Heather was the first woman I’d ever met who had a sex drive as strong as mine. This was not the reason I married her, but it had a lot to do with why she still held me spellbound after eight years together. I’d always had a private fantasy of watching her with someone else to see that voracious sexual appetite of hers in action as her delectable body responded to the attention of another man. I thought about it almost every time we had sex, finally confessing my secret desire to Heather one night in bed. She was surprised that my hottest fantasy didn’t involve another woman!
My wife has always been a terrific sport, and once she knew how much it turned me on to think of her in the arms of a different lover, she could allow herself to enjoy the fantasy, too. “Ever picture me doing this with someone else?” she’d ask seductively, surrounding my rod with her luscious tits and squeezing them together as my cockhead poked out from her cleavage. Most of the time, though, she’d wait until I was already inside her, my dick wrapped in her snug warmth, before whispering in my ear, “Suppose I said I’d really do it. Would you let me?” In less than a minute, I’d cry out and pump her full of come.
I don’t believe either of us ever expected to act on the idea it was just something we enjoyed talking about in private. We didn’t consider ourselves to be the kind of people who did such things. Not that we were snobbish about it in any way we merely didn’t feel that adventurous. For us, the fantasy alone was daring enough, because it was something we never thought we’d actually do.
This was still our frame of mind last winter, when Heather’s parents gave us a two week vacation to Hawaii as an anniversary present. The stress of our careers and the demands of daily life had intruded upon our marriage. We hadn’t been able to make time for ourselves as a couple, and the idea of getting away was greatly appealing. We actually began counting down the days to our departure. When at last we arrived in Waikiki, we basked in our newfound freedom. There were no work schedules to plan around, and no responsibilities. I felt a lightness I hadn’t known in years.
I saw a change in my lovely wife as well. There was no reason to keep up appearances, since no one knew us. Heather found it quite liberating I hadn’t seen her as playful and carefree since we’d first met, and I liked it. She tried new foods, wore clothes she’d never wear to the office, and even got tipsy a few times. Her boldness extended to the bedroom as well. She was extremely uninhibited, now that we didn’t have to worry about the possibility of the neighbors hearing us.
There was an outdoor luau at the hotel during our stay in Oahu. By dark, we were primed to party after having some great food and the most delicious tropical cocktails. We enjoyed the pounding beat of the drums as we thrilled to the sight of the well built fire dancers. My wife was in her element, looking gorgeous in a bikini top and a colorful skirt. She was tan, her long blonde hair tousled and bleached slightly by the sun. There were, of course, many tourists like us in attendance, and I caught Heather smiling at one of them. The kid looked to be in his early twenties, with dark, wavy hair, boyish features and huge, intense eyes. He wore a pair of loose fitting shorts, and was in magnificent physical condition. The soft, flickering torchlight gave shadow and contrast to the rippling muscles of his arms and legs. He didn’t look away when Heather made eye contact. There was definitely a sexy vibe brewing between them.
“He’s been staring at me for half an hour,” she said, smiling at him. “What do you think?”
I can barely describe the frenzied agitation that flooded my brain as I realized what my wife was actually asking me. The smile still played at the corners of her mouth, her pretty green eyes wide with the same excitement I felt washing over me. I sat for a moment, thinking it over, but the erection throbbing in my shorts had already made my decision for me. “Why don’t you go over and say hello?” I answered, trying to keep my voice from trembling. “Invite him over for drinks with us.”
I’ll never forget the way Heather’s face lit up at the suggestion. She was suddenly a bundle of nervous energy. “God, do I look okay?”
I grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. “Please trust me when I say that you have never been sexier than you are at this moment.”
She winked at me, downed the rest of her drink, and walked over to where the young man sat with his two friends. Heather stood off to one side, looking at him expectantly until he got up to talk to her. They spoke for a moment, and then he glanced at his buddies and pointed toward Heather, taking his leave and following her back to our table. I rose as they approached, and offered him my hand. “Simon,” I said with a nod, introducing myself to the young man that I hoped would fuck my wife.
“Jeff,” he said, smiling as he took my hand. His handshake was firm, but not aggressive, and his voice was easygoing and full of confidence. “Nice to meet you.”
“Sit with us,” I said, pulling a chair over for him.
“Ladies first,” he said, bowing elegantly in Heather’s direction and pushing in her chair as she sat. I could tell she liked his chivalrous behavior.
We ordered drinks and talked, learning that Jeff had a promising career in sports, but had given it up to study medicine at a prestigious university. We also learned that he liked tequila, was interested in martial arts, and couldn’t take his eyes off my wife. He was extremely well mannered, yet full of youthful exuberance. Heather obviously found him quite charming. She looked over at me with the question in her eyes: Do you want me to take this further? I ordered us another round of drinks and gave her a discreet wink.
Heather waited until our drinks were done, and she looked thoughtful for a moment before turning to our new friend. “Jeff, my husband had me ask you over to our table because he noticed how much I’m attracted to you and because he’d like to watch you and I explore that attraction together.”
I rose, holding out my hand for Heather to take, and then leaned over, speaking softly to him. “We’re in the honeymoon suite. If you’re interested, come up in half an hour. If not, then you can at least have another drink on us.” I placed some bills on the table and shook his hand before we left. I honestly had no idea whether or not he would actually show up at our room. Heather and I were so excited over what we’d done that I knew it would be a memorable night whether Jeff joined us or not. We went up to our suite, and Heather freshened up and changed and thirty minutes later there was a knock on the door. Heather’s eyes grew wide, but I smiled at her and encouraged her to let him in.
Jeff was still wearing his shorts, but he’d added a colorful silk shirt. I could see his eyes roaming over Heather’s body, the sculpted contours of her legs and hips clearly visible beneath the thin green dress she’d slipped on mere moments ago. She’d worn no bra, and her nipples betrayed her excitement, but her manner was completely relaxed as she invited him over to sit on the sofa with her. I had ordered a bottle of champagne from room service, and poured some for all of us. Then I put soft jazz on the radio while they made small talk. I knew these next few moments would be crucial, so I raised my glass of champagne to toast new friendships, excused myself, and left Heather to seal the deal.
We had already agreed that I’d give the two of them ten minutes alone before making a quiet, unobtrusive entrance. I waited in the bedroom, trying to amuse myself with a magazine, but it was impossible to concentrate on anything except the silence outside. There was a moment of muted conversation, and occasional soft laughter from them both, but it was otherwise very quiet, and I took that as a good sign. I stood and carefully opened the door.
Heather was sitting on Jeff’s lap, and they were exchanging gentle kisses, their tongues intertwining with a sensual tenderness that I found stimulating. I could barely walk to a nearby chair to watch them, the contents of my jockeys shifting constantly as my arousal soared. Heather was looking into his eyes and smiling, and when she squirmed slightly in his lap, I knew it was because she’d felt his hard on through his shorts. Jeff’s hands were on her waist, and they began moving over Heather’s body, over her belly, up her back, around her shoulders, and down to the fullness of her large breasts. With his fingertips, he teased her hard nipples through her clothing, and a small moan escaped her parted lips. She reached behind her neck and quickly untied the halter top of her dress.
Jeff decided to extend my wife’s anticipation as the dress fell, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze, he moved his hands into her hair and kissed her again. I could see Heather responding to his expertise the kid clearly had experience. She soon grew impatient, and took his hands, guiding them to her heaving breasts. Jeff slid his palms over her naked tits, and then down to her belly, lowering his head to lick and suck her pink nipples. My cock stiffened as I heard my wife gasp, “Oh, God yeah!” She grabbed the back of his head to pull him closer, her fingers tangling in his wavy hair.
Jeff cupped the bottoms of her breasts now, and he began to twist the hard nipples between each thumb and forefinger. Heather moaned and looked over at me, searching for my approval before continuing. The look on my face must have told her everything she needed to know, because her hands wandered down into Jeff’s lap. She smiled as she felt his erection poking up through his shorts. “Is that for me?” she asked, squeezing it playfully. Jeff took a deep breath, and Heather licked her lips, grabbing his shirt and pulling it roughly over his head. Laying him back on the couch, she straddled his face with her dress billowing around her, blocking my view.
“This is going to be so much fun!” she cooed to her new lover. “You see, my husband is trying to imagine what you’re doing under there right now, and I so badly want to show him, but not just yet.” Jeff’s hands had disappeared under the dress, too. I could hear the wet sounds of licking and sucking, and see Heather’s hips grinding. Her breathing was getting erratic, and I knew she was close to coming. “Wanna see?” she asked me, grabbing her dress and pulling it up over her head. Jeff had one hand on my wife’s ass, and the other on her mound. He had pulled her white cotton panties to the side, leaving one asscheek covered and the other gloriously exposed. Through her spread thighs, I could see his mouth working her pussy, his tongue stabbing into her folds and then stretching up to nudge her clit. Her gorgeous ass was rocking to and fro, and soon she was muttering, “I’m coming!”
My cock was practically suffocating within the confines of my pants, and it looked like Jeff had the same problem. Heather noticed it, too. She climbed off his face and began fondling his dick through his shorts, her sexy green eyes traveling over the distance separating us to leer at me. “Want me to keep going, Simon? Are you still comfortable with this?”
I simply nodded. I didn’t trust my voice at this point, and Heather already knew how much I wanted her to continue. She smiled and pulled at the waistband of Jeff’s shorts.
His cock sprang toward her in a wanton display, its thick stalk arching up from his big balls. Heather could barely wait to get it in her mouth. She was almost girlishly playful with his rod, touching and caressing his balls, and then grasping his cock by the root and springing it back and forth in her hand as if testing its weight. She eventually began running the tip of her tongue along the underside of his dick, from the base to just under the head. She did this a few times before she completely engulfed the head, holding it in the warmth of her mouth without moving. She moaned as she began lowering her lips down the length of his rod before sliding back up again. Jeff gasped, and Heather began fondling his balls as she sucked him in earnest.
She took her time, clearly enjoying the feeling of his dick in her mouth. She let him simmer only to bring him up to a boil, and then back off before he could lose control of himself. She slapped his cock against her breasts, and then wrapped them around his swollen meat, pumping up and down, and allowing her tongue to flick at his knob as it poked out of the fleshy tunnel she’d made. When she could restrain herself no longer, she moved up to straddle his hips.
“Is it okay?” she asked. “Can I fuck him, Simon? God, I want to!” Her panties were still on, and she yanked them aside, the tip of his cock poised right at her wet hole. Her neck was straining, and her face was turned in my direction, imploring me. I nodded at her, and she sank down on him with glee, throwing her head back.
Inch by inch, she took his shaft in about halfway, moaning before she sprang back up and let him slip out. She wiggled playfully, and then she slowly engulfed him again. Jeff gasped, and Heather leaned forward on her knees, letting her nipples graze his lips. Over and over she slid down onto his cock, only to withdraw, driving both of them to frustration. I could see her juices glistening on his hard rod. Finally, she could no longer bear to part with him and kept her strokes shallow as they moved together, keeping him nestled in her tunnel. “Is this okay, Simon? Should I keep going? Oh, it feels so good! I wanna . . . keep . . . fucking him.”
Suddenly, she sank deep, taking him in right down to the balls, and they both moaned loudly. Heather was holding her breasts in her hands and feeding her nipples to his hungry mouth. Her behind was doing the most magnificent dance in his lap, sliding her wet pussy up and down his length as they both voiced their enjoyment. I could feel my dick leaking pre come inside my underwear as I watched them. The urge to take out my cock and jerk off was difficult to resist, but Heather and I had already talked about what I’d do afterward. I wanted to save myself for that. Besides, it was magical, watching her try to control herself, to make the dance slow in an effort to milk every last drop of pleasure from the moment.
It was a losing battle, though. Jeff’s cock was bigger and thicker than mine, and Heather’s enthusiasm was quickly getting the better of her. She began slamming herself down onto his big dick, and her rhythm accelerated beyond any control. She bounced up and down greedily. “Ooh, I’m gonna come!” she cried, her body stiffening as her orgasm ran through her, making her quiver from head to toe.
Heather’s lust now sated, it was time to get Jeff off, and she smiled playfully at me. She got down on the couch and had him straddle her chest. She held her beautiful jugs together as he gently fucked them, and she poked her tongue out to swipe at his cockhead. We all enjoyed that, but Jeff could take only so much, and he was soon shooting spurt after spurt of semen into Heather’s open mouth and onto her breasts. It was extremely hard for me to control my lust, seeing another man ejaculate all over my wife like that.
I tried to catch my breath as we relaxed for a few minutes. Then Heather laid Jeff on his back on the floor, and facing his feet, she dangled her naked sex over his face. She lowered her pussy and writhed lewdly as he licked her to another orgasm. His dick was regaining new life, rising off his belly to point up at the ceiling. Heather fondled him gently, teasing his dick until it was hard to bursting. She kissed and sucked it with great relish, letting me know how much she enjoyed having him in her mouth. When none of us could take anymore, she got on her hands and knees and presented herself to Jeff, who gladly moved behind her and slid his rod into her soaking wet pussy.
I found it riveting to watch another man taking his pleasure with my wife, and the fact that Heather loved it was the icing on an already delicious cake. They quickly seemed to forget I was there as they abandoned themselves to their mutual lust. Jeff clutched her hips, stuffing himself in even deeper, and Heather begged to feel him shoot in her. He moaned as he soon released his load.
This was the point that Heather and I had decided the game would end. Once he had come in her pussy, I was to enjoy their commingled passion by fucking her sloppy snatch. I encouraged Jeff to stay as I claimed my reward. Laying Heather back on the floor, I encouraged him to teabag her while I fucked her sticky pussy. His cock pointed toward her tits, and it didn’t take long for him to give her another load. She moaned around his balls as he shot his cream all over her breasts and belly. This was too much for me, and I let go inside her, filling her with my own hot come.
We invited Jeff up to our suite twice more before our vacation ended, and my wife returned home with me, barely able to keep a devious smile off her beautiful face. We’ve already made plans to get away again as soon as possible!