Cocktail Cove: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  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 as 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 runn
ing 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.

  "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 realized 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.