Trophy Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Read online

  Contents

  Copyright

  What's A Hotwife?

  1: Desires

  2: Trophy

  3: Secrets

  4: By the Pool

  5: Stunned

  6: Freedom

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  1: New Digs

  2: Old Temptations

  3: Revelations

  4: Indecent Invitation

  5: In Charge

  6: Slow Seduction

  7: Possibilities

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  1: Road Trip

  2: Trucker's Delight

  3: Overbooked

  4: Wanna Do it?

  5: Room Serviced

  6: After

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  Trophy Wife

  Lexi Archer

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  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, July 2016

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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: Desires

  Harry:

  I stepped inside the suite and paused to reflect for a moment on how ridiculous all this was. The place was incredible. It was the sort of suite that would have cost my parents a good fraction of their yearly income to be able to afford, and these days it was less than what I made in a couple of minutes with what came in on the regular from the company.

  I might be a man who was used to the finer things in life, but at the same time I was also a man who was aware of where he came from. I was a man who knew when I had a good thing going and I could appreciate it. I remembered all too well what it felt like riding to vacations in the back sat of dad’s station wagon and going on camping trips because that’s all we could afford these days.

  I smiled thinking back to those days. Having all the money was nice, but crazily enough I did find myself getting wistful for the “good old days” every once in awhile.

  I turned and looked at Katrina as she stepped into the room, her own eyes wide.

  “Damn baby,” she said.

  I could say the same thing looking at her. She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes on. Sure she was also smart and kind to go right along with those looks, but she had a combination of girl next door innocence that mixed with supermodel good looks that made my mouth water and my dick get hard every time I thought about her.

  Looking at her in those shorts and a halter top was enough to drive me absolutely wild. It was still the middle of winter back home, but of course snow and cold weather didn’t touch you when you could afford to go off on an island vacation.

  “You like it?”

  Katrina laughed. “It reminds me of going on vacations when I was young.”

  I blinked. “I didn’t know your parents could afford things like this.”

  They were both nice enough people, but at the same time they were both firmly middle class and had been for their entire lives as far as I could tell. Not that there was anything wrong with that. If I hadn’t been so wildly successful in my early years there was a very different path my life could’ve taken that might’ve led to a job very similar to what Katrina’s dad did.

  It didn’t help that he was only a few years older than me. That had been the cause of more than a little awkwardness the first time we met and they realized their daughter fully planned on marrying a man fifteen years older than she was. Sure I was only in my mid-thirties and she was right out of college, but it was still a hell of a difference in age as far as they were concerned.

  Something told me that the fact that I was more loaded than everyone in the room, unless Bill Gates happened to stop by, had helped. It was nice when that could work in my favor rather than just having people constantly coming at me for handouts.

  “They can’t afford anything like this,” Katrina said. “But seeing all of this extravagance just sort of reminds me where I come from, you know? That probably sounds silly to you.”

  “You have no idea just how right that sounds to me,” I said, sweeping her into my arms and pulling her into a kiss. She wrapped her arms around me immediately and let out an appreciative moan that turned me on and had my cock throbbing in my pants.

  Damn was she hot. So much hotter than any girl I could’ve ever hoped for when I was in high school or college. Then again I hadn’t been as rich then as I was now. I guess there were other advantages to being loaded.

  “What was that for?” she asked when she finally came up for air.

  I paused for a moment to look her up and down. She really was the single most beautiful creature I’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. Even more beautiful even than my first wife on her wedding night, and that was a memory I never thought I’d get over. We’d married young and eventually the whole thing had fallen apart for reasons that had me more than a little nervous about the wedding night tonight.

  I pushed those thoughts away. That was something to worry about later. For now all I wanted to worry about was Katrina in my arms. Was feeling her perfect body pressed against mine. The prom queen. The college cheerleader. The girl who’d been up for a spot as an NFL cheerleader, even, before she decided to give all that up to get hitched to me.

  Yeah, this was a moment I was going to enjoy. Particularly since there were those lingering issues that had destroyed my first marriage which could still very well do their nasty work on my current brand new marriage.

  “I was just thinking the same thing about vacation with my family,” I said. “We always went camping because they couldn’t afford anything else.”

  “We had it a little better than that,” Katrina said.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. Dad could at least afford to send us to a Best Western,” she said with a grin.

  I grinned back at her and let her go. She moved over to throw herself down on the massive circular bed in the middle of the bridal suite. It was a bed that said it was made for fucking, and I found my mouth drying out as I wondered what kind of fucking
would be done on that bed while we were here on our honeymoon.

  I stepped through double doors that led out to a balcony that ran the length of one whole floor of the hotel. That was one of the nice things about being able to afford the most expensive suite at the place. It cost quite a bit to go first class, but it was worth every penny.

  Especially since it was so cheap compared to what I was worth. Why not splurge when you had the money? I gave enough to charity that I still had a clean conscience about spending more on me.

  I stared out at the ocean beyond. The sun was drifting low to the horizon and the skies were streaked with a bright orange color that took my breath away. It was a hell of a lot better than the view from the hotel for my first honeymoon where we had a glorious view of the concrete motel on the other side of an alleyway.

  Yeah, this was much better. Such a fun time. A pity that it had to end, though that was more my fault than anything else. And once again that brought me back to thinking about everything that had happened to bring my marriage crashing down around me.

  It was simple enough. I loved the thought of my girlfriend, my wife, in the arms of another man. It was an obsession that had taken hold of me when I first heard rumblings of the idea on the Internet when I was much younger. Back in those days it had been a couple of poorly written erotica stories that finally crystallized in my erotic imagination the idea that I didn’t just enjoy the idea of other guys fucking my girl, I loved it.

  I knew then that it had to happen. Only it was such a weird fantasy, something that was so out of the ordinary, that I’d always been terrified of bringing it up. What man in his right mind gets excited at the idea of his woman getting with another guy?

  Not any sane man, let me tell you.

  Yet the obsession was there. It was something I’d finally admitted to my first wife about five years into our relationship. She’d reacted better than I had any right to expect, but not nearly as well as I’d hoped. She hadn’t called an end to our marriage right then and there, she’d even been willing to indulge me in a little dirty talk about the idea of her with other guys. She’d talked about guys she’d dated and all the things she did with them.

  The one thing she was never willing to do was actually go through with the fantasy though. She’d never been willing to go that far. She was a good innocent girl who’d only been with a couple of guys before she got with me. She was the faithful settling down time. A beautiful woman with a heart of gold who wanted nothing more than to be with me and only me.

  The kind of woman that every guy dreams about. And all I wanted was a woman who was a total slut. A woman who would go out and do all sorts of depraved things with other guys while I got to watch or got to hear about it after the fact.

  It was a fundamental incompatibility in our marriage that eventually led to divorce. She got tired of me badgering her about it. I got tired of being in a marriage where I felt like my one all encompassing fantasy would never happen. So we’d split. It had been mostly amicable with a few fights here and there that were quickly smoothed over by promises of alimony payments that would keep her in the lifestyle to which she’d become accustomed for the rest of her life.

  I was ashamed enough that I figured that was the least she deserved for putting up with my obsession so gamely over the years.

  I sighed as those memories washed over me. I turned and looked back into the room, leaning against the balcony and wincing for a moment as I always did when I leaned on a railing in a high place and wondered if this was going to be the time the railing gave out from behind me and I went plummeting to my death.

  I looked at Katrina rolling around on the bed and luxuriating in the feel of the place. I suppose for her something like this really was a revelation. It was a five star resort on the most expensive part of the island and I’d spared no expense to make sure she had the best fucking honeymoon any woman could ever hope for.

  There was just that one thing. The obsession. The one thing I hadn’t brought up with her before even though I knew I was playing with fire by not bringing that up. I wondered if she would want to divorce me as soon as she found out. It would be the least I deserved for waiting so long to tell her about what really powered the deepest and darkest recesses of my fantasy life.

  Katrina looked out and seemed to realize for the first time that I’d been busy out here doing a whole lot of nothing. She stood and made her way out to the balcony, her hips doing this sexy little thing where she swayed from side to side and showed off every inch of her body with all of its dangerous curves.

  I smiled. I knew what the guys said about her. That she was a trophy wife. That she was nothing but looks. I knew how wrong they were about that. She was my everything. She was so fucking hot and so fucking nice and so fucking intelligent and it was one hell of a package. I’d always been drawn to strong women.

  She was no exception, even if she did seem to fit the whole trophy wife stereotype. And I was almost hesitant to bring up that obsession even now precisely because of that dynamic. I didn’t want her doing anything she didn’t want to because she felt obligated to do it. Because she thought that’s what I wanted, and the gravy train would derail if she didn’t become a complete whore just for me.

  No, that was the last thing I wanted even if it was also the only thing I wanted.

  Katrina smiled up at me when she reached me. Her hand moved out and she ran it up and down my chest causing a shiver to run through me.

  “So what are you thinking about baby?” she asked.

  I was thinking about her in the arms of another man. I was thinking of some guy taking her in her wedding dress that she’d been in yesterday before we hopped a flight out to the islands. I thought of another man in between her

  Legs using his fingers, his mouth, his cock to bring her to the precipice of pleasure and then throwing her off the edge as he plowed into my gorgeous wife.

  I couldn’t tell her about any of those thoughts. Telling my last wife about those thoughts was exactly the sort of thing that had ended my last marriage. Yet at the same time I had the distinct feeling that I needed to tell her about those thoughts. After all, keeping them bottled up until they exploded out was the thing that had ended my last marriage.

  I should have told her about this before she walked down the aisle with me. Before we put rings on one another’s fingers and before we said our vows and signed the marriage certificate. It was too late now, though I suppose I could take comfort in the fact that there was a pre-nup this time around so I wouldn’t have to worry about her coming after the business and threatening to make my little perverted secret very public if I didn’t give her everything she wanted.

  Not that I thought Katrina would ever do something like that. I wanted to think she was different. I wanted to believe she’d be different. I licked my lips and wondered how she would truly react. It was the sort of thing that was difficult to even gauge until I told her.

  “Harry? Is something wrong?” she asked. “Come on, you know there’s nothing you can’t tell me.”

  “I don’t know. This is a pretty big one,” I said. I stared down into her eyes and she looked up at me with so much worry that I knew I had to tell her. If I didn’t then she’d fill in the blanks. She’d think that whatever I was hiding from her was far worse than what it actually was. I’d backed myself into this corner with the way I’d reacted, and I wondered if maybe there was a part of me that had deliberately done that so that I’d be in a position where I had no choice but to tell her exactly how I felt. To let her in on the dirty little secret that had destroyed my first marriage.

  That might destroy this marriage before it really got a chance to start out. I took in a deep breath and sighed. There was nothing for it but to jump off the edge and hope for a soft landing. I opened my mouth and prepared to spill my soul, terrified of Katrina’s reaction the entire time.

  2: Trophy

  Katrina:

  “You see I have a fantasy,” Harry said.

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nbsp; I bit my lip and fought back the urge to roll my eyes. Of course he had a fantasy. I didn’t know a single guy out there who didn’t have a fantasy of some sort. There was the guy I’d dated who was a quarterback for the college team. I met him thanks to my time on the college cheerleading squad which had been four of the best and wildest years of my life, thank you very much. Wild years that I was pretty sure were coming to an end now that I was settled down and married to a nice respectable man who wouldn’t appreciate that sort of thing.

  I fought back a sigh. It was a shame, but I loved Harry and there were sacrifices that needed to be made. He was an older man. More mature. I needed to prove to him that I could be everything he needed. That I could be the good wife.

  I was getting distracted from the main event, though. Guys and their fantasies. Like the quarterback who wanted me to dress up in a bikini costume from some silly science fiction movie while we fucked. Did I think it was a little silly? Well sure, who wouldn’t? Was I willing to go there for him because it was something he really wanted? You bet your ass I was. Especially since the simple act of putting on that costume had resulted in some of the best sex of my college life. The guy was already a stallion, but that bikini inspired him to new heights of passion and I wasn’t going to complain if I got pulled along for the ride!

  Guys and their fantasies. They were always so afraid to tell a girl that they had fantasies. They always rolled it out like they had some horrible disease or something rather than making it seem like there was this fun new thing I got to do with them. And I always thought it was a fun new thing. I’d never had a guy come to me with something that was so weird that I wasn’t willing to at least give it a try.

  So it was a little silly to see Harry acting like this was a big deal. I’d figured this was coming for awhile now. He’d never brought up anything that really turned his crank before, and in my experience that meant he was afraid to bring it up.