by Lexi Archer
I reached down and tightened my grip on her ass as I started pressing against her in earnest. The thought was uncontrollable. I was imagining him looking down at my wife on the beach, putting myself into his head and thinking the sort of thoughts he must have been thinking as he stared at her. Then I was imagining him sneaking into the rich white girl’s cabana while her husband was off somewhere else, lying her down on the bed and pressing into her body before even I got a chance to. Fucking her and making her tits bounce in ways that I hadn’t even had a chance to since we got married!
"I think we should go back to our room," Whitney said.
The way she said it was so quiet, barely audible with the way she was gasping and moaning as I pressed my cock against her, that her words didn't register. Not until it was too late, at least.
I looked up at her. "Are you serious? You’re…"
Whitney bit her lip and nodded her head and I was gone. It was too much. I'd been too worked up. Watching her with that guy was too much for me. Watching all those guys on the beach checking her out was too much for me. The feeling of her body pressed against me, of her pussy grinding against me, the look on her face as she bit her lip and told me we needed to go back to the cabana and I’d finally get what I'd been waiting for was too much for me.
I let out a strangled and frustrated gasp as it all hit me at the same time and I felt an explosion down between my legs.
“Mike?”
The question was obvious in her voice. The disappointment was even more obvious. I was ashamed of myself, I hated myself, but I also couldn’t help myself. I squeezed her ass and pulled her against me. Pulled her delicious body against me and held her there as I let out another strangled groan and started pumping my load into the ocean, pumping my load into my swim trunks, pumping my load against my beautiful wife’s pussy through her bikini bottoms but definitely not inside her which I’d been hoping and praying for. Which I’d been waiting for as we got closer and closer to our wedding.
As my cum pumped against her I thought of him pumping inside her. I thought of me pumping inside her. Everything became a confused jumble that combined to give me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I figured something this intense would only come when I was actually fucking my wife after that month of denial that got me to the point where I was this turned on. I never for a moment thought that it would come, pardon the pun, just from rubbing against her. Just from watching her flirting and carrying on with another man.
I finally came down from that intense feeling and looked to Whitney. She was looking into my eyes, looking back and forth, and she had the beginnings of a frown on her face. I recognized that frown. My wife was not happy.
The magnitude of what I’d just done came crashing down around me. My wife just told me that she wanted us to go back to our cabana and have some fun. She’d just admitted that she wanted to go back and finally consummate our marriage. End our month long self-imposed dry spell. And instead I’d blown my load against her while dry humping her in the ocean. I could already feel my cock deflating in my pants and she had a look of complete and utter disappointment on her face.
Though I doubted that look of disappointment could’ve possibly matched the disappointment written plainly on my own face. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that. I’d been so close. I’d been a short walk back to our cabana away from finally getting with Whitney in the most intimate way possible for the first time since we said our wedding vows, and I’d blown it in the most literal way possible.
“Did you have fun?” she asked.
God did she sound pissed. Not that I could blame her. I’d just gotten mine and she hadn’t exactly gotten hers. That always irritated her. It was a situation I worked very hard to avoid. I could plead going without for a month, but that would probably just make things worse. And judging from the icy sound of her voice things were already plenty bad without saying stupid things to make it worse. I wasn’t going to be getting mine again anytime soon. I wanted to scream from frustration. I wanted to scream and travel back in time five minutes so I could smack myself good and hard.
“Whitney… I… I’m so sorry…”
She disengaged from me. Unwrapped her legs from around my body. Pulled her incredible and oh so tight body away from mine. She glanced over her shoulder as she made her way out of the water, as her amazing backside came into view. And with a start I realized that the water had combined with the white material on her bikini to make it completely see-through. Suddenly I was incredibly nervous about this little trip into the water for more than one reason.
“Be sure to clean up before you pop out of the water,” she said.
Her voice was dripping with annoyance. Her voice was dripping with anger. I could only imagine how she must feel. She was finally ready, she was finally good and worked up, and I’d gone and ruined it for both of us. I couldn’t exactly blame her for being mad, even if on some level this was her fault for waiting so long. For insisting we go out to the beach. For flirting with that asshole when she should’ve been spending time with her husband.
I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to clean up so I ended up just moving my swim trunks around a little bit to make sure nothing set in there permanently. I just let my little swimmers go off into the ocean where no doubt they’d be devoured by some microscopic ocean critter. They definitely wouldn’t be finding their way inside my wife, that was for sure. And judging from the way she was still occasionally shooting glares over her shoulder at me as she walked up the beach I wouldn’t be making my way inside my wife any time soon either.
I made my way out of the water and put my sandals on as I started across the white beach toward the umbrella where we were set up. And as I did so I nearly had a heart attack. We were only in the water for about five minutes, but apparently that wasn’t enough time for that asshole waiter to go to the bar, get a frozen drink, and bring it back to our spot. The table was still empty, which meant he was still lurking out there. And now my wife was walking along in a white bikini that had just gone from bright white to practically transparent if the view I was getting from behind was any indication.
I cursed myself for insisting that we go into the water. I enjoyed the view, but that was part of the problem. If I was enjoying the view then other people sure as hell were going to be enjoying the view.
And that was definitely not a view that I wanted that waiter of all people to be enjoying. I glanced up the beach towards the bar and there he was with a frozen drink in his hand making his way across the beach towards us. And judging from the way he was looking my wife up and down as she picked up a towel and started drying herself off he’d definitely realized the same thing about her bikini that I just had. He was definitely enjoying the sight which terrified me and turned me on.
I had to get up there before he reached her, but it looked like this was already a race I was going to lose.
4: Invitations
“Honey, do you think maybe we could go back to the cabana and have some of that fun you were talking about?” I asked.
Whitney turned and looked me up and down. “I don’t think I’m in the mood for any of that sort of fun right now honey. Especially since you were so eager out in the water.”
Oh yeah. She was definitely upset. She was definitely pissed off. I could tell from the set of her gorgeous face. From the way she had her arms crossed under her perfect breasts. From the way her hip jutted out just so. I was going to pay for this for the rest of the day.
Whitney turned and her face broke into a huge smile as she saw Claude walking down the beach towards us with a huge frozen drink balanced in one hand. I got the feeling that huge smile wasn’t for the alcohol he was bringing her.
“Did you have a good swim?” he asked.
Whitney giggled. She giggled! And when he got closer she playfully slapped his chest. At least it looked playful, though I saw the way he reacted when her hand ran along his muscled chest. Hell, I saw the way she reacted when her hand ran
along his chest. Something told me there was nothing innocent about that touch. Something told me that had been entirely intentional on my wife’s part.
And once again I felt my cock stirring, I found myself getting turned on by the flirtatious interplay between the two of them. I couldn’t believe it, but there it was. I couldn’t deny the evidence growing in my swim trunks so soon after I’d blown my load against my wife in the water.
“Were you watching us out in the water?” Whitney asked. “That was so nice of you, waiting until I was back on the beach to bring me my drink!”
I had a few ideas as to exactly why he was watching my wife down in the water, and I was sure none of them had anything to do with being a good waiter. I was sure that a lot of it had to do with the way he was openly leering at her, especially with her white see-through bikini revealing everything. I puffed up to them just in time to see him glance down at her tits, and when I got to the other side I saw exactly why. Her white bikini top left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was completely transparent, as though she was in a wet t-shirt contest. Only it wasn’t a wet t-shirt. No, it was just two flaps of cloth that left absolutely nothing to the imagination even when they weren’t soaking wet and now her puffy pink nipples were on display for all to see.
And boy were they straining out right now. It was a mesmerizing sight looking at her amazing tits, tits that I’d only gotten to see in passing since that agreement when she was feeling frisky and trying to tease me. Tits I’d hoped to get a much better look at, that I’d hoped to explore in far greater detail, now that we were married and the break was supposed to be over. Not that I’d seen any indication of that so far.
And yet here we were on the beach in front of this impossibly muscled server with his chocolate skin and wide grin who was staring at my wife’s tits as though he’d like nothing more than to do some of that exploring I was thinking about. I wanted to punch him, but I was afraid that we’d get kicked out of the resort or he’d try to kick my ass. I had my training from those weekly workouts but he was a big guy and I had no way of knowing if he did some sort of martial art too. Either way one of the first things I learned when I started those classes was the best way to get out of a fight was to avoid getting into one in the first place. Even if it was a perfectly reasonable situation like getting upset about some guy checking out my wife.
“Glad you had a good swim,” Claude said.
Whitney finished toweling herself off and now she was reapplying her tanning oil all over her body as he stared. I saw her look up at him with a thin smile on her face and realized she was doing this on purpose! She was purposely giving this guy a show! Then she turned that smile on me and I realized she wasn’t just giving him a show. No, she was also punishing me. She must’ve picked up on how annoyed I was by this guy. How could she not pick up on how annoyed I was by this guy? And now she was twisting the knife after my premature screw up out in the ocean.
“So are you having fun on the beach?” Claude asked.
“It’s okay, but it gets kind of boring just sitting here working on my tan,” Whitney said.
She turned to look at me again and smiled a sweet smile that was anything but. “It would be a lot more fun if there was some sort of activity we could get up to, something we could do that wasn’t just drinking on the beach.”
I felt a flash of anger as she said that. I’d been trying to suggest that we could go back to our room and have exactly the kind of fun she was talking about all day, only now she was the one who’d decided it was time and she was acting annoyed by my little premature problem. I was annoyed before, but now I was pissed off that she was holding this against me after she’d been holding me off for so long.
“Have you tried some of the local flavor yet?” Claude asked.
“No, what are you talking about?” Whitney asked.
Alarm bells went off in my head. Visions of tourists who went to “local establishments” like he was talking about and winded up disappearing never to be heard from again danced in my head. My beautiful wife was exactly in the demographic that would disappear, appear on in the news for a few months until everyone lost interest, and then that was that. Plus there were travel advisories I’d read before we came out to the island that Whitney never bothered with. Stay on the beach. Stay in the resort. Don’t try to leave, even if you get invited. Especially if someone invites you into the island interior. That usually meant trouble.
“I don’t think…” I started to say, but Whitney held up a hand.
“Well there’s a club that’s just on the other side of the fence you might like to try. They have the dancing, all sorts of fun,” Claude said with a smile. “I’ll probably be there tonight.”
Yeah, I bet he’d probably be there tonight. Especially if my naïve wife agreed to go out to this club. Well, we weren’t going to go near the place if I had anything to do with it. Whitney smiled again and she pressed her chest out. I couldn’t tell if she was doing that just to get back at me or if she was really just that turned on by this guy. Either way it had my cock at full attention watching her showing herself off like that.
“We’ll think about it,” she said.
I didn’t say anything. I’d bide my time. I’d wait until this guy left and then explain to her exactly why it was a terrible idea for us to try and get some “local flavor” on this island. Exactly why it was a terrible idea for us to ever leave the relative safety of the resort.
“Glad to hear it!” Claude said with a huge grin splitting his face. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight!”
He turned to head off down at the beach, but not before he gave my wife one final once over. Not before he looked at her in a way that was so forward, so brazen, that she almost would’ve needed a cigarette by the time he was done. And apparently that look wasn’t lost on my wife either. No, she smiled and giggled as he looked her up and down, then turned back and smiled a self-satisfied smirk at me.
I sighed. I was angry, aroused, and more than anything very confused by that particularly odd mix of emotions. It was going to be an interesting day.
5: Decisions
“We aren’t going to that club,” I said.
“You can do what you want tonight,” she said. “But I think going out and having a little fun dancing sounds like just the right way to spend an evening.”
“It’s not safe…” I started, but she gave me a dismissive wave of her hand. A dismissive wave that meant this conversation was over for now as far as she was concerned.
Not that I was too worried. We had the rest of the day to go, and I had plenty of time to convince her that it was a terrible idea for us to leave the safety of the resort. I was confident we wouldn’t be leaving this place. That we’d be back in our cabana having the sort of fun we would’ve been having right now if I hadn’t had my little premature issue. If Whitney hadn’t insisted on that ridiculous waiting for a month thing that was driving me crazy. No, there wasn’t a chance we were going to that club. Definitely not.
A little later Whitney stepped into the room looking absolutely stunning in a red lace bra and a matching red lace thong. I leaned back on the bed, my cock rock hard, and drank in the gorgeous sight that was my wife. I know that I said this a lot, but damn was she beautiful. And she looked even more beautiful because of this self-imposed drought we’d put ourselves in.
Maybe there was something to that after all, but I’d never tell her that. It might encourage her to try this again.
“So what’s the special occasion?” I asked.
Of course I was hoping the special occasion was that she’d finally forgiven me for my little premature situation earlier today, though from the glance she shot me she knew exactly what I was hoping and that look said that wasn’t the case at all. She wasn’t exactly angry, not anymore. We’d been dating long enough and had enough of the big arguments at this point that we had a hard time staying mad at each other for too long. Only there was still a definite chill there. She was still defin
itely annoyed.
Once again, it’s not like I could blame her. I was annoyed by the whole situation as well. Of course I was more annoyed by her reaction to the situation than I was by how I’d performed earlier in the ocean, but that was neither here nor there.
“I just wanted to look nice for dinner,” she said.
“In a matching lace bra and thong?” I asked. “What kind of dinner do you think this is?”
Whitney turned and smiled at me. A thin smile that told me everything. That told me exactly what she was thinking. We’d been together long enough that telepathy wasn’t really necessary at this point. I could see the wheels turning in her head. She was still thinking about going to that club.
“Oh no. No way,” I said.
She reached down into her dresser, one of the nice things about this resort was that you didn’t see your luggage from the moment you arrived. No, the staff brought everything and stored it for you so you didn’t have to think about it while on vacation. It was as though you lived on the beach for the short time you stayed there. She pulled out a silk black dress that I knew well. It molded perfectly to the contours of her body, went up high enough that it showed almost everything while revealing nothing. It plunged down low enough at the neckline that once again it revealed almost everything while not actually giving away anything. Unless she leaned down. Then all bets were off if she wasn’t wearing a bra.
At least she was wearing a bra, though a part of me was disappointed. If other people weren’t getting a show every time she leaned over that meant I wasn’t getting a show either.
“At least think about it,” she said.
“Fine,” I said.
And I wasn’t lying. I would think about it. I was thinking about that invitation right now. I was thinking about my wife going to a dance club with that Claude guy. Thinking about what they’d do together on the dance floor, and my cock was rock hard thinking about it. She glanced over and noticed the tent in my shorts. I wasn’t dressed quite as formally as she was. Of course there was nothing I’d brought that could match that little black dress.