Dinner was over. They had retreated to the beach for dessert, but now that was gone, too. A waiter had come by to retrieve their dishes and the crowd had thinned away to the point that they felt alone. Lounging quietly on a chaise, holding Tim's hand, and listening to the surf, Jen's thoughts drifted back to their afternoon on another section of the beach. Her heart began to race at the image of the two men. Of that cock. Of his cum.
"Do you want to head back to the room?" Tim interrupted her developing fantasy.
"Actually, I was just thinking that the beach is nice. Just sitting here, I mean. It's peaceful."
"Mm-hmm." He sounded as relaxed as she felt.
A part of her wanted to take him right there, on the sand, in front of their large hotel. She could envision a crowd forming around them. One or two timid men at first, then others, until they were completely encircled as she rode him; naked, exposed, watching those who were watching her. She imagined what they might have done as they enjoyed her lewd show. She eventually quieted that part of her, forcing reason and sensibility, and better judgment to take over.
"Let's take a walk," she suggested.
"OK," Tim sighed deeply as he began to rise from his comfortable position. "Where would you like to go.?"
"I don't know. We haven't really seen much of the place after dark. That music sounds like a live band somewhere. Let's go check it out."
He held her hand as they walked. She felt like a teenager again. Even the touch of his hand in hers seemed electric. Even though she was with her own husband she couldn't suppress the feeling that somehow they were doing something wrong. That they were breaking a rule. Or a set of rules. They shared this taboo secret that no one else could ever know. And she loved every part of it.
They found the band, playing on a stage under the roof where the breakfast and lunch buffets were served. There was no one on the dance floor and only a handful of people scattered around the large space. Restless, Jen quickly decided to move on.
After exploring more of the grounds, they eventually found themselves back on the beach, this time at the nude side, lying on the sand, listening to the lapping sounds of the gentle surf. This part of the resort offered even more solitude, being farther away from the main buildings of the complex. There was no one else there at this hour. Again, she found herself thinking of straddling him, right there. After all, she reasoned, they were completely alone. They had seen only one other couple, heading to their room, as they had walked the grounds. She wanted to cum, and she wanted to do it there. Right now. But she knew that she couldn't.
As though he were reading her mind, Tim rolled up on his side, kissing her beneath her ear, right at that sensitive spot on her neck. His hand drifted to her tummy, his fingers brushing her skin lightly. She heard herself sigh.
"You smell good," Tim said, leaning in closer to kiss her on the mouth. As he pulled closer to her, his dick pressed against her hand. It was hard.
"Looks like someone is excited,'' she whispered between kisses.
"Yeah. You have that effect on me."
She turned her hand enough to be able to grasp his shaft through his shorts. He was rigid.
"I don't know," she teased. "This seems a little out of the ordinary."
"This whole week has been out of the ordinary." He slid his hand down, slipping the tip of his fingers beneath the waist of her shorts. She instinctively pushed her hips up, trying to coax him farther down his path.
"I know," she breathed. "It's starting to make me a little crazy. It's almost all I think about."
He pulled his hands from her shorts only long enough to open the button at the waist and slide the zipper down out of his way. His fingers returned, finding their way to the warmth of her slit. Her legs opened instinctively. She wanted him inside of her. She needed something to relieve the tension that had only continued to build after their "walk" on the beach this afternoon.
When he brushed her clit she gasped at the sensation. It was a mix of heat and sparks and spasmed muscle. Her arousal surprised even her, but she didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to analyze it. She just wanted to ride the wave of whatever it was that was pushing her forward.
As he began to make slow, tiny circles around her bud, she closed her eyes and saw the men from the beach earlier in the day. The exposed member was clear in her memory. She allowed the scene to replay in her mind. Watching him as he touched himself, as he watched her. She imagined what the other was hiding beneath his shorts. She remembered the outline of his cock. His cock. Even her vocabulary was changing, at least here, in the privacy of her own thoughts.
That in itself was unusual for her. Jen couldn't remember the last time she had fantasized. Probably before she was married, thinking about Tim. And now she was fixating on two strangers who had seen her do the wildest thing she had ever done in her life.
Tim's fingertip began to push at her opening. She could feel her own fluids trickling out to meet it. She ground into him, doing all that she could to pull him inside of her.
"I want it," she gasped.
"Yeah?" he teased, pulling his finger away. "What do you want?"
