Title: Meeting a hot wife
Author: Nick Schwartz (TheFunDreams@gmail.com)
Keywords: MF, sex, hot wife, work, cheating, married
Summary: A man wishes he could meet a hot wife, one day he has
the perfect opportunity, if he can make it work.


    Dating is far harder than televisions makes it seem, at least
that’s how I always saw it.   Finding something to talk about for
an hour and a half is hard enough and being remotely interested
in them after hearing that much about them is equally hard.

    It’s one of the reasons I look for one-night stands.  It’s
also why I’m interested in women who looked for purely physical
relationships.  This desire brought me to a subreddit for
“hotwives”.  Subreddits are like a message board on a site called
Reddit, and hot wives… well they’re the greatest social concept
since the hookup.

    A hot wife is a married woman who has the permission of her
husband to fool around with other men, even having sex with them.
 That’s all the fun, with none of the relationship required. 
There are some hot wives who look to date, but from what I read a
majority of them just wanted to be with someone different.  That
was exactly what I’m willing to provide.

    Well, it’s what I’m willing to provide if I could figure out
how to meet these women.  Some women were upfront inviting
emails, but I didn’t have a clue how to contact them.  “Hello,
I’d like to have sex with you” seemed like the wrong tactic.  
Other women offered a party or a gangbang where anyone coming
could enjoy them.  A little too wild and messy for my taste.  I
followed the posts and stuck to my one-night stands.

    I always considered them an unobtainable fantasy.



    When I was at work I would browse the subreddit while in the
bathroom, or in the break room.  I loved how wild it was looking
at these women when I was getting paid to do something else.

    One day a woman posted a picture of her in a blue corset, and
nothing else claiming it’s what she was wearing under her clothes
while shopping.  I loved looking at these naughty but liberated
women.  They loved to show off their body and get guys drooling
over them.  Usually they would get a huge amount of compliments
and people hooting and hollering at them.   This image was not
the exception as there was at least 30 or 40 comments.

    I read some and then I noticed she was replying.  This was
normal, one guy was begging to know where she was shopping.  She
toyed with him, and I loved the way she was flirting, and then
she said it.

    “I will be at ____ _____ (a home improvement store) in Winter
Park at 3:00 pm.  Check the lumber aisle.”    I checked the
phone, she posted it at 2:50 pm and it was 2:58 pm.  This
wouldn’t mean anything, except I worked at that exact store.   I
wore the orange apron, I dealt with the customers, I was already
where this woman was going.

    I checked her name, hotcpl238.  Shit, I couldn’t go and ask
each woman in the store if they were a hot couple.  Maybe I’d get
away with it, but more than likely my manager would hear about
the weirdo employee propositioning people.  That wouldn’t work.

    This was the perfect chance for me to meet a hot wife and I
had no clue how to find her.  I looked at my phone as it changed
to 2:59 pm and I realized I knew what I had to do, at least the
first thing I had to do was get over that lumber aisle and see if
I could figure out which woman was wearing that sexy blue corset.
 What I’d do after that depended on how successful I was.

    As I left the bathroom I ran into a woman almost knocking her
down.  I apologized to her and she asked me to help her with some
door locks.  That was on the other side of the store from the
lumber department.  I would have loved to ditch her and run
towards the lumber department but I knew that wouldn’t be looked
upon kindly.

    The woman led me through the store, I kept looking at every
woman I could find, hoping one of them would have a sign they
were wearing a corset under their clothes.  Of course there were
no signs.  It was probably because I was looking in the wrong
aisle.  I knew where the woman would be, I just had to reach her
and get there in time.

    As we reached the locks, I tried to help the customer as best
I could.  The good news was that it wasn’t my section, the bad
news is Brian the lazy bum who ran that section was nowhere to be
seen, so I couldn’t hand her off, and continue with what I wanted
to do.

    Every question she asked was time I was spending not meeting
my destiny.  I kept trying to be helpful but I realized I was
answering as fast as I could with anything I could help her with.
  Eventually she reached the questions I didn’t have answers for.
 After getting frustrated, she asked the best question I ever
heard.  “Is there someone else who would know?”

    I almost hugged her and thanked her but instead I rushed off
claiming I would find the person who knew everything about the
aisle over my shoulder.  I started to walk through the store.  A
few people tried to get my attention but I claimed I was on a
mission, I had to find someone to help the lady looking at door
locks.  Following the normal procedure, I radioed into the
dispatch telling them that Brian had a customer who needed help,
gave them a description and continued to looking for him.

    Within minutes I had crossed the store on a mission to find
Brian.  When I reached the lumber aisle, my heart sunk. No sign
of Brian not that I expected him to be there, but even worse, no
sign of anyone else.  The aisle was empty.  I must have missed
out.  I shook my head and walked down the aisle hoping somehow
that would help.

    As I walked I noticed a woman at the far end of the aisle. 
She turned the corner and starting down the aisle.  The woman was
a brunette with a wife look in her hair cut and not a lot of
makeup on.  She was wearing a dark button-up shirt, a skirt, and
tennis shoes, so I couldn’t see if she was the woman, but there
was another clue.

    There is an easy way to tell if a customer was looking for
something or just idly walking.  This woman didn’t even look at
anything for more than a second, she never looked at a price, she
didn’t look at the signs of the aisle, and she wasn’t moving fast
enough as if she was happy to just stroll.  It might make sense
for someone to do that in a mall, but window shopping at our
store was reserved for kids whose parents were shopping.

    I would typically ignore the window shoppers unless they
needed help but seeing a woman strolling down the lumber aisle,
and I realized I didn’t need to know if this woman was wearing
the blue corset.  The fact we had an uninterested woman walking
around the lumber pile at the right time made it clear.

    I watched and thought about what I would say.  Her eyes
flashed over me and she appeared to ignore me once she realized I
was an employee.  That didn’t hurt, but it just reinforced my
guess that she wasn’t here for business.  I walked towards her
and remembered how to greet guests in the store.

    “Excuse me, Mrs.  Do you need any help finding anything?” I
tried to be as polite as possible.  I still wasn’t sure how to
approach a woman to offer sex, but I told myself I had to give
this a shot. I felt my face blushed as I talked to her.

    “Thank you, I’m fine.   I’m just looking.”

    I took my shot, I could claim to be “suave” but in reality I
know that this came out a little rough.

    “I’m sure I might be able to find something that you are
looking for in the back.”  As I said ‘something’ I ran a hand
over my cock, grabbing it without making it obvious.  Whatever
clumsy maneuver I did though seemed to have worked, she looked me
over and then slowly nodded her head.

    “Ok. Lead on.”  She raised her eyebrow and gave me a nod of
approval.

    I led her through the aisles of the store.  I didn’t want her
to take her to anywhere too public, but there wasn’t many
choices.  However I knew the assistant manager wasn’t in today. 
He had a little shithole of an office, but it was the right size
for fooling around.

    As I got to the door I checked the knob and was glad to find
it unlocked.  I opened it and stepped inside closing the blinds
and then closing the door behind her.  I realized I had no clue
what to do from this point.  Most women would expect romance but
I knew this wasn’t a date, more like a chance to fool around and
move on.

    I had trouble looking at the woman, this was worse than the
first time I was on a date.  She pretended that the posterboard
in the office was interesting enough to look at it.

    After a minute she looked over and smiled.  “I think we
should get to it, I don’t have all day.”

    The blood rushed back to my face.  I had invited her back
here but now we would do something I didn’t know what I could do.
  “I’m kind of new this hot wife thing, is there any rules?”

    She smiled at my nervousness.  “It depends on the woman, I’m
only looking to give a blow job, even though you are cute.  While
I love the innocent angle, I bet this isn’t your first time.”

    “I just… I have never been with another man’s wife.”  I
forced the words out of my throat as I removed the store’s apron
and placed it on the desk.

    “That you know of.  But don’t worry, just imagine I’m one of
those one-night stands you’ve likely had.”  I saw her look me
over now that I had removed the store’s outfit.  “You’ve probably
had quite a few.   My rules are simple, only oral, 15 minutes
max, and no cumming on my clothes.”

    “Could I see the corset?”

    She grinned.  “Oh you liked that, I bet I will get a lot of
replies wishing they were here.  I suppose I could show you
that.. Just don’t get handsy.”  She said as she removed her shirt
and dropped it onto the manager’s desk.  “I saw your name tag,
but I don’t want to use names if that’s ok.  Part of the fun of
doing this is not knowing who I am with as long as they’re
clean.”

    I nodded.  “Uh yeah, I’m clean.  My name tag.”  I hadn’t
thought about that before but if she wanted to be a stranger I
could play along.  “Oh yeah my name tag, I borrowed that from my
friend, I lost mine last night.”

    “Sure you did.  You can call me Jenny.  That’s a proper
slutty name.”  She turned around once showing off her corset and
then sunk to her knees and undid my pants.  “I hope you don’t
mind, but I have to rush a little and I want to enjoy this.”

    My eyes traced her curves in the corset, she looked perfect,
I couldn’t tell how big her breasts were but they were big enough
they almost burst out.  As I watched her sink to her knees I
broke out of my trance and grabbed and pulled off my shirt which
made her coo.  Whether it was to be polite, or an honest outburst
I didn’t know.  I tossed my shirt on the same desk as hers and
helped to remove my pants, I dropped the pants and stepped out of
them.

    “So should I just call you Hunk?” Jenny asked as her hands
rubbed over my bulge and she smiled as if she was impressed.  I’m
not exactly huge, but I’ve never heard a girl complain about the
size.  I reached to remove my boxers, but she swatted my hands
away and smiled as she slipped the boxers off with the same grin
and looked at my crotch.  “Oh a big hunk.”

    “Umm, Hank?” I stared her breasts were pressed up against my
legs as she stared at my cock and I looked down, at her body.

    Jenny shook her head laughing and looked up at me.   “No. 
Not Hank, a bit too Breaking Bad for me.  And you’re not a Hank.
How about Ryan? I’ve got a huge crush on Ryan Reynolds.”  She
looked down at my crotch again and rubbed my cock slowly with her
left hand.  I even noticed a pair of rings on her ring finger and
felt them tease the head of my prick.  “Oh Ryan.  I can’t wait to
show you what I think of you.”

    I was surprised but didn’t mind the complement.  Her hand
made me moan, and I leaned my head back though kept my eyes on
her as she stroked my cock slowly.  As I enjoyed her touch, she
leaned forward, and licked the head of my cock with her tongue,
teasing my cock.

    A smile appeared on her face and her eyes darted up, watching
me have trouble keeping myself from moaning.  “Let it out stud,
if I’m just giving you a blow job I deserve to hear how much you
are enjoying it.”  She reached out and licked the tip a second
time.

    I moaned out again and then tried to speak “I can’t wait for
you to suck my cock, Jenny.  You look so hot down there.”

    Jenny placed the head of my cock in her mouth and made a
slurping sound.  “Don’t be afraid to be nasty.  I might dress
like a lady in public, but I’m a real bad girl in the bedroom.” 
Jenny looked around and then winked at me.  “Or the office.”

    I laughed and then gave it another chance.  “In that case…
slut… suck that cock.”

    “Yes sir.  See you’re getting it.”  With that Jenny bent
forward and placed half my cock in her mouth without trying.  She
pressed more of my cock in her mouth and then pulled it back out
with a louder slurp.  As she slide my cock in and out of her
mouth, she moaned from around my cock and then looked up at me as
she pressed more of my cock into her mouth.

    I moaned out louder, but when her eyes locked with mine I was
hers.  If she wanted anything I would do it.  The look in her
eyes though told me what I needed to know,  she was enjoying
sucking my cock and wanted to see how much I loved it.

    As I looked she pressed back down on my cock and forced more
of it in her mouth as she moaned around it.  She teased me and
rubbed the bottom of my cock with her tongue as she toyed with
me, playing me like an instrument.  She sucked on my cock, and it
produced different moans depending on what she did.    For a
second I imagined a group of men moaning out for a crowd as women
sucked on their cocks.

    “Oh baby, you look so slutty down there.  I can’t wait to
shove my entire cock into your mouth.”  I blurted out looking
down at her sexy body.

    She reached up and took one of my hands and placed it on the
back of her head.  I stared, and she nodded at me with my cock
still between her lips.  Her eyes told me I could do what I
wanted.  My hand joined its brother already on her brunette hair,
and with both hands I quickly and forcefully pressed my cock into
her mouth.   Her hands went around my hips and gripped my ass as
she held the position for a few seconds before I could feel she
needed air.

    I must have pressed too hard as she coughed for a second and
regained her breath, but she looked up at me and dared me with a
single word, “Again”.  My hands were on her head a second time
and I pressed her down.

    “That’s it.  Suck my cock whore.  Take the whole thing.” 
This time she gripped my ass a little harder and moaned.  I let
her back up before too long and I could hear her moaning the
entire time she slipped my cock out of her mouth.  I felt like I
was almost ready to cum.  She smiled and teased my cock by
licking the tip.

    I stared at her.  It seemed three things happened at the same
time.  I moaned out, as I was about to tell her I was going to
cum, she kissed the tip of my cock, and the door to the office
opened.

    Standing in the door was my manager, Steve.  His mouth was
agape and his eyes wide.  I heard him try to say something, but
it only came out as a questioning sound, not that I needed to
hear anything to figure out what’s on his mind.

    I knew I was about to be fired, but before I could react,
Jenny looked over at him.

    “Could you come in and close the door, a girl needs a little
privacy?”  She gave a flirty laugh and then looked at me and gave
me a nervous shrug, she looked almost as panicked as I was, but
somehow could keep her composure.

    Steve looked at me standing naked, and then looked at Jenny
who was still rubbing my cock with her left hand, her rings still
teasing me so I couldn’t be too distracted.  He then took a step
into the office.  He closed the door, and he took the time to
lock it, a step I wish I took.

    “Now what the hell is going on here, and who are you Miss?”

    Jenny laughed playfully.  “You can call me Jenny, and can’t
you tell a couple taking a private moment?  I had to have my
man’s cock, it’s a real need, though if you forget what you’re
seeing, I’m sure we could let you watch.”   As Jenny spoke her
right hand ran over her cleavage and let out a moan as she
thoughts about it.

    Steve became as entranced with the view of Jenny on her
knees, his eyes affixed to her body, her hand continued to rub
me, and she looked up at me with a smile.  He seemed uninterested
in stopping whatever was going on in front of him.

    “Babe, you might get mad, but would it be wrong if I let our
new friend play with himself, or maybe I could even rub his cock
for him as long as that’s all I do?”  Jenny gave me a wink, and I
was a little confused but I supposed this was part of being a
hotwife?   Would she play with anyone who came by?

    I looked down at Jenny and figured, at the worst it would
mean Steve might not fire me the second he regains his senses. 
“Of course dear, if that’s what you want.  Steve, would you like
one of the best hand jobs you’ll ever get?  Jenny is an expert at
pleasing men.”  Jenny cooed as she heard my words and then placed
my cock back into her mouth.

    Steve continued to look at Jenny and then muttered.  “Uh
yeah…  Uh sure.”  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

    “Come over here stud, let me take care of that… and as for
you hun.”  Jenny looked up at me and placed me back in her mouth.
 I no longer felt the urge to orgasm, but within seconds I was
building my way back to that point.  Jenny was an expert at the
oral arts.  Even having a second man in the room, and Jenny
rubbing his cock I could feel my attention fixate on her.

    Jenny fished Steve’s cock out with her right hand and
extended her arm so when I looked down at her I barely noticed
anyone else in the room.  She kept Steve out of my eye line and
smiled as she moaned around my cock as she sunk down on it.  As
she pulled my cock out again she looked up.  “Fuck me… use me… “

    I felt awkward about using dirty names.  Somehow while
fucking her alone I could call her anything but I didn’t want
Steve to get the wrong idea about her.  In a weird way, she felt
like she was mine.  I knew she wasn’t, but I didn’t want Steve to
know she was a random slut.  That was my secret.  However my
hands went to her head, and I pressed her head down on my cock
and then pulling her back up after a second.

    “Oh Jenny, you are so hot baby.”  I tried to get back to the
same place as before, but I knew even if it wasn’t the same,
Jenny’s effort towards me hadn’t changed.  I pressed my cock into
her mouth and felt her tongue flutter on the bottom of my cock.

    She removed her hand from my cock and reached down to her
corset, pulling it down just enough for her nipples to pop out. 
She smiled up at me and continued to let me use her head.  The
entire time I could see her arm move working on Steve and heard
Steve’s grunts.

    I pressed her further down on my cock to see if she could
take it, but I also knew I was doing it as a punishment for
letting someone else join us.  Thinking about being able to
punish her worked on me, and I knew if I was rougher on her I
could easily cum.  She again grabbed my ass and forced her head
down on me a second time, holding it for a few seconds longer as
she hummed a little tune.

    After a few of this deep throats and her humming as I used
her for my anger, I started to orgasm.  I was about to pull her
head off me and warn her, but her hand on my ass gripped me and
pushed me back down her throat.  I erupted and felt her
swallowing every bit of my salty spray.   As I filled her mouth,
I could feel she sucked the cum down her throat.  As I finished
she sat back and looked up at me with a wicked smile.

    A few seconds later, she looked at Steve.  “Let’s see if we
can get you off now.  Would you mind if I made you cum into some
tissues? I don’t really know you.”

    Steve panted.  “Yeah yeah, sure… god you are sexy.”

    I sat down on the couch as I was spent.  I watched Jenny
working on Steve, as she picked up a few tissues from a box near
her.  She didn’t seem as interested in Steve but was determined
to finish him off.  There was something in her eye that was
different.  Almost like the teacher made her stay after school to
finish an assignment.

    Jenny covered the tip of his cock with the tissues and played
with his balls.  She looked up at Steve and said.  “Would you
like me to put those dirty balls in my mouth?  You’re such a
stud.”

    I don’t know if the words are what did it, or whatever Jenny
did to his balls, but two strokes later, and the tissues grew
wet.  Jenny stopped and removed the tissues from the end of his
cock, careful not to spill anything.  She then tossed the mess in
the trash.   Then with a clinical touch, Jenny grabbed a final
tissue and cleaned off the cock that was still in her hand and
released it.

    Steve realized his part of this was over and zipped up his
pants.  He moved to the door as if nothing happened.  “I need to
get back to work.”  With that he unlocked the door and left the
room, closing the door behind him.

    I looked over at Jenny and she winked at me.  “I don’t think
he’ll mention this again.  You can relax.”  She stood up and
fixed her corset.  “I have to go though,  but thank you.”  Her
shirt was in her hand and she was already buttoning it up before
I could think what to say.

    I didn’t want to sound weak, but I also wanted to ask her for
more.  This was just random sex though, so I didn’t want to ruin
whatever this was so I dressed myself without a further word.

    Jenny stopped at the door and looked back at me.  “That was
not what I was expecting, but it was fun.”  And again with that,
the door opened and closed, this time leaving me alone in the
office, standing in my pants.

    I finished dressing as soon as I could and walked to the same
door, giving the room one last look as I remembered the entire
experience and sighed, knowing I still had a couple hours left on
my shift.



    Steve didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day.  In fact he
seemed embarrassed when we saw each other.  I almost laughed.  He
caught me getting a blow job, and now he didn’t want to talk
about it.

    When I got home I thought about my encounter.  I was so
turned on I was about to jerk off as I looked for something I
could use to help me remember her.  I opened the subreddit on my
computer to see if I could find her pic again and I noticed there
was a new post by her.

    In her post hotcpl238 talked about how this was her first
shopping trip where she met someone, and her husband already
heard the story, and rewarded her.

    She talked about her trip to the store and talked about her
trip walking through the store.  She mentioned waiting and almost
leaving, but meeting a real hunk, she even said “Hi Ryan!”.  The
post went through every feeling she had, especially how turned on
she was while I walked her down the aisle.  In her mind she
wanted me to have leashed her and made her crawl.  God that was a
hot idea, I wish I could have done it.

    She said I was cute, but didn’t mention my nervousness, in
fact she talked in full detail about my cock, and size, though I
think she claimed I was a couple inches bigger, though I wasn’t
complaining.  Apparently she had an orgasm while sucking my cock
as well.  Damn I thought that was a myth.

    The post even mentioned Steve interrupting us.  She didn’t
really described him but overall I thought she was trying to make
it a lot hotter than it was.  In her version she sucked him off
too.   While I read the story I realized I was stroking my cock
and came a second time that day to the same woman.  Hearing her
talk about how I affected her made me horny.

    The final line was the best though.  “My only complaint is I
only got to taste his cock.  I didn’t have enough time to feel
that magnificent cock inside me.  My other lips were salivating
the whole time.   Maybe the next time I go out I’ll skip wearing
panties and start there.”

    I read the story again and again.  After the third time
through I noticed there was a little envelope near her name.  I
could send her a private message if I wanted.  I knew she was
married, but if she enjoyed herself, maybe I could get a second
chance with me, and maybe this time I could give her the full
attention I wish I had.