The Hotel Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  The inside was really something, I have to say. Marble and dark hardwood and plush white sheets and pillows. But by far the most spectacular thing was the view.

  A floor to ceiling sliding door opened up onto the seemingly endless and shimmering blue waters of the coast of Jamaica.

  Thomas gave us the run down of when meals were served and what activities we could participate in at what times. Then he smiled and turned to go.

  “Oh, hold on a sec!” Piper said, rummaging in her clutch for her wallet. She pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to him. “Thanks so much!”

  It turned out that even Thomas’ professionalism couldn’t withstand Piper’s looks. A moment before he turned I watched his eyes rake down her body. As he looked back up our eyes met. There was nothing apologetic about his expression. He gave me a very calm nod, as if his appraisal of my wife right in front of me were an expected and normal part of every day life.

  I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to make him feel bad or spoil any part of Piper’s vacation. Also the now familiar pulse of lust coursed through me at his attention.

  He smiled at Piper again, nodded at me, then turned around and was gone.

  Piper spun around, threw her hands up, then wrapped them around my neck in a hug. “You are the best husband in the world, Tom Chance. She tilted her head and whispered the words into my ear then nibbled my lobe with her teeth.

  My cock began to swell.

  “You’re really sweet for doing this for me, you really are. I know you’re not super into beaches but I’m going to make sure you have just as good of a time here as I do.” Before the last words were out of her mouth she sank down to her knees in front of me and started undoing my belt.

  “Piper, wait!” I said trying to swat her hands away.

  “Ha!” Piper guffawed, paying no attention to my objections and pulling my pants down anyway.

  My cock rose in front of her, half-hard.

  “That’s not exactly the reaction I was expecting,” she purred. She wrapped her fist around my dick and brought it to her lips.

  “What if someone sees?” I asked.

  Piper shrugged. “Who cares? We’re on vacation. We’ll never see any of these people again. I say what happens in Montego Bay stays in Montego Bay.” Piper winked a split-second before she slipped me into the bliss of her hot, wet mouth.

  As I gazed down at her sucking on my cock and gazing up into my eyes, I felt as if something had changed about my wife. Not that Piper was a prude. She could let loose every once in a while. But the look she was giving me was not just letting loose.

  Piper looked like she’d been released into the wild.

  She sucked on my cock so hard that every once in a while it would pop out of her mouth with a filthy slurp. Each time it happened she gobbled it back into her mouth and began bouncing back and forth. She caressed my sack with her fingers.

  It wasn’t long before I felt a trickle of seed start to work its way through my shaft. I touched Piper’s cheek with my palm. “Baby,” I grunted. “Careful…I’m nearly there.”

  Piper popped off the head of my cock. “Fuck it,” she panted. “Just blow it into my mouth.” Then she swallowed me and started to suck and bounce back and forth like a porn star. She grabbed the base of my shaft with her other hand and started twisting around it with each bounce.

  The whole thing was so filthy I could barely believe it was happening. And letting me come in her mouth? What the fuck?

  My resolve ruptured and a blast of hot seed erupted into her mouth. That first one was fine but the second must have hit the back of her throat or something because Piper’s face twisted into the most hideously disgusted expression.

  She popped off my cock gagging but kept stroking me with her hand, bless her heart.

  Another shot of seed went flying through the air and into her hair as she kept her head turned, hand over her mouth to keep herself from throwing up.

  My climax dried up and I softened in her hand. As soon as I did Piper stood up and rushed off to the bathroom. I heard the sounds of spitting and gurgling and more spitting before Piper walked back out.

  “I’m sorry,” she said with a saddened smile. “I thought I’d try. I just got so excited that we were here. I guess I’m still not really a fan of the taste of cum!”

  I smiled at the way she giggled about it. “It’s okay. Sorry that happened.”

  Piper waved it away. “It’s fine. Now. Was that a good start to our vacation?” she asked.

  “I guess so,” I said with a laugh. I pulled my pants back up.

  “Good. Then let’s hit the beach!”

  Chapter 3

  Piper’s blow job placated me for only a short time. As soon as we wandered out onto the beach I began to feel the faint tickle of jealousy rising inside me again. Not at all the fat-as-walrus white dudes sunning themselves on the sand.

  It was the Jamaican hotel staff weaving between them, waiters and towel boys making sure that everyone had what they needed.

  Piper found us a spot on two very fancy cabana chairs with an umbrella over top of them. We settled in and I picked up the book I’d brought when Piper turned to me with a bottle of sun-tan lotion. “Can you get my back? I forgot to ask back in the room. Sorry.” Sad frown.

  I sighed and started to haul myself up to help her when, seemingly out of nowhere, one of the towel-boys materialized. “I’m happy to help,” he said, taking the tan lotion from Piper. “If that’s alright?” he asked, looking straight at me.

  The question caught me off guard. It was Piper he was going to be applying the lotion to, why was he asking me if it was alright? He was just a young buck and the question almost came off as a challenge.

  Would I be petty enough to disallow another man from applying lotion to my wife?

  It twisted the knife of jealousy right into my gut and gave it a painful twist. “Uh…sure. Yeah. No problem.”

  Piper shot me a look of shock that quickly turned into a half-mouthed smile. She lay down on her stomach on the chair, her head turned to one side so she was watching me.

  I immediately wanted to take back what I’d said. From the way she was watching me it seemed that Piper took my saying “yes” as some sort of signal. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it now but I knew I would have to explain myself later.

  In the meantime I couldn’t help but stare at the dark hands working the white cream into Piper’s pale flesh. Nor could I control the blood that rushed to my cock at the sight. I began to harden and had to place my book strategically over my swim trunks to cover up the bulge.

  The towel-boy squeezed another dollop of lotion into his hand. The nearly empty bottle emitted a filthy farting sound. He smiled and warmed the cream up by rubbing it in his hands. “I’ll make sure to bring another one over,” he said. Then he put his hands on Piper’s toned legs and began to rub the lotion in.

  This was even more tantalizing for me. Piper had already applied lotion to her legs. I’d watched her do it back in the room. But instead of telling towel-boy that, she let him massage her thighs.

  I became uncomfortably hard as I watched the man’s hands ride up her thigh, dangerously close to her pussy. Piper emitted a soft sigh.

  When he was done, towel-boy stood up, picked up the empty lotion bottle and turned to go.

  “Wait,” Piper said. “I didn’t bring my wallet. What’s your name?”

  “Simon,” the man replied with a smile.

  “Thanks, Simon. I really appreciate it,” Piper said, smiling back.

  “The pleasure was all mine,” Simon replied.

  He turned and left before I could deduce whether he had meant it the way it came across. Had he really been thinking about what a pleasure it was to touch my wife’s beautiful legs, to come so close to touching her pussy? Or had it just been an absently chosen remark?

  I nearly laughed out loud. Of course he had been thinking about what a pleasure it was. What guy wouldn’t? Piper was gorgeou
s and probably the only thing he could think of was getting between those thighs.

  My cock throbbed.

  “So?” Piper whispered. “You like that, tiger?”

  I shook my head. “Piper, baby, no. It’s not like that. I just didn’t want to seem jealous by telling him to stay away from your back.”

  “And my legs?” Piper asked.

  “And your legs.”

  “Even though you knew I had lotion on them already?”

  “What?” I asked. A thrill pulsed through me at being called out.

  “You watched me put lotion on my legs back in the room. But you didn’t stop him. You wanted to watch him didn’t you?”

  “No…what?!? That’s crazy. Come on. Why didn’t you stop him anyways?”

  Piper shrugged. “’Cause I liked it.”

  Another potent shot of jealousy made my fingers and toes tingle. “You what? You liked another man touching your legs?”

  Piper smiled. “That and I liked watching you watch it. Good thing you brought that book,” she said, nodding at the book in my lap.

  There was no hiding now. It was clear that Piper new about my erection. Still, I didn’t want her thinking that I wanted this to go on any farther than it already had. “Look, fine. I don’t know what it is but there’s something that turns me on about thinking about you with another guy. But that’s all it is. Just a fantasy. I don’t…I really don’t think doing anything about it is a good idea.”

  Piper didn’t seem to buy my explanation. She studied me for a while before asking the question. “Tom?”

  “What’s up?”

  “Can I show you something?”

  “Sure. What is it?”

  “I want to show you how wet I am.”

  Holy crap.

  “Piper!” I hissed. “We’re on a public beach!”

  Piper shrugged. She wriggled her hips and spread her thighs apart. “So? Who cares? I told you I’m on vacation. I’ll never see any of these people again. Besides people do this stuff on the beach all the time. It’s not like you’re going to have sex with me. Just touch me. I want you to feel how wet I am.”

  It was difficult to resist a request like that. I peered around the edge of the umbrella to see if anyone was coming. The coast was clear.

  I slipped two fingers past the elastic of Piper’s bathing suit. The lips of her pussy were slathered in fresh hot juice. My eyes popped open in shock.

  I couldn’t believe my wife, my Piper, was lying on a public beach telling me to touch her so I could feel how wet Simon had made her. Something about the beach or the sun or being on vacation had certainly changed her.

  Maybe it was the fact that this was supposed to be a last hurrah, the big vacation before finally settling down and growing up. Whatever it was, Piper was on fire because of it.

  I pulled my hand away and wiped it off on my shorts.

  Piper laughed.

  Simon popped his head around the umbrella, smiling. “I brought some more lotion. Let me know if you need a hand getting it on.” He winked at Piper, smiled at me, then disappeared.

  Piper rolled onto her side. She put her hand on my stomach and let it slide down and into my shorts.

  “Piper!” I hissed again.

  She just laughed. “Oh my God relax already. Who turned you into Reggie-rules? No one’s going to see and if they do they’re not going to say a thing about it. Oh my God, Tom! You’re so hard!” she gasped.

  She clutched my cock in a tight fist and started to pump. Every once in a while she would glance over my shoulder to make sure no one was coming. She bit her lip and stared at me. “What do you think, baby?” she asked quietly. “Would you let Simon fuck me?”

  The question tightened every muscle in my body. My cock hardened in Piper’s hand and began to spew.

  Piper’s jaw dropped at my orgasm. She pumped me through it but she was staring at me in disbelief. When I’d finished she pulled her hand out of my trunks. It was coated in my sticky jizz. Piper wiped it off on a fresh towel and lay down on her back. She put her sunglasses on and smiled.

  “Piper?” I said, still panting.

  Piper shook her head. “Wow,” was all she said.

  Wow was right.

  Chapter 4

  We spent the rest of the day on the beach. I did my best to read my book but had a hard time concentrating. All I could think about was what had happened with Simon and what Piper had said. I’d read a few paragraphs then realize I had no idea what I’d just read and go back. It went on like that for hours while Piper snoozed in the sun next to me.

  She finally woke up when the sun was hanging low in the sky. She looked at me with a sleepy smile. “Dinner?”

  Dinner sounded great.

  We walked back to the suite and showered. The shower was huge and had four shower heads. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Piper and pretty soon I was hard again.

  Piper laughed when she saw my erection. “Wow. You’re really pushing your luck there buddy!”

  I blushed. “It’s hard when you’ve got such a hot wife.”

  Piper giggled again and looked at my cock. “It certainly is. Let’s wait ‘till after dinner though, okay? I’m starving.”

  We finished showering, dressed, then made our way across the water and the sand to the main building where dinner was being served.

  The outdoor dining room looked out onto the ocean. There were tiki torches burning in the sand surrounding it. There was a small pond in the center with candles floating on pods. It created quite an ethereal effect.

  Our waiter was once again a handsome black man who introduced himself as Bastian. He had obviously spent a lot of time training for the position because his professionalism was second to none.

  Still, even he succumbed to Piper’s charms. I caught him stealing glances at her a few times when she wasn’t watching. One time he even saw that I was watching but didn’t look embarrassed at all. He just gave me a nod. Almost as if he were congratulating me on my beautiful wife.

  I spent a good part of dinner mulling over this thought. Piper babbled on and on about how amazing the food was and how happy she was she didn’t have to cook and clean.

  We finished a bottle of wine, then had apple rum digestif.

  The whole time I thought about the way Bastian had looked at me after I’d caught him checking Piper out. My gaze wandered around the room. Once I started paying attention I realized that most men were in the process of constantly checking women out.

  Their eyes would lazily glide from their partner to some other table, often ours. They’d linger on the sight of Piper chatting and laughing. Their gaze would roam down her body, drinking in the sight of her exposed legs, then wander back up and settle on her breasts.

  Some instinct would alert them to the fact that I was watching. Our eyes would meet and one of two things would happen. Either they would look away, embarrassed at having been caught checking out my wife, or they would give me that nod, the same one Bastian gave me.

  What was really unsettling but deeply arousing was the fact that I knew these men were watching Piper and thinking about sex. They were sitting there across from their girlfriends and their wives imagining what it would be like to suck on her nipples or shove their cocks between her legs.

  I grew harder and harder beneath the table until, by the time it was time to head back to the room, I was so stiff that I worried if I stood up everyone would see my erection.

  Piper leaned forward, elbows on the table, fingers interlaced. She rested her chin on them. “So?” she asked, her voice sultry and slightly drunk. “Ready for some fun?”

  “Uh…yeah. Sure. Maybe just give me another minute?”

  Piper tilted her head to one side and furrowed her brow. “Why?” she asked.

  I pretended to yawn. “Wah! It’s just so nice here. I just want to enjoy the view a little more,” I said, looking out onto the darkening ocean.

  Piper gave me a funny look. She leaned back in her chair, folded
her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow.

  Suddenly I felt her foot sweep up between my legs. She placed her big toe directly at the base of my rigid cock and pressed.

  My cock lurched. I gasped.

  The couple at the table next to us glanced over but didn’t seem to notice anything amiss and returned to their conversation.

  Piper, one eyebrow still raised, mouthed the word “wow.”

  I reached down and removed her foot from my cock, hot as it was. I wasn’t really into the public display’s of affection and I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s dinner. “You’re not helping,” I whispered.

  “I’m not trying to help,” Piper shot back.

  It took a few minutes and a good amount of squeezing my ass cheeks together but I got the hard-on down to a manageable size. Enough so that we could discreetly leave the room.

  I stood up, walked around the table and helped Piper with her chair, then offered her an arm.

  She took it and smiled at me. Together we made our way out of the dining area and out towards the sea.

  “Wanna walk in the surf for a bit?” Piper asked. She was gazing out into the inky darkness that was creeping across the ocean.

  “Sure,” I replied. We walked to the shore and started wandering towards our suite, the gentle waves splashing against our feet.

  “So?” Piper asked after a while. She squeezed my arm.

  “So? So what?”

  She looked up at me and smiled. “So what were you thinking about in there that got you so hard?”

  I shrugged. “Just having dinner with my beautiful wife.”

  “Tom,” Piper said with a disbelieving grimace. “Really? You think I’m going to believe that?”

  I thought for a while, then sighed. What was I trying to hide from anyways? Piper was right. This was our last big vacation, the final hurrah. Maybe it would be okay to go a little wild?

  The thought sent an electric burst of energy sizzling through me. Was I really contemplating this? Was I actually thinking about allowing Piper to be with another man?