Page 41 of His Wife

He throws his eyes across the pool and sees Rachel slip into the water, into Brenton’s arms. He watches them play for a little while, before returning his focus to the group that he has joined. A redhead named Alicia has caught his eye, and he doesn’t think she’s got a boyfriend if the conversation is anything to go by. But Alicia doesn’t seem too interested in him. She doesn’t seem interested in anything but the cocktail in her hand and the beautiful sunset over the horizon.

“You want to hang out later?” Jeff asks her eventually.

“Who, me?” Alicia says, although they are the only two from the group left in the pool and he can be speaking to nobody else. Jeff squints, and smiles. He throws her a ‘yeah you’ look.

She comes up to him, sipping her drink slowly, and when she gets up to him she holds her empty glass up to him. He looks from her to the empty glass. He really has no idea what this means. What is she saying? He starts to look around for a waiter, somebody who can bring her another drink. She is waving the glass in front of him still.

“I don’t understand…” he says at last. He really has no idea what is going on.

“Define ‘hang out’,” she says. Then she waves the empty glass in front of him and takes his dick in her hand. It goes semi-hard at the touch. Aah, she wants clarity on what he intends to do with her. Jeff forgets that in the Bahamas there really are no real world rules. You’ve just got to be as specific as you can be about what you want, and you might just get it.

“Hang out…” he says, thrusting his now-solid cock in her hand. She drops the glass in the water and watches it drop to the bottom of the pool. Then she wraps her legs around his waist and comes up to his ear with her mouth.

“Well, why wait until later?” she says, and then swims away from him. He watches as she gets out of the pool, and he knows that she is just the type of woman to get his mind off Rachel. Rachel is a married woman, he tells himself. An unavailable, happily married woman. He swims after Alicia, and as he pulls himself out of the water, he remembers his erection.

“Hey, wait up…” he shouts, and then drops back into the water. She laughs, realizing what the problem is. Alicia comes back to the edge of the pool and dives in silently. She gets to the other end before surfacing. Jeff does the same, and by the time he gets to the other side of the pool his cock has behaved itself. He jumps out of the water and takes his t-shirt, sandals and towel from the chaise. He says goodbye to Rachel and Brenton, and then turns his attention to Alicia…

Chapter 3

Alicia is very interesting. She is incredibly intelligent, with a strange wit that Jeff finds attractive. If only he had asked her out on a date, and not insisted on just fucking her, then he might have opened himself up to a half decent relationship. But the game is already in play, and as they walk into her room, he makes immediate peace with his loss. He has learned in the past that you cannot build a solid relationship on the foundations of a one-night stand.

Maybe it is because he hasn’t evolved yet. Maybe Jeff has old ideals that he refuses to shake himself free from, and as a result he bases all his interactions on these principles. And it is these principles that see him dismiss Alicia as a possible girlfriend. It’s not even that he lives in New York and she in LA. This is easily remedied by a quick flight. It is the simple fact that she gave in so easily to him. He likes the idea of the chase, and as a result, while he has a fair amount of sex, he hasn’t been in a relationship for a while now.

“A drink?” she asks him while pouring it.

“Yeah, sure…” he says, looking at her still in her bikini. She is going to taste very good he imagines.

Alicia gives him the drink and then takes hers to the bathroom. She turns on the shower, and gets under it. Jeff thinks that he should probably also get under the shower, just to wash the chlorine off himself, but there is no time for this. He is definitely not going back to his room now, and he is not going to use Alicia’s shower pre-sex. He looks down at his crotch, and likes the fact that he is hard already.

Before she comes out of the shower, he takes off his shorts. He stands naked in the room, drinking his double whisky, and he starts to pull on his balls. He hopes that she isn’t going to come out of the bathroom with her clothes on, or with her towel wrapped around her. There is no time to waste now, and I really want to be inside her. I hope she wants the same thing, so that we can get to the point where the possibility of a relationship is really destroyed.

Jeff does think, though, that he deliberately sabotages himself. And when Alicia comes out of the bathroom naked, still dripping with water, he quickly forgets all the questions that he has just been asking himself. He finishes his drink and walks towards her, and she walks towards him. There is a moment, a brief moment, where Jeff isn’t sure what to do. Alicia sees this, and grabs his face, putting her lips on his. Jeff sends his tongue into her mouth, and Alicia quickly lifts herself off the floor and wraps her legs around Jeff’s waist.

There is no need for them to speak now. They have decided that they are going to fuck and so that is exactly what they are going to do. Jeff carries Alicia to the bed, and still kissing her, he starts to move into her as he lays them both down. Then he starts thrusting, before thinking that he doesn’t have a condom on. He is sure that Alicia is clever enough to go to the pharmacy tomorrow, if he does cum inside her, and take care of the possibility that he will have implanted in her. He doesn’t have condoms here anyway, and since she says nothing about it, he assumes she must be on birth control or something.

He fucks her hard, and she seems to love it. She really seems to take every part of him into her, and he doesn’t think of Rachel, not once. He assumes, reasonably, that the only reason he thinks of her, and the only time he thinks of her, is when she is standing right in front of him. He knows this isn’t true, though, not really, but he doesn’t need to worry about that right now.

Jeff pulls out of Alicia and turns her over. He pulls her to the side of the bed, and as she hangs over the side of it, he parts her legs and goes into her pussy again. He thrusts hard into her, determined to have an orgasm, and to bring her to at least one. She has had two already, but they have been very silent, so he isn’t sure. All he knows is that her punani is getting more and more wet, allowing him to go deeper and deeper into it. He pulls her further off the bed and sends himself deeper into her.

As he starts to approach his own orgasm, he is aware that she is having one now. This one is very audible, so much so that Jeff isn’t sure if she is faking it or having a genuine climax. Shit, maybe he hasn’t satisfied her at all. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thinks. Why am I feeling so inadequate all of a sudden?

He hates that he is so insecure, and when he finally blows, he sprays the contents of his cock into her and pulls out rather quickly. Then he pulls on his shorts, and after pouring himself another drink and downing it, he says goodbye to Alicia. She just lies on the bed, looking satisfied, but he can’t be sure. He leaves her alone and takes his softening cock and his insecurities to his own room. By the time he gets to his room he is hard again, and it doesn’t help that the door adjoining his suite to Brenton and Rachel’s is open, and they are fucking…

Chapter 4

Jeff goes for the door, and he wants to close it. He wishes that he had chosen to have another, separate room, but he assumes that these adjoining suites were a part of the deal. He gets to the door, and puts his hand on the handle. He really wants to shut it, but then he sees them on the couch, and he cannot close the door, opening it a little more instead. He stands just out of view, and watches Brenton on his wife.

It is quite a thing to behold. He wonders why the door was open, wonders if they knew that he would come back. Probably not, he thinks. They probably thought that he was going to spend the night with Alicia. Why didn’t he spend the night with Alicia? Jeff has deep seated commitment issues, but he really is in denial. He rubs his dick through his shorts as he watches Brenton’s ass moving in wide circles as he drives his cock repeatedly into Rachel.

He pulls the door shut a little, just a little, and then takes his cock out of his shorts. He cannot resist this, and he is sure that he will have an orgasm before the couple on the other side of the door. After they are done too, they will probably lie on the couch, or go to the shower, and this will give him the opportunity to clean himself up before they have any idea of what happened. He starts to pull on his meat. Jeff keeps his eyes on Brenton, but he listens to Rachel’s moaning. This fuels his erection, and he pulls on it a little harder.

Jeff wishes that he had lubrication on his cock, because his hand is really not doing a good job. He puts spit on his hand and this helps a little. He puts a little more spit on his palm and takes this wet palm to his shaft. He moves this wetter hand up and down on his tool and breathes through his mouth. He keeps breathing out through his mouth so that he doesn’t make a sound, and even when he does, he is comfortable, because Rachel is really getting very vocal. She is spewing every profanity at her husband, and Jeff is surprised by this. He never thought that she was this wild in bed.

“Fuck me, fuck me motherfucker…” she shrieks. Jeff stops pulling on his cock for a moment, and tries to see her face. He can’t, because Brenton is on her and inside her at such an angle that his back is all you can see. It is probably because he is aware of the risk that Jeff could walk in on them at any time now. If so, why did he not just fuck his wife in the bedroom? This situation really is making less and less sense to him, but again he doesn’t think too much on it at the moment. He is close to spewing his seed on the door, and the wall, and the floor.

Jeff tries to hold his hand over his head, to catch some of the semen that is spewing from him. But it is too late, and he just lets it shoot out in every direction. Then he pulls the door closed slowly, and leaves it just a little bit ajar. He goes to the bathroom and gets a few towels, and cleans up the mess that he has just made. Then he goes to the shower, and he gets underneath it, turning the cold, and then the hot water on, getting the temperature perfect.

When he is done he goes into his room, and is surprised to find Brenton lying on his bed, naked. He wonders what is going on, and he just keeps the towel around himself as he pours both of them a drink. He hands a glass to Brenton, and asks him, “So what’s up?”

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