Mile High: A Hotwife Fantasy Read online

  Contents

  Copyright

  What's A Hotwife?

  1: Beach Scenery

  2: Upgraded

  3: First Class Switcheroo

  4: Mile High

  5: Cleared for Takeoff

  6: Landing

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  Mile High

  Lexi Archer

  Copyright 2015 Lexi Archer

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  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, November 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: Beach Scenery

  I leaned back in my nice comfortable lounge chair on the beach and let out a contented sigh. This was the life. Enjoying some time with hot sand underneath and the hot sun overhead while there were hot bodies all around enjoying the weather. Life didn’t get much better than this.

  It was a pity that all of hit had to end later tonight when we hopped a flight back to the real world.

  “I completely agree man,” Craig said.

  I turned to my friend, former roommate, and old partner in crime for as far back as I could remember and clinked my glass of something that was expensive, frozen, fruity, and very alcoholic against his. I figured if there was ever a time to cut some of the masculine bullshit and enjoy a drink that actually tasted kinda nice in addition to being able to knock me on my ass then a vacation on the islands out in the middle of the Pacific where we didn’t know anybody would be the place to do it.

  “What are you boys up to?”

  I turned towards the sound of that oh-so-sexy voice and then paused to enjoy myself as one of the best views on the beach approached in a barely-there bikini that had my cock immediately standing up to take notice. We’d been married for nearly five years now and Nicole still had the ability to turn me into a hormonal puddle of goo as though we were a couple of teenagers going at it for the first time. Not that we’d even known each other back then, we met and fell in love in our later college years, but that didn’t stop the feelings she inspired in me.

  Particularly in the outfit she was wearing on the beach today. A bikini that sparkled a deep blue in the tropical sunlight, though I was having trouble deciding whether that deep blue more closely matched the clear sky up above or the water out in front of us. Either way it was stunning the way it clung to her perfectly tight and toned body in all the right places. It was one of those magical bikinis that managed to show everything while tantalizingly revealing absolutely nothing, and I loved it.

  “Lucky bastard,” Craig muttered, and I smiled. Craig always had a comment like that waiting when Nicole was in the vicinity. Particularly when she was wearing an outfit like what she was sporting right now. Then again Craig wasn’t the only guy who was noticing my wife. No, one of my favorite things to do when I was on vacation at the beach with the missuz was people watch, and I wasn’t particularly interested in the bouncy scenery on display. No, ever since getting with Nicole I’d always been more interested in watching other guys looking at my wife.

  Was it a little crazy? Sure. It’d taken a few years for me to make peace with the way I felt when I saw other men checking out Nicole: fucking turned on. I’d long ago made peace with it though. It barely even registered as something that other men would consider odd anymore, though it wasn’t exactly something that I went around sharing with everyone and their mother.

  “Oh nothing much baby,” I said. “You know, just enjoying the scenery.”

  “Enjoying it a hell of a lot more now,” Craig muttered again, just loud enough for me to hear. I’d never told him about enjoying watching other men enjoying my wife, but there were times that I thought he must know considering the way he was always going on about Nicole. Either way I’d never tried to stop him from his running commentary precisely because it always turned me on knowing he was getting good and turned on looking at her.

  From the way she smiled as she leaned down to kiss me, giving me a good view of her tits swaying as she did so while also no doubt giving Craig one hell of a show at the same time, she knew exactly what kind of scenery I was talking about. I’d told her about my fantasy as well. I figured coming clean would be easier than living a lie where I was constantly terrified she might find out. She’d actually reacted quite well after the initial shock wore off and she was sure I wasn’t just angling for a threesome or something like that. Now she regularly showed off outfits like the one she was wearing today.

  Yeah, there were times I thought she might even enjoy my fantasy life more than I did!

  “You boys are terrible,” Nicole said with a grin. “Though I suppose I can excuse you, Craig.”

  Craig lifted up his similarly fruity and frozen drink in salute. “Too right you are, my dear. Live every day like your recent ex is going to be looking at your status updates getting jealous of what she missed because she dumped you!”

  “I’ll drink to that!” Nicole said. She flashed me a naughty smile and then she was stepping over me, giving me a brief but tantalizing view of the paradise between her legs, and leaning towards Craig’s drink. I watched with practiced disinterest as her lips wrapped around his straw, though from the way her tongue flicked out and she moved her lips up and down the had of the straw I was pretty damn certain she was imagining it was more than a straw she was wrapping her lips around. At the very least I was pretty certain she wanted us to imagine it was more than a straw she was wrapping her lips around.

  It seemed to be working, too. Craig glanced over to me for the briefest of moments, but when he saw there wasn’t any obvious murder in my eyes he went right back to enjoying the view of Nicole leaning over him practically fellating the tip of the curly straw in his frozen concoction. He took in a deep sharp breath, and then the moment was over and Nicole was looking over to me and winking.

  I returned the wink, not even caring if Craig was watching and wondering what the hell was going on. He’d been around us long enough that I was pretty sure he had his suspic
ions. I figured that was part of the reason why he was always pushing the envelope with Nicole.

  “Damn shame all this is going to be gone in a few hours,” Nicole said with a sigh. She moved to sit down, but I was pleased when instead of going to her own lounge chair she moved to cuddle up next to me. I was never going to say no to an opportunity to feel my wife getting a little up close and personal. Particularly when we were both wearing practically nothing which allowed for some very nice skin to skin contact, thank you very much.

  “We could always just move out here,” I said. “I could quit my job and we could just keep Craig on as a filthy freeloader.”

  “Oh yeah? But what would he do to earn his keep?” Nicole asked, looking straight at me and licking her lips. My cock twitched. This was interesting. She’d never shown a particular interest in Craig before. All the guys who came up in dirty talk were always guys from work or random dudes she saw at the gym or something. Nice and safe because they were at the periphery of our social life rather than smack dab in the middle.

  To say I was intrigued at this sudden insinuation would be an understatement, though. What sort of game was she playing here? Even after I told her about my somewhat offbeat fantasy life it had stayed just that: fantasy. We’d done the dirty talk thing. She’d flirted with guys on occasion and she really enjoyed getting dressed up in outfits that were designed to thrill the men around her, but we’d never gone so far as having her get with another guy.

  Would I be okay with her getting with Craig? I suppose if it had to be anyone then a childhood friend who I trusted like a brother would be better than some random guy. Then again at the same time it was fraught with more danger precisely because things could go to shit in a major way with Craig. In a way that they couldn’t with some random dude who we’d meet and be done with in the space of a night.

  It was quite the conundrum.

  “I can think of a few things I’d like to do,” Craig said. Nicole couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could see the way his eyes were glued to her ass. Glued, no doubt, to the spot where her bikini bottoms were probably riding up her ass crack giving him quite the unobstructed view. My cock didn’t just twitch this time. No, it was starting to sit up and take notice.

  Why did all this have to happen on the last day of our vacation when we were checking out and hitting a flight back home in a few hours? Why couldn’t this have happened a few days ago when we had plenty of time in the suite we were supposed to be sharing with Craig and his now ex-girlfriend before she became his ex?

  Damn it.

  Oh well. I suppose there was always time after we got back home to explore this. It’s not like we didn’t hang out with Craig all the time anyways. Yeah, as I leaned back and enjoyed the hot sun overhead and my wife’s hot body pressing against me I figured we had plenty of time to get up to some naughty fun later.

  Right now I wanted to think about the beach and relaxation though. I didn’t want to think about going home and back to the rat race. Sure it allowed me to make enough money to more than afford trips like this foray to the beach, but far better to just enjoy the beach in the moment than to think about the soul-sucking job that allowed me to pay for enjoying the beach.

  Nicole moved up and brushed her lips against mine. A brushing of the lips that quickly turned into more as her mouth opened to mine and then we were practically making out in a very public location where anyone could see! It surprised me, but I went with it. Nicole hadn’t been this forward in a public location in a long time, but it’s not like I was going to knock it if she wanted to get up to a little bit of naughty fun.

  Once more I reflected on how it was a damn shame we were going to have to leave all this and take a cab to the airport soon enough for an overnight flight to the other side of the damn country that would have us arriving ridiculously jet-lagged thanks to the massive time difference between the islands and the east coast.

  I’d think about that later when I was dealing with the jet lag though. Right now I just wanted to concentrate on the delicious feeling of my wife pressing her body against mine and making out with me.

  And if a few thoughts of my wife doing something similarly naughty with Craig happened to sneak in there while we were having our fun? Well all the better.

  2: Upgraded

  I had one thing on my mind as we approached the ticketing counter: elbow room. I thought about the flight out here and how fucking miserable the whole experience had been. I’d had an entire week to think about how maybe flying coach when we were taking a puddle jumper down to Florida that only lasted for a couple of hours wasn’t such a bad deal because we weren’t going to have to endure the pain for too long.

  Flying across half the Pacific ocean and an entire continent, though? Well that was as close to pure torture as I could imagine. So as soon as we hit the ticket counter I was ready with a decision I’d made about three hours into the hell that was the flight out here. Even being in close quarters with Nicole wasn’t enough to make the experience bearable after a certain amount of time.

  No, I was doing what I was about to do for the sake of our marriage as much as I was doing it because the idea of getting stuck next to some portly sweaty gentleman for a flight that was going to stretch into the double digits in terms of hours terrified me.

  “Hi, was wondering how much it would cost to upgrade to first class?”

  “What are you doing honey?” Nicole asked.

  I glanced over to her and Craig. “How much is it worth to you to be able to stretch out and be comfortable on the flight back?”

  “Are you kidding? First class isn’t much different from coach these days.”

  “Not on international flights,” I said, though I guess technically speaking it wasn’t international since we were never leaving the political entity that was the United States even if we had left the continental U.S. I turned to the girl behind the counter. “These are the big jets, not the stuff you take from Albuquerque to Cleveland. First class is first class, right?”

  “Oh definitely. You’ll get a spacious seat all to yourself for a very reasonable upgrade.”

  “Spacious and all to myself. I’m sold,” I said.

  I was even more sold when I saw what the actual charge was. It was barely what I made in a day and it’s not like we were hurting for money or anything. It was the easiest decision in the world to slap down the credit card and pay whatever the nice lady was asking to make sure our nonstop flight to the other side of the country was as comfy as possible. I even picked up a seat on the other side of the aisle for Craig. It didn’t seem fair to leave him high and dry in coach while we were living the good life up at the front of the plane. Particularly since he couldn’t exactly afford this kind of upgrade since he’d gone the bleeding heart non-profit route while I’d decided to become a bloodsucking corporate drone who actually could afford nice things from time to time.

  They said money can’t buy happiness, but I’d long ago decided that it could buy experiences and comfort that sure as hell made it easier to be happy.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” Craig said as we made our way over to get felt up by the lovely TSA people putting on security theater to make everyone feel better that they were keeping the world safe from little old grannies with toenail clippers. I sighed and, not for the first time, wished I was already where some of the senior partners in the firm were. They flew private jets where they didn’t have to go through the security theater bullshit.

  Like I said, money couldn’t buy happiness, but it could certainly get around some of life’s more frustrating inconveniences. Someday that would be me, but that day wasn’t today.

  Besides, they said those stupid x-ray machines that could see through your clothes didn’t actually store the images, but I figured you were an idiot if you believed that bullshit and the idea of some yokel in one of those bright blue vests checking out the images of my wife and getting off to it was actually a little hot. I never thought a casual violation of m
y fifth amendment rights would turn me on like that, but there it was. Who said constitutional law couldn’t be sexy?

  Well, one of my professors had said it back in the day, but I guess he never tried approaching it from quite the angle I was approaching it in the moment.

  And what an angle I was enjoying as I walked behind Nicole. Walking behind her was one of my favorite things in the world. Almost as much fun as waking up every morning and seeing an insanely hot chick getting undressed for her morning shower. Or coming into the bedroom in the evening just in time to see her getting down to her skivvies again so she could put her pajamas on.

  Yeah, a lot of the time she got interrupted before she could finish putting her pajamas on. What can I say? I was only a man, with urges, and she was very good at inspiring those urges in me! I never understood guys who acted like marriage was the end of life as they knew it. In my experience it had just been the start of a new awesome adventure where there was a hot chick living in the house with me getting naked on the regular and inspiring me to have a little bit of fun.

  Nicole wasn’t wearing anything that approached the bikini she’d been in earlier, but she was in a pair of shorts that hugged her ass quite nicely thank you very much. As I watched her walking I almost thought I could see a hint of her panties, bright pink because I’d been sure to look as she was changing in the hotel earlier, peeking out along with just the hint of one of her cheeks. I glanced over and saw Craig enjoying the same view, and he didn’t even bother to look away when he saw me watching him watching her.

  My cock stirred again as I thought about earlier at the beach. As I thought about the comments he was always making about my wife. As I thought about how she’d looked a little more interested than usual when we were pretty much making out on the beach earlier while Craig watched.