by Lexi Archer
That was interesting. Was she actually turned on by what happened with that guy? She'd let it happen after all when she'd never done anything like that before. Or was that just wishful thinking on my part?
It was hard to tell. I was so worked up that I was having one hell of a time separating fantasy from reality.
Whatever. I had one hell of a sexy fantasy standing right in front of me. And she'd been so fucking naughty that I was ready to blow my load right against her as I grinded my cock into her.
I moved my hands down under her ass and lifted. Her eyes went wide and she let out a delighted moan into my mouth. I twirled her around and then moved back towards our bedroom.
The suites really were incredibly nice. Our bedroom had a nice ocean view. Had it been expensive? Sure. Was it totally worth it in the moment as I stumbled into the dark room with the ocean off in the distance and Laura's legs wrapped around me as she peppered my face with kisses?
You bet your ass it was worth every penny!
I tossed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. She'd moved one of her legs up and I ran a hand up her thigh. The entire time I was imagining I was that guy running my hand up her thigh. He'd never get to that point. She'd never let the fantasy go that far. But this was my imagination, my fantasy, and in between my ears Laura could do whatever depraved thing I could imagine.
I was grinding my cock against her once more and she felt so fucking hot. She was pressing her own hips up to meet me, letting out quiet little gasps that were like a symphony of sexiness every time I pressed my cock against her pussy.
Normally I tried to spend a little more time on the foreplay. Normally I'd make sure she was really enjoying herself. This wasn't a normal night though. No, this was a night where I had to have my wife. Now.
I moved my hands down to her shirt and started yanking up, exposing inch after inch of her gorgeous skin. And in my mind's eye I was another man exposing my wife for the first time. She was just some girl I'd brought back to my hotel room. Sure I'd seen her wedding ring, but that was her husband's problem, not mine. All I knew was she was so fucking hot and I had to fuck her.
Then I was back in the moment and it was just me and Laura. Those flashes of fantasy happened sometimes when we were making love, and it appeared that watching her with that guy was causing my fantasy life to bubble to the surface a little more forcefully than it usually would.
Then again, my imagination was always working on overdrive when we were on vacation. It always had me on edge when I knew the hall pass was an option and we were off at some exotic or not-so-exotic destination where she might actually exercise it. Not that she ever did, but even the possibility was enough to drive me to distraction.
I yanked her shirt up and she was breathing heavily below me, her tits encased in her bikini top and looking incredible as they rose and fell. She bit her lip as she looked up at me, then arched her back slightly so she could reach back and undo her top. It came loose and she shrugged out of it exposing herself to me.
Fuck. My wife had an incredible set of tits!
And all I could think about was another guy looking down at her. Looking down at her perfect breasts. Looking down at her perfect slim body as she was laid out on the bed before him.
"You're looking incredible tonight baby," I said.
She bit her lip and looked away. Looked back.
"Was I? I cheated on you out on the dance floor!"
I rolled almost on top of her, my hand moving down between her legs to work at the snap and zipper on her shorts.
"It wasn't cheating baby," I said.
"How was it not cheating?"
"Because you have my permission. You have a hall pass," I said.
It was the simplest thing in the world as far as I was concerned, but she seemed to have a hard time believing I was actually serious about this. Maybe she was afraid I was trying to catch her in some sort of trap or something? I just didn't know. Whatever it was, though, all her worries were completely unfounded. Completely ridiculous.
All I really and truly cared about was getting to watch her with another guy.
"I said it was okay and that makes it okay," I said. "If I was ever not okay with you doing something like that I'd let you know. Trust me."
While we were talking I managed to get her shorts undone. I had to reposition myself as I pulled them down. Her panties and shorts came together. They were just that damn tight. I quickly threw my shirt over my head and fumbled with my own pants. Laura giggled as I pulled them free and then my cock sprang out. Her eyes went wide and she licked her lips as she looked at my cock. That was interesting. She did that every once in awhile, but usually only when she was really turned on.
Something had gotten her good and worked up tonight. I had hopes for what that something was. Hopes for what that might mean for the rest of our vacation. For the chances of her finally taking me up on the hall pass offer.
Only for now I concentrated on her. Concentrated on how fucking gorgeous she was. How amazing it felt as I fell down on top of her with my cock brushing up against her pussy. That was one feeling I never got tired of.
"What makes that so hot for you?" she asked.
I thought about that for a moment as I grabbed my cock and positioned it between her legs.
"I don't really know. It's just hot thinking about a guy thinking you're so fucking hot that he has to have you. Has to take you. It's like I'm looking at things with a fresh set of eyes or something," I said.
She arched an eyebrow and gasped as the head of my cock pressed inside her.
"Really? You have to look at me with new eyes to get hot during sex?"
"Fuck no!" I gasped as I sank inside her. As I pressed my cock deeper and deeper inside her incredible body. She was always so fucking tight, but tonight in particular she seemed ridiculously lubed up. Ridiculously wet and turned on. In a single thrust I was buried inside her.
I blinked. That was definitely a weird feeling. Sometimes we even had to use actual lube, but apparently she was open for business and ready to fucking go tonight!
"That's why it was so hot looking at that guy running his hands all over you. Exploring you for the first time! Thinking about what he was thinking of as he groped you…"
I pulled out and slammed inside her. Once. Twice. Her body jiggled under me in the most delightful way, her tits bouncing up and down. I knew I wasn't going to last long. The combination of the always intoxicating sight of my wife's body while she was being fucked coupled with all the wonderful things I'd witnessed tonight. It was too much for me. Already I could feel one hell of an orgasm building.
"It did feel good having him running his hands all over me like that," Laura said in a quiet voice. Barely above a whisper, and yet it might as well be a roar. She might as well have used a megaphone considering how it echoed through my head. She actually admitted to enjoying it? I couldn't fucking believe it!
"Did it turn you on?"
She bit her lip. "Am I a terrible person if I say it did just a little? It felt like the old days…"
I continued pumping inside her. Fuck this was more than I ever would've imagined when we went on this vacation. This was farther than I'd ever gotten with this fantasy. This was the first time I didn't run up against a fucking wall when I brought it up!
Then exactly what she'd just said hit home. It was just like before? What did that mean? Saying that dancing with another guy like that was just like before implied there'd been a before when she'd danced with another guy like that, if you'll forgive a bit of circular logic. Only she'd always denied that anything like that ever happened.
"What do you mean it was just like before?"
Laura blinked and I saw panic cross her face only to be interrupted by a gasp as my cock hit a particularly sensitive spot as I bottomed out. I'd seen that look before and knew what it meant. No amount of sexy gasping was going to distract me. She was hiding something.
"What is it Laura?"
Sh
e bit her lip again. I loved it when she did that. It was so fucking sexy. It was one of those looks that I never got tired of. It was one of those looks that could give me an instant hard on no matter what the situation, sometimes with very embarrassing results depending on where we were.
"I was just talking about all the times we used to go out to bars or clubs. It was just like old times when it was you, me, Kristi, and whatever piece on the side she had."
"I'm not falling for that," I said. "Spill."
She hesitated for a moment. Only a moment. But that hesitation was long enough to let me know I was onto something. I'd stumbled into something. Something that had apparently happened in the past, something she was hiding from me, and something that was just adding to the already ridiculously high levels of arousal I was experiencing.
If this kept up for much longer I didn't know if I was going to be able to hold on until she finished her confession. Whatever it was she was confessing. I was so close to the fucking edge. And from the way she was gasping, from the way she was shuddering underneath me, it felt like she was pretty damn close to the edge herself.
I locked eyes with her. "You're lying to me. Tell me what you were talking about."
Laura sighed, though it was really more of a sigh mixing together with a moan and a gasp. I slowed my pumping until I was barely moving in and out of her. I was going so slowly that a glacier would probably look at me and say that I needed to speed up. If glaciers could fuck. Or talk. Or survive in the Florida climate for very long.
I'm getting away from what's important though.
"You know how I always told you that I never danced with any other guys when I went out with Kristi?"
"Yeah?"
"I might not have been entirely truthful when I told you that," she whispered.
That was too much. Imagining her doing something like the show she'd put on tonight, only back before we got married. All those times I sat at home at our apartment playing video games and occasionally wondering how she was doing. All those times I thought she'd never do something with another guy, that she'd never dance up close to another guy And it had all happened back when I was starting to realize the full extent of this fantasy. Back when the seeds had been planted in my head.
And she'd lied. She'd actually been grinding up against guys while she was out dancing. Let them feel her up and do who knows what else.
Fuck that was too much. I buried myself inside her in one quick slam as I felt my orgasm washing over my body. I buried myself completely and then I was exploding inside my wife. Exploding over and over. And holy fuck did it feel amazing. Incredible. More intense than any orgasm I'd ever had before. The combination of how beautiful she was, what I'd witnessed tonight, and her confession were too much for me. Far too much for me.
Laura squeezed her eyes shut and I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock. It felt like she was on the edge of one hell of an orgasm herself. I leaned down until my face was barely an inch from hers.
"Come for me baby," I whispered. "I don't care if you're thinking about me, thinking about that guy, thinking about how naughty you've been, just come for me."
"Oh God…"
Those two words were all it took. That was her surrender. That was her giving over to the incredible feelings that were washing over both of us. And then I felt her pussy clamp down on me in a major way. I felt her body start to shudder under mine. This was it. She was going over the same cliff I was.
And in a way we were very literally going over a cliff together. There was no telling where this was going to lead. There was a chance this could all end in disaster just like she seemed worried about, but I didn't care.
It was to fucking hot.
I knew tomorrow morning we'd probably have a long and drawn out discussion about this. About what it meant. About how Laura had no intention for this to actually go anywhere, no matter how hot it was. No matter how intense her own orgasm seemed to be.
But for the moment I was enjoying being buried in my wife blowing my load and imagining her being naughty with the guy she'd danced with tonight and a bunch of random guys I never even knew about back when we were in college.
For a brief moment my fantasy world and reality were merging and everything was perfect.
8: Listening In
I felt like some kind of pervert as I listened to everything happening on the other side of the wall. They were a paper thin and my bedroom jutted up right against Laura and Dave's room. I could hear everything. What they were talking about, their gasps, their dirty talk.
And holy fuck was it turning me on in a way I never would've expected when we started this vacation. Originally helping Dave out well and truly had been about helping out my friends. Helping out their relationship. Only now it seemed like I was reaping some of the benefits in a way I never would've imagined when I started down this path.
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the sounds. Tried to ignore Laura's gasps. I tried to ignore Dave's dirty talk. And yet despite trying to ignore those sounds my mind kept getting filled with visions of the two of them going at it. Visions of Laura being so naughty dancing with that guy tonight.
I'd slipped away while she was in the middle of dancing with him. It was weird. Like I was in some sort of trance. Why was I slipping away and going back to the hotel when there were plenty of guys out there who'd be more than happy to take me back to their hotel? Only I felt a strange compulsion to go back to my hotel. To lie down in my bed rather than hanging out in the living room and watching TV.
I couldn't explain it at the time, only now that I was sitting here listening in on my friends, feeling like a pervert and yet loving it at the same time, I realized my subconscious mind had been way the hell ahead of my conscious mind. It had been going to far dirtier places than I would have ever imagined when I started the trip back from the bar. Somehow I instinctively knew that something like this was going to happen, and I guess my subconscious really wanted to hear what was going on over on the other side of that wall. Hell, now that I was listening in my conscious mind really wanted to hear too!
Dirty thoughts, impossible thoughts, filled my mind as I listened to the wall banging. As I listened to them really rattling the headboard in a major way. Well, this hotel didn't actually have headboards, but you get the point. They were going at it with a ridiculous fervor in there and it had me so fucking turned on. It had me thinking those impossible thoughts.
A flash and in my mind Dave was over me. He was pumping his cock in and out of my body instead of Laura's. He was so fucking incredible with his muscles rippling over me. Another flash and I was the one on top of Laura. I was running my hand up and down her smooth skin, reliving that one night back in college when we'd had a little too much to drink and one thing started leading to another before we both realized we were doing something that was a real danger to our friendship and stopped. Only in my mind I was going way farther than we ever had that night, I was fulfilling a tension I didn't realize had been building up inside me all these years.
Fuck. What was wrong with me? Why was I thinking of my best friend like that? Why was I thinking of my best friend's husband like that? Was it because I'd been so terrible with my own love life over the years and they represented some sort of stability? Was my mind in some way taking what they represented, what their relationship represented, and twisting it into these sick perverted fantasies I suddenly had no control over?
Or was there something deeper and darker going on here? In the back of my mind a little voice whispered. Asked whether or not the real problem was that I intentionally picked guys that I knew weren't going to last because I wanted to be available for somebody. Somebody perfect. Or considering the equal opportunity fantasies running through my mind maybe I was waiting for two perfect somebodies?
No, I wasn't going to indulge those thoughts. I wasn't going to, damn it! And yet they continued to fill my head. What the hell was wrong with me?
As they continued to gasp and moan,
as they continued to work through Dave's impossibly kinky fantasy that had surprised me when I heard about it, I decided fuck it. I was in the privacy of my own room here. It's not like they could hear me. Hell, they probably didn't even know I was in the suite!
So I figured I could indulge in a little fun in private even if the things I was thinking were never, ever, going to become a reality.
I traced my hand down my bare stomach. I'd tossed my shirt off as soon as I got back but I was still in my bikini. My touch was electric, as though there were little sparks dancing off of the tips of my fingers, going straight to my skin, and then from there sending electric jolts down to my pussy. I'd given myself a hand on plenty of occasions, but usually it didn't feel this intense. Usually it didn't feel this naughty There was something about the forbidden nature of this scenario that was adding a little bit of extra oomph, and fuck was I enjoying it!
I moved down. Down past my belly button. Down in between my legs. Only I didn't put my hand inside my shorts. Not yet. I wanted to enjoy the teasing for a moment. Sure I was just teasing myself, but that didn't make it any less hot.
So I ran a finger up and down the length of my pussy through my shorts that were so tight that I might as well just be running my finger up and down the length of my pussy without said shorts anyways. God I felt like I was about to come just from this little bit of contact. It was a testament to how fucking turned on I was feeling.
The sound of their lovemaking was getting louder. The thrusting was getting more insistent. And then it stopped. For a moment I pouted, thinking I'd missed the best part of the show, but then I heard them talking again. Low, so low that I could barely hear. And so I scooted and oppressed my ear against the wall.
They were talking about something, and from the sound of their voices it was fucking intense. It almost sounded like…
No.
No way. It couldn't be.
I knew Laura had enjoyed the occasional dance with another guy back in the day, but I'd never realized she didn't tell Dave about her extracurricular activities when we went out to dance clubs by ourselves. I always figured he knew she was going out to blow off some steam and that blowing off steam occasionally meant dancing up close and personal with another guy.