Deborah is a real diva. She is a sexually charged wife who finds little satisfaction at home, even though her husband is devoted to her. But hubby James likes to watch, and Deborah gave him many opportunities.
Deborah is a platinum blonde who, at 33, retains a very womanly shape. She is not a skinny little thing, but neither is she overweight. She is all curves and soft flesh. Deborah also likes to show off. She has a closetful of sexy, skimpy outfits and she wears a lot of jewelry. She loves being the center of attention, and is even more aroused when she shows off for her husband. She plays the bimbo role well.
James, who is 14 years older than Deborah, likes seeing his wife in action, too, although he doesn't like to show it. To him it is no different than slipping off to a strip club and ogling the dancers on stage. But with Deborah, he goes home with the dancer. He realized early in their seven-year marriage that he couldn't keep up with Deborah, so he contents himself with watching. James had invested his money well in the 90s and made a killing on digital stocks before Internet bubble burst. He enjoys spoiling his oversexed wife.
During one recent adventure on a steamy August afternoon, Deborah dragged James to the beach. They had ventured off on a long weekend vacation and were staying at a beach resort. The place was packed with college kids at the end of their summer break. Deborah walked down the beach to a wide area between two large hotel complexes. Although there were a few college kids around, she selected a spot back from the water and away from the main beach area.
James laid out a large blanket, and set up the chairs and the cooler. He and Deborah both lay on their stomachs and settled down to soak up the hot rays of the sun. Seagulls could be heard squawking over the sound of the crashing waves. "Do you want something to drink, hon?" James asked.
Deborah didn't immediately answer. She was intent on watching a group of guys playing football several yards up the beach. "What? . . . Oh sure . . . hand me one of those hard lemonades," she said, before returning her gaze to the football game."
A few minutes later, James was already baking in the sun. "Baby, it's pretty hot, I'm gonna go for a swim. Do you wanna come with me?"
Preoccupied, Deborah said, "No, I'm staying here."
James gave his wife a peck on the cheek and jogged to the water.
It wasn't a couple of minutes before two well-built college kids were standing over Deborah. "Hello there," asked one of the boys. "Are you all alone?"
"No, my husband is playing in the water, boys," Deborah said. "Say, can you help me with this oil?"
The two well-built college boys just grinned. "Sure Lady. What do you need?"
"I can't get all oiled up by myself and since my husband isn't paying any attention to me, maybe you guys could take care of my back. What are your names?"
"I'm Jason and that's Kevin, we're seniors on the football team at State . . . Are you sure your husband won't mind?"
"Who cares if he minds? Don't worry, though, he won't cause any trouble. I'm Deborah, by the way."
Jason grabbed the suntan oil and squirted a generous amount on Deborah's back. Since the oil had been laying in the sun it was very hot and the sensation made Deborah squirm. Jason's strong hands added to her feelings of pleasure as he aggressively rubbed her back and kneaded her shoulder muscles. Streams of the hot oil ran down Deborah's sides and Jason slipped his fingers up and down her waist and alongside her breasts.
"Wow, that feels very nice Jason, your hands are very firm. I feel very slick and very hot," Deborah said.
Kevin, meanwhile, had taken the oil and applied liberal amounts from Deborah's asscheeks, down her legs to her feet. Using both hands, he kneaded her calf muscles and slipped along her soft thighs, pressing and rubbing the oil into her sexy legs. Using even more oil, Kevin squirted Deborah's ass, and massaged around the tight thong she wore. He also caressed the sides of her legs, and paid special attention to her feet, making sure each individual toe received attention.
"You boys really know how to treat a woman. I can feel the heat from the sun burning through the oil. Every muscle in me is relaxed."
"Our pleasure Deborah. You DO look hot, and not only from the sun."
And she did. Deborah backside glistened in the sun as beads of sweat lay on top of the oil that covered her body. Since she wore a string bikini top and thong bottom, she almost appeared naked. And she had no shame at all about displaying herself to two strangers, frat boys at that. If only her husband could see what they were doing. But even though James provided her with all the material things she wanted, he didn't satisfy her in bed. I'll bet Jason and Kevin however, and even some of their buddies, could give what she needed.
"So, what are you and your friends into today?" Deborah asked as she reached around and untied the strings on her bikini top to keep from getting tanlines.
"Just throwing the ball around, we're going to have a few drinks later. You can join us if you like," Kevin said.
After cooling off in the warm water, James realized the current had carried him down the beach. He looked around a bit to get his bearings and finally located Deborah. She was being chatted up by two of the college football players.
Deborah eyed the bulge in Jason's shorts and then noticed her husband James walking toward them from the water. She raised up, holding the sides of her bikini top and reached around to tie it in the back. The flimsy material barely covered her ample breasts which spilled over the front providing generous cleavage. The sides of her breasts also threatened to escape from her bikini top, leaving little to the imagination of Jason and Kevin.
"Jason, Kevin, meet my husband James," Deborah said, sitting up now and watching as the college boys eyed her husband warily. "They were helping me oil up since you were off playing in the water."
"Nice to meet you," James said with little enthusiasm. "Honey, would you like a drink?"
"Sure . . . how about one for Jason and Kevin, too," she said.
James reached into the cooler and grabbed three beers and another hard lemonade for Deborah, passing them out to everyone. Deborah lifted hers to drink and the ice melted from the bottle, dripping sexily into her cleavage. Jason and Kevin enjoyed the additional opportunity to ogle her tits. Kevin felt his cock getting interested as he wondered what it would be like to lick the droplets out from between her breasts.
As James took a seat on the blanket behind Deborah, she lay back onto his lap, the back of her head resting on his chest. She stretched her legs out between Kevin and Jason, who was trying to hide what looked to be a massive hard-on.
"You're nice and cool from the water, honey," Deborah said. "But I'm really cooking here. I need to get some more suntan oil on me before I burn. Can you boys lend a hand . . . or two?"
"I'll get it," James said.
"That's OK, honey. I sort of have you trapped here. You can't reach me everywhere unless you get up. Besides Jason and Kevin have strong hands and they know how to work out the kinks in my muscles."
James was a little uneasy about the situation, but he was complacent about Deborah coming on to these two college boys. He didn't protest, figuring Deborah was up to one of her games again. He decided to watch the show.
Jason took the oil and after squirting a liberal amount in his hand, applied it to Deborah's legs, rubbing them up and down until they shone in the hot sun. Her legs were long and he could feel the muscles in her calves and thighs, but the incredible softness of the inside of her thighs had turned him on even more.
Kevin, meanwhile, applied liberal amounts of oil to Deborah's belly. Some of the oil had pooled in her belly button and it felt obscene when he fingered her navel to scoop out the oil. He was careful not to tug on the belly button jewelry that dangled from her navel. He gently rubbed the area between her belly button and the top of her bikini bottom, making sure she was covered with oil.
The scene was as hot as the sun as James watched his wife being tended to by the two college boys. And from with his position directly behind Deborah, he watched from over her shoulder as the strange hands massaged his wife's splayed out body.
Jason's hands inched closer and closer to Deborah's pussy, which was barely covered by the thin material of her bikini bottom. His fingers traveled into the crease between her leg and pussy as he spread the oil on her. Her pussy lips were clearly outlined as the bikini bottom fit snugly. Occasionally he would linger there, letting his fingers explore slightly underneath the material.
"I feel like a queen," Deborah said. "Here I am perched on my husband's lap, laid out to catch the hot sun, with two studly masseuses to rub me all over. I could get used to this. How about my shoulders Kevin?"
Pouring more oil in his hand, Kevin applied it to Deborah's shoulders and neck, rubbing down the front of her chest, not sure how far to go since her husband was right there. A couple of streams of oil slipped down her chest, into her cleavage.
"This isn't working," Deborah said, lifting up and reaching around to untie her bikini top and pull it off. "This is just in the way. Proceed, Kevin."
