My Wife Tells Me A Secret pt4
Samantha stood beside me next to the dance floor and held my hand. The bond between us had grown stronger as we opened our minds to new ideas and new possibilities and I was more in love with her than I'd been 25 years earlier on our wedding day. We'd had our ups and downs over the years and we'd nearly divorced ten years earlier when I had a long term affair with a woman I'd met on line. That affair had opened my mind to many things I'd never considered before and in its aftermath Samantha had expressed regret that she didn't date during the five months we had been separated. I sometimes wondered if her regret and mine over my affair had led to my cuckolding fantasies as some sort of penance for my sins.
"He's so hot Baby," she sighed as she watched a muscular black man dance. She had drooled over him earlier that day at the pool and she couldn't take her eyes off him at the night club. He was average height with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His skin was pitch black and his white, designer tee shirt clung to his well defined pecs like a second skin. His dance moves were fluid and natural as he danced with his equally sexy wife. She was a slender yet busty blonde with an attractive face and an amazing ass that looked like it had been plucked from the pages of a fitness magazine.
"His wife is hot too," I joked and Samantha elbowed me in the ribs making me grunt in pain.
"Shut up and let your hotwife dream," she laughed as she openly ogled him. His body writhed to the music and he looked at my wife knowingly. He nodded and then ran his hands up his wife's torso, cupping her breasts as he held Samantha's gaze.
"Fuck," I gasped quietly. "He did that for you Baby."
"I know," she sighed. "How hot was that?"
"You should go dance with them. Maybe they are swingers," I teased. Samantha wasn't much of a dancer and she was much to sober to ever do something so bold but I liked to push her limits when I could.
"Yeah right, he is way out of my league," Samantha replied sounding like the insecure woman I thought she'd left in the past. Her insecurities had peaked when her weight was at its heaviest but as she lost weight and we talked openly about our fantasies she had become more and more confident. I found her confidence very hot, especially as her clothes became more daring and revealing with each size she dropped.
"I saw the way he looked at you. He likes what he sees." I squeezed her hand and Samantha smiled. She was dressed in a tight dress with a low neckline that displayed her generous cleavage. It was short and accentuated her strong, muscular legs and I'd noticed several men at the resort checking her out at dinner.
The song wound down and he led his wife off the dance floor for a break. His dark eyes lingered on my wife and he grinned widely as Samantha met his gaze with renewed confidence. Her self esteem was a work in progress as she still pictured herself at her heaviest at times but she had a beautiful face and when she dressed the part she oozed sex from every pore.
"That was really hot Baby," Samantha whispered as he and his wife walked away towards the bar. "You're gonna need to bring you're A game tonight."
I grinned and my dick started to swell inside of its cage. A low groan slipped from my lips as a jolt of pain shot through my groin and I gave Samantha's hand a squeeze to let her know that I'd do my best. Unlike many emasculated cuckold men, I didn't have a small dick. It was slightly above average in length with decent girth but it paled in comparison to store bought models like Paul. I didn't always cum prematurely like I'd done that afternoon but the chastity device and a lack of regular orgasms was making that a bit of an issue which bothered me.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked my wife in a deep baritone. He had a heavy Caribbean accent and a lump formed in my throat as my wife quickly let go of my hand. The way she looked at him sent a shiver down my spine and my mind began to reel.
"I would love to if I was single," Samantha giggled nervously as she held up her wedding ring. It was clearly her defense mechanism and I was yanked back to reality. Despite my quiet optimism that she might surprise me one day she had remained steadfast that the fantasy was hot but she was a one man woman.
Samantha sifted subtly from side to side and I could hear her heart thumping. My eyes darted from her to him and then I looked around for his gorgeous wife, finding her standing at the bar watching them with keen interest.
