This is the 3rd chapter of the adventures of my ongoing Wifely Duties series
It'll probably make more sense if you read the first two parts, but each chapter is fairly self contained.
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The Beach
Michael lay on a towel under an umbrella on the beach. It was getting later in the afternoon, but it was still fairly busy. He turned to look at his wife Jane, sunbathing beside him. Her one piece bathing suit showed off her magnificent figure and long legs wonderfully. He turned back to continue watching the college kids that were playing volleyball to his left. The nine or ten coeds in the polka dot bikinis were of particular interest.
Michael watched the game for a while before Jane sat up and looked at the time.
"How about one last swim before we call it a day?" she asked.
"Sure, why not?" he replied, then placed his wallet and keys into his shoes, at the foot of the towel.
"Tsk, would you look at that." Jane half whispered. Two college kids had been necking for a bit, but things had progressed to some over-the-bathing suit petting. Jane clearly disapproved. "I feel sorry for those kind of fast girls."
Michael was taken with the girl. Though too far away to tell if her face was pretty, her bright red hair and matching bikini was enough to invoke the idea that she was a hot college coed.
"Michael!" Jane admonished him for staring.
"Should we go for that swim?" he asked, trying to change the focus of the conversation.
"Not like that we aren't" she continued to scold him. "You have an erection!"
"This?!" he asked pointing causally to his bathing suit. "Honey, between the bikini clad girls and your sexy legs, I've had this a while."
"It's inappropriate." she told him.
"I'm sorry but I don't have much control over it. Maybe if you were to help relieve me...?" he asked.
"I will not..." she caught herself about to begin yelling and lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "I will not... fellate you, on a public beach, in front of everyone!"
"Of course not!" he agreed. "I was thinking instead of something a little more... manual, once we're in the water."
Jane was not impressed with her husband. To have a, a boner (she still had issues even thinking that word) where others could see it plain as day, it just wasn't right! But she did appreciate it wasn't completely his fault. He had told her when she bought it, that this swimsuit drove him wild. And the giggling coeds, in their polka-dotted bikinis certainly couldn't have helped. Maybe she should have performed her wifely duties on him that morning. Maybe that would have prevented the current situation.
She cursed herself for procrastinating this chore yet again.
"Okay, but..." she conditionally agreed. "Only once we're deep enough that we can be discreet."
They walked to the water, Jane looking to see if anyone else noticed Michael's erection, worried they would get in trouble. It only took a few seconds to get knee-deep in the lake water, but several minutes of wading to even get waist deep, the incline was so gradual.
"How about here?" Michael asked, his erection throbbing as he anticipated his wife's fingers.
"No, not here. People would see my arm moving and might suspect something." She said as she continued on.
Michael looked back at the shore. Though they were out a fair way, he could still see the volleyball game clearly enough. And he thought he could see that the heavy petting couple had progressed to some under the cloths action, though he couldn't be entirely sure. He turned back and followed his wife Jane deeper.
Eventually the water was above their waists, though still below Jane's magnificent breasts. She continued deeper, determined to have the water to her shoulders before she began masturbating her husband.
As they continued to half swim, half wade, the lake got dramatically shallower.
