"So you really have a date on Saturday with this internet contact of yours," I asked with a mixture of incredulity, excitement and apprehension?
This wasn't exactly unexpected behavior from my wife of 20 years since we had decided to explore some open marriage options. I had taken my shot...or shots with a few contacts, usually finding that the couples were mostly interested in my wife and the single women were either too young, too scary looking, or wary of relationships with couples/married men/STDS you name it. Not that there wasn't the occasional success but this process sure seemed easier for her. Any ad would bring HER tons of response and me a token or two.
"That's right, and I want to get a good tan base down before going down to Haulover to meet him."
Haulover Beach is the Miami nude beach. A mile or so of gay men followed by a mile or so of nude couples singles and (mostly male) gawkers. The one time I had gone there, I left my wife for a walk and came back 15 minutes later to find her talking to a bent over black man whose genitals were bouncing against his thigh while he was trying to talk her into visiting a local swing club that night. While she seemed to be shaking her head no, she also had a smile on her face watching the swinging balls inches in front of her face.
"What do you know about this guy," I asked with more than a hint of jealousy somehow creeping into my voice? "Do you have a picture, X or GP rated? How about some references?" Now I was getting silly. "I'm not sure I like the idea..."
She cut me off.
"But it was YOUR idea to try swinging on our own now and then. I got a lot of emails and they make me feel pretty good about myself. I want to go lie down on the nude beach, let others look at me and maybe fool around a little. Is that so bad?"
It was hard to argue with that kind of logic. Apparently her friend went to this beach a lot and even though it was far from both of our homes, it did seem to be kind of swing-central for this part of the world, as far as I knew anyway. Mostly there was a lot of looking and harmless voyeurism going on. Nothing for any secure individual to be frightened of. The heat that this whole idea had generated between us was palpable now as well. I wasn't sure whether I liked, hated or was merely jealous of this unseen prick that had gotten my old lady to visit with him in the nude. Of course, I hadn't heard anything about his motor home yet....
Looking down at what was an undeniable erection-tent in my pants I knew that the conversation had definitely had an effect on me. Most of the week leading up to this planned weekend had been a reversal of the trend for us. Instead of once weekly in and out sex, we were now going at it every night like a pair of young bunnies. The 50ish always horny guy and the 40-something still-sexy hot mama were acting like teenagers again. Maybe, I was thinking that if I fucked her hard enough or often enough, this fluky idea to go to nude beaches and fuck around with strange men would vanish somehow. It only seemed to make her want to tease me about it some more.
"Is this how you imagine me going down on Tim," she offered as she slowly slid her lips over and then down my proud 6 inches? She was now licking the shaft from tip to sack while she smiled and asked: "Is my tan-line almost gone in the back here?" I grabbed her head and pushed it down gently on Mr. Happy.
"Yeah, you're getting pretty red all over. I guess you don't want to burn and peel or have a white ass when your down on a nude tropical beach getting all those wolf-stares and whistles."
Kat had a pretty decent body for her age. She had a little extra padding (so who doesn't?) here and there and good size breasts with large nipples above a shaved pussy, which was accustomed to serious banging...on occasion.
"You know, he says he has a boat and a motor home and that I could easily get an invitation to join him for a while...if I didn't have to work of course." Now she was really letting me have it. "Do you think he'd enjoy me doing this to him?" This was accompanied by her squeezing the family jewels at first gently and then a bit harder. "Of course when he whips it out for the first time, I don't know if it won't be just too big for me to handle." This was accompanied by fluttering eyelids and a barely concealed sneer.
I doubted that the monster black cock that I'd seen her smiling next to a few weeks ago belonged to Tim. Black men hadn't been an interest of hers, or so she'd always said. I was aware of some of the cyber names of the guys she flirted with on the various sites but had never seen any pictures. I didn't know if she was planning on meeting one guy, a group of guys, a married couple, a party room full of guys or if it was all just a big tease. Maybe that was a part of what was getting me so hard (and so often) in that interesting week. My mind was drifting while she was talking and I probably missed a lot of what she said.
"He could probably meet me down at the beach in the motor home, that would be convenient" Who listens to words when their cock is being attended to? "I wonder just how big...." Her words drifted off again.
As Friday came to a close and work became just another 40 hour, unvaried scripted boredom, I arrived home to find that, for the first time in eons, Kat had beaten me home. She was working on her tan some more, oiling her body down in the back yard while stretching out nude behind the impromptu privacy screen she had draped over a couple of chairs. Well at least she's not trying to drive the neighbor crazy. Whether she'd heard me or not, I couldn't help but notice, from my vantage point behind the kitchen window, that she was making sure not to miss any of the important areas between her thighs with that tanning oil. Figuring that I would strike while the tanning oil was hot, I quickly grabbed a squirt or two of lotion that I had on the sink and rubbed it around my own growing appendage and made the short walk to the tan zone in record time.
"Somebody's happy to see me," she said as she reached for my shiny member! As it didn't look like she needed a lot of warming up, I basically threw myself on top of her and was balls-deep in a flash. Her legs flew up in the air and wrapped around my back as I pounded her into the backyard grass/sand/beach towel. "That makes every day this week you've fucked me really well. I guess I should set up more weekend dates." I wasn't quite sure if she was kidding or daring me to respond. "Do you want me to continue to find and provide inspiration for your fantasies or just tease you a little?" She looked dead serious when she said this. And, in truth, I wasn't sure what answer to give or what the honest answer was. "I kind of like the attention I've been getting! And I know I'll be appreciated at Haulover too!" No doubt. I was sliding in and out as fast and hard as I could now. Soon that familiar light flicked on in the back of my head. As I dumped a load of cum into her pussy she continued. "Oh, yeah, big boy, that's it, fill me up. Mind if I push a finger in here?" As she poked at my rectum the cum just spurted out leaving me drained and leaving her to slowly disentangle herself, grab her towel and head for the proverbial showers.
My first thought was: "I do love inspiration."