Between in and Friends

Between Friends and Kin

The April sun felt sooo wonderful on her nearly nude body, and the frozen margarita tasted way too good for two o'clock in the afternoon!

Before he left six weeks ago, her husband had promised a trip to the Caribbean as soon as school was out for the summer. That was a month away, so she was spending this sunny Saturday working on her tan, weight, and fitness.

No 'beached white whale' look for this girl on that first day; she would set foot on the beach looking tan, fit, and gorgeous, and she would wreak havoc in the tiny bikini she had just ordered online! This trip was going to be SO MUCH FUN: sun, surf, sex, and showing off - she loved everything about the beach, but especially showing off and the out-of-control sex that followed!

She looked down and giggled - as if there was any substance to the bikini she was wearing right now! Strings attached to small triangles up top and a larger triangle that scarcely covered her bare coochie and about two-thirds of her ass.

It was perfect for tanning, but he never let her keep it on for long when he was around. Something about seeing her in a bikini and smearing lotion on her curvy body always resulted in her tanning time being converted to wild sex. Not that she minded at all, but with him a thousand miles away, today she might actually get some sun.

She smiled to herself. She LOVED to surprise her husband with her daring, and they called the new bikini a "Mini" on the website! Up top, her areoles were covered, but not a lot more, and the clingy material would promote and expose nipple stiffness.

Down below triangle began just above her bare coochie and ended immediately after, turning into a thong above her taint!

It was quite scandalous, even for vacay on a Caribbean island, and she knew he would be agog over her exposed ass. Well, him and all the other men on the beach! Which reminded her to pull the bikini bottom into her crack while she sunbathed on her tummy - she didn't want a white ass on the beach!

Alexandria - Lexi - had a killer body, period! Her legs and ass were ultra-prime, though, and she knew it. Yes, her perfectly shaped and formed C-cup tits were mouthwatering, but the combination of tiny waist, flaring hips, protruding ass, and shapely, slightly-too-long-for-her-body legs brought traffic to a standstill when she flaunted herself in short shorts and tight tops.

She could barely wait to see the reaction when she wore the new Wicked Weasel mini-bikini!

Lexi laughed at herself - she was definitely in one of those moods! She knew what tequila did to her, yet she was drinking frozen margaritas from a pint beer mug because the rim held more salt than a margarita glass, and the mug held more drink!

The problems she faced today, however, were numerous. To wit: she would have to get up and go inside to get another drink because the ice melted if she brought the pitcher outside in the hot sun. Second, as always, the warmth of the tequila sped directly from her belly to her pussy, and the energetic beat of the Rolling Stones made the warm pussy pulsate in rhythm.

Third, and most importantly, her hunky hubby was STILL gone, so there was no one to rub lotion on her back, much less give her the fucking she needed and deserved after 42 DAYS of unwilling abstinence!

She and Bugs, her favorite bunny vibrator, were going to have a long date tonight! Or maybe this afternoon, because she was already wiggling her bottom around on the canvas lounger and the breeze was chilling the wet fabric of her bikini bottom, which was wet due to her flooding puss.

'Why does he do this to me?' she asked herself as she ground her tight ass against the fabric. 'He knew how oversexed I am when he married me, and he promised he would always take care of my little problem! And, until the last six months, he had done a fine job!

'But 42 days in a row? Plus a bunch of weeklong trips before that?'

'What is he thinking? He calls me his insatiable minx and his fuckbunny for a reason - I need A LOT of sex!'

She wiggled her prime ass on the canvas of the chair again, took another sip, and licked some extra salt off the rim. She was trying to make this first drink last, because one should not get drunk on tequila in the afternoon when one's husband is not around to take care of one's hot, wet, throbbing pussy! Especially not with the Stones blaring from the speakers, and when one has already been alone for Forty-two! Fuckin! Days!

Willie to her, Will to his friends, William to his mother, and That Sorry SOB to his business rivals, had been gone 42 days tomorrow, and yet he informed her in last night's phone call that he wouldn't be able to return for at least couple of weeks!

Luckily, her vibes all charged via USB cords so she wouldn't run out of batteries, but regardless of type - clit simulator, G-spot stimulator, rabbit, life-like vibrating dildo, or even butt plug, nothing did the job the way his good, hard, 8" cock did!

'Stop thinking about things like that!' she chastised herself. 'You're on the edge already, and you've only sunbathed for 15 minutes and drank two-thirds of one drink! Get your shit together, Girl!'

Concentrating on not making herself hornier, she downed he rest of the drink and licked the rim clean before realizing what she had done. Damn! Well, nothing left to do but go make another!

She straddled the lounger and stood up, which allowed the light breeze to expose just how wet the crotch of her suit was, and danced her way into the kitchen to the Stones screaming

Jumping Jack Flash, it's a ga-ga-gas!

She rubbed the mug rim in the margarita salt circle until she had a thick covering, and then danced around the kitchen to the loud, throbbing music. When the track ended, she took the covered pitcher out of the freezer, opened the spout, and poured the mug full. She took a big drink, refilled the mug, and put the pitcher back; maybe two more drinks before she had to make another.

She went back outside, set her drink down on the little table beside her lounger, and tried to cover her back with a spray bottle of sunscreen. That necessitated assuming several very flexible and gymnastic positions, including head between her legs while her twisted-upside-down hand sprayed her lower back.

"Wouldn't it be easier to have me do that?" asked a baritone voice. She pulled her head from between her legs, straightened up, and whipped around to face their across-the-alley neighbor, a state trooper.

And a very large, fit, and handsome state trooper was he, wearing his uniform, with his big chest puffed up even more by the Kevlar vest he was required to wear.

Seeing him standing there, drinking her in behind his aviator shades with a little smile playing around those thick lips, crinkling that chiseled face around his deep-set blue eyes, rather severely exacerbated her gushing-pussy problem.

She coyly put one hand on the hip she stuck out, and handed the spray bottle to him.

"Would you do that for me? You are SO sweet, Gary!"

He laughed, put the spray bottle down, and picked up the bottle of Coppertone from the table. "I can't use the spray, Lexi; it might blow onto my uniform. But I'll be happy to apply a nice, thick coating of oil to keep your luscious backside from burning - at least for a while."

They were good at this. He flirted with her every chance he got when his gorgeous wife and her hunky husband weren't too close. She flirted back, but always kept him at arm's length because he WAS sexy as hell and she wasn't sure she could control him if she let him too close.

She was well aware of his reputation as a cocksman, very aware of their mutual attraction, and that she was playing with fire; but she did need oil on her back so she would tan but not burn... And the tequila had her feeling overly confident of her ability to control both of them, so she took him up on his offer. "Thanks, Gary; that would be great!"

She glanced across the alley to make sure his jealous-bitch wife's car was gone, smiled, knelt on the lounger, put her hands down, arched her back to accentuate her glorious body, and then laid down. Shades or not, she could feel his eyes devouring her, and she loved it!

She

loved to tease

, and she particularly loved to tease big, handsome men like Gary who were married to beautiful women. There was something about knowing she could steal beautiful Beverly's husband away if she wanted to that appealed to her competitive nature, and made her little pussy hot.

Besides, it wasn't like Gary hadn't put his hands on her before! Just two months ago, before Willie left, they had a backyard party and he had cornered her at the kitchen sink while everyone else was outside. He wrapped his arms around her, pushed his hard cock against her round ass, cupped her braless tits in his big hands, and kissed her neck.

She quietly complained, "No, someone could see us!" But she didn't try to escape.

He mumbled about not being able to see in through the reflective screens, ran his right hand down over her flat belly, and slipped it under the elastic waist of her shorts. His fingers made it far enough to know her little pussy was hairless before Beverly announced she would got get the burgers from the fridge, since Lexi seemed to be delayed.

Gary unhanded her then and fled to the back bathroom that night, but today - today Beverly and Willie were gone, he had hot oil on his big, strong hands, and he was massaging it into her calves. She could have told him it only worked on the surface, but his manipulations felt so good she just moaned and let him proceed.

He had worked up to the top of her left hamstring now, very near the wet part of her suit and the exposed part of her ass. 'Damn this feels good' she thought, and inadvertently spread her thighs a bit to give him more to massage.

Knead the inner thigh he did, right up to the point that the heel of his big hand was pressing tightly against the wet material and the leaking pussy making it wet. She tried to choke off a moan, but she heard him chuckle knowingly.

Suddenly, big hands were massaging hot oil into the exposed part of her luscious ass, and the probing, pressing, squeezing fingers were causing another release of horny girl juices, and a prolonged moan.

'Oh, fuck! He just brushed his pinky across my rosebud! And it felt soooo good!' her brain screamed.

The fingers came out from under her bikini bottom, which was now bunched up between her cheeks, feeling more like a thong. That was disappointing on the one hand and a relief on the other - until his fingers deftly untied the string across her back and tucked it beside her breast on each side.

Hot oil was poured between her shoulder blades, and it began running down her spine.

If she had any nerve ending not already overreacting, the feeling of the hot oil running down her bare back put them in hyper-drive.

She made no effort to stifle the moan this time, and she couldn't have if she wanted to, because his big, strong fingers began massaging the Levator muscles on either side of her neck, and the moans soon became groans.

Down her bare back he worked, finding and relieving tension and hot spots, and making her female organs produce and release copious fluids.

Her head was lolling to the left; her face was only inches from his pants as he knelt beside the lounger, and she saw a wet spot forming on his pants at the end of the very obvious, very large bulge along his left leg. She wanted to reach over and grab it, pull his zipper down, lick the pre-cum off, and suck that big boy into her hot mouth!

But she lay still, watching his cock leak while his big hands pulled the band of her bikini bottom down to fully expose her magnificent ass. Hot oil was applied soothingly and then forcefully to that lush ass, and her groans, moans, and whimpers began to run together.

She felt the elastic pulled under her hips and down her thighs to her knees, and then over her calves, ankles, and feet. The big hands spread her legs, and powerfully made their way back up between them.

There was no effort to pretend this was suntan application; this was Gary preparing her for the fucking she had earned for acting like such a slut today! She arched her back, encouraging him to cram a few of those big fingers, or his tongue - something - inside her needy cunt, if only to tide her over until he could free that big cock and shove it in her!

The hand massaging her near hammy crept up, kneading and squeezing the tender flesh where her leg became her ass. He ran a thick finger between her labia; she moaned and spread her legs wider, offering him unfettered access to her throbbing pussy. He growled as he dug his finger into her hot box, and she knew she was only seconds from getting a strange cock for the first time since her wedding.

She closed her eyes, grabbed the frame of the lounger, and pushed back against the intruding finger.

He started and she was startled when a loud metallic voice suddenly began blurting numbers, the name of the town, and more numbers. Gary rocked back, keyed his mike, and answered similarly.

He stopped talking, leaned over, slapped her ass on each side, and said, "You can't even imagine how sorry I am, you luscious thing, but I'm on duty and I have to answer that call! Promise me a raincheck?"

She didn't bother to answer before she heard him run off and open the gate; she just lay there soaking up the rays of the hot sun and soaking the canvas of the chair. Her overheated little cunt was throbbing like mad, but she needed rest to regain enough control to address its needs.

Finally, she rolled over, which left her naked when the untied top didn't roll with her. She found her no-longer-frozen margarita, downed it in one long swallow, and licked the salt all the way around the rim. She gathered the bikini in her hand and sashayed saucily across the yard and into the house without bothering to put anything on. If anyone was watching, this was the least of her problems.

Inside, she grabbed a beach towel from the bathroom and spread it on the bed. She flopped on the towel, lay on her back, and pulled Bugsy the Jackrabbit out of the nightstand beside her. When Bugs was well buried and his ears were busily tickling her clit, she began chanting gibberish, arched her back, and her overwrought cunt exploded in waves of fire and brimstone that threatened to melt her toy! She whimpered, whined, cried out, and finally collapsed back onto the towel.

She awoke from her short nap needing to pee, but only reluctantly removed the buzzing bunny.

She looked up at the clock as she sat on the commode, and saw it was only three, so there was still good sun for her tanning effort. She decided to forgo another round with Bugs, washed him off, plugged the bunny back into the charger, and stepped into the shower to wash the dry juices and odor off herself.

She picked a new bikini and put it on. This one was a slightly skimpier yellow version of the hot pink one she wore earlier, so the coverage was similarly meager. But it wasn't wet and didn't smell like needy pussy... at least not yet.

As horny as she still was, neither would remain true for long, but at least the new bikini felt better right now.

She poured another drink, walked out, and plopped down on the lounger. Twenty minutes of tanning and it was time for another drink and a change from tanning the front to the back. Fuck it; this time she wasn't going to bother spraying her backside! No sunscreen just meant she'd darken faster anyway!

She poured her mug full, but then had to refill it, because that first sip drained half of it! The pitcher was nearly empty, so she downed the rest. Now the pitcher was empty, but she was refilled and refortified when she returned to the back yard. She looked around, wondering if she could get away with getting naked, playing with her needy pussy, and pretending it was Gary.

She didn't see anyone, so she leaned against the wall, ran the hand without the drink under her tiny bottom, and lightly caressed her clit. She continued drinking the margarita while strumming her love button. Soon she was moaning and tightening her thighs to help her building orgasm; that's when she heard the rumble of a familiar Hemi.

She smiled, turned her head, and looked over the 5' cedar fence at the road that ran the other side of Gary's house. The road was a little higher than her back yard, so she knew whoever was in the truck could see her if they was looking, and she knew at least one was because his head was hanging out the window.

She chuckled. Her useless but delicious brother-in-law was once again cruising her neighborhood, hoping she was out in the yard in skimpy clothes so he could get a peek. She knew he could see her blonde hair, head, and bare shoulders above the fence, but not the bikini, so she waved and proceeded to the lounger.

She lay down on her stomach, set the mug under the lounger, and unzipped the slit in the canvas that allowed her to suck her drink through a straw. She couldn't lick the salt this way, but the frozen drink was yummy in the hot sunlight! She rubbed her cunt against the canvas, laid her ankles over the frame to allow sunrays to reach her inner thighs, and entered a reverie in which Gary had returned and was about to ravage her.

A couple of minutes later she heard, "Well looky here! My sweet sister-in-law is out sunbathing in a teeny-tiny bikini!

"Can we help ya with suntan lotion or anything, Sweetie? We wouldn't want that porn star's dream of a body getting burned!"

She didn't even turn her head; she knew the voice well. "Hello, Nick. No, I'm trying to get a tan, so I don't really need sunscreen, but thanks for asking."

Another familiar voice spoke up from her other side. "You sure, Lexi? Easy to burn at this time of the day, early in the season like this."

"It's okay, Jim. I'm just going to finish my drink and head inside anyway."

A third familiar voice spoke. "Oh, it's not a bother! In fact, we consider it our duty to take care of you while your hubby is out gallivanting all over doing god knows what! Here, I'll start on her left leg; Ronnie, you take her right, and you two take her back. We'll have to share the Coppertone, though."

She felt hot oil on her left leg, and a hand began to smooth it on. She sucked her drink and considered her options. She knew what she should do, but she was still horny as hell, and the thought of four men fawning over and fondling her wasn't all that distressing.

The hot oil hit her right calf, and a hand started smoothing it on, from ankle to knee. The other hand continued smoothing and rubbing her left leg, and then she felt hot oil poured in a line across her shoulders. Two more hand started smoothing and rubbing oil on her shoulders.

Damn - eight hands roaming about her body felt really, really good! She sucked the straw, and the delicious margarita delighted her mouth like the roaming hands delighted her skin.

They poured hot oil on her hamstrings, spread it, and began kneading them in unison. She sucked hard on the straw, got a burst, and then air.

"Here, let me replenish your drink, Goddess," said a fifth voice. A big hand removed the drink from under her lounger, but she continued to keep her eyes downward, diverted from the men all around her. To look them in the eyes would be embarrassing, and she would be forced to abandon this fantasy and face reality - these were her husband's kin and friends feeling her up!

If Willie found out what they were doing, as innocent as it was, so far, his brother, brother-in-law, cousin, and friend would be without jobs, Harvey's welding company would lose its best customer, and his wife would be... what? Punished? Banished? Divorced?

"We don't want to stain this pretty yellow bikini," said Nick, as she felt the string across her back being untied and laid along the sides of her body.