Beach Interrupted

We were attending my son's wedding and he had put all the in-laws and outlaws in a beach house.

About one in the morning most folks were sleeping. We could hear voices in the kitchen as we crept down squeaky stairs. The voices stopped. Had they heard us? We give each other a look and my wife slides past me and walks into the kitchen. I hear her grab a glass and start the faucet. With a blanket tucked under my arm, I sneak out the front door. The door makes a noisy click as I close it.

I run across the street into the bushes that separate the street from the beach. I’m watching the front door when I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Gotcha”, she hisses.

“Where did you come from?”

She kisses me and her tongue tastes salty from her sweat.

“Who cares, let’s go.”

Hand in hand we walk down the path that leads to the beach. Then down to the water. The Moon is bright, and the tide is out. We look one way and then the other. No one is in sight.

We go back to the sand dunes and wander around while my wife picks a spot.

“Here.”

The spot she picked was a little horseshoe shaped spot about as big as a Queen sized bed. We sit down and start to make out. I feel her hands under my shirt as I find her breasts. Her nipples are rock hard. Our t-shirts come off and kneeling, I hold her close. As I suck and nuzzle her neck I feel her looking left and right. She sucks on my neck and nibbles and tongues my ear.

“Lay down”. She whispers.

She helps me out of my shorts and begins to pleasure me with her mouth. I stare up at the starry night. She works with a slow, familiar rhythm that drives me wild.

She keeps at it as she wriggles out of her shorts. No panties. Without missing a beat, she slides over and positions herself above me. She is so damn ready for me. Every time I touch her most sensitive spot she moans. I explore her slowly, tasting and teasing. A couple of minutes of this and she starts to tremble. I hold her close, drawing her into my mouth. She starts to struggle but I hold fast. I focus on her pleasure, and as I add a gentle touch elsewhere, she stops what she’s doing to moan loudly and choke out, “I Love You.” She says that every time she comes. My mouth is full as she gives herself over to the moment. She buries her face into the blanket.

I grab her legs and flip her on her back. She has a face full of sand. She spits and wipes her face as I enter her fully. Deep in one smooth motion, she arches her back.

“I Love you.”, she blurts out.

“Love you too.”

I move with her, slow then faster, then slow again. She’s sucking and biting my neck.

“Stop, stop, stop,” she says, “I’ve got sand down there.”

“Feel good?”

“No it hurts.”

“I can fix that.”

I go down on her and carefully clean the sand away, licking and spitting, focusing on making her forget the discomfort. I finish with her most sensitive spot and she comes again.

She rolls onto her knees and I enter her from behind. With a steady rhythm, I keep going. Her face is buried into the blanket again. I reach with my right hand to her spot—the “Spot” just above her hip bones—and squeeze just right. She comes on contact. Once, twice, three times. She loves it and I can keep going all night.

It was about then I noticed him. Maybe 50, maybe 60. Grey hair in shorts and swim trunks. His hands were busy and he’s slowly pleasuring himself.

“Hi”, I say.

“Good Evening.”

My wife mumbles, “Don’t stop.”

As I keep going, the old Man says, “Very nice. Make her come again.”

As if on cue, my wife moans out an “I Love You”.

I couldn’t resist the opportunity and pointed to where her head is. He moves closer. I grab her hair and pull her head up.

“Suck his dick, Sweetie.”

Without hesitation or opening her eyes, she takes him in her mouth. It’s a lot and she starts to gag. Now she opens her eyes and says, “DAMN!” I think the jig is up but she goes down on him again. She does what she can and uses her hands for the rest. He’s moaning now. I’m still moving behind her, adding gentle touches.

She says, “I Love You” with him still in her mouth. It sounds like “I Wub Ooo”.

Then he comes. She knows when I am about to reach my peak and likes to have it splashed on her face. This took her by surprise and she takes it all. She sits up on her knees. I pull away. She’s coughing and gasping, with evidence of his pleasure spilling from her lips. God I wish I had a camera.

“Who the fuck are you?”, she says.

“I’m Dave”.

“Hi Dave”, she says, still touching him.

Then she tells me to turn around and positions herself over my face.

“Fuck me, Dave”, she whispers.

He starts to move with her as she takes me in her mouth.

Now I have both her and him to attend to. I focus on her pleasure, licking and teasing her sensitive spot. Every now and then I give him a taste as well. She works on me with all her skill. I feel her come over and over. When he reaches his peak, so do I. He pulls away and his warmth lands on my face. I don’t care. My own warmth shoots into her pretty mouth and she doesn’t care. She flips around and kisses me on the mouth, sharing the moment.