by Ben Boswell
“Did you like that?” Avi asked.
His voice was higher and tighter than I expected, as if he could barely contain his excitement.
“Mmmm, yeah,” she sighed. “Did you?”
“Oh God,” he replied. And then he added, “You can leave now.”
I felt a surge of anger that he would dismiss my wife like that. Mistreating her infuriated me more than fucking her. Her soft giggle set me straight, especially when after a brief moment, I heard them kissing passionately. I snuck to the edge of the cabana and peered out at the pool. Seeing Dwayne walking back to the bar confirmed what I suspected. I listened more closely.
“You are so amazing,” Avi gushed.
More kissing. Terri giggled again. “You love watching me suck cock.”
“Oh God, Terri, you’re so dirty.”
“I bet you’d like to watch him put his big, black cock in my tight, little pussy.”
He merely groaned in response, as I had so many times when she teased me as well.
“And fuck me so, so hard,” she said in a low, throaty voice.
“Mmmm.”
“Watching him and Manny taking turns with me, wearing me out with their big, fat cocks.”
Fabric rustling. More kissing. I imagined her pulling her bikini bottom aside, sliding two fingers into her steaming cunt as she teased him.
“Oh God,” he groaned. “I want you so much.”
She laughed. “But you have to share me. Share me with those nasty, powerful brutes, and their huge, hard pricks. Having me means always knowing I have another man’s come in my mouth when we kiss, a load in my pussy when we fuck….”
“Oh God. Oh God!” he cried out as he came.
Terri chuckled. “Oh no Avi! Now I’m going to have to go back to Manny again.”
He groaned, but I knew he was in heaven. She was giving him exactly what he wanted.
***
I made my way back over to the bar. In between Dwayne’s drink-making duties, he and Manny huddled together. I imagined they were discussing my wife’s cocksucking skills. Or maybe her insatiability.
She reinforced that assessment when an hour after sucking off Dwayne, she fetched Manny. I had moved over to a lounge chair by that point, so I didn’t actually hear the conversation. Not that it could have been too involved. After just a couple of moments, they left hand-in-hand and walked out toward the water.
I followed discreetly, and watched as they headed toward the beach. Just like the VIP pool, there was also a Platinum Club-only section of bay front. I was surprised they went there. Although the lounge chairs were widely spaced and there were palm frond umbrellas for a modicum of privacy, it was still an unmistakably public space.
Terri and Manny settled down on a two-person lounger side-by-side. After the margaritas they’d ordered arrived, they began to kiss. Slowly at first. Just an attractive couple getting a little romantic on a lovely, sunny afternoon. But that was just a tease. Soon their embrace became more passionate, their hands exploring each other’s bodies.
I looked around anxiously. It wasn’t very crowded, but there were a half-dozen other guests out on the sand, and of course the invisible, but always alert, hotel staff was surely lurking about.
I watched as Manny slid aside the fabric of my wife’s bikini top, exposing her long, erect nipples to the humid, sea breeze. I realized the possibility, certainty even, of being seen was a feature, not a bug of the scenario. I thought back to Terri’s description of having sex in public at a sex club as pretty hot. Or maybe she was doing this at Avi’s behest. Or Manny’s. Or to push my buttons. Or all of the above.
I looked around for Avi, but couldn’t spot him. Surely he was somewhere watching, but in truth I was too distracted to make a thorough search because right there, in front of me, out in full view was my wife, increasingly naked and making out with another man.
Manny leaned over and sucked hard on her nipple. Her hand slipped into her tight trunks. I couldn’t see to be sure, but I knew she was stroking him. Knew he was long, hard, and thick.
He switched nipples, leaning further across her body. His hand lay across her flat belly, his fingers slipping beneath the wisp of fabric covering her snatch. She arched her back as he found her honeypot. My wife closed her eyes and wrapped her arm around his neck. She began to thrust against his hand as his fingers churned inside her.
A peal of laughter from my right. I peered over to see two young, male beach attendants spying on Terri and Manny talking in low, excited tones. Their matching grins suggesting a mixture of amusement and lust. Suddenly they went quiet.
I looked back at my wife in time to see her pull Manny on top of her. There was a moment of awkward fumbling between her legs, followed by a thrust and a loud gasp from Terri as he entered her.
They began to kiss passionately, fingers intertwined above her head. I couldn’t really see anything anymore. His torso covered her breasts. His shorts were just pulled down in the front, so even his ass was covered. Somehow that made it all the more erotic. They weren’t putting on a show. They were just fucking.
There was no urgency to it. Just a long, languid fuck. He could feel her hard nips digging into his chest. Feel her body shuddering beneath him. I knew she was enjoying having her tight pussy stretched by his big, porn-star cock. Probably even more I thought she was probably getting off on the lurid, impersonal nature of the thing. Just a piece of meat being so thoroughly used by a bad boy who saw her as nothing more than a lovely collection of convenient holes.
It wasn’t something I could really understand, but by the same token, I couldn’t deny that it was exciting to see her so obviously delighting in prancing around nearly naked, going from one hard cock to another. Indeed, if I were not out in public, I would probably be playing with myself at the thought of it being at once so in control and yet so out of control.
The beach attendants giggled again. I flushed red when I imagined how amused they’d be if they I knew I was her husband. I didn’t like feeling humiliated. But surely that was an unavoidable consequence of her pursuing her desires. Or was it?
I thought of those two observers approaching Manny and my wife. Manny finishing inside her, and then offering her up to the new arrivals. Would she embrace it eagerly? Make a show of reluctance so Manny could “force” her into it? Either way, I somehow knew she’d love it.
I heard hushed whispers and when I looked back over at the attendants, they’d been joined by the cute, blond pixie from the entrance. She was looking on, wide-eyed, as her colleagues filled her in.
Even though it was a pretty languorous fuck, Terri was getting into it. It wasn’t the screaming, gasping, flailing-hair excitement Brian triggered in her when he pounded her with his massive tool, and it wasn’t the tight-lipped, overwhelmed, slightly frightened near madness she experienced when Mike bound and gagged her and fucked her up the ass, and it wasn’t even the playful, grinning arousal she often demonstrated with me when we were reliving her adventures. Instead, she was loose and relaxed, and obviously perfectly happy to lie back and enjoy his deep, controlled, professional thrusts.
They kissed. She caressed his shoulders and back. She encircled his legs with hers and ran her fingers through his hair. She came with a small shiver that would have been almost imperceptible if I hadn’t been watching so closely. Manny confirmed my assessment by thrusting into her hard three times and then remaining buried deep inside her as he flooded her womb with his jism. Another kiss, and then he rolled off her, and they laid side-by-side, holding hands, with her tits and freshly-fucked twat still on display.
I turned back to the beach staff, but they were gone, and so was the young blond. And even though I had no real reason to think so, I knew, just knew, that Terri had infected them, and that even now, the three of them were probably locked in an equipment shed, naked and writhing together. And in a decade, when that young woman was married, probably to a guy like me, she’d periodically relive in her fantasies that wild aftern
oon she’d spent getting fucked silly by two fit, hot studs.
After another few minutes, Terri casually adjusted herself, and sat up. She said something to Manny. They laughed. She sprang up from the lounge chair and threw herself into the water. He sat on the lounger just staring out at her, as I was doing, as were the rest of the men of the beach with various degrees of discretion.
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. She was a vibrant force of nature. Her skin bronzed by the sun, her face aglow from her recent climax, her hair a wind-swept mess, she was mesmerizing.
I was parched, probably from staring open-mouthed. I returned to the bar, still anonymous. I ordered a light beer from Dwayne and drained most of it in a single swig. I signaled him for another, and when he brought it he smiled as he glanced over my shoulder.
“Welcome back,” he said.
“Huh?” I replied before realizing he wasn’t talking to me.
I turned and saw Terri and Manny approaching the bar, hand-in-hand. Terri’s sunglasses hid her expression, but she did give me a small, lips-upturned-at-the-corners grin as she and Manny took stools at the bar. There was an empty seat between me and them, so that when Dwayne stood between them, they formed a triangle from which I was excluded, but at the same time I was close enough to overhear their conversation, and they didn’t seem interested in keeping it private. I wasn’t sure if this was coincidence or planned, although given Terri’s puckishness, I presumed it was the latter, at least on her part.
“I heard some of the guys say you put on a show out on the beach,” Dwayne noted.
He poured them a couple of margaritas.
“I thought we were pretty discreet,” Terri replied as she took a sip.
“Yeah,” Manny concurred. “As far as fucking in public goes, it was tame. Next time, we’ll do it doggy-style and really give ‘em something to talk about.”
“What makes you think there will be a next time?” Terri teased.
Manny laughed. “Because you’re a cock-hungry slut.”
“True, but you’re not the only cock around.”
She smiled at Dwayne, but from behind her glasses, I caught her glance at me from the corner of her eyes.
“I have a break coming up,” Dwayne noted meaningfully.
“Enjoy my sloppy seconds,” Manny joked.
“Thanks for warming her up for a real man.”
“Boys, boys, boys,” Terri said, holding up her hands. “There will be plenty of time for a dick measuring contest later. But for now I need to take a nap.” She looked at Dwayne. “Are you going to come by tonight? We’re having a private party in our villa.”
He nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
She finished her drink and then rose. She leaned in and kissed Manny on the cheek. “Rest up stud. I want you at full strength tonight.”
He palmed her exposed ass cheek and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t worry, Babe. You’ll get all you can handle.”
“And then some,” Dwayne added.
She laughed. “Promises, promises.”
She turned and walked away with an exaggerated swivel in her step. It would seem like satire, except I knew she was deadly serious.
“Do you know her?”
I startled at Manny’s question. I looked up and found him staring at me.
“I wish,” I replied.
He laughed. “She’s not picky, that one. Anything with a cock and pulse will do… and I’m not even sure about the pulse.”
“How’d you meet her?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Rich guy in LA called me up. Asked me if I was interested in fucking his woman.” His affect suggested no big deal.
“So you’re getting paid to screw her?” I asked.
“I’d do it for free,” Manny replied, but yeah, I’m getting paid.
“What about you?” I asked Dwayne.
He laughed. “Naw. Just a perk for me.”
“Do you do this often?” I asked Manny.
“Fuck other guy’s girls?”
“Yeah.”
He shrugged again. “Lots of kinky guys out there. They marry these hot, young trophy brides, and get off on watching them get turned out. You know, fuck ‘em like they can’t.”
“Same here,” Dwayne added. “Rich guys come around, and they just need to see their little white wives with a black dude. Like I say, perk of the job.”
“She’s about the hottest one yet,” Manny noted.
Dwayne nodded in agreement. “Fucking body on her. And plus, when she gets those lips around your cock, you just know she wants to slurp it all down.”
How did I feel about that? Part of me was numb to it. Part of me was, oddly, proud. I mean, fuck. My wife was such a hot piece of ass that even a porn star and a handsome resort barkeep, who was probably swimming in pussy, were having trouble finding enough superlatives to describe her sexiness, her technique, and most of all, her seemingly relentless need for cock.
“What’s up for tonight?” I asked.
“Her dude wants to see her tag teamed,” Manny replied.
“So he called in a favor.” Dwayne said of Manny.
Manny laughed. “Ha. You owe me.”
Dwayne chuckled as well. “You owe me,” he replied. Then turning to me, “Anyway, we’re gonna wreck that, and her man is going to watch every minute of it.”
Which, as it turns out, was more accurate than either of them might have realized.
***
I went back to my room. I was hoping that Terri’s nap comment was a ruse, an excuse to get away from Manny and maybe go to visit me. But I guess that she felt she’d already checked in on me, and anyway, she probably did need a nap. Or maybe it was a ruse, but to go spend time with Avi, so he could lick her clean as she told him all about fucking Manny on the beach.
I wondered again about Terri’s plan. If she had a plan, that is, beyond fucking a bunch of dudes. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe that was just it. Or maybe, whatever plan she’d once had went out the window as she came to enjoy, more and more, a parade of strange cocks and diverse experiences. I could see the appeal of it. I mean, what man hasn’t had that fantasy for himself -- experiencing a series of sexy, creative, young lovers? Of course, unless you’re a movie star, that is hard to pull off as a man, even if you’re exceptionally hot, which, realistically, I am not.
So maybe Terri was just caught up in all of it. But somehow, I doubted that. There was something more calculated about her. About the way she teased and dropped hints. About the scenarios she engineered. I wondered… well, feared, I guess, that she wanted to turn me into something closer to Avi, a more eager and enthusiastic cuckold. Did it turn her on to humiliate me? Did she wish I would eat another man’s come out of her sloppy pussy? Would she at some point deny me sex? Maybe even ultimately try to lock me up in a chastity device? I didn’t want that. But I wasn’t sure I’d be strong enough to resist her the next time she appeared, hot and bothered, reeking of sweat and come, armed with teases, taunts, and demands.
I wished she’d return to me, freshly showered and fully-dressed, so we could talk. And then a moment later I’d wish for something different: her barely dressed; ass, cunt, and tits wet with spit and jism; breath hot, boozy, and musky; sharing lurid tales of getting fucked by other men; lowering her hot, messy cunt onto my cock so I could add another load of come to the stream already leaking out of her.
I stared at the door. Willing a knock to come. Dreading it as well. Fantasizing about which version of Terri might appear.
After a couple of hours, I gave up. I didn’t understand her plan. But I knew I was going to go along with it if I could. I got that she wanted me to be there tonight in secret, but the mechanics of that were unclear. I called around the resort restaurants to “confirm” a dinner reservation, and sure enough found that she and Avi were scheduled to dine at Amalfi, the resort’s Italian restaurant at 8:00pm.
***
I waited in the lobby across from the restaurant at the appointed hour. They appeared r
ight on time. Avi was looking quite dapper in grey, linen trousers, expensive loafers, and fitted burgundy silk shirt. Along with his expensive watch and perfectly coiffed thick head of hair, he looked more the lothario than the cuckold.
Then again, he was both. Although I was feeling a little superior to him -- after all, I didn’t suck come out of Terri used twat like he did -- he was still fucking my wife. That was a fact that would be apparent to anyone seeing them. She clung to his arm lovingly. She was wearing a short, sleeveless, red dress, with a plunging neckline, and a lace-up back that cut so low that it almost exposed her ass. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I doubted she had panties on.
Her four-inch stiletto heels screamed fuck me. Her long, blond hair in loose spirals, glossy red lipstick, painted fingers and toes added to her sexy appeal, but the real kicker, at least for me, was that busty, devil tattoo on her shoulder. That was a reminder that this wasn’t just a dress-up game. She was committed.
They disappeared into the restaurant. I was tempted to follow them inside, though I knew what I would see. My wife leaning forward to show off her spectacular cleavage, her tongue playfully licking her lips, a loose strand of blond hair across her face. With most men, dinner wouldn’t last long. Mike, Chucky, Brian, guys like that wouldn’t be able to resist long enough to make it to dessert. They would take her somewhere, anywhere, a bathroom, an alley, the backseat of a car and fuck her brains out. And despite the fact that she’d end up holding onto a filthy sink for dear life, or with her face mashed against rough bricks, or gagging on a cock, I knew she’d relish the power she had over men. Her ability to break them down, make them lose control, become animals in her presence.
But Avi was different. He’d probably want to drag it out. Loving the validation he got from his date being the center of attention, of every last man, and some women, wanting to fuck her. I could imagine them milking it for every thrill possible. Talking about which man she should fuck, what she would do to him, and what she would let him do to her. They might even pick out a handsome waiter, and just to heat things up, Terri would take him out back, suck him off and returned with her lipstick slightly smudged, a small drop of his jism on her upper lip.