Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 16

Knowing there was light at the end of the tunnel, she relaxed under the sunlight, her mind adrift. She stayed naked for a half-hour, daydreaming about all things sexual, unable to get the subject out of her mind. She wasn't desperate anymore, but she still wanted to have sex at least once one her vacation. And not just a romp with her husband. She wanted to do something wild, in the spirit of acting like the hotwife she professed to be.

It seemed like a great idea when it popped into her head at the pool. She still felt that way at dinner, making small talk with her family while the naughty plan rattled away in the back of her subconsciousness. Standing in front of the door minutes before midnight, she was having serious second thoughts.

She could hear them on the other side. It was faint, but since the bedroom was in the back, it meant the noise coming from there was loud, and it seemed rather raucous. Guilt suddenly fell over her. What would she think if the roles were reversed? She'd likely be livid over the intrusion. Not to mention the implied notion that it was okay to invite oneself. But Alex wasn't like her. He was never one to overreact. That was why he'd let her be the cunt she'd been toward him and the children. He tended to let things roll off his back rather than confront the situation. The concern she had was his recent warning that he wasn't going to let her behavior slide anymore. The resulting question then, was would the indiscretion she was proposing be enough to make him lash out.

Taking a deep breath, she sighed, "There's only one way to find out."

She rapped at the door, knowing it would take several times to get his attention. She tried to time it, listening intently for a lull in the action, which were not that forthcoming and almost impossible to anticipate. Still, she kept at it, hoping her persistence would force him to come to the door.

She heard some commotion, and then some talking. It was all mumbling from her perspective. She considered leaving, but instead doubled down, rapping at the door for the seventh time. And an eighth.

The door whisked open, and she was startled. It was a woman, naked, her caramel-colored skin making her mouth fall open. In was the same complexion as Halle Berry. Hell, it could have been Halle Berry, at least from the neck down. She had different facial features, and long, straight, jet black hair. But she was young, attractive, and sexy as hell. Christina's eyes locked onto her breasts, the nipples thick and ripe, begging to be sucked. She'd obviously been perspiring, her body shining in the dim lights from the walkway. She had her left hand up high on the door, stretching out her long, feminine frame. Her right hand was on her hip, a wide smile on her face as she looked at the pretty brunette that had interrupted her fun.

"You must be Christina," she said brazenly.

"Uh... yeah," she replied, swallowing hard.

"I thought so. He was right about your eyes. God, they're mesmerizing."

"Thanks?" she answered, unsure of anything that was happening. She was so confused she asked, "Who was right about my eyes?"

"Your husband. He said they were what he fell in love with first. I can see why. I'm a bit smitten myself."

"You... you know we're married?"

"I do now. He said you were likely the one knocking. He told me about how he's a stag, and you're a hotwife. I made him show me his wedding ring."

"Jesus. I'm sorry. You must be furious."

"No, I'm Sandra," she winked. "So you're having trouble finding a big black cock to fuck?"

"Any cock. Alex might be the only available one at this entire resort."

"I would agree. That's why I've spent the majority of my week with him. He's not just a pretty cock, by the way. He's a damn fine fuck."

"Yeah, well... I'll let you get back to him, Sandra. I'm sorry for intruding."

"Wait. Where are you going?"

"Back to my room."

"Why? Didn't you come here for a threesome?"

"What?"

"I really hope so. Otherwise I am going to be pissed that you made us stop fucking."

"H... how did you know?"

"Because Alex and I just talked."

"I'm not sure how he could have conveyed why I'm here. To be honest, I don't know why I'm here."

"It's pretty simple from where I'm standing. You need to get laid. It's a win-win-win. I've always wanted to try a threesome with another woman but Mandy's too chicken shit. He knows I'm down to fuck. He knows I wanna get freaky with him and a babe, and you're as hot as he described. Plus, he said you and he have never had a threesome before. I'd get off on being the one that could make that happen for you."

"Are you sure?"

Sandra stepped forward, running her hand along Christina's cheek. Slipping her fingers through her hair and around her neck, she pulled her into a kiss. It felt like spring, her heart fluttering from the way her mouth was being taken. She felt Sandra playing with the tie of the silky robe she was wearing, opening the front. Her soft hand touched her skin, traipsing her fingertips along her abdomen. It tickled, and she yelped before playfully giggling. Sandra responded by biting at her lower lip, sucking on it.

Her fingers found Christina's nipple, and the ring that was pierced through it. She moaned her approval as she pulled at it, even giving it a slight twist. Christina winced, sucking in her stomach, but she remained locked to her lover's lips, unwilling to be the one to break away.

Sandra changed tactics quickly, her hand finding Christina's mound, feeling the soft tuft of fur that adorned it. Moving down, she let her fingers dance between her parted legs, toying with the wetness she found waiting for her. When she slipped two fingers inside, probing deep, she backed off the kiss for just a moment, licking at her ear.

"See... I knew you were down to fuck as soon as I laid eyes on you."

"Yeeeeessss! Pleeeeeaaassse!" she panted.

"You want to cum, don't you Chris," she said, already shortening her name like they were old friends.

"Oh God yeeeeessss," she whimpered.

"Drop the robe. I want you naked like me."

Christina scrambled to get her arms out of the sleeves, letting the silk fabric slide down her body. She caught it with her right hand, tossing it through the door into the bungalow. Stepping closer, she took Sandra into her arms, feeling her incredible skin against hers for the first time. The embrace was electric, fueled by the fingers curling perfectly inside her pussy to massage her g-spot.

"I'm want to make you cum on my fingers, Chris. Right out here. Tell me that's what you want me to do. I want to hear you beg me to make you cum."

"Fuck yes! Make me cum, Sandra! Make me cum right here out in the open. Please! Make me cum. Make me... Oh god... I'mmmm cuuuuummmmmiiinnnnnngggg!" she exclaimed as Sandra found that magical place inside her walls and rubbed it hard and fast.

She was startled at how quickly she'd been able to bring her to climax. She leaned into her, biting into Sandra's shoulder to keep from screaming out as the orgasm consumed her. Her legs were shaking, and she leaked heavily over the hand invading her body. She didn't squirt, but it wasn't far from it.

Sandra brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking on them before resuming their kiss. Christina finally allowed her hands to roam over her lover's body, moaning sexily when she squeezed her firm, tight ass.

They stood in that open doorway for at least another five minutes, the two of them making out while they sensually groped each other's bodies. It was unlike anything Christina had ever experienced. She'd had sex with Brandi before, and she'd eaten both Sabrina and Consuela. But that was just sex. This... this was more. It was definitely going to lead to sex, but there was a long, wonderful journey that they were going to take to get there. And it seemed like they were in no hurry.

Sandra was nibbling and sucking on Christina's neck when she asked, "How long has it been since you got dick, babygirl?"

Christina was nearly floored by the ebony beauty referring to her the same way Gerard did. It was certainly just a coincidence; the idea of it being an ethnic thing seeming farfetched and perhaps a bit racist. But she couldn't help but connect the two, if for no other reason than how it made her melt inside.

Dragging her fingernails lightly up and down Sandra's spine, she admitted, "A week ago Wednesday."

"Mmm... as much as I'm looking forward to eating that sweet pussy of yours, we need to get you fucked before you forget what it's for. Your stag already had me creaming twice. How about you eat me, and then I'll suck the creampie out of you while he takes me back to pound town."

"You have quite the way with words, lover."

"C'mon. Let's let Alex have his way with you. I wanna watch you cum on his cock."

"See what I mean. It's like I'm reading Shakespeare."

Sandra smirked and said, "Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie."

"What?"

"It's from Venus and Adonis, a poem by Shakespeare. You can kiss my mouth, and if that's not enough... you can go lower and kiss my other lips."

"Wow. You are full of surprises."

"So was Shakespeare. He wrote about sex a lot. Hamlet waxed poetic about his girlfriend Ophelia. He said 'That's a fair thought, to lie between maids' legs.' Of course, he was pretty fucked up, dealing with his father's ghost and stabbing his Uncle. My point is it just goes to show you that men think about sex all the time. They've been doing that for centuries. Your husband must be thinking about it right now. Let's go fuck him."

"Why do I have the feeling we're about to become good friends?"

"I don't know, could it be because I'm thinking about putting my tongue in your tail?"

Christina grinned. "The Taming Of The Shrew is my favorite. I was never fond of Hamlet. And I first fell in love with Shakespeare when I read A Midsummer Night's Dream as a teenager. But I have to be honest, I'd never heard of Venus and Adonis before tonight. Makes me wonder what else you're going to teach me."

"Oh, I think we're both going to learn a few things. I've never been in a threesome with a woman before."

"You've never been with a woman?"

"Huh? No, babygirl. You've got this all backwards. I'm bi. Mandy is my partner. She's gay. We've been together for six years. We're actually engaged."

"You're engaged."

"Uh-huh. But, a couple times a year I need to feed my fix for cock. She knows it. I know you haven't met her, but she's this hot little ball of fire. She's from Puerto Rico originally, and she wields a strap-on like most men I've been with. Nevertheless there are times I crave the real thing. So, we go on vacation, and I find someone to have fun with. She's always there when I make the connection. This time it happened to be on the golf course, and your son was there."

"Mandy is gay," Christina said, a shocked expression on her face.

"Uh huh. But, she's not a virgin anymore. Last night was the first time she ever fucked a man."

"Alex?"

"Well, yeah. Who else? You already said there's no other good cock here. That's why you came knocking, isnt it? I told her if she were ever going to try it, he was the one. She was so enamored with how he interacted with Tommy on the course; how calm and relaxed he was, and how at ease he was helping him. Then I told her how incredible he is in bed... after the second night I was with him, I had her convinced. I just wasn't ever going to talk her into a threesome. Actually, that was a good thing. I don't think she ever tries it if I'm there. Too much pressure. Alex was the same strong, patient, caring man she met that day on the golf course. It was perfect."

"Does he know he was her first?"

"No. And I don't want him to."

"Why not? I think it's beautiful."

"I do too. And I want him to think of it that way. If he knows, it might change how he'll remember their night together. The great thing about a serendipitous experience is that you don't have too much information to clutter it. It's like listening to a new song for the first time, and the lyrics hit you. They speak to you. And then every time you hear it after that, even if it's years later, you remember back to who you were and what you felt in that moment. If you find out later that the person that wrote the song had an entirely different meaning to it, it forever alters that memory. It can't go back to what you thought it was about. I don't want to ruin that for Mandy or Alex."

"God, Sandra. That might be the sweetest thing I've ever heard."

"Thanks. But we're wasting time. Let's go write the lyrics to the memory we're going to make tonight."

"Or maybe the lines to a sexy poem of our own," she giggled.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Early Saturday morning, April 13th

Christina rolled over, her body finding no resistance. She let out a quiet sigh; one of longing and a hint of sadness. Thankfully she felt a strong arm slip over her midsection, the hand gripped her toned abdomen. She was pulled back, into Alex's warmth, their bodies molding together perfectly.

"You're not going anywhere. You're staying here tonight," he whispered as he kissed her neck.

"She's gone," she sighed again, reaching out to touch the sheets where she'd been laying; hoping it was a dream and she was mistaken.

"She left an hour ago. They're leaving for home in a couple of hours."

"What time is it?"

"Almost six," he said as he stretched, his cock pressing into her lower back because of his movements.

She adjusted, fitting his hardness back into her ass crack, where she felt it belonged. That is when it wasn't buried in the pussy of some pretty woman he'd bedded.

Her fingers kept searching the mattress, until she accepted that Sandra was truly gone. Pulling her arm back, she clutched his hand.

"I miss her already," she admitted.

"You'll see her again," he replied confidently as he resumed kissing along her neck and shoulder, leaving behind a wet trail.

"Yeah. Right."

"They're coming to the house next weekend."

"What? How? Why?"

"Mmm... that's a lot of questions for so early in the morning," he mused, running his hand through her hair.

"Seriously, Alex. What did you mean by that?"

"The what is exactly just what I said. They're coming to the house next weekend. The how, I would assume, would be them driving. The why is because I invited them."

"I don't understand."

"I know. There are probably some things you should understand. First, they're a gay couple."

"You know that?"

"Mandy and I talked during our night together. She's a lesbian. Sandra is bi. They're engaged."

"I know that. I didn't think you knew it."

"Ha. Yes I know. And I know I was Mandy's first man. It's kind of an honor she chose me. Anyway, we're getting off track. They live in Santa Ana. Sandra is a barista in a trendy coffeehouse. Mandy was one of her frequent customers. She's a nurse that works for a family practitioner. She's also the Alpha in their relationship, not that that matters. They flirted with each other for six months, and finally Mandy asked her out. They've been together ever since."

"And now they're coming to our house. Why, exactly?"

"Mandy is scouting our location."

"Huh?"

"They're getting married this summer, in July. She wants to get married on the beach, but it's hard to find a place that's private. I suggested the area behind our house. It's remote, you know. It's public but not that congested. If they have it back toward our entrance to the gate, it could be really nice. She said it's going to be a really small gathering. Less than thirty people, soooo... I might have insinuated they could have a reception in our backyard."

"Holy fuck. Are you serious!?"

"You're not mad, are you. Tommy loves both of them. He had the time of his life playing golf with them. They treated him like a player and not a kid. And Sarah has been swimming with Mandy three days this week. She also played cards with Sandra."

"You don't have to sell me on hosting a wedding. I'm in."

"I hope you are. That's not the only reason I invited them."

"It's not?"

"No. They know about skinny dipping Saturday's. Or any day, really. But I invited them to come Saturday."

"Are you thinking of hooking up with Sandra again?"

"Yes. And Mandy is looking forward to hooking up with you."

"Me? She doesn't even know me."

"No, but she'll hear all about what you're like in bed from Sandra, just like she did about me. Trust me, it's going to be a sexually charged day."

"What about the kids?"

"What about them? You don't think we can figure out a way to steal away in pairs for an hour or so each? You and I do it now, and it's just the two of us. With four of us, the two left behind can certainly occupy their attention."

Christina rolled inside his embrace, facing him. "Thanks for letting me be a part of last night. I would have understood if you would have sent me away."

"I understood why you were at the door. I'm proud of you for being brave enough to put your ego aside and show up. I've dreamed about doing that with you for ages."

"More than me being a hotwife?"

"Truthfully, yes. I just love the hotwife lifestyle more."

She stroked his cheek, and his cock, their eyes locked in the darkened room. "Because you love the idea of being a cuckold," she said assuredly. She wasn't teasing, or trying to get under his skin. She was quietly stating what she felt was fact.

He felt a calm come over him. He'd fought that idea for so long, at least with her. He continued to deny it. In truth, he totally committed to the other side of the dynamic. But he'd opened the door himself. He'd playfully said as much in a text to her when he told her he'd help her find people to serve when she was acting like a paid whore. She'd questioned why he'd do that. He responded that it's what a cuckold would do for his loving hotwife.

He suddenly regretted telling her that. Actually, it wasn't sudden. He'd been thinking that way for a while. Almost since he'd said it. He'd seen it in his work, although he'd never been foolish enough to do it himself. The idea of a lawyer caught in a situation where they'd proverbially unzipped their fly, accidentally introducing something incriminating into evidence that would come back to haunt them in trial. It was a nightmare he'd woken up to more than once. Yet this was real; a nightmare within a nightmare, as it were.

He felt foolish attempting to backtrack on his statement, mainly because he'd made great strides of putting his foot down with her and her cuntish behaviour the past week. He felt he'd regained some control in their marriage. He definitely saw a shift, and that he'd been offered more respect from her. The threesome they'd just shared was testament to that. It wouldn't have happened if he hadn't connected with Sandra and Mandy, and if he hadn't been willing to invite Christina into bed with he and Sandra.

Yet her comment about him loving the idea of being her cuckold caught him off guard. Especially the softness of her voice and the gentle way she was stroking him. He didn't want to ruin everything they'd just shared to prove he was truly a stag. He felt he already had. Still, all he could do was bring himself to nod slowly. And in doing so, he sensed the power dynamic shifting back to her. He was back to square one.

Christina brushed his hair away from his eyes. Rolling them together, she moved to her back, pulling him by his cock on top of her. She spread her legs, offering herself to him, but letting him make the decision on his own.

Her eyes penetrated his, speaking to him, their sparkle showing her excitement. "I know you want to be my cuckold, sweetie. I respect the strength it took for you to admit it to me, even if you needed to do it in your own way in that text. I'm excited about leading our marriage, Alex. Our sex life. And I'm going to, most of the time. Make no mistake about that. I'm in charge. But I'm not stupid. I know you love me, and that you bring a lot to what we're going to do sexually. Last night is proof of that. Saturday will likely become another affirmation. You may not fantasize as much about being a stag like you do a cuckold, but that's in you too. Fuck me, Alex. I'm begging you. Fuck me like the stag you are for me right now."