Trophy Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Read online

  I was just really surprised that it had taken this long for him to work up the courage to tell me what he wanted. What he really, really wanted. I figured it would’ve come up before we walked down the aisle and said our vows, but whatever. The fact that we were married wouldn’t make me less willing to go someplace for him as long as it didn’t involve something really crazy.

  Harry paused. Licked his lips and shook his head slightly as though he was having an internal conversation with himself and he didn’t like that conversation. I fought back the urge to laugh. He did that all the time when he was conflicted and it was so damn cute, but I wanted to get down to business.

  This might be his second honeymoon, but it was my first and I planned on making the most of it. Especially since we were staying at one of the nicest resorts in the world in the middle of paradise in the middle of the ocean.

  “You were about to tell me about your fantasy, baby?” I prodded him.

  Harry shook his head and looked at me as though he was just now realizing I was standing in front of him. I fought the urge to roll my eyes again. I reached down and started running a hand along the length of his cock. He was already rock hard.

  Oh yeah. Whatever he was about to tell me about was something that really, really turned him on. I couldn’t wait to see what this was. Probably something simple considering how buttoned up he was. Maybe he had a French maid outfit or something he’d packed away and he wanted me to try it on. Maybe he wanted to use toys or something.

  Compared to riding a fucking machine while chugging beer in the middle of a frat party while one of my sorority sisters played with my tits from behind I’m sure that playing with a few sex toys he’d smuggled into his luggage on my wedding night, or the closest thing I was going to have to a wedding night since we were on a flight over the ocean on our actual wedding night, was peanuts in comparison.

  What can I say? I was a wild child. There really was nothing he could tell me that would truly scandalize me.

  “Well I have this fantasy,” he said. “I’m not sure you’ll like it though.”

  I reached up and put a hand on his cheek. Pulled him towards me so he had to look me in the eyes. If he was going to admit to some deep and dark fantasy then you bet your ass I wasn’t going to let him get away with looking away from me.

  “It’s okay baby,” I said. “Why would you be so afraid of a fantasy?”

  Harry closed his eyes and shivered. Damn. Whatever this was it really was causing a hell of a lot of internal conflict. I started to wonder if maybe he wasn’t into one of the fantasies that I considered to be a little too much. But no, I couldn’t believe he’d pull something like that.

  “Well maybe this fantasy was something that destroyed my last marriage,” he said. “Maybe I’m afraid that if I tell you about this fantasy then it’s going to ruin our marriage before it really gets started.”

  This time I rally did roll my eyes. The urge was too great. I couldn’t help myself. Besides, I’d been so good about holding it in all this time.

  “You’re telling me that cow of a first wife didn’t want to do something sexy in the bedroom to make you happy? Now there’s a fucking surprise,” I growled.

  Not that I could be too upset. After all, that cow’s lack of willingness to deliver in the bedroom meant that I had Harry all to myself now. It was the whole reason I got to be married to the most wonderful man I’d ever met. Even without his money I would’ve fallen head over heels in love with him, though admittedly it was his money that brought him to one of those big donor dinners my senior year of college where we met and fell in love. The cheerleaders were expected to show up and provide a little bit of scenery for the nice creepy old male donors, but Harry had turned out to be the exact opposite of old or creepy.

  The lucky bastard got to live the fantasy that most of the guys at that dinner had been hoping for that night, and he got to keep living the fantasy every night since. Even if him living the cheerleader fantasy meant that a lot of my fantasy life had come to an end.

  I tried not to think about that too much.

  “Well I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think she was a little justified in being upset,” Harry said. “After all, it is pretty out there.”

  “Baby,” I said. “Would you just tell me what the hell it is that’s bothering you so much? Just get it out there. I promise I’m not going to be too upset.”

  “You promise?” he asked. He looked so sincere, so truly worried that I’d be upset about whatever it was he didn’t want to tell me, that my heart melted. This poor man. That cow of a first wife really had done a number on him that even now she was reaching out and influencing him when he was half a world away from her with a completely new woman who wanted nothing more than to make him happy.

  The bitch. It was a good thing she didn’t show up unannounced at the wedding or anything. I’d heard rumors out at the country club that she was planning on doing just that.

  I would’ve clawed her eyes out.

  I fought back the urge to form my hands into claws right now. I had to remember that I wasn’t angry with Harry. I wasn’t even upset that he’d divorced his wife. Like I said, that was a net gain for me. It just annoyed me so much to think about how she’d played head games with him for so long. Head games that led to moments like this where he was terrified to express himself and tell me how he really felt because he still had the zap on his head from what she’d said to him.

  “You can tell me everything baby,” I said. “Promise.”

  He took a deep breath. Let it out quickly. I felt the air brush past my face and smiled. He was about to let loose. He always acted like that right before he admitted something. Usually it was admitting that he’d snuck out to play fantasy football with his buddies or something even though he didn’t need to sneak out to do anything if he’d just ask.

  Yet another thing left over from when his wife was calling the shots. Well it wasn’t going to be like that anymore. There was a new sheriff in town calling the shots, and I was going to let him know that it was okay for him to let loose and be a man again.

  “The thing is I’ve always thought it was hot thinking of watching my wife,” he said.

  I blinked and grinned. Watching his wife? That was it? That was the big thing he was so afraid of? The fantasy he couldn’t admit to me was that he wanted to watch me having a little fun? That had to be the tamest thing I’d ever heard of. I couldn’t believe that he was this worked up over something that simple, and it was a testament to how much the first wife had screwed him up that he was standing here looking so terrified of my reaction.

  “Watching me? That’s it? Are you serious? I mean I don’t have any toys with me, but I’m sure there’s an adult store somewhere on this island. You can’t tell me a vacation destination this popular with newlyweds isn’t also selling something like that.”

  Harry cleared his throat. “What are you talking about Katrina?”

  “Well I mean it’s not like I’ve never put on a show for guys before. There was one time at a frat party where me and a friend got a couple of vibrators out and everyone was watching us while they…”

  “You did what?” he said, his voice suddenly husky. As though he was very interested in what I had to say.

  Meanwhile I shut right the fuck up. I couldn’t believe I’d just made a mistake like that. I’d just admitted something of my crazy past to Harry. He was going to think I was some sort of slut. That wasn’t the sort of thing this man wanted. I needed to be a good little wife and the last thing I should do is let on just how crazy I used to be!

  “That was nothing,” I said.

  “No, tell me more,” he said. He pulled me down on the bed and we fell together. He was staring at me so intensely. He licked his lips and down below I could feel his cock pressing against my leg. This was a man who was deeply and intensely turned on. Fuck!

  I bit my lip. Did I really want to go into this? If I told him one of these stories. Even one of the less
crazy stories from my time in college, then there was no doubt in my mind he’d think of me completely differently. He’d think I was crazy. He’d know how much I slutted it up back in the day. And yet for some reason the idea of telling him all that turned me on.

  “So we were at a frat party and we got a dare, and well I’ve never been one to turn down a dare. Me and a friend got up on a pool table in their basement and started making out, and one thing led to another and before I knew what was happening I was lying back with a double sided vibrator and me and Chelsea were having a little bit of fun with each other while every guy at the frat watched us,” I said.

  Harry rolled on top of me. He pawed at my tank top, pulling it up along with my bra until my tits were exposed to the air. It was cold enough in the hotel room that I felt goose bumps running up and down my body. Not to mention how turned on I was. My nipples strained for him. Begged for him. I grinned up at him as he stared down at me with the same worshipful expression he always had when he was getting a good look at my body.

  “Like what you see?”

  “Tell me more about the guys staring at you,” he growled as his hands went to work on my shorts.

  I blinked in surprise both at his urgency and because he was interested in hearing more about these guys watching me having fun with my friend. Most guys would be more interested in the girl on girl action, but it seemed that Harry was more into the idea of guys watching me get into a little bit of girl on girl fun. What the heck was going on here?

  “Well there’s not much else to say,” I said as he climbed back on top of me. Somehow while he was down there he’d managed to get his own pants off and I felt his cock pressing at my pussy. I closed my eyes and purred as I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my slit. Harry might be loaded, but that wasn’t the reason I was so interested in him. It helped, but he also had a massive cock and it was clear that he took care of himself and spent plenty of time in the gym.

  I was a very happy girl in the bedroom. Happier than I’d been with some of the college guys I’d enjoyed over the years. They were boys who didn’t have any idea what they were doing or how to treat a woman. Harry was a man who knew what he was about.

  He plunged his cock into me.

  “I don’t care if there’s not much to tell. You’re going to tell me all about it!” he growled.

  “Oh fuck!” I shouted as he started plunging in and out of me with reckless abandon. Someone really was turned on! What the fuck had brought this on?

  Whatever it was, I was going to encourage it. Even if that meant telling him more about a bunch of guys staring at me and less about one of my girl on girl college experimentations.

  3: Secrets

  Harry:

  I couldn’t believe this. I thought I was going to confess everything to my wife, and now she was confessing some of her naughtier experiences to me. Telling me all about a time she was completely naked in a frat basement with a bunch of college guys staring at her fucking one of her sorority friends.

  I was pretty sure I knew exactly who she was talking about, too. Chelsea had been at our wedding and she was one hell of a hot little number. She’d managed to pull some wealthy guy who was even older than me. It was pretty obvious exactly what she was going for when she went into that marriage.

  Not that I could fault her for looking out for number one. Hell, not that I could fault the old dude for wanting a hot piece around even if he was paying for her with his fortune.

  Yeah, the thought of her getting with another girl was pretty fucking hot, but it wasn’t nearly as hot as the idea of a bunch of college jock types getting turned on thinking about my wife. Even though she wasn’t my wife at the time. I still felt possessive towards her even in the past and it was still a fucking turn on thinking about all those guys checking her out and thinking about how much they wanted to get with her.

  I plunged in and out of her while I thought about a room full of frat guys imagining how much fun it would be if they were the ones who got to plunge their cocks in and out of my woman.

  “They were all staring intently. Their eyes were running up and down my body and it was pretty obvious all of them wanted to join in,” she said. “I’m talking a real gangbang in the fraternity basement sort of thing.”

  My head spun at her words. A gangbang in a fraternity basement. The way she tossed that out so casually made it seem like that was maybe a situation she’d found herself in before. I imagined her being surrounded by guys staring down at her and waiting for their turn to use her body and it was so fucking intense. It was enough that I was on the edge. I knew it wouldn’t be long now. I couldn’t help myself.

  Imagining my wife doing something and knowing that it had actually happened sometime in the past, even if I hadn’t been around to witness the glory that was Katrina performing, were two very different but very fucking hot things!

  “So did you fuck any of them?” I gasped. “Did you have the gangbang in the fraternity basement? Guys around you jerking off, fucking you? Filling you?”

  Katrina bit her lip. “No. It was just me and Chelsea.”

  I let out a sigh of disappointment. I’d been so close. I knew all it would take for me to go over the edge was an admission from my sweet little wife that she’d allowed men to use her like that. It was so far beyond anything I’d ever expected from her. I knew she was a partier, who wasn’t in college? I’d just never had any idea that her partying days got that wild!

  “At least it didn’t lead to a gangbang that time,” she said with an impish and oh-so-sexy grin on her face.

  Damn. There it was. That was what I needed. I let out one final growl and pushed deep inside her. She closed her eyes and it seemed that she was having one hell of a good time herself as I buried my cock as deep as it would go in that tight pussy that I loved so much and emptied my balls into her waiting body even as I thought about other guys surrounding her and doing the same thing over and over again.

  Fuck. I wasn’t sure if that was actually something that had happened or if she was just making things up to turn me on, but either way this had to be the single most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My entire body tingled from head to toe. I was covered in goose bumps. My head was woozy and lightheaded as stars danced in front of my vision and I felt like I’d had too much to drink. My skin seemed on fire all over with a heat that went so far beyond even the most intense fever I’d ever experienced.

  In short my entire body was getting in on the fun as I came buckets inside my beautiful wife, and it was all I could do to hold onto consciousness, to hold onto reality, as I emptied myself in her body and soul.

  Finally, unfortunately, it was done. I squeezed my cock one final time to let out the last drops of my load and then rolled off of her. I stared up at the suite ceiling, it had been done up in some sort of painting that depicted blue sky and clouds as though the room was open to the skies above. Amazing the level of detail they went into at places like this to make everything perfect.

  Of course it wasn’t any of those details that made this moment truly perfect. No, the thing that was making this moment truly perfect was how intense that fuck session would be. And I had to know whether or not Katrina was telling the truth or telling me something she thought I wanted to hear when she talked about gangbangs and getting with other girls in frat basements while a bunch of other guys looked on.

  “So was that true?” I asked.

  Katrina looked at me and bit her lip. She suddenly seemed unsure of herself. My cock twitched at that look. If she was unsure of herself then I figured that meant there really was a chance that every word of what she’d said was true and not just something she’d made up in the moment. Not just dirty talk to get me going.

  “What if it was true? Would you think any less of me if any of that actually happened?” she asked.

  I couldn’t believe that she’d even have to ask that question. Here this entire time I’d been worried about her reacting poorly to the revelation of my fantas
y and now it turned out she had her own secret sexy past that I couldn’t even begin to imagine and it seemed like she was afraid of revealing that to me.

  All I wanted was to know more about it. I’d fantasized about her in compromising situations. I’d thought about the sort of things she might have gotten up to at some of the wild college parties she no doubt went to since she was in with the popular group. I’d just never imagined any of those things could be true.

  I’d certainly never imagined that those things running through my mind would actually be more tame than some of the things she’d actually done. Only if it was true that she’d actually gotten it on with one of her sorority friends while a room of guys watched, and it was true that was just scratching the surface of some of the crazy things she’d done, then it seemed like I was in for a honeymoon that was filled with crazy revelations.

  “All of it is true,” she whispered. “I was so bad when I was in college, and I thought you wouldn’t want to know any of that. I thought you wanted a good girl who could be your perfect trophy wife.”

  I was stunned. I couldn’t believe that the girl who I’d thought was so sweet and innocent was anything but. All the things I’d imagined her doing in her wilder younger days came flooding back and I realized that even the stuff I was imagining was nothing compared to some of the stuff she might’ve done.

  I also realized that I still hadn’t told her my secret. She’d let loose with one hell of a whopper from her past and here I was thinking about it and not launching into my own.

  Well I suppose there was nothing for it but to share what my deep dark secret was. The reason my previous marriage ultimately fell apart, though to be perfectly honest there were reasons other than me being interested in watching my last wife with another man that led to that particular dissolution. Still, it had been a large part and it was a relief to know that Katrina might not react quite so negatively to the fantasy even if I still had a hard time believing it after living with my ex-wife’s judgment for so long.