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  Contents

  Copyright

  What's A Hotwife?

  1: Date Night

  2: Friendly Dinner

  3: Cleaning Up

  4: Caught in the Act

  5: Compensation

  6: First Times

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  Seduced and Swapped

  Lexi Archer

  Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer

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  Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.

  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: Date Night

  I was standing over the sink cutting vegetables for dinner when I felt someone come up behind me. I felt a pair of delicate hands wrap around my body and start to move down which distracted me from the cutting to the point that I had to set the knife down or risk cutting my fingers right along with the vegetables.

  Those hands didn’t stop though. No, Carrie was being downright naughty this evening as she moved down to my cock which was already stirring at her touch. Only she stopped right before she hit the goal leaving me standing there with only the sound of the water running and the blood pumping behind my ears to keep me company.

  “You’re being a tease,” I said.

  “So what if I am?”

  I turned around and wrapped my arms around her and her eyes went wide as she smiled and let out a yelp. “You know what happens to teases!”

  Carrie glanced over to the door and then back to me. She had a triumphant smile on her face as though she knew I wasn’t going to do anything. She was probably right, too. At any other time I would’ve taken her up on what she was promising by running her hands down my body like that, but we both knew that our guests were due to arrive at any moment now and the last thing we should be doing when they got here for dinner was going at it on the couch in our living room like a couple of horny teenagers who couldn’t control ourselves.

  Still. I felt my cock twitching again as I thought about our guests for the evening. Melanie, a younger girl from Carrie’s work who was fresh out of college, and her newly minted husband Tyler.

  Not that they were that much younger than us. We were only in our early thirties and I liked to think that I kept in pretty good shape, but I also knew that I was probably an old geezer as far as those two were concerned. Still, they were nice kids and Carrie had become quick friends with Melanie. A fact that I didn’t mind one bit considering just how hot the recently graduated college hottie was!

  Her husband was no slouch either, which I’m sure was more than part of the reason why Carrie was so interested in them coming over.

  There must have been something about the far off look in my eyes that gave me away because Carrie gave me a playful slap and a grin. “You’re thinking about my pretty young coworker, aren’t you?”

  I returned the grin and leaned down to kiss my wife. A kiss that lingered as I ran my hands down the small of her back and felt the familiar curve of her ass in the skintight little black dress she was wearing. A little black dress that formed to her body in all the right places and didn’t have a back to it.

  Oh yeah, she was definitely thinking of Tyler when she put this thing on. He was going to get one hell of an eyeful tonight, and why not? Carrie might have a decade on Melanie, but at the same time she was still just as hot today as the day we’d said our vows some eight years ago. She could still give any younger girl a run for her money, and I wasn’t just saying that myself. We’d had a few adventures over the years that more than proved my wife still had it.

  “You’re full of shit baby,” I said when I came up for air from that kiss.

  Carrie looked up at me and blinked with her best innocent look. Unfortunately it wasn’t terribly innocent all things considered. There were a lot of things my wife was, but innocent wasn’t one of them. At least she hadn’t been innocent in the years since we were married, though there had been a time when she was young, naive, and more or less uncorrupted.

  I’d taken care of that, thank you very much.

  “You’re not wearing this dress because you’re hoping Melanie will comment on how nice it looks on you.”

  Carrie sniffed and adjusted the dress by tugging down on it. Not that tugging down did much good. The thing barely came down below her ass to her thighs, and pulling down on it just served to pull the low cut top part of the dress down accentuating her tits. Which I didn’t mind one bit, thank you very much, it’s just that trying to take care of one distraction only accentuated another.

  I’m sure she meant it that way.

  “So what if I am?” she said, a smile coming to her face again as she advanced on me. As she was grinding against me and throwing her arms around my neck. “So what if I maybe want to give Tyler a little thrill?”

  I cocked an eyebrow but decided to play along. I wrapped my arms around her and glanced at the door to make sure no one was standing there. Chances are they would ring the doorbell or knock when they got here, but I didn’t want to take the risk that they might just stand at the front door watching us getting into some heavy petting. Talk about embarrassing.

  “Do you really think your pretty young coworker would appreciate that sort of thing?” I asked. “Because something tells me she’s not going to appreciate you hitting on her brand new husband.”

  Carrie looked away and I saw color coming to her cheeks, but she recovered quickly enough. She looked back up at me and the grin was back on her face almost as quickly as it had disappeared. “Oh I don’t know about that baby.”

  There was something about her tone of voice that caught my attention. Something that told me there was more going on here than I’d initially anticipated. Hopefully it was something that I was going to find interesting. Interesting like the sudden thoughts of pretty young Melanie holding me in an embrace not unlike how I was holding my wife. Or maybe thoughts of my wife climbing on top of Tyler as he stared up at her not quit
e believing he was getting a chance with the slightly older hottie from his wife’s work.

  All interesting thoughts, to be sure, and all thoughts that were likely to stay firmly in the realm of fantasy. Damn it.

  “I think that my young coworker might actually have something of a crush on you, big boy,” Carrie said.

  I blinked. Damn. That wasn’t what I was expecting to hear. Okay, so maybe those thoughts about having a little bit of fun with these two weren’t so far from reality as I’d initially suspected. I still didn’t think it was too terribly likely, it was a long shot from having a crush on a coworker’s husband to engaging in some of the fun we’d had with other couples in the past, but I couldn’t deny that there was a certain appeal to the idea of helping to seduce and corrupt a young couple like that. A couple who, if what Carrie told me from their lunches was to be believed, had waited until marriage to finally do the deed. Or at least to do the final deed that consummated their marriage.

  Then again the reason it would be so interesting to try and seduce them was also the reason why nothing was probably ever going to happen. It’s not like a couple like that, people with the self control to wait until their early twenties to actually have sex, were likely to be the type to engage in the sort of fun that my wife and I occasionally enjoyed with other couples.

  More’s the pity.

  “Yeah, that’s nice but I don’t think anything’s going to happen,” I said.

  “All I’m saying is keep an open mind. I guess young Melanie has a thing for the older guys.”

  I rolled my eyes. “A thing for the older guys? Thanks babe. We’re just in our early thirties you know. It’s not like we’re on our way to the home or anything.”

  “We’re not on our way to the home, but we might as well be old fogeys as far as a young couple like that is concerned gramps.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Like anyone could ever think of you as a grandma in that slutty outfit.”

  Carrie reached up and patted my cheek. Then she stood on her tiptoes and her lips brushed mine for just a moment. This time around the kiss didn’t turn into anything more intense, which was a pity but we really did need to get back to preparing the house for dinner and maybe a movie or a card game or something like that after.

  Still, as I moved back to the sink and the vegetables, a pursuit that was far less interesting than what I’d just been doing with my wife, my thoughts weren’t on cutting vegetables or getting things ready for our guests.

  No, my thoughts were squarely on our guests. More specifically I couldn’t stop thinking about Melanie. About her pretty face, those striking green eyes, that blonde hair that came down to her shoulders. Her petite frame that was always being shown off in some very nicely formfitting outfits.

  Originally I’d figured she dressed like that because that was just how people dressed straight out of college these days. I figured she still hadn’t adjusted to life in the adult world where you dressed for comfort versus life going out to house parties every weekend where you dressed to impress. I figured they were just adjusting to a new world where they didn’t have to worry about looking good while they were out drinking and having a good time.

  Now, though, I was seriously starting to wonder if there wasn’t maybe another reason for the skimpy outfits. If maybe I hadn’t imagined the way she smiled at me occasionally and it seemed like it was a smile just for me. The way she seemed to brush up against me when we were moving around the kitchen and there was plenty of room.

  I thought back to one encounter in particular a couple of weeks back when we had them over for dinner and instead of going around me to put something in the sink while I was cleaning dishes she’d come up right behind me and moved her arms around me in much the same way Carrie had moments ago. I’d almost thought it was wishful thinking, but I was certain I felt the gentle swell of her tits pressing against my back. Only there were also hard tips pressing into my back at the same time.

  I’d jerked off a couple of times thinking about that moment ever since. At the time I’d figured it was a delicious accident that was going to become a permanent entry in the spank bank. I figured if she was the waiting for marriage type then it was entirely possible she was just naive about what it did to me feeling her pressing her petite body up against me like that.

  Now, though, I had to wonder if that had been intentional. I had to wonder if a lot of things I’d noticed while Melanie was over here maybe weren’t intentional on her part. And it was a good thing I was standing against the sink because otherwise my hardon would’ve been pretty obvious as there was a knock on the door and Carrie went to open it.

  I glanced over as they walked through the door and smiled, though I couldn’t tell whether that smile was the generic smile of a host greeting company coming over, or if it was the smile of a man who was seeing a potential new conquest walking through the door.

  Either way, this suddenly had the makings of one hell of an interesting night. Far more interesting than I would’ve imagined even ten minutes ago!

  2: Friendly Dinner

  I was starting to wish Carrie hadn’t told me that little fact about Melanie. I was starting to wish she’d waited until after dinner at least. It was really hard to maintain any sort of conversation because the entire time I was watching the young couple for any sign that they were looking at us with anything more than friendly interest.

  Not to mention that it was difficult to think of anything with the way Melanie was looking tonight. Talk about dressing to the nines. She wasn’t in a dress like Carrie, but she was in a skirt that was almost as short as my wife’s dress, and up top she was in a halter top that showed off almost as much of her body.

  She’d worn outfits that didn’t leave much to the imagination before, but she’d really outdone herself this time. Damn!

  I was also watching Tyler. Watching him watch my wife, is more like it. Not that I minded him getting an eyeful of my wife. Realizing that I enjoyed watching men watching Carrie was one of the things that started us down the path to the place we were today with us occasionally enjoying having fun with another couple or maybe even bringing a special guest star into the bedroom with us for an evening.

  It had started out with just men, but it had expanded to other women and then other couples pretty quickly. Not that it was anything we talked about with anybody outside of the people we occasionally played with. Though my wife was pretty close with Melanie. I found myself wondering. If Melanie told my wife that she thought I was hot then did that mean my wife had told her about our secret lifestyle choices?

  I just didn’t know, and it was driving me crazy.

  We were sitting at a table in the “dining room” which was really just an open area next to an island/bar that separated the kitchen and dining area from the living room. The whole bottom part of the house from the kitchen to the living room was designed as sort of an open concept deal that I liked. The television was droning on in the background in the living room, on some music station Carrie had switched it to, but mostly we were just chatting and having a good time.

  Though we weren’t chatting about some of the things I would’ve liked to be chatting about. We weren’t having the good time that I was interested in ever since my wife’s small but groundbreaking revelation about her coworker.

  I glanced over to Melanie again. She smiled at me and I wondered. Was there more to that smile or was she just being polite? I glanced over to Tyler and caught him looking at my wife’s chest. He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t even notice me looking, and I looked away before he could catch me looking at him looking at Carrie.

  Finally I looked over to my wife who took a sip of wine and winked at me. I wondered what the hell that wink meant. Had she seen what Tyler was doing? Did she see me looking at Melanie? There was just too much fucking tension at this table, and I wasn’t sure if that tension was actually there or if I was imagining the whole thing and building a house of cards out of that one simple statement from C
arrie earlier.

  Damn was this frustrating. Frustrating and arousing.

  “So that outfit seems a little more risque than what you usually wear Melanie,” Carrie said. “What’s the occasion?”

  I blinked. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t imagining some of that tension. Or at the very least if I was imagining it then it had also captivated Carrie’s imagination, and apparently Carrie had decided to do something about it. I continued picking at my food. It was pretty good, I grilled a mean steak even if I was saying so myself, but I hardly tasted it. No, my mind was completely preoccupied with Carrie and what she was pulling.

  It was a move we’d used a couple of times before when we started flirting with another couple. I liked to think I was pretty good with the flirting, but we’d discovered that it usually made things easier if Carrie was the one to make the first move. We figured it was just easier to have the woman in the relationship make the first move for some reason, and it’s not like I was going to knock a strategy that seemed to work most of the time.

  Melanie blushed and I noticed Tyler was looking down at his food in a pretty good approximation of what I was doing. As though he was trying his best not to sound too interested in what was going on. Interesting. That almost made me think this was something they’d planned between the two of them, though again that seemed like it was more wishful thinking than anything else. It wasn’t like Carrie and I had planned anything between us for this evening, after all, and we were used to doing this sort of thing.

  Sort of. We’d done it a couple of times. With mixed results.

  “I just thought it might be nice to get a little dressed up,” Melanie said. “I couldn’t help but notice you’d done the same.”

  Carrie’s reaction was a study in contrasts. She just took another bit of her steak and smiled. Only it wasn’t a smile for Melanie. No, it was a smile that was directed straight at Tyler who was still studying his plate. He glanced up, blushed, and then he was looking back down at his food.