about it. It really thought about it. Really seriously consider the implications of what I was asking her to do. We'd only just been married this morning and here I was in the middle of the ocean after making a bet with her over guys being attracted to her that was motivated in no small part by this ridiculous fantasy, and now I'd confessed this ridiculous fantasy that could potentially destroy us.
Yet despite the fact that this fantasy could potentially destroy us all I could feel was a raging arousal. A burning desire. I couldn't explain it, but I was a slave to that burning desire. I couldn't help myself. I didn't know if I wanted to help myself. I was that turned on by just sitting here in the water with her subtly grinding her pussy against my cock talking about the idea of her getting with another man.
And that she was actually intrigued by the idea and not slapping me and demanding an annulment right away just made it that much more interesting.
How did I really feel about the idea of sharing her? Well, it made me feel lightheaded. It made me feel like I was on fire. It made me feel harder than I'd ever been before in my life. And more than anything it was filling me with an overwhelming desire to see it happen.
"I'd be open to the idea," I said.
She looked at me again, a long deep and searching look before she opened her mouth and spoke. "If you'd be open to it then I'd be open to it."
It was done. The die was cast. I'd thrown out my fantasy and it turns out she was into it. I don't know if I should feel relieved or terrified that she was into it, but it was too late to think about that now. I felt like we were barreling forward into something that could destroy us, but at the same time I was powerless to stop it from happening.
"So where do we go from here?"
"I think we just need to see how things play out," she said.
I grinned. That seemed like a good way to handle it. It didn't commit us to anything, there was a possibility we could go this entire vacation or for weeks, months, years without this actually happening. Something about the strength of this desire told me that I would go absolutely insane if I actually had to wait that long, but still. It was comforting to the more rational part of my brain to have that potential wait in place even as my cock and my id were screaming for satisfaction now.
"I think that sounds good," I said.
10: The Boat
Unfortunately for the terrified rational part of my brain but fortunately for my cock which was very curious about where this was going to go it wasn't long at all before we found ourselves in a situation to really test the bet and our new agreement.
It was only a few minutes later that we heard the sound of a motor. A boat pulled up close to shore and close to us and shut the engine off. The thing was a decent size, one of those speed boat types that looked like it had an area below decks as well as the stuff up top. What looked like a mirrored window running the length of the boat's stern just added to that impression of a hidden area down below. And just like I'd seen earlier a couple of guys, different from the ones I'd seen before, called out to people in the water.
"Hey ladies! Who wants to go for a boat ride?"
Lindsay looked at me and I saw a twinkle in her eye.
"So what do you think babe? Want to test out the bet with these guys?"
I paused and thought about that. It was abundantly clear what she meant by "testing the bet" and it had a whole new meaning now that we'd had our conversation about my fantasy. Still despite being on the edge of maybe fulfilling that fantasy I hesitated. Hanging out on the beach together was one thing, but hopping onto a strange boat with a couple of guys was another thing entirely. I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. There were horror movies that started like that.
I looked over to the boat and tried to get a good look at the guys who were calling out to the crowd and using the boat to try and pull in some