A Week at the Beach: A Hotwife Romance Read Free Page A

watching me bring it down between her legs. I'd never,
never
seen her like this. This was as far-fetched a reaction as I could have imagined when I'd ordered the thing. She seemed to love it.
    I touched the head of it to her pussy, ran it up and down her slit letting it collect the juices there. She gasped and her eyes widened as she watched it moving in between her alabaster thighs. My cock flexed completely in my trousers and I wished I'd had the presence of mind to take them off, or at least loosen my belt before I'd started. Resigning myself to what I'd have to endure, I focused on Samantha again.
    She was looking between me and the thing again, her eyes hungry with desire. Every time I saw her I couldn't believe it, how she was taking to this. Pulling her sopping lips to one side with my fingers, I pushed the black dildo into her hole. Just the tip.
    "Andrew..." she whispered, breathless. My cock pulsed in my pants at the way her voice sounded, at the way her face looked. In our five years of marriage I don't know if I'd ever seen her look that way at the prospect of sex. We'd mostly done it in the dark.
    "Tell me what you want, Samantha? Tell me what you want me to do?" I whispered.
    The question seemed to shake her out of her excitement. She blushed and shyed away, turning her head towards the pillow.
    "Come on sweetie, I want to hear it. Please?" I begged, adding an air of desperation to my request. I really wanted to hear it. I really wanted to hear her say what she wanted me to do with the dildo.
    "Andrew, I can't!" Her voice was pained, like it actually hurt her just thinking about it.
    "Sweetie, look at me. Please?" I whispered, moving up closer towards her, my hand still pressing the thing between her legs. She looked over and I saw her face burning a bright red. "It's for me. It's not for you. Remember on Valentine's? When you asked me what I wanted and I couldn't tell you? Remember that?"
    She nodded a gentle yes.
    "This is what I want. This is what I want from you. I want to hear you tell me what you want me to do with this cock."
    Her eyes shifted one way, then the other. I could tell she was thinking about it. I could tell she was rolling it around in her mind, weighing whether it was a good enough justification for her to betray her modesty. She closed her eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper.
    "I want you to put it inside me." Her thighs parted again, inviting me in.
    I flexed. God, that made me hot. I pushed another inch of the dildo inside her. She mewled quietly and her legs spread as her body adjusted to the size of the it. It was probably twice as thick as I was. Samantha had never been with anyone but me.
    "That's a good girl. Do you like that? Does that feel good?" I asked, desperate to hear her voice beg me to put it in deeper. She only nodded. "Come on now," I pleaded, "just tell me one more time. Tell me where you want me to put it." I nudged the it in slightly deeper making her squirm. She tried to work her body down onto it, as if she were craving its thickness now.
    She opened her eyes, looked down. They went wide, like she couldn't believe she was taking all of it inside herself. When she looked at me again, she had that same, wild look she'd had the night before. "I want it Andrew. I want it in my pussy!" she breathed.
    She looked down again and this time her hands drifted down between her legs. She started pushing at the base of the thing! She couldn't wait to get more of it inside her!
    I thought my pants might tear from how hard I was.
    Obliging her, I pushed another inch in, watching her thighs part even further as her pussy stretched again. She was dripping now. I could see the glint of her juices around the thing, coating it, easing its entry and dripping down onto the sheets.
    Her fingers pressed at mine as her body begged to feel more of the big black thing deep inside her. She was glancing at me in between long stares at the thing. She looked like an animal, trapped and caged and not