“Have you, like done that before? Let him watch while you were…with someone else?”
“Never with another person although he loves to watch me masturbate. We always have the hottest sex afterwards,” Jen said with a grin.
She had a hand on Amy’s breast, and the touch was like a trigger mechanism. Thinking of her dull and almost nonexistent love life, Amy said, “Okay, let’s do it sometime this week.”
Chapter 2
“What’s wrong with your game today?” Elliot asked as they watched Brad’s tee shot slice badly.
Brad grinned and said, “I’m still a little sore from last night.”
“A hot one?”
“I don’t know if it’s because we’re on vay-cay or something else, but Jen was a maniac in bed last night. I’m surprised you didn’t hear us. I’m sure we made enough noise.”
Elliot teed up his ball. “I slept like a lamb, and never heard anything. I’m glad you’re getting some.”
“Whoa! You mean you and Amy haven’t been doing the nasty lately? I mean, I always thought your wife was a hot number. Ah, those tits of hers! I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her bikini top when we left. I bet those beauties are fun to play with.”
“Keep it in your pants, buddy boy,” Elliot said, pausing in his backswing. “Yes, she is hot, but lately we aren’t doing much. Partly my fault, I guess. I’ve been so wrapped up in getting the Sawyer account my mind hasn’t been on sex lately.”
“That’s why we’re here, man. We’re supposed to be on vacation, not thinking about work. Don’t you know that sex is the best stress reducer?” Brad said and laughed heartily.
“I’ll think about stress reduction and really enjoying the vacation as soon as I have Sawyer sewn up.” Elliot swung his driver and watched as his ball sailed straight down the par-4 fairway. As they walked he explained to Brad what he was trying to achieve by playing golf the next day with some of the Sawyer officers.
Brad said, “So, you’re going to leave me to entertain the ladies tomorrow? After I said your wife was hot?”
“I’ll tell you what,” Elliot said with a grin. “Seeing how horny you are and how concerned you are about my sex life, if you birdie this hole I’ll let you sleep with Amy. How’s that for a bet?”
“Is it a bet you’re willing to take? Think about it after I do it and you’re off by yourself tomorrow while I’m hanging with two hot and horny women.”
“No fucking way will you birdie this baby!”
Little did they know how things would work out.
“How did the golf game go?” Jen asked Brad when the guys returned.
“I beat him, so I guess that makes it a good round,” Brad said with a laugh.
Elliot shook his head and sputtered, “That birdie you got pissed me off.”
Amy asked, “Did you guys have something riding on the game?”
Brad chuckled again. “More than we’ll tell you.”
“You sneaky bastard. That birdie!” Elliot said with a scowl.
“Okay, what’s the big deal about Brad getting a birdie?” Jen asked the men.
“Oh, nothing really,” Brad answered while still chuckling.
They ordered delivered Chinese, and while waiting popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. Elliot asked if the girls had used the hot tub at all while they were gone.”
“We used the pool,” Jen said with a grin. “It’s nice having a private pool so we can lose our bikinis while we swim. Isn’t it, Amy?”
“God, I’m getting a hard-on thinking about you two naked.”
“Well, Brad darling, that was the idea of me bringing it up,” Jen said as she drew closer to her husband, kissed him on the cheek while brushing her hand against the front of his shorts. “Maybe now you’ll tell us what you bet on.”
“You better not,” Elliot said, warning Brad. Though Brad wasn’t foolish enough to tell the girls, he slyly looked Amy up and down, his imagination running wild to go along with the bulge in his shorts.
The bubbly and the Chinese food were finished when Jen suggested they use the hot tub. “Bathing suits on, smart ass,” she said when she saw her husband’s lascivious facial expression.
Amy wore her black bikini, one that showed a bit more flesh than the blue one she wore earlier. Is this okay?” she asked Elliot as they changed. “It’s not going to be too much for Brad, will it?”
“He does seem to be enamored with you, so I’m not sure.”
“Enamored, huh? And how do you know that? Did you two talk about me while golfing?”
“Of course, especially after he rubbed it in about all the great sex they have.”
“Are you jealous? You know that if we’re not having any it’s all your fault.”
Elliot sighed heavily. “You know why. Once I sew up the Sawyer deal the stress will be off me and we’ll see who does all the fucking.” He secretly hoped his flippant ‘bet’ on the golf course hadn’t been taken seriously by Brad. His absence tomorrow took on new significance in light of Brad’s mischievous interest.
“I’m still wondering about this ‘enamored’ shit. Did Brad really say he had the hots for me?”
“Well, yeah. I guess the guy has some pretty wild fantasies and he’s not embarrassed to talk about them.”
“Ooooooo, I like being someone’s fantasy!” Amy said as she jiggled her tits and led her husband to the Jacuzzi, thoughts of Jen’s proposal of teasing Brad sending sparks through her mind and elsewhere.
Jen and Brad were already in the roiling water, and perhaps to keep the teasing going between the two men Brad wolf-whistled when he saw Amy approach. Jen wore a white bikini a little more conservative than the thong she had on earlier in the day but to Amy she still looked sexy, and once more wondered why a man married to a lithe athletic goddess like Jen would desire someone else. Amy climbed in and sat next to Jen as Elliot followed her into the hot tub.
Brad pointed out that he had black trunks on and commented as he slid closer to his wife, “We’d make a great Oreo cookie, with the creamiest middle in the universe,” obviously comparing his wife’s white suit with the filling, and Amy’s black suit to the other wafer. Elliot rolled his eyes; the golf bet still troubling him as he in turn slid closer to Amy.
“Is that one of your fantasies, Brad?” Amy lasciviously asked.
Brad chuckled, “Which do you mean, a threesome or a cookie?”
Jen poked him and said, “It better be a cookie or you’re in trouble.”
But Amy wasn’t done. “We all have fantasies. What was your first sexual fantasy? Come on, Brad, you can tell us.”
“Okay, but I’m going to want to hear yours afterward. Deal?”
“Deal,” Amy replied, and the storytelling began.
With a faraway look in his eyes, Brad began speaking. “When I was a kid—I think I was like twelve and just entering puberty—I came home from school to find only my sixteen year old sister at home. She and a friend were out on our back deck tanning in bikinis. Evidently they hadn’t heard me come home, since when I looked out there my sister had her hand inside her friend’s top. Of course I had to keep looking. Pretty soon they were kissing and the hands were in lower places, if you know what I mean. The suits came off and the lick fest began. I didn’t know what to make of the oral sex, I mean I didn’t know jack shit about sex. You know how it is, Elliot? At that age, never mind tits, a girl’s pussy was like the holy grail, and there I was watching my sister slide her tongue into another girl’s snatch! And all the noises they made! I mean, my sister wasn’t much to look at but her friend was a babe! The big shock wasn’t the watching, though. The shock was when I creamed my shorts without ever touching my dick. From that moment on the best masturbation was always while looking at girl-on-girl porn.”
Jen giggled. “And look. It might be happening again just thinking about it.” Her hand was in the water, and the others knew what she was checking out.
Elliot spoke up before Brad did. “So that fantasy is a
ll about jerking-off?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he faced his wife and asked, “What about you, dear? Will you tell them yours?”
“Well, you know what it is, dear,” and she told the same story she’d told Jen earlier. “It’s not so much the gym or his muscles, or even his cock, although that’s part of it. It’s the boldness, the take-charge attitude, like my fantasy man will take me no matter what I say.”
Brad said, “You mean it would be rape?” His incredulity was clear.
“Yes… no… maybe… oh hell I don’t know. To me the word rape always had physical violence divorced from the sex act. Being forceful to me, I guess, isn’t rape. Does that make sense?”
Brad and Jen said, “Yes.” Elliot said nothing, knowing all too well his wife’s penchant for passivity in bed.
Jen picked up the vibe and asked Elliot for his fantasy.
“I’m not sure I can tell you all because you’ll get the wrong idea.” When the others assured him they wouldn’t be judgmental, he continued. “Before I met Amy I lived for a short while with an older woman. You could say she was my girlfriend but basically it was about sex and a place to sleep at night.”
Amy cut in, saying, “You never told me about this woman. Interesting!”
Elliot ignored his wife and with eyes averted he continued his tale. “She had a daughter who was eleven at the time. One night when her mom was out the girl tried to seduce me. I doubted she’d reached puberty but what did I know. She sure sounded like she knew the score and that floored me. I’ll always remember how she got naked and before I knew what was happening she was in my lap. And my lap responded.”
“You didn’t!” Amy said, aghast.
“That’s right. I didn’t. She felt my bulge against her little ass but that was it. When she threatened to tell her mom I brazenly, maybe foolishly told her to go ahead, and that her mother would believe me before her. I was scared shitless but I don’t believe she ever told her mother anything. About six months later I moved out.”
“That’s it?” Jen said, “Sounds like a close call, but where is the fantasy part?”
“You know what I’m about to say,” Elliot said with a sigh. “Ever since then all I have to do is imagine a young girl with her skinny ass and legs, undeveloped breasts and a bare pussy and my dick takes off.”
“Wow. I’ve seen you hide the fact at the beach a few times but never knew you were looking at the young ones,” Amy said.
Even though nothing more was said, Elliot knew a rebuttal was needed. “Whatever you’re thinking, I’m not a pedophile. I’ll never act on the fantasy. It’s just there, and I deal with it.”
“We’re okay, Elliot,” Jen said. “We said we were sharing as friends, and we’re all still friends, right?”
Amy answered first. “Yeah, it’s okay. I mean, I know you wouldn’t do anything wrong, honey. I just don’t understand why you married someone like me who’s far from your fantasy, or is that the reason?”
Elliot shook his head. “Please don’t try to psychoanalyze our marriage in light of what I just told you. Love and marriage isn’t about body type.”
“I know that, hon. I was only kidding.”
Jen piped in, “And I know why she was kidding. She was probably thinking of my body type fitting your fantasy more than hers.”
Brad added with a chuckle, “With her waxed cooch she looks like a ten year old down there too.”
“I know we’re talking secrets here, but don’t give away all mine,” Jen replied with her own laugh.
“Enough of this,” Brad said, “Why don’t we get dressed and hit that nightclub we passed on the way in?”
“But Jen hasn’t told us her fantasy,” Amy intoned.
“And I have my business meeting tomorrow,” Elliot lamented.
Brad said, “First, your business meeting is on the golf course, for God’s sake. It’s not like you’re running a marathon. Secondly, we don’t want to hear Jen’s fantasy because it might involve circus acts and horses for all I know.”
Jen laughed. “Horses would be close,” she said as she placed her palms about fifteen or so inches apart, indicating size.
“No one’s gonna live up to that, so let’s go.”
Chapter 3
The girls were attired to impress as they entered the dance club, each dressing to highlight their best assets. Amy wore a knit navy tube that accentuated all her curves, being especially tight around her ass and breasts; the latter being unencumbered by a bra. As a true blond the navy color was a perfect choice. Jen wore a clingy, white silky-smooth cocktail dress, the hem high on her thighs showing much of her long coltish legs in the process. She too wore no bra, and her taut nipples were readily apparent to anyone who looked, and men were indeed looking. Brad and Elliot were in casual jackets and slacks that to their dismay appeared quite staid for the upscale Florida nightlife.
They grabbed a table at the edge of the dance floor and ordered drinks. Jen ordered a Cosmo, which prompted Amy to tease her for ordering a ‘girly’ drink. She had a dirty martini.
When the DJ toned it down to a slower number, Brad glanced at his wife as she winked to him and cocked her head toward Amy. He took the hint and asked her if she wanted to dance. While Brad and Amy danced Jen quizzed Elliot on the golfing bet secret.
“C’mon, you can tell me now. Brad and I don’t keep secrets from each other,” she said.
“It was only talk anyway. Brad made a comment about how hot my wife is after I told him… er… we weren’t doing it much… because of my work stresses. After he sliced his tee shot I jokingly bet that if he birdied I’d let him sleep with Amy. Of course he ended up making a tremendous second shot and birdied the hole, and didn’t hesitate to rub it in afterward. It was all in jest, Jen. I wasn’t trying to instigate anything between you two.”
“No wonder he’s been as horny as ever. You may not be aware, but he wasn’t kidding about his attraction to Amy. He’ll be a good boy because he knows what’ll happen to him if he isn’t.”
They watched Amy and Brad dance. Their body language didn’t assure Elliot that Brad would remain a ‘good boy’ if Amy put out the wrong signals. He’d just have to trust her.
Jen wasn’t as worried about their closeness on the dance floor as Elliot was, although she quickly said, “Let’s dance and show them something” before taking Elliot’s hand and leading him out onto the floor. Mischievous Jen didn’t simply dance a slow song with Elliot, she did some groin grinding too. She felt Elliot respond, so THAT wasn’t his problem. Ever the tease, when she felt Elliot trying to ease away from her, probably embarrassed by his growing erection, she whispered just loud enough for him to hear above the music, “It’s okay, big guy. A woman likes to know she has that effect on a man. I won’t tell if you don’t.” They kept dancing and Elliot kept stiffening. Jen was a hardbody, and dancing with her instead of Amy gave Elliot a whole new sensation. Then he thought of what Brad said about her shaven pubic mound and stiffened to full rigidity. Jen snuggled, felt it all, and enjoyed the feeling.
Meanwhile, as Jen had with Elliot, Amy quizzed Brad on the golf bet. Like Elliot, Brad tried to dance the slow number with as little body contact as possible. And like Jen, Amy wouldn’t let him, at one point subtly moving his hand from the small of her back down to her ass. “So, you won’t tell us, but it’s clear the bet was about me,” she spoke to him close to his ear.
Brad was too aware of her ample breasts now pressed against him so he had difficulty in coming up with the right words to tactfully get himself out of trouble. After a few moments and a sly look from Amy he said, “You know how men talk, right? I just told your husband that I found you to be… hot… that’s all.”
Amy laughed, “But you won the bet. Does that mean more than this dance?”
Brad swallowed hard, and that wasn’t the only thing that was hard at the moment. “It was all in jest, Amy.”
“Does that mean you were kidding and you really don’t think I’m hot?”
/> “Jesus, Amy, you’re one of the hottest women I know. Look what you’re doing to me now.”
She didn’t need to look. Like Jen, now at the other side of the dancefloor and gazing their way, she too felt her effect on the man she danced with. The spot on her ass cheek where his hand rested grew warm and tingly as she pondered his fantasy and the plan that Jen had concocted to fulfill it. This close to him she once more realized how good looking he was, with his little-boy unruly blond hair and his cute dimples. She was extremely horny and she knew already that Elliot would avoid sex tonight to be ‘ready’ for his big golf game meeting with the prospective client. Yes, she realized, the meeting was crucial to her husband’s job but that didn’t ease her horniness one iota. She pressed further into Brad and did some fantasizing of her own.
As one slow song morphed into another, Amy’s reverie was broken by the sight of a black couple dancing nearby. The man looked to be the epitome of the guy she fantasized over. At least six foot three or four, he had broad shoulders and bulging biceps that were purposely on display by the very tight short-sleeved white shirt he wore. As he and his dance partner turned, Amy sized up his waist and ass and liked what she saw. She felt her pussy moisten up at the sight.
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