At the angle I’m at, I can see Jackie’s face perfectly as her eyes fly open in surprise and her jaw drops.
Drew’s head begins to move as he attends to my wife. I can’t see what he’s doing, and I’m desperate to: but I can imagine it, only by watching the expression on her face. She stares down at him, her fingers clutching more fiercely at his hair with each passing bob of his head. “I can’t… I should really wait for… wait for...” I hear her say.
Her head falls back. Drew is working furiously on her pussy now, and she has forgotten all about what she should wait for. Her legs are trembling in his hands, starting to shake as she gets closer to coming. Drew has his tongue inside of my wife’s pussy, he’s licking her until she comes.
This is really happening.
“Oh, oh, oh my GOD!” she screams, and her legs almost fly out of his hands. She bucks her ass up from the lounge chair and into Drew’s mouth. He grips her fiercely and continues to eat her out. She grips his head and pulls him to her, and then as her orgasm winds down she tries to push him away.
But he is locked on her cunt, still going. She tips her head forward and looks down at him, open-mouthed. “I can’t,” she moans. “Oh, please, I can’t take any more… oh God, no, no more.”
Drew continues to eat my wife’s pussy.
I have no idea what to do. I am reeling from what I have seen: as much as I wanted it, it’s tearing me apart. Now it’s really happened: my wife has really let another man taste her cunt. And he’s still going at it, savoring her sweet juices, making her legs shake and her whole body shudder. He’s going to eat her out until she comes again.
I could put a stop to it, but I’m paralyzed.
I move toward the edge of the wooden fence and peer around it. My leg is hurting so I prop my knee up on a bench leaning against the wall. If I just lean out I can see the whole scene, from a better angle as Drew maws down on the wet center of Jackie’s mound.
At last, when she starts to mewl so wildly it sounds like she might pass out, he draws his face back from her pussy. I can see his tongue flick at her clit and the soaked lips of her cunt. She is so wet that his whole jaw is sticky with her cum and excitement. Her pussy is engorged, red and bursting beneath her trim line of hair. Her stomach rolls in waves as she tries to control herself.
Drew stands up and drops his boxers.
I watch my wife’s face as she drops her gaze from his face to his cock, which is erect and enormous, pointing out straight in front of him. It’s thick, ropes of blue vein wrapped around it, pulsing with his own excitement. The tip glistens with his precum, and when he looks at Jackie’s pleasure as she takes his cock in, the whole shaft pulses and it practically slaps him against his thigh. He takes it in his hand and begins to stroke himself while she watches.
Jackie opens her mouth and says, again, “I really should… um… wait...”
At this moment she moves her eyes lazily out at the water, and sees nothing. But as she is moving them back to Drew’s cock, I lean out a little further, and her eyes meet mine.
There are many things I could do at this point, but I do none of them.
I do nothing.
I suppose because, in the end, I really want Jackie to keep going. If I didn’t, wouldn’t I step around the fence and tell her to go back to our room?
Instead, I meet her eyes, and she meets mine, and then she looks back up at Drew as she leans forward. She reaches for his cock, and in seconds, it is in her hand.
She brings the crown of his dick to her lips and rubs it on them.
Now that Jackie knows I’m here, she seems to be putting on more of a performance. “Mmm,” she says, and she flutters her eyes to look back at Drew as she licks the fat bulb of his crown with the flat of her tongue. It’s an obscene, pornographic gesture: she has her mouth open like she’s twerking and she's rubbing his cock and his precum all over the blade of her tongue.
And then, she lowers her eyes to his cock, then very quickly over to me. Her eyes are on mine as her mouth stretches open and she takes Drew’s cock inside of her throat.
Drew clutches the back of her head and leans his own head back, moaning with pleasure as my wife’s mouth slides down the length of his shaft until her lips are almost at the base. His dick is so big she can’t go any further, even though he seems to be pulling hard on her head to try and get himself completely inside of her.
Jackie reaches a hand up to fill in the space between his pelvis and her lips, and with an expertise I was not aware she had, she starts to move her mouth and her hand in rhythm. Up and down she slides her mouth on Drew’s veiny cock, which is pulsing in her hand. I can hear the wet slurping from where I am, below the sound of Drew’s breathing and occasional grunt as my wife services him with her mouth.
And this whole time Jackie’s eyes are on mine. Burning through me, hanging over another man’s cock.
Drew’s abdomen flexes and he clutches Jackie’s hair more tightly. He’s going to come.
I wonder what Jackie will do.
She drops her eyes, and looks up at Drew submissively. But she keeps going, stroking his pulsing cock even more fervently, trying to milk the cum from him.
Drew looks down at her and pushes her head further on his cock as he lets out a groan.
And Jackie? She keeps her eyes on him as he dumps his load of cum in her throat.
I start to double over with the pain in my abdomen, which is just as much from the burning jealousy I feel as my hard dick. Jackie looks over at me and smiles as she releases Drew’s cock, which she still holds in her hand. With her eyes on mine, and a smile on her lips, she licks the length of Drew’s cock, all the way to the base. She breaks eye contact with me only briefly, to turn her head slightly and curl her tongue under his ball sack, lapping up the cum that has dribbled there.
She moves back along the length of his cock, sucks his crown into her mouth one last time, which causes him to groan again and push her away by her forehead.
He take his cock in his hand and holds it while Jackie leans back in the recliner.
“Dang, girl,” Drew says, and it is suddenly evident to me how much younger he is. He sighs, kicks his feet out of his swimming trunks, and kicks them aside. His cock is still semi-hard and bounces lightly with this movement.
He stretches. ‘I’m going for a swim,” he says. “You coming?”
Jackie smiles and looks over in my direction. Drew starts to follow her gaze and I duck behind the fence. I don’t know why: it isn’t as if I’m really hiding from anyone or anything here: everything goes at a place like this, after all.
“I have somewhere to be,” Jackie purrs. “You go ahead.”
I hear their lips meet, and I peer through the slats in the wood just in time to see Drew withdrawing from kissing my wife. “Hope to see you around,” he says. And then he stretches again and jumps into a dive into the pool (a dumb thing to do, in shallow water), and like a muscled knife, he is gone. Jackie smiles at him when he looks back. She waves.
I step around the deck carefully as soon as he’s gone.
Jackie has already stood up and is pulling her swimming bottoms on.
I stand at the other end of the deck, my chest heaving.
“Come on,” she says, still smiling, and her calm demeanor confuses me so much I simply follow her. We walk through Drew’s room and into the outdoor corridor outside. We are just doors away from our own room, and so there isn’t much time to say or do anything but follow Jackie, my slutty wife, into the hotel room. After hopping to the end of the hallways to retrieved my other crutch (sexy).
She produces a key from God knows where).
“Well?” she says, turning around to face me when the door closes.
I am still too shocked to speak.
I don’t know what to say or to do. My cock is aching and I want to slap her, I feel enraged and as vital as I ever have.
And Jackie, curiously – who was just a complete slut right in front of me – is stepping for
ward as if everything is totally fine, as if she didn’t do what she just did at all. She plays her fingers over my pants, touching my cock, smiling. “Did you like it?”
I have no idea what to say.
I gape at her, as she grins.
“I hope you do,” she says. “It was your Christmas present.”
My eyes bulge.
I’m not quite sure what’s happening here.
“Come on, Sy,” she says sitting down on the bed. She is spreading her legs and drawing a finger between her breasts sensually. “You don’t think I’d not read the fine print on a vacation package, do you?”
She flutters her eyes. Her finger travels down to the center of her bikini bottoms, where she traces it over her mound and starts to play with the hard bump of her clit through the fabric.
“You… you planned this?” I manage to stutter.
Jackie laughs and crosses her legs, throwing her hair back. “You mean it really worked?” she says, with a note of triumph. “I thought for sure, so many times, you had me all figured out.”
I stare at her. With her wild hair, her cum-stained bikini that hides her just-fucked pussy, and the gleam in her eyes, she looks nothing like my wife for a moment.
“I thought for sure it was all so obvious,” she says, and she hops onto the edge of the bed on her knees. She slides her hands down, into her bikini bottoms, out the legs, back up, where she pauses at her crotch, playing with her wet pussy. She brings her right hand up to her mouth and sucks her juices off her fingers with a pop. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” she says.
Devilishly.
“What?” I manage to say.
She is sliding her bikini off. It’s down to mid-thigh now. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to fuck my brains out right now. See for yourself what I feel like one last time before I get stretched out by a big, huge cock?”
I am on her before she finishes her sentence, and she starts to giggle but turns serious quickly as I push her onto the bed and jerk her bikini off so quickly it tears. I yank her right leg out of the material and push it to the side, staring down at the pussy that Drew explored just moments before.
My ears are still ringing with her suggestion, the barely-hidden idea that she might go further still.
She is pulling at my swimsuit, tearing it away from my cock. I’m so hard now that every moment is painful, and I can hardly wait to sink inside of her.
When I do, she is wildly wet. My cock sloshes inside her pussy, and takes almost no time for me to work up to near orgasm. But she wants to come again, I know because she is grinding against me and begging me to fuck her for just a little bit longer.
We come at the same time and it is the most violent orgasm I have experienced in my life. Her cunt tightens around my cock in wave after wave of heated, slick muscle. For a while I am dizzy. I don’t know how we ended up on the bed, side-by-side, or how long we are there before we start to talk.
My hand is on my forehead.
“So what the…?” I say.
She smiles. “You’ve been telling me forever how this was your fantasy,” she says.
There is a long pause before she starts talking again. When she does, she has this conspiratorial whisper to her voice.
“I met this girl at spin class, and we started talking. She’s been married like the same amount of time as we have, and we… you know. Got into girl talk.”
I don’t, I want to tell her. I don’t actually know what that is.
“So she somehow actually brings this up, that her husband is into hotwifing. And that she gave it a try because he kept asking her to do it, and now they’re just… like, into it. So of course I ended up finally confiding to her that you… you know. You have this fantasy. And she’s like: you should just do it.”
“So you did?” I say incredulously. “Just like that?”
Jackie shakes her head and smiles, now with a hint of embarrassment. “Of course not! I was like: that is crazy, I could never, you know? So she’s actually the one who recommended this place because it’s kind of like a… I don’t know. Starter kit or something.”
I don’t say anything, so Jackie keeps talking.
“I thought if it looked like, I don’t know, an accident, then it would happen more organically or something. Or I could back out, if it turned out you didn’t really want to. But Kelly – that’s the girl – she convinced me that you wouldn’t be unhappy about it. If I actually did it.”
She turns to me. “You’re not, right?”
I sit up on my elbows, ignoring the question. “So this is all… you planned this whole thing?”
She rolls onto her stomach, squirming and stretching delightfully. She pushes a pillow out of her way and leans on her arms. “I mean, not everything. Like, I didn’t know who we would meet or what would happen exactly. But you mean, like, did I know this was a swingers' resort?”
I raise my eyebrows.
“Yes,” she says. She adds, after a pause: “I was going to just do it in a massage with Luis, but then this whole thing at the pool happened and I just decided to… go for it.”
I fall on my back with a sharp exhale. “I can’t believe it,” I say. And this is true. My wife is incredibly, incredibly… unbelievable right now.
She has her thumbnail between her teeth now. “But you liked it, right?”
There is a trace of nervousness in her voice. Not much, but enough to make me feel relieved: she isn’t entirely different.
“I think… I sort of… what just happened sort of speaks for itself,” I say. I turn to look at her. “I still can’t believe you planned this whole thing.”
She leans close to me and kisses me. “And it’s not over yet. I just got tired of all the… pretending. That, and... I’m also really worried you’re going to fall into the pool.”
She smiles. “Merry Christmas.”
I blink.
And then I find myself asking the dumbest question ever.
“So you were just pretending you didn’t know this place was a swingers’ club?”
At which Jackie smiles the smile reserved for our marriage.
*
We hang out in bed for a little while, Jackie dozes off, I stare at the ceiling, replaying the scene I just witnessed over and over in my mind. I’m turned on when Jackie curls up and then stretches herself awake with a yawn, so we make love again.
It’s a more passionate, more tender, more connected lovemaking session than we’ve had in a long time.
Then we decide we’re hungry. We take a shower together, all the time not really talking so much. I feel reconnected to Jackie in a way that is much more like when we first started dating, when we were in love and not just people who loved each other.
We end up taking a cab to the little town not far from the resort, where we find a pizza place that Jackie really wants to go to. The pizza is pretty awful and the atmosphere is hilariously adolescent: a concrete slab next to the beach with a single ragged umbrella and plastic benches that look like something from the malls of my childhood. But it’s probably the best meal I’ve had in a long time. Jackie’s hair keeps flying into her pizza with the ocean breeze and she has to constantly clear it from her eyes and face with a gesture that I have always found adorable.
The whole time we eat, we don’t say much, and I spend it thinking about how incredible my wife is.
We head back to the hotel fairly early, and I doze off while Jackie gets ready for bed. When she comes back to the bed, we spoon, and I feel inclined to get something going with her but in a sleepy way. Eventually we fall asleep.
Chapter 4
Jackie is up earlier than me, and I hear her get up and shower.
She is standing at the end of the bed, now, nudging my foot. “Come on, sleepy-head. It’s almost noon.”
I open my eyes. To my surprise, Jackie is in a red bikini now. It’s one that I spotted in the hotel gift shop, because it’s incredibly skimpy.
Incredibly.
An
d by incredibly skimpy, I mean that it is not really a bikini so much as a collection of mesh and what looks like yarn in the places where a bikini should be – covering nothing. Jackie’s nipples peek out of the yarn-like web, and the dark line of her landing strip can be seen, in patches, through the material of the bottom.
She twists her hips side to side.
“What do you think?” she says. She adjusts the bikini a bit as she twists her torso over her hips. “I’m not quite brazen enough to go totally buff. But I thought this would be… you know. Fun.”
My jaw drops. “It’s… It’s...”
“You like it?” she asks, but I can tell she knows that I do. I like it very much, and I’m getting turned on just looking at it. Not to mention – because my mind has already gone there – thinking about her wearing it on the beach, near the pool, in full sight of so many other men.
“You’re actually going to wear that?” I ask, stupidly.
Jackie puts her hand on her hip. “Of all the things,” she muses, “to ask me if I’m actually going to do.”
“I didn’t mean that how it sounded… I just…”
Jackie is on the edge of the bed now, crawling toward me on her knees, grinning. “You just… what?” She drops her hand and feels around for the erection I’m certain she knows is there. She grins.
“I’ll stop talking,” I say.
Jackie grins. She pulls the sheet away from me, and lowers her head.
*
It’s… admittedly not a hugely long time before we are showered and ready for lunch. Jackie proposes a way for me to take a bath/shower, with my leg hanging out of the tub, and she helps me with it in an erotic way that almost makes us even later than we are to starting our day.
I hop along with her down the cool corridor toward the stairs to the rooftop restaurant, where we’ve decided to eat. My stomach is writhing in anticipation as we head toward the plaza-like area in the center of the hotel, where Jackie will be on display in her little, see-through, bondage-like “bikini.” The back of the suit is just as appealing as the front, and Jackie’s ass looks terrific in it (and hanging out of it, and through it). I hold back a little to watch as she steps into the sunlight and strolls by the pool.
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