Insatiable Hotwives' Resort E-Book

Thomas Roberts

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Welcome to the Hotwife Voyeur Resort, where horny wives spread their legs for powerful men and where their eager husbands love to watch! But sometimes the delicious agony of living out a kinky fantasy can become too much. What will happen when they return home? Can these wanton couples return to their everyday humdrum lives...or will the craving to be shared with more lusty studs overpower them?

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

We were leaving the cabin when we paused to read the resort "rules."

- No means no. Every person has the right to turn down a request for sex from any other person, and each guest is expected to honor that right without exceptions.
- Regardless of rule #1 and your right as a guest to refrain from having sex with other guests, it's considered rude to refuse every opportunity (wink).
- While it is not always possible to control erections, male guests are encouraged to keep as much control as possible. Some of us don't want to see your hardons.
- Regardless of rule #3, women who cause men to violate the above rule are highly regarded by resort management. Keep em up, ladies.
- Clothing is optional except in food service areas.
- Guests engaging in sex in public are going to be watched. If guests don't want to be watched by others, go inside.
- Resort employees have been known to have sex with resort guests if invited and if doing so does not interfere with their duties. Please use discretion.

The list continued with pool and restaurant hours, mundane matters mostly.
Mary turned to me, "I guess our questions are about to be answered. Are you ready?"

Leseprobe

Insatiable Hotwives’ Resort

Thomas Roberts

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Edited by Carson McCullen

Copyright Thomas Roberts 2021

This book is intended for ADULTS ONLY and all characters at over 18 years of age.

This book is an erotic work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is accidental and damned amazing.

There is sex, lots of it. There is wife cheating and all kinds of goings-on. If that offends you, please don’t read this book. But if you’re looking for a fun, dirty read, this is it.

Book 1 of “Insatiable Hotwives’ Resort”

Hotwife Voyeur Resort

Written by Thomas Roberts

Chapter 1

We’d just returned from a party when my beautiful wife tackled me in the bedroom. Sitting naked on top of me, she eased my erection into her dripping pussy. It wasn’t like Mary to be suddenly this aggressive. Usually, sex was my idea, and it often took significant foreplay to make her excited enough for me to enter her. But not tonight. Tonight, she didn’t need any stimulation from me.

It wasn’t like we didn’t make love anymore, but after ten years of marriage and two children, we weren’t the horny rabbits we’d once been. I’d met Mary in college; we’d gone to a conservative religious school. I was shocked speechless the first time I’d seen her. She was so incredibly beautiful; she could have easily been mistaken for an actress or a beauty queen. Not only did she have beautiful dark hair, but even her lips were perfect, seemingly made for kissing. They could have been used as a model for the ideal feminine facial characteristic.

Despite her erotic face and body, Mary was wholesome. She did not need makeup and used very little. She was far out of my league, and I was embarrassed to approach her.

She turned out to be easy to talk to, and before long, I was in the “friend zone.” We’d shared too much, and we knew each other too well to become a “couple” couple. I asked Mary to go out with me on a date, not just as friends but on a real date. I had to ask her dozens of times before she agreed.

“You know, this will probably end our friendship,” she said.

“No, it won’t. I like you, and I want to be your friend even if our date is a disaster,” I told her. “You mean too much to me to lose you as a friend. I think because we know each other so well, we’re meant to be more than just pals. We don’t need to act strangely around each other. We can just be ourselves but with one crucial difference.”

“Which is?” She asked.

“We’ll be evaluating each other as partners,” I explained. “Maybe you’ll even give me a goodnight kiss.”

“What if I don’t?”

“The next morning, it will be like the date never happened. We’ll hit ‘delete’ and be friends again,” I explained, my fingers crossed behind my back. Mary was already laughing. That’s one of the things I loved about my friend. She has a big warm smile, and when she laughs, it comes out as a contagious giggle. One can’t help laughing along with her. Her enjoyment is catchy.

We had a wonderful time.

Our date was traditional, dinner and a movie. What could be more conventional than that combination? We talked, we shared popcorn at the movie, we laughed at the lame comedy, and we held hands.

Afterward, at Mary’s apartment, I reminded her. “This is a date, you know.”

“I know,” she said, moving closer, and we reached for each other.

For the first time, I was holding my best friend in my arms. I could feel the firmness of her bra through her thin blouse pressed against me. Our lips touched, chaste at first, just two friends pressing their lips together. She tasted wonderful, and my senses are overloaded with the smell of her perfume. Her lips softened, and her mouth opened a little. I ran the tip of my tongue over her top lip and was rewarded with a soft moan as her tongue met mine.

“Don’t get a boner, don’t get a boner,” was all I could think. Followed by, “Shit,” as my cock pushed down my left leg. I grew a full erection in seconds. It grew faster than it ever had before, even quicker than my morning wood.

Mary pulled her head back enough to look up at me and moved her hips in a small circle. “I think you like me, William,” she said before pushing her hips forward, making full contact with my hardon.

“Oh God, Mary,” my voice sounded weak even to me, “I more than just like you.”

“I had a great time, Bill,” she said. “I’d like to go on more ‘dates’ with you. If...” and she moved away, deep in thought. “Bill, I want to sleep with you tonight, but you know I’m a virgin. It won’t happen tonight, and it may never happen,” her eyes stared into mine. “Let’s just sit down, turn on the television, and do more of this.” She stopped suddenly, “But you have to promise you can control both of us, so we won’t do something we’ll regret.”

That was my first date with Mary. We sat on the couch kissing ever more feverishly until we agreed I’d better go before we did that thing we’d regret. My hand was gently caressing her breast, through her bra and blouse, at the time.

Years later, after we were married and had children, Mary confided to me she’d been so turned on after our first date, she had to masturbate before she could sleep. That was when she’d decide she was in love with me, and one way or another, she was going to marry her best friend.

For my part, my erection didn’t subside until I’d jacked off thinking about Mary. The taste of her lips, the smell of her perfume, the feel of her bra-covered breast. I was in love with my best friend. It couldn’t get any better than that, and it never did.

Mary didn’t give me her virginity until we’d gone on two more dates. The night remains one of my most cherished memories, along with our wedding and the births of our children. Suppose I could only hold on to one memory? Our first time together would be the one I’d choose. I’d stripped Mary slowly, kissing and caressing every inch of her as it was exposed. I showed her how much I adored her by worshipping her body. When her breasts were uncovered, I kissed them and sucked her nipples. My eyes were wide open, not wanting to miss a thing as she moaned and held my head, her fingers in my hair.

She bared my throbbing erection before I had her entirely naked. I wasn’t a virgin like Mary, but I didn’t have nearly enough experience to know what I was doing. Mary ran her hand tenderly over my cock, causing it to jump and drip. She seemed fascinated as she touched me, stroking it until I put my hand on hers and asked her to stop before it was too late. She looked quizzical until realization dawned, and she smiled at me.

Mary took her panties off, baring her dark pubic hair, and my breath caught in my throat. I laid her gently on the bed, took her in my arms, and for the first time, we held each other naked, our skin touching and our lips met in feverish kisses.

I did the unthinkable that first time. I went down on my future wife before I entered her. I don’t know what came over me; I wanted to taste her, I wanted her to know how much she was honoring me. She told me later I had shocked her. Only “very married” couples did that! But she’d loved it.

Mary looked every bit as beautiful ten years later as she had the day we married. She’d filled out some, which made her even more attractive. Her breasts were fuller—babies will do that to a woman. Her breasts weren’t large, just perfect mounds, sitting high on her chest. Mary was tall and slender, high-waisted, so her legs were longer than average. She had a flat stomach which made her breasts appear to be high on her chest. Her hips and butt were a tad fuller giving her more of a rounded figure, but her weight was the same as in college.

Ten years later, after the party, Mary was on top of me when she said it. My cock was buried in her wet, hot pussy as she humped me. My wife tried to speak as her hips moved and her clitoris rubbed against me. “I found... out something about… Tad ... oh... and Linda,” she took a deep breath. “They’re ... oh ... swingers.”

“They sleep with other people?” I asked stupidly. The news shocked and excited me.

“Yes. Tad lets ... Linda fuck ... other men. Oh Bill, he just wants to watch her,” Mary was having a harder time talking as she neared her climax. Suddenly, she stopped moving and looked down at me, breathing hard. “I would never let another woman get her claws in you, so don’t get any ideas.” She started moving again.

“He watches as they fuck her?” I asked.

“Yes, and he jacks off.”

I was getting excited, not that I wasn’t excited before, of course. I put my feet flat on the bed so that I could pound into Mary from below. My sudden thrusts caught her by surprise, and she groaned.

“I want to watch you being fucked by another man,” I said. I don’t know where the thought came from, but now that I’d said it, I could picture it. “I want to see you cum with another man buried inside you.” I was fucking her as fast and as hard as I could.

“You do? Do you want another woman?” We were having a serious, life-altering conversation while fucking as hard and fast as we could.

“No, I just want to watch you.” I came hard, and she joined me. I held her with my cock buried to my balls inside her.

Mary laid facing away from me, breathing deeply. I put my arm around her and cuddled to her backside. We stayed like that for a long time before Mary turned to me.

“It’ll never happen, Bill. I’m your wife, and I’ll never cheat on you.” She rolled out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. I admired her perfect ass as she moved.

“You’re looking at my ass, aren’t you?”

“Yes, honey, you have a world-class perfect behind,” I said.

“You have to say that, you’re my husband,” she said as she disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Chapter 2

We led a typical suburban life—took the kids to school and went to work. We tried to have dinners together, but mostly we talked in passing as we rushed from one thing to the next. Twice, I tried to speak to her about the fantasy, but each time, Mary brushed me off with a quick, “It’ll never happen, Bill.”

Three weeks later, we scheduled a “date night.” We arranged to drop the kids off with my parents before going out to eat, then coming home to make love. Alone in the house without kids squabbling or any other distractions. Just us, two friends in love with each other.

I’d dropped the kids off early in the afternoon to give us time to decompress before we went out. Mary spent a long time soaking in the bathtub and concentrating on her hair and makeup. By the time I held the car door open for her, my wife looked incredible, and I had never been so proud to be her husband. Mary could have posed for a fashion magazine cover.

I, on the other hand, was as well put together as I could manage.

“We make a good-looking couple, don’t we?”

“A couple of what?” I asked back.

Mary put her arms around me and pulled me close.

“A couple of horny fuckers, that’s what we look like.” That was my beautiful, elegant-looking wife with a new, world-class dirty mouth. She made me laugh.

Dinner was fantastic—quiet with just the two of us free to talk like adults, with not a kid’s menu in sight. I could feel the tension draining from my wife as the night went on. Mary was free to have a couple of drinks and relax.

“I like this, Mary. Just being with you... like this,” I told her.

“Let’s move and not tell anyone our new address,” she joked, finally loose enough to let herself enjoy the evening.

We strolled around the block afterward, and on a whim, ducked into a dance club. Several more drinks and numerous dances later, I pulled the car into our garage. We were slightly sweaty from dancing and a little drunk. Mary threw her arms around me and kissed me like she hadn’t kissed me in a long time. We made out like lovers ten years younger.

We were naked in bed when I started talking. I don’t know why the words came out of me as I caressed Mary’s sensitive nipples.

“We’re in a hotel bar, we checked in hours ago, and now, we’re having a drink together,” I began.

“Just the two of us?”

“Yes. You’re wearing the same short dress you had on tonight. The bar is full of lonely businessmen traveling for work. I see them checking you out, admiring your legs, trying to get a better look at your breasts.”

“They want to see my tits?” she asked me. “They must be very lonely to want to see these.” Mary rolled toward me, sticking her chest out.

“Being openly admired by so many men is turning you on because you know what they want, and it excites you.” I stroked the inside of her thigh, brushing her pussy with every caress. “I dare you to take your panties off and give them to me, right there in the bar. At first, you won’t do it, and then you do. You do it fast, and I don’t see it until you hold your hand out and give me your damp panties.”

“Oh, Bill. I’m wearing my dress without panties on?” Mary was breathing harder, and I held her close, almost whispering in her ear.

“I tell you I’m going to the men’s room, and when I come back, I’m going to sit at a single table and watch you,” I continue.

“Watch me do what?” Mary wondered.

“Watch you flirt with the men. Watch them buy you drinks as they try to get you to sleep with them.”

“And then what?” She asked, moving my hand to her pussy.

“You’re going to do whatever you want. Whatever a single woman would do in a bar full of horny men she’d never see again.” Mary was moving her pussy against my hand.

“I take my time in the restroom, and when I come back, you’re standing at the bar, talking to a tall, good-looking guy. He’s standing very close to you, and he touches your arm as he talks. Once he even touches your side. You’re doing the same, smiling as you talk and touching him in an innocent-seeming way. One time, you put your hand on him as though you’re going to push him away, but instead, you caress his hard chest. I see your lips move as you ask him something, and then you move your hand down to explore his six-pack stomach.”

“He has a six-pack?” she asked, humming as I stroked between her lower lips.

“I send you a text. I tell you that I’m going up to the room to hide in the closet so that you can bring him up. I see you read my message and glance my way when I stand up to leave. Your eyes close, and you spread your legs apart because the man has discovered you don’t have panties on under your dress.”

“Like this?” Mary spread her legs wide and pushed her hips off the bed. I slipped a finger inside her pussy. A moment later, I add a finger to stroke her clitoris.

“Oh, yes, do that.”

“I’m hiding in the closet peeking out the slats when the door opens. I hear sounds of kissing and the rustle of clothing. When you finally appear, the man is carrying you. You’re hanging on his neck, and your eyes are fixed on his face. Your dress and bra are gone. My wife is naked with another man.

I tell myself that I should be upset, but I’m not. I have to loosen my pants because my cock is rock hard, and I need to touch it. The need to stroke myself is stronger than it’s ever been before.

I watch him set you down on the edge of the bed, but you slide to the floor, where you pull his belt loose and his pants down until his thick cock pops out. You take him in your mouth.”

“I’m sucking his cock, Bill.”

“My cock is throbbing. It’s jerking in my hand as I watch you. I’m so turned on I’m afraid I’ll cum from watching my wife suck his thick, long erection. His hands are on your breasts, pinching and twisting your nipples as you lick and suck.”

Mary got to her knees and took my dick into her warm, wet mouth. I pinched and twisted her nipples because sometimes Mary likes me to treat her breasts roughly.

“Before he can cum in your mouth, you lay on your back and beg him to fuck you. You beg him to fuck your married pussy,” I said as Mary lay on her back and begged me to fuck her. I continued the story as I held myself on my hands and knees, hovering over her. Mary pulled on my hips and begged me to fuck her hard. I slid my cock into my wife’s dripping wet twat. I didn’t need to prepare her. She was soppy wet, and open for me.

“You love the feel of his thick cock spreading you open. He can’t see me, so I open the closet door for you to watch me stroking my hardon as I watch my wife fucking a man she just met in a hotel bar. You can see how hard I am. My cock is red from excitement as I watch.”

Mary was groaning and fucking up at me, just barely in control. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

“He’s starting to cum inside you, and the feel of his cock exploding deep inside sets you off. You can feel his hot cum as his cock pumps inside you, and you cum with him. It’s all too much for me, watching another man cumming inside my unprotected wife, and I explode in my handkerchief.”

Mary was cumming with me as I reached this point in my story. Afterward, we collapsed in each other’s arms, sweat covering us, both breathing hard.

“Then what happened?” she asked, her breath warm against my ear.

“I slip out of the room, and the next morning, you call me to come back. The guy fucked you all night.”

“Oh, wow, Bill,” Mary’s hips pushed against my softening erection.

“I’d never do it, you know,” she said, but her pupils had dilated, and her face was bright red from more than the sex we’d had.

“I know,” I told her, but I wasn’t so sure.

Chapter 3

Mary was a school teacher, and I was an accountant. One of my fantasies involved the dress she sometimes wore to teach. It was a white dress with roses printed on it, reaching to mid-calf.

I could easily imagine her wearing it over her naked body. There was just something about that dress that turned me on every time I saw her in it.

Mary had been very conservative in her language. She’d never use words like “cum,” or “boobs,” and I would never use them around her. The word “cunt,” was, without doubt, the dirtiest word in the English language as far as she was concerned.

She had such a different understanding of those words than a man would have; to me, cunt evoked a mental picture of a highly aroused woman’s genitals. I knew it was often, maybe usually, used to describe a despicable woman, but that’s not what I thought when I heard it used.

We’d had a long conversation about words. Mary knew what they meant to me and how a word like “cunt” coming from her mouth was probably enough to make me “cum.” She smiled as we talked and acknowledged how we understood them differently. She even agreed, given the right situation, she might find them arousing.

I wasn’t sure Mary had ever orgasmed with me. I knew she enjoyed sex, but I also knew she kept a vibrator in her panty drawer. I’d discovered it innocently enough, and now I checked it from time to time to see if it had been moved in the drawer. I wanted to know if she’d used it, I guess. I didn’t care. She didn’t need to keep it hidden. Hell, she could have used it in front of me. I would have enjoyed seeing her use it.

One Saturday morning, I got up early and softly closed the bedroom door behind me so Mary could sleep. About an hour later, the shower turned on in our bathroom. I couldn’t hear it, but I felt the water pressure drop.

I did a dirty, despicable thing I’m not proud of doing. While Mary was in the shower, I checked her vibrator. Not only had it been moved, but it was damp! My wife had been masturbating in our bed. For all I knew, she’d been at it the entire time I’d been awake.

I took myself and my erection to the bathroom and into the shower stall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, turning to face me, her arms held over her breasts.

“I’m taking a shower with my gorgeous wife, and because I love her so much, I’m offering to make sure her tits are shiny clean,” I said, easing her arms away from her chest, so I could use my soap covered hands to wash her.

“I think while I’m at it, I should help her clean her pussy. You know what they say about a clean pussy?” I asked as I rubbed my hand between her legs. The soap had rinsed off my hand, and what I was feeling was a slick, swollen twat.

“What do they say?” Mary gasped.

“A clean pussy is a happy pussy.” I was stroking her clit the way I knew she liked.

“What do they say about a dirty cock?” she asked.

“That’s it’s best cleaned by a happy pussy,” I said, turning her so she could put her hands were on the tiled wall. I pulled her hips up and toward me as I entered her from behind.

“Oh, Bill,” she gasped again. Her pussy offered no resistance as I pushed inside her. “How did you know what I wanted?”

“It’s what I want too.” I held her hips and fucked her as hard and as fast as I could.

I took the shower nozzle off the hook to make things more interesting, and using the long hose, directing the stream directly on her clitoris as I pounded her from the back.

I learned two things that day. The first was Mary knew how to use dirty words.

“Oh Christ, baby. I’m getting so close, and I love the water on my clit. Make me cum, Bill.” She was lost in the sensations overwhelming her body. “Spray my dirty cunt,” she screamed as she came.

The second thing I learned was Mary could orgasm with me; she did it in the shower as I exploded inside her.

“I’m sorry, Bill.” Mary turned to me in embarrassment after I slipped out of her. “I got carried away.”

“Sorry?” I asked. “Mary, that’s probably the most exciting sex we’ve ever had. I loved everything you said, every word you used.” I held her tight to my chest. Her arms were over her breasts again, and the water was beginning to turn cold.

“I love you, Mary. I love knowing I’ve pleased you.”

“You always please me, Bill.” Mary gave me a strange look as she grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower.

Mary loosened up considerably after we made love in the shower. Not only in the way we talked and how we made love, but in how she dressed. I admit to being a bad influence on her.

Before long, my wife was wearing more revealing clothing when she wasn’t at work. She began to show more skin, and her language became more graphic, at least, when it was just the two of us, but she never used the word “cunt” again.

You can’t win them all.

Chapter 4

“Tell me that story again,” Mary was lying naked between my legs, her hand toying with my balls.

“Which story?” I asked.

“The one in the hotel,” she answered.

“Okay, but I’m going to change it,” I told her. “We’re visiting Las Vegas, and our hotel, in addition to gambling, has a dance club in it. The first night, we eat and gamble, but as we walk around, we pass the club. It’s early, and not much is happening, so we go up to our room and make love.”

“Do I play with your dick like this?” Mary softly sucked the head of my cock. She wasn’t sucking hard enough to get me off, but she had me fully erect.

“Yes, we do some of that. The next night, we decide to visit the club, maybe even dance, but Friday night and the club was crowded. I want to go in, but you don’t at first.” Mary was playing with my balls as she sucked, smiling up at me.

“Do I change my mind?” she asked, running her fingers over the wet head of my hardon.

“Yes, you do. We push our way through the crowd, holding hands until we can make it to a bar. The drinks are strong, and after we have a couple, we decide to dance.”

“Is it techno dancing?” Mary wasn’t a fan.

“It’s not. The club we’re in plays different kinds of music, mostly country. The dance floor is crowded, and before I know what’s happening, another guy has joined us, but he’s mostly dancing with you. He’s a tall black guy and looks like that basketball player you like.”

“He does? In Las Vegas, he could be that guy.” Mary looks excited by the thought as she takes more of my cock in her mouth.

“Soon, you’ve forgotten all about me; you’re dancing with the basketball player. Then the music changes and slows down. Without even looking my way, you let him take you in his arms, and the two of you move together.”

“What do you do?” Mary is looking up at me, licking my dick like an ice cream cone. “Do you watch me dance with him?” she asked as she straddled my leg, her clit rubbing against my knee.

“I do. I move to the side of the dance floor so I can watch. You have your arms around him, and he’s holding you tight, so your bodies are touching. That’s when you feel his erection. He’s hard for you. His cock is throbbing against your pussy. You made him hard, and you feel so powerful. A man like that is excited to be holding you in his arms, so you rub against him and make him even harder.”

Mary had her eyes closed, her hips moving as she rubbed her damp pussy against my knee.

“He’s hard because of me?”

“You’re turning him on, and he can’t help himself. He lifts your face to his and kisses you. His lips are demanding as moves his cock against you like he’s fucking you.”

“Oh,” Mary was humping my thigh and rubbing my cock on her soft breast.

“He whispers in your ear, ‘I’m going to fuck you,’ before taking your hand and walking off the dance floor with you following him.”

Mary has moved up my body so she can trap my cock between her legs and against her pussy.

“Where does he take me?”

“He opens an unmarked door that leads to a service hallway. He leans you back against the wall and kisses you while he opens your blouse and unfastens your bra, just as I slip inside the door behind him. It’s dark where I’m standing, and he hasn’t noticed me, but you have.”

“Are you excited, seeing a black man touching your wife’s tits?” Mary asked.

“I’m very excited.” My cock was rock hard between the lips of her pussy. “I want to see him fuck you. How do you feel about a black man playing with your breasts?”

“I’m about to cum. I want to touch his hard cock, and I want to see how big it is when I touch him,” Mary reached between her legs from the rear and tried to get me inside her pussy.

“I have my hand in my pocket rubbing my cock when you touch his hardon. He’s enormous, hard, and thick. He spins you around and pins you to the wall. He pulled your dress up from the back and pushed your panties aside. You feel the cold wall on your tits as he starts to push his cock inside you. You’re very wet, but he’s so big. You’ve never felt a cock as big as his. He’s stretching you, and it feels so good. You push your ass back at him to take even more of him inside.”

I was buried inside my wife’s pussy, and she humped against me. Being on top seemed to be her favorite position lately.

“What are you doing while he’s fucking me with his big black cock?” she panted.

“I’ve got my cock out, and I’m jacking off. I hear you moaning and begging him to fuck you harder.”

“Oh yes… harder.” Mary was working up to a major orgasm.

“He’s slamming into you and stretching your pussy. His big balls are slapping against your clit.”

“Oh… oh… my clit,” Mary had pushed her fingers between our bodies so she could stroke herself. “So… so… good, honey.”

“He pushes all the way inside you and starts to cum. As you feel his big cock pumping, you start to cum too. I hear you as I squirt into a napkin. As soon as I can, I slip out the door and back into the bar to wait for you. I don’t know what happens to you next, but you don’t come into the bar until almost an hour later, your clothes wrinkled.”

“I get on my knees and make love to his beautiful black cock until he’s hard again, then I put my hands on the wall and beg him to keep fucking me. He takes a really long time to cum this time, but I’m so turned on, I cum over and over again. When I walked back into the club, his cum was running down my legs, and it felt like my vagina was having spasms. All I wanted was for you to make love to me.”

“I take you up to our room and do something I swore I’d never do.”

Mary was fucking me as hard as she could, racing for her orgasm, and I was about to join her.

“What did you do, Bill?”

“I licked your wet pussy.”

“Oh, God… I’m cumming.”

We held each other for a long time afterward.

“You’d actually lick my pussy after another man had fucked me?”

“I just told you, I swore never to do that.”

Mary sat up, her knees together as she adjusted her hair.

“That would be so hot, too bad it’s never going to happen.”

I watched her, my cock softening and twitching, as she walked into the shower.

Chapter 5

I had “dummy shopped” for Mary’s birthday at the end of winter. “Dummy shopping” means I wandered around the women’s department and looked at how the fashion dummies were dressed. When I saw a mannequin dressed the way I’d like Mary to dress, I’d give a salesperson a list of her measurements and sizes and buy exactly what was on the dummy. “Dummy shopping,” a husband’s best friend.

The summer fashions were out, and I could pick up outfits Mary would never buy for herself. Outfits that were more daring than she was used to wearing, including swimming suits that showed far more flesh than my wife had ever exposed outside our bedroom.

Mary was unsure as she unwrapped her gifts. She’d been excited at first to be given so many boxes, but as she opened them, I could see the doubt in her eyes.

“Bill, I don’t know if I can wear any of these,” she said, a worried look on her face.

“Because they’re too daring?”

“Yes.” She was holding up the barely-there swimming suit.

“How about if you wear them just for me, on special occasions,” I suggested.

“Who decides what’s a special occasion?”

“I do,” I said, hugging her to me.

Even though Mary was unsure of herself, I knew she was excited. I was giving her permission to do something she’d never do herself. I was saying that it was okay for her to wear revealing outfits by buying them for her. I’d taken the weight from her. The fault was mine and not hers. It was my fault she was showing too much skin and maybe even accidentally flashing another man.

It took some time, but Mary eventually saw things my way. Besides, she loved the clothes, and she loved that I’d bought them for her, which excited her to wear them. Even if they made her uncomfortable at first, a strange thing happened. She began to enjoy dressing to please me. Over time, she started dressing to please us both.

The night of Mary’s birthday, we went to bed early—the kids safely out of the house with Mary’s parents, eating pizza and ice cream. The stuff her parents had never allowed my wife when she was growing up.

Mary softly stroked my cock, and spoke in a low soft voice. She’d never told me a fantasy before, and I was immediately aroused. My cock was rigid, and her voice trembled.

“We were at a big barbeque; it was summer and very hot. We’d been drinking all day, and somewhere along the line, I lost track of you. I didn’t know anyone, so I was happy to talk to a young cowboy standing near the same punch bowl,” she began.

“The punch had more alcohol than fruit juice, but still, it tasted great. I kept filling my plastic cup as he talked. I was wearing a light sundress because of the heat, and he was wearing jeans and a cowboy-style shirt with snaps for buttons. He even sounded like a cowboy, and I loved listening to his stories about working on a ranch.” Mary rolled on her side, throwing her leg over mine; her hand rested casually on my hard cock.

“Was he turning you on?” I asked.

“Yes. I felt guilty, but I knew you liked the idea of me with another man, so I just let myself go with it.

“After a while, I had to go inside to the bathroom, and I asked him to hold my drink so he wouldn’t wander away. I decided to take off my bra—because it was so hot, and I was sweating so much the straps were starting to chafe. But also because he was turning me on so much, my panties were soaking wet, and not wearing a bra seemed like a safe way to make things even more exciting.” Mary was rubbing her pussy against my thigh. She’d started shaving her pussy, and the shockingly soft skin of her twat as she humped my leg felt fantastic. She was leaving a trail of moisture on me.

“He was standing in the exact same spot, holding my drink, when I returned. He’d refilled the plastic glass back up to the rim, even though I’d already had more to drink than I should have,” she continued. “We talked some more, then he told me he’d just bought a new car, and it was out in the parking lot. He was so excited that I asked him to show it to me.”

Mary placed a naked leg on each side of my hips to sit on me and stroke her pussy against my erection. Her pussy lips spread wide as she rubbed her wet clit on my hardon.

“When I got into the car, my dress pulled up, almost exposing everything to him. There was a street light just off to the side, and it was shining on me. It was then that I saw you watching us, but you couldn’t see anything below my waist. Still, you stood there, staring at us and rubbing the front of your pants.” Mary was moving faster on me as she tried to talk.

“I could tell I was turning you on, so I kissed him. I scooted up to him, put my hand behind his head, and kissed him. He was a great kisser; his lips were demanding. I heard myself moaning, and I moaned even louder when he played with my breasts. At first, he just touched me through my dress, but when he discovered I didn’t have a bra on, he went to work.” Mary wouldn’t let me push my erection inside her wet pussy. She wanted to finish her story or at least get to the good part.

“He was kissing and sucking my nipples when I saw you again. You were higher somehow. Maybe you were sitting on something so you could look down into the front seat of his car. The light must have been perfect because I knew, somehow, you could see everything. When he put his hand up my dress and rubbed my pussy, I just about lost it. It felt so good, but I was worried about you."

“You didn’t need to be worried about me,” I added, using my hands on her hips to help her slide against my straining erection.

“Did you like seeing him touch me?” she panted.

“Yes,” I was too excited to add more.

“Then you’d love what happened next.” Mary took a moment to adjust herself, so my cock slid into the entrance to her vagina.

“I took off my panties and climbed on his lap backward as he moved the seat back all the way. I wanted you to watch me lower myself onto his big hardon.”

I was buried inside my wife’s pussy, but she controlled the action. She fucked me slowly and continued the story.

“He squeezed my breasts, honey, and they were so sensitive to his touch. He pushed his big cock inside, stretching me as I opened for him. Could you see it?”

“Mary, Jesus, I could see his fat cock stretching you. I could see his hands squeezing your boobs,” I was close to wailing.

“Did you play with your cock while you watched another man fuck your wife?” she asked. Mary was looking deep into my eyes, and she started to fuck me. Her eyes dilated until all I could see were her pupils. Her face flushed, and I heard the sloshing sound of my cock in her wet pussy.

“I was beating off as fast as my fist could move. I’d never been more excited. My wife was fulfilling my fantasy. She was fucking another man while I watched!” I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.

“He was fucking me so good, honey. My head was resting on the steering wheel, and when I started, I looked up at you.” Mary was cumming on me. Her voice was loud.

“I love you, Mary,” I said and exploded inside her.

“I love you too, Bill.”

Then we were lying next to each other, bathed in sweat. My heart rate was returning to normal.

“Then what happened?” I asked.

“Oh, I just got dressed and joined you.”

“And we fucked all night?” I asked.

“And we fucked all night.”

Chapter 6

Two months later, I showed Mary the website for a resort in the Caribbean that was clothing optional. It was a resort where anything could and apparently often did happen, judging by the pictures and the suggestive language. Even though the resort tried to sound like the perfect spot for couples to have a romantic getaway, they were clearly marketing to hotwifes and cuckolds. The resort was the ideal spot for people to have sex with strangers.

“I want us to vacation there,” I said.

“Oh, Bill, I can’t go around naked. Besides, what if… you know… ‘it’ happens?” Mary had scrutinized the site before agreeing with my analysis.

“I think you look wonderful naked, and I don’t care if ‘you know’ happens,” I told her.

Mary seriously studied my expression for a long time—long enough to make me uncomfortable. I guessed she was trying to determine if I was telling her the truth.

“It scares me, Bill.”

“It excites you too, doesn’t it?” I asked.

“It scares me more, but it excites me a little,” Mary admitted, and she stood to end the conversation. Before she turned to leave, I noticed my wife’s nipples were hard even though it was a warm day.

Nothing more was said about the vacation for months, but Mary began using our health club membership in earnest. She went every morning, and she ran in the evenings after teaching. Not wanting to fall behind, I joined her.

Mary was working out with purpose. One of the instructors at the club worked with her one-on-one for two days a week as she completed the circuit. The instructor had Mary work on her arms, back, chest, abs, and legs. At first, she was using light weights, doing few repetitions. By the end of summer, she was working out like a demon.

The same thing happened with our running. At first, Mary had a hard time running around the block. By fall, she was able to run five miles with ease.

All of this exercise was good for me as well. By fall, I could feel and see a noticeable difference in both of us. Mary looked gorgeous before, now she was beyond spectacular looking, and her libido caught up with her physical improvements. Mary was horny all the time.

Suggestive comments from her trainer helped develop her newly rediscovered sexuality. Other club members had discovered my wife’s appearance, also. A club that had mainly been empty when she worked out was suddenly full of young men trying to get in a position where they could watch her.

Mary was always needy after working out. She told me being watched had embarrassed her at first, but lately, she’d been aroused knowing she was attracting so much male interest.

“Am I giving off a scent?” she asked me.

“Yes, but not the kind you think. You’re hot, Mary. They love looking at you and imagining what you might look like working out naked.”

“They do not. Shut up.” But my wife was blushing a deep red.

The next day, Mary wore her most revealing exercise clothes. It was an outfit I’d given her as a joke present. The top hugged her breasts so tightly she might as well have been topless. Her nipples were hard and visible. The bottoms were almost two sizes too small, and her camel-toe could be seen from across the room. It became even more apparent as her crotch became damp and semi-transparent.

When I returned home that day, Mary was openly using her vibrator. I walked in just as my wife reached her peak.

“What were you thinking about while using the vibrator?” I asked her. “Besides being watched by the men at the club. I know this wasn’t the first time you’ve used it by yourself.”

“Never you mind,” she answered with a grin.

“Are you thinking about me?”

“Sorta.”

“Sorta? How can you ‘sorta’ be thinking about me while you use the vibrator?”

“I make up stories to tell myself. Is that weird? Am I a pervert now?” She looked mildly concerned.

“No, I don’t think you’re a pervert.” I held her close to me. “What kind of stories do you make up?”

“Oh, you know,” her voice was muffled from holding her head close to my chest. “Like the one I told you.”

My cock hardened, and since I was only wearing a loose pair of shorts without underwear, my growing erection was apparent to my wife.

“I’m making your cock hard,” she said while using her hand to touch the front of my shorts lightly.

“Yes, you are. Am I watching you in all the stories you tell yourself?”

Mary buried her face further in my shirt, her hand tightening on my now hard cock. I could barely hear her answer, “Yes. Most of the time.”

I moved her head, so I could kiss her and look into her eyes.

“I’m always there in your stories, but you’re having sex with other men while I watch?”

“Sometimes you’re at home, all horny and hard, waiting for me. You must think I’m horrible,” her face looked troubled.

“No, I don’t think you’re horrible.” My cock throbbed in her hand. “I want to do it. I want to do it for real. I want to watch my wife have sex with another man.” Mary looked at me. “I even want to wait alone while my wife fucks another man.”

“Are you serious, Bill? Because if you’re not, this is the time to tell me.” She didn’t look troubled now. She looked solemn.

“Yes, I’m serious.” My cock was throbbing hard in her hand. I have no idea how I didn’t cum at that moment.

Mary released my cock and stood up. “Are you serious about not wanting another woman, no matter what I do?”

“Yes, I’m serious. No matter what happens, no matter what you do, I wouldn’t touch another woman,” I answered. My heart was pounding in my chest, my mouth dry. We were arriving at an important point in our marriage. A point once crossed could never be crossed back again.

“Book the resort vacation for us, Bill. Tell me the dates, and I’ll arrange time off from school and for my parents to look after the kids.”

My breath caught in my throat.

As she walked through the door, she turned suddenly and looked at me.

“Show me your cock, Bill.”

I rapidly pulled my shorts down, my erection sticking straight up, as hard as it had ever been.

“What if you had to be on this side of the door while I fucked a big black guy in our bedroom, and you could only listen?”

My cock erupted as I groaned. I came so hard cum splashed on my tee-shirt in long ropes of white semen. Mary smiled at me before turning back to the bedroom and closing the door behind her. A moment later, I heard her moaning and the hum of her vibrator again.