July 4th at The Sagamore - Part 4

Click here to read the previous parts of the story.

---

Our morning begins with sex. There's no kink to it, though. It's just slow, beautiful sex with Marie. First in missionary and then with her on top. We finish in that position and I watch in delight as she throws her head back while the orgasm rips through her body.

I let myself think of her climaxing in that manner with someone else inside her. I can't help it. It arouses me so intensely that I can't keep the thought from my head when I'm on the verge of a climax of my own.

We shower afterwards and have breakfast with my family. Plans are made for Claire and Marie to go into Bolton Landing to do a bit of shopping with my mother. Wes and I plan a round of golf. My dad's back is acting up so he plans on spending the day poolside.

After breakfast, we all go to our separate activities. Wes drives us to the golf course and I find myself thinking of Claire having cheated on him. Then I think of how Marie and I indulged in the fantastical notion of her hooking up with Wes. I feel a surge of arousal between my legs at the danger of it. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and push that arousal away.

"Claire told you, didn't she?" Wes asks after we hit our drives on the first tee.

I consider playing dumb, but it seems foolish. "She did. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

I glance his way. I expect to see pain or anger on his face, but instead he wears a contemplative look as he navigates the cart down the path. "I always thought I'd be one of those guys that would get furiously angry if his wife cheated on him. That I'd go after the guy or move into the spare bedroom or immediately file for divorce and blow up my marriage."

He pulls up to his ball, gets out, grabs a 3-iron, and uncorks an impressive shot that lands on the green. He's back in the cart and driving to my ball before I ask, "You weren't that kind of guy?"

Wes shakes his head. "No. It felt like a wakeup call. When she told me the first thing I felt was that I'd failed her, that I'd let something rotten infect our marriage."

I think of how Claire confessed that their sex life had gotten a great deal better after her affair. I see Wes's lips curl into a slight smile and I wonder if he's thinking about it. Then I think of Marie talking dirty about how she'd go down on Wes, how she'd make him feel good, and I once again feel a stirring of desire between my legs.

Wes pulls up to my ball and I get out and grab a club. My ball lands on the green and it appears as though it's a little closer to the hole than his.

"So, you guys are good?" I ask as we drive towards the green.

"We are. At least I think we are. There's no question there's still a trust issue and I'm a little worried that's not going to go away. I mean, I had no idea she was cheating on me. It was a genuine shock when she told me, so I can't quite shake the notion that I wouldn't know if she started doing it again, either."

It's a fair point and I'm not sure what to say in response to it, so I say nothing. We grab our putters and head to the green. We both par the hole and climb back into the cart. At the next hole the group ahead of us hasn't yet teed off so Wes stops far back from them and we wait.

"So, did you ever consider cheating on her?" I ask without thinking about it. The moment the question leaves my lips I know that my desire has propelled the words out of me, that I've let the fantasy Marie and I indulged in the night before push its way into my reality. I regret the question even before Wes has a chance to respond.

"Yes," he says.

My pulse quickens a little. An image of Marie's head bobbing up and down in Wes's lap pops into my mind. I shake my head to try and wash it away. He glances at me - no doubt wondering why I'm shaking my head - but says nothing.

"There was a woman at work. We'd done a bit of work flirting. The kind that's usually harmless. She must have sensed that not all was right with my marriage, though, because she really amped it up after Claire cheated on me. It got to the point where she propositioned me, saying that I could have her if I wanted her, that it could just be a casual thing." He takes a deep breath and looks at me. "Claire knows about all of this, by the way. I told her. I can't say that I understand why I'm telling you, but Claire knows."

I nod and he looks away. The group ahead of us is teeing off know. One of them hits a dribbler that rolls no more than fifty yards down the fairway. Wes tries his best to contain the laugh that wants so desperately to escape his lips.

"You turned her down?" I ask.

He nods. "I did. I was tempted, but mostly out of a desire to even the score. She cheated, so it felt right that I get to cheat. In the moment, though, it also felt like it would end our marriage. Maybe it wouldn't have, but if I'd gone home and told her I'd slept with someone else, I'm pretty sure that would have caused an irreparable rift."

We watch the last person tee off. He hits a monster drive. He smiles in exactly the manner you'd expect after striking the ball so well.

"Who knows, though?" Wes says. "Maybe sleeping with my coworker would have kicked off some kind of wild sexual experiment with Claire and me."

"What did she say when you told her?" I ask.

I see his lips curl into a smile. "Her response was physical."

He means they fucked or that she gave him a blowjob. Because Claire is my sister, though, Wes has chosen not to go into detail. I appreciate his choice. I can't help but wonder if Claire and I share more in common than I would have thought. I wonder if there was something about our parent's marriage that seems to have left us both with a certain open-mindedness when it comes to sexual activity in a relationship.

We pull up to the tee box, get out of the cart, and grab our drivers. Wes sticks a tee in the ground and sets his ball on top of it. The group in front of us isn't cleared off the fairway, though, so he leans gently against his club and looks at me.

"Did Marie tell you what we talked about last night?" he asks.

I study his face for a few seconds. I'm not sure what sort of answer he's looking for. "She mentioned that you told her about Claire's affair." I consider leaving it at that, but I feel compelled to add, "She also said there was a bit of flirting, of the harmless variety."

Wes smiles and looks down the fairway. It's clear, so he hits his drive. He swings with confidence. The ball rises into the air and travels straight, bouncing down the fairway and leaving him with a short approach shot.

I step up and put my ball on a tee.

"You don't mind?" he asks. "That there was some flirting?"

I rest the head of my driver on the grass. I look at the ball and down the fairway. I note that my pulse is racing. The conversation feels a little dangerous because it's tapping into a fantasy I know I shouldn't have. I indulged in that fantasy with Marie the night before, but I shouldn't have it. I just shouldn't. It's insanely destructive.

"No, I don't mind," I say before hitting my drive. It's nowhere near as good as his, but it's on the fairway.

We're on the green before either of us says another word.

"She said it was harmless?" he asks.

I know he's referring to the flirting. "Yes, that's what she said. Why? Would you disagree? Did it feel like there was more to it?"

He sinks his putt and retrieves his ball. I line up my putt. I miss and tap in for another par, but Wes has recorded a birdie.

"If I'm being honest," Wes says as we walk back to the cart, "it did feel like it was a little more than harmless, like maybe Marie is the kind of girl that has a great appreciation for a man's attention. Not that she had ill intentions, but that she's quite thrilled with her ability to enthrall a man with little more than her beauty and charm."

Those same words - delivered by someone else - could range from disgusting to threatening. In Wes's case, though, they seem to be nothing more than an accurate observation, as he's quite correct about Marie and there's a very good chance that she did elevate the flirting to something a bit more than harmless.

"She is beautiful, and sexy," I say, "and she does like the way that those qualities sometimes attract male attention."

"And how do you cope with that?" Wes asks as we step up to the next tee.

I wonder if he knows what kind of man I am. I wonder if he can tell that I got off the night before while thinking about my girlfriend fucking my brother-in-law while I watched.

"It works for me," I answer.

That's the last we talk about Marie. Our conversation moves on to more typical subjects. My work. His work. Life in general. Sports. New restaurants they've discovered.

I continue to think about it, though. It feels like a curse and a blessing. I like that I can experience such potent arousal thanks to nothing more than a fleeting, fantastical image of Marie seducing Wes, and yet it's the last thing I should be thinking about. I have no interest in upending my sister's marriage, after all, and yet I can't banish the notion of Wes and Marie fucking from my mind.

Claire and Marie are in the Sagamore's lobby when we return from our round. I'm a little behind Wes and I see him glance at my girlfriend before taking his wife in his arms for a kiss. Marie is looking at Wes when he glances at her, which fills me with a brief burst of lust as I wonder if he has deduced that my girlfriend is interested in him, that she would, in fact, fuck him if he wasn't married to my sister.

"Let's go for a walk," Marie says.

We wave goodbye to Wes and Claire and take a stroll around the hotel's grounds.

"How was shopping?" I ask.

"We ran into the masseur," she replies. "He was coming out of a coffee shop. It's his day off."

"Wait, the masseur that you gave head to?"

Marie nods. "The masseur whose beautiful cock I sucked, Derek. The masseur whose cum I swallowed while your sister was getting a massage in the next room over."

My hand moves to her waist and I pull her closer as we walk. I want to pick her up, lower her to the grass, and fuck her, but that can wait.

"I assume he recognized you?"

"He certainly did. His eyes went wide when he saw me. Then he smiled in that way a man does when he's having a lovely sexual memory as he looks at a woman. I'm convinced he was thinking about cumming in my mouth as he stood on the sidewalk and looked at me. I mean, he stared at my lips. He was probably thinking about looking down and seeing them wrapped around his beautiful dick, sucking hard to get the creamy reward I craved."

At first all I can think about is Marie giving head to the masseur. Then it occurs to me that she was out shopping with my mom and sister. "Do you think his reaction was noticeable?"

She stops and kisses me on the cheek. Her lips are soft and warm and a breeze comes off the lake. It blows up the back of her dress just a little and I move my hand to her ass to prevent her dress from fully flying up. She moans softly and I squeeze her ass because I can't help myself.

"Your sister noticed," she whispers. "Afterwards - when your mother had stepped away to go to the bathroom - she said that he must have developed a crush on me during the massage based on the way he was looking at me on the street."

"She was right, of course," I say.

Marie turns to face me and smiles before kissing my neck. "He has a lot more than a crush on me," she whispers. "He wants to fuck me, Derek. I could see it in his eyes."

"Of course he wants to fuck you. You sucked his cock like a goddess. Any man on the receiving end of one of your blowjobs wants to fuck you."

She presses her hips forwards and my erection becomes undeniable to her. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"I do."

"But you already fucked me this morning. Do you really want me again?"

I can see that my desire is delightful to her. Wes was very observant in noticing that Marie is quite fond of male attention. Luckily for me, she seems to enjoy my attention more than any other man.

"I want you all the time, Marie." I grab her ass and pull her even closer. "You know that."

"Yes, I do."

She wriggles free from my grasp and pulls her phone from her handbag. She glances at me and then looks down at the screen. It looks like she's typing out a message. Not long after, she hands me the phone.

She has, indeed, typed out a message. It's to the masseur. She hasn't sent it yet, but in the message she expresses her desire to be fucked by his magnificent cock and to do so while her boyfriend watches.

"Really?" I ask.

Marie nods. I take a moment and then reach up, tap her screen, and send the message.

She kisses me. I feel her phone vibrate. She steps back to read his reply.

"Our room or his place?" she asks.

"His place."

She texts him back. We head for Bolton Landing. Soon enough we're at his apartment. He lets us in. I shake his hand. He looks nervous, but Marie assures him that I'm into this kind of thing, that I came hard when she told me about how she sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, that I'm really looking forward to watching as he fucks her.

I assure him that it's all true. He still seems unsure, which is why she kisses him. It takes a few moments, but soon enough his strong hands are moving down her back and grabbing at her ass as their tongues entwine. I watch from a few feet away and feel my dick getting hard.

Marie steps back and caresses his cock. She reaches over to caress mine, too.

"Two men hard for me," she says. "How delightful." Then she looks at me and smiles. "Only one of you is fucking me tonight, though."

I get harder. I get so much harder. She can feel it. I know she can. She can probably see the intense desire in my eyes, too.

"Take my dress off, Derek."

Marie spins around and I unzip her dress and push it from her shoulders. It falls to the ground, revealing a pink lace bra and panty set that looks exquisite. She looks at the masseur - whose name is Blake - and says, "I need to be fucked and I need it to be your cock that makes me feel good. Take me to your bedroom."

He takes her hand. They walk towards his bedroom. I follow.

"I'd like to be fucked hard, Blake. Do you think you can accommodate that desire?" she asks.

"I can," he answers before picking her up.

Marie wraps her legs around him as they kiss. He holds her midair and I feel a touch of jealousy, mostly at the strength that allows him to lift her like she weighs nothing at all.

"I've wanted this since you walked into the room for my massage," she says. "I would have let you fuck me if I'd thought to bring a condom to my treatment. Your gorgeous cock felt so good in my mouth, but it's going to feel so much better in my pussy."

He sets her in the bed and strips. I can only see his back, but it's impressively muscled. His pants and underwear come off next and Marie spins around so her head at the edge of the bed. She grabs his cock and pulls it to her mouth. She takes him between her lips as I move closer to watch.

"Fuck," Blake says. "That fucking mouth."

He puts a hand on the back of her head. He begins to move his hips a little.

"Your girlfriend's amazing, man. Just fucking amazing."

She is. I know she is. She's the most amazing woman I've ever met and I intend on marrying her. For the moment, though, all I can do is watch as she uses her mouth to pleasure another man, as she fondles his balls, as she moans when he bends over to run his hand down her back and grab her perfect ass.

The blowjob is over as quickly as it begins. "Put on a condom," she says.

Blake rolls a condom down his cock. Marie spins around and spreads her legs. He crawls between them. I watch as they kiss while she guides his cock into her pussy. I listen as she moans while he fills her. I then fall to my knees, in part because my legs are suddenly so weak that I can't stand up and in part because I want a better view. I want to see his cock entering her. I want to see it pulling out. I want to experience the visceral pleasure of my girlfriend having sex with another man.

It's more beautiful than I thought possible. It's hard to explain how utterly intoxicating it is to witness the act of someone else's cock slide in and out of her. It's not just that, though. It's the moans of pleasure that go with it. It's the sounds of her wet pussy welcoming his fairly large cock. It's the way her legs wrap around him for a few thrusts and then spread apart once more. It's the way her toes curl and dig into the sheets. It's how pretty her toenails look. It's the way she runs her hands over his back and ass in a manner that seems borderline desperate, like her body has quickly come to find his cock a necessity instead of an erotic luxury.

It's not long before Marie has an orgasm with Blake's cock inside her. It's a long, loud orgasm. Her fingers dig into his ass. Her pussy pulses around his cock. Her toes curl. I stare from my knees and feel as though it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

After a minute of stillness, they decouple and Blake moves to his back. To my surprise, Marie straddles him in reverse cowgirl, which means she's looking right at me. She takes him inside her pussy. She moans as I stare at her face. She smiles as she begins to ride him.

"Kiss me," she says. "Kiss me as I ride his gorgeous cock."

It's the hottest thing she's ever said to me. I stand. I move into the bed. We kiss as she rides him. She moans into my mouth with another man's cock inside her. It's the hottest thing that's ever happened to me.

"Get a condom," she says. "I want you to jerk off into it. I want you to cum right when he cums."

I back out of the bed. I grab a condom. I pull out my cock and put on the rubber. Marie beckons me to her once more. We resume kissing. She strokes my dick. She rides him faster.

"His cock feels so fucking good inside me," she says. "Thank you for letting me fuck him. Thank you for sharing me with him. Derek. Thank you for being man enough to let someone else fuck your girlfriend while you watch."

Blake groans. I groan. Marie smiles.

"If I'm being honest, I love that he's going to cum while he's buried in my pussy and you're only going to get my hand tonight," she says. "It's so fucking hot to me."

I've never been more turned on. My girlfriend is riding another man's cock, jerking me off, and kissing me. She's moaning, too, and it's obvious she's going to cum. We're all going to cum together, in fact.

Blake cums first. He smacks Marie's ass and unloads. I cum second. It is, without question, the best orgasm I've ever had. Marie cums right after me and she continues to kiss me and stroke me. She's tending to two men and herself at the same time and I'm fairly certain that she's never been happier.

We kiss deeply after our orgasms. She climbs off of Blake's cock and lies with him for a short spell to kiss him and express her gratitude for the good sex.

She gets dressed. We leave. We walk back to the hotel. We see Claire and Wes walking hand-in-hand towards the pool. We consider joining them, but we're both exhausted and head to our room instead. There will be more time for fun tomorrow.