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  Straying in the Woods

  A Hotwife Fantasy

  Lexi Archer

  Copyright 2014 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, December 2014

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  Table of Contents

  1: Fantasy vs. Reality

  2: Class Project

  3: Happy Trails

  4: The “Beast”

  5: Straying

  6: Aftermath

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  1: Fantasy vs. Reality

  I sighed and dipped a fry. “Do we have to go to English class?”

  Dan looked up from his book and a smile split his face. “What’s wrong with intro English?”

  “You know exactly what’s wrong with intro English,” I said.

  It’s not like I had a problem with English class. It was my native language after all. No, the problem I had was with the company we were forced to keep in that class.

  “Sure he’s a bit of an ass, but I think that’s part of the attraction,” Dan said with a smile.

  I threw a fry across the table at him. “You’re the asshole!”

  Dan raised his eyebrows and held his hands up in a look of complete innocence that was anything but. “What? I see the way you look at him Mrs. Robinson.”

  I threw another fry at him for good measure. Sure Bryce was a good looking guy, but it was one of those scenarios where the nice scenery was ruined the moment he opened his mouth. Still, he was nice to look at. And it’s not like the Mrs. Robinson gag was all that justified either. Sure he was just starting school and we were in our last year picking up an intro course at the last minute, but that was only a difference of about three years.

  “Okay, so maybe he is nice to look at,” I said.

  The smile disappeared from Dan’s face and he leaned forward suddenly serious. “How nice to look at?”

  I raised an eyebrow. This was new. “I don’t know? I mean he’s a hot guy even if he is an asshole.”

  Dan was suddenly very interested in his own empty tray full of mostly eaten leftovers. He swirled a mushy fry around some ketchup for a moment before looking back up at me. Odd. He seemed nervous for some reason.

  “Have you ever thought maybe he could be the one?”

  I blinked. And I have to admit that a part of me was a little excited about that. I thought of that muscular body over me, dominating me. My nipples stood out and I was already getting damp between my legs. I shook my head. No. Bryce was an asshole. He definitely wasn’t the one no matter how nice he looked. And yet thinking about just how nice he looked…

  “I don’t know Dan,” I said. “Like I said he’s nice to look at, but I can’t stand him!”

  “So? You don’t have to like him. You just have to like the way he looks. Sounds perfect to me,” Dan said.

  I put my food down and looked at Dan with complete seriousness. I raised an eyebrow. “How does that make him perfect?”

  “Think about it,” Dan said. “We’re trying to find someone you think is hot, but someone you’re obviously not going to run off with. I know there’s no danger of you running off to Vegas with him of all people but I also figure you’ll have a good time if the way you act around him is any indication.”

  “The way I act around him? I hate that jerk!”

  Dan grinned. “Thin line between lust and hate. Besides, I see the way you blush when you look at him. I’ve noticed how hot you get later that night when you got in an argument with him in class.”

  I sniffed. Maybe there was some truth to what he was saying. I couldn’t stand Bryce, but there was something about him that got me worked up. There was something about him that turned me into an animal that night when I argued with him. I’d hoped Dan hadn’t made that particular connection, but I should have known I couldn’t pull one over on him. Particularly something like that.

  “Fine, so maybe you have a point,” I said.

  Dan clapped his hands. “Knew it!”

  My cheeks turned bright red as I realized he’d pulled one over on me. The jerk hadn’t been sure I had the hots for Bryce, but he sure as hell knew I got hot and bothered by that asshole now!

  “You jerk,” I said.

  Dan shrugged. “I’m just saying go with it. See what happens. Maybe have a little fun.”

  I leaned forward, serious. “Are you sure about this?”

  Dan leaned forward as well and there was a hunger there, an intensity, that made me want to sit back. I was surprised at the intensity of that gaze.

  “I’m sure,” he said.

  “And with him?”

  Dan shrugged. “Why not? I think he’s good for all the reasons we talked about, plus you get to have some fun and pull one over on the prick.”

  “So you agree he’s an asshole!”

  Dan chuckled. “Of course. It’s hard not to notice. Just like it’s hard not to notice the way he looks at you, or how sexy you are when you look at him.”

  I blushed again. I couldn’t believe I was that obvious! Okay, so maybe there was something to Dan’s logic. Maybe I could see Bryce being the one. Maybe I could tolerate him long enough. After all, it’s not like I had to listen to him talk to fulfill Dan’s little fantasy that had quickly become our little fantasy.

  “We’ll see,” I said.

  Dan’s face lit up like he was a kid on Christmas who just got exactly what he asked for. Which in a way he was. Only this was going to be way bigger than Christmas. I smiled and allowed myself to disappear into a fantasy world where Bryce stood over me. Without opening his mouth of course.

  2: Class Project

  "Wolf Ridge? That's a bunch of crap."

  The problem with reality was there wasn’t a way to shut him up. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Professor Anderson barely finished with his lecture on folk legends when Bryce started bringing up the Wolf Ridge legend, and "legend" was being charitable. I called it a conspiracy on the part of adults in town to part gullible tourists from their cash and keep teenagers from going up to a remote location and drinking.

  For probably the hundredth time since Dan and I randomly sat at this table for English 100 I wished we hadn’t put this class off until we were close to graduating. I wished Bryce had sat somewhere else. Sure he was nice to look at with all those muscles, that tousled hair, and that perfect smile. The problem was every time he opened that mouth to do something other than smile I wanted to throttle him. He always had to be right and the way I figured it there couldn't be two people who were always right sitting at the same table.

  But God was he fun to look at. As bad as it was for me to think of another guy like that. I glanced over to Dan and saw him watching me with a knowing smile. A knowing smile that told me he knew exactly what was running through my head. It made me want to reach out and smack him, but that would just make him sure I was thinking naughty thoughts about another man. The sort of naughty thoughts that definitely shouldn’t be running through his fiancee’s head.

  I turned from Dan back to Bryce. It was a crime for a man to look that nice. Not that Dan didn’t look nice. Bryce was just different. The sort of guy I would’ve gone for before I got serious and decided school was more important th
an partying and having a good time.

  Those deep brown eyes, that shaggy brown hair that managed to look perfectly styled whenever he ran a hand through it, his broad shoulders and strong muscles that were always encased in a t-shirt that looked like it was at least one size too small. The way he didn’t have a care in the world like a typical freshman who was at school on mommy and daddy’s dime.

  Damn.

  But that cocky attitude.

  Now we had to do a group presentation on a folk legend and of course Wolf Ridge would be the first thing Bryce brought up. It was enough to make me want to upend the table, though I'm sure the university bean counters wouldn't appreciate me damaging their property.

  "See when you say that the only thing I'm hearing is that you're full of crap." Bryce said.

  I bristled at Bryce's tone and that cocky smile on his face. The jerk was always so full of himself to the point that I wanted to launch myself across the table and strangle him whenever his hand went up. Of course there was also a part of me that desperately wanted to launch myself across the table and wrap my arms and legs around him and lock in a passionate embrace. To feel those strong arms wrapped around me. To feel that muscular body brushing against my aching tits.

  As much as Dan would like that it’s not like it’d be appropriate in the middle of class. I looked to Dan again and bit my lip. He smiled. He knew exactly what that meant. I was getting turned on and I wanted him to know it. Wanted him to know that his fiancée was thinking about how hot it would be to get with another man. I reached over and ran a hand along Dan’s jeans and was greeted by his rock hard cock twitching and straining. Someone was happy about this turn of events!

  I was hot and bothered, but the sheer overwhelming annoyingness of the smug look on Bryce’s face made it easy to overlook the way his tousled shaggy brown hair fell down across his forehead just so, his perfect teeth, or the way that chiseled jaw moved its way down to a firmly muscled neck.

  Mostly.

  It was the kind of face that you either wanted to kiss or smack, and the more I listened to him talk today the more I was in a smacking mood. Which was a good thing because I was already squeezing my legs together and feeling an indescribably delicious tingle running between my legs, and that wasn’t coming from looking at Dan, though he’d be turned on if he knew about it. That brought an ashamed blush to my face that I definitely didn’t need there while I was arguing with this sculpted asshole.

  "Well that was a brilliant rebuttal Bryce, but it doesn't actually address why the Wolf Ridge legend isn't a bunch of crap." I said.

  "Exactly," Dan said.

  Damn straight. I could always count on him to take my side in an argument. I mean that was sort of expected since we were engaged.

  "So there were some murders up there a few decades back. Murders happen everywhere and they don't have to bring some big hairy monster in to explain what happened." Dan said.

  I smiled but kept quiet. Dan could fight this particular battle. Goodness knows it seems like I spent most of my time arguing with cocky, arrogant Bryce. It would be nice to have someone else doing it for a change. Though after our conversation earlier it seemed like maybe Dan was doing that on purpose, letting me get worked up arguing with this sculpted asshole so that he could reap all the benefits when we got back to one of our places later.

  "To explain people being ripped limb from limb?" Bryce asked. "Or how the only survivor had to be locked up in a mental institution because seeing the creature drove her insane?"

  Not for the first time I considered switching my major to theoretical physics. That way I could invent a time machine, travel back to my freshman year, and smack past me around a few times instead. Oh, and explain to past me that spending more time partying than schoolwork was dooming us to cram in an entry level course towards the end of our college career where we’d spend less time learning and more time trying to decide whether we wanted to punch Bryce or jump him.

  "That's all just part of the urban legend," I said.

  "I don't know," Sarah said. "Am I the only one here who thinks that maybe Bryce has a point?"

  I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and counted to about a bajillion in a few seconds so that the smacking urge didn't redirect itself from Bryce to Sarah. It was obvious from the way she hung on Bryce’s every word exactly why she sat at our table. Bryce got one look at me and made a beeline for our table at the beginning of the semester. Sarah got one look at Bryce and she made a similar beeline. For some reason that annoyed me even though she was perfectly nice otherwise.

  I told myself I was only annoyed that Sarah saw the good looks without an appreciation of the annoying personality underneath. That was a dangerous combination. That was totally the only reason it drove me nuts every time she leaned closer to Bryce and pretended she didn't understand whatever we just covered in a lecture. Just like she was doing now.

  I tapped a finger against my laptop hard enough that more rational and less irritated portions of my brain worried about cracking the plastic.

  "How does Bryce have a point?" I asked.

  "The assignment is supposed to be about how legends grow over time, right?" Sarah asked.

  "But there isn't even a legend," I said. I pointedly ignored the way Bryce leaned back in his chair with that smile. "Some people get killed up on Wolf Ridge and gullible kids are told there's some bug-eyed monster lurking up there that did the dirty work."

  "I think it's supposed to be a hairy monster," Dan said.

  "That's just the point though," Sarah said. "We all grew up in the same town, none of us went to the same schools, but we all know the same story. Everyone in my school knew about it. The Wolf Ridge Monster might not be as old as vampires, but it's still a legend that would be perfect for this assignment."

  The smile and glance she shot Bryce was sickening. I could feel control of this assignment slipping away because Sarah would rather think with the brain between her legs than with her mind.

  Not that I could be too hard on her. When I looked at him I started thinking with the brain between my legs. When I looked at him Dan started thinking with the brain between his legs. It was a combination that was going to get us in trouble. Or get me into a lot of fun. Probably both.

  "I've camped out up on the ridge before. Spooky stuff happens up there," Bryce said.

  "You haven't camped out up there. It's private property," I said.

  "So?"

  And then that million watt gaze was focusing on me, looking directly into my eyes in a way that always made me feel slightly uncomfortable even as it sent a thrill that ran a circuit around my body before landing squarely between my legs. I squeezed my legs together and turned away. What was wrong with me? I shouldn’t be thinking those things. The engagement ring on my finger burned in time with the flush on my cheeks and the fire between my legs, even if the guy who gave me that ring would be just fine with that fire between my legs.

  I turned back in time to see those eyes shift their penetrating stare from my eyes to my chest and then to the table as though he was trying to use x-ray vision to look through to my ass. It wasn't the first time Bryce pulled that move with me, but I still had to fight down a blush at that scrutiny even as I glared at him.

  Pig.

  "So you didn't go up there," I muttered.

  "It's not like they've got security guards patrolling up there or anything," he said with a shrug. "There's a chain that keeps you from driving up the trail. Nothing stopping you from going around it on foot."

  "The Beast of Wolf Ridge is nothing more than a bargain bin Loch Ness monster they sell to gullible tourists and everyone knows it."

  "Oh yeah? Prove it," Bryce said.

  I blinked. "What?"

  Bryce leaned forward and hit me with that hypnotic gaze again. His strong fingers tapped against the tabletop.

  "I say we go up and camp out on the ridge. See how spooky it is for ourselves," Bryce said. "Get lots of pictures and include it in our presentatio
n."

  "I'm down for a camping trip!" Sarah said.

  Yeah, I bet she was down for a camping trip. I'm sure she had visions of sharing a tent with Bryce or crawling into his sleeping back in the middle of the night dancing horizontally through her head.

  Though again I was being unfair, because those same visions were dancing through my head.

  The last thing I needed was to go on a camping trip with Bryce. Then again, considering the lunch conversation Dan and I just had. The way Bryce looked at me, the things I wanted to do when I looked at him. I could think of a few fun things we could do together if we were mostly alone in some secluded forest clearing. Strange things could happen. Dangerous things.

  I looked to Dan and he grinned. I knew at that moment we were going on this camping trip and I felt a rush of excitement course through my body. I couldn’t believe we were actually thinking about going through with this! I couldn’t believe my fiancé wanted his woman to be seduced by a strange man. The smile on his face said it all. This was it. This was the opportunity we’d been looking for, and he was going to take it. Still, I had to play the part.

  "What do you think Dan?"

  Dan looked between me and Bryce for a long moment. I shivered in anticipation even though I had a pretty good idea of exactly what he was going to say. I resisted the urge to sigh and roll my eyes.

  "I don't know," he said, starting off slow. "I think it would be kinda cool to go up there and see the area for ourselves, and we haven't been camping in forever."

  "You're serious?" I asked. “You’re sure this is what you really want?”

  I glanced from Dan to Bryce and the meaning was clear. We weren’t talking about a camping trip anymore. This was his last chance to get out. He could say no and this little fantasy would remain strictly in the world of fantasy. Sure I might be a little disappointed that I didn’t get to try out some of Bryce’s only redeeming qualities, but I wouldn’t hold that against Dan. He’d brought this fantasy into our lives, but I knew we were crossing a major line if we decided to go through with this.