11 comments/ 124047 views/ 26 favorites Angie and the Coach By: BlackDixson Feedback welcomed and answered. * It was 10:30 when I finished the line up for the three games we were scheduled to play the next day. It was sometimes difficult to get all the players in the game, in a situation that would not hurt the team and would allow them their best chance to have success. Winning was more important to the parents of the girls AAU traveling team that I coached than it was to the players or myself. There would always be another tournament the next weekend for the entire summer, plenty of time to win some and lose some. It made me old fashioned but I really did believe that it was about having fun for the players. Hell if it was not fun, I damn sure would not have been coaching them. Except for the moms! Hell yes, those sexy, ignored by their husbands, bored, neglected, been married too long white moms! It was not the reason I coached but it damn sure was a nice benefit. During the school year, I teach American and World history at a high school just outside of Atlanta. It is a pretty exclusive suburb with the houses starting in the range of 250,000 and up. The high school is 85 percent white, 12 black and 3 percent other. During the fall I am an assistant coach on the football team, working with the d backs and linebackers. In the spring I coach the girl softball team. The first year that I was there, it was okay with all the parents that I did football but in the spring I heard a little bit of bitching was going on about a 31 year old, single black man coaching an all white girls team. Hell I expected it and did not pay any attention to it. Yeah, I knew I was hired to add "diversity" to the staff but I was not going to fuck up and loose my job. To tell the truth, it might sound real damn strange, but I rarely looked at or saw the girls on the team as anything but players, part of a team. Every now and then, I would see one in my class or in the hall, dressed to get noticed and like any other guy at the school I would notice her, but young teenage girls are not my thing. It was after my second year, that one of the parents asked if I would be interested in coaching the AAU traveling team during the summer. There were two practices during the week and a tournament most weekends. Some were out of town but most were in the Atlanta area. Since I worked construction during the summer, roofing with my room mate from college, I was free on the weekends and the evenings. I made a deal with the parents, I would coach but they had to pick up my expenses when we traveled. That meant my hotel room and meals. They readily agreed. The first two tournaments were local. The third week we went to Columbia SC. At the suggestion of another of the coaches from school, I stayed at a different hotel than the rest of the team and players. It was a very good suggestion. It gave me some down time from the team and parents but more importantly, it shielded me from any suspicions about my relationship with any of the girls on the team. The first practice back, after the trip to Columbia, I was getting another batting tee out of my truck in the parking almost dark parking lot when I looked over and saw Mrs. Walker slipping out of Mr. Hanover's BMW. She was pulling her skirt and blouse back into place. Her hair was a mess and looking over at him, judging by the smirk on his face, she must have given on hell of a blow job. When I was telling the story to my other coaching friend, he just laughed before explaining that there was more bed hopping going on by the parents on these traveling teams than a day time soap opera. Damn, I was shocked! The parents were slipping around with each other while their daughters were staying at the same hotel. From then on I kept my eyes open. After two more trips it was obvious which parents were there for the girls and which were there for their own fun. There were some fine looking moms and I knew eventually I would get the opportunity I wanted. It was the tournament in Myrtle Beach SC where it all started for me. It was a very big tournament and due to the fact it was the busy season at the coast hotel rooms were at a premium and I had to stay at the same hotel at the team to get a discounted rate. The cheap bastard, that was the team banker, would not pay for a room at another hotel, so I stayed with the team and parents. The tournament was Friday night, all day Saturday and then Sunday morning. We won both games on Friday night and would be playing at 10:00 the next morning in the winner bracket. Like I said it was after 10:30 at night when I finished the line ups and went down to take a walk along the beach. As I came out of the back side of the lobby, headed towards the beach, I saw one of the team moms, Angie May standing out were the hotel property ended and the beach started. Her back was to me but I knew it was her. She had undeniable the finest ass and v that I had ever seen for a married white lady. It was round, high and taut but what really got me going was the space between her thighs. When she would wear shorts to a practice or game, I always helped myself to a few looks between her sexy thighs. When you stood directly behind her, you could see the split between her legs all the way up to that had to be a very tight married pussy. She was wearing a light yellow sun dress. It came down to her knees and had two inch wide straps over her tanned shoulders. Her hands were at her sides and as I got closer I could she that she was holding a cell phone in her left hand and a plastic cup with a drink, from the bar in her right. She raised the cup, up to her lips and took a long sip of before letting her hand move back down to her side. Not wanting to scare her by coming up behind her, I shuffled my feet on the loose sand, making a squeaking noise with my Nikes Angie turned at the sound and looked back over her shoulder to see me smiling at her and moving closer. "Hey Mrs. May. Did you come out to enjoy the cool breeze and the pretty moon?" I asked. "Hello Coach Austin," she managed to say after a long sniffle. Moving the last two or three steps towards her, even in the dim light I could see that she had been or still was crying. "Are you okay, Mrs. Miller?" She stood silently for a short time and then answered, "Yes, I am fine." Turning more so that I faced her, I asked, "Does standing on a beautiful beach with a quarter moon shinning down always make you cry?" She looked down at her feet and then back up to my dark face and lifted the cup to her lips again and finished off the drink before saying, "No! Hell no standing on a beach does not make me cry! What makes me cry is my sorry ass husband fucking that slut Tonya Thomas. That is what makes me cry." Tonya Thomas was another player's mom. She was not that pretty! Shit, Angie was a hell of a lot better looking than her but Tonya was one of the moms that I had heard rumors about. Not knowing what to say to that I nodded down to her empty cup before saying, "Looks like you could use another drink." "What I could use is a divorce but since they do not serve those at the bar, so yes I could use another drink. " Damn this was an opportunity I did not want to pass up. Beautiful very lady, pissed at her husband, looking a little drunk, standing alone late night on a perfect beach with the moon shinning down, the sounds of the waves in the back ground, I had to go for it. It was time to take control and make my move to get my black cock in this sexy lady. What are you drinking" I asked. "Strawberry margarita," she answered. "Wait here, I will be back in a minute." She had moved out farther away from the hotel, out on to the beach when I got back the margarita that I had the bartender put an extra shot in. In my other hand, I had a Bud Lite. She was looking back towards the hotel, watching me as I walked up. Calling her by her first name I handed her the drink and joked by saying, "You were right, they did not have any divorces at the bar but they did have another strawberry margarita for you Angie." She reached out with her small white hand and took the drink that I was holding out in my big dark hand. My fingers lingered on hers as he took the white plastic cup and her questioning eyes looked up at mine for a moment. "Come on Angie, let's take a walk down the beach while we enjoy our drinks. It is too nice of a night to just stand here in front of the hotel. " We walked down to the edge of the water and then down along the beach for a time until she said, "Thanks for the drink and thanks for all the good work you are doing with the girls. They are having a lot more fun this year, than last." "Sure. They are a good bunch of girls. It has been fun." I answered her. We walked for a time. Angie talked about the team, her daughter, how the season was going and I listened, while waiting for an opportunity to turn the conversation to what I had on my mind, getting my hands on this sexy lady. When we reached the lighted pier we were a half mile or more away from the hotel, her cup was empty and so was my bottle. The pier was not only for fishing but had a small two story restaurant on it with a bar and live band playing. Holding up my bottle I said, "I need another one and your cup is empty too." Without asking for her opinion or permission, I reached down and took her hand, tugging her along in the loose sand after me to the entrance of the pier. Angie pulled at my hand for just a moment when I took hers but then her fingers circled around mine and we walked combination bar and restaurant. We moved to the bar and with my hand on the small of her back, I ordered us another round. With her watching I did not take the opportunity make hers a double but judging by the look in her eyes, she did not need another double or I would be carrying her back to the hotel. "The band sounds good, let's stay and listen for a while before going back," I told her as I guided her across the bar to a table that overlooked the ocean. She sat down with the ocean to her left and facing the band. Taking the other empty chair in my hand, I pulled it around the table and placed it right next to her. Angie looked at me but did not speak. As the first song finished, I said, "They are good. " Angie spoke for the first time since we left the beach, agreeing with me by saying, "Yes they are." I took a long pull on my beer, set the bottle down, reached over took her hand again, stood up and said, "Time for a dance Angie and do not tell me you do not dance. You must because your daughter missed the last tournament to be in a recital. I know you dance as well. " "No, please I do not really feel like dancing and I do not have a place to put my phone." She answered. Still standing, leaning over a bit, my hand still holding hers, I took the phone from the table and slipped it into my pocket before saying "When the coach tells you to do something Angie, you just got to trust him and do it." Her eyes met mine and she slowly stood up. My strong fingers held her hand tightly as I lead her to the small dance floor. Holding her right hand with my left, we moved to the music along with a crowd of others. She kept her head down, looking at our feet, our legs for the most part and when she did raise it, she looked around the bar at everything but me. About half way through the song, I cupped her chin with my left hand, lifted it and turned it towards me. "That's better, much better." I told her. She looked at me and I said, "I am trying to cheer you up, you are supposed to be having fun." A smile slowly came to her face and she answered, "Okay." The next dance was a fast one as well and Angie loosened up some, moving with the beat from the band. The one after that was slow song and before the band played it, the lead singer said,"This is for all you lovers out there and soon to be lovers." Angie looked towards me and then made a move back towards the table but I pulled her back to face me before telling her, "Coach says not yet Angie." Holding her right hand with my left, I placed my right hand on her hip. She shyly rested her left hand on my lowered arm. We moved in a small circle with me leading, controlling her by the feel of my hand on her hip. Gradually I worked her closer to me as we moved, until her breasts were brushing against my broad chest in my black polo shirt. She felt what I was doing and raised her eyes up to mine. With a smile on my face, I mouthed the words, "Nice, very nice," and pulled her right hand up to the back of my neck. My cock was swelling in my tan shorts as I held this sexy lady against me. As we turned I saw our reflection in the glass window. The feel of her and the sight of her 5' 3" 135 body pressing to my 6' 1" 190 body had my pulse racing. I held still and admired the sight of her sexy ass reflected in the window behind her. Damn I wanted her and after holding her in my arms like this, had to have her. Moving my hips, I pressed my bulge against her. Her eyes grew wide and I saw a look of surprise on her face, she pulled back just a little from me but I again pulled her close. "Listen to the coach Angie, that is all you have to do," I told her as her tits were again pressed to me. After that she lowered her eyes and laid her head against my chest. Damn I wanted to fuck her right there on the dance floor but I played it cool. We moved together, with me pressing my thick cock to her and pinning her fine body to me until the song ended. When the slow song ended the band took a break. As the crowd left the dance floor, I held her hand and we made our way over to our table, where our drinks were waiting for us. I noticed her face looked hot and there were drops of sweat along her forehead. Reaching down I handed Angie her cup with her half melted margarita, "You look hot! Real hot, but I do not think that even this cold drink will change what I am talking about." She smiled at my compliment as she finished up the few swallows of the melted slush. Taking the empty cup from her hand, I set it down on the table next to my finished beer and again took her both her small hands in mine. "I would like to stay and have another dance with you but I do not think the band is coming back out and it is getting late." I told as we stood facing each other. "Yes it is," she answered. With that said, I dropped my right hand from her left and slipped my arm around her hips. Carefully, I walked her to the exit, helped her down the flight of steps and down to the beach. It was low tide and the lights from the hotels only reached half was down the beach towards the water. Walking very slowly with my long dark arm around her hips, I lead her down closer to the water, into the darkness without speaking. When we were several yards away from the water in the darkness, I felt her arm move up to around my waist. We took a few more steps and then I stopped, turned her to me and looked down at her pretty face. Our eyes locked and held each others as I lifted my hands up to her face. Cupping each of her tender cheeks in each one of my hands, I tilted her head back and lowered my mouth to hers. Her lips were trembling but when my hands tightened on her sweet cheeks, they parted for my probing tongue. My kiss was demanding, hungry for the taste of her. As I filled her mouth with my tongue I leaned into her, making her back arch, feeling her tits in the sun dress again pressing to my chest and my swelling cock lining up with her married cunt. Angie moaned into my mouth and my left hand dropped from her face down to her taut round ass. Squeezing it hard with my strong fingers had her body melting in my arms as she felt my desire for her. The desire that her husband had not shown her, the desire he had for Tonya must have been rushing through her mind as her arms circled around my neck. My right hand moved back into her hair. Twisting the soft hair around my fingers, I pulled her head to the side and explored her vulnerable neck with my lips and tongue, while working my hand up under the back of her dress. Angie was hugging me, holding on tightly to my dark body and giving me free access to all the she had to offer. My working hands squeezed and stroked her sexy body while I tasted the mix of her sweat and perfume on her skin. At times my hands were soft and tender, other times rougher and demanding as I took what this sexy married lady had for me. Her soft sexy moans and gentle sighs of desire when I hit a hot spot on her willing body had my black stick aching in my pants where I was grinding it against her. Damn I wanted to throw her down on the sand and fuck her right there on the beach but it was not time yet. My hands had run over her ass and the thin panty that she had on but I did not press my fingers up to her sex. She clung to me and I worked my hands all over her supple body until another couple walked by. Angie did not see them but I pulled back and stepped away from her. Her eyes opened wide and with a huge smile on my face, I put my arm around her hips. Before we started walking back towards our hotel, I turned to her and said, "To be continued." Angie looked at me and I could see that I was getting to her. That if the other couple had not walked up we would have gone farther. We walked slowly, just above the edge of the water line. My right arm was around holding her against me, her left arm up under it and her right hand rested on my hand on her hip. After a hundred yards or so I pulled my hand from her hip and back to her round high ass. She looked up at me with questioning eyes but did not speak or try and move rubbing hand away. "You have a very sexy ass Angie. I noticed it," I laughed and added, "I mean you, not just that sexy ass of yours, the very first practice. You had on a pair of white shorts that burned and image in my mind." Angie looked over and up at me. I held her eyes in the dim light from one of the tall hotels that lined the beach until she looked down and away, before softly asking, "Did you really?" Instead of just answering her with just a yes, I stopped, pulled my arm from around her hips and moved around behind her. Reaching around her with my long dark arms, I turned her towards the dark ocean and I cupped her breasts through the thin sun dress that she wore. Pulling her to me, her back up against my chest as I lowered my searching tongue to her ear, I pressed my cock to her ass. The tip of my tongue traced along her ear, like I had discovered she liked, I felt her shiver a bit in my arms. When I moved my mouth lower and whispered, "Hell yes I did," I could feel the goose bumps on her neck with my lips. This time she was all mine, unable to move with my strong arms wrapped around her. My tongue and lips feasted on her neck and bare shoulders until she turned her open mouth to me and we kissed as the lovers I knew we would soon be. Shyly she kept her hand down along my tensed legs, feeling my hard thigh muscles as I moved my hips back and forth. Her were fingers softly rubbing and touching just below the end of my long shorts and I knew what she wanted, what she need but my sexy Angie would have to be pushed. My cock jumped from semi hard after our short walk to bulging in my shorts, pressing to her fantastic ass as I visualized in my head it slipping up between those enticing thighs, deep into her married pussy. With my left arm stretched across her body, my left hand squeezing, her right breast, feeling the hard nipple through her bra and thin dress, I pushed my right hand up under the low hem of her sun dress, until my fingertips grazed against her smooth upper right thigh. Angie stiffened in my arms and I took my time. Making small easy, slow circles on her inner thigh I worked my hand up higher, her sun dress bunched up around my wrist and my fingers were just below her hot pussy. It was easy to feel her heat on my fingers and her moans confirmed what I already knew, she was hot and wet from the feel of my dark hands on her married white body but I wanted more from her and broke our kiss before saying. Angie and the Coach "Damn! You are so fucking sexy, so fucking hot. My cock is aching for you Angie." I told her and heard her mumble a soft answer that I could not understand. Her right hand moved from my thigh. She reached under her dress for my teasing hand and I felt her small fingers tug at my wrist. I squeezed her tit hard and said to her, "What's wrong baby? You want me to stop? Are you afraid that I am going to find out how fucking wet you are? I can already feel how hot your pussy is. Is that it baby? Are you afraid that when I know, how wet you are, how hot you are for my black cock that I will take you and do what we both want?" "Please coach, don't" she asked in a soft very unsure, pleading voice. The word coach told me all that I needed to know. She would not say it but we both knew that tonight she needed to be desired, to be taken, to be fucked hard and rough by a man that wanted her, hell that needed her. Taking my time and with only a slight pull of resistance from Angie's hand on my wrist, I moved my hand up higher and cupped her hot pussy in the soaked panty. Immediately I pressed my middle finger against her hot opening, pushing the wet material up in her and was rewarded by her fingers digging into my wrist but not pulling as she quivered in my arms. Rubbing her hot sex through her panty had Angie squirming in my arms, her hips rocking, and she pressed herself to my probing fingers. She turned her head, craning her neck up and back as she tried to find my lips with hers but I pulled my head back and licked along her ear with the tip of my tongue. At my refusal of her hungry mouth, she dropped her head down to her chin, her tight ass pressed back to me and her legs parted more for me, as her soft little hand dropped away from my wrist, conceding to my desire. If we had been in my hotel room, she would have been in perfect position to fuck with her ass shoved back up to me and her legs spread, presenting her married sex to me. Deliberately, I moved my hand up higher, feeling her puffy pussy lips through the material before lightly running my fingertips along her smooth, soft, yielding belly. Her belly sucked in quickly as she gasped at the light touches, tickling her belly. With her belly sucked in I pushed my hand down into her panty. Then with my mouth next to her ear, my hot breath hot on her skin, I told her,"I feel it Angie. I feel it baby, how wet you are, how hot your pussy is. You want it too baby, want what I do." Angie's chest swelled with a deep breath at my words and I continued, "Want to fuck you deep and hard Angie. Want to feel your pussy juices making my black cock slick as you take it deep. You need it baby, need to be fucked hard and filled with my black cock tonight. I know it baby." She whimpered a soft "yessss," at my words and moved her hand back and around to reach for my bulging cock pressing against my pants to her ass. Immediately, I dropped my hand from her tit and pulled her hand our from between us, afraid that if she felt how big I was, how hard I was that it would scare her. No, I had to take it slow if I wanted to get deep in her. Smiling I pulled her hand away and pulled mine from her spread legs. Turning her to face me on the dark beach, I caressed her cheek and said, "Not yet baby, not here baby," before putting a short soft kiss on her lips. A look of worry filled her eyes as I lifted my mouth from hers and I knew what she was thinking, where then? We could not go to her room where her cheating husband was or take the chance to make it to my room without being seen. Palming her ass, like I owned it, I walked us at an angle up along the beach and towards our hotel, looking for the spot that I had seen earlier. It was between the two rows of tall sand dunes that were covered by sea oats. It was hidden from those walking along the wide beach at low tide, tucked back into the heavy loose sand where walking was difficult and away from the bright lights of the hotel. There was a seven foot tall, white, wooden life guard chair there that was used on the beach during the day and dragged up there out of the way at five o'clock when the guards left and I was going to fuck Angie there, take her hot pussy and fill it with my thick black cock. With my hand on her ass, I lead her through the thick sand and over to the chair. Facing her I again cupped her white face in my hands and kissed her long and deep. Our tongues danced together as we had earlier in the night. Each one of us anticipating so well the move, the need of the other. As we kissed, I ran my hands over her bare shoulders and back. Angie responded with soft moans into my mouth but kept her hands pressed to my chest, not reaching for my straining sex muscle. After several minutes, I broke our keep kiss and took her hands in mine. Turning her around, I placed her hands up on the second wood support of the life guard stand. It was just above her head. "Keep them there," I told her. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder back at me but did not move her hands. Leaning into her soft body from behind, I tugged her light, short, sundress up over her hips and whispered in her ear, "It is what we both want Angie." Kissing her neck, ear, and throat again, her dress held up by my body pressed to her, I worked her panty to side. Pushing my hand under it, I roughly pulled and jerked at it, causing Angie to moan and her body to shake with each pull, knowing that I was going to take her when I was through. The thin strap was stretched and it dangled loosely over her smooth ass cheek when I reached down to undo my shorts and release my painfully hard, throbbing cock. "It is time Angie, time for us to get what we both want and need." I told her. And then testing her, seeing how she would react ordered, "Listen to your coach baby, and spread those legs for me." She whimpered her response and looking down I saw her kick her sandals off in the loose sand and spread her feet wider as she pushed her fine ass back to me again. Holding my pulsing shaft in my right hand, I reached around her with my left and spread her sensitive swollen pussy lips. Leaning into her back, I rubbed the fat head along her those lips, feeling the wetness coat my dark skin, the heat from her sex already beginning to make my precum leak from the tip. Her hips gyrated on the head of my cock sliding along her slit between her tensed thighs and she was breathing in deep breaths followed by her little whimpers of pleasure. She was wet but tight and I knew I would have to take it slow to work my full eight fat inches up in her. Pressing my hand into her belly, I held her tightly and still as I lined up with her opening. Very easy and gently, I pushed the thick head up in her and felt her body stiffen and heard her groan as she stretched around it. My chest was pressed to her back, my mouth next to her ear, her hands gripping the wooden plank, as I whispered in her ear, "Good Angie, that's good baby. Listen to me baby, tonight I am going to teach you how to take my big black cock." "mmm...Yes....Yes....please teach me coach, I want you too," was her answer to me. I rocked my hips forward a little more as I held her still, working just a bit deeper, feeling her wet juice slicken my cock, slowly stretching her wider, getting her used to my feel, knowing that before long I would pushing deeper into her, making her take more cock than she had ever before. With my cock head inside her tight wet pussy, I pulled my hand from her soft belly, pushed it again inside her loose panty and pressed my middle finger to her stiff clit and was rewarded by feeling her legs spread more. Giving her more each time, rubbing her wet leaking slit and then her stiff clit with my middle fingers slick from her wetness, I praised her, "That's is baby, Take some more, take more of my cock Angie, Take more of it baby. " Her hips rocked as she moved on me now, working to feel me slipping deeper up in her, "Damn your good baby, your pussy is so wet and hot. " "That is right, Angie, hell yes, you learn fast baby! Take my cock baby, take it all baby, ride my black dick." "Feel it baby, feel it deeper in you. I have wanted to fuck you like this all night, to take you from behind, see that sexy ass while I teach you to take all of me." Deeper in her now I pulled my hand from my shaft and with my fingers wet from her leaking pussy, I took her by the hair, turned her head back towards me and kissed her deeply, smothering her moans with my tongue. She sucked on my tongue and her body jerked hard. I was not all the way up in her yet and knew that when I did get all my shaft up in her and started ramming her, fucking her like I wanted to it would not be very pleasant for her. No, it would hurt and leave her sore until she got used to my size. She would be sore but feeling good, just like a hard practice would do. She was close and we did not have all night, kissing her hard, then rubbing her clit had her hips jerking and her moans changed to grunts as she rode me deeper. I needed to get her off, put her over the top before I pounded into her and filled her with my cum. Pulling my tongue from her sucking mouth, I traced along her ear again, knowing how much it turned her before telling her, "Do it baby. Do it Angie, cum for me. Show me baby what you can do. Cum on my hard cock baby." Her ass muscles twitched, then tightened and she dropped her head down as my finger burned over her stiff clit. Her fine body shook against mine and she wiggled her ass from side to side with my cock deep in her but did not move to take more. Her moans turned into short hard grunts combining with snorts of breath through her nose as she came hard for me and on me. "Fuck yes, Angie, Fuck yes, cum baby, cum like I told you, a sexy lady like you needs to be fucked hard, needs to have a big cock between her legs. I will teach you baby." I told her and then clamped down on her tender neck with my sharp teeth. Her body was quivering when I moved my hands up under the dress to her hips. Holding her still, with her back arched, her ass up high, her legs spread and the first six inches of my black stick up in her, I rammed my hips forward forcing more in her. Not letting her set the pace, I held her tightly, my hips moving back and forth until I buried all I had deep in her. Her breathing was fast. I licked the sweat from her neck, tasting the salt, raised my lips from her hot skin and told her, " Feel it Angie! Feel it all the way up in you." I could feel my cock head past her tight pussy walls, deep in her, rammed into her cervix as my full balls tightened. The cum rose up from my balls, ran down along my shaft buried deep in her and a stream of my hot cum spurted deep into her. My cock jerked again and again as I fucked her with short hard jabs. Holding on firmly to this sexy married mom I pumped her tight, married, neglected, pussy full of my cum. My balls were empty, my cock still but deep in her as I looked down at Angie pinned between me and the life guard chair. Her hands were still where I placed them, gripping the wooden plank. Her head was down, towards the ground as she caught her breath. I reached into my pocket and pulled out her cell phone I had been carrying for her since our first dance back at the pier. As I slowly pulled my cum covered cock from her well fucked pussy I took a couple of pictures with her phone. Angie jerked her head around at the sound, her hands came down from the board and when she jerked around the rest of my long dick pulled free from her dripping pussy with a wet sucking sound. "What are you doing?" she asked when she saw in the phone in my hand. "Please let me have that?" She asked in hoarse whisper as she turned to me, standing up straight, her sun dress falling back down. Smiling, I as I handed the phone to her, I said, "Of course I will Angie, these pics are to help you remember tonight." Her voice softened and her eyes looked down, for the first time seeing my bare, thick, black stick. She took it in her hand, as she answered, "Who says that I would forget this? Maybe the next time we can find a room." Leaning down I kissed her on the lips again and felt her hand drop from my cock. As she watched I pulled my shorts closed, with my still hard cock sticking up out past the closed waist, trapped against my flat belly, the cum covered head, hiding my belly button as I pulled my shirt out and down over it. Angie giggled a bit before saying, "I wish I had a picture of that." "Go ahead baby, I want you to remember it, think about it and want it again. I have a lot to teach you." That sweet, little innocent wife, that I had just fucked on the beach like a hot slut,with my cum leaking into her stretched panty,aimed her phone down at my cock as I held my shirt up and got the picture she wanted. Then she smiled and said, "I better go in first. You know how people will talk if they see us coming in together off the beach this late at night." "Yes, I know baby. I will see you at the park tomorrow. Good night sexy lady."