Read A Week at the Beach: A Hotwife Romance for Free Online

leaving this table right now. I will not have you humiliate me any more!
    But I was fearless. The drink had made me one with the universe. I knew she would come around, she just needed things explained correctly. I took a deep breath. "Samantha, I've got a confession to make."
    I watched her lean back in her chair. It was a little hard to tell through the mist of red wine clouding my vision, whether she was interested or irritated. There was only one way to find out.
    "I don't want this to put you off, or to scare you," I began, turning my eyes towards my plate. Gathering my courage, I looked up at her again. "You know what we've been doing?" I asked, then, lowering my voice, added, "With the toy?"
    "Alright. That's enough."
    Why was she getting up?
    "Do you have to use the restroom?" I asked. I felt my wrist brush against something. She reached out to try and catch the glass I'd knocked. She missed it. It smashed noisily onto the dark tile floor sending glass and water spraying in all directions.
    She was probably right. I might have been a bit drunk.
    A waiter hovered over us.
    "Sorry..." I offered, trying to stand. I nearly fell out of my chair.
    "Please, sir. It's alright." He fended me off from trying to help.
    I felt Samantha grab my arm, heard her calling out our room number, then felt myself being dragged through the dining room. The tables and other guests were a blur. I felt the need to explain.
    "We're going for a cigarette. Please don't take away our plates!" I managed to shout.
    I glanced back, trying to see if he'd heard. It didn't matter. We were already out of the room, barrelling past the host at the front desk and heading for the stairs. Everything began to swirl inside my head.
    The memory of Bastian's large frame towering over my wife wouldn't leave my mind. It pressed me into one final effort. I yanked her into the hallway that led towards the bathrooms.
    "Andrew! Stop it! Let's go to the room!"
    "Samantha," I said, pressing close to her. She didn't resist, just shook her head and looked away. "I know this might take you by surprise but please don't let it scare you." I looked into her eyes. She didn't return the favour. "I want to see you with another man."
    She looked up. She looked so calm. That expression was the last thing I expected to see. She looked like I'd just told her I didn't want cream in my coffee any more in the mornings.
    Another woman rounded the corner into the hall where we were standing. She swayed past us, casting us a drunken smile before disappearing into the ladies room.
    "I want to see another man inside you. I want to see you take him. The way you take that black cock I bought."
    "Oh, is that all?" came her calm reply.
    Something gave me the impression that she wasn't exactly being sincere.
    "No, really, Samantha. I mean it..."
    "Alright, Andrew. If I agree to sleep with another man, will you come upstairs and go to bed?"
    Had she really said it? Or was it just some drunken hallucination?
    "Yes...yes of course..." I stammered, trying to discern from her expression if she'd really just said it.
    "Good. Follow me."
    I did as she asked. She led me by the hand and I stared at the roundness of her ass, hoping I'd get to see it naked before the evening was through. When we stepped inside the room, I kicked off my shoes. I watched her close the door, then followed her as she walked across the room.
    "I was hoping..." I said, trying to sound seductive.
    When she turned around, she was smiling. She was smiling! I'd done something right!
    "Were you now?" she purred, stepping towards me and running a finger down the front of my shirt. I could feel my head bobbing a bit, but obviously she didn't mind.
    "I was!"
    She pushed me gently with that same finger, sending me crashing onto the bed behind me.
    "You just wait right there, hot stuff. I'll be right out!"
    She winked.
    I was in. I was in!
    The room faded to black.

Chapter 6

    The sound of ocean waves sweeping up onto the beach drifted in