The One That Got Away 20

I always love to go to the beach. So many hot women in skimpy bathing suits; how could any straight guy resist? I grew up in Florida, and I still can never get enough. Even though I'm married to a woman who turns me on every time I look at her. The way I am now, as she settles onto our blanket.

"Tell me why this is the place." I asked her.

When we crossed the footbridge between the dunes and stepped onto the already hot sand, we were both scanning the layout of the large Saturday crowd. As we zigged and zagged toward the water, what she actually said was the traditional "how about right here?", the message being: "right here works, I'm dropping everything." She tried to explain her reasoning on purely practical grounds.

"Because it's an open spot, a nice distance from the water; and my feet are burning up."

"Fair enough" I said.

"Why, is there something wrong with it?"

"Not at all, I only wondered if the 3 young guys to our left might have influenced your decision."

They had to have been in their early twenties, and we were pushing 30.

"Well, I admit that doesn't hurt."

I could see the guys checking her out as soon as we arrived. And why not? She's 5'10" tall with legs that just don't quit. A fit 30-year-old with a slim waist and tits the size of grapefruits ripe on the tree. I knew from experience the gawking would continue all day. But we have an understanding between us. Whether we're at the beach or a fancy dinner party; if there's eye candy for both of us, we're both free to look - and in her case, be looked at.

What took me by surprise was Brynn's boldness. I'd never seen it before, or at least I had never noticed it. She laid down with her feet toward the guys, then tortured them, simply by casually opening and closing her legs, displaying the thin ribbon of material covering her crotch. Whenever I glanced in their direction, I saw one or more of them ogling her. They would look away whenever I caught them, then would be right back at it the next time I checked.

I headed for the gulf water to cool off, and Brynn elected to stay behind. Once up to my neck, I turned toward the beach to scope the women playing in the shallows. A group to my right were tossing a frisbee, trying to outdo each other for the best diving catches. I knew from experience that bathing suits sometimes shift dramatically during such efforts, so I divided my attention between them and the odd beachcombers walking the waterline. After a few minutes of head-down swimming, I scanned the beach to take stock of how far I had gotten from my starting point, looking for the lone woman on the blue blanket.

When I didn't find her, I tried to locate the 3 young studs who were set up next to us; reasoning they might be easier to spot. Sure enough, there they were, all with their backs to the water. From this side, our blanket should be just to the left of them, but it wasn't. Looking back to the guys, I saw flashes of blue between their shifting bodies and realized they were lined up between me and the edge of our blanket; no doubt chatting up my wife. I headed back to the beach, wondering if I was going to have to face some kind of schoolyard challenge.

As it happened, they retreated to their own towels as soon as I showed up, and I took my place next to Brynn. She scooted to the other side of our blanket, placing me between her and the ogling guys. She didn't say anything, but she seemed less playful and carefree. We settled in and enjoyed a relaxing day at the beach.

That night in bed, I tried to get Brynn to open up about what had happened.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself at the beach today, until you weren't. Did something happen?"

"I just... didn't feel completely comfortable."

"Was it because of those guys? Did they say something to you?"

"Not specifically, it was more their energy. They were just all too heated up. They gave off a creepy vibe."

"You know why though, right? You were kinda playing with them a little, weren't you?"

"Yeah" she sheepishly admitted. "But I was just having a little fun. I thought they would still respect the concept of personal space."

Reliving it was making her uncomfortable again; the opposite of my intent.

"So, if they had stayed on their towels, things would have been different?"

"Totally."

I noticed a subtle shift of her legs, opening slightly as she closed her eyes.

"What do you think would have happened?"

I placed my hand on her tummy and began to idly caress her.

"I don't know... I didn't have anything planned."

"Imagine yourself back there, on our blanket, and they're all behaving themselves. Tell me what you think you would have done."

"Well, I might have teased them. You know, just given them a little look."

"Like, you would you have spread your legs further for them?"

"Yes", she admitted sheepishly.

She took a deep breath and opened her legs for me. My hand moved down to cover her vulva, softly stroking up and down.

"Do you think you might have adjusted your suit bottom a little; maybe pulled the edges up into the crack of your ass? Any chance you would have done something like that?"

My finger found her clit and began a light, circular tease.

"That sounds exactly like what I would do, yes."

"But that would have forced your suit into your slit. Your pussy lips would have been on display for them. They would have seen your pubic hair. They would have known you have a hairy pussy."

"Uuuuuhhhhnnn"

I loved making her speechless -- turning her into a quivering mess. I rubbed harder.

"Do you think boys that age would get off on seeing a mature woman's pussy? I'll bet the only pussies they see are little shaved ones. Young girl pussy. Do you think they'd like to see your pussy? Do you think they might want to bury their face in your muff and eat your needy, married pussy?"

"Ah - ah -- ah -- ahhh -- ahhhhhh!"

She was falling over the edge as I forcefully manipulated her hardened clit.

"Or would they just want to take you? Just shove their young, hard cocks into your hairy snatch and pound you the way you like it?"

"Aaaw God! Aaaawww God! Aaaaaahh!"

She thrust her hips toward the ceiling and gripped the sheets as her body convulsed. As I watched her come back down, I licked my fingers clean. When she opened her eyes, I teased,

"That's quite an imagination you have there, little lady."

"And you're a dirty old man!"

As she lay next to me in post-orgasmic bliss, my mind wandered. I tried to imagine a situation in which my wife might be able to indulge her developing interest in a more controlled way.

"I have an idea that might interest you. But first I gotta ask - is it important for you to maintain the pretense that you might not be aware of what you're doing? Like you might be inadvertently exposing yourself? Or could you be brazen enough to just look your audience in the eyes while you show off for them?"

"Geez, I don't know. That sounds too bold for me."

"How about this? What if I could put us in a situation where we could meet individual groups of strange men, one or a few at a time. You could choose who you like, dictate how close they can get, and prevent them from getting any closer. You'd decide when to stop, whether you liked it and if you want to try again. How's that sound?"

"That sounds good. Impossible, but good. Why, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking tomorrow is Sunday, and it would be a perfect day for us to go boating."

For me, the prep was like an easy version of a fishing day. The only difference was I had to dig the bow cushions out of storage and sleep in an extra two hours. The species we were after was hungry no matter the time of day, and Brynn needed the warmth of the sun to legitimize her preferred wardrobe.

I launched from my usual ramp and ran through a bit of orientation, since Brynn had only been a passenger on prior outings. I showed her how to drop and raise the trolling motor and we ran through it a few times, until she could do it smoothly and easily. I also provided a few practical tips on how to effectively repel boarders, in the unlikely even someone got too worked up. She seemed concerned at that, so I gave her some more info.

"Don't worry, it's not going to happen. And if it does, plan A is to just motor away. These guys are going to be anchored; not able to easily follow us. Besides, it's not like we're cruising alleys behind bars. They might be knocking back a beer or two, but these guys are out for a day of fishing. And they're not young studs on the beach either. Most of them are going to be our age or older, right on up into the retirees. You'll have a variety to choose from, that's for sure."

With my first mate up to speed, we motored out to angle for some fishermen. Fortunately, having fished these inshore waters for years, I knew the places to look. Brynn reclined on the cushioned casting platform, sporting her tiniest bikini. She called me off the first two boats we glided up on, leaving some curious smiling fishermen.

Then we approached two guys who looked to be roughly our age. Brynn smiled and nodded, so I gave her the signal to drop the trolling motor while I engaged them.

"How's it going... having any luck?"

"Nah, we've been out here all morning feeding the little ones. Nothing legal sized yet."

The one who answered me was clearly torn between looking at me while answering and stealing glimpses of Brynn as she worked in the bow. His buddy felt no obligation to make eye contact with me and was locked on to my wife.

"Well, you're in a good spot. I've pulled some nice ones out of here in the past. Matter of fact, I've got a feeling your luck may be about to change."

As we drifted within 15 feet of them, I hit spot-lock on my remote control and the trolling motor took over, using GPS to hold our position. Meanwhile Brynn began applying sunscreen.

"Make sure you get those edge areas good, honey; you wouldn't want the seams wearing it off."

Brynn traced fingers underneath the edges of her top as her largely exposed breasts undulated with the motion. Leaning against the seat back, she faced her audience and splayed her legs open. Both men groaned as her fingers smoothed the lotion beneath the waistband of her bottoms. She pulled the material down, revealing the top of her dark muff.

Now the men were surreptitiously touching themselves. I walked to the bow and leaned down so only she could hear.

"If you want to see their cocks, I'll be you could. All you have to do is let them know it's ok to jack off."

The spark in her eyes told me she liked the idea. She called over to them,

"You know, I'm always interested to see what kind of poles guys are using out here. Would you be willing to show me? I'd really like to know how long and stiff they are."

Their immediate reaction was to scan the surroundings for other boats. Of course, none were nearby; I had confirmed that before approaching. The first one to pull out his dick got an approving look from my wife, encouraging the second to expose himself to her. The fact that I was also watching seemed to matter not at all, their eyes being locked on to the raunchy display in the bow of my boat. Brynn immediately encouraged them.

"Oooow, I like those. Pull on 'em for me, guys. Jerk those cocks for me and I'll show you my titties!"

She pulled one tit out from her top and ran her finger around the exposed nipple. It hardened nearly as fast as their dicks had.

"It gets me so horny when guys beat off to my body. I want to see how far you can cast with those rods. Point them at me when they go off."

Now she pushed her top down to her stomach, displaying both firm tits. Her hands were all over them, her fingers flicking the rigid nubs back and forth. This was something I didn't get to see all that often myself, and it was all I could do to maintain my lookout responsibility. Our fishermen friends were not holding back, stroking with a purpose as they watched. I spoke to Brynn, but loud enough for them to hear across the short stretch of water.

"I love it when you touch yourself like that. I get to see those titties all the time, and this is still driving me crazy."

I pulled out my own cock and idly stroked it while I watched the naughty scene play out in front of me. Brynn was more turned on than any of us. It was obvious where this was headed. She could usually make herself come quite easily, and I wanted nothing more than to help her along.

"You know what I like to do with those nipples when they get hard like that, don't you?"

"Uh-huh" she grunted. "You like to pull on them."

She grunted out the words as she looked toward the other boat, where the two men were now furiously jacking off. I goaded her on,

"Then why don't you do it for us now. Pull on those big hard nipples. Pull 'em straight out from your body. Show these men what you like."

Brynn began mauling her tits, which eventually knocked over the first domino and she shuddered through an orgasm. Witnessing her climax caused our fishing friends to fire their volleys in rapid succession, shooting ropes of cum into the water. I stopped myself in time and tucked away for what I hoped still awaited us. Brynn pulled up her top, pulled up the trolling motor and I fired up the big outboard. As planned, we were on our way before the guys had stopped reeling over their shared experience.

As we idled away, Brynn called out, "Bye fellas, hope your luck turns!"

"Oh, it definitely has!" one replied.

I added, "Fish responsibly, fellas. If you're not gonna eat it, at least give it a healthy release!"

On our way to the next popular fishing spot, Brynn rooted around in the console, pulling out an old t-shirt. She quickly stripped off her suit top and donned the scrap of material. I recognized it as one I had only seen her wear around the house on the hottest days. It was nearly threadbare with age, and for this trip she had cropped it off just below her breasts. The effect was devastating as it hung off her proud tits, calling attention to the gap between the ragged hem and her tight abs.

"That thing is so thin, if your nipples get any harder, they're going to poke holes in it."

"Yeah, it was on its last legs, but I think it'll be perfect for this."

"So, it seemed like you enjoyed your first floating exhibition."

"Oh my God, I

loved

it! I hadn't thought about what they would be doing while I was displaying myself. Having strange men masturbate while looking at my body is so fucking hot!"

"So is watching you get off to it. I thought I was just going to be the captain today. I hadn't considered being part of the audience as well. You up for round two?"

"You bet!"

We motored up on a small boat under one of the causeway bridges. It was a 12-footer with an ancient motor. As we got closer, I could see the lone occupant was also fairly advanced in years, like pushing 70. Not a sport fisherman with fancy gear, a meat fisherman, angling for dinner. I hailed him before we got too close.

"Gettin' any action?"

"Got a few nice Sheepshead in the cooler. Lookin' to stock my freezer while they're biting. You wanna fish this bridge with me, I'd appreciate you settin' up along the far pilings."

"No, we're not out for fish today, just letting my wife catch some sun and make new friends. She's a bit of an exhibitionist."

"So, what... you wanna give me a titty show? Well, that's alright. I'm burnin' through this bait pretty regular -- should be done in about an hour. Come back around then and I'll be happy to watch your pretty woman show me what she's got. Tell you what darlin', you do a good job and I might even show you my big ol' horse cock! Meantime, you two do me a favor and clear out. I've got some more fish to catch."

We motored away and I could see Brynn was gob smacked.

"Can you believe that guy?" she asked. "He's got a lot of nerve, acting interested and then chasing us away."

"Well, if the sheepies are biting and they're legal-sized, I can hardly blame him. The action for that species is only really good about one month of the year around here. Of course, there

could

be another reason he's nervy."

"You mean you believe him? That scrawny old man?"

"In fact, I do. I don't see why he'd lie, especially to such an extreme. I think you would do well to mentally prepare for the possibility he's telling the truth."

I wanted her think about it in advance, because Brynn has long fantasized about sucking a huge cock. It's her favorite porn, whether she's watching a video or reading about it. She gets incredibly horny over the idea whenever I talk dirty to her about it, and I've often wondered what she'd do if the situation ever presented itself.

"Oh, I think I'm prepared to see a big cock. I just don't think it's going to be on him."

"Well, we'll swing by here on the way back, and maybe we'll find out."

We cruised past several boats that had women onboard, not wishing to be responsible for inciting any mutinies. We approached another boat with 2 men aboard, and as we got closer it became apparent that they were of different generations. I hailed them with the classic,

"Gettin' any action?"

The older one answered "Not a nibble. In fact, we were just debating whether to pull anchor and try somewhere else."

Brynn asked "Are you two related? I'm guessing father and son?"

"Yep. My boy here is on spring break from FSU, and I thought I'd show him a good time on the water, but the fates seem to be against us."

"What if I told you I could put you within casting range of my very own honey hole?" I asked him.

Brynn's smile let me know she was all-in on these two.

The son answered "Sounds great! Where is it?"

"That's the beauty of it -- you don't even have to weigh anchor, just face a different direction."

I looked at my wife, letting her know it was showtime. She turned away from them and bent over to reach into the hatch, arching her back and sticking her ass out in a blatant display. Her tiny bikini bottom crawled up into her luscious ass crack, and the father's smile was a mile wide as he asked,

"Uh, is this the direction?"

They were both focused on her ass as she retrieved a gallon jug of freshwater I kept onboard in case of emergencies. Closing the hatch, she stood up and faced them, saying,

"Man, it' sure is getting hot out here! You fellas don't mind if I cool off a little, do you?"

With that, she opened the jug and began dowsing her neck and shoulders with the water. It ran down the front of her threadbare shirt, causing it to instantly cling to her chest and become transparent, revealing her firm tits. She might as well have been topless.

"Ahh, that's so much better! Doncha think?"

Then she sat on the cushions and leaned back, bringing her legs up and spreading for father and son. Her tits remained on display through the clinging wet t-shirt, but now her crotch competed for their attention. Stray hairs poked out on both sides as the gusset pulled into her gash. It was a lurid sight, and her audience was appreciative.

"Oh man, I see what you mean. I think I know right where that honey hole is now!"

Brynn slipped her hand into the suit and began to stroke her pussy, mesmerizing them both. Her fingers pushed in deep, then came out as she brought her hand up in front of her face.

"I wonder why they call it a honey hole?" she teased.

She split the wettest two fingers apart, and the slime coating them was pulled into a translucent web that dazzled in the sunlight.

"I mean, is it just the consistency?"

Her head tilted back, and she brought her hand above her open mouth, fingers pointing straight into it. A drop of her nectar hung suspended by a strand as she mused,

"Or could it be the taste as well?"

Her tongue came out, reached up and caught the drop. Her fingers were connected to her mouth by the strand, and she raised her hand to stretch it out. When it finally broke, she plunged both fingers into her mouth and sucked wantonly, closing her eyes and letting out an appreciative moan. Removing them, she looked across the water and declared,