by Boondocker
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is intended for adults.
Jared
and Stacy had decided to celebrate their third anniversary in San
Diego. They got a nice room in a hotel on the beach.
After three years of marriage, Stacy and Jared were in a very good
place. Jared had learned to read Stacy's moods perfectly. He had
learned the ins and outs of his wife's sex drive. She wasn't a slut and
she wasn't a nymphomaniac. Over time he came to realize and accept that
days could easily go by without any thought of sex crossing her mind.
When her mind was on other things, she simply wasn't interested. She
never denied her husband her body but when she wasn't herself in the
mood, the love-making was perfunctory and quickly became unsatisfactory
for Jared.
The difference between an eager and horny Stacy and a Stacy that was
letting her man screw her to make him happy was like night and day.
Fucking Stacy while her mind was on other things was just not a lot of
fun and unfortunately, the very focused nature of Stacy's personality
made it practically impossible to change her mood.
So, Jared had learned to wait for Stacy to get in the mood herself. One
thing he had yet to figure out was what exactly it was that would get
her started. Many a week, a couple days would go by without a single
saucy look or wiggle from his wife. Then some random day would roll
around and without any explanation, Stacy would come home from work
hotter than a firecracker. On such nights, dinner would often be
completely forgotten as she screwed his brains out in every room in the
house. Jared's wife was an off or on kind of lady and given the sheer
power of her appetite when it was on, Jared had half-unconsciously
decided not to bother when it was off.
Fortunately, their little second honeymoon was guaranteed to keep her
switched on.
They checked into the hotel and made their way to their room. Jared
noticed that his wife seemed very serene, surprising after the flight
and the usual hassles at the airport.
The moment after they entered the room, she opened a suitcase and dug
out Jared's swim trunks. Without a word, she handed them to him and
pointed towards the bathroom. Stacy's trademark lock of hair was
dangling in front of her right eye. Her face was still calm, hinting at
nothing she might be thinking. From long habit, his eyes unabashedly
dropped to check out her breasts. The bra and comfortable shirt she had
worn for the flight didn't reveal much. When his eyes returned to her
face he though he caught a hint of a smirk but otherwise, she didn't
react. She brushed the lock of hair back and gestured toward the
bathroom again. Grinning and shaking his head, he did as he was told.
Jared changed quickly in the bathroom and bundled his traveling cloths
into a ball and stuffed them under his arm. He checked himself in the
mirror, frowning slightly. He was pale and had a hint of a paunch. Or
maybe more than a hint. He squared his shoulder. Well, he thought, my
pecs and shoulders aren't too bad. Shaking his head at himself, he
pushed his insecurities from his mind and counted his blessings. His
one soft, feminine and ever so horny blessing. Stacy loved him and that
was all that mattered.
He opened the door and exited the bathroom. As his eyes adjusted to the
darker hotel room, he saw his wife silhouetted against the glass
balcony door that looked down on the beach.
Stacy was naked, legs spread slightly and arms wide over her head,
pressed against the glass.
Jared drew in his breath through his teeth, hissing. His cloths dropped
to the floor, forgotten. One part of his mind commented that she must
have undressed very quickly and assumed the position immediately.
Another part started gibbering that everyone on the beach could see
her. The first voice pointed out that the bright sun and the tinted
windows made that unlikely.
Fortunately, neither inner voice could really be heard over the roar of
Jared's beating heart. In public, Stacy always seemed reserved and a
bit mousy or sometimes direct and business-like. And during their
frolics in the bedroom, she was such a bundle of energy that Jared
hardly had a chance to get a good look at her sometimes. But as he
stared at his wife's silhouette, he was struck dumb by her beauty.
Her legs were not the long stems of a model... they were sensibly
proportioned, well fleshed limbs he knew could act as a powerful vise.
The sweeping flare of her hips was neither exaggerated nor too
subtle... it was just there quietly making a sensuous, feminine
statement. As his eyes adjusted he could start making out some detail
within the shadow. Her ass hovered blandly between tight and plump but
the skin was flawless. As he stared, she shifted her weight slightly
and he saw muscle play beneath the flesh and recalled the many times he
had felt that butt squirm under his hands.
His gaze continued upwards, noting the definition in her back. Again,
it wasn't dramatic, just enough to show that there was a dynamic living
being behind that flawless skin.
As his sweeping eyes reached her shoulders and head, he noticed that
her face was turned to the side and that she could just see him out of
the corner of one eye. Again, that eye was peering out from behind her
bangs. As his gaze made contact with hers, she gracefully swung her
body around to face him.
She leaned back against the glass, arms now spread out like wings, the
hands poised in an elegant droop. She kept her face turned to the side,
inviting his gaze.
God those tits. Jared had always been a breast man. Breast, face and
hair; those were the big draws for him. He could appreciate nice legs
and a well toned ass but it was the upper half of a woman's body that
had always drawn him. And his wife's tits were just...
For a lot of his life, Jared had been drawn to big tits. He supposed
that was true of most males. But it eventually dawned on him that big
tits were great mainly because you could see them on the street. Big
tits were overtly sexy. Big tits were loud. Big tits were like
billboards.
Stacy's perfectly shaped B-cup mounds were more like the Mona Lisa. You
wouldn't look twice at Stacy if you passed her on the street but on the
street wasn't where breasts were meant to be worshiped. In the bedroom,
they were the stuff to inspire entire religions.
The upper part of her breasts were a smooth even slope of unbroken
white perfection. They rose to a swell and then curved dramatically
inward, giving each tit clear definition and weight. They were capped
by her soft pink nipples. As was so often the case while they were
subjected to his gaze, they were puffed up dramatically, engorged with
lust, each areola a perfect half-circle dome surmounting the flesh of
her breast. The nipples themselves were curled in tightly on
themselves, hard with passion and sticking out just a little further
still.
Jared literally lost track of time. Eventually, Stacy shifted her
weight, her firm breasts barely moving. She had yet to say a word.
Jared worked his mouth and blinked his eyes a couple times. He
attempted to finish his survey. His eyes slid down along her belly,
taking in the hint of softness and the deep shadow of her navel. As he
reached the ginger-colored nest at her loins, Stacy moved again. She
giggled softly and slowly drew one leg up, bending her knee and
crossing it against her other leg, effectively hiding her sex.
Jared eyes came up and he saw that she had turned her face to meet his
gaze. She paused motionless for a few more seconds and then casually
pushed herself away from the glass door. Jared's pulse continued to
pound in his ears as she seemed to float across the room toward him.
She detoured to the dresser where she had somehow had time to set out
some of their things and picked up the bottle of sunblock. She drifted
over to him, stopping as her breasts came within a hair's breadth of
his chest. Jared and Stacey were nearly identical in height... she was
often taller in shoes. She let her eyes slide by his without meeting
his gaze and leaned over slightly next to his cheek. She still had not
touched him. She said in a soft, almost ordinary sounding voice, "Jared
honey, could you help with the lotion? I don't want to burn."
She didn't wait for a response. She handed him the bottle, which he
took dumbly, and turned away to sway over to the bed where Jared saw
she had spread one of their beach towels. That dumb little voice in the
back of his head made a comment about how well she had planned this out
and said something to the effect that "Of course Stacy would never want
to get oil on a bedspread, even at a hotel" but it was still being
drowned out by smoldering passion.
Stacy laid herself down across the towel on her stomach. She murmured
"Don't forget my feet" and then seemed to drift off to sleep.
Holy Shit! His wife had never acted like this before. It had always
either been "not interested" or "jump his bones and then do it again".
This... this was like playing out some fantasy. And Jared knew
immediately that that is what she was doing. She was playing. About
sex. This was completely new for his wife and Jared was blown away.
Stacy's playfulness had always been a lot like her sex dive... either
she was feeling playful or she just wanted to get on with whatever she
was doing. It had never really occurred to Jared what would happen if
the two were combined.
Hell, in a way it was a good thing she wasn't normally like this...
Jared would have blown every blood vessel in his body long ago.
Jared tried mightily to regain his composure but even so, his hands
trembled as he tried to deposit some of the lotion into his palm. He
managed to make it over to the bed without tripping or getting lost and
knelt on it beside her. Gingerly, hesitantly, he spread the lotion
across her shoulders and down her back. He worked it into her alabaster
skin, kneading gently as he went. He paused to add more lotion, using
the bottle to draw a line down her spine. Stacey shifted slightly and
Jared felt a tremble through the bed. Goose-bumps chased each other
across her back.
... Goose-bumps. Unbidden, a vision of just how perfect his wife's
breasts looked with her nipples erect and goose-pimples standing at
attention across their slopes. Even an imaginary mental image of his
wife's breasts could take his breath away.
Again blinking and shaking his head, Jared lifted one leg and straddled
his wife's thighs just below her little butt. He made short work of the
lotion he had deposited on her back, spat more out onto one palm and
rubbed his hands together. Considering for a moment, he smiled slightly
and brought both hands down on her globes with a forceful slap.
Stacy murmured sleepily, "Having fun?" Jared wasn't fooled. Yes, she
was playing. He could feel the tension in her body, the little shudders
she couldn't suppress. He gave her a ton of credit for self control; he
hadn't known she had it in her.
He worked the lotion into her cheeks, ensuring that every inch was
covered and shamelessly digging into the valley between. He began
playing a game of his own, teasing, moving towards her sex as he rubbed
oil into her thighs but always pulling back before making contact. He
smiled as the tension and trembling in her body grew. Once or twice,
barely audible cries of frustration escaped his bride's lips.
Finally, he changed the patterns of his movement and seemed ready to
start work on her pussy. But again, he stopped short. Jared suppressed
a chuckle as he saw her hands bunch into fists and her legs squirm
briefly beneath him. "You know, you're right" he said. "I don't want to
forget your feet." He lifted himself away from her body and moved to
stand at the foot of the bed. However, he didn't linger there long...
he quickly rubbed the oil into her feet and calves and when he finished
he sweetly said, "Stacey, honey, I'm done with this side. Do you want
to turn over?"
With a great deal of self control, Stacy paused for a couple breaths.
She hoped Jared didn't know just how thoroughly he had turned the
tables on her but knew he had felt her body reacting as he knelt over
her. She breathed deeply once, twice and the turned over onto her back
with as much grace as she could muster. She made sure to keep her legs
together, fighting the urge to spread herself open for her husband.
Struggling to maintain a normal voice she said "I hope you can control
yourself."
Jared watched as his wife turned to face him, revealing her breasts and
the nest of hair between her legs. She was maintaining control but her
lips trembled and her eyes drooped. He could see her nostrils flare and
as his eyes traveled down her body he could see moisture glistening on
the light patch of hair covering her mons. "No, I can't."
He dropped the bottle of lotion and practically leaped onto the bed. He
bounced his way up her body and fell into her arms, covering her body
with his. By instinct, Stacey's arms came up and wrapped around his
neck. She squeezed him to her body and their lips ground together
almost painfully. Their mouths opened and their tongues collided in a
slippery embrace. The usual, familiar play of lip and gum turned into a
riotous clash of passion and teeth.
Quickly, one of Stacey's hands grabbed the waistband of Jared's trunks
and tried to force them down. Jared's opposite hand joined in the
effort as each hunched their body to free the cloth from the pressing
flesh. Their lips and tongues remained locked as his trunks bunched up
and his cock sprang free. He groaned softly but deeply into her mouth
and she responded with a small, muffled cry of her own as her hand
closed around his member. It was hot and throbbing and she could feel a
slick of lubrication emanating from its flared head.
Her legs were still closed, locked between his as he straddled her. But
logistical details didn't matter. She pointed his shaft at her hole and
instinctively, he pushed down into her.
The head of his cock bumped against her clit, causing her to jerk as if
briefly electrocuted. The bulbous appendage continued downward, the
head pushing between her thighs and sliding along her juicy cleft as
the shaft sawed against her little bead. The hand that had been griping
his manhood shifted to his back and she pulled him tightly to her.
The cock approached its destination, thrusting to the base of her cunt
and finding her honey hole. The head popped through her snug inner lips
and their stomachs slapped at the contact. They both arched their
backs, pressing their pelvises together.
Stacey's head jerked to the side, breaking their violent kiss and
crying out, grunting in triumph and ecstasy. Jared pressed down on her
body harder still and then let the bed rebound, pulling his cock out to
the brink of popping free. He did not linger at the apex but rather
immediately lunged forward again, sawing against her clit and burying
his cock along her slit and into the tight embrace of her tunnel.
Both lovers were aroused to such a degree that in barely a minute of
Jared's pounding, they were both cumming, both screaming and groaning
as their bodies shook against one another. Jared's vaunted stamina had
been overpowered by the sheer sensuality and lust of his partner. For
her own part, Stacey experienced an orgasm that washed the tension out
of her body with a flood of shivering fire. As Jared pumped his seed
deep into her core, her cries died away as her throat constricted. She
was left with her mouth agape, eyes wide open and body experiencing a
series of shocks and tremors that would soon leave her a mindless,
quivering mass.
Jared breathed hard, the last of his own personal lotion dribbling into
his wife. He rested his body on hers, feeling her orgasm wrack her
body. In her hole, he felt one shock wave after another as she spasmed
against his member. He watched her face as it strained against the
sensations filling her body.
God damn, sometimes his wife could cum harder than any woman he had
ever met.
He lay atop her at least five minutes, luxuriating in the feel of the
wife's clenched pussy on his sensitive penis. She quieted down and was
breathing almost normally when he finally rolled off her onto his back.
He expected her to go to work on his slowly deflating cock. That was
her way... one orgasm, no matter how strong, was ever enough for Stacey
and Jared expected her to start demanding another good screw any
second. But she surprised him again. She did roll up onto his body,
briefly looking into his eyes and gracing him with a smirking grin, but
then she rolled off the other side, dropping her feet to the floor. She
stood to look down at him. Jared noticed some of his semen and juices
of her own had begun to trickle down her thigh.
Stacy saw where he was looking. She giggled and ran a finger along the
trail of moisture, gathering it up. She lingered at her pussy lips,
using three fingers to gather up some more of the viscous substance. In
a loving manner she bent over her husband and ran her fingers along his
chin and into his mouth. "I think maybe we should clean up a bit before
going out to the beach." She said.
Jared licked and sucked on her fingers, savoring the familiar taste of
their mingled sex. Stacy withdrew her hand and moved down his body,
bending lower. As he had originally expected, she took his softened
cock into her mouth but only for a moment. She held it there briefly as
she used her tongue to wash him but then stood up again. She turned
away and headed into the bathroom. Jared heard water running and then
his wife's voice, "I was serious about getting cleaned up stud. And
don't forget the sunscreen."
Jared was a bit confused and lay on the bed for a bit. Then he got up
and stood in the bathroom's doorway, watching his wife wipe her thighs
and groin with a damp washcloth. "Really?" he asked, "You're ready to
head out? Where's my horny little fuck bunny?"
Stacy had finished and dropped the cloth into the sink. She stepped
over to her husband and rested a hand lightly against his chest. "Oh,
I'm still horny, baby." She responded. She playfully tweaked her own
still prominent nipple and then his. "But I think that it would be
really cool to hit the beach with a bit of a buzz on. There's a lot of
flesh out there for us to feast our eyes on... lot of tightly wrapped
packages. In fact, I imagine I'm going to be at a high boil all day
long." She drew out the final three words suggestively. She walked past
him back into the bedroom to dress. "In fact, tonight I afraid I'm
probably going to end up fucking you to death."
Stacy asked her husband which swimsuit he wanted her to wear. She
showed him the three she had packed. She had bought two of them just
the week before and Jared had never seen them. Both were two piece
bikinis. One was an absurdly tiny lime green number that was little
more than three small triangles of cloth linked by string. The other
was a deep magenta and offered a little more coverage as well as
support for her breasts.
Jared made suitably appreciative noises as she held the new suits
against her body. Then she showed him the black one piece she had worn
during their honeymoon in Fiji. She watched him carefully for his
reaction.
Jared hesitated longer than he probably should. He felt like he was
treading on dangerous ground. He was thrilled that his wife was
offering to don a skimpy bikini and walk the crowded beaches with him.
It excited him on several levels. However, that familiar black
one-piece was still featured in many of his best fantasies. It looked
absolutely fantastic on Stacy.
He tried his luck at honesty, "Honey, you know how much I like that
black one. It's just absolutely perfect on you."
Stacy raised an eyebrow and just looked at him for several long
seconds, letting her husband sweat. "So you don't think my flat, boyish
body can do justice to a bikini? Is that what you are saying?"
Stacy tried to put stern heat into her voice but failed completely. She
was visibly trying to hold back laughter. Her darling husband looked so
nervous!
Jared was relieved and felt a little foolish for being worried. His
wife was not some paranoid, vain air-head. There wasn't much he could
say that would offend her and she already knew his tastes. Still, he
thought he would make sure she understood the situation. "I think it's
totally awesome that you're willing to wear one of those little things
for me. I know that they may make you a little uncomfortable. But
honestly, if you want to look good for me, that black suit is
guaranteed to make a big impact."
She did give him a final skeptical look. He walked over to her and
rested his hand on her bare hip, the other clasping her shoulder. He
kissed her briefly but pulled back before she began to respond. "It's
not about showing skin, it's about style".
She stared at him for a few seconds, eyes only inches from each other.
Then she grinned at him and punched him lightly in the chest. "I know
that dummy. I just wanted to make sure you do."
She turned away from him. "Turn around. Don't look while I put this on."
Grinning and shaking his head, Jared did as he was told. This placed
him at the glass door to the balcony and he spent a quite minute or so
watching the people on the beach.
"Okay, turn around".
With his back to the bright window and its light streaming into the
room, his wife was lit as well as any photo studio. He happily drank in
the sight before him. They had just has a fabulous "quickie" and his
wife had been moving about the hotel room naked for the last fifteen
minutes but still, seeing his wife in that swimsuit had a heavy impact
on Jared's lust-soaked brain.
The suit was a one piece but it was not a generic swim-team type suit.
It was trimmed in gray-silver piping and its lower half cupped Stacy's
pussy mound tightly, framing that promised-land in silver. The hips
were cut high, showing bare thigh nearly to her waist.
The neckline, if you could call it that, plunged down to below her
navel, granting glimpses of her creamy stomach and wide cleavage. Just
above her breasts there was a tie string, holding the left and right
halves of the garment together. Each half has held up by a wide strap
across her shoulders.
Stacy turned, displaying her back. Across the top, the two halves were
joined by an expanse of material extending half way down her back.
There, a cut-away roughly circular in shape spread widely to her
flanks, revealing the small of her back and threatening to show hints
of her butt crack.
Jared just loved the effect. He couldn't imagine any mere biking
looking half as good.
She turned back to face him and he just shook his head in wonder.
"Un-fucking-believable."
Stacy bounced with a sort of giddy joy that was not at all feigned. She
really liked being able to have this sort of effect on men when she
chose to. But now, it was time get out of that hotel room before she
jumped her husband's bones again. She turned away with a whirl and set
about a few last tasks. Jared joined her.
The last thing Stacy did before leaving the room was plop her big
floppy sun-hat on her head and put on her sun glasses. "Let's go honey,
we got flesh to ogle."
Jared laughed as he closed the door behind him and followed her down
the hall. "I actually think it will be more fun watching people ogle
you."
�Boondocker