by Lainey Fox
After sculling a bottle of water and dousing her husband in sun lotion, Lydia left Eric on the beach, warning him not to “turn into a bloody lobster!”
“Relax hun. I’ll be up soon. This book is very good,” said Eric warmly.
He was enjoying himself, and this made Lydia happy. She was enjoying herself too. Lydia walked back up the stairs to the resort alone, thinking about the delicious scene she had just witnessed in the water. She decided to head to the pool for one more dip before getting changed, and stepped into the ladies to shower the salt and sand off her body beforehand.
She was surprised to find Alice in the shower. She hadn’t seen her dash up the stairs, but she obviously felt the need to have a hot shower after her coating in Tennyson’s cum. The shower had no door, and Alice turned to find Lydia staring at her naked body.
“Hello you,” she cooed, “come and join me.”
Lydia, having already decided to embrace what ever curve balls this holiday may throw at her, slipped her bikini off, placed it on the bench along with her towel, and walked into the shower beside Alice.
“Tennyson told me you saw us at the beach,” said Alice gently, her eyes glinting up at Lydia’s.
“Well, it was hard to miss you guys, you put on quite a show!” said Lydia, closing her eyes and letting the hot water fall over her head.
When she opened them a moment later she found Alice eying her up seductively, her hand playing lazily over her perky little breasts.
“You really are a very sexy woman,” Alice said, moving closer to Lydia and reaching out for her waist.
Lydia let the young girl hold her, and felt a charge run through the pit of her stomach. She had only been with another woman once before, and it was many years ago. Lydia closed her eyes as Alice began to fondle breasts. She cupped each one in turn, as through she was weighing them, and then began to squeeze them gently.
“So beautiful…” she murmured, bending her head down to take a nipple in her mouth.
Lydia gasped as Alice’s warm lips encircled her stiff nipple, her wet tongue sliding over it slowly.
“You know he wants you, don’t you,” said Alice, peering up at Alice, still holding her breast gently in her hands. “He wants to fuck you. You should let him. I guarantee you won’t regret it.”
Alice chuckled and began sucking again, letting her tongue flick rapidly over the stiff dark nipple in her mouth.
Two women’s voices suddenly reverberated around the white tiled walls of the changing room. Alice swiftly slipped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body.
“Think about it, babe,” she said over her shoulder, brushing past two German wives on her way out.
3
Eric was dressing in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. It was the first dinner of the holiday, indeed his first dinner with his wife in several weeks. He put on an unbleached linen shirt, letting it hang loose over his dark blue jeans. His head was bald, but he suited it, and took a moment to skim some clippers over his dome and jaw. His fit torso looked good beneath his shirt, and Eric walked out of the bathroom with confidence, looking forward to the evening.
Lydia was already dressed in a black jumpsuit cut low in the front with a silver looped belt around her waist. She was putting her lipstick on when Eric walked in, and she turned to look at him.
“Well well, don’t you look all Caribbean and hunky,” said Lydia with a smile, before returning to the task of coloring her full lips a deep and shiny red.
The couple stepped out into the thick balmy night. Eric felt good about the evening, and ran his palm over his wife’s buttocks. She had on a black thong under the jumpsuit, and her ass cheeks wobbled appealingly through the satin fabric. Eric felt a twinge in his jeans. He was feeling randy, and he liked it.
When the couple entered the restaurant attached to the resort Lydia immediately noticed Tennyson and Alice sitting at a large round table near the bar. Tennyson noticed Lydia too, and rose immediately, beckoning the husband and wife warmly towards his table.
“You know that guy?” asked Eric under his breath.
“Kind of. Met him and his play thing on the way to the beach earlier-”
“Wait,” cut in Eric, “weren’t they the couple on the rocks?”
Lydia was unable to answer, as she was already embracing Tennyson and kissing him on each cheek.
“This is my husband, Eric,” she said, gesturing to Eric and moving over to greet Alice, who was also standing.
“Nice to meet you Eric,” said Tennyson, his deep Caribbean accent now coming more to the fore.
“You too mate,” began Eric. “So you from around here?”
Lydia kissed Alice on both cheeks, their lips tantalizingly close.
“Kind of,” answered Tennyson. “I was born in Trinidad, but moved to London when I was 12. I come back here all the time though, for work, and play!” Tennyson laughed as he finished his sentence, looking back at the two seated women, and lowering his giant frame down onto a bamboo bench. “Sit down Eric, please.”
Eric sat and ordered champagne. When the bottle appeared toasts were made - “To life, and the pursuit of happiness.”
Alice practically downed her glass in one, and standing, said to the group: “Pursuit of pleasure, more like it. And on that note, I…” she twirled around letting the table get a good eyeful of her backless gold satin top and tight black mini skirt, “… am off, to find me some plea-surrrre!”
“Oh, where you heading, the clubs?” said Eric, trying to sound hip.
“Lol. Clubs, well…” began Alice, winding her finger around her long blonde locks, “I am gonna go dancing. If that’s what you mean. Wanna come?”
Eric laughed nervously. “Maybe we’ll join you later. Have fun. What’s the name of the bar?”
“The Talisman,” said Alice, planting a long kiss on Tennyson’s lips before wriggling out from behind the table. She draped a hand along Eric’ shoulder as she passed. “Maybe I’ll se you later. Bye Lydia, have fun!”
With Alice gone the tone of the table settled down for a while. More champagne was ordered, and the three feasted on fresh seafood. Eric was enjoying himself, and found the company of this charming Trinidadian irresistible.
“So, Tennyson, let me get this right,” began Eric, lighting a cigarette, “you’re an agent, like a talent agent?”
“Not quite,” replied Tennyson, sipping on a rum and crushed lime. “I am more like a manager. But yeah, I guess I find talent, and bring it back to London. There’s a big scene there.”
Lydia had remained relatively quite during dinner, letting the two men chat. She was becoming more and more attracted to this man, and found herself zoning out of the conversation, concentrating instead on the movement of his lips, and the way he used his hands when he talked. She knew she wanted the lips and fingers on her, caressing her, unlocking her.
“You guys should come along,” Tennyson was saying, as Lydia lapsed back into reality for a moment. “One of the clubs I put my acts on at is in Brixton. You’ll love it. I’m working with this young singer at the moment, a guy called Dandy Boy, a Calypso kid. Amazing. You gotta check him. But come along, I’ll shout you guys a meal, drinks, the whole deal. You’ll be my guests of honor.”
As Tennyson said this he clamped his big hand over Lydia’s, and smiled intimately at her, brazenly. Lydia instantly felt herself swooning, and blushed at the situation she was in, wanting this one man, but sitting inches away from her husband, who also seemed to have a crush on the same guy.
“Well, it would be our pleasure, wouldn’t it Lyds?” asked Eric, leaning over to rub his wife’s back with Tennyson not giving up her hand.
It was too much for Lydia, and she stood up in a fluster. “Sorry, excuse me, too much bubbly. Back in a mo’.”
The two men watched Lydia walk away, both staring after her seductively swaying posterior.
“Your wife is a beautiful woman. You’re a lucky man, Eric.”
; “And what about this Alice then, what’s up with her? Christ, she seems like a bloody goer!” said Eric, a little too enthusiastically.
“Yeah, she’s a handful alright. Who knows what mischief she’s causing right now. Maybe you should go and have a look,” suggested Tennyson to a wide eyed Eric.
“What - me? Go and check on Alice? At that club you mean… the what’s it called… Talisman?”
“Exactly,” said Tennyson, smiling. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it all seem very innocent. You just wanted to explore. I’ll tell her we’ll meet you there. But I warn you mate, she’s a bloody firecracker!”
Eric stood up just as Lydia was returning. He went over to his wife, and whispered something quietly into her ear. She looked at him, smiling, and kissed him on the cheek. She then sat back at the table, her lips glistening with freshly applied trouble.
“I don’t know how you managed to do that, but well done,” she said, taking a long suck on her cocktail straw.
“I told him to go find Alice,” said Tennyson with a wry smile. “Do you think he will?”
“No. Well, I dunno. He may try…” Lydia stretched her foot out under the table, letting the open toed point of her heel graze up Tennyson’s calf muscle.
Tennyson changed tack immediately. “I saw what you did today, in the ocean…”
“Oh you mean, what I did with these?” said Lydia leaning forward, thrusting the olive skinned dagger of her cleavage into Tennyson’s view. “I know you saw, silly. You almost took my bloody eye out with your… reaction.”
Tennyson laughed, thumping his palm on the table. “You are too much. How old are you, Miss Lydia?”
“Old enough to know what I want. Follow me.”
Lydia could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. She stood and walked to the doorway of the restaurant. Turning, she saw Tennyson rise, a bulge now obscenely visible through the turquoise cotton of his shorts.
Her heart began to thump as Tennyson took her hand in his. She led her tall, dark companion back to her room, knowing that Eric was probably going to spend a good amount of the night, and a good amount of money, trying to impress Alice, or if not, someone who looked like her.
Eric hadn’t made it to the Talisman yet, choosing instead to stop in at the first bar he came across, in order to warm up his skills. He’d bought himself and two Dutch women a round of rums, and was in the process of metamorphosing into something he thought was very charismatic.
Lydia arrived at her room and closed the door behind them and turned on both bedside lamps. She lay back on the bed against a mound of pillows and rolled her straps off each shoulder, exposing her full breasts; her dark nipples popping out against the white shapes left by her bikini. She reached up with both hands and began to fondle her tits, staring all the while at Tennyson, who was edging closer to the bed.
“Take it out. I want to watch you take it out,” said Lydia slowly, her fingers pinching at her already hard nipples.
Tennyson obeyed, sliding off his shorts revealing a tight pair of red jocks that were struggling to contain the python that was lurking underneath.
“Oh fuck,” said Lydia breathlessly, as the implications of what was about to happen hit home.
She had never been more turned on in all her life, and felt her smooth pussy lips become coated in a sweet, sticky secretion. Tennyson undid his shirt slowly, relishing in the excruciating tease he was inflicting upon Lydia. Her hand was now shoved down her half-hanging on jumpsuit, fingers busy inside the gusset of her lacy thong. When the shirt was off he let his pectoral muscles ripple for effect before pulling his underwear down to the ground. And there it was - the largest penis Lydia had ever seen - either in real life or on film. It was not yet fully erect, and was bobbing around like a drugged animal. It was darker in color than the rest of Tennyson’s skin, it’s surface traversed with gorgeous, pulsing veins.
Lydia couldn’t stand it any longer and crawled towards the cock slowly, practically salivating with anticipation. She grabbed it with both hands and the giant member twitched, as if suddenly alive. She sucked on the head, rolling her tongue over its dark shiny surface and looking up into the frowning face of Tennyson. She began to pump her hands down towards his balls, and then up to the head, letting saliva drip from her stuffed mouth down onto the shaft. Tennyson put his hand behind her head and thirst his hips forward gently, urging Lydia to take more of the monster into her mouth.
Lydia began to gag on his cock, thus producing more and more saliva. The giant shaft was now glistening with Lydia’s spit and a good deal of pre-cum, and Lydia thrust it between her breasts, relishing the sight of the dark shiny head popping up between her pillowy Mediterranean breasts.
Tennyson however had other plans. He pulled his cock away and flipped Lydia over onto her stomach as if she was a tiny kitten. He began kissing down her back, then over her ass cheeks, pulling the crumpled jumpsuit down her legs as he went. Once off, Lydia’s legs were spreadeagled, and she could feel his hand rubbing her pussy from behind, her thong pulled violently to the side. Lydia’s pussy was now dripping, so eager was she to be filled to the brim with this dark meat. She arched her ass up into the air and backwards, indicating to Tennyson that she was ready to be fucked.
As Tennyson readied himself to enter Lydia, her husband Eric stood transfixed outside their room. His efforts at the bar had been going well, but he felt lonely. He wanted a team with him, so had headed back. And here he was standing almost exactly in the same spot that Tennyson had stood that morning, looking through the same window, staring at the same beautifully waxed vagina. Except this time that vagina was getting pounded by a cock that seemed to Eric to be from a different world… a world inhabited giant ebony love warriors. His heart, however, instead of sinking, began to beat faster. The sight of this man taking his wife, practically punishing her with each thrust, was turning him on. He could feel himself becoming hard…
Tennyson’s cock was as far as it could go inside Lydia; there was no more room for it to explore, and a good two or three inches of it were left exposed. It did not seem to matter, however. Tennyson was obviously enjoying himself, his hands clamped firmly onto Lydia’s ass, his head was thrown back in ecstasy, low growls and the occasional “fuck” emanating from his mouth.
Lydia was in a world of her own, mumbling and moaning to herself as her hands alternated between rubbing her clit and pulling on her nipples. She had already cum twice, and was about to reach her third orgasm when Tennyson pulled her around, shoving his cock in her face.
“Stroke it for me you naughty little Miss… I’m gonna cum… fuck… you want my cum, don’t you? Tell me where you want it…”
“I want it on my tongue,” screamed Lydia, “and on my lips, I want it… I want it on my face… cum on my fucking face…”
As the first jet of spunk left Tennyson’s swollen cock Lydia titled her head back slightly, trying to catch it in her mouth. Her eyes caught something outside - a movement through the window. Streams of cum began to cover her now, and through the sticky haze she managed to make out a familiar unbleached linen shirt. When Tennyson finally stopped cumming, and stepped back to survey his work with a hedonistic pride, Lydia clearly saw the form of her husband Eric, standing mute, his face twisted into a strange visage of anger and lust. And then he was gone. Lydia wiped a hand down her cum soaked face, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly. This was going to take some explaining.
Watching My Hot Wife – Taken by Tennyson 2
Book 2 of Watching my Hot Wife – Taken by Tennyson
By Lainey Fox
Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing
1
“So this is what you do for a living?” asked Tennyson, leaning back in his chair, clasping his arms behind his head and letting his giant black biceps flex through his t-shirt.
