Clothing Optional: An Interracial Hotwife Erotica Novel

by Arnica Butler

  She bites into the last of the strawberries, sending a drip of red juice down her chin, laughing about it and wiping it from her chin with her finger, which she licks off.

  I smile and raise my glass. I’m enjoying the show.

  And it is at this point that Jackie looks around. I’m still watching her, her fluttering lashes, her pink-stained cheeks, the curve of her breasts hanging forward in her dress. I’m thinking about the way she’s been using her mouth to suck on oysters and bite into the flesh of strawberries.

  She turns back to me, eyes wide. “Oh my God,” she giggles. She puts her hand to her forehead. “I’m so drunk. Is that woman eating dinner naked?”

  I look over at a very attractive woman who is bare-chested, but, after a thorough inspection, is revealed to be wearing a skirt. I shake my head in wonderment, appreciate the view briefly, and turn back to my wife, who I’d rather be watching anyway.

  Jackie grins. “Let’s get out of here,” she says. And she has a mysterious twinkle in her eyes. “Come on, I think they have Tiki torches and bonfires down by the beach.”

  I look out at the water, which is nothing more than a black canvas with a few white lines at the edge, and only where the lights of the hotel shine on it. “At night?” I say.

  “Come on,” Jackie insists. And she gives me a wink. “It’ll be fun. Maybe we can make out on the beach or something.”

  I’d like to say at this point that I’m not so much an “outdoor sex” guy. And Jackie isn’t much of an “outdoor sex” gal.

  But I am a guy, so really there isn’t any reason to say no to Jackie’s offer, especially since my cock is throbbing from being turned on all dinner long.

  “Let’s do it,” I say.

  *

  We sneak out onto the beach and find a bonfire and Tiki-torch set-up, which I’m guessing the hotel does for the patrons, because it’s very professionally set up and there are many more scattered throughout the beach. It’s a sluggish and less than graceful walk for me. I opted for taking only one crutch and I now regret it, because I really did get quite good in the sand as of this afternoon on two crutches.

  This is a bit of a disaster.

  Before I know what’s happening, Jackie is snapping a towel to sit down on.

  “Where’d you get that?” I ask.

  She shrugs. Jackie is a resourceful woman. “I snagged it on our way past the pool area.”

  She has another one, and we relax on the towels, side by side. Around us in the dark, we can hear a lot of couples and groups laughing and talking. It isn’t easy to see what they’re doing because the bonfires are spaced out. But by the way the laughter is punctuated by moments of silence, I can guess what people are up to.

  “This is nice,” Jackie says. “And I have to admit...” she reaches over and puts her hand in my crotch, stroking my cock. “Those aphrodisiacs worked wonders.”

  We start making out. It’s pretty fun, because for a long time, our sex life has been sort of perfunctory. Jackie says it’s because everyone knows what they’re getting in the end, so there’s no anticipation really. I’ve been fine with that, because… well, I’m getting old.

  But kissing Jackie, whose mouth tastes like strawberries and whose tongue hasn’t explored mine for a long time, is a special treat. She runs her tongue playfully along my lips, teasing me, and then we kiss, hard and wet. She bites my lower lip gently. I put my hand down her dress and feel for her nipples.

  This goes on for a while when Jackie climbs onto my lap. I slide my fingers under her skirt and slip them beneath the fabric of her panties. She is soaked, and I am disoriented by her smooth snatch and the wetness. It almost feels like foreign territory.

  We make out some more. Then she pulls away. “You know,” she purrs. “Let’s go hide in the dark a little more.”

  Whatever. I follow her lead. She stands up, and my fingers slip from under her panties with a snap. I can smell her sweet-scented excitement on them.

  She walks into the dark and toward a seawall, where there are some chairs stacked every few yards or so. I reach for her bottom beneath her skirt and she giggles at me. Pretty soon it’s too dark to see much and we are following along the wall with our hands.

  She turns toward me unexpectedly and we start to kiss again. We fall to our knees and explore each other in ways that we haven’t for a long time. Because it’s dark, I am left to feel my way around Jackie’s body, guess at what she’s doing.

  Jackie pushes me away suddenly and her eyes move back and forth in the darkness. They’re the only thing I can see well, glinting in the light of our abandoned bonfire. “Shh!” she hisses. Her hiss ends in a giggle, which is a sign that she’s drunk, and that she’s ready to have a good time. “Do you hear that?” she whispers, pulling me toward a stack of beach chairs next to the stone seawall.

  She drops to the ground, and I’m pretty tanked, so I copy her movement. Now that she’s squatting on the sand, her black dress has risen up to her bottom and I have a nice view of the length of her thigh and even a small patch of her wet, silky black underwear between her legs.

  She looks at me, her eyes reflecting the light from the Tiki torch. She has a wild smile on her lips. She holds a finger up to her pursed lips again and tugs on my arm at the same time, to pull me along with her, further between the seawall and the chairs.

  She pushes them out a little bit by gripping them with two hands and shimmying them forward. It gives us enough room to fall forward on our knees, and peer through the cracks between the chairs.

  I hear a woman’s sing-song laugh, and my attention is diverted away from my wife, toward the beach.

  Two women, holding hands, are walking through the sand. They’re obviously intoxicated, laughing happily, and clinging to each other as they make their way in the unsteady sand.

  A light from the hotel, either motion-activated or just a coincidence, rains down a little more light on the scene in front of us, and suddenly we can see the whole thing better. And equally suddenly, we are voyeurs, cloaked only by the stacked chairs.

  There are also two men with them, just a pace behind. They’re watching the two women with lustful eyes.

  They pass us, and I’m starting to think we’re going to miss the fun that they’re headed for. They’re off to our right about five yards, when suddenly one of the ladies stops, bringing the whole train to a halt. They’ve simultaneously gotten a little closer to the water. “Here’s fine,” she laughs.

  She’s a leggy blonde, probably in her late thirties but in great shape. She has a loose-fitting white sundress on, but only for a moment. As soon as she’s declared this to be the spot, the thin white fabric is flying through the air.

  She’s tan and well-sculpted, with large breasts that have a slight pear-shape to them. She has enormous caramel areolae and long nipples, and her breasts bounce as she makes a turn toward the water. She starts to skip as she heads for the surf, long blonde hair caught in the breeze, bountiful bottom rising and falling with her gait.

  One of the men shrugs, and drops his shorts. He’s an average-looking guy, a little younger than the woman, and his dropped pants reveal that he is fairly well-endowed, as well as relatively aroused. He peels his shirt off as he heads for the water, saying nothing.

  The woman plops to the sand, letting out a little laugh.

  “You’re not going?” the guys says. He sits down next to her.

  “Nooo,” she says, giving a shake of her pony-tailed brown hair. “I don’t swim in the water in the dark.”

  It’s at this point that I realize that these two are speaking to each other in that date-night kind of way; they aren’t a couple.

  The man drops down next to her, folding his legs up to his elbows. “No? Worried you might run into something?”

  Their eyes meet, and she barely manages to say, “something like that,” before he’s moved in on her and is starting to kiss her.

  There's a heat between the two of them, but also an unfamiliarity. It'
s stimulating to watch, because it's been such a long time since I've felt that kind of unfamiliarity myself: I know Jackie's body inside and out, the feel of her and the way she will respond to the way I touch her.

  These two have none of that: they are groping each other, feeling their bodies out and finding things for the first time.

  Their tongues meet in sloppy, messy kisses, before they settle into a rhythm. They rise up onto their knees and the man starts to pull at the cover-up on the girl's lean body. He strips it from her skin, and then pulls down her bikini to let her breasts free. She has caramel-tipped, jiggling breasts with large areolae, and they're shiny in the light from the distant Tiki-torches, like she's started to sweat a little.

  He takes a handful of them and moans in pleasure as her nipples harden beneath his thumb. I look over at Jackie, and I'm pleased to see that she's riveted as she watches the scene unfolding in front of her. Her lips are parted and her eyes are fixed on the couple.

  I turn back to watch. The man's hands are moving down now, and working their way under the scanty bikini-bottom the girl is wearing. He puts both of his meaty hands on her small bottom and kneads her ass, pulling her close to him.

  I'm expecting to see a scene a lot like the one I saw at the beach, but he suddenly changes tack and reaches a hand up to grab the girl’s ponytail. He pulls her head back and kisses her throat, trailing his tongue along the length of her neck and then sucking up her jaw into his mouth. She presses her hands against his chest and claws into his skin. He works his way back down her neck and growls – loud enough that we can hear – “I want to stuff your throat full of my cock.”

  My eyes pop, and I don't dare look at Jackie. But she doesn't move, so I keep watching.

  The man pushes the girl back, ponytail still in hand. He's up on his knees still, and she gets onto her hands and knees. He drops his boxer swim trunks with his free hand, and his thick, stubby cock pops out. It isn't terribly long, but it's fat and hard as a rock, pointing straight in front of him. We have a nice view of it, against the ocean, the contours of his dick outlined by the reflecting lights.

  The girl opens her mouth, and he pulls her by her ponytail onto his cock. The inches of his meat disappear between her lips, and her cheeks puff visibly as he crams himself all the way inside of her. Her chin squashes up against his sack before he pulls back on her hair and, using her ponytail like a handle, begins to pump her face back and forth on his cock. The wet, slurpy sounds of her sucking can be heard over the faint waves.

  We're so transfixed by this scene that we (well, I don't know about Jackie, but definitely I) don't notice the other two returning from the water.

  They are naked, and it's almost as if they just appear behind the couple we are watching. The blonde falls to the sand on her knees, facing us and the guy getting his cock sucked, and then she leans right in and starts to run her tongue along his shaft when it's out of the other woman's mouth. I can see her tongue curling up to lick the underside of his dick as he unsheathes it from the brunette's lips.

  The guy who went into the water is still standing, watching, stroking the length of his hard cock languidly. The blonde giggles a little, and puts her hand on the man's hand at the back of the brunette’s head. The blonde turns her head toward the brunette, and kisses her.

  The man then begins to alternate between pushing his dick into the blonde's mouth, then the brunette's. They sometimes kiss in-between, or run their tongues along his shaft together, only to meet up at the end of his cock and play with each other’s mouths. They swirl their pink tongues around his crown, darting at their nearly-meeting lips. The man's cock is shiny with spit, and he seems to have swelled to twice the thickness. His cock bounces a little when the girls release him to kiss each other.

  The blonde laughs again and turns, almost reluctantly, back to the standing man. “Let's not be rude,” she says. “Ethan here should have some of the fun.”

  I now dare to look at Jackie. She's still staring, her mouth open. She looks sidelong at me, quickly, but turns her attention back to the scene in front of us just as quickly.

  The blonde and the brunette release the first man's cock, giggling between the two of them, and rise up on their knees. The standing man, Ethan I guess, doesn't hesitate to move toward them, guiding his dick toward their hungry mouths. I almost can't believe what I'm seeing as the two girls treat Ethan to the same treatment they just gave his companion; running their tongues along the length of his shaft, playing with each other when they reach the crown, tongues teasing and licking and interlocking, pink and wet.

  The first man rises to standing, and for a few minutes we have a nearly perfect view of the foursome: two men, standing with cocks erect, and the two eager women servicing their cocks by taking turns swallowing their shafts and kissing each other.

  I notice that the brunette is playing with herself only after watching for a few minutes; her hand is between her legs and swiftly stroking her wet sex while she sucks on the cock of the man who was clearly not her partner to begin with. I watch her fingers as they play between the wet lips of her pussy with a practiced expertise.

  And then I look over at Jackie.

  Almost as if she has read my mind, she looks at me and our eyes meet in the dim light, her gaze burning into me. I'm not sure what to expect, and so I am not entirely surprised, but not completely expecting it, when Jackie smiles and slips her fingers underneath the straps of her dress to allow the cocktail dress to fall down. It peels away from her skin to reveal her breasts, their pert tips hardened with excitement.

  We are now facing each other, and next to us the foursome are still going at it. Only now, the blonde has decided to change position and offer her round bottom to the two men, while the brown-haired girl has reclined on the sand with her legs spread as the blonde hovers over her body.

  Jackie, I see, has no idea where to look now that I have her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, so I smile at her and give a slight nod in the direction of the foursome. Go ahead and watch, I want to say to her.

  And she does.

  I lower my mouth to Jackie's hardened left nipple and make a circle around the base of it with my tongue. Then I suck it between my lips and roll the meat of her nipple between them, before sucking it in between my teeth and gently biting until she gasps. As I do this, Jackie, the wife who was blushing and running back to hide in her room just hours before, is riveted to the scene in front of her.

  I pull on her cocktail dress, which is slipping off of her lot like a condom peeling away from a cock, until the dress is clinging around her thighs and there is only the pair of black underwear – a bikini-cut black satin pair that I know she would consider her “raciest” panties – between her wet pussy and my fingers.

  I am trying to look everywhere at once, and it isn't easy: the Tiki torches reflecting on the bodies of the foursome we're watching seem to be fading, and I want to watch both them and my wife, watching them, as I peel away her panties and slip my fingers into her exposed slit. But I also want to savor the sight of Jackie's landing strip, her curated snatch, as I dip in between her folds and find her delectably wet.

  Her pussy is hot and slick, and I find her engorged clit easily. Her body shudders when I slide my finger over the face of her love button. I haven't felt Jackie's pussy so hot in a long time, almost so long I wonder if it was ever like this. Her lips are parted and her eyes are wet and dark with excitement, fixed on the scene to my left that I only listen to, because I don't want to stop looking at my excited, stripped-down wife who is watching them as I fondle her pussy on the sands of a foreign beach.

  Next to me, in my peripheral vision, I know that the blonde has leaned forward to slip her tongue into the wet, spread folds of the brunette, and that behind her, the two men are taking turns slipping their cocks into her pussy. All four of them are making sounds that drive me wild, but none so wild as the sound of my own wife panting excitedly as she starts to gyrate her hips, watching the four of them g
o wild on the beach.

  Even though I am only fingering her, the excitement I feel is more than ever before as I watch Jackie's cheeks flush and feel her body stiffen as she rises to the crest of her climax. It might seem strange that even though I'm not inside of her, feeling her hot flesh clench around me, the sensation of her body rippling wildly beneath my fingers is the hottest thing I have ever felt. Perhaps because she is finally excited about a fantasy that is my own, because she is doing something so dark and sinful and voyeuristic, that it turns me on so much. Whatever it is, when she convulses beneath my fingers, and I feel the well of cum that oozes from inside of her, my own cock throbs so hard that for a moment I think I might ejaculate without ever touching myself.

  Next to us, the foursome are still going at it. I turn my head slightly to get a better view. As I do, I see that Jackie is pushing her sweaty hair from her forehead, and though I can't see her very well in the dim light, I know she has a flushed, satisfied face. Just as I turn my attention to the foursome, Jackie's mouth turns up in a smile, and I feel her hand on my pants, fumbling with my belt and the zipper.

  I am staring openly at the foursome, which is continuing much like before except that the brunette has propped herself up on her elbows and has her hands in the blonde's hair as the blonde eats her out. Her voice is becoming more and more excited as the blonde head bobs between her legs. The blonde is moaning into her pussy and I can hear the wet slops of the blonde's pussy as she takes the one they called Ethan deep and repeatedly.

  The other man is close to coming, and he has moved toward the brunette on his knees, his cock in hand. He pulls on her ponytail again and points the tip of his dick toward her face. She is opening her mouth obediently to take the fountain of cum that is surely coming.

  Jackie is squeezing my cock this whole time, and she's really grasping it, kneading it and making me pulse in her firm grip.