Bailey's Beach

by Matt Coolomon

  “What do you mean – it’s how you ended up here?” Julia asks.

  “Well, there’s a cautionary tale.” Curt chuckles. “You know this kind of thing doesn’t always work out, don’t you?” He covers Julia’s tits and resumes softly fondling her nipples. “I brought my ex-wife here quite a few times and more or less talked her into opening our marriage, and when we did we destroyed it.”

  “By sleeping with other people?” Rodney asks.

  Curt nods. “Yep. Long story short – it ruined a pretty strong marriage.” He returns to kneading Julia’s shoulders and neck.

  Rodney swallows at the dryness of his throat. “We’re not going all the way though.” He meets his wife’s eyes. “Are we, Jules?”

  “No, we’re not.” She peers up at the man behind her. “We’re just playing a little bit, not like the real swingers.”

  Curt chuckles. “Wise!” He includes Rodney with another glance. “You guys really should hook up with Tina on this. Tell her what you’re thinking and how far you wanna go with it. She knows a lot of the younger crowd around here – locals and regular visitors. You need to avoid any of the hardened crowd – especially older men like me.”

  Julia giggles. “Um – bit late for that, isn’t it?”

  “No, this is just a massage.” Curt sweeps down and up from beneath Julia’s tits again. He’s grinning and has resumed thumbing her nipples. “I’m sure there’s a muscle group here somewhere – I’m just trying to find it.”

  “Mmm,” Julia moans and arches against his hands. “But that’s nearly enough now. I’m getting too sensitive.”

  Curt immediately leaves off fondling and does another sweep down her sides and up her back. “I need to take off anyway.” He gives Julia’s shoulder a parting squeeze and nods to Rodney. “Let me know when you wanna try the island, and don’t forget to give Tina a call.”

  Rodney follows the guy out. Julia is by his side, her tits still bare as she backs into him for a cuddle. Curt turns from the deck and gives Rodney another parting nod. His gaze lowers to Julia’s tits – his expression straight and tinged with serious lust. He has a good long look and repositions his erection in his shorts. “Those are amazing, sweetheart. I want another feel of them later.”

  “Uh huh,” Julia utters sweetly, squeezing Rodney’s hands against her belly.

  Curt looks from Julia to meet Rodney’s gaze. “Just never leave her alone with me, man. I don’t even trust myself.”

  Rodney nods. Julia’s hands lower from his holding her belly. Rodney can feel them moving – gathering her skirt. Curt’s gaze lowers to what she’s doing and his eyes intensify.

  “Aw, that’s pink,” he groans low and deep, and he tilts his head to examine then glances up at Rodney. “Looks wet and ready, man – think she needs seeing to.”

  Julia pushes her bunched skirt into Rodney’s hands then lifts hers to the back of his neck, interlacing them there and arching her body, fully exposed to the older man. Rodney kisses her hair and just watches the guy’s examination rove slowly up and down.

  Curt takes his phone from his back pocket and focuses it, snapping a pic. He’s three steps away but takes one back closer and kneels on a knee, angling upward and snapping another pic. “It’s hot that you’re both in these, that you’re showing her, man. So much sexier than a woman just posing nude.”

  Rodney kisses his wife’s hair again. “Put your foot up on the chair. Open your legs for him,” he whispers.

  “Mmm, really?” Julia utters, and she obeys, lifting her foot to the seat of a deckchair beside them.

  “Aw, fuck yeah,” Curt mutters and crawls closer, on both knees now and angling lower to get a shot up Julia’s body. “That’s so fucking hot, man. There’s juice leaking out of her.” He adjusts angles and takes several more pictures.

  “Don’t touch her, please?” Rodney asks, swallowing hard.

  The guy smiles up at him. “I don’t need to. This is better than that. Look but don’t touch is perfect,” he tells Julia.

  “Hmm, for me too,” she says sweetly. “I only want my husband to touch me now.”

  Curt chuckles and gets up. He backs to the steps down from the deck, still looking at Julia’s body. He shakes his head. “Man, you ought to just keep her like that, right here, step around in front of her and touch her with your cock sliding up inside.” He lifts a hand with a parting gesture. “I’ll leave you guys to it. That’s so fucking beautiful.”

  *

  Julia turns in Rodney’s arms and he kisses her hard. Her skirt has dropped into place. He tugs at her top, lifting it to cover her breasts. She helps him, giggling into their kiss. He takes her and she squeals as he pulls her inside and back to the kitchen table. He pushes her onto the same chair she was sitting at for her massage. He lifts one of her legs over his shoulder and she catches a breath and holds her skirt up out of his way.

  Rodney licks a dribble of pussy juice from his wife’s inner thigh. He traces it with the tip of his tongue and arrives at her slit. It’s glistening wet. He inhales the sweet tangy scent before covering her opening with his mouth and tongue kissing it.

  “Uhh…huh…” Julia pants immediately and she pulls on the handful of Rodney’s hair she’s already clutching tight.

  “Uhh yeah,” Rodney groans as her juices gush into his mouth.

  “Mmm, eat me,” Julia taunts and she grinds her split open gash against Rodney’s face.

  He buries his mouth and chin into her heat and wetness, and he extends his tongue as deep as he can, searching for the extra tangy and searing hot fluid that he can taste up in her vagina. He probes her diligently with her clit mashing against his nose until she bucks in orgasm and a gush of her juice floods his mouth, making him gag a little and swallow it down.

  Julia squeezes her thighs together and pulls at him to get up from kneeling on the floor. Rodney stands and she rips open his jeans and pulls them down with his jocks, and she takes his cock into her mouth and starts bobbing up and down, sucking him off.

  Rodney takes two handfuls of her pretty hair and thrusts in time with her bobs. He feels the restriction of her throat begin to open and he holds one thrust and forces the head of his cock deeper. Julia swallows at it but gags and pulls back coughing. She keeps stroking him. “Are you close?”

  “Yeah – nearly there.”

  “Do you want to in my mouth or all the way down?”

  “Aw shit – all the way!” Rodney cries with his load surging right then, and he pulls his wife’s mouth onto his cock and does a few urgent thrusts then forces it into her throat. “Aaah fuck,” he groans and holds on tight with his dick throbbing and Julia’s nails digging into the back of his thighs.

  “Mmm yuck!” she scolds, pulling back, coughing. “That was too much!” She wipes her mouth on her arm. “Scumbag!” she scolds some more, giggling and pushing Rodney away.

  Rodney pulls up his pants and collapses onto a chair. “I swallowed a lot from you too, Jules. You were really wet.”

  “Hmm – good – that makes us even then. Yuck!” she scowls and goes to get a drink of water. “Ugh that’s better. Do you want some?” She offers the glass.

  “No, I like the way you taste, and the scent of you.” Rodney breaths into his hand and savours more of his wife’s sexual essence.

  She approaches and cuddles behind him. “That was fun.”

  “It was amazing,” Rodney enthuses, gripping her arms and keeping her cuddled close. “How did it even happen? How did he start massaging you exactly?”

  “He just stood behind me and touched my shoulders. He just rubbed a tiny bit and my knees went wobbly from the feel of how strong his hands are.” Julia kisses Rodney’s cheek. “He couldn’t get his eyes off my boobs and I knew what he wanted to do.”

  Rodney draws a breath. “It seems he’s got some experience with this, huh?”

  “I know – it’s like swinger central around here or something. Did you know that?”

  “I kind of had an idea.
I’ve heard Curt talking about the nudists and that before. I knew he was into that sort of thing. Although I didn’t exactly how into it he was.”

  Julia giggles. “Pretty darn into it, I’d say.”

  Rodney chuckles too. “And Tina is as well by the sound of it.”

  “Oh yeah, I’ve got to call her. She wants us to go out with her tonight.”

  “Out where?”

  “I don’t know, to a bar or something, I guess. I think that main beach bar has a band, and there’s that dance floor and we could get a spot out on the beach deck if we get there early and have a meal. That’s what I’m thinking.”

  “Oh yeah?” Rodney guides his wife to his lap. “And what if I only stayed for dinner then left you girls to party together, would that be okay?”

  “Oh! But where would you go?”

  “I saw a sign for a strip joint. I’ve always wanted to have a look inside one.”

  Julia glares. “You want to go to a strip club?”

  “Just for a look. I wouldn’t get a lap dance or anything.” Rodney strokes his wife’s face and kisses her softly. “But mostly it would mean keeping out of the way and giving me something to do while I wait for you having your own fun at the bar.”

  “Hmm,” Julia moans into another soft kiss. “With some other guy, you mean?” She breaks the kiss and captures Rodney’s eyes. “Am I going to be available to other men tonight?”

  Rodney swallows hard. He nods a little. “Yeah.”

  Julia bites a grin, her blush rising sweetly. “I’d like to meet another huge muscle guy. Would that be okay?”

  “Yeah.” Rodney nods again, drawing a breath. “But just at the bar, like we said about not going too far and that.”

  “Hmm of course. And that bar is perfect for it with the outdoor grass and sand, and with the bench seats under the trees, where it’s kind of private.”

  “There’s not much lighting out there,” Rodney says, concerned.

  “Exactly! But there’s still people around. It’s pretty safe in that way, from a girl’s point of view. As long as it’s still quite close to the crowd outside the bar – like just in the lighted area there where we sat that time.”

  “Yeah, I guess,” Rodney concedes and takes another big breath. “And you girls could text me when you were ready to come home and I’d be right there in town somewhere.”

  “Perfect!” Julia exclaims and kisses his lips. “I’ll go call Tina and see if she has a plan of her own or not.”

  *

  An hour later, Rodney is seated across the table from his wife and her new girlfriend. They have a spot on the beachfront deck of the bar. They’re finishing up their meals, having been quite early and served quickly.

  After another hour the dining crowd morph into party mode and the band starts warming up with background numbers. Tina, a leggy brunette, is in a sleek red dress that barely conceals her panties. Julia is in a little grey pleated skirt to mid-thigh – as short as she ever wears. Her breasts are enfettered beneath a knitted top that shows a bit of belly and lots of cleavage.

  “Okay, I’m gonna leave you ladies too it,” Rodney says, placing a fresh round of drinks in front of them.

  “Oh, you’re going to your strip club now, are you?” Julia teases.

  They both giggle at him. He shrugs innocently. “I won’t be far away when you’re ready to go home later. Anytime,” he tells them and leaves without looking back.

  Rodney walks through town and eyeballs the one and only strip club on his way past. He needs to build up enough courage to go in. He’s only ever seen such a place on a movie screen and envisages sitting at a bar with a girl pole dancing on top of it – currency shoved in her garter belt or fishnet stockings. He wonders if there will be any guys his age or if he’ll be lined up with a bunch of salivating old men.

  He decides to do a bit of recon work first anyway. He strategically parked the car earlier and returns to it to check visibility now that it’s night time. He gets into the driver’s seat and takes his mini-binoculars from the glove compartment. He trains them on the outdoor area of the bar, which is in plain sight, less than 50 yards away. He focuses on the girls still seated at the same table and seemingly in cheerful conversation together.

  Rodney stays for a while just watching the bar in general – not spying, he reasons. He isn’t using the binoculars and can only just make out the girls in the distance. He can see enough to know they are still there at the table and alone so far.

  He huffs at his nervousness and gets out of the car, striding back to the strip joint with enough blind determination to walk past the two huge bouncers and actually go inside.

  There are no girls dancing on the bar, and the crowd are varied in age from his to grey-haired seniors. There’s a small stage that is lit but empty. He takes a stool at the bar and a pretty blond with no top on approaches smiling to take his order. He gets a Bourbon and dry and takes a sip. It’s strong. Music booms from all around and another hot blond, in a nurse’s costume, struts out onto the stage and starts doing her strip tease routine.

  Rodney sits mesmerized. He orders a second Bourbon. He sees there are private dances going on in a lounge area across the room. Girls are stripped down grinding on men’s laps. A pretty little redhead taps him on the shoulder. “Would you like to come have a look?”

  “Um,” Rodney gulps and tries to say no thanks but he’s being led along with the girl cuddled to him and holding his hand tight. Her boobs are firmly pressed around his upper arm. They feel different to Julia’s. They’re bigger and the girl is quite petite otherwise. She takes him into the lounge area and pushes him back onto a seat, immediately straddling his lap. “Um,” Rodney says again and has to swallow because his mouth is too dry.

  “I’m Cindy,” the girl says, her long dark eyelashes batting. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

  “Oh yeah!” Rodney gulps again. “You’re really pretty.”

  “Thanks.” She pouts a little. “You’re not going to send me away, are you?”

  Rodney shakes his head. “No – of course not.”

  She smiles. “Good.” She lifts to her knees and starts swaying her hips side to side. She touches her chest with fingers from both hands. There’s a lace there and she winds the two ends of it around her fingers. It’s tied in a loose bow. She draws the strings and the bow pulls through. “Did you bring money?” she asks sweetly, her hips rolling to the beat of the music now.

  Rodney swallows hard and nods.

  The girl smiles more and slips the lace through the next two button holes then the next two after that. The little top she has on is like a harem costume. It’s white mesh. It falls away and she arches forward with her tits popping out.

  Rodney sits mesmerized again while the girl strips completely naked and grinds herself on his lap and flexing erection. She has his hands under his thighs and has told him not to touch – that only she is allowed to. Her nipples are bullets and her pussy is waxed and pink. She dances through the end of one number and all the way through the next, but the instant the music stops again she picks up her tiny sashes of clothing and smiles down at him with her hand out for 50 dollars.

  Rodney pays the girl and virtually stumbles back out onto the street, stunned and minus 70 dollars in just 15 minutes. He backs away from the smiling bouncers and wanders along the row of eateries and bars. He ends up at the wharf and strolls out to the end of it where people are lined up along a rail looking out at the moonlit expanse of water.

  After a while sitting on a bench seat and wondering what to do next, he decides to return to the car and check on the girls. By the time he’s set up with is binoculars again, it’s been nearly an hour and the bar is more crowded with groups of people standing and a few girls on the dance floor.

  It takes a minute to get a clear view of the table. He sees Tina first then Julia, and his heart clenches tight when he sees a guy leaning there chatting with them. Rodney glares through his binoculars to try and see what the guy l
ooks like – whether he’s a big muscular man like Julia said she wanted. The crowd are moving and continually blocking Rodney’s view. He watches intently but only gets flashes of the guy there, and then gone, and then back again. The table is a booth of sorts, with double seater cushioned benches both sides and set against a rail that is the edge of the deck. Julia and Tina are seated opposite one another. The view clears for a moment and Rodney sees that the guy is sitting beside Julia.

  The next half hour is excruciating for Rodney. He barely gets a glimpse of what’s going on and each time he does the scene is unchanged. Then one time his view clears and he sees that Tina is seated alone at the table. He frantically searches around the crowd and finds his wife being led to the dance floor with the guy holding her hand.

  Rodney’s heart is in his throat but at least the dance floor area is easier to see. He’s able to watch Julia dance with this other man, who towers over her and blocks her out completely when he moves in front of her. The dancing is okay though. He’s barely touching her at all and she’s being quite conservative compared to the way she dances with her girlfriends. Rodney can hear the music, and after a few numbers it changes from dance to a slow romantic tune.

  Julia is taken into the guy’s arms and Rodney can see quite clearly that he’s a very big man. She looks tiny pressed to his body and with his arms around her. They sway slowly together through that song and into the next. Rodney watches intently and with his heart heavy in his chest. He can see his wife peering up at the guy, and what he’s fearing and dreading finally happens. The guy lowers to her and takes her lips, the kiss lasting several long seconds before he lifts from her then lowers to take her lips again.

  Rodney wipes the sweat from his brow and eyes then focuses his binoculars again. He watches as Julia turns to be cuddled from behind, still swaying to the music and now holding the guys hands against her belly. She has her head tilted to one side and he’s kissing her neck. He’s seemingly whispering to her between times but he has definitely found one of her most erogenous zones – the delicate skin of her exposed neck. He’s at her there at one point when she turns in his embrace and lifts to meet his lips again.