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  Wife Gone Wild

  Lexi Archer

  Copyright 2015 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, July 2015

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  Table of Contents

  1: Caught in the Act

  2: Torture

  3: Photo Shoot

  4: Verified

  5: Whole New World

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  1: Caught in the Act

  "What are you looking at?"

  Shit! I quickly minimized the window, though I already knew it was too late. Despite my wife's question there was absolutely no question as to what that had been on my screen.

  "Was that a naked woman honey?"

  Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why was I looking at that in bed with my wife right next to me, supposedly asleep? I'd gotten too accustomed to my wife's sleep patterns. I'd gotten lazy. I'd figured she would always be asleep. I'd flown too close to the sun, and now I was getting burned! In a major way!

  "It was nothing honey," I said. I glanced over and saw that there was still a sleepy haze on her face. "You must be imagining things."

  She sat up on one elbow, and suddenly that sleepy haze was gone. Damn it. "No I'm not. I saw what I saw! That was a naked girl on your laptop!"

  I started to sweat. My pulse was pounding. I felt lightheaded, as though I was about to pass out. I'd done this so many times. The missus fell asleep and I'd do a little browsing on my favorite site where girls traded naked pictures of themselves for magical Internet points. God bless the son of a bitch who figured out that attractive women young and old would be willing to get naked for something so simple as magical points on a website that couldn't be traded for anything. Though I suppose the idea traced back to the magnificent son of a bitch who first discovered that college girls were more than happy to flash their tits for nothing more than a free T-shirt. One idea seemed like an extension of the other.

  "Seriously honey," she said. "Let me have a look at your computer!"

  My heart sank even more as she reached for my laptop. Briefly I considered trying to keep it back to from her, but I dismissed the idea as soon as it occurred to me. That would look even more suspicious. Not to mention that it seemed like the game was up no matter what I did. I was well and truly caught.

  Briefly I wondered if this is what criminals felt like when they got pulled over with hot stuff in the car. The feeling, a sinking feeling mixed with a strange acceptance and peace washing over me, was definitely weird.

  Amy pulled my laptop over and scooted up just a little bit so it was resting on her legs which were still under the covers. Gorgeous legs that went on forever. Beautiful legs that I probably wasn't going to get to feel or enjoy for quite some time once she saw what was on the screen.

  I winced as the window popped up. Yeah, there was definitely an album of some hot young college girl showing off bikini she'd just bought for the summer. Amy looked at me with an unreadable expression.

  "Who is this? Are you seeing this girl?"

  I barked out a quick laugh. I couldn't help myself. The idea that I would cheat on my wife was ridiculous. She was gorgeous, and she was the best the thing that had ever happened to me. No, infidelity had never touched our relationship, though there were times that I thought about her…

  But that wasn't important. That was an impossible fantasy. I needed to concentrate on the here and now. I needed to concentrate on making sure my marriage was still intact in the morning now that she'd caught me looking at pictures of naked women on the Internet! Sure every guy does it, but there's a big difference between not getting caught and enjoying plausible deniability versus your wife catching you red handed.

  "That's not a girl I'm having an affair with," I said. "Trust me."

  "That's good to hear," Amy said as she clicked back on the browser and was brought back to the aforementioned website where people traded things for magical invisible Internet points. In the case of this particular subforum on that site the thing that was traded was naked pictures, though just about anything could be traded for those points depending on what part of the site you were on. Pictures of cats, amusing anecdotes from your life. It just so happened that tits and ass were the currency on the subforum I was frequenting at the moment. And, once again, God bless the clever son-of-a-bitch who came up with the idea.

  "There are naked people on this site?" she asked. She sounded incredulous.

  "Well, yeah?" I said. She didn't really use the place, even though I told her about it all the time. I'd tried to get her interested, but thumbing through Facebook on her phone was about the extent of my wife's Internet browsing addiction.

  "Is this the only place with naked people, or are there others?"

  I laughed again. It seemed like my marriage wasn't over, not quite yet, so it seemed safe enough to let out a quick laugh. Plus the whole naive premise of her question was pretty silly. Were there naked people on the Internet?

  Duh.

  "That's just scratching the surface honey," I said. "This place has a veritable cornucopia of people willing to take their clothes off."

  "And these girls just take naked pictures of themselves? They just post them up on the internet for anyone to see?"

  "Well…Yeah?"

  "They don't look like porn stars or anything," she said. "They just look like regular women. Hot women, but regular women!"

  "That's sort of the idea honey," I said.

  I paused and licked my lips. Now that it seemed like my relationship wasn't ending, not immediately at least, I was a little more interested in my wife's reaction than I was while in the throes of the immediate terror I'd been feeling when she initially caught me looking at those pictures. She was browsing through the list with interest, clicking through and staring at some of the girls for a moment before clicking back. In short, she was acting exactly like I did when I went through this particular part of the website. That was very interesting. Damn interesting, even.

  "So if they're not getting paid, then why do they do it?"

  I chuckled and shook my head. "Magical internet points."

  "Magical internet points?" she asked.

  I pointed to one of the posts when she moved back to the forum and away from a particularly delightful picture of a pretty blonde girl in a sundress that was being pulled down so the top was wedged in between her cleavage showing off an impressive set of perky tits. I noticed that Amy stared at that one for a moment, and I wondered what was going through her head. I know I was thinking of a particular sundress she owned that would be capable of pulling off exactly that look. Not that she'd ever show off like that in an online forum like this. No, Amy had never done anything that crazy. She'd flashed me with that exact move on more than a few occasions though. Just never where others could see, even though that would be fucking hot.

  Yeah, Amy could be wild, it's just that up until this point in our life her wild streak was contained to the real world, which was fine by me even if it was hot to think about her posting on one of thes
e sites from time to time.

  "See those little arrows next to the post? People can vote up or down on whether or not they like the post," I said.

  "So what happens to the ugly people who post?"

  I shrugged. "I'm guessing they don't get voted up very much since you don't really see them on this page."

  "I wonder if I'd be hot enough to make it to the front page," Amy said in a mutter that was barely loud enough to hear. Even though she was muttering, though, her words echoed through my mind like a roar. And for the second time that evening I felt dizzy. I felt lightheaded. I felt my cock throbbing and I felt a strange mixture of terror and anticipation running through my body.

  It sounded like she was just idly wondering, but that also sounded suspiciously close to the first step towards my wife maybe actually posting on this place. It was something I'd never truly dared to dream of, even if I did fantasize about it from time to time, but even hearing those words escaping her lips was almost enough to make me blow my load right in my boxers.

  "I bet you'd rocket right to the top," I said.

  Amy fixed me with a flat stare. "Please," she said. "You're married to me! You're contractually obligated to act like you think I'm hot."

  "Honey, I married you because you're so damn hot! I'm not just pretending you're hotter because I married you. You got things mixed up just a little."

  Though her refusal to admit how hot she was, or more accurately her inability to recognize how hot she was, just added to the mystique and the hotness as far as I was concerned. My wife had a look that could be described as girl next-door naïveté meets Victoria's Secret model, and there was something about the unassuming way she carried herself, something about the way she never assumed she was the hottest girl in the room, or at the very least she was oblivious to the fact that she was the hottest girl in the room when she very clearly was, that made her so much more attractive in my eyes.

  "Trust me," I said. "You would be popular."

  "I don't know," she said. "Most of the girls here seem to be in college. They're easily ten or fifteen years younger than me!"

  "Hotness isn't something that's measured by how old you are babe," I said. "You'd give all those girls a run for their money. You'd be the most popular girl on there within a week!"

  "Right," she said. "Keep dreaming buddy."

  She continued clicking through the pictures and I watched her clicking. I couldn't believe how well this was going. I couldn't believe we'd gone from me expecting the end of our relationship to her browsing and looking at pictures of girls with interest. Not only looking, but wondering how she'd stack up against them!

  "So why is it only girls here?" she asked.

  I shrugged. "That's just what this particular part of the website is about. If you want guys then you have to go to other subforums."

  She turned and looked at me, then looked away quickly. Her face had an embarrassed flush that I could see in the reflected light of my laptop.

  "Do you know where any of those other parts of the site are?" she asked. "I'm just interested for academic purposes, you know."

  I licked my lips as I looked at my oh so innocent and oh so sexy wife. As a matter of fact I did know where a couple of those parts of the site were, you couldn't browse the place for very long without learning about all the major parts of the site dedicated to people showing up in various stages of undress, but I never figured she would be interested in something like that.

  It's not that Amy was a prude. Not exactly. It just went back to that innocence she exuded. She gave the impression of being just a little naïve about the way the world worked, and sex in particular. She was always game when it came to trying new things, but at the same time I was always the one who was introducing her to those new things in the first place and encouraging her to try it. Not that I could complain much since she always went along, but her taking some initiative was new and exciting.

  And so I was surprised at her reaction. I was surprised she wasn't reacting with annoyance or outright anger when she saw me effectively looking at porn, even if it was amateur porn of the highest order. I was particularly surprised that she was taking an interest in not only potentially putting one of her own pictures up there, but that she was also showing an interest in other men putting up their naked pictures. Checking out other guys was something she'd always denied, even when I razzed her about looking at an attractive guy on television or in a movie.

  "Would you like to see some of those?" I asked.

  Amy hesitated. She glanced over to me and then back to the screen. Did I detect a hint of arousal there? She was wearing a thin tank top and it was obvious in the light of the laptop that her nipples were pressing out. Her mouth was open slightly as well. Yeah, she was definitely enjoying the thought of looking at some guys. It was obvious she was just a little turned on.

  "Here," I said. "Just go over here to the sidebar and they have links to other parts of the site that might be of interest."

  I clicked on one in particular. It linked to the male equivalent of the cornucopia of gorgeous young female flesh I'd been looking at. The link was blue, it was one I never thought I'd click on, and yet here we were. A page popped up that was full of muscular men and cocks as far as the eye could see.

  I blinked. This part of the site definitely didn't do anything for me, but looking at my wife's reaction was doing something for me. If I thought she was turned on before, well that was nothing compared to how she looked now. She was definitely breathing heavily. Her mouth was wide open and she was staring at the page in wide-eyed astonishment.

  "These guys are naked!"

  I just barely managed to resist the urge to laugh. Innocent almost to the point of being oblivious. That was my wife.

  "Well that's sort of the point honey," I said. "That is what you asked for, after all."

  "I just can't believe it," she said. And she started scrolling just as she had earlier with the pictures of women. Only I noticed she was lingering just a little longer on these pictures. She was staring at these men, at the pictures of cocks, and she actually licked her lips!

  In short, it was incredible watching her watching the screen.

  "So all these guys are doing the same thing? They're just posting pictures naked for those points?"

  I leaned in closer to my wife. I felt heat radiating off of her body. I closed my eyes and briefly inhaled, enjoying the delicious smell that was her. I also wondered if that wasn't just a hint of arousal I was detecting wafting up from between her legs, but that had to be wishful thinking. She couldn't possibly be that turned on!

  "Pretty much," I said. "That's the currency for the entire site."

  Amy looked over to me, a sudden smile on her face. "What about you? Have you ever posted pictures of yourself for invisible Internet points?"

  I blinked. Then I shook my head and laughed.

  "No," I said. "I've never posted a picture of myself on here, naked or otherwise."

  Amy looked back into the monitor, an unreadable expression on her face.

  "Too bad," she said. "I bet you'd shoot right to the top of the rankings too."

  Now it was my turn to look at my wife in disbelief. "You're crazy."

  She looked me up and down and I felt a thrill running through me at that inspection. There was just something about the way my wife looked when she stared at me with obvious "fuck me" eyes that got my cock rock hard. Of course my cock was already rock hard considering everything that was happening right now, but you know what I mean.

  "Don't sell yourself short honey," she said. "You're seriously as hot as any of these guys!"

  "Yeah right," I said.

  She turned back to her inspection of the screen and looked back at me. I could see the wheels turning in her head. It was obvious she was wondering what it would be like to see me on the screen. I wondered if her imagination was going to some of the same places mine did when I fantasized about seeing her popping up on my laptop screen. I wondered if she was
thinking about women staring at me like I thought about men staring at her.

  I know it was a little weird to get turned on by the idea of guys staring at my wife, but there was just something about thinking about guys staring at my woman, lusting after her, wanting her and not being able to have her, that turned me on. It was as though it was sort of a validation of me in some fucked up way. I had a hot woman, and it verified just how fucking hot she was because other men wanted her.

  Like I said, I knew it was fucked up, but there it was. It's not like I could particularly help what popped into my erotic imagination.

  Kate flipped the laptop down and moved it over to her nightstand. I can still see her silhouette in the glow of a bathroom light she left on so we didn't go stumbling around in the dark in the middle of the night. I felt rather than saw her moving close. I could smell her breath so close to mine. A faint hint of her shampoo and perfume. I could feel the heat radiating off of her body.

  "So do you look at that site often?" she asked.

  I swallowed. That seemed like a dangerous question. It was a hell of a lot less dangerous now than it might've been about ten minutes ago before I knew how she'd react to the idea of me looking at that page, but there was still a part of me that was nervous about answering it.

  "It's okay," she said. "You can be honest. I won't be mad."

  Well she hadn't given me any indication so far that she was actually mad. If she was trying to pull one over on me then she was doing one hell of an excellent job of it. I figured it was safe enough to give an honest answer. Besides, if you didn't have honesty in your marriage then what he did you have?

  "Yeah," I said. "I look at it pretty regularly. Maybe every couple of days."

  "And it turns you on looking at those girls?"

  "Actually it turns me on wishing it was you I was seeing…"

  I wished I could take it back as soon as the words left my mouth, but it was too late. Apparently when my mind decided it was time for some honesty it decided that it was really time for some honesty. Damn it!