by Lexi Archer
She flipped him off and hit the button to move to the next person, but her tits were still out. The next one in line was another cock that was stroking, and the guy picked up the pace when the realized there was a woman with an actual pair of tits on the other side of the chat window. And not just a woman with any pair of tits, but my gorgeous wife with her perfect breasts that were the absolute pinnacle of the form. Sure I was just a little biased since she was my wife, but can you blame me? Even all the guys in our group of friends agreed. When they didn't think I could overhear them or see them checking Lisa out.
Heavy breathing came through the monitor. Lisa looked over to me and cocked an eyebrow. "I think he likes me honey."
"Hell yeah I like you!"
It was a breathy voice coming in gasps that were audible through my laptop speakers. I tried to lean forward but Lisa reached over and pushed me away just before I popped into frame. The guy's hand was moving faster and faster, and then Lisa moved down and started rubbing her nipples. She started moaning. It started out as quiet gasps, but it grew louder and louder. Was she getting turned on by the sight of this guy jerking off over the sight of her tits?
That thought certainly excited me! If she was getting into this then it could open up a world of possibilities.
"What's your name lover?" she asked.
"George," came a strangled reply.
"Oh God George," she said.
My cock twitched as she said that. I reached down and started running a finger up and down the length of my dick through my swimsuit. Lisa looked over to me and smiled a thin knowing smile before she turned her attention back to the laptop. She continued running her fingers in circles around her nipples as she stared at the screen.
"God your cock looks so good George," she said. "I want you inside me so bad!"
That last line came out more as a gasping sigh than actual words. I felt like I was going to blow my load in my pants. Holy fuck this was intense!
Meanwhile the breathing and the jerking motion on screen was picking up until his hand on his cock was almost a blur. I couldn't really see much thanks to a combination of a dark room and a crappy webcam on George's end, but I was fascinated and so fucking turned on watching another man jerking off looking at my wife's tits. I never would've thought I'd actually get turned on by another guy jerking off, even if it was a bank shot turn on because of this ridiculous fantasy.
My breath was coming quickly, my pulse was racing, and my body felt like it was on fire just like the night before.
"Come for me George! Come on my tits!"
I could hardly believe this was Lisa lying next to me on the bed feeling her tits and letting some guy jerk off to her. And then George slowed and stopped. I saw strings of come shooting out as his gasping grew louder. As I heard him let out a groan. His explosion was pushing me so close to the edge. Fuck. I didn't want to blow my load. Not like this! As the last bit of come flew from his cock Lisa reached out and hit the stop button on the camera.
Only it was too late. It was too much for me. That was too damn close to the kind of forbidden fantasies that had been running through my head for the better part of a decade and seeing a guy blow a load while he was staring at my wife's tits was too much.
I'd intentionally kept a light touch on my cock. I didn't want to blow my load. Only it seemed that what I wanted and what my cock wanted were two very different things. I locked eyes with Lisa who was playing with her tits and still looked flushed. Her mouth was still open, her eyes were still wide, and her nipples were pressing out rock hard. I realized she was turned on by this too. And that sent me over the edge despite my light touch.
I took in a shuddering gasp as I felt my cock starting to twitch in my pants. I screamed out in ecstasy. I screamed out in frustration knowing I was ruining my chance to have some real fun with my wife. She looked at me with a smile on her face. Looked down to my cock and the wet spot that was rapidly spreading on my swim trunks as I blew my load. I was helpless as the force of that incredible orgasm washed over my body threatening to overwhelm me.
My vision went dark at the corners. I saw stars dancing. I was filled with the beauty that was Lisa sitting there looking at me, her beautiful eyes locked with mine, her hands still running all over her tits, the memory of that guy breathing heavily and jerking off while she moaned his name at the forefront of my imagination. And in my head she was moaning out some guy's name as he plowed in and out of her. In my head she was moaning the name of that Jared guy who'd gotten her phone number all those years ago as he somehow managed to seduce her.
And then finally it was over. I felt the tension in my body release. I leaned back on the bed and Lisa was leaning over me looking down with a smile on her face. She leaned down to kiss me.
"How did that feel?" she asked.
"Fucking incredible!" I said.
She leaned down and kissed me again. "So you're really serious about this fantasy, aren't you?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "Watching men watch you? Yeah, it's hot."
Despite everything that had just happened, despite how incredible this experience had been, despite knowing this incredible experience was a result of finally admitting just a little bit of my fantasy to her, I was still reluctant to go all the way. I was still reluctant to tell her the full extent of my fantasy. How much I loved the idea of my petite wife getting plowed by some strange man, his cock moving in and out of her as she gave herself over to another completely. As another man became the first aside from me to explore the pleasures of her body.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the fun," she said. "Now we're going to have to think of something to top this tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow?"
Lisa tapped her lip and a look of mock concern passed across her face as she propped herself up on one elbow. "Well I was planning on having some more fun with you tonight, but seeing as how you had a little bit of a premature problem this evening…"
I groaned and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I slammed my head back against my pillow. I couldn't believe that after so many years of anticipating, of fantasizing about something just like this happening I'd gone and blown the opportunity. Quite literally.
"Besides," she said. "At some point tomorrow we'll have to talk all about how much you want to watch another guy fuck me."
I stared at her wide-eyed, my mouth falling open. A ball of ice settled in the pit of my stomach and I felt as though I was going to be sick. I felt as though I was going to puke up everything I'd eaten at today's cookout.
"How did you…"
She leaned in and kissed me, a light peck this time but no less passionate for its brevity, before she pulled over to the side and got out a book. "I didn't know until you just admitted it. Now you can wait until tomorrow!"
Damn it.
13: Ghost of the Past
I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop the next morning at breakfast. Despite last night I was still convinced he was using this weird fantasy as a ploy. I was certain that this was all part of some sort of plan he'd put together to reveal my little indiscretion back in college.
Were those crazy thoughts? Sure, but guilt does funny things to you. Especially the sort of guilt I'd been living with for the past decade. And really, the idea that he was using his "fantasy" as a ploy to get me to admit to something really wasn't much less crazy than the fantasy itself. Like I asked Kate yesterday, what sort of guy got off on his girl with another man?
Damn it. I wished now more than ever that I'd just told him about my indiscretion back when it happened. I wished that I hadn't had that hanging over my head for the past decade. Ten years of marriage, and the entire time I'd been absolutely terrified that my husband would find out I'd cheated on him one time. I'd been terrified that it would come out and blow up everything that we had. I'd had that guilt eating away at me. It was like that old story the Tell-Tale Heart, though I guess in my case it was a Tell-Tale Cock that had been haunting me all these years.
Last night
had been hot though. This fantasy intrigued me just a little even as it terrified me. And most of the reason it terrified me was because I was terrified he was somehow trying to find out what had happened. I was terrified that even if he wasn't trying to find out what had happened exploring his new fantasy, assuming it was real, would somehow make my old indiscretion come out and then that would be the end of our relationship right there.
I'd even given him the perfect opening to bring it up. If he was trying to get me to admit something I'd played right into it. "Talk about other guys wanting to fuck your wife." Why had I said that? Partly because I figured that would be going too far. That would make him finally drop the act and admit it was all some clever ruse.
That wasn't the real reason I said it though. No, I'd been caught up in the moment, that's why. I'd been so turned on, so drunk on what I'd just done, so reassured in the moment by how quickly Matt blew his load, that I'd almost admitted it right there.
This was dangerous. So very dangerous. And today was torture as I waited for my words last night to come back and kick me in the ass today. Only he didn't say anything at breakfast. He just looked at me and smiled. He didn't say anything when we went out for a walk on the beach after breakfast and watched boats going by.
By lunch when he still hadn't brought up last night the silence was starting to become even worse than him bringing up what I'd said about him fantasizing about me fucking another guy.
Damn it why had I said that? Of course that was probably the least crazy thing I'd done last night. Showing off my tits to some random guy in a video chat room? I'd read horror stories about people in those chats making recordings, though I'd been careful to keep my face out of it so if somebody thought they were going to try and track me down and blackmail me with a pair of faceless tits then they had another thing coming.
It was so crazy. So out of character for me. And it had seemed to turn Matt on so much despite my doubts. Matt getting turned on had just turned me on, even if it was an act, and I had to admit that there was a part of me that enjoyed showing off. There was a growing part of me that hoped Matt was serious because I wouldn't mind a repeat performance.
Not that I would admit that to anyone but myself, and maybe Matt if it turned out he was serious, but it had been fun.
The other shoe finally dropped straight down on my head when we were walking back from lunch at a restaurant right on the beach that overlooked the marina. I'd been having such a good time glancing out over the water and watching people skiing and having a good time that I'd let my guard down completely. Maybe that's what Matt was waiting for.
"So last night was pretty fun," he said.
I jumped and forced myself to get under control. I forced my breathing to settle down. I tried to force my pulse down as well, but that wasn't happening.
"I suppose so," I said.
" I was thinking about what you said there at the end…"
That panic I'd been feeling all morning flared in a major way. Damn it. Why did I have to say that? He was going to ask me about it, the conversation wasn't going to naturally turn to whether or not it had ever happened before, and then the jaws were going to snap shut on the trap he'd been meticulously laying for me by rolling out this fantasy scenario. I don't know why it took him ten years to get around to this devious game, but I knew that the jig was finally up.
Briefly a thought ran through my head. What if he was sincere? What if he meant it when he said he was turned on by the idea of me with another guy? What if it was all true and I was so worked up over him maybe finding out about my past infidelity that I was only working up these ridiculously convoluted scenarios because of my guilt?
No, I dismissed that as soon as it occurred to me. That was a crazy thought. There was one question that brushed away any thoughts of Matt being sincere: what kind of guy is actually into the idea of his wife getting with another man?
A crazy guy, and Matt was anything but. No, he was up to something. And so in my panic I cast around for anything that might distract him from the inevitable places that his questioning was going to lead. I glanced back out over the water and saw a boat going by again. Boats.
"What would you think about renting a boat?"
It was crazy, and Matt definitely looked surprised by my sudden shift in attention. He blinked and looked out over the water.
"A boat? Are you serious? You want to talk about renting a boat now?"
I shrugged and smiled, moved forward and ran a finger down his chest. "We're always hanging out on the edge of the water. It might be fun to actually go out on the water, don't you think?"
That and the marina and the boat rentals were just a short walk back behind us. Right next to the restaurant. It was a short enough walk that we wouldn't have time to get into the sort of in-depth conversation that might explode our marriage. I knew I was just delaying the inevitable, but I was desperate.
Guilt. It's a hell of a drug.
He looked at me, his eyes searching my own, and then he sighed and looked back up towards the marina. "Fine. We can look into renting a boat, but it's the middle of summer and they're usually booked solid if you don't make a reservation in advance."
"I'm sure you'll figure something out," I said.
So we found ourselves back at the marina and Matt was talking to an older guy behind the boat rental counter.
"Sorry," he said. "Don't have anything for today. Maybe not for tomorrow or the day after that either. And the weekends is sure as shit shot to hell. You'll need to look for something going into next week."
Matt turned to look at me. "What do you say babe? Want to go out on a boat next week? We'll be here."
I sighed and looked down. If we didn't get a boat then that meant we'd have to walk back to the house. That meant plenty of quiet time where we might start having a conversation. A conversation that I was still terrified of. A conversation that I was willing to do any crazy irrational thing to get out of.
"I just really wanted to go out today…"
"If you're determined to get out on the water then you could always try a fishing charter. My son runs that just a little ways down the road," the older guy said.
"A fishing charter?" Matt said. "I don't think…"
I was a drowning woman willing to grasp at anything that might potentially save me. I was hanging onto the edge of a cliff by a little tuft of grass that was slowly being pulled out by the roots. The point is I was going to do any crazy desperate thing to put off that conversation.
I grabbed Matt by the arm. "A fishing charter sounds lovely! Thanks for the tip."
"What's gotten into you babe?" Matt asked. "Is this about last night?"
I didn't answer him. That was too close to the truth. The guilt was a fire burning, raging inside me. Desperately trying to get out. And even as the crazy guilt-ridden part of me was flailing and acting irrational trying to put off this conversation there was a quieter voice whispering that I should just tell him. That I should take Kate's advice and be done with the guilt once and for all.
"Lisa, I'm serious," Matt said. "If this is about last night then we need to talk about it…"
I kept going towards where this fishing place was supposed to be. I saw a dock up ahead and smiled. There was a boat. Of course I had no idea what I was going to do if we actually went out on a fishing boat. That wasn't exactly the active afternoon I was thinking of with a speedboat. In fact it sounded like the most boring thing ever, and on top of that wasn't fishing a sport where you more or less sat around talking to people all the time? That was the last thing I needed, but I was in such a panic that I wasn't thinking beyond the next five minutes, let alone through the rest of the afternoon.
Future me could deal with it if I ended up in a long drawn out awkward silence on a fishing boat with some grizzled old dude doing the driving and wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into by taking our charter.
Matt stopped when we were almost to the dock and held my arm. I quickly jerked it f
ree and turned to look at him, suddenly feeling annoyed. Why couldn't he just give it up? Because every time he asked me what was wrong the guilty side of me screamed in terror even as that quiet voice telling me I should just tell him grew louder. It was all very confusing.
"I'm serious Lisa," he said. "You've never shown an interest fishing in your life. If you regret what happened last night…"
I never did find out what he was going to say after that. I wanted to assure him that I'd enjoyed myself last night. That it wasn't him, it was me. That I was having one hell of a panic attack with the sort of anxiety that can only be created by ten years of pent-up festering guilt suddenly exploding to the surface. I wanted to tell him all of that even though telling him about that guilt would naturally lead to the source of said guilt, but I was stopped cold in my tracks by the last voice in the world that I wanted to hear.
"Lisa?"
It was a voice reaching out from the distant past. It was the last voice that I could've possibly wanted to hear on any day, but I really didn't need to hear that voice today in particular with the way this panic was filling me. I turned around and blinked, not quite believing it as I stared at a muscled tan guy leaning back on the fishing boat, shirtless and looking pretty good even after ten years.
Ten years. It had been ten years since I saw him. Since I saw that smiling face. And the last time I saw him smiling at me he'd been under me pumping in and out of me, taking my virginity and taking me from my future husband completely.
Jared. Jared was the person running the fishing charter.
Son of a bitch.
14: Change of Heart
I looked between Lisa and this guy. Obviously he knew who she was, but I had absolutely no fucking clue who he was. Which was odd. We'd been together long enough that I figured I knew just about everybody she knew. Maybe it was some guy she went to middle school with or something?