Lindsay Loves It Ch. 03

For the first time since I could remember, I woke up before Cody. He was sleeping soundly. No doubt it was from the pleasure of the previous night. I looked in the mirror. I was a mess. My hair was like a rat's nest, my makeup was smudged in places, missing in others. I had marks on my neck where Jeff had held me down and choked me. I looked at my ass. It was amazing. There were purplish spots all over, from Jeff's hands and fingers. The bruising had begun, it was like a web, covering my entire ass. I rubbed it softly, it was still very tender to the touch. I smiled. Admittedly, it was incredible. I'd never been spanked like that. Cody would have to take note of that.

It was just after 7am. I knew I needed to get ready. As I showered I thought of everything I'd done in the last two days. There was Jeff's blowjob in the bar alley, the blowjobs to his friends, and the amazing fuck on the beach. This is what Cody and I had talked about, me getting it far more often, as I needed. Now, I was going to have to feel what that actually would be like. I was almost purring at that thought as I tenderly teased my clit a bit in the shower, before making myself stop so that I could take whatever came later.

I opted for a more conservative (for me) two piece bathing suit. It still reveals a lot of cleavage and my ample behind can still be admired but compared to the one I wore the previous night it was nearly virginal! I put on my floppy straw hat and my large rimmed sunglasses. This time I had a less revealing cover to wear over the suit. Cody stirred in bed finally. He saw me dressed.

"Mmm," he said foggily. "Are you headed out to breakfast?"

He knew where I was headed, he was smiling. He knew exactly what I'd be consuming.

"Mm Hmm," I said. "Remember, I don't have any idea what Jeff has planned today."

"Yes you do, he wants to fuck your ass and give you a slut tattoo!" Cody said, now fully awake.

"I know, silly. I meant besides that. I don't know if he is going to let me come back. Remember he told me to tell you that I wouldn't be spending much time, if any, with you."

"Yes," Cody said with more than a hint of remorse. "I don't know if I can take that."

"We have to take it now," I said. "I promised him. Don't worry, we still have a couple days left after they leave. Then, it'll be all US."

He got up to hug and kiss me. It was like I was leaving on a long trip.

I grinned at him lustily. "Next time you see this shaved pussy it might have a tattoo on it, right here..." I said as I slid the bikini to the side and pointed to the bare spot just above my pussy lips.

He cupped my ass in his hands as he hugged me. "And, this ass is going to be filled. Can I have it too, you know, after...?"

"Oh god," I said. "Maybe, but you know how he fucked this pussy...I'm not sure I could take it if he fucks my ass the same way."

He was starting to realize that this was how it was going to be when I was being used by someone else. I was hoping it would give him ideas on how to use me as well. I knew it would, he was certainly capable. I knew that if I was going to be Jeff's plaything for awhile, that Cody really needed something to keep his mind (and body) occupied. I told him he needed to find some pussy. He didn't disagree. He mentioned he had a few possibilities from his walks on the beach.

"You have someone in mind, don't you!?" I said as I playfully punched his arm.

"Maybe," he grinned with guilt.

"Good," I moaned as I grabbed his crotch and massaged his cock and balls. "Give her everything you'd give me," I urged.

We kissed and parted. Though it was completely mutual now, I still felt guilty for leaving him even with knowing he was probably going to be fucking while I was out. He was my husband after all and our love is real, deep, and lasting. It helped thinking that Cody was far more into all this than before. I had no doubt that this was going to spur him on in the future, that he'd be taking more of these ideas and take the reins more himself. I giggled to myself at that thought, "taking the reins." I'd love to be reined in like that, in leather straps, like a horse. I chuckled that I might be a bit of a "pony girl." I had to remember to tell Cody that one, hopefully he'd add that to his fantasies of me with black me, frat guys, and his bride slut thing. As I walked towards the bar I imagined myself walking down the beach like that, leather straps, a bit in my mouth, and a pony's tail sticking out of my ass. I thought of what Jeff would do to me if I showed up to him like that. My pussy started to drip thinking of that.

I got to the bar, my head swimming with lustful images. Mark and Ronnie were there in the alley, giddy like eager schoolchildren on the last day of school. They ushered me into the alley. It was a bright, sunny morning and this alley was a connecting point between the street and the beach. Perhaps it wasn't the most travelled one, but still one often used during the daytime. Mark and Ronnie had already worked that out.

"You suck one of us, we'll just keep our shorts on, the other will keep watch. We'll say, "yellow" and that will be our warning word to stop. You can just stand up and we'll act like we're just talking."

I smiled, "wow, you two have already thought this out."

Mark grinned, "we're Marines, we always have to have a battle plan."

They were both ogling me freely. My own fantasies and desires started to take over, which I knew they'd enjoy.

"Ok, you guys will just take your cocks out, that'll be easier for you to just stuff them back in your shorts quickly. But, I need to be more slutty, for you. I should have to take more risk."

I reached under my cover and removed my top, I handed it to Mark. "Don't give me this back until I've pleased you both. My tits could still be seen through it, but only barely and only if someone was right on top of me. That wasn't my risk, though.

"You guys obviously want to see my tits and it will add to your pleasure," I said. They responded with rapid nods. "No self respecting slut should be sucking cocks without her tits hanging out. So, I'm going to pull my cover up and let you see my tits. I did so, I folded it up just above my tits so that it stayed. They were in view. "I'll just have to pull it down when you say "yellow."

I realized two things. One, that by the time I was alerted, someone might at least get the idea of what I was doing. Two, there were TWO ends to the alley, obviously. One was by the entrance to the bar, the second was from the beach. We had Ronnie stationed at the one by the bar, figuring it was far more likely someone would be heading TO the beach at this time, than coming in from it. I loved the risk, though, the thought of getting caught being a cock sucking slut just made me wetter.

Mark was first. His thick, short cock was going to be inside my eager mouth. I knelt in front of him while he fished out his cock. He leaned back against the cement as I began to lick him.

"You really like this don't you?" He asked with a gasp.

"Like what?" I asked with a lewd grin. "Sucking cock? Just make me say it. Yes, I fucking love sucking cock."

"Fuckkk," he moaned. I 'd just ratched up his excitement level. "Then do it, suck my fucking cock...bitch," he added at the end.

I removed my mouth from his cock only for a second. "Nice, that's more like it."

I happily blew him as my tits swayed in the warm, gentle ocean breeze. Ronnie was spending more time watching us than watching for onlookers. It just added to my excitement, knowing I had an audience. I think it hastened Mark's climax, as well. He rewarded my efforts by blowing his second load in my mouth in as many days. This was how I had imagined my cock sucking fantasies as far back as that night at the frat house where I'd been stopped too quickly. I was starting to live how it was REALLY going to be.

I was still gulping his cum down when Ronnie took his place. I let him fondle my naked tits before I dropped to my knees. I saw Mark wince, wishing he'd done it too. They weren't as afraid of Jeff now, both because they realized he had organized this, and because they knew I was willing to keep our own secrets. I was licking Ronnie's thin cock when all of a sudden we were interrupted at the beach entrance by a woman, probably in her late 40s. She huffed when she saw us. She got a full view of Ronnie's dick in my mouth, and me with my tits out. I jumped up and covered, my face suddenly hot with shame.

"Oh my," she stammered before her face tightened. "That's fucking disgusting," she said when she saw Mark at the other end. It all was coming clear to her what we were doing, what we were all doing together.

I saw her T-shirt. On it, ironically, was the saying, "Support our troops."

I pointed at her shirt. "Some of us actually LIVE it and don't just talk about it," I snipped at her. "Now, where were we?" I said to Ronnie, totally ignoring the bitch.

I rolled my top back over my tits and I dropped to my knees. I only heard her huff and heard her footsteps trail away, no doubt to find another exit. He didn't last long after that. He filled me with his sweet cum and yes, his did taste sweet. I normally love the taste of cum anyway but his was particularly pleasant tasting.

I stood up. Mark joined us. The two of them enjoyed pawing my tits together. They even dared putting their hands on my pussy, through the material. I was wet, I'm sure it was starting to show. I was sandwiched between them, Mark was behind me, his hands encircled my bare tits, Ronnie was in front, alternating between my tits and my pussy. Two young guys, let's call them 18 year olds, for literotica's sake, with boogie boards and surfer shorts came down the alley towards us. They saw us and stopped for a second. Ronnie stepped aside as Mark pulled me back with him to the wall, to allow them access by. I didn't even bother covering my tits. Mark's hands never left them as the guys passed by with smiles and "thumbs up" signs. My wetness was signalling to my brain how much I enjoyed being seen. I was beginning to understand my need for that, as well.

Reluctantly I had them stop. I still hadn't heard from Jeff, I had no idea what he wanted next. I left the boys with deep, tongue kisses and I walked up to their motel and I knocked on the door. There was no answer, I looked through the partially open drapes and the room was empty. I texted Jeff. "I did your bidding, sir. What next?"

He didn't answer. I walked back to my motel. If anything, I was certainly getting some good exercise. Cody was gone as well. I figured he was out working on getting fucked as well. I texted him a short note.

"Hi baby, hope you are having fun. I just wanted to tell you what a lucky, and full cocksucking slut your wife is." I knew that thought would warm him up.

I was still excited and now on edge, not knowing what I was going to have to do or when I was going to have to do it. In the meantime, I gave myself a makeshift enema, using a shampoo bottle. I wanted to be prepared for Jeff.

I hung out by the pool. I had to wear my tight white shorts, cut low on my hips which still revealed the shape of my ass nicely without showing all the bruises. In my current state of arousal and my growing desire for exhibition, I really wanted to be seen. Without the bruising I'd be wearing the most revealing suit possible, though Jeff had taken my best one that previous night. I did my best, I rolled down the top to reveal a lot more cleavage, as we women do when we are sunning and, I rolled up the sides of the shorts up to my hips.

It was a Saturday morning, the weekend crowd had arrived. The pool was full of rowdy, mostly young people. I let them get a good look at me as I walked in. I found one of the few remaining loungers and I laid down on my stomach. The bar had just opened, I ordered an icy margarita. I kept checking my messages, there were none yet. I actually started to get worried that maybe Jeff was blowing me off. In the meantime, I was getting a lot of attention from the guys sitting next to me. They were college guys, goofy, fun, and horny. They kept wanting to put lotion on me, as they watched me do it. I didn't want to get into anything I couldn't immediately abandon, for Jeff. I teased them a bit, but didn't push it.

Two chairs down I noticed a black guy, probably around my age. He'd taken notice of me as well. Each time I glanced his way through my sunglasses I noticed he was eyeing me. I think he was taking a particular fancy to my ass. Cody always said my full, round ass was the kind black guys like. I told him that I thought it was the kind ALL guys like! Still, he was enjoying the view, for sure. I thought of Cody and his fantasy, well, maybe it's my fantasy too. I think we both love the thought of his wife's creamy white irish skin contrasted against chocolate skin. I was getting myself worked up again. I would've been fingering my pussy by now if I wasn't in a crowded place.

Still, I wasn't in the position of pursuing anything, I was still at the mercy of Jeff and his whims. I was beginning to wonder how long I was supposed to wait. I felt like walking up the beach to find Cody and jump his bones. In the meantime, the old woman who was sitting next to me, between me and the black guy, moved. He took no time taking the chair next to me. My ass was nearly right under him. I spread out and smiled. He struck up a conversation. His said his name was Reggie, but to call him "reg," like with a "j" sound. I raised up to shake his hand, I could see him gazing down at me and down my top. I felt a warm flush, knowing he was taking in my ample cleavage. "Damn that Jeff," I thought, he was driving me to distraction by keeping me on edge like that.

Reg and I chatted for a bit. I could see it visibly bothering the college boys on the other side of me, no doubt they were jealous of the attention I was giving Reg. I got up to stretch. Reg suggested getting us a drink. I followed him to the bar, which was no more than a wooden stand they'd built next to the pool with a couple of plastic stools. We sat and drank while we talked. He could see I was married, I had my ring on. He was eyeing me the whole time, finally, he said, "I can't help but notice those bruises on your neck. Hopefully, you aren't being abused at home."

I shyly smiled. "No, I'm not."

"Those look like hand prints."

"Maybe," I said softly. The thought of it was making me hot, remembering how I got them as well as the embarrassment of having someone else see them. Truthfully, I'd forgotten them unlike the ones on my ass, though they weren't as prominent.

"Look, I'm a cop," Reg said seriously. "If your husband is abusing you, I can make sure you're safe."

It was humiliating being interrogated like that, it only added fuel to the fire. "How do you know it was my husband that gave them to me?" I giggled.

"Um, I don't...well...wow," he said, considering the ramifications of that.

I leaned and whispered to him, "you should see the ones on my backside." I twisted a little bit and then lifted the bottom of my shorts up to a point he could see some of them clearly.

"Oh wow," he said, now smiling. "Now I think I get it, takes me awhile," he chuckled.

"Well, I don't suppose you run into this all that often."

"You'd be surprised some of the crazy shit you see as a cop."

"True," I said. I noticed his beautiful smile. He was fit, athletic, he had a washboard stomach. His arms were strong and tight. He had tattoos on both his arms and on his torso. I realized my eyes were wandering over his body and he caught me. I blushed I started to wonder if Cody's fantasy might come true.

That thought was interrupted by a text from Jeff. "Morning sunshine. Enjoy your breakfast?"

"Very much, sir," I responded, recalling the delicious cum I'd consumed. "Where have you been? I thought maybe you'd had enough of me."

"No, I doubt that would ever happen. I've been busy. You'll like the reason, trust me. Are you busy now?"

"No, I've been waiting for you. Cody is gone. I'm just laying out by our pool getting hit on by a black guy," I wrote, mostly to see if he was the jealous type.

He was. "If you've done anything with him already then forget it."

"I haven't," I wrote back.

"Good, I ain't getting seconds from some...you know," he said, barely resisting using a racial slur.

I didn't care for the racism but I did like the thought that he was the alpha, in control of me. It was up to HIM what I did, not me, not Cody, for the time being.

"What have you got on?" he wrote.

I told him about my low cut stretchy white shorts and bikini top.

"Good. Meet me in an hour at my place."

I liked how he made me come to him, it just cemented me further in my place. I was his to use as he saw fit. I'd only dreamed of this type of treatment, I'd never actually lived the fantasy. This whole thing, the fantasy, the vacation, was just the perfect storm for Cody and I to finally start living the life we talked about. He'd left me nearly an hour which left Reg time to get more forward.

"So you are on vacation by yourself? Your husband lets you free?"

"No, he's here. We just like our "space" sometimes."

He looked at my ass, hinting at the bruises underneath. "And that space includes some...extra playing?"

I blushed at the inference. "Sometimes," I said. He was really interested and I felt I needed to keep the possibilities open, for Cody, for us.

He saw my honesty as a green light. "And, you like to play rough..."

I lowered my head as my face felt hot as I answered, "sometimes..."

"You know I'm a cop. I have handcuffs," he grinned jokingly, but with an obviously serious undertone.

I felt my brain send jolts to my pussy with that. I absolutely love being handcuffed. For me, they really have to be the metal ones. They have to be cold steel. It makes me feel more helpless, more at the mercy of the one that handcuffed me. Cody and I had tried the soft, fluffy ones and it always felt more like childs play than actually being taken. I didn't doubt that Reg had the real, police issued ones. I thought of what that meant. I thought of what he'd do to me if I was helpless. I had to shake that thought for now. I had to go. Reg was crestfallen. He thought I wasn't interested. I was, but I had no idea if I'd even be "allowed" to do anything. Until Jeff left I was still going to be under his control. Plus, Cody has to be involved. I realized how complicated this lifestyle can be. We'd just begun it, we'd have to work out things like this. Reluctantly I left him there, but not before finding out he was going to be staying for a few more days.

I cleaned up and I took a cab down to Jeff's motel. I didn't want to be all sweaty for him. He opened the door to his room. Ronnie and Mark were sitting on the bed, smiling. I stood in front of them. They ogled me freely. Jeff had me stand there while he brushed his teeth.

"Jeff, can we see...?" Mark asked beggingly.

He looked at me with a foamy mouth full of toothpaste. "Sure, slut, take off your top while I get ready."

I felt my head fill with blood as I took off my top, baring my tits for them.

"Bend over the bed," Jeff barked. "Just on your hands. Stay like that."

I was bent at the waist, I was supported by my hands on the bed. This had the effect of letting my tits hang down freely and openly. The boys got an eyeful. Even as Jeff went into the bathroom I had to stay in that position. I lowered my head to avoid their gazes but I heard them snickering and giggling at my predicament. Finally, Jeff came back into the room. He straightened me up roughly.

"These are mine," he grinned as he twisted my nipples hard just to make me wince. "From now on, if you are in our presence, any of us, in private, or when I instruct you, you are to be topless for us. These tits are made to be shown, military guys especially."