Sex on the Beach
She stared at the young men lying on the beach a few feet from her, their bodies browning and glistening with sweat.
Her husband whispered in her ear from the other side, “You want them don’t you?”
She didn’t answer with words but instead mumbled a “mmm” and looked back at him, biting her lips.
“Your need is painful I can see. Let me help you.” And he reached around and to her stomach, where she lay on her side facing the young men. He carefully moved his hand underneath the band of her bikini and she parted her legs a fraction. He gently moved his fingers into place on pussy, dipping his middle fingers in to find her soaking as he would have imagined she would be. And with that, as lubricant moved his finger back out and expertly found her clit.
In the mid-day Mediterranean sun beat down on their bodies and with only one side of their sunbathing spot covered by a windbreaker he began to bring her off, all the time whispering into her ear.
“Imagine how good they would feel in your arms, those young men, barely out of their teens but strong and athletic. Twenty years younger than you. Imagine how well they’d fuck you. Can you picture it, my love? Can you feel their smooth eager hands on your body?
“They would fuck you so hard. They would be in such desperate want. They wouldn’t need help with an erection like I do, no it would spring up the moment you touched them. Every one of them. Four magnificent cocks waiting for you to ride them. They would grasp your body and pull you to and throw, battling to be the first inside you.
“Can you imagine that dear? Young men fighting over you, fighting to fuck? But you would say, ‘No, no, I can take you all. My mouth, my ass, my cunt, my hands. I have space for five.’
“And when they did fuck they would cum so quickly. Perhaps you wouldn’t have had time to orgasm but it wouldn’t matter because they would fuck you over and over. Those boys don’t need a break. Their cocks will be standing to attention and inside you before they have even gone soft.
“Look at them. Enjoy what you see. You feel like a pervert, don’t you? For staring at such young men?”
“Yes,” his wife finally creaked out a word.
“That is because you are. Stare, catch their eye.” Her husband was not looking at them. He had buried his head in his wife’s neck and was kissing it, but he knew she would follow his instructions to the letter. She always did. And it was always good for her.
“Are they looking at you?”
“One boy is. One of them is staring right at me. I think he knows what we’re doing.”
“Look at his trunks. Are they tenting? Is he getting hard looking at you, my sweet?”
“Yes, oh fuck, yes. He is hard and it is beautiful.”
“Smile at him, my dear. Smile at him and I will make you cum.”
“He is grinning back at me. Oh god, oh god!”
And this was all she needed. With a few seconds back in her pussy, making it very obvious that he was fingering her there on a busy beach, he made her moan with two fingers inside her now and hooked onto the front of her pussy but from inside her. This always made her cum. Another man had shown him how to do it to her, and it had worked ever since.
She started to orgasm, and so, with his thumb, he pressed against her clit and gave her pleasure everywhere.
“Look him in the eye. Don’t look away!”
And she didn’t, and she moaned on to her hand, which she pressed against her mouth to stop herself from screaming. He had turned towards her now and pressed a hand over his own cock, but through his trunks.
She spasmed and pushed back on her husband, whose cock was also hard, and it pressed into her ass. He reached into her bikini top and pinched a nipple. That made her whole body stiffen with pain and pleasure that she could barely contain, she felt her vagina flood, and she pressed into him wherever he held her.
All the time, she stared at the man, or at the man’s hand, which was kneading his cock.
Then it was all over, and she broke the spell of staring at him and quickly turned towards her husband and balled herself up into him as small as she could, embarrassed by how far she would go, how turned on she would get.
“There, there my love, you did so well. Did that feel good?”
“Yes, yes. I’m sorry.”
“You have always been like this, my dear. You have always needed more, and who am I to take that away from you? But I think you have woken a beast, they are coming over.
The young man who had been subtly masturbating over what the old couple had been up to was now walking towards them, the fifteen feet that separated their spots. The others were also moving, picking up all their things, including a rolled-up windbreak that they hadn’t been using.
If they had been asked why they hadn’t used it, they would have said they didn’t need the privacy, and it would have blocked their view. Their view is not of the cliffs, the rocky small islands just off the beach, or the boats with gigantic sales but of the babes. The babes in bikinis or walking topless down the beach, because following them with their eyes was their favorite pastimes.
The confident young man stood right next to her and looked down, hiding the sun from her body, so for a moment she got a chill. She often experienced that kind of chill before a sexual experience that was naughty in some way. And this would be very naughty. So, it probably wasn’t a shiver from the lack of warmth. Her body was still recovering from the intensity of the orgasm her husband had given her and her immediate embarrassment, so her mind was still so mixed up.
But he didn’t only stand over her by standing to one side; no, he went much further than that. He lifted one bare foot and moved it up and across her, planting his foot firmly on the far side of her and so separating her from her husband, who had to slide back a few inches not to be stood on. A speckled line of sand lay across her belly where it had fallen from his moving feet.
The wife, now flat on her back, reached for and gripped the young man’s feet, digging her fingers into him, clinging on, and looking up at him with a crippling lust.
The other young men were setting up their windbreak and coming and turning their attention to the couple—or, more accurately, the woman in the couple.
She slid her hands over the feet and up onto his ankles, and then to his calves. She let out a little moan as she squeezed them and found that they barely gave at all, they were so strong and firm. His body would not disappoint her.
This was all it took for the wild woman inside her to be unleashed. She lifted herself off the ground at such speed that it looked like she was an animal pouncing on her prey, which, in many ways, is exactly what she was. But who was to be eaten, and who would have their fill?
She dug her teeth into his calf and bit down. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin or even to make the young man jump in pain, but for a flicker of a moment, his confidence was shaken. What kind of a woman was this he was dealing with? This was a milf and not like the young women he was used to, his friends and lovers. But still, he had not expected her to bite him. She would take some controlling that was for sure.
The young man had an idea. As he pushed the woman back down with his other foot on her chest, so she was lying flat again, he spoke to the husband.
“I don’t think you really need to be here anymore, do you? How about you give us some space to deal with this little firecracker of yours. We will leave her here when we are done.”
The husband hesitated for a moment. He was so used to being in charge. He would dictate what his wife did or didn’t do. Who she fucked. How they fucked them. He was good at choosing men and good at getting her off, however he, or they, did it. Men had gone with her on their own before, without him there, but not like this. He wasn’t given a choice.
“Go!”
Her husband jumped up at the command. For such a young man, he was a cocky brute, but her husband felt scared of him. The young men watched the husband sheepishly walk between them and around the small gap left between the windbreakers. He didn’t even look at his wife, but from what he had seen so far she wouldn’t miss him.
With him gone, the man looked down on her and said, “Now isn’t that better, with the old git gone. It’s time to take those off.”
And so she stripped the little she had left on.
“Now open those legs wide and we can begin.”
