Betting My Bride: A Hotwife Novel (10 page)

So I sat back and waited for Lindsay to come out of the shower. It was time to have a conversation about what sort of fun she was going to have down at the marina.

14: Decisions

Lindsay came out a few minutes later and my breath caught as I looked at her. She looked damn good in that barely there bikini, but there was something about her wearing more clothes that could look even sexier. Not that she was wearing all that much. A tight dress that plunged down between her tits up above and barely covered her ass cheeks down below. It was exactly the sort of naughty outfit she'd wear when we were going out on the town and I always loved it when she dressed like that.

Only now with the fresh perspective of this strange fantasy I realized maybe there was more than seeing my wife dress sexy at play. Maybe I'd always enjoyed the idea of other men staring at her, wanting her, and not being able to have her. Maybe it'd been a subconscious thing that I'd only recently realized on a conscious level.

The first thing she did was walk over to the nightstand and pick up her phone. A swipe. Her eyes moving across the screen. A smile. Then she looked at me.

"Did you enjoy your reading?" she asked.

"Maybe I did."

She grinned, that mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"So what's the plan for tonight?"

"You mean what am I going to command my slave to do?"

"I guess you could say that," she said.

Lindsay moved forward and then she was crawling across the bed towards me. I blinked. Now this was interesting. Unexpected, but very interesting. She swung a leg over me and then her pussy was pressing down against my cock. I was still in my swim trunks which allowed me to feel every contour of her pussy through the thin panties she wore under her dress. I loved it when my gorgeous wife was grinding her body against mine!

"Are you ready to hear what you're going to be doing for me this evening slave?"

"You have no idea how ready I am," Lindsay replied.

Only I wasn't sure what I wanted her to do. Did I want her with me? Did I want her with Dan? I didn't know. I just didn't know. All I did know was that I desperately needed to feel her against me. She kept grinding against me and it was so fucking distracting. There was nothing I loved more in this world than feeling her grinding her body against me. Grinding her pussy against me. I was so turned on from everything that happened during the day that I was almost on the verge of blowing my load against her.

And yet all I could think of was her grinding against Dan. Damn it. It seemed like the more I tried to deny what I really wanted the more it came bubbling up to the top of my erotic imagination no matter what.

She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "What if you stayed in here while I go out. You'd get to think all about your wife going out and having fun, wonder what I'm up to. It'd be pure torture."

That idea was strangely compelling, but I pulled back and looked up at her as though she was crazy. No, if she was going out to have some extracurricular fun then she was going out and having it along with me so I could watch the fun. I wasn't into her going out on her own and telling me about it later.

"I don't know if I like that idea. You going out while your master is back here high and dry," I said.

She leaned down and kissed me. A very brief brushing of the lips, but it felt as though a branding iron was being pressed against my lips all the same.

"Are you sure about that? I figured the idea of me going out dancing where I'm going to be surrounded by a bunch of guys would be a turn on for you."

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. That idea did sound pretty damn nice. This strange compulsion, the strange obsession, was taking over my better judgment. My rock hard cock was doing most of my thinking in the moment.

"Are you sure you're going out dancing?" I asked. "Are you sure you aren't thinking of going back to the marina to meet Dan and have a little fun on his boat? That seems to be what he wants."

Feeling her grinding against me, thinking of my conversation with Winston, made me realize what I wanted, what I desperately needed, was to see how far this was actually going to go. Was to see my wife with another man. I'd gotten a taste earlier when I was spying on them out there in the middle of the ocean, and now it seemed like there was a very real chance I was going to get an opportunity to see it to its natural conclusion.

And I wanted nothing more than that.

I grabbed a hold of her waist and flipped her around so I was the one on top. So I was grinding against her. I grabbed a wrist in each hand and held her there as I stared into her eyes. And I saw something there. Pure lust.

"I saw you with him in the ocean flirting, letting him feel you up earlier today," I said. " I read the text messages on your phone like you wanted me to. I know you're trying to get rid of me so you can go back to his boat and have some fun with him. Lose the bet in a major way, isn't that how you put it?"

Her mouth worked silently for a minute gasping.

"It was a real turn on watching you carrying on with him like that."

"Oh really?" she asked. "I wondered if you were watching you naughty boy."

"Yeah, really," I said. "I wanted to see how far you'd take it, how far you'd let things go, how far you'd play this little game, and I let it go so far because I'm so fucking turned on by the whole thing!"

Lindsay had a mischievous twinkle to her eye as she stared up at me. As I continued grinding against her ever so slowly. "So I guess you liked the show I put on for you?"

"You're damn right I did!"

"Well I'm your slave for the next twenty-four hours. So what should I do for you, oh great and powerful master?"

I looked down at her. I thought about how beautiful she looked. I particularly thought about how gorgeous she looked when there was another man with his arms wrapped around her. With his cock pressed against her pussy. With his hand kneading her tits.

I suppose I should have known this was where we were going when this whole thing started, but it still came as a surprise as the words left my mouth.

"I think I want my slave to answer that text, go out to that boat, and have some fun."

Lindsay grinned.

"Only I want to watch," I said.

If anything her grin grew even wider.

15: Who's Seducing Who?

We separated as soon as we reached the marina. Lindsay had been tapping on her phone the entire way. Every time it buzzed in her hands I felt as though I was going to blow my load, but somehow I managed to keep it together. That was probably the most difficult fucking walk I'd ever taken in my life, let me tell you.

We paused at the entrance to the marina. It was fairly quiet now. Most of the partying was going on along the shoreline, the beaches, or the bars that ran along the beaches. Most of the boats were dark except for a couple of points of light here and there.

Lindsay looked at me and smiled, a suddenly uncertain smile.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I thought about that for a moment. Was I sure I wanted to do this? Hell no! Already she'd shown a worrying level of interest in this guy. There was a small part of me that had a pretty good idea that there was a big part of my wife that was attracted to this guy. That she really wanted to do this, even if she was giving me an out.

And yet even though she was giving me that out I also couldn't deny how much I wanted to see this. I guess this had been building since that moment in the changing room back home when I saw that Winston guy giving her the eye and realized that maybe I was a little turned on by other guys getting turned on by my woman.

Sure there was a little part of me that was pretty sure she was attracted to this guy, but I guess that was being ridiculous. Would she want to do this if she wasn't attracted to him? Not likely. If we were going to do this, if this was really going to become a thing and holy fuck was I turned on that this was becoming a thing, particularly on our wedding night which seemed like the ultimate transgression, then I was going to have to get over my jealousy.

Besides, there was a big part of me that wanted to see where that attraction went. There was a huge part of me that wanted to watch my wife with another man, as crazy as that seemed. As crazy as it was that this would be the first guy she'd been with since we exchanged our wedding vows!

I didn't understand it, it wasn't exactly wanted, but I had to go through with it.

So I looked down at her, nodded with an uncertain smile of my own, and reached out to take her hand.

"Am I sure that I want us to do this?" I asked. "Hell no, but what guy would be sure about sharing his girl with another man?"

Lindsay giggled and blushed in the light of a street light overhead. "I guess you have a point there. I'm really nervous myself."

"Just make sure you keep everything above decks," I said. "I won't be able to enjoy the show if you go down below."

Her grin grew even wider and there was another giggle. "So no going down at all?"

I brushed a finger along her cheek. "Just do whatever comes natural to you and know that I'm watching and loving every minute of it."

"Thanks," she said.

Then she was moving out into the marina. A sexy shadow with an incredible ass in her skin tight dress. God I loved watching her walk away. I waited for about half a minute before I followed along. I didn't want to lose sight of her, there was always the possibility that there were less than savory characters roaming around the marina after all, but more than anything she remembered where the boat was and I'd been so preoccupied with thoughts of her carrying on with that guy that I'd never actually bothered to pay attention to where we were walking once we hit the docks. So I kept her in sight until she approached a boat that still had the lights on. A boat where Dan the frat jock was waiting with open arms and an inviting smile.

I started to move slower now that she was actually on the boat. I chose my steps carefully, tried to move as slowly as possible so as to not invite any unwanted attention. But again I figured that I was probably being just a touch ridiculous. He was on a boat with lights on. Sure those lights weren't very bright, more mood lighting than anything else, but they were bright enough to ruin his night vision.

I glanced around, but there was nobody else in evidence. All the other boats were completely quiet rocking back and forth gently in the slow waves in the marina. Lindsay stepped on the boat looking like an absolute angel as she was silhouetted by that dim lighting, and then he was stepping forward. He was wrapping his arms around my wife.

And it didn't look like he was wasting any time with pleasantries either. No sooner had his arms wrapped around Lindsay than his lips also moved down. They were kissing along her neck. My breath caught. It was the consummation of everything I'd been fantasizing about, everything I'd been terrified of, everything I'd been running through my imagination over and over throughout the day ever since we left the boat. Ever since I watched them come together out on the ocean.

I was too far away to hear anything from my hiding spot behind a light poles that had gone out providing me with a little more cover than other areas with more light. I was reluctant to step on somebody's boat on the off chance that the owner was still there. Even if they weren't there they could always come back and cause a scene when they caught me trespassing which would definitely give up the game.

But God how I wished I was close enough that I could hear what they were saying! Because holy shit was it so fucking hot watching them.

I glanced around one more time to make absolutely certain the coast was clear. It didn't seem like there was anybody around though. It seemed like the entire world was the gentle lapping of the water against the dock, the steady motion of boats rocking back and forth, and me, Lindsay, and Dan all together in the middle of the inky blackness that was only interrupted by the island of light on his boat. A low light, to be sure, but plenty for me to see with my eyes already adjusted for night.

And so I was treated to a front row seat as one of his hands moved up and then he was pulling down on one of the straps that was a holding that the formfitting dress in place. Her shoulder was exposed and she moved it up to give him better access as she arched her neck to the side where he was trailing kisses.

He continued kissing down her neck and then made his way to her shoulder. The entire time he was still pulling down on the strap to her dress. I held my breath as he pulled it down and then the dress popped loose revealing her bra. I saw his eyes glance down and then he was a kissing down her arm.

His other hand moved to her other strap and then it was falling down as well. A moment later the dress fell loose. The thing was tight enough that it wasn't going to fall down and pool at her feet. Not without a little work on his part. He tugged and then her tits were free with a hypnotic bounce that I loved, standing out proud and pointing towards him.

Dan stared down at her, and what a sight she must be for him. The hottie he'd met earlier in the day, and now she was standing before him a with her skintight dress gathered just below her incredible tits. Perfect tits that looked absolutely amazing as they heaved up and down with her every breath. It was obvious she was aching for him. Her nipples were straining out for him, for his body.

I'm sure he got a good look at her tits earlier in the day. I know he definitely got a good feel of them when they were in the water together. Only now they were on display for him where he could look with no problem. They were absolutely perfect as far as I was concerned, and from the way he was staring right before his hands moved out and grasped both of them, squeezed them together, he agreed with my assessment of my wife's tits.

And damn was it so fucking hot watching another man groping my wife. Feeling her up in a way that only I'd done in the past couple of years. Those tits were supposed to be my playground, and here there was another guy staking his own claim on my territory. On my wife.

For sure it was it with my blessing even if he didn't know that, but it was still so fucking hot precisely because it was so taboo. So forbidden.

He whispered something to Lindsay and she looked away. It was too far for me to really tell, but I had a good idea that she was blushing as she looked away from him. That was definitely the way that she looked when somebody just complimented her.

And then he was wrapping his arms around her, running his hands up and down her naked flesh as he leaned down and their mouths came together. I could see their mouths open to one another and I imagined his tongue exploring my wife's mouth.

Talk about fucking hot!

I decided to get a little braver. This show was incredible. So incredible that I needed to see it a little more up close and personal. And so while he was preoccupied with making out with my wife I started creeping forward slowly, so slowly, on trying to find another hiding spot.

I crept forward, forward, and I saw the perfect hiding spot. The only problem was that the perfect hiding spot was right on top of a boat. A boat whose owner I'm sure wouldn't appreciate me leaning down and trying to catch a glimpse of my wife making out with some guy we'd just met that day.

Only this fantasy, this scenario, was already making me do stupid things like allowing my wife to go out in the first place and put herself in a situation where she'd be making out with some random guy we just met that day, and compared to that hopping onto somebody's boat and staying there for a minute so I could spy on my wife doing what came naturally while she was enjoying the pleasures this guy had to offer somehow didn't seem as bad.

Besides, it wasn't like I was trying to steal the boat or anything. I was just borrowing one part of it so I could do a little spying on my wife. Sure when I put it that way in my head it seemed a little wrong, but whatever. I was already too far gone to care.

Things really starting to get hot and heavy over on his boat. I could see their tongues dancing with one another as they held one another close. As he held my wife against his muscular body and her incredible tits pressed against his body.

I took a chance. Lindsay turned him so he was facing away from me. I wasn't sure if she could see me out here or if she was just going on instinct. Whatever it was, it gave me the perfect opportunity to do a quick run and jump into the boat next to Dan's. I winced as my feet slammed down on the deck and the boat started rocking, but when I peered over the edge they were so preoccupied with one another that they didn't notice.

I was in the clear. For now.

And damn was it so worth it to get closer. Close enough that I could clearly see everything that was happening. I could hear everything that was happening. The show was being delivered up close and personal, and in high fucking definition!

While I was sneaking into the boat immediately adjacent to them his hand had been doing a little bit of sneaking as well. It was down her backside which was open exposing part of her delicious back and I could clearly see the outline of his hand in the back of her dress. Pressed up against her ass and kneading it. Feeling her up. Pulling her against him. And she was sighing and moaning with every squeeze from his hand.

I was so fucking hard, but I kept myself from pulling out my cock. Not yet. Not until I was absolutely sure there was no one around to watch me. Sure they were getting hot and heavy on the boat, but I was in a little bit of a different situation. There was a difference between a couple having a little fun on a boat and a guy who was sitting and watching them from another boat stroking his cock while he was at it.

Even if I was spying on my wife, something told me the local authorities wouldn't take too kindly to spying in any form.

He pulled back from Lindsay and damn was she a sight. Her hair was tousled from making out with him. He must've moved his hand up there or something when I was busy doing the ninja thing. Her dress was pulled down below her tits which were sticking out proudly and heaving under the arousal she must be feeling. It was a sight I was going to remember for the rest of my life. It was one of the hottest moments I'd ever experienced in my entire fucking life!

I wondered why he was stopping. I know I wouldn't have been able to stop if I had a girl as hot as Lindsay throwing herself at me like this. I would've had her down on the deck fucking her brains out already. This guy had some self-control!

"Do you want to take this down below?"

Lindsay bit her lip and looked down. She glanced over to the side, off into of the darkness surrounding them. Of course she had no way of knowing where I was, but she knew I was out here somewhere. And no doubt she was thinking of the deal. She could have her fun if she kept things out in the open where I could see.

I held my breath. I wondered how she was going to handle this. She looked up at him and then leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. It was a simple kiss. A quick peck on the lips, and yet my cock was throbbing as my wife's lips brushed against another man's.

"Are you sure you want to go down below? It's so much more fun up here where anyone could see us!"

He arched an eyebrow. "Really? You're into that?"

"It turns me on so much thinking about being watched!" she said.

"Does it now?"

Of course what he didn't know, what he couldn't know, was that last line was more for my benefit than anything else. Sure she was turned on by being watched, but what she wasn't telling him was there were a very specific set of circumstances where she was turned on by being watched. Specifically she was turned on knowing I was out here watching everything that was going on.