His Wife

by Bree Branigan

  Brenton must know that he has had thoughts about Rachel. Any man with eyes has had thoughts about Rachel. But he would never act on them. There is the bro code for one, and the fact that Brenton really is his best friend, has been since they were nine. So he really has nothing to worry about, not from Jeff.

  Suddenly Brenton’s hand is on his cock and Jeff chokes. It is too late for him to move out of the way. His best friend’s hand on his cock isn’t the problem. The problem is that both of them are looking at his best friend’s wife, and his cock is rock hard. There is no way to explain this away.

  “No buddy, I think you know she is…” Brenton says, and he lets go of Jeff and dives under the water.

  Jeff swims to the far end of the pool. He needs to create distance between himself and his tormentors. He gets to a group of singles, and joins them, starting a conversation about nothing in particular. He really hopes that he can find someone to distract him from the perfect couple who are his hosts but who are starting to feel like his captors. Jeff cannot even explain to himself why he feels so insecure around Brenton, or why he always has a hard-on for Rachel. Fuck it, he thinks. He will find somebody to keep him company for the rest of the week and see Brenton and Rachel on the flight back to New York.

  He throws his eyes across the pool and sees Rachel slip into the water, into Brenton’s arms. He watches them play for a little while, before returning his focus to the group that he has joined. A redhead named Alicia has caught his eye, and he doesn’t think she’s got a boyfriend if the conversation is anything to go by. But Alicia doesn’t seem too interested in him. She doesn’t seem interested in anything but the cocktail in her hand and the beautiful sunset over the horizon.

  “You want to hang out later?” Jeff asks her eventually.

  “Who, me?” Alicia says, although they are the only two from the group left in the pool and he can be speaking to nobody else. Jeff squints, and smiles. He throws her a ‘yeah you’ look.

  She comes up to him, sipping her drink slowly, and when she gets up to him she holds her empty glass up to him. He looks from her to the empty glass. He really has no idea what this means. What is she saying? He starts to look around for a waiter, somebody who can bring her another drink. She is waving the glass in front of him still.

  “I don’t understand…” he says at last. He really has no idea what is going on.

  “Define ‘hang out’,” she says. Then she waves the empty glass in front of him and takes his dick in her hand. It goes semi-hard at the touch. Aah, she wants clarity on what he intends to do with her. Jeff forgets that in the Bahamas there really are no real world rules. You’ve just got to be as specific as you can be about what you want, and you might just get it.

  “Hang out…” he says, thrusting his now-solid cock in her hand. She drops the glass in the water and watches it drop to the bottom of the pool. Then she wraps her legs around his waist and comes up to his ear with her mouth.

  “Well, why wait until later?” she says, and then swims away from him. He watches as she gets out of the pool, and he knows that she is just the type of woman to get his mind off Rachel. Rachel is a married woman, he tells himself. An unavailable, happily married woman. He swims after Alicia, and as he pulls himself out of the water, he remembers his erection.

  “Hey, wait up…” he shouts, and then drops back into the water. She laughs, realizing what the problem is. Alicia comes back to the edge of the pool and dives in silently. She gets to the other end before surfacing. Jeff does the same, and by the time he gets to the other side of the pool his cock has behaved itself. He jumps out of the water and takes his t-shirt, sandals and towel from the chaise. He says goodbye to Rachel and Brenton, and then turns his attention to Alicia…

  Chapter 3

  Alicia is very interesting. She is incredibly intelligent, with a strange wit that Jeff finds attractive. If only he had asked her out on a date, and not insisted on just fucking her, then he might have opened himself up to a half decent relationship. But the game is already in play, and as they walk into her room, he makes immediate peace with his loss. He has learned in the past that you cannot build a solid relationship on the foundations of a one-night stand.

  Maybe it is because he hasn’t evolved yet. Maybe Jeff has old ideals that he refuses to shake himself free from, and as a result he bases all his interactions on these principles. And it is these principles that see him dismiss Alicia as a possible girlfriend. It’s not even that he lives in New York and she in LA. This is easily remedied by a quick flight. It is the simple fact that she gave in so easily to him. He likes the idea of the chase, and as a result, while he has a fair amount of sex, he hasn’t been in a relationship for a while now.

  “A drink?” she asks him while pouring it.

  “Yeah, sure…” he says, looking at her still in her bikini. She is going to taste very good he imagines.

  Alicia gives him the drink and then takes hers to the bathroom. She turns on the shower, and gets under it. Jeff thinks that he should probably also get under the shower, just to wash the chlorine off himself, but there is no time for this. He is definitely not going back to his room now, and he is not going to use Alicia’s shower pre-sex. He looks down at his crotch, and likes the fact that he is hard already.

  Before she comes out of the shower, he takes off his shorts. He stands naked in the room, drinking his double whisky, and he starts to pull on his balls. He hopes that she isn’t going to come out of the bathroom with her clothes on, or with her towel wrapped around her. There is no time to waste now, and I really want to be inside her. I hope she wants the same thing, so that we can get to the point where the possibility of a relationship is really destroyed.

  Jeff does think, though, that he deliberately sabotages himself. And when Alicia comes out of the bathroom naked, still dripping with water, he quickly forgets all the questions that he has just been asking himself. He finishes his drink and walks towards her, and she walks towards him. There is a moment, a brief moment, where Jeff isn’t sure what to do. Alicia sees this, and grabs his face, putting her lips on his. Jeff sends his tongue into her mouth, and Alicia quickly lifts herself off the floor and wraps her legs around Jeff’s waist.

  There is no need for them to speak now. They have decided that they are going to fuck and so that is exactly what they are going to do. Jeff carries Alicia to the bed, and still kissing her, he starts to move into her as he lays them both down. Then he starts thrusting, before thinking that he doesn’t have a condom on. He is sure that Alicia is clever enough to go to the pharmacy tomorrow, if he does cum inside her, and take care of the possibility that he will have implanted in her. He doesn’t have condoms here anyway, and since she says nothing about it, he assumes she must be on birth control or something.

  He fucks her hard, and she seems to love it. She really seems to take every part of him into her, and he doesn’t think of Rachel, not once. He assumes, reasonably, that the only reason he thinks of her, and the only time he thinks of her, is when she is standing right in front of him. He knows this isn’t true, though, not really, but he doesn’t need to worry about that right now.

  Jeff pulls out of Alicia and turns her over. He pulls her to the side of the bed, and as she hangs over the side of it, he parts her legs and goes into her pussy again. He thrusts hard into her, determined to have an orgasm, and to bring her to at least one. She has had two already, but they have been very silent, so he isn’t sure. All he knows is that her punani is getting more and more wet, allowing him to go deeper and deeper into it. He pulls her further off the bed and sends himself deeper into her.

  As he starts to approach his own orgasm, he is aware that she is having one now. This one is very audible, so much so that Jeff isn’t sure if she is faking it or having a genuine climax. Shit, maybe he hasn’t satisfied her at all. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thinks. Why am I feeling so inadequate all of a sudden?

  He hates that he is so insecure, and when he finally blows, he sprays the contents of
his cock into her and pulls out rather quickly. Then he pulls on his shorts, and after pouring himself another drink and downing it, he says goodbye to Alicia. She just lies on the bed, looking satisfied, but he can’t be sure. He leaves her alone and takes his softening cock and his insecurities to his own room. By the time he gets to his room he is hard again, and it doesn’t help that the door adjoining his suite to Brenton and Rachel’s is open, and they are fucking…

  Chapter 4

  Jeff goes for the door, and he wants to close it. He wishes that he had chosen to have another, separate room, but he assumes that these adjoining suites were a part of the deal. He gets to the door, and puts his hand on the handle. He really wants to shut it, but then he sees them on the couch, and he cannot close the door, opening it a little more instead. He stands just out of view, and watches Brenton on his wife.

  It is quite a thing to behold. He wonders why the door was open, wonders if they knew that he would come back. Probably not, he thinks. They probably thought that he was going to spend the night with Alicia. Why didn’t he spend the night with Alicia? Jeff has deep seated commitment issues, but he really is in denial. He rubs his dick through his shorts as he watches Brenton’s ass moving in wide circles as he drives his cock repeatedly into Rachel.

  He pulls the door shut a little, just a little, and then takes his cock out of his shorts. He cannot resist this, and he is sure that he will have an orgasm before the couple on the other side of the door. After they are done too, they will probably lie on the couch, or go to the shower, and this will give him the opportunity to clean himself up before they have any idea of what happened. He starts to pull on his meat. Jeff keeps his eyes on Brenton, but he listens to Rachel’s moaning. This fuels his erection, and he pulls on it a little harder.

  Jeff wishes that he had lubrication on his cock, because his hand is really not doing a good job. He puts spit on his hand and this helps a little. He puts a little more spit on his palm and takes this wet palm to his shaft. He moves this wetter hand up and down on his tool and breathes through his mouth. He keeps breathing out through his mouth so that he doesn’t make a sound, and even when he does, he is comfortable, because Rachel is really getting very vocal. She is spewing every profanity at her husband, and Jeff is surprised by this. He never thought that she was this wild in bed.

  “Fuck me, fuck me motherfucker…” she shrieks. Jeff stops pulling on his cock for a moment, and tries to see her face. He can’t, because Brenton is on her and inside her at such an angle that his back is all you can see. It is probably because he is aware of the risk that Jeff could walk in on them at any time now. If so, why did he not just fuck his wife in the bedroom? This situation really is making less and less sense to him, but again he doesn’t think too much on it at the moment. He is close to spewing his seed on the door, and the wall, and the floor.

  Jeff tries to hold his hand over his head, to catch some of the semen that is spewing from him. But it is too late, and he just lets it shoot out in every direction. Then he pulls the door closed slowly, and leaves it just a little bit ajar. He goes to the bathroom and gets a few towels, and cleans up the mess that he has just made. Then he goes to the shower, and he gets underneath it, turning the cold, and then the hot water on, getting the temperature perfect.

  When he is done he goes into his room, and is surprised to find Brenton lying on his bed, naked. He wonders what is going on, and he just keeps the towel around himself as he pours both of them a drink. He hands a glass to Brenton, and asks him, “So what’s up?”

  “Rachel has me on double duty, that’s all. She is in the shower now. I had to get out of there just to avoid fucking her in the shower again…” he sips on his glass and looks at Jeff directly.

  “You just fucked?” Jeff squeaks, finding it strange, because Brenton has never discussed his sex life before, not his sex life with Rachel, at least. This has always been the Holy Grail. It has always appeared to be sacred, and so Jeff is really surprised that Brenton so nonchalantly mentions the fact that his wife is a bit of a nymph. Jeff had never thought of Rachel this way before, but now that the seed is planted, he can think of nothing else. The frustration sees him pour himself another drink before he realizes that he hasn’t offered Brenton a refill.

  “Boy did we fuck…” Brenton says. “At this rate, I’m gonna need a little help to keep my wife satisfied…” he continues, and then downs the contents of his glass. He pulls on his cock, and then looks at Jeff. He looks like he wants to ask him something, but he changes his mind. Then, after one more drink, he gets up and leaves. Jeff is left thinking about what just happened, trying in vain to make sense of the situation. There is no sense to be made though, because Brenton is really behaving out of character…

  Chapter 5

  Jeff spends the next day alone. He feels the need to get as far from the hotel as possible. Using his own credit card, he charters a boat for the day. He decides that he is going to do a spot of diving, just to get rid of some of the anxiety he is feeling. He is anxious about his life, and this trip has certainly highlighted a few things about his own life that he has, for the most part, been trying to suppress for a long while.

  Now, on the island, there is no space for him to hide from himself. He hates it.

  He sits on the deck as the boat makes for the open ocean, and he looks at the water, letting his mind wander. He thinks of all of the times in his life that he has avoided relationships, and of the reasons that he did so. Suddenly the reasons don’t make any sense to him, and he makes up his mind to be more open in the future. This will be easier said than done, but he knows that he has to do it if he is going to free himself from lusting after Rachel.

  And Rachel seems to know that he wants her. He senses this in the way she behaves around him. Everything she does is an exaggerated flirtation, and he sees that it is this way with him, especially. There is an element of paranoia, but he knows that this paranoia isn’t misplaced. There must be fire, there just mustn’t be fire with so much smoke. He knows that she knows, and this bothers him somewhat. It actually bothers him a lot, almost as much as the fact that Brenton seems to be in on this suddenly. Jeff knows that Brenton, too, is toying with him.

  Brenton isn’t even being secretive or sly about this situation. Not anymore. He seems to be determined to have Jeff notice his wife. Brenton seems to want to flaunt her in front of him, and not in the way that you would expect somebody who knows that he has a hot wife to do. It’s as if he does so to taunt and tantalize him, almost as though he were actually trying to tempt him. Jeff wonders what Brenton would do if he did successfully make a move on his wife. Wouldn’t that end their friendship?

  There is a lot happening under the surface, it seems, but Jeff tries to forget about it. His feeling, his instinct has never been very good, so he isn’t sure if he is even correct in his assumption. But now, surrounded by the open ocean, he manages to forget all of this for a while. He dives into the water, relishing the stimulating rush it gives him, and disappears for the longest time underneath it. Then he surfaces, and swims around in the cool water, forgetting more and more the frustration of his life at the moment.

  As the sun sets, Jeff gets back on the boat, and goes below the deck to jump under the shower. He stays under it for the longest of times, as the boat makes its way back to the mainland. He feels a little bit tense the closer he gets to the main land, but he has a few drinks in his cabin, and then a few more on deck. When he gets to the harbor, he is quite drunk. He doesn’t even care anymore if he bumps into Rachel or Brenton in the lobby, or if Brenton is waiting for him again in his suite. He really doesn’t care anymore.

  In his hotel suite, no one is around. The door that adjoins his suite to the next one is closed, and Jeff isn’t sure if he is relieved or not. He wants to check the door, but he thinks better of it. He locks the door, instead, from his side, knowing that this means that they will not be able to come through now, not unless he unlocks it. He takes his shirt and shorts off and g
ets onto the bed. He turns on the TV, and watches the news for a moment, before flipping the channels, searching for a movie.

  He gets up and gets himself a drink, and then thinks of ordering room service. He sips from his glass, and looks at the menu. Jeff really has no idea what he wants to eat, but he thinks that he needs to eat, and so he just settles on a cheese burger and fries. Then he waits for this food to arrive as he pours himself another drink. He chooses a western, not because he likes westerns, but because he needs to choose something to pass the time.

  The door is suddenly moving; the handle is being turned. Jeff thinks it’s strange that the room service waiter would just open his door, so he grabs his wallet and goes to the door. When he gets there Rachel brushes softly by him, and steps into his room. Brenton comes in behind her, and then watches Jeff watching Rachel move towards the adjoining doors, unlocking them. Jeff smiles, and just as he is about to ask what is going on, the room service arrives. After he pays for the service, he closes the door and turns toward the room, to pay attention to his uninvited guests.

  “What can I do for you?” he asks Brenton, and shifts his eyes to the double doors, watching Rachel undress. He isn’t sure if he is seeing correctly, but her dress comes off, and then her bra, and she makes no attempt to hide behind the doors, putting her tits on parade, apparently for Jeff’s benefit. Jeff really is tired of this game now, and so he just asks Brenton outright. “What is going on here? What do you want from me?” he asks, looking again at the double doors.

  “Wanna get laid?” Brenton asks, looking at his wife too now…

  Chapter 6

  “What?” Jeff asks, looking from Brenton to Rachel. Rachel sits on the couch, and slides her red thong, seductively ,down her long, tanned legs., and parts her legs.