A Week at the Beach: A Hotwife Romance (3 page)

She turned her eyes away and frowned. Then she scowled. When she looked back at me, it didn't look good.

"Samantha. You look as if I've just told you I want a divorce. I want to take you on a vacation. You do understand the difference, don't you?"

When it started to ebb, she looked away from the thing and up at me. "Andrew! I want to...make you happy too..." she said, panting. Her voice was shy.

I started to pull the thing from her but she clutched my arm.

"No," she whispered. "Leave it there."

My eyes went wide in disbelief as she pulled me up and towards her face. She'd done this three times, gone down on me. Twice for birthdays and once when she'd had too much wine. I don't think she remembered the third. I couldn't believe what was happening as she tore at my belt buckle and pulled at my zipper.

My cock sprang out and surprised her. It was about half the size of the black dildo. I looked down her body. Her dress had fallen slightly, but I could still see the giant thing stuffed inside her, black against her skin.

When she pulled me close I had to stop my fall with a hand on the bed frame. I groaned as she took me in her mouth.

I felt her tongue sliding around the head of my cock as she explored me. The heat that had made her come was lingering inside her cheeks, surrounding me. She moved slowly, watching me for my reaction as I watched the dildo, still inside her, swaying gently as she moved.

I felt the precum trickle out. I wondered if she'd think it was gross. I didn't care. I couldn't tear my eyes off the black dildo that wiggled slightly with the waning pulses of her pleasure.

"Oh Sam!" I groaned, unable to keep my hips from thrusting at her. I heard her gurgle, then choke slightly. I pulled out, terrified I'd hurt her. "Are you alright?"

Her eyes were on my cock and her hand was pulling me towards her again. I shook my head with disbelief, but didn't resist. With another moan, I pushed myself inside her hot, wet mouth.

I felt cum pooling at the base of my shaft. It was indescribably hot, what was happening.

A thought flashed through my mind. An image I'd only thought of in the darkest parts of night, while she slept beside me. It was a fantasy I'd harboured since we'd met. Of course I'd never told her.

As I closed my eyes, I saw the body of a black man, pressing in between her thighs. It shook me to my core.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" I breathed, my voice tight with pleasure. I pulled out as the first spurt of white seed pulsed from my cock. I looked down to see it lash across her cheek. I let out another groan.

She tugged at me, hungry. I let her take me in her mouth. Right before she did, another throb sent cum splattering across her cheeks. She looked up at me and started to suck.

"Oh fuck..." I rumbled as the feeling of her coaxing cum from me rippled through my body. I pressed into her, felt the back of her throat.

Still, she kept sucking me. I looked down. Her eyes were desperate. I looked between her legs. That thick dark cock was still pushed into her. When I looked back at her, I felt her hand between my legs. Then her fingers on my balls.

"Fuuuck!" I cried as the last of what I had was milked from me by her gentle fingers. I just lay there, watching her caress my sack, making my cock bounce with what little I had left to give.

I almost fell as I tried to get off the bed with my pants around my ankles. I staggered back and fell into the chair in the corner. I sat there, panting.

She was staring at me, one cheeks covered with my seed. As I watched her in quiet disbelief she opened her mouth. A trickle of my white cum dribbled from her lips, onto the crumpled bed covers. She closed her lips.

In an unwitting act of erotic artistry, she swallowed, then opened her mouth to show me.

My cock bounced in my lap again.

She giggled.

It was going to be a good vacation.

Chapter 3

The airport was crowded and noisy. Construction on the new terminal was six months late and the old one seemed to be bursting at the seams with people.

I saw her start to panic the moment we were pulled aside for secondary bag inspection. She looked at me with those big, fearful eyes.

To be honest, it was difficult not to laugh. As soon as they'd waved us aside, I knew what was in store. No matter how well I'd tried to hide that dildo, it was going to be found. Right in front of us, it was going to be found and examined. I couldn't have hoped for who would find it though. That part was just dumb luck.

"Anything to declare?" the security officer asked. He was a big black man in a crisp, white shirt. He ran his blue gloved hands around the suitcase, searching for the zipper.

I shook my head, trying to hide my excitement at what was about to happen. I felt Samantha squeeze my hand in desperation. I squeezed back. He must have noticed.

He glanced, first at me, then back at her. I watched his eyes. I got what I wanted. It was an instant, no more. If I hadn't been watching closely, I would have missed it. But I'd been watching men closely around my wife for as long as we'd been married. Just to see that reaction.

His eyes ran up and down her body, pausing at the pert shelf of her breasts. They followed the line of her waist weaving into the dip her hips made. They stopped at the roundness of her ass, perfectly displayed by the tights she was wearing. She always chose to fly in comfort rather than style. I didn't mind, even if some of the other business class snobs did. It only took a glance at her perfectly proportioned body for the men to stop caring. The women were the one's who seemed to mind the most.

He looked at me right after he'd finished checking her out. Now he was checking me out. To see if I'd seen.

I smiled back at him. He lowered his eyes and went to work.

I watched his hands shuffling through our clothes, pulling out underwear and shirts and bikinis, searching for contraband. Excitement gripped me as I watched him moving closer to the implement. I couldn't help but glance between his legs, wondering if his girth were a match for the one in my suitcase.

Samantha squeezed my hand so hard I thought it might cut off my circulation.

Suddenly his expression changed to interest. I saw the exact moment his fingers touch the tender hardness. He raised an eyebrow.

He probably got quite a thrill. I'm sure he thought he'd found something of note, something illicit, or something criminal.

I saw him glance at one of the guards standing to the side. He stepped forward. He was a tall man, also dressed in a crisp white shirt and a navy blue cap with an insignia on it.

I looked over at Samantha. It looked like she was going to pee herself. She'd put the dildo in the suitcase herself. I'd even thought of telling her I could put it in mine. Mischief got the better of me. I was glad it had. This was much more fun.

The blue-gloved hand pulled at the thing, moving it out from beneath the pile of messy clothes. The harsh fluorescent lights made the veins on it stand out even more.

Our dark inspector stopped as soon as he realized what it was. I looked at him, watching his face. Samantha had turned her eyes down towards the floor. I knew her cheeks were burning. There might be hell to pay for this later. Maybe.

He looked at her again, then at me. I shrugged. The corner of his mouth curled into the shadow of a smirk. He looked at her again, letting his eyes linger on all her softest parts a little longer this time.

Oh God, what a thrill that was. Just imagining what he was thinking. He was a big brute of a man, well-muscled too. I couldn't stop the image as it formed in my mind. His big, hulking, black body moving in between Samantha's soft, flawlessly white thighs.

I conjured up an image of her face. What would her expression be? Would she be terrified? Or would she react the same way she had to the dildo, as soon as she saw his cock? Would she spread her legs wide and let him in.

It sent a shudder through me and despite my best efforts, I felt my cock twitch. I wondered if he'd seen it.

Moving slowly, he put the dildo back into the suitcase. He didn't bury it under the pile of clothes, though. He set it right on top. I watched his eyes. He was watching Samantha.

"Whose bag is this?" he asked calmly, as if he understood my game.

"It belongs to my wife," I answered, a little too quickly.

He nodded, again, as if he understood. "Ma'am. Could I get you to go ahead and close this up, please?" he asked, pushing the suitcase towards her on the table.

"Yes, of course," Samantha whispered.

My cock jumped again at the way she moved. She stepped forward slowly, like she was trying to keep her legs close together. I'd seen her walk like that before. She did it when she was embarrassed of the wetness in between her thighs.

As she pulled the suitcase closer to the edge of the table to close it, the black thing teetered, then began to roll off the mound of clothes and towards her. She caught it right before it fell.

She gasped as her fingers tightened around the veiny black shaft. Her eyes were fixed on it. Her cheeks burned red.

He was staring at her. I looked at him and his eyes were glued to the sight of her pretty little hand, those dainty fingers clinging to that dark column of imitation flesh.

I didn't think she'd do it. I thought she'd crawl under the table, or run to the bathroom, or maybe just sink into the ground. She didn't. She looked at him instead.

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe Samantha, my doe-eyed, demure damsel, stared right back at that guy.

Their eyes met. She held his gaze. I don't know for how long, I was completely swallowed by the heat of it. I stood there staring at their silent exchange.

She looked away first but I'll never forget that glance between them. When I think back on it, that was the moment I became sure of it, sure of what I wanted. It made me certain that my private fantasy to come to life.

I wanted to see Samantha with another man.

A big, black man.

Chapter 4

The resort was perched on a hill, surrounded by lush green forest. The view from the window was of the beach. The groomed white sand seemed to stretch to the horizon. Past that, the sea. A calm, turquoise gently undulating thing, that shimmered in the sun.

I watched Samantha's shoulders relax as she stood on the balcony, taking it all in.

I'd tried my best to mate with her on the plane, or get as close to it as I could. I'd put a blanket up between us and managed to get my hand between her thighs to confirm how wet her pussy was from the encounter at the security gate. I didn't get much farther.

A passing stewardess had glanced our way and it had spooked Samantha enough that she would have no more of my advances for the rest of the flight.

So I had sat there, my cock painfully stiff, and tried to think of baseball.

Now that I had her in the room, I intended to take my husbands right. I pressed up behind her and kissed her neck.

But now, standing in that room looking through the balcony window at the view outside, I felt the urge to try again.

"Do you regret coming, my love?" I teased, massaging her shoulders.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, staring out over the vast expanse of blue. A warm breeze blew up from the ocean, making my skin prickle. My cock stiffened again, as I worked her shoulders with my hands. "How will you ever thank me?" I added with a smile. I was pressing my luck a bit.

Three days of daytime sex in a row. Unprecedented. We
were
on vacation, though. She tilted her head to one side. I saw one corner of her soft smile.

"Oh Andrew! Is that all you think about?" she asked. She didn't push me away though. It was a good omen.

"Mostly. Except when I'm practising law. Then I think about law for a few minutes here and there and this for the rest of the time." I let the moment linger, felt us both relaxing in the breeze. "So? What do you say?" I asked, "Shall we start our vacation?"

"Andrew," she said, turning around to face me.

"Yes, my love?" I asked.

"What did you mean by it?"

"Mean by what?"

She had a curious smile on, like she'd become a different person here in the sun.

"What did you mean by buying that thing?"

I smiled as I realized what she was talking about. "You mean the dildo?" I teased, knowing it would make her shy.

"Yes. The dildo." Nothing shy in her response. Her voice was calm and even.

My eyes grew wide at her response. It was a little hard to believe Samantha had said that just then. "I see you lost your embarrassment about it at the airport?" I came back, still trying to make her squirm.

She just kept staring at me with that half-smile. "I suppose."

My stomach twisted a little at the way she was talking. This was not quite the Samantha I was used to.

I was used to being in charge with her. I was used to coaching her, letting her know what I thought she should do. Having her staring at me like that was a little...disconcerting.

Forcing a smile, I charged ahead. "So what do you say? To my suggestion? Shall we start our vacation off right?"

She pulled away then brushed past me. I turned to watch her walk. Her body seemed to sway more, like a palm tree in a breeze.

I gasped as she began pulling off her shirt. She didn't just yank it off, either. She tugged at the hem and I watched as the tight fabric rolled up her body, slowly revealing each inch of her. Something had definitely gotten into my Samantha.

I moved towards her, put my hands around her now nude waist. The heat of her skin travelled through my palms, down my trunk and settled in between my legs..

"Wait," she said, "go get it."

"Get what?" I asked, mind muddy with arousal.

"The dil-do, dummy!" she chirped.

I took a step back and shook my head. What a change from just the day before when she'd turned beet red at the mention of it. Could it have been the sudden sun? Did she have a fever? A ripple of excitement travelled through me. Of course I wanted her to like it but I'd thought that maybe this time it could be just the two of us.