"James I want to be naked on Wednesday but if I am you have to be too."
"Gee, I don't know honey, I hadn't thought about that, what happens if I get a hard-on while we're lying on the beach, how embarrassing."
She giggled,
"If you get a boner, I'll just grab it and drag you down to the water and then I'll just take care of it like you did me."
After dinner, we went back upstairs, half drunk and bone tired. We fell into bed and slept until late the next morning.
The next day we took advantage of the free jeeps the resort offered and went sightseeing along the coast. We parked alongside one of the many white sand beaches and hiked down a small cliff to get to it. Such a beautiful setting and yet deserted, we decided to stay for a while. After laying down towels, Grace said it would be great practice for Wednesday if we got naked there. Of course, it wasn't the same as we were alone here but still it was exhilarating to be naked out in public even if there was no public here. We undressed and ran down to the water to swim, then came back to our towels to relax. Grace sat facing the water and I was on my back facing her. She gave me a devious grin as she spread her legs exposing her sex to me. I stared at her enjoying my own private show and soon I had an erection sticking up like a flagpole. Grace told me it was good that I was hard because if I got sunburn when soft I would than look funny when aroused. She put her finger in her slit and rubbed herself lightly. She then put her wet finger to my lips to taste and I sucked on it hungrily. Next in a surprise move, she climbed on top of me putting my dick inside her with ease. She put her hands on my shoulders as if to hold me down while she stared into my eyes. Her eyes large and dark easily showed how turned on she was as she rode me to her pleasure. The thought that at any second someone could come down that cliff and see us excited both of us a lot. I sprayed my cum inside her just as she orgasmed, something we seldom achieved at home. After a second or two Grace jumped up, and ran down to the beach to as she said, to wash me out of her. When she came back, we lay in the sun until she was dry and then we hiked back up the cliff to our jeep.
The next morning, our anniversary, we had a room service breakfast served with champagne complements of the resort. Over breakfast, we exchanged cards and after, we made love again only long and slow including lots of caresses with wet kisses adding to our enjoyment. We then took our shower together and I watched Grace clean up her landing strip as she now called her pubic hair. We were then ready for our first public display of nudity, I think the previous day had helped relax us both and I was looking forward to it. We donned resort robes, grabbed out towels and sunscreen, then headed for the beach.
The beach was packed with people and most were indeed nude. There seemed to be more people who shouldn't be out in public naked and yes, maybe we should be included with them too. We were now pros at this and felt at ease as we spread our towels over a couple of chaises. I watched with amusement at the assortment of sexual appendages hanging from both men and women. I have to say I didn't think I looked so bad as I saw the other males. It wasn't that I was big but at least I looked normal, not under or over sized. Grace seemed to be enjoying the show as she kept commenting about the men as they walked by. One man had an enormous dick that hung almost to his knee; Grace kept wondering what he could do with it and what woman in her right mind would attempt to accommodate him. When I mentioned it wasn't even hard she first giggled then said she hadn't thought about that.
The resort started playing some island music from loud speakers situated around the beach and soon people were dancing. Even Grace and I got up to dance around but in truth we found it more fun sitting there and watching all the body parts flop around as the others danced. Latter in the day they had a barbecue and the resort invited all to join in. The last event of the day was a 'Mr. and Mrs. Nude Day 2010' contest, which was decided by applause. The winners were probability ringers as they looked as if they just came off a porno shoot.
Thursday was supposed to be back to normal but I think so many people liked going naked that they did it the next day also. As for Grace and I, we kept our bottoms on; I guess we had enough excitement the day before. The rest of the week we spent doing island things, snorkeling, sightseeing and I even got in some deep-sea fishing. By Sunday, we were ready to go home to sleep in our own bed and to see our children. On our second day home I found Grace in the study already making plains for us to return for next year's celebration of nude day.
The End.
A Night to Remember
My wife had no idea what my plans were. She liked playing games; I did too. Tonight, I put a double shot in her drink. Before dinner, I slipped behind her, and ground my cock against her ass and grabbed her tits.
"I've got plans for you tonight." I whispered in her ear.
"And what might those be?" She turned and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue in my mouth.
"I'm not telling. After dinner, you'll be tied down and drunk. But more than that, I won't say."
"Maybe I can't wait until after dinner."
"Maybe you'll have to."
So we sat down and started to eat a simple dinner of chicken, green beans, and a salad. I made her a second drink -- with another double shot. She sipped her drink, played with her food, and squirmed in her seat.
"You look a bit flushed. Unless I miss my guess, you're getting pretty wet with anticipation. I'll bet those nipples of yours are hard, and your cunt is nice and moist. My pierced prick would slip in you pretty easily, I'll bet. Looking forward to getting some cock?"
"Mmm... I guess that's the problem with being married so long. You read me pretty well..." She finished her second drink and pushed away from the table. "I need to get downstairs -- I am afraid that someone is going to fuck me silly."
"Those are pretty well founded fears, I must say."
I followed her down the stairs and we fell on the bed. Beforehand, I had tied some ropes to the four corners of the bed, and hid them underneath. A blindfold was under my pillow, along with my iPod. I had set up a separate playlist of a guy talking dirty in a soft voice, over a background of soft music.
I pushed back the covers, and we started tonguing each other. I nibbled on her neck, her ears, and kissed her hungrily. After a minute or so, I rolled over on top, and continued the foreplay. Her blouse came off, then her pants, bra, and panties. I broke away for an instant.
"Here. You'll need these." I reached under the pillow, and put on the blindfold. Then I took a rope and tied one arm, then the other over her head. She started to squirm.
"What if I'm not in the mood?"
"What if I'm Santa Claus?"
"Well, if you're Santa Claus, then I'd better get my legs apart. I can tell you're going to be naughty, but I'll be nice -- I want you to give me my present!"
So she spread her legs, and I tied the other two ropes to her ankles and immobilized her.
"Are you going to tell me what you are going to do to me, bad Santa Claus?"
"No -- I won't tell you everything. But I can say that you've let your hair grow, and that just won't do. So you need to relax, and not squirm around too much -- I don't want to nick you!"
Then I put in the earbuds from the iPod, and started the sex playlist. I draped a warm washcloth over her mound, and got my razor and shave cream. I squirted the cream into my hand, and rubbed it into her pubes. I took a swipe with the razor, leaving a bald area behind the blade. I rinsed the razor, and took another stroke. With each pass, her bald spot expanded. Within a few minutes, her pussy was bare. With the warm washcloth, I wiped off the last bits of shaving cream.
I leaned over and started caressing her clit with my nose -- rubbing the crease, flicking it back and forth as I licked her bald pussy. She squirmed and started to pant. She moaned, and then started crying out with her first release of the night.
"Stop teasing me, you bastard. I need that cock of yours. I need it now!"
"Not yet, not yet." I murmured. I was just getting started.
I
took an antiseptic wipe, and wiped down her pretty, bald pussy. I put on a pair of gloves, and wiped her down a second time. The clamp and the piercing needle came next. I carefully selected a good spot on her clitoral hood, then pushed the 12g needle through. She flinched, nothing more. I slipped a captive ring into the end of the needle, and drove it through the new hole in her flesh. Removing the needle, I snapped the ball in place and dabbed away the small drop of blood that had formed. It took less than a minute.
I stood back, and admired my work. Her bald, pierced pussy beckoned me; I no longer could control myself. I pulled my fat pierced prick out and slipped it into her. She was so wet -- so ready for me -- the ring in my cock head eased between her cunt lips with no resistance at all. "Finally!" she cried out. "Give me every inch, you prick! I am going to milk every drop of cum out of those balls of yours!" She started to scream, and her cunt clutched at my dick. With just a few strokes, my cock exploded, and I started to coat the walls of her twat. Finally, I pulled out and watched the mixture of her juices and my cum leak out of her bald, freshly pierced pussy.
I used a couple of Kleenex to sop up the mess, untied her, and turned off the music. I turned off the lights, and took the blindfold off, and held her in the quiet darkness.
"That was wonderful," she murmured as she drifted off to sleep.
We'll see what she says in the morning.
The End.
Waiting All Along
"What are you doing here?"
"What do you think?"
"Just get you shit and get out!" He hissed
"Gladly!"
And that was the last thing she said to him before she walked out of his life almost ten years ago. He knew he hurt her, knew he could never forgive her for her dishonesty, but by God ten whole years of the gut wrenching agony of being away from her, of thinking his trust was misplaced only to find that it was all a sickening lie. He could have been happy, could have had a family by now, could have had it all. Now he had no one to trust, just as it had been when he made her leave. What was he to do now? Surely after ten years she would have gone on with her life, had a career, had her husband one that loved and treated her with trust and placed her above all else, God she must have a million kids by now. He always knew that she wanted a big family and the family dog. She wanted it all, and he'd been so sure that he was going to be the one to give it to her. But the years have made him bitter without her, as much as he hoped she was happy and loved, he hoped the she was in despair and dread just like he was in. 'But that was selfish, she had already gone through this all because of me. Shit! I should have listened.'
"Happy birthday to you!" they all sung the last line of the song. Grace Miller walked through the crowd of friends young and old and neighbors, making her way to her son holding his birthday cake. Grace stood at 5'5, a beautiful black woman, straight processed hair that went to her shoulders, big brown eyes, flat nose but that only added to her allure and slightly thick lips. Now she wore a plain white shirt and black jeans and a white Nike sneakers, without overdoing it, she looked completely relaxed and at home. She set the cake on the round mahogany table now covered with a white table cloth, young Joshua Miller could not contain his joy as a wide smile spread across his face and his eyes lit with amazement as he gazed on his one foot cake with his name on it. Grace ran a hand through the soft shaggy hair and gently kissed his forehead. "Happy birthday honey" she said to him.
"Hey Josh," Tommy Silverman said, he was Joshua's best friend and lived in the apartment upstairs, an athletic and competitive pair they were, Joshua stood at 4'8 and Tommy at 4'9. Josh was light brown with a gold complexion never in need of a tan, soft curly hair, straight nose, stubborn mouth and green eyes. Tommy was milk white with red curly hair, a crooked nose, thin lips and just about the bluest eyes ever seen, just like the most beautiful summer's day sky. "Can I blow the candles with you?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah Josh!" Greg Wright, the father of another of Josh's friends shouted "blow out those candles cause I can't wait to have a piece of that cake!" they all shouted their agreements.
"Sure Tommy!" Josh replied still goggle eyed, "you can help me blow em out, then we'll see who blows em out faster. Watch us mom!"
'OK hun," Grace said "I'll count you down, ready, seeeeettttttt, go!"
Both boys began blowing as if their lives depended on it, it all ended as quickly as it began, Josh held up his hand victorious.
"I won," he snickered to Tommy "even if I didn't, because it's my birthday!"
"I got you a cool present Josh, wanna open it now or later?" Tommy asked.
Josh looked around and saw everyone eying him and the cake, "You know what, maybe we can wait til later, everyone's really looking at the cake." He confided to Tommy, whose eyes swept the crowd as well and nodded his head in agreement.
Grace stepped in from there and began distributing generous amounts of the cake to the party goers, the party was smooth sailing from there, the kids danced and song out loud to the latest Radio Disney CD, they knew all the Hannah Montana lyrics.
Later that evening after seeing the last parents out, which happened to be Chris and Marcy Silverman, Josh and Grace collapsed in the sofa.
"Where did the time go, bud?"Grace asked after several moments of silence. "Your nine now, half way to 18 and half way to leaving me alone."
Josh hated when his mom got emotional whenever she thought too far into the future, he knew he'd always be there for his mom and even made up his mind to go to the state university just so he could live at home, but that was years from now, "Oh come on mom, you know I'd never leave you when I'm 18," he rose and bent to kiss her cheeks "instead I'm gonna leave as soon as I hit 16." He whispered then sped off to his room laughing. She threw a pillow to his retreating back, "brat!" she yelled at his back, but he didn't hear. Clean up had to begin now, she told herself and rose to get to it.
"We've found her Mr. Tate." Investigator John O'Neal said to Paul Tate, but said nothing more than that, Paul sat there staring at John, waiting for the expected report, he sat behind his rosewood office desk, his laptop closed, leaning back in his executive chair, the air around him was potent, and you knew you were in the presence of the boss. His blond hair cut layered to frame his face blue eyes cool and calculating and his stubborn mouth set. After moments of silence it was obvious that prompting was needed.
"Well?" he asked impatiently, eager to get the information he desired.
"Well she's changed her first name from Laura to Grace, she has a son with the same last name 'Miller', and she's living in California now." John stated as if he memorized cue cards.
Paul got up and went to his mini cooler and retrieved an Evian bottle inclining his head to John and John shook his head to the unspoken offer of something to drink. Contemplating he began to speak as he walked back to his seat 'Name change, a kid, OK, no husband, no boyfriend?" Paul asked digesting the information.
"No, doesn't have any record of them here, just a few dates but nothing solid, the last report is that her son celebrated his ninth birthday a couple weeks ago" John replied, but this had Paul coughing and gasping for air as the water he swallowed went down the wrong pipe.
"Nine years old? Are you sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure, from what I gathered it was the nicest little party," he began taking his voice a bit lower and softening his deep baritone as if speaking to the children themselves, "she had it in her apartment, all the kids in the neighborhood went and the music was good and she made them some Jamaican style food, I heard the kids talked about it for days on end."
"Did you get any pictures, John?"
"Of the party? No, but I know the party store that they bought this great one foot..."
"Not the damn party John, the kid, do you have photos?"
"The kid is Joshua, Paul and no I haven't got any pictures"
"Why the hell did I hire you if you can't get basic information!" Paul erupted.
"There's two things wrongs with that statement Paul
y partner" John stated, calling him the nickname he knew Paul hated, "one I'm not on your stinking payroll and two, you wanted me to find out where she is and I did, so quit acting up on me!" he continued coolly watching Paul get his temper back under control.
"I'm sorry bro, it's just that at every turn I feel confused and betrayed and I know I shouldn't take it out on you cause you've done nothing but help, look I'm really sorry about that and I'm really thankful for your help here." Paul leaned over his desk and apologized, he realized that he'd have to get used to doing it a lot if he chose to pursue this. "But think of this John, she left almost 10 years ago and her son is now 9, since I know now that she was faithful only to me, then there's a huge possibility that Joshua could be my son."
"Yeah, I thought about that too when I found out last night and I'm waiting for information to get back to me about the birth certificate, which I'm expecting won't have any name's on there in the father's slot, just like she gave him her last name."
"God, what a fool I was to hang on every word of my family, jeez and they went so far to make it all believable," Paul said, anger and depression evident in his voice, while he gazed out the window looking out at the busy New York street "do you know she cried, begging me to believe her, God she cried," he turned around facing John now, water still in his hand, "and I yelled at her called her a whore, a slut, a gold digger and a whole bunch of other nasty names, I did that. All that time she knew," he paused and took a sip of water because his throat went so dry all of a sudden "she knew she was carrying my child, and she kept it. God I'm such a fool!" he said and collapsed right back into his chair sulked and feeling sorry for himself and his situation. John just sat and stared unsure what words could be used to comfort his friend. Jeez, he thought, how could a family be so cruel?
Paul emerged from the California airport clutching the paper that had her address on it in one hand and a small traveling bag in the other. He was going to try to find her after all this time and what, what would he do when he saw her, apologize? Would she even recognize him? Would she even talk to him? He headed out front to meet the associate that would be picking him up from the airport and take him to his hotel, he tried hard to put any negative reception that could be had out of his mind.
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