Free erotic story: Another Man in Our Bed
When they got to the room, there seemed to be an unspoken rule already firmly in place between them: No questions.
Lizzie wasn’t going to ask her husband why, on Earth, he would want his wife to sleep with another man.
On the other hand, Colt wasn’t going to ask Lizzie whether she was really, really sure about this. Whether she’d thought it through. Whether this was a good idea for their marriage.
They wanted ‘naughty.’
This was ‘naughty.’
After a few drinks from the mini-bar — vodka tonic for Lizzie, Peroni beer for Colt, water for their guest — Lizzie lay down on the bed expectantly.
Their guest, whose name turned out to be Oliver, stood at the foot of the bed and stripped of his trunks — revealing that nothing they had seen of his bulge had been in any way faked.
Lizzie gasped at the sight of the man in all his naked glory. He was tall, dark, and very powerfully built. Nothing like her husband.
Colt wasn’t sure what the plan was. He just stood there like a lemon for a few moments, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor. He was trembling, his entire body fizzing with adrenaline, and caught between diametrically opposed emotions: abject terror and exhilarating excitement.
Oliver calmly padded him on the shoulder and tilted his head toward the armchair in the corner.
‘You can sit there, my friend,’ he said with another of his high-wattage smiles.
And then there was a big, powerful, naked man lying on the bed with Lizzie, nuzzling into her, making her giggle as he kissed her neck just beneath her ear. Making her sigh as his hand swept down over her body.
Making her moan as his fingers dipped beneath the flimsy pale blue polyester of her swimsuit.
Colt sat, feeling just stunned to watch another man stirring his fingers within Lizzie’s bikini bottoms. There could be no doubt he was touching her pussy, for God’s sake. And Lizzie was smiling and moaning — and reaching her own hand back to get a feel of the man’s enormous erection.
Why was it so thrilling to watch? She was cheating on him. This went against everything a husband was supposed to believe about his wife.
She looked so beautiful; there was no doubt that Colt felt pride. This guy wanted so badly to fuck Lizzie, but she was Colt’s wife. She was gorgeous, lying there in that skimpy bikini, her leg now slung over his, his hand grabbing hold of her world-class tits — her hand grabbing hold of his dreadnought-class cock, bringing it between her thighs to stroke it against the thin material of her swimsuit.
Jesus, this was really happening.
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