A Week at the Beach: A Hotwife Romance (15 page)

It was extraordinarily hot, seeing two men paying attention to her like that.

"So, brother? You having a good time?" Bastian plopped himself back down on the seat next to me.

I looked over and nodded again. He smiled. It was reassuring to see. I took a gulp of the drink he'd handed me, then turned to stare some more.

They were peeling her clothes off now. Her top was almost off and one of her breasts was hanging out from beneath it. Her hair covered her face. All I could hear were the sounds of her wetness as Jaymal kept at her with his fingers, and the soft moans she made as Douglas suckled on her breasts.

Pulling her up and off the couch, Jaymal pulled her top off. She fell back lazily and spread her legs enough for me to see the soft mound between her legs. It was soaked with excitement.

I wanted to pull myself out but it would have been ridiculous, with Bastian right there. All I could do was watch what they were doing to her and suffer in aching silence.

Her nipples were redder now, raw from the affection they'd received. I could tell she wanted to come from the way she was moving. I watched her hips squirm, trying to find the perfect place they could for that big black hand between her thighs. They weren't about to give it to her just yet, though.

"Come on baby, let's see how you suck a dick," Jaymal rumbled, pulling his hand out from in between her legs.

It wasn't that he'd said it that made my eyes go wide, it was how she reacted to it. It was like the fog of the dope she'd smoked lifted all at once. She scrambled off the couch, onto her knees and started tugging at his belt. She couldn't wait for it. She couldn't wait for the taste of that big, black cock inside her mouth. She couldn't wait for what he would do to her afterwards, if she was a good little girl.

So I watched wide-eyed as my good little girl became theirs. Once she'd undone his belt, she tugged at the jeans he was wearing, clawed at them. She was hungry. She was hungry for it all, hungry for them.

His half-stiff cock swung out, ready for her mouth. She didn't ease herself onto it, or lick it or tease him. She gobbled that fucking cock down as far as she could, right away.

"You should move over here, brother. It's a hell of a view!" Bastian said, shuffling to one side. I shuffled with him. He was right, it was a hell of a view. She pushed her blonde curls up and tucked them behind her ear. She might have done it for me, it didn't matter if she hadn't. It gave me the perfect view of her little mouth being stretched by that growing piece of flesh.

She looked up and into his eyes as she sank down onto him with her mouth. She took him as deeply as she could, but he was still only three quarters of the way in. He had a big cock. Probably eight or nine inches. It was hard to tell with that much of it buried inside Samantha's throat.

She came off, took a deep breath, then sank back onto him again until I saw she couldn't take any more.

"Come on baby, just a little more," he mumbled as I watched him put a hand to the back of her head.

Another wave of disbelief washed over me at the fact that I was letting this happen to my wife. My beautiful little Samantha! She was about to have a cock pushed into her throat, probably deeper than any cock had ever gone! What the hell was wrong with me?!?

I heard her gag a little as I saw him start to press her down. He eased up, letting her relax, open around him. He felt it, too, because he smiled and said, "That's it, baby." Then I watched her eat those last two inches of his meat, watched them disappear inside her. "Damn!" he mumbled, making me realized what was happening.

She was doing it. She was doing that thing to him. She was milking his cock for cum with the muscles in her throat. Fuck, did I ever want to take myself in hand and stroke one out. It was driving me mad! I was almost grateful that Bastian was right there beside me, keeping me in check.

She came off slowly. As slowly as he'd pressed her on, but when the tip of him popped out she sucked in a huge lungful of air as a strand of drool and bile swung between her lips and his dick. My little Samantha. A good little whore.

"Let me try some of that," I heard Douglas say. My cock flexed, pressing against my shorts. I'd had such tunnel vision watching her take that shaft inside her, I'd almost forgotten he was there.

She burst into giggles, wiping her mouth and moving towards him on her knees. The two men started chuckling. It felt a little weird, all three of them laughing like that. I couldn't really get into it, but no one seemed to mind me and I didn't mind that at all.

She took him in hand and stroked him for a while, licking up his shaft a couple of times. He stared at her the same way Jaymal had, stiffening at the sight of a little blonde doll working him like that. When she rose up and onto him, she looked like she'd turned into a porn star.

Her head moved up and down the first few inches of him at first, her hand twisting at the base of his cock, warming him up. She stared at him the whole time.

I'm not sure if that was the hottest or most disconcerting thing about the whole thing. The way she
looked
at them. Like she knew exactly what they needed from her eyes. When she finally pressed him deep into her mouth, she had to look down. This time, she didn't need any help taking him in one go.

She slid down slowly. I saw the muscles in her throat open and squeeze, open and squeeze as she swallowed that black snake. Douglas must have had a little less experience or resolve or something, because his hips rose up of the couch and he grunted loudly as her chin touched his sack. When she started his massage, he let out a loud groan and sank back down, his eyes closing.

Did that ever want to make me nut.

The three of them burst into laughter as his cock popped out of her mouth. She took another lungful of air, then they all started laughing. Bastian chuckled next to me. I wasn't sure how to feel about it but as soon as I saw his smile, it kind of infected me too.

"Relax, brother," Bastian said, putting a hand on my shoulder, "it's just the boys aren't used to that kind of treatment. You're one lucky husband!"

"Shit, you're telling me," I whispered and turned to look at Samantha. She was smiling at me with an eyebrow raised, like she was wondering if everything was okay.

"So? What do you say? Should we move this party to the bedroom and have some real fun?"

I turned to him. He still had on that same, easy smile. There was no malice here. Everyone just wanted to have a good time.

"You know, it's up to my wife," I said, looking over at her again.

"What do you say, my dear?" Bastian asked as the guys stroked their cocks behind her. I could tell what they were hoping for.

"Let's all have some fun!" she said, beaming. She stood up, her beautiful breasts bouncing and swaying. I wanted to rush over there and touch them. I wanted to cup them in my hands the way the guys had, I wanted to suck on this little nipples and make her squirm and moan.

We all got up and headed to the other room.

Samantha turned to face the four of us, standing by the edge of the bed. Some of the haze of her high seemed to have subsided. She seemed more lucid now. "So? What's next?" she asked, shrugging and putting her palms up in the air. My innocent little girl.

Jaymal and Douglas had taken their clothes off next to me. I couldn't help looking up and down their well-muscled bodies. I turned to see her staring at them, too.

"What's next is I want a taste of that sweet little pussy," Jaymal said, stepping towards her. As soon as she got to where she was standing, he leaned down and tasted each of those sweet nipples again, then lowered her onto her back onto the bed. Hooking his fingers under the elastic of her skirt, he pulled it away, together with the soaked underwear she'd been wearing.

Now the only thing she had on were the black high heeled sandals she'd put on and that looked hot as all fucking hell.

He knelt in front of her, a devout cleric preparing to worship at the altar of her cunt.

Her legs opened for him so easily as he pulled her close. She looked down her body, between those two, toned stems and watched his lips press against her mound. She couldn't keep herself propped up as the sensation of his tongue plying at her soft folds overwhelmed her. She fell back and started writhing gently on the bed.

He at her like that. I watched his bright, pink tongue lapping up the juices that were coming from her slit. Every once in a while I'd catch a glimpse of her flexing hole. I bet she ached for something inside her now. I bet she couldn't wait to feel his cock.

"Holy shit," Jaymal said, pressing a finger up against her clit and rubbing as he came off her. "Princess tastes like fucking
candy
." He pushed her legs up, exposing her tight back hole and lowered his mouth so he could taste that part of her, too.

Douglas stepped up beside her curling form and crawled on his knees up onto the bed. She grabbed him right away, opened her mouth and let him sink his cock inside.

I just stood there, slack-jawed and staring as these two dark men defiled my wife.

"Come on brother, let's join in the fun!" Bastian said, shaking me from my stupor. He was undoing his belt and I watched his pants fall to the floor as he pulled off his shirt.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure of what to make of what he'd said.

"I mean, you're not just gonna stand there, are you? Let's get in there!"

To be honest, I'd never even considered the possibility. It wasn't that I was uncomfortable with the idea, I guess I'd just thought everyone else would be. I practically jumped out of my clothes at his suggestion and we both walked over to the bed.

Bastian climbed up and onto the other side as I stood and watched. She took him in her hand, stroking him while she sucked Douglas and worked his balls. For a while I just stood and watched, until Jaymal had had his feel of eating at her ass. When he came up between her legs, I leaned in close to watch.

There she was, just a fragile, delicate little thing. Her blonde curls looked like a halo around her head.

The other men paused to watch as Jaymal pried her apart with his finger and put his cock against her cunt.

Samantha seemed to startle at the feel of it between her legs. She looked down her body, trying to watch it disappear into her tight, pink flesh.

I had myself in hand now. I started to stroke when the panic raced through me again. Why hadn't I asked her? Why hadn't I asked her if she'd put it in, if she was on birth control? The question rattled around in my head as I watched Jaymal's cock collecting up her juice, getting ready to spear into my wife.

At the heart of it, though, I knew the answer. The terrifying yet thrilling answer. I didn't want to know. I wanted, somehow, to believe that there was a risk there. I wanted to think there was a risk that their potent black seed, the seed they'd soon by pumping deep inside her would give her what I hadn't been able to and that she'd swell with life.

The realization sent a bolt of anguish searing through me. It also made me hard as hell.

The two of them were holding her legs now, Bastian and Douglas, on either side of her. Jaymal was getting ready to push himself inside. She moaned and tilted her pussy towards him.

"You like that baby? You like the feeling of that cock?" he asked.

"Oh fuck yes!" Samantha swore, arching off the bed, trying to get herself closer to him. They held her fast.

"You want some of that cock inside you, baby?" Jaymal asked.

"Oh please!" she begged, breathless.

"You gotta ask me nicely. Tell me what you want."

"Oh fuck Jaymal, I want your big, black cock inside me. Please put that big, black cock into my little white cunt!"

The three men grinned at each other, then at me as they heard her say it. I was busy trying not to blow my load.

Jaymal didn't make her beg any more than that. Putting a dark hand against the inside of her thigh, he guided the head of his cock down her slit and pushed himself unceremoniously into her hole.

I was so close, I could her wetness opening for him. She moaned. Her head fell back onto the mattress. I watched her thighs shake a little, the muscles in her stomach tense.

He showed no mercy. He didn't stop and pull himself half-out or make sure she was wet enough to take him, though she was plenty soaked. No. He drove his black junk as deep into her cunt as he could get it that first time. She moaned again. They stretched her wider.

He was almost all the way in when he stopped.

"Fuck, Jaymal," she pleaded, "I think you're too big. I don't think I can take it all!"

He just grinned and put his hands down onto her waist, holding onto her tight. With a final thrust he squeezed the last inch of himself into her, deep into her tiny, little cunt.

I swear I heard her stretch. I swear I heard the wet sounds of him open that part of her that had until now been unused. It was very hard, standing there, not to come.

Then they all started fucking her at once. Jaymal started to fuck her between the legs. The other two had let go of her ankles and her white legs now ran up and down the sides of his smooth, black body each time he rutted into her.

Her face was anguished joy as he drove his black shaft into her. She clung to the two cocks on either side of her, stroking them when she could. They'd put themselves inside her mouth every now and again but I could tell that most of her attention was in between her legs, where Jaymal was. The two of them, Bastian and Douglas, finally stepped away and she was left with only Jaymal, fucking her to pleasure.

I'll never forget the look in her eyes when the two of them were alone, finally. I'll never forget the way her arms wrapped around his neck. For a second I got uncomfortable, not because it was some lewd thing they were doing, no. It looked like they were making love.

She stared into his eyes and he slowed his hips, working himself into her in a softer, more gentle way. Her legs still sailed along his skin, but more slowly now as they held each other's gaze.

A shiver of jealousy ran through me at seeing that, I have to say. It's one thing to see a man plow into your wife, quite another to see him making love to her that way.