I let it all come out.
"Ever since that thing in the changing room yesterday I've been getting turned on by the idea of other guys checking you out," I said.
There. It was out. I'd confessed my ridiculous fantasy to her. Now the only question was how badly was she going to take it? How bad was the blowup going to be? Was she going to go for an annulment right off the bat or would she try to make things work before she eventually divorced me?
I looked at her with trepidation. Wondering what I was going to see there. I figured she would be angry, pissed off, ready to leave me right there. Maybe slap me even. The last thing I expected was a casual interest on her face. A cocked eyebrow that said she was definitely more curious than pissed off about what I'd just told her.
"Can you run that by me again babe?"
And I noticed something as she asked that question. A subtle motion down under the water. A subtle motion where she was grinding her pussy against my cock. My cock which was rock hard after that confession despite how terrified I'd been in making the confession. And now that it was out I found my hard on raging.
I sighed. "I saw that guy Winston watching you yesterday in the changing room and it kind of turned me on."
"Yeah, I saw that too," she said. And the rubbing picked up a little more. I thought I felt a shiver running through her. A tiny shudder. "He was good looking for an older dude, and that did feel kind of naughty having him watching me like that…"
I blinked. She thought he was good looking for an older dude? Interesting. I was terrible at telling things like male attractiveness but I figured Lindsay was a pretty good judge of that sort of thing considering she was with me. Maybe there was more than just money to Winston landing a chick as hot as his trophy wife.
"It's not just that," I said. This was just pouring out of me now that I'd confessed. "There were guys checking you out on the plane and it had me so fucking turned on!"
Her eyes narrowed. "Is that why you were so turned on? Why you were trying to get me to join the mile high club?"
I grinned sheepishly. "Guilty as charged."
This time she did smack me, though it was on the chest and it was more a playful smack than anything else. The smile never left her face.
"You naughty boy! Naughtier than I ever could've imagined…"
"So you're not going to leave me?" I asked.
Her grinding was picking up in intensity. "Leave you? Now why would I do a silly thing like that? Especially after you just revealed such an interesting fantasy…"
Now it was my turn to look surprised. It was my turn to cock an eyebrow as I looked up at her, locked eyes with her and tried to figure out if she was joking or not.
"Interesting fantasy?" I asked.
She shrugged as she grinned. "You just said you got turned on by the idea of me fucking other guys! What girl wouldn't be at least a little intrigued by that?"
"So you'd be open to the idea?"
Shit! Why did I go and say a thing like that? It was one thing to have a fantasy like this strictly where it belonged in the realm of fantasy. It was another thing entirely to have the fantasy be something that could potentially become reality. Even though my cock was throbbing at the idea of the fantasy becoming reality at the same time my brain was screaming in shivering terror, saying that this was a horrible idea that could potentially explode our relationship, our marriage, just as it was getting started!
Lindsay tapped a finger against her lips. That was a sign she was actually considering something. And that she was actually considering this terrified me even as it turned me on. Then she smiled.
"Consider it? Maybe. Actually go through with it? Well that would depend."
The waves rocked around us moving us back and forth even as she continued grinding her pussy back and forth against my cock. My mouth felt dry. "On?"
"On how serious you were," she said. "We're kind of playing with fire here you know."
And so I thought