For Display Only Pt 09

Before we shut the lights off and went to sleep, Ed asked, "What would you like to do this weekend, Mara, my love?"

"What do I always want to do?" saying what he had come to expect ever since my transition into the perfect ravenous hotwife. Since that night at the roadhouse, Ed had removed all the traditional marriage restraints and happily watched me get picked up by any man of my choosing. I had no idea I would commit so completely but it became my drug of choice. With my husband's consent I was an irresistible fuck.

"I thought we could take an overnight trip up to Hot Angel Island."

Now Hot Angel Island was essentially an amusement park for adults. It didn't start out that way but when the casino went in it changed the surrounding activities as well. Nude beach, gambling, prostitution, a dogging park (on the sly) and a lavish hotel where swingers were encouraged and expected. There was never a shortage of willing participants. It had a reputation.

"I think I could be persuaded."

Hot Angel Island was actually not an island but a large clearing in the forest hills with a well groomed beachfront overlooking a huge mountain lake. In my mind the perfect spot to get in trouble and I was trouble in a dress.

Ed was excited beyond belief and insisted on coming with me to pick out a new bikini and accessories after work. It was a true fetish wanting to dress me to be seduced by another man. Wait, did I use the singular? I meant 'other men'.

Before we got out of bed Ed asked if he could get a quickie before work. "Of course, baby," I said, "How do you want me?"

"Doggy, my sweet. You know how I love to watch that hot ass shake."

I got on all fours and presented my pussy to him. I never said it aloud but I liked these morning fucks. A wet runway at the mere mention of getting fucked and an orgasmic hair trigger made me the ultimate quickie girl.

"You married well, Edward," I teased him. "C'mon and take me, big boy...fuck the wifey."

He joyously entered me and went after it like a demon. "We're going to have a ball at Hot Angel," he said, his voice shaking every time he banged me. "I can't wait to watch my girl take a truck load of cock...I'm cumming, babe."

"I'm going to perform for you, baby. C'mon, drop your load in me just like like those nasty boys are going to."

That was just enough dirty talk to put him over the top and with a low moan he released his spunk in my accommodating cunt. "That's another satisfied customer."

"God I love it when you play bad girl. It fucking turns me on," he said, dismounting me.

"I'm not playing, I am a bad girl...your bad girl."

"Oh shit, are you trying to make me late for work?"

I got very coquettish and teased him, my forefinger pulling down slightly on my lower lip. "Mmmmmm. Guess I'll just have to wait for the mailman."

"You're brutal, Mara. Delightfully brutal."

I laughed as he had to pry himself away from my gravitational pull to make it to the shower. I sat on the edge of the bed and thought that mailman idea wasn't such a bad one. Service at your door!

Ed grabbed his briefcase and was gone. We'd leave for Hot Angel Island in the morning but until then I had a space to fill and time to kill. The mailman...hmmmmm. A bit too stereotypical but some of these guys were built sturdy to lug that bag around.

The doorbell rang. The mailman?

It was the new neighbor, Gary, from next door holding a handful of mail from his box.

Still in my morning lingerie, his eyes widened when he saw me, "I'll get right to the point. Donna went to run some errands, how about a quickie?"

Crossing right behind him was the mailman, looking as buff as the recruiting poster at the post office and depositing the mail to the left of Gary's proposition.

"Hold that thought, Gary." I reached up and plucked a piece of mail from his hand, tossed my robe on and brusquely blew past my well hung neighbor. "Excuse me, excuse me!" The carrier was fast and efficient and had a good two house lead on me but I closed the gap with sheer tenacity. "Excuse me," I said out of breath.

Somewhat surprised, he turned around, "Yes?!"

"This was in our box," I said, trying to sound sexy instead of wheezing, "but it's not our mail." He read the address, "No it's not, I could have sworn I put this in your neighbor's box." Right here I let my robe slip open.

I took the opportunity to fling out a double entendre, "No, you put it in my box. Normally that wouldn't be such a bad thing."

Remaining all business, "Would you mind sticking it in their box for me?"

"Are you sure I should be doing that? Isn't that like tampering or something. I'm not a postal employee." I let the robe reveal a little more.

"No, you're sure not," he said, struggling not to let his eyes wander.

"C'mon, I'll walk back with you."

He followed me back to Gary's doorstep and with a smile made a minor ceremony out of putting the letter in the mailbox. "There!"

And as we turned to go towards my lawn I asked, "And could you please check my box?"

He stopped, rifled through his bag, "No, I think that's all."

Getting very close to him, my sheer lingerie covered tit pressed against his chest. "I'm pretty sure you need to put one more thing in my box. You seem parched, can I invite you in for a glass of water?"

His resistance slowly melting away, he followed me inside like a zombie with only one thing on his mind. Two steps in, I kicked the door shut and dropped my robe and lifted off my lingerie and pushed him back on the sofa.

While I unzipped his postal shorts and worked to pull his cock out I said, "I'm Mara."

"I know, I read it on your mail. I'm Steve."

There was something about the exchange that made me laugh.

"What about your husband?"

As I stroked and sucked him I paused, "He's at work and besides he likes it when I fuck other men."

As if given the green light he took over, kissing me and going cowgirl he lifted me onto his hard rock cock. I guided him in and twerked a smile across his face. He obsessively kissed me and held my tits. "Fuck you're hot, Mara."

Being upright as I was, I noticed, through the two windows we shared with the neighbors, Gary was watching us and jerking off. He saw me look over and, of all things, waved. Fucking moron.

Steve steered me into a doggy fuck and pounded my pussy just the way I liked it, hard and jarring. My head jerked and my ass shook. I was cumming and I knew the one thing that would put me over the top, "Twist my nipples hard, Steve." He reached around and fulfilled my request so well it took the wind out of me and I had a massive orgasm. Surely my girl juices were flowing down his shaft.

"I'm cumming, Mara! Here's some more male in your box," and as he dropped his load in me I looked up over the sofa armrest just as Gary shot spunk on his window. At the same time Donna pulled in the driveway.

Steve got his pants back on and everything in order to continue his route. "Mara, can I see you again? This is my regular route now."

"Of course, baby. Just remember to knock first. I like my mail hand delivered."

We kissed goodbye and he reluctantly went off to do his job. On the other side of the house it didn't take Donna long to figure out why Gary creamed their window. You could hear them yelling halfway down the block.

Every few sentences I could make out, "It's why I divorced you!" "You're a shrill bitch!" "...that slut, Mara..." Those and other complimentary arrows were flying everywhere and then nothing. Complete silence.

There was only two possible answers I could imagine. 1) One killed the other. 2) Suddenly, anger turned to, but no, how could that be? Then I looked out at the defaced window and Donna, Windex in one hand and a rag in the other, was cleaning the cum off the sill while Gary was fucking her from behind.

I was shocked that these two mortal enemies were actually doing something together. I liked to think something I did inspired peace in their kingdom.

Gary waved.

***

After Ed got home we had a quick bite out of the fridge and headed for the mall, what I called the cesspool of debauchery. I suppose anywhere that concentrates men and women and overstuffed chairs to watch each other, thoughts will be had. And for the risk takers, the possibilities are endless.

Ed loved watching guys try and pick me up almost as much as watching them fuck me.

I cautioned him that this trip had to be about getting me in a new bikini and getting home so we could leave early in the morning.

"By the way, big boy, I fucked the mailman today."

"Aw, I'm sorry I missed that one. Did you have fun?'

"Very. I'm on his route now! He's built like a pro wrestler."

'Oooo, I love when the big ones twist you into a knot. Ah, my little man-bait Mara."

I giggled at his silliness as we walked into the cesspool.

Towards the center of the mall was the lingerie store, scene of an earlier conquest. The ratio between men supposedly waiting for their wives/girlfriends and actual female shoppers was always way off and you can guess which way.

Now, usually Ed separates from me making it appear I'm alone but unlike other times he made a show of me being his girl. We headed for the bikini racks together in search of the sexiest suits made. Ed picked some and I picked out others.

Then as I went into the changing room, Ed asked me to step out and model each one for the benefit of "those poor horny slobs in the 'guys waiting around' chairs'."

I cautioned him, "The store's not going to let you do that and besides, I need a suit not a suitor."

"But you might like some balls with your bikini. Just go along with whatever comes your way. It'll be fun."

The store business had picked up significantly since we walked in and there were more women with their husbands in tow. Things became a little more chaotic and the pervs, who were loving the view and selection, were lost in the shuffle.

The first couple times out I could see Ed had engaged a chair buddy in conversation. Pointing at me, I was dying to know what Ed's warped brain was cooking up with the guy. In the meantime, the staff had more than they could sort out.

After my third showing, I went back to a text from Ed, 'this time ask for your 'honey'. Like you need something.'

WTF?

My Ed, if you haven't noticed by now, is a fucking deviant. It's one of the things I like about him but sometimes his crafty machinations escape me. I end up going along just to see what happens.

I think that still makes me an accomplice.

I stepped out of the changing room with a bikini that looked like nothing more than three postage stamps and some kite string. I looked over to Ed and his perv pal and their mouths were open.

"Honey," I shouted according to script, "can you come and help me?"

And then I see Ed nudging the guy out of his chair. "I'm coming, honey," he says as he approached me. A couple staff members were confused but weren't confident enough to do anything. When mystery date got close I reflexively took him by the shirt collar and dragged him into the changing room.

Without saying anything I sat on the little bench and went for his zipper. He was in stun zone when I pulled out his cock and put it between my painted lips. Reaching behind me with one hand I untied the string so my tits could enjoy the show. He had this 'lottery winner' look as I vacillated between sucking him and licking his balls.

Right then a knock on the door, "How are you doing in there?" said a staff member.

Pausing the blowjob, I said ultra sweet, "Doing great. My husband is helping me try on a few more things. Thank you! Just about done."

By then, lucky boy had a monster boner so I stood up and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me."

I pulled the G-string off, turned my back and offered up the goods. He filled my wet hole without hesitation, half in disbelief that he was fucking someone else's wife. With the full length mirror I got to watch him fuck me which immediately brought me to climax. God, I was such an easy lay. A guy didn't have to work at pleasing me, my body was constantly at cum ready.

His eyes shut, he withdrew and laid a sticky track down my lower back.

After that I was all speed and efficiency, wiping the cum with a tissue from my purse, getting dressed and collecting the swimwear. I whispered, "Stay close to me, darling." On the way to the cashier he got the drift and put his arm around me. Just to poke him a little bit I said, "Do you have the credit card, honey?"

At first he was confused but then he feigned patting his pants pockets and, "Oh gee, babe, I thought you had it."

Looking in my purse, "Oh here it is." Only one dicey moment was when the cashier was ringing up the suits and one of them had a few spunk spots and she stopped as if to tell me about it. Our eyes met and immediately she knew and put the garment in the bag.

Ed had already gone and I walked out with my temporary husband arm in arm, turned right and there was Ed to intercept us. As he took my arm he said to the guy, "Hope you had a good time."

Walking away, "And did you have a good time, Mara, my little fuck machine?"

"Ed, doesn't that naughty mind ever get tired of setting me up?"

"Never. Exciting, isn't it?"

"He fucked me in a full length mirror."

"Yes, I am sorry I missed that but I have a very vivid imagination."

***

We got to Hot Angel Island by 10am, Saturday morning and while Ed took care of the hotel I looked around at all the men and women, most of them there to end up in each other's beds. It was truly a swinger's destination and I was getting damp just thinking about it.

Ed had booked us into the top floor facing the water. The room was gorgeous. "Where'd you get the dough for this, money bags?"

"From the, 'enjoy yourself while you still can fund'. We're relatively young, I've got a stunning hotwife, my dick still gets hard. I don't know about you but I don't want to miss a single moment of this opportunity."

"You're right, I'm going to change into one of the new bikinis, maybe we have some lunch and hit the beach?"

"Sounds good. Do a fashion show when you're ready."

I was nearly busting out of the yellow suit I picked but, of course, that was the whole point. It was so much fun to turn heads and to watch men's dirty minds fantasize about me as I walked by. I threw on an open front sheer top for lunch.

"Oh my," said my own personal gawker husband, "you are soooooo sexy, my love."

"Thank you." I made sure my hotwife anklet and necklace were in place. There was no question in this place the men would recognize walking opportunity. Everyone was watching everyone else. Kind of weird actually but then again it's what they/we came for. The ratio of men to women, as one might expect, favored the men meaning the women got an inordinate amount of attention.

Entering the open air restaurant Ed had me walk a couple of steps in front of him and when the hostess took us to the table he continued the same formula. "That's so the focus is where it should be," he said.

I felt white hot and loved knowing that their cocks were pressing on their clothing to get out as I walked by. I saw one guy 'adjust' himself. The hotwife jewelry would bring many offers before the day was done.

"Two mimosas and a danish," Ed told the waiter.

"That's it?!"

"Can't wait to get on the beach. I've heard the scenery is great."

"Okay, what kinds of playground ideas are running through that twisted head of yours?"

"I dunno. Watching you take a two on one or maybe a wife swap? Possibilities, possibilities! I could set up a gangbang with just the raw material in this restaurant."

"Well don't look now," I said looking over his shoulder, "but possibilities are coming this way."

The well crafted couple stopped at our table and introduced themselves, he with a French accent, "I'm Marcus and this is my wife, Livvy." Marcus was a handsome six feet of sculpted man and Livvy was a gorgeous, very petite blonde with a sweet, sweet rear end that I could see was getting Ed's focus.

"We wondered," said Marcus, "if we might sit and talk with you for a few minutes. Maybe we have similar interests?"

"Maybe," said Ed, "Please sit. We're Mara and Ed." Marcus sat next to me and Livvy next to Ed.

Marcus continued, "There's probably no reason to be coy since we're all here for similar reasons. My wife was attracted to Ed and I found your Mara simply mesmerizing..."

"She is," bragged Ed, "Many men have confirmed that." Everyone laughed. "And your Livvy is a charming doll."

Ed straightened up in his chair and it dawned on me that her hand had found its way to his package. It was subtle but unmistakable. Seizing the moment I placed my hand on Marcus's french jewels.

"From the looks on everyone's face we seem to all be interested?" said Marcus, "Yes?"

Everyone nodded.

"Wonderful. So! I propose we swap wives now, hit the beach and get to know each other. Then up to our suite for champagne and an afternoon delight?"

We all said yes and we left the restaurant holding hands with our new paramour, heading for a spot on the nude beach where beach umbrellas were set in rows. You camped where available and we got lucky and found two next to one another.

Marcus, admiring my figure, suggested that I remove my suit. "Oh, you think that's a good idea do you?" I teased him.

"I think it's an excellent idea. Everyone on the beach should have the pleasure of viewing your magnificent body."

"I will if you will."

"Now I'm not sure that's a good idea. I've had a hard-on since we left the restaurant."

"Oooooo, I like my man to wear his hard-on proudly."

"Okay, Mara, just for you." He slipped off his suit and he wasn't kidding. He was as stiff as an 8 inch piece of PVC pipe and I'm not so sure I didn't drool a bit when I saw it. "I can't seem to calm it down," he lightly complained.

"Here's something to hold you over until we go upstairs," and I licked him once like a popsicle.

"Oh god, Mara. You're such a vixen."

I flipped over on to my stomach to relax but he continued to be taken with my body and ever so delicately ran his fingertips everywhere. It was a fantastic turn on. I didn't know what the rules were regarding public sex but I was about to break them.

He was so engaging and sensual I forgot that I had a husband only a few feet away who had designs on a cute little blonde. I'm sure he had visions of hitting that bubble butt of hers. I overheard her say to him in somewhat broken English, "I can't wait for to have you fuck me." I looked over and she was naked and kissing him.

One thing was for sure, we had hit the swinger jackpot.

Eventually his heavenly touch put me to sleep, resting like I hadn't in years. I awoke after who knows or cares how long. His voice was soft and tender like the water gently caressing the shore, "Mara, my love, how would you like to go for a swim?" At that point I would have done anything he asked.

I took his hand and he led me into the water where I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him copiously. Beneath the water his ever-hard cock found its way into me and I welcomed him. We must have looked like young lovers rather then casual swingers.

On the shore Ed and Livvy were transfixed by their mate's love making. Ed told me later that while he watched us he'd imagined losing me to Marcus, we looked so connected. To be honest, I felt somewhat the same in his arms.

With his back to the shore he suckled my breasts and kept a constant rhythm under the waterline. With his large hands cradling my buttocks I completely lost control and orgasmed deeply and felt his swelling member about to do the same. We locked tongues and he released his cum in my pussy, some of it floating to the surface.

"Mara," he said slightly out of breath, "I could do this all day." Ed was right, for this brief moment in our lives I belonged to Marcus and we were in love. "It's not over yet, lover," I reassured him, "When we get upstairs I want you to fuck me like you mean it."