Beach Heat: A Hotwife Fantasy Read online

  “Great! Where can we meet you?”

  “Do you know the ice cream stand near where we met by the beach?”

  “Sure do,” Kelly said. “Meet there in five?”

  There was more grumbling from the other side of the line, but Samantha seemed to be firmly in control at this point. I remembered that feeling. Being young, horny, on my honeymoon, and willing to do just about anything to please my wife. Not that I wouldn’t do just about anything to please my wife these days, but the feeling had been multiplied by about a million on that week when the two of us were drunk on love and the idea of finally being married.

  “Five it is. See you then!” Samantha replied.

  I made sure the call was closed before I spoke. Wouldn’t want to give anything away just yet.

  “That was pretty smart there telling her to meet in five,” I said.

  “Well I wouldn’t want to give them enough time to get off. Not with the plans I have for the cute little newlyweds. Aren’t they just precious?”

  “Oh yeah, they’re precious all right,” I said.

  Already I was thinking of all the things I’d love to do to the beautiful Samantha given half a chance. All the things I’d like to see my wife doing to her. It had been a good long while since I’d seen any girl on girl action right in front of me, and let me tell you the idea of watching Kelly in action after so very long was giving me one hell of a hard on! It was almost enough to make me blow my load right here and now staring at my wife, but I managed to keep it under control.

  “So is this everything you were hoping for when you came up with this dirty little vacation honey?” she asked.

  “What would make you think I had anything like this in mind when I planned the vacation babe?” I asked. “I just figured we’d come down here and have some fun on the beach with the kid. Maybe see the sights.”

  Kelly moved forward and wrapped her arms around me. She pressed her body forward until she noticed the awkward situation pressing out between my legs. She looked down in mock surprise, but it was pretty obvious from the mischievous gleam in her eyes that she knew exactly what she’d find when she pressed up against me. As though there could be any surprise. With everything I’d seen today and with the anticipation of what might be coming later tonight if everything went well with the happy newlyweds I’d have to be a dead man or gay not to have a raging hard on.

  Not that there was anything wrong with being gay, mind you. I was just very glad in that moment that I wasn’t considering the scintillating buffet of straight fantasy that was about to come my way tonight. Maybe. If I was lucky.

  “Yeah, I know exactly what sort of sights you were hoping to see when you suggested a beach vacation,” she said. “And I know exactly what you were hoping to get me to do when we came down here. You’re just lucky that I’m losing control now that we’re down here in the moment.”

  “Are you losing control?”

  “You have no idea. Just wait until dinner tonight, but first let’s go check on the kid and make sure everything’s okay. I have a feeling we’re going to be out pretty late tonight.”

  Things were just getting better and better. That was very promising. Now I just hoped our luscious newlyweds were open to naughty possibilities as much as Kelly appeared to be after her wild side had lain dormant for so very long. A guy could hope!

  4: Dinner

  “So his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the bikini I planned on wearing while we were down here!” Samantha said with a giggle.

  Kelly giggled right along with her. She also leaned over until she was pressed against Samantha, a move that wasn’t lost on me. A move that wasn’t lost on James either, from the way he leaned forward and watched the two women coming together. Something told me this wasn’t something he’d seen very much of. I wondered how conservative they were back home. They seemed like your typical small town kids who’d fallen in love and gone off to get hitched as soon as they got out of college, but who knew if that was actually true?

  Either way, he was very intrigued by the sight of his girl getting up close and personal with my girl. I figured that was one hell of a good sign. His mouth opened slightly and I had no doubt thoughts of the girls intertwined with one another were running through his mind on repeat. I didn’t have a hard time imagining what he was imagining because it was all I could think about too.

  It had been way too long since we’d done anything like this. Kelly was absolutely right when she accused me of orchestrating this vacation in the hopes we might get some time away to have fun like the old days. I just never imagined it would all come together and work this well. So far having a kid had just put a monkey wrench in the works. Not that I minded. Having a kid was wonderful, it just took some adjusting to get used to life as a parent.

  We were situated in the back of one of the nicer restaurants that ran along the beach. One of the perks of being an adult with an actual day job as opposed to a couple of college kids staying with a bunch of friends stacked on top of each other because that was the only way we could afford a suite down on the beach at the price gouging rates charged during spring break.

  “I take it he didn’t mind once you got to the beach though?” Kelly asked.

  “Oh no, not at all. Though he did get a little jealous of all the guys checking me out,” Samantha said.

  She turned and looked pointedly at me. There was no doubt as to which guy checking her out she was talking about. I smiled right back at her and saluted her with my drink. We’d all been having a little too much to drink, but wasn’t that all part of the plan? I knew I was feeling good and buzzed, and it seemed everyone else was as well which was just fine by me.

  “Well I don’t think he has much to talk about considering how he was acting earlier today looking at me,” Kelly said.

  Yeah, this was getting more and more interesting with every passing moment. The food had come and gone and at this point it was just the four of us sitting in our secluded corner enjoying one another’s company and the air conditioning the restaurant offered.

  “So are you still wearing it?” Kelly asked.

  Samantha blushed. Even more interesting. And did it seem like she moved in a little closer to my wife? The two girls were sitting in the middle in our booth which was a semicircle. James was on one side next to his wife and I was next to my girl, obviously.

  “What if I am?”

  “Oh I was just thinking about how my husband wasn’t the only one down there on the beach who thought about how sexy you looked in that swimsuit. Your man here was right to be jealous, because I don’t think there was a single soft cock on the beach when you walked past. I know it got me so wet,” she whispered.

  Oh yeah. Here we went. The wife was moving in for the kill. I’d seen her do this countless times before over the years with men and women, and yet I never got tired of watching her work. There was a practiced grace to the way she moved in on someone, and it was even hotter knowing she was moving in on a newly married girl who just exuded “sweet and innocent.” Corrupting her, watching her getting corrupted, was going to be so much fucking fun!

  “What are you doing, Kelly?” Samantha asked. She licked her lips and looked over to her husband. James, for his part, seemed to be completely paralyzed by what was happening in front of him. Not that I could blame the poor son of a bitch. After all, I’d felt the same way the first time Kelly and I started exploring this fantasy in a real way. I still remembered the heady feeling of watching my wife with another man. It was something I’d dreamed about, but it was also something that took a hell of a lot of getting used to when I was watching it happen in person.

  Sure he wasn’t watching Samantha getting with another man. If anything watching her with a girl probably made it a little easier. After all, wasn’t that every guy’s fantasy? Not to mention that some girl on girl action somehow always felt a little less threatening than my wife getting with a guy. Probably because there wasn’t any risk of pregnancy or her ru
nning off to be with a girl. She might like to play, but she always said girls weren’t relationship material for her.

  Then again James had no way of knowing any of that with his wife. I got the feeling they’d never even had a conversation about sharing before. Which made this more and more interesting. I’m sure he never imagined anything like this happening when they left for their honeymoon.

  “I think you know exactly what I’m doing, Samantha,” Kelly said.

  My wife was so close to this innocent young hottie that her lips almost brushed against her cheek. Goose bumps rose all over Samantha, easy to see because she was just in a tank top that made it pretty obvious she was wearing her bikini from earlier. Apparently Kelly’s question was just for show. She shivered just a little, and that shiver was enough to move her into Kelly’s sphere of influence as her lips brushed against her cheek.

  Samantha turned to James. Seemed to be looking to him for some sort of guidance. Only all the hesitation that had been there earlier in the day was gone. He was completely absorbed by the sight of his pretty young wife getting so up close and personal with my gorgeous slightly more experienced wife who was no less beautiful despite being a good five to seven years older than Samantha.

  Samantha gasped. Her attention moved away from her husband and back to my wife. I leaned forward and my cock twitched as I realized the source of that gasp. Kelly’s hand had been working while she was distracting everyone up above. Her fingers were down between Samantha’s legs where the only thing separating my wife from Samantha’s pussy was a pair of beach shorts and her bikini. I stared in rapt fascination as Kelly’s fingers moved up and down, tracing the contours of Samantha’s pussy lips as Samantha started to really get into it and press back against my wife’s fingers.

  “Holy shit Sam,” James said. “What are you doing?”

  Samantha looked at her husband. She reached up and ran a hand along his cheek and smiled.

  “Nothing you haven’t been trying to get me to do for a few years now baby,” she said.

  It was difficult to make out exactly what she said there at the end because she gasped loud enough that I thought they might be able to hear her clear on the other side of the restaurant. Not that I cared. I was so preoccupied by this finally happening again after so very long that I couldn’t concentrate on much of anything aside from the hypnotic sight of my wife fingering another girl.

  Kelly’s hands moved up and she teased around the edge of Samantha’s panties. Samantha looked down and her mouth opened as her breathing picked up. Her beautiful chest rose and fall faster and faster as Kelly’s hands moved down, down, down until they were completely inside those shorts and there was a bulge from her hand moving back and forth. From the way Samantha’s hips churned and her mouth was open in a perpetual gasp it seemed she was enjoying the fuck out of my wife’s skilled fingers!

  “Oh fuck Kelly, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Samantha asked.

  “Do you like this Samantha? Do you like feeling another girl finger fucking you?”

  Kelly had leaned in close enough that the only people who could possibly hear her dirty talk were everyone around our secluded table. Samantha’s gasps were getting louder and I worried they might be loud enough for someone nearby to hear, but when I peered around the edge of our booth and looked into the main dining area it didn’t seem there was much worry of someone figuring out what was going on here. The room out there was loud enough and rowdy enough that Samantha’s gasps were more than covered up.

  This might be a fine dining establishment by the standards of this beach, but it was still a fine dining establishment on the beach at the height of spring break. That meant the crowd wasn’t exactly the sort you’d find at a Michelin five star restaurant or anything like that.

  Which was a damn good thing. I turned back to our wives just in time to see Kelly move in and start nuzzling at Samantha’s neck. She arched her neck to the side to give my wife better access, her mouth falling open in a perpetual gasp as Kelly moved down and started pulling down on her tank top.

  I glanced out to the side again. It had been a little while since the waiter came by to check on us, he didn’t seem to care after we paid and I left a more than generous tip that I hoped would bring us a little privacy, but there was always the worry that someone might come into line of sight of our booth and figure out exactly what was going on here.

  Only no one came. No one peered into the booth to see what was going on. It was as though we were off in our own little world in this very public place, with our wives getting down and naughty in the way that only Kelly could when she was good and revved up.

  Kelly moved down and started kissing along the top of Samantha’s tits. Tits that I desperately hoped I’d be able to explore later just as thoroughly as my wife was exploring them now. I licked my lips and leaned forward, wanting to see more of the show. If Kelly was going to pull Samantha’s tits out for the world to see then I wanted to make sure I had a front row seat to the show!

  I wasn’t the only one leaning forward, either. James had moved in closer so he could watch my wife’s tongue moving along his wife’s tits. She left a trail of saliva that glistened in the low light from the restaurant. I wondered what Samantha tasted like. Probably a mix of suntan lotion, sweat, and salt from the beach. I couldn’t wait to taste that myself.

  I glanced to James. Assuming he got turned on enough by what was going on to let something like that happen. He was still the one who could put a stop to this, though from th way he was leaning in staring at my wife devouring his wife it seemed like he was going to be a more than willing participant. Still, we’d been doing this long enough that I was well aware things could go south pretty damn quick if a jealous husband decided he didn’t want to share his wife after all.

  I pushed those thoughts away. They were worries for later tonight. Right now there was a show going on right in front of me the likes of which I hadn’t seen in a good long while. The likes of which I’d worried I might not ever see again once we became parents. I was going to enjoy the fuck out of finally seeing it happening again!

  Kelly pulled down on the tank top until Samantha’s bikini was exposed. The same bikini I recognized from the beach earlier. Apparently she hadn’t had the time to change. I shivered imagining her and James being so turned on when they got back to their room that they couldn’t contain themselves. I imagined just how frustrated he must be right now as he watched another woman getting with his wife.

  She’d said this was something he’d been after her about for some time now. I wondered how long he’d fantasized about watching his woman with another girl. I wondered what he thought now that the fantasy was finally coming true on their honeymoon.

  Kelly pulled down on that bikini and Samantha’s tits were exposed. They were just as amazing as I’d imagined. Perfect cones with puffy pink tips that looked delicious. Kelly seemed to agree with me because she leaned in and swirled her tongue around that delectable tit.

  This was so fucking hot. Sure I’d seen Kelly getting down and dirty with other girls before. That was nothing new, though it was also a sight I never got tired of. But knowing that this was for sure the first time Samantha had ever done this? Knowing that not only were we corrupting this innocent young bride into getting with another person, but that this was the first time she’d been with a woman?

  That was icing on the cake. My cock was so hard, but I didn’t dare reach down and touch it. I was operating on such a hair trigger that I worried any touch would be enough to set me off, and I wanted to thoroughly enjoy this show.

  Of course I’d need to blow my load at some point before I got with Samantha. There was no doubt in my mind now that it was happening, and I wanted to be sure that I was ready to give her the good time she deserved when she stepped out on her new husband for the first time. No one pump chump for this beauty, but I was sure Kelly would help me with that.

  It seemed Kelly wasn’t done with her public exploration of th
is beauty, though. No,she slipped under the table and my breath caught. Was this really going to happen? Was she really going to take things this far?

  I guess she was. Samantha still seemed to be in a lust-fueled haze. At the very least she seemed to be in a place where she would go along with just about anything my wife wanted. So she actually lifted her ass up as Kelly pulled down on her shorts just enough to expose her soaked panties to the world. Kelly leaned in to smell Samantha’s aroma and she shivered.

  Oh yeah. Kelly was just as far gone as Samantha. She was overtaken by lust. I’d seen it time and time again, though I’d worried I wouldn’t ever see it again. This was a nice reminder that the wild child lurking in my wife’s heart was still out there waiting to break free, and I was seeing it free and wild tonight for sure!

  Kelly leaned forward and pressed her lips against Samantha’s bikini covered pussy. That seemed to finally get Samantha’s attention. Her eyes went wide and she looked down, suddenly breaking out of that lust haze and staring in astonishment as though she couldn’t believe there was actually another woman down there between her legs pressing her lips and tongue against her pussy.

  I looked to James for his reaction. For any sign that he might be pissed off about this. For any indication that he’d try to put a stop to things before they got really good. As soon as I saw the look on his face I realized that he was just as much a slave to this scenario as the girls.

  My eyes moved back down Samantha. Her tits were still exposed to the air and her nipples were straining out and begging for someone’s touch. I figured I’d get a little more daring. See just how far they were willing to go with this. I reached out and cupped one of her breasts. She looked at me but there wasn’t any surprise or anger there. No, there was just lust.

  I looked over to James. He arched an eyebrow, but otherwise he didn’t say anything. Whether it was because he was interested enough in seeing what my wife was doing that he didn’t want to interrupt my fun or because he was turned on at the idea of me feeling up his wife was anyone’s guess, but I was going to take the implicit permission I got from both of them as I continued exploring her tits while down below Kelly pulled aside Samantha’s bikini bottoms and pressed her lips against her pussy.