by Lexi Archer
“Holy shit Whitney,” I said.
She giggled and walked over to the bed. “Well that’s a promising reaction!”
“Holy shit Whitney!”
“Did I break you?”
“Where did you get that?”
Whitney climbed onto the bed and moved up beside me. Threw a leg over me which was completely and utterly distracting. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to resist her long enough for Claude to arrive! She looked absolutely gorgeous in that lingerie. She looked so damn sexy in it. She looked so damn slutty in it!
“It was supposed to be a surprise for you,” she said. She bit her lip. “I suppose it’s still a surprise for you, just not quite in the way I originally expected!”
“It’s a surprise. All right!” I said.
I couldn’t help myself. She looked so goddamn sexy. I had so much pent-up sexual energy from all the teasing we’d been doing today, and this despite the fact that we’d fucked several times the night before. My cock was rock hard looking at her in this outfit. Thinking of Claude watching her in this outfit. Stripping her out of it. I rolled on top of her and we were making out.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one who was ridiculously turned on. That lingerie felt absolutely amazing against my skin. I’d never bothered changing out of my swim trunks so I was bare from the chest up. I moved a hand up to cup one of her tits. I pressed my cock against her pussy. I imagined that I was Claude experiencing all of this, enjoying the pleasures of my wife for the first time.
This was all too much for me. This was all too incredible. I couldn’t take it anymore. The teasing, watching her get ready, feeling how turned on she was underneath me, the way she was gasping and moaning. I glanced over to the window one last time and saw the sun setting off in the distance, but it was too late. I was too turned on.
I had to have my wife!
So it’s probably a good thing that a knock came on our door at exactly that moment. I pulled away from the kiss. I looked down at Whitney, who smiled up at me. She looked uncertain all of a sudden, but she was so damn beautiful!
The knock came again. It was a heavy knock like the hand doing the knocking was massive, attached to a muscular man. I imagined him standing out there pounding on our door wondering if we were there, his cock hard with anticipation as he thought of getting with Whitney.
I looked down at her one last time, leaned in for a quick kiss. Smiled a reassuring smile.
“Moment of truth baby,” I said. “Do you still want to do this?”
Whitney bit her lip and looked towards the door then it back up at me. She didn’t say anything as I pressed my cock against her. She nodded. That was all I needed.
I rolled off of her and hopped off the bed. I nodded to her and she stood. Walked over towards the door.
This really was it. This really was happening. This was the moment of truth.
15: Foreplay
Whitney pulled open the door a crack and peered outside. She turned to me and her face broke into a wide smile. My stomach twisted into more knots than I thought was possible at that smile. Twisted even more as she opened the door and Claude stepped in.
Claude acted furtive, glancing over his shoulder as her stepped in. No doubt he was looking for somebody from the resort, somebody from the staff who might recognize him going into a guest cabana. Something told me the bartenders from the beach didn’t make house calls very often.
He turned to Whitney and some of that easy-going confidence slipped as he saw her in her lingerie. His eyes ran up and down her body and my cock was almost painful I was so turned on. I felt the blood rushing down there as my body called all hands on deck. I didn’t think it was possible for me to get any harder than I already was looking at her in that lingerie, but apparently it was possible as I looked at him looking at her in the lingerie.
I knew how gorgeous my wife was, I’d seen her in outfits like this before even if it was always nice to see her in them again, but looking at this guy staring at her, seeing him seeing her in an outfit like that for the first time, drinking in her beauty, was almost too much for me. I very nearly blew my load right there in my pants in an honest to God, “look ma no hands” orgasm!
I forced myself to sit in a chair next to the bed and watch what happened. He looked over to me and raised a questioning eyebrow. It was amazing how a raised eyebrow seemed to be the universal symbol for a question. I idly wondered if they even had Star Trek all the way out here on this island, then quickly dismissed that thought.
There were more pressing matters at hand. Like the fact that Whitney was about to give herself over completely to this man. Like the fact that I was about to share my wife. She was about to be with another man in a way she’d only been with me for the past few years.
Claude looked over to me and that unsure expression was back on his face. A questioning look was there on his face.
“You sure about this?”
I almost laughed at the way he was echoing what Whitney had said moments before. Except I was also glad. Glad he was taking the time to make sure I was okay with this. I realized that if this was a fantasy we were going to indulge, a fantasy that was going to become a reality, then I was much more a fan if I had some say in it as well. I was definitely not as much a fan of the humiliation angle, of being forced into it, though that had been hot the previous night at the club when Claude just took what he wanted.
That was a thought to unpack another day, though. I nodded at Claude. Smiled at him.
He grinned down at Whitney and wrapped his hands around her waist. It was much the same as how they’d looked the night before when they were dancing, and yet it was so different now that they were in the intimate setting of our bedroom. Now that she was standing there in that lingerie and he was towering over her shirtless in just the swim trunks he wore for work.
Their first kiss was a little awkward. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers and it was obvious she was still unsure. I imagine that after so long with me it was a little awkward for her to be kissing another man even if she wanted to. Even if we’d discussed it and she had permission.
Only that awkwardness quickly faded. Her eyes closed and Whitney let out a contented sigh. She opened her mouth to him and then they were standing in the middle of our bedroom, this chocolate god shirtless with his rippling muscles enveloping my wife.
In a moment, all of the awkwardness was gone. It was replaced by passion. It was replaced by pure lust.
I reached down and started rubbing my cock through my shorts as I watched them in embracing. Surprisingly their hands didn’t do much exploring initially. They just stood there in the middle of the room making out. Getting used to each other. And oh what a sight it was watching them making out and getting used to each other.
It was the slow and sensual kiss of two people who were incredibly aroused by one another and exploring each other for the first time. One of his massive hands went up to cup her cheek as their mouths went back and forth. I could make out their tongues dancing back and forth in their forbidden dance as his tongue entered my wife’s married mouth. The only other guy who’d kissed her since we started dating as far as I knew, definitely the only other guy to kiss her since we were married, and it was captivating.
As their making out continued, as things started to get more heated, as they got more familiar with one another, I could see subtle changes in the way they interacted. He moved his thigh forward and pressed it between her legs. She started rubbing her pussy up and down against his leg. His hand moved down from her cheek to her shoulders, and then his other one was moving down her back running up and down in a sensual caress. She gasped and moaned at the feel of his hand running up and down her back and I leaned forward, entranced by the sight before me.
Whitney’s hands started working as well. She explored his body, moving her hands up and down his muscles. Her petite white hand ran up and down his massive arm feeling the contours of his biceps, and then she was moving down lower to his ch
est. She pulled back slightly so she had access as her hands ran down, down to his chiseled six pack abs. Down even lower.
My breath caught as she finally moved down past the band of his swim trunks. As her hand moved down and then she was cupping the massive cock that was jutting out from his swim trunks. My breath caught at that sight and Whitney gasped and sighed into his mouth. He let out a groan as her hands circled around his cock. I started rubbing my cock with more intensity but didn’t take it out. Not yet. I wanted to enjoy every moment of this experience.
No sense in ruining the show just as it was beginning.
My wife’s petite hand running up and down his massive cock through his shorts seemed to be the final thing that shattered the spell that had been keeping them apart. Any remaining hesitation they might have about what they were doing melted away as they melted into one another.
It was as though a switch was flipped in both their heads and then they were attacking one another. His hands roamed up and down her body. He cupped her breasts through the thin lingerie. She started moving her hand up and down his cock, jerking him off through his shorts as he groaned into her mouth, as she sighed and let out quiet gasps of her own.
She started grinding against his thigh in earnest. She was really going to town as she wrapped her arms around his back. They were in the throes of passion I’d hoped for, but that I’d worried for a moment might not actually happen with the way they seemed reluctant to move forward.
If they were going to escalate things then I figured I could do the same. I unbuttoned my shorts and moved a hand down into my boxers. The feeling of my bare fingers against my exposed cock was like electricity shooting through my body as I watched them.
They’d started moving while I was fishing for my cock. Not moving in the sense that they were grinding and moaning against one another. No, they were actually moving. Towards the bed. My mouth opened. This was another big step. A moment later his legs made contact with the bed and then they were collapsing down on the fluffy paradise together. Once they were on the bed they were all over one another.
Claude flipped my wife around and then his cock was pressing against her lingerie. His ass churned up and down as she moaned underneath him. Her tits started jiggling in that sexy lingerie as he dry humped her. Their mouths came together again and she was writhing on the bed underneath him as he continued pressing his cock up against her. As they continued their forbidden dance. As the only thing separating my wife’s gorgeous pussy from being ravaged by Claude was a thin bit of cloth from her lingerie. The thin bit of cloth from his swim trunks.
His massive hands were at either side of her as he continued humping her, but then he shifted positions. Moved up so he was straddling her on his knees. She looked up at him and bit her lip as he reached down with those hands and yanked. Whitney gasped as the top part of her lingerie ripped. The sound reverberated through the room. The sound echoed through my mind. He pulled and then her cleavage was free. He yanked again and the tear ran almost all the way down to her belly button. One final yank, one final tear, and then her tits spilled out.
That sight was intoxicating. All the more so because he was sitting there looking down at her. Devouring her body with his eyes. Seeing her completely naked for the first time. Sure he’d felt her up in the bar the night before, but because of the way they were positioned he hadn’t actually gotten a chance to get a good look at my wife.
He certainly seemed to be making up for lost time now though. He licked his lips as he looked down at her. She was still writhing on the sheets looking up at him and biting her lip. She must’ve been a sight for him lying back on the bed with her hair spread out around her. My cock twitched and I had to pull my hand away. I had to reach down and put a finger at the base of my cock as I was in very real danger of actually blowing my load.
Again, I didn’t want to ruin the show just as it was getting started.
“Amazing,” Claude said. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen at this resort!”
I saw a blush rising to Whitney’s face as he said that. I wasn’t sure if it was a line or if he really meant it, but either way it was working on her. I knew how conceited she could be about her body even if she acted sweet and innocent. I’d had a look at some of the women walking around this resort, I knew he’d probably seen plenty of gorgeous women, plenty of trophy wives parading around on the beach. Obviously Whitney was coming to the same conclusion. Being told she was more beautiful than anyone else he’d ever seen was one hell of a compliment.
Hell, it made my cock throb as well. That was one hell of an assessment. My wife was that hot! It was weird, it was convoluted, it made absolutely no sense except in my mind which was gripped by this impossible fantasy, but somehow the validation of knowing my wife was the hottest thing he’d ever seen was turning me on as well. I wasn’t blushing though. No, the blood in me was rushing to an area farther south than my cheeks, let me tell you.
Claude fell down on my wife again, only this time he wasn’t moving down to kiss her. No, this time his mouth made contact with her incredible tits. His tongue flicked out and run around one nipple, then he kissed down her cleavage and up to the other nipple. Her body was slick with his saliva as he moved back and forth devouring her breasts like he was a starving man. And she was reacting as well. I knew exactly how much she loved having her tits played with, and it appeared that his attentions were sending her into overdrive. Her hips were churning down below and her back was arched up above as she threw her head back and forth. As she pulled up the sheets and moaned.
Claude pulled up and looked at her then he was kissing down her stomach leaving a slick wet trail of his saliva. I watched in fascination as this massive black stud moved down my wife’s petite white body. As he moved down between her legs to where the only thing separating his tongue from her body was a thin strip of lingerie.
I leaned forward, not wanting to miss a minute of this as his mouth moved down and then his lips brushed her lips. Sure there was that material in between them, but from the way Whitney jumped like she’d just been touched by a live electric wire that didn’t matter to her. She thrust her hips up, she thrust her entire body up. It was fascinating watching her. The only part of her touching the bed was the back of her head and the very tips of her toes as her entire body thrust up. As she pressed her pussy up towards him.
Damn! All that reaction and it just from him kissing her down there. Only it looked like he had no intention of just kissing her. No, he was looking up at her, locking eyes with her, and she licked her lips as one of his hands moved up under her bottoms. He yanked and once again there was a tearing sound. Once again the only thing left after he was finished was the tattered remains of the expensive lingerie she’d purchased.
I didn’t even care how much that stuff probably cost. It was worth every penny as far as I was concerned if I got to see this incredible show!
He was down between her legs again. Only this time there was absolutely nothing separating his mouth, separating his tongue, from the warm and inviting depths that were my wife’s incredible body.
Whitney arched her back again as he moved down. As his lips pressed against hers. As his tongue stuck out and snaked up inside her body. She screamed and threw her head back and forth. She locked eyes with him, panting like she was in heat as he thrust his tongue in and out. As he moved up to swirl around her clit. As he seemed to have a live wire attached directly to that incredible spot between my wife’s legs. As another man pressed his tongue up inside her for the first time ever. As far as I knew I’d been the only other guy to do this for her. The only other guy to taste that particular treasure, and now there was another man down there enjoying her.
Fuck, what a turn on!
And from the way Whitney was gasping and moaning, from the way she was screaming Claude’s name over and over again, how odd it was to hear another man’s name on my wife’s gorgeous lips, she was thoroughly enjoying his attentions. He reached down u
nder her ass as she lifted up and then his hands were wrapped around her holding her up.
Freed from the work of holding herself up, her hips started gyrating up and down against him. Almost as though she was fucking his face. And he seemed more than willing to let his face be fucked. His tongue continued moving in and out, up and down, around and around. From the way Whitney was moaning, a part of me was willing to admit that she was moaning louder than she ever had with me, she was enjoying the hell out of the way he worked his tongue.
Those gasps and moans were rising to a crescendo. I stared in fascination as her mouth opened and then she was screaming out. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck Claude!”
One of her hands was a still providing balance even as his hands held her ass up, but her other hand moved down and she gripped his hair. It was a white knuckled grip. I wondered how he wasn’t crying out in pain, but then again I suppose, if I was down between my wife’s legs while she was acting like that I’d be just a little distracted as well. Either way, he kept it up as she held his face down between her legs. As she threw her head back and let out one final moan, one final scream, as her body started to shudder. As her body started to shake. As she continued to thrust her hips up to meet his tongue.
I stared in fascination. Sure I’d seen her come before. I’d seen it plenty of times before, I wasn’t one of those guys who settled for his girl faking it, so I was well versed in what it looked like when she was having one hell of a raging orgasm. And yet it was so fascinating watching her from this angle. It was so fascinating watching her with another man, watching her come on another man’s tongue. It felt sort of like I was sitting here watching my own personal live action porno, only it was a porno starring the most beautiful woman in the world as far as I was concerned. It was a live-action performance featuring the woman I loved, and that little fact made it so much hotter.
I stroked my cock furiously as I watched this scene playing out before me. Only once again I didn’t let myself go over the edge. I brought myself right up to it, but there was still so much more to see. Still so much more to witness. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin this experience because I came too soon.