by Lexi Archer
Taking Kirsten - Steve wants to watch. Kirsten wants to be watched. Blake wants Kirsten. What could go wrong?
Trophy Wife's Temptation - Ignored. Frustrated. Lacy’s husband is busy running the factory, but ignoring his wife comes at a price when she runs into the sexy factory foreman who’s more than willing to meet her needs.
Vacation Hall Pass - Laura didn’t understand her husband’s fantasy, but a girl’s night and a sexy college stud might be enough to convince her to use that hall pass he offers on every vacation…
Wagering My Wife - His wife isn't as faithful as he thought, and defending her fidelity leads him to making a wager with her boss where he just might win by losing!
Watching Whitney - Whitney is out of town for an internship, and one night she forgets to turn off her webcam revealing what she’s been up to with the guy next door when she logs off of video chats with her boyfriend.
The Wife Game - A night at the bar. A friend in need of rescue. A quick lie that turns into so much more on the dance floor as she gets up close and personal with her husband’s best friend!
Wife Gone Wild - Caught red handed looking at sexy women posting pictures online, he never thought his wife would take an interest in posting her own pictures!
Wife's Night Out - Happily married Mia is out for a night at the clubs looking to pick up a guy. With her husband’s permission, of course!
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1: Newlywed Waiting Game
I closed the hotel door behind me, leaned against it for support, and grinned at Whitney. God she looked beautiful standing there in a tank top and shorts. She’d long since changed out of her white dress which was sensible enough. It’s not like she could show up at the hotel in her wedding dress. At least not without turning a few heads. Besides, the drive down to the airport would’ve been a little awkward with a dress on.
You’re looking lovely tonight Mrs. Thompson,” I said.
Whitney grinned at me and leaned forward to kiss me. It was a quick peck on the lips, but it quickly turned into more. Her mouth opened and I eagerly opened my own to hers. Moved my tongue out to swirl around hers. It was really late or really early in the morning depending on how you reckoned that sort of thing. I was exhausted, but I was still more than willing to enjoy this impromptu make out session with my wife. Especially since this impromptu make out session with my wife might actually lead into an impromptu fucking session for the first time in a month. A month that very nearly killed me. Agreeing to a one month cessation of any and all sex with Whitney had seemed like a good idea when she brought it up.
Not so much now, but the month of hell was over and I finally had her in my arms again. We were married and all was right with the world.
As we made out I moved my hands down to cup her ass. God it felt amazing. I moved one hand inside her shorts and started squeezing her ass cheeks through her panties. She moaned against me as her tongue continued moving around mine. I felt my cock stir, I would have to be a dead man not to react to the feeling of her incredible body pressing against mine, and then I was grinding against her pussy and imagining the treasures that were finally mine for the taking after so much waiting.
I moved my other hand down and started working at the snaps on her shorts. This was it. This was the moment of truth. I felt lightheaded. We were married. We were husband and wife. No more ridiculous pretending that we were one of those ridiculous couples waiting to consummate our relationship in the eyes of God so it wasn’t a sin or whatever it was that compelled people to wait for marriage. We’d done plenty of sinning before our pre-wedding break and I was ready to do some more now that break time was over!
The ring on my finger, the ring on her finger, meant we were finally going to get laid again! Hell yes!
Only her hand moved down to grab my own. I pulled back from the kiss and looked down at her, my eyebrows raised and an incredulous look on my face.
“What’s wrong honey? We’re married! We made it!”
She smiled up at me and leaned up to kiss me again.
“I know baby,” she said. “Only I want this moment to be perfect for both of us. Do you really want your first time as a married man to be in some airport hotel at 2 AM in the morning when we have a flight we have to be up for in the three hours?”
To be perfectly honest I didn’t care when or where our first time as man and wife was as long as I got to fuck my beautiful wife. My overriding concern at this point was finally getting a chance to push my cock inside her. Finally getting to feel her delicious treasures after so many weeks of torture. So many weeks watching her parading around the house wearing practically nothing as though she was making a game out of teasing me as much as possible when she knew we couldn’t touch each other.
Only there was something about the look passing across her face, a mixture of anticipation and hope as she stared up at me, that told me once again I was going to be relenting. Once again I’d give in to her and we’d wait for just a little while longer. After a month did it really matter anyways? Besides, I was pretty tired. No one ever tells you how exhausting getting married is.
I sighed. “Fine baby, we can wait just a little longer.”
A huge grin split her face and I felt a warm flush that almost made waiting a little while longer worth it. Almost. My cock was screaming in agony, but I’d long since learned to ignore my cock screaming in agony at the prospect of getting laid. We’d both been disappointed quite a few times in the past month when it turned out her teasing and parading around the house was just that: teasing.
Besides, she did have a good point. I grinned as I thought of our trip. We were finally on our honeymoon! We were whisking ourselves off to an exotic island destination courtesy of her dad’s deep pockets. We’d have nothing to do but sit by the beach all day long where I could stare at my wife in her bikini and then retire to our cabana in the evening so I could stare at my wife in less than her bikini and enjoy married life in every way and every position possible. My mouth watered just thinking about it. A week with absolutely nothing to do but my wife.
It was going to be amazing!
“I suppose waiting one more day won’t kill me,” I said.
Whitney smiled again as she walked over to the bed and I nearly lost it as she reached down and casually flicked her tank top up. Her hands went behind her back and then she was pulling on her bra which fell loose exposing her amazing body to me. I stared, wide-eyed. Sure she was this open around the apartment, but it’s not like I was going to not stare at this gorgeous creature standing before me as she slipped out of her clothes. I’d never get tired of her undressing in front of me. The last star in the universe could wink out, the last black hole in existence could evaporate, the heat death of the universe could come and go and there would still be one tiny spark of heat raging in me if Whitney and I somehow lived that long and she was undressing in front of me.
I was a fan of my wife, is what I’m trying to get across.
So I leaned against the wall and enjoyed the show as she pulled down her shorts revealing her perfect ass to me in a set of white thong lingerie that no doubt was meant for earlier plans when we still thought we’d have some alone time after the wedding to do what naturally came to couples who were alone after their wedding day.
My mouth fell open and I let out a strangled gasp as she shimmied out of even the thong and then she was standing before me completely naked. Her body was perfect and it was made all the more wonderful because this was the first time I was seeing her in all her glory since we agreed to the pre-marriage hiatus. A tight petite frame from all the working out she did. She had perfect tits that weren’t too big or too small. They came to delicious pink points that I absolutely loved to suck on. And her pussy was perfect. It lo
oked like she’d shaved just for this occasion and once more I found myself wishing we could just do it. I wanted to throw her down on the bed and take my wife right there.
Only she must’ve seen something in the look in my eyes because she smiled and wagged a finger at me.
“We’re married now so you can see this, but you still need to be a good boy,” she said.
I sighed as I threw off my own shirt and pants. I wondered if maybe Whitney was going to sleep completely in the nude, she’d done it before, but to my disappointment she pulled out another tank top and a pair of silk shorts that didn’t look much different from what she’d been wearing before other than they were obviously silk instead of denim. She pulled those on and the brief show was over. I climbed into bed and Whitney climbed in beside me. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me as soon as I hit the sheets, but that exhaustion wasn’t going to be enough to get me to sleep. Oh no. Not with Whitney right beside me. Not with thoughts of her stripping down to nothing right in front of me running through my mind.
It was made even more difficult because she immediately moved over and cuddled up against me. I was painfully aware of her warm petite body against mine. My cock throbbed as she threw a leg over me and I could feel the warm heat of her pussy radiating out against my thigh. She smelled so wonderful. Her body felt so wonderful pressed against mine. And that naturally led to thoughts of how amazingly wonderful her body would feel pressed against me completely nude as my cock slid into her pussy for the first time in forever.
I had to stop and concentrate on not blowing my load in my boxers right there as she shimmied against me. She always moved in her sleep, something I was well aware of her from time we’d spent cuddling with one another over the years, but in this case I was more painfully aware of every movement of her body than ever before.
I stared up at the dark ceiling of the airport hotel room and listened to the sound of planes taking off and landing in the night. It was going to be a hell of a long night, and I had a feeling I wasn’t going to get a bit of sleep.
I just hoped tomorrow would make up for the night of torture.
2: Almost Paradise
I smiled as I stepped out from our beach cabana and looked at the perfect white sand, the blue ocean, and the fluffy white clouds and blue sky up above. This really was paradise.
Whitney moved up beside me and I paused to enjoy the sight of my gorgeous wife. She wore a bright white bikini, appropriate enough considering this was our honeymoon. It was doubly appropriate considering that it was now our second day at the resort, our second full day as a married couple, and she was still a blushing virgin bride within the very limited definition of not doing it for the month leading up to our wedding. We’d taken care of the actual blushing virgin stuff years ago. I smiled thinking back on that fun night.
I reached out and put an arm around her. God I loved the feeling of her pressing against me. She wrapped her arms around my chest and rested her head against my arm as she took in the view.
“It’s beautiful Mike,” she said.
I looked down at her and smiled. Kissed the top of her head. “Not nearly as beautiful as the scenery I’m looking at.”
Whitney looked up at me and blushed, and then that kiss on the top of her head became a kiss on her lips. That kiss on her lips quickly became a make out session right there on the doorstep of our beach cabana. She turned towards me and pressed her body against me. I could feel the warmth of her skin and it was setting me on fire every place it made contact. I wanted to reach up and rip her bikini aside, and I didn’t care that there were other couples down on the beach and workers moving in between them who would see. Let them look. My wife was fucking gorgeous, and somehow the idea of everybody getting a look at her was causing my cock to stir even more.
It was enough to make me want to retire back to our suite immediately. I’d hoped we might have a little morning session when we woke up, but she’d insisted on getting ready and looking absolutely perfect for the day despite my protests that I didn’t care. At this point I was so worked up, so turned on, so fucking horny, that I didn’t care if she had her makeup on or if she’d had time to do her hair. All I cared about was pushing my wife down on our bed and taking her in every way possible. In all the ways I’d imagined while I’d been denied the delicious pleasure of her body.
I tried to subtly angle her back towards the door, back into our cabana, but she’d dealt with me pulling that move often enough. She obviously wasn’t falling for it now. She pulled away from the kiss, looked up at me, and wagged a finger.
“Naughty boy,” she said. “We agreed to enjoy the beach before we had any fun. You promised.”
Whitney’s face went from a gorgeous smile to an even sexier pout as she mentioned my promise. I sighed. I seemed to be doing a lot of sighing lately. I definitely didn’t think I was still going to have to put up with this stuff on my honeymoon, but here we were. Here I was once again making accommodations.
Only as I looked her up and down, as I drank in the sight of her beautiful body, once again I told myself that it would be so worth it when the moment finally came. When I finally felt my cock pressing inside my wife’s body for the first time. Not my girlfriend. Not my fiancée. My wife. When I finally felt the walls of her pussy wrapping around me.
God I was getting so hot just thinking about it. My cock was rock hard and pulsing in my pants. Pulsing against her body. She looked up at me and smiled, then wrapped an arm around me and pulled me towards the beach.
An hour later I sighed and smiled as I leaned back on the lounge chair. White sand as far as the eye could see in either direction, and it was absolutely glorious. I took a sip from my frozen drink and allowed myself to relax and really truly enjoy this moment.
Of course it was made all the more enjoyable by the view. Whitney was on her own lounge chair just outside the shade of the large umbrella protecting me from the sun. Her already tanned skin it glistened all over where she’d applied liberal amounts of tanning oil earlier in the day.
One of the highlights of my morning after that makeout session had been helping her apply some of that oil. I’d hoped maybe I’d get to move up and touch her glorious breasts, or maybe down lower to that still temporarily forbidden treasure between her legs, but no such luck. Still, just getting to rub oil onto Whitney and her gorgeous body was plenty fine by me. My cock was still hard as I thought back on it.
Whitney still looked absolutely stunning in her white bikini. Even with the sun beating down on her I thought I could make out the outline of her nipples pressing out against the thin white material. We were on a beach that seemed to have nothing but gorgeous women walking by, but she was definitely the most gorgeous of all. Her beauty was like a radiant star that made all the other women who walked past look like mere candle flames in comparison, and judging by some of the jealous looks she’d gotten from women and some of the appraising and lingering looks she’d gotten from men who walked past us they were noticing as well.
The first time I saw a guy walk past checking out Whitney I felt a stab of jealousy. I also felt a stirring down below as I saw them checking her out. That was a little surprising, though it wasn’t the first time I’d gotten excited by the idea of someone leering at my wife so openly like that.
Of course this was the first time it was a man leering at my wife rather than leering at my girlfriend or fiancée, but I was more than used to seeing guys giving her the eye. House parties, out on the street, walking through the mall, she was the kind of woman who drew attention. It always made me proud that I was the guy she was with. That I was the guy she’d decided she wanted.
I always figured it was a sense of satisfaction mixed with jealousy that made me enjoy it when I caught people looking at Whitney, but as I sat here on the beach with nothing to do but contemplate my gorgeous wife, how much I loved her, how much I loved looking at her, and how much every other guy on the beach seemed to love looking at her, I was starting to think that ma
ybe I just enjoyed having guys check her out. Maybe I got a little thrill from seeing guys look at my wife, realizing they wanted her, and knowing I was the one who was with her and not them.
Well, I figured I’d be the one who was with her later tonight when we finally got back to our cabana and had a chance to finally consummate our marriage. I glanced over at her again and my cock stirred. Of course my cock always stood at attention when I looked at her. Only right now I was going absolutely insane with frustration, denial, and lust.
I swirled my frozen drink, it still amazed me that they had frozen drinks though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering how expensive this resort was. I glanced over my shoulder at the massive standalone cabana suite we had right on the beach. The thing was bigger than the apartment Whitney and I were returning to when we got home from our honeymoon! One of the benefits of having loaded parents. Whitney’s dad sprang for the whole honeymoon, and he made sure we had the best of everything the resort had to offer.
Movement to the side caught my attention. I turned and saw Whitney raise one of her arms. God, even the sight of her raising her arm like that was enough to drive me wild. I really was going into horny overdrive. I was going to explode in my swim trunks if I didn’t get some kind of release with my wife tonight.
Her glass was empty and she was signaling one of the attendants who dotted the beach. They mostly looked to be people from the island, and all of them were running around in swim trunks or bikinis. Every one of them was a stunner as well. I suppose one of the things rich people paid for was the guarantee that they’d have attractive natives on hand to help them when their drinks got too low. The whole thing made me just a little uncomfortable, it smacked just slightly too much of some of the stuff I’d read about colonialism when I was in college, but I figured it’s not like I was going to be able to change an entire tourism-based island economic system overnight. Especially since I wasn’t the one paying for this trip. It not like I was directly contributing to the problem, if it even was a problem.
