by Lexi Archer
So I pulled my hand away, allowed myself a little bit of a cool down, and watched as Whitney came down from her own orgasm. Watched as her hips lowered to the bed with Claude’s huge hands helping her. His hands pulled away from her ass, his face pulled away from her pussy, and his face was slick with her juices.
Whitney collapsed on the bed staring up at the ceiling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hands still held giant wads of the sheets gripped between her fingers. She had a shell shocked look on her face as though she couldn’t quite believe how intense that had been. I couldn’t quite believe how intense that had been!
It was amazing. I’d had several of the most intense sexual experiences of my life over the past couple of days, and it was the thought of my wife with another man, watching my wife with another man, that had delivered those experiences. I still didn’t know what the hell was going on, I still didn’t know what the hell was causing these feelings, but I also couldn’t deny the effect this fantasy had on me. After watching Whitney and that intense orgasm I couldn’t deny the effect it had on her.
We’d stumbled onto something amazing, but I had a feeling that part of the reason why it was so amazing was precisely because it was also so very dangerous. This was something that could threaten our relationship. This was something that could destroy our marriage even as it was getting started.
We were playing with fire, but I didn’t worry about it too much. Right now that fire was just providing one hell of an intense warmth. There was always the risk we could get burned, but that was a risk we would have to deal with.
Besides, I looked at her and Claude on the bed. It was too late to keep ourselves from getting burned even if we were getting dangerously close to the flame. Stepping right into it and putting our relationship through a trial by fire.
Finally Whitney seemed to regain some of her senses. She looked down and her eyes narrowed as she looked to Claude. He smiled up at her and then she pounced on him. She was a wild woman fueled by lust as she moved down and yanked him up. I blinked in surprise. I definitely hadn’t expected my petite wife to be able to push him around like that, and yet he calmly let her move him around. Hell, if I was in his situation I’d let her do whatever the hell she wanted, but the sight was still a strange one.
Whitney lifted him by the shoulders and pulled him up the bed. She threw him down and he landed against the sheets, landed against the pillow, landed against the bed that had so recently been our marriage bed. The bed where we consummated our marriage together. The place where we were now consummating our marriage, our relationship, a new stage for both of us, in a completely different way that had nothing to do with all of that forsaking all others bullshit. And yet somehow we were making it work so far.
I suppose that’s all that mattered.
It was a sight that would be burned into my memory forever as I watched my wife moving up the bed. Her tits hung pendulous and the tatters of her lingerie still fluttered around her. Some scraps were on the bed, but most of was still hanging around her. It was providing tantalizing glimpses of her body here and there while still covering her in other places. The sight was so incredibly erotic. Such a turn on!
Whitney’s hands locked around his waistband and then she was undoing the tie on his swim trunks. Pulling them down. His cock sprang free and my eyes widened right along with my wife’s. His cock was huge! I know they always say that it’s bigger on black men, but I’d always figured that was just a rumor.
I suppose it could still be a rumor, but whatever. It was obvious Claude was definitely on the far right end of the bell curve when it came to cock size. I wondered how my beautiful petite wife was going to be able to take that monster. As she looked at it cross eyed it was obvious she was wondering the same thing. That almost made me laugh. Except I didn’t because the last thing I wanted to do was ruin the moment.
Claude lifted his ass and she pulled his pants all the way off. He was completely naked in front of my wife. She might as well be completely naked. Sure she still had the tatters of her lingerie surrounding her, but she was completely exposed to him. My wife was in bed with another man, his massive cock jutting out, and she was completely naked.
The thought made me lightheaded. The thought almost made me feel drunk with lust. The thought made my cock twitch and I worried I might actually blow my load without even touching my dick! I had to carefully look away. Had to think about other things for a moment to prevent myself from blowing my load and completely ruining the experience.
When I looked back Whitney was back up between his legs. She let out a quiet whining noise that was halfway between a moan and a sigh as she looked down at his cock. I watched with fascination as her lips opened, as she moved down and enveloped just the head of his cock between her lips. I’d seen her give a blowjob to me a funny of times, but once again there was something about seeing it from this angle, something about watching lips that were usually wrapped around my cock encircling another guy’s cock that was turning me on so much. It was weird, it was wrong, it was hard to explain, but once again I couldn’t deny how turned on it was making me feel.
I fully expected her to try and give him a blow job, though I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to deep throat him the same way she’d deep throated me yesterday. I was no slouch in the cock department, but I was nothing compared to the monster between his legs! Only before she could really get started, before she could really start going to town on his cock, he reached down and put a finger on her chin. Pulled her up. Her lips pulled away from his cock with a pop and a trail of her saliva ran from her mouth to his dick as he smiled down at her, as she looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, curious as to what exactly he was doing.
I have to admit I was more than a little curious as well. I knew firsthand how incredible my wife’s mouth felt wrapped around my cock, and I was wondering what kind of self-control this man had that he was able to deny that incredible feeling. That he was able to pull her off of his dick like that!
Only his game became clear as he started pulling her up. She smiled and crawled over him on all fours. The sight of her petite white body, her tattered lingerie fluttering this way and that as she moved up, was incredible. And it was obvious what was happening now. He wasn’t wasting his time with a blowjob, oh no.
This was it. This was the moment. It was happening.
Another man was going to fuck my wife.
16: Moment of Truth
I’d almost expected this to happen as soon as he walked through the door. In my imagination last night and earlier today I saw him walking through the door, seeing my wife, and throwing her down on the bed and taking her right there without any foreplay. So the situation had played out a little differently, but now it was finally playing out.
Only in my imagination he’d been the one on top. Now that I’d gotten a good look at his cock, though, I could understand why he was letting her be on top for starters. She moved up and then they were even with one another. Whitney leaned down and they were making out again. His hands ran up and down her body. He groped at her tits, twisting and tweaking at her nipples as he massaged them. His hand moved down to her ass and gave it a squeeze which was met with an appreciative moan from my wife.
But the thing that had my attention, the thing I was zeroed in on with laser precision, was the way her ass was moving up and down as she hovered over him. The way she moved down and then her pussy was rubbing along the length of his cock. My wife’s pussy was rubbing against another man’s cock! I could see the slick trail she left behind.
It was intoxicating, it was entrancing, it was fascinating. It was, once again, as though I was watching the world’s greatest porno starring the most beautiful woman in the world.
Then her hand was reaching down, encircling his cock, pulling it up so the head of his dick was pointed directly at her pussy. I watched in fascination as she pressed down one more time, only this time instead of running up and down the length of his shaft the head pressed agains
t her and it was splitting her. He was pressing up inside her. Another man’s cock was inside my wife! I reached down and started stroking my cock again.
Whitney pulled away from the kiss and then she was staring down at him, her arms to either side of his head. She started breathing heavily and I wondered if she was going to be able to take all of his cock, and yet that monster was sliding inexorably up inside her.
A little more than halfway down she paused. She was still breathing heavily, a heavy breathing that came with little gasps and moans as well. I realized she’d slid down about to the point that would match the length of my own cock. This was probably as far as a cock had ever been inside her, and yet there were still several more inches to go.
Whitney sat there for a moment, catching her breath, steeling herself, and then once more she was descending. She gasped as his cock pressed up inside her to depths even I had never reached before. I stroked my own cock imagining what he must be thinking as my petite white wife, as her tight pussy, slid down his shaft. As her tight married pussy slid down his cock. As she violated the most forbidden taboo a married woman could and let another man fuck her.
Once again that thought was so fucking hot. Watching her fucking another man was so fucking hot!
Then she was down against his body. He was buried to the hilt. He was staring up at her with his eyes wide, and I could only imagine how he must be feeling. He went from flirting with a girl on the beach, a newlywed wife who he probably thought was completely off-limits, to lying back on a bed in one of the resort cabanas with his cock buried inside her. And only in the space of a couple of days. Of course I had no way of knowing if this was the first time he’d been with one of the guests, it probably wasn’t with him looking the way he did, but it was still hot.
Whitney pulled up and then moved down again. As she pulled up I caught a glimpse of his rock hard chocolate cock, slick with her juices, pulling out and then slamming home. Her tits bounced as she moved up and then down. She let out a gasp as she moved, as she took his entire shaft in one smooth stroke. She was still moving slowly, but with every stroke, she was picking up the pace. With every stroke it was becoming more and more obvious that she was getting turned on to the point that she wasn’t having any trouble taking that monster deep inside her.
After a few moments of her sliding in and out they were fucking with reckless abandon. He moved his hands up to her hips, up to her slim stomach, and then he was gripping her as she moved up and down. She was so petite, he was so big, that it almost looked like he could wrap his hands around her entirely. Not quite, but almost.
It was happening. It was finally happening! I leaned back in the chair and I couldn’t help but feel lightheaded. I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by that incredible sight. My petite wife was bouncing up and down on another man’s cock. His muscular body was thrusting up to meet her as she bore down on him. Her tits were bounced up and down, up and down, in a hypnotic dance as his cock slammed into her over and over. As another man pressed inside my wife, as another man fucked her married pussy. We’d only been married for less than a week and already she was letting another man to take her completely!
Shit!
I stroked my cock furiously. This sight was so incredible, so erotic, that I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Whitney was moaning louder than she had in any of our sessions this entire trip. Claude was grunting underneath her. They were moving in a dance and it was obvious to me that she was close. So very close.
Whitney started shuddering. Shuddering so much that her tits were almost vibrating along with the up-and-down bouncing motion every time she slammed home. Then she bore down on his massive cock one last time, grinding herself against his body, and her head was down, her hair was falling down over his surprised face as he looked up at her. She was shaking as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
Thankfully Claude seemed recognize what was happening. He held on at her waist and allowed her to ride that wave of pleasure. It was so odd and yet so hot watching my wife on top of another man, looking at her staring down at him. Listening to her gasps, her moans. Listening to her screams as another man’s cock made her come like that.
I was surprised Claude wasn’t coming as well. He had amazing self-control if he was able to see the look on her face, listen to the sounds she was making, experience her coming on him, feel her pussy grasping at his cock in that delicious way I knew so well, and yet not go over the edge himself.
For the second time that afternoon Whitney came down from one hell of an orgasm. She gasped for breath. Her breasts still shook as she took in deep ragged gasps. Her nipples pressed out. Her slim body shook as she regained control.
Then it was over and she was still sitting there with another man’s cock buried inside her. Another man who hadn’t come yet, but I needed to see it. Needed to see him empty himself inside her. Commit the ultimate taboo with my beautiful married slut.
Whitney glanced over to me. “Oh God Mike…”
She didn’t get anything other than that out though. Claude let out a growl and then they were flipping around. He was on top of Whitney. It was just as I had imagined. Just as I had been fantasizing about since I first saw him flirting with her on the beach a couple of days ago. She was so small, so sexy underneath him. He took her wrists in his massive hands. Held them over her, his massive black muscled body looking huge over my petite wife. Her tits rose and fell as she was still breathing heavily from the force of her orgasm.
Claude gave her a moment to get situated then he pulled out and slammed down. Her tits bounced. He pulled out and went in again. Again. In short order he was moving in and out of my wife at an impossible speed. He was pounding in and out of her so quickly that he was almost a blur. He grunted every time he bottomed out inside her, and she was starting to moan. Starting to gasp. Starting to give a repeat performance similar to what had happened just moments ago when she was on top.
I almost couldn’t believe it except I was seeing it playing out right in front of me. I was seeing it with my own two eyes. She was about to have her third orgasm of the evening! At least her third intense one of the evening. It looked like she’d been having a one blast of pleasure after another shooting through her body for most of the night.
It also looked like Claude was approaching the edge. His breath was coming in ragged gasps. His thrusting was becoming more erratic. Finally with a loud groan he threw his head back, buried himself as deep as he could possibly go inside my petite wife’s pussy, and it was happening. He was unloading deep inside her. His balls were pumping her full of his cum.
And that was all that was needed to send Whitney into a frenzy of pleasure. That was all that was needed to drive her wild. She wrapped her legs around him, her fair skin such a contrast against his dark skin, and pulled him against her. Pulled him as deep as he could go. She threw her head back screaming in time with his own bellows of pleasure.
I watched in rapt fascination at this scene playing out before me. It was so hot. It was such a turn on watching my wife getting off with another man. It was so hot knowing he was blowing his load inside her. It fueled my jealousy and my jealousy was fueling the fire of my desire. It was as though something was short-circuited in my brain and the part of me that was supposed to get white hot with anger was instead getting white-hot with arousal as I watched another man with my woman.
Of course if it felt this great then it was a strange short-circuiting that I was more than happy to welcome into my fantasy life. More than happy to welcome into reality as I saw my wife writhing under another man. As I saw her hips churning, her mouth opening and closing, her body shuddering and her tits bouncing on our marriage bed.
That was finally too much for me. I allowed myself to go over the edge. I’d been right there, I’d been holding off, but I finally gave my cock one final jerk and with a grunt of my own I blew my load all over my stomach. All over my body. I felt as though my entire essence was down between my legs, it w
as down where I held my cock in my hand. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the intensity of that orgasm washed over me.
I closed my eyes for a moment. Gave myself time to stop and catch my breath. Gave myself time to come down from the intense high I’d just experienced. From the intense orgasm I’d just experienced.
I opened my eyes and looked over to the bed where Claude had rolled off and collapsed at Whitney’s side. She was up on one elbow looking at me with a huge grin on her face. In that moment I thought she looked even more radiant, even more beautiful, than she had walking down the aisle. I smiled back at her. “I love you so much babe.”
Her grin widened. “Love you too.”
Claude popped up onto his own arm and grinned at me. He gave me a thumbs up. “Damn! You have to be my favorite tourists ever!”
I grinned. “I’m glad you had fun Claude,”
I glanced to Whitney and she raised an eyebrow. Nodded. Then she was doing that mind reading thing again. “But I don’t think the fun is over, not yet.”
Claude grinned. Whitney smiled. It looked like we had the beginnings of a very interesting evening on our hands.
17: Aftermath
Later that night we were together in the massive shower enjoying washing each other off. Whitney said she needed a shower after her fun with Claude and I was more than happy to hop in with her.
They’d fucked one other time before he left, but it hadn’t been as intense as the first time. Something told me that nothing was ever going to be as intense as that first incredible experience watching another man penetrate my wife, watching another man give my wife the ultimate pleasure like that.
That sight was something that was going to be burned into my memory forever.