A Week at the Beach: A Hotwife Romance (2 page)

I'll admit it, for some time I'd had a fantasy or two about just such a thing. Maybe even something more real, though I wasn't willing to venture there just yet. Now I just stared at the massive thing pressing into her, the dark brown shaft moving in between her thighs and squeezing into her tight, pink hole. By the time it had reached its hilt, I was hard as a rock.

"You like that, don't you Samantha? That nice big, black thing stuck up in your cunt?"

She gasped at the profanity, opened her eyes and stared at me, as if she couldn't believe what I'd just said.

I couldn't believe what I'd just said. Dirty talk? In the middle of the day? With the lights on? I wanted to pinch myself, make sure I wasn't dreaming.

But she looked down again. The two black balls were pressed tight to the curve of her beautiful, white ass. As she stared, I pulled the dildo out of her slowly, letting her watch it leave her. I felt her shudder.

"Andrew..." she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away. I pushed it back again. Her body undulated as the thick thing stretched her walls. "Andrew!" she cried, her voice more urgent now.

I was in a perfect kind of pain. I'd never felt my cock ache so much as it did in that moment. Watching a big black shaft moving in between my wife's thighs was everything I'd ever thought it would be. I couldn't believe she'd gone for it, in the middle of the day no less.

Her body shook and her head fell back. I could feel the cum coursing towards my own stiff shaft. With a sudden shriek, she climaxed, her pussy clenching and squeezing at the dark thing that was invading her. I kept moving it in and out as I watched her rise and fall with the waves of her climax. All I wanted was to push myself inside her.

Finally her hand moved down between her legs. She pushed mine away and I pulled the thing out slowly. Setting it on the side of the bed, I clambered up between her thighs. My cock was throbbing and full. She opened her eyes and glanced down at it before looking back up at me.

"Did you like it, honey? Did you like what I did?" I asked. I searched her eyes but I didn't have to look very far. There was no doubt in my mind she'd loved it, even if she wouldn't say it out loud. Yet.

She pulled the covers over us, her modesty returning. It didn't matter. I'd seen what I wanted to see. What I'd been dying to see.

I pressed the head of my own cock to her drenched lips. The feeling of her tight slit, soaked as it was, was almost more than I could bear. She stared at me with wide eyes, like she was looking for something too. Some answer to why I'd done what I'd done.

It didn't matter now. I groaned as I thrust my stiff member into her. The feeling of her tight heat surrounding me, the liquid coming out of her core, slathering my cock and dripping onto my balls, was too much.

I clenched my jaw, hoping to last a little longer at least. I couldn't. It had been too hot. The tightness started in between my legs and I thrust at her violently.

"Ah!" I cried as I felt my own seed release. My hips lunged towards her, trying to fuck my white hot cum into her as deeply as I could. It was never deep enough, it seemed.

I rolled over, panting. When I'd caught my breath, I looked at her. Her head was turned towards me. She was studying me still.

"You're crazy, Andrew Smith." She smiled and shook her head.

These were the moments I lived for with her. Moments just like this.

Oh Samantha. My beautiful, shy Samantha. I touched a finger to her cheek. "I love you."

"I love you," she said, blushing again and turning away.

I could tell now that she was back in the real world, she'd started thinking about it again. About getting back to work. About what we should have for dinner. About why we couldn't conceive.

It was time for part two of
Operation Relax-My-Wife
. It was time for a vacation.

Chapter 2

"You've done what?!?" she shrieked, tearing the printout out of my hand and staring at it.

"I've booked us a vacation."

"Andrew!" She looked up at me. She looked terrified. She looked like that about a lot of things. I smiled. It made me love her more, how concerned she got. "This is in three day! I have to work! Don't you have to work? We haven't planned for this!"

Whenever I suggested something, the first thing Samantha did was worry.

"Samantha. My love," I stepped towards her and put my arms around her, pulling her towards me. The scent of her shampoo worked its way through me and moved my cock. I turned so she couldn't tell. It would just make her more upset. "Everything's been taken care of. I've called Mark at your office and..."

"You called Mark?" she asked, confused.

That may have been a small mistake on my part. "I did. I'm sorry. I know you hate it when I do things like that but I had to know it would be alright before I booked the tickets."

The office where Samantha worked as a paralegal, was owned in part by my good friend Mark Owen. He hadn't given her the job for that reason, but I did put in a strong reference letter and phone call before her interview. It annoyed her to no end that our friendship may have had something do with her getting hired.

"You said you wouldn't do things like that," she said, turning her eyes down. I could tell she was a little hurt.

"Samantha, I won't do it again. It was just this once. I've not done anything like this yet, have I?"

She looked back up and there was a glimmer of forgiveness in her eyes. She shook her head.

"Think of it," I said, staring deeply into her eyes. "Sand. Sun. Cocktails in the afternoon. Hell, cocktails in the morning if we want!"

Her eyes lit up for a brief second, but she tamped down whatever enthusiasm had welled. "I'm not supposed to. You know that."

She seemed to be scolding me, the way she said it. I put both hands on her arms and looked at her squarely.

"And that. This whole thing, this trying for a baby. Let's put it out of our minds. Let's forget about it for a week and just do what we please. If you want, you can take your diaphragm along. Or not. It's up to you. I just want us to stop worrying about it for a while."

The tension eased in her shoulders. It seemed I'd said something right. Wriggling free of my grasp, she slapped me lightly on the arm. I could tell there was a more of a smile somewhere on her lips, I just hadn't found it yet.

"What about the house?" she asked. I could tell she was relaxing, if only a little.

"Noel said he'd check in on it every few days. No trouble."

"What about your work?!?" she asked, waving her hand at me. She needed to find something to worry about, didn't she?

"Oh I've been fired." It had been my best deadpan. Her eyes only widened for a second before her mouth cracked into a wry grin.

"Stop it Andrew!" She smacked me again, harder this time. I caught her arm as she was pulling it away. I yanked her towards me, harder than she expected. The look of shock on her face made me harden some more. It melted into a smile quickly but I could tell it had given her a jolt.

"My beautiful Samantha," I whispered, nuzzling into her neck. "I'll bring our new friend."

Something happened to her body as I said it. The tension in it shifted. "Would you like that? Would you like it if I brought it with us?"

"Oh Andrew stop it!" she said, trying to wriggle free. I wouldn't let her. I stared at her as she tried to look away.

"Samantha, you naughty thing. I think you're turned on by it right now!" It was a thrill just saying it. I never said this kind of thing to her. She offended easily. I didn't care. I was determined to make her relax. To make us relax.

"Nonsense!" she said, making another show of trying to pull away.

"Are you sure? Are you sure you're not remembering what it looked like, watching that big black dildo disappearing inside your body?"

"Andrew don't be so crass!" she hissed, "I'll never have children with you if you keep talking like that!"

It was all an act, I could tell. It was the good little girl she thought herself to be, telling her that proper ladies never thought of such things.

In an act of marital daring, one I'd never thought I would attempt, I grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up. My hand was pressed to the cotton of her underwear before she knew what was happening. They were soaked through.

She let out a whimper at the feeling of my fingers on her flesh, but she didn't protest. Our eyes locked. I felt her legs spread slightly.

Sweeping her up and off the floor, I climbed the stairs to the bedroom, with her staring at me the whole time.

Putting her on the bed, I hiked up the dress she was wearing again and pulled her white panties to one side. The patch of soft hair above her pussy was soaked now, too. I looked up to see her blushing, but she didn't resist my affection.

I turned my attention back to the swollen labia that guarded her entrance. Prying them apart with my fingers, I felt myself stiffen as I laid eyes on her sweet, pink opening.

With a quick hand I reached over and pulled our new friend out of the drawer. Her eyes shot towards it, watching me bring it down between her legs. I'd never,
never
seen her like this. This was as far-fetched a reaction as I could have imagined when I'd ordered the thing. She seemed to love it.

I touched the head of it to her pussy, ran it up and down her slit letting it collect the juices there. She gasped and her eyes widened as she watched it moving in between her alabaster thighs. My cock flexed completely in my trousers and I wished I'd had the presence of mind to take them off, or at least loosen my belt before I'd started. Resigning myself to what I'd have to endure, I focused on Samantha again.

She was looking between me and the thing again, her eyes hungry with desire. Every time I saw her I couldn't believe it, how she was taking to this. Pulling her sopping lips to one side with my fingers, I pushed the black dildo into her hole. Just the tip.

"Andrew..." she whispered, breathless. My cock pulsed in my pants at the way her voice sounded, at the way her face looked. In our five years of marriage I don't know if I'd ever seen her look that way at the prospect of sex. We'd mostly done it in the dark.

"Tell me what you want, Samantha? Tell me what you want me to do?" I whispered.

The question seemed to shake her out of her excitement. She blushed and shyed away, turning her head towards the pillow.

"Come on sweetie, I want to hear it. Please?" I begged, adding an air of desperation to my request. I really wanted to hear it. I really wanted to hear her say what she wanted me to do with the dildo.

"Andrew, I can't!" Her voice was pained, like it actually hurt her just thinking about it.

"Sweetie, look at me. Please?" I whispered, moving up closer towards her, my hand still pressing the thing between her legs. She looked over and I saw her face burning a bright red. "It's for me. It's not for you. Remember on Valentine's? When you asked me what I wanted and I couldn't tell you? Remember that?"

She nodded a gentle yes.

"This is what I want. This is what I want from you. I want to hear you tell me what you want me to do with this cock."

Her eyes shifted one way, then the other. I could tell she was thinking about it. I could tell she was rolling it around in her mind, weighing whether it was a good enough justification for her to betray her modesty. She closed her eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I want you to put it inside me." Her thighs parted again, inviting me in.

I flexed. God, that made me hot. I pushed another inch of the dildo inside her. She mewled quietly and her legs spread as her body adjusted to the size of the it. It was probably twice as thick as I was. Samantha had never been with anyone but me.

"That's a good girl. Do you like that? Does that feel good?" I asked, desperate to hear her voice beg me to put it in deeper. She only nodded. "Come on now," I pleaded, "just tell me one more time. Tell me where you want me to put it." I nudged the it in slightly deeper making her squirm. She tried to work her body down onto it, as if she were craving its thickness now.

She opened her eyes, looked down. They went wide, like she couldn't believe she was taking all of it inside herself. When she looked at me again, she had that same, wild look she'd had the night before. "I want it Andrew. I want it in my pussy!" she breathed.

She looked down again and this time her hands drifted down between her legs. She started pushing at the base of the thing! She couldn't wait to get more of it inside her!

I thought my pants might tear from how hard I was.

Obliging her, I pushed another inch in, watching her thighs part even further as her pussy stretched again. She was dripping now. I could see the glint of her juices around the thing, coating it, easing its entry and dripping down onto the sheets.

Her fingers pressed at mine as her body begged to feel more of the big black thing deep inside her. She was glancing at me in between long stares at the thing. She looked like an animal, trapped and caged and not knowing what would happen next.

As I pressed it into her fully, she opened, her legs spreading wide to either side. She took it all.

I started pumping it into her this time, not slowly the way I'd done the night before. Her thighs started moving up and down and around, in time with my rough thrusts.

It felt like if I had to stare at this much longer I was going to release without even taking myself out. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, my wife splayed and stuffed by a giant black monster.

"Andrew! Andrew! Andrew!" she spoke my name. Three bursts of breath that betrayed her excitement. She was fixated on it now, staring at it moving in and out of the tight pink flesh of her pussy. I watched as her legs began to shake. I saw her pussy start to clench. God how I wanted to tear my pants off, pull the thing out of her and sink myself deep into that stretched cunt. I needed to help her find her pleasure first.

Her hand gripped my arm, her other fist tightening around the bed covers. She screamed and I watched her body buck towards the dildo as each pulse of her orgasm exploded inside her. I could barely believe my eyes. I'd never seen her doing anything like it before.