Free Betting My Bride: A Hotwife Novel by Lexi Archer Page B

unattached ladies. I also noticed Lindsay was staring at them pretty intently which piqued my interest.
    There were two guys on the boat and both looked pretty muscular. Both looked to be about the same age as us, though when I saw their clothes I revised that estimate down by a couple of years. One of them wore a suit that had some sort of Greek letters on it which meant they were probably fraternity guys. I had no idea which letters they were or which frat they were from, but just knowing they were in a frat was enough to give me pause.
    I looked back to Lindsay and the rational side of my brain was screaming even as my cock twitched against her. I knew that look.
    "We said we wanted to go on a boat," Lindsay said. "This is a way to do it for free and maybe have a little fun!"
    "I don't know. You know what they use those boats for honey…"
    She arched an eyebrow. "Really? Please tell me what they use those boats for. I have no idea!"
    I decided she was being sarcastic, but I was going to go ahead and tell her anyways. Rational me was in control for the moment, though he was in very real danger of losing out to aroused me who was screaming to just go along with this newfound opportunity.
    "The kind of guys who try to get random girls to hop on their boat are the kind of guys who are trying to get random girls alone on those boats so they can get drunk and do what happens with guys and girls who are alone on a boat out in the middle of the ocean drunk. Do you really think that's appropriate?"
    Lindsay rolled her eyes. "I figured you'd be happy if that's what those guys are out for."
    I blinked. "What are you talking about?"
    "Well if those guys are really only interested in getting girls out in the ocean to fuck them and they invite us on their boat then that means you win your bet and we get to try out your fantasy!"
    I shook my head. This was going fast. Faster than I was comfortable with. Slower than my twitching cock wanted. I was a confusing jumble of emotions now that the moment was upon us and there was a very real chance some of my more forbidden fantasies could be fulfilled. Plus I didn't figure those dudes would want me along for the ride anyways and the last thing I wanted was Lindsay going off on the ocean all on her own with a couple of strangers. That was dangerous for her and it ruined the component of the fantasy where I really wanted to watch.
    "I'm not going to win my bet if it means you're going out on a boat all alone with those guys," I said. "There's not a chance in hell they're going to invite me along."
    Lindsay smiled. "So if they do invite you along that means they're not just interested in getting me alone to fuck me, right?"
    "Well…"
    To be perfectly honest I was distracted by her talking so candidly about other guys wanting to fuck her. It was a big change from just five minutes ago before we had that conversation. It was overwhelming my good senses. Good senses that were telling me this was too much too soon. That I needed to put my foot down and say no before this went any further. That we needed to find an opportunity to explore this nice and slow where there was no danger of someone getting hurt, as though it was really possible to explore this fantasy without that ever present danger.
    Only Lindsay took the decision out of my hands before I had a chance to tell her I didn't think this was a very good idea.
    "Come on honey," she said. "Let's go for a ride on a boat!"
    And then she was splashing off towards the boat. She was a stronger swimmer than me and she already had a head start so I knew she'd be talking to them before I could get over there. Damn it. And I had a pretty good idea of exactly what kind of "boat ride" those guys would like my wife to be taking with them!
    By the time I splashed over she was already talking with the guys.
    "Sure you can come!" One of them said. He had dark shaggy hair that was completely dry despite the fact that they were on a boat in the middle of the