Will They Do It In The Dunes

(Note to readers:

This story is an entry in the Summer Lovin' contest, so feel free to read, vote, and comment. The characters involved in sex acts are more than 18 years old. I don't think there's anything in the story that could trigger anyone, but if you're concerned about that, please check the tags. Enjoy!)

***

July 2023:

It was a makeout session. As always, and nothing more. Carl kissed behind Nora's ear, and her torso wriggled against his. He felt the motion of her taut flesh, through her one-piece swimsuit. A gull cawed from a dune peak somewhere behind them, as if commenting on their commingling.

Sorry, Pal,

Carl thought at the bird,

It's not going any further than this.

As if reading his mind, Nora said, "If I went any further, it'd just feel worse when we stop short."

He chortled. "Responsibility is hell."

Carl had actually matured some over the years, to his surprise. There were times when he moped that this amounted to giving up, and that the wildest desires of his youth were receding beyond the horizon, never to be caught. At nineteen, he had yearned for chances at an FMF threesome, or initiation into the mile-high club. Yet now, he found it reassuring that the hormones' influence on his brain had receded somewhat, in his mid-thirties. He was making a life with Nora. To him, that was like winning a lottery.

One fantasy, however, still had hooks in him: Sex outdoors. Real sex, penis-in-vagina, with a beautiful naked woman, all the way to blazing orgasms. In Carl's mind, this seemed to grow reasonably from what he and his beautiful (cute, at least) wife were doing right then: Lying together on a blanket above warm sand, surrounded and secluded by dunes. Some of their skins were in pleasant contact, other parts enjoyed the caresses of fresh air, still others were confined in fabric dampened by salt water. Why couldn't they extend this? Take what he and Nora did together in a closed room, and do it out here? Maybe it wouldn't be as great as he imagined, but couldn't they at least do it once, and find out?

She lifted her head from his shoulder and said, "We may be getting too old for this."

He side-eyed her. "Making out?"

She took a breath, then said, "No. Definitely not. Ten years after the wedding, what I do with you still feels like dating. Like we're getting away with something. Here, I still want things to go...too far. But I don't know if there's a way to get what we've been putting off, all this time."

The gull screamed. Carl decided that it must be agreeing.

From deep inside a beach bag, a phone buzzed. Carl knew that it also agreed.

Nora dug out the phone and read the text. "Ashleigh says that Jason has used up almost all of the tokens she was willing to buy."

Carl said, "So our first-world problem continues."

"The problem is also cis-het. No sympathy from anyone."

"Yep," said Carl, sitting up. There was no reason to push Nora's sister past her baseline dislike of Carl, to deeper resentment over looking after her nephew in the arcade. Carl buried his silent addendum to that:

For thirty freakin' minutes, already!

February 2024:

The sex was good, but Carl thought that the fun was even better. They could sit together cross-legged on a bed, at home, any time--but in this hotel room, with a king bed instead of their queen, doing this was a treat they were sharing. And that was boosted by exchanging racy presents.

"I am a serious professional woman," said Nora in her attempt at a low, stern voice. "So I appreciate that this cami-set is not girlie pink. Royal blue is much more appropriate." She hugged the satiny fabric to her torso.

He grinned smugly, while his heart raced at the sight of the sheen around her curves. "I'm aware of your eye color," he said, "and your preferences in general." The contrast of her black hair, short and straight, with her big blue eyes, always enchanted him. Sometimes this made him try to reduce the gut that rounded his dad-bod.

Nora switched to a beleaguered sigh. "I suppose you'll want to take this off of me, despite all of the expense that went into buying it."

He shrugged. "You can keep some of it on for a while. Enjoy the pleasant sensation. And this whole Valentine's Day whoop-te-do is covered by the mad-money fund. We're still making headway, financially." They had saved further by getting Carl's parents to host Jason for the weekend.

"That's good," she said, with a touch of mischief in her smile. "I've been especially responsible, because this last item carries no monetary cost." She handed him a plain, card-sized envelope, inscribed 'Carl' in her elegant cursive.

Inside was a slip of paper, also in Nora's cursive. Carl quickly found that the message mattered more than the medium. He read:

This coming summer, I pledge that I will try to have sex outdoors with you, either at the dunes or in another location yet to be determined. The sex can include oral and PIV, if possible with both of us fully nude. I cannot promise success, nor guarantee satisfying climaxes, and I will not put us in a position to get arrested. But I will no longer make excuses for denying us this pleasure!

He stared at the paper, until her laughter made him look up.

"This was worth it," she said merrily, "just to see the look on your face!"

"This is Valentine's Day, right?" he said, voice trembling. "Not April Fool's Day?"

"You are correct, My Horny Valentine. I'm so ready to strip off out in the open, and take you inside me, there and then. If I keep waiting, I'm afraid I'll no longer feel sexy enough. So let 2024 be The Year Of The Outdoor Fuck!"

Carl was still stunned, but he had recovered enough to see and hear that her laughter, though light-hearted, was also nervous.

He held up her pledge, and hoped his smile looked calm. "I just want you to know, I accept all the caveats in here. Maybe it won't work out. I'm thrilled that you're willing to try."

Her smile looked more relaxed. "Thanks. I knew I'd married the right guy."

Seeing her relief allowed his mind to return to the lede he was burying.

Sex outdoors! At the dunes! With Nora, naked, her pussy wet and hot! Cumming in her! Cumming with her! The sun, the heat, the--

She was laughing again.

She pointed between his legs "Do you want to do anything with that purple appendage? Or should I?"

Almost in a swoon, he flopped onto his back. The appendage flipped up to point at the ceiling. "Lick please," he said weakly.

She was leaning over to do just that when he jolted upright. "Wait!" he rasped. "There's one more for you!"

Nora jerked back in surprise. Carl's cock was throbbing, but he insisted on digging out an envelope from the clutter on the bed, and handing it to her. "Please read it," he said, to keep her from delaying.

He drew breath slowly, and watched as she pulled out the note for which he, aiming for legibility, had typed the message and used the printer. He recalled his exact words.

If, and when, you are ready, and want to have another child, I will do, and give you, everything I can to make that possible. And to be the same Dad to this child that I am to Jason.

He was gratified by the look on her face, but he didn't laugh.

"Oh yes," she whispered, training on him a saucer-eyed gaze as blue as her camisole. "I, I think I'm going to be ready. Soon." She swallowed. "Not yet. But while we can still be good parents, as they grow up."

Her lower eyelids shone. But she chuckled.

"I still better lick that."

She did, for a while. But then she stripped off the cami-set, putting it far away on the bed, out of harm's way. He yanked the hotel's terry-cloth robe off his arms.

It wasn't often that he got a new erection this soon after his orgasm. She had clearly found a way to channel his inner nineteen-year-old.

From one of the boxes she had gifted him, she rolled a fresh condom onto his still-purple shlong. With a chuckle she said, "It's not 'soon' yet."

They laughed together as she got him on his side, wrapped a leg over his hip, and resumed their Valentine revel.

August 2024:

Carl had both hands full of everything they could possibly need, in addition to what was already in the car. He was three steps from the garage door, when Nora said, "It's starting to rain."

It was all he could do to keep from collapsing.

He saw her only from the corner of his eye, but knew from her posture that she wasn't looking out at the back yard. She was looking at her phone.

"How hard?" He made an effort to sound like he wasn't whining.

"Not much yet," she said, "but the wind is picking up, and the sky is darkening."

He straightened up, drew a breath, and said, "Forecast?"

They turned to meet each other's eyes.

"Eighty percent chance from now to sunset." She gnawed her lower lip. That nearly always turned him on, but he was unable, in that moment, to get past yet another disappointment.

Slumping, he set down his huge handfuls, against the wall next to the garage door.

"Jason has another week at camp," she said. "I'll see what days I can get free." She closed in, got on tiptoes, and kissed his downcast mouth.

He assembled what might have been a smile. "Thanks."

After he had put everything back where it might next be needed, Carl returned to the kitchen. He had shaken off the mood, and was ready to ask Nora how he should make himself useful on the rest of his day off. He saw, through the glass doors, that she was already out in the yard, kneeling at the garden, troweling weeds.

The sight made him smile. Nora was always practical, making the best use of every opportunity. Daytime for outdoor chores and tasks, night for fun. From what he had seen, her energy level remained strong, in her mid-thirties, while she balanced parenthood and employment.

In that moment, he wanted to be with her, forever, even more than he desired her.

Chuckling at himself, he opened the glass door and went to get some large, manly garden tools.

***

"They say I have to say goodnight," said Jason, still in a rush from recounting the day's adventures.

"That's as it should be," said Carl, grinning at the screen. "Summer camp isn't for screen time."

"Love you, Buddy!" said Nora, waving. "Keep using the insect repellent!"

Jason rolled his eyes. "I

know,

Mom!"

"And the sunscreen!"

A counselor's smiling face moved in next to Jason's. "G'night, Ms. Dalembert. Same time tomorrow."

The screen switched to show the camp's logo.

Carl shook his head, amused. "When I was at camp, we sent emails home. My Dad said that in his day, they wrote letters, pen and paper, and needed envelopes and stamps."

"He's doing well," said Nora, still looking at the big screen on the living room wall, with a serious expression. "I guess he'll be okay, into the second week."

"Uh huh," said Carl. The decision to allow Jason to go to camp was driven mainly by Jason's desire to go. The fact that this created an opening to fulfill a Valentine's Day wish was never mentioned. As he looked at Nora's maternal concern, Carl knew better than to mention it now.

A few seconds later, Nora picked up the remote and blanked the screen.

She gave him a glance, and said, "I suppose my date wants to show me his bedroom."

This led to a chase down hallways, into and out of what weren't bedrooms, ending with him grabbing her around the hips and raising her up to spin around a few times. This action from their early dating was still possible for him, and he did everything he could to keep her from seeing any signs of strain. It helped that she always looked straight up, and laughed.

Finally in the bedroom, they made out on top of the bedspread, and undressed each other--as they had been unable to do earlier, because of the rain at Culbertson Dunes. Carl tried to imagine them there as he peeled down Nora's underwear, but their excitement spurred him to stay in the here-and-now.

When they first shared the pleasure of their bodies, what Nora revealed to Carl was what he had imagined in their earliest meetings: She was like a forest sprite, lithe and lean, yet also a human woman able to enjoy him with surprising lust. She wasn't actually small, at 5' 4", and she was well-proportioned. But her eyes and mouth were big enough to make the rest of her seem sprite-like.

A decade-plus later, to all their relatives and friends, Nora looked the same--but Carl knew that from the navel downward, childbirth had made her an Earth mother, with widened hips, and faint stretch marks, to a vulva that blazed bright red when her passion kindled. In private with her husband, she wasn't shy about her body's changes. Nor, to his relief, was she bothered by his own increased fleshiness. She had as much fun playing with his alterations as he had, enjoying hers.

"I love how the sun looks on your hair," she said, breath becoming audible. "The light gets into the brown, and makes some of it coppery, even golden." She pulled up his prick, extending the skin. "I want to see that on

this

hair! The sun blazing, all over my favorite plaything!"

He mock-whined, "Don't let it get sunburned!"

"Do

not

worry about that!" she said. "I'll admire it briefly, then put it in two places where the sun don't shine!" She grinned through a pause. "Maybe three!"

His eyes popped. She laughed at his reaction, then led with her tongue down his shaft, following with her lips.

Quickly he was erect. He put a hand between her legs.

"Wet enough," she murmured. She shifted to align with him. His tongue sought hers, and found it.

Carl's muscle memory took over, and while he lay on his back with his left arm around her, his right hand opened the nightstand drawer and brought out the condom box.

The lube remained in the drawer of Nora's nightstand.

In another throwback from their earliest dating days, there was no further foreplay. Carl had remained pre-ready ever since they were gardening. Nora's breathing told him that this was true of her too.

He stretched out, extending his spine. This flattened his gut enough. She threw in a naughty thrill, suck-rolling the condom down his shaft. Then she mounted him, and at once began a rapid ascent and descent.

It was over pretty quickly. If nothing else, this released their tension.

While their muscles were still slack, he asked, "Any chance I can get another date?"

"I don't know," she murmured. "I have so many other guys who are interested. You might have to marry me."

He grinned, remembering that this was close to how their courtship went. "I'll consider it."

***

After the pandemic, both of their job situations retained some degree of working from home. With Jason in grade school, Carl and Nora spent a great deal of time deciding who would be where, when. Summer made this more difficult, and some of the work at home swallowed their evenings.

Carl and Nora knew that their best chance to fulfill the fantasy would be during the two weeks when Jason would be at camp.

During the first week, there were times when in-person work made one or both of them unavailable. Then, at the end of that week, with both of them free, rain washed out their hopes.

That weekend, there were scheduled extended-family events they couldn't dodge.

They were both free enough on Monday, after Nora had a remote meeting in the morning.

"Weather looks really good," Carl told her as she logged off. The Dunes' phone app provided weather and beach conditions in real time, with video feeds, to spare people from driving long distances just to be disappointed.

They made it into the car, after a triple-check of everything they might need.

On the hour-plus drive, they shared glances and chuckles. But they kept their hands to themselves.

On the access road to the Culbertson Dunes Beach & Park, their car was stopped in a waiting line about a hundred meters short of the entry gates.

"Uh oh," said Nora.

Culbertson Dunes was vast, and set up for large crowds, so it didn't take very long to get to a gate, pay the fee, and move on. There was also parking available, although the space they found was a long walk from the pavilion with the locker rooms, food court, and arcade, none of which Nora and Carl needed. The real problem awaited past the pavilion, on the long, deep expanse of dunes.

People covered practically every square foot.

"On a Monday," Nora grumbled.

"The weather is

too

good," Carl groaned.

They walked all the way to their usual spot, well inland from the water, a small valley within grass-anchored sand hills, secluded from every other part of the dunes. They weren't surprised by what they found: A group of at least forty people, with a volleyball net and a boom box. These celebrants overlapped into the valley, with several blankets spread, where the one on which Carl and Nora made out was usually alone.

An hour later, about halfway home, Carl broke a long silence by saying, "I can get some work done in advance tonight."

All Nora did was nod.

***

At breakfast on Wednesday, Nora looked up from her phone. "Kind of blustery, rain chance about thirty percent."

This time, it was Carl who nodded. He said, "Maybe that'll keep down the crowd."

They drove to the entry gate with no wait. Carl allowed himself a smile.

Nora went further, looking at the nearly-empty parking lot: "All right!"

The gray sky didn't bother them. They passed through the archway of the pavilion with a spring in their step.

But once they were beyond the shielding of the building, and the bluffs behind the dunes, they almost stumbled.

The wind was at least thirty miles an hour.

Sand and salt spray attacked their faces.

They still walked to their valley, encountering very few people.

They set out the blanket and, hoping for the best, lay down together.

The valley gave them no refuge from the windblown sand.

"Do I have to say the obvious," she asked him, "about where I don't want sand?"

"No," he said, sitting up. "Let's go for a swim. I'm going to get

something

out of this!"

Body surfing actually amused them for a while. But then the rain started.

***

That night, Carl entered their bedroom, toweling off from his shower. He saw Nora sitting up against the headboard. She looked at him, said "Sit here," and pointed a remote at the facing wall.

As he sat next to her, he saw the flatscreen, almost as big as the one in the living room, show the start of a porno.

"You like her," said Nora. "I like him. I found this a few weeks ago."

Carl did indeed like the woman. She did not look like Nora. She was tall, with black hair in tight curls halfway down her back, and skin that was fully tanned around dramatic curves. Her consort, unlike Carl, was a tower of muscle, with golden hair and sharp Nordic features.

They were filmed at a beach. They kissed, and stripped each other.

Nora yanked away Carl's towel. He glanced at her, and saw her lift her t-shirt over her head and toss it away. She wore nothing else.

Nora got on all fours and crawled to the end of the bed. She looked back at Carl and said, "Please do me."

He got a condom, and rolled it on as he knee-stood behind her. He stroked his wife's thighs while he gazed at the screen.

Doggystyle was one of their least rewarding positions. They seldom tried it any more. His gut and her flanks didn't make for good joinery. But the sight of the nude siren, and the contact with Nora, had Carl huge and hard in record time.

He fingered between Nora's labia, and found them almost dripping.

"Yeah, now, do it!" said Nora, staring at the screen.

He sucked in hard and stretched his spine. His phallus parted her vulva, hands-free.