Wife Gone Wild: A Hotwife Fantasy Read online

  "Bullshit," she said.

  "Seriously! I think about how hot it would be to see you on there," I said.

  "I told you you're not in trouble babe," she said. "You don't need to blow smoke up my ass."

  I held up my hand. "I promise I'm not doing anything of the sort. I'm serious!"

  "You were really thinking about me?" she asked.

  "Well… Yeah?"

  "Even when you have all those college hotties to stare at?"

  "You're the most beautiful woman in the world as far as I'm concerned," I said. "Why wouldn't I think about you when it comes to a site like this?"

  Her eyes positively twinkled and I knew I'd just given the right answer. It might not be what I thought should be the right answer, but my entire view of the world had been shifted in the last ten minutes.

  She leaned in and kissed me and then handed the laptop back over to me, though she put it down towards my knees rather than my lap. She pulled up one of those pictures again, and then to my surprise her hand moved down under the sheets where I'd been hiding my hard on.

  "Look at those pictures baby," she whispered.

  I took a deep breath and swallowed. I figured if I was being ordered to look at pictures of naked women by my equally sexy wife while she had her hand on my cock then I was going to go with the moment. Her hand started moving up and down in an expertly practiced motion that I was so very familiar with, and yet at the same time it was so deliciously new and naughty because I had the added stimulation of these pictures.

  She scooted up a little bit and then her mouth was against my ear. She was whispering.

  "Does it turn you on looking at those girls?"

  I licked my lips. "Yeah," I managed to croak out. It was barely above a whisper, but can you blame a guy? This was one hell of an unexpected fantasy that was suddenly playing out.

  "What turns you on the most?"

  Well, honesty had gotten me all sorts of wonderful places today, so why not continue with that theme?

  "I like to look at the comments," I said.

  "Comments? Really? A bunch of text turns you on more than hot naked girls?"

  "I like to read the comments and imagine the guys are talking about you," I said.

  Her hand never let up, but she did turn her attention to the computer where I clicked into the comments section. Where men were saying all sorts of things about the girl who was nice enough to take her clothes off for them. Some were crazy, some were funny, and some were obviously fueled by lust and the unique lack of social graces that usually came from an online forum where anonymity ruled the day.

  Amy barked out a laugh as she read one of the comments near the top. "Did that guy really just tell that girl she has a nice smile?"

  I read it and grinned. "Well yeah? What's so odd about that?"

  "That picture was of a girl who was bent over spreading everything for the world to see! Her smile wasn't even in there!"

  "Maybe the guy was being ironic," I said.

  Though I had a feeling that wasn't exactly the case. No, the guy was probably just oblivious and was living in some sort of fantasy world where if he complimented the girl on something other than the XXX-rated gynecology show she was giving then maybe she'd private message him and they'd fall in love and get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

  I shrugged. "What can I say? People on this forum are kind of crazy sometimes."

  "Do you wish he was complimenting me on my nice smile?" she asked.

  I took in a deep breath. I had to hold onto the bed because I felt like if I didn't then I was in very real danger of losing my balance and falling off. I might send the computer flying from a sudden twitch.

  "That would be so hot," I said.

  "What about those guys talking about how much they want to fuck that girl? Do you want to see dirty men on the Internet talking about how much they want to fuck your wife?"

  I felt something building at the base of my cock. I felt my balls tightening up. I felt an impossible heat running over my body, and it was so incredible. So goddamn incredible.

  "Oh fuck," I said.

  And then it hit me. That delicious and tingly feeling that meant I was about to blow my load. I looked down in panic at the sheets and realized I was about to blow my load all over them, but I didn't care. This was too much. Too incredible. Too fucking hot.

  So what if I ended up messing up the sheets? I didn't give a fuck. All I cared about was my wife's hand on my cock, was my wife whispering impossible fantasies in my ear.

  And so I let go. With a whimper and a grunt I exploded all over the sheets and my wife's hand. I looked at the comments and back to her. I imagined she was the one taking dirty pictures of herself. That I was reading men talking about what they'd like to do to her given an opportunity.

  A stain spread on the sheets as I blew my load, my breath came in quick gasps, and it was all I could do to hold onto consciousness as I rode that incredible feeling.

  Finally I came down and Amy was smiling at me. She leaned in for another kiss.

  "That must be one hell of a fantasy for you to come so quickly," she said.

  "What can I say? It's hot!"

  She looked down to the sheets and let out a clicking noise with her tongue. She pulled her hand out from under and it was covered in semen. She reached over to a tissue box we kept at the side of the bed just for this sort of situation and wiped her hand off.

  It was obvious that sexy times were over for her, but I couldn't help but think about what we'd just talked about. What had just happened. I couldn't help but think about the promise in that dirty talk.

  I was nervous as hell as I thought about my next question, but after what just happened it was a question that needed to be asked. I couldn't deny it.

  "So would you ever consider actually doing that," I asked. "Or was that just dirty talk?"

  Amy paused in her clean up and thought for a moment. Gave it some serious consideration. Then she leaned in and kissed me again, winked before she got up off of the bed. She looked over her shoulder.

  "Wouldn't you like to know baby?"

  Well. I certainly had a lot to think about. I certainly had a hell of a lot more to add to my fantasy list. Even if this did turn out to be just dirty talk, this was going to be one hell of a deposit in the permanent spank bank.

  I got out some tissue of my own and started clean up. I was going to have to change the sheets, but it was so worth it.

  2: Torture

  A week of torture followed that night. A week where the only thought on my mind was the thought of my wife posting on that site. Was the fantasy of men looking at her and talking about all the things they'd like to do to her. I didn't know where this sudden voyeuristic streak had come from, but it had dominated my erotic imagination for some time now and finally having my wife in on that erotic imagination was making me think things. Impossible things.

  Every time I checked that site I hoped I might open up a picture and see the familiar contours of my wife's gorgeous body. A body that was every bit as sexy as any of the hotties who regularly posted. I was checking a couple of times a day now even at the risk of getting caught at work as I surreptitiously glanced at my phone.

  Only I only found endless disappointment. That and one particularly close call with my boss passing by my cubicle and looking at my screen. After that I decided it would be better to be more sneaky about glancing at that particular subforum in the relative privacy of the bathroom rather than at my desk.

  What can I say? The thought of my wife getting in on some of that fantasy action had me doing reckless things. Stupid things. Things that I never would've imagined doing in the workplace before that dirty talk drove me to distraction.

  Every once in a while I thought I would catch Amy giving me a secretive smile when she saw me pulling out my laptop, though I was careful to never pull that site up in her presence. If she caught me looking that would naturally lead to her asking exactly what I was looki
ng for. I didn't want to admit that I was desperately hoping to come across a naked picture of her. No, that would break the spell and ruin the fun if it felt like I was begging her to do it. If I was to find my wife on that page then I wanted it to be natural. I wanted it to be because it was something she wanted to try.

  Maybe I was acting like an idiot with that ridiculous logic, but there it was.

  The torture continued right up until the next Saturday morning. A morning when it seemed like I was in for torture of a completely different variety.

  "I was thinking of going to the mall today and trying on some clothes," she said.

  "Oh?" I said, not quite looking away from my computer but still giving her half of my attention.

  "Do you want to come with?"

  I didn't have to think about that. Once upon a time I would've jumped at the opportunity to go clothes shopping with my wife. Once upon a time and going "shopping" with her would mean I was guaranteed a show in the changing room. Hell, there were a couple of times back when we were still dating when I'd gotten a hell of a lot more than just a show in the changing room if you catch my meaning.

  The problem was those days were well and truly gone and in the past. It's not like the passion had gone out of our sex life, far from it, but at the same time we didn't do crazy things like that. Not anymore.

  No, we'd settled into the comfortable married routine. Sex on nights when we'd schedule it in because we were busy and who had time for spontaneity? That was one of the things that had been so surprising about that quick hand job last week. That had been decidedly out of character for Amy. That was another part of the reason why I'd grown so hopeful over the past week.

  But without the promise of a little bit of dirty fun while she was out shopping the prospect of going and looking at clothes with my wife just didn't have the same draw it once had. I knew exactly how it would go. She'd asked me about the colors of the various outfits or what I thought of something, if I thought she looked fat. Basically a bunch of questions that I had no interest in answering because even thinking about answering any of them was the married man's equivalent of walking onto a minefield.

  "I think I'll just stay here honey," I said.

  She smiled a knowing smile and disappeared upstairs. "Suit yourself," she said. "It's a pity. I was thinking of going swimsuit shopping too…"

  That almost got me away from my computer. Almost. I'd fallen into that trap before, and I wasn't going to fall for it now. No, she'd go swimsuit shopping for a little while, but it wouldn't end there. And I'd end up stuck at the mall for a couple of hours with her. She'd eventually getting tired of me following her around and ask me to go somewhere else, only "somewhere else" would only hold my interest for a few minutes because I had no plans to actually buy anything.

  Yeah, a simple trip to the mall could be fraught with peril for a married man. It was one of those minefields you didn't know existed before you said "I do."

  I did take a moment to enjoy the curve of her ass as she walked upstairs though. She was in a pair of tight fitting pajama bottoms that looked absolutely amazing as they hugged the contours of her ass. My wife had a very nice ass, and watching her sway back and forth up the stairs got me to thinking about how nice it would be to watch that ass on display for other men.

  Not that I figured there was much of a chance of that happening at this point. No, at this point I figured that had all been pure fantasy. Pure dirty talk on Amy's part to get me off in a brief and rare moment of naughtiness on her part.

  Which was a pity, but oh well.

  3: Photo Shoot

  A loud crash from upstairs told me Amy was still getting ready, which was odd. Usually she didn't take that long just for going out to the mall, but it's not like it was entirely out of the question. I smiled and shook my head as I glanced at the clock. It sounded like there was a bull in a china shop up there.

  Well, it's not like my wife taking forever to get ready to go out was anything new even if she didn't usually worry this much about getting dolled up for a trip to the mall.

  I went back to my important work playing video games on my laptop in the living room while some television program droned on in the background. It’s not like the dastardly Vorlonn Empire was going to defeat itself.

  Sure enough, five minutes later she emerged from her bedroom looking amazing which, again, was a little odd for a trip to the mall but I figured if she wanted to look nice then I was going to enjoy it. I paused my game for a moment so I could look up with an appreciative glance as she crossed the balcony hall that overlooked the living room giving me a brief glance of her outfit before she disappeared again.

  Today's outfit was a pair of short shorts and a halter top that showed off everything while revealing nothing. I felt my cock twitch as I looked at her in those shorts. From my vantage point I could see the briefest glimpse of a pair of purple panties peeking out from between her legs. That one was definitely going to go into the spank bank, though it probably wasn't going to enjoy the same prominence as the naughty session we had in front of the computer monitor last week.

  As I watched her walking past I wondered for perhaps the thousandth time why exactly it took her so long to get ready when she decided to get dolled up like this. I mean sure, I knew it could take awhile for women to get ready. That was like a law of nature or something. Mysteries of life.

  Movement and noise from the top of the stairs caught my attention and she came around the bend from the hallway looking like a model coming down the runway. My breath caught and I couldn’t help but stare with my mouth open. Damn. The closer she got the more delectable she looked.

  My wife was looking damn fine. A halter top that barely contained her magnificent tits. It didn’t look like she was wearing a bra, which almost never happened even though I loved it whenever she decided to let the girls out because it drove me wild thinking about guys staring at her. Seeing her like that almost made me want to go to the mall with her to see what sort of reactions she'd get, but I held back. She'd mostly be going to lady stores, after all, and it's not like there were many men waiting to gawk at her there.

  She brushed past me with a smile.

  “Dressing up for the mall?” I asked.

  “Oh not really,” she said with a thin secretive smile. “I just wanted to tease you with what all the guys at the mall will get to stare at while you're here at home on your computer.”

  I grunted as I imagined guys trying to catch a glimpse of her legs in those shorts. Of the curve of her ass and maybe a peek at her panties. It was hypnotizing watching her move around the house, and I had no doubt there were going to be a few guys who fell under the seductive sway of her ass or the delicious bounce of her tits.

  And she knew me so well. She knew it would be more torture imagining her like that, but it was also too late for me to change my mind. Which was also probably part of her plan, damn it. Before I could even express an interest in tagging along she was at the door, though she stopped there for a moment and I thought that might be my chance.

  It wasn't. She just paused for a moment. "Have fun with your browsing honey." And then she was gone leaving me sitting in the computer chair staring at my laptop with a very confused boner. What had that been all about?

  I was perplexed. Have fun with my browsing? She saw that I was playing a video game. She knew I didn't do any browsing when I was playing a video game.

  Then it hit me. This seemed to be a morning for me to be fabulously dense. First for not taking her up on her invitation to go shopping and now for not realizing that my wife had just been dropping me one hell of a hint. Could it possibly be? There was only one kind of browsing I could think of her encouraging me to do.

  My cock was still rock hard from Amy’s display, but if anything it got even more hard as I thought about what her hint could possibly mean. As I hoped without daring. I went back to my laptop, closed the game, and opened up my favorite subforum dedicated to sexy amateur women in various stages of
undress.

  Watching Amy had gotten me good and worked up even without those parting words. It always did. And my favorite thing to do after she got me worked up was to head over to my favorite seedy corner of the Internet and check out some of the beauties who were posting their goods even if there wasn't that not-so-subtle promise that I was going to find something out of the ordinary during my visit.

  I browsed through some of the posts looking for the familiar outlines of my wife's body, but on the laptop screen it wasn't easy to make out the thumbnails anyways. Oh well. Amy could potentially be at the mall for awhile which left me plenty of time for a leisurely stroll through all of the posts to see what was on offer.

  All of the thumbnails looked so inviting. I reached down and started stroking my cock absentmindedly through my boxers as I clicked through the first couple of posts. One girl with huge tits. Another with medium-sized tits and a nice ass. None of them were what I was looking for though. None of them were Amy. I backed out to the front page and continued scrolling.

  As I scrolled down one body in particular caught my attention. A girl wearing a halter top and a pair of shorts just like Amy’s. My breath caught just from looking at that thumbnail. It was too small to see any appreciable detail, but I had a feeling. A feeling that made my cock twitch.

  I clicked on her thread, barely daring to dream that this was what I thought it was, and yet hoping all the same. It looked like an album. Even better.

  “It’s my first time, so be gentle.”

  I smiled. I knew the girls were probably lying for points when they said things like that, but it always made my cock twitch when they said it was their first time. There was just something about that phrase. Something about the images it conjured up. Something about the innocence of a girl baring it all to the world for the first time.

  Yes, that halter top definitely looked a lot like Amy’s. Even the shorts looked familiar. It was a close-up shot of the girl on her bed without her face showing. Most of them were shy about showing their faces, and I couldn’t say I blamed them. I couldn’t say I cared either. I was seeing the interesting parts. Only this time in particular I very much wanted to see this girl's face to confirm whether or not I was looking at my lovely wife.