Jackie moans in disappointment. She bites her lip and begs Luis, with merely her expression, to fuck her hard.
Luis points his cock at her pussy again, grinning at her. Jackie props herself up on her elbows to watch him. He rubs his fat crown against her clit – one languid stroke that makes her legs jolt again. Then he stops, and lowers his member to her sopping hole.
She looks at him. “I don’t know,” she pants. “It’s so big...”
Luis pushes forward slightly. The head of his cock is so fat it seems to cover her entire pussy, and as the first few inches of his cock sink into her cunt, Jackie is too shocked to do anything.
“We’ll just take it nice and slow,” Luis is saying. He looks over at me. “That pussy feels so good. So nice and soft and hot around my cock. I can’t wait to get it all the way in.”
I stare at his dick as it disappears inside my wife. Luis is holding her thighs open, pushing them apart as he sinks forward. Jackie mewls and flops back onto the table, and only then, as half of Luis’s cock sinks inside of her and stretches her open, does she finally remember that she is married and that I am watching.
She tosses her head a little and then turns to look at me. She brings her hand to her lips and bites into her fingers, smiling. Her eyes roll back in her head a moment later as Luis sinks every last inch of his dick inside of her, and his flat abdomen crushes into her thighs.
Jackie’s body begins to slide on the table as he rocks his hips to fuck her. She hooks her legs around his torso and starts to pull on his body with her feet, to get him deeper inside and fucking her faster. “Oh! Oh! Oh my God!” Jackie screams. Her thighs tighten as she pulls hard on Luis’s body to crush his dick inside of her to the hilt, deep inside of her pussy.
“You like that, don’t you?” Luis coos. “Is that the biggest cock you’ve ever had inside of you?”
“Oh, yes,” Jackie says breathlessly. My own cock throbs painfully.
Jackie starts making indescribable sounds as she tips over the edge and comes. She lifts her hips off the table and digs her heels into Luis’s lower back to grind her cunt against his pelvis as she lets out a scream of pleasure.
Luis continues to pummel her as she wails, her orgasm pulsing through her and then leaving her depleted. Her thighs relax and she seems to wilt into a limp doll. Luis grabs her by her thighs and fucks her hard for another minute, as Jackie moans incomprehensibly on the table.
I see his abs strain and the tendons of his neck flex as he nears his climax. I am paralyzed to stop this guy from dumping his cum into my wife’s pussy, filling her up.
At the last minute, though, he reaches forward and grabs Jackie by the hair, pulling her toward him as he unsheathes his cock and points it at her mouth. He pushes her down so her lips are at the tip of his shaft.
Jackie follows his lead, and takes his dick in her hand to pump it. It’s so wet with her cum that the sticky sound continues, just as if he were still inside her pussy. She hardly has to stroke it at all though before a fountain of white cum wells up and spurts onto her lips.
She drags the crown of his dick over her mouth, and the pearly cum smears across her face. She laps at his cum, taking a great deal of it into her mouth. Some of it spurts across her cheeks in thick ropes or dribbles down her chin, overflowing from her lips.
Luis’s orgasm seems to go on and on, seed overflowing from his shaft. At last, a final glob of semen plops onto Jackie’s lap, and he leans back, releasing her head. He gives her a slight push, and she collapses on the table.
He leans down to pull up his shorts, which he has expertly removed and is now expertly putting back on. He snaps the band around his waist and gives Jackie a smile. Then he looks over at me and winks.
“Anything else I can do for you two?”
I shake my head.
“Enjoy,” he says. “I’ll have the housekeeping get the table.”
And just like that, he leaves.
Jackie rolls over on her side and looks at me after a minute. She brings her thumb to her lips and folds one hand between her legs. She looks a little bashful; a stain of pink creeps across one cheek.
“Well?” she says.
“Come here,” I say, coarsely. My cock is so hard it’s causing me pain.
Jackie sits up, sliding her legs over the side of the table. She is naked and glorious: Luis’s cum is drying on her collarbone and her thigh, her pussy is so wet the insides of her thighs are streaked with her own cum, and her hair is a tousled, sweaty mess. A creamy sheen of cum coats her lips, and one tint pearl of Luis’s seed is beaded on her upper lip.
She drops to the floor, and I begin to work myself out of my pants as she crosses the room to the bed. She looks at my cock, and I see that it reassures her that I’m so turned on. Her demeanor changes from semi-mortified to confident, and she smiles her new, delicious smile.
“So?” she says, lowering herself to a crouch in front of me. Her hands slide along my thighs and up to the bumbled mess I’ve created trying to get my cock out of my khaki pants. Her fingers slip under the material and easily release me. My cock stands up straight and her eyes wander over it, gauging my readiness. “I take it you enjoyed that?”
Her tongue flicks out to tantalize the underside of my cock, and it twitches so wildly it slaps against her face. She grins. “So it wasn’t too much, then?”
I am staring at her, breathing hard and heavy, and unable to speak. I just nod. Whoever this woman, who is flicking her tongue at my cock with Luis’s seed drying on her lips, is – she is not my wife.
She raises her eyes to look at me as she trails her tongue from the base of my dick, where she playfully darts around my balls, to the crown. I can hardly stand the teasing anymore.
But she stands up abruptly, and I watch her, confused.
Then she climbs onto the chair, her knees on either side of my thighs. It’s a fairly awkward arrangement but I don’t care because the scent of her stretched pussy is reaching my nose, and the wet cum on the insides of her thighs is cold against my skin. My cock pulses and slaps against her snatch, which is so wet it’s dripping. Her breasts are in front of me, her right nipple red and swollen where Luis bit into it.
She guides my dick to her wet, gaping hole. As she lowers her hot body on to my cock, and her quivering cunt envelops me, I suck in my breath. I want to enjoy her used pussy a little more: feel out if it is looser, or somehow changed. Maybe some of these slick juices are Luis’s precum.
But because I think all of these thoughts, and because I have a moment of weakness in which I go on to think more, filthier scenarios, I end up boiling over after she rocks her hips back and forth just a few times.
The orgasm is so all-encompassing, I can’t even make a sound. My entire abdomen seizes up as though I’m being electrocuted, and I grip the chair fiercely for what seems like a full minute.
But Jackie keeps going, long after I dump my seed into her. She is riding me hungrily, trying to get her own pleasure, again. She throws her head back, and I cling to the chair watching her.
I wonder what she is thinking about, as she bounces on my cock: Luis, and his enormous dick? How she can get him back inside of her? Or me, watching her?
My cock feels raw as she bounces and bounces; it’s almost too much to take. At last I feel her squeeze around me and she drops her head to meet my eyes. “Oh!” she squeals.
Her pussy seems to turn to liquid around my cock. She is so loose at one moment, and then her muscles clamp down on me in pulses of syrupy cum. I can feel her juices, mingled with mine, sliding over my balls.
“Jesus,” I say, after we sit like this for a few minutes.
Jackie bites her lip enticingly again. Then she puts a hand to her face, and pushes her sweaty hair away. She drops forward onto my shoulder. Her pussy is still quivering around my cock, and I am so spent it actually feels a little uncomfortable, but at the same time I like having her everywhere around me, wet and pulsing.
“I can’t believe we jus
t did that,” she whispers in my ear.
“It was hot,” I say, making sure to reassure her. “So hot.”
She leans back, holding onto my shoulders with her two hands. Her breasts are glorious as she swings slightly left to right.
“Jackie,” I say. “This was hot. I’m so proud of you.”
She brings a finger to her forehead and smiles. “It wasn’t too much?” she asks.
I shake my head.
She chews on her lower lip, and opens her mouth as though she’s about to say something, and then stops.
“I’m famished,” she eventually says. “That light lunch didn’t cut it for me. Lets go get some food.”
Something is a little strange about her, I think. I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. She’s cheerful as she climbs off of me, though, and she hums in the shower, so I don’t give it much more thought.
Within half an hour, we’re headed back to eat and go to the beach, and Jackie is back in her flimsy red “suit,” which she puts on without a second thought.
Chapter 5
Not much happens for the rest of the evening. By the time we eat, the sun is starting to go down, which Jackie is a little disappointed by. Like I said, she loves the sun.
Also, she says she’s getting cold. “It’s a little more clear to me now why there is a hot tub,” she grins. “Want to go to the pool bar?”
I agree, only this time, I sit down next to her.
We have a few drinks and watch the people in the pool, Jackie is flirtatious with the bartender and I enjoy him ogling her nipples and enjoying glimpses of her pussy through her skimpy suit.
Jackie shivers at some point. “I think I need to go get in the tub for a bit,” she says. “Either that, or cover up.”
“It’s a very well-ventilated suit,” I say.
Jackie smiles for me, and slides off her stool, headed for the hot tub.
For some reason, I don’t feel compelled to look over and see what she’s doing there, right away. I just assume she wants to warm up and that’s the end of it. I look out over the pool area and watch some lovely ladies drift by on floats, pretty pink nipples upturned in the air.
Then, I slowly shift my gaze to where Jackie has gone.
I don’t know why I’m surprised to see that she’s in the hot tub with Drew, or that he’s gone right over to her and she’s leaned her head back on the edge of the small pool and stretched her scantily clad body out in the water. Or why I’m surprised that Drew, who has already felt and tasted my wife’s charms, feels perfectly comfortable placing his hand under her bottom and sliding his fingers beneath the hole-infested fabric of her suit, right between her legs.
But… I am. I am surprised by the whole scene. The same freezing, paralyzing sensation grips my chest and then sinks slowly down to my groin. My cock twitches to life.
Jackie is flirting with Drew as he plays with her pussy, right there in public, not even five seconds after she got in the hot tub.
And not only that, Drew seems to have a friend. A big, dark-skinned guy who has moved next to Jackie. He hasn’t touched her yet, but has his eyes running all over her body in a way that makes me feel like he’s been inside of her already. He sucks on his big lower lip and says something in a low baritone next to my wife’s ear. His voice is so deep it practically shakes the area like a subwoofer.
Jackie laughs, looks over in my direction, meets my eyes. And then her hand leaves the edge of the pool and travels to the black man’s neck, and she pulls him toward her. The back of his head, a mass of tightly wound black curls, covers her face from my view. But what is happening where I cannot see it is obvious: the same full mahogany lips he just sucked on are now on my wife’s mouth, teasing her, pulling her in.
I wonder if this is too far, but I can’t get my head around my feelings or orient myself as to what is happening. Not really. As Drew slides his fingers further into the crevices beneath my wife’s bikini, and his black friend kisses her while she massages the back of his neck, I remember the odd look on Jackie’s face after her massage.
I wonder if my wife has gotten a taste for something, and if now we are on a course toward disaster. Where every encounter will be more filthy than the last, where my wife will become a super-slut of some kind.
As I’m thinking about this, I’m getting more and more turned on. I can’t take my eyes off the hot tub, and I can’t stop replaying the searing look that Jackie gave me as she pulled one-third of her threesome toward her face.
My stomach is still ice-cold, churning, and my limbs feel numb.
The black man pulls away from Jackie, who is smiling, and I scrutinize her face, her lips, for something changed about her. Her mouth falls open, because Drew is playing with her pussy, and the black man is massaging her nipples.
I realize, suddenly, that the bartender has stopped what he’s doing and is watching the whole scene as well. I turn slowly to look at him, at the entertained smile on his face. He comes back to life suddenly, setting a rum and Coke in front of me. “That your wife?” he asks.
Then he nods, and it’s a nod of approval. “Hot,” he says, and starts doing something with the glasses under the bar, while he watches some more.
I look back at my wife, who is squirming a little, and whose eyes are half-closed, as Drew plays her like an instrument and brings her to orgasm with his fingers. I see that quite a few people are watching this scene, and a peculiar thrill travels along my spine.
Jackie leans in to kiss Drew, and then the black guy, and she drops her feet to the floor of the hot tub as she does this. Her hand floats down in the water to the black man’s cock, and with her lips right next to his, but her eyes suddenly on mine, she says something inaudible from where I am.
And then, sending me on another roller coaster of emotions, she is rising to standing, then climbing out of the hot tub, then toweling off. The two men relax against the wall and look over at me with odd smiles.
Jackie is tying a towel around herself, and the strangest thing about this is that she seems utterly unbothered by the fact that so many people have just watched her get fingered by two men in a hot tub. Her hair is a little wet at the tips, clinging to her neck, and the smattering of lip gloss she was wearing earlier has been sucked off her face. She has the look of a high-school girl who was just making out; a little disheveled, a little plucked.
“So,” she says, sexily, and the appearance of a high-school girl disappears. She is now a very grown, very mature woman, in control of herself and what she is doing. “Drew and his friend, Mike – I'd like to invite them over.” She takes a sip of my rum and Coke. “They’re okay with you watching,” she says.
I was just about to respond to her first sentence when she nails me with that, and I’m struck dumb.
They’re okay with me watching?
Who is this woman?
Jackie stirs my drink with her finger. “Okay?” she says. She brings her finger to her mouth and sucks on it. Her eyes burn through mine.
I am not sure how it is that I assent, but I must, because whatever it is that I do – nod, say “yes,” mumble incoherently – Jackie takes it for assent and smiles. “Okay,” she says. “Go get comfortable in the room. I'll be there soon.” And she turns on her heel, dropping the towel, and saunters over to the two men in the hot tub.
The game, evidently, is on.
*
I go back to the room, hobbling along, sweating a little, and not from the heat.
I alternate between a high of excitement and elation, and then an abysmal low in which I feel like I've completely lost my grip on my life. And my wife.
It's what I wanted; it's what I want, right? There's no denying I love it, I love the idea of her with two guys (and this pleasant addition of one of them being black is part of an even deeper level of my fantasies that I don't think I've shared with her at all).
But it all feels... what?
Maybe too fast. Maybe too crazy. Everything that Jackie has done is so...
unlike her. Planning this whole vacation, this big act she put on when we got here. Is this woman even my wife?
And where will it end? What's too far for me?
More importantly, too far for Jackie? She seems to have no brakes now.
I could stop all of this, I'm thinking. But as I have that thought, I keep moving myself forward, down the hall, away from the pool and the easy route to telling Jackie to pause things. I get out my key, I open the door. I take a piss (not easy, given my erection) and get some bottles out of the mini-bar and stack them up along with a partially decarbonated Coke. I sit on the bed, then I sit on a chair.
And I wait.
How much time goes by? I have no idea. My stomach feels like it's come to life in my belly, moving and slithering through me, My pulse is well over the advisable resting heart rate recommended for men of my age. I get up, I open the door to the private pool area, because I suddenly guess that's how they'll come in.
What is Jackie doing right now, I wonder?
I hear some voices out in the pool, and the water ripples and three bodies snake through the water. They go past the room, though, and as they near I recognize that the woman's voice is not Jackie's.
Maybe she won't even come here. Maybe that was just her way of getting rid of me. Making that offer, then heading off to some other place with those two.
It feels like an eternity, and then I hear it: Jackie's laugh. A splash. The water ripples again. My hand shakes so much I drop a bottle of rum I'm trying to pour into a glass. I don't pick it up, because I think it will make me look foolish. I relax into the chair (or try to give off that appearance).
Jackie's body emerges from the pool. She's naked, her hair still only wet at the tips. She smiles at me, rising out of the water like a goddess, a woman I've never met. I've never seen Jackie radiate this kind of aura. It's sexy, it's terrifying, it's beautiful.
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