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.
