By the Ocean

Photo by Palle Knudsen on Unsplash

Take one man. Slightly salty with a sense of humour, Add a woman with a dirty mind. Find a quiet space near a beach perhaps with a park bench. 

The man puts his hand on her thigh and looks into her eyes. She opens her legs and the sea breeze tantalises her just a little. 

Their faces are close, she can hear his breathing but he refrains from kissing her. Instead he slips his hand higher so that his fingers graze her naked pussy. Now it is her turn to breathe heavily. 

Her hand slides down into his pants. Fingers wrap around the velvet skin of his engorged cock. She moves her hand gently up and down the shaft. His fingers delved deeper opening up the silky wetness of her cunt. 

He moves between her legs and unzips his pants. With his other hand he pulls her closer. The sun shines down but no one else is there on the beach to enjoy it. 

Then they are fucking. Him sitting on the bench with her on his lap. His hands grip the globes of her arse as she moves up and down on his shaft. They are wild and free in nature. 

When they are done, she sits on the bench. Her dress is pulled down over he knees. He stands and zips his pants before kissing her goodbye and walking away. She leans back on the bench basking in the sun and the memory of him. 

Somewhere, hidden by the bushes her husband is watching. His cock too is engorged. He steps out of the bushes and stands in front of his wife. She looks up at him. Her eyes glisten with desire.  She is not satisfied. 

He pulls her up and bends her forwards over the bench. Her dress is hiked up allowing him access to her deep wet cunt. His fingers grip her hips as he fucks her. She responds, arching her back revelling in the feel of being filled by him. Together their desire builds but at the last minute he pulls out of her. 

She stands, legs splayed, panting, aching for him. 

“Don’t turn around,” his instructions are firm. 

She waits, listening to the sound of the water lapping. Feeling the breeze on her bare arse, grazing her tender cunt. Then there is another pair of hands stroking her, fingers dipping into her opening.

Her husband stands in the bushes, watching.

4 thoughts on “By the Ocean

  1. This is definitely a hot read. If I shared this with my lover, he might try to make it happen because he used to be a swinger…so perhaps, the imagery the story created should just stay in my head. I might freak out and smack someone if it actually came to fruition haha.

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