The next morning we were out on the deck having coffee. I was gazing out at the lake, boats came by and the sun glistened on the water. Carol was wearing one of my T shirts with a bare bottom. I was wearing the same outfit. Carol walked up to me and pressed her mound onto my ass. She reached around me and cupped my cock and balls.
Carol whispered to me, "Do you like me being a dirty girl? Do you like to watch me when I have sex"? I groaned and turned to her. I put my hands under her T shirt and caressed her breasts.
Carol walked over to a lounger, pulled her T shirt off and started fingering herself. She looked at me with a wicked smile and asked if I would get her travel bag. I did. Carol pulled a small black dildo out and put some lube on it. She started to run it along her slit and she kept looking at me with the same knowing smile.
Carol looked up at me and said "Do you like to watch me have sex by myself? I like to finger fuck myself." Her chest grew flush and her nipples were standing out.
I pulled my T shirt off and put some of her lube on my cock. I walked over to her and stood above her naked body. I had a hot, hard erection and started stroking it. I love to masturbate while watching Carol.
Carol looked up at me with hooded, glazed eyes and started running her free hand over her breasts. She mumbled "Do you remember it all?" All the sex games?" Her breathing was in short gasps.
I said, "I remember all of our sexy games." I continued to stroke my cock and could feel a tightening in my balls. The sun gleamed down on us and our flushed arousal.
Carol started moaning and gasping. She started her dirty talk "Oh Dick, Oh my fucking god, feels good, dirty." Her hips started thrusting up off of the lounger. The dildo became a blur as she kept fingering herself with it. Then she moaned loudly "Coming, meeeee, meeee, fuck, cunt cock, want moreeee."
I felt my balls tighten up and my breath caught in my chest. I groaned "Carol, come for me, I come on you." I exploded with ropes of hot white cum, volley after volley. I kept squeezing my cock for jolts of pleasure. I aimed it at Carol and she was covered with a hot sticky wonderful mess.
I collapsed to my knees, out of breath and happy. I pulled Carol up and held her to me as we both sighed with contentment.
We washed up and kept smiling at each other. We hung around naked and read some magazines. I said what do you want to do. We decided to have lunch at the yacht club. We both wore T shirts over our swim suits.
We sat on the patio under an umbrella. I had a burger with fries and Carol had a fish taco. The meal was delicious. From our table we could see the club beach. The sand was so white it hurt our eyes.
We headed for the beach and got towels from the beach boy. Carol took off her T shirt and I gasped at her tiny white bikini. We lay in the sun for a while then took a dip in the lake. Once Carol's bikini was wet it became transparent. The beach boy came over to ask if we wanted anything. Carol got up on her elbows, her nipples slipping out, and said, "Not right now."
I said "cradle robber." Carol humped the sand and smiled and murmured "Beach Boy".
After a few hours at the beach we went back to the cottage for a nap. We slept in each others arms, content and happy. When we woke up I said what do you want? Carol replied, "More sex, more sex." I said to her, "You are insatiable." She replied, "I'm easily satisfied. That's why I keep wanting more."
We decided to go back to the yacht club for dinner. Carol wore a very short summer skirt and a white blouse tied under her breasts, no underwear as usual.
We had lobster and baked potatoes for dinner. It was outstanding. By the end of the meal we were both dripping with butter.
The dance music started and I took Carol up to the dance floor. We swayed in each others arms and murmured sweet nothing to each other. After the dance we went back to the table. I offered to get us a drink from the bar. I ordered two Sapphire martinis and chatted with the bartender.
I approached our table and I saw a young man talking to Carol. Carol made the introductions, "John this is my husband, Dick this is John." I smiled and shook his hand. I invited him to join us. The band started a slow romantic song and John asked Carol to dance.
Carol glued herself to his body as they danced. They stayed on the dance floor for the next song. Carol put her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder and her legs around his. I could see her pressing her bald mound into his leg. Her skirt went up a bit and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks.
They returned to the table. Carol's face was flushed red and John quickly sat so I couldn't see his erection. The two of them flirted a while. They got up to dance again. This time it looked more like sex on the floor than dancing.