"Oh my!" Toni said breathily. She lowered her sunglasses and got a better look at the tall, handsome hunk of man slowly emerging from the waves. About twenty-five, ten years younger than Toni herself, the brawny beefcake wore an arrogant smirk on his lips, a tight black speedo and nothing else. Seawater dripped over his tanned, muscled chest and over his flat, well-defined abs. She licked her lips, her green eyes growing wider as he lifted his hands to slick back his thick dark hair. He needed a shave, but she had to admit the stubble looked good on his strong jaw. He sauntered up the sand, closer to where Toni lay on a chaise beside her husband. His tiny swim trunks seemed to be having trouble containing him. She sucked in a long, slow breath.
"Are you all right, there, Baby?" Greg chuckled at her side. She glanced at her husband quickly, hoping he didn't notice her arousal. She felt a rush of blood spread up her neck and across her cheeks. Could he see her flushing? Greg Dafnor was a big man, as tall and broad-shouldered as the young stud slowly making his way toward them. The years had worn his tan face with fine line around the eyes and mouth, but it only seemed to make him more handsome. On vacation for their twelfth anniversary, his normally well-groomed hair was a wild golden mass on his head. He patted her long, deeply tanned thigh, his strong fingers caressing her toned flesh. He had always loved her legs. His blue eyes sparkled, seeming to reflect the glittering Pacific Ocean spread out before them.
"I'm fine darling," she whispered and shifted on the lounge. She adjusted her blue bikini as she felt her long, dark nipples stiffen. "I think I'm just getting a little warm in the sun, that's all."
"Are you sure it has nothing to do with that?" Greg chuckled. He extended his long finger as he lay his hand atop her knee, pointing to the young man now only a few feet away. He almost seemed to pointing at his bulging shorts! Toni only blushed deeper, covering her husband's hand with one of her own. The young man stopped at her feet, smiling down at them. His eyes were so deep brown they seemed like polished onyx stones set deep in his handsome face. Those eyes lingered on her generous cleavage and smooth flat belly. She almost wished she'd worn a one-piece that day. Almost, anyway. It was good to be looked at sometimes.
"Excuse me, do either of you know if there is a shower near the beach?" he asked politely. After quickly scanning her curvaceous body, he focused on Greg. He smiled, suddenly looking very young indeed.
"I think so," Greg replied, and patted her leg affectionately. "We've been here three days and I still get confused on the layout. Toni, can you help us out here?"
"Um, sure," she flashed her husband a dirty look. He knew damn well where the beach shower was! They'd made love in it only the day before! She smiled at the young man and turned to point across her husband's body. "Just over that little dune there, the one with the little footpath."
"Oh, yeah, I see it now," the youth grinned. "And I can see the sign now too! I don't know how I missed it!" He smirked. The little devil had just wanted to talk to her! "Thanks a lot! I hate letting the salt dry on my skin. It really itches!"
"Sure thing, kid!" Greg said.
"Say you guys are a couple? Down here on vacation or what?" the youth made no move to leave. He just kept standing there, hands on his hips, his massive bulge just hanging out for everyone to see! He certainly wasn't bashful. Then again, he had nothing to be bashful about.
"Yep, I'm Greg Dafnor, and this is my wife, Toni," Greg said, and stood to shake hands with the boy. Toni couldn't help but compare them as they clasped hands. Her husband older and fair, his body softened a bit with age, but still fit and athletic. The young man lean and rippling with powerful muscles, the embodiment of tall, dark and handsome. With their waists just above the level of her head, her eyes glanced back and forth between their swim trunks. She'd had some big men in her day, before she met Greg and his perfectly average and adequate equipment. She found herself suddenly missing those old days, and the feeling of being thoroughly filled. At this angle, the young man's package seemed to dwarf her husband's
"That's great! I'm here with a couple of buddies of mine. My name's Jack. It's great to meet you both! I'm gonna run and hit that shower. Maybe I'll see you guys down at the beach bar tonight?" He smiled down at her, and his hungry eyes belied his polite words. There was nothing polite about the way his dark eyes drank in her body.
"Yes, nice to meet you, Jack," she said quietly, forcing herself to smile. And to stop staring at his bulge of course! That last part wasn't as easy. She settled back on the beach chair, pushing her sunglasses up and stretching under the warm sun.
"He seemed quite friendly," Greg said, his voice off-hand. He sat back down and drew a finger from the string of the bikini on her hip down the outside of her leg to her knee. She shivered as the touch set off a spark between her legs.
"And so did you, Mister Man!" she huffed. "You must not have seen the way he was staring at me! It was like he was going to throw me over his shoulder and carry me to the shower right along with him!"
"I was too busy noticing the way you were staring him to pick up on that," Greg laughed. "I thought you were going to pull down his shorts so you could get a better look!"
"Please! I was not staring. I barely even looked at him!" she lied. She never could lie very well, though.
"It's okay honey. If you'd caught every glance I gave some cute little honey who walked by you'd be filing for divorce right now!" Greg admitted, his voice low. He was getting serious now, it seemed. But what was his point?
"Okay, fine!" she threw up her hands and scowled at him. "You caught me, I was a terrible wife and I looked at that boy's body for a minute!"
"I think he noticed too," Greg added. "Come here," he said, taking her arm lightly. She turned to see what he meant. He leaned to the side in his chair and drew her closer. He kissed her lovingly on the lips. His lips were soft, gentle, and teased hers just how she liked it. She closed her eyes as the kiss deepened. In no time they were making out like teenagers, right there on the beach where anyone might be spying! She wasn't sure what had gotten into him, some jealousy perhaps, but she was sure she approved.
"Let's say you and I go back to our bungalow," she purred as she ran her long fingers through his silky blond hair. "We can shower after you fuck my brains out!"
***
"Do you think that boy Jack will be at the beach bar when we get there?" Greg asked, his voice all-too innocent. He was just slipping into leather flip flops having already showered and dressed in simple white linen shirt and loose pants.
"Who knows? I'd forgotten all about him," she cooed. She pulled her long, glossy black hair back over her shoulders. She wore a breezy multi-colored sari and cute little sandals, and at Greg's urging, nothing underneath. Their sex that afternoon had been especially passionate. Not quite forty, he still had plenty of stamina to give her. She wasn't exactly truthful about forgetting young Jack, however. Once or twice while riding her husband, she wondered if a big cock like the young man's would feel as good as she remembered from her wild single days.
"Really now?" Greg's fingertips glided effortlessly up her arms, their skin barely touching. It made her shiver with delight. "Then why are you nipples so hard?" he teased.
"Are they?" she looked up into his rugged face. He nodded, a small tentative smile on his lips. "Well, maybe I haven't forgotten completely about him," she admitted shyly. His eyebrows lifted, but his smile widened just a fraction. She ran her hands up his pants, feeling the swelling bulge inside. He was getting turned on!
"I know you told me not to bring it up again, but back when we were dating, you mentioned that you'd had many lovers who were very well endowed," he said softly, his blue eyes locked on hers. She nodded slowly. "Do you miss that?" he asked carefully. Though it had been over a dozen years, when they were both young and in their early twenties, she remembered that conversation well. He'd seemed so vulnerable at the time. He'd been unsure of himself in his youth, she supposed now in hindsight. She'd wanted him to forget all about those other guys. She loved him, and he was such an eager an attentive lover, it had been easy for her to put those other young men and their impressive endowments out of her mind.
"You're the best lover I've ever had, Greg," she told him truthfully. Lovemaking and fucking were different as far as she was concerned. With Greg, it wasn't bout how many times she came, but how close she felt to him. "Please don't get weird or insecure about this, but yes. Sometimes I do miss having sex wtih a bigger man." His cock stiffened against her palm, and she rubbed it gently though the thin fabric.
"As much as I might look at other women or flirt, Toni, I never want another woman but you. I want you to know that. I love you as much as the day we met," he said sincerely. His hands stopped teasing her arms now, instead holding them in a firmer grip.
"I know that, Greg, and I love you too!" she giggled a little, feeling warm. It was always nice to hear that the man you loved returned your feelings! "For a moment there I thought you were going to suggest I sleep with that young boy and his monster penis!"
"Who says I'm not suggesting that?" He whispered, and bent to kiss her forehead lightly. She sucked in a sharp breath. Was he serious? Her knees wobbled and she clutched at him for support. After twelve years of marriage, he wanted her to have a fling. "I feel like I want to indulge you, Baby. Spoil you. No one knows who we are here, we can play around for a few days, just for fun."
"You haven't met some little bimbo here, have you?" she asked as a sudden sharp pang of jealousy stabbed at her heart.
