Author's Note:
For readers that had not guessed where this story was heading from the first chapter of this series, this work of fiction explores the Hot Wife fantasy. If that piques your interest, read on (and I would encourage reading chapter 1 first) and enjoy. Other fantasies and fetishes will continue to develop as the story evolves and as Liam and Anna further explore each other's hidden desires. I did pull the initial submission of this story to make some smaller edits and try to improve the overall chapter.
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It was a warm night, the low cacophony of surrounding conversations hummed in the spring air. In contrast, Anna and Liam sat in quiet simply enjoying each other's presence. They were spending their evening on a rooftop patio of their local little Mexican restaurant.
It had been a few weeks since Anna had learned of the fantasies Liam had kept secret from her. There was something she found delightfully fun about knowing there was more to discover in her partner after a decade together. She also found great satisfaction in pulling on those loose threads, unraveling them to reveal all the truths they held. As Anna sat across the table from him, sipping her spicy margarita, she studied his face. He stared absently off in the distance lost in his own thoughts. Always the day dreamer, she thought to herself.
One of the fun parts of Liam's fantasy is that it allowed for a very easy way to continuously tease him. She'd point out a hot guy in public and ask him 'How about him?', along with a wink or a bite of the lip. She'd watch his flustered reaction as he tried to fumble out a response. When he would ask at times who she was texting she'd respond in a mischievous voice that it was James, but that no, he couldn't know about what because that was private. Then she would stretch out on the couch to rest her feet on his lap and happen to notice something growing hard in reaction. Yes, the teasing was quite fun. With each reaction she received she felt she learned just a little more about what was going on inside his head.
"I have a question for you." Anna said, breaking the silence.
Liam snapped back to reality and looked at her, "Yeah? What's that?"
"Would you rather I sit on your face or watch me playing with our new dildo?"
Liam's eyes went wide, glancing side to side to see if anyone was in earshot and causing Anna to grin. His cheeks even flushed red as he responded, "Anna! Here?!"
"Here. Tell me."
He leaned back in his chair and ran his hands through his hair. Finally, he leaned forward and, much more softly than her, said, "I don't know. It depends on the day. It may lean a little toward the dildo. I like the idea of you sharing in the mental, fantasy part of it."
Anna nodded to herself as he confirmed her guess. "Does that fantasy include the idea of cuckolding you?"
If Liam had looked surprised before then this was the face of pure shock, nearly spitting out his drink. "What has got into you, Anna?!"
"I just want you to answer my questions, no one can hear us." She found herself feeling an odd pleasure in making him squirm under her interrogation.
Liam cast his eyes around again before responding, "No, it does not... that form of fantasy has the tendency, at least in my understanding, to have levels of humiliation involved. Mockery and shaming, disrespect... no. To each their own but that isn't it for me."
"Then what is it?"
He shrugged. "I suppose it's not too different than a swinger couple. No one has quite the same stigma against swingers, as if it is normal if both couples are taking new partners. They pursue that feeling of newness, that excitement one gets when being with a new partner. No, the 'hot wife' fantasy for me is more like an extreme form of voyeurism. There is nothing that turns me on quite as much as knowing you are turned on. Of seeing you in ecstasy as your needs are filled, hearing the sounds of your pleasure. Perhaps it's those moments when we make love that I see your reactions, am part of them, that I see that as the height of what you can enjoy. I suppose through some odd transitive way that becomes the pinnacle of voyeurism that I want to watch."
Anna sat quietly as she thought about his response and he seemed content to let the silence drag on, perhaps knowing it was more of an answer than she was expecting. "That... actually makes sense in an odd way," she said. She noted his shoulders relaxing a little, clearly still harboring insecurity in saying his darker thoughts out loud and feeling relief in her response. "I want you to feel comfortable sharing anything with me. It can only lead to good things for you, I promise," she finished, winking at him.
Liam let out a loud laugh. "I think I should cheers to that," he said, raising his glass to clink against hers.
"So now you need to tell me about your obsession with having me sit on your face!"
Liam narrowed his eyes at her as she hid a smile behind her margarita. "You're trouble tonight, babe."
"Am I?!"
"Let's just leave it at: I love your ass. There is never a time where I don't want to bury my face in it," Liam replied with a grin.
Anna let out a mock sigh, "Hmmm, fine, I'll accept that for tonight... what were you thinking about earlier before I interrupted your daydreaming?"
"Our vacation," Liam responded, "Work has been stressful. I need the getaway... I can't wait for the cruise. Only a month away, now."
"I'm so excited. No cooking, as many drinks as we want, relaxing in the sun all day. I need to pull together a book list to keep me occupied!"
"Oh, definitely," he said, "All of that please."
The evening came and went with the blur of people around them as they moved through their own lives. Anna lay in bed, the light snoring beside her informing her of Liam fast asleep. She scrolled socials on her phone unable to turn off her mind and fall asleep yet. As her mind drifted and she thought of their conversation earlier in the night she changed course on her phone and opened a search on 'Hot wife'. Scrolling past a couple articles she found an Etsy listing on clothes under that tag and decided to open that up. Her feed displayed an array of clothes, jewelry, and other items with an assortment of phrases and pictures on them. Some were more basic, and others were, well, nothing short of exceedingly raunchy. As she browsed the items, she found herself getting turned on and on impulse added a couple listings to her cart and completed the check-out process. She locked her screen and laid it down, feeling she had reached a satisfactory conclusion to her evening and closed her eyes, trying to contain the giddiness she felt in anticipation of delivery as she searched for sleep.