It had been three months since Jeff had lost nearly $2,000 at a friendly poker game. Rachel had paid the debt by performing oral sex on Matt in front of his friends. The couple had never discussed that night, but it lingered in Rachel’s mind like a shadow.
As summer rolled on, the guys took a break from poker nights, opting instead for family vacations. Rachel thought less about that fateful evening, but when Jeff mentioned that poker season was upon them again, the familiar rush of shame, regret, and humiliation surged back. Her heart sank when she learned Frank would host the next game, increasing her swirling confusion.
“When are we hosting again?” Rachel asked over breakfast as Jeff mentioned he’d be out next Thursday.
“Not sure, why?” he replied, looking up from his plate.
“How about next month?” The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted the eagerness in her tone.
“I thought you didn’t like it here,” he said, followed by, “and after last spring.”
“Yeah, I just want to get it out of the way before the holidays.” She brushed aside his second comment.
“Sounds good. I’ll offer it,” he said, seemingly indifferent.
“And Jeff, don’t lose so much money this time.”
He dropped his gaze to his toast, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. “Yeah, of course not,” he mumbled.
Rachel quickly shifted the subject, unwilling to voice the turmoil brewing inside her. They chatted mundanely about the upcoming weekend and their to-do lists for the rest of the morning.
With Jeff gone and the kids off to school, Rachel sat alone in the quiet house as memories of that last poker night crept back into her thoughts, memories she had hoped were buried. Unsure of how to cope, she texted Katie, her best friend since college and the one person she knew would never judge her.
Can you do lunch today?
Katie, who was rarely without her phone, replied almost instantly.
Hell’s yes girl. 12:30 at Lulus?
Perfect. See you there.
Feeling lighter, Rachel stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over her skin. As she stood there, her mind wandered back to that night—the shame she felt for agreeing, the anger directed at Jeff for putting her in that position, and her own conflicting emotions. Suddenly, a new sensation washed over her, igniting arousal. Her hands glided down her body, her nipples hardening, a fluttering feeling stirring in her belly. The thought of those men watching her, making her the center of attention, sent a thrill through her.
Leaning against the cool tiles, she surrendered to the desire. She spread her legs, bracing herself with one hand while the other explored her softness. The intoxicating feeling enveloped her, and she craved for it to last, but the looming PTA board meeting before lunch with Katie reminded her to hurry. With urgency, she used her fingers to part her folds, locating her clit and stroking it. The hot water intensified the sensations, propelling her closer to the edge. She closed her eyes, envisioning the men from that night watching her, and surrendered to the waves of her orgasm.
As the ripples of pleasure subsided, a smile crept across her lips, and she couldn’t help but ponder whether Jeff would find himself in another losing streak next month. But just as swiftly, she banished the thought from her mind. A flood of disgust washed over her, not only for having consented to that night but even more so for the unexpected thrill she had derived from reliving the memory in such an intimate way.
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The dim light of the cozy restaurant cast a warm glow over the small table where Rachel and Katie sat, the clinking of dishes and low hum of chatter creating a backdrop for their conversation. Rachel stared at her salad, her mind racing, while Katie leaned forward, anticipation dancing in her eyes. The aroma of garlic and roasted vegetables filled the air, but all Rachel could focus on was the weight of her secret.
“Oh my God, you did what?” Katie whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“I don’t know. It just happened so fast. And we didn’t have the money.”
“Well, here’s the real question: did you like it?” Katie’s grin suggested she would have.
“God no,” Rachel replied, but her voice wavered, and she focused on her salad, hoping Katie wouldn’t catch the lie.
“Oh, you little slut. You did!”
“Honestly, I wish it weren’t Matt. He’s a total dick. But if it had been Frank or Cole, maybe. And Katie, it was such a turn-on to have them all wanting me. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You are a slut. I knew it was in you, deep down.”
“Stop! You’re supposed to help me feel better.”
“I mean, Jeff must have wanted it too. He made the bet.”
Rachel fell silent, taking a bite of salad followed by a sip of water.
“Hey, want some wine? I think this calls for something stronger than club soda,” Katie suggested, breaking the tension.
“Definitely!”
Katie caught the server’s eye, and he hurried over to take their order for two glasses of house Cabernet Sauvignon. Once they were alone again, Katie leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “Do you know what a hot-wife is? Or cuckold?”
Rachel shook her head.
“Google it. I think Jeff is a cuckold. And you would make a perfect hot-wife. That sexy mom body of yours? Men love it.”
Rachel flushed, shaking her head and turning away.
“Don’t do that. You’re sexy as hell. If you dressed a little more provocatively, boom, you could have any guy you want.”
“Stop it. I’m not like that.”
“The hell you aren’t. I see your mind working. You’re turned on by it. Don’t deny it.”
“Okay, maybe a little. It’s such a rush to be wanted.”
“And not by your husband,” she said, her voice heavy with regret. “Ethan would never even consider the hot-wife life.”
The women paused as their server set the wine down.
After he retreated, Rachel took a breath. “Okay, here’s the truth.”
She glanced around the restaurant, observing everyone lost in their own conversations. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I want the poker game back at our house so it can happen again.”
Katie dropped her chin, peering over the top of her designer glasses. More for style than necessity. “Go on.”
“I don’t know. I feel…” She hesitated, but Katie remained silent, giving her friend time to gather her thoughts. “I feel conflicted. I’m so turned on by it, but also dirty and guilty.”
“That makes perfect sense. That’s how we’re raised to think. All these prudes,” Katie gestured to the surrounding people, “want us to believe that. But if you and Jeff agree, and you both want it, who cares?”
“I guess so. But what if someone finds out?”
“Well, those guys aren’t going to tell anyone. They’re all married.”
“True. Which is why I can’t sleep with them. I can’t be the other woman.”
“Girl, you aren’t the other woman; you’re a hot-wife.”
“Haha, funny, Katie. I am not.”
“But you will be soon.”
The women finished their lunch and wine, shifting the conversation to family and Katie’s career. Before they left, Katie added one last time, “Hot-wife and cuckold. Look it up. And most importantly, embrace it.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
The girls hugged and parted ways, Katie heading back to her powerful position as a corporate lawyer, while Rachel returned to her life as a mom and housewife.
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Poker night arrived, and Rachel could think of nothing but the guys’ conversation at Frank’s house. Was it about her and what had transpired the last time they were in her home? Did they want it to happen again?
At 8:30, Rachel tucked the kids into bed, leaving her with a rare moment to herself. She recalled Katie’s suggestion to research being a hot-wife.
She lay back on the couch, the dog’s head resting in her lap, and opened Safari on her phone, typing in “what is a hot-wife.” As she browsed various articles and blogs, a thrill coursed through her, igniting a desire that demanded action.
Rachel switched off the TV and ascended the stairs to her bedroom, intent on feeling sexy. She filled the tub with hot water, the steam curling around her as she undressed. A glass of wine would be the perfect complement to her bath.
Grabbing her robe from the back of the door, she slipped it on. She hesitated at the thought of the old man next door possibly watching her through the window, as he often did in the evenings.
With a defiant toss, she discarded the robe onto the bed. In the kitchen, she flicked on all the lights, ensuring that anyone looking would have an unobstructed view.
Rachel scanned the modest wine rack in the counter’s corner, a handcrafted oak piece from her father that held twelve bottles. Tonight, only five remained. Her gaze landed on a Te Mata Coleraine Red that Katie had gifted her, too expensive for Rachel to buy herself, so she had been saving it for a special occasion. Tonight felt like that night.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed movement and instinctively covered herself with her hands. Then she remembered why she was naked in the kitchen and resumed pouring the wine. As she turned to grab a glass, Rachel stole a glance out the window. Butterflies erupted in her stomach when she spotted Paul staring at her. She averted her eyes but made sure he had a good view while filling her glass.
With the wine poured, Rachel returned upstairs and sank into the tub overflowing with jasmine-scented bubbles. The hot water stung at first, but she knew her skin would soon acclimate.
Sipping her wine, she leaned back, letting the warmth wash away the day’s stress. After another sip, her hands glided down her body, relishing the sensation of her fingers brushing against her hardened nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips as her hand traveled lower, her eyes fluttering shut. Her thoughts danced between the fantasy of kneeling before Matt while her husband’s friends watched and Paul’s gaze through the window.
Her legs pressed against the tub’s edge as her fingers found their way to her swollen clit. The possibilities of the next poker game or Jeff’s upcoming football party filled her mind. As her pleasure built, she quickened her pace, the warm water amplifying every sensation. With her free hand, Rachel pinched her nipples between the base of her index and middle fingers.
The intensity of her orgasm swelled, and she surrendered to it, allowing her body to tense as she held her breath, finally releasing a small moan as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Although she felt better, she craved more, a deeper release that only something inside her could provide. Not wanting to leave the tub and break the mood, she decided her fingers would have to suffice for now. Next time, she promised herself to bring along her pink little friend.
She draped her legs over the tub’s edge, letting her fingers slip inside. One at first, then two, and finally three. With her other hand, she teased her clit while pleasuring herself. It wasn’t the fulfillment she truly desired, but it would do for now. Her mind raced with visions of Jeff’s friends taking turns with her, one after the other. She knew it was wrong to entertain such thoughts, yet the fantasy gripped her, pushing her toward the edge. Maybe she was a hot-wife after all.
Her other hand worked her clit with fervor. She was unprepared for the speed at which her orgasm hit, a scream escaping her as her body tensed once more. This time, she continued stimulating herself, quickly building to a third climax. Ready for it, she bit her lip and gasped, her body jerking as overwhelming pleasure consumed her.
When the waves subsided, she pulled her legs back into the tub and finished her glass of wine, savoring the taste even more now. With the water cooling and her glass empty, Rachel drained the tub and dried off. Before heading back to the kitchen for a refill, she slipped into her robe, leaving it untied to ensure her breasts were visible.
With her glass replenished, she settled onto the sofa and turned on the TV. Although Paul wouldn’t be able to see her in this room, the neighbors could, and they had college-aged sons who might appreciate the show.
