A Week at the Beach: A Hotwife Romance (14 page)

"Do you feel different?"

"About what happened?"

"I just mean, different than you did back home. You seem different. You seem...less uptight." Those last two words were a calculated risk.

She leaned back, smiling and shaking her head. I barely saw the smack on the shoulder coming. For a woman her size, she packed quite a punch.

"Ow!" I grimaced, rubbing the spot.

"I can't believe you just said that!" Thankfully, she was still smiling. "But I guess maybe you're a little bit right. I don't know what's gotten into me. Maybe it's the sea air." She spun around and I watched her perfect, round ass swaying back into the room. "Maybe it's the motion of the ocean!"

I groaned but felt my cock harden. Even her teasing turned me on. She was already heading towards the bag she'd packed for the beach. I scurried up behind her as she picked it up and leaned in to kiss her cheek. She felt my half-stiff cock pressing against her ass.

"Mr. Smith," she purred, "you've changed a bit yourself. What stamina! What have you been thinking about?"

"I've been thinking about you," I answered, pressing another kiss onto her neck. I pulled her closer. She tilted her head and let me in.

"Are you sure? Is that all?"

"That ass of yours brought me here," I said, kissing a trail down to her shoulder.

"Oh! I think I might know!" she put a playful hand over her mouth "Could you be thinking of our big, black friend pushing his big, black cock into me last night?"

A surge of adrenaline rushed through me at the suggestion. I hadn't been thinking of that at all, but now that she mentioned it, I wouldn't be able to stop. My cock hardened and she felt it against her ass. I walked her towards the bed.

"Oh!" she smiled, "I guess you
were
thinking about that." She giggled. My cock flexed.

Something started raging inside me. It wasn't that I was bothered, that she was using what had happened last night to turn me on. I found it completely and utterly erotic, that she had this new power, this new switch she could flip any time she wanted. I loved that she had it, and I wanted nothing more than to control it, too.

I started pawing at the shorts she'd put on over her bikini.

"Oh Mr. Smith! You're so naughty!" she said, playing the innocent schoolgirl. "But not as naughty as big, black Bastian was. Did you see? The way he had me?"

As she said it, our eyes met. For a split second there was terror in hers, like she was wondering if she'd gone too far.

The moment swept me into some primal state. I threw her onto the bed. For a second, I wondered if I'd gone too far, if I'd been too rough. As soon she stopped bouncing, though, she started giggling again.

"Oh Mr. Smith?!?" she said, her mouth round in mock surprise, "What are you doing to me?" Even as she said it, I watched her raise her pert little ass towards me. I could barely stand it.

I didn't know why but I suddenly found the schoolgirl act intensely arousing. The giggles. The bubbly personality. The memory of her being taken by Bastian's hard, black cock the night before. I needed to fuck her right then.

I tore off my shorts, my erection springing out. She looked at it and giggled again. "Oh, my!"

I pulled her hips up, the way he'd done. Hooking my fingers under the elastic of her shorts, I tugged them down in one quick motion, together with her bikini bottom. To add to my arousal, she was already wet. Pointing myself at her, I touched the tip of my cock to her slippery cunt.

"Ungh..." The sound escaped her lips. As if it, too had come from somewhere primal. Spreading her beautiful cheeks apart, I pressed myself inside.

Her hot pussy swallowed my length easily, stretched by Bastian's awesome member the night before. I pulled her hips up even further, taking the same position he'd had her in. One leg on the floor, the other on the bed. As I got a handle on her body, I began to drive myself inside.

"Oh, Mr. Smith!" she said, trying to keep up the act.

I rammed my cock into her cunt, plowing her face into the bed. She let out a moan. I wondered if she was thinking of him? I wondered if she was thinking of her new, black lover even as I fucked her. The thought made me fuck her even harder.

Samantha turned her head, just enough to see me from beneath her curls. Her sultry look made me throb inside her. The smile that crept across her face made my groan. With me driving her into the mattress, her whole body shaking, she reached slowly around herself with both hands. She put them on her ass, next to mine. Still smiling, she pulled herself apart.

My eyes dove down to stare at the beautiful, dark hole she was spreading open for me. The hole he'd touched, the one he'd tasted, before I had. It was intensely arousing.

There was my pretty little wife, my dainty little Samantha who wouldn't even fuck me during the day before our vacation, spreading herself for me like a whore.

I spit on that tightly puckered ass hole. She gasped. I pressed my thumb against her, working the gob that had landed there into her flesh. She moaned. When she was nice and wet, I pushed myself inside.

Her body tightened around my cock. Her arms fell to her sides, pushing her up and off the bed. Pushing her back onto me harder. She wanted more of it. She wanted more of me inside her.

With my cock filling with cum, I eagerly obliged. I pushed my thumb into her ass, past the knuckle until no more of it could fit inside. She went wild. She started bouncing back onto me, rearing up to try to fill herself with as much of me as she could.

As she came up off the bed, I reached around and grabbed her breast with my other hand, pinching her nipple, the way Bastian had. She cried out but I felt her pussy squeeze me with the pain.

I couldn't take any more. My cock flexed inside her as I felt the cum rush through it. The thought hit me out of the blue. Would I breed her like this?

"Oh fuck!" she cried, thundering back against me. As I started to spew my seed inside her, I felt her start to come.

We fucked furiously like that against each other, every wave of orgasm seeming to travel between us, from one to the other. I rammed my cock as deep inside her little pussy as it would go, keeping my thumb pushed up into her ass.

As it started to wane, as we started to come down, I slowed. As she fell onto her hands, I pulled my thumb out of her ass. Once I fell out of her with my softening cock, we both fell onto the bed in a heap.

Chapter 19

We spent most of the day on the beach. Samantha, after a liberal application of sunscreen, lying in the sun, I tucked beneath the beach umbrella we'd rented. It wasn't that I minded being in the sun, it was just that it made me so damn hot.

Her bikini was a touch less alluring this time, but I wouldn't have called it conservative. There was plenty of opportunity, from behind my dark glasses, for me to watch men trying not to stare as they walked by.

We didn't talk much about that night until we were sitting at dinner. I'd been toying with the idea of asking her about the birth control the entire day. It wasn't that I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was that there was a part of me that didn't want to. It added yet another dangerous layer onto this already dangerous fantasy.

Bastian had taken her bare, I knew that. What I didn't know was whether she'd had time to put her diaphragm in?

There didn't seem a good time to bring it up. It's not the kind of thing you casually mention at the beach.

As she was in the bathroom getting ready to go out again that evening, I decided it was something better left unsaid. I trusted her completely and letting my imagination run amok at the thought that she hadn't put it in gave the already sharp razor of pleasure I felt an even sharper slice.

The air inside Bastian's apartment was thick with the smell of pot smoke. He led us in to the living room and stomach did a little flip. There were two black men seated on the couch where he'd kissed Samantha last night. A few bean bag chairs were scattered around the room. Reggae played softly from the speakers.

"I'm so glad you guys came tonight!" Bastian said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

The two men got up and shook hands with Samantha as Bastian introduced us all. Jaymal and Douglas. I watched them look her over. They were discreet, but it was obvious to me that they were looking. I looked over at her. She was smiling. That same wide, happy smile from the night before.

"Andrew, my man. Can you come help me with drinks in the kitchen?" Bastian asked, his deep voice filling the whole room.

I glanced at Samantha. She looked right at me and winked. A thrill of excitement rushed through me. Was this really what I thought it was? Did Bastian really invite his friends over to fuck my wife? Surely, she was thinking the same thing. I turned and followed Bastian into the kitchen.

His kitchen was tiny, barely large enough for us to both be in there at the same time. I half stood in the hallway, leaving him room to prepare the mojitos.

"You guys have a nice day?" he asked. "Beach life good, right?" He said it with a wide smile.

"Beach life is
very
good. I could definitely get used to this."

"Ha ha," he laughed, crushing lime wedges in a bowl. "It's not all fun in the sun around here. Some of us have to work. It's okay, though. When life is good, it's real good, you know?"

I wasn't sure if I was following, but I suspected he was a bit baked so just played along.

"Alright!" he said, putting all the glasses onto a tray. "I think we have lift-off."

"Shall I take them out?"

He looked over at me and nodded. "Sure. Sure thing, man. Just one thing."

"What is it?"

"I just want you to know, me and the fellas, it's not like we're expecting something. I just thought I'd see if you and your lovely wife were up for it, you know? No pressure. No problems."

I felt a pressure lift from my chest. Not that I'd expected anything bad to happen, but the sentiment was reassuring. "Thanks, Bastian. It's really all about her."

He smiled and nodded, then passed me the tray. I almost dropped it when I walked back into the living room.

Samantha must have had a puff or two of the joint they'd been passing around because she was in a state I'd never seen her in before. Her eyelids seemed heavy and she was sunk into the couch, between the two big men. One had a hand on her bare thigh. The other was whispering something into her ear. When they heard me come in, they looked up, scoping me out, checking to see if everything was cool.

"Drinks, boys?" I said, trying my best to sound as cool as they looked. My mind was kind of racing, I won't say it wasn't. We hadn't talked about anything like this, hadn't considered it a possibility at all. Maybe I was naive, but when Bastian invited us over I expected canapes, cocktails and classical music instead of mojitos, reggae and a joint.

Then there was Samantha. It took her a while but when she looked up at me, she had the biggest grin I'd ever seen on her. She just looked so comfortable, between her two black studs. My stomach did another little somersault at how much she looked to be enjoying herself.

The two men smiled at me, then at each other, as soon as I had spoken. I wondered if Bastian had told them about our escapades last night. By the way they were acting, I was almost certain he had. I handed them their drinks. They nodded their thanks, sipped, then put them down on the little coffee table in front of the couch. Bastian walked in and sat down on the bean bag next to mine.

We talked for a bit about this and that. Mostly Bastian asking questions about how we liked the resort. As I began to cast my eyes towards the couch more and more often, he eventually stopped the chatter and leaned back against the wall to watch along with me.

They were gentle with her, despite being built just like Bastian. Their tight, black t-shirts were stretched over big masses of dark muscle that rippled any time they moved. Samantha looked like she was in heaven, with so much attention being paid to her by the two men.

I felt my cock hardening. I had a moment of embarrassment. I looked over at Bastian. He was sipping his drink. He saw me and his head bobbed up and down in a nod. No smile. Just a nod. Everything was a-okay.

Her head was turned to one side now, blonde curls spilling down onto her chest. She had her lips slightly open, painted red with lipstick. Jaymal was leaning close to her, the one on her right. Everyone once in a while, he'd lean close and press his lips to hers. Just gently. Just so she could taste him. Douglas' hand was cupping her breast. She looked so small and innocent beside their large, dark frames.

I had a flash of panic. What was I doing? Was I just being a selfish bastard, making my sweet little wife make it with strangers so I could get off?!? For a moment I thought of getting up, stopping the whole thing and pulling her the hell out of there. All the conversations we'd had since we'd arrived on the island came flooding back. I had to calm my breathing, calm my racing heart.

It wasn't just me. We'd talked about it. She'd wanted this too. This was for her, as much as it was for me. I managed to talk myself down from the peak of my panic. When I looked back at her, there was no doubt left in my mind that she was exactly where she wanted to be.

"You need another drink?" Bastian asked quietly, pushing himself from his seat.

I nodded a curt nod, ungrateful for the interruption, but happy to have more booze to sink into. He left with the glasses.

When I looked back at her, a surge of lust pulsed through me. There was a hand between her thighs now, Jaymal's hand. It was shoved up into the darkness under her skirt. It was moving. With each motion it made, her body moved with it. He was touching her. He was touching her sweet little pussy. She had probably soaked through those little white cotton panties I'd seen her put on. Maybe he was inside her already? Another surge of lust that settled in my sack.

Douglas' hand was more insistent now. I watched him kissing the side of her neck, where I always kissed her. His hand moved from one taut nipple to the other, pinching them and making her moan each time he did.