Betting My Bride: A Hotwife Novel (8 page)

It seemed like Lindsay wanted to make sure she got put into a position where she was going to lose the bet in a major way, and all of the major ways for her to lose the bet were running through my head and not helping at all with the hard situation between my legs!

This was insane. Throwing my wife to the fire like that just to win a bet, but I had to admit that just how turned on I was at the thought of those two guys talking about her like that entered into my decision ever so slightly. My cock was positively throbbing with the combination of her in that bikini and the memories of how they'd been looking at her. The memories of that guy "stumbling" against her were still fresh in my memory as well. Basically I was a man with a hard cock, and men thinking with their hard cocks are not exactly well-known for their good decision-making skills.

"Fine," I said. "We'll just wait until we have undeniable proof."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Lindsay asked.

Oh yes I would like that. I would like that very much, and she was well aware of it.

11: Boat Ride

The ocean spray hitting my face every time the speedboat hit a wave was pretty fun. The wind whipping through our hair, Lindsay beside me with my arm around her as she snuggled up against me much to the annoyance of the two guys who'd invited us onto their boat.

Blondie, it turned out his name was John, had invited a pretty petite brunette up onto the boat. Lindsay and that girl, I think her name was Cindy, were the only girls they brought up. Which meant there was a definite imbalance of dicks to pussy.

I figured that was by design though. I figured that somehow the dark haired guy, his name was Dan, was going to do his best to try and get Lindsay away from me. I'm not sure how he planned on pulling that off with me right on the boat with him.

I was definitely going to keep an eye on him. I thought about mentioning to Lindsay just how obvious they were being with three guys and only two girls but decided against it. It was loud enough with the boat running at full speed that I'd have to yell to be heard, and I definitely didn't want any of the other people on the boat to hear about our little bet.

I figured that would just fuel the fire.

And yet there was a part of me that wanted that fire to be fueled. I glanced back to Dan and John who had huge smiles on their faces as though they were having the greatest time. And I saw the way their eyes tended to gravitate towards Lindsay, to where her body was jiggling and bouncing in a most hypnotic way. Her suit had dried off somewhat in the wind so the transparent show was over, but that didn't make her any less sexy.

The way they were looking at her had my cock rock hard. I couldn't explain it, I didn't know exactly what was happening to me, I wasn't sure if this was even a fantasy that I wanted fulfilled, and yet all I could think about was Dan at one end of my wife and John at the other end, both of them plowing into her and her body bouncing back and forth for a completely different reason than the motion in the ocean.

I turned to Lindsay and she smiled. I smiled back. If only she knew what was running through my mind. Maybe if we were fucking I could integrate it into some dirty talk, but it definitely wasn't something we could discuss here. Not with those two guys right there. I figured if they overheard anything about the bet or my fantasy then all bets would be off, and I didn't want all bets to be off.

I glanced over my shoulder towards the beach. Only the beach was pretty damn far away now. It looked like they were taking us out into open water. Not that I was too terribly worried. The speedboat was big enough, these guys had to have some money. Or, considering they looked about the same age as us, it was probably more likely that one of them had a parent who had some money. It's not like many people our age were fabulously wealthy all on their own. I smiled as that thought ran through my mind.

Either way the weather was clear and it's not like we had to worry about getting caught out in a storm in this day and age with modern weather forecasting.

We continued on until land was just a thin sliver in the distance one way and it was nothing but ocean as far as the eye could see in all directions and fluffy white clouds floating in the distance the other way.

"So either of you girls ever been for a swim in the open ocean?" John asked.

Lindsay looked unsure of herself, more unsure than she'd been when we were climbing onto a boat with two strangers. Cindy looked at them and smiled.

"No! But I'm willing to try," she said.

"I've never done it either, but it could be fun," Lindsay said.

"You bet your ass it's fun!" Dan said.

I decided to ignore how they'd ignored me when they were asking if anyone had ever been out swimming in the open ocean. I had, but they weren't asking me so I wasn't answering them.

Lindsay turned and grinned. "Are you going to go honey?"

I looked over to the two guys and then back to her. I probably should've agreed to go ahead and jump in. Only at the moment an idea was starting to form in my head. I was starting to wonder what might happen if Lindsay was out there alone with a horny frat jock while I was staying on the boat.

"You go ahead honey," I said. "I think I'm going to soak up some sun."

Lindsay glanced to the guys over at the controls and then back to me. It was a nervous glance and I had to fight the urge to smile. Maybe she was just a little worried about Dan's intentions and this fantasy we were exploring after all, no matter how confident she acted. Her hand snaked out and then it was running along my cock for a moment as she leaned in close enough to whisper.

"Are you sure about that? If I'm all alone out in the ocean like that then things might happen," she whispered.

Damn. That was so fucking hot. Her hand on my cock was so fucking hot. I couldn't believe I was going along with this but "things happening in the ocean" sounded like a really fucking great idea to me!

"I don't know, they seem innocent enough," I said. "I think you should go and have some innocent fun."

"If you say so honey," she said with a mischievous smile and a twinkle to her eyes.

I stared at my blushing bride's ass as she moved to the back of the boat where they were getting ready to hop in. The die was cast and the mixture of terror and arousal coursing through me had me wondering if winning a bet and fueling this impossible fantasy was worth throwing my blushing bride to the frat jock wolves.

12: Innocent Swim

I leaned back against the side of the boat and closed my eyes. Forced myself to breathe. I heard splashes and giggling from the other side of the boat and I concentrated on the rocking motion in a vain attempt to try and distract myself from what I'd just done.

What the hell was I thinking? Was I really so eager to fulfill this ridiculous fantasy that I was going to let my new wife go swimming with a couple of guys who obviously wanted to be all over her? Was it worth having these guys hitting on her and potentially doing more under the waves?

Jealousy and arousal were fighting inside me and it felt like arousal was winning. Not that I was particularly worried about how she'd react. She'd married me, after all. It's not like she was going to suddenly run off with another guy even if she did end up having a little fun out there in the water.

And that thought was adding yet another layer of confusion to the whole thing. Because while the idea of her running off with another guy and leaving me was terrifying, at the same time the idea of her maybe having that aforementioned little bit of fun with another guy, like say maybe getting up close and personal with one of those muscular frat jock types, had me excited. It was making my cock rock hard. Almost as hard as I'd be if I was getting up close and personal with my wife on my own.

Which I hadn't been able to since we became man and wife, but I figured that would be rectified tonight. And it would be one hell of a fuck session considering how worked up I was. Considering that she'd be my slave for a day when we started our first married fuck session.

I was starting to seriously wonder what the hell was wrong with me. Where the hell these thoughts came from. Why the hell they were so compelling.

More splashing. More giggling. I couldn't see what was happening, but that was definitely Lindsay and Cindy laughing. Both of them sounded like they were having a good time. How much of a good time was my wife having with those guys?

I needed to see, only I wasn't sure how I could do that without being seen. I figured I could go and peer over the edge, try to see what was going on, but they'd probably figure out what I was doing. The boat was a decent size. I'd seen a door leading down below next to the wheel when I came aboard.

I opened my eyes. It was a big boat with an area down below. There were also reflective windows running along the side of the boat. Windows I could look through if I snuck down there. A plan formed. A way I could try to see what was going on without making myself known.

As quietly as possible I made my way forward to the wheel. I'm sure there was some nautical term for it, but fuck if I knew what it was. I doubt if these two guys knew what it was either. Maybe the helm? I'll be the first to admit that most of my knowledge of naval terms came from old episodes of Star Trek.

I moved to the door, hatch, whatever, in between the wheel and the passenger seat. I opened the door quietly and moved down. I looked around the cramped room and shook my head in grudging admiration. There wasn't much room down here, but there was enough room for a bed. A bed that could fit a few people. You could have one hell of an orgy down here if you had half a mind and everyone was careful where they put everything. I'm sure those guys had exactly that sort of thing in mind when they rented this particular boat. I'm sure that was the main selling feature!

Of course more importantly it had a selling feature that I needed right now. Sure enough there were windows running along the length from the inside and while they were reflective on the outside I could see out just fine. I could get a good look outside and they wouldn't see me watching.

And they were out there swimming right by the boat. The windows gave me a clear view of everything.

Jackpot.

I couldn't believe what an incredible view it provided. Maybe this boat was a little more expensive to rent than I'd initially thought. Whatever. I had a clear view of Lindsay and the others as they were swimming. I couldn't really hear what was going on, the walls of the boat were too well insulated for that, but I could definitely see. And what I saw out there had my cock hard.

Initially they were just splashing around and laughing, but as I looked I saw Dan moving closer to Lindsay. And then he was right on top of her.

Lindsay laughed and glanced nervously towards the boat, but then he must've done something under the water because her mouth went wide right along with her eyes and I could definitely hear the scream she let out even through the walls.

There was absolutely no doubt in my mind he'd touched her somehow. He'd grabbed her underwater where I couldn't see. The water was clear, but not so clear that I could see what was going on through the tinted windows. Only the expression on her face told me everything I needed to know. Yeah, she was definitely having some fun out there. This was what I wanted, wasn't it?

What was going on where I couldn't see? Had he tried to grab her tits? Did he run his hand along her stomach? Did he reach down and try to grab her ass?

If anything, not knowing exactly what was going on was even hotter than if I could see everything. Not knowing what happened meant my mind could fill in all the details, and my mind was filling in some pretty vivid details as I watched them. Even though I'm pretty sure he hadn't actually pressed his cock against her even though that was one salacious detail my brain was filling in. That would've been impossible, but it didn't stop my treacherous brain from going to that place. Why the hell was my brain going to that place? And why the hell was my cock so rock hard as my brain took us to that place?

I knew exactly why my cock and my brain were taking me to that place. It was an obsession. I sure as hell didn't know exactly what was going on out there, but I sure as hell knew I liked it! I was practically up against the glass as I stared, looking intently for any sign of movement.

Lindsay swam away from Dan but he followed with a grin on his face. A distinctly predatory grin. A grin that said he was a man on the hunt, he had his prey in sight, and he had a pretty good idea that he actually had a chance with her.

I wondered if she'd actually give into his advances. I wanted to be able to watch and she had no way of knowing whether or not I was enjoying the show, but she was smiling as she splashed away from him and shouted loud enough to be heard once more. Damn. I couldn't deny how hot it was making me thinking about her giving into some strange guy's advances.

John and Cindy were a doing a little dance of their own. Only she wasn't trying to get away from him. No, they were just swimming in a circle, their bodies obviously pressed together. I had no doubt that Dan was hoping to emulate them with my new bride. The question was how far would she let things go? Did she have any idea that I was secretly watching them safe behind the reflective windows?

And as though thoughts of me up on the boat were enough to draw Lindsay's attention through some unspoken mental bond, she glanced up to the boat as though she was looking for me. Only I wasn't up there. I wasn't making any noise. For all she knew I'd abandoned her entirely to this guy.

I saw flash of something in her eyes. A flash of annoyance. Maybe even anger. Was she upset that I wasn't down there protecting her honor after all her insistence that her honor didn't need protected in the first place? After all her teasing about losing the bet in a major way?

Thinking of that just added fuel to the inexplicable arousal I was feeling as I watched the game of sexy cat and mouse playing out in front of me in the water. He caught up to her. His arms shot out and then they were wrapped around her. And it didn't really surprise me at all when Lindsay didn't do anything to push him away.

No, she glanced up towards the boat once more and seemed to be listening for a moment, and when she was satisfied of whatever it was she was listening for she turned back to him with a wide grin on her face. I raised an eyebrow. Now what was going on here? This was definitely interesting behavior from my new bride and it was so fucking hot because it was exactly the sort of behavior I'd been fantasizing about. Seeing Lindsay smiling at that guy felt almost as intense as though I was watching them fuck right in front of me!

I didn't dare blink as I watched them move closer together. Closer. So damn close. My cock was throbbing and it was all I could do not to reach down and pull it out as it seemed like they were almost to the point of brushing their lips together.

One thing was for sure, I couldn't see what was going on under the water but from the way they were embracing one another there was no doubt they were pressing up against each other. There was no doubt that right before my eyes another man was experiencing the incredible treasures that were my wife's gorgeous petite body. That he was pressing up against, feeling her body pressing against him in that impossibly tight and barely-there bikini.

Speaking of her impossibly tight and barely-there bikini. As I watched I saw one of those thin strips of cloth covering her tits come into view. And I was treated to that thin strip of cloth, almost transparent in the water, coming into view because his hand was clearly gripping her tit and pulling it up as he manhandled her under the water. I blinked.

It had all been hypothetical up until that moment. Up until I saw that. Sure I could imagine another man's hands running along my wife's body, but there was still the possibility that it was just wishful thinking on my part. That it was just fantasy.

Only this was incontrovertible proof. I saw his hand on her tits. I saw his thumb running along the clearly visible contours of her nipple pressing out through that thin white strip of cloth.

Another man had his hand on my wife's tits and she wasn't doing anything to stop him! No, if anything she seemed to be enjoying it. She had a thin secretive smile on her face and she glanced up at the boat again. Her mouth was hanging open and it looked like she was breathing heavily.

I couldn't fucking believe it. She was actually letting him feel her up! Well, there was no question in my mind now. I'd won the bet and I'd won it fair and square. I'd also won it in one hell of a major way just like she'd promised!

Then something happened that turned me on even as it chilled me to the bone. I thought I could detect a slight motion in the ocean that had absolutely nothing to do with the motion in the ocean. Lindsay was rising up and down, it was slow, almost imperceptible, but I was watching like a hawk and so I could see it.

And after seeing him grabbing her tits I had to wonder. Was she rising up and down like that because he was grinding against her with his cock covered by his suit, or was there something else going on under the water? That sight made me feel like I'd been punched in the gut. It made me realize all at once that I'd let this go entirely too far. I'd let it go to a place I wasn't quite ready for. My attempt to win a bet, my desire to see this fantasy fulfilled, had taken us to this impossible place where there was a very real possibility my new wife had another man's cock against her pussy, maybe even in her.

I seriously doubted it was the latter, but I'd also seriously doubted she'd let another man feel her up like that before I saw the proof happening right in front of my very eyes! And as hot as it was, as lightheaded as it made me feel, as hot as that thought made me feel, it just wasn't something that I could process right now.

I needed to do something. I needed to get up there, and I needed to get up there fast! There was no telling what could happen if I let this go any further. I'd won the damn bet. I'd seen my fantasy fulfilled in a way I never would've imagined possible. There was nothing else to prove, and I was filled with a deep and abiding terror.

I scrambled out and without thinking I ran to the edge of the boat, to where they were having their forbidden tryst, and I jumped over the side.

"Cannonball!"

As I went over the edge everything came in brief glimpses. A brief glimpse of Cindy and John cuddled next one another in the water looking up with interest and then Cindy looking annoyed as I hurtled towards the water. A look of surprise and then a thin smile on Lindsay's face as she stared up at me, still being embraced by Dan.

I even caught a quick glimpse of his hand still groping her tits, though the instant I appeared and screamed he quickly pulled his hand back. They moved apart. If I hadn't been looking while I was rushing over the side I might have missed it.

Then I hit the water. It was surprisingly warm, and it really hit hard. I didn't care about any of that bullshit though. No, all I cared about was what Lindsay and Dan were up to. When I came to the surface the two of them were a good five feet away from one another in the water splashing around and laughing. If I hadn't seen them through the window I'd have no idea what the hell had just happened. But I knew. I'd seen it.

Lindsay turned and smiled. "Glad to see you decided to join us!"

I smiled right back at her. There was so much that we needed to talk about, but this wasn't the place. Not while we were out essentially on the open ocean even if we were within sight of land with two guys who could decide to leave us out here if I decided to rock the boat too much.

"Yeah," I said. "Someone has to keep you honest, right?"

I had the satisfaction of watching the smile plastered on her face disappear for the briefest of moments. It was another one of those things that if I hadn't been looking for it I would've missed it. Only once more I was looking for it. I was studying her face intently. I was watching for any sign that something was amiss, something wasn't quite right.