showing off.

  So that impulse to be a little naughty had started with digging up some clothes I hadn’t worn since we got out of college a good five years ago. I figured it was a testament to how hard I’d worked at staying in shape that I could still fit into these shorts and the halter top.

  And I still looked damn good in them even if I was saying so myself, thank you very much.

  I looked in the side mirror at the truck which was rapidly dwindling away behind us. After what I’d done I almost expected Kyle to keep pace with the truck for awhile, but I was glad he’d moved on. I was being a bit more brazen than I’d been in the past, crossing lines that I knew he probably wanted me to but I’d never seriously considered it before, and part of the reason why I was able to cross those lines was because we were on the highway where I could do a little tease and then we would be past whoever I was teasing and never see them again.

  That somehow made it seem safe to me even though I knew the open road by definition probably wasn’t the best place to try something like this for the first time. A lot of weirdos out there, but at least this way we had the added ability to get the hell away from those weirdos if we needed to.

  I thought about the look on that trucker’s face. He was an older guy, not attractive in the least and definitely not the kind of guy I’d give the time of day to even in a hypothetical world where I wasn’t married and I was willing to give guys the time of day.

  No, he wasn’t an attractive man, but there was something about the situation that turned me on regardless. The idea of being so naughty and showing myself off like this coupled with knowing how much it was probably turning Kyle on combined with the thought that I was probably way hotter than any girl that guy ever saw outside a computer monitor to really get the juices flowing.

  I shivered just thinking back on it. Damn!
/>   “So did you enjoy my little show?” I asked.

  “Hell yeah I did!” Kyle said. He did a little involuntary shiver of his own and I smiled. Good. He was enjoying it just as much as I was which I figured was a good sign.

  I looked ahead. We’d been driving for a good half hour since that first display and for a wonder there hadn’t been any more trucks along the way. That was one rule I’d set before we set out on this trip even if Kyle didn’t know I was setting rules. Truck drivers seemed safe enough. I didn’t want to show off for some guy driving along in a minivan with his wife sitting right next to him and his kids sitting behind him though.

  No, the last thing I wanted to do was be responsible for some massive wreck because I distracted some poor son-of-a-bitch.

  There was a truck coming up now though. I glanced over and Kyle’s cock was already rock hard in his pants. It was obvious sticking up and creating a tent that couldn’t be comfortable for him, but he was just going to have to get used to it. Part of the appeal of doing this was knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, wouldn’t be able to give himself a hand, as it were, while he was busy concentrating on driving.

  It was all part of the fun and all part of the tease. His mouth opened and it seemed his breathing was picking up as he settled into the passing lane and accelerated just a little. He glanced over and I could see the question in his eyes even if he didn’t ask it outright.

  Was his wife going to be naughty again? Was she going to put on a show for this truck drive just like she had the last guy? That was a good question, and of course the answer was “yes” but it’s not like he had to know about it until we were actually alongside the driver.

  That was all part of the fun!

  “So you wouldn’t mind if I maybe gave this driver a little show too baby?” I asked. I made sure to put an extra pout on my face as I asked as though I was trying to get him to give into my point of view by dialing up the sexy. Not that I needed to worry about getting his permission for this. I knew I already had that.