[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.]
Holly-Cam
Part-8
(A short recap from Part-7)
Lana decided to spend that night with her mommy and daddy (gee, what a surprise!) so Holly and I took an Uber back to the bungalow. In the backseat, I checked my phone for missed calls or messages, and found one from my boss with further details about Saturday's meeting, and one from Joe and Sandy back in Florida.
"Well, that's interesting," I laughed after reading Joe's e-mail. "Joe says that he and Sandy are flying out here to join us. They're going to land Thursday morning, and are wondering if there's vacancy at whatever hotel we're staying at."
Holly laughed, and said, "You mean
The Bisex Bungalow
? I think we can accommodate them."
"Wait! Are you saying that Joe's bisexual?" I said.
"No personal experience," Holly answered, "but that's what Sandy says."
"Holy crap!" I said. "I'd never have guessed." Then another thought struck me. "I wonder how quickly that clinic can get a blood test rushed through for them. I'd hate to have to leave them behind when we go to the swingers club get together Thursday night."
Part-8:
Without Lana there with us, Holly and I almost felt like empty-nesters in the bungalow, and we used the time to make warm, tender love to each other. It was actually a nice departure from the hot and heavy sex we'd been experiencing.
Afterward, we took a walk on the beach. Holly was topless with her sarong around her waist, and I was commando under a wrap-around towel that had a convenient tie to keep it from falling off while I walked.
We walked hand-in-hand in the moonlight, and as the water lapped at our bare feet, Holly said, "This past couple of weeks certainly has changed things, hasn't it?"
"More than I would ever have imagined!" I replied. "And you know what kind of imagination I have!"
She chuckled, but didn't make any reply. I had the feeling she was thinking about something.
After a dozen or so paces along the sand, she said, "Ted, I want to ask you something, and I promise that I'll be okay with the truth, no matter what it is." She paused a moment, and then asked, "Have you ever made it with another woman since we've been married?"
"You mean cheated on you? Nope," I answered without hesitation. "Well, not until you invited me to screw Lana, right in front of you," I added. "But I don't think that counts as cheating."
I went on, "Your love, your trust, your respect are
way
more important to me than getting my rocks off." I showed her my right and, and said, "This is the only mistress I've ever had since we started
dating
, much less since we've been married."
She gave me a big smile, kissed me as we walked, and then said, "I love you, baby! I never actually suspected you of cheating, by the way, but I guess I just had to know for sure. With you traveling so much, you would certainly have had the opportunity."
"I get it," I said. "No offense taken." Then I added, "Same question to you. With me being gone, you had the same opportunities."
"Never," she answered. "I never even kissed another person until your Holly-cam shenanigans started things with Sandy."
I laughed as I repeated, "My
Holly-cam shenanigans
. I'm not sure whether that's giving me credit or blame for all of this."
"Oh, it's credit!" she said with a smile. "I'm pretty happy with how things have turned out." There was another thoughtful pause, and then she asked, "So, did
you
ever suspect
me
of cheating?"
"
Suspect
you?" I repeated. "No; not even for a moment.
Fantasized
maybe, but not
suspected
."
"You
fantasized
about me cheating on you?" she said. "That's a little weird, isn't it?"
"Not really," I said. "Lots of guys have jerk-off fantasies about watching their hot, sexy wives getting wantonly screwed by some young stud."
"Really?" she said, obviously intrigued. "And who did you imagine me getting screwed by?"
"I don't know," I answered. "They were always strangers."
"You jerked off while fantasizing about me getting fucked by some total stranger?" she said. "And you have more than one of these fantasies?" she added.
"It's like watching my own private porn movie in my head but with you as the star," I replied.
"Tell me one," she said with a lilt in her voice that told me that she was finding this arousing.
I thought for a few moments, and then said, "There's one where I have you screwing the pizza delivery guy."
"I didn't have enough cash for a regular tip?" she said with a chuckle.
"No. You were horny as hell, and decided to see what being a slut wife would be like," I answered.
"Oh, I can't wait to hear this!" she said with a wide smile.
"Okay, so I'm off on one of my trips, and you're home alone and you start feeling kind of frisky," I began. "You decide to order in a pizza, and put a porn video on the TV in the living room, and spend some leisurely quality time with your dildo.
"So, you're flipping through the preview clips of the porn, and all those little teasers of hot, sexy men and women fucking and sucking have you pretty horny. You toss off your robe, and are sitting, bare-ass naked, on the edge of the sofa with the remote in one hand, and your other hand gently teasing your pussy lips.
"On the screen, you're watching a gorgeous black girl with a bubble-butt getting fucked from behind while she has her face buried in the pussy of a big titted white woman. You're just pressing your finger into your wet cunt-hole when the doorbell rings, and you jump about a foot. In your horny state, you had forgotten all about the pizza.
"You jab the pause button on the remote, and scramble to find your robe. It's that light one that's just long enough to cover your ass, and you're tying the sash around your waist as you head for the door.
"You open the door, and here's this tall, handsome young college student holding one of those insulated pizza delivery boxes. You can't help but notice as his eyes travel up and down your barely-covered body, and you see a wicked smile spread across his face. His look makes your already-wet pussy tingle even more.
"'
Come in. Let me get my purse
,' you tell him. You walk away, giving your ass a little extra sway, and you secretly give a little tug to the front of your robe to expose a little more of your tits to him when you turn back around. As you get your wallet out of your purse on the kitchen island, you look up, and notice that the TV—with the hot, bisexual, interracial three-way frozen on the screen—is perfectly reflected in the kitchen window.
"You turn and see that he is staring at the window. Then his gaze shifts, and you know that he's looking at the big rubber cock that you left sitting on the end table.
"His eyes go to your chest and your mostly-exposed tits, and then they meet yours. As he walks toward you with the pizza, he says, '
Where would you like it?
'"
"You're eyes flick down and you notice the bulge in his pants. You smile to yourself at the effect you're having on him, and you move your shoulders, trying to get the robe to gap open even more.
"'
Um, right here on the island, I guess,
' you answer his obvious
double-entendre
question.
"You're standing right next to him as he sets the delivery box down, pulls out the pizza and flips the box open to show you the steaming extra-sauce pizza you ordered.
"'
Is there anything else I can do for you, while I'm here, ma'am?
' he asks as he turns toward you, takes another obvious look at your tits.
"You lift your eyes from an equally obvious look at the bulge of his dick in his pant leg, and when you bring your eyes up to meet his, you say in one of those cheesy porn-movie lines, '
It's awfully big. Would you mind sticking around, and sharing it with me?
"
"He smiles that wicked smile, again, but before he can answer, you take his head in your hands, pull him close, and give him a wet, sensuous kiss to make sure he has gotten your meaning.
"Your own horny forwardness surprises you, but not as much as his reaction.
"He puts a strong hand on the back of your head, and presses your face tightly against his, taking your sensuous kiss and turning it into an aggressive mashing of lips and tongues that ends up with him biting hard on your lower lip.
"But you make no attempt to pull away, and he knows he hasn't misread you.
"Suddenly, he breaks the intense kiss, spins you around toward the counter, grabs the shoulders of your robe, and pulls it down your back, pinning your arms behind you and exposing your gorgeous tits with their fat, puffy nipples.
"With the sash tied around your waist, your bunched up robe has your hands restrained behind you. You could probably pull your arms free if you wanted to, but you don't even try, and he presses his body up against yours, shoving you against the counter.
"You can feel the bulge of his hard cock against your leg as he reaches around you and takes your full naked tits in his hands. He mashes and squeezes them hard, and then pinches and pulls on your aroused, puffed-up nipples.
"The tone of your moaning tells him what he wants to know, and he leans over and bites down on your ear. He growls between his teeth, '