HIS FANTASY

25- ME AS WIFE

4:56 AM

Strolling hand in hand with Pete by the shore felt like a breath of fresh air, a sensation I had never experienced before. It was as if we were two souls newly bound in matrimony, cherishing every moment together. The sky above us was a vibrant shade of blue, but hints of orange began to peek through as the sun started its ascent, painting the horizon with a warm glow that mirrored the budding feelings in my heart.

As the sun begins to rise, we eagerly anticipate the start of a fresh day. This new dawn symbolizes not only a new beginning for us but also for the little one who will soon join our family. The promise of a bright future fills our hearts with hope and excitement as we embrace the possibilities that lie ahead.

"Babe, I want to ask you something," I said.

"Hmm, what is it?" He said it, but he didn't look at me. His gaze is busy looking around the wide area of the beach.

"Since we got married, I haven't met your parents again." I said

"I talked to them last night; they said that they are fine; don't think about it; we have more time for that," he replied.

"Ok," I said.

"It's so nice here, a cold breeze in the morning; it's so relaxing." Pete said

The sun had barely risen, casting a soft glow over the deserted beach. In the distance, a cluster of massive rocks caught our attention, and Pete suggested we make our way over to them to enjoy the solitude and fresh ocean air. As we settled down on the rocks, we gazed out at the rhythmic dance of the waves crashing against the shore, serenaded by the gentle melody of the cool breeze whispering in our ears.

"Next time, we will return here with our kids." Pete said.

I smile at him, as I am thinking of bearing my child in my womb.

"You're going to be a good father, babe," I said. He smiled at me. His smile is even more beautiful than a Filipino's smile. Soft and tender. That is my gay husband.

"Babe, I have an idea; what if..."

We came to a sudden halt as a woman's voice echoed behind us. Pete and I exchanged knowing glances, recognizing the unmistakable signs of alcohol consumption emanating from her. To our surprise, she was even carrying a bottle of tequila in her hand, adding an extra layer of intrigue to the situation.

"Tsan, tsa, da, daannnn...

Good morning, Siargao!

Good morning, Philippines!   Good morning. Hi!"

Abruptly, she came to a halt in her tracks, her gaze fixated on us as we lounged on the rugged rocks. Without hesitation, she made her way towards our direction, her expression unreadable yet filled with a sense of urgency.

"I guess you're a newlywed, right?" She asked

"Hmm, not so, but we are." Pete response.

"I am Shine; nice meeting you guys!" She said

"I am Sheila; this is Pete, my husband." I said. She didn't leave her stare at Pete. I don't think they know each other. But she said

"I met you before, but I am not sure when and where; never mind it." She took it back. But has she really met Pete before?

"Mind to hold this for me?" Shine made a request for it and handed me a bottle of tequila. I accepted it and placed it behind me. After that, she strolled away into the distance.

Out of the blue, she stripped down in front of us, leaving only a bikini swimsuit as the sole remnant of her previous outfit. Pete and I exchanged bewildered glances, both taken aback by the sudden turn of events. 

Following her actions, her garments were flung in our direction, ultimately landing on Pete's face. The symbolism behind this act is quite intriguing, as it raises questions about her intentions and motives. Was it a form of retaliation, a display of anger, or perhaps a cry for attention? The act of throwing her clothes at us seems deliberate and calculated, leaving us to ponder the underlying message she is trying to convey.

Pete's head shook in disbelief as he passed the clothes over to me, his expression betraying his confusion about the situation that had just unfolded. Without saying a word, we both turned our attention towards her as she made her way towards the water, seemingly oblivious to our presence.

"Do you know her?" I asked

"No, I don't." Pete said. I know my husband, and he didn't lie to me.

"Babe, can you do it?" 

"Do what?" I clarify

"That bikini outfit?" He said.

Embarrassment washed over me like a wave, my cheeks flushing with heat as I sensed Pete's silent challenge hanging in the air. The weight of his unspoken dare bore down on me, making me question my own abilities and self-worth in that moment.

"Of course, I can do it." I said it confidently.

Pete eased the tension in his back by gently stretching it out, feeling the satisfying release of tight muscles. With his arms comfortably propped up behind him, he shifted his gaze towards Shine, who was gracefully gliding through the water with effortless strokes. The serene scene before him brought a sense of calmness and tranquility to his mind, allowing him to fully appreciate the beauty of the moment.

Jealous? No, I felt the heat inside me. It's hot to see Pete like that. He looked at me, then gave me his silly wink. So, I stand and undress myself in front of him, like Shine did. Then I drank her tequila. I got two shots, and then I passed it to Pete. Of course! I waited for him to drink it too.

Pete put the empty bottle of tequila in the sand. Then I said

"Open it,"

My gaze fixated on the cotton shorts he had on, and I couldn't help but notice the zipper placed right in the center. It was a clever design choice, allowing him to effortlessly comply with my request. With a quick glance around, he checked for any onlookers, but to his relief, there was no one in sight at that moment.

"Are you sure?" he wants to confirm.

As soon as our eyes met, he acknowledged my presence with a subtle nod. Pete gracefully rose from his seat and extended his hand towards me, a gesture of warmth and friendship. In the backdrop, a massive rock stood tall, beckoning us to its serene embrace. Without hesitation, he settled himself on the sturdy surface, inviting me to join him. With effortless finesse, he effortlessly unzipped his jacket, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability. Overwhelmed by the moment, I humbly knelt before him, ready to embark on a journey of shared experiences and profound connection.

As soon as he unveiled himself, his impressive and rigid manhood stood proudly before me, seemingly eager to make its presence known. It crossed my mind that perhaps his arousal was a result of Shine's actions, igniting a fiery desire within him.

I bit my lip and glanced at Pete. His eyes were meant to beg me to do what I had to do. Then I started to gently rub his dick; it was so hot and hard, and those nerves are so aggressive.

Then I took a sip in slow motion. His dick slides with my tongue. Then my lips are now brushing the skin of his dick while I continue to push and pull in my mouth.

I enjoyed playing it. The tender smoothness is always there, even when it is hard.

"Shh... Ahh! Ahh!" Pete moaned.

I even tried to make a deep troat this time, but I gave up. Maybe next time. From root to top, push and pull, and waited for his pre-cum.

"Ahh! Ow. shit!"

My tongue continues sliding and licking like eating a lollipop.

"Ow, babe" Pete moaned

The overwhelming desire that consumes me is a constant reminder of our proximity to the vast expanse of the sea. In this moment, as our bodies intertwine, it is as if the ocean itself bears witness to our passionate connection. The rhythmic crashing of the waves echoes the intensity of our love, while the salty breeze caresses our skin, adding an ethereal touch to our intimate encounter. In this secluded spot by the shore, it is only the water that shares our secret, silently observing the depths of our desire.

Oh no. How about Shine?