Taste Test: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  "So are you enjoying the show?"

  5: Fantasies in the Flesh

  I jumped and turned to look at Samantha who was smiling down at me. God she looked so fucking gorgeous. And apparently I'd been caught red handed spying on my wife. Time to play dumb again.

  "Show? What are you talking about?"

  And then Samantha surprised me again. She sat down, but not in the co-captain's chair. No, she sat down directly on me. Directly on my cock which was already tenting up. I let out a groan as I felt her ass pressing against me. God damn it. I'd been fantasizing about just this sort of thing happening, but fuck if it was more intense now that it was actually happening. I couldn't believe that it was actually happening!

  Actually, I had to concentrate for a moment on anything but the feel of her ass against my cock because if I didn't I was in very real danger of losing control and making a mess all over my swim trunks and her bottoms!

  "Fuck!"

  Samantha giggled and then she leaned in close. Almost as close as Matt had been getting to Madison down below in the water.

  "You know exactly what show I'm talking about," she said. "Your wife down there acting like a complete slut with Matt?"

  I blinked. And suddenly I realized that while they were talking with one another up at the front of the boat they'd been talking about a hell of a lot more than work. Knowing Madison she'd probably spilled the whole thing it to her friend. Damn!

  "She told you everything?"

  Samantha leaned in closer. So close that it would just take one of us sneezing and our lips would be brushing together. So close that her tits were pressing against my chest, and they felt so soft, so touchable, so fucking amazing as they pillowed against my bare chest. It was everything I'd fantasized about and so much more!

  "She told me all about how you wanted to leave her to be ravaged by a bunch of men while you went off and fucked one of her friends from work," Samantha said. "So what do you think? Now that you're in the situation is it everything you'd imagined?"

  "Holy shit," I whispered.

  I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe she was pressing against me like that. I couldn't believe my cock was rubbing against her pussy, and it felt like she was excited! More than anything I couldn't believe that Madison had planned this with her friend.

  "Oh she told me everything stud," Samantha said.

  I blinked again. "Stud?"

  It's not that women didn't find me attractive or anything. I'd been quite the ladykiller back in the day. It's just that I'd been married for so long, and I'd been with Madison for so long before that, that I was a little out of practice having women coming onto me. Sure I saw the occasional glance, but having a girl actually come up to me and throw herself at me like this, well let's just say it was a new old experience. Usually the wedding ring was kryptonite for any woman who was interested. One glance at that and they were gone. Only the kryptonite wasn't working on Samantha. It appeared that getting permission from my wife was all that it took to break that particular barrier.

  Sure I was still having trouble believing that particular barrier was being broken, but I was going to enjoy it.

  "Fuck it," I said.

  I moved my hand up to the back of her head, ran my fingers through that silky blonde hair. Felt my other arm running up her body, and then I was pulling her into me.

  It was weird. I'd kissed plenty of women in my day. Like I said, I used to be pretty good with the ladies back before Madison took me off the market for what I thought was once and for all, but now it was looking like it was just a temporary removal from the dating pool. It's just that I'd been with Madison long enough that I'd almost forgotten what it was like to kiss someone for the first time. The feel of unfamiliar lips against my own, wondering how much pressure to apply, how much pressure they were applying, tasting a new woman for the first time as our mouths opened and our tongues started to dance with one another in a way that was oh so familiar and yet it felt so different because it wasn't Madison.

  And that was a major difference. That was what made this so weird. This wasn't Madison. This was some woman who I'd only met in passing a few times before today, and here I was making out with her. Only because I was married, because I'd been a one woman type of guy for the past few years, everything was so different. It was as though my brain only had Madison to compare to even though I'd been with other girls in the past. They were forgotten, and my wife was the all-consuming milepost by which I measured all other women.

  Even if "all other women" was a data set that was constrained to the voluptuous hottie who was sitting in my lap making out with me.

  I lost myself in the moment. I lost myself in her taste, in the feel of her body pressing against mine, in the coy dance that I hadn't done in so long where I moved a hand slowly up her stomach expecting her to stop me at any moment, up under one of her tits, and then finally under the thin material of her bikini and god her skin was so smooth, so hot, and her nipple was so hard rubbing against my palm. She moaned into my mouth as I felt her tit and started grinding against her, dry humping her through our bottoms.

  Of course it was precisely the forbidden nature of feeling her up like that which brought me crashing back to reality. If I was sitting here doing this to Samantha, if I was feeling her up, then what was going on down next to the boat where I couldn't see anything going on under the water?

  I felt a moment of panic. For a moment the part of me that wanted my wife to stay faithful, the jealous part of me that warred with arousal at the idea of her with another man, came to the forefront in a major way and beat back the arousal that up until this moment had been preventing me from saying anything. That had prevented me from preventing any of this from happening.

  So it was with a combination of great arousal and great reluctance that I reached out and pushed Samantha away. Of course even as I was pushing her away I noted the wonderful smooth and toned feel of her body against my hands. And of course there was still that contact between our bodies down below where my cock was pressing up against her pussy that felt so slick and wet. She was so fucking turned on that I could feel her wetness even through our swim bottoms.

  "What's wrong?" she asked.

  I didn't answer her though. No, I leaned over and peered over the edge. Down to where Madison and Matt were still splashing around. They were still so close together, although it looked like they'd pressed right up against the boat. They weren't kissing, but they were staring at one another. I almost thought they were even having a mumbled conversation, but it was hard to tell.

  The only thing I did know for sure was there was a gentle rocking going on down there. Up and down in the water. Back and forth and in my imagination down below there was something very naughty and just a little sinister that was causing that rocking motion.

  I imagined his cock sliding up inside my wife. I imagined her being filled with another man's cock for the first time since we'd gotten together. And I felt dizzy as I thought of that. As visions of him sliding up inside her in the world's dirtiest imaginary porno flashed through my head.

  Up and down they moved, and she smiled and giggled. They were so close together. So close.

  And was that an odd look on Matt's face? Was he trying to hold back as he slid inside my wife? I wondered if he was thinking of me as he added the woman I loved to the list of conquests he'd had out here on the lake.

  But more than anything I was turned on. The panic I'd felt when I was making out with Samantha started to melt into arousal once more. The roaring beast inside me that wanted nothing more than to see my wife being violated by another man started to reassert control. And it was all I could do not to blow my load with the added stimulation of Samantha grinding her incredible body against me. It was all I could do not to completely lose control and let go, flying over that edge.

  I grunted and squeezed my eyes shut. I moved my hands down to Samantha's waist and held her in a vice grip. Not the sort of vice grip that I usu
ally held Madison in while I was blowing a load inside her.

  No, this was a desperate last bid on my part to keep from blowing my load. To keep from exploding all over my wife's friend and my swim trunks leaving some very obvious evidence as to what was happening up here.

  Samantha was watching what I was watching. She stared over the edge, down to Madison and Matt who seemed completely oblivious to us watching them from above. Who could blame them while they were off in their own little world of pleasure that was just the two of them? Samantha turned back to me and smiled.

  "That really does turn you on, doesn't it?"

  I licked my lips. "What are you talking about?"

  "Madison told me you were acting weird at the idea of her getting with another man, but I never suspected…"

  I looked up at her and it was plain on my face. I couldn't hold back. I was so overwhelmed by the emotions, by the arousal, that was crashing over my body that there was no way I could resist these feelings even if I wanted to. I was an open book, and as Samantha looked down on me it was obvious she could tell I was turned on. It was also pretty damn obvious exactly what was turning me on as I stared down at my wife and my coworker.

  Besides, it would be kind of silly to try and lie at this particular juncture. With my cock throbbing against her she had a direct line into the more primal parts of my brain. She could tell what got me going, and watching my wife down there was getting me going almost as much as having Samantha grinding on top of me!

  Samantha leaned forward and licked my ear. I felt a shiver run through me, and at the same time she scooted back and her hand moved down to wrap around my cock, through my swim trunks to be sure but it was still a fucking turn on. She started moving her hand up and down ever so slowly. Slow enough to provide the stimulation while also preventing me from going over any edges. No, she was damn skilled with her hands.

  "She was telling me all about it earlier," Samantha said. "How she was turned on by Matt over there. How she wanted to give what you were talking about earlier a try. And she wanted me to help you out…"

  I let out a low groan. I tried to keep it at least a little under control. I didn't want any noises up here to alert Madison and Matt to what was going on, but then again at the same time I don't know why I was being so particular about not alerting them considering what they were up to.

  God, Samantha's hand was such a distraction dancing up and down the length of my cock. It was as though every nerve ending attached to my cock and to the lizard portions of my hindbrain were on fire, were firing in overdrive, almost to the point of pain thanks to that skilled dance that prevented me from going over the edge. From getting the satisfaction that I so desperately desired. She was driving me wild. With her dirty talk, with her body, and most of all with her fingers dancing up and down my body.

  "Oh fuck!" I breathed out.

  She leaned down again and I felt a jolt run through my body. An electric pleasure that arced through me.

  "That was the idea," she said.

  I looked over the edge to Madison and Matt. To where they were still rocking back and forth. It was obvious something was going on down there. And from the way Madison let out a giggle and then suddenly put a finger up to her lips as though she was shushing herself it seemed that she didn't want to be heard either.

  I looked up to Samantha. I licked my lips again. My mouth suddenly felt dry, even as my cock felt like it was soaked from a combination of her pussy and my pre-come leaking out all over everything.

  "Are you serious?"

  She didn't answer me in words. Although her actions made her intentions more than clear. She used her hand on my cock to reach up and then she was pulling down on my swim trunks. She lifted up so she could get better access, and in a daze I found myself lifting my ass up and allowing her to pull them down. Not so far that they were off completely, but they did fall down to my ankles leaving my cock absolutely free as I sat in Matt's captain's chair.

  Hopefully he wouldn't find out about that. I know I wouldn't appreciate having some strange guy's bare ass on my boat!

  "It can all be yours if you just take it," Samantha said.

  She looked over the edge of the boat again and I glanced down. Madison had her eyes closed and her mouth open. And did it seem like that rocking motion down there was getting more intense? It was hard to tell with the way the boat was rocking in the gentle waves, but my mind was flooded with visions of his cock pumping inside her faster. Of them going over the edge together.

  And in that moment I felt another twinge of panic that mixed with the heat of my arousal. Only this time it wasn't the panic of a man watching his wife getting it on with another man. No, I looked up to Samantha and realized that it was the panic that I might miss my opportunity. They might finish and be done, and I would lose my chance with Samantha forever. An opportunity that it appeared Madison was handing me on a silver fucking platter if I'd just seize it.

  No, I could feel this incredible opportunity slipping away even as Matt's cock was no doubt slipping up inside my wife down below. And this wasn't an opportunity that I wanted to slip away. This wasn't something I wanted to think back on with regret at the nursing home someday as I stared at the hot nurse with big tits and remembered through my dementia haze the chance I almost had with an equally hot and equally well-endowed nurse once upon a time. I looked up to Samantha and grinned.

  "Let's do it," I said.

  6: Infidelity

  Her grin was even wider than my own. Damn. I wondered exactly what it was Madison had been telling her friend about me to get this reaction. Of course I wasn't going to knock it. I was just going to enjoy it.

  Like, for instance, the way I was enjoying the way her hips swayed back and forth as she pulled the thin light blue material, soaked through by now, of her bikini down, down. Revealing her ass, and then I blinked as her pussy came into view. As that small slice of heaven was bared to me. I was a little surprised to see that she was completely clean shaven. That was something I'd tried to get Madison to do over the years, but she'd never been particularly game to try it. No, the farthest she'd ever gone was a landing strip. A landing strip that was probably guiding Matt's cock home even as I stared at her friend.

  I glanced over the side of the boat again, the scene down there serving as an odd juxtaposition to what was happening up here high on the boat where nobody could see us. And that gave me a thought for the people in boats surrounding us. I looked out over the lake, but most people were so preoccupied with their own partying that it didn't seem anyone was looking over here. Besides, like I said before the boat was so high that this was like a perch from which I could look down on everybody, but other people would have a difficult time seeing what was going on up here.

  It really was the perfect scenario. Hidden from the world, unless of course somebody from one of the houses on the hills above Cocktail Cove happened to be looking down with some binoculars, and high enough that I had a clear view of what was happening between Madison and Matt down below. At least I thought I had a clear view of what was happening between Madison and Matt down below. It was pretty damn obvious what was going on there even if I couldn't exactly see what was happening because of the murky water.

  I figured the next step would be Samantha taking care of her top, but she didn't. No, she just stepped forward. I saw a trickle of wetness running down her thigh. Fuck she was turned on. Her pussy was glistening and open, and I found myself wondering what it would taste like. That would be something for later, though, assuming this went well enough that there was a later.

  No, for now I was a man who was operating on one hell of a deadline. A deadline that ended with another man coming inside my wife, and that thought made me feel lightheaded.

  I was going to beat that deadline by blowing a load inside her friend, damn it!

  I reached out and put my hands around her waist again as she swung a leg over me. As she started to bear down on me, and then I had another brief moment of panic a
s I felt the head of my cock pressing against the warm and soft wetness of another woman's pussy lips for the first time since I'd started dating Madison.

  Sure I'd had opportunities, I'd had girls come crawling out of the woodwork wanting to get a piece of me once they realized I was well and truly spoken for. It was odd how that seemed to happen once you were in a serious and committed relationship. I'd never acted on any of those impulses, though, no matter how hot the girl was. I'd always had Madison, and she'd always been so much better, so much more incredible, than anything else that was on offer.

  Only now here I was with my cock poised on the edge of indescribable pleasure and it was with another woman. Everything seemed off somehow. Off because her tits were so much bigger than my wife's. Off because her body was shaped differently. She smelled different. She felt different, but it was a very fucking good different. Everything was off, and if anything that was a part of what added to the incredible experience.

  "Is something wrong?"

  I shook my head and pulled myself out of my reverie. "No, nothing's wrong…"

  And yet… I looked over the edge one more time. To where they were still twirling around in the water. To where they were both pressed up against one another. To where I couldn't actually see what was really going on, though my imagination was doing one hell of a good job of filling in those gaps.

  Matt's hands running all over her tight body under the water. Feeling up her tits and tweaking her nipples. Her hands running over his muscled body and down to his cock which she guided into her pussy and allowed another man to fill her for the first time...

  That steeled my resolve. If Madison was going to have some fun like we'd talked about then I was going to have the same sort of fun. I looked up to Samantha.