[This picks up right where the last part ended.]
We were all laying together in the cabin making sure everyone was okay with what had just happened. My wife had no regrets. She really enjoyed it. Mike echoed likewise saying it was the hottest experience he had ever been a part of.
Personally though, I was starting to have second thoughts about everything. With post nut clarity finally settling in, I came to the realization that I was not a very active participant in this session. I felt like a spectator at some points and was having some doubts about how it all went down. But regardless of my second thoughts, I still found the experience to be exhilarating none the less.
Seeing my wife give another man a hand job, blow job and even having her pussy and clit stimulated by another man's huge cock all in the span of one night still felt so surreal. And if that didn't feel dreamy enough, watching Mike cum all over her in the end was too perfect to be true.
After some resting, Mike eventually left our cabin and went back to the main lodge to sleep while my wife and I laid in bed and snuggled for a while longer. We chatted some more and made out for a bit as well. After everything that had happened, a little intimate couple time was much needed. She asked me if I enjoyed it, and I hesitantly nodded saying it was very exciting to see her like that. Not wanting her to worry, I didn't bring up my growing doubts about what occurred and kept that to myself.
Out of curiosity, I asked her if she truly enjoyed it too or if she was having any second thoughts. My wife doubled down saying it was exhilarating and that she absolutely loved it. There was absolutely no hint of doubt or regret in her answer.
I asked her what her favourite part was next. She decisively told me it was seeing Mike cum all over her ass. She echoed my thoughts about how it was the most cum she had ever seen in real life and how she felt a huge adrenaline rush knowing she had made him cum.
While we were talking, she started rubbing my cock under my shorts, seeing if I'd be ready for round two just between the two of us. Just talking about it was making my wife horny again.
Knowing it was our last night here since my parents could only watch our little one for one more night, I did my best to muster up some strength to have some more fun with my wife.
Still drained from the night, I was as hard as I could get. I wasn't fully erect, but it would have to do. My wife seemed excited and immediately mounted me, pulling her panties to the side and placing my dick inside her insanely wet pussy. To see her this wet without any physical foreplay was shocking. It was so wet that my dick unfortunately kept slipping out of her while she rode me. Coupled that with my semi erect cock probably didn't lead to the most enjoyable feeling for her.
I could tell she was growing slightly frustrated. She kept riding me as best as she could, but her legs grew tired, so she jumped off and laid beside me, giving me a hand job instead. My cock fit snugly between her fingers as she didn't even need to grasp my cock with her full hand. It instantly brought back the image of her grabbing Mike's cock and barely fitting her hand around his shaft, cementing the huge difference in our size. It made me question if I would be able to ever truly satisfy her again knowing she had finally experienced a "real cock" now.
I came again shortly, with one little rope of cum barely escaping my dick. My wife smiled awkwardly as she wiped it up with a Kleenex. I was completely spent for the night now, but my wife was not. A part of me felt bad that I couldn't last longer. She insisted it was no big deal and would play with herself for a bit before going to sleep. After listening to her finger herself for a few minutes she eventually came and kissed me good night as she easily drifted off to sleep. I laid awake for quite some time though, going over the events in my mind, coming to terms with what had happened and sorting my emotions before going to sleep myself.
The next morning, we spent our time snuggling a bit more before getting up to start packing.
My wife seemed a bit sad that the trip was coming to an end so soon. It made me wonder if she was actually sad about the trip ending or more about leaving Mike. Nonetheless, I could sense the gloom in her voice as she asked me if we really had to leave so soon.
>"I don't think my parents can baby sit for another night" I explained to her. She drooped her head disappointingly. I felt bad. A part of me wouldn't mind extending this trip as well but my parents were old and baby sitting the rowdy one was physically exhausting for them.
"Just one more night?" my wife had her hands together pleadingly.
I just couldn't say no to her.
>"I'll call my parents and see if they can look after the little one for an extra night..."
My wife eyes beamed immediately.
I called my parents and told them we would be spending an extra night here. Even though they said they were fine with baby sitting for another night, a part of me felt guilty for burdening them so much for our own selfish enjoyment.
>"We can stay another night" I told my wife the good news. She jumped up ecstatically while my mind immediately drifted to the thought that she probably wanted to have another session with Mike.
And my thoughts were not wrong.
The day went on as normal with my wife hanging out with a few of her female friends while me and the other guys cleaned the outdoor hot tub as a few of the ladies wanted to use it. After cleaning hot tub, my wife and most of the girls took advantage of it and spent most of the afternoon inside or around it in their bikinis and swimsuits.
Bias aside, seeing my wife in her swimsuit really gave me a good perspective of how beautiful my wife was for her age. She just had a kid less than two years ago and her body was looking better than ever. She filled out in areas Asian girls don't normally fill, like her ass and thighs, while somehow keeping a relatively slim frame with perky boobs. Seeing her next to her friends made me appreciate how sexy she was and more importantly how lucky I was. How did a guy like me ever ended up with a girl like her when she could have had Mike or any other guy like him if she wanted too. One of the strangest mysteries of the universe.
Fast forward to the evening.
Just like I predicted, my wife inevitably asked me if I would be upset if we had Mike over again. This time she stressed she wasn't going to push for anything to happen. She just wanted to "hang out" with him. I was on the fence about it. I didn't know what would happen if we did it again. What level it would go to or how far my wife and Mike might take it this time.
But I agreed, nonetheless.
Mike came over and brought freshly popped popcorn and a couple card games, which was a nice sign. We played a few games and chatted, never bringing anything up relating to last night.
Although we acted as if nothing between us ever happened, I could tell there was still lingering tension among us as I kept catching my wife stealing glances at him throughout the night and with Mike occasionally catching her staring and shyly smiling back.
Eventually we finished playing and contemplated on what we wanted to do next. It was almost 10:00 PM and the sun was completely gone now.
Mike mentioned most of the group were going to go out boating soon and wondered if we wanted too as well. I wasn't a huge fan of boats, so I ultimately let my wife decide. She agreed and said she wanted to go. We made our way to the main house to see when everyone was going to go, only to sadly find that everyone had already gone out on the boat without us.
Mike texted his sister and was told they had just left minutes ago and would turn around if we wanted them to. My wife ultimately decided that it was okay. The boat was already crowded, and we didn't want to make them swing back just for us. We would find something else to do instead.
My wife suggested hanging out in hot tub again since she really enjoyed it. Mike and I hadn't tried it yet, so we were down with that idea.
We quickly changed down to our bathing suits and turned on the jets.
It started with just calm quiet serene relaxation. Neither one of us spoke a single word while soaking in the nice warm bubbling water. It was true peacefulness.
For a moment I almost forgot where I was and who I was with until I caught Mike staring at my wife's chest. My wife was blushing, fully aware that Mike was ogling her. Teasingly, she flaunted her chest out showing Mike her beautiful cleavage. They locked eyes for a second before my wife quickly caught me watching them. I could feel the tension in the air. It was hot and heavy. We all knew what we were thinking.
Eventually my wife swam over and unexpectedly started kissing me. She looked so unbelievably sexy in her bikini. I couldn't help myself but to start kissing her back, not thinking or caring where it might go. We kissed for a bit before she finally broke it off. She looked at me apologetically and without asking for permission, went over to Mike and started making out with him. She sat on his lap, facing forward directly at him and kissed him intensely, wrapping her legs tightly around him.
For a moment, I completely forgotten where we were as I intently watched my wife and Mike bury their tongues deep in each other's mouths. But it soon dawned on me that they were doing this right out in the open public. If our friends were to come back from the boat, they'd see us under the light no doubt.
I wanted to pipe up and say something, but they were so entrenched in kissing that I just sat there in silence waiting for them to finish. Another defeating feeling.
They continued to kiss while Mike was rubbing his hands all over my wife's back, eventually untying her bikini bra string, letting her top fall into the water and exposing her breasts. This was the most publicly daring thing my wife had ever done. The same wife who would rarely agree to wear something as revealing as a bikini in public was now fully exposing her breasts freely in the open. So insanely risky yet so hot.
My heart was racing again while I watched her kiss Mike with her tits fully exposed. I went over to her and playfully fondled them from behind. She felt me groping her breasts and turned around and switched back to kissing me.
She was kissing me while grabbing my cock from over my swimming shorts, trying to pull them down. Unfortunately (or fortunately, if you consider my fear of being caught naked in public) - my shorts were tied tight and wouldn't slide down. She mumbled at me to pull them down, but I pretended I was too busy and occupied with kissing her to help.
