Hotwives at Play

By Sean Geist

This book contains three hot stories of wives who like to break their wedding vows and the husbands who love to watch.

The first story finds Christian wondering why his wife is so popular at their Tennis Club and he gets to watch her beat another man on the courts and then in the bedroom.
In the second, Brett has to find entertainment for the bosses while they work out a multi-million dollar business deal. When his first choice drops out, his wife eagerly volunteers for the task.
And in the last story, a couple likes to play flirting games with strangers while on vacation. One night, the wife gets tired of playing pretend and her husband finds his life changed forever.

These stories are reprinted from Sean Geist's Medium page. They contain scenes of a sexual nature intended for mature readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sean Geist
• Release date: Mar 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215265574

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Tennis Club Hotwife

It took me a while to notice how the guys loved to play my wife. At first, I thought it was because she was a skilled player and they wanted the challenge. It turned out they loved to watch her glorious tits bounce up and down when she played them.

Don’t get me wrong, my wife is a very good player and I’m sure she would be ranked if she had the chance to pursue a career in sports as a kid. Instead, she studied hard, went to college and then got a law degree. Now she gets to humiliate men on both the tennis court and the court of law.

She makes me proud.

I don’t know how other lawyers feel, but the men at our club line up to get beat by my wife. And I’m sure that later on, they go home and bang their wives thinking about my Natalie. Some of them give me jealous looks when we run into each other. They know I’m the one who actually gets to take the smart, beautiful, buxom woman home each evening.

And I know I’m a lucky man, who’d never take her for granted. Natalie is way out of my league, be it our careers, our intelligence or our looks. She’s miles ahead of me. 

I think she finds me cute — cute and funny. I can make her laugh. And I don’t get jealous or angry over all the guys who hang around her.

I'm not a jealous man. If I were, there would be no way I could be married to a woman like Natalie. She’s beautiful and every time we go out I catch men surreptitiously leering. Not only do I not get upset, it arouses me. I love knowing men want to fuck my beautiful wife. And sometimes, when I’m masturbating, I imagine Natalie lying on her back with a burly, well-hung man pounding away between her thighs.

I never told her that, it was a dirty secret I kept to myself. I didn’t want my wife to think it meant I didn’t love her enough, or I wanted to fuck other women. It was just a little kink that got me off sometime.

That’s why I was so shocked the first time I saw Natalie actually flirting with someone.

It was one Thursday night. I was running late and was planning to meet my wife at our club’s bar around six. I didn’t show up until closer to half past seven. Natalie was sitting at the bar, and she wasn’t alone.

They were chatting, like two friends, nothing sexual. I’m sure it wasn’t the first time she’d talked to another man without me around. I watched her signal the bartender to bring two more drinks.

I got a tingle in my penis watching my wife buy another man a drink. I got to wondering how long they’d been chatting, how many drinks she’d bought. It could have been an innocent exchange, maybe Natalie was treating a client or another lawyer, maybe she was writing off the drinks as a business expense.

Then my wife placed her hand on his thigh and my whole world was turned upside down.

That gesture was not one you made with a co-worker or a client. It was an intimate move that signaled more than a casual friendship.

I thought it would anger me, to see my wife touching another man that way. It didn’t; I got hard. Here was my darkest fantasy coming to life. Without thinking too much about it, I approached my wife, taking the seat next to her.

When she saw me, she slyly moved her hand to her own thigh, thinking I didn’t notice. I let her. She kissed my cheek and introduced me to Scott. He was a lawyer who’d just joined her firm.

We spent the evening chatting, the three of us. I thought she might go back to flirting, but she didn’t.

Later at home, Natalie was insatiable. I was in bed reading, when she came in from the bathroom. She was wearing one of her sheer nighties, this one purple and no panties. It was her ‘we’re fucking tonight’ outfit.

I got instantly hard, seeing my curvaceous wife standing at the foot of the bed. I could almost smell her arousal.

What’s on your mind? she asked.

You.

My wife smiled. Good. Very good.

She rushed toward me and jumped on the bed. We tussled for a bit, rolling around, kissing, fondling. Despite being married for fifteen years, we were like two giddy teenagers, comfortable with each other, but still lusting for each other.

I slid my fingers through my wife’s pussy lips. She was wet, her moist petals opened at my touch.

She moaned as my digits penetrated her. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, while I fucked her with my other fingers.

Shit, that feels good, she said.

So do you.

I moved my head between my wife’s thighs and started eating her out. Her moans deepened and she started whispering.

While I licked my wife’s pussy, in my head, she was imagining Scott between her open legs, penetrating her pussy with his tongue, flicking her clit, lapping at her juices.

I want you inside me, Natalie said as she pulled me up.

I moved to mount my wife, pressing my achingly hard cock into her warm opening. I thrust and slid easily in.

That’s nice, my wife said. Feeling you so deep.

I held myself still, allowing my wife to enjoy the moment. I twitched my cock inside her and she giggled. I then started moving in and out, slowly at first, but as my own orgasm approached I increased my speed.

My wife closed her eyes and started moaning. I was sure she was picturing Scott, not me. And that drove me on. My muscles ached, my heart raced and sweat dripped down my face onto my wife’s chest. My emotions were torn. The thought of my wife with another man aroused me, filled me with lust and desire. With it came jealousy and angst. I needed to drive all thoughts of Scott from my wife and I was using my cock to do it.

I was