Hotwife, Happy Life Pt. 03

Veronica is 24, a grad student wrapping up her MBA, and has been with Rick for almost four years. Rick is one of the founding members of their company and 'the old man' of the group at 28. She was Rick's sister's best friend growing up, so they've known each other forever. Years later she was working the Starbucks drive through when he picked up a coffee one morning and she wrote her number on his receipt, "he's the smartest guy I ever met and I ALWAYS had a crush on him."

Rick returned with three drinks, smiling as he dropped them on the table and offering me the extra. Getting a better look at him, he looked strangely handsome. He had a really nice smile, but looked otherwise unkept. I glanced at the kitchen to see Steve high-fiving a couple of the guys, so I guessed another drink wouldn't be the end of the world. We all sunk in to get to know each other further. I found out that Rick didn't notice her number on the receipt and almost threw it away. It was wadded up in his cupholder when his girlfriend at the time found it and confronted him a few days later.

"She freaked out and all I could think about was, why in the hell is Veronica Myers giving me her phone number?" he laughed.

"He's not just the smartest person I know, he's also a fucking idiot," Veronica chuckled.

They were a fantastic couple and we hit it off immediately. I couldn't believe just how well they worked together. Yes, she looked perfect and yes, he was nerdy, but once they started interacting with each other they fit together amazingly well. Married less than 6 months and they talked like a couple who's been together for decades. I guess, in a way, they had been. They were both sharp and funny. They both were incredibly down to earth and if it weren't for the flashy jewelry, designer clothing, and the occasional mention of insanely expensive dinners, I'd think they were regular folks just starting their lives together.

We talked for a while before Jeff interrupted, "Jenny, I think you need to get your husband."

I excuse myself and Jeff leads me to the sitting room in the front of the house where Steve is slumped over in a chair, snoring loudly and drooling on his shirt. Annoyed, I thank Jeff and attempt to gather up my husband. As I'm picking him up off the chair, Rick and Veronica are there standing in the foyer. Rick rushed over and helped me shake Steve onto his feet where his blank face begins to open up and he starts slurring through some bad dad jokes. Steve quickly returned to our dimension, shuffling past them and straight out the front door. I thanked Rick and gave Veronica a hug before making my way to the car.

Weeks went by after Steve's massive hangover caused him to swear off drinking again when he came home to tell me we had plans for the weekend. Jeff was having people over and we were going to their party on Saturday night. I objected at first, but he assured me that there'd be no millionaire lushes or shots of any kind.

We were the first to arrive and as the guys sat with beers on the couch, I helped Julie put the finishing touches on her charcuterie board as we talked. She lamented that New Year's got completely out of control and all of the tech guys didn't leave until after 5am! I was floored. I happened to mention meeting Rick and Veronica, noting how much different they were than the rest of that group.

"Oh my god, I fucking LOVE them! They're so sweet! They were actually supposed to come tonight, but couldn't."

"Yeah, they didn't seem to be quite as shallow as the others."

"Not at all. That's why I told Jeff to invite them. They're great. And Veronica is prettier than any of those gold diggers and she's an ass kicker too!"

"That's the perception that I got. They both fit so well despite looking a little odd together."

"I thought that at first too, but Rick's a real stud. You should see him when she cleans him up. If it wasn't for Veronica, he'd live at the office looking like a caveman staring at the computer screen."

"I guess I did notice he's got a nice smile."

"And abs."

"Oh?" I say as we giggle.

"Yeah, I stalked her Instagram. He's almost as pretty as she is if he tries a little."

"I guess I could see that. She said she had a crush on him since middle school so it makes sense."

"Damn, you really got into it?" Julie laughs.

We poured glasses of wine as the guests starting arriving. The house buzzed with clanking glasses and cracking beers as the girls laughed and the men yelled at the TV. Six couples in all provided a great balance, picking up right where we left off early on New Year's Eve. After an hour or so the doorbell rang and Julie disappeared around the corner to investigate, returning in an instant beaming with non-other than Veronica and Rick in tow.

"They made it!"

I couldn't help but notice just how different they looked as they split into our gender segregated groups. Veronica was just as beautiful as before, but not sparkling quite as much and couldn't have had a drop of makeup on. Her jet-black hair was perfect as it brushed her shoulders and her striped blouse with jeans was quite 'average.' Veronica looked different, but Rick was almost unrecognizable. Some goofy cartoon t-shirt, jeans, clean shaven, short hair, and without his glasses. Julie noticed me noticing and leaned into my ear, "see, told ya."

Aside from questionable wardrobe choices, Julie was right, he was downright handsome. Tall, lean, and now clean cut. I watched as he sat with the guys, diagonally from my very animated husband. Veronica settled into the conversation right next to me. Before I knew it, we were having our own side conversation that never totally subsided for the rest of the night. By the time the game was over and everyone started filtering out, they were the only ones left. With the drinks flowing the ideas followed suit and Veronica, Julie, and I started making plans for us three couples to hang out again.

Steve and I shared the gossip of the evening on the way home and discussed the new couple in the group. Like with Veronica, Steve felt an immediate comfort with Rick. It helped that they're both software engineers, though as Steve put it, "I'm good enough to fix shit other people fuck up, but Rick's a fucking god."

"He's an idea guy who's also able to write it all himself. Quite impressive. It's no wonder he's doing so well."

The next day my phone buzzed as we were pulling in to my mom's driveway to pick up the kids. It was Julie in a group text with a number I didn't recognize, which turned out to be Veronica. Julie was making plans for the next weekend which was great timing as I could ask my mom to watch the kids again since I was already here. Steve said it sounded like fun so we made plans to meet at Rick and Veronica's, then go bar hopping together.

The day came and we pulled up to a giant gate, bigger than the one in the front of our neighborhood. Steve plugged in the code Veronica had given me and we ventured through the heavily wooded property, down the long winding driveway that opened to a massive lawn and what could only be a celebrity's house, right on what I found out was a private lake. We were both a little uneasy as we drove up, but seeing Jeff and Julie's car in front of the door gave us comfort. We skipped to the massive front door and rang the bell.

Veronica greeted us and led us through what had to be a 15,000 square foot mansion. Near the back, Rick, Jeff and Julie were sitting on the biggest sectional I've ever seen, probably able to seat 30, comfortably. The room was immense, bigger than any five rooms of our house put together. The two-story wall of glass that led to the outside glimmered with the moonlight bouncing off the lake. I was in awe as Veronica offered us a drink and snuck off to the kitchen, which looked ready to set up a catering business in. Everything began normalizing as we all sat and chatted.

When it came time to leave, normal was once again off the table. A giant, fully stocked limo took us out on the town. Nobody was allowed to pay for anything as Rick picked up the tab everywhere we went. First bar was a dive, second bar was a little more of a step up, and the third bar was pretty trendy. I couldn't help but notice the pattern and joked with Steve that our next stop was some private yacht or something. As it turns out, it was just the biggest club in town and we had a private, VIP suit all to ourselves. Like New Years, we had private servers, but unlike that night it was truly private. It was a long, narrow luxury box with a bar up front, couches in the middle, and a little dance floor with big glass windows that overlooked the entire club.

We stood around and talked as a group for a bit, until Veronica pulled a noticeably drunk Julie out onto the dance floor. I followed close behind and we all began dancing together as the music seemed to grow louder. It took me a second to realize it, but the music did indeed get louder. The lights also dimmed and colored lasers traced the room. I made a face at Veronica who leaned in and confirmed, "they crank it up in here when people start dancing."

Dancing and swirling around I almost lost myself in the moment until I noticed Julie and Veronica dancing very suggestively. They were grinding together, not fully sensual, but still as if there was a sexual energy forming between them. I'd never seen this side of Julie before. She had a mouth on her, but she never sexualized herself in any way. She looked like a little uptight and prissy, always put together, but never sexy. Not that she wasn't attractive, she was quite pretty -- tall, thin, great makeup, and her shoulder length brown hair always remained perfectly highlighted. This moment was the first time in years of friendship that I had seen her loosen up in this way.

They both laughed and Julie pushed Veronica's shoulders, breaking apart from their tangled legs just as I moved in. Veronica nearly ran into me as she spun around, huge grin still on her face. She immediately brought me in just as she had with Julie and we grinded against each other. I honestly started getting hot despite the vibe not being at that level. In just a few seconds, Julie was back and sandwiched Veronica into me. We all giggled and danced playfully to the point where something in me changed. I'd never been attracted to women before, but I found myself really worked up. The smiles slowly moved from our faces as our faces grew closer and hands began moving more freely. Waists, hips, thighs, and ass.

I can't be sure if it was Julie or Veronica that started it, but next thing I know, Veronica turned to face Julie and they started kissing. My hands rubbed up the front of Veronica and began pawing at her braless tits through her silky blouse. I was soaking myself as Julie broke free from Veronica and stepped back, sinking away off the dance floor. My hands continued to roam Veronica's tight youthful body until I found myself nibbling on her ear and licking her neck. I couldn't believe what I was doing and I nearly got lost in the moment. When I felt her hand come back between us and squeeze my wetness through my jeans, I snapped out of it and looked to Julie sitting just off the floor sipping her drink, staring at us. The entire event couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes.

Veronica had to feel me backing off as she slipped away, spinning herself around and dancing with her eyes closed as if nothing just happened. I stepped off the floor and plopped down next to Julie.

"So... that was something," I lament.

"Yeah. It almost was REALLY something."

"No, I don't think so. I think she's just drunk and flirty."

"I'm not sure about that. One of those girls was talking at our party about how they all like to go out and have big orgies and stuff."

"No way! Did she mean like Rick and Veronica too?"

"I didn't think so, but now I'm wondering. She really kinda sucked me in out there."

"Me too! All of a sudden, I was like, 'what am I a lesbian?' Next thing I know I'm licking her fucking neck."

We sat there, questioning our sexuality, watching Veronica twirl herself around and wondering exactly what happened. Several minutes passed before Veronica spun herself off the floor and approached us, big grin on her face.

"You two need drinks! Let's get some and see what the boys are doing."

As we crossed the room and hit the four steps up to the main lounge, the lights brightened, music softened, and lasers shut off. We made it to the bar area where the guys were laughing over some cigars, seemingly oblivious to the little show we just put on. Veronica grabbed us some vodka Red Bulls and we stood behind the guys at the bar. Julie continued looking uncomfortable and my mind raced with how attracted I had now become to Veronica. She was completely aloof as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred and I guess, in her world, this was just totally normal.

The conversation quickly died out and Julie excused herself to the restroom. Veronica waited until Julie walked away before leaning in to make sure everything was ok.

"Is she ok? She's acting weird."

"I think you just caught her off guard on the dance floor."

"I was afraid of that. I kissed her and she sort of kissed me back, but not really."

"Yeah, she was NOT ready," I laughed. "I've never known of her to act sexually or anything like that. She's always a little prudish when it comes to sex."

"Oh, but you're not, right?"

I laugh, "not like her! But I'm not going to lie, I don't think I was ready for all that either."

She laughs, throwing her head back and grabbing my knee, "well, you sure fooled me!"

Nothing more came of that night, though Steve was very surprised to hear all the guys missed the show on the dance floor and I continued having thoughts about Veronica. Eventually I confessed my growing infatuation with her to Steve, who was excited to explore my thoughts in the bedroom. I didn't think I was quite there with it. She was just sexy, but sex with another woman? I'm not sure I could bring myself to do it. Steve helped me explore this new wrinkle in my sexuality while we watched some lesbian porn with Veronica look-alikes and he did his best to touch me like a woman. We tried and tried, but it never really satisfied me. Licking me down only went so far because I could feel his beard or his strong rough hands on my body. The frustration was mutual and only served to fuel what was now 'our' fantasy of me with another woman.

Over the course of several weeks, we kept trying and nothing really worked. We went to the sex shop and searched for something that could bridge that gap, but nothing fit. There's just not a sex toy we could find that could mimic what I perceived as the touch of a woman. Our sex was otherwise good, but we both wanted more. It certainly didn't help that throughout all of this Veronica and I were texting regularly. She was quickly becoming a good friend, despite the age and lifestyle differences. Then randomly, one evening after the kids were in bed, Steve fessed up to working behind the scenes.

"So, I've been researching."

"Researching what?"

"Well... it started off with 'how to have sex like a lesbian' and I've ended up at swinger's clubs."

"Swinger clubs?"

"Yeah. Looking for ways to hook you up with other women, but came up short. Did learn some other things as well. Apparently, there's a big community of people like us. You're a hotwife."

"Hot wife? What are you posting pictures of me?"

Steve laughed and went on to explain to me exactly what a hotwife is and how it's different than a cuckhold relationship. He also went on to explain that finding guys is easy (duh), but finding a 'unicorn' to be with her was going to be difficult.

"About the best I could find is that sometimes couples go to swinger's clubs and women get together, with and without their husbands."

I tried to be open-minded, but the thought of going to some sleezy club and fucking strangers did not appeal to me. Of course, I've had one-night stands and nobody is going to forget Aaron, but it felt different to go somewhere specifically with the intent on fucking random people. We talked about it for a while and while Steve seemed into it, he agreed not to push things since I wasn't comfortable.

As the days passed, I found myself more and more intrigued by the idea. I started thinking about going to the club, meeting someone, and expanding my horizons. It still felt gross, but I would be in control of the situation. Worst case scenario we'd go, it'd be gross, and we'd leave. Within a couple of weeks, I had convinced myself, and Steve, that it might be worth a shot.

Steve continued researching and I found myself growing nervous at the thought. I wanted to talk to someone, but no way did I want to share any of this with my close friends. One Sunday night it dawned on me that the answer was texting with me every day. Veronica. She started all of this and she made it seem so normal and casual. Plus, even if her and Rick weren't doing things like this, they were friends with people who did and were open about it. If anyone could understand or at least not judge, it had to be her. I sat there staring at my phone for almost an hour trying to think of how to approach the conversation.

Eventually, as I started fighting the sleep, I just went for it. I tried beating around the bush, but it fell apart almost immediately.

"Remember that night at the club, when we danced."

"And you liked me."

My stomach sank. I knew we had to talk about it, but I was hoping she didn't think about feelings like that. I was hoping for her to be more...

"licked* lol"

I giggled so hard I think I almost woke Steve up. All the nerves went away and I felt silly for not just trusting my instincts and understanding my new friend better. Of course, it wouldn't be a big deal. She was sweet, smart, young, and completely open minded.

"Yes lol, I did. Anyway. I've been thinking about that."

"The licking me part or just the night in general."

"All of it I guess."

"Jenny, do you have a crush on me?"

"Oh, shut it bitch, I'm being serious here."

"Ok, ok. Rain on my parade."

"Srsly. I've never touched a girl before and Steve and I were talking. He thinks we should go to a swingers club so maybe I can meet another woman."

"Wow, I would never guess you guys would be into stuff like that."

"More than you know. I'm not sure though, I'm skeeved out by it. You know anything about them?"

"A little. We went to one, but it was overwhelming for us. We were the youngest people there and I got mobbed. It was like every couple in the place wanted to fuck us and tried buying us drinks and stuff."

"Well, you're totally hot."

"Don't get me wrong, nobody was mean or pushy or anything, but it was obvious that they don't get a whole lot of new people coming through very often."

"Doesn't sound like fun."

"It was, but it wasn't. I think if we went a couple of times, it would be different as people would recognize us and the 'fresh meat' thing would have worn off."

"We weren't looking for any sort of commitment like that."

"I don't know. I think if you're thinking about it, you should try it. Like I said, everyone was super nice and there wasn't any problems. It just wasn't our scene."

The next morning, I told Steve about our conversation and he got all stupid big grin guy immediately. In his eyes I was laying groundwork to start fucking Veronica. I slammed the brakes hard on that one. Yes, we had a little moment. Yes, I was incredibly attracted to her. But we were really becoming friends and I didn't want to fuck that up. He did his usual teasing me routine, but did drop it per my demands.

A couple days went by and Veronica texted me asking if we had plans for the weekend. We didn't, and the kids were with grandma so we were open to doing something. She said she'd figure something out for all of us to do and get back to me, but I just had to make sure I kept Saturday open. I didn't hear anything from her until that Saturday morning. She texted and said she was going to pick me up for a girl's day -- mani's pedi's, and shopping. When your millionaire friend tells you that, you do NOT say no.