Suddenly Hotwife

by Sylvia Redmond

  Or at least until the passion in our marriage started to dissipate…

  My hand started moving faster as I thought about the things I used to do to her curvaceous body. She used to like being on top of me, so that she could control the pace at which she fucked me. It was a position I never argued with, because it gave me access to her heavy, swinging tits. And when I pulled at her nipples, which were so sensitive, the effect it used to have on her…

  My hand moved faster as my cock stiffened, as I tried to keep from waking her…

  My favorite position had been fucking her from behind. She would always think it was because it gave me access to her curvy ass, which was partially true. But when I fucked Julie from behind I would often think of her taking another man in her mouth – being used by the two of us at once. It was the fantasy I would never share with her, and the thing that made me harder than any other scenario. I would think about her on her hands and knees – with my hands on her hips fucking her, while she moaned around another man’s cock…

  I felt my cock twitch and I knew I had hit my trigger point. In a second I felt its spasm which was followed by several warm, sticky jets that landed on my stomach. I was biting my lip in an effort to keep from making a noise, and hoping the bed did not shake from my orgasm. Although Julie didn’t know it, she had just helped me get off by having a fantasy of the hottest sex our marriage has seen in years.

  Chapter 2

  “Are you looking forward to it?” Julie asked.

  She had a suitcase open on the bed and was finishing the chore of packing. We were preparing for a trip to the islands, a wedding anniversary trip that I had nearly forgotten about. I was half interested at best, assuming it would be another trip filled with sexual frustration for me.

  “You bet” I said simply, hoping the brevity of my response hid my insincerity.

  “I think it will be good for us to get away together” she said. “I have the feeling you and I need some alone time.”

  It was the first time I had heard her make any kind of reference to the chill that had settled into our marriage. Hearing her say it took the edge off the angst I was feeling. I had been so frustrated with our marriage I thought the only resolution would end up being a divorce. Hearing her say those words made me think she was right.

  Maybe a trip was just the thing to jump start our marriage…

  I was watching her finish her packing. In true male fashion, I had managed to pack in under ten minutes and had a fully zippered bag already at our front door. Julie would not be so quick – her hands handled every bit of clothing, determined to anticipate every outfit for every aspect of the day. I watched her as she opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out her bathing suits.

  “God, I haven’t been on the beach in forever” she said absentmindedly, as she appraised the suits in her hands. “I’m not even sure what the hell to wear on the beach.”

  She had the one piece in her right hand. It was the conservative choice. It was the suit you would wear if you thought you might bump into someone you knew at the pool. It was the suit you would pick if you weren’t sure if those couple of extra pounds you were wearing wouldn’t be too flattering. It was the suit I was certain she would wear.

  The electric blue bikini was in her left hand. It had dated back to our newlywed days, and I hadn’t been certain she had even still owned it. We had bought it soon after we were married, and it was one of the things that made Julie the envy of most the friends I had back in those days. It was just big enough to cover the most intimate parts of her body, and just small enough to give a hint to what lay under every curve. It had been an outfit that caught glances from both men and women when she had walked onto the beach, and it was an outfit that I could remember pulling off of her body more times than I could remember back in the day.

  She looked at both hands, almost considering them like she was weighing two pieces of fruit. I wondered what was going through her mind – did she have the same memories I had about that electric blue bikini? Would she be concerned about fitting in that thing after all these years? It didn’t matter, I saw her right hand starting to rise and I knew the one piece would be going with us.

  “I’m not taking suntan lotion” she said, and her right hand lifted and dropped the one piece back into the dresser drawer.

  I watched her left hand as she turned and dropped the bikini into the suitcase. She turned back to the dresser and gave a perfunctory look through as she spoke again without looking at me.

  “It’s a total pain in the ass taking liquids through the airport now” she said. “I know it’s more expensive down there, but we can just buy lotion when we get to the island. I DO plan on doing a lot of sunbathing down there after all…”

  Chapter 3

  We were lying together on the beach, taking advantage of the tropical sun on the white island sand. Ordinarily I was not a beach person, but tropical resorts like this one just seemed to be a hotbed of eroticism. There were half naked couples as far as the eye could see, and wait stuff serving alcohol to anyone that raised a finger. And even the wait staff in places like this was usually easy on the eyes.

  And then there was my wife of twelve years, lying on the blanket beside me…

  She had shamelessly worn the blue bikini, which was allowing her to show off more skin in public than I had seen her do in years. Ordinarily she was self-conscious, and certainly wouldn’t have worn something like this if we risked bumping into anyone we would have known. But being at an island destination I guess lowered her inhibitions – and what inhibitions were left were numb from the drinks we had been consuming. Whatever the reason for her boldness, I wasn’t going to question it.

  She actually looked sexy as hell, and I knew I wasn’t the only one thinking that…

  The beach of the resort was covered with couples - couples who were obviously celebrating years of faithful marriage and couples who had probably been married within the last seven days. And I watched as I walked on the beach with Julie in the blue bikini as men’s heads started to turn – men with brides in their twenties who had turned to look at my wife. Even as she lay on her back tanning I could catch the occasional look, and even caught one disapproving glance from a wife elbowing her husband.

  I let my own eyes wander as I started scanning the beach. I looked at the partially clothed couples and imagined how they had been having sex the night before – or the night to come. I looked at couples coming and going from the beach bar, and then my eyes settled on the bartender, and my scanning stopped.

  She was a native who was smiling and mixing drinks busily for several couples who had sauntered to the bar. While most of the wait staff was dressed in formal white shirts and slacks, her proximity to the water obviously allowed for more flexibility in her dress. She was wearing a bikini top, which was doing an admirable job keeping her large, ebony breasts pinned to her slender body. I was looking at her, imaging what her brown body looked like under her sexy swimsuit, when I felt my own wife’s elbow hit me in the ribs.

  “Um, if you can tear your eyes away from her, do you think you can lotion my back?” she asked.

  Without waiting for an answer she tossed me the bottle of lotion she had purchased and rolled over onto her stomach. I rubbed the sore part of my midsection where she had hit me and then scrambled to my knees to do as she asked. I looked down at my wife’s body, barely covered in the hot blue bathing suit she was wearing, before swinging a knee across her body.

  I moved down, choosing to start at her legs and work my way up. I was straddled over her left leg, giving myself a fantastic view of her lightly covered ass. I squeezed a dollop of the lotion out onto my hands and started to apply the lotion to her legs in long, sweeping movements. She let out a gentle moan of approval as I worked higher up her slowly tanning legs.

  “That feels sooo good” she sighed, giving her ass the gentlest of shakes.

  I knew that she understood the vantage point I had, and the ass shake wasn’
t an accident. And trying to tease me wasn’t necessary either, because I could already feel my cock starting to make that familiar transition to hardness.

  I lotioned the left leg, just up to the line of her bathing suit before stopping, choosing to do the other leg first before concentrating on her ass. I was in the process of working more lotion from the tube when she spoke, breaking the silence and the sexual tension between us.

  “Look, Tom – I know that things haven’t been the same between us, and I know you’re probably frustrated. I’m frustrated too – it’s one of the reasons I thought this trip would be good for us.”

  I started working her other leg with the lotion. I was mildly surprised that she was broaching the subject, but not terribly. She was right that we needed to talk about it. But my concentration was not entirely on her words as I worked my lotion-covered hands up her right thigh and closer to her bikini-covered ass.

  “So let’s just do whatever we need to do to light the fire between us again” she sighed, as I ran my hands right to the edge of her bikini bottom.

  I could feel my cock getting stiffer as I rubbed her body. She moved her ass again in a way that told me she was enjoying it as much as I was. I pulled the bikini up just a little – just enough to see the line separating the white, protected part of her skin from the skin starting to turn brown from the sun.

  “I agree” I said to her, while starting to massage the part of her ass I could reach just under her bikini.

  I had moved the suit just enough to expose the tiniest edge of her pussy. It was enough to expose the dark ringlets of hair on the edge of her sex, and it was plenty enough to harden whatever part of my cock was still soft. She sighed again at the feel of my hands on her skin before I changed course and shifted again.

  Part of me needed to shift because my cock was fully erect and uncomfortably constrained in my suit. And part of me knew if I didn’t move soon I would have been finger fucking her there on the beach at the very least. I settled my body on her ass in preparation to lotion her back – and to get near the part of her body that I treasured most.

  “What is it you want Tom?” she asked. “What is it that will give us that spark again after twelve years?”

  It was a loaded question, and one that I knew better than to blurt an answer to right away. I poured more lotion onto my hands and started working her back. My hands smoothed the top of her ass, just below the fabric of her suit where her white cheeks were hiding below. I massaged her, gently working my way up the flair of her hips to the lower part of her back.

  “That’s a tough question for me to answer honey” I said, giving her the most honest answer I knew how. “What kind of thing did you have in mind?”

  She took caution in answering too, and rightly so. We were dancing around a topic that was potentially taboo within married couples, and each of us dared to be the first person to make any kind of bold suggestion. I was content being silent while she pondered it and I continued working her back, moving up to the string that was the only thing between me and her full, heavy tits.

  My hands traveled under her top at first, moving the slick lotion back and forth across the midsection of her back. From my vantage point I could see the edges of her big breasts, peeking out from her sides as she lay on her stomach. I moved my hands in wide circle on her back, sweeping them down the sides of her body. I glanced about us, ensuring we had some modicum of privacy, before rubbing the outer edges of my wife’s glorious breasts.

  Her breasts were sensitive, probably the hottest of the erogenous zones on her body. My touch on them elicited a gentle coo from her, but it was the answer to my question that I was waiting to hear. I had an endless supply of fantasies in my horny husband’s brain, and I would have no shortage of suggestions to make. But she clearly had something in mind, and that was what I wanted to hear.

  “Well” she said, as I brought my hands back from her sides and started on her lower back again. “I think we should allow each other one dalliance – one sexy adventure on this island that no one else will know about.”

  I moved my hands back down to the top of her ass as I felt my cock twitch. I wasn’t sure if it was from rubbing her body or thinking about the implications of what she was suggesting, but I chose silence as she continued to speak.

  “And the other person has to agree to abide by it, no matter what it is and what it involves” she continued. “Whatever we do here never leaves the island.”

  My hands dipped below the fabric of the little bikini bottom again and traveled over the crack of her ass. I badly wanted to touch her pussy, and to feel how excited she was. And I wondered if her excitement, like mine, would be from my touching or from her suggestion.

  “Sounds interesting” I said, trying to keep my enthusiasm muted. “Are you sure you’re up to something like that?”

  I continued rubbing my hands over her ass, savoring both the feel of her skin under my slick hands and her salty idea. I continued looking at her breasts, spilling out the side of her body in front of me. Her skin was beginning to turn brown from the sun, but her breasts retained the milky white of body parts rarely exposed to the sun. I wondered what exactly she had in mind. Could she possibly be thinking of letting another man touch her breasts? Could she be thinking of more?

  “I think I’m up to it – the question is, how do you think you would be?” she said.

  My cock was threatening to rip through my bathing suit, and I had my oily hands full of my wife’s ass. I realized it was my last chance to turn down her offer – she was giving me one last out. But yet I still needed to see what it was exactly that she was thinking for herself. What would she possibly choose to do on the island if given a free pass from her husband?

  “I think I’ll be fine” I said to her, hoping I sounded more convincing than I felt. “So, what did you have in mind?”

  Chapter 4

  Julie’s body was sufficiently lotioned, and I knew if I didn’t get off of her soon it would be something else entirely I would be spraying across her back. I slid off of her ass and sat on the towel, waiting to see how she would answer my question – if she would answer it at all. I slipped my hand into my shorts, adjusting my rock hard cock as I sat upright on the towel next to her.

  I watched Julie as she propped herself up on her elbows, contemplating the question I had just asked her. The breasts that had just been pressed flat against her towel were now suspended beneath her, testing the limits of her blue bikini top. She tossed her black hair to one side and looked out at the people scattered across the beach. I watched her as she scanned, moving her eyes from one side of the beach to the other, before realizing why she was hesitant in answering my question.

  This wasn’t a question she had ever anticipated before, so she wasn’t even sure what she would pick for her island fantasy. While I could have rattled off a half dozen things to her, she needed to scan the beach, looking at the other half naked bodies around us, to come up with her secret, island fantasy. I watched her head as she scanned the beach, wondering what it was she was going to decide upon. Her head finally stopped and I could see that she was focusing on something, and I strained to follow her eye’s gaze.

  The resort had a water sports hut down by the water’s edge, where guests could rent all manner of jets skis and scuba gear. I could see the hut had Julie’s attention, but I knew at once my wife had no interest in learning any kind of exotic water sport. But I could see what had potentially caught her interest, and the very thought of what must be going through her pretty head made my already straining cock ache more.

  She wasn’t looking at the jet skis, the paddle boards or the scuba gear, I was certain of that. What had captured her attention was the attendant who was working the water sports area. He was tall, lean and muscular, and his skin was the chocolate brown of the island natives that we had been chatting with for the last several days. I watched him as he chatted easily to two fawning female guests.

  I watched as Julie turned her
head to me and smiled as she turned back to look at the black stud working the sports hut. He continued chatting with the two female guests, eliciting the occasional laugh from the two ladies. I wondered what Julie had in mind – what was she possibly thinking about doing with a black stranger at a place like this? But it was the thoughts going through my own mind that made me shift uncomfortably on the blanket next to her.

  The two female guests thanked him and strolled out of the sports hut, leaving the charming native to finish arranging the equipment he had for rent. I watched as he lifted a surfboard to the wall, the muscles in his lean midsection rippling from his effort. He finished placing the board, standing back to admire his handiwork, and I could see how the muscles in his strong legs mimicked those in his upper body. I could only guess at what other types of muscles he had that were not so openly on display.

  The caught her motion from the corner of my eye and turned in time to see Julie getting to her feet. She needed to fidget with her bikini, adjusting it to make sure the scant fabric was covering her body after my thorough application of her lotion. I watched her hands adjusting her top, pulling on the fabric to make sure that her heavy tits were adequately covered by the skimpy suit. She then turned to me and smiled as she stepped off of the towel in the direction of the sports hut.

  “I’m just going to talk to him, and ask him about those surfing lessons that I’ve always wanted to take” she said, giving me a wink as she sauntered off sexily.

  I watched her dumbfounded, suddenly aware that my mouth had actually dropped open without me being able to utter a single word. My tongue might have been hanging out too, I wasn’t certain – but if it wasn’t, it should have been. I watched my wife’s hips swaying as she walked towards the hut, and I could still see the gleam of the lotion I had applied to her only minutes before. Her one hand nonchalantly slipped down her backside, tugging on the suit to make sure her bottom was covered. It was a move so subtle, and practiced by wives on beaches every day, yet watching her do it as she prepared to talk to this dark stranger drove me wild.