A Hotwife's Journey Page 18

  “Maybe you should pretend you’ve forgotten something and go back to the boat when everyone else is in town.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

  “No?” He’d caught her exchanging smiles with the crewman more times than he could count. “I thought you fancied him.”

  “He’s cute enough, but I think he’s the type that’ll fuck anything.”

  “Are you jealous?”

  “Of course not.” Her expression suggested she thought his question absurd. “But there’s no way I’d let him near me without a condom.”

  Nigel unzipped a side-pocket of his rucksack and showed her the box inside. She stared at it long enough that he could see her mind working. She looked back up into his eyes and opened her mouth, but didn’t speak.

  Maybe he’d miscalculated this one. He shrugged, zipping the bag back up. “I thought they might come in useful, but if you’re not interested, no problem.”

  Karen still hadn’t moved. Nigel joined her in glancing around the harbour, and was pleased when she looked back at the boat, biting her lip.

  He smiled and held out the rucksack. “It’s up to you. There may be too many people around, so you won’t get the opportunity.”

  “What about lunch?”

  “I had two breakfasts.”

  She smiled, took the rucksack and turned back toward the boat.

  Nigel watched her bum and legs as she walked away, wondering if the lecherous crewman was about to get lucky. Then he turned and headed towards the town, looking for a café or a bar with a view of the catamaran. By the time he’d found one, bought a beer and got settled at a table, Karen was no longer on the jetty.

  The boat was about fifty yards from where he sat, masts and rigging from smaller boats obscuring his view. Three crew members walked along the jetty towards him, chatting and laughing. The green-eyed deckhand wasn’t among them.

  Glancing around the bar, he took out his telescope and focused the lens on the catamaran. He searched the deck and cabin, running his view slowly from left to right, then back again, but couldn’t see any sign of movement. His cock thickened at the thought of Karen being pawed and used on the floor of the cabin.

  Another couple of passengers from the trip took the next table, and soon began talking to him. Reluctantly, he lowered his scope and joined the conversation, though it was hard to concentrate. He kept picturing Karen spread-eagled on the deck, the guy jackhammering his hips on top of her.

  When he finally saw her walking down the jetty, he made his excuses to the couple, quickly finished his beer, and left the bar. Karen saw him and veered in his direction. Her hair was dishevelled and her vest twisted.

  He looked up at her face and saw her smile; she’d seen him looking at her clothes.

  As she stopped in front of him, she raised her eyebrows. “Shall we do some shopping?”

  He nodded. “If you’re not too tired.”

  She giggled and passed him the rucksack.

  He looked at it, then slowly reached for the side-pocket zip. The pack of condoms was out of its cellophane wrapper, and there was an empty ripped foil in the pocket, by the box. He swallowed.

  Smiling, she took his hand and led him down the quay. He had a hundred questions, but knew it’d be better to ask them later when they were alone. And naked.

  They bought a few gifts for the girls and a couple of small ornaments for themselves before returning to the boat with the other passengers. Nigel noticed Karen and her crewman share smiles as she walked aboard. Over the next few hours they saw a turtle, several shoals of large fish and lots of pelicans. But no whales.

  * * * *

  Hours later, Karen still seemed full of energy as she removed her bra and panties so Nigel could check for scratches or bites. Her skin was flawless, and amazingly tanned.

  She slid between the sheets next to him, lay on her side and propped herself up on one elbow. “So, I suppose there are things you want to know…”

  He took a breath, but before he could ask his first question, she’d wrapped her fingers around his cock. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, and she slowly pumped her hand up and down. She had him fully erect before he’d managed to say a single word.

  She leaned close and blew in his ear. “Ask me.”

  “What did you say when you first got back on the boat?”

  “I asked if I could spend a little time there, and he said yes.” She added a twisting motion to her hand movements. “He told his crewmates that he’d stay with the boat if they wanted to head into town for a drink, which left just the two of us.”

  “What happened then?”

  “About a minute and a half of small talk. He told me his name was Miguel and was originally from Chile. I reached into my rucksack and took out a condom.”

  “Just like that?”

  She nodded. “He seemed a little surprised, but…” She increased the speed of her hand. “He led me to a place at the back of the boat and opened a door. There were steps going down to a space where the engine is.”

  Nigel’s breathing was getting laboured. He watched her face.

  “I pulled down his shorts and stroked his cock, then I opened the condom and rolled it on. He unfastened my belt and shorts, and pulled them off. Then he turned me around and bent me forward until I rested my hands on the steps.”

  Nigel’s eyes started to flutter.

  “He entered me from behind. While he fucked me, he pushed my vest and bra up and played with my tits.”

  “Was he big?”

  She shook her head. “Not particularly, and he didn’t last very long.”

  “Did you come?”

  She smiled. “No, but he didn’t know that.”

  “Did you fake it?”

  “No, but I was vocal throughout. I moaned and groaned with every thrust, and I squealed when he came. I couldn’t really relax, but I had a good time. I enjoyed it. Coming wasn’t important.”

  He sighed. “Coming is getting pretty important to me right now…”

  She smiled, eased the sheet down to his knees and pumped him harder. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

  He pushed his head back into the pillow and imagined her bent over a set of steps, getting fucked from behind. As he came, he let out a long sigh. His cum arced over his tummy and splashed onto his chest.

  Karen kept pumping and another spurt erupted, then a third. Cum dribbled down over her fingers and soaked into his pubic hair. She slowed her hand and squeezed his softening shaft, coaxing final drops from him. “Better now?”

  He exhaled and nodded.

  “Good.”

  “What about you, though? Including my target practice last night, that’s now three times you’ve had a man come without getting to come yourself.”

  She laughed. “I hadn’t thought of it like that, but I’m fine.”

  They lay in silence for a few minutes, then Karen kissed his cheek. “So, Charlotte. How was it?”

  “It was good. It felt strange being inside someone else, someone unfamiliar. You forget that everyone’s different.” He looked at her. “You must have felt the same when Sean pushed his big dick inside you for the first time.”

  “Yeah.” She grinned. “So, how was she different?”

  He didn’t want to say anything upsetting, but Charlotte hadn’t had children. “She moved in a different way.” He shrugged. “I enjoyed it more than I’d expected.”

  She giggled. “Did you think it’d be awful?”

  “No, I...” He struggled to explain why he wasn’t quite as excited about it as Karen clearly was. “I’ve thought about you with other men a thousand times, yet never thought about me with another woman. I’m still getting my head around it, I suppose.”

  “I want you to fuck another woman when I can watch it properly. When I’m not being fucked myself.” Her eyes gleamed. “I think we should definitely repeat what we did last night, but next time we’ll take turns so the other can watch. I don’t want to mi
ss out, this time.”

  “We’ll do that, then.” He nodded, looking forward to making that happen. “I was surprised how much more I got from watching when I was there with you and Sean in London.”

  “What do you mean, more?”

  He shrugged. “I’d spent years imagining what it’d be like, and then after Copenhagen, you gave me all the details I craved. I could picture everything that happened, and it was all I’d ever wanted.” He shivered as she grazed his front gently with her fingernails. “But then in London I watched you and Sean before joining in, and that was… something else.” He noticed her furrowed brow. “I’d imagined your screams and moans, and the way your body would move with his, and so on. But I’d never thought of the little things like your toes spreading, the tremors in your legs, the squelching noises of his cock moving in and out of you. The smell—”

  She grimaced. “Smell?”

  He nodded. “The smell of your sex. I could smell it last night when you rode Cody’s cock.”

  She frowned. “I don’t like the idea of—”

  “It’s great. Intoxicating. Add it to the scent of your perfume, and it’s a heady mix.”

  She grimaced. “If you say so.”

  He laughed and pushed her onto her back. “Oh, I do.” He used his knees to spread her legs, then dropped his head to her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth.

  Karen let out a sigh and cupped his head with one hand. He nibbled gently at the swollen bud as he slowly traced his fingertips up the inside of her thigh. She eased her legs wider and sighed as his fingers reached her sex. She was wet, and he stroked a single finger through the outer lips.

  Her groin pushed up against him as she arched, but he didn’t penetrate. Nigel moved to her other breast, took that nipple into his mouth and sucked hard for a few seconds until she groaned. Teasing, he released it and eased himself lower down the bed, trailing kisses over her firm, flat tummy.

  Karen let out a whimper as he prodded her bellybutton with his tongue, then pushed his head further down her body. He smiled to himself and, when his face was directly over her crotch, inhaled. The scent of her was indeed intoxicating but he could also smell, despite her earlier shower, traces of the rubber that Miguel had worn.

  Running the tip of his tongue through her folds, he could taste it, too. Her smell was strong, and her juices were beginning to flow, but being able to taste the condom used by her earlier lover gave him a weird thrill. He pushed his tongue as far into her as he could reach and held it there. She rocked herself against him, crushing his nose as she ground her clit against his face.

  Eventually, he withdrew his tongue and moved up, capturing her engorged clit between his lips. As he gently sucked on it, he pushed two fingers deep inside her, and was rewarded with her groan. He curled his fingers and moved them in and out. Her fingers twisted in his hair and she held his head in place while her body bucked beneath him. Her moans rose to a scream as she jerked her hips from the bed. He pumped his fingers and clung on to her clit with his lips until she forced his head away, a shuddering breath escaping her as she lowered herself onto the bed.

  He watched her face as she got her breath back and obeyed her gesture to join her on the pillows. Once their heads were level, she raised her head and licked all around his mouth, then pushed her tongue between his lips.

  They kissed for several seconds, then he pulled back and smiled at her. “Better now?”

  She giggled and ran her hands over his shoulders. “Much better, thank you.”

  * * * *

  Over the following few days, they relaxed around the hotel and behaved like a regular couple. They also had a couple of chats with their daughters, using FaceTime to show the girls the view from their bungalow. Since Lucy and Violet were obviously having a great time in Cornwall, Nigel and Karen stopped feeling guilty about not bringing them to St Lucia.

  There was a tropical storm one night, but every day was hot and sunny. Karen’s body turned golden brown with all the sunbathing, and she looked healthy and totally relaxed. Nigel struggled to keep his hands off her, though for two nights they just cuddled as they fell asleep.

  Nigel loved the pure relaxation, and the routine of having a siesta in their bungalow during the heat of the afternoon. He particularly loved waking to find Karen looking at him and stroking herself between the legs.

  Without saying a word, she pulled off his boxers, straddled him, and rode him slowly. Neither spoke, and they held each other’s gaze until Karen closed her eyes when she came. Nigel exploded inside her shortly afterwards, then they lay and dozed for another hour before showering and dressing for dinner.

  Once they’d eaten, Nigel finally broached the thought that had been rattling around his head since dinner after Castries, when he’d wondered how they’d find new lovers for them both as easily as they’d found Cody and Charlotte.

  “You know what you said to Charlotte,” he began, shifting in his seat and fiddling with the cutlery as he tried to find a way into the subject.

  “Can you be more specific? Do you mean the part where I asked if I could fuck her husband, or the part where I asked her to fuck mine?”

  He laughed. “The part where you refused to be filmed.”

  She frowned. “You see my point, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, course I do.” He shrugged. “Though in truth, I’d be happy to film you so I could watch it again, and then delete the film immediately afterwards. But that’s not what I meant.” He looked around to make sure he wouldn’t be overheard. “I mean the bit about not wanting anyone else to know what we get up to. How do you see us getting other people involved if we never mention it to anyone?”

  “Other people as in new partners?”

  He nodded. “I know you’ll see Sean again—and maybe you should think about how to make sure that stays hidden from your colleagues—but who else?”

  She held his gaze for a few seconds then shrugged. “There are contacts to be made online, countless websites.”

  He frowned. “You said something about not wanting some anonymous cock-for-hire from the internet.”

  “Yes, I did, but that was then. I think we’ve progressed. Evolved.”

  “Have we?”

  She nodded. “Now I don’t have to go online and ask for a single man to fuck me so I can tell my husband how good it felt. Now we can go online and say we’re an adventurous couple looking for like-minded couples or a single guy for fun.”

  Nigel held his breath. He hadn’t thought she’d ever consider a website. “You’d do that?”

  “Makes sense to try it. And we don’t have to rush anything. I understand people swap emails for weeks, sometimes months, to see if they’re compatible.” She grinned mischievously. “But I also want to do the other things we talked about—picking up a stranger on a city break.”

  He smiled. “Licked in Lisbon?”

  “Munched in Munich.”

  They finished their drinks and wandered outside, past the pool, through the palm trees and onto the sand. Karen slipped off her shoes and dangled them from her fingers as they walked along the deserted beach. The sky was a mass of stars and each palm tree had a set of solar-powered fairy-lights wrapped in a spiral up its trunk.

  They breathed in the fresh ocean air and walked hand in hand.

  Karen leaned close and kissed his shoulder. “I love you.”

  He smiled. “I love you, too.”

  “And, because I love you…”

  He noticed the flirtatious tone in her voice immediately. “Uh huh?”

  “I think I’m ready to fuck another stranger. Just for you.”

  His cock swelled in an instant. “Just for me?”

  “Mm hmm.” She shrugged. “I may force myself to enjoy it, too.”

  Nigel stopped walking and turned to face her, their height difference emphasised without her heels. “And what sort of stranger do you want—a man or a woman?”

  She gazed into space for a moment, as if trying to decide,
then nodded vigorously. “A man. I want cock.”

  A buzz like an electric current quivered in his groin. “Will my cock be enough while we’re trying to find you a fresh one?”

  Karen shook her head. “No. You get nothing until you’ve brought me a fresh cock.”

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  Chapter Six

  Nigel woke early the following morning. Karen was still fast asleep, so he gently got out of bed and dressed in the bathroom. After leaving her a note, he slipped out of the bungalow. He took his telescope and spent over an hour walking along the empty beach, watching the sea in hope of seeing more dolphins or, even better, those elusive whales. He saw nothing except seabirds but enjoyed the fresh air and the walk.

  Karen was waiting on the couch when he returned. They went straight to the hotel for breakfast, then spent the rest of the morning reading novels and having an occasional dip to cool down. They were served food at the poolside a little later by the good-looking young black waiter they’d seen earlier in the week, who had a gift for carrying huge, heavily loaded trays through obstacle courses. He slid their food onto the table with impressive grace.

  “Thank you, Clifton,” Karen said, peering at his name tag.

  He gave her a shy smile before leaving, and after he’d gone, Karen flashed her eyes at Nigel.

  Nigel shook his head and resumed his novel while reaching for his club sandwich.

  He struggled to concentrate on the storyline, distracted by the image of Karen riding the young man’s cock. They stayed at the pool for another couple of hours. Nigel sighed contentedly as they packed up. This was the most time either of them had spent relaxing in years.

  Before heading back to the bungalow for their siesta, Nigel walked over to the recreation room at the far side of the hotel to check the evening’s entertainment schedule. Bingo was on between seven-thirty and nine as usual.