The Red Line

It all started on their honeymoon on the Gold Coast. Their hotel room was on the 27th floor with unimpeded sparkling blue ocean views as far as the eye could see. On the second night, returning to their room from a fabulous dinner and a romantic evening walk on the beach, Julie wanted to close the curtains, but Damien stopped her.

"Only Superman could see inside if he happens to fly by," he said. "Leave them open, Babe."

"So, you don't mind if he watches your wife sucking your cock?" She replied, giggling.

"Well, let's put on a show for him."

"You are bad... But, I love your way of thinking," and with that she kneeled before him, fishing his cock out.

After a while, Damien looked towards the window, and as it became darker outside, the floor-to-ceiling glass became a mirror. Watching the reflection of his wife kneeling before him and sucking his cock left him with an out-of-body experience he had never felt before. Eventually, they moved to the bed, and he pinned her down onto the crispy white sheets as he entered her. Feeling her legs wrapped around his torso, he glanced towards the window, and seeing her legs draped around him, her sparkling heels locked above his back triggered something in him that he could not explain. His excitement increased exponentially, and he felt an urge to ejaculate. His body tensed, and his cock began to flex rhythmically as his spunk travelled through his phallus, filling her vagina with his fertile cream.

He was apologetic, kept quiet about what had happened, but made up for his early ejaculation by giving her several orgasms. It took him two more nights before he realised it had not been just a one-off incident, and he loved to see his wife's legs wrapped around him. He had always loved the sensation of her shapely legs around him, especially when she wore nylons, but seeing them was on another level.

He told her about it, expecting a rebuff, but instead, she was understanding and told him she would see what she could do. During the rest of their stay, Julie made sure she had her arms and legs wrapped around him at every opportunity and that he could see their reflections.

On their return home, it all came to a sudden stop. They could not leave the curtains open to use the windows as mirrors, nor the mirrors in the bathrooms. They thought of installing mirrors in the bedroom, but that idea was quickly discarded, and instead, they bought a standalone one that served their purpose.

As months and years passed, the desire to watch his wife wrapped around his torso warped into a fantasy of seeing her wrap her fabulous legs around another man. It was a dangerous idea that he did not even dare to share with her.

They were out clubbing one day when a young man asked Julie for a dance while Damien was at the bar getting them another round of drinks. She told him she was married and on a date with her husband. He replied he wasn't going to try to snatch her from her husband, just wanted to dance with her, and in that case, he would ask hubby if he was okay with it.

Damian, returning to the table, asked Julie who her friend was. She introduced them to each other, then Matt asked if he could steal his wife for a couple of dances. Damian looked at Julie and told her if she wanted to dance with Matt, he was okay with it.

She offered her hand to Matt, and they walked to the dance floor. She stopped in view of her husband, and they began to move to the rhythm of the fast music. She looked sexy in her little sequin blue dress with matching pumps, and her moves were smooth and sensuous. In Damien's eyes, she was the sexiest, the most beautiful woman on the planet, and watching her, he felt overwhelmed by his love for her. As the next song began to fill the room, initially they danced in a way no husband could object to, but then, a naughty thought crossed her mind. 'What if...', and with that she draped her arms around Matt's neck, surprising him, but not minding it. At one point they stopped moving to the slow rhythm, and she raised her left leg, wrapping it tightly around his thighs.

"I am only doing this for my husband, don't get any ideas," she murmured, her breath lightly touching his ear.

"Oh, does hubby like to watch his wife?"

"I don't know... I have never done anything like this."

Matt couldn't help it, and his cock responded. The feeling of her hot breath on his ear, her strong, shapely leg tightly wrapped around his thighs, and her curvaceous body firmly mashed against his was too much for him. If she wasn't married, he would kiss her right then and there, but she was. 'Should it stop me? Should that stop me she was doing it for hubby? Was she really? What was their game?' He pondered. He did not know the answer to any of that, so he decided to play it cool.

"So, are you trying to tease your hubby, find your boundaries?"

"No... Maybe... I don't know."

"Well, I will be a gentleman and won't do anything that you don't ask me until you ask me."

"Thank you, Matt," she said, and in full view of Damian, she kissed his cheek.

"Look me up if you need further assistance to tease your hubby in the future. I come here regularly," he whispered into her ear.

Then, without thinking, he kissed the crook of her neck despite his promise. She bit her lower lip, did not reply, did not object, just melted in his embrace. Being in the arms of another man stirred up something between her legs that she did not expect. And the kiss, his warm lips on her skin, sent a paralysing shiver through her body, confusing her.

Meanwhile, Damian seeing his wife wrapping her arms and leg around another man caused him unexpected excitement, and as she tightened her leg around Matt, he felt a stir in his pants. Even the kiss on Matt's cheek did not dampen his excitement. She lowered her leg after a short while, and they danced the rest of the song, with her arms around Matt's neck while his hands on her back firmly holding her against his body in a manner most husbands would object to.

When the music wound down, she returned to their table with Matt in tow. He thanked both of them for the dance and walked away. Neither of them said anything about what had taken place on the dance floor until they were in their bed, Julie's legs on Damian's shoulders, while he folded her almost in half. He pumped her pussy that had been on fire since she wrapped her leg around Matt's thighs, and she felt his arousal. She did it to tease her husband without foreseeing the unexpected consequences.

"Did you like the show, Baby?" She whispered, looking up into Damien's eyes.

"Uhhh, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yes, I did. You looked salacious."

"That's better."

"I am not going to deny what you did turned me on."

"Let me wrap my legs around you."

Damian lowered her legs and lay on her, his head next to hers as she wrapped him up in her arms and legs.

"That's it. Fuck me hard but slow, fill me with your spunk."

"Oh, I will."

"Are you thinking about me being wrapped around Matt?"

"No."

"Think about it, Baby. Think about your wife being wrapped salaciously around another man," she murmured, feeling her orgasm approaching fast with every word she uttered.

"You were so damn sexy."

"Did I turn you on?"

"Yes... Fuck..., yes," Damian roared, feeling his spunk squirt rope after rope into his wife.

"That's it, fill your sexy wife," she whispered, feeling she was not far behind.

"Did the young man turn you on?" He blurted out as the last drop of his spunk left his cock.

"No... Yes... No... Oh fuck!"

"He did, didn't he?"

"Yes... Yes, he did. Fuck me!" she screamed.

Julie didn't want to think of Matt, not right then, not seconds away from her orgasm, but Damien asking about him steered her thoughts back to the dance floor, to the moment she had felt Matt's phallus pressed against her pussy, his warm lips on her skin. The sensation she had felt at that moment in Matt's arms suddenly resurfaced, just as her orgasm erupted between her legs and washed over her trembling body.

They lay in bed, basking in the afterglow of their intimacy, wrapped in each other's arms, not saying anything for a long time. They were both thinking of what had happened in the club and how it affected their intimacy, but neither knew how to broach the subject.

"Baby," she whispered. "I don't want to do anything that damages our marriage, and if you feel I went too far tonight, I am sorry. It will not happen again."

"You didn't damage anything, but I feel conflicted now the excitement of it wore off."

"I am sorry. Won't do it again."

"No! Don't be sorry. Don't feel bad about it either. You... We haven't done anything I cannot live with. What you did turned me on, watching you turned me on, but I don't want to push our boundaries until it is over the red line."

"I don't either. I will always remember that," she said and kissed him passionately.

Tangled up in each other's arms, slowly drifting, they both had the same thoughts, and the crucial question swirled around in their heads, "Where is our red line?"