I Watched My Wife Fuck a Stranger in the Hotel Pool

“I could really use a swim to stretch my muscles after being on the plane. Please?” my wife begs from the hotel bathroom.

I’m lying on the bed, exhausted from the long flight. It’s late, and I’m ready to just snuggle in bed with her and watch tv. We could start our vacation tomorrow morning, after a good night’s sleep. I’m ready to tell her this when she emerges from the bathroom, wearing a tiny pink bikini that makes my eyes go wide.

I can’t say no to my wife when she’s standing there like that, the small triangles of her bikini top struggling to contain her full breasts. My eyes fall to the third triangle of her skimpy ensemble, the one that barely covers her pussy. She puts her hand on her hip and blinks her long eyelashes at me. We both knew she’s going to get her way.

“Alright honey, but we can’t stay long.”

She grins and kisses me on the cheek. I slip on some shoes and follow her out the door to the elevator.

I use our hotel keycard to enter the rooftop pool area. As I suspected, we’re the only ones there this late. I settle into one of the lounge chairs to relax as my wife unties the sarong from her hips and tosses it at me. “Aren’t you going to swim with me?” she asks, adjusting her top and making her boobs jiggle enticingly.

“I’m beat honey, I think I’ll just watch you.” I wink at her. “Give me a good show.”

Just then the gate to the pool opens and a man walks in, a towel thrown over his shoulder. My wife notices him too, and I see a flash of interest pass over her face.

“That’s fine, honey. You just sit right here and watch me then.” She flashes me a flirty smile, then turns to saunter toward the pool without looking back.

I watch her butt sway back and forth as she walks toward the pool, slowly descending down the steps at the shallow end. She glides in gracefully, like a mermaid, dipping her head underwater and resurfacing with her long dark locks slicked back from her head.

I glance over at the guy. He’s watching her too, as he peels his shirt off. The guy is ripped, and I notice my wife watching him. He approaches the pool, his eyes on her.

Something stirs deep in my gut. I know I should go swim with my wife, let this stranger know that she’s taken — but I won’t. I want to see what will happen. I want to see this stud pursue my nearly naked, dripping wet wife. I want to see how far she’ll let him go, right in front of me.

I’m sitting in a lounge chair in the corner of the deck, in the dim shadows from the lights that illuminate the pool. I wonder if he even notices me here.

He enters the pool by diving into the deep end head first, making a splash. He then swims the length of the pool like a pro, straight to where my wife is floating on her back, the mounds of her breasts coming out of the water.

He says something to her. They’re at the far end of the pool, and I can’t hear what he said, but I see my wife tilt her head back and laugh, the sound of her girlish giggle reaching my ears. I wonder what he said that was so funny.

I find myself smiling at the sight of her smiling. They’re talking now, and my wife is all giggles and flirty eyes. He has guided her over toward the side of the pool and my wife has her back against the side wall, her arms resting on the concrete edge, holding herself up so that her tits are just above the surface of the water.

Her swimming companion has moved in close to her, casually hovering in the water inches in front of her. He has lowered himself in the water so that his face is level with her hard nipples that are visible through the wet fabric of her bikini, even from where I sit.

She hasn’t glanced in my direction even once since her little pool party began. Her eyes are on him. They’re still talking, and I see her bite her lip and nod, a little smile on her face.

He looks in my direction for the first time, locking eyes with me for a split second, letting me know that he knows I’m here, watching. Then he turns back to my wife, and his hands go to her breasts, groping each one in his big palms. He pushes the skimpy fabric aside and latches his mouth onto my wife’s naked tit while he massages the other one. My wife leans her head back, eyes closed, a blissed-out look on her face as her tits get sucked.

I spring an instant erection, watching a man suck my wife’s tits in a public swimming pool. I’d never have the guts to do something like that. She’d likely slap me if I even tried. Here he was, feasting. I can’t take my eyes off of them. I know I shouldn’t like this, but I do.

I watch him unfasten the string holding her top on and toss it onto the side of the pool. His hands disappear beneath the surface, and he brings up another piece of fabric that he tosses aside. My wife has been stripped naked by a stranger, and my cock has never been harder.

His own shorts appear next to her discarded bikini.

She wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and he floats with my naked wife near the steps of the pool, his hands gripping her ass. He stands up, my wife wrapped around him. He reaches one hand under her ass, and I realize he’s gripping his thick cock in his fist, and inserting it into my wife.

He bounces her on his dick, her head thrown back. The sounds of her moans fill the quiet night air.

I realize I’ve opened my fly and have started to stroke myself as I watch my wife get fucked by a stranger. He puts her down on the steps and she grips the railing, facing me now. Her eyes lock on mine as he enters her from behind. Her sweet mouth forms a little O as he pounds her hard, her tits bouncing from the force of him. He’s got her hips in a firm grip, holding her in place as he brazenly fucks my wife.

I work my cock furiously, lost in the sexy scene in front of me, forgetting that I shouldn’t be letting this happen. I can’t help it. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. He reaches around and rubs her clit with his fingers.

My wife moans, and I know she is coming. Her eyes closed, knees wobbling.

I explode then, coming all over my hands and stomach, making a mess of myself.

He pulls out of her quivering, swollen pussy. I get a good look at his cock this time, still hard and glistening with my wife’s juices.

He sits down on the edge of the pool, his legs in the water. My wife positions herself between his legs and takes his big, hard dick in her mouth, sucking him off like she’s starving for it.

I cup my own spent, soft dick in my hands as I watch her swallow him down, not spilling a drop.

He helps her out of the pool then, groping her breast one last time as a goodbye. He looks in my direction and nods as he pulls his shorts back on and disappears out of the gate.

My wife gathers her bikini and struts back over to me, freshly fucked. She sees me sitting there in the lounge chair, covered in my own spunk, and smiles.

“Enjoy the show, honey?”

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