7 comments/ 141737 views/ 3 favorites Dunes By: Zorro69 With the weather being warm and sunny he walked into the garden. His wife was sitting on the patio chair reading a paperback novel. As he reached her he placed his hand on her shoulder. "How do you fancy taking a trip to the beach?" She lifted her head and lowered her sunglasses. There was a glint in her eye and smiling up at him she replied. "Of course, if it's okay with you?" He just nodded, she knew he would be as it was he who had suggested it but she always was keen to seek his confirmation. "I will need a while to get ready." She put the book down and kissed her husband. "I love you, don't you ever forget that." "I know. You are the sexiest wife any man could wish for." She went into the house. Climbing the stairs she unbuttoned her top and took it off, she deposited the top in her laundry basket. Stepping out of her shorts, they were dropped on top of the discarded shirt; she looked in the full-length mirror compiling a mental checklist of what she needed to do. Unclipping her bra she freed her firm breasts. Her husband loved her 36DD charms, which even in her 39th year showed little signs of sagging or dropping. Her fingers hooked into the waist of her briefs and dragged them down lifting each foot out. She placed the underwear with her other clothes and put the lid back on the basket. Naked she walked across the hall into the bathroom, where she turned the taps on full to rapidly fill the bath. She adjusted the temperature and poured the bubble bath in mixed and swirling it with her left hand. When the temperature was just right she climbed into the bath savouring the warm water together with the feel of the foam on her skin. She bathed cleaning all over her body then pulled the plug to release the water. Taking the showerhead from its cradle she turned the water on and rinsed the remaining soapy foam from the bath. Then she cleaned her brown hair. Getting out of the bath she dried her body with a large fluffy white towel, then when she was dry she wrapped her hair in the towel. Naked she sat on the lowered toilet seat and parted her legs. Shaking the can of shaving foam, she squeezed the nozzle allowing a ball of foam to rise up in her palm. Placing the can on the floor her free hand dipped into the white ball and scooped a generous dollop onto her fingers. Her hand then rubbed into her groin creating a rich lather all over her pubic mound and pussy. She heard her husband downstairs; he had obviously heard the water pouring from the drain, making him aware that her bath was over. Taking her razor she drew down over her groin leaving a narrow white strip of foam directly above her clit. Drawing the razor slowly and carefully up over her outer lips she shaved until she was sure she had removed all of the pubic hair on the puffy outer lips. Rinsing the left over shaving cream she then trimmed the narrow 'landing strip' as her husband called it with her small scissors. She stretched out a new towel on the floor and laid face down on it. Closing her eyes she relaxed before opening her legs wide apart. "Darling, I need your help now." She called, which was greeted by his footsteps hammering up the stairs. No words were spoken but she heard the unmistakable sound of the shaving can being shaken once more. She almost jumped as he squirted the cold cream onto her bare arse and his hand gently smeared the foam all over her firm round rear. She lay there enjoying the intimacy and total trust she placed with him as he applied the razor to her cheeks. He swept the razor smoothly and gently over curvy backside. His hands then spread her cheeks apart. Placing the blade between her fleshy cheeks he shaved her arse crack before finally removing the tiniest of hairs the area between her pussy and arse. He then allowed warm water to trickle down and rinse her perfectly smooth bottom. Finally she heard him applying baby oil onto his hands, which he then massaged into her arse cheeks. His fingers then spread the oil down her smooth cleft. She felt his breath against her ear, "Time to roll over." Silently she did keeping her eyes closed tightly, she felt her husband's hands start to rub the oil gently into her outer labia and onto her pubic mound. "Mmmmm you look good enough to eat." Opening her eyes she grinned at him saying, "I hope you are proved to be right." She sat herself up and kissed his lips, her hand fell to his groin where she found a rigid protrusion. "Looks like I have inspired you! What bikini would Sir like me to wear?" "As you know sweetheart I love your white number." "Your wish is my command, I'll be ready in five, okay?" "Sure." Entering the bedroom she pulled open the drawer containing her swimwear and was surprised to see the very bikini there at the top. Her husband had obviously mentally planned the forthcoming fun this afternoon and got his favourite 'white number' out ready for her. Quickly she put on her bikini before slipping a new t-shirt and pair of shorts on. Looking in her mirror she combed her hair before walking down the stairs. Opening the door her husband took her arm and led her to the car, holding the door open for her he patted her bum as she slipped past to the seat, she smiled as he handed her the bag he had prepared. As he walked round the car to the driver's door she looked into the bag before taking out the red lipstick he had chosen. He started the engine as she finished applying the gloss. The drive to the beach took minutes but the journey appeared to drag. Turning into the car park they both noted only a couple of cars were parked, this was not too surprising as the beach was quiet and those who knew about it would often walk to the dunes. "Are you as excited as me?" He asked, she nodded and they got out of the car. "Do you want to get down to your bikini now?" She didn't even answer as she was already disrobing to just her top and briefs. They walked hand in hand over the dunes onto the beach, "There, I think we have found the ideal spot." He said pointing but rather than to a vacant part of the beach he gestured to five foreign students who were playing football on the beach. "About twenty-five feet from them would be best don't you think darling?" "Oh yes I think your right." She answered playing their game. They pulled out their towels and spread them on the sand. She laid back feeling the hot sun on her body, she looked at the students and noted a couple of glances her way. Turning to her husband she ran a hand across his chest. "Would you mind undoing the my top honey?" With that she twisted so that she faced the students, her sunglasses would hide her eyes so she could watch them intently. She felt the ties on her back loosen and then fall free. Her hands raised up to cup her ample chest; she slowly lifted her top over her head while keeping her eyes fixed on the footballers. A couple were looking at her and one nudged his mate who turned and opened his mouth when he saw her naked breasts. "I think we have their attention." She whispered, as her husband's hands snaked round her and cupped her boobs. He nibbled her ear, nuzzling her neck, he mumbled "Shall we start to play?" "Mmmmm..yes please you lovely man." They started to kiss, deep intimate kisses, to the observer it would be obvious that this was not frisky playfulness. Her hand delved into his shorts and found its way around his hard shaft. She pumped her hand up and down on him while they kissed. While their tongues entwined she sensed him sigh as she gently wanked him inside his shorts. She broke from their embrace and lowered her head onto his lap, pulling his shorts down his erection sprang up almost in her face, she popped his bell end into her warm mouth. He looked down enjoying the sight of her recently glossed painted lips sliding up and down his erection. Over her shoulder he noted that the football had stopped and there was no disguising the fact that they were being watched. "That feels so good, I kinda feel selfish I should be offering you something. Want to get naked?" She released him from her mouth and keeping up the wanking movements nodded her agreement. Moving their bodies they moved so that she crouched over him, while her backside was facing the students. He heard the men talking but couldn't make out what they were saying as the language was foreign. Reaching up he pulled her white briefs down so that her bare-naked arse and pussy were clearly on display. He buried his mouth into her pussy and started to lick her out while she slurped away on his cock. The freshly shaved skin of her lips made her so very sensitive, he knew that she would have loved him to lick her while they were in the bathroom, but given the promise of the beach she had shown maximum restraint. Because of this he knew that she would not take very long to cum and he knew that when she climaxed with his cock in her mouth he would be unable to hold back. He could hear her moaning, as he licked up and down her long inner pussy lips, as the sound escaped from her mouth the vibrations of her lips were heaven to him. Sensing she was getting close he pushed a couple of fingers towards her pussy, as his finger touched her opening he felt the initial tensions, which he pushed against. The vaginal opening relaxed and yielded; his fingers entered her; she let out a cry as his fingers pistoned slowly in and out. "Mmmmm I'm going to cum." She said before ramming his dick into her mouth and furiously pulled on the head of his cock as her orgasm ripped through her. Her muscles pulsed tightly on his fingers. She lifted her mouth off of him; looking back she saw they were now being watched very openly. "Mind if I give them a show when you cum?" She asked he grinned knowing instantly what she was going to do. She got up and stood him up, then kneeling so she was in front of his bobbing erection she started to blow him by easing all the way forward then back. Their viewers were to her side, she lifted her hand and made a beckoning motion with her finger towards them while maintaining the oral she was giving her husband. He turned and grinned to the men who were now within five feet of them. The hand now cupped under his scrotum, his sack gave a giveaway movement, which she knew meant she was about to receive his semen. Pulling him from her mouth she jerked his cock and felt the first jet of hot liquid hit her lips then the second splashed across her tongue. The rest of his seed fell into her mouth and she finished by sucking the last of his cream into her mouth. Holding it in her mouth she turned and pushed her spunk-laden tongue out to show the men. Lifting it up they could she the white sperm slide down then she swallowed. The men all clapped and grinned. She noted the obvious effect that she had had on them as a couple nervously adjusted themselves aware she was looking at them. Her husband lifted her gently and kissed her deeply tasting the traces of his salty discharge in her mouth. Turning to the men he said, "Did you boys enjoy that? Don't be shy if you did I would love you to show her." The oldest looking man stepped forward "How could I do that?" She melted at the sexy accent. Looking up at her husband she felt total love for him even though she knew she was about to totally destroy her marriage vow to be faithful. This was not the first time and she hoped not the last but with his consent it did not feel wrong. Her husband responded, "You five can do anything you like to her except for one thing, she doe not like anything to be done to her anus, I will watch. Also she will want all of you at once to begin with then maybe more. If you want to play strip off now." The older man turned and spoke in his native dialect, they all grinned and stripped. Her husband, who then turned and gestured to her new lovers, laid her down. They approached her then almost at once she had five mouths on her body at once. One lad started to kiss her and his tongue snaked into her mouth and French kissed her passionately. Another mouth came from the side and licked her neck, she let her neck be kissed, then he gently nibbled her earlobe. Each nipple and breast had a mouth running all over then she felt a tongue licking up and down her inner thigh. She twisted her neck so she could kiss the other man; the other then treated her neck to some gentle nibbling. She knew that the older guy was eating her pussy because he was almost as good as her husband. However, as it was a stranger she found it dirtier, hornier and sexier. Looking up she saw her husband walking round her rubbing a growing erection while he looked down on the five young lads all pleasuring his wife. The two mouths on her tits started to nibble and bite on her nipples. The sensations that went through her hardening buds together with the oral attention on her clit made her start to cum once more. With the attention coming from all angles her pussy just seemed to pulse and pulse with the orgasm seeming to grow bigger and bigger until she could stand no more. "Darling, call them off I need a fucking. Let each of them have me and shower my tits with their spunk. Let me have them with the cocks getting progressively bigger and bigger." Her husband knew that she always wanted the larger cocks last so he got the lads to start sliding into her. The first lad was very young and he started to pump in and out of her as he got close he withdrew. Another lad took his place, while his mate knelt besides her wanking over her tits. The stream of cum sprayed over her tits, which wobbled in time with the fucking motions. He leant forward and kissed her, she felt the dick in her cunt pull out, her pussy then stretched as a bigger cock was thrust roughly up her now soaking pussy. Again she felt the hot sperm hit her chest but from the other side. Her face was pulled to the other side as the second man started to kiss her. When the third man handed over to the fourth he did not start wanking but dropped his meat onto her mouth, she needed no further hint and started to suck on him. The size of the man inside her pussy now was big and she had no idea what the last man had in store for her. This thought together with her spit roasting had her cumming yet again, she by now was feeling exhausted but then her pussy and mouth were emptied as both men wanked and came on a separate tit each. She looked down between her legs and saw the largest cock she had ever seen, he was at least ten and a half inches and his hand was struggling to surround his shaft. Her husband's mouth was next to her ear, "I think you are ready for this." "No, I can't sorry, he is far to ……" She never finished as she felt his head press against her pussy lips. Her fright had her tensing, he pushed hard, but her cunt would not let him in. Her husband pulled her face to one side and kissed her deeply. She was aware that the dick was still trying to get enter her, her really pushed hard, a little to hard. Suddenly her vagina yielded and he filled her, her eyes flew open as she screamed, "FUCK ME!" He then started to ram in and out. "Tell him to be gentle, tell him please. Darling I love you kiss me I'm cumming, kiss me." He leant forward and forcibly kissed her and squeezed her boobs. He could feel her convulse under him, she started to shake. It was all too much for her lover as her pussy nearly milked him, quickly he pulled out and his cum hit her bust. Her husband had a large dollop of cum on the back of his hand. He held his hand over her face allowing the cum to run down and drop into her mouth and the let her lick his hand clean. Her husband climbed between her legs and began fucking her furiously. While he was not as big as her last lover her pussy still clamped to him. She started to enjoy the fact she was now making love to him and it was emotional as well as the physicality of another animal style rough fuck. She pulled his shoulders down to pull his body flat against hers. Both of their bodies were both coated in the hot sticky semen as it was smoothed between them. She raked her hands and nails down his back as he thrust in and out. Again she started to cum which set him off as he fired his ejaculate deep into her womb. Lying in his arms she quivered and on the point of tears she said "Thank you darling, I love you so much." "I know, this means so much to me." They kissed and the lads all made their way from them leaving them in their loving embrace. Dunes It almost happened when Michael was seventeen, almost. Of course the four year gap in ages between him and Ellen was huge for them at that age. As a twenty one year old, she, of course, supplied the beer and pretty much ran the show. Michael had been careful with how much he drank, wanting to be sure he remembered everything. Ellen appeared drunk to him, so when he mentioned taking a walk along the beach he figured he had it made. As they started their walk he had to divert her from the swimming pool and then had to trip her as she started to run out toward the water once they made it onto the beach. When he finally got her walking with him, he led her up into the dunes where the light foliage offered several places where they could spread out and do it. It was spring break so while the weather was generally good, that evening there was a light breeze that made it a bit cool. Michael wore his jacket, which made an excellent blanket when they found a clearing circled by some scrubby trees and brush. He figured it was an excellent hiding place. Up until they slipped into the dunes, what he and Ellen had done was all very innocent, holding hands, him putting his arm around her waist as they walked and a light kiss or two on the cheek. Yeah, he placed his jacket on the ground thinking he was about to have sex for the first time and up to that point the two had not even really kissed. It almost happened, it would have happened had Michael not said, "Wow, I've lived seventeen years to come to this place with you." "Seventeen, I thought you were eighteen like your friends," Ellen replied, suddenly acting a lot less drunk. "Yeah, I meant eighteen," he said, trying to laugh it off. "No, I think you meant seventeen," she said standing up. "Okay, okay, but why do we have to stop? No one will know," no sooner than the words left his mouth and he was shielding his eyes from the bright light of a flashlight. "Evening folks," a young man in uniform said, "I'm Hank with the Beach Patrol. Sorry to disturb you, but I need to ask you to leave. You're not supposed to be up here in the dunes." "We just followed the path," Ellen replied, pulling her coat tight around herself. "Yeah, we have no trespassing signs out, but not all the paths have them yet. It's an ecological thing, people get up here with fires and blankets and stuff and it damages the plants. Then when a hurricane comes, the damaged plants can't withstand the storm and the dune loses its natural protection." "How many times do you say that in a day, Hank?" Ellen asked, obviously flirting with the Beach Patrol guy. "Quite a bit ma'am." "It's Ellen." "Okay, quite a bit Ellen. It's just part of the job." "And what time do you get off from your job, Hank?" At that point Michael just walked away. Back at the party he was too embarrassed to tell his friends he hadn't even gotten to first base, he just let them think he scored. He told them he dropped her off at her hotel room to sleep it off before he returned to the party. ________ Four years later Michael returned with his friends for Spring Break again, same beach, same hotel, and basically the same group of friends. Even though he had a girlfriend he was still, technically, a virgin. Yeah they messed around some, mostly masturbating each other, with an occasional jaunt into oral sex, but she was firm in the belief she wanted to save it until they were married. At the time Michael thought she was what he wanted, so he went along with it, besides, his girlfriend had gotten quite accomplished with her hands. The second night they were there, Michael's girlfriend, not much of one for wild parties, went back to her room early. Michael, not much of a partier himself, walked out past the pool and was about to head to the beach. Remembering his last trip out there, he headed over toward the dunes, but this time there was a no trespassing sign. He smiled, remembering what almost happened last time he was here. He was just starting to walk back out toward the water when he heard a woman's voice, "You don't want to try the dunes." Turning, he saw a female Beach Patrol officer and replied, "Yeah, no trespassing. I don't want to mess up the ecosystem, I guess. I thought I'd... wait a minute, Ellen? Is that you?" "Are you kidding me? Michael? It can't be, can it?" Holding his arms out wide, he shrugged his shoulders, "Well it's Spring Break and hey, my friends aren't very imaginative. We're checked into the same hotel as four years ago." "Four years? Has it been that long?" "Yeah, so what have you been doing?" "Well, you know that Beach Patrol guy who ran us off back then?" "Yeah?" he asked. She held up her hand and showed him her wedding band. "Yeah, we hooked up that night and a few after that. I turned up pregnant so we got married." "Damn, you mean if you and I had..." "I don't know. I thought I had it covered, but I wasn't real good a keeping up with pills and all." "So you have a kid," Michael said. "No, no, I had a miscarriage, kind of a bad scene. Hank and I kind of tailed off after that, just never got divorced." "So what are you doing now. I was just going for a walk, want to join me?" Michael asked. "Okay, but hey, let's go this way," she said, nodding up toward the path into the dunes. "But what about the no trespassing sign, the dunes..." "Fuck the dunes, I am so tired of that 'We got to protect the dunes.' We won't hurt anything, come on." Michael followed Ellen up into the dunes and after a short walk, she grabbed his hand and pulled him under the branches of a low tree into a small opening in the brush. They sat down in the sand facing each other. After a few minutes of silence she asked, "Do you recognize this place?" "Is this where we almost?" Ellen nodded. "Yeah, you thought I was drunk and I thought you were eighteen." "Well, you're not drunk and I'm twenty one." "Speak for yourself," she said, pulling a flask out of her pocket. "Want a taste?" she asked, unscrewing the cap and handing it toward him. He shook his head back and forth. Shrugging, she took a quick swig and then tucked it back into her jacket pocket. She then pulled off her jacket, spread it out on the sand and then leaned forward and kissed Michael firmly on the lips. Pulling away she leaned back onto her jacket and waited. Looking into her eyes Michael knew what she wanted. Suddenly, what had happened four years ago flashed before him and he suddenly felt the same butterflies in his stomach he felt when he was younger. Glancing down, he saw her unfasten her jeans, pull them down and kick them off her ankles. He moved forward, diving onto her jacket beside her. Leaning over to kiss her, he slid his hands into her panties. Moving his finger up and down, he worked it between her lips and then pushed his finger into her wet opening. He probed her with his finger then let it slid up between her lips to her clit, which he circled slowly. Feeling his finger dry out some, he slid it back down, dipped into her pussy and then slid back up to her clit, while she reached down and pulled off her panties. Michael unfastened his belt with his free hand and then pulled his hand from between her legs and pulled his pants down to his ankles. He awkwardly moved over between her legs and leaned forward, feeling her grab his cock and guide it into her pussy. She was wet, and not as tight as he expected, but since it had been a while since his girlfriend jacked him off, he knew it would be quick. He tried moving slowly, wanting to satisfy her, but with each push he felt the pleasure build until about the tenth thrust, when he simply let go. Plunging himself deep into her, he came, spurting his cum into her again and again. After he came he continued sliding his cock in and out of her, but as his erection subsided it finally just slid out. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Sorry, why?" "I couldn't hold out for you." "Don't worry about it, I enjoyed it," she replied, running her fingers through his hair. "Give me a few minutes, I think we can try it again." "Okay," she whispered. Suddenly they were bathed in a bright light and they heard, "Evening folks, I'm..." "Hank, you son of a bitch, you knew I was out here." "I knew you were patrolling, I didn't realize you were entertaining," Hank replied, shining the light in Michael's face. "We had an agreement." "Just because we have an agreement, doesn't mean I have to like it. Wait a minute, haven't I seen you before?" Hank asked Michael. "I don't think..." "Hey, isn't this that jailbait I caught you with a few years back?" "You didn't catch us doing anything back then and this time he's twenty one." "You aren't supposed to be here. We have no trespass..." "Shove the no trespassing signs up your ass Hank." "Suit yourself. When the hurricane comes and takes out these dunes you'll be to blame," he replied. "Yeah, me, myself and I, I'm sure Hank. Wait, Michael, where are you going?" Michael, who had pulled up and fastened his pants replied, "Yeah, I better be getting back to the party." "Yeah, okay, I understand Michael. How much longer are you here for?" "Couple of days." "Look, maybe we can get together for coffee or something later on." "Okay, I'm at the hotel, Room 312," he said, backing out under the tree branches. As he headed down the path he heard Ellen saying, "Hank, when are you going to understand..." He walked faster wondering if the Beach Patrol carried guns. He sure didn't want to run into Hank again. Walking out of the dunes he looked down to the water. Instead of heading back to the party he walked out to where the waves lapped his ankles. He stood there watching the whitecaps in the moonlight, fascinated how they kept returning to splash on the same beach, again and again.