The Afternoon Swim

As things go, there are times when you just can't wait to find a quiet, out of the way place to have a good time with your husband.

I was thirty six years old, and my husband and I were three or so years into our open marriage, exploring new boundaries with each other, a few special friends, and having the time of our lives in the process.

It was a Saturday afternoon, our children were at a Carolina football game with my in-laws, our morning chores done, so we decided to spend the afternoon on our dock, sunbathing, swimming in the clear waters of lake Greenwood in the upstate of South Carolina, and having a few beers.

Both of us were well tanned, in excellent shape from hours spent at the local gym. At six feet two inches tall, with broad shoulders, trim waist, his chest, arms, and legs packed with muscle, short dark hair, hazel eyes my husband was very handsome, with a charming smile, cavalier attitude which made him absolutely gorgeous. He had been a police officer for nineteen years, was a shift Lieutenant, and SWAT team member.

I'm five-seven with blonde hair, brown eyes, a 36D-24-38 figure, which my husband encourages me to show off, especially when he gets to see other men's reactions. This particular day was no different, when he wanted me to wear a revealing high waisted black and white striped bikini made of thin lycra material which after getting wet clung to every nook and cranny of my body, and barely contained my breasts.

During the first years of our open relationship, he was always thrilled if I let someone have a peek down my top, or flashed my breasts, which I admit enjoying the attention I received, becoming more relaxed and excited the more I did it.

That day after a few bottles of seagrams ice, a bit of playing in the water, I was straddling his lap on the top step leading down to the dock, locked in a deep, passionate kiss, our bathing suits the only thing in the way of me feeling his long,thick shaft sliding into my very wet pussy. His hands gripped my backside as I slid up and down the length of his erection, dry humping him, getting wetter with each passing second.

He released his grip on my rear-end, untied the draw string on his Birdwells, opened the velcro closure, letting his hard shaft out, and told me we were going to fuck, pulled the crotch of my bikini aside allowing me to impale myself on his cock his hard shaft slipping inside me. I moaned in pleasure as our hips met with no thought of anything but the warm, hard cock inside me. Before I realized, my bikini top was gone my bare breasts, pressing against the warm skin of his chest, my nipples swollen, erect, and tingling as I rocked my hips back and forth. When my husband began rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pinching them hard, I felt my orgasm building, reaching climax quickly, my juices flowing freely around the hard throbbing cock of my amazing husband.

Between the handrails, pontoon boat and small storage shed at the side of the dock, we were almost hidden from view unless you looked down the dock from the lake, which is exactly what two men who were fishing were doing, and without missing a beat my husband turned me to face them, telling me to let them watch.

I looked at both of them, started playing with my breasts, my nipples, while I continued to ride my husband's cock, moaning loud enough for them to hear as I climaxed again. They stayed right where they were as I played with my clit, licking my juices from my fingers, and sucking them clean. Several minutes later my husband filled my pussy with his hot, thick semen, some of which I gathered with my fingers, tasting his salty,white, seed as I licked,and sucked clean. I blew them a kiss, turned around and wrapped up in a towel and walked back to the house with my bikini in my hand.

My husband left the cooler on the deck, came in the backdoor, asking me if I enjoyed being watched while we fucked, I answered that I really did, dropped to my knees and stroked, licked, and sucked his cock back to full erection, and we spent the remainder of the afternoon and evening pleasing one another.

Never saw the two men again, but I often wonder who they were and if they had as much fun watching as I enjoyed being watched.