Betting My Bride: A Hotwife Novel by Lexi Archer Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Lexi Archer
as she smiled.
"You naughty boy!" she said. "I told you we can have that sort of fun later. Right now I want to get down to the beach!"
I paused for a moment to take a deep breath, to inhale her scent. It was a mixture of her shampoo, some sort of lotion she always put on, and suntan lotion she'd slathered on just to be safe. One thing about being stuck in an office job rather than having time to work on your tan was that being out in the sun, particularly the bright sun on an island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, could play havoc on your skin and make the whole thing a miserable trip if you managed to get a sunburn on your first day.
But more than anything I was thinking about going down to the beach. Going down to the beach meant we'd be in the middle of a crowd. There'd be people staring at my gorgeous newly minted wife wearing that barely-there bikini. And for some reason that was making my cock even more rock hard as I thought about it. As I thought of all those eyes on her. Devouring her body, wanting nothing more than to climb on top of her and rip that bikini off.
What the hell was I thinking? It was one thing to enjoy guys looking at her, but another thing entirely to start thinking about them fucking her. And yet I couldn't deny that the idea intrigued me. The thought of all those eyes on my girl was one hell of a fucking turn on. Hell, when we'd been back in the changing room and she was trying it on for the first time it had been one hell of a turn on!
Whatever. If I got a little bit of extra enjoyment watching my wife in that bikini, if there was another level to the whole thing on top of the sheer joy of getting to watch her in the bikini in the first place, then I'd take it.
"What are you thinking about babe?" Lindsay asked.
I shook my head. And racked my brain to try and come up with something. Anything. The last thing I wanted was to admit to her that I was thinking about a bunch of guys on that beach staring at my wife. She was damn gorgeous, and I had no doubt she'd have no trouble drawing plenty of male attention.
Of course she'd probably think I was acting like a jealous prick if I told her that, and that was the last thing I wanted. She'd probably think that my fantasy was weird if I admitted to it, and that was really the last thing I wanted! I didn't want to sour the fun before we even got out to the beach.
"Just thinking about how much fun we're going to have," I said.
She turned and leaned up on her tiptoes to give me a peck on the cheek.
"Liar," she said. "I bet you're thinking about all the tight hotties in their bikinis you're gonna be staring at all week while you're stuck tied down like an old married man!"
I looked her up and down and my cock lurched in my pants. I very nearly came in my pants as I stared at her, and if I'm being perfectly honest part of the reason why my cock was standing at attention was precisely because I'd been imagining guys doing exactly what she was accusing me of doing. At the same time I was thinking how ridiculous she was being. I might be fantasizing about the idea of my wife with other men, but as far as I was concerned she was the only girl for me.
It was a weird sort of fantasy.
"Trust me honey," I said. "You're the only girl for me!"
She tapped a finger on her lip. "I don't know… Maybe I should do something to remind you."
And then to my surprise she dropped to her knees in front of me. I looked down at her and her gorgeous body, at that bikini that was barely containing her gorgeous body, and then she was fumbling at the tie on my swim trunks and pulling them down. My cock sprang out and she very nearly went cross-eyed as it bounced in front of her nose.
I sighed as her head moved forward and then her mouth was wrapping around the head of my cock. She looked up at me and those green eyes locked with my own as her lips slid down my cock, as the delicious warmth of her mouth surrounded me as she moved her mouth down, down, until the head of
"You naughty boy!" she said. "I told you we can have that sort of fun later. Right now I want to get down to the beach!"
I paused for a moment to take a deep breath, to inhale her scent. It was a mixture of her shampoo, some sort of lotion she always put on, and suntan lotion she'd slathered on just to be safe. One thing about being stuck in an office job rather than having time to work on your tan was that being out in the sun, particularly the bright sun on an island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, could play havoc on your skin and make the whole thing a miserable trip if you managed to get a sunburn on your first day.
But more than anything I was thinking about going down to the beach. Going down to the beach meant we'd be in the middle of a crowd. There'd be people staring at my gorgeous newly minted wife wearing that barely-there bikini. And for some reason that was making my cock even more rock hard as I thought about it. As I thought of all those eyes on her. Devouring her body, wanting nothing more than to climb on top of her and rip that bikini off.
What the hell was I thinking? It was one thing to enjoy guys looking at her, but another thing entirely to start thinking about them fucking her. And yet I couldn't deny that the idea intrigued me. The thought of all those eyes on my girl was one hell of a fucking turn on. Hell, when we'd been back in the changing room and she was trying it on for the first time it had been one hell of a turn on!
Whatever. If I got a little bit of extra enjoyment watching my wife in that bikini, if there was another level to the whole thing on top of the sheer joy of getting to watch her in the bikini in the first place, then I'd take it.
"What are you thinking about babe?" Lindsay asked.
I shook my head. And racked my brain to try and come up with something. Anything. The last thing I wanted was to admit to her that I was thinking about a bunch of guys on that beach staring at my wife. She was damn gorgeous, and I had no doubt she'd have no trouble drawing plenty of male attention.
Of course she'd probably think I was acting like a jealous prick if I told her that, and that was the last thing I wanted. She'd probably think that my fantasy was weird if I admitted to it, and that was really the last thing I wanted! I didn't want to sour the fun before we even got out to the beach.
"Just thinking about how much fun we're going to have," I said.
She turned and leaned up on her tiptoes to give me a peck on the cheek.
"Liar," she said. "I bet you're thinking about all the tight hotties in their bikinis you're gonna be staring at all week while you're stuck tied down like an old married man!"
I looked her up and down and my cock lurched in my pants. I very nearly came in my pants as I stared at her, and if I'm being perfectly honest part of the reason why my cock was standing at attention was precisely because I'd been imagining guys doing exactly what she was accusing me of doing. At the same time I was thinking how ridiculous she was being. I might be fantasizing about the idea of my wife with other men, but as far as I was concerned she was the only girl for me.
It was a weird sort of fantasy.
"Trust me honey," I said. "You're the only girl for me!"
She tapped a finger on her lip. "I don't know… Maybe I should do something to remind you."
And then to my surprise she dropped to her knees in front of me. I looked down at her and her gorgeous body, at that bikini that was barely containing her gorgeous body, and then she was fumbling at the tie on my swim trunks and pulling them down. My cock sprang out and she very nearly went cross-eyed as it bounced in front of her nose.
I sighed as her head moved forward and then her mouth was wrapping around the head of my cock. She looked up at me and those green eyes locked with my own as her lips slid down my cock, as the delicious warmth of her mouth surrounded me as she moved her mouth down, down, until the head of