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Michelle Grilling at the Beach

By: flabuf



Welcome dear readers.. this story is one where Michelle experiences watersports. If this is not your bailiwick you may want to skip it. If you do like such things, well read on and enjoy.

As always, your comments and votes are welcome. I look forward to hearing from you.

On her knees Robert's cock in her mouth, Michelle knew she could never think of the beach the same way again.

What started out with the two them scoping out the best place to view the Fourth of July boat races it turned into the most ethereal of scenes for her. Her body now healed from the surgery she was looking good, and she knew it. Michelle looked up at Robert submissively, as if to ask 'Does this please you?'

Robert wasn't looking at her. He was talking to someone, while Michelle was in her dream world her nose pressed against the short pubic hairs of his crotch. Though he was deep in her throat, Michelle opened her mouth a little further allowing her to use her tongue on the underside of his penis teasing him towards a climax she knew that they would both enjoy. 

That was when it happened. That was when she felt the warm stream working its way up the side of her body, over her breasts, to the side of her face, and even up into her hair. She knew instinctively what it was but couldn't believe it was happening. It didn't slow her down however. If anything she sucked harder on Robert's engorged member. Just knowing what was happening nearly sent her over the edge. She reached up behind Robert and pulled him even closer to her, burying her face in his pubes.

This couldn't be. Someone was peeing on her while she was sucking Roberts cock on the nearly deserted section of the beach. She started to look to her left to see who was doing this when she felt another stream on the right side. This man was bolder, starting on the side of her face and directly into her eyes forcing her to close them. 

She could feel the stream on her left hand side weakening and then come to a halt and part of her silently screamed "No!!" but then she felt a rubbing, the tip of his penis on the side of her face pressing it against her ear, and she could feel him jacking himself off. 

Michelle orgasmed for the first time. A strong long orgasm shook her body. Then just as it was subsiding she felt Robert's cock pulse. He was so deep in her throat that she wouldn't be able to taste his seed, but at the same time she didn't want to pull back. She felt, rather than tasted the first spurts and then pulled back so that she could taste sweet saltiness of him.

When Robert was finished pulsing in her mouth she pulled him deeper in and cleaned him as best she could using only her mouth, lips, and tongue. Sucking him gently but firmly massaging him with her tongue, and holding him with her lips it was an action she had at first railed against but now it was not only second nature, it was a service she loved providing. When she was done she pulled back and let him fall from her mouth. She quickly leaned forward again and pulled him fully into her mouth one more time

As she let him fall from her mouth a second time she felt a hand on her head turning it to the left and she followed the pressure instinctively. The man stroking his cock there pressed it first against her lips, then her nose and eyes. He rubbed its head against her smooth skin and started to ejaculate on her face, spurt after spurt of his thick cum landed on her and started its pathway down her face. She felt it especially as it dripped off her nose onto her upper lip and opened her mouth sticking out her tongue to catch it and then licked her lips savoring it holding it in her mouth before swallowing.

Watching her do this the man then pushed the remaining cum towards her mouth with the head of his softening cock. She felt the soft tip of his cock against her cheek stroking towards her mouth and opened it slightly kissing the tip and sucking in his semen as she did so. He wiped it down from her nose and she kissed that away too, and then from her eye. He trailed his cock head across her smooth skin and toward her lips over and over. And each time she kissed him, licked the tip of his cock, and kissed away the seed that was there. 

Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and pulled his softening cock back into her mouth. Like she did with Robert she sucked hungrily on it wanting to get every last vestige of his semen inside of her. She loved the feel of a man's softening cock in her mouth, the touch of his cock head on the back of her throat, the weight of a man's shaft on her tongue and the texture on her lips. The truth was she loved it all and couldn't get enough when she was in this space. 

Still there was a warm stream landing on her breast soaking her already hardened nipple inside her bikini top. Letting the man's now softened dick fall out of her mouth she turned quickly to her right her mouth open in anticipation. Rather than just peeing into her open mouth the man moved forward placing the end of his cock on her tongue to pee directly down her throat. It was more than she could swallow and poured out the sides of her mouth. Michelle reached up taking his member in her hand and aimed his weakening stream on her face and hair. His pee unlike the rest she had tasted that day was pungent, strong, concentrated. Aiming him again into her mouth she swallowed quickly several times and wrapped her lips around him this time not allowing any of his fluids to escape. She looked up at him as she did this; submissive and subservient as she had with Robert. It was as if she was asking him too... 'Am I doing a good job? Am I pleasing you?'

When he was done relieving himself in her gorgeous mouth, and she started cleaning as she had cleaned Robert and the other man, she felt his cock growing in her mouth. Knowing what this meant she held him there, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, her tongue massaging the underside sucking gently on him. She felt him getting larger and larger.

While his cock was not long, not quite reaching the back of her mouth, it made up for the lack of length with girth. Easily the thickest cock she had ever had in her mouth, she had to open wide to accommodate him. Something in her said 'Wow, I can't believe this. I've never felt anything so unusual and exciting at the same time.'

Michelle started to bob her head back and forth on him. She reached under him first touching his balls which were hanging low, dangling just off of her chin, and then holding them in her hand, hefting their seemingly unsupported weight. It was such a turn on that she felt another orgasm rolling up inside of her. With her other hand she started rubbing herself. She felt his cock getting even larger and then it happened -- both of them came. She felt his balls lift into his scrotum and release themselves and, a moment later she felt his cock surge. Over and over she felt the fluids leave his balls and work their way up through him and into her mouth. Over and over she swallowed but so much cum came from him that she couldn't swallow it all. She reached behind him with the hand she had been rubbing herself with and pulled him towards her impaling her mouth on his cock.

Michelle swallowed again and again but kept him nicely in her mouth not letting go for an instant. She loved the feel of him there - first his growing to his maximum girth in her mouth, then the pulsing as he came, and finally as he grew softer there. She held him there pressing her nose against his pubic hair, her fingers digging into his buttocks.

His cock lay in her mouth filling it as she sucked on it much like a baby would suck on a pacifier. She felt the roughness of his pubic hair on her nose and smelled the aromas of him, the spunk that had been deposited both on her face and in her mouth, and the urine. She enjoyed them all and her mind wandered from one to the other to the other. She stayed there breathing in the aromas holding him in her mouth, her hands still pulling him towards her... and daydreaming. Without thinking she started to rock back and forth on his cock seducing him back to life with her face. Each time his cock nearly exited her mouth she pulled him in again with her fingers digging into his ass and burying her face in his pubic hair.

Occasionally she would stop for a moment suck on the tip of his cock, the bulbous head still amazing her, and used her tongue on his pee slit thinking to herself 'Ohhhh my gosh, ohhhh my God.'

He responded well, growing again in her mouth and, digging his hands into her wet hair, he became urgent and forceful, started to shove his hips backwards and forwards frantically fucking her face. Ahhhhhhh he yelled as he came again. Ahhhhh!!!! He buried himself in her mouth this time his bulbous head pressing into her throat and he emptied himself there. This time she was so deeply buried in his groin that she could hardly breathe. Her eyes and mouth as wide open as they could be. All Michelle could do was hold on, and she did until he was finished with her. 

She sat there stunned; he pulled that thick cock out of her mouth and started to pee once more. Michelle looked up at him as he relieved himself on her face and her breasts and when he was done he simply tucked himself back into his bathing shorts, turned round, and left her there, used. 

Michelle knelt there for a moment reliving the actions of the last twenty-five/thirty minutes. She smelled every smell of the men who had used her, and then smelled the salt air of the beach around her. She wondered how this could be her, how this could be her life, and how both it excited her and bewildered her. She let that thought drift away, stood up and walked not to the water, not to the beach, but toward the pavilion that they had left.

Doing this was so against her normal nature, but it was so very exciting, that she might get caught with her men's cum (she thought of them now as 'her' men) and pee all over her body made her wet with anticipation. That someone might stop her and start a conversation, and that it would be rude of her not to share the conversation thrilled her. It was one of the rules she had at first objected to but then agreed to abide to with Robert.

But she didn't see anyone on the pathway. The proverbial coast was, in fact, clear. Michelle strode ahead enjoying the feel of the sand giving way beneath her feet with each step. Enjoying the feeling of all the men's fluids on her skin and the smell which wafted toward her nose from her hair as it dried in the coastal wind.

"Michelle!" "Michelle!"

Michelle knew the voice. It had been a while since she'd heard it but it was distinct and she knew it belonged to one of Robert's clients. She couldn't place the voice exactly but she knew that she knew it.

"Michelle!"

She turned to see Thomas jogging in her direction.

'Thomas!' she thought. 'Oh my'. She'd met Thomas some time ago at the Ritz Carlton where she'd had to dance with him when he tapped in on Robert and had taken advantage of her outfit. Michelle had worn a beautiful silver chain attached to her breasts by nipple clamps and had pulled the chain painfully when her jacket opened up accidentally as 'Unchained Melody' played.

Thomas. All 5'6" of him was catching up to her and she stopped to respond to his calling.

"Oh, hi Thomas. What a surprise.'

"Wow, it is you." Thomas replied. "I wasn't sure but the red hair is certainly a dead giveaway." "How are you, Michelle?"

"Life's pretty good Thomas. I can't complain."

Just then Thomas' nose curled up and he sniffed the air raising his head. "What's that smell?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm afraid I got into a bit of seaweed when I was swimming and it's left a distinctive aroma on me. I'm just going to the shower to wash it off."

"Ah. I could use a shower too. Mind if I walk with you?" Thomas really had it in for Michelle and had been dying to see her again after their encounter that one evening.

"Sure, of course." Michelle remembered again the rules that had been set down. She was to acquiesce to any offer from one of Robert's clients and to make them feel comfortable around her.

As they walked Michelle's breasts bounced nicely inside of the bikini top and her flat belly was a sign of how well she kept herself up. At 48 years old, she was still a woman who commanded attention in any room she entered. Michelle had a woman's body, ripe with curves and beckoning in its sensuality. She knew this and the effect she had on both men, and on women (many who were incredibly jealous of her well kept form.)

Thomas chatted with Michelle not so much to really have conversation, but in order to keep looking at her and watch her breasts. When Michelle stopped momentarily and bent over to pick up a seashell, Thomas thought he'd seen the Holy Grail. Her right nipple came completely out of her top and when she stood up she didn't notice it at first only looking down when she saw Thomas' stare centered on the pink bud.

"Oops... I'm sorry. That wasn't very modest of me."

"No problem, Michelle."

By now they'd reached the outdoor showers. Someone had left some shampoo in a bottle there and they were pleased to notice it. The shower had 4 heads to it and the person taking the shower had to pull a chain to get the water started. The stream lasted a few seconds and then shut off stopping the county from wasting water.

This created a bit of a problem for Michelle though. She wanted to wash her hair but couldn't get the water to stay on long enough to get a good lathering.

"Thomas... would you mind helping me wash my hair?" thinking he would pull the cord for her and she could wash her hair herself she was surprised when he said "Of course." and then took the bottle of shampoo and poured a couple of capfuls in his hands.

Michelle started to say something but thought better of it. He was, after all, helping her. So, she raised an arm and pulled the chain, leaned her head backward to soak her hair and then turned around her back to Thomas.

Thomas started washing her hair which was a thick red mane and was actually doing a good job of it. So much so that Michelle felt like she was getting a scalp massage. But then Thomas asked if she would like him to wash her back too.

"Thank you. I'd appreciate that." remembering her place and the rules as well as her promise.

Thomas squirted more of the shampoo on his hands and started to wash Michelle's back. He started at her shoulders and then went down to the top of her bikini bottoms. As he went up again his hands shifted to Michelle's shoulder blades and started to knead them with his thumbs. His fingers reached around Michelle's side to where her breasts were now coming out of the sides of her bikini. Going up and down her sides and Michelle's body not flinching he got bolder and the next time his hands reached the side of her breasts he pushed forward with his fingers and inside of the top. Now groping her breasts from behind, Thomas was in heaven. He kneaded her ample bosom and pinched her nipples while Michelle's knees went weak and she breathed in deeply.

Pleased with his conquest so far, Thomas was getting bolder still. Squirting some more shampoo in his hands he started washing her waist from behind. His hands went round her waist to her belly and then, as Michelle's hand was still in the air holding the chain, he slipped them inside the front of her bikini bottoms.

His joke in bad taste "I guess I'll just have to wash all your hair." his fingers played with the crimson rug that was Michelle's pride. He washed thoroughly inside of her bottoms and reached lower with his right hand and inserted first one finger and then two into her soapy vagina. His other hand slid behind Michelle and slid between her nether cheeks up and down Thomas thoroughly enjoying his moment. Michelle almost unconsciously spread her legs just a little providing him more access. His hand slid down until he reached the bud of her anus and his finger at first played with the opening and then pressed its full length inside of her. Michelle came quickly on his hands and her legs involuntarily gripped him, holding his fingers inside of her.

"Ohhhh." she sighed. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she exhaled deeply. She turned to Thomas and let go of the chain stopping the flow of water soon thereafter. "Thank you."

Recovering from her orgasm, she took a moment to just breathe and then asked "Would you like me to wash your hair for you too?"

"No, no, that won't be necessary." "But there is something I would like." and he reached around Michelle and untied the back of her bikini top first the bottom straps and then the top one and it fell to the ground allowing her ample breasts to hang nicely in front of him. "I'd like a hug."

"Sure." Michelle, who was Thomas' height, raised her arms one over his shoulder and the other below his arm and the two hugged, bare chested.

Thomas pulled Michelle close to him, his one hand around her shoulder too, the other now fondling her rounded bottom and pulling her toward him.

She could feel Thomas' erection underneath the surfer shorts and pressing her leg as they had their hug. "Oh my."

With that Thomas made a slight adjustment in his hug and, as a dancer leads his woman around the dance floor, Michelle knew instinctively what he wanted. His pressure was on her shoulder now encouraging her to lower herself in front of him. And she moved slowly down.

Her face now at belly height Thomas reached down and lowered his trunks exposing a penis that, rock hard, was barely 5" long and no thicker than a normal person's thumb. Michelle stifled a chuckle but went about her work obediently. She licked first the tiny ball sac and, even though his penis was one of the smallest she'd encountered, she still enjoyed the feeling of it as it bounced on her nose and forehead. She sucked his balls into her mouth both at once and rolled them around on her tongue pulling with her cheeks and playing with them like a cat might with a small wad of foil first tickling them and then pressing her lips together and just sucking. Her eyes closed she imagined his watchful eye looking down at her impressed with his new place. He had no idea that she normally looked at him with disdain and only did this because of her promise and, at the moment, she was having her fun.

She reached up and started to stroke his tiny, uncut penis. Using only her thumb and forefinger she stroked it up and down while still rolling his tiny testes in her mouth.

It didn't take long before Thomas grunted and shot his little load on Michelle's forehead. She continued to stroke him for a moment then, let his sac fall out of her mouth. Raising her head she then sucked his deflating dick into her mouth and cleaned him as she had been trained.

Michelle smiled at herself. At this little gesture she provided for him, for all her men. She rolled his little member on her tongue and pulled on him with her lips.

"Have fun?" she asked. Then "Turn around."

Thomas did as Michelle bade turning his back to her.

"Now bend over."

Again he complied holding onto the shower pole to support his weight.

Michelle pulled his right foot out making his feet more than shoulder width apart and reached between his legs and held his now soft penis and sac in her hand massaging his dick softly but firmly with her thumb and fingers while holding the sac with her palm, enjoying the feel thinking to herself something that actually startled her 'He's not much more than a boy.'...

With that she leaned forward and pressed her nose between his butt cheeks and her tongue darted out touching first the bottom of his sac but then trailing upward to his puckered little hole. There she slid her tongue back and forth over it while still working his little package with her hand. Thomas' unit started to harden again and Michelle smiled at herself and him.


Michelle Grilling at the Beach



Cupping his balls she continued stroking him enjoying the feel of this little man's penis. Her tongue flickered around his anus and then pressed forward.

"Unhhhhh..."

Stroking him with her soft hand and pushing deeper with her tongue, Michelle entered her own zone and dropped her other hand to 'her'. She had played with herself since reaching 12 or 13 years old and loved the feel of her womanhood. Pressing on herself and rubbing intensely, her ministrations were having the intended effect. Now in that zone there was no real thought, just manipulation. Manipulation of Thomas' little dick and balls, plunging deeper and deeper with her tongue in his ass, and now pressing fingers into her own vagina.

Her movements became hurried, her hand gripping tighter and her tongue now hard inside of Thomas' ass, her whole body shuddered. And shuddered again. And again.

She felt Thomas' own orgasm as his balls grew tighter in her hand and his penis pulsed.

'Good timing' she thought to herself.

When he was finished, she pulled Thomas' dick between his legs as far as it would go and sucked it into her mouth, her lips surrounding him and her tongue tasting the last drops of his semen. After rolling it around on her tongue she pulled it out again and, giving the head a quick kiss, kissed his ass one more time and let go.

Thomas stayed there, bent over as Michelle stood, picked up her top and started to dress again. She slapped him once on his butt. "All done sweetie."

What a different feeling this was for Michelle. It was as if she were in control with Thomas rather than the way she reacted with the majority of men. The feeling was foreign to her, but then she thought, 'I know what it is... '

While many of the men Michelle was used to were close in sexuality to Michelle, that is they loved sex and were at least fairly good at it, there were the extremes. She'd experienced one end of the spectrum with Robert. Robert who had taken her from the first moment she laid eyes on him and led her into a world of fantasy and fetish, a world where she was the submissive and knew her place recognizing both his dominance and his independence. He was, in her eyes, the strongest man she'd ever known. Perhaps not physically, or successfully, but his strength was from within. Robert was the first man, the only man really, that she knew that had a cock. Not a dick, or a penis, but a cock, a tool which he used to dominate her, to make her want more and more of him.

And then there was Thomas. Thomas had next to nothing. Nothing manly about him at all. He was a boy in so many ways and Michelle knew that she could only be with him as a part of her agreements with Robert. The 'rules' she'd agreed to. And she knew that her doing as he required -- his were not demands or commands, they were requirements that she could agree to or not, but not agreeing meant that she would not be with him and she so desired that connection that they might as well have been commandments like those given to Moses on the Mountain -- her following those requirements pleased him and she so wanted to do that.

So it was that she now walked away from her encounter with Thomas with lightness in her step. She knew she had done what was required and, when Robert knew of her actions -- she would report that she'd seen Thomas and knew that if Robert wanted to know more he'd ask, if not, well it was up to him, not her to decide -- but either way she knew he'd be pleased with her.

Seeing Michelle coming over the dune Robert smiled. She had pleased him this afternoon and he knew that his punishment had had its intended affect. While Michelle's bent was to be completely monogamous, and her history was one where she had practically always had only one male sexual friend at a time and, in fact she'd been married for just over 20 years and had never cheated on her husband, allowing more than one man to use her was tantamount to breaking her down completely. It went against her 'girl next door' opinion she had had of herself. And she particularly had had a difficult time with his requirement to acquiesce to men's requests, to accommodate them as it were, and to be completely submissive and then to tell him of her actions. This, it seemed, was the final frontier for her. Before Robert she'd always been in control sexually. She had been from very early on aware of her sexuality and men's desire to have her and inside of this she had also manipulated men in her life. All she had to do was not do anything and men tended to become blithering slugs wanting to mate.

I suppose it would help to describe Michelle at this point. Michelle, when you Google red-haired MILF, is the woman that shows up. A woman's body -- not that of a girl, with curves which remind one of Marilyn Monroe but not quite so exaggerated. Auburn hair bordering on red and shoulder length, her cheekbones high and her eyes not the typical blue of red haired ladies but a golden light brown giving her an exotic look that is so very rare. For those into numbers, Michelle is just under 5'4" and 115 -- a size 2 with curves, a 26 inch waist, 32 C bust and hips that round out to a beautifully shaped rear. Michelle is the type of woman where when she walks into a room conversations are known to come to a pause while both men and women check her out. It isn't only her stunningly good looks, but the way she carries herself. The daughter of a prominent physician and the former wife of a congressional candidate, she'd grown up inside of cotillion and junior league, and as an adult had dined at the White House as well as too many charity balls to count. She was, in everyone's estimation, quite the lady.

And then she met Robert. Robert brought out the inner slut in Michelle. The woman who actually craved submission, a certain amount of pain, and even being used... some might say abused. She couldn't put her finger on why it came out with him, but it did, and in ways she'd never have guessed. Ultimately though, she loved who Robert had allowed her to be, what he had guided her to open up to, and how he didn't judge her, but accepted who she was and opened her up to even more of it.

"You OK?" Robert queried.

"Yes, yes just fine. Thank you." Michelle smiled coquettishly and kissed Robert's cheek giving him a hug from the side as she did so.

Robert loved the way Michelle felt when she held him with her breasts on either side of his chest, her arms around him. He smiled when her left hand dropped in front of his body and into his swim trunks holding his cock lightly as she did so.

"I'd like you to attend to our guests, Michelle."

"Certainly.. Is there anything in particular you'd like me to provide?"

"No, just do what you do best. Make them feel welcome."

"Of course."

Michelle didn't call Robert 'Master', or even 'Sir' when they were out socially, that was left for the fetish clubs or the times when they played at home, but the implication was there and she understood the rules and abided by them most all the time. Her disobedience had been the reason for the golden shower of earlier. Michelle had been to a function Robert held at an upscale restaurant and one of his guests had felt ignored by her in a conversation. That wouldn't have been enough for the punishment she'd just experienced but when Robert brought it to Michelle's attention she had defended her actions rather than accepting his assessment and offering to clean up the mess she'd created.

As much as they needed one another -- a master cannot be a master without someone subservient and a submissive cannot truly be submissive without a master -- and as much as Michelle loved her place in their relationship, it was the fact that she knew he would always protect her and that she was first in line in his life that allowed her to experience all the ways he created for her to give in to her innate submissive nature.

So it was that when he took her to the dune and told her to go down on him that she thought it was just an opportunity to have some public fun. She had had no idea what she was in for. To have two men, men she didn't know at that, pee on her was the ultimate humiliation. Robert had provided her with golden showers from time to time, ever since she confided in him that it was one of her fantasies. But this, this had been beyond her fantasy world. The men had just used her almost as a toilet, and then left. Just left.

So now, when he asked her to take care of the guests she knew she would do whatever showed up to please them.

Pat and George were chatting at the nearby picnic table with their wives Penny and Adrienne while the four of them set the tables. Pat managed the offices of firm that competed with Robert's and George was one of his most productive brokers. Pat was trying to lure Robert over to his firm and had brought some fantastic Italian wines and a trio of bottles of Veuve Clicquot, Robert and Michelle's favorite champagne. He was a tall man, around 6'3" and had the body of someone who had been athletic but now was a touch over optimum weight. His wife, like Michelle, took care of herself, was in her mid 50's and looked much younger. She was bright, pretty, and self assured. George and Adrienne were a couple that seemed a touch out of place. While George was fit, a marathon runner which happened to be a body style that Michelle didn't care for preferring her men to be bigger, more like Pat and Robert, Adrienne was chunky. An almost homely woman, coupled with a sharp tongue and a bit of a chip on her shoulder.

Michelle strolled over to where they were chatting and asked if there was anything the four of them would like. Robert cooking the steaks on the grill looked over to see the conversation.

While he couldn't hear the conversation, what Robert saw was interesting enough. He saw Michelle in her bikini top that was just a hair too large for her and allowed her breasts to bounce nicely inside of it and also allowed someone to see directly into her top from the right angle and check out her perfectly formed nipples. This is exactly what he saw Pat doing as they chatted.

Robert smiled to himself as he saw Pat, his hand on Michelle's shoulder checking Michelle out and Michelle looking up at him knowing exactly what he was doing and allowing it. He saw Michelle put her hand on Pat's chest, laugh, and then turn to George. George was on the other side of the picnic table with a beer in one hand and the other straightening out the cutlery that was laid out there.

Robert watched as Michelle leaned over the table, her breasts nearly falling out of her top, she straightened out the silverware George had been laying down and looked up at him while leaning over the table. "Can I get you anything, George?"

George, loving the view, said "No, I think you're doing a great job. Obviously I'm not great at place settings so maybe just the rest of them."

"No problem." Michelle continued to lean over the table and work on each of the place settings. When she did, her breasts wiggled lusciously almost as if she had nothing on at all but more than that, it was almost as if the bikini top were a plate holding up a gourmet meal of breasts, displaying them as a French chef would plate a fabulous entrée.

When she was done with this, she went to where Adrienne and Penny were now taking out the condiments and side dishes. "May I help you two?"

"I think we have it covered dear." Penny responded. "But I tell you what, I'd love a glass of the Veuve."

"Me too." chimed in Adrienne.

"Coming right up." Michelle chirped and left to grab the champagne.

When she turned around she saw George and Pat had sauntered over to where Robert was finishing up the steaks. Since that was where the coolers were too, she headed that direction to serve up champagne for the ladies. Robert saw Pat's eyes turn away from the conversation and knew what he was looking at instinctively. When Michelle arrived the three of them were all turned her way. She smiled at them and said "The ladies want champagne." and, as Pat lifted the lid of the cooler for her both as a gentleman, and wanting a better vantage point, she bent over to pick up the first bottle of the evening.

George watching this with Robert couldn't help but think that Pat had made the wrong choice. The thin sari-like wrap around that Michelle was wearing slipped between her cheeks and laid there giving a perfect silhouette of her fantastic behind. From the way it sat between her cheeks it was obvious that either she had on a thong, or nothing at all (which actually was the case) and George nearly choked on the beer he was sipping. "Nice." he thought. "That's nice."

"Do you think one is colder than the others, Pat?" Michelle asked.

Pat leaned over putting one hand on Michelle's hip as he reached in testing first one bottle then the other two. "No, I think they're all about the same." and as the two of them raised up his hand grazed the whole of Michelle's bottom copping a feel of that perfectly round ass for the first time tonight.

After the glasses were filled, Michelle having her own concoction of soda, cranberry juice and bitters, the group seated themselves at the picnic table that sat only six. Pat suggested that he and Penny sit across from one another since they were married longest and she smiled knowing that he was trying to entice Robert to join his firm. What she didn't know was that, right now, enticing Robert was very far from Pat's mind. What was on his mind was Michelle.

So there they were Robert, Michelle, and Pat across from George, Penny, and Adrienne and the conversation started.

Pat started to say something and then stopped. Putting his hand on Michelle's thigh he said "Oh, we didn't set up the wine. I bought some great Italian reds. Should go fantastic with these steaks." He noticed that his hand wasn't on the wrap she was wearing, rather it was on the oh so smooth skin on the top of her thigh. What he didn't know was that one of the rules Robert had for her was that her skirt had to stay where it lay when she sat down. With this wrap dropping to the side on her right where Pat was sitting it left her nearly nude on that side. With that he gave her thigh a little squeeze and got up to gather the wine.

"Nice, I love Italian reds -- especially Barolo's with meat. You don't even need to drink them, all you need to do is stick your nose in and breathe in and you are transformed into another world." Robert's right hand was on Michelle's other thigh touching it softly as he spoke.

Adrienne "I don't know why anyone drinks anything other than champagne, or single malt. Everything else is just ... what's left after you drank something good."

George winced and touched Adrienne under the table. She looked at him with a glare and said quietly, but sternly in his ear "What?" Everyone heard her.

"Let's tone it down for tonight, please?" he whispered back.

Adrienne pinched his leg, "Sure honey, whatever you say."

With that Pat came back with bottles of Barolo, Brunello, and a Montepulciano that was to die for. He opened that one first went round the table to serve some to George and Robert, Penny and Adrienne still sipping their Veuve. Well Adrienne wasn't sipping hers she was on her second glass already and didn't have a reputation for holding her liquor well. When Pat came to Robert's side he made sure he was on Robert's right his hand on Michelle's shoulder as he poured and his eyes much lower as soon as he finished.

Sitting now Pat turned, leaned forward a touch and asked Robert "So Robert tell me something great about your lovely lady." As he did this his left hand slid over Michelle's thigh and, not noticing any resistance on her part, started to softly stroke it up and down loving the feel of her smooth skin. Michelle turned and looked at him without saying a word and then turned to Robert as he responded.

"Well, what is there to say? Michelle and I have a unique relationship and one that I cherish. Where most men seem to want something they don't have I'm quite sure that Michelle goes out of her way to please me. She goes out of her way to put a smile on my face even if it seems hard for her to begin with. She is a woman most men dream of."

"Wow! That's a pretty serious complement." George said a bit taken aback that Robert had such high praise of his lady when he was having such second thoughts about Adrienne himself.

Pat, whose hand was now nearly at the triangle of Michelle's legs, his little finger just touching the last of the bright red pubic hair that Michelle had so neatly trimmed agreed. "That sure is high praise. Penny is a great wife and she did a phenomenal job with the girls growing up... you know I'd probably have to say she really goes out of her way for me too." His finger now at the fold between Michelle's legs stroking up and down close to her wetness.

Penny responded "Pat, that's really nice. Thank you." then "A toast. To great couples." raising her glass and each of the other participants raising theirs they reached to the middle of the table to clink glasses. For those close to one another the toasting was easy but to cross the table Robert had to stand slightly and clink Adrienne's glass. When he retreated, Pat, too, rose slightly and reached across but, when he did, his left hand slipped further down and cupped Michelle's ruby triangle a finger pressing into her vagina slightly "To you, my sweet wife." tapping his glass to Penny's he blew her a kiss as he played with Michelle so surreptitiously.

When he sat, his hand still in Michelle's lap she lightly put her hand over his and then lifted it up and placed it on his lap. She started to pat it as one might to quietly say "stay put." and when she did, he slipped his hand over hers and placed it on his thigh. He 'dressed left' and this had the effect of placing her hand directly on top of his quickly growing penis.

Michelle gave him a quick squeeze and then said quietly to him "I need my hand please." He released her hand which she moved over the table and picked up her knife to cut into her steak.

As dinner went on he conversation got livelier as the bottles of champagne and wine got emptier, until finally the evening had devolved into a sort of 'Truth or dare' game. The subject quickly shifted to truth or dare about sex and the strangest things they had ever done as a couple. Penny and Pat were first and Penny divulged that Pat loved it when she dressed provocatively when they went out of town. That she felt he was a bit of a closet voyeur.

George and Adrienne were next and George deferred to his now somewhat acerbic wife. Adrienne said she thought it was a pretty intrusive question "You answer it, George."

George, not wanting to upset Adrienne any more than she already was said "We're pretty vanilla but I think I'd have to say that she's ... Oww!" Adrienne pinched him hard on his leg.

Michelle piped up "It's ok... it's just a game. You don't have to tell. But then you might just lose."

So it came to Robert and Michelle. Robert smiled. "Michelle enjoys holding me when I relieve myself."

Michelle startled, winced, but then smiled. Knowing her place she said "I do. It was a fantasy of mine for some time and one day he just brought me into the bathroom and let me hold him while he peed. It was the greatest thing ever."

Penny laughed "I could never do that with Pat, but I know he'd love it." "I think I'd do it wrong and get piss all over the bathroom."

"I almost did myself." Michelle responded "but Robert was patient with me and let me learn." then... "Would you like me to show you?"

"Oooo that sounds like a dare." replied Penny and before she could say anything else, Pat spoke up quickly "Well, I need to go now so there's no better time."

Looking at each other they all silently stood, then started laughing as they, all six of them, walked to the men's room.




Michelle Grilling at the Beach



Once inside Michelle looked at Robert who, rather than come forward for her to take him into her hand said "You'll have to give them the whole experience." and she nodded acceding to his quiet demand. Pat started to move toward the urinal and pull his zipper down when Michelle put her hand over his stopping him. She kneeled down, and raised her hands one holding the top of his pants and the other pulling down his zipper.

Michelle reached into his shorts, pulled down his boxers in front and gently unfolded his dick from its enclosure. She held it softly in her hand, not squeezing as Robert had taught her. Penny was watching her closely now, surprised with all that was happening but also a bit tipsy and curious. "So now what?" she asked.

"Now we wait for him."

Pat, though he really needed to go, was so shocked by what was happening that he didn't know whether to pee, or jam his semi-erect penis into those gorgeous lips that were so close. Knowing in the back of his mind that the latter would certainly be the cause for a quick, but extremely expensive divorce, he closed his eyes and relaxed. A stream of golden urine came gushing out of him and Michelle aimed it purposely at the urinal making sure that as little as possible splashed out though some of it at first did and she felt the droplets hit her on her face, chest and thighs. It seemed like he peed forever and the girls both Adrienne and Penny watched intensely. George was mesmerized by what was going on and Robert just smiled.

When Pat was finally done he started to reach down to tap the end of his dick as was his habit but Michelle stopped him "No, getting the last drops off is my job." and, to his amazement she leaned forward and put her lips around the end of his cock sucking it in her beautiful mouth and twirling he tongue around the head and the slit where his pee had just finished coming from. Michelle, on her own, took him deeply into her mouth once and pulled his length with her lips as she retreated kissing the tip of his cock before tucking it in his shorts.

Adrienne, visibly upset and with more than a little anger at this display shoved George forward. "You want her to do you too?!" "Go ahead, Michelle, do him too. It's the last time it'll ever happen for him."

Michelle looked at Robert who wasn't watching her, rather he was looking outside for the moment. Not sure of what to do next she reached up and asked George "Do you want me to do you too?"

"Oh... yes, yes I do."

You could hear a pin drop.

George was wearing swim trunks so Michelle pulled them down over his hips and buttocks freeing his dick which was much smaller than Pat or Robert's. Flaccid it was only perhaps a couple of inches long and she wasn't sure how to hold it. But she reached up and took him in her hand palm down and aimed him. Her holding him had the effect of exciting him and he started to grow before her eyes and his smell was one which she breathed in and loved. Holding him with her thumb and two fingers she aimed him toward the urinal and he started to pee. Just as his flow was unleashing, something bumped into Michelle and she slipped forward her face now in the direct stream of George's piss. Adrienne jumped and laughed. Michelle quickly righted herself but was soaked now with George's piss. Still she finished her job. She nuzzled her face on George's thigh moving the wet hair out of her face and then leaned forward as she had done for Pat and pulled his now semi-erect penis into her mouth.

Adrienne said 'You really are a slut aren't you, Michelle?" who responded with a slight nod.

"Then finish him off, slut." Michelle looked up at Robert who gave a slight tilt to his head and she went to work.

Pulling George's growing member in her mouth she reached up with her other hand and cupped his balls lightly. She rocked back and forth on George's dick and then moved her hand under him and started to play with his puckered anus. Pushing a finger in him, slightly at first but then more forcefully Adrienne squealed "Yes! Fuck his ass -- he's such a pussy." With that George shot his load. Spurt after spurt shot into Michelle's waiting mouth and she kept her head on top of him swallowing and swallowing her finger still playing with his butt hole. Finally, with his last bit of cum in her mouth and his knees weakening he touched her head and said "Enough."

She pulled her finger from his tight hole and then let his softening member drop out of her mouth. She kissed it once and then pulled his trunks back up to his waist.

"I think I need a shower now." was all she said as she stood up, kissed Robert on the cheek and walked, her hips rolling softly, to the ladies locker room.

"I think I'll help her." Penny said and followed quickly.

Adrienne said "I think it's time for George and me to go. Don't you George?"

Meekly George nodded. "Thanks for a great time. Good night." and they left the men's room leaving only Robert and Pat.

Pat, amazed with what had just happened spoke up "Wow that was something Robert. You are right. Michelle is every man's dream."