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  Guest’s Bedroom

  Lexi Archer

  Copyright 2014 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, January 2015

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  Table of Contents

  1: Confessions

  2: A Visitor

  3: Worked Up

  4: Showtime

  5: Fantasies

  6: Realities

  7: Fantasy Fulfilled

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  1: Confessions

  I sighed and moved over to adjust the blinds. I felt like I went through this ritual every day, and yet it never stopped Ben. Every day when I got out of my work clothes and into my pajamas I had to go and close the damn things.

  “Why are you doing that honey?” he asked.

  “Do you want me to give the old guy across the way a show?” I asked with an exasperated sigh.

  “Who cares? Give the old guy a thrill! He probably hasn’t seen a girl as hot as you in decades,” Ben said.

  I turned and gave him a wry smile. He was grinning at me. A grin that said he didn’t think I’d actually do it. A grin that said maybe he was a little turned on by the thought of me changing right in front of our window and giving the house behind us a show. There was a good chance the old pervert was watching. It seemed like he had nothing better to do than watch everything going on in the neighborhood since he retired, but there wasn’t a guarantee. It was well past his bedtime after all.

  I was suddenly wondering if maybe my husband had an ulterior motive in making sure those window blinds were open every night. Maybe he wasn’t just interested in getting some sunlight into the room. Especially since it was the middle of winter and it’s not like the sun was shining through those windows by the time we got home from work anyways.

  “Fine,” I said. “If that’s what you want.”

  His eyes widened as I reached down and matter-of-factly unbuttoned my blouse, shrugged off my suit jacket, and tossed my shirt to the side leaving me standing in front of the window in my black bra.

  I shimmied out of my pants, enjoying the way his eyes fell across my ass as I pulled them down. I wasn’t taking my underwear off, but I did reach up, unsnap my bra, and shrug it off.

  I wasn’t trying to do a sexy striptease for my husband, but from the way his eyes were devouring me that was definitely how he was taking it. I grinned and shook my head. Men. Even after we’d been married for a couple of years he was still like this. He still looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world every time I got undressed. Sometimes it almost felt like he had some sort of sixth sense that told him exactly when I was getting undressed because all it took was the rustle of my shirt and he was in the room looking around like a cat that just heard somebody opening a can of food.

  Though I do have to admit there was also something in it for me. Seeing him getting turned on by something as simple as getting out of my work clothes also turned me on. It drove me wild, if I’m going to be perfectly honest. I’d always had a bit of a voyeuristic streak, and this was a small way that I got to scratch that itch even if I acted like it annoyed me and played the good girl part. It was all part of the game.

  I turned, facing the window full on with my tits pressing out and I was surprised to realize that I was feeling a slight tingle at the tips of my breasts. My nipples were straining out and I was suddenly feeling so hot.

  If getting undressed in front of my husband was a thrill, well, getting undressed in front of the window like this was definitely doing something more for me. To be perfectly honest it was driving me wild, making me feel lightheaded. Making me feel hot all over. An intense heat, the likes of which I hadn’t felt from simply getting undressed since back in my college days when I used to “accidentally” leave the curtains in my dorm room pulled open when I was changing.

  Even then I never knew if someone was looking, but it was a big dorm complex. I figured there was probably some horny guy on the other side who got a thrill from watching me change. I never told Ben about that, but for some reason I felt an overwhelming urge to tell him about it now.

  I turned back to Ben. He was staring. He was looking at me without bothering to conceal his lust. He was also still looking at me like he couldn’t quite believe I’d actually just pulled off my clothes like that. It was turning me on in a major way.

  I advanced on the bed. I didn’t bother to close the blinds. Let them stay open.

  “Is this what you wanted honey?” I asked. “Your wife naked in front of the whole neighborhood? You know I used to do this in college? I used to get undressed in front of my dorm window?”

  “I know,” he said.

  I stopped and blinked. “You know? How could you know that?”

  Sure we dated in college, he’d even stayed over at my dorm quite a bit, but I was always careful to avoid my little public displays when he was in the room with me. At the time I didn’t think my boyfriend would appreciate his woman showing off for the entire dorm complex, but now that he was looking up at me with that eager expression on his face I was starting to think I’d missed out on some fun over the years.

  “Matt lived in a dorm room across the way from yours, and apparently it was well-known about the hottie across the way who always forgot to close her blinds when she was changing. It was something of a ritual for the guys on the floor. I think every eye was on you. I even watched a couple of times but I didn’t say anything.”

  “Matt? Really?”

  I knew exactly who he was talking about. A friend of my husband’s from high school, he was a couple years younger but he would’ve been in the dorms by that time. He was a quieter guy, kind of geeky but also lean and sexy. Quiet around the girls despite that geeky sexiness thing he had going for him.

  Thinking of him in particular checking me out was kind of turning me on. He was always so shy and reserved, especially around me, that it was sort of surprising to think of him having those sorts of thoughts. Of course I thought I’d caught him looking at me before but I always dismissed it as my imagination. Now I wasn’t so sure.

  A blush rose to my cheeks as I thought back to that. Well I guess that was one question answered. A flush rose to my chest as another wave of impossible heat went coursing through my body. Thinking back to those days, thinking back to all those eyes that must have been on me, had me so fucking turned on. I was so fucking wet. With a growl I leapt onto the bed and pressed my husband back against it.

  His eyes widened in surprise and then he smiled and laughed. “Whoa! If I knew this is how you’d react I would’ve told you about that years ago. I figured you wouldn’t appreciate having a bunch of guys sneaking a peek at you.”

  I bit my lip to suppress a laugh as my husband expressed the near reversal of my own fears that kept me from admitting what I’d been doing back in those days. Apparently he took that lip bite for a sexy look, because he grabbed me and pulled me down against him. My tits pressed against his work shirt and sent me into overdrive. He was wearing a soft silk number, the kind he wore when he was hoping for some sexy time in the evening. Apparently someone was confident he was
going to get some tonight.

  He was right.

  I leaned down and pressed my lips against his, opened my mouth to his and swirled my tongue around his. God I loved the taste of my husband, loved kissing him. There was nothing quite like it. And it was a giving me one hell of a release right now considering how worked up I was. How incredibly turned on I was. I was grinding my wet pussy into his work pants and gasping at the feeling.

  I pressed myself down against his cock. I’d felt that bulge rubbing against my pussy countless times before but I never got tired of that feeling. I was just as turned on today as I was the first time I’d felt it pressing against me. It always made me so wet feeling him aroused, knowing he got so turned on, knowing I still had it after we’d been together for so long.

  I was also still getting one hell of a thrill from having our blinds open and from years of delayed arousal that came from knowing all those guys were checking me out. I wondered how many of them had been staring in my window. If it was a thing with one floor then maybe it was a thing with others. Thinking of all of those eyes on me turned me on rather than creeping me out. It turned me on to think of guys jerking off staring at my body. And it turned me on thinking of my husband watching, but not saying anything, not letting on that it was his girlfriend over there changing.

  It also explained some of the odd smiles I used to get in the dorm from random guys, but that’s neither here nor there.

  I scooted down and fumbled at Ben’s pants. Fished his cock out, pulled my panties off, and moved on top of him. I wasn’t even going to bother getting him fully undressed. No, I just reached down and yanked at his shirt. Buttons went flying but he didn’t say a word of complaint. What man in his right mind would complain about his wife ripping his shirt off?

  I reached down and grabbed my husband’s cock, positioned it at my entrance, and closed my eyes as I slid down. I let out a deep sigh as I was filled with his familiar hardness. This was another sensation I never got tired of. It was always so fucking amazing to feel his cock buried inside me. I let out a quiet gasp as he bottomed out, as his hands found their familiar spots on my hips while I pulled up and moved back down.

  I threw my hands up over my head and just enjoyed the ride for a moment. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, smiled. He grinned and raised an eyebrow.

  “You were a naughty boy,” I said.

  “I was?” he asked.

  “You and Matt were both naughty boys.”

  I pulled up and slammed down and he grunted underneath me. My smile widened. I loved it when I had that effect on them. I continued moving up and down, picking up speed as I engaged in a little playful dirty talk. We did this from time to time, though it had never turned me on as much as it was right now.

  “Matt is a naughty boy for looking through my window like that. Even if I was a little naughty myself and left it open so he could see. Maybe we were both being naughty?” I said. “You know I’ve seen the way your friend looks at me. Seen the way he always check me out at parties.”

  “You noticed?” Ben grunted and started thrusting up with more fervor. Interesting. That seemed to excite my husband more than I would’ve thought. Most guys would be jealous, but he picked up speed.

  “How could I not notice?” I moaned. “I can’t believe you, letting your friend peep at your wife like that. Letting your friend think about fucking your wife like that. Letting your friend stare at me while I’m changing in my room!”

  Sure I wasn’t his wife at the time, but you get where I’m going with this. Ben certainly got where I was going with this because his face was scrunched up in intense concentration. The sort of concentration that said he was trying very hard not to go over the edge. The sort of concentration that usually encouraged me to do everything I could to throw him over that edge.

  “Oh fuck!” Ben groaned.

  Time to really twist the knife.

  “Did it turn you on? Did it turn you on thinking about all those guys checking me out? Is that why you let me keep doing that? Why you served your girlfriend up on a silver platter for all those horny guys jerking it?”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ben cried out.

  I wasn’t sure if he was screaming fuck because he was so turned on, because he had the idiotic notion I was actually pissed off despite the way I was moaning and bouncing up and down on his cock clearly demonstrating I was far from angry, or because of some combination of both.

  I leaned down close to him, right next to his ear. My tits brushed against his chest as they bounced and I gasped out little squeals every time he bottomed out inside me. I was on fire, and I was so close to the edge as he pistoned in and out of my body over and over.

  “Do you want to know a little secret baby?” I whispered in his ear.

  “What?” he gasped.

  “The thing I’m most pissed off about is that you didn’t tell me about it at the time. That we missed out on a few years of serious fun because you didn’t tell me about all those guys checking me out. Because you didn’t tell me how much it turned you on!”

  He thrust up one final time and exploded inside me. I felt warmth spreading through my body as his cock pumped. And that was enough to send me over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms I’d felt in a good long while. All this dirty talk, all this fantasizing, that revelation from so long ago, it wasn’t just setting my body on fire with arousal. No, I was experiencing a veritable atomic explosion of pleasure that was a raging through every part of my body as the intense orgasm washed over me.

  I concentrated on breathing, my breath coming in a small ragged gasps that trailed off into quiet moans as I felt him inside me, as I felt his grip on my hips.

  And then I came down from that high and collapsed against Ben’s chest. His gorgeous muscled chest. I lifted my head up and looked at him. He was smiling.

  “Fuck was that intense,” I said.

  “You’re telling me,” he said. He kissed me on the forehead.

  “So does that stuff really turn you on?”

  I bit my lip and looked away, suddenly ashamed of these feelings even though I couldn’t deny them. I’d always been turned on by showing off, but I’d also always been ashamed of it. My voyeuristic streak had always been a dirty little secret I was afraid to admit to anybody, especially to my husband. Good girls weren’t supposed to be turned on by that sort of thing. Good girls were supposed to freak out about guys checking them out openly like that, about guys trying to sneak a peek.

  And yet it was precisely because it wasn’t something good girls did that I got so hot when I thought about it. When I did it. That I went into overdrive when that particular fantasy took hold in my imagination.

  “It’s always been a sort of a turn on,” I said. “And what about you mister? Letting all those guys stare at your woman! Does that turn you on, you pervert?”

  This time it was his turn to look away. This time a flush to rose to his cheeks. I almost felt sorry for him. I could only imagine that a similar confusing jumble of emotions was running through his head. Similar to what I’d been experiencing about my exhibitionist streak. If this was something that turned him on then it was obviously something he worried about, particularly about how I’d react.

  I leaned down and kissed him, a quick kiss that quickly turned into an impromptu make out session. Which was just fine by me. When it was over I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “Obviously we both think this is kind of hot, so go ahead. Out with it.”

  “I do get a little turned on thinking about that. No, that’s not true. I get really fucking turned on thinking about other guys checking you out, thinking about those guys jerking it looking at you was such a turn on. And the way you always seemed to have your window open when you changed made me think maybe you were into it. I was always afraid to ask though.”

  I grinned. “Well your intuition was right. Now we just have to figure out what to do with this new knowledge.”

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nbsp; “What to do with it?”

  “Well obviously we have to make up for a lot of time!” I said. I let out a delighted squeal as I felt his cock hardening underneath me again. I looked down at him. “Again? So soon?”

  He grinned. “What can I say? Revealing this to you is taking a weight off my chest, and it’s also a turn on now that you know!”

  I leaned down and pulled his rapidly hardening cock, positioning it at my entrance as I leaned down to where I could whisper in his ear. I slid down as I whispered.

  “In that case we should talk about how naughty your friend Matt is. How naughty he is for staring at me, for wanting to slide his cock deep inside your wife…”

  My husband groaned underneath me and I grinned. This fantasy was going to be really fun.

  2: A Visitor

  “Did I mention Matt going was thinking about coming into town in a week or so?”

  I went weak in the knees and had to steady myself against the counter where I was pulling Chinese takeout out of the box and onto a plate. I decided to “cook” tonight rather than deal with actually cooking.

  I was surprised at that reaction. Sure he was cute, I’ve already mentioned the sexy geek thing and all, sure he’d become the subject of frequent dirty talk scenarios between Ben and me over the past couple of months since we finally revealed our fantasies to one another, but there was something about the idea of him being in the same house that was making me feel woozy. I wasn’t sure if it was a good woozy or a bad woozy, but I needed to keep control.

  “Oh really? What’s the occasion?”

  “He was going to come down to watch the new Space Quest movie with me,” he said. “We always watched those together and we figured it’d be a fun night. Like old times.”

  “Isn’t that movie already out on video?”

  “Yeah, so?”

  So that meant he’d be spending the evening at our house. That meant I’d be playing the good hostess, maybe even watching the movie with them though I wasn’t sure about that just yet. If they were going to have guy time then I didn’t want to infringe on that. No, the big take-home was that Matt was going to be here. He was going to be in our house. I was going to be near him, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that with his recent transformation from one of my husband’s old friends to a frequent guest star in our dirty talk and fantasies.