It's Good to be Married to a Naughty Girl - Part 3

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Barry had claimed a hangover as the reason he and Marie were skipping the afternoon hike their friends had planned, but he wasn’t hung over. He would have enjoyed going on a hike, in fact. It was just that he was far more excited about the possibility – remote as it was – of Marie deciding that she wanted to try and spend a little time with Spencer again.

They hadn’t spoken of her first dalliance in the hot tub and it seemed entirely possible that Marie had no idea that Barry had watched. It seemed equally possible that she knew he’d spied on her though. Either way, Barry didn’t want to bring it up for fear of ruining the fun they were having. The fact that Marie was more than happy to skip the hike – even though she wasn’t remotely hung over – left Barry feeling excited as their morning rolled into afternoon.

Spencer really was hung over – he’d spent a fair amount of time at the local bar the night before in a failed attempt to convince the bartender to offer up a little bit of affection – and he hadn’t even gotten out of bed by the time everyone left for the hike. Barry couldn’t help but wonder – or hope, really – that Spencer remaining at the rental cabin was the reason Marie wanted to stay behind, too.

It was a little before noon by the time Spencer made his way downstairs and it looked as though a long night’s sleep had done wonders for him.

“You look better than I would have thought,” Marie said from her perch on a stool at the kitchen counter. “You do remember that we basically had to pull you out of an Uber last night, right?”

Spencer smiled like a man who felt no shame about how drunk he’d gotten. “To be honest, I barely remember that, but it’s probably for the best. I struck out last night. I struck out hard, in fact. I do remember the bartender’s boyfriend rolling in around closing time and threatening to beat my ass if I didn’t stop flirting with her, though. He was a big fella. I’m pretty sure I would have come home a lot worse if he’d actually decided to tune me up.”

Barry laughed and poured his friend a cup of coffee. He set it on the counter and Spencer sat next to Marie and took a sip.

“Well, I think we’d both agree that we’re happy you didn’t get your ass kicked,” Marie said.

Spencer raised his mug, smiled, and took another sip before saying, “Not as happy as I am. She never said she had a boyfriend, you know. Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she just asked him to come over and make sure the drunken idiot at her bar didn’t try anything stupid. I wasn’t being an asshole, though. I was just being too friendly. At least, I think so. I don’t remember all that well, to be honest.”

“I was going to make burgers for lunch,” Barry said. “You want one?”

“I’d love one,” Spencer replied.

Barry headed for the fridge and pulled out the ground beef to put together a trio of patties as Marie and Spencer talked.

“What was so special about this bartender?” Marie asked.

“She had this incredible snake tattoo running up her arm, like the snake was wrapped around her,” Spencer said.

Marie laughed. “It was her tattoo that did it for you?”

“No, no. It was the fact that she had a tattoo running up the entirety of her arm. Every single time I’ve slept with a girl with a massive tattoo, the sex has been incredible,” Spencer explained. “I can’t explain why, but it’s the truth.”

“How interesting,” Marie said. “And have you ever had incredible sex with a girl that doesn’t have a massive tattoo?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Spencer replied. “A tattoo is not a necessity, but it’s kind of a guarantee of great sex, at least in my experience.”

Barry finished forming the patties and stepped out onto the deck to fire up the grill. He wasn’t entirely sure, but he thought he detected just a hint of jealousy in Marie’s voice as she lobbed questions at Spencer. The notion gave Barry hope that he’d get to watch her fool around with their friend again.

“If you were to get a tattoo, where would you get it?” Spencer asked as Barry stepped into the cabin one more.

“Ooh, good question,” Marie replied. “I think I’d want it somewhere I could see. I’ve never really understood back tattoos because of that. If I could only ever see it while stretching to look over my shoulder in the mirror, what would be the point of it?”

“Your arm, then? Maybe your leg?” Spencer asked.

Barry grabbed the salt and pepper from a cabinet and turned to see a look of genuine concentration on his wife’s face, like she was giving the question serious thought.

“My thigh,” she said before a smile crossed her face. “If I was going to do a big tattoo, I’d definitely do it on my thigh.”

“Good choice,” Spencer replied. “Especially since the thigh is usually at least a little bit covered, so the tattoo would be kind of like a tease that would make a man want to see more. The logical follow up, then, is to ask what you’d get tattooed onto your leg.”

Barry leaned against the counter and watched his wife sip her coffee as she seemingly gave the question genuine thought. He liked the flirty conversation she and Spencer were having and he hoped she’d keep it going.

“Hmm, you know, I love Game of Thrones, so I could see getting a dragon tattoo running all the way up my thigh,” Marie said.

Spencer leaned back and looked down at Marie’s legs – she was wearing a fairly skimpy pair of shorts - as if he was trying to picture the tattoo. “Yeah, you’d look great with a dragon tattoo running up your thigh.”

“So, if you saw a girl with a tattoo like that on her thigh, would she be the sort of girl you’d hit on at the bar?” Marie asked.

Barry turned, grabbed the cutting board with the burger patties and headed back onto the deck. He wanted Spencer to feel free to answer that question in a real way, so he figured removing his presence from the kitchen might allow his friend to get a little flirtier with Marie.

“I would,” Barry heard Spencer say as he stepped onto the deck and shut the sliding glass door. He checked the grill temperature and set the burgers onto the grates. They sizzled in that pleasing way beef does when it hits a hot surface and he added salt and pepper and closed the lid.

Barry could have gone back inside, but he remained on the deck. He wasn’t sure what was happening inside, but he imagined Spencer continuing to admire Marie’s legs as they talked about her being the sort of girl he’d try and pick up in a bar. The thought put a smile on his face and his loins came alive in a rather spectacular manner.

Barry flipped the burgers and headed back into the house to grab the buns they’d rest on. He smiled as he saw Marie standing with one leg extended, presumably to model where the tattoo would go.

“Which leg would be better for the tattoo?” Marie asked as her attention turned to Barry.

“They’re both gorgeous, so I think either would work,” he replied

“Agreed,” Spencer said.

“That either would work, or that they’re both gorgeous?” Marie asked.

Spencer smiled. “Both things are true.”

Barry grabbed the buns and a plate and headed back onto the deck. He grabbed all three burgers, turned off the gas, and headed back inside to see Marie seated at the counter once more.

Barry plated the burgers, grabbed a bag of chips from the cabinet, and set out their lunches at the counter. Marie sat between him and Spencer and Barry noticed that she kept turning to their friend to engage in conversation. She even kept her body turned towards him. A stranger might have thought Spencer and Marie were the couple, but Barry had no issue with that. He liked that his wife was being so flirty with their friend.

“This was a damn good burger, Barry,” Spencer said after they’d finished.

“It was, baby,” Marie added before leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Is anyone in the mood for a post-lunch cocktail?”

“I am,” Spencer replied.

“I’ll pass,” Barry said.

“You sure?” Marie asked.

Barry nodded.

Marie turned to Spencer and said, “It’s just the two of us, then.” She slid off the stool, walked into the kitchen, and opened a cabinet to survey the alcohol options.

“How about we take those cocktails to the hot tub?” Spencer asked.

Barry’s heart leapt as his cock stirred in his pants. Marie pulled a bottle of whiskey from the shelf, set it on the counter, and looked over her shoulder at Spencer to say, “That sounds like fun. Would you like to join us, Barry? I can still make you a cocktail.”

“No,” he said. “You know I’m not crazy about hot tubs.”

Marie grabbed two glasses, filled them with ice, and whipped up a two quick whiskey cocktails for her and Spencer. She took a sip, smiled, and said, “These are perfect. Before we can enjoy them, though, I need to put on a swimsuit.”

“Me too,” Spencer replied.

They both went upstairs and Barry remained seated on the stool as he briefly wondered if he’d been utterly insane to convince Spencer to fool around with Marie. The idea was thrilling to him – in no small part because of the sex he and Marie would undoubtedly have afterwards – but he couldn’t help but think it might have been a colossal error in judgment, as it seemed that he might be putting his marriage at risk for the thrill of a great orgasm.

Marie came down the stairs in the same skimpy bikini she’d worn for her first dip in the hot tub with Spencer. Barry spun around on the stool and she stepped between his legs and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“What will you do while I’m in the hot tub with Spencer?” she asked.

“Oh, I think I’ll just go up to our room and read,” Barry said. “I almost never have time to just read a good book.”

“Yeah? And you’ll find that satisfying? Reading in the bedroom?” Marie asked.

Barry studied her eyes to see if she knew exactly what he’d be doing in their bedroom, but he just wasn’t sure, so he smiled and said, “I’m certain I’ll find it deeply satisfying.”

Marie offered a smile in return and leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the lips. Much to Barry’s delight, that kiss became something far lustier as Marie’s lips parted and her tongue gently slipped into his mouth.

“Barry, baby,” Marie whispered, “I want to be a naughty girl.”

That was the signal he needed. She was confessing her intentions with Spencer. She was letting Barry know that she knew he’d watched the first time she’d played with their friend in the hot tub. It was exactly what he wanted to hear.

He grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezed hard, and said, “You know what happens when you’re a naughty girl.”

Marie smiled and nodded. “I do. But I don’t know what happens when I’m a very naughty girl.”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” he said.

Marie opened her mouth to say something else, but Spencer came down the stairs and she stepped away from Barry, grabbed their cocktails off the counter, and winked at him. Spencer opened the sliding door, Marie stepped out ahead of him, and they disappeared onto the deck.

Barry rushed upstairs and into the bedroom. He took a deep breath and slowly approached the window. He peered out to see that Spencer and Marie were already in the hot tub and they were sitting close enough that their shoulders touched.

Marie lifted her glass and Spencer did the same. They seemed to share some sort of toast and each took a long sip of the cocktail Marie had whipped up.

After a few minutes of conversation, Marie turned to Spencer and ran her fingers over his well-defined bicep. Spencer smiled at her flirty touch and when Marie looked up at him, he leaned in and their lips met for a kiss that almost immediately blossomed into a deeply lusty exchange.

As their tongues danced, Marie set her drink aside and straddled Spencer. His hands moved up her back and untied her bikini top. Marie leaned back, smiled, and tossed the top aside, setting her breasts free. Spencer reached up and took her perfect globes of flesh into his hands and massaged them as Marie opened her mouth to let out what must have been a deep moan.

Spencer pulled Marie close and took one of her nipples in his mouth as she moved her hips under the water. Barry knew his wife was grinding into another man’s erect cock. She must have been, and the notion thrilled him to no end.

One of Marie’s hands moved under the water and Spencer released her nipple from the grasp of his eager lips, rolled his head towards the sky, and opened his mouth to moan just like Marie had done. The smile on her face indicated a deep level of joy at making their friend feel so good, and perhaps at his desire for her.

Marie slid off of Spencer’s lap and said something that prompted him to stand up and sit on the edge of the hot tub. She reached up to untie his swimsuit and pulled it down, freeing his stiff – and impressively large – cock and wrapping her fingers around it.

Barry played with himself as he watched his wife stroke another man’s cock. He marveled at how intoxicating he found the lust and hunger in Marie’s eyes. He wondered why something that would normally be so scandalous struck him as so intensely arousing.

Marie smiled at Spencer and then leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She gave head like a woman desperate to make a man feel good. Her mouth and hand moved in concert and based on the look on Spencer’s face, Marie had absolutely succeeded in making him feel good.

When Marie’s mouth popped off of Spencer’s cock she said something and Barry desperately wished he could be there to hear it. Did she just ask their friend if he liked her mouth? Did she ask him if he wanted to fuck her? Did she tell him that she loved sucking his cock? All if it struck Barry as thrilling.

Soon enough Spencer’s cock was back in Marie’s mouth, and she sucked with renewed vigor. Barry couldn’t know for sure, but it seemed like his wife desperately wanted their friend to cum in her mouth. When she reached up and started to play with his balls, Barry was certain of it. Marie wanted to get Spencer off with her mouth.

After a few minutes of consistent oral pleasure, Spencer put a hand on the back of Marie’s head and seemed to apply gentle pressure. She took him deeper into her mouth in response and just a few moments later he climaxed. Marie stopped sucking and Spencer rolled his head towards the sky, opened his mouth, and let out what must have been a deeply satisfied moan as he unloaded on Marie’s tongue.

When he’d finished, Marie pulled her lips from his cock, swallowed the cum he’d offered, and smiled. She grabbed her drink and floated to the other side of the hot tub as Spencer slipped into the water once more and drifted towards her.

Marie sipped her drink while Spencer sat next to her and let his hand drift under the water. A look of pleasure soon crossed her face, presumably because Spencer was playing with her pussy. Marie smiled and closed her eyes and her lips parted to let out a moan.

Barry suddenly felt a little jealous as he watched Spencer offer his wife sexual pleasure. His cock was still hard and he was still immensely aroused, but that little touch of jealousy had crept in and lodged itself in the back of his head. He knew he’d get a chance to play with Marie when she was finished, but he didn’t want to wait. He wanted that chance to start right now. He wanted her to leave the hot tub and come to him so he could have fun with his naughty girl.

Marie didn’t, though. She remained in the hot tub as Spencer played with her pussy, and when he said something she got up and sat on the edge just like he had. Spencer moved between her legs, pulled aside her skimpy bikini bottoms, and wet down on her.

As he did, Marie looked up at the window. She raised her glass, finished her drink, and then set it down, leaned back, and closed her eyes while Spencer ate her pussy. Jealousy coursed through Barry’s body and he considered rushing downstairs to take his wife from Spencer, but he resisted. That wasn’t part of the game they’d started. Barry had to wait, and then he could have fun with his naughty girl. He could have all the fun he wanted. He could let loose and truly unleash the previously hidden part of him he’d discovered when Marie had first kissed Spencer in the hot tub. That was worth waiting for.