Moonlight And Warm Sand Ch 02

This story is the second part of an ongoing story line. Please be sure to read Chapter 1 first.

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Stretching The Truth

It was almost 3 am when I crossed the walkway from the beach to the street that would take me home. It was only a two block walk but it felt much longer now. The events on the beach tonight had really taken a toll on my mind as well as my body.

As I walked, I tried to resolve in my mind how exactly I was going to cope with tonight's experiences. On one hand, I am a married woman that is deeply in love with her husband. He had always been the center of my existence. We had made a very comfortable life together. We had created two beautiful and talented children. We lived very comfortably in a nice home located in a lovely beachfront community. My husband was a loving and attentive partner. He had a great job as an engineer with an internationally known company. What more could any woman desire?

Desire, now that was the real crux of the matter. The results of this evening's "desire" were at present slowly sliding down the insides of my somewhat bruised and exhausted thighs. With every step, some additional liquid would begin its long slithering journey down my leg. There was nothing to staunch the flow of the creamy liquid even I had cared to.

I had been in a very sexually aroused condition and was feeling a bit naughty. This condition had been brought on by my vivid recollections of my last evening's romp in the sand with my husband Dave. As a result, I had intentionally not worn panties when I left the house earlier that evening for a walk on the moonlit beach. The slight tickle moving down my leg was a constant reminder of tonight's "walk on the beach", and its aftermath involving an extremely well endowed, but none the less complete stranger.

I arrived home, walked in the front door and without flipping on the light, headed straight for the bathroom. I closed the door and turned on the bright overhead lights. On the back of the bathroom door hung a full-length mirror. Not knowing exactly what I expected to see, I turned slowly to face it almost afraid of what I might find. I scrutinized myself with critical appraising eyes. After a few moments, I thought "I'm still the same woman that walked out of the door for a walk on the beach a couple of hours ago. "I don't really look any different except for my tussled hair and rumpled clothes." Even as I spoke the words out loud, I knew it was a lie.

I rotated slowly considering the image of myself from all angles. I removed my blouse and let it fall to the floor at my feet. Aside from some reddening around my breasts, they looked fairly normal. I suppose the portion of nipple peeking above the lace was a bit brighter, but not far removed from their usual appearance. Removing my bra, however, revealed quite a bit more insight into my earlier adventure. The areolas were a deep dark red, almost purple, and the nipples were erect almost as if I were nursing my children again. I was a bit concerned for a few moments as I tried to see what Dave might see. I somewhat apprehensively concluded that most of the evidence could be removed with a good hot soak in the Jacuzzi. Deep down, though, I knew that this was just as much a lie as the last one. I might remove the outward signs of this evening, but some things about me would never be the same.

I allowed my skirt to fall to the floor and gasped in horror as I looked at the reflected image standing before me. Yes indeed, some things had definitely changed. Very slowly and deliberately, I took stock of the person in the mirror. I could see that she was absolutely NOT the same woman that had gone for a walk on the beach just 2 short hours ago.

My eyes were almost immediately drawn to the stream of viscous liquid sliding down the inside of my right leg, from the junction of my legs to my instep. With a feeling of intense anxiety, I began to spread my legs. My worst fears were realized. My outer labia were swollen to three or four times their normal size. But that wasn't the worst of it, the inner labia which had always stayed tucked neatly away was now completely exposed. I walked closer to the mirror and squatted a bit to get a closer look and was again startled to see that where I once had a relatively small vaginal opening there was now a wide open..., well there was no other word for it. It was a "gash". To accentuate the vision, as I squatted there gazing at the horrific scene before me, a huge gush of congealed sperm and my own lubricating fluids squelched out onto the floor between my feet.

In stunned silence, I stood and began filling the Jacuzzi tub with warm water. As I waited, I pulled the bathroom stool over, set it in front of the mirror, and sat, legs spread wide, staring at the disfigured object that had once been a neat, trim and compact temple of love dedicated to my husband.

My husband; now that was another subject altogether. I would have to deal with that one very soon, but I wasn't about to tackle that particular issue right now. I would need a good night's sleep and a clear head to resolve how to handle Dave.

My eyes refocused to see the woman sitting in the mirror looking like she had been run hard and put up wet. I couldn't help but wonder how she had come to such a pass. I didn't have to wonder for long, however. Within a moment or two, another large quantity of sticky ejaculate slid out of the open gash and landed on the floor with a soft splat. The sight of it started my mind racing backward to the time when it was being injected into the soft, warm and very wet folds of my body. I remember his face between my soft white thighs, the feel of his weight on top of me. I could feel again His lips hard against mine, his tongue invading my mouth, but most of all the feel of his manhood penetrating the core of my womb which had never known any man except my husband. I recalled in vivid detail the huge spongy knob of his mammoth organ breaching the lips of my deliciously wanton inner sanctum. The burning pressure and then the sudden advance of his flesh into mine as the last remaining vestiges of my fidelity vanished into obscure history.

His name was John. Just thinking his name started my juices flowing all over again. Just before our mutual mind-blowing final orgasm, I had told him that I was his to command, and at the time I meant it, but how about now? Was I still his to command now that the intense heat of that passion had subsided?

I lowered myself slowly into the Jacuzzi letting the jets of hot water work their miracle on my sore leg muscles and inner thighs. At first, the hot water stung my swollen labia but diminished after only a few minutes.

I have no clear idea how long I lay there, but it must have been quite a while. I had fallen off to sleep and into an erotic dream that had reflected my evening's activities on the beach, but this time, I was an outside observer.

I watched in awe as my other self-lay naked with her legs wrapped tightly around the waist of a well-muscled man of gigantic proportions. He was driving an equally massive shaft into her writhing body. The other me was moaning loudly and tossing her head from side to side in the throes of passion, apparently oblivious to my presence. I realized that others were beginning to crowd in around me as I stood there watching. It was a mixed group of men and women, and they all seemed to know the man but were curious to know who the woman was. I pointed at her and with a real sense of pride and pronounced softly "That's me" They all turned and looked at me in disbelief, but soon recognizing that I was indeed the woman in the sand.

One very pretty petite young lady of about twenty-five walked up to me, looked me in the eye and asked "However did you manage to take that monster inside you, you're just a little woman like me? Surely you must have had experience with something that size before". "Not at all" I answered almost defensively. Then I told her "Once I felt it at the entrance to my pussy, I knew that I had to take every inch of it into me. Something inside me that had been lying dormant awakened, and transformed me into the woman you see now wallowing like a bitch in heat under him" She looked at me and smiled. I could detect a hint of wonder in her eyes. As I continued to watch the engorged member assaulting the once delicate flower of my womanhood, I could see that he was getting larger and larger stretching my labia to unbelievable dimensions. I knew that he was about to fill me with his burning seed.

A young man, apparently accompanying the young lady I had just spoken to, pointed and said: "Holy shit, she has all of it inside her now." As he said the words, for the first time I could hear the balls of the man on top slapping my upturned ass. It was an exceptionally erotic experience watching his body convulse on top of me pounding into the wetness between my splayed legs, while I lay helpless under his massive torso. And then I heard my own voice wailing as I gave into my own mind blowing orgasm.

Lying in the warm water of my tub, I realized that what had wakened me was yet another orgasm. Not the one imagined in a dream, but a very real one. Right here, right now. I looked down through the now thinning layer of bubbles still floating on top of the water, to witness a stream of milky white fluid emerging from my vagina. Almost as in a trance, I watched the milky fluid drift slowly through the bush of brown hair covering my mound. "What was it John had said?" "It looks very nice trimmed as you have it, but it would look so much better if it were shaved completely bare." This was a major turning point, and I recognized that whatever choice I made I would have to live with it.

I loved my Dave with all my heart, but he could never do to me physically what John had done to me tonight. So that was my dilemma. Continue my life with Dave. Having had a bite of the apple, was I ready to settle back into that safe and somewhat lackluster and boring sex life with plain vanilla missionary Dave? Would he ever be able to make me feel what I had felt tonight? Would I ever feel the inside of my body filled the way John had filled me? In my mind, I already knew the answer to those questions. I picked up my razor from the edge of the tub and began to take Johns advice. Whatever was going to happen next Thursday, I would be completely prepared to make him happy. I was his to command, with a completely willing mind and now, cleanly shaved pussy.

"Pussy!" I had spent my entire life avoiding words like that. I now realized with crystal clarity that what I had was a pussy. A fully grown, sexually mature "PUSSY." Not a vagina. A vagina was a word that was used by prudish women that worked in the library, or by sex education teachers when discussing that particular part of the female anatomy with their students. Not a mound, not a Va-jay-jay, not even a pootie. As far as I was concerned, It was now and forever more my "pussy". Where did people come up with this stuff? It was ridicules for sexually active adults to talk like that. And what was up with Penis? Penis sounds like something that you might buy in a bag at the baseball game or circus. If it had any real reference to the male organ, it was one that belonged to the local minister, or Boy Scout leader, or perhaps even my husband Dave. What I had fondled in my hand, and had experienced invading my pussy tonight was certainly not a penis. It was the biggest most delicious "COCK" I could have ever have imagined. I was hooked on it, and I knew that I wanted more. No, I "needed" more.

Having finished my soak, I stood, and dripping wet and walked over to admire this evening's work.

There in the mirror, I saw the new woman I had become. Shaved clean as the day I was born, I felt as though I really had been reborn as a totally new woman, but this new me had a completely different outlook on life than the old one.

My whole body tingled as I toweled off paying special attention to my newly exposed pussy. I might have spent a bit more time delving into this new sensation, but simply couldn't get past the overwhelming fatigue that was overtaking my body. Reluctantly I hung the towel on the bar and retreated to my bedroom. I climbed into bed without my usual nightgown. The nightgown was part of the life I was leaving behind. The soft Egyptian cotton sheet sheets felt luscious against my naked body and I reveled in all the new sensations that my rediscovered self was experiencing.

Sometime during the early morning hours that had extended into mid-morning, I lapsed into the now familiar dream involving John and I having a passion filled romp in the warm sand. As I found myself building to another mind blowing orgasm with John's face buried between my thighs, I realized that it was not a dream. Sitting on the edge of the bed was my Dave, with his hand caressing my inner thigh and looking at me as though I was his personal angel. The complete and utter love in his eyes was unmistakable. My heart sank.

Dave bent down and gently placed his lips on mine. The kiss was so soft and delicate that it was almost like the very first time we had ever kissed after our senior prom in High School. That kiss, like everything else, had only ever been shared with Dave. His lips moved down my neck, under my ear and then slowly, ever so slowly down towards my breasts.

"Oh, my, God" I suddenly realized where this was headed. What was I to do? If things went along as Dave obviously wanted, he would know for sure that something had happened while he was away. I began to panic. I could feel it starting in the pit of my stomach and working its way up to my chest. My heart was pounding and my breathing became erratic. What in god's name was I going to do?

Dave, seeing how my body was reacting undoubtedly thought that he was really turning me on. "My goodness, I see that you have really missed me." He whispered in my ear. He lifted the covers off of me and allowed his eyes to gaze slowly down my supine body. A broad grin began to work its way across his face. "You finally shaved for me" he announced as if he had just seen his favorite wish come true. With that, he lowered his head to have a closer examination. I felt his hand slowly stroking the soft newly exposed skin at the upper edge of my slit. My body tensed involuntarily. Taking this to be excitement on my part, Dave slid his hand slowly downward. When I didn't spread my legs for him, he turned and gave me a peculiar look. "It tickles" I lied in a low voice and gave a little girlish giggle.

I was now in all out panic mode. What was he going to do when he saw the devastation that was left behind after last night's foray into unbridled lust with a monster cock? I knew that the moment of truth was at hand, and reluctantly spread my thighs. Dave slid his hand down my smooth shaved slit until it reached the sopping entrance to my pussy. My heart stopped as he turned to look at me with the strangest look I have ever seen on his face. "My God, what have I done to the man, this man that I have loved, honored, and been faithful to my entire adult life. What have I done to our marriage?" I, though. In one blazing second my mind raced back over our lives together and realized that everything I had held sacred was about to come to a crashing end.

I gazed into Dave's eyes. Were those tears I saw forming in his eyes? "I am so sorry" he blurted out. I looked at him in utter confusion. "I should never have left you alone here for so long" Uh Oh I thought here it comes. He knows that I've been with another man. I have hurt this wonderful man to his very soul. I could only look at him without saying a word. I could feel the tears welling up in my own eyes and run down my cheek. I have never felt so ashamed in my life. How could I have done this? He bent down and kissed the tears off my cheeks. "You obviously needed me here very badly, and I was away again."

It took me a second to realize what he was saying, but then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. Dave thought that what he was seeing and feeling between my thighs was sexual frustration brought on by his absence. I took a deep breath, not unlike what I would imagine the first breath of a condemned person reprieved from a death sentence might take.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine. "No" I cooed "You were just doing what you needed to do. Even though I do get a little lonely when you're away, I understand that even though you don't want to, you have to leave once in a while."

"Do you really?" He pleaded "Do you really understand, and do you forgive me for being away so much?"

"Yes," I whispered, and kissed him tenderly at first and allowing it transform slowly into a very passionate kiss.

Dave stood up off the edge of the bed and turned his back to me. I could hear the zipper of his pants and watched as all of his clothes quickly fell into a heap on the floor. He turned and faced me with his cock standing out in front of him. "Well, let's make up for some lost time shall we?" I looked at his cock, and realized that it really was not bad looking as cocks go, but it definitely was not John's monster. Dave rolled onto the bed with me, kicking all the blankets to a heap on the floor at the foot of the bed. We began kissing passionately again, while he ran his soft hands over my body. He caressed my breasts and hefted their weight to feel the mass of them in his hands. He moved back to my hairless pussy repeatedly as though he thought it was some sort of visual apparition that might disappear at any moment.

My body began to tense in fear again as he slowly started to tease the opening of my pussy. I thought that he would surely give some sort of indication that something was wrong when he began to slip one, and then two fingers inside me, but he gave no sign that anything was out of the ordinary.

Dave had never really enjoyed going down on my pussy as he hated the feel of hair on his tongue and in his mouth. With that objection out of the way, however, he had no hesitation in spreading my legs and crawling up between my thighs. With his face just inches away from the disaster that had once been my neatly compact "vagina" I could only imagine what image my "pussy" was presenting right now. To my never-ending astonishment, Dave said absolutely nothing but buried his face in the moisture between my legs. He was attacking my body like a starving man enjoying his first meal in days. I could feel his lips on my pussy lips. Feel his tongue probing the inner gate of my labia. I allowed my fears to subside and slowly began to give into the lust beginning to show signs of life in my re-energized body.

As usual, during sex, I allowed my mind to drift off into sexual fantasies. In the past, they had always been about Dave, but this time, they were much bigger and a lot more vivid. It didn't take long before the combination of fantasies and Dave's tongue, had my body bucking and hips thrusting so hard that the headboard was banging against the wall. In just a few minutes of Dave's mouth on my pussy, my body was launched into an orgasm of epic proportions. Afterward, I lay breathless for few minutes and then opened my eyes and looked down to see Dave's very wide eyes watching me over the top of my flat stomach, his mouth still fixed on my hairless mound.

Not wanting to get involved in an explanation of my behavior, I decided to go for broke. I grabbed Dave by his upper arms and pulled him up so that his penis was between my thighs and in line with the sopping wet center of my growing lust. With a firm almost demanding voice born of my recent lust, I commanded, "Give it to me now!" "I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you cum inside me so badly I can taste it" "I said. Give it to me NOW?" and wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist thrust my hips upward until he was buried deep inside me. The look of complete shock on Dave's face was almost laughable. Under normal circumstances, it would have taken several minutes for him to slowly work himself inside me. Now however I was only vaguely aware that he had entered me at all. Being able to slide into me so quickly was an entirely new situation for him. His puzzlement, however, turned quickly into something else as I began to rock my hips and thrust myself hard onto his member. Overcome by my change in sexual aggressiveness, after only about 3 or 4 minutes I felt him growing inside me preparing to unload his cum into my totally reconstructed pussy. I was intensely relieved that I was at least able to feel him when his penis expanded just before cumming.