by Bart Tracer
God, it was amazing. Jenny loved to give head. Always had. And she was as much an artist with a cock as with a paintbrush. This time was by no means an exception!
Her skill at fellatio had always been a source of excitement for me, from the very first time she had gone down on me in my dorm room, about two months after we had met, but not for the reason you might think. Sure, it felt good! Hell, it felt amazing! But, to tell the truth, the thing that really turned me on about it, both that night and now, was thinking about just how she had acquired those skills.
I’d known she wasn’t a virgin when we met. We’d talked about it. I, on the other hand, had been a virgin until that night. And for some reason that I still did not understand to this day, my mind had immediately gone there the moment my future wife took my cock into her mouth: this was something she had done for other guys! Instead of being upset, revolted, outraged, the idea of her on her knees in front of a faceless stranger had burned bright like a torch inside my mind that first time as I filled her sucking mouth with my seed.
That had hardly been the end of it. In fact, as we got closer and eventually married, I fantasized about her and other men a lot. Something about it struck a chord with me, and the idea seldom left my mind. It was like a delicious, secret addiction, this idea of my wife being unfaithful.
At office parties or gallery openings, anytime we were out on the town, I would find myself trying to conceal a boner whenever I caught a glance of her talking to some other man across a crowded room. Even though I had no idea of knowing just what it was they were talking about, I got a secret thrill from imagining that the man was hitting on her.
Not that Jen didn’t get hit on. Oh, she got plenty of offers! Hell, she was gorgeous. The glow of her beautiful smile could light up a room like a torch, and men noticed her everywhere we went. They flocked to her like moths to a flame. They wanted her. I had seen it in the eyes of a hundred different guys over the years. God, how they wanted her!
For her part, Jen never gave me any reason to doubt her fidelity. My wife was totally open about the men that flirted with her or made passes, telling me about it as soon as we got home. She’d shake her head, amused at their audacity, and tell me about this man or that, who had tried to pick her up.
Sometimes, she’d admit that if things were different, she might actually have taken the guy up on his offer. And that never failed to send a shiver of excitement racing down my spine. Sometimes, although I had always felt guilty about it afterwards, I would get up in the middle of the night once she was sound asleep, and quietly lock myself in the bathroom, where I would masturbate to the thought of her spreading her legs for another man.
I’d never mentioned it to her, this weird, unholy obsession of mine. Never told her that it excited me, thinking about her previous lovers, or that I sometimes got a secret thrill from imagining her taking a new lover, going home with one of the guys who tried to pick her up. Or even of watching her with him. How could I? It was crazy! Not at all the sort of thing a man tells his wife. God only knows what she would have thought of me!
So, I did my best to keep that part of myself hidden, tamped down out of sight and pretended, even to myself at times, that it did not exist. But sometimes, like tonight, it rose up in me, clawing its way violently to the surface of my consciousness, threatening to burst out into the light, and I found my thoughts straying unbidden to the breathtakingly erotic image of my wife servicing another man.
A pang of guilt stabbed at my heart as I thought back on the first night with Jen, so many years ago, and I wondered for the millionth time just what the fuck was wrong with me? What kind of guy thinks it’s hot that his new girlfriend is an experienced cocksucker? For that matter, what kind of man pops a boner when he catches the bellhop ogling his wife?!
The searing intensity of Jennifer’s blowjob ripped me from my musings, bringing me back to the present. I gasped when I felt her lips slide slowly down my shaft, my hands coming up to hold the back of her head. She took this as encouragement and picked up the pace. Her left hand strayed up my legs to cup my balls, kneading and stroking them in time with the movement of her mouth.
As she bobbed on me, engulfing my cock time and again in her sucking mouth, I felt my knees begin to shake. When she opened her throat and took me to the root, they buckled outright, and I found myself reaching for the edge of the bed to keep myself from tripping over my own pants, which were now tangled around my ankles.
Jenny let me slip from her mouth and giggled. “What’s the matter?” she teased. “Having trouble with your balance?”
“Mm hmm,” I smiled. “A little!”
“Well, in that case, maybe you should lie down!”
Hopping to her feet with the agility of a cat, Jenny pushed me back onto the bed and stripped my pants from my legs. Then, she pounced on my cock once more.
“Fuuuck!” I hissed as her hungry mouth found my hardness again. “Slow down, baby! You’re gonna make me cum before I even get inside you!”
“I don’t mind,” she stopped long enough to say. “I’ve got you to myself for the next three weeks. I’m pretty sure I can find a way for you to make it up to me!”
Then, she inhaled my steel-hard cock again. It was obvious from her enthusiasm that she planned to make good on her words and get me off as quickly as possible. But I was having none of it. It had been too damned long since I had fucked my wife and, good as it felt, I would be damned if I was going to settle for a blowjob!
In a show of will-power that would have put many a Greek hero to shame, I pulled her from my twitching cock, laying her next to me on the bedspread. She struggled against me at first, intent on swallowing my load, but sensing the futility of her resistance, she relented and began to kiss me passionately as my hands roamed her body. My fingers found her shorts, and I tugged them down her long, slender legs.
I broke our kiss, my eyes drawn like a magnet to the sight of her downy pubic hair emerging as the elastic band of panties slipped below her hips. She looked down, watching with me, then glanced back up at me.
“See anything you like?” she taunted, her eyes dancing.
“Oh yeah!”
With a grin, I dove between her legs, kissing and licking her damp little slit while her fingers played in my hair. I reveled in the familiar tanginess of her feminine nectar as my tongue sliced between her swollen lips.
“Oooh! Oh, God!” she squealed when I found her clit and lashed back and forth across it with my tongue. She pulled the back of my head, forcing my face into her mound.
Now it was my turn. And I was just as relentless as she had been earlier. Licking and sucking at her tender flesh, following her when she tried to break contact, I drove her higher and higher, until she came, shrieking, on my tongue and then begged for mercy.
Smiling to myself, I kissed my way back up her body, through the sparse little patch of hair above her clit, along her trembling belly. I paused to flick my tongue across first one pink nipple, then the other. Up her long, slender neck I nibbled, covering her soft skin with tiny, butterfly kisses until, at last, I reached her lips once more.
Jenny grabbed my neck and pulled me into her mouth, her tongue gliding along my teeth, fluttering against my own tongue. She tasted herself on my lips, I knew. There was no way she could not. And yet, she never hesitated, kissing me with a fervor that made my heart race even faster.
I rolled onto her, feeling her long legs spread wide for me, her hips thrusting up to greet me. When the head of my cock bumped her mound, I felt the hot slickness of her and pressed. The lips of her pussy blossomed around my turgid shaft and I sank easily into her. We both groaned.
She was as hot as a baker’s chimney inside and so wet that I felt the sweet slickness of her juices wet my ball sack when it slapped against her swollen labia. I locked lips with her once more and began to move in and out of her.
Jennifer kissed me back. Her strong hands found my ass, and she sank her claws deep into the meat of my cheeks,
pulling me into her with each thrust, forcing my cock deeper into her smoldering slit.
“Oh God, yes!” she murmured. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard!”
I picked up the pace, slamming my cock into her with gusto. Jenny shuddered in response, purring happily in my ear. Her hands slid up my back to clutch the tops of my shoulders, while her legs lifted alongside me, her knees caressing my hips, her heels drumming against my pumping ass.
I lowered my chest to hers and felt the twin points of her hard nipples poke insistently against my pecs. I kissed her soft lips, only briefly, breathing too hard now to do more.
“Don’t… um… don’t hold back,” she whispered in my ear. “Just do it hard… and fast this time!” Her words fairly crackled with urgency.
As I plunged my cock into her time and again, her comment about having Jimmy come back and take care of her needs echoed in my brain. Fuck! Something about that idea drove me crazy!
Jenny was fucking me back like a woman possessed, her hips slamming into mine. Gasping and grunting, she had me on the jagged edge of an orgasm. And then, she gave me the coup de grace with a few whispered words.
“Go on, Jimmy! Cum inside me!”
It felt like my whole body exploded. I stiffened, forcing my cock as far into her as physically possible, and began to cum.
“Aaah! Fuck!”
I jerked and squirted inside her, filling her with my seed while images of the freckle-faced bellhop rutting between my wife’s splayed legs flashed through my brain. It was so dirty, so nasty, so wrong… and it was so fucking perfect! It felt like I would never stop cumming.
Through the fog of my orgasm-induced delirium, I was aware of my wife clawing my back and writhing beneath me, orgasming hard on my spurting cock. Normally quiet during sex, she wailed now, keening in pleasure as she spasmed around me.
On and on, we moved against each other, panting and shuddering, until we were both completely spent. I lay on top of her like a limp rag, gasping for air, finally mustering enough strength to roll off her.
“Whew!” I gasped. “I needed that!”
“Mm hmm! Me too!” Jen breathed, letting the tips of her fingers play along my sweaty side as she gazed into my eyes. “I think we have a little catching up to do in the bedroom department!”
It was a pleasant thought. Catching up, reconnecting with my wife. This vacation was just what we both needed. I closed my eyes, letting the delicious warmth of postcoital bliss wash over me.
Chapter 3
The room around me was dark when I opened my eyes again. Blinking as I sat up, it took me a second to orient myself in the unfamiliar surroundings and remember where I was. The Hotel Sandpiper. The glowing red numbers on the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed showed 7:44 pm. Damn! I had been asleep for almost 3 hours! I patted the bed next to me, but there was no one there. Where was Jennifer?
As if in answer to my question, the door to the bathroom opened, flooding the bedroom with a harsh white light. My wife stepped through the doorway with a towel fastened around her and flicked the overhead light on.
“Ugh!” I groaned, bringing my hand up to shield my eyes from the penetrating glare.
“Wakey wakey!” Jen sang merrily, stooping to plant a wet kiss on my cheek. “C’mon sleepyhead! You’d better hurry up and grab a shower. I thought we’d hit the restaurant downstairs and then go check out some of the clubs Jimmy told us about. And afterwards, I don’t know… maybe take a moonlight stroll along the beach.”
“Beach?” I still wasn’t fully awake.
“Yes, honey. They have those in Florida, you know!”
I swung my legs to the floor and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Right. Sorry. Give me just a second!”
My wife snickered when I stood up.
“What?”
“That’s a good look for you!”
Looking down, I saw what she meant. I was still naked from our earlier activities. To be more precise, I was wearing nothing but a pair of long white socks, which made me look a good deal more ridiculous than I would have had I been totally nude.
“Right,” I grinned. “I should probably wear something else, if we’re going out!”
“Probably, yeah!”
15 minutes later, I was standing in front of a steamy mirror, freshly shaved, and buttoning my shirt. I hadn’t realized it until she said the word restaurant, but I was famished. I felt my belly growl in protest at the delay. I quickly ran a comb through my dark hair and then switched off the light as I stepped back into the bedroom.
“Ready?” I asked. “We should probably…”
The words died in my throat when I raised my head and got a look at Jenny. The towel she had worn earlier had been replaced by a little black dress with a sinfully plunging neckline and a hem that stopped midthigh. Tying behind her neck, it was backless, making it instantly obvious that her cute little titties were unrestrained beneath its soft fabric. It was sleek and tight and showed off her sweet curves like it was a second skin.
Her long legs were encased in a pair of thigh-high stockings with lace tops that were just visible when she moved. They drew your eye like magnets.
The tennis shoes she had been wearing when we arrived had given way to a pair of high-heeled shoes. I recognized them immediately, the Louboutins I bought her for Christmas. They were black, to match the dress she wore, with thin little straps that crisscrossed the bridge of her foot before encircling her slender ankles. With 4-inch heels, they sculpted her calves into works of female art, and I found myself forgetting my hunger. Maybe I could talk her into just staying in…
She glanced up at me as she fiddled with one of her earrings, no doubt wondering why I hadn’t finished my sentence. One look at my wide eyes and gaping mouth told her everything she needed to know. “You like?” she asked, doing a quick little pirouette for me.
“Very nice! You’ll have to fight them off if we go clubbing!”
“That’s the idea! Are you ready?” She bent over and picked up her purse, a tiny thing that looked like it would just barely hold a beer can. I got a delightful look at the pale skin above the tops of her stockings from behind.
“Lead the way!” I gestured toward the door.
Following her down the hallway to the elevator, I found it impossible not to stare at her hard little ass, swaying seductively atop her outrageously high heels. Damn, she looked delicious! I’d only been half teasing when I made that crack about having to fight off the other guys tonight, and as my eyes swept down her long legs, I began to realize that it was a very real possibility.
The food in the Conch Room fully lived up to Carlos’s assurances. I couldn’t remember ever having eaten a better plate of blackened swordfish, and I had devoured it with gusto. Then again, I had been starving! I forked the last exquisite morsel into my mouth and arranged my silverware on my plate, leaning back in my chair.
As usual, Jennifer had ordered something light, steamed amberjack with a side of asparagus. Instead of wolfing down her food as I had done, she was still daintily savoring each mouthful.
“So, clubbing?” I asked, reaching for the pale ale that the waiter had assured me was the perfect pairing for my swordfish. Jen and I hadn’t been to a nightclub in a couple of years.
“Mm hmm,” she hummed, nodding her head. She finished chewing before answering more completely. “I know it’s silly, but I guess sometimes I kinda miss it. You know, music, dancing, all that.” She shrugged and took a sip of her drink.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
Just then, one of the other hotel guests walked past our table, an older gentleman, maybe 10 or 15 years older than us. He was a handsome man with dark, intense eyes, his black-brown hair just peppered with a tinge of gray.
I nodded at him in greeting. He returned my nod and turned to Jennifer. But, instead of giving her the cursory nod he had given me, he allowed his eyes to linger on my wife, roaming her petite body from head to foot and then back up again. He gave her a wide smile and s
aid, “Hello!” before moving on.
When he was gone, I met her eyes and she blushed, looking quickly away. Unconsciously, her hand came up to play with her earring. This wasn’t like what had happened with Jimmy earlier. This time, she had noticed his attention, and the little grin she was trying to hide from me told me that she had enjoyed it.
Again, I felt that strange little tickle of excitement. Yet another man had checked out my wife, and something about it made my heart beat faster. I took another sip of my beer and tried to discreetly shift the budding erection that had made my pants suddenly too tight. What the hell was wrong with me?
“I was thinking we might try that place Jimmy told us about,” said Jen. “What did he say it was called? Vinnie’s… Vickie’s…Voucher? Something like that.”
It took me a second to realize what she was talking about. My mind still lingered on my wife’s most recent admirer and my odd reaction to it. “What’s that? Oh! You mean ‘Vesper’,” I furnished. “The Club Vesper.”
“Vesper! That’s it!” she smiled and put the last bite of asparagus into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “That sounds like a fun place! I think we should go.” She placed her silverware neatly on her plate, dabbed at the corners her mouth with her napkin, and then looked at me expectantly. “What do you think?”
“Sure. Sounds fun! Are you ready?”
“Mm hmm!”
I motioned to the waiter and signed our receipt to bill the meal to our room number.
“Should I call for the car?” I asked Jennifer.
“Nah. It’s nice outside, and I’ve spent enough time in the car today. Besides, Jimmy said it’s only two blocks away. Let’s just walk!”
When we stepped out into the night, we were greeted by the unmistakable smell of the ocean, mixed with the faint, pleasant odor of a dozen seaside restaurants. The quiet hum of the highway, just two miles distant, was almost drowned out by the crashing of the waves on the shoreline behind the hotel. The warm night breeze carried to us the muted sounds of music from the nightclub district that was our destination. Jennifer took my arm and we set out along the brightly lit sidewalk.