This story is part of the Sarah and Ben series. If you don't like shared husband stories, cuckqueen/cuckquean stories, or incest, it's best to skip this one. But if you've liked the rest of the series so far I think you'll enjoy this one too. Fantasy world, no STDs, Ben is NOT driving under the influence, zipper merge is more efficient than keeping a lane empty, and tip your waitresses. Yes, that means what you hope it means. Unless maids are your thing, then tip your maid. Or your sister.
Sarah and I had been married for a few years when this little vacation occurred. She was -- and is -- amazing. We're perfect for each other. I've been crazy about her since the day we met. She's such a pretty woman. I love taking her out and watching the glances, and sometimes the actual stares. When she tries on clothes in a store, a crowd often gathers. No, I don't mean she leaves the dressing room door open. When she puts on a nice coat or tries on a pair of heels, people stop what they're doing. She doesn't understand what the fuss is about, which is just so endearing.
Now, I've known some guys who think they have it made because their wife puts up with them sleeping around now and then. They think that nothing worse than an occasional snide remark or glare means they can do whatever they want, and they do. Idiots. They don't know what 'having it made' means. Sarah doesn't put up with my girlfriends. She arranges them. I've had sex with several women since Sarah married me, and she set us up every time. She is gets incredibly hot when I go on a date, and come home and tell her about it.
The one snag in our marriage occurred when her sex drive slowed a bit. Mine was always high, and if anything it was getting stronger. Instead of buying me some hand lotion, she set up a date. She had to twist my arm. Seriously. I love my wife, and horny as I was I didn't want to mess up our marriage. But she convinced me, and as I learned how much it turned her on, I got more comfortable with it. We decided that whatever a spouse does, openly, to turn their spouse on is a loving, wonderful thing.
I've had several loving, wonderful things. Sarah's friend Carol was first, but she's sort of pulled away. We aren't fighting it. Not everyone is right for this sort of situation. Mayumi is the woman I was seeing most often at this time. She's such a shy little thing it amazes me that she put her number on that check. But since then, she's been an important part of our lives. She seems to have given us some sort of authority over her. It's incredibly sexy. It's also a responsibility, and I take it seriously.
Sarah had arranged a few one night stands I guess you'd call them. Not many over the couple of years we'd been living this way. I got the impression she wanted more regulars, like Mayumi. I think the thought of a woman coming back for more was especially hot to her. And to me, of course. Once or twice, Sarah had even called Mayumi the first of my harem.
It was summertime, and really starting to get hot. We did some schedule shuffling and set up a four day weekend. Leave Thursday morning, drive to the beach, stay at a little house we'd rented, and come back on Sunday afternoon. It was a two bedroom so Mayumi could come too. Having sex with other women was great for us, but unless I was out of town I always actually slept with Sarah. Maybe that was Mayumi's influence; she regarded Sarah as the queen, just like I did, and was very respectful to her. So my harem girl would come along on this vacation, but we needed two bedrooms.
A week or so before the trip, I got a call from Cindy, my little sister. She sounded a bit out of sorts. I talked to her for a bit, wanting to hear how she was doing, but I couldn't get her to really open up. So Sarah took the phone and disappeared into our bedroom.
Almost forty-five minutes later she emerged.
"Oh, that girl. She needs to find a better guy, so badly."
"He's not hitting her or anything, is he?" I asked. I never would have suspected it, but she did sound out of sorts and it's better not to assume.
"I'd have drawn up your contract already if he were, buckaroo. Nobody hurts my sister in law. No, he's just not... good enough. I don't know if she can't keep a relationship going, or if she just has bad luck picking men."
I had done my brotherly duty, there was no need to go into protection mode, so my mind was starting to drift. Sarah had stopped talking anyway.
Then, the Tuesday evening before our trip, Mayumi stopped by. That right there told me something was wrong. She usually waited for me to go see her, or to be invited over. Turns out she wasn't going to be able to make the trip. She had to leave the next day for a week and a half work trip. She was so upset about letting us down, Sarah had to promise to send the two of us on a weekend cruise. Wow, this was working out well for old Ben!
When she left, Sarah turned and said "I have an idea. Cindy could use some cheering up -- let's see if she can go!"
"Great idea baby. I'll call her."
"Oh, I'll do it. Hang on."
Just hearing Sarah's half of the conversation I could tell it was an immediate 'yes.' Sarah had a big smile on her face as she hung up.
"Okay, she can't come until Friday, but we'll still have most of three days there with her. But you're going to be without your concubine, poor baby!"
"Eh, I'll manage somehow" I said, pulling Sarah to me for a big kiss. Other women are the icing -- Sarah is the cake.
"Well, maybe we'll see what we can do on Thursday night. My big boy has needs" Sarah said with a sexy grin.
We were packed Wednesday night, so as soon as we'd had coffee and breakfast on Thursday we hit the road. Sarah was in a mood, teasing me the whole way.
"I bet we'll see some topless women. Suntan oiled breasts in the hot sunshine, imagine it. If none of the women are topless I'll take mine off and strut around. Maybe that will get the bikinis dropping. Maybe I'll drop my whole suit. Would you like to see how many women shave these days? I could rent you out as a suntan oil boy. Touch, but don't fuck. Aw, is all this getting you hard baby? Shame you'll have to be good while your sister is there. Don't stare at the breasts while you've got your sister around, okay? Not too obviously, anyway. You'll just have to look and not take willing hotties out into the dunes to ravage their bare, tanned pussies."
Two. Stinking. Hours. She teased me like that the whole drive. I was going nuts. I was about ready to fuck the glove compartment. Sarah was eyeing the gear shift with some questionable intentions too. She was getting herself pretty turned on.
The cottage was on stilts, with parking underneath, a set of stairs up to the house from the parking area, and a big porch on the beach side. The beach was one or two hundred yards away, with another set of stairs going straight down between some small dunes to the Atlantic.
I carried the bags upstairs, and we threw a few things in the drawers. The rental came with a stocked bar. We made a couple of drinks, in plastic cups. No glass on the beach. We changed to bathing suits and headed down to the beach to check it out. We'd never been to this beach before. We were near the south end, and there wasn't much beach beyond us. That was nice; the homes and beachgoers were more crowded to the north, so we had more privacy. We turned north and walked the length of the beach. There were some women who didn't need the Sarah's inspiration to go topless. As soon as she saw a few topless women Sarah untied the strings on her top and tucked it into her bikini bottom so she wouldn't have to carry it.
This was a good day.
There was a pier a little over a mile from our cottage. We'd finished our drinks by the time we got there. Sarah put her top back on before we went to a food stand and got some fries and a couple of beers. We sat on a picnic table and ate, then carried the beers back down the beach. Off with the top again.
We passed a topless woman who made a point of catching my eye. She arched her back and said "Does she loan you out? Need some better tits?"
"Need some better manners? Oh, you've made that clear already. You do. And my wife's beauty isn't just skin deep, so keep dreaming toots."
She glared, and Sarah and I picked up the pace. Public arguments and alcohol don't mix. And we don't mix well with nasty people, no matter how decent their tits looked.
"Thanks Ben. You really put her in her place. She wasn't serious, but I don't think she was ready for that."
"Nobody or no body is worth putting up with a nasty personality. Little skank needs to learn that sweet beats bitchy every time."
"Shame, too, I'd spotted her on the way up and was hatching some ideas."
"Oh you were, were you? Naughty girl."
"That's me. Good thing there's an ocean over there, I bet there are more fish in it."
She gave me a big hug, pressing her breasts against me and tenting my trunks.
When we came to the cottage, she pulled me behind one of the dunes and pulled down my trunks.
"Prince charming deserves a reward" she said, getting on her knees. We could have gone inside, but Sarah liked the semi-public thrill. The dunes would hide her from anyone who wasn't in one narrow angle. She took me in her mouth, bobbing and moaning. But just for a couple of minutes.
"That's enough. Don't want to wear you out too early."
"Hey, seriously? After all that teasing in the car, I can't even get a bit of release?"
"Soon, I'm sure" she said, pulling up my trunks and patting them.
"Cock tease."
"Horny stud."
I pulled her up and kissed her.
We went up on the deck and stretched out on two of the lounge chairs. We drifted off. Beer does that to me sometimes.
The sun was low when we woke up. Hunger woke me up. Those fries were all I'd had since breakfast. I woke Sarah just by getting out of my chair. We got dressed and drove into town for some food. Nothing fancy, just some fish and chips and a couple of margaritas. The moon was the only light when we got back, but it was a lot of light once your eyes adapted.
"Hey, I bet we'll have the beach to ourselves. Let's get out of these clothes, into some towels, and go see."
"Works for me babe."
We stripped, grabbed a towel each, and headed to the beach. Sarah's towel was around her waist, and I was loving the view. She still excited me even after years of marriage. Granted, the woman knew how to keep the flame alive. And roaring.
It was still very warm, and not just because of how hot Sarah looked. We went south this time. There was a bit more beach, and after a few minutes of walking the space between the dunes and the water was getting narrow. I spotted a towel near one of the dunes. The towel wasn't too interesting, but the nude woman stretched out on it certainly was. Sarah noticed right after I did.
"Hi, great night right? Enjoying yourself?" Sarah asked.
"I certainly am. I'd enjoy myself even more with a hunk like yours to escort me."
"Well, you're in luck. We just started a loaner hunk program." As she said this, Sarah grabbed my towel. I grinned, and grabbed hers.
"You get a hunk with every towel rental."
"Oh, well, I already have a towel, what do I need another for?"
"In case you get wet."
"Hmm, good point." I could see her looking me over in the moonlight. "A girl never knows when she might get wet unexpectedly."
