Hidden Lusts – Part 3
Reading part 1 and 2 will tie the story together better. Hope you enjoy our journey.
Belle and I grabbed a table outside on the patio overlooking the lake and took in the scenery. You couldn’t ask for better weather. 75 degrees, sunny, not a cloud in sight, with a slight breeze. Our waitress came by and we ordered our drinks and then turned our attention back to the smooth water that was pocketed with a boat here and there. The weather was perfect, my wife was perfect, and this day could only get better. Belle looked like a model with her aviator sunglasses on and her skin soaking in the morning rays. She looked at me and smiled. “I love you so much James. Last night, I got carried away and thought you wanted to see that happen. I was curious more than anything and then I just got carried away. I won’t let that happen again babe. I just want you and I’m so thankful for your forgiveness.”
Well shit. That last line was basically the only thing that stuck out in my head. “I just want you…” I thought last night would have broken down some barrier that she might have had up about being shared with another guy. Did it actually make her put up MORE of a guard? Is she just saying that to see if that would make me feel better? Well, if she was, it was doing the opposite. I WANTED to see her with another guy. I WANTED to witness seeing her perfect ass getting railed by a cock bigger than mine. I thought I was getting closer to getting Belle to be a hotwife. After hearing that and with the way she said it, that possibility seemed light years away.
“Sweetie, I love you so much too and I promise you, I’m NOT upset. You DID see what it did to me in the car just talking about it. We can talk more about it tonight and maybe set some rules around how things progress.” I started.
Belle held up her hand in a stopping motion, reached across the table, and grasped my hand. “I JUST want YOU James.” She had taken off her sunglasses as she said this and her beautiful eyes were glistening with tears. “I married you and want to spend the rest of my life with YOU. No one else.”
Double shit. I thought I was so close to this happening. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Maybe this was for the best. Was I in my right mind to be wishing for another guy to fuck my wife? To watch her ride his huge cock? To have orgasm, after orgasm while having her pussy stretched out. To see her ass ripple and her tits bounce while getting pounded doggie style? To not even think about me while his huge cock was ramming into her over and over making her pussy cream all over him? To see her ass up, face down, gripping the bedsheets, wiggling her ass back and forth begging for that huge cock to break her in two? To see her jump off his cock and ram it down her throat when he started cumming? Do you catch my drift? Most guys would be insanely jealous of that happening. Me? Not so much. I guess I’m in the minority, and this kink is unique, but I’m confident that what I bring to Belle, no one else can give her. She wouldn’t leave me. This would be a mutual decision to explore this lifestyle. Right?
I shook my head to clear my fantasy as she was staring at me intently searching for any sign of remorse. A tear drop was forming on her cheek. I hadn’t said anything for a good 15 seconds. Ooops. I better calm her down and reassure her that I love her and all I want is her….to take a huge cock in front of me. Well, maybe I shouldn’t say that last part about her taking a huge cock in front of me.
“Belle, all I want is you too.” I said as I leaned forward and placed my free hand onto hers grasping our hands together now. I held her gaze, “I want you to be happy and I want to enjoy our lives together. I want to explore the world with you, grow old, start a family, and raise those kids to be badasses in everything they do.” Belle started laughing. That was one thing I loved about her and I know she loved about me. The ability to make her laugh in any situation we were in. Was I over the top at times? 100%. Did I make her laugh more than roll her eyes? Also 100%.
My joke had eased her tension and she wiped the tear away from her face. Our waitress dropped off our drinks and right at that time, Sam and Mandy walked in. Belle expertly composed herself and I stood and gave Sam one of those hand shakes with a pull in hug. Mandy was looking sexy as hell as she leaned in and hugged Belle. Sam and I stared at their asses, looked at each other, and laughed. Sam had NO idea that I knew what had happened last night, but I doubt he even cared if I did.
“I heard Belle kicked y’alls ass at Farkle last night!” Mandy said as she greeted me. She pressed her tits up against my chest in a full frontal hug. Mandy was wearing short jean shorts that were frayed and came just below her ass cheeks and a hot pink tank top that her tits were spilling out of. I was NOT complaining about that hug.
“Not as bad as we kicked y’alls ass in beer pong!” I retorted as I looked over her shoulder and watched Sam and Belle hug. Did I just see Sam take a quick squeeze of her ass? That sly dog! Belle pulled away quickly from him and slapped him on the shoulder as Mandy was still hugging me.
“What are you drinking over there James? Your lame CC12 or is this place too crappy to carry that refined canadian whiskey? I bet they didn’t know Don Draper was going to make an appearance today.” Sam teased. He always made fun of my choice of whiskey and compared me to the infamous Don Draper of Mad Men who was seen sipping on Canadian Club often in that show. I just happened to enjoy sweeter whiskey with a mixer. I like what I like and I didn’t let it get to me.
“It’s better than that shit seltzer you drink!” I shot back. “What is it again? White claw bitch flavored?”
Mandy and Belle burst out laughing and Sam just shrugged his shoulders as everyone sat down. I thought this would be more awkward, but with the drinks flowing, jokes flying, playful flirting between everyone, and the gorgeous scenery (from the girls and the view), it really made for a relaxing time. Sam made a joke about them being late because Mandy couldn’t find her panties at his place. Mandy screamed with her mouth wide open in shock. Belle started laughing and looked at me and raised her eyebrows in an “I told you so” look. I just shook my head smiling at the gall Sam had. I don’t blame him. He HAS to be confident with what he is carrying around down there.
After a few more drinks and some good conversation, Sam and I had decided to go to play a round at our favorite local golf course, Emerald Falls. The course was tucked away in the valley and the holes wound in and out between gorges and canyons. A few holes had great elevation changes that made for scenic views and even more challenging shots. Belle and Mandy begged to come along, pouting their lips and saying “PLEASEEEEE!!!”. We reluctantly agreed because what guy wouldn’t want to have the company of two gorgeous women while playing golf AND drinking too? Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon. We closed our tabs and met up at the course an hour later. Belle had changed into a little purple golf skirt that had spandex shorts underneath. She wasn’t a golfer at all, but she looked damn sexy in that outfit. Her top was a low cut, sleeveless, white polo that showed off her amazing cleavage. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to play golf with her being dressed like that. We were on the practice green and she attempted a short putt that missed. She leaned over to pick up the ball to try again. Her skirt rode up her ass showing her shorts underneath hugging her ass cheeks. Every single guy’s eyes were on her that was on the practice green, the driving range, and the first tee. Belle was of course oblivious to any of this happening.
“UGH! I am awful at golf!” Belle muttered as she lined up the putt again. I went behind her, wrapped my arms around her and helped change her grip on the putter. I pressed up against her ass and she gave a playful little wiggle while smiling. Well, I hope I could hide my bulge when this was over or that would be a little embarrassing.
“Putting is about being gentle and not having a death grip on the club.” I softly explained in her ear as I helped her swing the club back and forth smoothly. “Soften your grip, use your arms, not your wrists, and don’t slap at the ball.” I continued. She was smiling and kept wiggling her ass against me. “Now, place the putter behind the ball, line up your shot again, and make sure you have your aim point picked out. Slowly pull the club back, and then follow through the ball.” I explained.
I let go and stepped back away from her. Belle looked down and concentrated on the ball and putt. She slowly brought the putter back and then forward with a nice tempo. The ball rolled right into the cup from 3ft away. Belle let out a little scream, jumped up and turned and looked at me, “I’m going to be a pro in no time with you coaching me!”
Right at that time, Sam and Mandy walked up onto the green next to us. “Why can’t you do that on the course James? I think you need Belle to putt for you today.” Sam teased.
“You just want to see her bend over and grab the ball out of the cup you perv.” I laughed and Sam shrugged and laughed too. Mandy walked over to Sam. “Can you teach me like that too?” she asked. I started laughing HARD at that. Mandy looked at me quizzically.
“HAHAHAHAH Mandy please never, and I mean NEVER, take a lesson from Sam on anything related to golf.” I joked. Sam told me to fuck off and we went to our carts to go to the first hole since our tee time was up. The round was a lot of fun. Everyone was having a good time, the girls looked fantastic with their legs up on the golf carts trying to get a tan, and there was plenty of booze flowing. I was actually on pace to break 80 through 16. Hole 17 was an very scenic, 150 yard par 3 that had its tee box on top of a canyon. The green was down 300 feet and was surrounded by water in the back, left, and front of the green. It was by far my favorite hole and I usually hit a few off the tee when there wasn’t a group behind us.
I pulled out my PW and took aim at the green. I took a 3/4 swing and hit the ball crisply. The ball flew through the air, right at the flag. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Then….the ball hit the bottom of the flag stick and bounced out a few feet away. We all yelled out in excitement AND disappointment at my almost hole-in-one.
Belle looked at me in shock. “If you make this putt and then par 18, you’ll shoot a 79!” she said excitedly. Sam laughed and said, “I bet he chokes just like Mandy did last night!” Mandy punched him in the shoulder and said, “Stop talking shit! You aren’t even going to break 90 dumbass! Plus, it’s hard NOT to choke when you’re trying to put 9 inches in your mouth!”
Belle and I looked at each other with wide eyes and open mouths. Was that really shock on Belle’s face or was it curiosity? She bit her lower lip and tried not to laugh. Sam was doubled over laughing hysterically and Mandy was blushing and also laughing at her crude joke. Alcohol really does lower you inhibitions!
“I tell you what James” Sam started. “If you break 80, I’ll let Belle suck my dick! Think you can concentrate with that image in your mind?”
“SAM!” Mandy scolded while Belle glared and shook her head at him. No way was Sam aware that I knew what happened last night. That he had taken his shot and fingered my wife and she had jerked him off over his pants. I just laughed it off, but Sam was right. There was no way I could concentrate with the image in my head of Belle trying to deepthroat Sam’s 9″ dick. Just thinking about it made me get butterflies in my stomach. I had a distant look on my face as Sam hooked his shot into the water. Belle and Mandy laughed. “That’s what you get you asshole!” Belle giggled.
We proceeded to the green in our carts while the wind blew Belle’s hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. I looked over at her and she smiled at me. “Do you want to suck his cock baby?” I nervously asked.
Belle stared at me and didn’t say anything. I couldn’t read her eyes due to her aviators being on, but I could tell she was thinking about last night and how big he was. How that monster dildo felt inside of her. How she came uncontrollably on it. How it would feel better with a real cock and not some silicone dildo. Or maybe that was just what I WISH she was thinking about.
“I just want YOU James. Do not let him get in your head!” Belle begged.
Too late for that I thought. That bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing. He just didn’t know that I saw him and Belle last night. In fact, it was all I’ve been thinking about. I could just imagine Belle on her knees in front of Sam. His 9″ dick laying over her face as she licks up and down his shaft to his balls. Belle was amazing at giving head, but could she deepthroat someone 2.5″ longer AND thicker than me? She would try for sure. She loved challenges and taking his monster dick down her throat would definitely be a big challenge (no pun intended).
I was lost in my thoughts as I pictured Belle shoving Sam’s monster cock into her throat. Him holding her hair into a high ponytail and shoving her head down further on him. I could imagine Belle feeling the head of his cock against the back of her throat and then pushing further than she ever has before. Gagging and pulling up for air and then attacking his cock again and again trying to feel his balls against her chin. Sam, being in awe of seeing his cock buried in my wife’s mouth and not being able to hold back his cum. I could imagine him pulling out and shooting cum streams all over her face and down her throat, coating her face and tits in his cum. Belle would be like a bitch in heat and try shoving him back into her mouth begging to taste him, begging to feel him inside of her. FUCK! How the hell am I going to putt and finish this round now?
I got out of the cart, grabbed my Bettinardi BB-1F putter out of the bag, and walked up to the green. “Hey asshole, the drop zone is back there!” I yelled out as Sam was dropping a ball right next to the green. He flipped me off and duffed his chip 3 yards, barely making it onto the green. Belle and Mandy laughed out again at his misfortune while Sam muttered something about taking too many shots and that was what was ruining his round. He might have a bigger dick than me, but I’m a better golfer (as if that was any consolation).
Sam finally finished out the hole with an embarrassing 7 and flipped me off as I was lining up my 3ft putt for birdie. It was an easier putt with a slight right to left break which for some reason, is easier for me to make than left to right putts. “You got this babe!” Belle encouraged. Sam said something under his breath that sounded like, “I bet you do hope he breaks 80 you cock slut”, but I couldn’t really make it out.
I lined up my putt, took a deep breath, fought off the effects of all the alcohol I had consumed, and made the putt. Belle and Mandy let out a cheer and yelled some encouragement to me and Sam just walked off to the cart grabbing another seltzer and fireball shot from the cooler. Belle ran up to me and gave me a VERY passionate kiss on the lips. She pulled away and I recovered from the surprise onslaught. “You got this James! I know how badly you want to break 80 and you’re going to do it! Do NOT let that asshole get in your head!” Belle was right. I could par 18 and still break 80. I didn’t need a birdie. No biggie with the way I was playing! On top of that, the 18th hole was a straight par 4 that was only 350 yards long. The only trouble was a little stream down in a gorge that was 20 yards in front of the green. We got up to the tee and I took out my driver.
“Woah! Watch out for Mr. Big Swinging Dick over here pulling out a driver!” Sam said as he grabbed his 3 wood. “Think you can keep that straight with what’s on the line? I know the REAL reason why you want to break 80.” he snickered. “Your honors.” he waved to the open teebox.
I was amped and my adrenaline was racing through my body. Not only was I thinking about breaking 80, but I was thinking about what Sam had said about “letting” Belle suck his dick. To everyone else that would have heard, it would’ve been a crude joke. I knew better though. After witnessing last night and also that I had shared my fantasy with him, I knew he was trying to get in my head. I looked down the fairway as I was standing over the ball and then crushed my drive right down the middle. Sam gawked at the ball streaking through the air. “Holy shit! You do want to see Belle suck my dick!” he laughed. This was a win-win situation for Sam. Either I broke 80 and he could “joke” about Belle sucking his dick and me secretly wanting that, OR he would know his comment got to me because I couldn’t shake the image of my gorgeous wife on her knees in front him. He was already down about $40 on our dot game, so me not breaking 80 would at least make him a little happy on that front too.
I just shook my head and walked back to my cart not even caring about proper etiquette and watching him hit. He was drunk and probably wouldn’t even break 95 anyways. WHACK! “FUCK!” Yep. Sam hit it OB and Mandy and Belle laughed at him again. I hopped in the cart with Belle and drove off to find my ball.
“James, that last shot was amazing! I’m so happy I’m here to witness this moment! You got this babe!” Belle was so excited as she hugged tight against my arm as I was driving. The smile on her face put me at ease. I was glad she was here too. She made my life better in every way possible.
We were getting closer to where my ball should be, but I couldn’t see it. Shit! Did it roll into the stream? No way. That would’ve been a 330 yard drive. It’s possible, but that would’ve been one of my longest drives ever. Belle had a worried look on her face too. “I’m going to hop out and go look over there.” she said.
Belle hopped out of the cart, her skirt rising up and showing the bottom curve of her ass. I turned around and went back down the fairway thinking I might have passed it. “JAMES! I think I see it!” she yelled out. I turned towards her and she was pointing down into the gorge where the stream was. Cursing under my breath I got out and went to go confirm that it was my ball. Sure enough, it was. I could see my signature mark on the ball. Sam had decided to drop one by me apparently because he drove up with Mandy.
“Damn James! You’re going to ruin this for me!” Sam complained, watching his imaginary blowjob from my wife disappear before his eyes. Mandy shot him a death stare as he hit his shot up about 20 feet away from the green.
“What does this mean?” Belle questioned. “He has to drop here and this will be his 3rd shot. He has to get up and down from here to watch you suck my dick.” Sam answered. Belle glared at him and I swear, that look could’ve froze a rabid wolf dead in its tracks. “Fuck off Sam!” she growled. Sam just tucked his tail between his legs and flopped down in his cart next to Mandy who slapped him on the arm.
I reached into my bag and grabbed another ball and dropped it in the area where my drive had crossed over the red hazard marks. This was a straightforward shot. 20-25 yards out and just needed to get within 15ft to have a reasonable shot at making par. I set up to the ball for a little pitch shot and hit it crisply. It flew towards the hole, hit the green, bounced twice and stopped dead about 10ft away. Whew! I had a shot at this still!
“Great shot baby! You were draining these all day long!” Belle said trying to throw some confidence my way. I sat back in the cart next to her thankful for how supportive she was as we drove up to the green. “Keep concentrating James! Do NOT let Sam get to you.”
“YOU MIGHT BE DRAINING SOMETHING LATER!!” Sam yelled over his shoulder at Belle as we drove up to the green. Mandy once again slapped his arm and gave Belle an apologetic look while the wind whipped her hair around her face.
We got up to the green and Mandy made a comment about if Sam made his putt, she would wear her special teddie for him. Sam got SUPER excited and tried his best to make it as Mandy tended the pin and bent over suggestively letting her cleavage spill out of her top. Sam didn’t even get close and we all laughed. “You’ll still wear that if you want this again.” Sam brazenly said as he grabbed at his crotch. Mandy just gave a playful and cute huff and hugged him. “Fineeeee, I’ll still wear it for you even though you fucking SUCK at golf!”
“Your turn slugger! We all know what’s on the line. If you make this putt, you break 80 for the first time ever and I’ll give Belle the honor of sucking of my dick! I KNOW you want to see that so if you make it, I guess you’re ok with your wife being with another guy.” Sam said condescendingly.
I put his comment out of my head as I read my putt. Slightly uphill, right to left break about a hole out. It wasn’t an easy putt, that’s for sure. Shit, Sam was right. I wanted to break 80 and see my wife suck his monster cock. I wanted to see that scene play out in front of me. I know Belle wasn’t taking that comment seriously, but maybe she was actually hoping for an excuse to suck his dick. She could deepthroat me easily. Could she deepthroat him? Belle had been adamant about not wanting anyone else but me, but would her sexual desires eventually take over one day or even later tonight after we drank some more?
I stood over my putt and it seemed like time slowed down. I looked to the hole and then to my ball a few times making sure I had my aim point exactly right. In my mind, I envisioned the ball rolling up the hill and turning right into the hole (and then Belle in her thong on her knees in front of Sam’s massive cock). SHIT! Get that vision out of your head! I stood up and backed off the putt and Sam starting laughing. “Pressure’s on buddy!” he egged on.
I lined back up and didn’t think twice about it. I had the line down and put a smooth stroke on the putt. The ball rolled exactly where I aimed at and at a great pace. It started its slow break towards the hole and at about a foot out, I knew it wasn’t going to break as much as I thought. The ball hit the left lip and rolled halfway into the cup, made its way around the back of the cup, and the finally dropped in after it made almost a full rotation of the hole!
Belle and Mandy started jumping and yelling. I pumped my fist while my heart was racing and went to go pick the ball out of the cup. Belle rushed and jumped up on me while wrapping her legs around my waist and kissed me. “I’m so happy for you baby!!!” she said while giving me kisses all over my face. I felt like I just won the Masters and the only thing I did was break 80 lol. That was a big accomplishment for me though! I looked over to Sam and he had a smirk on his face.
“That’s another dot for me and you owe me $50 now!” I told Sam. That made his smirk disappear quickly and he sulked his way back to his cart as Mandy gave me a high five. An idea struck me. “Sam! How about you and Mandy run by the liquor store and grab a bottle of tequila and then we can have a game night over at our place? Don’t forget limes!”
Belle and Mandy squealed their excitement and started talking about what games they wanted to play. “Will that cover my $50 I owe you?” Sam asked.
“As long as it isn’t a shitty bottle!” I replied as I grabbed a handful of Belle’s ass and made her squeal again. This night was going to be a fun one. Maybe I could convince the girls to take body shots off each other.
We took off our separate ways and decided for them to meet us at our house around 8pm which was a couple of hours out. Belle and I arrived home with us both on a high. We had sung our lungs out with the windows down and laughed at each other the entire way home. Belle was so amazing.
We both stripped down naked in our bathroom and I turned on a nice hot steaming shower. I watched as Belle walked sexily over to the shower to join me. Her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. Her abs that showed slightly against her skin tightening with the steps. Her gorgeous hair spilled down her back. She smiled as she stepped into the water with me and embraced me tightly. I IMMEDIATELY became rock hard and she noticed as my dick pressed up against her pubic bone. She reached over and grabbed some soap and lathered up her body paying special attention around her bare pussy that she had just waxed a few days ago. She pressed her lips against mine and we kissed, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. My hands started roaming along her back and ass, rubbing the soap in more. She grabbed my dick, turned around, and placed it right between her soapy ass cheeks. She arched her back and leaned her shoulders against my chest, resting her head against my chest. She turned her head back up to me and I attacked her neck with my mouth and massaged her slippery breasts with my hands as she grinded her ass cheeks up and down my shaft. Holy shit, this felt AMAZING. Belle was really getting into now moaning out my name as I reached down between her legs and let my fingers find her slit. I started working their magic against her clit. She started grinding faster and faster while I raced my fingers around her slit and rubbed her clit.
“I can’t wait to watch you fulfill our bet and suck Sam’s cock tonight.” I whispered into her ear while I nibbled on it. Belle immediately started convulsing. Her body shaking uncontrollably as she reached up with one arm behind my head, grasping the back of my head to hold herself up. I continued my attack on her clit and breasts as she let out a scream. “FUCK BABY! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMINGGGG! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” she yelled as her body continued to shake. She came for a good 30 seconds grinding her ass up against dick when she suddenly turned around, dropped down to her knees, and deep throated me. It took me off guard as I grabbed the sides of her head and guided her up and down my length. She grabbed the back of my ass and pulled me forward, swallowing me whole again. I bellowed out, “I’M GOING TO CUM!” She held herself there, her forehead against my stomach, as I unleashed rope after rope of cum down her throat. Belle finally pulled her mouth off my dick making sure she sucked out every last drop on the way up. She stood up and kissed me deeply. FUCKING SHIT! I could taste myself on her tongue and it was such a turn on.
“James, I TOLD you, I just want YOU!” she said as she kissed me again giving me the after-taste of my own cum. She grabbed the hand I had fingered her with and brought it up to my mouth. I greedily sucked off the rest of her juices and then she slowly took my fingers into her mouth relishing the taste of her young, succulent pussy.
I wasn’t going to argue with her, but she did cum HARD as soon as I mentioned Sam’s cock. I was going to try my damnest to see that happen tonight. We finished showering, washing each other’s bodies, and then got dressed. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and Belle decided on some pink yoga pants that accented her ass perfectly, and a tight light purple tank top that showed off her ample cleavage.
“You just need a neon green head band and you would make the perfect groupie for Journey!” I teased her. She laughed hysterically dancing around shaking her hair around like rock star. Man, I loved this woman and how she could act so goofy around me.
We both laughed some more when we heard a knock on the door. Belle ran to the front door yelling, “Be right there!”
I watched her ass shake as she ran off down the hall to the front door. Damn my life was great, I thought as Sam and Mandy walked through holding up the bottle of tequila like it was a trophy. This was going to be one crazy night.
To be continued…..