This is a sequel to
Fantasy Island.
It is a cuckold story; a story of a woman who loves her husband, a husband who enjoys the thought of his wife making love with someone other than him. In my opinion, this is the epitome of a "loving wife" story, so I'm putting it in
Loving Wives,
the same as the prequel, Fantasy Island. If you disagree, go read something else, and keep your judgements to yourself. For everyone else - enjoy. As for the rest of you, this picks up at the end of that vacation and refers to events of that story which explains how we got to this point, so you might want to read that story (again, hopefully) first. Here is a link:
https://www.literotica.com/s/fantasy-island-4
Rolling from her side to her back, the way she normally slept, the caress of the satin sheet on her naked and erect nipple awakened Regina. She had not been totally asleep, but yet hadn't been totally awake either; drifting through that gloriously blissful period where reality mixes with fantasy that we all occasionally experience. That she was awake at three o'clock in the morning, when she should have been sound asleep, and then falling asleep again when it was nearly time to wake up, was becoming repetitious. This was the third night in a row that she had found herself in this situation. If she was honest to herself, she'd admit that she'd purposely rolled onto her side away from her husband Joe after their lovemaking, just so that she could touch herself as she imagined again those few days with her fantasy, turned real, lover.
Now, more awake than asleep, she looked back to find Joe with his back still towards her. She listened to his breathing, convincing herself that he was indeed asleep. Her hand was resting on her naked belly; so as to be certain to not disturb Joe she slid it stealthily up her body, finding the nipple that had rubbed on the satin sheet just seconds before, sending another tingle through her senses. Her other hand followed suit, her fingers tweaking and rubbing her nipples as her mind remembered what it was like with Steve doing it instead. Allowing one hand to take over caressing her nipples, she slid the other down her belly and between her legs. Slowly stroking her belly and pussy she let her finger delve into the heated folds of her flesh, finding the wanton wetness that she knew was there.
Lying in her marital bed, masturbating beside her sleeping husband to the thoughts of being with another man, was not something that had ever happened to her before. Now, already weeks back from vacation in St. Maarten where she'd strayed from her marital vows and had an affair with an incredible hunk of a man, and although this
was
the third night in a row, there had been many more times since they'd been back that she'd taken time to pleasure herself and remember her short affair. Although to be honest, had she really strayed from her vows? Her husband had certainly been an instigator in the affair; he had been telling her for years that he wanted her to do exactly what she had done.
She'd always told herself she wouldn't, but the more she denied that she would, the more she wanted to. And then when the opportunity had arisen, she'd done it, and had to admit it, sex with another man had certainly spiced up their normal sex life. Just sleeping naked again, like she had when they'd first gotten married, was proof of that. Mere weeks before she would have worn her nightie to bed - and not a nightie designed to make her husband want to hastily remove it either. When they'd first gotten married, they'd at first both slept naked, cuddling together right after they'd made love, sometimes waking and making love again first thing in the morning. Later, after a few years when the novelty of having her lover and husband readily at hand in her bed and having him caressing and ravaging her body every night had worn off a bit, she'd taken to sometimes wearing sexy little nothings, designed to entice Joe into caressing her and taking them off, and they had still usually slept naked. After their honeymoon period (which for them had been multiple years) she had gradually changed from trying to entice Joe into loving her to just sleeping. Supposedly the excuse for a nightgown had been for warmth which, in reality, the thin materials of nightgowns never really provided. Over time the sex had diminished from every night, to every few nights, to once a week, to... well, there were times over the last few years when they'd gone multiple days or even weeks in a row without having sex.
But in the last few weeks, since that eventful vacation, their sex life together had been almost as good as when they were first married. Not the honeymoon itself, where the sex had been practically non-stop, but their sex life the last few weeks resembled that period of the first several years after they'd returned from their honeymoon and begun a semi-normal routine of work and living, occasionally not having sex in a day, but almost always having an extended play time at least once during the week or weekend.
She thought back on everything that had happened since she'd walked away from Steve that morning as he was headed to the airport. He'd had a schedule, and she'd certainly waylaid that, knowing she'd almost made him late for his plane but making sure she got laid one last time before he'd gone. She'd returned to her own condo, Joe awakening and demanding she come back to bed with him. He'd wanted to hear everything about what had happened after she truly left him in mid-fuck to go to her lover and hear how she'd made love with Steve almost all night long. For some reason the sound is what she remembered; her husband's cock slapping wetly against his belly as she'd lifted off him, his cock wet from her wetness, wet from being inside her; letting it fall free to smack his body as she'd announced she was going to go fuck Steve instead.
She'd wanted to shower to clean Steve's cum from her pussy when she'd first come back, but Joe had been insistent. She thought she knew her husband, thinking she'd be able to just suck him off like she often did when they were horny first thing in the morning, but his hands had been all over her body, his fingers finding her pussy and the messy wetness inside.
"My Goodness, you're all hot and wet!" he had said, which somehow had irritated her. Yes, she'd just come back from being with her lover, someone she'd probably never see again. Yes, her husband's touch was arousing her again, and he was obviously aware of and happy that she was having sex with someone else, but did he have to touch her before she'd removed the evidence from her pussy?
"You need to let me go clean up," she'd said as Joe's fingers had penetrated her, his lips wrapped around her hard nipple, "that's mostly Steve's cum." She purposely said it that way, trying to embarrass him for not allowing her to go clean up, thinking that finding out the wetness his fingers were relishing in were another man's cum rather than her own arousal would probably gross him out - instead it seemed to do just the opposite. She'd heard his groan and felt the change in his demeanor. Although she'd been allowing him to caress and fondle her until then, and admittedly his touch was also arousing, there was no doubt that now he was taking charge, pushing her onto her back and climbing on top, as if he couldn't get his cock in her fast enough. She would have loved for him to be this insistent and take charge just days before when they'd first arrived on St. Maarten, but she also knew that he wouldn't be able to keep it up for long. In short order she had to roll them over, sitting on his remarkably hard tool, and fucked them both to orgasm. For the first time she had two men's cum inside her at the same time.
Now as her fingers stroked her wet pussy, gently tickling her clit with one hand while her other hand tweaked and pinched her nipples, her mind went over the details of her affair. Like a scrambled movie, her mind disjointedly shifted from one sexy scene to another. On his bed, Steve lifting himself above her on his arms, both of them watching his cock sliding into her; naked on their private beach, her hand guiding his cock inside her; his frustration as he'd started to seduce her on their little beach but the jet skis circling had caused them pause, the voyeurs watching had sent them scurrying to his condominium instead; leaning back on the counter, spreading her legs wider and wider as his tongue searched out her essence, driving her nearly mad as it circled her clit, followed by his cock pounding into her again and again. But, as she took herself over the top, an orgasm again coursing through her body, it was the thought of his cock in her mouth, the head growing to her ministrations, swelling to the caress of her tongue, until Steve had warned her and groaned and exploded in her mouth, that filled her mind. Not normally a fan of the taste of cum, that time she'd continued to suck and swallow as Steve's cock throbbed in her mouth, leaving Steve shaking and shivering. Now, she shivered herself, her own orgasm so much stronger and more intense than the one her husband had given her earlier that night. Her body had tensed as the nerves of her clit burned from her touch, a sharp clinch and shake followed by a shudder running through her body. She left her fingers on her clit, barely moving as she eased herself down from her orgasm.
"Were you thinking of him?" Joe's voice quietly asked. She suddenly realized that she'd lost more control than she'd intended, probably shaking the bed, obviously alerting or awakening Joe to what she'd been doing. That she'd been masturbating, and he'd awakened and not said anything was obvious, there was no sense in denying it.
"Yes." It was a simple enough sampling of the truth.
Joe rolled over facing her, his arm snaking out and sliding under her arm which was still extended between her legs. She felt his cock hard against her side where he had been limp and spent when she'd rolled away from him earlier. "You can't believe how hot that is to me," he whispered, his hand sliding up her ribs and under her breast. She recognized his moves, knowing that momentarily his hand would continue up onto her breast.
"Tell me?" he whispered into her ear, not needing to explain further that he wanted details of her tryst with Steve. It had been like this from the moment she had confirmed to him that she'd finally stepped outside her marital vows and allowed another man to pleasure her, to take her where her husband no longer could. She had started slowly, admitting to him that she'd gone to his condominium, that they'd had sex multiple times that first day alone. Later as she reiterated to him again, she had added more details, which pleased him just that much more. Despite his positive responses to her admission of his sponsored infidelity, she still felt that pang of repression from her upbringing and had not been too forthcoming on the miniscule details. But he had persistently asked to hear again and again, and she had gradually added more and more details over the weeks, as they'd popped into her mind. She at first had not realized how many intimate details she
did
remember but, each time she was able to add something new, Joe loved it just that much more.
"Please?" he added; his hand now on her breast. Her nipples were a bit sensitive after the workout he'd given them earlier and her own molestation moments before. Admittedly she had been rougher on them than he had.
