by Lexi Archer
It probably helped that I was ridiculously worked up! I was thrusting up to meet her every thrust down.
“Oh fuck!” she said. “It’s so fucking good!”
That was too much for me. I grabbed her and then without thinking I was rolling over, I was pinning her down to the bed. She was going fast, but it wasn’t fast enough for me. I needed her, I wanted her, I had to have her completely. And I was going to take her completely.
Whitney gasped and started to moan as I rolled on top of her, as I took control, as I started pounding in and out of her with reckless abandon. God it felt so fucking amazing having her body wrapped around me, having her legs wrap around me, hearing her quiet moans and gasps as I pounded in and out of her.
It seemed that my wife had a thing for men who took charge, and so I was going to give that to her.
“You were so bad tonight,” I said.
Now where the hell did that come from? Maybe it was because I was thinking of her being bad, thinking of men taking charge with her. That naturally led to Claude and how she’d reacted to him. That naturally led to the incredibly arousing memory of her dancing close to him on that small dance floor.
“What?”
“It’s nothing,” I said.
“No really, what did you mean?”
Now was the moment of truth. Did I tell my wife the full extent of how turned on I got watching her with that guy? Or did I try to evade the question? Only there was a little voice in the back of my head that was whispering. That was telling me I needed to come clean. I needed to tell her exactly how I felt. And so I opened my mouth again and the words came tumbling out. I seemed to be having a problem with that tonight.
“Watching you dancing with Claude, watching you flirt with him, it was so hot!”
I punctuated my words by slamming home inside her, causing her entire body to jiggle as the bed creaked underneath us. She let out a gasp that turned to a moan as I buried myself inside her and then pulled out with a slow stroke and rammed back in with short fast strokes.
“That turned you on?”
I paused. I felt like this was moment of truth. I was terrified of how she might react. Only once more I just let it spill out. I told her everything.
“Yes! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it turned me on so much!”
“You bad boy!”
“You have no idea!”
And I was pounding inside her once more. I was filling her with my cock, pulling out almost to the point of leaving her body entirely and then slamming my entire length inside her. I’d found a brand-new addiction, and it was my wife’s glorious body. It was the feeling of her gasping and moaning underneath me. It was the feeling of her pussy wrapping around my cock, enveloping me completely. It was the thought of another man doing all that even as I was doing it to her. I was an addict, the thought of Whitney with another man was my addiction, and she was my drug.
“Does it turn you on thinking about him fucking me like this?” Whitney asked.
That almost sent me over the edge. “Fuck yes it does!”
“Would it turn you on if I said I wanted to fuck him?” she asked, only the last part of her sentence turned into more of a moan than an actual question.
I wasn’t even able to respond to that question. All I could do was let out an inaudible groan that might’ve sounded like a yes. At least that’s what I intended it to be. Underneath me her moans were rising to a crescendo. I could feel her body tensing underneath me, could feel her pussy clamping down around my cock.
“Do you want him to fuck me?”
Another inaudible groan. I couldn’t quite bring myself to say yes. There was a line, a razor’s edge, we were tiptoeing around with this dirty talk. I was afraid that if I admitted it, that if I said the words, that would be like some sort of magical phrase that would make it happen. That it would send us over a precipice I’m not sure I was prepared for.
And yet thinking about him fucking her was such a turn on. I definitely wanted it to happen, I was just afraid to admit it to myself. I was afraid of what might happen if we allowed my fantasy to become reality.
“Do you want him to fuck me? Do you want to watch?”
Whitney wrapped her legs around me and pulled me down against her one final time. Then she was shuddering. She was screaming. Her entire body felt like it was on fire as she arched her back underneath me. I buried myself inside her one final time and then I was over the edge.
But not before I let out one final scream. One final frustrated, aroused, and thoroughly confused scream. “Yes!”
And then I was in emptying myself inside my gorgeous wife for the first time since she became my wife. I was blowing load after load of my hot sticky cum deep inside her pussy. I was filling her with my seed for the first time since we said our marriage vows. Which just turned me on even more, which just inspired me to new levels of sexual pleasure as I reached the edge of the plateau and dove head first right off of it.
We came together, both of us thinking about another man fucking my wife. Thinking about another man pressing his cock inside her. Thinking of another man taking her entirely. Another man blowing his load inside her like I was now
At least that’s what I was imagining with my cock buried inside her, and I could only imagine that she was thinking much the same thing. That she was imagining him against her.
It was almost as though there was a third man in the room with us, in between us, while we made love for the first time as a married couple. As we consummated our marriage. And I realized I was addicted to that thought as much as I was addicted to Whitney. I didn’t understand this new fantasy, I didn’t exactly ask for it, but I couldn’t deny how great it made me feel. I couldn’t deny that the obsession was buried deep inside my mind now. I couldn’t deny what it was doing to me, or that I had a burning desire to see it fulfilled.
Then it was over. I collapsed to the side of Whitney. I laid there on the bed concentrating on breathing. Concentrating on the incredible heat coursing through my body.
“That was incredible. Whitney,” I said.
“You’re telling me!” Whitney said. “Definitely worth that bullshit one month wait!”
“Hey, that was your idea.”
I turned to her in the darkness and I could feel her turning towards me as well. My eyes had adjusted to the point that I could just barely make out her face. This wouldn’t do. I had a feeling we were about to have a very serious conversation. I reached over and turned on one of the lights on my nightstand.
“Were you serious about what you said?” she asked.
“Well we were in the moment and it kind of turns me on, but…”
Whitney didn’t give me a chance to continue dissembling. She reached down, took my hand in hers, and looked me in the eyes. “I asked if you were serious. Did you mean what you said? Does that really turn you on?”
I looked away for a moment, a blush rising to my face. I was still ashamed of this fantasy somewhat even though I’d just told her. Even though it felt like such a relief that I’d told her.
“Yes.”
“Are you serious about wanting to watch me with another man?”
I didn’t think this line of questioning was entirely fair. It was like asking a man a question when he was under the influence of alcohol or something like that. Only she asked me questions while I was under the influence of her amazing body. And yet at the same time and I still couldn’t deny that fantasy. I still couldn’t deny how intrigued I was at the idea of watching her with another man. I thought long and hard before I answered.
“Yes.”
“You’re serious?”
Once again I paused, but the beast roared to life. It took control. It wrestled control of my mind, of my mouth, from the rational part of my brain. I was a man possessed. I was a man who needed to see this. Needed to experience it. Needed to tell my wife how much I needed this fantasy.
And, I reasoned, what better time to try something like this tha
n when we were on vacation? When we were away from home? When we were around somebody who could help us fulfill that particular fantasy, scratch that particular itch, and then we’d leave the island resort and probably never see him again for as long as we lived?
“I’d maybe be interested in making that happen,” I said.
Whitney smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. A kiss that quickly turned into her rolling on top of me, to her feeling my rock hard cock. I was so turned on by what I’d just admitted, so turned on by the idea of fulfilling this recently discovered fantasy, of seeing my beautiful wife with another man, that I was already harder than I’d probably been in my entire life, and I’d already gotten off twice in one day!
“Well, we’ll just have to see what happens on the rest of our vacation, won’t we?” Whitney asked.
And with that she sank down on me once more. I threw my head back and groaned as I felt that wet hot sheath surrounding my cock once more. Our honeymoon was definitely starting to go to a very interesting place.
12: The Cold Light of Day
When I woke up the next morning I felt incredible. There was something about waking up next to my hot wife completely naked with her body thrown over mine. It just really made for an incredible morning. It made for an incredible wake-up call.
I opened my eyes and she was already looking at me. She leaned forward and kissed me. “Good morning,” she said.
“And that’s one hell of a good morning if you ask me,” I said.
“So how are you feeling this morning?”
“Fucking amazing!” I replied.
Whitney bit her lip and looked down for a moment, then looked back up at me. Locked eyes with me. “So I have a question for you. Now that it’s bright and early in the morning, now that you’re not under the influence of, well, you know…”
She glanced down between her legs and I breathed a sigh of relief. She was thinking the exact same thing I’d been thinking the night before. I had an out. I had a way to get out of what I’d agreed to the night before. In the cold light of the morning I was thinking about that, thinking about it very seriously.
And as I thought about it I realized I’d completely made the right call. This was something I wanted to see happen. No, this was something that I needed to see happen.
“My answer is still the same as the night before,” I said. “What about you?”
Whitney bit her lip but her face broke out into a huge smile. “I was hoping you’d say that. My answer’s still the same.”
I leaned back on the bed and I felt strangely lightheaded as I did so. This was it. We were actually going to do this. We’d only been married for a couple of days and yet here we were planning on Whitney getting together with another man. I couldn’t believe it, I wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told me we were doing this a couple of days ago, and yet now that we were in the moment I couldn’t do anything else. I couldn’t break free of this fantasy.
“So how are we going to do this anyways?” I asked.
Truth be told I had no idea how we’d even get started with something like this. It’s not like the idea of sharing my girlfriend, fiancée, wife, was something I thought about on a regular basis. At least it hadn’t been something I thought about on a regular basis until this fantasy forcefully inserted itself inside my head and refused to leave despite the number of eviction notices the more rational parts of my brain had given it.
I’m sure there’d be plenty of advice on doing this sort of thing online or something, but we were in the middle of a resort where even the slowest data connection cost an arm and a leg. Sure that would’ve been Whitney’s dad’s arm and leg, but I didn’t want to waste more money than was necessary.
Whitney leaned forward and kissed me once more. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what we need to do. I was pretty experienced at the seduction game before we met. I just need you to go along with it.”
She bit her lip and locked eyes with me again. Looked back and forth between my own eyes. Searched, as though she was trying to find something.
“You’re absolutely sure about this?”
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“I am.”
“Then I am too.”
13: Indecent Proposal
“Taking care of it.” In this case was Whitney wearing a red bikini that made the white bikini she wore yesterday look absolutely tame in comparison. I took the red bikini as a good sign though. I took it to mean that after last night, after finally breaking that month-long voluntary chastity we’d imposed on one another, that was driving me so crazy, she was finally ready to go back into action. Never mind that she was ready to go back into action by seducing a hot beach stud. That was neither here nor there.
I was speechless when I saw her walk out onto our cabana porch in that bikini. The top was barely a couple of scraps of cloth covering her tits. Down below it was a thong that was just as scandalous as any skimpy lingerie I’d ever seen her wear. Not that it mattered that she was only in a thong. Claude had felt a hell of a lot more than that when he was on the dance floor the night before. Still, she was going to be giving one hell of an eyeful to all of those horny bastards who’d walked by yesterday and tried catching a little sneak peek of my wife’s treasures.
I grinned as I thought about it. My cock started to grow hard as I thought about it. Hey, I figured if I was going to go for this fantasy then I might as well go all the way.
I looked down at my gorgeous wife in her skimpy bikini. I looked her up and down. Then, for good measure, I looked her up and down one more time. God, I never got tired of that gorgeous body. That beautiful face. It was amazing how much my entire outlook on life had improved now that I’d finally gotten laid. That one-month drought was driving me crazier than I could’ve possibly imagined when I first agreed to it. I sure as hell wasn’t going to agree to anything like that again, let me tell you!
I reached out and took Whitney’s hand. “Are you ready?”
She smiled up at me. “Ready!”
The beach was gorgeous with white sand running off as far as the eye could see in either direction. The ocean was a beautiful with the clear water and then beautiful blue water stretching out to the horizon. A blue sky up above, fluffy clouds floating lazily past, and warm weather with a just a slight breeze to take off the worst that the sun had to offer. It was a perfect day in every way, made all the more perfect because everything was finally okay between me and Whitney.
I leaned over and kissed her. A kiss that she returned with interest. Then I glanced over and noticed that her frozen drink was close to empty. This was the second one she’d had, but we hadn’t managed to get Claude. In fact, I looked around the beach and hadn’t seen him at all this morning. I was trying to remember if we’d seen him at all yesterday morning, but honestly I didn’t pay much attention to him before he came up and started hitting on Whitney.
Still, I worried that something might have happened to him the night before. That he might have gotten in more trouble after we left. It was odd considering how antagonistic I’d felt towards him so far this trip, but I was actually worried about the guy. I was actually wondering if I should ask the resort if they knew where he was. Find out if his absence was a scheduling thing or if something more sinister was keeping him off the beach.
“Need another drink?”
I jumped nearly a foot off of my lounge chair at the sound of that deep voice. It was as though thinking about him was enough to summon him. I turned and smiled without thinking about how odd it was that I was smiling, both because I was actually glad he was okay considering what he’d done for me the night before and because him being here meant we had a chance to maybe go ahead with our fantasy after all. At least we’d be going ahead with our fantasy if he was willing.
Judging from the way Claude’s eyes were running up and down Whitney’s body I had a feeling he’d be more than willing.
Whitney smiled up to him. She
looked radiant lying back on her lounge chair in that red bikini. And it looked like he was enjoying the view. Enjoying it just as much as he had yesterday, both on the beach and in the club.
Claude knelt down in front of us and for a surprise that cocky attitude was gone from his face. That easy-going smile was no longer there. Instead there was something on his face that was completely unlike anything that I’d seen up to this point. A hint of worry mixed together with something else.
“Listen, I want to apologize to both of you,” Claude said.
I opened my mouth to say something, but he held up a hand to stop me. “No, please let me say this.”
Claude turned to Whitney and anguish was written plainly on his face. “I apologize to you for putting you in danger last night. That club can get a little rowdy, but I thought you’d be safe since you were tourists. Only when they saw you dancing with me, well they thought…”
He didn’t finish that thought. We never found out exactly what it was they’d thought, though I had a pretty good idea from the way they’d acted around my wife exactly what they were expecting when they came out of the crowd and tried to pull her away from Claude. When we ended up getting in a pitched fight, the two of us back to back, trying to keep her away from them. I shuddered thinking about it.
Next Claude turned to me. That apologetic look was still on his face, and to be perfectly honest it surprised me that I was getting one of those looks. I could understand him being apologetic to Whitney after what had happened, but me? What could he possibly be apologizing to me for? He’d pulled me out of the fire last night!
“I also want to apologize to you, Mike,” he said. “Your wife, she is so beautiful. I will admit that I had thoughts of pulling her away from you, of getting close with her on the dance floor, but I never should have done this thing. That’s what led to the problems last night, and for that I sincerely apologize.”
