Chapter 5 #2
Trent holds onto my cheek and turns my head for a passionate kiss. Yearning swirls in my core, and I moan into his mouth while I contemplate dragging him to the hotel room and having my way with him. Why do I need to kiss Mr. Gorgeous when I can have my husband’s cock instead?
When he pulls his mouth from mine, he smiles at me. “He’s in the cove right now. You better hurry. I expect all the details.”
Trent is fully erect now, and knowing he’s turned on works me up even more. I’ll have a little fun and get my reward. “Okay honey, one kiss and then I’m coming back to you. If I get to choose what we do, you better be prepared to eat me for dessert.”
I stand up while he laughs, and a swift smack on my ass makes me squeal from the sharp pleasure. I toss his words back at him. “Hey! Behave. We’re in public.”
He only chuckles again as I lower myself into the warm water and swim towards the cove. Why am I doing this? Do I want to play this sort of sexual game? My breasts ache to be sucked, and my pussy desperately needs a cock. Who am I kidding? I’m 100 percent on board with this little game of Trent’s.
Swimming into the cove, I bump into Mr. Gorgeous just as he’s leaving.
He steadies me with his massive hands on my shoulders while I sputter, “Oh, sorry!”
His deep blue eyes twinkle at me as he lets me go. “No need to apologize. I ran into you.”
My skin burns where he touched me, and I’m curious what magic those enormous paws of his could do if he was playing with my nipples. Sexual energy courses through me from being this close to him and reminds me of how I felt when I was a teenager. What is it about this guy that turns me on so much?
“Where’s your husband?”
What’s this? His eyes bore into mine, and I tremble from desire.
“He’s… around.” I practically stumble on my words. God, he’s going to think I’m an idiot.
Mr. Gorgeous contemplates me for a moment and I want to squirm. “What?” I blurt out defensively.
“Did your husband send you in here?”
His voice is smooth as butter, and a thrill runs through me. How did he know?
I bite my lip before answering with a soft, “Yes.”
“Why did your husband send you in here alone?”
Shit, I was supposed to come in here, flirt with him, and get him to kiss me, but I feel like he’s playing cat and mouse with me. Fuck, it’s time to take control of the situation.
The water only comes up to my waist and I stand as straight as I can. “I’m supposed to get you to kiss me so I can tell him about it.”
His voice is low and seductive with a hint of humor. “Only kiss?”
I part my lips to tell him just one kiss, but his chuckle stops me. He holds out his hand. “I’m Zane. It’s nice to meet you.”
When I take his hand, I almost moan from the skin-on-skin contact as pleasure spikes down my arm and heads straight between my legs. I’m sure it’s because I’m so damn horny, and has nothing to do with him in particular. If I keep telling myself that, maybe it will be true.
“I’m Becky.”
“Well, Becky, do you want that kiss so you can thrill your husband?”
Ohhhh. I peep out a tiny, “Yes,” and he wraps his arm around my waist and drags me towards him. His lips are firm and warm, and they taste like chlorine, but as he deepens the kiss, my toes curl against the bottom of the pool as he masterfully takes control of my body with his mouth.
Our tongues duel as passion rips through me, and I try to plaster myself to him. His enormous cock is hard, and I can feel the outline of his length as I rub my body against him. How amazing would it feel to have that monster pressing inside me for the first time?
Trent’s passion-roughened voice breaks through my frenzy. “More.”
My head spins as Zane eases his lips from mine. “Becky, do you want more?”
I search for Trent, and he’s in the cove with us, sitting on the edge of the pool and stroking his cock through his shorts. Knowing he’s enjoying this is all I needed to see.
Kissing someone other than my husband feels dirty in such a delicious way. I tip my head up towards Zane, and my resolve is firm. “Yes, more.”
Zane studies me and doesn’t make a move, and my pussy buzzes angrily that she doesn’t have a cock inside her.
“I need to know how much more you want.”
The tone of his voice sends shivers down my spine, and I know without a doubt that I’d give him anything.
I don’t know what to ask for, and I hesitate. When Trent replies, it startles me. “I want to watch you fuck her.”
My nipples harden, and I gasp as I whip my head towards Trent. He nods at me. “It’s okay, Becks. If you want this, take the chance.”
If the last 24 hours hadn’t happened, there is no way in hell I would have said yes. But Trent got so crazy turned on last night, and I’ve been a wet mess most of the day reading hotwife erotica. This is my shot at doing something wild.
Zane gently holds my chin and turns my head towards him. “Becky, say it and you can have it.”
What DO I want? I’m mesmerized by his blue eyes, and my stomach flutters as desire ripples through me. If I’m going to do this, I want something I can’t get from Trent, otherwise there is no point.
“I want to be a slut that you use for your pleasure, and I want you to fuck me hard enough to make me scream.”
All traces of humor leave him, and his face hardens, leaving behind a man who knows delicious ways to give me exactly what I asked for.
He flips me around and presses my stomach against the edge of the pool. His, “As you wish,” is spoken in a calm, firm tone, and he shoves my shoulders down until I’m bent over the side.
He makes quick work of shoving my bikini bottoms down, and since I expect him to slam into my pussy, I reach behind me and grip the edge of the pool.
Instead he probes my depths with his hand, and I moan as he explores every inch of my folds.
When he threads his fingers in my hair and forces my head up, I arch my back.
“For as long as it takes for me to come, you’re my slut. You got that?” he bites out.
My brain blips for a split second and a gush of wetness leaks from me. “Yes, I’m your slut.”
Oh hell yeah, this is exactly the type of dirty talk that Trent can’t do.
“Good slut. Now we have a few simple rules.”
He pulls on my hair again, and I cry out from the painful pleasure as he works his finger in my dripping cunt.
“The first rule is that if you want to stop, say ‘red light’. Got it?”
Whoa, did we find an actual dom guy? Shit, I never even thought of needing a safeword when I asked him to fuck me and make me scream.
He removes his hand from my pussy and smacks my ass harder than Trent did last night.
I yelp. “Got it! Red light.”
As he caresses the spot he spanked, I melt and relax against him. Mmmm, yeah this is nice.
He’s still gripping my hair, and he runs his free hand around to my front and up my stomach until he reaches my bikini top. Pushing it up, he frees my breasts to the cold air and my nipples harden even more.
When he plays with my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, I can’t hold back my moan. Fuck, this is hot.
“Next rule.” He pinches my nipple, and I mewl in discomfort from the jolt of pain while my pussy clenches in need like the slut she is. “You said to use you for my pleasure.”
“Yeah…”
He presses my chest down on the side of the pool again and forces my head to face towards Trent. “You aren’t allowed to close your eyes. You’re going to watch your husband enjoying you being used because that would please me.”
Ohhhh, shit. I lock eyes with Trent, and he’s stroking his cock faster, clearly loving the show.
“Yesssss,” I groan when he grabs my hips to steady me as the head of his cock probes my slick entrance.
With me bent over the edge of the pool, my pussy is out of the water, and he’s getting a graphic view of how much of a wet mess I am for him. Anticipation lights my blood, and I fight the urge to close my eyes.
With a swift thrust, he impales me, and I cry out, “Ohhhh, fuck.”
I knew he was massive, but this is bigger than I expected, and he stretches my pussy walls further than I’ve been in years. He pauses for a moment, and I barely have time to adjust to his size before he withdraws and slams back into me.
“Oh, my god,” I groan and lock eyes with Trent, who is still stroking, but now his cock is outside his swim trunks.
Zane lights into me, slamming against my ass and almost bringing tears to my eyes and driving me towards my orgasm. My nipples scrape against the rough pavement, and it’s a glorious pain that shoots bolts of delight straight to my clit.
He’s fucking me vigorously while each plunge of his thickness hits a perfect spot inside me. I start chanting, “Fuck me,” not caring if anyone outside the cove can hear us.
Zane pounds into me and grits out, “You’re just a filthy slut who wants to be used. Aren’t you?”
“God, yes…a filthy slut.”
He smacks my ass harshly, and I buck my hips as my breasts and nipples smash into the pavement.
“Is this what you want, Becky, to be fucked and filled with my cum?”
Wait, his cum? Lights flicker at the sides of my vision, and my eyes grow round as I stare at Trent. He’s got a pained look on his face, as if he’s trying not to orgasm. When he gives me a tiny nod of his head, I almost come undone.
I cry, “Ohhhh god, yes, fill me with your cum.”
He digs his fingers into my hips, forcing me to move with him as he thrusts at an unrelenting pace.
He speeds up and his heavy balls whack against my clit, and I bring a hand up to my mouth, trying to stifle my moans.
I’m racing towards ecstasy, and yet I don’t want this to end.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get fucked with this much abandon again, and seeing the lust radiating from Trent adds to my gratification.
When Zane’s forceful jackhammering picks up speed, my eyes roll into the back of my head and I sense a movement at my side. Trent is on his knees next to my face as he jerks on his cock, and I can tell he’s getting ready to come all over me.
Zane laughs harshly in what sounds like perverse delight at the turn of events as he savagely drills into my pussy.
“Becks…” my dear husband groans, and I’m watching his cock, enthralled and getting ready to close my eyes when he comes. He’s panting, and I wish he was in my mouth. “Becks… tell me you’re enjoying this.”
A sense of calmness invades my mind as my thighs quiver and my body tightens. I’m on the brink of coming, but I want to watch him come first.
I smile at my husband and answer the best I can between Zane’s rough thrusts. “Trent…my love…his cock feels soooo amazing. I love you….now come for me.”
Trent groans louder, and I close my eyes right as his watery cum hits my face.
Having my husband jizz on me while another guy is fucking me is more than I can take, and it pushes me over the edge.
Nothing muffles the cries of my pleasure, and I scream nonsense as my orgasm rips through me.
My body convulses with the strength of my climax, and rapture engulfs me as Zane continues to pound into me, seeking his own release.
He’s so thick, I feel the exact moment he comes. His cock pulses, and my pussy squeezes around him as he growls and unloads load after load of his hot sticky cum as deep as he can inside me. He thrusts into me a few more times before pulling out.
I’m not sure if I black out from the ecstasy, but I’m roused when wet fingers wipe the cum from my face. I swipe the wetness away from my eyes before daring to open them, and Trent is sitting next to me, dazed, with love for me written all over his face.
Zane draws up my bikini panties and adjusts them as Trent caresses my cheek and whispers, “Are you okay, Becks?”
I’m floating in a happy place and give him a dopey grin. “Oh yeah…it’s all good. I love you, honey.”
He smiles, and I close my eyes again for a moment and drift. I vaguely hear the guys discussing aftercare for me, and Zane is instructing Trent to make sure I eat and drink as soon as possible. I hear mention of our anniversary, but I can’t follow the conversation.
A firm hand on my back has me cracking my eyes open, and I turn my head to look over my shoulder at Zane.
“Becky, thank you. This was unexpected. Enjoy your anniversary.”
I give him a soft, “Thanks! Bye,” as Trent helps me up onto the ledge.
I wobble to my feet and notice Zane has already left. There is enough room to walk the edge and leave the cove. Trent holds on to my hand and starts walking, but I pull on him to make him stop.
“Trent, shouldn’t I get in the water to wash off?”
I’m filthy, does he really want me to walk out in public with cum on my face and dripping from another man?
He stares at me seriously before answering. “No, Becks. We don’t want to wash away his cum, do we?”
Ohhhh, shit. What did I do? My stomach tightens, and I feel sick.
He squeezes my hand, and he can obviously tell I’m close to panic. “Becky, listen to me…” He tugs again to get my attention. “We both wanted this, and it was fabulous. Let’s get to the room and order food. You need food.”
“Okay, honey,” I murmur, numbly.
Trent helps me adjust my bikini top, and I follow him around the pool to the chair with my stuff. He grabs my beach bag and dries me off with the towel in the bag while I stand there, too tired to think, before leading me up to our room.