Chapter 1 - My wife and I start our adventure. Loving Wives
We were finally on the beach, my wife Jenny and I, after the conclusion of an intense deal that I had been working on. I'm David and I work as a headhunter in the world of silicon valley tech - Jenny owns a chain of coffee houses in the rapidly gentrifying Mission district. We had just checked into an amazing resort, too exclusive for our normal vacations but all at the expense of my client. We were scheduled to stay here for a week, and our only obligation was a round of couples golf with the company team. But for the first few days it was our own private time. After two cocktails and our feet in the sand, life felt very good indeed.
Jenny was looking amazing as she almost always does, her golden brown hair falling just below her shoulders. A sexy bikini that showed off her incredible body in a way that I hadn't seen in public for way too long. I was sporting a pair of board shorts, exposing my fairly athletic physique as well as my four tattoos, relics of my time in the Bay Area post punk scene. My new life required a much more conservative and corporate image, so I'm more often in long sleeved shirts. Jenny loves my ability to bridge the two worlds.
Our fingers were entwined between the beach chairs as our bodies soaked up the late afternoon sun. A nice rum buzz definitely led to her sense of playfulness as she squeezed my fingers to alert me to a beachgoer worth my attention. There were some very attractive young women, some of them topless, walking along the beach, and my wife was taking as much pleasure staring at their sexy young bodies as I was. Nothing turns me on more than whatever is turning my wife on, so I was beginning to feel more than slightly stimulated. But the sun was beginning to set and I was looking forward to getting back to our room and exploiting how horny Jenny obviously felt.
Just as I was finishing cocktail # 3 and with thoughts of leaving the beach on my mind, I felt my hand get a particularly pronounced squeeze. I turned to Jenny and saw that she was looking over me to a small cabana that we had not seen anyone using...until now. Walking down to the water was the hottest, most exotic woman I had seen all afternoon. The way she wore a full and fairly modest bikini was somehow even sexier than the tiniest bottoms and no tops of the younger women, and she walked with a confidence and class that I simply can't over exaggerated. She looked to be a little older then us, but time had been extremely kind. Her body was lithe and toned, her skin lightly tanned, taller than my wife and moving with perfect poise. Jenny's eyes were fixed on her as she walked to the waters edge and her fingers kept their pressure on mine.
The way my wife was riveted turned me on tremendously. The woman turned and smiled, exhibiting her almond shaped eyes and gleaming teeth. She waved towards the cabana and then moved along the waters edge, gently kicking the shallow water as she went. I turned to see a man, a little older still - maybe early 40's - emerge from the canopy and wave back. Inevitably he was just as dashing and well kept, tanned, athletic without being muscular - dark hair combed back. Since I had no interest in him at all I went back to watching the woman as her perfectly pert ass and dark ponytail slowly receded into the distance.
She was soon obscured behind a small fishing boat that was now making its way back to land, the crew of 3 splashing into the surf to bring baskets of fish to shore. Since the woman was now barely visible to me, I watched as the young men tugged their boat up onto the sand. The oldest was perhaps just 20, and his two mates a couple of years younger. They were all dressed in cut-off shorts, no shirts, their dark brown skin and black hair, all shaved very short, had the glow and vitality of youth.
A rusty old white Nissan pick-up was reversing a trailer to where the two younger lads pulled the boat up with practiced ease, while the older one loaded their catch in the bed of the truck. The whole operation took just a few minutes after which the truck pulled away and the 3 fishermen ran into the water to rinse off from their labors. Before long they started splashing each other, soon followed by the 2 younger ones trying to dunk their older friend. The horse play continued as I noticed that beyond them, just the other side of the wave break, the beautiful woman was swimming parallel to the beach. About 20 yards out from where the young men were playing she started to tread water - looking around as if to get her bearings. Seeing her husband now in direct line with her and the boys, she waved playfully and turned to come into shore.
This put the boys directly in her path, and soon she was only a few yards away from them. Almost inevitably one of the boys accidentally splashed water near her as she walked chest deep in the surf. Instead of being indignant about it she laughed and splashed the boy right back. He seemed surprised, so she immediately took advantage of his hesitancy and splashed him again, this time with both hands and at closer range. He cried out and mocked falling backwards, disappearing under the surf, soon to reappear close behind and putting her in the middle of the three boys. Realizing her predicament, she started shrieking and splashing wildly at all of them.
The next wave broke and knocked all four of them off their feet, leaving them laughing and struggling to keeps heads above water. As arms and legs flayed in the surf, the woman grabbed onto the eldest boy for support. He pulled her tightly to him as the water swirled around them. Jenny and I watched intently as the sea calmed around their waists and he relaxed his grip a little, leaving them face to face but entwined from the hips down. He supported her now, holding her lower back as her upper body floated and her knees appeared at his sides. He said something that made her smile and poke her tongue out at him which made them both laugh. It occurred to me that this cannot be the first time they had met - their instant familiarity suggested that there had been an earlier encounter of some kind, and that maybe this meeting was not so much by chance as it initially looked. As I was pondering on this, Jenny squeezed my fingers once again and asked,
"Does this remind you of our little games?"
I instantly knew what she was referring to. Almost from the beginning of our relationship we had established that we both got extremely turned on by watching the other partner be a little naughty. I had seen her flirt with a number of other men over the time that we had been married, and even dance with a few of them. This had always turned me on beyond all expectation - I didn't fully understand nor had I tried to explain it, but watching her make herself apparently available to other, generally younger men, made me crazy with lust and always led to intensely passionate love making. Luckily the reverse turned her on too, and I had got to dance with a couple of other girls to the same effect - but the opportunities for me were a lot less frequent. It hadn't until now occurred to me that we were watching a similar game play out.
"Do you think?"
"Erm.... yes. Fairly obviously I would imagine," she replied.
"Fuck. Yeah maybe. But I don't see her man anymore".
"He went back inside that tent thing. We can't see him, but I bet that he can see her. You really think that she would be that forward with that boy if it wasn't for her husband's benefit?"
"No, I guess not. You think he's enjoying it?" I replied rather dumbly. I was now nervous...thinking about our own games and watching what was unfolding in front of us was making my head spin and my cock expand. That incredible woman was now holding the boy's face close to hers and was whispering in his ear. It was getting decidedly sexual and I could only imagine how the husband was feeling.
"Wouldn't you?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"... my dizziness was making me into an idiot.
"Ha ha" she teased. "You fucking know you would, but you just won't admit it. Look at her baby...look at how hot she looks as she's grinding into that kid. You'd love watching me do that."
With my cock beginning to show in my shorts I figured I'd better be honest:
"Yeah, quite possibly. It definitely looks like she's putting on a show. I would imagine that I'd completely lose my mind if I was watching you do that."
"Hmmmm. I know you would babe. Just imagine that was me... how close is his cock to my pussy right now?"
"Two very thin pieces of fabric I reckon."
"Mmmmm - lucky girl. I wonder if he has a big one. I bet she's getting nice and aroused. Look at her...you can almost see it in her face".
Whenever we would tease each other with naughty thoughts and Jenny would mention the size of another guys penis it just added fuel to the already burning fire. My equipment had always been perfectly adequate but not exactly off the charts, so now my head was really spinning.
Just then the woman released the young man from between her legs. She stood and leaned in to whisper in his ear once more. Then she turned and headed back up the sand and out of the water. She looked incredible and I couldn't help but to notice that her nipples were now very prominent underneath her swimsuit. She headed straight back towards the cabana where her husband emerged to meet her. He kissed her on the cheek, they exchanged a few words, and then he turned and headed up the beach towards the hotel buildings. She stayed, grabbing a towel and started to dry herself off. A couple of minutes went by as we watched her.
"Interesting," said Jenny.
"What do you mean?"
"Well.... if they were playing our game, they would both be heading back to their room right now to fuck each other senseless. But she is just letting him go... I wonder why."
As I was watching the woman towel herself off, I was aware that Jenny was now looking over my shoulder back towards the hotel. I figured she was looking for the husband.
"I think I'll go find out" she said as she hopped up and turned to go.
"No...what the fuck? Wait...." I uselessly responded as I watched her fantastic ass walk away. I turned to watch the woman again, who was indeed now following her husband. But it was too late to tell Jenny without being obvious.
Oddly, Jenny headed in the opposite direction to an area of wooden deck and showers. She pulled the rope on one shower and, looking incredibly sexy, started to rinse herself down. It was then that I noticed that the young man was right there next to her, and I wasn't a bit surprised when she started up a conversation. What the fuck is she doing?!? I felt the beginnings of the nervousness and jealousy that I always got when I watched her play, but this was a little different. It was completely out of the blue and I am standing here in public with nothing on but a pair of shorts and my cock tenting up. I willed myself to turn away so it wasn't all so fucking obvious. By the time I turned back he had left and she was enjoying the shower alone. She took her time but eventually set off back in my direction.
As she approached she was grinning at me like a very bad girl.
"What the fuck?" I asked, exasperated.
"What's wrong babe? I just wanted answers to our questions, that's all," she replied, still grinning.
I had to grin too..she knew I was loving it.
"And...."
"Well I got answers to two of our questions and the first one is a resounding "Yes!""
"What was the fucking question?" I asked - she was being intentionally evasive.
