by Lexi Archer
Of course that didn't matter. Both of them were fucking gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous! My mouth watered just staring at the two of them, and once more I found thoughts of things that I would like to do to Samantha running through my head. Things that a good faithful husband shouldn't be thinking when he was looking at one of his wife's coworkers.
Yet. At the same time that I was staring at Samantha and thinking some thoughts that definitely were in violation of that whole "forsaking all others" vow, I could also see the look on Madison's face. I could see the way her eyes traveled up and down Matt's body. I could see the way her own mouth was parted, though it wasn't hanging open in quite the same way that Matt's eyes were as we looked at those two beauties. No, she was definitely looking at him with as much interest as I was looking at her friend Samantha.
And I was okay with that. If anything I was more than okay with that. If the way my cock was standing to attention was any indication then I was ridiculously okay with the way she was staring at my buddy from work.
Weird. I never would've expected that to happen when the day started, but I decided it would probably be best to just go with the flow at this point. What's the worst that could happen?
Well, the end of my marriage for one thing, but I was still too intrigued to stop it. I was definitely too turned on to try and stop anything. Besides, it was still nice and innocent. We were all just standing around and checking each other out. It hadn't progressed farther than that, and it probably wouldn't.
"I was thinking of going for a swim!" Madison said when she got back to us.
I looked out to the water. It wasn't water that looked particularly inviting, more brown and cloudy than blue or clear, but I suppose I would do it for her. Besides, I could always hope she might get a little up close and personal under the water while we were in there. It certainly looked dark enough that we could be in the water feeling each other up and nobody on the boat would be any the wiser. Yeah, that sounded like a really fucking great idea now that I thought about it in those terms.
"Going for a swim could be fun," I said.
Madison turned her attention to me for the first time. She'd been staring at Matt. She only had eyes for him. She smiled and then winked.
"Silly," she said. "I wanted to go for a swim with Matt here. Samantha was going to keep you company here on the boat!"
I blinked. I couldn't believe I just heard what I thought I was hearing. I'd just been thinking about how much fun I could potentially have with her sexy friend from work and now my wife was walking back here and handing that friend over to me on a silver platter? Talk about your all time opportunities.
My wife couldn't possibly be coming back here and actually putting something into motion that would make good on the casual flirtation we'd had earlier in the day when we were leaving the marina.
Could she?
"I'm okay with that if you are man," Matt said.
He was looking between me and my wife, but it was painfully obvious that he mostly had eyes for my wife. Eyes that were traveling up and down her body, and he wasn't even making any bones about trying to hide what he was doing. No, he was openly leering at my girl.
And again, rather than getting pissed off about it, rather than wanting to punch him off of his own damn boat for the way he was staring at her, I found myself more intrigued than anything else. Intrigued at the idea of a man staring at my wife like that. More than anything I was turned on by Matt in particular staring at my wife like that. He had his reputation, after all, and that reputation was running through my mind on repeat as I thought about the sort of things I'd like to see him do to my wife as I watched them staring at one another like a couple of shy teenagers at some high school dance or something. Unsure, but obviously wanting each other.
And I was so fucking hard. It was a damn good thing I was sitting down because otherwise my hard situation would be painfully obvious. And that got me to thinking about Matt. I glanced over between his legs and saw a veritable monster tenting there. He was making no effort to hide that thing at all! He definitely looked like he had a big one. Maybe bigger than mine, and I'd never gotten any complaints from the ladies if you know what I mean.
I glanced up to Madison and saw the way she was blushing as she looked down at him. I followed her gaze and realized she was staring straight at his cock. Her eyes were laser focused on that particular piece of his anatomy. If anything that made my own cock even harder.
Finally I looked up to Samantha. She was watching the interplay between the three of us intently. She looked between Madison and Matt, and then over to me. And if anything it was the look on her face when she looked over to me that sealed the deal. That made me decide to go ahead with it, as crazy as it sounded. She locked eyes with me, and she licked her lips.
Damn. I might still be imagining things, but that seemed like one hell of an invite.
Madison was grinning and watching the two of us. It seemed like everyone on the boat was staring in that pregnant silence after Madison made that offer. Everyone was waiting to see how the others were going to react. They were staring to see how everyone was reacting to being stared at by everyone else. And in that moment Madison's stare seemed to be encouraging, and so I decided to break the silence and live a little.
I shrugged. "Sure, why not? An innocent swim could be fun."
I made sure to put emphasis on the "innocent" part and Madison rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, sure man," Matt said.
Though none of his attention was on me. No, all of his attention was on my wife. On her body. He held out a hand and they stood. They went to the back of the boat. My eyes followed and I had a glimpse of him moving his hands down along her back, ostensibly helping her to keep balance but I knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to touch her. He wanted his hands on her body, and I was in a place where I was more than okay with that.
Then with a giggle she jumped into the water. Matt turned and gave one last look at us on the boat, one last look at me in particular, and then he jumped in after her. I heard splashing on the side of the boat and it was obvious they were moving around to the side by the captain's chair he'd so recently vacated. I grinned and shook my head. That part of the boat was in between his and mine so they'd be blocked from the view of just about anybody in the cove. The only way they'd be seen is if someone was sitting in the captain's chair looking down from on high.
Which gave me an idea.
I casually got up and moved over to the captain's chair. It looked more comfortable, is all. It had nothing to do with the fact that it was overlooking where my wife was swimming and had a better view. No, none at all.
I stared down into that water and then I looked up and around us to make sure no one was watching. All over people were jumping in the water, splashing around, or jumping from boat to boat and generally having a grand old time. Only it seemed like we were off in our own little world. Both because we were off at one end of the flotilla, and because Matt's boat was big enough that it blocked them from view in the water down below while also being high enough that people down at water level couldn't see up unless one of us was peering over the edge.
And so I stared down as they splashed around just a little, and then it seemed that Matt decided to move in for the kill. I was in a position where they wouldn't be able to see me unless they looked up, but it didn't seem that Matt was in the mood to look up with what was right in front of him. No, he was focused on one thing and one thing alone: my wife.
He moved in close, so close that their bodies had to be pressing against one another. Only the water was so murky that I couldn't see anything much past their shoulders. Damn it. The only movement I could catch was their arms as they tread water, and after a moment it seemed like Matt was doing most of the treading for both of them. Their faces were just inches from one another, and it seemed pretty damn obvious their bodies were touching.
I could only imagine what was happening under the water where I couldn't see. I could i
magine his cock, so big and so hard, pressing up against her pussy. I could imagine her feeling that in between her legs. I wondered how it felt, considering how it would probably be different from my cock in between her legs. Sure a cock was a cock, but she'd gotten used to mine. We were married and when we said our vows I figured that meant I was the last person who'd ever be getting a cock between her legs.
Only now that I was in this situation, now that I was watching her getting up close and personal with Matt, I realized that I definitely didn't have a problem with her having some fun with other people. It definitely wasn't the end of the world scenario that I would've imagined.
"So are you enjoying the show?"
5: Fantasies in the Flesh
I jumped and turned to look at Samantha who was smiling down at me. God she looked so fucking gorgeous. And apparently I'd been caught red handed spying on my wife. Time to play dumb again.
"Show? What are you talking about?"
And then Samantha surprised me again. She sat down, but not in the co-captain's chair. No, she sat down directly on me. Directly on my cock which was already tenting up. I let out a groan as I felt her ass pressing against me. God damn it. I'd been fantasizing about just this sort of thing happening, but fuck if it was more intense now that it was actually happening. I couldn't believe that it was actually happening!
Actually, I had to concentrate for a moment on anything but the feel of her ass against my cock because if I didn't I was in very real danger of losing control and making a mess all over my swim trunks and her bottoms!
"Fuck!"
Samantha giggled and then she leaned in close. Almost as close as Matt had been getting to Madison down below in the water.
"You know exactly what show I'm talking about," she said. "Your wife down there acting like a complete slut with Matt?"
I blinked. And suddenly I realized that while they were talking with one another up at the front of the boat they'd been talking about a hell of a lot more than work. Knowing Madison she'd probably spilled the whole thing it to her friend. Damn!
"She told you everything?"
Samantha leaned in closer. So close that it would just take one of us sneezing and our lips would be brushing together. So close that her tits were pressing against my chest, and they felt so soft, so touchable, so fucking amazing as they pillowed against my bare chest. It was everything I'd fantasized about and so much more!
"She told me all about how you wanted to leave her to be ravaged by a bunch of men while you went off and fucked one of her friends from work," Samantha said. "So what do you think? Now that you're in the situation is it everything you'd imagined?"
"Holy shit," I whispered.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe she was pressing against me like that. I couldn't believe my cock was rubbing against her pussy, and it felt like she was excited! More than anything I couldn't believe that Madison had planned this with her friend.
"Oh she told me everything stud," Samantha said.
I blinked again. "Stud?"
It's not that women didn't find me attractive or anything. I'd been quite the ladykiller back in the day. It's just that I'd been married for so long, and I'd been with Madison for so long before that, that I was a little out of practice having women coming onto me. Sure I saw the occasional glance, but having a girl actually come up to me and throw herself at me like this, well let's just say it was a new old experience. Usually the wedding ring was kryptonite for any woman who was interested. One glance at that and they were gone. Only the kryptonite wasn't working on Samantha. It appeared that getting permission from my wife was all that it took to break that particular barrier.
Sure I was still having trouble believing that particular barrier was being broken, but I was going to enjoy it.
"Fuck it," I said.
I moved my hand up to the back of her head, ran my fingers through that silky blonde hair. Felt my other arm running up her body, and then I was pulling her into me.
It was weird. I'd kissed plenty of women in my day. Like I said, I used to be pretty good with the ladies back before Madison took me off the market for what I thought was once and for all, but now it was looking like it was just a temporary removal from the dating pool. It's just that I'd been with Madison long enough that I'd almost forgotten what it was like to kiss someone for the first time. The feel of unfamiliar lips against my own, wondering how much pressure to apply, how much pressure they were applying, tasting a new woman for the first time as our mouths opened and our tongues started to dance with one another in a way that was oh so familiar and yet it felt so different because it wasn't Madison.
And that was a major difference. That was what made this so weird. This wasn't Madison. This was some woman who I'd only met in passing a few times before today, and here I was making out with her. Only because I was married, because I'd been a one woman type of guy for the past few years, everything was so different. It was as though my brain only had Madison to compare to even though I'd been with other girls in the past. They were forgotten, and my wife was the all-consuming milepost by which I measured all other women.
Even if "all other women" was a data set that was constrained to the voluptuous hottie who was sitting in my lap making out with me.
I lost myself in the moment. I lost myself in her taste, in the feel of her body pressing against mine, in the coy dance that I hadn't done in so long where I moved a hand slowly up her stomach expecting her to stop me at any moment, up under one of her tits, and then finally under the thin material of her bikini and god her skin was so smooth, so hot, and her nipple was so hard rubbing against my palm. She moaned into my mouth as I felt her tit and started grinding against her, dry humping her through our bottoms.
Of course it was precisely the forbidden nature of feeling her up like that which brought me crashing back to reality. If I was sitting here doing this to Samantha, if I was feeling her up, then what was going on down next to the boat where I couldn't see anything going on under the water?
I felt a moment of panic. For a moment the part of me that wanted my wife to stay faithful, the jealous part of me that warred with arousal at the idea of her with another man, came to the forefront in a major way and beat back the arousal that up until this moment had been preventing me from saying anything. That had prevented me from preventing any of this from happening.
So it was with a combination of great arousal and great reluctance that I reached out and pushed Samantha away. Of course even as I was pushing her away I noted the wonderful smooth and toned feel of her body against my hands. And of course there was still that contact between our bodies down below where my cock was pressing up against her pussy that felt so slick and wet. She was so fucking turned on that I could feel her wetness even through our swim bottoms.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
I didn't answer her though. No, I leaned over and peered over the edge. Down to where Madison and Matt were still splashing around. They were still so close together, although it looked like they'd pressed right up against the boat. They weren't kissing, but they were staring at one another. I almost thought they were even having a mumbled conversation, but it was hard to tell.
The only thing I did know for sure was there was a gentle rocking going on down there. Up and down in the water. Back and forth and in my imagination down below there was something very naughty and just a little sinister that was causing that rocking motion.
I imagined his cock sliding up inside my wife. I imagined her being filled with another man's cock for the first time since we'd gotten together. And I felt dizzy as I thought of that. As visions of him sliding up inside her in the world's dirtiest imaginary porno flashed through my head.
Up and down they moved, and she smiled and giggled. They were so close together. So close.
And was that an odd look on Matt's face? Was he trying to hold back as he slid inside my wife? I wondered if he was thinking of me as he added the woman I loved to the
list of conquests he'd had out here on the lake.
But more than anything I was turned on. The panic I'd felt when I was making out with Samantha started to melt into arousal once more. The roaring beast inside me that wanted nothing more than to see my wife being violated by another man started to reassert control. And it was all I could do not to blow my load with the added stimulation of Samantha grinding her incredible body against me. It was all I could do not to completely lose control and let go, flying over that edge.
I grunted and squeezed my eyes shut. I moved my hands down to Samantha's waist and held her in a vice grip. Not the sort of vice grip that I usually held Madison in while I was blowing a load inside her.
No, this was a desperate last bid on my part to keep from blowing my load. To keep from exploding all over my wife's friend and my swim trunks leaving some very obvious evidence as to what was happening up here.
Samantha was watching what I was watching. She stared over the edge, down to Madison and Matt who seemed completely oblivious to us watching them from above. Who could blame them while they were off in their own little world of pleasure that was just the two of them? Samantha turned back to me and smiled.
"That really does turn you on, doesn't it?"
I licked my lips. "What are you talking about?"
"Madison told me you were acting weird at the idea of her getting with another man, but I never suspected…"
I looked up at her and it was plain on my face. I couldn't hold back. I was so overwhelmed by the emotions, by the arousal, that was crashing over my body that there was no way I could resist these feelings even if I wanted to. I was an open book, and as Samantha looked down on me it was obvious she could tell I was turned on. It was also pretty damn obvious exactly what was turning me on as I stared down at my wife and my coworker.
Besides, it would be kind of silly to try and lie at this particular juncture. With my cock throbbing against her she had a direct line into the more primal parts of my brain. She could tell what got me going, and watching my wife down there was getting me going almost as much as having Samantha grinding on top of me!
