Hot Wife Syndrome

James sat in his office typing with a cityscape visible in the massive windows across from his desk. The sun slowly set, bringing the city to life with lights. When he was close to finishing his work, one of his friends poked his head into his office through the open door.

"Hey Jim," Hunter barked. He had a mop of wavy brown hair and a wide grin.

"It's James, asshole. I told you," he replied without looking up from his monitor.

Hunter threw a balled-up paper at him but missed. "You met the new guy yet?"

"Haven't had the pleasure."

"Hold up. I'll grab him," Hunter said disappearing back into the hall.

His other friend, Miles, came into the office and took a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk. He was tall with shiny dark skin and eyes. The women always flocked to him whenever he joined them for drinks.

"Almost done?" Miles asked.

James pressed one more button on the keyboard. "Nope, I am done."

"Nice."

A moment later, Hunter reappeared with another man in tow. He was youthful with short, cropped hair and a suit with arms that were just a hair too long for him.

"Adam, this is Jim. Sorry, I meant Jaaaames," Hunter said dragging out his name like an annoying little brother. "Adam just started today. He's taking over for Scott once he leaves."

"Who's in here calling out my name?" Scott asked sliding into the room. He had dark red hair, a few freckles, and shockingly green eyes. "Oh right, that was your mom last night." Scott mussed up Hunter's hair before sitting in the chair next to Miles. Then he put his feet up on the polished mahogany desk.

James frowned at his friend's black Pradas, but at least they were clean.

"You joining us for hoops and drinks after this, J-man?" Scott asked.

"No. My wife is making her famous pulled pork. I'm heading straight home."

"I'd be heading straight home to pull that pork too." He snatched the picture of Alessia from the desk and held it on the back of the chair, then he started humping the chair enthusiastically. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he yelled like the Kool-Aid man. Scott gave the chair a few mock-spanks as the guys all laughed. Even James chuckled.

"Let me get in on that," Hunter said joining in on the other side of the chair. It wasn't quite as funny, and the laughter started to die off. Then Hunter took the framed photo over to show Adam.

"Tell me how hard you'd fuck that perfect blondie right there."

"I... uhh..."

"This picture does not do her tits justice, trust me. They're like pa-kow, pa-kow!" Hunter formed his hands into fists and set them on his own chest as if they were boobs.

"Leave the new kid alone," Miles said grabbing the picture and setting it back on the desk. "He knows his wife is hot. Show this man some respect. Damn."

James glanced at the picture. Though her short hair and beauty-marked face looked stunning in the image, he decided his friend was right. It didn't show enough of her flawless curves and supple freckled skin.

"Awww, c'mon. James knows I'm just fucking around," Hunter said. "I mean, I'd do her if he'd let me. All day, believe that. But I wouldn't do shit behind his back. You know that don't you, man?" he asked looking to James.

"I know."

"Yeah. We'd only fuck her right in front of his face," Scott joked. Everyone broke into laughter again.

"How about you, new Jack? You want to shoot some hoops with us?"

"Uhhh, my name's Adam. Not Jack."

Scott rolled his eyes.

Although he had the same athletic build as the rest of them, he declined the invite as well. After that, James counted the minutes until they left. He just wanted to get home to Alessia and the delicious dinner waiting for him. Not to mention his dessert.

When he got home, Alessia greeted him happily in a lowcut red dress with draped shoulders. It made the perfect display for her perky breasts, outlining her cleavage like the curtains in a theater. Her hips and legs looked great too.

"You're looking particularly scrumptious," he said taking her hand and spinning her around. James felt the blood pulsing away from his brain in a rush. He squeezed her hips playfully from behind and pulled her close. Her sultry giggle made him want her even more. She squirmed against him, rubbing her heart-shaped ass on his pants.

James growled a little in her ear while poking up her sides. She smelled like fresh apples with a whisper of vanilla. It made his mouth water.

"Naughty boy," she said laughing. "We're still in the doorway!"

"Then you shouldn't be looking and smelling so good."

"I think you're just obsessed with having a hot wife who cooks for you." Alessia reached around and gave his butt a quick spank.

"Can you blame me?" He held her for a moment, breathing her in. She turned her head and leaned in closer. Then she planted a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you," she said wiping off the ruby lip print she'd left.

"I love you too."

He followed her into the kitchen and got a whiff of the pulled pork in the oven. It smelled almost as amazing as she did. "Anything I can help with?"

"Set the table. Then you can relax. You were very nearly late," she said with a bit of a threat in her tone. "So, it'll be ready in a few minutes."

"No problem," he said getting a pair of plates from the cabinet. "Four guys in my office were going on and on about you today."

"Oh? What were they saying?"

"Just how much they want you. How hard they'd take you. That sort of thing. You know, the usual."

"Maybe I should take some of them up on it." She gave him a roguish grin before peeking in the oven.

He laughed. "They made sure to let me know they wouldn't actually do it. Especially Miles. He told them to show some respect. But none of them would make a move, not unless I said it was okay."

"Too bad for them I wouldn't, even if you said it was okay. You know how particular I am about my partners."

"I do. You were such a tease when we were dating. How many guys were after you? Two, three?"

She grinned, cheeks going a little pink. "Five. I am a bit of a flirt."

"Well, I'm glad I'm the one you let catch you."

"You're just lucky I'm picky and you're perfect. Besides, it takes way too long to train you all on how to please us. It seems like most men forget all women are different and like different things."

"Most men?" James said sidling up behind her again. He kissed her neck in the spot that made her toes curl.

She moaned, bending down onto the kitchen counter and propping her ass against his pelvis. Alessia bounced on him a few times, making her full breasts sway forward and back in a smooth motion.

"Not you, my love. And from what you said, that might be true of Miles too. With a body like his, I might make an exception," she teased.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Drew isn't bad either," she went on. "I like the blond hair, blue eyed look. He's got a strong jaw too." Alessia watched him out of the corner of her eye. She knew he considered Drew his closest friend. The man had been in their wedding after all. "Weren't you planning on inviting him for dinner this weekend? Maybe he'd like a slice of my sinfully sweet strawberry pie."

"Oh, ha ha," he said sarcastically. Her dress was airy enough that he could see some of the moles on her chest. He couldn't help but to grab her boobs and start tickling.

"Heheeheh!" she squealed as he moved to her extra-sensitive armpits. She lowered her arms, making her biceps seal his fingers inside. He wriggled them as she leapt around, trying to escape the ticklish barrage. But he pressed her against the counter with his body and continued.

He moved back and forth between her pits and tits as she laughed. She spun in his grip and began grinding against him, so he knew it was turning her on. He didn't stop until the timer began to chime on the oven. Only then did he let her go and take a seat at the table.

"Actually, Drew was the only one not drooling over you today," he said picking the conversation back up where they'd left it. "He wasn't there."

"Then who was the fourth?"

"New guy named Jack... no, Adam. It was Adam."

"Oh, a new guy, eh? Is he cute?"

James shrugged. "He's young. Looks muscular."

"Sounds like just my type," Alessia taunted. She used a pair of potholders to carry a covered dish to the table. Then she set it down. "We should definitely have them all over. I could try on some of that new lingerie you got me. Really make them drool."

She made a kissy face at him as she removed the lid. Steam that smelled like smoked meat and brown sugar wafted across his face, making him salivate again. The dinner was so good, he ate in silence. But thoughts about her suggestion kept creeping into his mind. He imagined his friends' eager faces as they watched her pose in sexy outfits. The mere thought of it was enough to arouse him.

He must have looked strained because Alessia set her hand on his, looking concerned.

"You know I was only kidding, right? I wouldn't sleep with Miles or Drew."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I know that. But they don't know that."

"What's that mean?"

"It means we could have some fun with them. You know, to get back at them for always talking about you like that. Also, I..." he trailed off, feeling a little embarrassed.

"What?" she pressed, poking his ribs.

"Alright. Alright," he said chuckling. "To be honest, I... kind of liked it."

"That's what happens when you have a hot wife fetish, my love."

"I'm serious. I liked hearing how much they want you. I love knowing they can't have you and you're mine. If you really do what you suggested, I think I would actually enjoy it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Just thinking about it is getting me excited."

"I mean... it would be fun to do a little flirting. I haven't done much since we've been married. Plus, I really do have that photoshoot for my portfolio coming up. If I want to land the job with Victoria's Secret, I need to pick the right spread of lingerie."

"Then let's do it. I'll invite them all over for dinner this weekend."

"Well..." Alessia said seeming to think. "Alright. But if I end up in bed with one of them, you'll have only yourself to blame," she joked slyly.

James was so excited that the next day was a blur. He was on such a mental high, he hardly recalled asking each of the men to dinner. But he remembered the exact phrasing each of them used when they described what they'd do to her after the meal. Two of them mentioned her perfect tits while another focused on her legs. He couldn't help but grin broadly at his luck in having found his flaxen-haired goddess.

When the weekend finally arrived, all his friends gathered around the long dining room table. They were perfectly polite to his wife, offering to help serve and not staring directly at her ample cleavage (except when she wasn't looking, of course).

She looked classy and sexy as hell in her tight black dress. But the men were behaving admirably considering the horndogs they were at work. James was getting a little frustrated with their chivalry. He wanted red-faced cavemen grunting with desire for what they couldn't take from him. They needed to think they had a chance with his queen before he snapped it away.

He shared a look with Alessia who was sitting across the table from him. Somehow, she seemed to read his mind. Because a moment later she turned up the heat. She moved to get a second serving of mashed potatoes and groaned loudly, knuckling the small of her back.

"What is it?" both Hunter and Scott asked at once.

"Oh I'm just a little sore from cooking," she replied.

"I could massage your..." Scott trailed off, turning to look at James. "I took some classes." He paused and wet his lips.

James shrugged. "It's fine with me."

Scott looked as if James had just handed him the keys to his BMW. He hurried over, practically shoving Adam out of the seat next to her. He seemed too wary to go for Drew's seat on her other side.

As Scott rubbed her back, Alessia moaned provocatively. Then she lifted her legs and set her feet on Drew's lap. She rubbed her ankles together and the nude nylons made a whispering noise. Her high heels danced across his pants, making his blue eyes widen.

"Would you mind, Drew? My feet are even worse."

"I... um, sure," he said glancing to James as if for permission.

Again, James shrugged. "You can do what you'd like to my wife," he said suggestively. "As long as she enjoys it."

He loved seeing each of their expressions as he watched from the corners of his eyes. They were all glancing at each other. Some of them seemed confused while others looked thrilled or shocked. Then there was poor young Adam. He was completely bewildered.

Drew obligingly unbuckled the straps and slipped off her shoes. Then he got to work. They're astonished reactions only became more comical as Alessia moaned through the massages. Scott's face was pink with arousal, and he could actually see Drew rising beneath Alessia's roaming feet. James reveled inwardly.

"I've got to be honest with you boys," she said suddenly. Every eye was on her, watching her as if they wanted nothing more than to listen to her talk forever. But he was the only one who would actually get to. "Dinner wasn't the only reason we invited you here tonight. Was it, dear?"

The eyes turned to him and most looked ashamed. Oh yes, they were picturing her naked. If they were anything like him, she was lying on that table nude and spread in their minds. Moaning and calling their names, begging for more.

"You're absolutely correct," he replied. "We have an ulterior motive. But I really think you guys are going to like it."

Most of their mouths gaped in open astonishment. James felt the thrill burn inside him as their eyes flicked between him and his wife. They wanted it. Wanted her.

"I need a favor from you, boys," she went on. "Unfortunately, James just isn't up to the task, so I need you. All of you." Alessia looked at them each in turn as they began to shift in their chairs. Drew's hands went still on her feet. "As most of you know, I'm a model. I've been trying to get into Victoria's Secret for years."

She stood up and crossed the dining room, heading through the open living area. All his friends watched her walk, her perfectly sculpted legs peeking through slits in her lacey skirt. She'd purposefully left off her bra, so her breasts bounced spiritedly as she sauntered into the bedroom.

Alessia returned a few seconds later carrying a drop hanger full of lingerie. There were at least two dozen outfits in a variety of colors, styles, and fabrics. She stood before the table and held them up. "James just can't seem to decide which ones I should use for my portfolio. He thinks I look hot in them all. So I need a second through sixth opinion." She winked.

The guys all began speaking at once, talking over each other in an effort to offer their assistance. The new guy even stood up from his chair to show his enthusiasm for the idea. She giggled and thanked them. Then told them all to gather in the living room while she put on the first negligée. They practically fell over one another as they raced for the best seats.

They waited like kids on Christmas morning for her to stride out of the bedroom. She'd put on a new pair of heels and a white lace teddy. Pale silk stockings climbed to her thighs and were connected to the garment with garter belts. They watched her hungrily as she strolled in a circle around the room.

"What do you think?"

"Nothings beating that one," Scott said.

"Very sexy," Drew agreed.

Miles nodded. "Definitely a winner."

"Okay, thanks. Just keep this one in mind then. I'll go put on the next one. I can go in order of the color spectrum so you can keep them all straight."

They agreed eagerly, watching her heart-shaped butt pump as she stepped to the bedroom. When she came back out, it was in a cherry red leotard-like teddy that hugged her every curve. It had cut-outs that showed off her lightly muscled stomach and her under-boobs. Then came a crimson leather corset followed by one she called burnt sienna which was really just a brownish-red.

After that was a fiery orange nighty made from a few rippling strips of silk. The narrow bands only just covered her nipples, allowing them to see how impeccably round her breasts were. The outfit displayed all her glorious freckles and moles too. Something about the way it moved looked like real fire. She'd even spiked her short blond hair to give it a look of flames.

"Hot!" Scott said.

"Super hot," Hunter agreed eagerly. "That one's my favorite so far."

Alessia finished out the warm colors with a filmy dress of sunny yellow. It was so transparent that James could make out her stiff nipples peeking through the fabric. Adam's plum-colored cheeks said they'd found his favorite outfit yet. The next two were earthy and green. One was more verdant, like neon life in high def. The other was flowing like the trees in a forest.

After that, there were several negligées in various shades of blue. They really seemed to enjoy those. His friends looked at her with awe, worshipping her like some kind of water goddess. James basked in their open desperation for her. They were acting like excitable puppies, and they kept looking to him to make sure their enthusiasm was allowed. It made him feel like a king.

She moved on to a tight violet teddy with long spaghetti straps and a lacey skirt. After trapesing across the room like she was on a catwalk, she paused before Drew and took a seat on his knee. "Could you untwist this strap for me?" Alessia asked sweetly.

James frowned, feeling a stir of jealousy as his friend took hold of the strap. Drew glanced over to James and seemed to get nervous. He accidentally pulled too hard. The strap came free, and her left breast popped out.

All the men stared, taking in every scattered freckle and plump mole. Drew put his hands on her waist to try and keep the garment up, and James felt his ire rise.

"Sorry! Sorry," Drew said trying to pull the cup back over her free tit.

Alessia giggled as his hands moved over her side and under-boob. "Careful hehee! I'm super heheehee ticklish!" she cried.

"Oh?" he said digging his fingers in and raking them along her side. She fell against him laughing as he moved up to tickle her side-boobs. Her bust shuddered as he shook them in a ticklish assault.

James stood, face going red with anger. But he turned away and headed to the living room bar to hide his irritation. He poured a drink, catching her eye and giving her a look that said she was taking it a little far.

Alessia gave him her usual puppy-dog look of innocence. But she climbed off of Drew's lap slowly, then she told the men she only had one outfit left to show them.

They seemed disappointed the show was coming to an end. But they were all smiles again when she came out in the sexiest negligée yet. It was a hot pink corset with a tiny black thong and tall stripper boots. The men's jaws nearly hit the floor as they admired her. They told her it was by far the best, then they each took their turn telling her about their other favorites.

"Just wait until you all see what I have planned for you next time," she teased seductively. They thanked her for letting them help as she and James showed them out. He shut the door with a snap then regarded her with mock-anger.

"Next time?" he said swatting her butt as she rushed through the living room. "Who said there will be a next time, you naughty little flirt."

"It's not my fault you have hot wife syndrome!" she taunted.

James chased her to the bedroom, catching her in the doorway and carrying her to the bed. There he straddled her hips and pinned her arms to the mattress. Then he started tickling the fuck out of her armpits.

Once she was out of breath from laughter, he took his time unlacing her pink corset as if it really were Christmas morning. He released her freckled breasts, watching them spread into perfect fluffy cakes. Then he brushed his lips over her, sensually kissing each of her moles.