Back at our cottage, Vanessa and I slipped out of our swimsuits and got into the shower together. I love to wash her lovely brown hair and as I lightly pulled on it while rinsing out the shampoo, we could both feel my growing erection nestled between her butt cheeks. I reached around with my free hand and massaged her breasts. Turning her face toward me, I kissed her deeply and our tongues swirled around passionately.
“Take me,” she whispered over the noise of the water.
“Not yet,” I replied wickedly as my hand moved down her gently curving belly and found the thicket of her pussy. “I want you to tell me something.”
She moaned.
“What? Anything! I’ll do anything if you just promise me your cock!”
“I will. But first tell me if you enjoyed watching Paul.”
“I did! I did!” she groaned.
I continued to diddle V’s pussy and her legs would occasionally buckle from the sensations flowing through her body.
“You enjoy watching young men swim, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do, oh God, I do! May I come, please?”
“Not yet,” I replied, wickedly.
This is a little game we like, especially when we’re showering together. It gets both of us insanely aroused.
Vanessa began to whimper. “Oh, please, please!”
“Did watching Paul excite you?”
“Yes!” Her voice was high pitched, desperate.
“Did you think about fucking him?”
“Yes, oh yes! May I come now?”
“Not yet,” I said sternly. Vanessa was ready to go nuts. “Did you think about him stripping you naked, and exposing your hot body?”
“Yes, oh, yes!”
“Did you think about spreading your legs for him and letting him make love to you?”
“Yes, I did! I couldn’t help myself. I know it was wrong but I couldn’t help it! I’m so sorry!”
“You may come now.”
The words were hardly out of my mouth when Vanessa’s entire body trembled uncontrollably. I wrapped my arm around her tighter, holding her up while I continued to vigorously work her clit. She was nearly sobbing with relief as her orgasm washed over her, lasting an unusually long time.
“Thank you! Oh, thank you so much!”
Her body was still shuddering, but with a little less vigor than before.
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Oh, darling, because you finally let me come! I thought my brain was going to melt. In fact, I think part of it did melt! It was so wonderful!” I turned her face toward me again and we kissed for several seconds. V smiled devilishly. “I can feel how hard your cock is right now and I think it’s super sexy.”
“I’m very hard. Do you want it?”
“Oh yes, baby, I want it so bad. Take me!”
I moved her a bit so that we were both facing the sidewall. V braced herself on it and instinctively arched her back to receive my hardness.
“My god, it feels so big today!” she remarked as I poised at the entrance of her pussy.
I slowly pushed my way in and she gasped in delight. Once fully in I stood very still for a few moments. My hands now free, I reached around and grabbed Vanessa’s wet tits and massaged them, giving extra attention to her erect and sensitive nipples. It took every ounce of my self-control not to start thrusting, but I wanted my lovely wife to beg for it. I could tell she was getting antsy.
“Please fuck me, darling!”
I began to slowly thrust in and out of her sublime sugar walls. Vanessa’s body started to tremble again. It wasn’t often she had multiple orgasms in a single love-making session, but when she did it was a near religious experience for her.
“Oh, god! You’re cock feels so good inside me!”
Although it went unexpressed in the moment, we were both imagining the same thing. In our minds’ eyes we could see young Paul thrusting into Vanessa and causing her eyes to roll back in her head while a queen-sized orgasm washed over her.
I wrapped my left arm around V’s waist and braced against the wall with my right hand. I was pulling nearly all the way out and then thrusting all the way in again. V’s smooth skin glistened with wetness. Her forehead resting on the wall.
“Oh my god!” She cried out. “I’m coming!”
That was all it took as my own climax consumed me like a bonfire. I thrust into her like an animal in heat and emptied myself deep inside her pussy. Vanessa let out a series of guttural moans that might cause any passersby to call the police.
After several seconds of standing there, still connected, we came to our senses. I withdrew from V and she turned to embrace me, kissing me passionately, with her tongue doing a dance inside my mouth.
“Oh my god,” she finally said as I turned off the water and we grabbed our towels. “That was absolutely decadent!”
We emerged a little unsteadily, Vanessa looking hot with a white towel wrapped around her. It covered her breasts and pussy but not much else and really showed off her tan.
“You, my friend,” she said as she ran a brush through wet hair, “really know how to work me over. You’re a beast!”
“It’s always a pleasure, baby,” I replied.
“Make me a drink and I’ll join you on the patio.”
In a few minutes V joined me on the screened-in porch on the ocean side of the cottage. A wonderful breeze blew in, taking the edge off the humidity. V had put on a pair of tan shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. Her short hair was still shiny wet and slicked straight back; she hadn’t bothered to dry it. It looked sexy.
With the opening bang of the week on the scoreboard, we relaxed, Vanessa sprawled on the sofa with her feet in my lap. She loves to have her feet massaged and I’m happy to oblige.
“What made you think that I was fantasizing about Paul?” she asked with a hint of a wicked smile.
“Came to me in an evil moment,” I shrugged.
“Well, it was inspired, not least because I did fantasize about him. Did thoughts of Karen fire any of your rockets?”
“I must admit, they did. She has got an amazing body.”
“She does,” V agreed, taking a sip of her gin and tonic.
I looked off into the distance, enjoying the moment and some private thoughts. Vanessa must have sensed something significant was going through my mind and she wouldn’t rest until she had wheedled it out of me.
“Are you thinking about her now?” she asked.
“In a way,” I responded cryptically. I had her full attention.
“In what way?”
“Oh, nothing, dear. Nothing at all.” With one foot, V lightly pressed down on my groin. “Ooomph! Now you have my full attention!”
“Good, now tell me what you were thinking about Karen.”
Despite Vanessa having the advantage of me, I hesitated. What I was thinking touched on the deepest secret of our marriage, one that we rarely went near because it was, at least to many people, so dark. And yet it was one of those kernels that bound us together in an unshakable bond of intimacy. It was something that strangely liberated us to be as comfortable and open around one another as possible. In fact, it was probably the springboard for our dalliances in the swinging lifestyle.
When Vanessa and I were dating many years ago, our relationship had progressed to the point where it was time for the obligatory talk about previous sexual partners. We were in our late 20s so any thoughts that either of us was not at least modestly experienced in these matters would have been unrealistic.