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Opis ebooka Hotwife Voyeur Resort - Thomas Roberts

When Bill and Mary discover that one of their close friends loves watching his wife having sex with other men, their erotic imaginations go wild. Soon they're fantasizing about Mary having sex with total strangers. Then Bill discovers a resort that caters to hotwives and voyeuristic husbands! Will their marriage survive when their most exciting erotic fantasies start to come true? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Mary turned to me, "I guess our questions are about to be answered. Are you ready?" My wife was gorgeousshiny dark hair, a face that could have easily graced the cover of a fashion magazine, and a spectacularly, perfect, naked body. Mary was excited, not only did her labored breathing give her away, but so did the glimmering, wet look between her legs.  "You're ready, Mary," I said as she released her hold on my semi-hard member. "Let's do it." The resort featured walking paths which wandered through lawns that looked like a fine golf course. The paths continued through heavy, jungle-like foliage, interspaced with more manicured lawns and sandy areas with groves of widely spaced, palm trees. The effect was a visual stimulation. On our short walk, we passed one couple on a towel spread on the grass. She was a slim, blonde woman, I guessed in her mid-thirties. She was laying on her back, her legs spread wide, as a large black man on top of her. She kept up a running commentary for the benefit of a man with a slight paunch, standing next to them. I took him to be her husband. "He's so big, Mark," she said as he pushed inside her, and she gasped. Her husband was stroking himself as he watched. "He's already lasted longer than you can." Her husband seemed to really like her last comment as he groaned and stroked even harder. As his wife wrapped her legs around the black man's back, more people stopped to watch. She stopped talking as she concentrated on her black lover. Her husband had to release his erection turn away to calm himself down. After the black man finished and left, she lay on the blanket and asked the crowd if anyone wanted sloppy seconds. A young white man accepted her invitation and took his place between her thighs. As I put my arm around Mary's shoulders, I could feel her shaking. "Bill, I'm so turned on right now. I've never seen anything like that. I want to be her. Are you okay with this?" We watched as the pale white butt rose and fell, pushing grunts out of the older woman. Her husband turned back to watch her new lover in action. The sight was too much for him as he finished on the grass near her head.  "If we stay, I'll join her." Mary pulled me away. "Let's go to the bar by the beach." As we walked away, Mary whispered to me, "I can feel the breeze on my thighs, they're so wet." Next to the outside bar was a casual eating area, serviced from the main restaurant. Tables and chairs had been set up on a wooden patio which featured a view of the beach and the endless ocean. Food and drink were also available on the beach as young, native waitresses moved around, order pads in hand. People were standing around the outside bar when we arrived, talking to each other or just watching the bodies on the beach. When Mary walked up, eyes focused on her. Two men turned to talk to my wife, and I moved away to look at the naked women sunbathing just a few feet away, my eyes hidden behind sunglasses. By the time I turned back to the bar, Mary was in deep conversation with a well-built, young, white man who was at the bar alone. I moved closer to them and ordered another drink.

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Hotwife Voyeur Resort

Thomas Roberts

Artwork by Moria Nelligar

Edited by Sandy Ebel

Copyright Thomas Roberts 2018

This book is intended for ADULTS ONLY and all characters at over 18 years of age.

This is an erotic work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is accidental and damned amazing.

There is sex, lots of it. There is wife cheating and all kinds of goings-on. If that offends you, please don’t read this book. But if you’re looking for a fun, dirty read, this is it.

Chapter 1

We’d just returned from a party when my beautiful wife tackled me in the bedroom, sitting naked on top of me she eased my erection into her dripping pussy. It wasn’t like Mary to be this suddenly aggressive. Usually, sex was my idea, and it often took a lot of foreplay before she’d be excited enough for me to enter her, but not tonight. Tonight, she didn’t need any stimulation from me.

It wasn’t like we didn’t make love anymore, but after ten years of marriage and two children, we weren’t the horny rabbits we’d once been. I’d met Mary in college, a conservative religious school. I was shocked speechless the first time I’d seen her. She was so incredibly beautiful, she could have easily been mistaken for an actress or a beauty queen. She had beautiful dark hair, even her lips were perfect, seemingly made for kissing they could have been used as a model for the ideal feminine facial characteristic.

Despite her erotic face and body, Mary seemed wholesome. She had no need for makeup and used very little. She was so far out of my league, I was embarrassed to approach her.

It turned out she was easy to talk to and before long we were in the “friend zone.” We’d shared too much, we knew each other too well to become a “couple” couple. I asked Mary to go out with me on a date, not just as friends, but on a real date. I had to ask her dozens of times before she agreed.

“You know, this will probably end our friendship,” she said.

“No, it won’t. I like you, I want to be your friend even if our date is a disaster,” I told her. “You mean too much to me to lose you as a friend. I think because we know each other so well, we’re meant to be more than just pals. We don’t need to act strangely around each other, we can just be ourselves but with one crucial difference.”

“Which is?” She asked.

“We’ll be evaluating each other as partners,” I explained. “Maybe you’ll even give me a goodnight kiss.”

“What if I don’t?”

“The next morning, it will be like the date never happened. We’ll hit ‘delete’ and be friends again,” I explained, my fingers crossed behind my back. Mary was already laughing, that’s one of the things I loved about my friend. She has a big wonderful smile, and when she laughs, it comes out like a contagious giggle. One can’t help laughing along with her. Her enjoyment is catchy.

We had a wonderful time.

The date was traditional, dinner and a movie. What could be more traditional than that combination? We talked, we shared popcorn at the movie and laughed at the lame comedy.

Afterward, at Mary’s apartment, I felt a need to remind her. “This is a date you know.”

“I know,” she said moving closer as we reached out for each other.

For the first time, I was holding my best friend in my arms. I could feel the firmness of her bra through her thin blouse as she pressed against me. Our lips touched, chaste at first, just two friends pressing their lips together. She tasted wonderful, my senses overloaded with the smell of her perfume. Her lips softened, and her mouth opened a little. I ran the tip of my tongue over her top lip and was rewarded with a soft moan as her tongue met mine.

“Don’t get a boner, don’t get a boner,” was all I could think. Followed by, “Shit,” as my cock pushed rapidly down my left leg. I grew a full erection in seconds. It grew faster than it ever had before, faster than even morning wood.

Mary pulled her head back, just enough to look up at me, as she moved her hips in a small circle. “I think you like me, William,” she said before pushing her hips forward, making full contact with my hard-on.

“Oh God, Mary,” my voice sounded weak even to me, “I more than just like you.”

“I had a great time, Bill,” she said. “I’d like to go on more ‘dates’ with you. If...” she moved away. “Bill, I want to sleep with you tonight, but you know I’m a virgin. It won’t happen tonight, it may never happen,” her eyes were staring into mine. “Let’s just sit down, turn on the television, and do more of this.” She stopped suddenly. “But you have to promise you can control both of us, so we don’t do something we’ll regret.”

That was my first date with Mary. We sat on the couch kissing ever more feverishly until we had to agree I’d better go before we did that thing we’d regret. My hand was gently caressing her breast, through her bra and blouse, at the time.

Years later, after we were married and had children, Mary confided to me she’d been so turned on after our first date, she’d had to masturbate before going to sleep. That was when she’d decide she was in love with me, and one way or another, she was going to be my wife.

For my part, my erection didn’t subside until I’d jacked off, thinking about Mary. The taste of her lips, the smell of her perfume, the feel of her bra-covered breast. I was in love with my best friend. It couldn’t get any better than that, and it never did.

Mary hadn’t given me her virginity until after we’d gone on two more dates. The night remained one of my most cherished memories along with our wedding and the births of our children. If I could only hold on to one memory that first time together would be the one. I’d stripped Mary slowly, kissing and caressing every inch of her as it was exposed. I showed her how much I adored her by worshipping her body. When her breasts were exposed, I kissed them and sucked her nipples. My eyes were wide open, not wanting to miss a thing as she moaned and held my head, her fingers in my hair.

She exposed my throbbing erection before I had her entirely naked. I wasn’t a virgin like Mary, but I didn’t have nearly enough experience to know what I was doing. Mary ran her hand tenderly over my cock, causing it to jump and drip. She looked fascinated as she touched me, stroking me until I put my hand on hers and asked her to stop before it was too late. She looked quizzical until realization dawned, and she smiled at me.

Mary took her panties off, baring her dark pubic hair as my breath caught in my throat. I laid her gently on the bed, took her in my arms, and for the first time, we held each other naked, our skin touching as our lips met in feverish kisses.

I did the unthinkable that first time, I went down on my future wife before I entered her. I don’t know what came over me; I wanted to taste her, I wanted her to know how much she was honoring me. She told me later I had shocked her. Only “very married” couples did that! But she’d loved it.

Mary looked every bit as beautiful ten years later as she had the day we married. She’d filled out some which made her even more beautiful. Her breasts were fuller—babies will do that to a woman. Her breasts weren’t large, just perfect mounds, sitting high on her chest. Mary was tall and slender, long-waisted so her upper body was longer than average. She had a flat stomach which made her breasts appear to be high on her chest. Her hips and butt were a tad fuller giving her more of a rounded figure, but her weight was the same as it had been in college.

Ten years later, after the party, Mary was on top of me when she said it, my cock was buried in her wet, hot pussy as she humped me. My wife tried to speak as her hips moved, and her clitoris rubbed against me. “I found... out something about… Tad ... oh... and Linda,” she took a deep breath. “They’re ... oh ... swingers.”

“They sleep with other people?” I asked stupidly. The news both shocked and excited me.

“Yes. Tad lets ... Linda fuck ... other men. Oh Bill, he just wants to watch her,” Mary was having a harder time talking as she neared her climax. Suddenly, she stopped moving and looked down at me, breathing hard. “I would never let another woman get her claws in you, so don’t get any ideas.” She started moving again.

“He watches as they fuck her?” I asked.

“Yes, and he jacks off at the same time.”

I was getting excited, not that I wasn’t excited before, of course. I put my feet flat on the bed, so I could pound into Mary from below. My sudden thrusts caught her by surprise, and she groaned.

“I want to watch you being fucked by another man,” I said. I don’t know where the thought came from, but now that I’d said it, I could picture it. “I want to see you cum with another man buried inside you.” I was fucking her as fast and as hard as I could.

“You do? Do you want another woman?” We were having a serious, life-altering conversation while fucking as hard and fast as we could.

“No, I just want to watch you.” I came deep inside her as she joined me, holding her so I could as much of my cock inside her as possible.

Mary laid facing away from me, breathing deeply as I put my arm around her and cuddled to her backside. We stayed like that for a long time before Mary turned to me.

“It’ll never happen, Bill. I’m your wife, and I’ll never cheat on you.” She rolled out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. I admired her perfect ass as she moved.

“You’re looking at my ass, aren’t you?”

“Yes, honey, you have a world-class perfect behind,” I said.

“You have to say that, you’re my husband,” she said as she disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Chapter 2

We led a normal life—went to work, took the kids to school. We tried to have dinners together, but mostly we just talked in passing as we rushed from one thing to the next. Twice, I tried to talk to her about the fantasy, but each time, Mary brushed me off with a quick, “It’ll never happen, Bill.”

Three weeks later, we scheduled a “date night.” We arranged to drop the kids off with my parents before going out to eat, then coming back home to make love. Just the two of us in the house without the sounds of kids squabbling or any of the other distractions that come with a busy household. Just us, two friends in love with each other, being together.

I’d dropped the kids off early in the afternoon to give us time to decompress before we went out. Mary spent a long time in the bathtub, soaking before concentrating on her hair and makeup. By the time I held the car door open for her, she looked incredible. She could have posed for a fashion magazine cover. I was as well put together as I could manage.

“We make a good-looking couple, don’t we?”

“A couple of what?” I asked back.

Mary put her arms around me and pulled me close.

“A couple of horny fuckers, that’s what we look like.” That was my beautiful, elegant looking wife with a new, world-class dirty mouth. She made me laugh.

Dinner was fantastic—quiet with just the two of us, free to talk like adults. I could feel the tension draining from my wife as the night went on, Mary feeling free to have a couple of drinks and relax.

“I like this, Mary. Just being with you... like this,” I told her.

“Let’s move and not tell anyone our new address,” she joked, finally loose enough to let herself enjoy the evening.

We strolled around the neighborhood afterward, and on a whim, ducked into a dance club. Several more drinks and numerous dances later, we pulled into our garage, both of us slightly sweaty from dancing and high from drinking too much. Mary threw her arms around me and kissed me like she hadn’t kissed me in a long time. We made out like lovers who were ten years younger.

We were naked in bed when I started talking. I don’t know why the words came out of me as I caressed her left nipple.

“We’re in a hotel bar, we checked in hours ago, and now, we’re having a drink together,” I began.

“Just the two of us?”

“Yes. You’re wearing the same short dress you had on tonight. The bar is full of businessmen, mostly alone because they’ve been traveling. I see them checking you out, admiring your legs, trying to get a better look at your breasts.”

“They want to see my tits?” she asked me. “They must be very lonely to want to see these.” Mary rolled toward me, sticking her chest out.

“It’s turning you on, being looked at by so many men. You know what they want, and it excites you.” I was stroking her thigh, brushing her pussy with every stroke. “I dare you to take your panties off and give them to me, right there in the bar. At first, you won’t do it, and then you do. You do it so fast, I don’t see it; you hold your hand out and give me your damp panties.”

“Oh, Bill. I’m wearing my dress without panties on?” Mary was breathing harder as I held her close, whispering in her ear.

“I tell you I’m going to the men’s room and when I come back, I’m going to sit at a single table and watch you,” I continue.

“Watch me do what?” Mary wondered.

“Watch you flirt with the men. Watch them buy you drinks as they try to get you to sleep with them.”

“And then what?” She asked, moving my hand to her pussy.

“You’re going to do whatever you want as though you’re a single woman in a bar full of horny businessmen.”

“When I come back from the restroom, you’re standing at the bar, talking to a tall good-looking guy. He moves to stand very close to you. Every once-in-a-while, he touches your arm as he talks, once he even touches your side. You’re doing the same, talking and touching him. One time, you put your hand on him as though you’re going to push him away, but instead you caress his hard chest. Feeling how strong he is, your hand moves down to explore his six-pack stomach.”

“He has a six-pack?” she asked, humming as I stroked her weeping lower lips.