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Summer At The Beach House

By: Jill0084



I've not told anyone the whole story of that summer. Bits and pieces I've shared, with my husband, girlfriends, and a few others. But the whole story has been known only to me. I didn't keep a diary but the memories are powerful; pictures from the time help bring it all back.

I was 29, married just over 2 years. My husband was 34. We have a good marriage. We had met after graduating college. I was a teacher in a private school. He was a manager in a new start-up and working to move up. I'd say our marriage was pretty good. We had plans to start a family, save money, all the stuff that goes with it. Our sex life was also good. But, just good. We had lost some of the passion of our courtship. The first year we made love often. The second year was less. It felt good to share our lives, our home and build a future, but I had memories of dating in college. I had started to dream of meeting new guys and being a bit wild. Sometimes I woke in the morning, wet, and recalled dreams of fucking in some apartment, after some party. I worried I was drifting away from what my life had become.

So the spring before that summer was the start of it. My aunt, who was always a great support, asked for a favor. She and my uncle had a beach house at the shore and asked me to house-sit for the summer. She knew I had the summer free and thought it would be nice for me to use it. She offered it as a way for me to relax. It would be a fun place to get-away with my husband. Maybe she knew I needed some time to myself. I also knew she was worried about my uncle's health. He had retired and then learned he might not have much time left to live. They decided to spend that summer traveling. Knowing some-one dependable was sitting their house would be comforting.

My husband and I considered it. The upside was access to a great house nearly on the beach. The downside was he could only be there for weekends. The drive from the city was 4 hours. We debated and decided to do it. My aunt was thrilled. I offered to pay the costs but she would have nothing of it. Just move in, make myself at home and enjoy it. All bills would be paid. I resisted and she insisted. We compromised by her letting me re-decorate the spare bedrooms. I had all summer to do it.

So in mid-June when school got out I moved in. My aunt gave me the keys and instructions on the security system, the schedule of the lawn crew, and other things I'd need to manage. It wasn't much really. They had almost everything covered. My husband and I drove down on a Saturday. I had packed most everything I'd need knowing he could bring more the next weekend. We let ourselves in and walked around the house. It was a comfortable 4 bedroom house furnished and decorated by some-one with excellent and expensive taste. The main house faced the shore road. The first floor was a massive living room, dining room, kitchen and study. Upstairs was the master bedroom and bath and an office. The main house faced the ocean which was just across the street. Shaped like an L, the main house was the base. Jutting off the back was a wing with 3 bedrooms and baths. Off the kitchen was a 2-car garage. The area within the L was a well-tended garden. I decided to take one of the spare bedrooms; the last in the corner. The master bedroom was spacious and luxurious but it felt like an invasion of my aunt's and uncle's space to use that.

We went to dinner that first night and toasted our good luck. We had a great beach house until September and at no cost. That night we made love. In the morning we slept late. I made breakfast and we walked to the beach. It was across the street and down a short path through some dunes to the sea. It was cool and while people were there, no one was in the water. We went to a place for a late lunch and back to the house. He wanted to leave in time to get home before midnight. We made love again and he was off.

That night was my first night sleeping alone and away from home since we married. I slept well. In the morning I surveyed the house admiring the art and furnishings. Behind the main house the garden was blooming with gorgeous shrubs and flowering plants. It was my aunt's pride and joy. The area was surrounded by a fence and quite private. I knew I'd spend much time there. My bedroom was flooded with light from windows on 3 sides. It looked out on the garden on one side and a landscaped expanse to the neighbor's house on the other.

I went shopping and got groceries and settled in. I explored the little town and saw that some shops were busy but the summer crowds were yet to over-run the place. It felt strange being alone and I was restless. That first week is a blur. I shopped, read books, watched TV, and rested. I thought about how to re-paint the spare bedrooms. I also masturbated. I couldn't sleep one night and after a phone call with my husband, I played. I was on the couch, in the living room, TV on, and slipped a hand into my pj's. I was wet....and I played. Soon I came. In the morning, I did it again.

That Friday night my husband arrived. He was tired after a day of work and the long drive. But I was rested and horny. We made love on the couch as soon as he got in. I was eager and all but tore his clothes off. He met my passion and it was great. I rode him...pressing down on his hard cock, grinding, wiggling. I came hard and loud. He did too. We both noticed some renewed passion. We went to bed after getting caught up on the week's events. He slept soundly. I was restless but slept too. In the morning, I woke him. He was sprawled on his side wearing pj bottoms. I had gotten up and put on a pot of coffee. He had not wakened. I slipped back into bed, just wearing a lace thong. He moaned a bit and curled on his side. I slipped under the covers and kissed his warm belly. He was fit and worked out regularly. I kissed his taut abs and felt his soft hair on my cheeks and lips. I reached into the slit of his pj's and gently freed his cock. I kissed the tip. It tasted slightly of salt. I tasted more....slipped the head into my mouth. He was soft but I felt him rising. I wondered if I could make him come and not wake him. Just using my lips and tongue, I toyed with his cock. He was growing and I resisted the urge to touch him. I sucked gently, softly, pulling him in. My tongue swirled about the spongy knob. It seemed I might be able to bring him off. He shifted some and woke. I remained under the covers. He exclaimed..."ohhhhhhh" as he realized what I was doing. I stayed put and greeted him "good morning sunshine....wakey, wakey" and slipped my lips over his cock. He moaned contentedly as I played. I held his hip and pulled his pj's down. He helped. I like the position of both of us on our side. I sucked him more and held his hip. He began thrusting and I guided his movement. His cock plunged deep into my mouth. I knew he loved it. It felt good for me too. I enjoyed the taste, the smoothness of his skin, the hardness, the swollen and pulsing tip. He continued to thrust and I tasted a bit of cream. It was salty, a bit bitter. It oozed from his tip and coated my tongue and roof of my mouth. I knew he was close. He was thrusting faster now and I cupped his ass and pulled him along. He knew I wanted him to continue. Soon he came. The first spurt was a hot surprise. My mouth was suddenly full of hot cream. A gf in college used to refer to the first spurt being like "come-gum". She thought it was like the gum that had a gel center......biting it let out a surprise burst of flavor. I know what she meant. I held his wet cock as he rocked his hips. The second spurt was larger, thicker. I felt him spasm and a splash of warm cream hit my neck and chest. More flooded my breasts. I lie there, taking each burst. He was moaning and I let him slip from my hand. After one last squeeze of the shaft and the last drops, I slipped out from under the covers.

"I think I may like this arrangement," he said as I cuddled next to him. 

"Mmmmmm... me too" I whispered. "I missed you all week... and thought of doing that". I lay on the sheet, a wet spot forming near my breasts.

"And when did you think of that?" He asked with a sly look on his face. He rolled to look at me.

"After our phone call earlier this week.... I was so horny... I made myself come on the couch... thinking of it." His arm was over my shoulder. He stroked my back, cupped my bare ass cheek. I pressed to his chest. My breasts felt warm and sticky. I pressed against his ribs. We lay, resting and more of his come dripped onto the sheets.

After a bit we rose and I took a quick shower to rinse off. I stripped the bed and put the sheets in the laundry. We went to the kitchen. He stayed nude and I wore only a thong. We poured coffee and looked out on the garden. The sun was brilliant and the leaves were bright green and glistening. We took our coffees and went out on the deck and followed the path through the garden. "Do you think anyone can see us?" He looked about and thought not. The fence was solid and no neighboring houses offered views into the area. We went back to the deck and he relaxed on a lounge chair. He looked sexy... fit, relaxed, and comfortable. "I wish I had a camera" I teased and he posed on the chair. His 6 foot frame was fit but pale. His dark hair framed a handsome face and his eyes were bright and clear. I loved his arms and chest. He worked out and was nicely toned and fit. His abs were tight from lots of crunches. The soft hair on his belly thickens above his cock and balls. I looked down on him and felt a warm churning between my legs. I made breakfast and we ate on the deck. I had the growing suspicion that I was recovering the lost passion of my misguided youth.

We finished and he went to shower. He used a bathroom on the first floor. I walked through the house feeling happy, satisfied, and almost at home. As he showered I put on my make-up. Looking in the mirror, I saw hints of the girl I was in college. My auburn hair was a little wet and fell well past my shoulders. I knew it would lighten in the sun over the summer. Maybe I would lighten it more. My face was attractive. I know men notice my high cheekbones, my smooth skin, my green eyes. I looked critically at my figure. I'm 5'6 and not bad but no supermodel. I liked my shoulders and arms. Good definition and toned but not too muscular. My breasts are a full c cup and were still high and firm. My nipples were framed by soft areola. They tilted upwards. I liked how my breasts jiggled as I walked. Not bad for a 29 year old. Tennis lessons and time in the gym had served me well. Some light weight work would be enough to keep them that way. My stomach and abs were smooth, and firm. I thought I'd need to do more crunches to tighten more. My bush looked a bit full. The soft auburn hair formed a delicate triangle covering my rather full labia. I had noticed through school that some girls have very thin, almost delicate genitals. Mine are more full....more womanly I like to think. My lips swell and open when I am aroused. I've wondered if the same is true for the girly girls. My ass is firm and round. I run and go to spinning classes. It helps. My legs are smooth and slender. Overall, I thought a summer on the beach, with regular exercise, would help me stay sexy. I smiled as I sat at the vanity and got ready for the day.

Nude, I left the bath and went to my bedroom. I looked for something sexy and casual and realized I brought only jeans and tops. I selected a pair of jeans and a jersey. I wondered where my husband was and saw that he had left the bath. Nude, I wandered down the hall, through the dining room to the kitchen. He was back on the deck, nude on the lounge chair. I could see he was dozing in the warm sun. I thought we might wander through the shops in town, but thought better of it. I went onto the deck and pulled a lounge chair next to his. I tossed my jeans and top on a table in case we dressed to go out. We relaxed on the deck and joked about how good it was to live like rich people.... with not a care in the world. We lay there for maybe an hour. The sun felt good after a long cloudy winter. It was one of the first really warm days of the early summer. I got up and went to the dining room. There was a built in corner cabinet with glasses & liquor. I made two vodka martinis... my aunt had showed me how. Bringing them to the deck....I gave one to him and offered a toast to "being rich for the summer."

We sipped them and he dozed off. After a bit the sun was starting to fall. The garden was nicely located so that the sun filled the area. I felt a warm glow and moved onto his lounge chair. He woke. "Honey" I said, "I think this experience will be good for us.....good for me". 

"How so?" 

"I think I need to re-charge. Work is draining me of all energy. A summer resting, tanning, exercising will help a lot." He looked at me. I could see he was pensive. 

"Yea" he said. "You get too stressed. I loved the way you woke me up. Look it's nearly 4 and we both haven't dressed yet. If our weekends are like this...weekdays apart could be great".

I sat near his thigh. I put my hand on his warm cock. "You know I love this. I want us to be happy....to be wild again like when we were on our honeymoon."

His cock twitched. I stroked him and soon he was rock hard. Straddling his waist, I guided his cock into me. I was dripping wet and he slipped in as I pressed down. We fucked hard and fast. I wiggled and bounced....my breasts jiggling. My orgasm grew from deep within. As it welled up in me, I pressed harder, rocked forward, rubbing my clit on his pubic bone. I felt him twitching and pulsing. My labia were fully swelled now. I felt the base of his cock squishing them. As I lifted, I felt cool air between my legs. Pressing down I pushed harder. His hands cupped my ass and pulled me hard. I came. I exploded really...my body trembling. My pussy was just burning. It spread all through me. I collapsed on him catching my breath. I felt his cock pulsing in me. I laid there feeling hot and so wet between my legs. He softened and slipped from me.

We stayed cuddling on his lounge chair. The sun was dropping and it got cool. My skin had goose bumps and my nipples were hard. I shivered and had to go in to warm. He followed and showered. We dressed and went out for dinner. I wore a cashmere sweater and jeans. I wore a thong but no bra. The cashmere feels so soft and soothing. After dinner we returned to the beach house. Soon he left for our house. I went to the living room and flipped on the TV. The house was quiet. I made a fire in the massive stone fireplace and curled up on the couch. The room warmed nicely. I think I dozed off. Later I woke and went to my bedroom to change. My thong was wet and stained. I stripped nude and wore one of his t-shirts and returned to the couch. I woke sometime in the early morning and went to bed. That night I slept soundly.

Week 2

Monday was a day to get working on the bedrooms. I went to local hardware store and got some help to select what I needed....paint, brushes, drop cloth, roller, etc. The guy was helpful... he knew my aunt and uncle. I wore jeans and a jersey; again I left off the bra. I returned to the house and started to prep one of the bedrooms. I moved the furniture away from the walls and cleaned everything. The furniture scraped the wood floor and left scratches. I'd need to fix that somehow. It took much of the afternoon to clean the walls and trim. I called it a day and made dinner. That night was restful. I slept nude that night and pretty much decided that would be my summer routine. 

In the morning I made coffee and breakfast. I was nude and felt comfortable roaming the house that way. The walls of the bedroom that I had scrubbed felt damp. I opened the windows to air it out and knew I'd have to wait a day to paint. Around 11am a truck pulled into the drive-way and two guys started to unload mowers. I rushed to my bedroom and threw on my husband's t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I saw it was the landscape crew – a guy in his late 30's and a younger guy. They mowed the lawns and tended the shrubs. I went out to the driveway and said hello. The older guy owned the business. He knew from my aunt that I was sitting the house. The younger guy was a college student. Their schedule was to come by once per week. They showed me how to water the garden if it got dry. As we walked around the property, I noticed both were checking me out. I guess I looked a bit.... interesting... as the loose fitting tee shirt hinted that I wore nothing beneath. The idea excited me that they were notcing. I saw both were attentive and helpful, like the guy in the hardware store....maybe my growing comfort with myself was going to be good.

They left and I had nothing to do but let the walls dry. I made a light lunch and ate on the deck by the garden. It was warm. I slipped off the tee and the shorts and reclined on a lounge chair. The sun felt great on my bare skin. After a short while, I was restless and went to find a novel to read. In the study I found a romantic novel that my aunt must have left. Returning to the deck, I lay back and started to read. It soon became clear this was a very erotic story. The main character was a young woman who was forced to work as a courtesan in Paris. The sexual escapades she had with royalty were explicitly described. As I read, I found myself fantasizing about the experience of so many sexual adventures. 

It cooled as the sun set and I went in to warm up. That evening I dressed to go through the shops. I wore jeans and a fleece pull-over top. Again I left off a bra and panties as having decided these were not going to be part of my summer attire. I browsed the shops and bought some things for the kitchen. I returned home and phoned my husband. He sounded tired. We decided to talk again later in the week and bid each other sweet dreams. I went to bed early, sleeping in the nude, and woke before sun rise. I woke from a dream...some mix of the novel and the encounter with the lawn crew. The details were fuzzy but I was clearly aroused. I played....lying in the warm bed, and made myself come. I dozed off and slept soundly until mid-morning. 

Rising from bed, I wandered to the kitchen, made coffee and had fruit and yogurt. Being nude felt totally natural. I checked the bedroom walls; they were dry. I decided I'd paint the walls. I thought about doing this nude but decided it would be better to wear something. I got my husband's tee which would be no great loss if stained by paint. So I painted the walls....a nice stone color...a pale grey/silver. It only took a few hours to roll the walls and brush the edges. When dry, I'd paint the trim. And I hardly got paint on me or the t-shirt. The day was warm so I left the windows open to dry. I decided to go to the beach and changed into a bikini that I wore under a jersey and shorts. The path to the beach was across the street. It led through some dunes to an expansive beach. I laid out a towel and sat for awhile. I got bored and walked along the shore. Few people were around. I knew the weekends would be different and crowds would build. Mostly I fantasized about the courtesan servicing men in their chambers, improving her erotic skills, and surviving by her wiles. I noticed that sexual thoughts were almost always with me... I liked it.

So that became my daily routine. Sleep in the nude, work in the house, shop, visit the garden and beach. My tan deepened and was all-over. Thursday of that week I had phone sex with my husband. I was watching TV when he called. We chatted about his work and my week. Soon our conversation turned to him arriving late on Friday as usual. I asked what he wanted when he got in...and he said..."you." The sexual tension grew immediately and I asked for more hints of what he wanted. 

"Be like you were on Saturday morning,....and Sunday on the deck... you were soooooo...sooooo frisky." I could hear the excitement in his voice. "Mmmmmmm" I moaned as the idea unleashed a flood of memories. 


Summer At The Beach House Ch. 02



 (Thank you to the kind people who emailed me thoughts and encouragement on episode one.)

That night a storm hit. I woke after midnight hearing the wind and driving rain. The next day was cool and cloudy. Rain showers lasted all day. I spent the day reading and finished the novel. After dinner I went out. The skies were foggy. I shopped a bit and went to a bookstore. In the 'human sexuality' area I browsed through titles. Most looked like there were about couples counseling and I didn't see what I was after. There were a few 'how-to' manuals. I found a book of erotic short stories. Flipping through it revealed a wide selections of themes 'solo', 'loving wives' 'groups', public', and more. I bought it.

That night I began to read it. I curled on the couch, nude, and snuggled in a quilt. The stories fueled my imagination. I was surprised to see it was 2am. I went to bed. A whirlwind of erotic thoughts spun through my head. I don't remember if I dreamed. I lay awake for sometime and finally drifted off.

Tuesday dawned grey and windless. It was cool and humid. I lay around the house reading. One story gripped my interest. A young couple takes a vacation and the wife goes topless on the beach. She finds herself increasingly aroused. As their vacation goes on she becomes more inhibited and discovers her passion for erotic experiences. I make myself come as I re-read that story. I bet I dreamt I was her that night.

Wednesday was clear and hot. I lay on the deck tanning for most of the afternoon. Several times I showered in the redwood shower stall off the deck. That evening when it cooled, I went out to the hardware store and got more paint. Again, the store clerk was very helpful. I think he liked my tan. I wore a white top and saw him noticing my 'pokies' I smiled privately at the little thrill I gave him. The second room would be painted a nice orange – something called 'mango'. I prepped the bedroom for painting. This time I washed the trim and only lightly wiped the walls. It would dry quicker. 

Thursday was a repeat of Wednesday. Maybe it was hotter. The mail came and with it was a plain wrapped box. I brought it to the kitchen and slit the wrapping. Inside was a slender silver vibe. I felt it....a smooth and slender shaft, a rounded but pointed tip. It felt hard in my hand and not exactly life-like. The base was a switch/cap that opened for the batteries. There were two bottles of lube – 'sex oil'. One was flavored 'vanilla', the other 'cherry'. I was a bit surprised to find a third item. Three 'luv beads' were connected by a cord. They looked like oblong eggs and were a little wider than the vibe. The cord ended with a little ring. I discarded the package wrapping and brought the box to my bedroom. 

That night my husband called and we had phone sex. I told him my toys had arrived. He wanted to know all about them. As we talked, I used the vibe and came twice. After I hid the toys in my dresser. Tucked under the bras and panties that I no longer wore, they were safe from prying eyes.

The coming weekend was July 4th and we had arranged for guests – 2 couples – to spend time with us. One couple was a work friend of my husband and his wife. The other was a gf of mine from work and her husband. They arrived and the weekend was fun. I liked the company, but their presence changed the tone. I entertained them and sex was not the center of the weekend. We went to the beach; I grilled dinner on the deck. We watched the fireworks..... we did the usual holiday events. The women and I went to get some fresh seafood and the guys got things to drink. Alone with the girls, we talked about my staying alone at the house. They were intrigued and saw that I was relaxed, rested and tanned. I think they could tell I was enjoying it. I hinted that the weekends were pretty wild and the separation during the week heightened our passion. I sensed a bit of jealousy. My husband brought a digital camera and we took the usual holiday social pictures. When I see them now...the signs that I was changing were there. I looked happy, alive, and somehow more sensual.

My husband and I fucked that night. We were in bed and took some care to be quiet. In the adjacent bedrooms were the other couples. I heard rustling but did not think much of it. When I came I muffled a moan. I whispered something about being a being a 'quiet courtesan'. I promised that when alone, we could be wild again.

In the morning I made breakfast. We were all a bit groggy. It was a lazy morning and we just relaxed. They all left early to beat the traffic back to the city, I was lonesome to see them go and a bit frustrated that sex with my husband was not as wild as it would have been if we had been alone. That night I tried the beads. I lubed them and slipped one in. It felt thick and filled me. Once in.. the next slipped in easier... then the next. The cord held them in position. The little ring protruded and nestled between my swollen labia. I pulled them out slowly. Each stretched me as it popped free. I pressed them back in. I tried squeezing them and felt them move as I contracted my pelvic muscles. I lay back feeling them inside. I rolled over....arched my back. I curled on the bed and explored how they felt as I moved. Walking I could feel them churn inside. I decided I liked them... a lot. With the vibe humming happily against my swollen pussy and I clit, I came hard. I slipped the beads out and slept soundly. I'd wash them in the morning.

After the July 4th holiday, the crowds swelled in town and at the beach. On Wednesday, I was on the deck, nude and reading the short stories. I'd sampled the book and found myself drawn to the 'loving-wives' and 'exhibitionist' stories. Somehow these interested me most. As I read, I was turned on by the explicit stories. Rolling on my stomach, to tan my back, I felt the 'luv beads' shift in my vagina. I squeezed my pelvic muscles and felt them resist my squeezes. The day drifted by. I put the camera on a table, set the timer, and took a few pics of me on the lounge chair. I was totally nude. That small act was a turn on. I wanted to see what I looked like...I thought I'd email one to my husband.

I had a margarita and was on a second. Late in the afternoon, around 4pm, I heard a vehicle enter the drive-way. The familiar sounds of a mower being unloaded indicated the landscapers were back. The time was unusual. They usually came in late morning. I rose from the deck and went indoors. Sometimes they entered the garden to tend the shrubs. In the house, I peered from the window and saw that only Tom, the college guy, had come. I watched him mow the lawn. I was nude and standing at the corner of a window. It seemed he could not see me. I was tempted to move into his view. He was deeply tanned and wore only faded khaki shorts and work shoes. He worked quickly and the lawns soon looked perfectly manicured. He then raked and picked up the cut grass and leaves. I went to my bedroom and slipped on a thin yellow sundress.

I went out the drive and said hello. We chatted and he explained that with the crowds more people wanted their services. They now worked alone to get more jobs done. He looked hot, sweat streaked his chest and grass clipping clung to him. I offered him a cold drink. He accepted and we went through the gate to the garden. He stood on the deck and I got two iced teas from the kitchen. He surveyed the garden and thought it looked great – well watered and healthy. The hot weather had parched some gardens but mine was fine. We chatted and I told him of my progress with decorating the house. I asked if he would help me move some furniture. "Now?" he asked.

"Yea... if that's okay. I know you're busy."

"You're my last stop today. We started at 6:30 this morning."

"Oh, you must be exhausted."

"No, it's not that. But I'm a mess with clipping and stuff all over me."

He looked like he had worked hard all day and his body and shorts were gritty and stained. I thought he looked sexy. Maybe he saw that in my gaze.

"There is an outdoor shower right there" as I gestured towards the redwood stall by the garden shed. "You can rinse off."

"Yea...okay. You don't mind?"

"No problem...help yourself. I'll get you a fresh towel."

He finished his tea and went to the shower. I went to the laundry and got a beach towel. I went out to the stall and said I was hanging it on the hook just outside the door. Through the cracks between the boards I caught just a slight glimpse of his tanned body. I could see the pale skin of where his shorts had shaded him from the summer sun. I watched maybe too long and forced myself to withdraw back to the deck.

He finished and cracked the door and got the towel. Soon he appeared wearing his dirty shorts. The shorts were a mess but he was freshly scrubbed. He came to the deck. "So, what do you want to move?"

I led him to the bedroom that I had prepped but not painted. "Wow, this is a great house" he said as he followed me through the living room and into the wing of spare bedrooms.

"Yea, my aunt is really into art and design. They have great taste. Part of my deal sitting here for the summer is to re-decorate the spare bedrooms." He followed me and I sensed his eyes were also drifting over me. Honest...I really liked that thought. Did I wiggle and jiggle more than necessary? Of course I did.

"I need to get the furniture away from the walls so I can paint." I said as we came to the second bedroom. He surveyed the dresser and bed. 

"No problem."

"Well, I dragged them in another room and scratched the floor. It was a bitch to fix the scratches. The guy at the hardware store gave me these to protect the floors." I showed him the metal cups with a fabric base that I got from the hardware guy.

"If you lift a corner of the bed, I'll sip the coasters under the legs. Then we can just slide them away from the walls."

He lifted a corner of the queen bed and I placed the coaster. We did the other corners. As I crouched on the floor, I was vividly reminded that the 'luv beads' were shifting in my pussy. I squeezed holding them tight. I was aware of his tanned legs just inches from me as I knelt on the floor. I resisted the temptation to sneak a glimpse upward.... What would I see up the leg of his shorts? My pussy churned the beads.

I didn't realize, at first, that my thin sundress afforded him some intimate views of me. Being nude under was totally natural to me. He must have noticed no bra line and apparently no panty line. As I knelt at a corner of the bed that he lifted, this was probably confirmed. He could certainly see down the low-cut neck line and my tanned breasts hung free. For just a glimpse...I think, he maybe saw all the way down to my thighs. No panty spoiled that view. I caught a glimpse of his face.....he was flushed and getting turned on.

We easily slid the bed to the center of the room. We then did the dresser and the small writing table. "Perfect" I said "thank you... that helped a lot."

"No problem....anytime."

We went back through the house to the kitchen. I noticed my skin felt flushed. The beads jostled in my pussy. I squeezed to hold them in. I felt spasms between my legs. I was close to orgasm. I offered another bottle of tea which he took for the drive back to his shop. He left and I watched him drive off. 

I walked back to the bedrooms and went to mine. I almost tore off the dress and lay on the bed. I slowly pulled the 'luv beads' from my soaked pussy. I took the vibe from my nightstand. I didn't need lube. I pressed the vibrating shaft between my swollen lips. I fantasized with a tinge of regret that I had not done him. It would have been so easy...

......

... After we moved the furniture, I could have sat on the bed. "I was surprised to see you today... Did you see me watching you from the window? I thought you noticed me when you were mowing."

"Yea...I saw you....at the side of the window..." he'd reply. His face flushed. A wicked look flashed in his eyes as he recalled the image of me. He had seen. My nude form was in the shadows. He must have noticed the all-over tan. Most of all he noticed two gorgeous tits jutting from behind the curtain. He noticed her hand was at the apex of her tanned legs.

Her voice brought him back to the moment. "That's why I put on this dress...I had been tanning on the deck...when you arrived." I'd tug at the hem and lean forward. Gravity would do the rest. The loose neck-line would drape away from my breasts. I lean forward and caress along my tanned thigh. Would he know I was teasing him...flirting....inviting him to see my tanned breasts? Was he just an innocent college kid? 

He stood by the bed... watching me. I smiled... and slipped one shoulder strap off.. then the other. I'd stand, touching his tanned arm...as I reached, the strap fell lower, and the thin cups fall away exposing my nipples. I lean forward, kiss him and his arms wrap around me. I feel his strong tanned back. We kiss. 

I pull away. He no longer looks innocent.

He is uncertain but a sly grin flashes across his eyes.

I sit on the bed, and pull my dress down exposing both heaving breasts. "You like my tan?" I jiggle them by tossing my shoulders. "You like my tits?" I reach to him and draw him close. I unfasten his shorts and tug them. He helps and they fall to the floor. He is nude under. His dark tanned chest and legs contrasts with the white band around his middle. His cock is standing tall... almost pressing upward to his abs. He's thick, thicker than my vibe, than my beads, his balls hang low. I press his hot cock between my tanned tits. I look down and engulf it...devouring the tip...his shaft, his sack. I taste them in turn. I fall back to the bed, my dress now bunched up like a broad belt around my waist.

He stands there...watching...almost in shock. I lie back and slowly pull the beads from my vagina. He can't believe what he is seeing. He moves onto the bed...over me.... "My cunt is so ready" I moan... "fuck it... Fuck it like you wanted to when you first saw me." 

He enters and thrust deep and hard. I squeeze my cunt.... He fucks me furiously...fucks my brains out. I tell him to. To treat me like the hot married cunt that he dreams about. He bangs harder. I explode and an orgasm wracks my body. I push him off and spring between his legs... gorging on his cock. Taking him deep...almost gagging. Taking him deeper.....trying to deep throat. Taking him deeper than any other cock I've sucked....... I crave to feel his come...first in my mouth....then in my cunt. I want to drip with his cream....

......

Mmmmmm... I drifted back to reality. The vibe slipped from my vagina. My strong muscles squeezed it out. The hot waves of my orgasm radiated from my cunt. "My cunt" I said aloud... hearing me actually say if for the first time. It sounds nasty, dirty, something said in sleazy hotels or alleys behind bars. It felt oddly provocative to think I wanted to be considered a cunt. I tasted the vibe. It was creamy. I slipped it back in my cunt then again to my mouth...wondering how deep it could go. Not far enough. The tip made me gag as it neared the back of my throat. I'd need to practice. 

I lay on the bed...lost in my thoughts. My cravings for the college guy surprised me by their intensity. My little fantasy was so real. Reading the erotica had spurred my imagination. The idea of seducing the college kid was crazy. I knew that... but the fantasy was so erotic. The temptation was so strong. Something was building in me and I was letting it happen. A little guilt tugged me back....but these feelings were fading.

I brought the vibe and beads to the bathroom and washed them. I went back to the deck and cleaned up. I got his towel, the glasses, the camera and brought them inside. I checked the pics that I had taken on the deck on the camera's view screen. I looked sexy in a fairly wholesome way - a nude tanned woman lying in the sun with a faint look of mischief. I'd need to transfer them to the computer to view full screen. I knew as soon as I saw them that I'd explore more explicit photos.

My husband couldn't come down that Friday night. He called on Thursday and broke the news that he had to work on Saturday. I had thought more of our 'king' and 'courtesan' fantasy and wanted to somehow surprise him. We had phone sex but both of us lacked real excitement. I guess I was too disappointed and thought he was discouraged too. We talked about me driving back but he thought it was too much for the short time we would be together. I reluctantly agreed. I spent most of Friday thinking what we might do. I knew it would have to wait until the following weekend.

That weekend I was alone and painted the second bedroom. It went more smoothly as I knew how to do it this time. I painted it while nude. I also took pics by setting the camera on the dresser and taking various shots. The pics showed me rolling the walls, painting the trim, climbing a ladder to edge along the ceiling. My breasts and ass were prominently featured... but the star of the shoot was definitely my pussy...'my cunt'as I was coming to prefer. The beads were inside me and some shots showed the small cord and ring dangling between very wet and luscious lips. 

When I was done I went to get the yellow sundress that I wore when the college kid came in to help. I set the camera on the ladder and took several photos of me in the poses that he saw me...on the floor slipping coasters under the legs. They revealed that he certainly got a nice look at the swell between my breasts and my nipples. The dress fell quite open as I knelt and leaned forward. He certainly saw my thighs...fairly high...but not much above as I squatted on the floor. I sat on the bed as I fantasized again about him watching as I pulled down the straps and cups exposing my breasts...I pulled up the hem and uncovered my pussy. I set the camera to take pics of my poses for my hot fantasy. When I saw them I could not imagine him not hitting that.

I changed into another outfit... a thin white tank top with spaghetti straps and a very short pleated blue skirt. I tried the same poses... my top covered my breasts but the thin fabric did little to hide my hard dark nipples. The top hugged every curve and dimple. My 'pokies' were like dark morsels atop my tanned tits. The skirt was another matter... on my knees to slip a coaster under furniture revealed most of my ass. Any parting of my legs revealed the swollen bulge of my lips and tender pink slit. On the bed, laying back, legs spread revealed my eager cunt. I rolled over on my stomach and pushed my ass up as I pulled my knees forward. The camera snapped pics.

When I was done, I rushed to the computer and downloaded the pics. The camera took a quick burst of three for each shot. Then I'd have to re-set the timer. I pulled up the pics and viewed them as a slide show. The quick impression was that I was a tanned, sexy, fit and attractive woman. Some pics were blurred or showed awkward poses. Some were quite good. Some were so nasty.... A burst of three close-ups of my wet cunt with the string protruding was truly pornographic. Maybe the hottest was a pic of me... virtually nude... on the bed lying on my stomach. The shot is taken from above and several feet back from my legs. My hair is thick and falls to one side. My face is turned to the side and my expression is seductive... you can see that my eye is cast downward, my mouth is opened. The white top is pulled high almost like a collar around my neck. The blue skirt is bunched up in a crumpled belt around my waist. My tan is even and total. My ass cheeks are rounded as I lifted my hips slightly off the bed. My legs are spread maybe six inches apart. The light is such that my pink slit is glowing between two tanned wet mounds. My labia look like the halves of a tender peach. Also perfectly visible is my anus. A pink puckered spot...almost delicate in design was winking at the camera. I am totally bald between my legs... the thin patch of hair above my clit is pressed to the bed and hidden. Dare I show this to anyone? The thought of it sent a hot flash between my legs. I was dwelling on thoughts that I had never let linger during my marriage. 




Summer At The Beach House Ch. 02



I played as I sat on the office chair at the computer. I came. I exploded as the pent up passion flowed from my core. A tide was turning and I wondered where it would take me.

My husband called late on Saturday night. He was out at a bar with friends. I wanted so much to have phone sex. He was laughing and a bit drunk. I heard the voice of women laughing. The thought of an erotic call evaporated. He promised to call on Sunday. He didn't.



Summer At The Beach House Ch. 03



Episode 3

Sunday and Monday passed by as usual. My husband called Monday night and he sensed I was distant. We warmed and got excited about the coming weekend. I told him about painting the second bedroom. I told him I did it in the nude. I didn't tell him about the pics. Something about his voice made me hold back. The tone troubled me. I tried not to obsess but the concern lingered. 

Tuesday I shopped. I found a local bicycle shop and stopped in to see what they had. An old bicycle was in the garage at the house. It was my aunt's and had seen better years. Its tires were flat and the chain looked rusty. The guy in the shop offered to see if it could be fixed up. I went back to the house and got it into the trunk of my car. Back at the shop, the guy examined it and was not optimistic. It might cost more to fix than it was probably worth. He showed me some suitable bikes in his shop. Some were way out of my price range. Some looked okay for what I wanted. I told him I'd think about it and brought my aunt's bike back to the garage and went for walk on the beach. I thought about needing something more to do with my time and decided to buy a decent bicycle. I used to cycle when I was younger and had one in college. I liked the idea of exploring the beach roads and town by bike.

Wednesday was another hot day. I dressed for the heat and went back to the bike store. This time the owner was there. He was an athletic and lean guy. I guessed mid-thirties. We talked and he selected a few bikes for me to test. I took them for a brief ride and picked one that felt best. It turned out he would fit the bike to me by adjusting the seat and handlebars. I watched as he put the bike in a stand. He told me to hop on and cycle a bit. I was wearing shorts and a sleeveless top. I climbed onto the bike and started to peddle. He said to warm up and went back into his shop. He re-appeared and watched me intently. I cycled and felt oddly uneasy as he watched my ass, my arms, and my legs. He asked me to hop off and he adjusted the height of the seat and the bars. I realized he was taking this quite seriously. I smiled thinking he had been checking out my figure and realized he had...to fit the bike. He adjusted things and I was surprised to admit that it felt better. He strongly advised me to buy a helmet which I did. I explained I hadn't cycled in awhile. He offered that the helmet was a great idea. He also explained that local riders gathered several times weekly and rode as a group around town and the beaches. He invited me to join them as the 'intro' group would help me get started. He gave me their schedule. I paid and he helped me fit the bike in my car. I brought it home and brought it into the kitchen.

I undressed to lie on the deck. I spent several hours, nude, tanning and used the afternoon to read. After dinner, I dressed in shorts and a tee and rode the bike along the shore. I did not go far. After a few miles I went back to the house. The bike felt much faster and smoother that the ones I had owned before. I liked it but knew I'd need to practice. I could tell it would be great exercise for my legs. Crunches on an exercise ball and light weights were toning my abs and upper body. The bike was a great addition.

Back at the house, I made a drink and undressed. I gathered my book, the vibe, some oil and went to the couch. I read more of the short stories. I spread a beach towel on the couch and stretched comfortably on the cushions. Soon I put down the book and started to fantasize...

... ...

I was by the pool at some resort and wearing a bikini one only wears on vacation – a tiny top, and thong bottom. I'm reading some trashy novel and notice a guy checking me out. I retreat to my room that looks onto the pool and watch him from a sliding door. He looks sexy and I feel cravings rise up in me. I stand more in view and am certain he sees me. He glanced over...returned to chatting with someone...but I knew he saw my form standing back from the glass door. I touch between my legs. I'm swollen and wet. As he chats with a girl, I untie a string at my hip. The thong slips to the floor. I wear sexy sandals and kick the damp thong away. I untie the top. Letting it fall to the floor I stand back. He can see everything. As he watches, I wet my fingers and touch my nipples. I step back and sit on the bed. Legs spread wide, I rub gently. He moves closer still chatting with a girl. I know he can see me. I rub harder and come as he chats with the girl. I imagine I'll see him later, maybe at the bar...

... ...

I lie on the towel. Oil was smeared on my breasts. My bare cunt was slippery. My fingers taste liked cherries and me. I caught my breath and read more of a story. When I finished I took a warm shower and rinsed the lingering traces of my fantasy from my body.

The next day I rode my bike to the local school where the group gathered for a ride. About 30 people were assembling. Some brought their bikes on their cars; some rode them like me. The owner of the store, Jack, was clearly the leader. He led the 'fast' group that would go out for 25 miles. The 'intro' group was led by a woman, Terri, from the local hospital. She was a little older than me, very fit, and seemed to know how to organize the crowd. It was announced that everyone was invited to a local pub after the ride. The fast group set off and disappeared down the shore road. They looked like serious athletes. I learned later than some were ex-college racers and some were preparing for a triathlon. The intro group was larger and more diverse. I tagged onto the rear of the pack for a 15 mile jaunt. The ride was fun and the pace was quick but I kept up. I wondered where the fast group went. We rode without stopping and I realized this was great exercise. We returned to the start and I felt a sense of accomplishment. This was not easy and I surprised myself by staying with the group. Later I'd learn that they slowed for me and a few others and "no one gets dropped from the intro group."

At the pub I got acquainted with the group. People were friendly and open. I immediately liked them. All were reasonably fit; some were top-level athletes and extremely fit. The hospital sponsored the ride as part of a wellness program. My group leader was a physical therapist. People had beers and food. I noticed no one overate or got drunk. This crowd was clearly into getting or staying fit. I chatted with the physical therapist. She asked how I felt after my first group ride. I explained that I felt challenged but did okay. We talked some about fitness training and how I could get better fast. I admitted it was all good but.... My butt hurt. She laughed and offered that she was not surprised. I was wearing shorts; everyone else was wearing padded cycling shorts. She said she did not have the heart to tell me that at the start. She knew I'd learn the hard way. "Go back to the shop and pick up some padded lycra shorts, a jersey or two, and padded gloves. They'll really make a difference." I laughed. "I will. The guys at the shop didn't try to up sell me." She smiled and shared that the shop owner knew I'd be back if I really got into cycling. It seems many people buy bikes that only sit in the garage. I told her that I thought I'd be persistent. The group rides seemed like a great idea. We sipped our beers and I felt at ease with the scene. We surveyed the crowd that milled around the pub and she gave a quick description of their backgrounds. All were local people who lived at the shore year round. People were swapping stories, comparing mileage, and making plans for future rides. I liked how they welcomed me. 

"We have been doing this for years," she explained. She and the shop owner had formed the club to bring the racers in touch with the local residents. It had been good for both. As we chatted, she counseled me further. "One more thing, don't wear anything under the cycling shorts." 

I looked at her quizzically. She laughed and advised "the seams in your underwear will feel as bad as your shorts did today. The guys at the shop probably won't tell you that."

I laughed and thanked her for all the advice. Secretly I chuckled as I had not worn under garments all summer. I chose not to tell her or the guys at the shop that little secret.

It was getting late and the crowd started to break up. I bid everyone thanks and got my bike from the ones stowed at the door and rode home as the sun set. My butt hurt again and I felt the seams of my shorts chafe the tender bare folds between my legs. At home I took a hot shower and watched TV before bed.

The next day was Friday and my husband arrived late that night. We made love as soon as he arrived. To be blunt, I fucked his brains out. My pent up horniness exploded and the courtesan attacked her king. My fears that he was somehow losing interest were nonexistent. We collapsed and slept soundly. The wet spots on the sheets, and there were several, did not interfere with our slumber.

In the morning I rose first. He was deep asleep. I admired his fit body; he looked like one of the 'fast' group. He was sprawled on the bed. I liked how his soft cock and empty balls draped on his hip. I did not wake the sleeping monarch and slipped silently from the bedroom. I showered and washed crusty splotches from my hair, breasts, and thighs. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror. My tan was uniform. My hair was lighter from so much sun. My arms, abs and legs looked toned. I must have lost a little weight as my body was tighter and firm. I liked how I looked. My taut body and bare pussy made me look years younger. I'd need to be careful with the sun. My tan was all over and plenty dark.

Later that morning he wandered into the kitchen. I was on the deck, wearing his shirt and watching him. He peered into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of OJ. He was scratching his balls as he looked for a glass. I laughed to myself as I entered the kitchen and bid my king "good morning." He looked at me with bleary eyes. His courtesan wore his white dress shirt, totally unbuttoned and open. The fabric draped outside my breasts and fell to my thighs. My flat belly led his eyes to a delicate crease. 

"Have a seat, let me get you a coffee" I said as I poured him a cup.

He sat at the table by the door to the deck. I brought him the cup and kissed his face. He reached up and cupped my breast.

"Breakfast?" I asked. His hand reached to my back and ran down to cup my bare ass. "Did you like last night?" I whispered slyly as his hand inched between my thighs,

"Unbelievable." He sighed as his hand withdrew and reached for his coffee. 

"Let me make you some eggs. You need your strength my lord. Your kingdom awaits you." I danced away and made him a breakfast fit for a king. I sat with him as he ate. He talked about the week and his work, I pointed to the bike parked near the pantry. The king got re-acquainted with the sensual life of his courtesan. We decided his day would begin with a shower and then a walk to the beach. He checked out the bike and saw that this was a good one. I explained that I planned to ride routinely and while expensive it was less than a health-club membership. He liked my enthusiasm and if he questioned my resolve, he did not say it.

As he showered I made a few sandwiches and put them and a few beers and sodas in a small cooler. I was in the bedroom putting on a bikini when he came in from his shower. He looked refreshed. He sat on the bed. I wore a white string bikini bottom. The top was tied around my chest but the cups fell below my bare breasts. I went to my king and kneeled and pressed my face to his warm cock. He smelled great. "I missed my majesty's member!" I exclaimed as I kissed the tip. "Every majestic inch!" He fit softly between my tanned tits.

"You were incredible last night." He almost moaned with pained delight. 

I rose and fastened the cups to cradle my breasts. I turned for him as a model to show my body. "How do I look?" 

He inspected his wife as he would a damsel from a conquered kingdom. My white bikini was the smallest of the few I had bought at a local shop. The triangles of the bottom and top could be expanded or shrunk by shifting them along the string ties. I shifted the bottom to become little more than a g-string. My full shave left no hints of my long-gone tuft. I shrunk one then the other cup. The thin swath of white fabric almost covered my areola. My nipples hardened and pressed on the bunched fabric. His cock thickened and I was tempted to dive back to my knees. 

He shifted on the bed. "You look gorgeous!" I was pleased that my king approved of what he had invaded and conquered so forcefully during the night. He rose and found a bathing suit in the dresser.

I re-arranged my bikini to be presentable in public and covered myself with his dress shirt. We locked the house, walked down the driveway, crossed the shore road and followed the path to the beach. The crowd was further down the shore where the public parking lot made access easy. Some had walked down to the beach before our house but the people were spread out for more privacy. Families with kids preferred the beach near the lot as lifeguards were only on duty there.

We spread out a large towel and rested. We dozed off. We awoke and swam to cool off. The surf was mild and the water was refreshing. On the towel we sat and had lunch. He had a beer; me a diet soda. We chatted about our unique summer arrangement. His work was demanding as a new project was underway. He described how he spent lots of time at the office. He usually went out to dinner with friends. He was exercising some. 

I explained my routine. The painting, the reading, and relaxing that I enjoyed seemed luxurious in comparison. I suggested I spend time back at our place. We talked about that and if my aunt would mind. My aunt wrote now and then and seemed to be enjoying travels with my uncle. She wouldn't mind. My husband offered that it was my call. He suggested that our getting together on weekends was probably so wild because of our separation during the week.

I thought of all he was saying. If he wanted me back, I'd go. That he did not say made me think he liked our arrangement. I thought it over and felt the same. Something bothered me. It seemed we needed to be open about our feelings. I was changing somehow. One nagging thought was my simmering dissatisfaction with my job. I did not want to go back into the stress of teaching. The kids were great, mostly, but the administration was a source of stress. Some were jerks. The idea of losing my growing happiness, my sensuality, was simmering in my thoughts. My work sometimes drove me nuts. I wondered if we could move permanently to the shore. I chose not to raise the issue.

"Honey" I asked, "did you like how we fucked last night?"

"Unbelievable!" he exclaimed, His enthusiasm matched mine. "You are awesome," he said. "Insatiable." He paused and stared out to sea. "Like a skilled courtesan!"

I sat next to him. My arms wrapped in front of my knees as I pulled my legs back to my butt. My breasts were cradled by my upper arms. I thought back to the night before. I had fucked with a newfound passion. My cravings matched his. My orgasms, his orgasms were equally pleasurable to me. We had exhausted ourselves and slept in the sticky mess of our come. A burn smoldered between my legs as I recalled the night's passion.

"I've been reading porn" I told him "and using the beads." I watched a couple stroll along the water's edge. They could not hear us. "I have these wild fantasies......and I have to play." I wanted him to know this. I wondered if he did the same. I paused, wondering if I should go on.

"So... What do you fantasize about?" He asked as the couple moved away. 

"Well, you know the king/courtesan thing." I murmured. 

"Hell yea!" He exclaimed "love that!"

"The stories I'm reading are really turning me on. Some are so real. I imagine I'm in them."

"Yea?' he asked with deep curiosity.

"Yea. Some suck. None are exactly 'Lady Chatterly's Lover' or anything."

"What the hell is Lady Chatterly's Lover?" he asked.

"Jeez, they didn't teach you much in business school, did they?" I teased. "It's erotic literature that was banned in its time."

"Ah, my liberal arts queen, tell me about Lady Chatterly." He said with royal command. He grabbed another beer and prepared for my lecture.

"Nah. You need to read it. But the stuff I'm reading is really pornographic. I can't put the book down."

He sipped his beer. I took a taste and handed it back. I decided to tell him.

"I dreamed of getting fucked by a young workman." I didn't feel the need to tell him I dreamed this of one of the landscapers. "I dreamed of masturbating in front of a guy at a resort. He watches me through a window... as he flirts with a girl." I stayed huddled on the towel as I disclosed this. My pussy was burning wet.

"Wow!" He said as he looked at me intently. "You are a sexy girl!"

I looked at him. He looked pleasantly surprised. "You okay with that?" I asked.

"Yea" he said directly. "I jerk off to porn... thinking Angelina is doing me."

I laughed. "Angelina?" I inquired, my voice trailing off. I was relieved to see his reaction. It felt good to know and accept this of each other.

"Yea, yea...never mind Angelina," he said. "You're fucking blowing my mind these weekends."

I took his beer for another sip. He was sitting on the towel facing me, one leg tossed to the side. I uncurled my hold on my legs and turned towards him. I leaned close and kissed him. My hand fell to his crotch and squeezed his now hard cock. "I'll blow this. That's for sure," I promised with a voice I imagined Angelina would use.

He shifted and I slipped my hand into his shorts. His cock felt hard and damp. I tugged the soft skin along his hard shaft. We looked around the beach. People were scattered about. I squeezed him. Simultaneously I squeezed my cunt like I had so often with the beads. "There are too many people." I moaned. "I can jerk you off....or we can go back to the house." I felt his cock twitch. A little cream foamed at the tip.

The king pondered his options as he scanned the beach. I was sorely tempted to taste his cream and ignore the gazes of onlookers. "Let's go back." He said it with hesitation. We gathered our stuff and headed back to the house. I secretly wished that we had stayed.

We crossed the road to the house and passed through the gate to the deck.

"I should shower again..." I said, feeling sand in my suit.

"Me too." He looked a bit sunburned and sandy. I gestured to the shower stall.

"I'll get towels for us."

He looked at me a bit sheepishly and went to the shower stall. I heard the water running.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked.

"Sure." He called from the splashing water.

"Beer or margarita?"

"What are you having?"

"A margarita."

"Same for me." I hoped he would say that. I went to the kitchen and poured a good bit of Patron for two glasses and tossed in a little Grand Mariner. I then added margarita mix and ice. I tossed them in a shaker and poured them in salt rimmed glasses. 

I stripped off his dress shirt and my bikini. I rinsed off in the shower off my bedroom and got the blue mini-skirt and white tank from the bedroom. I quickly put them on and returned to the kitchen for the drinks.

I splashed some ice water on my face and let some fall to my chest. I was mindful to splash only a little to appear like a messy effort making the drinks. The effect was perfect,,,maybe too perfect. My nipples were hard already but the cold water made them hard to the point of hurting. The thin white fabric of my tank top hugged my wet and tanned tits. I waited in the kitchen until he exited the outdoor shower and came to the deck. I pushed open the French doors from the kitchen and walked to him carrying the two glasses. Maybe I had an extra bounce in my steps. My tits jiggled with each step and as I neared him I held out his glass.




Summer At The Beach House Ch. 03



"My lord" I intoned as I offered him a glass.

"Those look great" he said. 

I know he meant the margaritas but I silently knew he was also talking of my tits. My nipples were not retreating.

"I hope you like it." I said. "I've acquired a taste for tequila."

We sipped the drinks. They were strong but tasty. When we finished most of them, I asked if he wanted me there or in a bedroom. The lounge chairs were positioned on the deck. He looked over them and said "let's go to bed."

I was a bit lightheaded as we walked to the bedroom. Would I fuck him first? Suck him? Wild thoughts ran through my head. He followed. I wondered if he thought the same. Does he dream of other women calling him into their bedrooms? Should we pretend I'm a princess from a conquered kingdom?

We got to the bedroom. The bed was unmade. The sheets were rumpled from the night's festivities. I moved the bed sheet and pillows back in position. He stood watching me, nude, hard, his drink in hand. I know my skirt rose to uncover the bottom of my ass. He must have seen the bottom of my tight cheeks, maybe my swollen labia. I gestured to the corner of the bed and my king sat. I knelt on the floor as he did...my head spinning lightly from the tequila. I took a bottle of oil from the nightstand and moved the few feet on my hands and knees and pulled myself to a position of deference. "My king, I implore you to be gentle with your conquered people. I serve so they may live free."

He lifted to sit closer to the edge. I scooted on my knees and flicked my hair behind my shoulders. My nipples peeked through the thin wet fabric of my skimpy top. By now I was feeling the full effects of the drink and my pussy was dripping wet. At some point I slipped into my fantasy of a conquered maiden. The line between real and fantasy was there somewhere and had slipped past. I knew I would fuck him like a girl eager to please her master.

I touched my pussy. The heat and moisture were rising fast. I squirted some cherry oil on my belly. I reached under the skirt and massaged down between my legs. The oil and my wetness combined in a glistening sheen between my legs.

"My king" I said with deep reverence "you have conquered my people. They sent me as your victory gift." I knelt straight, trying to look like a proud princess. My heaving breasts presented two diamond points. "They want you to fuck my brains out." As I said it, I looked from his face down across his chest to his trembling phallus. I reached over and touched the tip. He was hard and slick with clear droplets. "I think all the girls of the realm have thought of it too."

His eyes probed his concubine. I tugged at the sack hanging between his legs. The royal jewels felt heavy. I fumbled with it...eager to please him. He shifted on the bed and I cupped the jewels. As he lifted, I pulled off my skirt and knelt on it. There was a rush and tumble of movement as I pulled my tank upwards to present my breasts. He gasped when he saw my nude body. I admired him. My king was very fit and lean. His tan was less than mine and his tan lines were pronounced. His royal cock was truly gorgeous. Thick and twitching it pressed upwards almost on his abs. His balls were hanging low. I felt myself cream. I slipped forward on my knees and had to suck it. He was on the bed, legs wide and I went down on him. I would have sucked him off on the beach but it would have had to be secretive. Maybe in the throes of it I would be okay with being watched. The idea flashed through my mind and I liked it. In the bedroom, there was no hesitation. I did what conquered women do.

I could not resist this first taste. His cream was clear and thick. It blended with the flavor of the margarita. After a few minutes, I released his cock and looked at it. He was now glistening wet and throbbing. It was thicker now... and the cockhead was engorged and royal purple.

I touched between my legs and sucked my two wet fingers and imagined his cock. My tongue swirled and tasted the blend of cherry oil and my juices. My tongue tingled and burned. Innocently I looked into his eyes. "My lord, do I please you?"

"Oh fuck yea!" my king proclaimed.

I got up and fell onto the bed with my feet still on the floor. The edge of the bed was just at my hips. My toes were on the floor, my face on the covers. "My, king, go behind me...see how wet I am..." I said over my shoulder. I held my arms tight to my torso cradling my tits... arching my back to receive him.

He leapt off the bed and stood behind me. I expected to feel his cock thrust in. His hands were on my ass cheeks and he dropped to the floor and licked my pussy. His face was buried in my crack. I wiggled and arched further ...he licked my slit...then past my pussy and over my ass. It felt amazing as his tongue moved over my puckered hole. His tongue roamed around it...then pressed in. I nearly fainted. The thought of him fucking my ass jumped in my head...it was something I read about ... and considered. My king might be the first to penetrate this corner of the kingdom.

He lifted off and pressed to me. His cock went immediately in my cunt. He pressed deep and I pushed back forcefully taking him. His hips slapped on my ass...so hard, his balls flipped on to my pussy. The sound was a loud wet slap. It felt awesome. I moaned... expelling a hot breath from my lungs...."oh fuck...yessssssssssss."

He reared back and plunged in again...harder. His chest pressed to my back and his hands held my shoulders as he pushed harder into me. His hot breath blew over my cheek.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhh...My lord, I dreamed of this" I confided.

"You little princes, you want me to fuck you ... don't you?" His tone suggesting he ruled with an iron hand.

"Yea...all last week...in here...dreaming how I wanted to fuck! Can't you tell?"

"You are sooooooo fucking hot." He said as he rammed his cock deep.

He pounded me and I creamed on his cock. I could feel every inch. I squeezed his cock and felt myself tighten and grip him. His thrusts felt unusually intense. He was rough with me.....holding my shoulders as he forcefully fucked me. I bounced back...hard... and ground against his cock. This was not gentle love-making. This was a monarch nailing his rival's treasure.

The height of the bed allowed me to thrust and rock against him. He lifted off my back. He stood almost upright bending his legs to get the right height and angle. I pulled my legs together and he put his legs outside of mine. His hands were on my ass. In this position, my pussy was tightly clamped to his cock. "Fuck! Yea!" he exclaimed. "What a perfect ass."

"You feel that?" I asked as my pussy contracted around his cock. The kegel exercises had strengthened my pelvic muscles so that I could squeeze and relax my grip on his cock.

"Fuck! Yea! Feels great!" he almost shouted. "Fuck my cock!"

I bounced as fast as I could. He stood still and I stroked his cock fast...with just my pussy. I flicked my hips as fast as I could...almost the speed of jerking off a guy with quick strokes. I was burning with desire. This was almost too intense. He'd have to come soon. I couldn't stand it for long. I pulled off and jumped forward on the bed. I was breathing deeply from the exertion. He stood at the foot of the bed...watching me. I rolled onto my back. My legs were spread and I looked at him with my legs framing my view of his sexy body. He was leering at me. It turned me on. I only wanted him to fuck me. Every other thought was gone. I was a cunt for him.

I reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips...showing him everything. "You like my cunt?" I pulled my ankles back towards my ass...lifted my ass off the bed....and aimed my pussy at him. "You wanna fuck it? C'mon, fuck me!" My pussy was creaming with desire. My lips were engorged and wide open.

He moved fast to the bed. He grabbed me under my ass and lifted me higher...pressing his face hard to my cunt. His tongue was everywhere...darting and pressing. He swung around and lay on top of me. He straddled my body with his cock and balls at my face. He buried his face in my crotch. His weight was supported by his knees which were near my chest. I stretched upwards from the bed to get his cock in my mouth. I took all I could. I grabbed his ass and pulled him downward. With his cock in my mouth...I lowered back to the bed and pressed on the mattress. His cock pressed deep to my throat. His balls dangled above my eyes. He was eating my cunt....seeking every crease. I reached to his ass...felt his wet sack, the hot wet ridge behind his balls. I felt everywhere...I felt over his asshole. I let my fingertip rest on his anus. I pressed. He was tight but my finger entered just a bit. In another position, I would have sucked his balls...sucked behind them...tasted his puckered hole. My wildness welled up from a deep burning well of desire. It felt like times during my college years when sex was so good I'd lose all control. Maybe the fantasies brought it out of me. His energy seemed boundless. I sucked his cock and felt him harden and pulse.

He moved off me and rolled me to my side but kept his face glued to my cunt. His cock popped from my mouth as I raised one leg for him. He moved and licked my entire slit and went back to my ass. He licked me there. His finger circled my asshole and entered. He pressed deeper and harder. It felt painful, in a good way, as his finger pressed in. 

I lay back moaning uncontrollably. I came. I exploded. My body was wracked with spasms. His mouth remained glued to my pussy. I was burning all between my legs. His slick face was hard to my dripping slit. I felt his tongue seeking every fold. His flicks across my clit were too intense. I squeezed my legs and he moved off my pussy. Any more stimulation would have made me faint. Slowly he slipped his finger from my ass. My spasms squeezed his finger as he withdrew. All between my legs from pussy to asshole tingled and burned. I felt my cunt and ass contracting. I lay on my back and he moved to lie by my side. I brought his wet face to mine and we kissed. Our wet mouths and tongues entwined. His kingdom owned mine. He tasted mildly of tequila and my come. I looked in his face. The playful look I had seen earlier when teasing him was now replaced by an intense look of sexual hunger. "You're dangerous, my lord" I whispered. I traced his nipple with my finger...... I wet my finger and traced it again. His nipple was tight and hard..little hard bumps ringed it as I played. "You're gonna make me do things..." I said jokingly but I knew it was true. "I need to catch my breath!"

He rolled to his back. His arms were crossed behind his head and formed a crown. I held my fingers on his lips. I traced over his wet chin and down to his chest. He had little body hair except at his lower belly and cock. I kissed his nipple and teased it with my tongue. I wondered if it excited him like it does me. 

I lay my head on his chest. I was lying on my side facing his face. He toyed with my tit and gently pinched my nipple. 

"And what might you do?" he asked.

"I'll let you know...." I laughed. "So, how do you want to come?"

"I have choices?"

"You are king. You know you do."

He held my nipple in a loose pinch. "Mmmmmm.. a princess blow job would be nice...." He squeezed my nipple tighter.

"You are going to get an awesome blow job! Is that what you want?"

He pondered that choice. "That tight ass looks awesome." He sounded like a guy picking off a menu. I liked how he was teasing me.

"Mmmmmmm' I purred. I'd decided he would have it if he wanted. 

"But that tight pussy is what I want first." He announced his final decision with eager and certain resolve.

"Oh baby" I purred.... "Fuck my cunt. You know I want it..." I was on my side and lifted my knee, spreading my legs wide. The burning between my legs had subsided enough. I could take him now.

He rolled me onto my stomach and moved to crouch between my legs. I rose onto my knees. My head was low, resting on the bed. My tits hung low, my nipples just touching the warm sheets. The tank top was crunched up around my neck. He moved behind me and closer to my ass. His hands held my ass cheeks and spread them. I arched my back... presenting my wide open cunt to him. He paused briefly. I know he was admiring my wide open and thoroughly drenched pussy. I know my asshole was a temptation. He held his cock and rubbed the tip along my slit. My lush labia swelled to kiss his cockhead. His cock passed over my anus. I half expected him to try and enter. His cock thrust in... to my burning cunt.

My pussy had relaxed after I came so violently earlier. His cock now slipped in smoothly. My dripping cunt offered little resistance. He pressed deep and I felt his balls mash on my labia. I felt myself spasm. It was involuntary. My cunt was rippling around his hot shaft. I moaned..... "Yea..... feel my cunt?" He held steady. Pressed deep inside, his cock reached the end of me. I quivered around it. My strong muscles clenched and released. He could stand no more. He began thrusting hard and fast. The slapping sound echoed in the room. I was burning hot. Sweat poured from our bodies. His hands cupped my tits. His thrust slammed me forward. I pressed back to take each one. I felt every inch. Piercing me, he fucked like a madman. I felt my hot breathe explode from my lungs. I said things.....that came from my deepest cravings....."ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck that feels great...... oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh." "You like my tight cunt..............don't you?" "Come for me..............." "Let me feel it.....!" The king/princess fantasy was past. This was animal fucking at its purest.

He exploded. His wet body stiffened as he pressed deep with a final thrust. I felt heat spill inside me. My pussy was quivering and he throbbed as spurts of come splashed deep in my cunt. My body was exhausted. His hands scratched down my back to my ass. He held my hips and stayed deep inside. My swollen wet labia pursed around his cock. I briefly imagined that he could see them. I felt the hardness of his cock soften just a bit. He was breathing heavily. His fingers probed along his shaft and pressed on my slippery lips. A finger lingered on my asshole. He moaned and withdrew. He collapsed on the bed next to me. I slipped to fall flat on the bed. A thick puddle of cream oozed from my slit and wet the bed. I tightened my pussy and kept his sperm dammed inside.

"That was amazing" I said as I lay next to him. "You are truly my king." 

He laughed and put his hand over my swollen and sticky mound. His fingers probed my creamy hole. I took his hand and brought them to my lips. Our come tasted like salty cream. 

"Ohhhh my" he sighed. I saw him melt to the bed. I sucked his fingers. He watched me as I curled next to him. My breasts were heaving. My nipples were soft now. Delicate brown buttons atop my firm and tanned tits were just touching his hot skin. 

"I spend part of most days....nude on the deck." I wanted him to know this. "Sometimes I dream of what we just did." I sighed. The urge to tell him about things I craved came from some deep burning well. "I wanted to suck you on the beach....I don't care if someone sees."

"Why didn't you?"

"Afraid you would think I was some nasty slut gone wild."

He lay on the bed and stretched out his lean frame. He turned on his side, his arm crooked to hold his head. "I think you are amazing. I wondered about you..... why you were sounding distant...?" His voice trailed off. 

I was on my side, facing him. "I need time away... to re-charge." I smiled at him and felt surprisingly at ease disclosing my feelings. "I guess I worry too much." He seemed to understand. He seemed confident and relaxed. I reached down and held his soft cock. I cradled it in my hand...felt its weight. "I dream about this. Wouldn't it be wild.....to fuck on the beach" My thought drifted off. We both reflected on the prospects.

"That was awesome" he whispered. A low moan rose from his chest.

"Am I nasty? You know.... I'm surprised how wild we are?" A wicked look crossed my face. I felt a stream of come drip along the back of my thigh. I rolled more to my front; the drops inched along the crease on front of my crotch. A few streaks dripped down from my labia and fell to the bed. 

"Yea, you are nasty." He touched my nipple as he said it. He pinched and twisted it... and I pinched the tip of his cock in return. 

"I think you're going to fuck me a lot this summer. We'll try new things" I announced this as I gently pulled the tip of his cock with my finger tips. The tip was wet and slippery. "You want that too?"

"Yea." He looked at me intensely. "Ohhhhhhhh.....this is unbelievable......" he whispered and lay back flat on the bed.

"You thirsty?" I asked. "Let's go get something." I rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. 

"I need to use the bathroom," he announced. 

"Meet me in the kitchen. I need to clean up."

He rose from the bed. His tan contrasted with his pale ass cheeks. I noticed again how fit he was. He cock swayed heavily as left the bedroom for the bath down the hall. I heard the sound of a strong stream of pee from the adjourning bathroom. I rose and took my skirt and went to the bath off our bedroom. In the bath, I wet a face cloth and washed my thighs and pussy. His come was still flowing. In the closet I got a pair of heels and wondered if I should wear nothing else. I knew there were sexy thongs in my dresser. I selected a white silk thong, more a g-string than a thong, and pulled it on. It felt a bit strange wearing one having gone without undergarments for weeks. The soft silk felt smooth against my bare lips. I thought it would keep me from dripping. I then pulled down the white tank top. In heels I went through the house to the kitchen.

Nude, he was standing near the doors to the deck. He whistled softly as I entered carrying a pair of his shorts. I moved close to him and tossed his shorts on the counter. It was clear I was not offering them to him to put back on.

"Beer? Margarita?" I asked.

"Beer sounds great"

I grabbed two from the fridge and opened them. I handed him his and we clicked bottles as we drank. The cold beer tasted great. It mingled with the taste of come lingering in my mouth.

"So, how do I look?" I asked and outstretched my arms and slowly spun in an exaggerated pirouette in the spacious kitchen. My deep tan contrasted with the tight white top and g-string.

"Like a sun goddess." He said without a hint of mocking.

"Mmmmmmmm, like a freshly fucked sun goddess, to be technically correct." I said with blatant honesty. 

"I agree!" He laughed and drank more of his beer. I liked that he played and teased back with me. 

We finished the beers on the deck. We walked out in the gardens and decided to go out for dinner. The evening was settling in and the sky was streaked with pink hues. We went back in and dressed for a nice dinner. I wore a sexy black cocktail dress and he wore slacks and a shirt. We enjoyed a long dinner and seemed more relaxed than the tourists who talked too loud about their times on the shore. 

We got home late and went to bed. Both of us were exhausted. I fell asleep in his arms. Spooning, his warm cock on my ass, I drifted into a deep sleep. We slept until late morning.

After breakfast we returned to the beach. I wore another bikini nearly as sexy as the white one. I wore the blue mini skirt and a sexy top. At our spot on the beach we relaxed and swam and let the day slide by. People strolled along the beach as they had on Saturday. Being Sunday, the beach started to empty in mid afternoon as people returned to the city.

"Let's see where this goes." I said suddenly. A pang of fear crossed my thoughts. Would we get caught? Would people see? Would scandal sweep the kingdom? I moved to look up and down the beach and stood next to him. He remained on the towel and gazed up at me. I feel his hand on my leg. I put on the skirt and wiggled off the bikini bottom. I found the tank top and slid it on as I undid the bikini top. It felt good to have them off.




Summer At The Beach House Ch. 03



I sat back on the towel and pressed my backside into him. I felt his thinly covered hot cock on my bare ass cheeks. I knew it was a dangerous game. I knew I'd want more of this. I felt myself slipping and my self-control evaporating. "Enter me." I said, knowing he could lower his shorts and slip in. I wiggled my ass and felt his cock flip as my ass cheeks brushed his shaft. His hand stroked my arm. "Mmmmmmmm, feels good." I purred. "Your kingdom isn't watching."

I turned and moved into his embrace. I kissed his ear. I pressed my breasts to his hot chest and his hand stroked down my back to my ass. "You're dangerous, my king." I moaned.

He reached for his shirt to cover our coupling. "You don't need that." I said and pressed backward to welcome his cock. He entered me. I had massaged cherry oil on my cunt before we left for the beach. I didn't need the extra lubrication but with it I was as slippery as an overripe peach.

Both of us knew what was next. I wiggled as he went deeper and I kissed his hand that pulled my hair from my face. He held me tight...pulling me hard to his body. I felt his breath as he kissed my ear. His tongue slipped along wetting me there. I felt powerful and fearless. "I think it's time for round two, my king."

I slipped off his cock and turned to face him. I noticed no one was nearby. I kissed down his neck and chest. By the time I reached his waist, his cock was rock hard and peeking from the waistband of his shorts. I curled on my side to bring my head to his cock. He tasted of salt, cherry oil and cream. His cock felt fantastic as I took him as deep as I could. I held the base to steady us and brought him deeper. Any further would make me gag. I slowly slipped off. With my other hand, I felt the wet slash of my silky slit between my legs. I was soaked. Some was certainly his cock, some the oil, but much was my excitement of doing this in public.

I moaned as I went down on his cock. He was rocking his hips in synch with my bobbing head. I felt the deep urge to please him. The position was awkward and I shifted to create a better base in the sand beneath the towel. The position and height were better. I pulled up my top and drew him close. His cocked throbbed at my face and I snuggled into his pubes. His balls were tight and full and irresistible. The front of his shorts was pulled down. The back still covered his ass. I licked and sucked his cock and balls in turn. My tits pressed to his thighs. He sprawled on his side, legs spread, and he watched me. I moved up from his heavy balls, gazed in his eyes, and took his cock into my mouth. 

He tensed and said "someone is coming." I stopped and covered myself and sat upwards to see. A couple was at the water and must have seen us. They hung there for a bit and moved on. I saw him, then her, look back. My husband was curled on his side, his cock still exposed. From their vantage point, the couple could not see. Unless they were blind, both saw my dark nipples under the damp top. "So what" I thought. 

As they moved away I lay back on my spot. I held his hips and pulled him forward. He responded, knowing what I wanted. He held my head with both hands, his fingers entwined in my hair. He began to fuck my hot mouth. I moaned with pleasure. I moved my hands to the base of his wet cock. I held the short length of him that I could not take and let him thrust into me. He was careful. His thrusts were strong and deep but I knew he was holding back. I slipped one hand from the base of his cock and cupped his balls. I tugged and teased them as he rocked back and forth. My saliva coated his shaft and wet his balls. My fingers were wet and I rubbed back, behind his sack. I felt his hot, slick anus. I slipped a finger in and immediately felt his cock quiver in my willing mouth. Using my finger, I pulled him deeper and increased the tempo of his strokes. My finger slipped deeper, past my knuckle. I gently pulled it outward then pressed inward with his strokes. He rocked backwards and I leaned back letting his cock fall from my mouth. My finger remained in his ass, his balls cupped in the palm of my hand. I wiggled my finger, probing him. "You like that?" I asked with a hoarse voice.

"Oooooohhhhhh, jeez!" He exclaimed, 'it's too good."

"I wonder if she'll do her guy." I asked about the couple who saw us. 

"I'm sure he'd love it." He said as he squeezed the base of his cock. His shaft flared with excitement.

I sat upright on the towel. My hair was mussed. My lips were swollen and my face was wet and flushed. The cherry oil added a sweet burn at the back of my throat. Some drops of saliva streaked my tank top over my breasts. My nipples were hard and pointy. I looked up and down the beach. I tugged at my short skirt to try and cover my bare ass. 

"My king?" I said, "I think you know... ahhhh.. well... some people have been watching us."

"Yea???" he said somewhat uncertainly. 

"Yea...did you see the couple near the water? Well another two are up near the dunes."

"Yea... I saw the two at the water... can they see you were naked? I think they may have seen your hot ass." He looked up to the dunes where a couple sat looking out to sea.

"Yea... he was watching...and yea...she saw too. I think my bare ass was visible." I rubbed my knees and looked at my king. He looked uncertain. I knew I'd have to take a lead if anything more were to happen. He seemed oddly shy. "Look what you do to me....." I said as I pulled my short skirt up so that the hem was above my waist. My tanned legs were spread a bit. My tanned thighs were soft and smooth. My mound was swollen. Not a wisp of soft hair was above my slit. My slick crease was like a short arrow pointing to heaven. "Touch me."

He slipped a finger inside. The walls of my cunt were so slippery and soft. I squeezed and he felt the strength I had developed. He slipped in a second finger. The cherry oil had some ingredient that heightened the burning. It lingered and felt great. 

His fingers slipped to my inner thigh and I noticed the wet streaks on my tanned skin. His fingers pressed my legs to open wider then went straight to my very engorged labia. I had not needed the oils. I was dripping wet...hot and slippery. He touched along my slit and explored my swollen lips. I burned as his fingers went back inside. My king knew the mysteries of women.

No one was within hearing distance. "I want you to fuck my mouth. Fuck it like you fucked my cunt yesterday. My king, come in my mouth if you want." My lusty crudeness excited me as much as him. He wiggled his thick cock. I lay back on the towel. He slapped his cock across my face. He knew he didn't have to be gentle. He smeared his cock on my cheeks, across my eyebrows. His precum streaked my already wet face. The couple on the dune must have seen me fall back to my position.

He squeezed the base of his cock. His grip was tight. I watched transfixed as his cock throbbed. The tip was flared and purple with a large clear thick droplet at the slit. My finger massaged into his hot asshole and I pressed upwards under his balls. Looking up at him, mouth open, I awaited his pleasure. I had no cares of the couple on the dune. If anything the idea of them watching excited me.

He gripped my head and thrust into my mouth. I relaxed my throat and he went deeper than any man had. I felt his balls graze my chin. I struggled not to gag and he pulled out only to thrust back in. I fingered his ass as he fucked me. He fucked wildly now and used my mouth like I wanted him to. The cherry oil helped me take his full length.

His first explosion was when he was deep. Hot cream flooded my throat. Some I swallowed; some splashed in my mouth. I pulled back reflexively. A thick stream hit my face and dripped on my nose, cheeks, and chin. I opened my mouth and he placed his cock on my tongue. More cream flooded my mouth. I let my lips seal softly around his shaft. He stroked his cock as I held his tip in my mouth. More hot cream, in smaller spurts, poured into me. I held him there until he was exhausted. He pulled off and was breathing heeavily as he curled on his side. I swallowed as he pulled up his shorts and sat up next to me.

"That was amazing." I said as I collected finger fulls of his come from my face. I smiled at him as I ate them from my fingers. He looked dazed.

"You're unbelievable!!!!" He exclaimed. "Are all girls in your kingdom like this?"

I laughed. "This one is." I reported this factually and he knew I was serious. "You bring out the nasty in me. You wanna try the other girls?" I looked up to the dune. The woman gazed off to suggest she did not see.

"No, no, no" he declared. "That would topple my reign."

We sat on the towel. Wet splashes streaked my top. I looked around. The couple on the dune had not moved. "I need to rinse off." I stood taking care to show my king that I had not replaced my bikini bottom. I ran down to the water with my blue skirt flying and breasts jiggling under my top. I dove in and swam out. He followed. We swam and floated out past the breaking waves. I rinsed my top and hair. I rinsed my mouth. The sea water overpowered the taste of sex. 

We swam in and I'm sure we were watched by several people down the beach and the two on the dune. My top had become almost transparent and clung to my chest. Every curve was revealed. I noticed whitish streaks on my breasts. His come had not entirely rinsed off.

We toweled off a bit and gathered our stuff for the short walk back to the house. I held a towel to me as we crossed the street and passing cars slowed to let us by. We went to the outdoor shower and I showered leaving the top and skirt on. Coming out he was on the deck waiting his turn. His wet shorts we on the deck rail and his exhausted cock hung limp and happy. "My princess" the king announced "you will win the kingdom's wet t-shirt contest for sure!" I laughed and lifted the top to show the king his victory trophies. He laughed, shook his head and went in to shower the sand from his royal carriage.

We had a light dinner and not long after his royal majesty got in his Honda and drove back to the imperial palace. 

I went to my bathroom and poured a hot bath. In the bright light of the bathroom I looked at maybe the nastiest concubine on the shore. I didn't need a photo to preserve that image. My hair was messed and tangled. Some dried gobs of come were still matted in my auburn locks. My eyes looked sultry like smoke had blurred my vision. My lips were chapped and swollen. Speckles of dried come flecked on my chest and neck. I held my tanned breasts. My nipples had retracted now. I cupped them. The thought of my king tit fucking me flashed through my mind. My tan was deep. A golden dark sheen covered every inch. Between my legs was a swollen mound. My well exercised labia hung below my shaven pussy. "My cunt" I said out loud. My tanned legs were toned and smooth. My knees were a bit scratched. My ankles and feet were sexy. I thought that cycling would burn off some of the erotic energy that was growing each day. Maybe it would increase it. I slipped into the warm bath and washed the scent of royalty from my pores. His taste still lingered in my mouth. I savored the memory.



Summer At The Beach House Ch. 04



Episode 4. Thank you for comments on episodes 1, 2, 3.

That night I went to bed after he called to let me know he was back at home. Nude I slept soundly and woke very early as the sun was rising. Lying in bed, I savored the scent of my husband on his pillow. Curling in the soft sheets I thought back over how we had played during the weekend. Although it was early, I couldn't sleep and rose from bed. Wandering through the house I was struck by the silence of the early dawn. I went upstairs and looked out the bedroom window on the front of the house. The sea looked calm. The sun was rising over the horizon. From what I could see the beach looked empty. 

Returning to my bedroom I got a short robe and sandals. Leaving the house, I walked down the drive, crossed the empty shore road and followed the path through the dunes. The light was softly bathing the beach in a pink/orange glow. I seldom woke this early and was pleased to enjoy the solitude of the deserted shore. All but those needing to get to work early seemed to be still asleep.

The sea was calm and the swells pushed lazily up onto the shore then retreated. I walked along wetting my feet in the swirls of water edging the beach. The rolling pebbles made a soft sound. I let the cotton robe fall open and walked along with my hands in the pockets. Stopping at the edge, I looked out to sea at the rising sun. The swirls of water eroded the sand beneath my feet that moved deeper in the wet sand. With my hands in the robe pockets, I held open the robe spreading it like wings. The sunlight streamed over me and I felt it warm my nude body. My nipples hardened. I wish I had brought the camera to take a photo or two to send to my husband. A thought of him admiring my photo, recalling our past weekend, stiffening with desire, flashed in my head. Was I being a slut for him? I warmed to the idea.

The water felt warm as the early morning air was cool. It promised to be a hot and sunny day. I would run errands and cycle with the bike club that evening. Looking down the beach I could see a person with a dog in the distance. The person was way off and I could not tell if it was a man or a woman. The other direction of the beach was deserted. I removed the robe and placed it with the sandals higher on the beach out of reach of the ebbing water.

Nude, I walked back to the water and entered to about my knees. The swells pushed the water higher. It felt good. Cool but not unpleasantly so I slowly moved deeper. The water splashed higher and wet my belly. I stayed at that depth and surveyed the shore. No one was visible except for the distant figure with the dog. I splashed water on my shoulders and wet my breasts. I dove in. The chill was brief and I swam out from the shore. Soon the water felt great. Swimming nude was a special pleasure. The feel of nothing hindering my movement beckoned me to swim faster and further from shore. I stopped to tread water and scan the beauty of the scene. At the boundary of land and sea I floated and understood that I was drawn powerfully to this place. Looking back, it was a turning point towards a decision about life back in the city. 

I floated and let the current carry me along. I rolled to my back and back-stoked in the rolling swells. After some time I swam with a breaking wave back to shore. Coming out of the water into the air brought on a chill. I walked down the beach and retrieved my robe. I used it to dry my face. Putting it back on I shivered slightly and watched the sun glow along the horizon. My nipples were tingling and hard. If only I had brought a camera I thought as I gently tweaked one. My king would enjoy a picture of his wet concubine. The sun was higher now and I walked back through the dunes to the shore road and crossed it to my driveway. 

At the house I passed through the gate to the garden and washed the sand off in the outdoor shower. Back in the house, I made coffee and listed the errands I'd need to run. To my surprise it was just after 6am. 

I tidied up the house getting the laundry done and the kitchen cleaned. Doing this in the nude felt satisfying somehow and the job was soon done. I watered the garden. I was industrious and wondered if the afterglow of the weekend's sexuality was energizing me this way. I decided it was. It felt good to be nude in my house and the freedom lifted my spirits. 

I dressed for a hot day and ran errands. First stop was the hardware store to get paint chips to select colors for the last bedroom. The guy in the store was helpful as usual and we chatted about my aunt and uncle. I informed him they were enjoying their travels and staying in touch. He asked if I was okay in the house. It was a kind inquiry without a hint of ulterior motive. I assured him my summer was going well. Living in a small community has it charms. The friendliness of neighbors, I observed, was something I'd not experienced much back in the city. 

I swung by the bike shop to pick up cycling shorts and a jersey. A young girl was at the register and a tech was tuning a bike in the work area. She showed me a rack of women's clothes and offered to help if I needed anything. The shorts were lycra and included a chamois pad in the crotch area. They did not look especially comfortable. I selected a black pair my size then searched for a jersey. I found two that I liked. One was a simple white sleeveless top; the other was green and short-sleeved. Both had three large pockets sewn in the back. I brought them to the counter and paid. We chatted and I explained this was all new to me and that the women in the cycling club recommended I buy the clothes. The girl in the shop advised that I would found them much more comfortable than regular shorts. I laughed and confided that I had learned, the painful way, that shorts were a bad choice. I asked if the owner was in and explained that he had fit me to my new bike. It turns out she was his niece and attended the local college. She told me he often cycled before work and was likely coming in later. She advised he would join the riding group that evening. She thought he was a fanatical cyclist and commented that he cycled several hundred miles per week. That seemed excessive to me and I looked perplexed. She saw my reaction and seemed amused. "You should ask him about his training. He's obsessive about it. So are some of the guys he rides with." I nodded knowingly. "Yea, those men look good to me" I confided. Her eyes caught mine and we share a flash of appreciation. I regained my decorum and collected my purchases.

Later that afternoon I wore the new apparel and rode to the meeting place. Once again two groups formed and cycled off. I road with the leisurely group and kept up. We chatted some as we road but mostly pedaled. After maybe 10 miles we stopped atop a small crest at the shore. We rested and watched as the elite group approached along the shore road. They passed before us and we all marveled at their speed and cadence. "These guys are good" somebody exclaimed as they sped by. I recalled my comment to the girl in the shop about their fitness. "These men look good to me" I silently thought, "just might take one home to see." I suspect similar thoughts flashed through the heads of the admiring women.

We assembled and rode a bit more swiftly back to town. At the pub we gathered for our usual end-of-ride celebration. The talk was friendly and I met more of the group. It felt good to be among a happy and accepting crowd.

As we were breaking up to go home, a group of the elite cyclists made plans for a party on the beach after Wednesday's ride. The forecast was for hot days and warm nights for the next week. Apparently a custom of the group was to pack into SUV's and drive out onto the dunes past the state beach. The enthusiasm for the event was contagious and I indicated that I might go. It really depended who was planning to go and if I would be comfortable with the crowd.

After Wednesday's ride about 15 people gathered to go out to the dunes. The remaining went to the pub as usual. I decided to go and rode with Eric and Tim, two of the racer-types. Tim was accompanied by his girlfriend, Heather, who worked for a local restaurant. Eric, I learned, had a girlfriend who was away on an internship for school. I cycled back to my house and changed into shorts and a top. They soon stopped by to pick me up. We four were in Tim's Toyota 4Runner and drove to the state park. At the park, we stopped to release air from the tires so we could drive onto the sand. We passed through a gate where a ranger confirmed that we had a pass to drive on the beach. It was an adventure and we talked excitedly about finding a place to gather as a caravan on the beach. We drove along a rutted path but the truck never bogged down. After maybe a few miles or so we swung through a pass in the dunes and drove onto the beach proper. The wet sand near the waterline made for easier travel and we sped more quickly. Soon we arrived at an encampment formed by the others. We parked our SUV with the others and formed a semi-circle to create an alcove for the party. The group was gathering coolers and some built a fire-pit with driftwood for when night fell. 

The party was festive. Reggae music played loudly from an SUV. A group was tossing a Frisbee and Eric joined in. I followed. It was warm and most guys were wearing shorts and tee-shirts, or just shorts. Most women were in shorts and tops although some wore just bikinis. I wore khaki shorts and a sleeveless green plaid top. As usual, there was nothing beneath. We played and the game got more challenging. Players tossed the Frisbee to make catching it a feat. Some dove into the waves to attempt to grab a toss skimming over the water. I stayed on dry sand and was glad no one tried to tempt me into the water. After a bit we stopped for beers and watched the sky turn orange/pink/purple with the glow of the setting sun. 

As the light faded, the game resumed. It was more vigorous now as tosses tested catchers' skills. More were drawn into the water. I heard a low whistle and looked in the direction that captured the gaze of a few guys near me. Two women were laughing and splashing in the waves. Both were topless. Their bikini tops were wet and crumpled in their hands as they exited the sea. They tossed them on the sand and ran again into the foaming sea as someone tossed the Frisbee beyond their reach. Each dove trying, without luck, to catch the disc. One retrieved it and tossed it to a guy on the shore. I, and everyone else, noticed her dark, hard nipples like bing cherries atop her firm breasts. Her tan lines revealed that she wore a quite skimpy string bikini. I secretly compared my total tan to her lined torso.

Our game continued and I unbuttoned my top to the button just below my breasts. The temptation to remove it entirely tugged at me. I resisted and remained clothed as we played the game. I knew with my tosses that my breasts swung freely. A watchful eye could surely detect an absence of tan lines as my top stretched open with my throws. The game became more energetic as the light faded. Most men had stripped to just shorts now and only a minority of women, including me, was no longer topless. 

Someone lit the fire and people gathered around with beers in hand. Night descended and the sky turned darker as the remaining rays of light lit the horizon. A deep purple sky began to reveal its brightest stars. The topless women saw no need to cover themselves. The talk was about sports, fitness, and the gorgeous setting. A growing sense of eroticism seemed to envelop us. It was not just me. I could see excitement in the eyes of many. The air was warm yet all exposed nipples presented tight points indicating these women knew exactly what was on the minds of the attentive men. My plaid top clung to me and I did not try to cover my excitement.

Someone pulled out skewers and embedded the handles in the sand with chicken kabobs and sausages extended over the coals. We drank beers and watched the food sizzle. It was tribal. The crowd shared a common fascination with the fire and the promise for more adventure. When the food was cooked, it was passed around to all on paper plates and paper towels. We ate and drank with the shimmering flames lighting us. The sight of topless women gathered in the firelight must be irresistible as the men's eyes seemed glued to these scenes. The crowd quieted as we ate. The women knew exactly what they were doing. 

As we finished we tossed the used paper towels and plates in the fire. The flames brightened. A girl, with smeared hands, announced that she needed to rinse off. Dirty thoughts must have flooded the group and many announced a same need. 

Most of the crowd scurried to the water. Many discarded their remaining clothing. The clothes formed a line of flotsam and jetsam above the waterline. Shouts and giggles filled the night air as the party goers splashed in the waves. 

I moved with Eric, Tim and Heather down to the water. Tim and Heather stripped nude and dove in. Eric paused and asked if I was joining them. I was sorely tempted. I paused and declined, reluctantly. Eric asked if I'd mind if he went in. "No, of course not. I just don't think I should" I stammered. He looked at me. "Yea, I understand" he said. I read his disappointment; I imagine he saw mine.

He jogged down to the waterline and paused. I watched him in the dim, flickering light. He pulled off his tee to reveal a strong and lean torso. His arms dropped to his waist, and to my pleasure, he unfastened his shorts and let them fall to the beach. I felt so conflicted as I checked out his nude body and tight ass. This guy was incredibly fit. This magnificent toned athlete turned to check back on me and then dove into the sea. The urge to follow welled up in me.

A few of us remained on the shore. We were all a bit sheepish in knowing we were missing the fun. I assumed each must have had a good reason. I was so tempted to follow the crowd, to find Eric in the waves. His girlfriend and my husband were so far away. Would some-one in the crowd reveal us if I did?

I returned to the fire and helped toss on more driftwood. The flames rose. I learned that this part of the beach, away from the guarded area was considered a 'natural' beach. Bathing suits, even during the day, were optional. Soon some nude swimmers returned, some with clothes in hand, and gathered near the flames. Excitedly they talked and grabbed more beer. I tried not to let my eyes linger on the sexy bodies. The sight of swinging cocks was everywhere. The flickering firelight added motion to the swaying members. This was tribal, like Lord of the Flies.

"Hey party people" Tim announced to no one and everyone as he returned with Heather. Both were nude. Both were drunk. Both grabbed another beer and drank deeply. I saw that Tim was semi-erect or a very lucky guy. Heather was dripping wet and looked pleased with the developments. The crowd grew as more returned from the sea. Heather clung close to Tim and found ways to brush against him. Eric was among the last to re-appear from the waves. I felt awkward in the company of Tim and Heather whose touching approached foreplay. I selected two beers and walked down to meet Eric as he searched for his shorts. He stood, nude, at the crumpled clothes and searched for his. I handed him a beer knowing it would delay his dressing. 

"Nice swim?" I asked. He looked gorgeous. Lean and dripping wet he stood like a warrior on the beach. "Yea, refreshing! It sobered me up" he said. He made no effort to cover his nakedness. I handed him a beer and strained to not let my gaze linger on his gorgeous cock.

"I was so tempted" I admitted. It was true. I wished I was nude and wet too. Would we have touched in the waves? It would be so easy. The temptation to touch him now was rising like the flames of the bonfire.

"Why didn't you?" He asked but I think he knew the answer. "My husband, your girlfriend. You know" my voice trailed off. He heard my indecision. Our thoughts lingered on the possibility. We sipped the beers. He stood nude as the soft light from the fire illuminated us.

"You look great." I confided this not realizing how brazen it must have sounded. He placed his hands on his hips and stood akimbo. I laughed. "Yea, you do!" I repeated this as I looked over his taut frame and saw amusement in his eyes. His cycling jersey and shorts had left pronounced tan lines. I liked the athletic look. His manhood hung like a thick vine from a crop of glistening dark bush. I was so wet. It was all I could do to resist touching him, touching it.

I knew I'd either need to pull away and retreat back to the fire or stay and maybe signal my intentions. I stayed and helped him find his shorts. I held a rumpled pair out to him. He examined them and concluded they were his. I, and I'm sure he, were disappointed as he slipped them on. I watched as he tucked himself into the rumpled shorts. The memory of his cock dangling seductively in the night air lingered as we returned to the fire.

We stayed by the fire and the crowd started to disband. It was getting late and Eric and I prompted a now quite drunk Tim and Heather that it was about time to leave. We gathered our stuff and Eric announced that he'd drive back. Tim balked but agreed. Tim had more than a few beers too many. I think Heather clinging wetly to his arm was an enticement to surrender his keys. Tim had gotten his shorts back on and Heather had done the same with his tee-shirt and her shorts. We bid farewell to those lingering by the fire and climbed into the Toyota.

Eric drove Tim's SUV from the beach. I sat up front and Tim and Heather were crumpled in the back seat. We drove down the dunes in the darkness and save for the beams from the headlights, the night was dark. The sea and sky merged as a dark expanse dotted by starlight. I turned on the seat to chat with Eric and check on the back seat occupants. Tim and Heather were cuddling and kissing. In the dim light I noticed her fingers were exploring the long, hard ridge pressing along the front of Tim's shorts. Tim's eyes caught mine and he grinned wickedly as she leaned to him. I noticed his hand was high on her thigh and his fingers lost in the upper reaches of the leg of her shorts.

Eric's eyes were on the tire tracks leading us to the road. I sat sideways on the seat and enjoyed the adventure. Eric looked sexy in his faded shorts and tee-shirt. I recalled how he looked on the beach. I could see his eyes scan the track and cross to the rear-view mirror. His eyes twinkled. I looked in the back seat. Heather had lain across the seat. Her head was on Tim's lap. Her cheek rested on the sharp ridge in his shorts. Her hand was on his thigh, her finger tips lost in the open leg of his shorts. I sighed and again pictured Eric standing on the beach....his shorts somewhere in the sand. Did he share my recollection? Did the scene unfolding in the backseat lead us both to think of doing the same? The cabin of the truck reeked with eroticism.

We bumped along the sandy track and emerged at the state beach. Eric and I chatted seemingly ignoring the rustle and movement in the back seat. The ride was smoother as we passed onto the pavement and headed back to town. At a gas station we stopped to re-inflate the soft tires. I got a diet Coke from the store and returned to join Eric in the front of the SUV. We drove off into the erotic night. Eric smiled as we both heard more rustling and the unzipping. I advanced the stereo to a favorite Bob Marley song. We drove on and I imagined Heather gorging on a salty cock. A gaze to the back seat confirmed this.

As we drove, Eric and I discussed how to return to our homes. We decided to drop me at my house and he would drive Tim and Heather back to Tim's place. He'd keep Tim's SUV and arrange to return it in the morning. During a pause in our conversation, I imagine we both thought of him coming to my place after he dropped the gropers off. I was sorely tempted to suggest it. Honestly, I thought at least a BJ would be a way to end the adventure. In my heart I knew if we went that far it would be much more. The thought excited me and I came so close to whispering something nasty in Eric's ear. I'd slide over on the seat. Leaning close, I'd whisper "I'd like a taste too. Come to my place after you drop them off." I didn't do it. I sat silently on the seat and tried not to notice the sounds from the rear seat.




Summer At The Beach House Ch. 04



We arrived back in town and the two in the back suspended their explorations and sat back upright. Eric and I smiled knowingly as the two re-appeared. "Hey, are we back already?" Tim slurred as we approached my house. "Yea, I'll get you two home after we drop off Jill" Eric explained. "Ahhh, we all can party at my place" Tim offered. "Maybe another time" I admitted to Tim....but more to Eric. I looked back at the couple in the backseat. Tim looked pleasantly buzzed and poised for the fun ahead. He had the disheveled look of a man interrupted. Heather looked like pure sex. Her skin was blushed and her lips were swollen and pouty. Her tee was rumpled and askew. Her shorts appeared undone. Secretly I wished the same look for myself.

We pulled into my driveway. As we stopped, I bid the two in the back a goodnight. I leaned over and touched Eric's shoulder and kissed his cheek. My top was still unbuttoned to just below my breasts. I felt the top stretch and cradle my breasts. I resisted the temptation to touch his thigh and run my hand up high. Did he want me to as much as I wanted it? The moment came and went and I exited the truck. "That was a great evening" I confided. "We should do it again" Eric replied. I fished out my key and entered my house as they pulled from the driveway.

I watched the Toyota's tail lights as they sped away. I unfastened my shorts and felt myself. My pussy, my cunt, was a hot sticky swollen mound. I slipped a finger along the engorged slit and felt faint with overwhelming cravings. I slipped off my few garments and went to the couch. Within minutes I came in explosive spasms. If Eric returned, he could find me melting on the couch. He could take all that he wanted and leave sometime in the morning drained and exhausted. I fell asleeep, nude, on the couch with the TV on. Sometime in the early morning I awoke. It was dark and the light from the TV lit the room. I rose and turned it off. The air was still and warm. I felt restless. 

What if he had stayed? Would I be regretting our actions? I walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. Sipping it I looked out on the driveway. I wondered if Eric was awake. Might he be tempted to swing by? I knew the moment had come and gone. An erotic idea arose in my thoughts. If he had stayed and we played, we would fall asleep on the couch. I would awaken him with a soft wet kiss on the very tip. We'd slip down to the beach for a late-night swim. Nude, we'd risk being illuminated by the headlights of some night owl still on the prowl. We'd hide in the bushes like burglars and steal along the dunes to the sea. Swimming would renew our depleted energies. Back on sand he'd fuck me on the beach and we'd sneak back to my house to rinse off the stains.

It didn't happen.

The week slipped by as usual. Getting things done on the house used my energies. I cycled some around the town. My legs were stronger making the miles invigorating rather than exhausting. Thoughts of Eric, on the beach, flashed through my head as I cycled along the shore but I fought them back. I emailed several nude photos of myself to my husband to excite his interest. Doing so inflamed mine. One photo was my favorite of the ones I took of me in the blue skirt and white top. The one where I was on my stomach, skirt bundled high above my waist and my pussy and ass prominently exposed. I also sent a pic of me nude on the deck. Another was a more recent pic of me reclining nude on our bed. I liked how the shadows and bright sunlight highlighted the curvature of my tits and gentle mound of my beckoning cunt. On Friday evening my husband returned. I was ready for him. I was waiting on the couch that I had covered with a fresh bed sheet.

His car swung into the driveway. The headlights illuminated the front of the house and streaks of light passed through the darkened living room as he drove up the drive. Turning off the TV, I lit several candles on the mantel and returned to the couch. I heard him entering the doorway to the kitchen and his footsteps through the dining room. "My courtesan?" He queried with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "You here?" 

I had no uncertainty. The sights and sounds of his royal return were like a switch turning on a simmering furnace. Wet flames erupted between my legs. The embers had been smoldering all week. The orgasm from my masturbation after the evening with Eric had only added fuel to the fire that now flared brilliantly. The explicit photos I had emailed my king promised him a wild reunion. 

I reached between my legs and felt my freshly shaven mound. It was drenched with excitement. His footsteps brought him to the living room.

"Ahhhhh, my courtesan!" He voice dripped with satisfaction. He paused on the threshold of his awaiting concubine.

I was lying prone on the couch. My hair was down. He may not have noticed the scrunchy on the coffee table. I placed it there earlier in case he wanted to view my face when I serviced him. I was nude save for black fishnet stockings and heels. He may have seen my matching pearl earrings and necklace. I borrowed them from my aunt's collection. He sat and his weight pressed down on the cushions beneath my splayed legs. "My king" I intoned. "I'm ready for you to fuck me." His hand fell immediately to between my legs. I quivered as his fingers explored my silky crease. "See what you do to me?" I moaned as his fingers and eyes found the answer to my question.

"What a welcome!" He said with a hint of feigned surprise and genuine delight. He found and gently tugged the ring affixed to the beads that were deep within me. I felt them shift in my cunt. Reflexively I tightened and gripped them. The force held them tight and resisted his tugging. "Feel that?" I asked as I retracted the slippery bead back inside. "I've been practicing for you." 

"Jeez, you're incredible." He kissed my lower back and over my bare ass cheeks. "Fuck me, I need you to fuck me" I implored as he kissed lower. I arched my back and spread my legs wider. I tried to present my aching pussy to his darting tongue. He found my glistening clit like a pearl throbbing between my swollen folds. He lingered on my welcoming entrance. He moved back to explore and rim my back door. I squirmed with excitement. "Fuck me!" I almost pleaded with uncontrolled cravings for his cock. The rhythm of increasingly sexual weekends and accumulating desire during the weekdays brought me to new levels of boldness. The routines of working around the house, watching TV, and back to working had really become routines of exercise to ready for sex. My summer at the beach house exceeded our wildest expectations. My pleadings to be fucked were blatant demonstrations of how much I had changed. Weeks ago I was a stressed and anxious teacher preoccupied with my job. Now I was a courtesan for my king.

He tugged at the ring and one of the beads slipped outward. I quivered as it exited my cunt. "Oh fuck" I nearly shouted "I've held them in for hours." He growled some wolf-like sound. He held the bead and I remained splayed on the couch. No modesty constrained my pose. I knew he was watching my cunt grip the string of beads. My back door was glistening wet. I felt a slight quiver radiate between my legs as his fingertip landed on my anus. He pressed the slippery bead back inside my burning cunt. As he did, his finger slipped into my ass. Reflexively both holes tightened and gripped the insertions. I moaned and clutched the pillows on the couch. I pulled one under me, downward past my dangling breasts and bunched it under my hips. Gripping the couch and arching my back blatantly exposed everything to him. I felt nasty, in a very good way, to lose all inhibitions. They slid away as ferocious desire barely pent up during the week exploded to the surface. The burning sensation between my legs was phenomenal. His finger was deep in my ass as he tugged the first bead back out, I felt his finger press downwards. He was pressing within my ass and finding the hardness of the second bead poised at the opening of my cunt. I nearly fainted as his finger slipped from my ass.

"How does that feel?" He asked from his position between my spread legs. With one hand he held the first bead that he gently tugged; his other hand caressed my tanned ass cheeks and probed between them. I turned my face and rested my head on the crumpled pillow. The urge to be fucked was nearly overwhelming. But his fascination with my response to his toying held me in its sway. "It feels sooooo nasty" I said as his finger re-entered my anus. "You like what you see, baby?" I asked as I nudged my legs wider apart and clenched the beads and his finger. "Feel that?!" I gasped. He groaned as my sphincter contracted around his finger and the beads shifted under the grip of my well conditioned cunt.

I tilted my head backwards trying to see the look on his face. His gaze was intent on my most delicate pink areas. "Slip your finger from my ass, slowly." I gasped reflexively as he did "I feel every inch!" He did as I asked and leaned forwards on the couch resting his face on my ass cheeks. His face was rough with a short scratchy beard. I liked the feel. His finger fucked my ass testing my tightness as he slowly withdrew the beads. As each one exited my cunt, I felt him feel it through the thin wall with his finger. I came explosively. Knowing he was watching made it more powerful. His finger remained inside as the last bead slipped free. It was very nearly too intense and I moaned and whimpered incoherently. Gasping and giggling I was relieved when his finger slipped from my ass. "Oh gawd" I giggled breathlessly. "I've been dreaming of fucking all week, I'm such a slut for you." My panting continued. A few deep breaths brought me back to earth. I regained control as the burning sensations subsided to where I could think again. "It's your turn, as soon as my head stops spinning." Tears wet my cheeks as I caught my breath.

I gathered my legs and curled on the couch. Rolling to my side I sat upright and fell into his arms. He was still dressed in slacks and a shirt. "Fuck I didn't want to come so fast" I whispered. My voice sounded weak. I finally cleared my head as he held me.

"My king, do you like me this way?" I kissed his face as he exclaimed "oh fuck yea! Waiting for me, like this, is fantastic." I started to unbutton his shirt. He moved to help but I held his hand back. "Let me." He watched as his wife prepared for his pleasure.

I unfastened several buttons and reached inside to feel his hot chest. "You feel great." I moaned as I kissed down his neck to his chest. "I missed you so much this week." All thoughts of the party with the cyclists on the beach were gone. His chest was hot and smooth. I tasted his nipples then unbuttoned and kissed lower. "All week, work is a grind" he sighed. "I can't wait for the weekend, for this." He patted my bare ass. "Unbelievable" he exclaimed. His hand ran down over the fishnets then back to my bare ass. I licked his taut belly.

"Those pics you sent me were incredible!" I rose upright, straightened my back and jutted my tits for his inspection. Shaking my shoulders I jiggled them reminding us both of the pic I emailed him of me topless on the deck. "You didn't show them to your buddies, did you?" I asked teasingly. I wondered if he heard a subtle indication that he could and it would be alright by me. He cupped one tit and gently tugged it. The other followed in tandem motion. I liked how he played with them. He stroked over my tits and across my defined abs to feel the benefits of my exercising. "You've gotten in great shape" he whispered admiringly.

A feeling of guilt tinged my lust. I spent the weeks tanning, exercising, and readying for him. My summer had come to focus on pleasure and lust. He enjoyed every drop on the weekends but while he worked I was immersed in sensuality and eroticism. The beads rolled from the couch and clattered onto the floor. I chuckled "my lord, they get lots of use when you are away." I kissed his ear, "I'm training my cunt for you." He squeezed my tit and exhaled a deep hot breath. 

"My king, I want to make you happy." I kissed and nibbled his earlobe. "Jeez, this summer you've been unbelievable" he said as his hand cupped my ass and felt the wetness between my very swollen dangling labia.

"Can I suck my king's cock? Before he fucks me?" My expression revealed genuine desire. He tilted his head and nodded awaiting his wife. I unfastened the last of his shirt buttons and undid his slacks. To my delight he wasn't wearing underwear. His hot cock sprung free as I unzipped him.

I kissed down his chest fully exposed by his open shirt. Arriving at his shaft, I felt his pubes tingle my face and then engulfed him as deep as I could keeping my lips and mouth soft. I lifted off and smiled appreciatively. Rising up from his trembling phallus I cast my gaze upwards, my tanned breasts hung low just over his cock. He focused on me with piercing eyes. "Did that feel like my cunt?" I asked hopefully. My parted lips pursed in readiness. I saw a flash of excitement as he recalled my earlier attempts to test if he could feel the difference. I jiggled and swayed my tits to flip over his cock. "They missed you!" I explained playfully.

I grasped the base of his cock and squeezed, His member swelled and pulsed in my grip. The head looked like a swollen plum. "I adore this" I moaned as I sucked for his cream. He spread his arms along the arm and back of the couch. I softened and firmed my lips hoping it felt like my now well-conditioned cunt.

I lifted off. "You look uncomfortable in these clothes" I said with surprise. "My king, let me undress you." He laughed as I helped him slip off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and I tugged down his slacks. "Better" I announced as I looked at him stretched nude along the couch. I positioned pillows behind him to support him in imperial fashion.

The king's saliva-coated lance tilted towards his chest and trembled with excitement. Wenches in the kingdom would claw and scratch to assume my position. I returned to my adorations. The king indicated his approval by placing a hand on my head and guiding my movements. 

The air was warm and heavy. A light sheen of perspiration gleamed on our bodies. My entire body seethed with passion. The almost too intense sensations had subsided but not ceased. Feelings of hot, wet desire were all encompassing. In the dimly lit room we tangled in slick embrace. His slippery cock slid effortlessly to the back of my throat. I was getting better at deep throating him. The sensations of servicing him were powerfully satisfying for me. I lifted off and pressed my face to his balls. They were hot, full, and nestled high to his cock. I knew he was close. I kissed the crease along his leg and abdomen. He smelled like sex. He held my head and my face was made slick by his slippery shaft that flipped across my cheeks. My hair tangled in his lance. In some stories I read women described themselves as 'cock-sluts'; I knew exactly what they meant.

I lifted off and cleared my throat. The heat was making me groggy. "Your cream is sticky" I confided with a giggle. I sat up and moved next to him. My auburn hair was mussed and some was pasted to the wet streaks on my face. My makeup was smeared. I know I looked like a slut. The fishnets and pearls suggested a full range of options. I loved the animal lust in his eyes. It fed my eagerness to please him. The label of 'cum-slut' occurred to me and I accepted the title.

"My lord, did I look like this on the beach when you fucked my mouth last Sunday?" A wishful tone in my voice and inviting eyes conveyed my emotion. "Fuck yea!" He exclaimed. "The fishnets are so nasty. Those earrings and necklace are gorgeous" he announced as he inspected his courtesan. "My aunt's" I confessed. "The pearls that is" explaining my reference. "You can give me your pearl necklace on the beach." I snuggled closer still holding his cock. "I made myself come a few times this week thinking of us on the beach" I confessed. The idea of being watched had ignited my imagination. Would he want to see me smeared with his come on the beach? I admitted my nastiest thoughts to him and saw his cock swell with interest. 

Hunching my legs I brought my feet up on the couch. "Watch baby" I whispered as I slowly dripped oil on my belly. He moved and I shifted to afford him a view. I poured one, then a second, and a final splash of oil onto my cunt. My labia were slippery and hot. Now they were drenched. I poured a good dollop on the palm of one hand and placed the oil bottle on the coffee table. I coated his cock with the oil. The streaming extras that dripped downwards I massaged onto his balls.

I positioned myself over him and lowered. Grasping his cock I slipped him effortlessly into my soppy, oiled cunt. He lay back letting me pace the action. I lowered my weight to him and felt my labia touch the base of his cock and reach for his tightened balls. I held my body still and gently massaged him with just my pelvic muscles. "Mouth or cunt?" I asked teasingly. "Mouth" he teased back. I clenched my vagina and gently lifted, then relaxed and sank back. "You want more of that when I blow you?" I pressed down and leaned forward, jiggling my breasts for him. "At the beach, you wanna come on these?" I invited this fantasy to come true as I cupped my tanned tits. He moaned and I felt his cock judder. Just nasty talk and my quivering cunt were getting him off. I enjoyed the subtle power of my nastiness. It felt good to please him. My words welled up from some storage locker of deepest cravings. The book of erotic stories gave me lots of inspiration.

Positioned over him my legs were splayed wide. His body stretched between them as I firmly pressed down on him. My cycling and kegel exercise had strengthened me so I could control my movements. Lifting gently to release an inch or so of his shaft, I wiggled my hips subtly massaging his cock. He craned his neck to see his cock all but buried in my flaring lips. Lowering, I leaned forward and pressed on his pubic bone, His cock juddered. 

I leaned forward and braced myself by outstretching my arms to rest on the arm of the couch behind his shoulders. My tits were dangling over his face. Arching my back enabled a new pressure on his cock. Leaning forwards I pressed my tits to his face. He moaned "I'm so fucking close baby." He licked and nibbled my nipples. "Suck them baby" I moaned "harder." He did and drew one then the other nipple into his mouth. I felt his teeth close on each in turn. It hurt a little in a very good way.

I held still feeling his bites and his hot breath on my chest and neck. I relaxed my cunt muscles hoping to extend his build up. He repositioned a little but mostly lay back silently throbbing beneath me.

"Let me make you come my lord. Just like this." I pressed down on him. "Feel my cunt?" I squeezed and relaxed and smoothly thrust on his bone. It was almost automatic. My cunt rippled over every inch. Just the mere thought of tightening heightened the pulses that were like waves around his upright post. The sensations centered on my cunt and nipples but radiated throughout me. His cock was hard and swelling in resistance to my pulsing grip. In the sticky heat of our position, I gently swayed on his cock. The sensations built. Fires centered between our legs. My orgasm earlier had released much pent-up tension. Now, more relaxed, I felt the more subtle waves building towards yet another. 

He looked magnificent beneath me. His skin was glistening from the humid air and our actions. Streaks of oil from my touch marked his shoulders and chest. A grimace of pleasure lit his face. I could tell he was resisting the volcano building in his balls. "Close?" I inquired seeking signs that he could no longer resist.




Summer At The Beach House Ch. 04



His cock twinged to answer me. His breathing was fast and deep. I knew my king needed release.

"Come for me baby" I hissed. "Come in my cunt. I want to feel the explosion. Feel it like last Sunday when you splashed in my mouth." He face was scratchy on my tits. I liked the roughness. My cunt was rippling now uncontrolled by me. My nasty talk was like my cunt talking. Begging for his seed my cunt contracted then softened rhythmically. "I'll fuck you tomorrow baby. On the beach. People can watch me. Ohhhhhhhh." I rocked forcefully now and ground down on his cock. He rocked his hips fast and penetrated deep as I pressed down. Sweat made our bodies glow. I tasted salt maybe from our sweat and tears of joy. He exploded and hot seed gushed from his royal tip into his cum slut. It flooded me with slick heat. I felt him spasm repeatedly. My cunt and his cock pulsed in unison. I came again, less intense than earlier from the beads and his finger but more satisfying. Our bodies radiated heat as his semen blended with my cream.

"Ohhhhh, baby, that feels so good" he moaned as his drooped back to the couch.

Yea" I agreed, "I felt your come fill me." I remained in position willing my cunt to contract around his still hard cock. "Feel that?" I asked as I milked the final drops. "Fuck that's amazing" he sighed as I struggled to continue the exertions.

We remained fixed concentrating on the blending deep in my cunt. Exhausted, my cunt burned and the pulses subsided. I remained motionless feeling the king's deep penetration into his territory start to recede. I squeezed but my muscles were spent. Reluctantly I lifted off trying to tighten and not drop gobs on his royal shaft. I was not entirely successful.

I slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor beside him. He lay back exhausted. He sighed and made an effort to move so I could sit beside him. "Stay, my love" I whispered, "relax." He melted back on the couch. He looked rumpled and drained and very sexy. "Let's take it easy this weekend" I suggested. "You must be exhausted by work and commuting." "Yea" he admitted "but weekends make it fantastic." I understood and appreciated the efforts he was making. 

"Wanna go to the beach tomorrow, or relax here?" I sat back on my haunches trying not to drip on the wood floor. He pondered the options. His eyes closed lazily and I imagined he was evaluating imperial plans. "I can give you head, here on the deck, or, on the beach. You want that?" I offered hopefully. It seems the idea of the beach dominated my thoughts since the previous Sunday.

His eyes burst open as if awakened by a shout. He looked down on his mussed slut. "Do me at the beach" he announced as if ordering off a menu. "Mmmmmmmm, I like that too. I earned there is a nude beach down past the state beach" I confided without telling how I knew. "Let's go there. You can show me off."

"And will you go nude?" He inquired with renewed vigor. "If you want me too" I replied to make it feel like I was unsure. "Oh fuck yea" he decided. "Let's show off your amazing tan, those perfect tits." I shifted on my legs. Heat still simmered between my legs. I liked that he thought my tits were perfect. I worked hard to stay firm and fit. "And let's show off your kingly cock" I implored. "Fuckkkkkk" he said announcing his royal decision.

I looked him over and touched his now soft, slippery cock and balls. "We'll need to clean these, won't we?" I ran my fingertips over his slippery shaft and sack of jewels. As a royal slave to the king, I cleaned him. Each lick brought the flavor of our creams to my lips. My nostrils detected the heady scents of our come and the oil. He moaned softly as I thoroughly completed my task. He took the hint of my gentle pat under his thighs and lifted his titled hips so I could lick behind his hanging balls. When done I kissed the tip. "My lord, let's go to bed." 

We staggered to our feet and wandered wearily to our bedroom. He used the bathroom as I pulled down the top sheet. When he came into the bedroom, I went to the bath. In the mirror I saw the effects of our lovemaking. My hair was disheveled. My make-up and lipstick were smeared. Some wet flakes of his come glittered on my face and in my hair. My pearl earrings and necklace added an air of elegance to my decidedly slutty visage. The fishnets revealed my dirty desires. I liked how my sleek legs stretched within them. I peeled them off but the dirty desires remained. I removed the jewelry and washed my face. With a wet face cloth I removed the streaks on my thighs and dabbed at the headwaters of our cream. Returning to bed I collapsed on the clean sheets and we passed into deep slumber. 

In the morning I awoke and slipped from the bed. He was sleeping soundly and did not awaken. The sun was up and I made coffee then showered. After toweling dry I applied lotion to soften my skin. The view from the mirror revealed that my exercise routine had nicely sculpted definition to my arms, shoulders, abs, and legs. My breasts curved nicely and soft brown nipples pointed upwards from their perch. I hefted my tits and tested their weight. They jiggled playfully. I decided they maybe looked a little bit smaller with my weight loss and all over tan. I liked my figure. My jutting tits remained proportional to my body. My thinner waist attested to the many crunches I had done. Turning to view my profile, I saw that my tits projected nicely from my smooth shoulders. Turning confirmed that my cycling had tightened my ass. That exercise had particularly toned my legs and ass and created an enticing view from the back. My freshly shaved peach peeked sexily from between my round cheeks. I remained nude to prepare for the day's adventures.

In the living room I surveyed the scene of our night's passion. Collecting the beads, stained sheet and oil, I restored the decorum of the room. With wet paper towels I removed the splatters of dried come on the floor beside the couch where I had knelt.

I dressed in a bright patterned sundress and sandals to run out for a few supplies. It would be a hot sunny day. Per my summer custom, the dress was unbuttoned low revealing the swells of my breasts. I felt the lingering glances of a few strangers in the store. Returning home I prepared a small cooler for our trip to the beach. Deli sandwiches, chips, some fruit and beverages would do fine. I packed some beach towels, the day's paper, sunscreen, and my book of erotic stories in a beach bag. 

He came to the kitchen around 10am. Disheveled he looked ready for breakfast. We went to the deck and I had coffee as he ate a full breakfast. He was nude and totally at ease with being so. The beach house had become our sanctuary. We chatted about his work week and developments. His work project was expanding beyond the initial plans. He shared his excitement with the prospects to advance in the company. I decided not to raise my growing interest in quitting teaching and perhaps moving to the shore. His optimism was infectious and tempered my discontent with returning to teaching. He speculated that his company might expand rapidly and he had the potential for an equity stake in a new joint venture with another outfit. I had a sense this might mean a major change in our standard of living. We seemed on the threshold of something big and it energized us. Only later would the details emerge. We decided to be patient and not get ahead of ourselves. I held my concerns with the agonies of teaching to myself.

We finished breakfast and made final preparations to go to the nude beach. I told him of the stuff I packed and suggested he shower before we go. As he showered I found a pair of faded shorts and a light weight shirt for him. I'd wear the sexy sundress and nothing under. In case of a change in plans, I also selected one of my string bikinis. I hoped not to need it.

He came out of the shower looking refreshed. He looked fit. I complemented him and he shared that he was exercising more during the week too. He dressed and we gathered our stuff and went out to the car. The drive to the beach went by quickly. "You really going to go nude?" He asked with a sly smile on his face. "Well, I packed a bikini in case you don't want others to see me." 

He laughed heartedly. "I came last night when you said people could watch you fuck me."

"I know you did! It was quite a gusher."

"Did you mean it?"

I slouched some on the front seat. Drawing the hem of my sundress upwards, I uncovered my bare pussy. The sun shone through the window and streamed heat on my mound. Parting my lips, I felt the familiar slickness of my arousal. I wet my fingers and showed him. "See what the idea does to me?"

He shifted in his seat fitting his hard on more comfortably in the leg of his shorts. "Oh my. My wife is as horny as I am." He said this with deep satisfaction.

"Im gonna kiss the tip. Everyone can see." I announced this with clear resolve. I unfastened another button of my dress so the open neck plunged below my breasts.

He drove more quickly and we sped towards the state beach. It was good we did. The parking lot was nearly full and after paying to enter we found one of the few remaining spaces. We parked and gathered our stuff for the trek to the beach.

The patrolled area of the beach was crowded with families and couples. The lifeguards sat on elevated chairs watching the swimmers in the surf. We walked through the crowds to the wet sand at the water's edge where we removed out footwear. There I packed our sandals in the bag and we headed to the boundary defining the end of the patrolled area. I know my husband and perhaps a few onlookers enjoyed a nice view of my dangling breasts as I bent low to store the sandals. At the boundary a sign cautioned that the expanse of beach ahead was unpatrolled. It did not specify that bathing suits were optional but members of the cycling club had said they were.

We walked on and within a hundred yards or so encountered topless women and I knew the rumors were true. My husband's eyes wandered to a full-breasted woman walking towards the water. I tugged his arm and he laughed "well, you brought me here!" 

"Indeed I did, my king. Your people welcome your gaze." I hugged closer to his arm and his hand fell to pat my ass. He cupped my taut cheek. "See, my cycling has toned my butt for you" I teased. I liked that my workouts had helped me lose a few pounds but more importantly tighten and define my figure. I felt surprisingly easy about going topless or nude as I compared my fitness with the women on the beach. I unbuttoned the dress to the last button just above my navel. The dress opened revealing my now hard nipples. I was comfortable with the exposure. In fact it felt great.

We walked further and started to look for where to settle our things. As we walked we encountered more people spread about on towels and in the water. Nearly all were totally nude. They were generally spread out to respect the privacy of others. We passed a couple strolling nude towards us. The men revealed their attractions to her and I. We both felt the focused look of the men checking out our breasts. To be honest I confess I did notice that the guy's cock was perhaps a bit short but he compensated with width. Arousal welled up in me and I felt the familiar sensations in my belly and below.

We walked on and I warmed to the idea of being nude. I confided to my king that it looked like I'd not need the bikini I packed. I squeezed his arm excitedly. We looked for a spot that would not invade somebody's space. I could not help but notice that some very hot men were showing everything. As my king's eyes roamed the jiggling women, my eyes gauged the dangling manhood on display. I was further aroused by the scenes we encountered and the prospects for exhibiting myself. I did not see sexual acts and wondered if I would fulfill my oral contract.

A couple emerged from the dunes and the sea grass rising above the beach. They were nude and quite sexy and fit. She in particular had the look of being freshly fucked. She held his hand as they sauntered towards their towels and bags. I noticed that his cock swayed heavily with his steps and his balls hung like weights beneath his torso. Her breasts were high and firm. I wondered if she was enhanced but suspected she was not. Her toned body suggested a rigorous work-out routine. She was also shaved bare which seemed the popular style of the women. Something about her relaxed gaze and confident stride suggested they had done more than see the sights from the dunes. "I guess the dunes are the playroom" I advised as my husband directed his gaze from a jiggling blonde near the water to the couple descending to the beach. "Ahhhhhhhh, the plot thickens!" He chuckled as he gripped his arm. "So will my king's cock" I promised. 

We dropped our bag and spread our towels at a spot about midway between two nude couples. We could see further down the beach and this place seemed as good as any. He sat and fished an iced tea from the cooler. We split it and surveyed the sights. On either side of us, nude forms reclined on beach towels. Several people were in the water. Along the shore were strollers ambling along the waterline. No where did I see a stitch of clothing. Further down the shore we could see SUV's scattered about. I surmised that some of the cycling crowd might be in that mix.

He removed his shirt and I found the sunscreen. I applied an ample squirt to each shoulder and massaged it in. I covered his back as he applied lotion to his chest, arms and legs. I touched up spots he missed. He felt good. My hands roamed his toned torso and prepared my king for the relentless sun. I applied some to my arms and legs to add to the lotion I applied after my morning shower. He looked at me expectantly. He nodded with raised eyebrows prompting me to disrobe.

I smiled demurely and removed one shoulder strap then the other. Sitting on the towel, I slipped my dress downward uncovering both shoulders. The dress fell to a bundle at my waist like a rumpled skirt. I was accustomed to the feel of the sun on my skin but my public display was invigorating. My temptations to tease the landscapers and unfasten my top for Eric and the cycling crowd were now unleashed. I handed him the sunscreen and he daubed squirts on my shoulders. Sitting on the towel behind me he massaged the sunscreen on my back. I enjoyed the relaxing pressure of his hands along my shoulders and spine. I moaned appreciatively. He squirted lotion on his hands and I slid back on my towel to sit higher between his spread legs. I placed my hands on my thighs and extended my arms. My tits jutted forward affording those who looked from the sides a fine view of them. He massaged my upper chest and slid down to smear lotion on my tits. It felt magnificent. His hands, the warm lotion, the strong sun energized every pore. He cupped my tits and thoroughly coated each with lotion. Going below them he smeared sunscreen on my firm abs. I looked off to the side and the guy lying on his stomach nearby watched discretely from his vantage point. The woman beside him seemed unaware of his wandering gaze. I stretched my arms skyward. The feel of eyes on my nude torso emboldened me.

We moved to sit side by side. I stood to slip off my dress entirely knowing that I could have remained seated and wiggled it off. It was remarkable how comfortable I was with this full exposure. I slid it down revealing everything to my husband and the eyes of those nearby. Rather than make me shy, this act unleashed something within me. I was aroused by showing off. The results of my efforts to tan and tone myself were for all to see and my king's approval freed me from any nagging reservations.

I knelt before my king and sat back on my haunches. He smiled at his exposed maiden. My hair was down and I tossed it back over my shoulders. My position and that act reminded me, him, and perhaps others of a dutiful wife preparing to give head. I smiled at him suggestively. "My king, I fear my nipples may burn." He smiled and applied more lotion to my sensitive points. They were tingling and hard with excitement. They would remain that way most of the day. 

I smeared lotion on my thighs as he watched. Moving to lie beside him on my stomach, I raised myself on my elbows to allow my tits to dangle freely. My king applied lotion to my ass and the back of my legs. I spread obediently as he massaged my thighs and pressed for me to spread and give him access to the apex of my legs. His hand slid along the crease of my ass and applied lotion to my freshly shaved areas. It felt too good. The sensuality of his touch was heightened by the knowledge we were in public. I dripped with excitement and my labia swelled. His fingers lingered over every bit of my ass and I moaned approvingly.

He finished too soon as I would happily bask under this treatment. He moved to sit beside me. Raised on my elbows I peered at him seductively. My flushed face and hanging breasts must have appeared as they did the evening before when I rode him on the couch. I think we shared that thought. I raised my eyebrows as he had done and glanced down at his shorts.

He laughed. "I'm kinda hard" he admitted boyishly. 

"Well, I'm dripping wet" I shared with complete honesty. "When you get them off, roll onto your stomach."

My king knew this was wise counsel and unzipped his shorts and wiggled them off. "Kinda hard, huh?" I asked as his engorged cock bobbed in the salty air. I instantly got wetter.

He turned towards me pointing his lovely lance upwards at my belly. I pressed to him kissing his lips as his hot cock pressed to my skin. "Mmmmmmmmm, you feel good" I hissed.

I moved back slightly and my king hid his shaft by lying prone on the towel. He squirmed and tunneled his cock into the sand. I imagined the same movements when he wiggles himself deep into me.

I rose up and poured lotion on his lower back and massaged his ass. I did the back of his legs and inner thighs. My slight pressure on his inner thigh spread his legs. His balls received a thorough coating of sunscreen. So did his anus. "It feels good, doesn't it?" I purred as my fingers brushed over it. He moaned in reply. I finished and lay on the towel beside him. I was about as aroused as I could be.

We rested and listened to the surf and chatter of voices in the distance. "My lord" I asked, "are you glad we came here?"

"Hell yea" he replied. "This is awesome. You're driving me nuts." I lay on the towel. A gentle mound of sand rose up beneath to meet my mound. I wiggled some to get it just right. 

We talked about his job and discussed what options might develop. The conversation dialed down the eroticism of the scene as we both focused on something other than sex. He rolled to his side and faced me. His cock was semi-hard and hung thickly towards the towel. His balls hung low and rested on his thigh. 

He sat up and surveyed the beach. "I need this" he admitted as he looked out to sea. The scene was gorgeous. I lie on my side and watched him relax. We rested contently and the heat of the day built. We luxuriated at the edge of the ocean. "Let's swim" he announced. "Yea, it's gotten really hot" I agreed.

He stood and reached a hand down to help me up. Rising we walked hand in hand to the surf. I was distinctly aware of several things. My breasts jiggled sexily with my exaggerated steps. He noticed. So did the people watching us from their towels. His not fully soft cock swayed heavily and one ball hung lower than the other. People noticed that too. I imagined the women looking on were not disappointed.

The water felt great and we dabbled in the shallow swirls that swept up onto the beach. Cool and refreshing the blue/green sea invited us in. We walked out and the waves splashed higher. When the water bathed my cunt I thought it time to dive in. I did and surfaced not far from him. His softened cock floated in the water rising with waves and hung low as it receded. I blew him a kiss. He smiled as he knew where it was meant to land. He dived in and swam up beside me. He kissed and groped. I cupped his manhood and jewels floating between his legs. They felt soft. I released them reluctantly. We turned to swim deeper out past the breaking waves. It relieved the heat from the sun and sexual build-up. We floated in the rolling waves. The beach was a wide expanse of pristine sand. Scattered about were nude people enjoying the day. There was no hint of creepiness about it. I guess I knew that would be the case. It was good to feel at ease. We swam until our fingers looked water logged. We rode the waves to shore and arrived some distance from our towels. The currents had drifted us down the beach. On shore we walked back towards the towels. 




Summer At The Beach House Ch. 04



A nude couple was at the waterline testing the water. We approached them as we strolled up the beach. They were perhaps my age. She was slender, tanned, brunette and very pretty. He was dark-haired and handsome. I noticed that his cock jutted from a dark short bush. His tan was all-over. His body revealed long hours in the gym as his arms, chest, abs, and legs were well-defined. My king noticed before me that she was his match for being fit. Following his eyes I saw that her breasts were perky and quite firm. I guessed a 34b bra would be right although she likely did not much wear one. Her tan was rich as she glowed with a golden sheen. Faint tan lines revealed that she favored tiny bikinis and often went topless as her breasts were close in shade to her tanned shoulders. Gazing downward I noticed a thin strip of dark pubic hair led along a bald mound to a soft crease. A whiter vee stripe revealed her preference for a revealing rio bottom. The vee of whiter skin drew any gaze to the strip leading to her crease. She knew how to attract attention I thought admiringly. As we approached I suspect we all surveyed the approaching sights on display. My view drifted back to the nude man at her side. I felt his eyes scan my nudity and I allowed a slight smile to acknowledge his gaze. They smiled as we approached and bid us hello. We stopped to chat.

"Gorgeous day" the dark-haired guy announced. "Yea" my king agreed "the water is fantastic." My king and I were beaded with water droplets. The other couple was dry and no doubt contemplating a swim. "You come here often? This is our first time" my king explained. "Yea, we're here a lot, we have a place nearby" replied the handsome stranger. He pointed back towards the parking lot. I noticed the definition of his arm and shoulder. I also caught her glance towards my husband's cock. She and I silently took notes that if we shared would describe both men's cocks as mouth watering. 

I was quiet and trying to not think about the sexiness of the nude men talking vacantly about the scene. Did the other guy see my hard nipples? Did he notice that my labia hung proudly like dark pink petals below my bare mound? On that line, did my king notice that she clung to her man's arm and kept her legs tight to hide her excitement? Her nipples were dark tight points beaming like buds about to burst. 

"The water is great" I announced more to her than anyone. It seemed vacant conversation was the expected protocol when over-sexed nude people meet randomly on a beach. "Yea, we were baking in the sun. Got to cool off." Her voiced trailed off as she looked at the incoming waves. I knew exactly how she felt. The heat from the sun and the burning from within demanded relief. Extending this interaction would entail steps that seemed not quite right. Invite them to our towels for a drink? Go to their's for one? No, that exceeded boundaries. We bid them a good day and walked to our towels. I distinctly felt my swollen labia protruding beneath my mound. My king was semi-hard and bobbing more than swaying with his steps. An image of the cycling party with Tim standing nude by the fire and a dripping Heather on his arm flashed through my brain as I related our look to theirs.

At our towels we sat and watched the couple cavorting in the waves. "She's pretty hot for him, huh?" I giggled as I recalled our meeting. "Yea, she hung on tight to him, didn't she?" My king peered down the beach at the two now swimming past the breakers. "He was pretty hung too" I teased. My king huffed with indignation. "Not as hung as my lord of course" I hastily replied with appropriate deference to his royal inches. 

He laughed. "I see you noticed" he observed. "Well, I noticed he trimmed his bush and shaved his balls! Or maybe she did it for him." I admitted this with something of a plan as I had wanted to trim my king for this excursion. 

"Why you little wench" he teased, "you did a thorough examination!" 

"I saw you checking her little landing strip" I teased back "and thought it only right to check his landing craft." He laughed as he fished the sandwiches from the cooler. We unwrapped them and ate. Another cold drink replenished what we had lost in the heat. "So you want to trim me, huh?" His look at his young wife revealed a mix of fascination and delight with her erotic imagination. Sitting beside him, I tugged gently at the mass of his pubic hair. "Just a little" I confided as I softly caressed his swollen cock and dangling balls. "You like how I feel bare don't you?" I asked this not quite certain if he thought the brunette's little strip was more sexy than my bald mound. "I love it" he confessed. I was not quite sure and thought I might permit a little strip to grow.

The playfulness continued as we watched people on the beach. It was okay with each of us that we admired the shapes and sizes of nude strangers. A few probably would be better advised to wear bathing suits or more but most were quite attractive. It was all good I thought.

We relaxed and he read the paper. I fished out the erotic stories and read one of my favorites. He looked over and smiled. "Ah, your playbook" he teased. "You seem to enjoy the inspiration I've found in here" I teased back. "Any stories about beach blow jobs?" He asked with an urgent tone. "I'm sure there is" I replied knowingly.

"Finished with the paper?" He answered me by folding it and putting it aside. "Here, read chapter 23" I advised as I handed him the book. He tilted his head and took the book and found the chapter. He sat up to read as I browsed the paper. Soon he rolled to his side and wiggled as he burrowed into the sand beneath his towel. That chapter had a similar effect on me.

I laughed knowingly. "I'm gonna lick the jewel at the tip of your sword!" I promised as I poured more lotion on his back. As he read about a young couple on holiday in the tropics, I diligently spread sunscreen to protect his ass and churning balls. He read the story intently. His spread legs afforded me room to work in the imperial genital sunburn prevention program. The thought of that reminded me of my job; but unlike faculty meetings, this task was fun.

"Baby" I murmured "I want to shave these before we come here again." I cradled his hot, heavy, and now slick balls in my hand. I closed my hand about them and gently tugged them downwards from where they had risen with his excitement. 

"Oh fuck baby" he moaned shaking his head with disbelief. "Buy more of these books."

"What if that brunette is watching me play with your balls?" I looked down the beach where they were now standing on the shore. I tugged them and said with alarm "she's looking this way!" I lied of course. 

My king dragged his eyes from the story and peered down the beach. The girl was now facing us and it was possible she could see my arm over my king's butt and my hand resting between his legs. I playfully tugged his sack. "I bet she likes them shaved" I intoned. My king's gaze lingered on the slim woman.

I cupped them and gauged their weight. "Yummmm.... I love how these dangle over my face when we 69." I admitted this to put me into his picture of her tending her lover's balls. 

My king wrestled with his towel and carved a trench in the soft sand for his swollen manhood. I released his balls. Resting on my side I felt flowing dampness between my legs. My erotic talk had released a dam holding back a rising tide of excitement. Watching my king read the story and seeing the young couple wander up the beach to their towels heightened my desire to taste and feel his gathering seed. I nudged him with my knee and he turned his eyes from the book to my face. I seductively showed my moist tongue and wet my full lips. "Finish the story baby" I whispered as he read my expression "will you splash for me like you did last night?"

He shook his head at my wishful appearance and said "you and this fucking story are amazing!"

I felt faint from the heat and light headedness made me dizzy. "I'm going to cool off. Read the story, my king. Tell me what you think when I get back."

I rose and walked somewhat unsteadily to the water. The heat and my burning desire made me woozy. I walked to the water feeling my labia protruding wetly between my slick thighs. I stood at the water line with tightly closed legs, like the brunette girl had done, as a nude couple walked by. We said hello but did not engage in conversation. Perhaps they detected my over-heated condition. Maybe they saw my king engrossed in his studies and elected not to linger.

As they passed, I strode into the water and dived into a breaking wave. Appearing on the other side I felt my strength return. I swam strongly out past the break and treaded water. Reaching between my legs, I flushed myself with cool sea water. It barely took the edge off my excitement but my faint headedness cleared.

I swam some and rinsed my mouth with sea water. Coming ashore I paced my arrival with those strolling the beach so no one was nearby. On shore I squeezed water from my hair and tossed it back past my shoulders. I lingered there enjoying the light mist hovering over the breaking waves. My nipples stayed tight as I enjoyed the scene. I knew I was being watched by strangers and the idea excited me. I explored the sand and sat so that the waves flowed over my legs and splashed on my thighs and belly. I spread them to welcome the sea foam that floated in the surf's edge. It did not escape me that this was an erotic image that only I could see. My labia were open like soft pink flower petals attracting pollen. The sea foam dripped on me as my king's seed did hours earlier. In the distance, someone was approaching so I ended my reverie. I arose to wade a bit deeper and rinsed the sand and foam from my body. I waited for him to pass and then walked to the royal towels like a princess on her way to service her king. My tits jiggled and my hips swayed invitingly. My king had finished his book but remained stomach down on his towel. He craned his neck to watch me approach. The guys of the couples on either side of us watched me as well. I did not need fishnets to signal my thoughts.

"What did you make of the story?" I asked as I approached the towels and swung around to permit my king a better view. I stood and looked down the beach. I widened my stance so my king could see my inflamed labia protruding visibly from the crease he had invaded hours before. I cradled my arms to press my tits together. The view across the beach was suggestive. Nude people were scattered near and far along an expansive swath of sand. The waves moved rhythmically onto the shore and retreated only to return. I thought of riding my king on the rumpled sheet. I leaned forward to check his tanned back. I did this fully aware that the guy off to our side might get a spectacular view of the recesses of the king's domain as I dropped to my knees and bend forward to touch his back..

I stayed knelt on my towel facing my king. His face was quite flushed and he appeared to be burning with heat and desire. "That story was amazing" he confided "but you're better than her." I rolled back to sit on my heels and spread my legs for him to see me opened invitingly. In this squatting stance I spread my legs wide for him. Unconcerned with spectators, I tugged and teased my drenched labia. He saw how grains of sand spectacled them. My washing in the waves had powdered them with salty crystals. From his angle he could also see my swollen pearl. I exhibited myself eagerly. 

"How am I better?" I asked wickedly as I showed him my sandy cunt. "The girl in the story gave great blow jobs" I said revealing my recollection of her talents. His eyes remained fixed on my labia pulled wide open by my fingers. I just managed not to press it to his face. He looked slowly up from my wet fingers along my full breasts to my inviting smile. 

"She gave a great blow job" he confessed. "But your tongue is everywhere, and I love the look in your eyes when you look up." He paused and reflected "you love it maybe more than she does" he said as a final insight. "Mmmmmmm, I do baby" I whispered. "I make myself come thinking of it." "I know you do" he said as we both recalled our phone sex adventures and my revealing photos. My pussy was now drenched for him. "See what happens?" I showed him my slick clit rising from its pink hood.

I scanned the beach and decided not to press my sandy cunt to his mouth. I would have come in an instant if I did. Moving to lie on my side I reclined beside him and sighed. The sun was a little lower now and the heat was less oppressive. I touched his arm and he shifted onto his side to face me. Reaching down I held his blazing hot cock. The skin was stretched tight around the throbbing hardness. The spongy tip was a slippery helmet on the head of a twitching sword. I gathered some and brought my slick fingers to my lips to taste his pre-come. 

"All this sand in my cunt, baby" I pouted "will hurt if we fuck." The king looked down on his pleading wife. I touched his slick cockhead and gathered another clear droplet.

He watched as I applied his slick lotion to my lips. Slipping two fingers in my mouth I closed my eyes and savored the taste. Opening my eyes and sighing with pleasure I was not surprised to see his face lit with intense desire. His eyes were bright and his eyebrows rose in anticipation. His lips were parted and heat expelled from his lungs. A low moan arose from deep inside.

"Do you want your blow job here my king," I whispered glancing at the couples off on either side, 'or in the dunes?"

The king pondered his options. I wanted to do him there. "Let's go to the dunes" he announced and I hid my curiosity with his choice. We looked around gauging the proximity of the others on the beach. He used the bag to conceal his hard on and stood. I placed myself at his side. With the bag on one side and me on the other, the king shielded his magnificent lance from the eyes of our neighbors. I smiled as I realized his modesty exceeded mine. 

We moved slowly up the beach to a path into the dunes. Climbing a bit we rose up a sandy knoll overlooking the expansive beach littered with scattered bathers. The dunes extended back from the beach in a succession of waves. In the distance was the green of a scrubby forest. His cock bobbed in anticipation of my mouth. We descended the backside of the dune. In the hollow it was hot. The dull sound of the waves was to our back.

"Where looks good, my lord?" I surveyed the scene seeing no other people. He seemed to have a destination as we rose up to the crest of the next dune. On the top we again could see the sea and beach. It was more distant now. A slight breeze alleviated the heat in the hollow.

"This is a great spot" he proclaimed as if planting the imperial flag. The imperial shaft stood magnificently from its base in the royal bush. His jewels hung heavy and full.

"For your blow job" I said to complete his proclamation. He dropped the bag to claim his territory. I dropped to my knees to claim mine.

I did not touch him save to envelop his glistening tip in my hot soft mouth. My hair was back as I softly held him between gentle adoring lips. My hands were behind my back, brushing loose sand from my ass cheeks. His cock felt bigger than usual and tasted wonderful. A blend of salt and subtle cream tasted like a fine appetizer. A faint flavor of sunscreen did not detract from the mix. His knob was spongy and quite swollen. I used my tongue to gently explore it, running slowly around the ridge. I curled my tongue to cradle the base of his knob with the top of my tongue. A smear of his clear early cream dripped to coat my tongue. I ran my tongue along the side of his helmet and used the base of my tongue to rub on the top of his knob. Looking up at him, our eyes met and he saw the pleasure this gave me.

As he watched, I slowly licked under his shaft to his balls. Retracing my path I returned to his knob. I focused on the delicate intersection of the crease beneath his slit with the soft draping curves of his foreskin. That spot seemed like my pearly clit with a concentration of roaring nerves. Flicking across it with my tongue I looked up to see his face grimace with extreme pleasure. Too much of this would make him come. I wanted it to last. I sat back from his cock and watched it tremble. He regained control. I then took him as deep as I could. My throat relaxed as he went deep and my nose reached his bush. Breathing through flared nostrils, I held him there then gradually slid off. My tongue giving a gentle fillip as his knob slipped from my mouth. I touched between my legs. I was exceedingly wet. A little swirling pressure on my clit set off waves of pleasure. 

I sat back on my haunches and looked at his wet phallus shining in the bright sun. He stood royally gazing at me and the wider scene. He ran a hand through his hair tousling it. "This is unbelievable" he said to describe it all. I tasted salt and cream all through my mouth. It coated my tongue and roof of my mouth. It was different than the tastes of the previous night when I cleaned him. That flavor was a blend of our creams and the oil. Stronger, more pungent, the night's taste was of spent lust. The taste in the dunes was purer somehow. His cock washed by the sea tasted like lightly salted fresh cream.

He stood scanning his kingdom and I knelt before him. If someone was watching, I did not care. From the beach and certainly from the crest of the first dune, a voyeur could see us. The idea excited me.

"I try to make my mouth feel like my cunt" I confided to invite his comparison. "Does it?" I said this almost more to the throbbing cock before my face than to my lord now gazing downward at his kneeling maiden.

"Oh fuck" he exclaimed, "both are awesome." He squeezed the base of his cock and it swelled defiantly against the pressure of his grip. Another droplet of clear film beaded at the slit in the tip. I gazed at it letting it bubble.

Rising from my haunches I kissed his hot balls. They still hung low in the heat of the sun. Licking them added more salt to the flavors swirling in my mouth.

He held his cock upwards to afford me more access. I sucked one then the other ball into my mouth. They were like oblong orbs in a salty sack.

I pulled back and lay on my back in the sand before him. "Come over me baby" I invited. He walked over me. I lay supine between his spread legs. I looked up enjoying the unusual view of his balls suspended beneath his manhood. The thickness and length pleased me. The pearly droplet had dripped in a streak to his foreskin. Another bead was forming at the tip.

He understood what I wanted and squatted to drop his balls to my face. Like teabags descending into hot water, his balls dropped on my open mouth. I could only take one at a time. I held his hips and prompted him to dip repeatedly. His motions and my massaging tongue mixed a strong batch of seed in his churning balls.

He moved downward and dropped his slick balls on my tits. I used my forearms to raise then as a soft cradle for his eggs. Tilting my head I caught the creamy strip and bead at the tip of his cock with my tongue. Less salty and creamier it promised much more to come. I was swirling about the underside of his knob spreading the taste.

I guided him back up to straddle my face. He lifted and his cock popped from my lips. His shaft trembled inches from my eyes. This time I pressed him more upwards so I could lick the hard ridge behind his hanging balls. He was salty and hairy. I decided a shave here too would be in order. His balls splayed over my nose and eyes as my tongue searched for his anus. Finding it I explored the tight ring. "Fuck, yea" I heard him moan "lick me." His directives invited more nastiness with my tongue and I explored his anus seeking to find entry. "You want that baby?" I asked as his asshole puckered inches from my face. I blew hot breath across it and firmly licked him. My nastiness pleased me and there was nothing I would not do. At the moment I was a wench adoring my king. "I'm dirty for you, aren't I?" I asked between licks and gentle probes into his slick anus. I did gain slight entrance and fucked inwards with my tongue as his fingers had probed me the previous night. Did it feel as awesome for him as it did for me? His moans left no doubt. He raised back to stand and I returned to my knees. His legs must be aching I thought from squatting over me. 




Summer At The Beach House Ch. 04



The beauty of the dunes and sea seemed to fade into the background. It was like the setting faded to grey tones and our nude bodies were the only colors under the searing blue sky. He squeezed his cock and flipped it tauntingly before my eyes. "You're hungry for cock, baby?" He stroked the shaft slowly twisting his grip as he did. His masturbation fascinated me. I watched how he tugged his foreskin to bunch around his knob then retracted it to show the tip straining for my mouth.

"Ohhhhhhh, baby" I uttered lustfully "did you like how I licked your asshole?" The crudeness of my words excited me.

"Jeez" he exclaimed with astonishment. "You like that?!"

"I love it" I said with blatant honesty "it's so nasty when you do me there." This was a true confession of my growing curiosity about anal sex. My limited experiences had been rushed and painful. Our gradual explorations had aroused rising interest in adding this to our play. "You want my finger in your ass, while I blow you?" I knew he did but I wanted to say it, to make it explicit. His wife was shedding inhibitions and inviting darker desires. 

He continued to stroke. Leaning forward breathing deeply through his open lips, he poked his cock into my mouth. His thrusting brought his clenched fist to my lips. I stayed touching his hand with my lips and bobbed in synchrony with his strokes. His cockhead flared mightily in my mouth. My tongue swirled and caressed. He was close.

He released his grip and held my head. He plunged deep into my throat. Even though I wanted it and expected it, the depth was extreme and I gagged somewhat as he entered my throat. I knew I was getting better at deep throating him and took pride in this developing skill. I tried to relax and accommodate the throat fucking. He withdrew and saliva streaked his cock and my chin. Some dripped to my tits. He did it again and I was more ready. Retracting he grasped his cock and flipped it across my face. Like scolding an errant child he gently but firmly slapped my face with his wet cock. My mouth was open now as I took deep breaths. "Just like my cunt" I thought as he teased his slut's mouth. His cock was hot on my face and he rubbed my cheeks and forehead. I obediently waited with open lips for him to plunge deep again. He saw my gaping mouth and entered. He went so deep that I felt his hot balls flick on my chin. My lips pursed tightly around the hairy base of his shaft. With more practice he will be able to penetrate to the hilt forcefully. 

He pulled off and I knelt before him lost to everything but his churning balls and dazzling cock. My throat felt raspy. "There's some-one below, on the dune" he reported. 

"I don't give a fuck" I replied hoarsely. I swallowed and cleared my throat. 

"It looks like that couple" he announced "from the beach." I turned to check. Squinting my eyes tightly to regain color vision, I spied the brunette girl and her man. They were close enough for me to see his hard cock. He was leading her to a spot below the crest of the first dune.

We were well beyond any attempt to seek privacy. For me, an audience heightened my horniness. The public and exhibitionist stories had captured my interest. Being watched now whet my appetite for nastiness. "Come on my face, my king" I implored as I knelt and awaited his come. He stroked faster now and I licked and tasted the swollen tip flicking at my face.

I opened my mouth for him and hovered inches from his flashing strokes. His balls were high and tight. I played with my clit with one hand and cupped his balls with my other. My index finger rested on his slippery anus. I pressed it in. His entire body strained as he furiously brought himself closer to the explosive point. His balls flayed vigorously with his speedy strokes. I both felt and saw the first spurt. Some landed in my mouth; some spewed hotly on my cheek and forehead. A ropy string streaked across my hair. His anus tightened around my finger. The seed that landed in my hair dripped to my shoulder. The next spurt was more massive. It shot mightily from his slit and painted my eyebrows, nose and lips. I fucked into his ass and massaged his prostrate as he splattered me. The next surge was better aimed to fall mostly in my mouth. His exclamations must have been heard by the couple. The sound was guttural, animal, and explosive. I knelt obediently as my king spilled his abundant seed. I came as well more from seeing his explosion than from my rubbing my clit. 

His body relaxed and wilted in the heat. I swallowed and the cream coated my throat. The hardness of his cock softened slightly. He rubbed his still firm cock across my face smearing his come and catching some on his shaft. He offered it to his cum slut. Like remnants of cream dripping along a softening banana I accepted the offering. I captured every bit and he withdrew from my lips to capture more from the gobs streaking my face. He gathered most this way but some dropped to streak my chest and tits with musky splatters. His majesty watched me swallow his seed. He tugged forcefully from the base to the tip to extract the last drops. These were not spilled in the sand. Each drip joined the gobs coating my mouth and throat. I swallowed much of it and savored the flavor. The taste and scent remained strong on my tongue and in my airways. My finger slipped from his ass.

Softly he held his dick to my mouth. I suckled it to enjoy the softening smoothness of his shaft. His balls hung quite low now. Releasing his cock, it dropped happily to drape before his sagging empty sack. Perhaps stretched by my suction and his forceful strokes, his cock looked inches longer than usual when soft. It seemed thicker as well. I took in the sight of him on top of the dune. His skin glowed and his tan was deeper. His drained cock hung low pointing wearily towards the sand. I loved how he looked.

I rose from my knees. My knees were sandy and a bit sore. Rubbing them restored circulation. I moved behind him and clung close. Pressing my tits to his back and my mound to his taut butt, we merged as a solitary figure on the crest of the dune. Below on the sloping side of the first dune, the guy from the beach lay sprawled on his back. His cock was in the girl's mouth. Her brunette hair hung over her face and draped his belly. 

I reached forward and touched along my king's cock. The tip was slick and I gathered a last taste. The arm of the girl below was rhythmically moving in harmony with her bobbing head. We watched them now serving as their audience. She moved into a 69 position. It seemed unlikely they were still aware of us.

The king and I began our procession back to the beach. We cut an arc as best we could away from the couple. She lifted and flicked her hair back. Looking up she saw us and briefly caught my eyes before resuming her blow job. I was glad that she too was unashamedly doing her man. In a brief flash I saw her gaze up and I reflexively waved. I like to think she smiled as her lips pursed around his cock.

My king led me through the dunes back to the beach. We passed our towels and dropped the beach bag we had used to conceal his hard on. Proceeding to the water we were not able to escape interaction with strolling bathers. The idea of someone seeing my come streaked body occurred to me as we passed by reclining couples on our way to the sea. The idea of meeting someone this way led me to slow our progress. Like war paint the streaks professed by my daring and skills were evident on my cheeks, forehead and tits. Near the water's edge, we encountered another couple. They were older, perhaps late 30's, and quite tanned. I guessed they were frequent guests at the beach. We stopped to chat about the day. They did not react to my appearance. I stood demurely by my king's side. I silently laughed at the thought of displaying his come streaks as a badge of merit. The couple chatted nonchalantly with deliberate inattention to my war paint. They sauntered on and when out of earshot we giggled about the encounter. "Is my face smeared?" I asked turning to permit his inspection. "Oh Jeez" he exclaimed "your face has smears, but more visible are tangled drips in your hair!" "Your seed, my lord" I said as I felt the knotted hair. The drying patches on my tits might be confused for salt spray but somehow I doubted the couple was clueless. "The brunette in the dunes is surely joining the ranks of painted ladies" I confided to the king. He laughed heartedly.

We swam out and I bathed in the cleansing sea. The come washed off my face and tits easily. It took some rubbing to extract the melted gobs in my hair. I asked my king to again inspect his maiden. He deemed that I had indeed rinsed his seed.

We returned to the towels for more tea and some fruit. The flavors of sex weakened and were masked but they lingered. For the rest of the day and evening I enjoyed after-tastes that reminded of the creamy volcano on the dune.

It grew late and the sun's arc descended towards the horizon. We gathered our things and began to walk slowly towards the car. I tied my hair back with a scrunchie. Remaining nude we strolled along the water's edge. I observed with satisfaction that his cock still hung thick and low. Perhaps my blow jobs were developing my king's magnificent tool, like my kegel exercises strengthened my cunt. I smiled at the possibility not that I needed more motivation to exercise both.

We moved to the edge of the unpatrolled beach and reluctantly donned clothing only when going any further would reveal our nakedness to the eyes of kids. I again left my dress unbuttoned low to reveal a plunging neckline. Exiting the beach we could tell that some eyes followed us with knowing glances. 

At the car we loaded our things for the drive home. I curled contently on the seat. I know I had the look of being fucked to exhaustion. My king looked depleted. We decided to stop at a rustic clam shack for dinner. The place was crowded and we waited for a vacant table. I noticed that people checked us out. Our glowing tans and relaxed demeanor seemed somehow different than the sun baked and frenetic movements of the tourists. My king's faded shorts and casual top complemented his easy movement among his people. I guessed that my thin sundress draped my nude form seductively and appropriately conveyed my role as head concubine. I fastened one more button in a generally unsuccessful attempt to cover my cleavage.

We had fresh fish and a few beers each. The beers took charge of me as I was dehydrated. Needing to pee I slipped to the ladies room. There was a line that I joined. Waiting, I was surprised when the brunette girl exited the bathroom. We were both startled and recoiled momentarily. She wore a cropped tee and shirt skirt which suggested nothing was beneath. She halted as the next in line entered the room. I broke the silence and offered "great day at the beach!" She nodded knowingly as we stood in the crowded corridor. "Great views from the dunes" she admitted as she tossed her hair back. "Gorgeous beach" I agreed. "I really need to get home and shower off all this sand" she shared as she ran her hand along her slender arm and dislodged fine grains. "I'm covered in it." Our eyes flashed as we both knew what else we had been covered with. Her eyes twinkled as she extended her hand. "My name is Sharon." "Jill" I replied as we shook hands "maybe we'll run in to each other again." "I hope so" she said "I need to run. We got take-out and he's waiting in the car. Bye." She slipped away to their car and I used the bathroom.

Returning to our table I chose to not describe my chance encounter with the blow job brunette. Something about her troubled me. How she was rubbing her arm felt somehow flirtatious. Was it a signal to me? Or was it an offer to my king and I for some rendezvous back with her and her man? Maybe the beers clouded my judgment. I kept my silence.

We got home near sunset and went immediately to shower. It felt good to rinse off the sand and salt. I shampooed my hair to rinse any remaining conditioner spewed by my king. After drying I applied lotion all over my glowing body. My tan was very deep now and the lotion soothed my burning skin. My king also enjoyed my thorough lotion massage. He was slightly sunburned. I applied lotion everywhere to cool his reddened skin. Nude we cuddled on the couch and watched some movie. I dosed off. Waking before the late news, we went to bed and slept atop the sheets.

We slept late that Sunday. Somewhat groggy and dehydrated we dressed for a breakfast at a local favorite hangout. He wore a soft top and shorts to ease rubbing on his tender skin. We decided to avoid the sun. I wore a short skirt and thin top. Breakfast replenished our energy. We browsed some shops and let the day slip away.

Back at the house by mid afternoon we slipped off our clothes and lounged nude on the bed. I massaged him and tended his reddish areas with more lotion. He basked under my attention. The bottle of lube was on the nightstand and I used it to oil his cock and balls. He spread his legs and lay back lazily on the bed. I oiled my hands and gave him a gentle hand job as we talked. There was no rush so I played slowly and we talked about the upcoming week. He'd learn more about his job options. We let ourselves dream about directions this might take. I admitted that I would be excited for a change. My school would get by without me and new directions might be exciting. He was re-assured by my flexibility. Idly I toyed with his cock as we talked. Blending our eroticism with the seriousness of possible life changes ahead comforted me. "My king" I intoned as I waved his cock like a flag pole flying over a palace. The sexuality that had come to dominate my summer was good in so many ways. Our time on the bed made that clear to us.

He shifted on the bed. I had him roll over to his stomach and checked his back for sunburn. Staying out of the sun for awhile was a wise decision. His burn was mild but more sun would be damaging. I oiled his ass and massaged his balls and behind them. He spread to accommodate my reach. Once again I thought how and where I would shave him.

I massaged him as he rested. His eyes were shut and he absorbed my attention. I oiled my cunt as I caressed him. We would fuck before he left. I wanted it maybe more than he.

I lay on my stomach beside him. He opened his smiling eyes to gaze upon his wife. "Was this a good weekend, baby?" I asked knowing the answer. "Awesome, just awesome" he shared. "Everything is working out. Better than I expected" he said. "Something good is coming our way."

I felt the soft sheets on my cheek and stretched out my arms overhead. I was ready for something good. "Baby" I murmured "fuck your wife." I stretched my legs and opened for him. "Fuck me with that gorgeous cock."

He rose and positioned between my legs. His thick oiled cock entered my lubed cunt effortlessly. He drove it home forcefully slapping his hips on my bouncing ass. I arched to meet his thrusts and rapidly approached an orgasm. 

"Ohhhhh fuck, baby. Take me." I clawed the sheets. He placed one of his legs then the other outside my thighs. I narrowed my legs and he fucked me hard. My closed legs tightened my cunt to grip his oiled shaft. He held my ass pushing my cheeks together. He was deep inside. Each thrust pressed me to the bed. I enjoyed his powerful thrusts and pressed back and tightened to heighten the friction. His thumb slid down the crack between my cheeks and found my lubed asshole. 

His finger rested there. He fucked every ounce of me. "Put it in, baby" I pleaded "in my ass." His thumb slid in. It felt wonderful. "Ohhhhhh, yea. So good" I sighed deeply as his thumb inserted past the knuckle. Exhaling softened my sphincter and his thumb pressed deep. His fingers cradled in the crack of my ass.

With thumb and cock he fucked his wife. I tightened and relaxed as he did. Sensations cascaded from my wet recesses. "Next weekend, baby, fuck my ass." I said it with complete willingness to have him plunder me. "You want it in the ass, baby?" He asked breathlessly as he pounded me. He knew the answer as he plowed my cunt and I asked greedily for more. "Fuck yea!" He could have my ass, of course. He fucked harder and I expected he wanted to now take my ass. My cunt felt awesome. I didn't want his thrusting to end.

"Let me get ready for you" I pleaded. "My beads, the oil, let me practice for you this week." He rammed into me now committed to finishing in my cunt. "Oh gawd" he exclaimed. "Call me this week and tell me about that."

"Okay baby" I promised "fuck me. Shoot it deep. Like you did on my face." I struggled to spit out the words as my breathing was fast and shallow. My cunt burned in a continuous orgasm. His thrusts quickened now in a flurry of deep invasions. The slapping sound of his hips on my ass cheeks filled the room. The bed creaked.

"Come in my cunt. It fucking feels great! Next weekend, come in my ass!"

He exploded again and thrust harder driving his seed into my deepest recesses. His thumb stayed in my throbbing ass as his thrusting continued. I melted to the bed and sighed loudly as his thumb slipped free. He collapsed on my back. I remained impaled by his cock. He held some of his weight off me by pressing his hands to the bed. I lay beneath him feeling his seed pool hotly deep within me. Too soon he pulled up and his cock slipped from my oiled grip.

We collapsed on the bed and dosed off for about an hour. In the late afternoon we awoke and he showered. I cleaned myself in the bathroom and stripped the spotty sheets.

I went to the shower with scissors, shaving cream, and my razor. "Let me do a little renovation" I teased. He chuckled and stood patiently. The water streamed on his back and I trimmed his pubic hairs to a short tight bush in a triangle above his dangling member. The trimmed hair accumulated at the drain. Squirting shaving cream I slathered the base of his cock. It was awkward finding the right angle but I soon provided a neat smooth frame along the top and sides of his exhausted cock. His balls presented a challenge. Tugging his scrotum allowed me to shave bare the sack where it hung from his torso. The balls were more challenging still and some tugging and smoothing of the wrinkled skin was needed to remove the fuzz. When done I admired my handiwork. His cock jutted invitingly from a tightly cropped bush. His cock and balls were tanned a bit. They looked hairless and gorgeous. Perhaps from the tight trim, or our lengthy fucking, his cock looked thicker and sexier. Maybe it was all the attention. In any case, he looked great.

I asked my king to exit the shower and sit on the vanity. He did. He accepted my prompts to bring his feet up on the vanity and to lean back against the mirror. This allowed me to slather cream behind his balls. The soft hair there quickly fell to my razor. I pressed my luck and went further back to remove the hairs that sprouted around his anus. Satisfied with my work, I announced my appraisal.

"Oh my lord" I intoned "I won't be able to keep my hands and mouth off all that. You look fantastic!" He laughed and returned to the shower to rinse the remaining shaving cream from his privates. Re-appearing I handed him a soft towel to dry himself. In the bathroom mirror we checked his appearance. The look on his face admitted that he knew that I, and brunette girls on the beach, would cream with wicked thoughts when they spied his magnificent bare cock sprouting from his tanned body.

He had a light snack and then dressed for the drive home. At the door he patted my bare ass reminding me of my promise. I wiggled it for him. I had not dressed feeling a desire to linger nude for his view. Kissing his face I bid him a safe trip home. He departed down the driveway but not before glancing back to see his nude wife standing wistfully at the door.



Summer At The Beach House



I moaned....."I'll be ready for you.... your cock.....your cream.....mmmmmmm." I could feel his excitement over the phone. We talked more. I told him things I would do. He told me he was stroking. I became wet and told him so. We played, both coming, as we described our plans for Friday night.

Friday was another warm day. I finished painting the trim in the spare bedroom. I also drove to the next town and shopped in the mall. In a Victoria's Secret I picked up a few things for the evening. Returning home I relaxed, nude on the deck, and read more of the novel. I had a light dinner and a glass of wine. I knew he'd be in around 11pm. After dark I went to the master bath to get ready. I poured a warm bath and relaxed and sipped a martini. It felt decadent. I imagined I was prepping as a courtesan would for a night of adventure. I shaved my legs and decided to trim my bush. The soft hair along the sides of my pussy was soon floating in the bath. I examined myself with a hand mirror. I used more shaving cream and gently removed the few strands I had missed. Feeling between my legs, I quivered at how soft and silky I felt there. I was aroused and my labia swelled. I resisted the urge to play. I rose from the bath and looked in the full-length mirror. My tan was developing nicely. I seemed washed in a warm glow with no tan lines. My nipples were hard and pointy. I had noticed they were often this way after I had stopped wearing a bra. It's as if the touch of my clothing, or the warm sun, a gentle breeze, or the gaze of distracted guy were keeping them at attention. My belly looked a bit flatter, tighter. I had been eating better and exercising more. It showed. My bush was much thinner and more delicate. I spread my legs...I turned and viewed my backside as I bent over. I admitted to myself that I looked quite sexy. In a drawer I found a scissor. I pulled the triangle of my remaining bush and trimmed it very short. The length was now just the width of my fingers. I trimmed back a bit more and examined how I looked from various angles. With the razor and cream I neatened the edges. One done I admired a small, thin, delicate triangle balanced above a totally smooth and bare slit. My labia were engorged now and my lips protruded like delicate pink folds of a flower. A wave of images flashed through my mind... my husband's face planted between my legs... I pictured an old bf....the college guy who mows my lawn. My head swirled with nasty thoughts.

I felt my skin flush. It was like a fever. I drained the tub and showered. Cool water helped me re-gain control. It was now after 10pm. I dried off and dried my hair. I massaged myself all over with a fine lotion. I applied my make-up. I then dressed. I wore black stockings, a black garter belt, my sexiest black heels and black lace demi-bra. I looked in the mirror and was taken aback. I did not look like a teacher in a private academy.

I went to the living room and lit the fire. The shades were drawn and I used only the floor lamps. I went to the kitchen and turned on the light by the door from the drive-way. My husband had a key and would let himself in. The rest of the house was dark. I got some glasses, ice, limes and a bottle of Grey Goose and set these on the coffee table. I relaxed on the couch and waited. The room was softly lit as the flickering flames grew.

He arrived soon after and let himself in. I heard him latch the door and feel his way through the dim light through the kitchen, through the long dining room, and into the living room. I slipped the cube of ice into a glass.

I was reclined on the couch as he entered. He paused and nearly gasped. I had decided to leave my hair down. My make-up was perfect. My tanned shoulders glowed. My breasts were cradled by the wired half-cups. Both nipples were rock hard. Maybe he noticed the few droplets of ice-cold water that sparkled on each. My garter belt hugged my hips. My slender legs, sheathed in silk, were splayed open. One leg was on the coffee table, the other on the arm of the couch. Presented to him was my wide-open pussy. I hadn't needed the ice to dampen my pussy. My excitement was flowing and moistening every pore. 

"Oh my" he whispered as he came to me. He came between my legs and I reached up to guide him to kiss my face. 

"You can fuck your wife all night" I whispered. "I want it like we planned."

We kissed passionately. I reached between my legs...felt my dripping pussy... wet my finger. I tasted my finger as he sucked my nipples. "Here, taste me" I said as I wet my finger again and offered it to him. 

He sucked my finger and a wicked grin lit his face. He dove downward and plunged his tongue into me. I held his head...pulled him to me and opened wider as he explored. His tongue flicked in, around, over. He sucked my swollen lips into his mouth. He pressed his wet face to me. It was so powerful. My bare skin heightened the feelings. He pulled back....kneeling on the floor and looked at my pussy. Leaning forward he kissed me gently on my soft little bush...then on my burning lips. "I loved that you shaved......so sexy" he said. 

"Mmmmmmm... I knew you would" I whispered...."it's all for you." He buried his face again but I lifted him up. "Undress" I asked him. "I'll pour you a drink." I poured two good shots into a glass for him and one for me, squeezed a slice of lime in each, and tossed in some ice. 

He was now nude and I handed him a glass as he sat next to me. "What shall we drink to?" I asked. 

"To your shaved pussy" he replied. 

I laughed.... "it's all yours...cheers!" We sipped and I snuggled close. "I missed you" I whispered. "I dreamed of your cock. I think it's my turn for a taste." 

His cock was hard, quivering slightly as I wrapped my fingers around it. Snuggling next to him, I ran my fingers over the shaft....around the balls....the soft orbs felt hot in my hand. I kissed his ear.....my hot breathe on his neck. "Relax baby....I want to taste you..... you want that?" 

He leaned back on the couch legs on the coffee table. I dropped to his lap and curled on the couch. His hot cock quivered against my face. I held it, rubbed it on my face...letting my hair fall on his cock and balls. 

"Mmmmmmmm, suck it, baby, suck it like you did last weekend." I did. Gladly I engulfed his shaft. I took all that I could. I attacked him....wanting more... seeing how deep it could go. I lifted off and went down again. His hand was on my back. He slipped down to my bare ass. He explored my ass and found my dripping slit. He slipped a finger in as I swallowed his cock again. I had started to come when he licked me but had held off. I was coming close again as his fingers flicked on my hard clit. I wanted it to last. Things were happening fast. I didn't want him to come just yet.

I rose from his lap and handed him his drink and took a sip of mine. I was a bit buzzed and put the glass down and slid it away. Little food, some wine and now vodka were having an effect. A warm feeling flooded through me and centered between my legs. Leaning to him, I whispered...."I've been reading a novel....about a courtesan to a French king..."

"What the hell is a courtesan?" he laughed. 

"A fine French prostitute....skilled in all the nasty arts!"

He laughed more...."and her specialty?" 

"Mmmmmmm" I moaned...."the king couldn't tell if her mouth or pussy pleased him more....eyes shut...he could not tell which was wetting his cock." He looked at me quizzically. I saw in his eyes both pleasure and curiosity. This was a bit different than my usual ways. I saw he liked it. 

"Let me move this table" I said "and get in a better position". He lifted his legs and I pushed the table back from the couch. "Now, spread your legs." 

He did and was now reclined back on the couch, legs spread and feet on the floor. His cock and balls were poised at the edge of the cushion. 

I poured more vodka in his glass and went to the fireplace to put in another log from the bin. I felt his eyes follow me. I wish I had photos from that night. My tan body accented by sexy black lingerie must have made me look like a high-priced whore. I hoped it did. 

"I don't want my king to be chilled....as I service him" I promised as I knelt between his legs. I tied my hair back and told him to watch me. I held the base of his cock and rubbed the tip across my wet lips. Holding the base, I slipped my mouth over and took several inches....then withdrew. I then slipped over him taking more....down to my fingers that were still gripping him. I looked up....he gazed at me with eager eyes. "You like that?"I asked.

"Love it..oh god how I love it!" I pulled back and stood, facing the fire and held the base of his cock. I lowered to sit on him and rubbed his cock across my very wet and swollen pussy lips. I then slipped down his shaft....lifted...and slipped back down to my fingers. I lifted off. 

I knelt between his legs and sat back on my heels. My labia were swollen and hung between my legs. His throbbing cock was slick and pulsing. The head seemed unusually swollen... like a purple plum. "How did my mouth feel?" I asked as I looked up past his cock to his face. He watched me with a blend of lust and astonishment.

"Oh baby...so good" he said. He looked at me with eager lust in his eyes.

"Yea....but what did you feel?" His balls churned inches from my face.

He thought a second and said "do it again and I'll tell you."

I laughed and said "I am going to do it again. But tell me what you feel." I gently cupped his balls with my fingers. They felt heavy.

"Your mouth is hot....soft. I feel your tongue swirling, I think." 

"Mmmmmmmm" I said "and how did my pussy feel?" I weighed his balls in my hand.

"Mmmmmm.. fantastic....maybe tighter at first...when I entered you... also hot....slippery." 

I knelt forward and kissed his hanging balls. He smelled of sweat but more of sex. I kissed his sack and sucked one ball into my mouth. I rolled it with my tongue and massaged it. I drew back letting my lips pull it gently as it slipped from my mouth. I did the other one. 

"I know I"ll get never my pussy to do that" I opined. I kissed the crease where his balls met his cock.

"Jesus" he moaned. 

I leaned forward and held his cock between my breasts. Still cupped by the demi- bra I pressed them together and slid along his cock. He watched me... his eyes were intense and on fire.

"I think you like a nasty wife" I said. 

"Hell yea!" he replied. I sat back and unfastened my bra and tossed it on the armchair. "Mmmmmm...feels better" I said as my breasts swung free. I returned to his cock and licked along the shaft and engulfed the tip. He tasted like me. My juices coated his throbbing cock. I sucked his shaft again as I cupped his balls. They were heavy and tighter now, rising closer to his cock. I licked his balls... the sack even tighter, the skin wet with my saliva. I leaned my head on his thigh...admiring his throbbing manhood. "I've been going out in the sun, on the deck...nude" I said. "You okay with that? Think it's safe?" 

"Yea...I think it's totally private....and you look great." I moved back, letting him see my tanned breasts. I jiggled them for him.

I sipped my vodka. Felt the warmth grow hotter. I sat on the couch near him. "Baby.... Do you love me?" I asked.

"Of course I do...you drive me crazy." 

"Mmmmmmmm? In a good way?" 

"Tonight is an unbelievable way" he replied. I kissed his ear and exhaled hot breath.

"Well my king...do you wish to fuck my mouth...or bend me over the arm of the couch...and take this freshly shaved pussy?" My directness and nastiest did not surprise me at the time. It just was how I was thinking. Later I thought back on this night and marveled at how I acted. 

"Get over the couch" he commanded. 

As a loyal subject of his court, I pushed some pillows on the end on the couch and draped myself on them. Kneeling on the couch, I arched my back and pressed my breasts to the pillows. I know my open and shaved pussy invited his majesty. He knelt on the couch and thrust his cock deep. He entered smoothly. I felt his tight balls on my bare lips. He reared back and plunged deep. His thrusts were hard, fast, penetrating to the end of me. I pressed back..upwards......taking it all...eagerly. My oral skills might never match this I thought as my king thrust almost frantically now into my burning pussy. I loved every moment, every inch. This was like our honeymoon....like some dates in college. I came several times before he exploded. I was dripping wet and exhausted but felt the hot flood of his seed filling my quivering pussy. He fell exhausted on my back...his cock deep inside. I think we both screamed...He pulled back and sat on the couch....I fell next to him. 

"That was amazing" he said. I was thinking the same. We lay back watching the fading fire. I felt sleep descending on me...he looked exhausted. 

"Let's go to bed" I said but was too tired to move. He moaned...."yea....it's late." I laid my head on his lap...his soft cock inches from my face. Our come was streaked on his shaft...in his pubic hair. 

"I want us to be happy" I said and slipped his entire cock in my mouth. I held it there...softly cradling him...and slowly lifted off. Minutes later we went to the bedroom. Nude, in bed, I fell asleep with the flavor of us lingering on my lips.

The next morning we slept late. We went out for breakfast. I wore a thin sundress and sandals; he wore jeans and shirt. We strolled along the shops and picked up some things. Other people looked more hurried. I wonder if anyone noticed that I looked content....relaxed...maybe some noted I was freshly and thoroughly fucked. My pussy burned and felt faintly sore. 

It was late afternoon and we stopped for a coffee. The place was back from the beachfront and less crowded than most. We sat in a quiet corner. Our conversation turned to my plans for re-doing the bedrooms. We talked about color choices and then some accent pieces. My aunt's study is filled with books on design and home décor. I'd gotten ideas for what she'd like. My husband advised me to take my time and get more used to the feel of the house. "I'm really comfortable here" I said and shared that I often went nude. His interest piqued beyond talking about painting bedroom walls. "Do you go out on the deck?"

"Nearly everyday. I like it there more than the beach. It's private and gorgeous. I can hear the surf. If I get too hot, I rinse off in the outdoor shower my aunt had made when we were kids. It kept us from bringing sand into the house when we came back from the beach."

"That sounds great.... Good for you." I think I sensed a slight jealousy. He was working all week and I was basically on vacation for the summer. I reminded myself to not be too expressive.

"You sure you are okay with me being here all summer?"

"Absolutely!"

He sounded sincere.

"Look at how sexy you look" he leaned closer. "Look how great our sex has been. You're horny all the time. I love it."

"I am horny all the time.... I'm masturbating like a teenager." 

"Really? Did you play with yourself a lot when you were a teen?" He leaned closer now...this was way more interesting than selecting paint.

"Stop pretending to be shocked" I said..."You did too, I'm sure."

He laughed..."okay, you're right. So, do you use your fingers? You do it in bed? The shower?"

"Yea..all that."

"That's so hot" he said. "We should find you some toys."

"I've been all through these shops... and found lot's of things.....but no sex toys" I said, teasing him

He laughed... "been looking, huh?"

I laughed...."no...but somehow I think I'd notice if they were on a rack by the postcards."

We finished our drinks and sauntered back to the house.

I grilled some steaks for an early dinner on the deck. He was in the study using the computer. I went to get him.. and he said "check this... we can order some toys online." 

"Looking at porn on my aunt's computer?"

"Yep, but it's for you" he laughed. "Look this site offers fast and discrete delivery."

I pulled up a chair and sat next to him. There was a menu of toys... vibes, oils, rings, beads, plugs. "C'mon, our steaks are done." 

"Wait, let's order something."

I was intrigued and peered at the screen. "Hmmmm... a vibe....oil... sounds interesting to me. They'd be my summer fling, since my husband is away working himself to death."

He laughed. "Yea... I'll pay the bills... you play."

"C'mon. let's eat... order me something and see if they can ship it here. That...and that look good" and I pointed to a slender vibe and a bottle of flavored lube.

"You sure you don't want one of these monsters?" He pointed to some wild bat-like thing.

"No baby. That's why I married you. You're my monster. The thin one looks perfect. C'mon, order them and let's eat." I left the study....laughing... but secretly I was pleased. I had been thinking along these lines. It was easier that he order them... than maybe find out that I had.

After sunset, we packed some wine and glasses, and walked over to the beach. The sky was dark blue turning to purple. It was pleasant....a slight breeze felt warm. The sea was pretty calm. I had a blanket and we spread it out. We sipped the wine watching the sky slip into darkness. He made a small fire from driftwood we had collected. Not longer after a full moon rose from the sea. It was maybe 9:30pm. We made love. I had worn a short jean skirt and a fleece top. He had the top unzipped and open and pressed me back on the blanket. My skirt was hiked up and he unfastened his jeans...and rested over me. He entered me and gently stroked. I lay back.....rocking back against his strokes. It was soft, gentle. He paused...letting me feel his pulses. I squeezed back. We were in no rush. The moon lit the sea and the waves flashed white as they broke. The fire burned down. It felt like we were in a private chamber with the moon casting a pale light beam across the water. He pressed on me...we kissed.. I whispered in his ear...."close your eyes......now tell me....mouth or pussy"? I clenched my abdominal muscles and squeezed his cock. "I feel that" he said '"you doing that on purpose?"

"Yea... I've been doing Kegel exercises and learning to do it."

"Mmmmmmmmm" he moaned as he started to thrust "pussy...with a good grip!"

I laughed as he smiled down on me....."fuck your wife" I requested.

He did. Our pace quickened and he came. I did too, not as intense as the night before....but hot spasms flowed from between my legs. He slipped out and we lay there. He found more wood for the fire. We sat there... my top still unzipped. I moved and felt the wet spot on the blanket. "I need to rinse off" I said.

"Go for a swim."

"Will you?"

"If you do."

I thought of it for just a minute and decided. I rose and wiggled off the skirt and tossed off the fleece jacket. I ran to the water and in. It was not as cold as I feared. The air was cool but the water felt okay. I swam out, ran my hand over my pussy and flushed out some of his seed. He was on the shore, testing the water, but did not come in. I waited just a bit and swam to shore. Near the fire I felt okay but was chilled. We dressed and returned to the house. After a warm shower we were both tired and went to bed after watching the late news.

The next day, Sunday, we went to the beach after breakfast. The weather was turning and streaks of clouds were moving in. By early afternoon it has become cloudy and cool. We went back to the house. He left for home around 4 pm.