Hotwife Confessions: Five complete erotic cheating wife tales Page 9

  Our visits to Omaha grew more frequent and I never saw anything more than a hint of admiration from Kevin. Until the weekend before our wedding and I blame that completely on the alcohol.

  I won't lie, I started it. We were at Rick's apartment, drowning my near hysteria over the wedding details in a sea of vodka and cranberry juice. I was stretched out on the couch, my head in Rick's lap, listening to them reminisce about their youth. I laughed along to their stories of back yard fights and first girlfriends, of high school sports and that one missed free throw that lost a game.

  At one point in the conversation, I realized that my comfy running shorts were baggier than I thought and they were flashing a good portion of my nether regions right at Kevin. I don't know if he would have noticed on his own, but I didn't leave him much choice.

  "Kevin, who was your first?" I asked. My left leg was draped over the arm of the couch and my right foot was on the floor. I raised my left knee and let it fall again. He looked right at me for a short beat and I smiled. Again, vodka.

  "Chelsea Cox," he said and snuck a quick glimpse. Watching him sneak a peak made my thighs clinch. "She gave a hell of a blow job."

  "What about you, Rick?" Kevin said, smiling. "Who was your first?"

  "Oh, let's not talk about that," Rick replied, laughing. "That isn't a pleasant story."

  "Don't worry, Kevin. I know all about Jamie Riley," I said. "Poor Rick got taken advantage of by an older woman." I reached up and patted him on the leg.

  "Yes, it was quite traumatic," he said. "No sixteen year old should be forced to have two hour sex marathons with a student teacher. I still shutter when I think about it."

  "Bullshit!" Kevin let out a bark of a laugh. "That story made you a hero."

  I rubbed his leg, "That's my man. A legend among his peers."

  "The story about getting a blow job on my bed didn't hurt him any either."

  "Of course you told everyone," I groaned and slapped my forehead. "You asshole!"

  "Hey," he replied, raising his palms, "you don't keep a story like that to yourself."

  By this point, I was spreading my legs as far as I could without giving myself away. I was starting to get wet and I wondered if he could see it on my panties. As I grew more aroused, I found myself running my finger nails along the inside of Rick's thigh. We had a long day ahead of us but I thought I might need to keep him up late.

  "Well, I appreciate you not making a big deal out it," I said with sincerity. "I was almost afraid to look at you the next day."

  "Oh, I wasn't afraid to look at you," Kevin replied, laughing. "I saw you in a whole new perspective."

  "Okay, okay, that's enough of that," Rick said, starting to blush but smiling as he said it.

  "He started it," I said in my best pouty voice as I flashed him again.

  "Well, be done or I'll send you to bed with no dessert," he said, patting my head.

  "Ooh, dessert sounds good," I said, leaning my head back to look up at him. "I want mint chocolate chip ice cream."

  "I don't have any mint chocolate chip ice cream."

  I continued to stare at him expectantly. Then I opened my mouth, forming an O with my lips and held the pose.

  He lasted another fifteen seconds. "I think I'm gonna run to the store," Rick said, sliding out from under my head. He looked over at Kevin, "You want anything?"

  "I'm good," Kevin replied, shaking his head.

  Rick leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I'll be back in a few."

  I stayed in that position, laid out on the couch with my leg draped. I raised up once to reach for my glass and take another long swallow. When I came back down, I let my left hand fall across my midsection, fingers touching the waistband of my shorts.

  "So, Kevin, are you going to have any dessert?" My fingers twitched briefly, skimming the surface of my shorts.

  "That depends," he said, shifting slightly in the chair. "What's on the menu?"

  I chuckled, tracing a slow circle just above my pelvis. My eyes were closed, but I knew he was watching. "Do you remember the smell? I bet you do. I never did wash those sheets for you." My voice was low and slow. The alcohol had kicked in and I felt like I was moving through syrup.

  He laughed, "Guilty as charged."

  I smiled and moved my right heel away from the couch. He could see clearly now, my wet pussy pressed tight against a satin white thong. "I wonder if it smells the same. I'm not very good at judging that sort of thing." My left hand was down to the cuff of my shorts now, stroking slowly on the inside of my hip.

  "I wonder if it looks the same."

  I felt a jolt in my stomach and I inhaled deeply. My left hand dipped under the cuff of my shorts and I reached across to the right edge of my panties. "Do you think you remember well enough to compare?" I tugged just a little, lifting the seam off my skin.

  "It's a sight I will never forget."

  Kevin was moving around quite a bit in his chair, but I didn't look up. If I saw him, I thought I might chicken out. I pulled my panties to the side, stretching my legs wide and offering him a full view of my smooth pussy, now swollen and no doubt glistening in the over head light.

  "Look familiar?"

  "Hmm, slightly. But if I recall correctly, the last time I saw it, it had a couple of fingers in it.

  I smiled again. My heart was pounding while my head swam through a heavy sea of vodka. I pictured him, standing at the door, watching me suck his brother. Watching me finger myself. I pictured him getting hard, pulling his dick out and stroking himself while he watched me.

  I gasped when my fingers slid inside me. As soon as I felt it, I lost all control. I fucked myself with abandon. I had visions of putting on some slow and sultry show for him, but now I just wanted to cum. I could hear his breathing change, short and fast and I hoped he was jacking off, but I didn't want to look. Somehow, not seeing made it not real. It was just a fantasy.

  I didn't cum until after the headlights shone through the window over my head. Seeing the lights made me explode. Rick was less than twenty seconds from walking through the door but I kept going, fingers deep inside as the last wave of a gut wrenching orgasm passed. I got up immediately and walked towards Kevin, heading for the bathroom. I stopped and stuck my sopping wet fingers in his mouth just as Rick opened the door from the garage. "Who wants ice cream?" he called out from the kitchen.

  Chapter Four

  I fucked Rick's brains out that night. More so to erase the idea that I kinda sorta cheated on him than because I was horny. The problem was, I was still horny. I fucking wanted to get pounded and I felt just dirty enough to orgasm three times.

  We never spoke of that night. Kevin was a gentleman at the wedding; no off color jokes and no vulgar gestures. I gave him a grateful kiss on the cheek after the ceremony. Everyone assumed the tear on my cheek was from joy.

  On the morning of March 18, 2015 I was sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee, just enjoying a quiet moment. Rick was out the door early to make it to an onsite inspection of a new power plant they were building. My two pre-school age children were still in bed for another hour, and this was my quiet time.

  As I watched a couple of humming birds circle the feeder, my phone rang.

  "Ah, jeez, Meg, holy shit. My apartment just burned down." The words poured through the phone in a flood. It didn't even sound like Kevin. His voice was high and panicky.

  "Kevin, wait. Slow down. What happened?" I found myself walking to the window as I spoke, like I could possibly see the smoke from the other side of Omaha.

  "There was a fire in the apartment above me. Some dipshit left his candles burning or something, I don't know. But the apartment is totally trashed. I tried to call Rick, but it went straight to voice mail." His voice calmed a little as he spoke, but each word seemed to be right on the edge of panic again.

  "Oh my god! That's horrible! Are you okay?"

  "Yeah," he said, taking a deep breath. "I wasn't even home. I spent the night somewhere el
se, and I just pulled up to four fire trucks in the parking lot. Which means I didn't get anything out. Everything is gone except my phone and my wallet."

  I sat back down, "Shit. Are you still going to work today?"

  Kevin laughed, "I think they'll understand if I call in."

  "Then get over here," I said. "You can stay with us as long as you need. I'll be able to reach Rick in a couple of hours and I'll let him know."

  "Ah, Meg," he said with relief in his voice, "You're a life saver. I'll be over in a bit."

  I left Rick a message and started rearranging the kids' bedrooms. By that time, I had two little helpers who did more harm that good, but it kept them occupied. It was nearly lunch time before I heard the doorbell ring. I yelled for him to come on in, and two sets of tiny feet met him as he stepped through the door.

  "Hi Uncle Kevin!" they yelled in unison as he scooped the two girls up.

  "Hey girls! How are you?" he laughed as spun them around and sat them back down.

  I ushered them back towards the bedroom with promises of cookies with lunch if they got the rest of their toys out of the room.

  Kevin stood in front of the door, soot smeared across his forehead and a weary look on his face. As dirty as he was, I couldn't help reaching up and giving him a tight hug. He squeezed for a second and then his shoulders sagged.

  "Thank you again," he said as he stepped back. "This fucking sucks."

  I nodded. "I know. Whatever we can do to help, you know that."

  "Right now, I need a shower and a bed. After all the excitement, my body is crashing."

  "I'll grab you a pair of Rick's sweat pants. It's probably the only thing he has that will fit you."

  "Thanks again," he said, heading for the bathroom. I wiped a bit of sweaty soot from the tip of my nose.

  Chapter Five

  Dinner that evening was a somber affair.

  "Do you need any money?" Rick asked as we sat eating frozen pizza.

  Kevin shook his head, "Nah. I've got insurance. They're sending me an advance to cover me while we sort it all out. They were going to overnight it to me."

  Rick nodded. "Well, anything you need, just let me know."

  Kevin smiled, "You're giving me a place to stay. That's more than enough."

  "Any idea what you want to do next?" I asked. We could put him up as long as needed, if he didn't mind a room with pink paint and stuffed animals. Rick already had a queen size bed ordered and scheduled for delivery the next day. He would have to make due with the couch for one night.

  Kevin shrugged, "There are other apartments open in the complex, but it might be a week before I can get in one."

  "A week is no problem," I said. "Take all the time you need."

  He gave me a grateful smile and leaned back in his seat. "God, this sucks," he groaned, staring up at the ceiling. "I just want to get drunk and get laid and put this day behind me."

  Rick laughed, "I can help you out with the first, but you'll have to go elsewhere for the second. No sex in my kid's room."

  Kevin gave him a sideways glance and laughed. "Well I guess I'll just have to borrow your bed then, won't I?"

  We all laughed. "I think we had that coming," I said, looking at Rick.

  "Touché," Rick replied, lifting his glass. "Let me get you a beer."

  Chapter Six

  I am still convinced that nothing would have ever happened if I hadn't overslept the next morning.

  Rick was out the door before 5 am for another meeting at the power plant and I was supposed to be up by seven to get the girls to a doctor's appointment. But when I opened my eyes, it was five minutes til eight.

  I jumped out of bed, barking, "Shit, shit, shit," under my breath. Our pediatrician was damn near a nazi about showing up late. I stripped down and went straight to the shower. I had the water on and was about to step in when I realized there were no towels. I had taken everything to the laundry room last night to wash.

  Without thinking, I headed down the hall to get a towel from the kid's bathroom. I opened the door and ran tits first into Kevin's naked body.

  "Aagh!" was all I managed to say as I recoiled. He was standing in the middle of the bathroom, drying off. "Oh, fuck! I forgot you were here!"

  Kevin stood a moment, staring at me. He wasn't gawking, I think he was just processing. Either way he got an excellent view because I was still holding the door handle in my left hand and could only cover so much with my right.

  When I finally snapped out of my daze, I stepped behind the door to cover myself. Kevin immediately turned around, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Sorry about that," I said. "I need a towel and I completely forgot you were here." I'm sure my face was several shades of red and I was glad he looked away. I just wanted to die.

  Kevin reached for the towel closet and grabbed one for me. "No problem," he said, laughing as he turned towards me. "I guess I better start locking the door. That isn't something you think about when you live alone."

  I reached around the door and I couldn't help but notice the bulge beneath his towel. In a single moment, all the emotions and memories of that night over a decade earlier flooded my mind. My breath caught in my throat and time came to a standstill. Kevin was still two steps away, holding out the towel. In half a second he would be across the room and I would head back down the hall. All I had to do was stay where I was.

  But I didn't do that. I stepped out from behind the door and faced him. Kevin stopped, an uncertain look on his face. I took the two steps and met him in the middle of the room. Rather than take the fresh folded towel he was offering, I reached down and pulled the towel from his waist.

  "I'll take this one," I said, looking him in the eyes. "It's bigger." Before he could respond, I held the towel in front of me and slowly backed out of the room. He stood naked, a quizzical expression on his face. I smiled. "I'm late for a doctor's appointment with the girls. Gotta run."

  I closed the door behind me and sprinted down the hall and back into my room. I closed the door and fell against it, my heart beating a mile a minute. His dick was as thick as my wrist, hanging there in that semi-hard state. He was also completely shaved, which was interesting.

  I shook my head and walked to the bathroom where my shower had enveloped the room with steam. I would have to think about all that another time. Parenting duties were calling my name.

  Chapter Seven

  Kevin wasn't there for dinner that night.

  Some of his friends took him out for the evening, aiding him in his quest to get drunk and get laid. As our family sat down to stir fry chicken and macaroni and cheese, I had some decisions to make.

  First, do I tell Rick? The obvious answer was yes; Kevin was sure to bring it up at some point and Rick would expect to hear it from me first.

  Second and less obvious, how much to tell him? I felt like I could trust Kevin to keep the details to himself. So just the basics then.

  "So, we had an interesting morning," I began.

  "Oh, yeah?"

  "I walked in on your brother in the shower." I could already feel myself blushing.

  Rick furrowed his brow. "Wait, what was Kevin doing in our shower?"

  I shook my head, "No, I needed a towel from the other bathroom and I forgot he was here. I walked in on him."

  "Oh," Rick said, arching his eyebrows as he sat back in his chair. "That must have been awkward."

  "You have no idea," I said, taking a drink of water. My throat was suddenly very dry. "It's even more awkward than you think. I wasn't wearing any clothes." I suddenly found it very hard to meet his eyes.

  "You what? Hold on, I'm missing something here." Rick didn't sound angry, more like intrigued. And he had a small smile on his face, so I started over.

  "I overslept and I was running late for the doctor's appointment. I was getting in the shower when I realized we were out of towels. I was still in that daze you get when you rush out of bed and I forgot he was here. I ran down the hall to get a towel and he was ge
tting out of the shower." Harmless enough, right?

  "So, did he see you?"

  I glanced sideways. "I'm gonna guess, yes." I wanted to crawl under the table and die.

  Rick could see it on my face and he threw his head back and laughed. "You should see yourself right now." He kept laughing and I relaxed. That wasn't so bad after all.

  "What's funny?" my daughter asked through a mouthful of macaroni and cheese. Oh, the blessing of an undeveloped mind.