Affair

Affair?

How do I explain? What is an affair, and what isn’t? All I can do is start from the beginning and let you decide.

My wife Rachel and I lived next door to our very best friends and neighbors for several years. In all that time we’d never even discussed, nor approached the possibility of doing anything outside our marriage, let alone with anyone we knew. As friends, we were certainly comfortable discussing and talking about anything and everything of course. Including sex. But that was always as far as it went. And besides, we were after all, ‘best friends’. And you didn’t fool around with a buddy’s wife. Nor did he (usually) fool around with yours either.

Brad and Cindy were certainly no prudes. We had on some few occasions gone on camping trips with them, “tent camps” as we called them, and had listened to the two of them making love inside their tent next to ours. Obviously, it wasn’t all that difficult to hear pretty much everything that was going on. Which of course always got Rachel and I feeling rather randy ourselves, and of course we’d end up getting it on, knowing full well that they could hear us too!

And so it was, on and on over the course of a few years time with titillating discussions from time to time, the occasional ‘boff in the woods’, but nothing more than that.

One of the few hobbies that Brad and I shared, and enjoyed doing with one another periodically, was exchanging X-rated movies whenever one or the other of us got a new one. We didn’t sit down and watch them together as couples or anything. Neither one of the wives was really up for that, which was something else we both felt was a shame. But at least our wives usually did enjoy watching them with us from time to time.

Brad had just gotten several in the mail and had informed me as such. I gave him several blank tapes so he could make copies for me, and waited anxiously for a weekend of perverted pleasure on tape. As there were some things my wife didn’t enjoy watching, I always did a quick preview of whatever Brad recorded for me so I could skip over those parts whenever Rachel and I were watching them together.

Just before leaving the house one Saturday as Brad had some work to do at the office, he dropped by handing me several tapes to watch later on that afternoon.

Rachel and Cindy had made plans to go out shopping together, so I knew that I would have several hours of uninterrupted viewing pleasure ahead of me. I was already sporting a hard-on just thinking about it when Cindy dropped by to pick up Rachel. Admittedly, Cindy was attractive. And I’d harbored those secret naughty fantasies about seeing her and Rachel together. Again, something that was never going to happen of course, but it was fun to think about.

Two attractive women, my wife a shorthaired brown-eyed brunette, and Cindy a typical blue-eyed blonde, licking one another’s cunts. Oh yeah…definitely a nice fantasy. Already horny anyway as I looked forward to watching a few movies, I answered the doorbell when it rang, knowing full well whom it was. What I wasn’t as prepared for however was seeing Cindy standing there in a tight-fitting halter top that outlined her full rounded breasts perfectly.

“Hey David, is Rachel ready yet?” she asked stepping into the house.

Just because I’m not the type to fool around, doesn’t mean I don’t get a lusty thrill out of semi-innocent opportunities either. Stepping back just enough to let her in, Cindy still brushed against me as she stepped in through the door. Though I admittedly made it nearly impossible for her not to have done so in the first place, feeling her breast brush against me as she entered. She cast one of those knowing looks at me without saying the obvious. Which was just as well. It was another one of those rare games we all played from time to time. Keeping things innocent enough to keep all of us out of any real trouble, but just naughty enough to make it fun.

“Should be down any time now,” I told her following her into the room. “Would you care for something to drink while you’re waiting?”

“Nah, we’ll stop and get something a bit later during our shopping,” Cindy informed me. “By the way, what’s on your agenda for this afternoon?”

I knew full well that she knew her husband had just given me several X-rated tapes. Still in a randy frame of mind, I didn’t mind telling her the truth of what my personal plans were.

“Thought I’d go sit in the den, watch those new movies your husband just got, and get nice and horny,” I admitted

Cindy laughed, and I even think I saw her face blush with the knowledge of that. “I’m sure you’ll do a lot more than simply get horny.”

I grinned back at her. It was enough, as she blushed even more.

“Probably.”

“I’m surprised,” she began. “I wouldn’t think with you and Rachel getting it on all the time that you’d still enjoy masturbating?”

Admittedly, she took me by surprise with that comment. But as I think she was now feeling a little frisky herself, I decided to play along and keep the conversation going as long as I was able to.

“I’m surprised Rachel hasn’t already told you. But I still masturbate nearly every single day. And I wouldn’t be surprised if Brad does too. Just because I do, doesn’t mean I’m not ready, willing, and able to make love with my wife any time she’s in the mood.”

Turn about was fair play perhaps. As I caught another one of those looks, though this one was a bit more curious. Though I was somewhat disappointed when Cindy didn’t follow that learned bit of knowledge up with another naughty little question or two. And maybe she would have, but just then Rachel came downstairs from the bedroom, purse in hand and obviously anxious to go.

“Be back in a few hours,” Rachel said leaning over to give me an affectionate kiss. I of course took the opportunity to grab a handful of my wife’s breast when she did, knowing once again that Cindy had watched me do it. Which had been my intent in the first place.

“I bet I know what you’re going to be doing this afternoon,” Rachel said pulling away from me, thus forcing me to release her. “I hope you don’t spend the entire afternoon watching movies. There’s still that light fixture in the bedroom I’d like you to put in.”

“Yes dear,” I said playfully. But when Rachel shot me one of her patented looks, it wasn’t quite the same as the two I had previously gotten from Cindy. Almost conspiratorially, I watched through the front room window as the girls walked arm in arm out to the car, whispering to one another nearly the entire way.

I wished momentarily that I’d somehow been able to bug my wife’s bra or something so that I could hear what they were talking about. I half-guessed it had something to do with my favorite past time, which I was dying to know if Cindy was actually confirming with Rachel or not. Either way, it was another one of those nice naughty, semi-innocent fantasies to stand there thinking about. Which of course also reminded me that I still had a hard-on, as well as several movies to preview before they got back. That, and a light fixture to install in our bedroom.

Grabbing the first unmarked tape out of the sack Brad had given me, I inserted it into the VCR, sat back unzipping my jeans, removing them, and prepared for at least an hours worth of self-pleasuring. The first thing I noticed was that the quality of the tape was far from perfect. Especially the lighting, and figured that Brad had ordered several of those amateur home videos we both enjoyed watching from time to time, and that I actually preferred viewing.

The second thing I noticed however was that the inside of this bedroom looked familiar. And as Cindy stepped into view, I suddenly knew why.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. As Cindy walked into the bedroom wearing one of her sexy negligees, I realized that the person holding the video camera was obviously Brad. The fact that he’d zoomed in on his own dick a moment later caught me as funny. But I also knew in that instant that my having this tape was an obvious mistake. Somehow he’d gotten one of their private videos mixed in with the ones he’d recorded for me. I wrestled briefly with that sudden knowledge wondering if I should eject the tape and somehow return it to him, with the assurances of course that I hadn’t watched it. And then I thought the likelihood of his believing me as nil. Which is what I would think had our situations been reversed. Under those circumstances, I would eventually return the tape to him without saying a word, and let him wonder if I had, or hadn’t seen it. Having come to that decision, I now settled back to enjoy a rather unexpected treat, enjoying my afternoon, even if I didn’t get that damn light fixture installed.

Watching as Brad focused the camera in and out on Cindy would have been almost laughable had we been watching it together. But under the circumstances, his amateuristic attempt at photography was easily overlooked. Finally positioning the camera on a steady surface, pointed towards the bed, I now watched as the two of them began engaging in much more intimate acts. I still had reservations about watching. But with dick in hand, it was two votes to one in favor of watching as opposed to “ejaculating” the tape from the VCR as I jokingly told myself. I continued to stroke, getting off on the very nasty, erotic little voyeuristic movie I was so enjoying.

Although I got a sort of sadistic, twisted kick out of watching my best friend getting a blow-job from his wife, it was watching her as she began to literally spank his monkey so to speak, when things really got interesting. As Cindy hand-slapped Brad’s dick, I suddenly got more aroused and excited than I’d ever been. Which included watching any other X-rated movie I’d ever seen before. There was something about the way she did it for one thing. But the other, was the pleasure-pained look on my buddy’s face that did me in. I’d never seen anyone look like that for one thing. And for another, I’d never seen anyone look so devilishly wicked while doing it. Cindy looked absolutely crazed. And I loved it!

I’d already shot my wad, joining them both in a nice long drawn out cum-wrenching orgasm that had me seeing stars, when I looked up and saw the blue screen on the TV. I figured the show was over, careful not to trip out of my pants as I made my way over to rewind the tape. Just as I was about to hit the button however, the screen changed. Suddenly, there was Cindy lying on the bed all by herself. Taking two steps back, I repositioned myself on the couch finally locating the remote control, which had fallen between the cushions and turned up the sound.

“Hey baby…” I heard Cindy’s voice begin saying. “I thought I’d surprise you with this naughty little video for you honey. I’m going to put it in the VCR where you can find it tomorrow night after you get home from your trip. Along with a note on the door telling you to watch it first of course before coming upstairs to bed. I want you good and horny when you get here! Now, sit down, relax. You can even play with yourself a little if you want to. But NO cumming baby. I want you to save all that fuck juice for me honey!”

“Oh fuck!” I thought as I began watching Cindy begin to spread her pussy and begin playing with it. And the best part was, she did it slowly, really working up to the grand finale as I realized later.

I watched as Cindy started out with a single finger, slowly teasing herself, lubricating that pink-pearled button she exposed with the fingers of her other hand. Just watching her rubbing her clit was arousing as hell. Seeing her doing that, while simultaneously fingering one of those rose-tipped nipples I’d only fantasized of ever really seeing was the second hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.

“Hmm baby. I’m imagining this is your tongue baby, licking my swollen little clitty. Can you see it? Am I close enough to the camera that you can see my nipple-clit as you call it honey? Oh Brad…it feels good. Do you know I love masturbating for you? That I love it when you watch me doing it? And how much I love watching you when you play with yourself for me?”

“Oh fuck yeah baby!” I was thinking to myself. Wishing to hell that Rachel enjoyed masturbating even half as much as Cindy obviously did.

I watched as she slipped two, then three fingers inside herself. Still pulling on her nipples, pinching and squeezing them as she did. I sat mesmerized as she began pummeling her cunt in a furious attempt to get herself off. That, or cause her hand to totally disappear somewhere up inside herself. And I wasn’t at all sure which one was really happening.

“You like it when I sometimes squirt too don’t you Brad?” she asked the camera.

Though I found myself nodding my head in eager agreement as though she had directly asked me. I’d heard of women who could squirt, slash…ejaculate, but I’d never seen it. Up until now anyway.

“OH fuck yes!” I threw out a moment later. “Do it Cindy! Do it!”

She had picked up a fairly good-sized vibrator; a large pink one with all sorts of knobby little bumps on it. Treated to the sight of her not only inserting it inside that glistening wet pussy, but watching again half-paralyzed as she twisted it around inside herself simultaneously was driving me crazy with renewed desire.

“Oh baby. I wish this was your big fat cock fucking me now,” she said teasing the camera. “Sucking my titty’s, fucking my cunt with that big fat thick prick of yours!”

Her expression defied description. Wanton, lusty…even vulgar, all those and more, many of which I couldn’t put words too.

“Wanna watch me cum honey? Wanna watch your wife’s pussy squirting all that nice hot pussy juice in the air for you baby? Well, you’re going too. Soon baby, soon. I’m so fucking hot, and so fucking horny for you honey. And you know how much I love having you watch me play with myself!”

“Me too kiddo. Me too!” I thought somewhat guiltily, though unable to tear my eyes away from the screen, nor my hand away from my cock for that matter as I continued to squeeze it, milking as much pre-cum “fuck-juice” as she’d called it as I could, in order to better self-stimulate my prick with.

Picking up another large sized wand-like vibrator, she now applied that directly against her clit while continuing to stroke that fat-pink toy in and out of that sloshy wet opening. I didn’t even need to turn up the sound to hear all that squishishly delicious pussy juice as she continued playing with herself. Even the gentle hum of the wand couldn’t compete with the eroticism I was listening to. Until of course, her own moans, groans and wails began to drown everything out.

“Almost there now baby,” Cindy said purring away like the contended pussy she was. “Gonna come hard….really, really hard for you. Hope it’s as nice a squirter as you like them to be,” she added.

I watched as Cindy’s face screwed up into a grimace that bordered on the bizarre. Orgasm can truly make a person vulnerable in appearance anyway. Which is probably a good reason why most of us never look in the mirror when we’re cumming. It would embarrass the hell out of us for one thing. And ruin the orgasm of course, for the other. But watching Cindy as she obviously began to experience hers was like watching the most erotic, sensual experience any person could ever have. Which was followed immediately by a streamer of pearly-thick liquid that couldn’t have been anything but one of those liquid female ejaculations I’d only heard and read about.

Half tempted to turn the sound down on the TV as her scream suddenly bumped the sound up two octaves, I refrained from doing so as my own climatic release suddenly joined hers. Watching ribbon after ribbon of my ejaculate exploding from the head of my cock, I pointed it towards the screen, pridefully, if not somewhat sheepishly pleased when a long thick streamer of it actually hit the TV set, smearing her image slightly. Which was still ok, as she’d finished climaxing at that point too.

Lust abated, for the moment anyway. I quickly wiped off the screen, rewound the tape, and sat there pondering how the hell I was going to get the tape back to them without their knowing I’d ever watched it. I finally decided that wasn’t going to work, deciding to stick with my original idea. I’d simply hand it back without any explanation or comments at all, and let them wonder. Which had it’s own unique little naughtiness to it. Besides adding to the already lusty smile still spread across my face.

The only downside was. I had a light to install. But the upside was. I was going to fuck my wife’s brains out after she got home.

#

As it was the first Sunday of the month, Rachel as always went to spend the day with her mother who lived well over an hour away. It was also Brad’s monthly golf outing. I had sometimes filled in on their foursome if someone couldn’t make it. And although I enjoyed golf, I wasn’t anywhere’s near Brad’s ability to play neither the game, nor with the guys he usually played with. As such, I filled in whenever I was needed, which wasn’t all that often.

By the time Rachel had left, as she always got up and left early, the coffee was fresh, hot and waiting for me. Pouring myself a cup, I wandered over to the kitchen window. Brad was just leaving. I watched as he tossed his clubs in the trunk, turned waving…blowing Cindy a kiss, who I couldn’t see at this angle. Though in my minds-eye I could. And, she was naked, lying on her bed, playing with herself.

“Shit! The tape!” I said remembering I’d left it sitting in the VCR. It was at that very moment that I realized if I returned it, along with two or three others that I had borrowed previously, neither one of them might ever know I’d even seen it. Taking my clever idea with me upstairs to shower, I planned on heading next door as soon as I had dressed, handing them off to Cindy who I was sure would never think to even inspect them. Not without Brad’s being there at least. And, it would also afford me the opportunity to secretly undress her, now that I had actually seen her in real life. “A nice way to start out the day anyway,” I thought smiling.

#

Leaving through the back door I crossed our property to theirs, entering via the simple gate in the fence separating our yards. As I passed by the back of our neighbor’s house, I glanced up through the window, which I knew was their bedroom, and froze. Though the blinds were partially closed, they weren’t drawn fully, leaving a two to three inch gap at the bottom of the window. Standing as I was, I could see Cindy lying in bed, but even more importantly, I could also see she was nude, and playing with herself! Movement across their yard had also alerted her to my presence, so that she saw me at nearly the same moment I had seen her. Caught, without really intending to have spied on her, about all I could do was smile and continue on towards their back porch. I didn’t wait to see what her reaction was, or what she did, suspecting she would meet me nevertheless, though I was grinning from ear to ear when she opened the door just as I was about to knock.

“Morning David,” she said in greeting. Though her tone of voice seemed a little more strained than usual. I noticed a rosy-red blush had spread across her cheeks. “We’re certainly up early this morning aren’t we?” she added, sounding a little more like her old self.

I was still smiling as I entered holding out the three tapes to her as I did. “Wanted to drop these off before I forgot about them,” I lamely explained.

Taking them from me Cindy glanced at them briefly. “New? Or are these some you need to have Brad copy for you?” she asked looking them over. I watched as she glanced at the private tape, and swallowed. By the sudden change of expression on her face, she somehow recognized the tape. Obviously I had missed something. And then I saw it, a small white dot on the corner of the cassette.

I twitched my hard on at her, forgetting we had company. I must have made a face because she chuckled and shook her head as she looked away. The guy wandered on by for a ways and then at the bush he turned around and headed back the way he had come. After he was out of earshot, she said. “You’re mean and evil, you know that? You could have warned me but you’d rather see me suffer. It was all I could do to keep from jerking my legs together or trying to hide behind my hands.” She paused as if in thought for a moment and then went on more softly. “I almost came when I saw him standing there, knowing that he was looking straight into my pussy. Damn, it feels like a river running down the crack of my ass even now. I should come over there, sit on your face, and drown you.”

I glanced down the beach to see if the guy was still walking away before I got up and got a small blanket from the workbox in the truck. I moved my chair over a few feet and turned it on its side. I spread the blanket on the ground and laid down on it. With a grin, I asked. “What’s stopping you?”

She had watched me the whole time with a slightly puzzled expression. When I asked my question, her mouth dropped open for a second before she said. “Are you serious? There are people down the beach and cars and trucks on the road.” She sat up and looked around. The nearest person on the beach was the guy walking and he was two hundred yards away and had his back to us. She turned toward me, looked to see if she could see the road, and found that the truck and the dunes masked it. Looking down at me, she grinned and added. “You are serious aren’t you?”

Swinging her legs to my side of the lounge chair she hesitated a moment before looking around once quickly and moving to straddle my head on her knees facing my feet. As she slowly lowered her drenched sex to my mouth, she muttered. “What the hell, we can only go to jail once; anyway I’m to excited to care.”

I placed my hands under her thighs to guide her to my waiting tongue. I used it to stab into her hot wet opening and to explore its depth as far as I could reach. Her juices were running and had been running everywhere. I licked and lapped in all directions trying to recover as much of this nectar as I possible could. I made long sweeping licks up the crack of her ass that brought a low moan from her. Once that area was clean and slick, I moved back to her vagina to lap up the flood there. Moving lower, I ran my tongue up along her slit to draw rings around her hard clit. She groaned loudly and ground her pussy against my face and mouth as she came and came hard. I worked my mouth and head back toward her opening and was rewarded by a hot flood seeping out of it and running onto her inner thighs. I licked and lapped at it like a kitten after cream.

I was cleaning up the last of her sweet juices when I felt her tongue make a long lick from the head of my dick to my balls. She continued to make these long licks until she had cover the whole of the side facing her. My shaft was jerking and twitching from the warm enthusiastic tongue bath. As it jerked up off my belly, she inhaled the head and about half the shaft in one fast slurp. Her head moved slowly upward as she sucked and licked at the tender morsel slowly exiting her mouth. She stopped with just he head still inside and ran her tongue over and around the head with little fluttering licks. Using her tongue to press the head up against the roof of her mouth, she sucks the shaft back in a little deeper than she had the first time. Up and down, her head moved as her mouth and tongue work their magic on me. Each time, she took a little more of my shaft into her warm wet mouth, until her nose bumped against my balls and she paused. I can feel the head resting in her throat and the swallowing movements she was making around it. I groan as the pressure built and I felt my balls slowly draw up. Her head moved up and then down with increased speed and suction. I was reaching the point of no return fast and told her so. She just held me in her mouth and wiggled, and swirled her tongue like a snake gone mad. I came in a gush and then another as she continued to suck and milk my spewing shaft. Her moaning softly around my meat made me open my eyes and raise my head to lick at her clit with sharp swipes of my tongue. Her moan turned into a low rumbling growl, that I felt on my manhood more than I heard.

She held me in her mouth for a few moments longer, before she allowed the softening member to escape. She sat up slowly, pressed her sex tightly against my face, and wiggled her hips before rising to her knees and then standing up. She moved over to the ice chest and opened it, to get a Diet Coke and a Dr. Pepper. Moving back to her lounger, she sat down and handed me the Dr. Pepper before she spoke, “I told you it would be you do me and I do you.”

I chuckled before I replied. “I think that’s the first time that I know of that you’ve cum while sucking a dick. This fresh air and sunshine must be good for your sex drive.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Sorry about that, but you don’t have a clue. When you started to cum, a movement down by the surf caught my eye and I glanced up to see a couple standing there watching us. She had this big grin on her face, was pinching her left nipple with one hand, and had the other buried inside that tiny bikini bottom she wore. He was slowly stroking his hard dick with one hand and had the other arm around her waist. You were cumming in my mouth like crazy, he started to spray all over the beach, and she threw her head back and humped against her hand. Everyone was cumming but me, and then your tongue touched my clit and oh boy, I had a dozy. My eyes closed and I forget about our visitors for a while, as I was lost in my own little world. When I opened my eyes, they were gone.”

I laid there and stared at her a moment wondering what to say, I couldn’t think of anything, so I just grinned.

She shook her head slowly and continued. “I’ve been to my first nude beach for less than two hours and already I’ve had a guy staring up my pussy and a couple masturbating while watching me get my pussy ate and giving a blow job. It’s been a full day so far.” She ended with a laugh. Under her breath, I barely made out. “What time does the orgy start?”

I chuckled as I unsteadily got to my feet, picked up the blanket, and hung it over the side of the truck. Righting my chair, I sat down and took a long pull on my DP. “I told you, you would have fun if you ever got the nerve or the chance to make it down here.”

She brought her seat back up to a sitting position like mine, sat back, and relaxed, laughing the whole time. I shrugged and joined her in relaxing.

We sipped our drinks and smoked several cigarettes, enjoying the sun in silence. The couple that had watched us walked out from behind the bushes and continued back down the beach. They grinned and waved as they passed. We grinned and waved back, what else could we do?

They were a hundred yards down the beach, when I asked her if she wanted to take a walk. She grinned and said “Sure, why not. I think I’m ready for anything now.”

Since the other couple had gone to the left, we went up the beach to the right. We walked slow, looking at the shells and the debris that had collected along the high tide line. At least she was; I was watching her. The shift and sway of her hips as she walked, the tight curve of her ass as she bent to pickup this or that, the play of sunlight and shadow across her body, she is quite a beautiful woman. It’s probably true that a totally nude woman isn’t as sexy as one with just a little on, but the form of a naked woman in a natural scene is a wonder to behold. There is a natural grace to their movement and form that is beautiful to watch. After about half a mile, we turned and walked back toward the truck, only farther out so the surf swirled and danced around our legs and feet. The surf was rather heavy for the gulf as there were small squall storms scattered about the area.

When we were back in front of the truck, I took her hand and led her out into deeper water where we played tag with the waves and each other. We ended up wrapped in each other’s arms and kissing; that is, until a large wave came crashing in and knocked us asshole over elbow. We came up spitting, sputtering, and laughing all at the same time. We held hands as we waded back to shore and returned to sit in the lounge chairs to let the sun dry us. After a while, we rolled over to sun our backs, we talked of this and that, idle conversation the whole time.

The sun was getting hot even with the stiff breeze off the water, so I got up and got us a couple of drinks. She wanted to take another walk along the sand, so we headed down the beach this time. When we had arrived earlier, there had been around two dozen people scattered over about two miles of beach, now the number was twice that or better. We walked over a mile down the beach, with her looking at everything and everyone. I was watching her and the reaction of the people we passed.

When we stopped to turn around for the return walk, I asked her. “How are you doing? Are you getting more comfortable being nude in public?”

We started walking again as she answered. “Yes and no, I’m still a little self conscious, but since I’ve seen some of the other women here, I feel much better. I thought they would all be little model type beach bunnies, all slim and trim, flat tummies and boobs out to there. Now I know that they are ordinary people just like me. Some with better figures and a lot with bigger boobs.” She paused to laugh. “I’m still getting a wet and twitchy pussy just looking at everyone else, knowing they are looking back. I wonder if they are the same way.”

I chuckled and then whispered closely in her ear. “If not then they are gay, the guys anyway, I could never figure out you girls one way or the other. For your information, you are one of, if not the most beautiful lady on this beach, so smile and be happy that you’ve made more than one dick twitch as we walked by. At least I hope it was you.” I finished with a laugh.

As we walked back, several people and groups of people waved at us. There was a couple, who had several rods set out, so we stopped and asked about the fishing. They were nice friendly people, who were enjoying themselves as much as we were enjoying ourselves. As we continued our walk, she commented. “They seem like normal everyday people.”

I laughed as I turned to give a searching look at her face. “What?” She asked.

“Just checking to see if you looked like a normal everyday person or not.” I laughed again and she joined me.

“Ok, I get your point.”

Back at the truck, I moved our chairs over under the umbrella. We sat in its shade as we made sandwiches and ate lunch. It had gotten hot in the sun here in the middle of the day. She relaxed in the shade as I put up the lunch fixings. A large thick cloud covered the sun as I turned from the truck. I stood for a long moment and just looked at her lying there on the lounge chair. Again, I thought of what a good-looking woman she was. A large drop of cold rain snapped me out of my daydream. I looked up and out over the water, there was a gray sheet of rain headed our way.

“Hey sleepy head, grab your towel and cigarettes and get in the truck. It’s fixing to rain like pouring piss out of a boot.” She looked up at me and then at the sea. I was taking down the umbrella and putting it back into the truck.

“A little water won’t hurt me, I won’t melt.” She said.

“I know that but you might float away.” I said with a laugh. “That rain is going to be cold and hard.”

I grabbed our cigarettes and towels and tossed them into the front seat of the truck. I rolled the windows up on both sides of the truck and was back beside her chair when the first large drops started to thicken and became a downpour. It was a hard and a cold rain. She jumped up off the lounge chair with a shout and started for the truck. I grabbed her and held her in a close embrace as the rain pelted us. She laughed as the first shock of the cold rain wore off and then she was kissing me passionately. What is it about kissing and or making love in the rain that turns women on so? I’ve never figured it out but then again it doesn’t really matter, just enjoy it I guess is the best policy.

She and I had never made complete love before; oral sex and masturbation yes but not full physical love. I was somewhat shocked when she forced me to the cold wet sand and climbed on top of me. Her hot sex was rubbing and hunching on my rapidly hardening manhood as she continued to kiss me. With a quick movement of her hips, her hot, slippery pussy engulfed me. God, she was tight. I could feel every movement along the whole length of my shaft as she rocked her hips. A hot oiled velvet glove is the only description that comes to mind. The rain fell on us as she sat up and the rocking became a hard long bouncing. Even though I had cum hard earlier, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I didn’t. She stopped suddenly with me as deep inside as I’d go and hunched her clit hard against my pelvic bone. Her vagina was squeezing and rippling around my shaft as she came. I was right with her. Slowly she leaned forward to lay her head on my shoulder for a moment, as her breathing returned to normal. She pushed up, looked down at me with a big grin, and then kissed me on the lips.

The rain slackened off a little and she sat back up and wiggled her hips. I could feel her clenching and unclenching her inner muscles around my slowly deflating member. The sound of a vehicle on the road behind her brought her back to the reality of where she was. She eased up off me, my dick coming free of her vagina with a slight sucking sound. She stood up and offered me a hand. When I was back on my feet, I took her in my arms and thoroughly kissed her.

With her arms around me, I could feel all the sand on my back. I broke the kiss, grabbed her hand, and we ran into the surf. Where the water had been almost cold when we first entered it earlier, it was now warm. She helped me rinse the sand from my back and butt and out of my hair. We kissed and played in the surf for a while, before returning to the beach. The rain was now just a light drizzle and the wind was cold. We moved to the truck and dried off as well as we could before we climbed into the cab. We were both slightly chilled, so I started the engine and turned the heater on.

She was sitting against the opposite door wrapped in a towel, smoking a cigarette when she asked. “Do you think it will rain the rest of the day or will it clear off?”

I rolled my window part way down and looked out over the sea. I couldn’t see far as a gray mist shortened my vision. I rolled the window back up and said. “It’s hard to tell right now. We can stick around for a while and see what the weather is going to do if you want?”

The heater had warmed the cab, so I turned it off and shut down the truck. She moved over to sit next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I had my arm around her and covered her with the towel. She sighed and snuggled closer. After a while, she said. “That shouldn’t have happened. We told each other a long time ago that we wouldn’t go there. We wouldn’t do that to the one’s we’re with. Now that it’s happened I’m both sorry and glad.” She sighed again.

I didn’t know what to say so I just hugged her and remained quiet. I felt the same way but for different reasons. Finally, I said. “I know what you mean, I feel the same way. I’m glad it happened because it was so wonderful and felt so right. The only thing I can say I’m truly sorry about is that it can’t be forever between us. Our paths crossed at the wrong time and now it’s too late, too many people would be hurt for our happiness.”

She nodded her head and I felt the wet tickle of a tear run down my chest. I hugged her tightly and placed my cheek on the top of her head. We sat and listened to the rain and wind. A lot of the people were leaving now that the storm had slacked off.

I must have dozed for when I looked outside it was still gray but the rain had stopped and the wind had abated somewhat. She stirred in my arms and sat up looking around. “Doesn’t look like it’s going to give up and let us enjoy the beach, does it?”

I chuckled as I turned my head and looked at her. “I thought that our day at the beach has been a smashing success. I know I’ve enjoyed the hell out of it so far and really don’t want it to end.”

She smiled and leaned over for a kiss. As we kissed, I reached up and tweaked her nipple gently. She sat back, slapping at my hand. “You dirty old man.” She said with a grin.

“Yes, mam.” Was my reply. She laughed.

“You’ll never change, will you?” She asks and I shook my head. “Well, what do we do now? Sit around here in the truck or go home?”

I leaned over and sucked in one of her hard nipples, rolling it around with my tongue. She grabbed the sides of my head and pushed it away. I released the nipple with a pop and sat up grinning. “There is a third alternative.”

She laughed and shook her head. “I was wrong; you’re a horny old goat.”

I cocked my head to one side and asked. “And your point is?”

She chuckled before she said. “At least you’re a lovable old horny goat.” She reached out, placed her hands back on the side of my head, and pulled it to her breast. I lightly licked the hard nipple and the soft cone under it. Her back arched as she tried to stick it in my mouth but I continued to lick circles around the whole breast starting at the nipple and working toward her chest. Once I reached her chest, I switched breasts and licked circles around that one until I reached the nipple, which I sucked in between my teeth. This time when she arched her back, I took as much of the soft flesh into my mouth as it would hold and tried to suck in some more. I slowly let part of the breast slowly slip from my mouth until I was licking and flicking the hard nipple. Suddenly, she jerked back from me and pushed my head away. She was looking out the side window as a truck slowly cruised by; the driver had his window down and waved as he passed. The woman passenger leaned forward and waved also. It was the couple from the beach that had walked past earlier. We waved in return.

After they had gone on, she said. “Damn, that was feeling good but we’ve had way too many audiences already today. It doesn’t look like the weather is going to clear and I do have a long drive home, so as much as I don’t want to, maybe we had better head back.”

I put on a pouty face, which made her laugh. I let the pout turn into a smile before I said. “Lets get everything loaded and we’ll make one more cruise down the beach before we leave.”

The rain was just a fine mist as we loaded the chairs and the ice chest. The blanket that I had left hanging on the side of the truck was soaked so we spent a few minutes wringing as much water out of it as we could before storing it away. I had noticed that she had exited the truck on her side and hadn’t paid much attention to the traffic. I mentioned it to her and she just chuckled. “I’m getting used to this nude thing and I’m beginning to like it. We will certainly have to do this again. I’d even like to come down and camp for a few days, what do you think?”

“I’d love it but when are we both going to have that kind of time? It’s wouldn’t be hard for me with my job. We’ll just have to shelve that until we get a chance.”

She was silent until we returned to the truck. As I was backing out to turn around, she said. “Time will tell about what we can and can’t do.”

The way she said it made me wonder exactly what she meant. I looked over at her but she didn’t say anything more, so I let it drop. We drove slowly down the road along the beach to find it all most empty. There were only a few vehicles left parked here and there. Some guy had pulled off the road at one point to turn around and had stuck his expensive sports car to the frame. There was a group of about four people helping him, so we didn’t stop.