Betting My Bride: A Hotwife Novel (9 page)

And so I saw that brief flash of doubt cross her face. That brief moment of worry at the tone in my voice. And I wondered if that brief moment of worry was because of what she'd done with another guy, if she was more worried about losing the bet, or if she was worried she might've gone too far too fast.

I had no way of knowing. It was all too damn confusing.

Hell, I was still so confused myself. I liked the idea of another man feeling her up like that, I particularly liked the idea of her letting something like that happen while I was so close, and yet I was filled with worry even as my cock was rock hard when I thought about it. I couldn't deny how it made me feel. I couldn't deny how fucking sexy that had been, as ridiculous as it seems to think of another man feeling up my wife as a sexy thing.

Of course there were no more "sexy" incidents after I hopped in the water with them. No, Lindsay was on her best behavior after that, and Dan didn't make any more moves. Which was just fine with me. We splashed around and had some fun, and I probably would've enjoyed myself if not for the fact that the entire time I was glancing between Lindsay and Dan looking for any sign that they were acknowledging what had just happened.

Eventually the splashing around and the fun came to an end and we all piled back onto the boat as it got dark. Dan pulled the boat around and then we were making our way back towards shore. A shoreline that was starting to light up as the sun disappeared. Lindsay came over to sit next to me and snuggled close, the warmth of her body feeling incredible even as my mind raced. It looked like she wanted to say something, but we couldn't exactly talk over the sound of the engine revving. Not without going down below.

Besides, I needed some time to be alone with my thoughts. I needed time to process everything that had happened today. Everything I'd witnessed. What did it all mean? Did I want to keep pushing the boundaries, particularly today of all days?

I knew what my hard cock was telling me as Lindsay snuggled up against me and smiled.

13: Discoveries

When we got back to the marina Lindsay stopped for a moment and talked with Dan at the back of the boat. I leaned back and let it happen, though I wasn't sure exactly why I was leaning back and letting it happen. Things had already gone too far out on the ocean, but now that we were back in the marina I felt a little more secure about the two of them talking.

I also have to admit that part of the reason why I was willing to go along with them chatting with each other in the back of the boat was because of how throbbing hard my cock was. It felt like every time I was about to take control the situation, every time the rational part of my brain was about to take over and have me step in and tell Lindsay how crazy this was, I'd remember what they were doing out on the ocean, my cock took the reins, and there was nothing I could do but go along for the ride.

He pulled out his phone and tapped something into it as they talked and she glanced over towards me and winked while Dan had his face buried in his phone. That left no doubt what was going on. He was getting her phone number, and I found myself wondering exactly why he'd need my wife's phone number even as I knew exactly why he'd be getting her number. Did I want him to have her phone number?

Yeah, I wanted him to have her number.

Then she was back up at the front of the boat, all smiles. "Ready to go honey?"

"I'm ready if you are," I said.

It was mostly quiet on our walk back to the hotel. I say mostly quiet because we were occasionally interrupted by her phone buzzing. I looked at her with a cocked eyebrow as she pulled her phone out, smiled, and tapped into it. At least she wasn't trying to hide anything. I looked down at the screen and saw a number I didn't recognize, but the first text was Dan telling her it was his number.

I thought about talking about everything that happened on the boat as we made our way back to the hotel, but I didn't. I wanted to wait until we were back at the hotel. I wanted to wait until we were in a somewhat private spot before we talked about everything that had happened.

"Having a fun conversation with Dan?" I asked when we finally got back to the hotel.

Lindsay shrugged as we stepped onto the elevator. "I guess. How much fun it is depends on how much fun you want to have babe."

"What do you mean?"

The elevator doors opened and we stepped off. A moment later we were in the room and Lindsay was pressing me up against the door. Her mouth was against mine and her hand was down feeling my cock as she grinded against me. It was a surprise, but it was one hell of a pleasant surprise.

"I'm going to go take a quick shower," she said. "And I'm going to leave my phone out on the night stand."

I stood dumbfounded as she pulled off her bikini top and shimmied out of her bottoms. I raised an eyebrow, understandably distracted from all the thoughts that had been running through my head up until that moment. All those conflicting emotions were suddenly replaced by an overwhelming desire for my wife. I took a step towards her and she turned around to smile at me, looking absolutely radiant in her naked glory. God her body was perfect. She was perfect. I loved her so fucking much!

Which made me all the more conflicted considering everything that happened today, but no. I was more interested in her standing naked in front of me and less interested in what happened on that boat earlier. Less interested in the buzzing from her phone even as she stood there looking at me with a smile.

She held up a finger and wagged it at me. "Oh no you don't bad boy. We might have some fun, but not until I've had a shower."

I arched an eyebrow of my own but I didn't say anything. I wondered what her game was. I wondered what I was going to find on her phone which she was obviously leaving out for me to see. And my mind was filled with the image of Dan's hands on her tits earlier in the day. It made me short of breath. It made blood pumped straight down to my cock. In short, it was overwhelming me.

So I nodded and plopped down on the bed. Turned on the TV. Lindsay nodded in satisfaction and wheeled around, her hair flying, and sashayed into the bathroom.

I waited until the water started, and then for good measure I waited a couple more minutes to be sure she was actually committed to her shower. I knew exactly how long it took her to get ready, it felt like a small eternity sometimes, particularly if she was getting ready for a night out on the town. I'm not sure why I was waiting to look at the phone when it seemed like she was handing it to me with a gift wrapped invitation, but I waited until I figured I had plenty of time.

I glanced over to the nightstand. To where her phone buzzed once more. She'd left it out there for some reason. I reached out and picked it up. It opened up her text messages.

Just as I suspected. There was a series of texts in there from that unfamiliar number. No name assigned to it in her contacts, but there was that message at the top clearly identifying it as Dan from the boat. My breath was coming in gasps. My pulse was already running at a frantic pace and I felt like I was on the verge of having a stroke, having a heart attack, because my body was working in overdrive.

I scrolled to the top.

"Hey, this is Dan."

"I'm walking back to the hotel with my husband," Lindsay texted back. "He might get suspicious."

I felt as though I'd been punched in the gut. Was she sneaking around on me? But that was ridiculous. She was texting right in front of me. She left her phone out for me to find. It was obvious she was just playing along with this guy and as that realization dawned on me I felt as though my cock had never been harder in my life.

"So? He was suspicious on the boat, but that didn't stop you from getting a little naughty in the water…"

"You're bad!"

"Not as bad as you were ;-)," he sent back.

"Well it was really his fault for pushing me so far with that bet..."

I felt as though a somebody was grabbing me and throttling all of the air out of me. She told him about the bet? Well I suppose that was maybe an easier way to break the ice and get him to come after her than letting him know I was into watching my wife with another man. I suppose that answered the question of what they'd been talking about while I was on the other side of the window unable to hear. Was that how this whole thing got started? I just didn't know enough. I didn't know enough. And I wanted to know more. I wanted to see more.

"Pushing you right to me. I'm not complaining!"

I couldn't believe it as I was reading this. It was all so fucking hot. He thought she was cheating on me, and somehow that made it even sexier because I was in on the whole fucking thing!

"So you want to come back to the boat tonight? Ditch hubby and finish what we started in the ocean today?"

Damn it. I needed details about earlier in the water. When I'd been watching them together I was wondering what was going on under the surface. Now here he was talking about it, making a direct reference to that moment that had driven me insane, and yet he wasn't telling me what actually happened. I desperately wanted to know what had happened, damn it, and I was more angry that I wasn't getting the information I craved than I was about the little infidelity happening in the first place!

"I don't know…"

"That's not what you were saying earlier…"

"But he might suspect."

"What about the bet?" he asked.

"What about the bet?" she shot back

"You said whoever wins that bet becomes slave for a day," he said. "So it seems to me that if you win that bet you could make him do whatever you wanted. Including figuring out a way to get rid of him while you pop down to the boat for a little while."

"Just a little while? ;-)"

"You know I'd take you all night if I could," he said. "But it would sort of ruin the fun if we had a jealous husband coming down to try and beat the crap out of me. I wouldn't want to embarrass him in front of his woman."

"Uh-huh. Keep dreaming buddy," she said. "I was naughty earlier, but that's all you're getting. I'm a married woman!"

Huh. She was making a token show of fidelity even though she knew I obviously wouldn't care about that. Why was I disappointed that she was making a token show of fidelity? Why did I want her to drop the pretense and go out to that boat and jump into this asshole's arms? Weird.

"Just think about it. I'll be sitting here imagining your sexy body against me again..."

"You're so bad!"

Damn it. I was so fucking turned on! I was so fucking confused!

I was completely adrift. I didn't know what to think of this situation. I'd gone from developing this weird fantasy to coming to a point where it could actually be fulfilled in such a short amount of time. Though I suppose it would be more accurate to say that the fantasy had probably always been there under the surface and it was only recently that it had actually roared to life in a major way.

That's just semantics. The point I'm trying to make is that I was stuck with this fantasy, I'd revealed to my wife, and now judging from the text messages she was getting there was a very real chance we were in one hell of a position to fulfill the fantasy. The question was, did I want to do it?

I looked over to the shower. Listened to the sounds of Lindsay cleaning off in there. Was she cleaning herself in preparation for one hell of a wedding night with me, or was she rinsing off and getting ready for one hell of a forbidden night with Dan?

I didn't know. I just didn't know. And I wasn't entirely sure how to process this.

I thought back to yesterday. To when all of this had started in a really major way. And I realized that there was someone who I might be able to talk to about this. A man who seemed to know a little bit about having other men appreciate his wife. A man who had appreciated my own wife even as he'd watched me appreciating his trophy wife.

Winston.

The only question was would he even be up? He was an older guy, after all, though I wasn't sure exactly what his age was. Old enough to be the president of a major investment bank in our town. Yet he gave me his card and said to call him if I had any questions at all. And at the time it seemed like "any questions" definitely applied to a little more than just financial issues.

So it was probably one hell of a time difference, I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but I figured I'd give it a try. At the worst the text message would go ignored until the next morning.

I pulled out his card and added him to my contacts. I tapped out a quick message.

"Hey Winston, its James from the lingerie store yesterday. Are you up?"

I didn't have to wait long before my phone beeped and there was actually a response to read "Definitely!"

"You sure it isn't too late?"

"Not at all," he texted back. "I'm usually working late anyways. What's up?"

I thought about that for a moment. What was up indeed? I was only facing an existential crisis to my entire marriage where my base desires were fighting against what I knew to be the right thing to do. What society told me was the right thing to do when you were married. What the whole world said was right about monogamy and a happy relationship.

"When we were at the store yesterday you mentioned showing off your wife…"

"That is one of the advantages of that store. Hell, that's one of the advantages of having a pretty wife like that!"

"So that doesn't make you jealous?"

"Far from it," he texted back. "She's a beautiful woman, and I enjoy seeing other men enjoying her."

I breathed a sigh of relief. It still felt as though he was beating around the bush just a little, but that felt like it was more or less a confirmation of what I'd figured after our conversation yesterday. At least that seemed as close to a confession as I was going to get!

"So what if I've discovered that I enjoy watching men enjoy my wife?"

There was a pause. And then finally a message. "Are you sure about that?"

"More sure than anything I've ever been sure about before," I said. "And we're kind of in a situation now where I have the opportunity to do a hell of a lot more than enjoy watching men watching her, if you get my drift."

"Well I'm not going to deny it's a dangerous game you're playing, son," Winston said. "But it's also one hell of an exciting game if you can play it the right way!"

"So do you play that game?"

"A little here and there," the answer came back.

"Is there any way to do it without risk?"

"If there wasn't a risk then it wouldn't be as exciting, now would it? You just have to decide for yourself if that risk is worth it to you."

I thought about that. It was the conclusion I'd already come to myself, and it made perfect sense.

"Thanks," I texted to him it. "I think that helps a little."

"Glad to be of service," Winston texted back. "And if this is something you decide you're interested in then I could introduce you to a few people who might help you out with that as well as helping you with your newfound wealth."

"I'll think about it," I said.

I put my phone back. He'd given me even more to think about, but at the same time I'd come to a conclusion. If it wasn't risky then it wouldn't be so much of a turn on. The question is was I willing to take a little bit of risk to my new marriage? And I realized that I already knew the answer to that. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.