Ted lay on his stomach, his erection pressing the Ikea blanket into the sands of Dewey Beach.
Although the vacationing C.P.A. would have enjoyed resting on his back, this was impossible.
First, he burned easily, unlike his sexy wife who was beautiful in her near beige tan around the string bikini.
Ted looked over at Celeste, who had her beautiful little hand with the long red nails on that doofus's thigh.
Why can't she be a good wife? The third reason why Ted couldn't even roll over for a second was the little tent in Ted's Speedo.
This was the first time Ted had been out of the chastity belt for more than the three minutes allotted for monthly whack-offs...
In quite a while.
Probably he hadn't been out of the belt since the last trip to Dewey Beach the year before.
Celeste didn't take her husband to the beach more than once a summer, though it was Ted's beach house.
Ted saw the guy whispering in Celeste's ear, and she giggled. She never laughed like that when Ted whispered to her...
What was the guy saying?
He really should take his hand off Celeste's arm.
Usually Celeste took Travis or Jorge or just went with a bunch of her cute little girlfriends, and leave Ted with an assignment like scraping the wallpaper off the downstairs bathroom, and re-grouting the tub.
Ted would be busy the entire weekend with these chores.
The rest of the time he'd be watching "Cheers" re-runs...
Yes, and trying to pick the lock of the chastity belt with a bobby pin.
So Ted's unfulfilled erection, with the backed up desire of thirty-five sex-free days, was pressing hard into the Speedo, and he wouldn't be able to move for fear of getting arrested.
Jesus, is that asshole pouring sun block into her cleavage?
My God, the nerve of the guy. Celeste had a new friend, obviously...I can't touch her tits, why can he? I'd get up but, this damn bathing suit...not shorts, panties.
Ted had begged Celeste to let him wear the beach fashion—
Long, baggy trunks, like the other guys wore...
But Celeste was adamant. "Teddy" she'd said with a long red nail on Ted's lips...
"You're not one of the other guys...your Mommy's little prince, and you don't need to wear those macho trunks...right? Do what Mommy wants?"
As she'd said it, she'd squeezed Ted's cock through the Speedos, and he'd said no more. But the Speedos certainly weren't flattering—
Ted had spindly arms and legs and slumped shoulders and his skin was dead white until the sunburn set in—
Ted looked like he'd fallen out of a meat locker.
Ted hadn't been allowed to go to the beach much as a child.
Mother was worried that too much sun was bad for him, and possibly drowning as Ted had never learned to swim. And now that he was at the beach, he had to lie on this blanket to keep from looking obscene. Ted looked irritatedly over at his wife.
Celeste was supposed to be on the blanket next to her husband, but she was talking to this jar-head military type it seemed, forever. Ted was disgusted.
The guy reminded him of the drill sergeant who called Ted "Princess" and caused him to drop out of R.O.T.C.
That guy had been a jerk, and this one was a jerk, though Celeste didn't seem to think so.
She was laughing at some idiotic thing the guy was saying and her 38DD's were shaking in the miniscule black bikini top. Every guy on the beach was staring at her boobs.
Sergeant Rock offered Cel a Marlboro, and she lit up.
That wasn't fair! Celeste had decided—her decision the year before that they would quit smoking.
Celeste had quit almost immediately, it had seemed, but Ted had lots of trouble with quitting his two pack a day habit.
Celeste had tied Ted down to a bed and ran her nails up and down his purple, stiffening cock, squeezing his balls just a little, until he agreed to throw out his Lucky Strikes.
After Ted and Celeste got together, Ted had shown Celeste his chastity belt and told her of his fantasies about being dominated...
Cel had not gone for the teasing manually part at first, she'd just locked Teddy in the belt and allowed him to cum once a month by jerking off into a dish in front of her.
And then of course licking it up.
But recently Celeste had changed, and was much better friends with Ted's poor wee-wee.
He'd still never gotten his cock inside Celeste's mouth or twat, but Celeste now spent hours sometimes playing with Ted's cock as he moved and strained at the ropes.
Celeste's fingers were incredible —
Past girlfriends had given Ted occasional teasing hand jobs, but their wrists always gave out after a while. Celeste could stroke Ted for hours, doing different things.
Sometimes she'd just play with his balls, running an occasional manicured forefinger up and down the vein under his shaft.
Other times Celeste would twiddle the glans between two long nails, making Ted very excited, but terrified that she might miss and poke his sensitive cock head in error.
Celeste was always dressed during these occasions—Ted had never seen her completely naked.
But in her ultra tight shorts and miniscule T-shirts, skin tight sweaters or high heels, Celeste looked better clothed than many girls did naked.
Now and Celeste would bend over to give Ted a flash of her cleavage, or gradually strip down to bra and panties, or even a demi-bra, but no more...
Ted of course was nearly always naked these days, not just during teasing and masturbation sessions anymore...it was his "look" in the house.
At one point Ted had complained, as he felt embarrassed and Celeste had made him wear a Little Bo Peep outfit for a month, and serve her girlfriends lemonade during a Tupperware party.
