This is part one of two relating a vacation Diane and I took as a married couple. Hope you enjoy the story - it will help if you read the earlier works in this series, but of course that is your choice. I've broken this story into two parts to shorten the length readers have to take on at one bite, sensing that my earlier stories are too long for some folks to even start. Enjoy! And feel free to comment.
Several years after the Mike escapade, life had changed dramatically for Diane and me. She had switched jobs about a year after everything was resolved. Another year later and we had married, her relationship with Jordan having stopped and that issue behind us as well. It was a mutual thing, with her outgrowing her need for his huge cock and him finally realizing he was risking his own marriage and family. She seemed to have no regrets about it ending, and I was more than willing to take on the entire burden (?!) of satisfying her very healthy sexual appetite. We were happily married and proved to be well suited for one another in almost every way.
Because of our hectic careers we hadn't managed to take that beach vacation I hoped for. We did break away on a honeymoon that was a two-week trip to Paris and the surrounding area, and it had been a wonderful adventure with excellent food and wine, and romantic evenings. But I still wanted to lay on a beach somewhere with Diane; the idea of her in a bikini not the only reason, but a pretty good one. She had maintained a phenomenal figure, and I knew she would be the talk of the beach in the right swimsuit - well, any swimsuit.
We finally managed it, renting a cottage in South Carolina sitting right on the beach. It had a great layout - it opened to a large living area that had a glass wall on the far side with an amazing view of the ocean. The master bedroom had the same glass wall on the ocean side and a luxurious king-sized bed - the question after we saw the big bed was, would we ever get to the beach? A kitchen and second bedroom were on the other side of the living space. It was a convenient location as well, within easy walking distance of the restaurants, bars and shops in town
On the first day I finally got to see Diane in that bikini I had dreamed about - literally! - and it was worth the wait. The blue top covered her generous breasts and little more, providing spectacular cleavage whenever she bent over or eased herself onto our beach blanket. The bottoms were not quite a thong but did expose most of her beautiful ass. The high cut on the hips made her long legs look even longer.
I spent the first day admiring her in that suit and managing a hard cock. There weren't a lot of people on the beach, but still - you can't wander around with an obvious erection. Which in a way wasn't fair - Diane's charms were on full display despite the bikini, maybe enhanced because of the bikini.
"You look fantastic in that suit," I told her when she first removed her coverup as we settled into our spot. "I'm going to have to buy a shotgun to keep the men away."
"Thank you, but you're being silly," she shot back, sticking out her tongue. "You see me naked every day. Why is seeing me in a bikini such an event?"
"I can't explain it," I admitted. "Men are very visual creatures - show us the same thing wrapped differently and we think it's brand new. And you are wrapped beautifully right now. So much so that I wish I could unwrap you right here."
"Down boy," she said, laughing. "It's not a nude beach. You'll get us arrested."
"I doubt a male cop would arrest you if you were nude," I told her. "Me, on the other hand, they would throw away the key."
"I like your body just fine," Diane said. "I'm just not an exhibitionist."
Diane was actually quite modest and rarely dressed to show the killer body she had. Her outfits for work were usually loose-fitting and dark colored, masking her curves. She typically wore flat shoes and had her hair up rather than show off the lovely mane of dark hair she possessed.
The next order of business was sunscreen. Diane was very fair and, unlike many fair people, had only a few freckles. She was determined to keep it that way and went about applying a strong sunscreen everywhere she could reach. I did my own sunscreen at the same time but less aggressively than her. I watched as she applied the lotion to her legs, arms and upper body, patiently waiting to be asked to finish the job.
"Could you do my back, please?"
"I'd love to," I answered quickly. Taking the lotion I spread it over her smooth skin, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her on my hands. I moved to her lower back and on to the exposed portion of her full buttocks.
"I already did there," I was told.
"Can't be too thorough," I answered quickly, which earned me a slap on my thigh. I finished her back and moved over to her sides. When my hands slipped under the bikini top on either side Diane stepped away from me.
"Frisky, are we?" she asked.
"How can I not be?" I said right back. "You're irresistible in that suit."
"Would you like me to do your back?" she asked.
"Yes, please," I said quickly. "I hear that it's much more effective if you apply it with your breasts."
"Not happening dear," she told me. "You may get to combine lotion and my breasts sometime this week, but not here on the beach."
"I can work with that!" I said happily, an erotic mental image flooding my mind and stirring my cock. Diane spread the lotion over my back while I stood surveying the beach. There weren't a lot of people there at the moment. We had come in the shoulder season, so people with kids were getting them off to school. The weather was pleasant without being overly warm and the ocean was advertised at a comfortable 80 degrees. All in all, a perfect place and time. We settled into the low-profile beach chairs that were part of the cottage's beach supplies, Diane with a book and I with an iPad. Another aspect of our compatibility was that neither of us required extensive conversations; we were perfectly comfortable sitting quietly next to each other, just enjoying being together.
We spent the morning in our chairs lounging and reading, enjoying the quiet of the beach. For lunch Diane put on her coverup and I put on my shirt, and we walked down the street. We found a food truck selling poke bowls of spicy tuna that were surprisingly good and took those and cold beers back to our chairs.
Finished eating we decided to test the water. It was relatively warm, about 80 degrees as advertised, and refreshing after a morning in the sun. I tried dunking Diane and quickly found out that ex-swimmers were not the best choice of wrestling opponents in the water. After she flipped me a third time, I settled for holding her with my arms around her waist and stealing an occasional kiss. She resisted anything more intimate as we were 'in public'.
We went back to the chairs but decided to lie on the beach blanket the cottage had also provided. Diane lay on her stomach, giving me a wonderful view of her long legs, shapely rear and smooth back. Her full breasts were pushed out on the sides as she lay her head on her arms. I lay down next to her, looking into her eyes as our legs touched.
"I love you so much, my wonderful wife," I said softly. "Being here with you is incredible."
"It is very nice," she said. "I love you too, husband mine. I'm glad we could escape."
I scanned her lovely body. "Want me to untie your top so you tan evenly?" I asked hopefully.
