by Lexi Archer
I had a few ideas as to exactly what kind of trouble he had in mind. The kind of trouble that only a couple of stupid tourists venturing out into the night in a place that wasn’t exactly safe all the time for stupid tourists venturing out into the night could get into. Not that Whitney listened to me when I tried telling her about those dangers.
Claude gestured into the crowd on the dance floor. It was a solid mass of bodies but he seemed to be gesturing past them.
“Would you like to join me at my table? I’ll buy a round of drinks.”
My eyes narrowed. As he smiled I saw something. It was just the briefest of glances. His eyes running down to my wife’s tight body and then back up. Just like he had earlier in the day on the beach.
Not that I could blame him. She was fucking sexy. That look triggered a feeling that was new and yet growing familiar. A possessive jealousy rising inside me coupled with an impossible heat as I watched this muscled god looking at my wife with such unconcealed lust. It was weirdly affirming in a way that a man like that would want to get with a girl who was all mine.
Still, the jealous part of that equation was there. Hoping that maybe Whitney would just grind against me like she usually did when we were out dancing and be happy with that. Only once again Whitney had different plans.
She twirled around and threw her leg up so her thong-clad pussy was grinding against my cock. So that her magnificent breasts were pressing against me through her thin dress. The top of her red lace bra was barely visible and it barely contained her tits. I was losing control as her body rubbed against mine. I would do anything she wanted, and I’m sure that’s exactly what she was hoping for as she smiled up at me.
“That sounds like fun, and it was so nice of him to invite us out here,” Whitney said. “What do you say? Can we join him?”
I opened my mouth to say no despite the number she was doing on me grinding against me like that, but she smiled as though I’d already said yes. She hugged me, wrapping her incredible body against mine, and then once again the whirlwind was off to follow this guy across the crowded bar. He took her hand, something that sent another stab of jealousy running through me, and then it was all I could do to keep up with them.
This guy didn’t seem to have any trouble getting through the crowd, but as soon as it parted around him it came back together in front of me. I chalked it up to him being so big. I’d want to get the hell out of the way if he was coming towards me after all. Only there was a small voice in the back of my head that worried there might be something more sinister to the way the crowd parted around him and then closed around me. Almost as though somebody was trying to separate me from my wife.
No, that was ridiculous. That sort of thing didn’t happen. Well, it did happen, but to other people. Not to me. I was just being paranoid.
Finally we came out on the other side of the crowd. Away from the speakers blasting music through the bar. There were booths along one end of the dance floor and Claude had a small booth in the corner. I have to admit I was surprised at just how nice everything was around here. Then again, this close to the resort I suppose things would be nicer. Probably lots of money flowing from the resort to the locals.
It definitely wasn’t what I expected from the little research of the surrounding area I’d done before agreeing to have Whitney’s dad pay to fly us out here. He moved into the circular booth and motioned for me to join on the other side. I noticed with some annoyance that he’d positioned himself between me Whitney. I didn’t care for that. Not one bit.
It was actually relatively quiet over here away from the massive speakers. Almost to the point that I could finally hear myself think. Definitely quiet enough that we could talk.
“Have you been here long?” Claude asked.
“Only about a half hour,” Whitney said.
“Good! I was running late and worried I might miss you,” Claude said.
He glanced over his shoulder to me. The smile was still on his face, but there was something different about it when he turned away from my wife to face me. There was something knowing there. Something almost predatory in his smile. Something that made me shift in my seat both because it said plainly that he was after my wife which made me both terrified and turned on.
He turned back to Whitney “You’re newlyweds, yes?”
Whitney smiled and nodded, leaning closer to him. I swallowed and nodded. Suddenly I was very nervous about being in here. Suddenly I had a feeling I had a good reason to be nervous about being in here. Suddenly I was on fire as I watched their interaction. Besides, with him between me and Whitney it’s not like I had an easy way to communicate with her. An easy way to get the hell out of here. I’d like to say that I was forced to let this ride but that’s not quite the truth. I wanted to watch. Wanted to see what happened. Hoped that if things went too far I could get her alone at some point so we could sneak out somehow. Only as I thought back to the crowd around us I wondered how difficult that would be.
“Congratulations!” Claude said. He lifted up a beer from the table and Whitney followed. I lifted mine as well, but I didn’t take a drink. I wanted to keep my eyes on this guy. I didn’t know what his game was, but I didn’t trust him entirely. I was excited that I didn’t trust him entirely.
Once more Claude looked over his shoulder to me and smiled. That same predatory smile. “You like to dance?”
“He’s not a big fan of dancing,” Whitney said. “Trust me, I’ve tried over and over.”
A frown crossed Claude’s face. “That is bad. You should have fun on your honeymoon? That is the word, right?”
“Yeah, honeymoon,” she said.
Yeah it was our honeymoon. And we should be back at the resort, back in our cabana by the beach. We should be fucking each other’s brains out, and not in some local bar with a huge muscular black guy moving in on my wife! I couldn’t believe how quickly things had spiraled out of control here, and yet I was the one who was letting it spiral. I was the one who was going to continue letting things spiral. It was a compulsion. It was a need. It was something I had to see. Whitney looked so gorgeous, and the thought of her petite body up against his was crowding out every other thought.
My cock was rock hard watching them. Wondering what his next move would be. Wondering if it would be too far, and if I would even say something because I was starting to feel like too far is exactly where I wanted this to go.
Claude’s face lit up as though he’d just had an incredible idea. I watched carefully, trying not to let my annoyance show. Trying not to let my interest show. Something told me the idea he just had was the sort of idea I wouldn’t have liked before this confusing fantasy of watching Whitney took hold. Now I wasn’t so sure which way it would go.
“How about this? I go dance with you, one dance,” he said. “So the bride can dance on her honeymoon, and your husband isn’t bothered with it!”
Whitney leaned forward and brushed a hand against his arm. I wondered if maybe the alcohol we’d had before we left the resort was getting to her. And yet once again things were spiraling out of control. Once again things were happening too fast. They were spiraling out of control in one hell of an intriguing way.
“That sounds like fun, right honey?” Whitney asked.
I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t believe Whitney was actually considering going along with this. A gorgeous petite white girl out on the dance floor with this muscular hunk? Only when I opened my mouth to tell her that under no circumstances was that going to happen something else spilled out. It was like I wasn’t the one driving my brain.
“That might be fun for you honey,” I said.
That was enough. Before I could say anything, before I could take it back, she was pulling Claude out of the booth and they were making their way out onto the dance floor. Once again the crowd seemed to part around them, the beat pumping with bodies moving around them, and they were gone in the crowd before my mind caught up to the situation, to the ridiculous permis
sion I’d just given her, and I started ungracefully trying to get out of the booth to follow them.
7: Forbidden Dance
As soon as I hit the crowd I had the same problem I’d had when we were making our way to the booth. Claude had no problem making it through, but I definitely did. People jostled against me. People bumped against me. It felt as though this crowd of dancing bodies, hot sweating bodies coming together, was doing their best to keep me from getting to Claude and my wife, wherever the hell they’d gotten to on the dance floor.
I stood on my tiptoes and desperately searched through the crowd for a flash of white in the sea of dark skinned moving bodies. A flash of black dress that would indicate Whitney somewhere out there. Nothing. So I kept on in the direction they’d gone, hoping they didn’t deviate from that initial course too much. Besides, it was a pretty small club. It wasn’t exactly a huge dance floor. I would surely be able to find them even in this press of bodies.
And yet I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach along with a throbbing feeling down in between my legs where my cock was pressing out like a diamond. Something told me I wasn’t going to like what I found if I did come across them in this crowd. Something told me I was going to love what I saw if I found them in this crowd.
It was a weird roiling conflicting mess of emotions I was experiencing as I thought of my new bride, my bride who I hadn’t really been with in over a month who was already frustrated by the lack of action so who knows how turned on she was right now, grinding up against that man.
Finally the crowd parted before me and I saw them in front of me. What I saw made my heart stop. What I saw made my cock lurch and blood pump down there. I felt lightheaded, though whether that was from watching them or from the blood moving away from other parts of my body to fill my cock was anyone’s guess.
I couldn’t believe this was my wife. I couldn’t believe the show being put on by my beautiful Whitney. It was my every fear and my every forbidden fantasy come to life. It was so out of character. It was so unlike anything I’d ever seen from her before. Well, it sort of resembled some of my fantasies, but it was nothing approaching anything I’d ever seen in reality.
She had her back up against Claude with one arm reaching back over his thick neck. Her eyes were closed and her body swayed back and forth, her ass grinding against his pelvis where he had two hands on either hip pulling her against his thick muscled body. It was as though he was a stripper pole and she was using him to put on a show. I licked my lips and stood there dumbfounded, not believing this was actually Whitney before me.
Whitney’s eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was wide open in an expression of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. It was clear from the look on her face that she was overcome with lust. It was a look I loved. It was a look I’d hoped to see on her face in our cabana when we finally had a chance to get together for the first time after that ridiculous agreement.
Only now it was happening with this guy. With Claude the ripped beach waiter. As I stood there transfixed, unable to do anything, one of his hands moved up from her hip and started running along her body. Ran up her tight stomach, up to one of her breasts which he cupped. I expected her to come to her senses at that. Expected her to reach up and slap his hand away. It was a move she’d pulled with me plenty of times when we were out dancing.
Only nothing happened. Instead a small smile played across her face, and then her mouth was open in a gasp as he thrust against her. I could only imagine what it felt like with his cock lodged firmly against her ass as they swayed to the beat.
Claude’s eyes were open and enjoying every moment of pressing against my wife. He turned and locked eyes. He got a good look at me and then a huge grin split his face. Only there was none of that easy-going grin I’d seen back on the beach or when we were at the booth. Back when he was playing nice and trying to get Whitney out on the dance floor. No, that smile was gone, to be replaced by the predatory stare. He glanced down to my wife, to his massive hand cupping her perfect petite tit, a breast that only I’d felt up until now, and his grin got wider.
I couldn’t believe it. Another man was grinding against my wife. Another man was feeling her up in the middle of a dance floor in a strange country, and I wasn’t doing anything about it. And from the way my cock was throbbing I wasn’t going to do anything about it either. All I could do was stare. Drink in the alluring sight of Whitney with another man.
I was fascinated by this display, but at the same time I couldn’t believe Whitney was letting this happen. She hadn’t had that much to drink. They definitely hadn’t had a chance to slip her anything. No, this was all her going along with this forbidden exploration of her body. And rather than trying to stop it I found myself wondering how far it would go. My cock pulsed as I watched this man dominating my wife.
That stupid grin on his face got even bigger, though I didn’t think that was possible. The pearly whites of his teeth were a stark contrast to his dark skin. His braid swung back and forth as he moved to the beat, and then I realized that something else was going on down below. His other hand, the one that had been on her hip until a just a moment ago, was moving forward. It was moving around to the front of her dress. He was moving straight for Whitney’s pussy!
That was too much. That wasn’t enough. I needed to do something about this. I needed to try and take control of this situation. I needed to push forward and stop this. But I didn’t. I stood and watched. I stared in fascination as his hand moved closer and closer and she didn’t do anything to stop it. I was a man obsessed, and I couldn’t deny that obsession. I wasn’t going to deny that obsession.
Claude continued his forbidden exploration, moving his hand to the front of Whitney’s sexy black dress and then down and up under it. Not that it was too difficult to get under her dress considering how ridiculously short the thing was to begin with.
Whitney smiled and gasped as no doubt his finger made contact with her pussy through her thong bottoms. Bottoms stared at back in our room imagining how wonderful it was going to be when she worked out some of her energy at this place and we finally got back to our room. When I finally got a chance to pull those off of her and enjoy every forbidden treasure that had been denied to me for so long because of that stupid arrangement.
The hand cupping her breast moved up and then he was pulling down on the straps holding the top of her dress in place. I licked my lips as he pulled down almost to the point that her tits were popping out, but he stopped short of that and slipped a hand inside the top of her dress instead.
I gasped. I couldn’t believe it. I should be more pissed off than I’d ever been and yet the sight was so beautiful. So compelling. So hot He was feeling her up in a way that only I had until now, and I could feel every male eye in the room, at least every male eye within viewing distance which was pretty short in this small club, looking at her. Drinking in my wife’s beauty. His hand continued massaging her tit through her dress. His massive black hand was outlined through that tight dress as he groped her perfect white B cup tits with their deliciously pink nipples.
Whitney gasped at his touch and her hips churned against him. He was moving his hands up and down her body now, cupping her tits with the one hand and running his other hand up and down her stomach. And still they swayed and moved to the beat that filled the bar.
As I watched he moved one hand up and cupped her chin, pulled her towards him. She leaned up and their mouths came together. He leaned down to press his lips against hers and then they were making out in the middle of the dance floor. I couldn’t believe it! The sight was so intimate, so sensual, so erotic, and such a turn on! I couldn’t believe I was feeling this way watching my wife with another man. Watching his hands running up and down her body. Watching their mouths come together in a greedy passionate kiss.
I was a confused mess of emotions as I watched them making out. I didn’t know what to think. I was hurt, I felt betrayed, I was jealous, and above all I was so hot because of that
mix of emotions. Even if I hadn’t been able to experience my wife fully since we got here just seeing her in action was somehow such a turn on. It ashamed me more than a little that it was a turn on, but I couldn’t deny the way that this was making me feel.
I couldn’t deny it. I was starting to really get into watching the two of them playing together on the dance floor. I definitely liked what I was seeing. I was starting to wonder exactly how far Whitney would let this go, and what might happen if things went too far. How far could they possibly go when we were in the middle of a club, after all? Thoughts of inviting him back to our room went through my head, though that was impossible. Whitney would never go for that.
Those thoughts were interrupted by alarm bells going off in my head. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was that caused my spidey sense to tingle, but there was something that was off. Something not quite right. Something definitely wrong.
I looked around the crowd surrounding them and then I saw it. A group of men around the edge were watching intently. Everybody else surrounding them wasn’t really paying that much attention other than the occasional glance. Everybody else was busy dancing with their own partner, having a good time, definitely not worried about Claude feeling up my wife in the middle of the dance floor.
Only there were maybe three or four men who were definitely very interested in what they were doing. Their eyes were riveted on Whitney, riveted on Claude’s exploration of my wife, just as intently as I was staring.
I looked to Claude but his eyes were closed as he swayed back and forth. He was gone in his own private little world with Whitney. He definitely wasn’t paying attention to the danger that was standing at the edge of the crowd watching.
Those men were glancing back and forth at one another and I figured I had to do something. Watching my wife with this man was one thing, but standing by while other men were staring at her like they wanted to get in on the action was another. I moved to interrupt Claude and Whitney’s dance, much as I hated to interrupt the show, but before I could say anything I felt arms wrapping around my own. I felt someone pulling me back against them.