NY Hotwire Ch. 02 - The Charmer

Diary of a New York Hotwife: Chapter 2 - The Lawyer

My life in the big city certainly started off with a bang... And I had swallowed every drop. I couldn't believe what I had done. Flirted openly with another man. Kissed another man. Dropped to my knees for another man. Who was I?

Luckily my worst fears didn't come true. My boyfriend didn't leave me. In fact, he had been insatiable since that night with the trainer. Every time he came to visit, he spent countless hours on his knees worshiping my pussy--telling me how hot I was and how he loved that I was bad for him. He'd fuck me hard while whispering in my ear about how badly he wished the trainer had fucked me like this.

In some ways, it was exhilarating. In others, it was a bit tiresome. I didn't want every moment with Mike to be about the "other guy," to be about his "hot wife." I wanted it to be about how much he loved me, and how amazing I was (with a small cherry on top that I also had a wild side that he loved).

But nonetheless he was a bit relentless. I don't blame him. He had fantasized about this his entire life, and there I was making his dreams come true. Of course he'd want to relive the moment over and over again. But in some ways it was growing stale for me, and I wanted to move on with our lives to say the least.

The trainer became a distant memory for me. Sure, I'd talk to him at the gym everyone once in a while, which made me blush instantly. Or I would catch him checking out my body from across the room--certainly imagining what it would have been like to have fucked me properly. But I wasn't tempted like I was before. Been there, done that. He wasn't anything all that special in the end, and he wasn't occupying space in my head like he had before.

I began to think that maybe I wasn't cut out for this whole "hot wife" thing. Maybe I couldn't be my boyfriend's perfect slut. But all that changed when I met "him". Yes, only "him" for now. We will get to his name in a minute....

It had been a long week at the hospital. Work was stressing me out, and Mike's constant nagging about living the "hot wife" lifestyle was starting to get on my nerves. I needed to get out of the apartment; out of my life for just a bit. It was Sunday night, and my favorite team was gearing up for a rivalry game in just a few hours. I sent Casey a text asking if she wanted to meet at the bar down the street to catch the game. She said "For sure! I'll see you in a bit" and I started to get ready for the occasion.

I showered first to rinse my body and shave. I spent about thirty minutes doing my hair and getting my makeup on before I was ready to get dressed. I wasn't expecting anything to happen at the bar that night, but I still wanted to look my best. So I grabbed my green lingerie set and pulled it onto my body. I stopped at my full length mirror and liked what I saw. My perky 34 C breasts looked stunning in the green mesh material, and my smooth pussy was hugged tight by the matching thong.

I pulled on a tight pair of jean shorts and my favorite Eagles jersey. I looked ready for a tailgate. Too bad I was in New York and not Philly. I could use the company of a friendly crowd right about now. I was about to head out when my phone dinged... "Mike: Hi babe! How's it going? Are you going to be bad tonight?"

Fuck, seriously. Is that ALL you think about? I couldn't do it tonight, so I put my phone on silent and went out the door. I got to the local joint about 15 minutes before kick-off and found a spot at the bar beside a girl and her boyfriend who were also wearing Eagles gear. It felt nice to be in friendly company. We joked about New York, and the lack of good Eagles fans and debated whether our team would be victorious that night. Just then I remembered Casey... where is she? She was definitely supposed to be here by now.

I pulled out my phone--a missed call from Mike and another text (not right now) and, of course, "Casey: So sorry babe. Something came up. I'll text you later if I free up." Damn it. Really Casey, again! What could I do now? I was already out. I might as well stay. And just then my night changed for the better.

The door opened and in walked "him." A tall, handsome man walked through the crowd, smiling and waving at a few friends. He appeared strong, yet kind. And that smile could melt hearts. I turned a little so it wasn't so obvious he caught my attention, but that's when I felt it. His eyes looking me up and down. Ahhhh, how validating it felt to know he may just like what he sees.

He walked past without stopping and posted up at a table with friends a few arms lengths away. It wasn't meant to be I told myself, and turned back to the screen. My new friends, the couple, kept me entertained and even offered to buy me a drink. We cheered with every caught pass, and boo'd with every defensive stop. Until, it happened. I felt a body squeeze next to me, gently but firmly.

It was "him."

Him: Excuse me... Do you mind if I reach past to just order a few drinks?

Kim: Umm not at all, come on in.

FUCK, really "come on in." What was that?

Him: You an Eagles fan?

Kim: How could you tell?

Him: Well the jersey certainly gives it away.

His hand grazed my shoulder has he brushed the jersey lightly to emphasize his comments. I could have melted in that moment. I looked up to catch his eyes... Looking at me like I was the only girl in the room.

Him: Are you here with friends?

Kim: Actually my friend appears to have stood me up.

Him: Well then looks like you'll have to join my table and make some new friends. I'm Joe.

Kim: Nice to meet you. I'm Kim.

He signaled for me to follow him and I did just that. We spent the next two hours watching the game, joking with friends, and talking about work and our pre-NY lives. He was an intern at a high-powered hedge fund, but deep down inside he was a nature lover who traveled the world hiking the best trails and mountains. His stories about his travels were fascinating... Almost like the stories from a magazine.

As the time on the game clock ran out, I wasn't ready to leave his side. He invited me back to his place, and I accepted. As he helped me into the cab, a sobering reality hit me hard. Shit, what about Mike? I mean, he wants me to hook up with other people. But this felt like something more than a hook up. I might actually like this guy. Like really "like" him. Romantically, not just sexually. Is that okay? Or is that a step too far? Is that cheating?

Fuck, you got to be kidding me. Now my conscious steps in. Right as I was ready to spread my legs for this gorgeous man. I mean, I'm already in the cab, we might as well see where this lands.

The whole ride to his apartment, he was the perfect gentleman. Flirty and lightly touchy, but he never tried to take a step beyond initial acquaintances. God for some reason, that made me want him more.

We arrived at his building. It was nice, certainly fancier then mine. He even had a doorman. As he pushed the elevator button to the 11th floor, I held my breath. What was I doing? What I was I going to do? My heart was telling me to go with it, but my mind was worried about Mike.

As soon as we stepped through the door, I was sure he was going to try to take me. But no, he stopped and politely showed me around. The kitchen was clean, the living room was sophisticated, there were two doors to the side--one to his room and one to his roommate's. But he didn't bring me to his room. Nope, the damn gentleman brought me out to the balcony to see the view of New York from his world. He poured me a glass of wine and we sat on the balcony just talking. Talking about life before New York. About life now. And about what life could be in the future.

And that's when it came out:

Joe: So how is a girl like you still single?

Kim: Well that's the thing... I'm not. But it's complicated.

Joe: Oh I see. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have invited you here.

Kim: No, no it's okay. We've been together a long time, but we are doing long distance and... He's giving me space to be my own person here.

Joe: Got it. Well I wouldn't want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable or to jeopardize what you have with him.

You mean like bend me over the rail of this balcony and fuck me in front of all of New York? Probably best to keep that one in my head.

Kim: You won't. I'll let you know if you go to far.

I laid down on the couch and put my head on his leg. He reached down and began to massage my scalp. His fingers felt amazing through my hair, I could only image what they would feel like inside me.

I started to get cold and suggested we head inside. His roommate was watching Netflix, so we went to his room and laid down on his bed. I was too afraid to make a move, but having his body close to me felt nice. We talked more about our hopes and dreams, and inched closer by the minute. Our noses touched and rubbed up and down slowly. The tension was killing me. I needed to kiss him... But something was stopping me. And he didn't push it because he wanted to respect my boundaries. What a fucking turn on.

That's when I realized the time... 3am. Best I head home. I thanked him for an amazing evening and gave him my number. He walked me to the door. One last chance to kiss, but no I couldn't do it. Not yet at least. As I took the elevator to the ground floor I felt embarrassed. What the hell? He must think I am a freak, or a tease. Who goes to a guy's apartment for hours without doing anything?

I got in a cab a took out my phone and saw the texts...

Mike: Babe, everything okay?

Mike: Are you mad at me?

Mike: I haven't heard from you tonight, is everything alright?

Mike: I hope everything is okay. I am heading to bed. I love you. Text me any time.

I sighed... I can't explain this one. So I responded...

Kim: Sorry babe. My phone died. I was just out watching the game. I'm home now. Love you.

Why didn't you tell him about Joe? You told him about Chris? I don't know. Somehow this boy felt different. And I wasn't ready to tell him. I fell asleep that now thinking of Joe. Imagining if we had just broken the barrier and kissed...

About a week went by. Mike visited on the weekend, and I was still so damn horny from the attention I received from Joe. The minute Mike walked into the apartment, I spread my legs and pushed him to his knees. I needed to cum... badly. He smiled at me slyly, "What's got into you?" I responded cleverly, "Nothing yet... That's the problem."

Mike dove in, teasing my clit with his tongue and just barely grazing the dampness between my legs with his thumb. He could feel how wet I was and knew how badly I needed this. He pushed his thumb inside slowly and curled up to tease the roof of my pussy, putting the lightest pressure on my G Spot. My mind raced back and forth between my amazingly handsome Mike between my legs at that moment, and Joe rubbing his goddamn nose against mine in bed. Try as I might, Joe was still lingering. The tension built rapidly until my legs clamped down hard on Mike's head and I started to shake in orgasm.

Mike immediately wanted to get on top of me, but I was feeling a little naughty so I pushed him back and got on my hands and knees, presenting my pussy delicately to him. He got up behind me and placed his hands on my hips. He entered me slowly from behind and started to rhythmically build speed and pressure.

I liked this position tonight because I didn't feel as bad letting my mind wander. I didn't have to look him in the eyes while I imagined Joe fucking me hard. Though I'm sure he wouldn't mind. That visual was enough, however, to push me over the edge and I came once again on Mike's cock. It only took Mike about two more strokes before he released himself, flooding me with his cum.

We both collapsed to the bed and kissed gently. After a few minutes, Mike wanted to talk:

Mike: Babe, I'm sorry I've been so focused on the fantasy lately. If I could control it, you know I would. But for some reason, it's something I really want.

Kim: It's okay babe. It's just sometimes it makes me feel like your are more interested in the fantasy then you are in me. Or that it's some sort of test to see if I am wife material, and you will leave me if I mess up.

Mike: Babe! I will never leave you. You know that. And it's not a test. I love it because of the pleasure you get. I love it because it is all about you. I love it because I love you. Nothing more, nothing less. If you decide you don't want to do it ever again, I'd understand and I can try to move past it. But just know I support if you want to try.

Kim: Well tell me babe, what exactly do you get out of it?

Mike: I've always had these cravings, and I have always felt so ashamed of them and pushed them out of my mind. You even entertaining the idea has helped to relieve that stress so much, and has helped me to feel better about myself and to feel proud of who I am--instead of ashamed. So thank you for trying at least that one time, and I will try my best not to push it.

Kim: Okay, and I'll let you know if anything changes. Love you.

Mike: Love you too!

Mike left that day to head back to D. C. I felt better about our little fantasy, but still not sure if I wanted to act on it. Joe and I talked a bit by text over the next few days but nothing crazy. On Wednesday he let me know he was going to trivia later that night and he'd love for me to join. I thought to myself, "Why not Kim? What's the worst thing that could happen at Trivia? There will be so many people there, there's no way you mess this up."

I arrived at Trivia that night in a cute button down shirt with a white tank top underneath. I was wearing Jeans and a black pair of boots that made me a few inches taller, something I thought my catch Joe's eye. As I walked into the bar, it was like something out of a movie. His eyes caught mine, and I started to melt. Damn he was handsome, and I hadn't even had a drink yet.

The next few hours flew by. We chatted and flirted between rounds. We gave each other eyes, and on occasion even leaned in close to whisper to each other. The sexual tension was so thick that there was no doubt his friends noticed, but they didn't say anything. Two more questions and the night was over, and I was dreading what could happen next.

Ding Ding Ding... The final round ended and we pulled out a last second victory! I jumped up and cheered and threw my arms around Joe. My breasts pressed hard against his firm chest and I instantly grew wet. Fuck I wanted him, but I shouldn't do it without talking to Mike.

The gentleman walked me outside and hailed a cab. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I had an amazing night. I'd love to see you again soon." I nodded nervously and said, "I'd like that." As the cab pulled up, I turned to ride off into the night, but something stopped me. I gave the driver the "1-Minute" sign and turned back around, wrapped my arms around Joe's strong neck, and kissed him deeply. His tongue pushed into my mouth and we began to make out right there in the street where anyone could see us. His hands pulled me in close not wanting to let me go, but I pulled away, said, "Goodnight," and hopped into the cab leaving him wanting more.

God I was a tease, but it felt incredible. I got back to the apartment and pulled out my phone to text Mike:

Kim: Babe, I was bad tonight.

Mike: Oh tell me what happened.

Kim: I met this guy, Joe, a few days ago and we've been flirting. He asked me to trivia tonight and I decided to go. Let's just say at the end of the night I kissed him before hopping in the cab.

Mike: That's it! Babe, you should have fucked him.

Kim: Don't push me... Just be happy you got what you did.

Mike: Okay I'm happy, but next time... You have my permission to do more.

Kim: Thanks, love. But now I am tired and need to sleep. Love you!

Mike: Love you, too! My beautiful hot wife.

I put down the phone, but I couldn't sleep. I pulled out my vibrator and let it wander down to my clit. I needed relief, and tonight I needed to think about Joe. It didn't take long before the deep vibrations brought me to the edge, as I imagined that beautiful man ravaging my wanting body. I fell asleep satisfied, but somehow wanting more.

Friday rolled around quickly and I had finished up work a little late. I got back to the apartment and had a quick bite to eat when I sent Mike a text:

Kim: Hey babe, what are you up to?

Mike: Thinking about that new guy licking your pussy...

Kim: Babe, that's rude. And it's not going to happen, so don't get my hopes up.

Mike: Oh yeah? I bet if you invited him over right now, he'd drop everything to make you cum.

Kim: I doubt it.

Mike: Let's make a bet. If you text him to come over and he does, you have to let him cum. If he doesn't come, I will drop this whole thing.

Kim: Okay deal.

...

Kim: Hey Joe, what are you up to tonight?

Joe: Not much, just heading home from work. How about you?

...

I sent Mike the text and asked, now what?

Mike: Text him this "I've been thinking about you, and was wondering if you might want to come to my place to continue where we left off?"

Kim: I can't do that!

Mike: Yes you can, now do it.

...

Kim: I've been thinking about you, and was wondering if you might want to come to my place to continue where we left off?

Joe: Text me the address and I will be there.

...

I sent him the address and nervously texted Mike, "He's coming. Ahhhh I need to go get ready!"

Mike called and we talked through the boundaries--there were none physically, but he wanted me to check in when he left to make sure I was okay.

I heard the knock on the door and grew nervous. Fuck he's here.

I opened the door and Joe wasted no time. He pushed me against the wall and started to kiss me--pulling at my clothes like a man possessed. I felt the heat growing in my body and I wrapped my legs around him while he carried me to bed.

He quickly pulled my shirt off, kissing my neck and exposed breasts around my bra. I pulled his shirt off too and was very pleasantly surprised to see he had abs. Within seconds he had pulled my pants down and pushed my on the bed. I opened my legs for him in a very sexy way and that's when it hit me... This was the first man to see my pussy since I started dating Mike.

But those thoughts didn't last too long, as Joe looked at me hungrily and got between my legs. I was soaking wet and needed relief. Luckily, he knew just what to do. He gently kissed my pussy though my thong and teased me with his fingers. When he felt I was ready, he wrapped his fingers in my thong and pulled it to the side, exposing my wet lips to his. He bit and teased until I was bucking my hips into his mouth begging him to help me cum through my motion.

He obliged, and sank his tongue into my clit. His fingers slowly eased inside, and pressed gently against the roof of my opening. God the teasing felt incredible. His tongue darted back and forth along my clit quicker and I knew he had me. The tension was building quickly and I began to shutter as moans filled the room. He was making cum. Not just cum, but shake. I had never orgasmed with another man besides Mike in my life, and here I was on my back utterly shaking for another man and practically screaming in delight.

That's when it hit me... Mike had never made me cum this hard. Holy shit how was he going to feel hearing about how he made me moan and shake. There was nothing I could do about it now, and a few minutes later it happened again. Joe was making me feel like a queen and was making me cum like a pornstar. I was lost in absolute bliss.

After one more orgasm, Joe came up to lay next to me. My hand went down to his hard cock and stroked him slowly while we kissed. I looked him in the eyes and felt not just sexually satisfied, but almost a bit of love. That moment was very sobering. Fuck - I love Mike, not Joe. I can't love Joe. I won't love Joe. And so I looked for an escape plan.

We kissed for a few more minutes and I explained I wasn't ready for anything more in that moment. I thanked him for such a wonderful night, and kissed him slowly and deeply at the door. I promised to make it up to him some time soon. As the door clicked behind him, I sank into my bed feeling so satisfied but so scared that I had pushed it too far.

I called Mike for reassurance...

Mike: Oh my god, babe! That was incredible. How did it feel?

Kim: It felt really good.

I told him all the dirty details...

Kim: I've definitely cum like that for you before.

Mike: I don't know... But babe you just came for another man! How incredible!!

Kim: Really, cause I feel a little dirty and like a tease for not giving him more.

Mike: Well you aren't a tease babe. You are my amazing hot wife, and I am proud of you.

Kim: Thanks babe. I'm tired, maybe we can talk about it more in the morning.

Mike: Sure, but just know I love you.

Kim: I love you too.

...

I fell asleep that night incredibly satisfied physically, but incredibly torn. Could this really be a good thing for us? Could this really be a way of life? Could I really love more than one man at the same time? Could Mike really accept that reality? I wanted more. I craved it. But it also scared me. I was now officially a "hot wife," but the question was whether it should remain that way....

XOXO

Kim