Betting My Bride: A Hotwife Novel (7 page)

And that she was actually intrigued by the idea and not slapping me and demanding an annulment right away just made it that much more interesting.

How did I really feel about the idea of sharing her? Well, it made me feel lightheaded. It made me feel like I was on fire. It made me feel harder than I'd ever been before in my life. And more than anything it was filling me with an overwhelming desire to see it happen.

"I'd be open to the idea," I said.

She looked at me again, a long deep and searching look before she opened her mouth and spoke. "If you'd be open to it then I'd be open to it."

It was done. The die was cast. I'd thrown out my fantasy and it turns out she was into it. I don't know if I should feel relieved or terrified that she was into it, but it was too late to think about that now. I felt like we were barreling forward into something that could destroy us, but at the same time I was powerless to stop it from happening.

"So where do we go from here?"

"I think we just need to see how things play out," she said.

I grinned. That seemed like a good way to handle it. It didn't commit us to anything, there was a possibility we could go this entire vacation or for weeks, months, years without this actually happening. Something about the strength of this desire told me that I would go absolutely insane if I actually had to wait that long, but still. It was comforting to the more rational part of my brain to have that potential wait in place even as my cock and my id were screaming for satisfaction now.

"I think that sounds good," I said.

10: The Boat

Unfortunately for the terrified rational part of my brain but fortunately for my cock which was very curious about where this was going to go it wasn't long at all before we found ourselves in a situation to really test the bet and our new agreement.

It was only a few minutes later that we heard the sound of a motor. A boat pulled up close to shore and close to us and shut the engine off. The thing was a decent size, one of those speed boat types that looked like it had an area below decks as well as the stuff up top. What looked like a mirrored window running the length of the boat's stern just added to that impression of a hidden area down below. And just like I'd seen earlier a couple of guys, different from the ones I'd seen before, called out to people in the water.

"Hey ladies! Who wants to go for a boat ride?"

Lindsay looked at me and I saw a twinkle in her eye.

"So what do you think babe? Want to test out the bet with these guys?"

I paused and thought about that. It was abundantly clear what she meant by "testing the bet" and it had a whole new meaning now that we'd had our conversation about my fantasy. Still despite being on the edge of maybe fulfilling that fantasy I hesitated. Hanging out on the beach together was one thing, but hopping onto a strange boat with a couple of guys was another thing entirely. I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. There were horror movies that started like that.

I looked over to the boat and tried to get a good look at the guys who were calling out to the crowd and using the boat to try and pull in some unattached ladies. I also noticed Lindsay was staring at them pretty intently which piqued my interest.

There were two guys on the boat and both looked pretty muscular. Both looked to be about the same age as us, though when I saw their clothes I revised that estimate down by a couple of years. One of them wore a suit that had some sort of Greek letters on it which meant they were probably fraternity guys. I had no idea which letters they were or which frat they were from, but just knowing they were in a frat was enough to give me pause.

I looked back to Lindsay and the rational side of my brain was screaming even as my cock twitched against her. I knew that look.

"We said we wanted to go on a boat," Lindsay said. "This is a way to do it for free and maybe have a little fun!"

"I don't know. You know what they use those boats for honey…"

She arched an eyebrow. "Really? Please tell me what they use those boats for. I have no idea!"

I decided she was being sarcastic, but I was going to go ahead and tell her anyways. Rational me was in control for the moment, though he was in very real danger of losing out to aroused me who was screaming to just go along with this newfound opportunity.

"The kind of guys who try to get random girls to hop on their boat are the kind of guys who are trying to get random girls alone on those boats so they can get drunk and do what happens with guys and girls who are alone on a boat out in the middle of the ocean drunk. Do you really think that's appropriate?"

Lindsay rolled her eyes. "I figured you'd be happy if that's what those guys are out for."

I blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"Well if those guys are really only interested in getting girls out in the ocean to fuck them and they invite us on their boat then that means you win your bet and we get to try out your fantasy!"

I shook my head. This was going fast. Faster than I was comfortable with. Slower than my twitching cock wanted. I was a confusing jumble of emotions now that the moment was upon us and there was a very real chance some of my more forbidden fantasies could be fulfilled. Plus I didn't figure those dudes would want me along for the ride anyways and the last thing I wanted was Lindsay going off on the ocean all on her own with a couple of strangers. That was dangerous for her and it ruined the component of the fantasy where I really wanted to watch.

"I'm not going to win my bet if it means you're going out on a boat all alone with those guys," I said. "There's not a chance in hell they're going to invite me along."

Lindsay smiled. "So if they do invite you along that means they're not just interested in getting me alone to fuck me, right?"

"Well…"

To be perfectly honest I was distracted by her talking so candidly about other guys wanting to fuck her. It was a big change from just five minutes ago before we had that conversation. It was overwhelming my good senses. Good senses that were telling me this was too much too soon. That I needed to put my foot down and say no before this went any further. That we needed to find an opportunity to explore this nice and slow where there was no danger of someone getting hurt, as though it was really possible to explore this fantasy without that ever present danger.

Only Lindsay took the decision out of my hands before I had a chance to tell her I didn't think this was a very good idea.

"Come on honey," she said. "Let's go for a ride on a boat!"

And then she was splashing off towards the boat. She was a stronger swimmer than me and she already had a head start so I knew she'd be talking to them before I could get over there. Damn it. And I had a pretty good idea of exactly what kind of "boat ride" those guys would like my wife to be taking with them!

By the time I splashed over she was already talking with the guys.

"Sure you can come!" One of them said. He had dark shaggy hair that was completely dry despite the fact that they were on a boat in the middle of the fucking ocean. He was pretty good-looking with broad shoulders and a muscular chest. I was immediately suspicious. I was especially suspicious of the way he was staring at my wife even as I was turned on by his intense scrutiny. Okay, so it seemed that I also had some jealousy issues to work through if this fantasy was going to be a real thing even if it was the jealousy that was precisely what made it so hot in the first place.

"Great!" Lindsay said. She turned around and gestured for me to go towards the boat. I swam over and started climbing the ladder but stopped at a hostile glare from the blonde one.

"Whoa! Wait just one minute," second guy said. This one had blonde hair. It was cut pretty close and he had bright blue eyes. He wasn't quite as broad shouldered as the first one, but it was obvious he stayed in shape. Both of these frat types looked like they spent more time in the gym than they did hitting the books. At least that had been my experience with the frat types I knew from my own classes when I was still in school.

"What's the problem?" Lindsay asked.

"We said you could come, we didn't say anything about your buddy here," blonde said.

Lindsay turned to me and grinned. I knew exactly what she was thinking. She was thinking that Blondie's reaction came suspiciously close to what I'd warned her about. I couldn't help but fix her with a smile of my own. She stuck her tongue out at me and then winked. Obviously she wasn't quite as upset about the idea of losing this bet now that she knew what some of the underpinnings of said bet were.

Still, despite the challenge from Blondie it didn't seem that Lindsay was going down without a fight. She fixed the guy challenging her with a glare. "If my husband doesn't come then I don't either."

The first guy, the one with the dark hair who invited Lindsay up in the first place blinked when he heard the word "husband" getting tossed around. Still, it didn't seem that the word was going to be enough to deter him from trying to get Lindsay on their boat. He turned to his buddy who was giving us trouble with an irritated glare. He started muttering to Blondie, and they were far enough away from Lindsay that she probably couldn't overhear what they were saying. I was close enough that I could make out some of their conversation.

"Don't ruin this for me man!" dark hair said.

"You don't bring extra sausage to a clambake bro!" Blondie whispered.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. These guys were definitely as eloquent as I'd come to expect from frat jock types. Whatever. I started moving down the ladder, still only half listening to what they were saying. It's not like it mattered since with the way their conversation was going it didn't seem like we were going to be getting on this damn boat anyways.

"You see how hot that chick is? That's the kind of chick that you invite even if she is attached."

I paused. This sounded interesting.

"So what? She's married!"

"That's just a ring on her finger man, besides you can always get a girl like that away from the attachment! It's about the challenge man. You saw how she looked at me," dark hair said. "Don't make me pull rank on you!"

How she looked at him? Now what on earth had my naughty little wife done to make this guy think he had a chance with her despite the wedding ring on her finger? Curioser and curioser. She'd only had a minute ahead of me at the boat but it seemed like she'd used that minute to great effect if he was arguing this vehemently on our behalf.

Blondie rolled his eyes and I looked up, my interest suddenly piqued. I turned to Lindsay who smiled up at me and I wondered how much of this she was hearing. Of course I had a feeling that even if she could hear what they were saying she'd pretend she couldn't. This conversation was dangerously close to the sort of conversation that would allow me to win the bet no problem, and despite her newfound willingness to be a little playful I didn't think she'd throw the bet entirely. No, she was going to make me work for it, that or she had something planned. I wasn't sure which idea turned me on more.

"Fine," Blondie said with an annoyed sigh.

Both of them turned to smile at us and Blondie waved me up. "Fine, you can come."

He still had a look on his face as though he'd swallowed something sour that he didn't care for, but at least he agreed. Not that I was particularly happy that he agreed to let me aboard. From the sound of their conversation it seemed like dark hair was intent on getting Lindsay away from me. I turned and looked at her and she had an innocent smile on her face. An innocent smile and a twinkle in her eye that made me think she could hear everything they said.

This was definitely shaping up to be one hell of an interesting boat ride.

I pulled myself the rest of the way up on the boat and turned to give Lindsay a hand. I was also made painfully aware of just how transparent her bikini was. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination, with two dark circles where her nipples were pressing out with the sudden contact with the air and a dark patch down below outlining the landing strip she'd shaved leading down to her delectable pussy. I licked my lips and glanced over to the two frat jocks who'd been arguing over whether or not we should even be allowed on the boat.

Dark hair elbowed Blondie with a stupid grin on his face, and Blondie stared as Lindsay got out of the water. He had a completely hypnotized look on his face, and I had a feeling he was already starting to rethink his decision to argue against letting Lindsay on the boat in the first place. The meaning behind that elbow jab was plain enough for me. It was a triumphant acknowledgment that dark hair had been right.

Then both of them noticed me looking and they took control of themselves. They seemed to mentally shake themselves and then they were all smiles. Hell, if I was seeing Lindsay for the first time and my first glance of her was in that bikini that revealed so much then I'd be all smiles too.

I also had to admit that the heady combination of seeing my wife showing off almost everything like that and playing it up all innocent coupled with those guys looking at her like they wanted nothing more than to have one of them at either end fucking her brains out had my cock rock hard. I had to lean down and adjust it so it wasn't too terribly obvious. I wasn't particularly worried about Lindsay seeing me with a hard on, after the way she'd been grinding against me in the ocean and now that she knew about my fantasy that probably was no surprise, but at the same time I didn't want to be seen in a compromising position like that with frat bro one and frat bro two watching.

We moved to a spot at the front of the boat and sat down next to each other while those two guys talked to a crowd of girls gathered at the ladder. A couple of them were shooting dirty looks in our direction, but I didn't care. My mind was on what had just happened. I leaned in close to Lindsay.

"So do I win the bet yet?"

She looked at me. "What are you talking about?"

"You heard the way those two guys were talking about you," I said. "That guy that invited you up on the boat is going to try and get you away for me."

Lindsay winked at me. "I didn't hear anything like that! Besides, if you're going to win that bet then it seems like there are way more fun ways for you to win.."

I swallowed. That seemed full of promise. "What fun ways for me to win did you have in mind exactly?"

"Oh I don't know," Lindsay said. "I'm a good faithful girl who wants to stay true to her husband, right? Surely nothing is going to happen while we're out on the ocean with those two sexy college studs."

I leaned back and tried to concentrate on anything but the rock hard erection in my swim trunks. I had to adjust myself so that it wasn't so obvious what was tenting out from my shorts. Hearing her talk like that, seeing them staring at her like that, hearing them talk about what they wanted to do to my blushing bride, it was all too much. I was on the verge of blowing a load in my swim trunks which would've been very bad at the start of this little boat ride.