Hot Wife Beached

Ben.

Our eagerly anticipated Caribbean getaway wasn't the once-in-a-lifetime vacation I had worked my ass off for the better part of a year to enjoy. But here I was, Salesman of the Year and reaping the rewards. The resort boasted the three 'S' requisites, sun, sand, and surf. They were in abundance but as I lay in the warm sun next to my wife of 23 years, it was amply evident my wife Kay interpreted the "3 S's" a little differently.

My first clue was weeks ago when the Amazon trucks began unloading a hefty array of boxes on our front porch. Beachwear, towels, and a staggering array of bathing suits, each one barely more than postage stamp patches of brilliantly festive cloth strung together by dental floss. The cost-to-weight ratio would've given Bitcoin a hardon. Kay tore through the boxes, giddy with joy as she held each one up, striking suggestive poses in our bedroom mirrors. But when she slipped into the first "suit", she cried out in agony and immediately doubled her visits to the fitness center with a final afternoon at her favorite salon for a summer cut, dye job and much to my surprise a total waxing.

Kay

I love my husband. He provides well for us, never strayed, and until recently had been the only man in my sights or my pants. Then one afternoon we were enjoying drinks by the park's jogging trails and Ben asks me what I thought of an approaching jogger. Male, mid 20's, tanned, bare chested with his jogging shorts flapping as he pumped his muscular legs.

"Oh, I don't know. Why do you ask such things?"

"We've been married for over 20 years, and you've never fantasized about a handsome stranger in all those years?" Ben's incredulity was a little irritating. I wasn't sure our marriage vows covered idle fantasies.

"I AM human." I replied briskly. "OK...let me focus for a minute. Hmmmm. I like the curly dark hair; the sweat is a little icky but he's very fit. Those cute shorts keep popping forward like maybe he forgot his jock?"

"Or he's hung like a Clydesdale?" Ben questioned slyly.

"Jesus, Ben, are you back on that voyeur crap you were trying to get me to go see at that club Nancy and Jim are always bragging about?"

"So, he's a total turn off?" Ben challenged.

Kay's eyes rolled back, "I didn't say that. I'm not sure I could party like that with a total stranger while you sat there watching us. Wouldn't you be jealous? Angry?"

"Oh yes. But that would fuel my desire to reclaim my wife in ways that you've never imagined." He bragged.

"Take two Viagra and try me in the morning, Kay answered rudely. "I don't believe you, and I don't think I could watch you make love to another woman."

"Fuck, not make love" Ben corrected, "I love you; I'll always love you. We make love. In all our years...especially with my travel for work, you've never once masturbated? Had a fantasy that demanded attention? Not once...ever?"

Kay looked shocked, then guilty, "Well, that's just normal hormone stuff."

"Be honest, dear, I wasn't in those wet dreams, was I?"

Her silence was all Ben needed to hear.

Ben

I was still tipping the resort's porter when Kay burst from the bath dressed in an Island print terrycloth shift that barely covered her neon yellow thong. Grabbing her sun hat and overstuffed beach bag, she blew me a kiss as she flew out the sliding glass door with a giddy "Get your ass to the beach, buddy!" The porter, Nate, chuckled as I tipped him excessively and advised, "They pretty much all do that. It's the Caribbean, mon."

By the time I'd unpacked enough to find my swimsuit, SPF 50, and picked up a cooler of drinks from the beach front bar, I had no trouble finding Kay. She had claimed a prime section of ocean-front beach, perfectly situated for people watching, and vice versa. The warm white sand had been pushed up into a comfortable armchair lounger upholstered with her new plush beach blanket, a deep blue throne to make sure Kay would be the center of attention. I had to shoulder my way through the throng of idle gawkers to claim a spot on the periphery. The avid advance work had paid off, her fit, tanned body glistened with oil, each sculpted muscle was dark brown and clearly defined. They rippled each time she shifted to afford her audience a different view. Two tiny bright yellow triangles of translucent gauze atop her firm breasts drew their attention, her dark red nipples were clearly happy to be the hit of the beach. The yellow thong formed a bright trough between Kay's tanned legs, accenting her smoothly manicured and swollen lips. I could see Kay was loving the attention, as a damp spot was spreading down the yellow groove toward her ass.

It appeared to me that Kay's pose was carefully chosen to appear casual, even disinterested. Hat brim low, eyes hidden behind dark lenses, a hungry smirk on her lips. Paperback in one hand, a cold umbrella drink sweating in the other, one knee casually bent off to the side providing a nice view of her increasingly engorged pussy as the yellow fabric slipped deeper into her groove. Kay's eyes locked briefly with each admirer, seeking the perfect man or woman to kickstart her vacation.

Kay

Taking a long sip of the Marguerita, feeling the heady liquor splash down her throat, Kay committed to her fantasy beach adventure. Her eyes roamed the circle of people eagerly anticipating her next move. Fixing on a lifeguard type, fit body, boat shorts with a promising bulge developing, she locked eyes with him, smiled, then pulled the thong fabric to the side while sliding two fingers along her pussy. Removing her wet fingers, she brought them to her lips without ever breaking eye contact. The beach reduced to just the two of them as he stepped forward, kneeled between her legs and buried his face in her sopping crotch, slowly licking the folds of her pussy, ass to top, teasing the sides of her clit but never really engaging. Kay squirmed as her heart raced. She was really going to fuck this stranger in front of a dozen eager spectators?

She drew in a sharp breath as her lover brought her close to climax. Her eyes found Ben in the hazy glow of onlookers. Was this too much? Too Soon? Too Public? Hell, it was his idea! Ben's face was frozen in time as she squirmed to the labors of her beach buddy, then he slowly nodded permission and even tossed in a wink. Kay ground her pussy into the stranger's mouth, both hands grabbing his head. When his finger found her ass and pushed inside, she lost all control, bucking against his face, smearing her juices from eyebrow to chin. The crowd cheered as Kay seemed to suffocate her lover in a flood of lust. Her orgasm exploded as she clenched his fingers and ground her clit to dust against his mouth. That was all the cheering crowd needed.

Before fully recovering from her first nuclear orgasm, Kay found a rigid penis in each hand, and a hairy pussy hovering over her mouth.

Ben

Tough decisions are what's built my reputation. I make 'em, I live by 'em. But, Jesus, this one was all the way to the fringe. Sure, we had kicked around the friends with benefits idea, maybe a sex club in a different city, But Kay blew right through the guardrails of my imagination and left me in awe.

Her eyes pleaded "yes?" while my ego was shouting "You fucking fool." But we didn't log this many years by denying Kay what she needs. I waved the green flag, and she was off to the races. Beach Boy treated her well, working her up carefully, not like some pussy hounds who attack a clit with a chainsaw. When he slipped both fingers up her ass, she arched her back in surprise then worked her ass gradually swallowing his digits right up to his knuckles. I could tell he knew what he was doing inside her by the way she moved and gyrated while his tongue teased her twat.

That opened the floodgate, soon she had a hard dick in each hand, stroking each stranger like she was shooting craps in Vegas, "Lady coming out." When the butch woman dropped her shorts and squatted on Kay's face, she froze for just a moment.

Kay

I haven't eaten pussy since Rush Week in college. But what the hell, this is MY vacation and MY rules (as long as Ben doesn't throw a red flag.) Since both of her hands were occupied with dick, all Kay could do was move her head and tongue, gradually opening the folds of the hairy woman perched on her face. Her smell was dank, like an old basement and tasted slightly bitter. Kay pushed her tongue deep into her channel, alternating her strokes to tease the walls on each side. Her new friend leaned forward, bringing her enormous clitoris into Kay's mouth. Wow, I've sucked smaller dicks, she thought. This I can work with! Her mouth sucked the invading nub in, allowing her teeth to nibble at the round head, the woman above her face bucked and ground harder on her mouth.

Ben

Watching his wife eat pussy like a Lesbian sex therapist opened new avenues and questions in Ben's mind. Before his eyes his demure Midwestern PTA sponsor wife had transformed into a ravenous sex machine where no hole went unfulfilled, and the limits were only set by constipated imagination. She had a dick in each hand, now oozing with come, a world class muff diver ringing her bell with two fingers up her ass seeking the launch button, while her own tongue feasted on the hairy dyke like a thirsty Saint Bernard.

Looking around the ring of onlookers, Ben was concerned that several had their phones in one hand and were working on an orgasm with the other. Meanwhile Kay was moaning and thrashing like an out-of-balance Maytag.

"You seem concerned." A soft voice whispered in his ear. Ben turned toward a trim raven-haried woman, squeezed against his side by the crowd enjoying his wife getting fucked. Maybe mid 30's, nice tits, plump ass, possibly Hispanic, watching the show.

"That's my wife," ben mumbled.

The woman chuckled, "The one getting her ass filled with that giant dick while cumming all over the place?"

Ben shook off his fantasies and refocused on Kay. Sure enough, Beach Boy had loosed a 10-inch monster and was working it into Kay's ass.

Kay

Oh my God. My ass hasn't been stretched this wide since Bobby Mercer missed the target in 8th grade. Damn that burns, but oooh God that feels so good. Her hirsute lover had stood up to leave, not appreciating Beach Boy's nose in her ass. Kay scanned the crowd for Ben. There. He was chatting up a Hispanic looking woman, dipping her hand into his Tony Bahama shorts while holding his gaze with her ebony eyes. Ben adjusted his stance, letting her take full control of his hardening dick.

Beach Boy pushed deeper into her ass leaning forward, swabbing the lesbian's juices from Kay's face. She pushed hard against the intruding penis until she felt fully impaled, and a second even more amazing orgasm shuddered up her spine, causing her to shout in triumph. The crowd cheered back, urging her higher.

Ben

Ben was enthralled watching a stranger's dick sliding in and out of his wife's ass while she pleasured another woman's pussy and jacked off two total strangers and the crowd cheered her on. The blue ribbon on this picture was enjoying the most incredible hand job from the pretty stranger who had selected him from the abundance of horny males on the beach. She had both hands in his swimsuit, one hand cradling his balls softly squeezing his juices forward. Her other hand slowly, almost lovingly stroked his penis, using his precome as lubricant. He was startled when she slipped a long manicured nail in the opening, but his juice eased the entry as she pulled her long nail along his ureter. He gazed into her dark eyes as she smiled and acknowledged his pleasure. Ben tried to slip a hand into her shorts to return the favor, but she pulled back and sweetly nodded "no," not now, let me introduce myself first by bringing you home.

Ben scanned the crowd as his knees began to tremble, many were deep into their own version of beach balling. Several college age women across the circle from him were competing in a dick eating contest that would've made Nathan's even more famous, had anyone thought to bring mustard. A fat man fondled a rotund woman's sagging breasts while she tossed him off in the shade of his belly. A lone middle-aged woman, swimsuit pulled to her knees was strumming her banjo like a grand Ol' Opry star, spraying juice like confetti on everyone around her. And at the fringe, a spry senior citizen couple held each other lovingly and discussed the various acts and techniques demonstrated for their approval or recollection. Ben came in quarts. His new friend lovingly massaged his spunk into his crotch and belly, grinning in triumph.

Kay

So many dicks, all pointed at me. I feel like a waterhole at a Divining Convention.

As each reached climax, he would step forward and shoot his load toward Kay and the Beach Boy still coupled and panting. Sticky sperm coated them both, oozing into her eyes, mouth, ears, and covering her lover's back and legs. Kay stuck out her tongue and sampled the bounty while internally repelled at the thought, "Oh my God, am I really a come slut?

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