A Week at the Beach: A Hotwife Romance (9 page)

Not daring to open my eyes, I could only feel as my little angel sank me deeper and deeper into her mouth.
He made me do things.
The words rang inside my head and I could only squirm as the vision of her sinking onto his cock filled my mind. When I thought she could take no more of me, she didn't stop. When I heard her gag the first time, I thought she surely had to pull away. She didn't stop. I felt every inch of my own cock slide into her mouth and in my mind, I saw her taking him. She only stopped when I felt her chin against my balls.

I couldn't take it. Defying her order, I opened my eyes and stared down to see the entire length of my cock buried in my sweet wife's throat. The sight of it, as much as the way it felt, made pulse within her. It was the thought that she'd done this with her former lover and the feeling of what she did next that made me explode.

I felt the soft muscle at the back of her throat tighten around my glans. My body bucked up at the sensation, driving me even deeper into her mouth. She didn't pull off. She didn't complain. She just kept going, stroking the head of my cock with the back of her throat.

"Ungh!" I cried, lunging forward in the chair as another orgasm burst from inside me. She stayed there, massaging me still. "Fuck!" I yelled as my head started to spin from how good it felt. I could feel myself unleashing, splaying seed deep inside her. She must have been swallowing it all. Only when my climax had completely expired did she pull herself off and slowly, too. When she came off completely, my cock was already starting to soften.

She breathed heavily, but didn't gasp. A tiny trickle of cum had stuck to her bottom lip. With the tip of her finger, she pushed it into her mouth and swallowed that too.

I just sat there and stared, unable to believe this was actually happening. I felt like I barely knew this woman.

"So?" she asked, after a few more deep breaths. "Still want to play this game?"

I nodded. Unable to take my eyes off her, I whispered, "Oh yes, please"

Chapter 11

"How come you never told me?" I asked over the noise of the shower. I was still dumbstruck by what had happened. Even though I'd just orgasmed, my eyes were following the outline of her body in the shower. I felt even more attracted to her now.

"Told you what?" she asked, spinning in a slow pirouette, letting the water hit every side of her body.

"I mean..." It was hard to know where to start. "You're just so...different with me. Did he really make you do that? Did you really do that for him, take his cock like that?" I couldn't think of any other explanation. It didn't seem like the kind of skill that would come naturally to a woman.

She peaked out from behind the curtain. "Wait, is this still the game? Or do you really want to know?" She teased me with a smile.

My insides churned at the thought of it. Had my prudish little princess really been a dirty little slut with her ex? If she had, did I
really
want to know that? "I don't know," I answered, glancing down at the floor.

"Are you getting cold feet?" She was back in the shower now, turning again.

"No." I said it as firmly as I could. Even the thought of it now made my cock move again.

"Then what's bothering you?" She turned off the water and pulled the curtain open, revealing her perfectly shaped, perfectly naked body. She stood there as I stared at her. She seemed to like it now.

"It's like I don't know you," I said, looking back into her eyes. "Like you've been a different person this whole time."

"Andrew, don't be silly." She stepped out of the shower and let me wrap her in a towel. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "It's just a bit of fun."

"But Samantha, I thought you were a prude!"

"I thought you wanted me to be! You were the one always turning the lights out before we had sex!"

I could barely believe what I was hearing. Had I really been so wrong about her this whole time?!? "I thought you wanted that," I explained.

"It doesn't matter now," she answered, towelling her hair. "I'll tell you what. If you want to keep playing our little game that's fine. We can forget all about it when we go home. Or we can just forget about it now. It's up to you."

I stood there, starting to sweat from how steamy she'd made the bathroom. She tolerated me for a moment, but then shooed me out. "Go think about it in the room," she said, pushing me through the door.

I walked slowly towards the balcony, staring out across the almost blinding strip of white sand that sank under the water. I couldn't say it wasn't a shock. To find out your wife has been keeping something like that from you for your entire marriage. Or was she? Was she really just playing a game? The thought sent a thrill racing through me. It was kind of hot either way. If it was a game, she was doing it for me. If it wasn't a she really was that dirty of a girl, well...

"Made up your mind yet?"

I turned and my jaw once again went slack. She was wearing a stunning one-piece. Two strips of fabric tied around her neck plunged down her body, covering her nipples but little else. Everything was in full view, the full curves of her delicious breasts. You could look at her from any angle. Most of what you saw was flesh.

"Holy shit," I whispered.

She threw her head back and laughed, covering her mouth with one hand.

"Are you serious? You're going to wear that? Where did you even get that?!?"

"I'll only wear it if you don't mind. I brought it to try and loosen you up. I didn't know you were such a dirty old man already!"

"I can't believe I thought you were a prissy little prude."

Her mouth and eyes popped wide open. "Andrew Smith you did not just say that!"

"Well honestly, Samantha..." I looked up and down her body. My cock started to rise. Again.

"So?" she said, twirling a finger in her hair. "What's it going to be? Want to play a game?"

Even if there was a part of me that was scared of it, most of me knew I would never be able to resist. "Okay. Let's do it."

I could have sworn her smile turned more sinister. "Okay Andrew Smith. Remember, there's no pressing pause."

"Wait! What if it gets too crazy? What if...what if I can't...can't take it anymore?"

She frowned and walked towards me. My eyes gravitated instantly to the way her body moved in that piece of lingerie. "What do you think I'll do, exactly? What could I possibly do that you couldn't stand watching?"

For fuck's sake I was hard again. Just looking at her and hearing her talk about it all had made me stiff as a board. "I don't know..."

"Well I guess it just comes down to how much you trust me. Do you really think I would do something that would offend you so?"

Her question seemed to balance everything we were together on its end. I looked at her body again. Fuck it. I had to know.

"Okay. Let's do it," I said again.

"Okay. Let's," she answered with a smile. "Beach? Or pool?"

Chapter 12

I sat under an umbrella poolside, shaded from glare of the sun. I actually hated beach vacations. It was Samantha who loved them and she was the reason we were here. Watching her now through dark glasses, a Bloody Mary in hand, I couldn't believe my eyes.

She was lying in her skimpy little string of a bathing suit, attracting the stare of every man who walked into the pool area and every man that passed her by. I noticed most of them would go out of their way to detour by her deck chair.

She'd thought of the game. She'd thought it would be a nice introduction. A way to test the waters. To see if I was really serious. Now, watching all those men's eyes on her, I had no doubt that I was.

"Another drink, sir?" a deep voice asked me. I looked up to see a handsome waiter carrying a tray. He was staring at my almost empty glass. I surfaced from the depths of my depravity long enough to smile, slam the rest of my cocktail and place it on the tray.

"If you would be so kind," I replied.

"Of course. Bloody Mary again, sir?"

"Please." It was before noon, after all.

I settled back into staring at my wife. I wondered why this was such a turn on. Conventional mores said I should be jealous. I suppose I was, a little bit. Every time I'd catch a man staring at her longer than just a passing glance, an electric pulse would race through me. It never ended in rage, though. It always ended in a thick, hot lust that made my cock grow.

The waiter brought me my drink and allowed me to take it from the tray. When he asked if there was anything else, I told him "no." It must have been very obvious who I was watching.

"Is that your wife, sir?"

His presumption, or rather the fact that he'd asked the question, surprised me. "It is," I answered, looking up at him. I felt like I should say something, like I should defend her honour somehow.

He didn't smile. He just stared at her toned legs and the curve of her breasts, barely hidden by the two thing straps across her chest. "She's very beautiful. Congratulations."

I thought that was quite bold, for a waiter in a place like that to say such a thing. Did he go around saying that to all the guests? Then I realized, most likely all the men who brought their wives here didn't sit staring at them from across the pool, watching others gawk. I wondered if he knew what we were doing.

"Thank-you," I replied, glancing back at her body in the sun.

"My pleasure," he answered. Nodding, he walked back towards the bar.

I can't say I didn't follow the way his body moved across the deck. He was young and strong and inevitably I began to picture him between Samantha's legs. The very imagination of it gave me a painful ache in my cock. Like nothing could sate that desire but seeing the act itself.

I watched him walk slowly around the pool, checking on everyone's drinks. When he came to Samantha he paused, taking in the sight of her sumptuous curves before disturbing her with a question.

She pushed her sunglasses up onto her forehead and smiled when she saw him, squinting slightly against the sun. She must have place an order because he nodded and walked quickly towards the bar.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, though. She glanced at me and right before she put her sunglasses back on, winked.

It was getting hot, even under that umbrella and I wished we could just go back to the room and have sex again. I changed my mind when the waiter came back.

She gestured to the table beside her, asking him to put the cocktail there. With a smile, she picked up the bottle of suntan lotion, the same lotion I'd already carefully applied and tipped it towards the waiter.

My cock jumped. This was more than I'd bargained for. I thought I was just going to watch other men watching her today. I didn't realize I'd be watching another man's very black hands massaging lotion into her body. Taking a giant swig of my drink, I settled back into my chair. A tension gripped my stomach. I doused it with more alcohol.

Samantha turned over and lay down onto the deck chair. The waiter knelt beside her on one knee. He put his tray down on the ground.

I glanced around at the other people sitting on patio. Had they been there when we'd come in? Did they know we were together? Did they know what was going on? I didn't really care but at the same time I'm sure they would have found it strange, had they noticed. Everyone seemed immersed in their own relaxation. Soaking up rays of sun.

He looked over at me. A tremor of nerves ran through me. Why was he doing that? Then I realized, he was asking permission. I nodded. He nodded back. Two strangers striking a strange accord beneath the noonday sun.

He squeezed the bottle. White lotion oozed from it onto his waiting palm. I was glad to have the paper across my lap. He pressed his moist hand against the outside of her thigh and began to rub.

The only real discomfort I felt at seeing that was not being able to touch myself.

How he'd understood our unspoken contract, I wasn't sure. Maybe he'd seen it before. Maybe many men brought their wives here and sat across the pool from the hoping they'd be noticed by someone else. It didn't matter. When his hand moved from the outside of her thigh to the inside, no one seemed to notice but me. My vision narrowed as I focused on the shape of his dark hand travelling across her soft, pale flesh.

When the tips of his fingers grazed the hemline of bikini, just a bit too close to that sacred place I worshipped, my cock hardened completely.

I couldn't believe what I was watching. I was watching another man touching my wife in places only I had known since the day we'd met. Not only that, she seemed to be enjoying it more than I was.

He squeezed the bottle he was holding, sending another burst of white lotion onto his hand. I leaned forward in my chair. His dark flesh settled on the whitest part of the inside of her thigh and moved up, towards her pussy.

My heart thundered in my chest. How much was she enjoying this? Was she wet? Was she imagining what he'd do to her if they weren't poolside?

He glanced to one side, then the other, checking to see who was watching no doubt. My heart skipped a beat in anticipation of what he might do next. No one was watching but me.

Moving the tight fabric of her swimsuit slightly to one side, he revealed her glistening flesh. His finger moved forward. Her soft thighs parted. He slid his hand along her slit. I watched her ass come up and off the chair ever so slightly as her body responded to his touch.

My cock felt like it was going to burst. Even as my head rubbed against the inside of my swim shorts, I thought that might set me off.

His fingers was moving now, up and down the pussy that I thought only I was allowed to touch.

She wasn't moving with him. She was just holding herself in place, letting him do the work.

I was staring so intently my eyes started to strain. It was really happening. I was watching her with another man.

The thought that she must have done this before, with James, sent another tremble through me. This was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen or done.

Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, I saw her body shudder gently. It started in her shoulders and snaked down her spine until I saw the cheeks of her ass clench.