"Say, I saw you talking to that chiquita," he grinned. Obviously he meant Maddy, with her bright yellow bikini.
"Yes. She's quite an interesting woman."
He laughed. "I don't know about interesting, but that body, jesus, I'd fuck her into tomorrow."
I did my best to hide my discomfort at his crudeness in relation to my wife. It didn't make me less interested in hearing more, however. I asked if he'd talked to her already.
"Yes. I always make it a point to introduce myself to such...talent," he grinned. "In fact, I invited her to have drinks later."
I wasn't sure he was telling the truth or if he was just boasting, to pump his own ego up.
"Really?" I asked. "What did she say?"
"She said she'd consider it," he admitted. "But, in my experience, that's a green light. She didn't say no, and, I caught her checking out my package, if you know what I'm saying."
God, the embarrassment. I had to sit there and listen to this obviously pompous playboy talk about my wife, all the while knowing it was entirely possible what he was saying. It would be just like Maddy to fuck some guy like this, just to enflame my humiliation fetish even more.
"Did you have any success with her?" he asked, almost as an afterthought.
"Oh, we have a lot in common," I said. "She's a great gal, she said she hoped so see me around."
He laughed. "That's another way of saying, sorry pal, not interested, but hey, at least she didn't throw her drink in your face. Did you see that she was married? She didn't even bother hiding the ring. That should tell you something, that guy after guy kept hitting on her, wedding ring on full display, without even mentioning it, at least not to me."
I almost said something snippy, but I knew I'd better not mess up anything she may have in mind. "Maybe," I said reluctantly. "You really think she'll meet you later? Aren't you married too?"
He looked at me coolly. "Are you my mother?" His face then softened. "There's something about some women. With some women you just, "know."
"Know what?" I asked. I just wanted to hear his answer.
"Know that you'll be pounding that puta," he said coarsely.
"Wow, that's confidence," was all I could think of to say to that.
"That's why it'll be me pounding that pussy, not you," he grinned. "They love confidence...and the scent of money."
"What a dick," I said to myself. The whole experience was totally embarrassing to me. I knew Maddy would get a kick out of the whole thing when I told her later.
That was the thing about Maddy and I. Everything we did or were doing was for each other. Sure, Maddy's a slut. That's her thing, her "fetish," if you will. For me, I discovered my own fetish was wanting to share her, even to the point of humiliation. We brought that out in each other. The important thing was, we loved each other. There was no one else on earth we'd want to share any of this with but each other. We had discovered what worked for us. That didn't make the encounter with Diego any less embarrassing, however. As I walked away I wondered if that preening peacock would be making good on his boast, later. All I could picture was Maddy and her beautiful ass bouncing up and down on his cock, her hands on his thick belly, her face contorted in pleasure. I met up with Maddy back at the room. It was near dinner.
Her face lit up when she saw me. "Hey baby! How has your day been? You were gone a long time."
"I know, that was for you. So, how did it go for you?"
"How do you think?" She smiled. "Guys never stopped, when one guy would leave, another would approach. I had to come back to the room twice just for breaks."
"Must be tough," I kidded.
"Oh, I'm not complaining. I DID miss you, though. Even though we both want something to happen, which is why I sent you away, we both know you'd have enjoyed all the attention I was getting."
"Did you make any plans with anyone?" I asked, as I thought about what Diego said earlier.
"Not anything definite," she said. "I know what a lot of them are doing later, though. I have a few ideas," she grinned.
I didn't want to ask her directly about Diego, I knew surprise and spontaneity were far more exciting for both of us. We had a wonderful dinner, our table was against the window giving us a fabulous view of the ocean as the sun started to wane. For any other couple, it was the definition of romantic. We, however, have a different idea of romantic. While other couples would be using the atmosphere for their own erotic foreplay, we had thoughts of our own. Maddy told me point blank that whatever happened, she wanted it to be a surprise and my own mind was already spinning with Diego and other possibilities. We smiled at each other frequently, but we barely spoke. The waiter nearly broke his neck looking down her abundant cleavage every time he'd come by. She certainly was fulfilling the vow of wearing revealing outfits. Even after looking at other couples enjoying the weather and scenery together I doubted any of their dinners were as erotically charged as ours was.
As we were leaving I had to ask the obvious question. "So...what now?"
"You are free to do whatever you want," she smiled sweetly. "I have other plans. Don't wait up, I'm not sure when I'll be back to the room, or even if," she said with a heavy dose of lust. "I had a thought that might get your interest, in the meantime, though. You know how I love sucking cock?"
I could only nod. She was voracious for it.
"Well, you also know how much I love having that taste in my mouth? Well, remember how you've said in the past that in order to be able to have that taste in my mouth all day that I should start the day with it?"
"Yes?"
"Well maybe I'll try to do that here. What better time for it? So, I'll try to find some cock, each morning, so that I can have that taste with me through the day."
I wondered how that would work. I knew better than to press her for details though. She had on a mostly white, extremely tight halter top, even with a sheer bra her nipples were delicously visible. She had squeezed herself into white, purposely tattered short shorts. Her ass looked so inviting as she walked away and hailed a cab. I had to watch that sexy ass slide into the taxi next to one of the guys I recognized from the pool earlier in the day. She introduced me as her brother and he shook my hand with a wry smile. He was obviously a college aged kid. She was more than a dozen years older, no doubt. She'd just had her 36th birthday recently. She knew this was one of those scenarios that drive me crazy, the thought of someone too young for her getting that wonderful pussy. Too young, too old, jerky, fat, I had fantasies about all those types of guys. She had mentioned she'd try and keep me "interested" throughout the night. That usually meant she'd send texts. I was used to waiting for those in order to let it drive me into a frenzy.
If you've never had the experience of having to wait while the love of your life is out somewhere doing god knows what, it is a mix of magic and torture. The thoughts I have while she's out keep me on edge. I'm scared, I'm worried, I'm sexually charged. It's all a ball of confusion. We try to be as safe as we can be, even though the activities often can be in themselves, very risky. For example, on this night she told me where she was headed and and because I'd met Jimmy she felt safer, since he knew someone else knew who she was with.
About an hour later I got her first text, with pictures. The first one was with her and Jimmy standing together, his arm around her, his hand was obviously on her ass. I could see his fingers just poking out around her shorts. They were at a beachside nightclub. She typed, "it's beautiful here, such a nice view...speaking of nice views, I'm sure the cab driver had a nice view as well
."
I tried to get her to expand on that thought but there was no answer. I knew she saw my texts, it was just her way of ratcheting up the torture. My thoughts raced about what the cab driver possibly would've seen, what she'd been doing already and what was she going to do. It really is torture, that's the perfect word. Exquisite torture, but torture nonetheless. I found myself down at the outdoor bar on my second glass of wine when I got another text.
"He said he's 22
I know what that does to you. I swear his cock is much older, wiser, cuz it sure knows what it's doing!"
I was sweating now, even though the day's humidity had passed, allowing a nice somewhat cooling ocean breeze to fan us. Another picture came through, it was his cock. It was thick, probably no longer than mine, but I knew she loved girth, including mine. I'm sure she was having fun with it. "I just wanted you to see what I was working with!" I could tell she was having fun busting my balls.
As if on cue she typed, "that picture was pre saliva, because I've had my mouth over every wonderful inch of it including his balls. So tasty, you know I love that taste, the sweat mixed with sex and precum."
Again there was no answer when I pried for more information. I don't know why I even bothered, I knew it was all part of the game. "So, some young guy has had my new wife's mouth all over his stupid, lucky cock," I sighed to myself as the 2nd wine became the 3rd. I didn't want to get too buzzed though, I wanted to be sharp if my number was called later, even though, according to our new "rules' I wasn't sure I was going to be a player tonight or not.
