Farther Than He Intended

Aria watched her husband closely from a cozy chesterfield armchair with her legs tucked under her. The tingles that radiated throughout her body were due as much to anticipation as to the heavy sips of wine she had been taking. She hoped it would calm her down.

Her emotions had already begun to stir the moment that Richard had put his hand on the other woman. She had to remind herself that she was the one who had made this offer, and he had accepted her terms. This was his chance to play. Hers would come later, maybe after the cruise, maybe during.

She watched as Richard removed Willow’s uniform piece by piece where she stood in the middle of the room. He started by taking off her blue suit jacket and stetting it on the TV console. The blouse was next, then the skirt. Richard moaned appreciatively, and smiled to Aria. “Isn’t she lovely?” Willow’s undergarments were more elaborate than either of the them had expected. She stood in a white, lacy half-cup bra, matching panties and smooth, white stockings with a garter belt. Willow squeezed her thighs together nervously, head bowed, pleased to have met his approval. She squeaked when she felt the man’s hand rest on her bum.

Aria nodded. “Absolutely she is!” The woman’s stout yet curvy frame, so different from her own, was clearly arousing him. She felt a pang of jealousy at his tented pants and his eager, restless hands. “Are you alright, Willow?” she asked, noticing that she was trembling all over.

“Yes, I’m fine ma’am. I’m always ready and happy to serve at a moment’s notice,” she replied snappily. The fact that it sounded like a practiced slogan was more annoying than reassuring. Fine indeed, Aria thought, deciding she was not the one to worry about. She returned her attention to her husband.

It seemed to Aria that Richard had agreed to her stipulation a little too easily. It made her paranoid. She had assumed he would have a much harder time watching her when their roles reverse. Had she misjudged him?

He stood behind Willow, one hand gently cupping her ass, while the other brushed her long ponytail to her front. He kissed her shoulder repeatedly, traveling to her neck with soft, wet presses of his lips until he stopped at her earlobe and nibbled. Willow moaned softly at the attention. She opened her eyes and was met by Aria’s studious gaze. It made her shiver.

Richard reached around to feel her heavy breasts. His masculine hands didn’t come close to covering them. Willow’s were close to Aria’s in size, but seemed so much larger on her smaller frame. She gasped as his fingers sank into her luscious flesh. He located her nipples by feel, scratching at the lacy fabric to wake them up. He slid an index finger into each cup and gave the hardening nubs a gentle pinch.

Aria watched Willow lean back against her husband and moan. He was staring down Willow’s body with a stupid grin, admiring her dark cleavage as he squished her tits together. My husband is sure enjoying himself. She felt more prickles of jealousy, then she felt angry for letting herself be swayed by such a puerile reaction.

That will be me soon, she reminded herself. She will be in Willow’s place, standing in lingerie and getting her nipples tweaked. Her jealousy started to wane as she reimagined this whole scene in front of her, not as her husband getting a free pass, but as her own elaborate foreplay. This was her preview of coming attractions... This would be her—tomorrow night—she decided.

Willow’s pleasure is my pleasure.

With her reframing of the moment, she felt herself getting warmer as her husband dared to run a finger over the crotch of Willow’s panties. Aria finished off her glass and let her own hand sneak under her dress to do the same.

Richard kissed Willow’s neck and rubbed the mound he found between her legs. She leaned back more and widened her stance, unwittingly giving Aria a better view as her husband’s fingers deftly shifted the panties aside and circled the proud little clit, Willow buckled at the direct contact with a sharp gasp, but Richard held her securely, his other arm braced across her torso and clutching her breast. He took pity on the maiden in his arms, stopping to wet his fingers with her tongue and massage her clit with a lighter touch. She moaned favorably.

An impatient Aria maintained a firmer touch on her own clit, holding her panties to the side with her other hand. She stared at his hand, mimicking his ministrations as she thought some more about her turn. Who would be touching her like that? She had noticed several handsome men onboard, a few barely old enough to call men. Would one of those eager young men agree to play this game? Would he have the self-control to only go as far as Richard does? Would he already be fingering me? Would she feel a throbbing cock pressing against her ass?

She had masturbated thinking about other men before, men of different body types, men of different ages, men in suits, men in uniforms, whatever piqued her arousal on a given day, but she had never had a full-fledged fantasy about cheating on Richard. This was a novel middle ground. I am going to pick out some lucky young stud and my husband is going to watch me get fingered and fucked.

Aria’s face felt hot. She slid a finger in herself and felt how wet she had gotten in seconds. Oh god, was she going to get fucked? This was so wrong. Her pussy clearly wanted it, even if her mind remained conflicted.

Richard took Willow’s bra off and whispered something into her ear. She nodded and laid herself on the bed. He kept his dress pants on but unzipped and freed his cock, stroking it as he walked around the bed, looking at her sexy body. He leaned over her and fondled one luscious tit, then the other, occasionally stopping his stroking to touch Willow’s clit some more. She moaned for minutes on end, clearly no longer **** to do her duty.

Aria slipped her fingers inside of herself again, losing interest in mirroring what Richard was doing, thinking about getting penetrated instead.

Willow’s moans grew more intense. “Oh... Sir... I’m going to... ” Her body started to tense up. Richard snapped his hand away and let Willow hang on the edge of orgasm. Her hand drifted to finish herself off.

“Don’t,” Richard said firmly. She mewled in protest. She squirmed. She bit her lips. She huffed, then reached out to touch his cock, but he pushed her hand away gently and shook his head. She clenched the sheets and felt the orgasm slip away.

Aria grit her teeth. She was already getting close herself, and loathed being denied. Of course Richard knew that about her. Now she knew his game, without a doubt. She would be **** to watch Willow be denied repeatedly, knowing that Aria would be denied in turn. He was turning this into a punishment for her. On another day she might have though his plan was clever, but she was already on the edge, and realizing that the promise of getting her soaking cunt getting filled was going to go unfulfilled made her angry.

After Willow had settled back down, Richard began to lightly rub her clit again to build her up for the next denial. Once was bad enough. Aria was not going to let Richard keep doing this, potentially for hours, let alone whatever other **** he might have planned for her. She decided to interfere.

“He’s good with his hands, isn’t he?”

Willow turned her head, looking surprised, perhaps forgetting she was being watched. “Yes... It feels amazing, ma’am.”

“I bet you wish you could cum.”

“Mmm... yesss!”

“You are so adorable. Did he get you good and wet?”

“Quite wet, I think...”

“Is it, honey?” Richard looked at Aria, noticing for the first time that her dress was hiked up with her legs straddling the arms of the large chair and she was touching herself. He recognized the arousal in her eyes and it aroused him even more to know that he had both women so turned on. He looked at Willow’s soft folds, then obliged his wife, slowly running his middle finger along Willow’s slit. He pressed his finger in, just a tiny bit, less than a knuckle deep. Willow responded by moaning sharply and rocking her pelvis toward him, trying to make him go deeper. He prevented it, but having probed her there, he teased her opening, making little, wet noises.

“She’s soaked.” He grinned at Aria, holding up a glistening fingertip. He saw that she wasn’t watching them anymore.

“That’s so hot, baby,” she cooed. He followed her gaze to the screen and saw a porno was playing silently on the room’s TV. He watched for a minute as a petite, pale woman on-screen slurped a huge, black cock.

“Mmmm...” Aria fingered herself to the video. “Fuck... Tell me more about her cunt.”

He leaned over Willow’s pussy to get a closer look. She no longer seemed timid, spreading for him as she played with her tits. He touched it with both hands, spreading her copious fluids over her petaled labia, spreading them open and studying the details. Her tan skin darkened at the petals’ edges, then sharply blended into a bright pink. The tiny, shifting mouth of her sex seemed to open slightly. “It’s a gorgeous little—”

“Mmmmm... fuck... How tight is it?”

He stared into it. Through the narrow opening he glimpsed the inner cavity as it undulated. Part of it drew in, hollowing itself, inviting him to fill it. It looked so small, delicate and tight... Willow moaned as his finger dipped into her again. He felt the warm smoothness of her inner walls up to his second knuckle. He felt a sudden squeeze as she flexed her pussy around it. “Wow... She is so tight baby.”

“Uhhh... I thought so...” she groaned. He looked back to the fucking on the TV, attracted by the porno’s audio. Aria had crept the volume up a little. The small blonde woman was on her back, folded over on herself as the black cock pistoned in and out of her, dragging her pale lips with his thick black shaft.

Richard’s inserted finger gently thrusted in time with the merciless penetrations in the video, unintentionally going deeper and deeper. Willow’s building moans brought his attention back, realizing at the last second that she was close again and pulled his finger out. He glanced at Aria, who seemed to be focused on the TV, continuing to edge herself, despite wanting badly to cum.

Richard stroked himself while he let Willow cool off from her second near-orgasm. He touched her breast, then bent to suck on her dark nipples. He massaged them and sucked harder, loving the way her tits jiggled when the nipples snapped from his lips. He peered at the screen as he licked and sucked, biding time before playing with her clit again, hoping to tease her for at least another hour, then make her get dressed without finishing.

The interracial sex was hard to look away from. That contrast of skin tones made the visuals of penetration so much more graphic. He could see in detail the way the pornstar’s pussy constantly changed shape to match the contours of the stabbing monster. The heavy black balls swung and slapped the woman’s puckering anus. Richard kept sucking and watching, enjoying the handjob that Willow was giving him.

He really hadn’t meant to let that happen, but he allowed it to continue, not sure if his wife even noticed it, and even if she did, he hastily decided that his wife giving someone a quick handjob wouldn’t be so bad.

Aria spoke up without looking away from the screen. “Willow, have you ever had a thick white cock stretch your tight pussy wide open before?” Aria had her breasts exposed and was fingering herself for all to see.

“No ma’am...” she replied breathily, admiring at the attractive cock in her hand.

“Want to know how deep inside of you it would go?”

“Uh-huh... please...”

Aria knew Richard’s weaknesses. Stroke his ego. A little dirty talk. Then beg.

“Show your little slut what she is missing.”

Richard didn’t need to be told twice. He got on the bed between her legs and dropped his sizable meat on her. Willow lifted herself to look at the white cock, long and beautiful, nearly reaching her belly button.

Richard was already incredibly hard, and her petite body made him feel absolutely huge. He liked the way it contrasted with her... What would it look like if he...

“Fucking impressive, huh?” Aria teased them both. “Could you even take something that deep?”

“I want to try, ma’am.” she moaned with beseeching hazel eyes. Aria nodded toward Richard. Willow got the message and turned to him. “Sir... I want feel your cock in me... Please stretch out my pussy.”