Betting My Bride: A Hotwife Novel (6 page)

9: Confession

"Come on Lindsay. It's obvious that guy was checking you out!"

"You agreed when we started this that guys tossing a football or whatever down in front of me wasn't going to count!"

"But that was like the seventh time that's happened in the last half-hour since we made the bet. Surely that's got to count for something?"

"You agreed to the rules and you're going to follow them," Lindsay said with a sniff.

I sat back on my towel, completely and utterly defeated. To be perfectly honest it was starting to get annoying having those guys tossing the pigskin around right in front of us and for more reasons than one. I was a little annoyed that these guys were trying to hit on my wife when it was obvious she was here with me, but at the same time it turned me on almost as much as it annoyed me so it's not like I could get too mad about it.

No, the most annoying thing was that every time they decided to try and put the moves on my wife, where "put the moves" is defined as knocking a football, beach ball, Frisbee, into the sand right in front of us so they could have a chance to hopefully exchange a couple of words with Lindsay, it also ended up kicking sand all over us. Talk about annoying. And the tactic didn't even work since I usually handled all the talking.

But the most annoying part was that I couldn't use that as a way to win the bet even though it was painfully obvious to me that the whole reason those guys were doing it was so they could get close to my wife. I had a feeling she had that same sneaking suspicion, but the terms of the bet were the terms of the bet and she wasn't going to back down from that one-sided agreement.

Damn it.

"If all those guys stopping by are annoying you then why don't we go out for a swim?"

I sighed. It's not like there'd be much chance for me to win the bet when we were out in the water but at the same time I was eager to be away from all these assholes showing off for my woman.

"That sounds like a good idea."

I glanced around our towels, but the only thing that we had to secure was Lindsay's suntan lotion. If somebody wanted to run off with our hotel towels then they were welcome to them. I had our cash and IDs tucked safely away in a waterproof container tied to the inside of my swim trunks where nobody could get at them and they weren't going to be damaged by water. As I looked out across the waves crashing over people who were squealing in delight I figured a nice dip in the saltwater was going to hit the spot.

Besides, as worked up as I was thinking about all these guys checking out my wife I could do with a little bit of cooling off.

The waves weren't bad at all as we waded out into the ocean. No, the real danger was from all the people crowding around. Maybe I was wrong about the water not presenting an opportunity to win the bet. There were the same jackasses doing stupid stuff trying to impress girls, and there were girls splashing and generally acting like jackasses as well. Water plus drunkenness usually wasn't a good combination, and it meant you had to watch yourself to avoid getting bowled over on top of worrying about the waves doing the same.

"It's pretty crowded out here!" Lindsay said as we made our way through the press of bodies.

"I suppose that's the price we pay for coming to a popular vacation spot in the middle of summer," I said.

The rest of our conversation was interrupted though. I caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye and then somebody was barreling straight towards Lindsay. I didn't even have time to get in between the blur and my girl before the blur resolved into a slightly overweight guy who tumbled right into her. My eyes narrowed as I saw what else he did as he got close to my wife.

It looked like he was reaching out to try and steady her, but in the process of steadying her I noticed that the parts of her anatomy he decided to grab onto for steadying included her tits and her ass. I scowled at him and he looked over, realized we were together, and quickly disappeared back into the crowd.

And despite how pissed off I was at that quick run and grab disguised as a stumble, I also had to admit that my cock twitched seeing a guy grabbing Lindsay like that. Running his hand along her body. Apparently my cock didn't care what the circumstances were, all it cared about was that it was fucking hot knowing a guy was that turned on by my wife, that a guy was touching her like that. I reached out a hand to help steady her and she turned to look at me with a disbelieving blink.

"What just happened there?"

"I think I just won the bet babe," I said as I pulled her out to deeper water. It got to the point where she was having trouble keeping her head above the water and so I pulled her towards me. She wrapped her legs around me down below and her arms around me up above.

I loved the feeling of her body pressing against me. I loved feeling her slim stomach against my own, and more than anything I loved feeling her pussy grinding against me through my swim trunks. More than anything I was starting to enjoy the effect the water had on that thin white bikini she was wearing. The material was thin enough that it became almost translucent as soon as the water hit it.

I glanced down and was treated to the clear outline of her nipples pressing out and I was pretty sure it was because she was turned on and not because she was cold. It would be difficult to be cold in this weather and in this warm water. I decided not to say anything for the moment. I'd let her realize just how much of a show she was giving with that bikini, and in the meantime I figured I'd enjoy watching other people enjoying the show she was putting on.

"What do you mean you just won the bet?" she asked.

I arched an eyebrow as I moved my hands down to cup her ass. "Do you really not realize what that guy just did?"

"Was it a guy? I didn't even see," Lindsay said, though I could tell from the expression on her face that she knew exactly what had just happened and was keeping quiet because she didn't want to lose.

"Yes it was a guy!" I said. "And he was acting like he lost his footing so he could cop a feel!"

Lindsay shrugged. "I didn't see him, it happened too fast. Plus there's always a chance it was an accident. That's not a win."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I was starting to get tired of her dodging the issue every time it seemed like I was on the brink of victory, but I could be patient. We still had most of the day to go, and I'd seen the way people were eyeing her. Hell, seeing the way guys had been eyeing her as we walked down into the water had been enough to send me into a sexual frenzy. And having her pressing her pussy against my cock with only the thin material of our swimsuits to separate us definitely wasn't helping matters at all!

I was so ridiculously turned on that I felt like I was about to blow my load just from grinding against her in the water. That wasn't a good thing. I definitely wanted to have my cock at full attention while I was enjoying the sights. While I was enjoying other people enjoying the sight of my wife.

"Okay seriously," she said. "What's going on here? Why are you so obsessed with this bet? Why are you suddenly so obsessed with men checking me out? Is this something that's going to become a thing now that we're married? Because it's not cool."

I felt panic rising inside me that had nothing to do with potentially losing the bet. No, suddenly with as angry as she was I was worried about potentially losing my wife! Definitely not what I'd angled for when I'd made the stupid bet in the first place.

Only now I was in a difficult situation. If I didn't tell her about the raging monster that had gotten me so interested in this bet, so interested in the idea of other men being interested in her, then I was risking my marriage and we weren't even a day into the thing! And yet at the same time if I told her why I was so turned on by the idea of other men being interested in her then I'd still be risking my relationship in a very real way. It was one hell of a conundrum.

I sighed. I was caught. I was in the middle of one hell of a difficult scenario that I'd made for myself. And there was only one thing I could do. Be completely honest with her.

"You really want to know what's going on?"

"You're damn right I do!"

"Do you promise not to get mad?"

Lindsay leaned in and kissed me. She looked at me, locked eyes with me, her own eyes moving back and forth as she searched.

"What could possibly be so bad that it would make me get angry with you on our wedding day of all days?"

I took in a deep breath and sighed, and if anything the worry on her face seemed to be growing. It seemed like not telling her was almost worse than just getting it over with. So I opened my mouth. I let it all come out.

"Ever since that thing in the changing room yesterday I've been getting turned on by the idea of other guys checking you out," I said.

There. It was out. I'd confessed my ridiculous fantasy to her. Now the only question was how badly was she going to take it? How bad was the blowup going to be? Was she going to go for an annulment right off the bat or would she try to make things work before she eventually divorced me?

I looked at her with trepidation. Wondering what I was going to see there. I figured she would be angry, pissed off, ready to leave me right there. Maybe slap me even. The last thing I expected was a casual interest on her face. A cocked eyebrow that said she was definitely more curious than pissed off about what I'd just told her.

"Can you run that by me again babe?"

And I noticed something as she asked that question. A subtle motion down under the water. A subtle motion where she was grinding her pussy against my cock. My cock which was rock hard after that confession despite how terrified I'd been in making the confession. And now that it was out I found my hard on raging.

I sighed. "I saw that guy Winston watching you yesterday in the changing room and it kind of turned me on."

"Yeah, I saw that too," she said. And the rubbing picked up a little more. I thought I felt a shiver running through her. A tiny shudder. "He was good looking for an older dude, and that did feel kind of naughty having him watching me like that…"

I blinked. She thought he was good looking for an older dude? Interesting. I was terrible at telling things like male attractiveness but I figured Lindsay was a pretty good judge of that sort of thing considering she was with me. Maybe there was more than just money to Winston landing a chick as hot as his trophy wife.

"It's not just that," I said. This was just pouring out of me now that I'd confessed. "There were guys checking you out on the plane and it had me so fucking turned on!"

Her eyes narrowed. "Is that why you were so turned on? Why you were trying to get me to join the mile high club?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Guilty as charged."

This time she did smack me, though it was on the chest and it was more a playful smack than anything else. The smile never left her face.

"You naughty boy! Naughtier than I ever could've imagined…"

"So you're not going to leave me?" I asked.

Her grinding was picking up in intensity. "Leave you? Now why would I do a silly thing like that? Especially after you just revealed such an interesting fantasy…"

Now it was my turn to look surprised. It was my turn to cock an eyebrow as I looked up at her, locked eyes with her and tried to figure out if she was joking or not.

"Interesting fantasy?" I asked.

She shrugged as she grinned. "You just said you got turned on by the idea of me fucking other guys! What girl wouldn't be at least a little intrigued by that?"

"So you'd be open to the idea?"

Shit! Why did I go and say a thing like that? It was one thing to have a fantasy like this strictly where it belonged in the realm of fantasy. It was another thing entirely to have the fantasy be something that could potentially become reality. Even though my cock was throbbing at the idea of the fantasy becoming reality at the same time my brain was screaming in shivering terror, saying that this was a horrible idea that could potentially explode our relationship, our marriage, just as it was getting started!

Lindsay tapped a finger against her lips. That was a sign she was actually considering something. And that she was actually considering this terrified me even as it turned me on. Then she smiled.

"Consider it? Maybe. Actually go through with it? Well that would depend."

The waves rocked around us moving us back and forth even as she continued grinding her pussy back and forth against my cock. My mouth felt dry. "On?"

"On how serious you were," she said. "We're kind of playing with fire here you know."

And so I thought about it. It really thought about it. Really seriously consider the implications of what I was asking her to do. We'd only just been married this morning and here I was in the middle of the ocean after making a bet with her over guys being attracted to her that was motivated in no small part by this ridiculous fantasy, and now I'd confessed this ridiculous fantasy that could potentially destroy us.

Yet despite the fact that this fantasy could potentially destroy us all I could feel was a raging arousal. A burning desire. I couldn't explain it, but I was a slave to that burning desire. I couldn't help myself. I didn't know if I wanted to help myself. I was that turned on by just sitting here in the water with her subtly grinding her pussy against my cock talking about the idea of her getting with another man.