The Wife that Teases

I sat in a chair close to the French doors that opened out to the hotel suite balcony, reading the day's newspaper. I was in my bathrobe and slippers, but I was in no hurry to take a shower. My wife, Julia, was in there, and she often takes her sweet time when it comes to making herself look good. I had no choice but to wait it out. It was a good thing she had already ordered breakfast sent up. The day was going to be a hot one from the looks of it. Welcome to Miami.

The bathroom door opened, and I looked up and saw Julia strutting gingerly into the room as if she was walking on eggshells. She had a towel wrapped around her body, and another crowned above her head. Julia has a statuesque figure. Tall and angular, good-looking tits, firm bottom, and lovely pair of legs. We were both in contrast to each other. I'm a bloated, ugly fish compared to my wife. If anything, my wealth was the sole item keeping me afloat. Without that, and I'd be a worthless fat figure beside Julia. At 29, she was at the prime of her life, whereas I'm pushing 46, and a couple of Martinis away from being a slob. As if I wasn't one already.

"You're looking good, darling," I lowered my newspaper to my lap. "It's going to be a scorcher today. I was thinking maybe later, we can go sit by the pool and cool off. What do you think?"

"Hmmm, sounds great. But I've got other stuff in mind," she said as she sauntered past the large bed toward me. "Something I think you'd prefer," she added.

"Oh?" I couldn't help but smile with arousal. "Yeah, now that you mention it, there're other things we can do besides head outside."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," she waved a finger at me. "This isn't something you can afford to help me with, honey."

"What're you talking about?"

She smirked at me, then turned to lean forward over the bed, shoving her bottom toward my face. The towel rode up the back of her thigh, affording me a glimpse of her ass cheeks. I could feel my hard-on coming awake as I absorbed the view.

"I know you want this bad, Garry," she purred. "But that's not gonna be the case. I'm so done wanting to have sex with you ever."

"I don't understand," I said, and really, I didn't. "What are you getting at, Julia?"

She went on wiggling her butt at my face. "Aren't you getting the picture, hon? I'm saying that I think it's time we included a new dimension into our marriage. You probably won't agree with it, but I promise it's for the best."

I was about to say something when there came a knock at our door.

"That's probably room service," I said, this time rising to my feet.

"Probably," Julia said as she made toward the door, "or it might be who I think it is."

"What's that supposed to mean, Julia? What the fuck is going on here?" I added with a tad of irritation.

She raised a finger to her lips. "All in good time, honey," she said before going to see who it was.

I stood there baffled and confused of what to do, or make of Julia. I could hear her talking to someone, but no way to know who it was. She then returned to the room with a man behind her. Immediately, I knew he wasn't a hotel staff as he wore a Hawaiian shirt and white slacks; he pushed a food cart in front of him. He was black and bore a shaved head, and was chatting with Julia as she led him into the room. I felt a lump unquestionably rise in my throat.

"Wha . . . Julia, who's this guy?"

Julia turned to the black man who was now dusting his hands.

"Honey, this here is Simon," she hugged the man. "Simon is a sweet friend of mine. He, too, is on vacation here in Miami with some special friends of his. I had to talk him into doing me a favor of stopping over for a visit."

"Okay," I said unconvincingly. "So, what sort of sweet type of friend is he?"

Julia laughed, and Simon joined her. Their laughter sounded mocking, and I was starting to turn red.

"You want to know, or you just haven't quite figured it out yet? Here, I'll show you."

To my stunned surprise, Julia leaned toward the black man called Simon and gave him a mouthful. The black man responded in kind; his hands slid behind her back to grasp her butt. I couldn't believe it. I stepped toward them, wanting to lash out, but then Simon glared at me and pointed a finger to my face that drew me to a halt.

"Better not come an inch forward, white boy," he said coldly. "Sit your thick butt back on that chair and don't ever leave it. Try it, and I'm gonna knock you silly."

I gasped, and found myself settling back in the chair. Whatever bluster I had abruptly left the room. Simon did look like someone who could put a serious hurt on me, and astounded me most was that Julia didn't seem to mind at all. She was snickering at my predicament.

"Honey, do whatever Simon says and try not to be stupid," she said. "This isn't something you're gonna talk yourself out of."

I remained in the chair, defeated and clueless as to what to do. Who was this Simon character, and what sort of relationship did he have with my wife? I pondered these questions when the answers were staring at me.

"Sit there and watch," Simon said, then returned his attention to my wife's waiting arms.

"I thought you weren't coming anymore," Julia said.

"I've got myself a full calendar. Lots of people to please. You understand."

"You've got a client here in this hotel?"

"They're the reason I'm in Miami in the first place, babe. But we've got an hour to play."

"Alright then. Let's not waste any more time."

Simon loosened Julia's towel and let it fall to her feet. Julia continued kissing him, pushing her tits against his torso while Simon's giant pair of hands squeezed and groped her buttock. I was inflamed from watching them, but also afraid of whatever outcome might come should I protest.

Julia loosened the towel from her head then led Simon to the bed. Simon stopped to unbutton his shirt and let it fall to the ground. Julia helped to loosen his belt buckle. Simon had an athletic build under his clothes; exotic tattoos adorned his torso and arms. He shoved his pants down his legs, along with his pair of briefs, before climbing onto the bed.

Their foreplay was concise. Simon maneuvered himself on top of Julia in a '69 position and ate her pussy while she sucked his manhood. Julia squirmed under him the entire time. She beat her legs on the bed repeatedly as he slid his hands under her ass cheeks to dig into her vagina.

I was both jealous and angered by Julia's shameless adultery . . . yet I found myself aroused as I watched them. My pecker was nodding hard under my bathrobe, and I was tempted to grab hold and start masturbating.

Simon slurped and finger-fucked Julia's cunt like he was famished and wanted to eat her up. Julia squirmed and whimpered under him. Simon dismounted her and wielding his huge prick in his hand, positioned him between her legs. He then sneered at me.

"I'm about to give your bitch my special treat," he laughed as he edged closer, about to introduce his cock into my wife.

I shut my eyes, not wanting to see what I knew was coming, but couldn't block my ears from Julia's searing cry. I opened my eyes and saw Simon jerking his hips forward, grunting as rammed his way into Julia. She widened her legs further while pulling him forward, compelling him to drive deeper. Simon went ahead fucking Julia with a steady, excited pace. Julia hollered, cursed, and pleaded for him to fuck her harder. Simon dug deep into his effort. I had a clear view of his balls slapping against her butt as he slammed all the way.

The sight was intoxicating. Unbelievably breathtaking. His butt rested in the V of her spread thighs while his cock sank into her cunt. Julia locked her ankles over him and wailed her orgasm as it ripped through her.

They switched places later. Simon fucked her in a spooning position, after which he positioned her to be on her elbows and knees. Simon stopped to wipe the sweat off his brow before lowering himself down on her. Julia never let up from her cries, as she hollered at him to fuck her harder . . . fuck her deeper. Julia's gasps filled the room.

As for me, I could no longer withhold myself from being immersed in the experience. My hand was under my robe, jerking myself to their pace. The fucking continued. Simon grunted harder as he fucked my Julia, even as she then laid flat on her face while he rested his bulk upon her back. He slammed into her one last time before pulling out so sudden. Julia must have sensed it, as she, too, sat up and turned toward him with her mouth open.

"Give it to me, Simon," she pleaded. "I want to drink all of it. That's it, darling. Gimme all of that cum."

Simon jerked his cock inches from her face. He exhaled a heavy grunt as he squirted a thick ounce of semen into her mouth. He pumped more and more down her throat. Julia ingested every drop of his seed, then took his cock with both hands and sucked him till he was dry. I had stopped masturbating by then; my hand felt like it had turned to rubber. My face was covered in sweat. I felt tired as if I had stepped out of a sauna.

Simon laughed as he came down from the bed, drenched in sweat with his cock swinging left and right. Julia got him a towel and helped him to get cleaned up.

Simon looked at his watch and said, "I'd best be off, babe. Need to go find that other wife."

"Are you sharing the suite with her?"

"Nah, she's got in a separate one. She hasn't told her old man yet, so she's sort of nervous. I'll call her to know where we can meet."

"I hope you'll stop by later so we can play some more. Or maybe let her know you've got another woman who won't mind a threesome."

"Sounds like a good idea. I'll talk to her and if she's up for it, I'll call you later."

Julia went to freshen up in the bathroom while Simon wore back his clothes. He turned to me when he finished buttoning his shirt.

"You've got a horny bitch for a wife, white boy. Better treat her right for me. I'll see you around."

"Yeah," I muttered. "Sure thing."

Julia walked him to the corridor and out of our suite. She came back to find me staring at her in a daze. She went and pulled the food cart toward me.

"How about some breakfast, hon? You must be famished from all that masturbating you did," she chuckled.

I withdrew my hand from under my robe and it was sticky with my cum.

"Excuse me," I said, and made for the bathroom, as it was my turn to get cleaned up.