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candud · 9 years ago

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Cheating Beach Fantasy with images (Fantasy Friday, Jizz July)

“Shit, honey,” I said as I looked up at the row of balconies. The room directly in front of me was ours. “I forgot my sunglasses in the room. I’ll be right back. Just want to grab them real quick.” My husband nodded.

“Could you check on Drew while you’re up there?” Bethany asked. I turned and smiled.

“Of course,” I said.

“Take him some aspirin,” Bethany said sweetly. “These headaches of his are killers.” Bethany and Drew were friends of ours who had decided to accompany us on our trip to Mission beach. We’d scored rooms right next to each other, making it easy for us to help with each other’s kids.

“I’ll find something to give him,” I replied just as sweetly. “You got the kids?” I asked my husband.

“Between the two of us we’ve got it,” my husband replied, gesturing towards Bethany. Our two kids and their two kids didn’t seem too much to handle for two adults, especially since the toddlers would probably all just play in the sand.

I could feel my husband watching my ass as I hurried across the sand. He had been surprised I’d worn the orange bikini. Surprised and pleased. I’d never been the type to dress provocatively, though he’d long wanted me to. I shook my butt a little as I moved, knowing he wasn’t the only one staring.

I had keys for both rooms, and I headed for mine first. I grabbed my sunglasses off the dresser where I’d intentionally left them, put them on, and took a quick peek from the balcony. Hubby and Bethany were chatting and keeping close watch on the children. I moved quickly to the neighboring room’s door, sliding the keycard into the lock and walking in unannounced.

Drew was waiting for me. I’d no sooner stepped into the room than he gathered me in his arms and kissed me passionately, pressing his lips to mine as his hands slid down my back to my ass. He pulled me hard against him, and I found he was already hard and ready.

“Your wife asked me to help you with your headache,” I managed to breathe around his kisses. “Which head is hurting?” I asked, grabbing his cockhead through his shorts.

“Both, but I think I’ll be all better when you’re done with me,” he said. He pulled me harder against him as he kept kissing me. Our tongues played against each other, the eagerness evident in the way we skipped the sweet and sensual kissing and moved right into fucking each other’s mouths with our tongues. I knew his wife never would have kissed him that way.

We have to be at least a little careful, I knew. I took control, sliding around him so my back was to the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. I kept kissing him, kept wrapping my tongue around his, as I pulled him towards the balcony. He gladly went along, his hands kneading my ass, his cock needing my ass. I knew he would follow me anywhere. Sometimes I imagined making him tell his wife about us, just to see the look on her face.

Finally, as we approached the sliding glass door, I pushed him away. “We’ve got to keep an eye out. We can’t get caught.” He nodded, and I spun away from him, pushed my ass back into his groin, and then walked out onto the second floor balcony. Hubby and Bethany were both intent on the children, and I smiled as Drew walked up behind me.

He put his hands on my waist and pulled my ass back against him. I grabbed his hands and slid them up to my breasts. He barely had to pull down the triangles of my bikini top to get access to my nipples, and he squeezed them lightly as I kept an eye on my husband, making sure he hadn’t decided to come looking for me.

“Do you like the bikini?” I asked Drew. “I wore it just for you.” I thought of how excited my husband had been to see me in it, and felt a pang of guilt. I quickly squelched it. No use feeling guilty for dressing for another man when I was already fucking another man.

“I love it,” he said. “I wish my wife would dress like that sometimes.” I felt a hint of petty anger that he would mention his wife, but I swallowed that too.

“There’s a lot of things you wish your wife would do,” I reminded him. He barely needed the reminder. He bent me forward slightly. I felt him slide down his shorts, then pull my bikini bottoms out of the way. I was wet and ready as he slid inside me.

He moved his dick in and out, his heavy cockhead dragging against my g-spot each time he nearly pulled out of me. I knew he was teasing me, that he knew I liked it hard and deep, but he was going to take his time before giving me what I wanted. I also knew I couldn’t let him take too much time. This is your fault, I thought as I stared at my husband. If you fucked me like this I wouldn’t need to find something on the side.

My eyes on my oblivious husband, I grinded back hard, driving his cock deeper, taking away his ability to tease. He grunted with pleasure as he bottomed out in my cunt. “Your wife doesn’t do this, does she?” I asked him as he teased my nipples and I fucked him hard, pounding my ass back into his hips again and again. I felt a climax building quickly, more quickly than expected, and I wondered how much that had to do with the fact my husband was just a hundred feet away, and could look back at any moment.

Drew retook control, sliding his cock from me, then dragging it up and down between my ass cheeks. “Of course there’s one thing I really wish my wife would do,” he purred. I knew precisely what he meant. A lot of men wished their wives would do it. I knew it was an irresistible offer for almost any man.

I reached down and buried three fingers in my sloppy pussy, then pushed the wetness back to my asshole. I could feel Drew tremble in expectation of what was to come. He always trembled before he took serious control. He dropped to his knees behind me, spreading my cheeks with his hands and burying his tongue in my ass. I knew he loved the taste of it, the taste and the expectation of what was to come.

His wife looked back and I smiled at her. My husband looked back and waved as another man licked and probed my hole. I gasped with pleasure, then gave my husband a thumbs up to let him know I was making progress on Drew’s headache. He’ll be feeling fine in no time at all, I thought as my husband and my friend turned their attention back to the children.

Drew pulled his face from between my cheeks and stood as he pushed me hard over the railing, forcing my ass in the air, and positioned his cock against my asshole. I grunted, a strange guttural sound, as he forced his cock into my not-quite-ready ass. I bit my lip at the pain, but I knew the pain wouldn’t last long before it turned to pleasure at the intrusion. I wondered if he had any idea how close we’d been to getting caught. It my husband or his wife had looked back a moment later, they would have caught us in the act.

He thrust hard, so hard I was afraid he might push me over the railing. I pushed back, getting a better sense of equilibrium as he pounded away. I knew he always planned to be a little gentler, but once his cock was in my tight ass he just couldn’t hold back. And I loved a hard assfucking more than anything.

Drew grabbed my bun and yanked my head back as he fucked me harder. I smiled at the pain, pulling my head from his grasp and looking back to the beach. My husband was still there, his eyes on our children. Bethany was still there in her stupid, prudish two piece, the bottoms so big there wasn’t a visible hint of the ass her husband so desperately wanted to fuck. If only you knew what you’re missing out on, you silly bitch, I thought.

For a long moment I wondered what would happen if my husband did glance back again, if he saw his wife bent over the railing getting railed in the ass. It would be over. I knew that much. Was this really worth the risk? As Drew forced his dick as deep as it would go, lighting my nerve endings on fire with pleasure, I knew it was. He fucked me hard, so hard I felt my sunglasses sliding down my nose and I had to push them back into place.

I slipped my hand down between the railing and my pubic mound and began to diddle my clit. Drew kept thrusting, driving me into my own hand, drawing bursts of pleasure from my most sensitive spot. I knew I wouldn’t last for long, not with a nice cock in my ass and my fingers on my clit. I rubbed it harder, driving myself to the edge before allowing Drew’s next thrust to push me over.

I let my legs go limp, my weight driving him even deeper inside me, as I panted and gasped and moaned my release. “Such a dirty little whore,” I heard him say, and I couldn’t help but smile at the truth of his words. I looked back over my shoulder at him.

“What the fuck does that make you?” I asked him.

“It makes me happy,” he said.

I kept dropping, falling to my knees as his hard cock slipped from my ass. Then I turned to face him, taking his cock in my hand and stroking him. Someday I’d let him cum in my ass, but I liked being in control, liked being the one to decide where he could and couldn’t cum. “Send me back to my husband with your cum in my belly,” I told him.

“I have a better idea,” he replied. He took his cock from my hand, then pushed my hair back. I considered stopping him, but I realized I really liked his idea. I watched him through the tinted lenses of my sunglasses as he finished, his cum shooting across the lenses, dripping quickly down the slick plastic onto my cheeks below. “I should send you back like that, just so he can see what a cheating whore you are.”

“And what would your wife think?” I asked, knowing that he would never dare let Bethany see me like this.

“You fucking whore,” he said with a smile.

I stood and turned to the beach just in time to see my husband and Bethany were again staring at the balcony. I knew that couldn’t have seen what just happened, that they couldn’t see the cum drying on my sunglasses. I smiled and waved big. Bethany said something, and I could read her lips well enough to know what it was. “Is he coming?” she was asking, pointing to her husband standing behind me.

I gave her a thumbs up. He just did, I thought with a smile, his cum drying on my cheeks.

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