by Lexi Archer
"No, nothing's wrong," I said.
And with that I started pulling her down.
Samantha's body was like an unfamiliar caress, and yet it was familiar at the same time as her pussy moved to envelop my cock. It was an impossible heat that was wrapping around my cockhead, squeezing me in a completely new and unanticipated way. It was the familiar wet warmth of a woman's pussy wrapping around me, and yet at the same time it was so different and unfamiliar precisely because this wasn't my wife.
I gasped as she slid down. She was so fucking turned on that she was able to move down in one fluid motion, her hips gyrating as she pulled more and more of me inside her. I had my hands on her hips, but really she was the one doing most of the work. She was the one who was bearing down on me. Filling her body with my cock.
And finally she bottomed out and I had the distinct pleasure of feeling a woman's completely bare pussy pressing against my body at the base of my cock. I had to pause and catch my breath. I had to concentrate on those extreme feelings. I probably would've came right then, but something distracted me.
It was quiet. So quiet I almost didn't hear it over the sound of boats running off in the distance and people shouting and music blasting out across the water. And yet I was close enough that I could clearly hear that noise. It reverberated through my head like a thunderclap.
A soft gasp. From Madison.
I looked down. Down to where they were distracted. It was insane. It felt like I'd been staring down at them for an eternity, but in reality only a couple of minutes had passed since Samantha first told me about this offer. About this fantasy scenario that was being quite literally dropped in my lap.
That gasp from my wife sent a combination of arousal and worry running through me. Arousal because it was confirmation that they were getting up to something naughty down below. Worry because that gasping meant she was getting close. That someone was working on her and doing a good job of it. That she was about to go over the edge that I'd been denying myself.
And if she went over the edge that meant it would only be a matter of moments before they were moving back and up onto the boat. Before they would find Samantha and I locked together. And if anything that made me panic even more.
No, I wanted to have my fun before they finished having their fun!
And so our brief dalliance took on an urgency. I locked eyes with Samantha and she leaned down and started kissing me, my mouth opened to hers and then my tongue was swirling around hers. The air was filled with the sound of our mouths coming together, and I reveled in her taste. I also got more insistent down below. I used my grip on her waist to pull her up and then slam up inside her. I gasped into her mouth as I felt my cock filling her. It was so different and so fucking sexy.
The gasps down below seemed to grow louder and louder. They were certainly echoing inside my head. I was dizzy. I was lightheaded. I was down there in between Madison and Matt, imagining his cock sliding in and out of her even as my own cock slammed in and out of Samantha up above.
She pulled away from the kiss and then she was leaning against me. I felt her whimper, and I realized her body was shuddering above me. Fuck, was she coming already?
Her pussy was grasping at my cock. I was filling her, and she was begging to be filled. Her completely shaven pussy was slamming up and down on me, and it felt like she was trying to take more and more of me inside her, though of course that was impossible since I'd already buried myself to the hilt on several occasions.
It was a wonder that people couldn't hear us out on the lake. It was a wonder they couldn't hear us down below. Particularly considering the gasps I was hearing. I figured surely Madison would glance up and wonder about what was going on, but she never did. No, every time I looked down the two of them were doing that forbidden dance in the water.
And it was those gasps more than anything else that sent me over the edge. Of course it also helped that Samantha was over me, that she was gasping, that she was biting her lip and trying her best not to make any noise that might alert them to what was going on down below.
But ultimately it was thoughts of my wife, it was the sound of her gasping, it was the image of her being filled by another man's cock, of Matt exploding inside her, that sent me over that final edge. That flung me over that edge violently.
I let out a whimper of my own, it was all I could think to do because the only alternative would be screaming and that would definitely give up the game. I buried myself inside Samantha one last time and concentrated on the bundle of sensations overwhelming me.
The pleasure started at the base of my balls and then expanded to my entire cock, but for a surprise that feeling also started to spread out to the rest of my body. It was tingling pinpricks of pleasure that went from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes which were curling as I pulled Samantha down on me one final time. As the head of my cock expanded and then I was exploding inside her.
With no condom. Oops.
Then again I suppose Madison and Matt didn't exactly have a condom either. Turnabout was fair play.
I felt as though I was pouring my very essence, my very soul, into this voluptuous hottie above. And with a start I realized I'd gone this entire time fucking her without actually pulling her bikini top off. Our lovemaking had been that hurried, that frenzied. And so mid-orgasm I decided to correct that. I gripped her bikini top and yanked up as I pulled her against me, finally feeling those delicious tits pressing against my chest. Feeling her nipples rubbing against my own sensitive tips. And through it all I was pumping my load inside her. It seemed like there was a never-ending reservoir of come that was exploding out of the tip of my cock and into her body.
Over and over I exploded. Over and over she gasped and whimpered. It was such an intimate fucking moment with our bodies pressed together like that, with the heat threatening to overwhelm us, with the incredible feeling of my cock buried to the hilt in her wet treasure.
And then with one final explosion I collapsed back against the chair.
Samantha was still panting above me. Her mouth was open, and she locked eyes with me. God she was so fucking sexy. I'd have to give Madison one hell of a thank you. This had been fucking incredible. I always thought that a little infidelity would be the end of our relationship, but it had been the exact opposite. This had been one hell of an adventure, and I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next.
The gasping finally subsided down below almost in time with what we were doing up above. And then I heard another giggle and some splashing.
Samantha's eyes went wide. That sounded like they were heading towards the ladder at the back of the boat. At any moment they'd be climbing up and it wouldn't do for them to catch us like this even if I did have my wife's tacit approval to have a little bit of extracurricular fun with her friend from work. Even if she had just had a little bit of extracurricular fun with my friend from work.
It was a mad scramble. Samantha pulled off of me and I felt some of my come dribbling out of her pussy and onto my leg. I didn't have time to clean up though. No, I just pulled my swim trunks up and prayed there wouldn't be too much of a stain on the front. Samantha rushed to pull her own swimsuit which was in disarray back together. I had a brief glimpse of her tits, amazing perfect orbs that bounced without a hint of giving in to the ravages of gravity, and then that glimpse of heaven was gone as they were covered by her bikini again. I really wish I'd spent some more time getting to know those, but there was always the chance that there'd be a future opportunity after what had just happened.
Then her bottoms were pulled on and her shaved pussy was covered up once more. Finally she put a wrap of some sort around her bottom, which was probably a good thing considering they were already soaked through from her arousal and from my come leaking out of her.
I looked down to my own swim trunks and tried to position myself so the stain wasn't quite as obvious. I was going to have to jump in the water to cover that up completely. And then I real
ized I was still sitting in the captain's chair. That would look a little odd, so I scrambled over to where I'd been sitting, crossed my legs to try and cover the stain as best as possible, and sat there trying my best to look nonchalant.
No sooner had I sat down than Madison's head popped up from the ladder at the back of the boat, smiling and looking amazing with water dripping from her body.
"Hi honey!" she said.
7: Entrapment
Madison got up on the boat and then she was moving towards me. Her hips were swaying in a seductively distracting manner. She looked absolutely incredible, and I watched for any sign of the disarray that I'd seen on Samantha just a moment ago. Anything that would prove to me that what I thought was happening down below in the water actually had happened.
Only if something had happened she'd been very good about covering it up. She moved over and sat down directly on my lap, causing my eyes to go wide. But at the same time I was a little relieved as I uncrossed my legs to give her better access. Her wet ass sitting down on my swim trunks meant I'd be soaked through, and any evidence of Samantha grinding against me earlier or of the last little dribbles of come leaking out would be hidden by the water from the lake.
She wrapped her arms around me and leaned down. Pressed her forehead against mine and locked eyes with me.
"So did you have fun up here honey?"
I decided to play dumb for a moment. It suddenly occurred to me that it was entirely possible Samantha had just made that whole story up to get in my pants, swim trunks, whatever, though that seemed ridiculous.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," she said.
More noise from the back of the boat drew my attention as Matt appeared. He pulled himself up and was climbing up the ladder, but not quite on the boat yet. Madison looked to him and then back to me. She lowered her voice to a sexy purr.
"Your work friend's fingers are absolutely amazing!"
I blinked. There was something that wasn't quite right about that. Something that didn't quite match what I'd just done with Samantha. "His fingers?"
Madison grinned and leaned forward to kiss me. "Of course silly! Didn't Samantha explain it to you? That's why you got that incredible hand job! You're welcome, by the way."
My mouth went dry. I felt a giant block of ice settling in the pit of my stomach. Hand job? I felt dizzy, like the world was falling out from beneath me. I glanced up to the front of the boat where Samantha was sitting with a huge grin on her face.
Shit. Maybe my suspicion had been right. It sounded like Samantha hadn't been entirely truthful about what was going on after all!
And suddenly I realized what an idiot I'd been. I saw them rocking in the water, but that rocking wasn't a guarantee they were fucking. Apparently he'd just been fingering her. Apparently I'd just been supposed to get a hand job, and I'd been so clouded by lust that I let things go way too fucking far.
I didn't know what to do, and so in another moment of brief panic I leaned up and kissed Madison and decided to tell a little lie by omission until I had time to figure out how to handle this. "Yeah, it was great!"
"Glad you enjoyed it," she said. "Now if you'll excuse me…"
And with that Madison stood and moved back to help Matt get up onto the boat. Not that he needed the help, but it's not like he refused the offer either. Madison grabbed a towel and they started drying one another off in a dance that was far more intimate than when they'd jumped off the boat earlier. And why not? He'd just fingered her. He'd just been exploring her inner folds.
Just not in the way I'd expected.
I got up from my chair and made my way to the front. Sat down next to Samantha who was still looking at me with that grin.
"You lied to me," I said.
"I didn't hear you complaining earlier," Samantha said.
"Why?"
"I thought that would be perfectly obvious," Samantha said.
She looked to the back of the boat where Madison and Matt were finishing drying one another off. And they were staring with pure unconcealed lust. It was obvious there was still some tension there that needed to be resolved. I couldn't exactly blame them. If he'd gotten to finger her but not fuck her then I could only imagine the frustration he must be feeling. And from the way his cock was tenting out in his shorts it looked like he most assuredly hadn't gotten any satisfaction even though Madison had gotten hers.
I had a sinking feeling, but I still wanted to play this to the end. "Explain."
"It's simple," Samantha said. "I wanted you, and it's pretty obvious that you wanted some fun with me. I also know from talking with her that Madison wanted to have some fun with Matt, but she felt guilty about it, and I saw the way Matt was staring at her. I like giving him what he wants too. Now everyone on the boat has the perfect excuse!"
The perfect excuse. I'd fucked her, and so now I couldn't object to her fucking Matt. Not that I would've objected before, but now I was well and truly cornered. There was no backing out now. Tit for tat. Quid pro quo and all that.
Madison and Matt walked up to the front of the boat, Madison smiling hesitantly.
"So Matt was just talking about his house, and how nice it was. He offered to give us a tour of the place…"
I suddenly felt slightly queasy, but more turned on than queasy. I had no doubt that the "tour" of his house would involve a very thorough tour of the bedroom. At least my wife's tour would involve a very thorough tour of the bedroom.
"What do you think honey?" Madison asked.
I glanced to Samantha and then back to Madison. Over to Matt who still had his cock tenting out. He wasn't even bothering to hide it now. I suppose at this point there were no secrets between us anyways. No point in trying to hide it.
"I suppose that would be okay," I said. "I'll have to bring our boat in as well."
I stood and started towards the spot where our boats were tied together and Matt slapped me on the back. "Great! Maybe after the tour we can talk about how we can get you a little extra something something at the firm!"
"Yeah, sounds great," I said.
Though I was suddenly unsure about advancing at the firm if it involved what I thought it involved. I'm not sure why I was suddenly unsure about this. Maybe it was the way Samantha had backed me into a corner. Maybe it was that I had a sneaking suspicion Matt might be in on it, even though he was playing dumb right now. More than anything it was at the idea that this fantasy, the idea of my wife fucking another man, actually was about to come true in a major way and arousal was mixing with jealousy in a potent combination. It was different from when they were down in the water when I couldn't be sure what was happening, when it turned out that what I thought was happening wasn't actually happening after all. This was real. This was going to happen.
And it was a fucking turn on even if it also made me slightly sick to my stomach. I suppose that slightly sick to my stomach feeling was because I didn't have the distraction of Samantha fucking me this time around.
"How about I help you take your boat in?" Samantha said, hopping up and following me.
I looked at Madison who looked at Matt. Once more we were doing that game where everybody was staring at everybody else and waiting for someone to make the move. And I had the feeling that I had this one moment to seize an opportunity and get my wife back on my boat. I could take us out of the cove and back to the house. I could confess everything and let things fall where they may.
I wasn't going to do that though. Arousal was winning. It was always winning, no matter how disastrous the potential consequences.
"Sounds good," I found myself saying.
Yeah, it looked like fantasy was winning out over jealousy. I hopped onto my boat and Samantha followed. I looked up to Matt's boat, wondering what might be going on up there where I couldn't see. Wondering what was going to happen when we got back to his house.
Everything had changed, and yet everything was the same. And as I felt Sa
mantha pressing up against me, as I felt her tits mashing against my shoulder, I realized I was okay with that. We were having an adventure, and we were already in the middle of it, so I might as well enjoy it even if I had been entrapped just a little.
I untied my boat from Matt's and started the engine, ready to follow to wherever the day might lead!
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