After cleaning up in the shower - which involved a lot of giggling, rubbing and more soap suds than he had ever thought possible - Tom and Kaley towelled off, threw their swimming gear back on and headed out to the beach. "Darryl will get suspicious if I stay here all day."
Tom stayed quiet. It was more difficult to stave off his guilt in the light of day. Out of the steamy bathroom, out of the fantasy world that he had been living in for the past half an hour, his conscience was twisting his stomach into knots.
Kaley didn't seem to mind, though. She was looking hale and hearty, having completely gotten over her hangover, and her cheeks were flushed from exertion as she downed an energy drink and raced for the beach. Tom followed at a distance, carrying his board and trying to figure out how he was going to look Darryl in the eye.
As it turned out, Darryl naturally suspected nothing. He greeted them with gusto, slapping Kaley's ass and kissing her on the cheek as Tom tried not to think about what he had been doing just twenty minutes earlier. Rather than try and catch any waves, he lay back on the sand and flipped on his sunglasses, simply enjoying the hot sun beating down on his skin.
***
Kaley laughed and spluttered as she wiped out again, spitting a mouthful of seawater back into the ocean and coughing slightly as she flopped down on her ass in the shallows. After a few moments, Darryl came sliding in on the next biggish wave, flipping his board up under his arm and sloshing over towards her. God, his damp skin sparkling in the sunlight was turning her on so much. She wanted to jump him right then and there, but that wouldn't be appropriate. Besides, she had a new toy to play with now. "You alright, babe?" he asked, his face showing no small concern. "You still look a bit out of it."
"I guess I am," Kaley said vaguely, squinting as she peered back towards the beach where she could just barely see Tom passed out under their umbrella. "Might go find some shade."
"Right. Don't overdo it, okay?" he prompted, reaching down to lift her up effortlessly with one big, muscular arm.
"Yeah, sure," she said, silently already apologising to her boyfriend as she gave him a quick kiss and trudged across the sand to where Tom was lying.
She looked the young man up and down while she still could. He wasn't as beefy as Darryl, but he was naturally broad-shouldered and kept himself in good shape. Unlike Quentin - who she had to admit was kind of sexy, in a cuddly sort of way - Tom looked like a prime example of a man. He just needed to fix that grouchy personality and tendency to complain about dumb shit. Right now, silent and unresponsive, he was cuter than ever. She could just pull his boardies down and ride him then and there, she thought as she noticed the not-inconsiderable package that showed through the loose, damp fabric.
Instead, she dumped her board on the ground next to him, sending a puff of sand scudding into him. "Oi! What the fuck!" he grumbled, lifting a hand to shade his eyes and peering up at her irritably. "Oh, it's you."
Kaley enjoyed noting the change in his voice, suddenly switching from pure irritation to mixture of apprehension and lust. She yanked one cup of her bikini top to the side, giving him a quick flash of her nipple. "Boo!"
"Jesus. Kaley, Darryl's gonna-"
"Oh, just shut up," she said, grinning. "I need to get fucked again. Wait five minutes and then follow me. You remember that playground by the carpark?"
"Yeah..."
"See you there." With a not-so-subtle wink, she turned and walked away from the beach, climbing over the dunes until she was out of sight of the water and trying not to let on how much of the moisture in her bikini bottoms was not seawater.
In truth, she found Tom dangerously addicting. She didn't even know if it was Tom himself - and the big fat cock that came with him - or the act of cheating that enthralled her so. And it was cheating, she reminded herself. She'd always been a good girl in that regard. In two years with Darryl she'd never so much as kissed another guy, and now here she was; she had allowed - no, invited - Tom to fuck her in the shower, made out with him and now she had organised another rendezvous without a shred of regret or guilt.
A joyful shudder ran through Kaley's body as she came to that conclusion. No regrets, only happiness and fulfilment. Her relationship with Darryl was not a bad one, and until today it had felt perfectly sufficient. But now she had had a taste of what else was out there, and the pleasure it brought her to sample the goods. Now her mind raced devilishly, flicking through possibilities. She would keep fucking Tom. That was for sure. But who next? Quentin, the big sexy machine? Paul, who may or may not be into chicks as well as dudes? That guy over there, watching her as she crossed the carpark?
Feeling bold, Kaley poked her tongue out at the dude who was ogling her ass. Giving it an extra wiggle, she hooked her thumbs into the strings of her bikini bottom and shimmied it down a little as she walked, giving him a solid eyeful of her asscrack before hoisting them back up and running onwards with a giggle.
The playground across the road from the carpark was abandoned, thankfully. Being March, most of the families with kids had abandoned their holiday hangout and returned to the cities. This beach was still reasonably popular with surfers, but a little remote for a family weekend trip at this time of year.
Making herself comfortable on the swing set, Kaley swung gently, kicking her legs back and forth as she did. Her pussy was already tingling just thinking about what she was doing. The thrill was getting her all fired up. "I'm cheating," she giggled quietly, brushing her toes through the sand underneath the swing set. "I cheated on my boyfriend this morning and now I'm gonna do it again."
Saying it out loud made it real, and made it better. She had expected to feel guilty when she saw Darryl, but all she had been able to think was "You poor idiot." The coursing adrenaline of what she had done was overcoming any sympathy she had for her useless boyfriend. Yes, he fucked her every night, filled her cunt with his decently big, thick cock and pounded her until she screamed with pleasure.
But it wasn't enough. She saw that now. Trembling, she felt her pussy clench as she revelled in her newfound freedom. Darryl's dick wasn't enough. She needed more dick, better dick. First - for now at least - she needed Tom's dick. God, what was taking him so long? It had been five minutes already, surely. Not even bothering to check if the coast was clear, Kaley plunged one hand into her bikini bottoms, feeling the slightest tinge of moisture that could definitely not be attributed to seawater.
"Mmmm..." she sighed, shifting forwards on the rubber swing so that she had more room to play. Spreading her legs dangerously wide, she rubbed a finger gently up and down her pussy lips, causing her whole body to shiver warmly. She tossed her head back and closed her eyes, embracing the feelings. The combination of the hot sun on her skin and the slowly burning fire in her core tickled her fancy in all the right ways, drawing beads of sweat from her skin and loosening every muscle in her body. Carefully avoiding her clit for the moment, Kaley sank one slow, gentle finger into her pussy, gasping softly at the feeling.
Before she could really get into it, however, a shadow fell over her, causing her to squeak and jump. "Jesus. Tom?"
It wasn't Tom. Kaley felt her heart drop like a stone into the pit of her stomach as she recognised the young man who had been eyeing her up in the carpark before. "Not today!" he said with a chuckle. "You really are a slut, no?" His voice was rough and accented - Latin American perhaps? He had Mediterranean-tanned skin, though, bronzed and slicked with a sheen of sweat.
