Beach Swing

by Laran Mithras

  “Let's test out the shower,” he said. “Then I'll need to get the barbecue going.”

  She hummed contentedly.

  ~ ~ ~ - Night 1

  Tom turned the pork chops.

  “That might be them,” Diane said.

  Lights illuminated the trees. A vehicle was coming.

  He pinched her butt.

  “Hey.”

  The lights grew and then slowed. A truck began pulling into the drive.

  “That's their truck.” She waved in glare of the headlights.

  They switched off and Mark pulled his pickup in a little closer. He got out and so did Julia. “I wasn't sure if this was the right place. Hard to see the street number.”

  “You got it,” he said. “And in time for dinner. We were going to keep yours heated in the oven.”

  Diane and Julia hugged.

  “Welp, I'll get this gear inside.” Mark lowered the tailgate.

  “Diane,” he said, “finish this here while I give him a hand, would you?”

  “Sure thing.” She bounced over, Julia in tow.

  “Maybe a minute. No more.” He pointed to the plate.

  “He still does most of the cooking?” Julia said to Diane.

  “I do,” he said. He gave his wife the spatula.

  Diane smirked. “He thinks I will burn ice given the chance.”

  “She will.”

  Julia looked back and forth. “Um...”

  Tom left them to talk. He went to the back of the truck. “Hey there, Mark.” He held out his hand.

  Mark was always vibrant, full of energy and very forceful in what he did. His eyes shined with intensity and he stuck his hand into Tom's. “Hey, pal.”

  They had met a few times. They had also gone to his grand opening when he started his gym. He was good at it, too. He made more than enough to support having Julia at home rather than working the department store athletics section. She was happy to quit, not thinking she was a good fit for the sports customers.

  Tom manhandled some heavy boxes.

  “You okay with that?” Mark said.

  Tom said, “Yeah. No problem.” He knew Mark wasn't being rude, just considerate of back injuries in people not as muscular as he was. Mark wasn't built like a bodybuilder at all, but he looked like he demonstrated his machines enough to have built a rippling ab-style look. He wore lots of tight t-shirts that showed his muscles. He was wearing a black one rolled at the sleeves.

  They had brought more food as they had all agreed.

  “That's a lot of food.” Tom said.

  “Mostly veggies.” Mark was a health food nut.

  “How do you eat like a rabbit and keep all that muscle?”

  Mark laughed. “Meat and veggies is good enough.”

  “Not a big carb fan?” Most bodybuilders were, but Mark was not a bodybuilder.

  “Good God, no. Not for me.”

  They placed their boxes in the kitchen.

  Diane came in behind them, carrying the plate of pork chops. “It's ready. Drop your boxers and let's eat.”

  She drew laughter from all of them.

  Tom slapped his wife on the butt. She had already had three coolers and was on her fourth.

  “Oh, baby,” she said.

  Mark waggled his eyebrows. “She like's being spanked, huh?”

  Tom noticed him looking at Diane's breasts. He always did. It made him wonder why he had picked the small-breasted Julia. “She loves to be spanked.”

  Mark leered at her and gave her a sly grin. He kept his blonde hair buzzed close and was smooth shaven. “Better behave around me then.”

  Julia shook her head, but she was wearing a grin. She held a cooler in her hand.

  They sat.

  “What's that you got there?” Mark picked up his wife's cooler. “Vodka, lemon, and... hmmm.” He placed it down.

  Julia looked disappointed. “Don't tell me.”

  “You didn't look?”

  “No. It tasted good.”

  “What's wrong with it?” Diane said.

  Julia made a face but said nothing.

  Mark picked it back up. “Flavorings.”

  “So?” Diane was frowning.

  “That's another word for MSG.”

  “Flavorings?”

  Mark gave a single nod. “Monosodium glutamate is allowed to be listed and is very often listed on labels as flavorings, spices, natural flavors--”

  “Spices?” Tom said.

  “Sure. If salt is added, it lists salt. Same for pepper or something like cinnamon. But the generic word spices on labels means MSG.”

  Diane gave him a wry look. “Don't tell me, it causes cancer.”

  Mark forked up some pork chop. “Hey, these are good.” He chewed for a few seconds. “MSG is an addictive substance that causes obesity and diabetes. I can point you to--”

  Diane said, “I'm not obese.”

  Mark pointed his fork. “Keep drinking those things and you will be. Your body will eventually just give up.”

  “I never heard of that.”

  Mark's face was not mean and his eyes were soft. “You would do better to drink straight vodka.”

  “But the flavor--”

  “Throw some fresh squeezed lemon juice into it.”

  Tom thought it would not be that hard. The man had a point. “We'll have to try that.”

  Mark winked and he said no more.

  Diane looked a little surprised. “Well, I suppose.”

  Tom said, “When we run out of those I'll pick up some vodka at the liquor store. I think we only have three days' worth.”

  Diane was looking at her bottle as if considering it.

  ~ ~ ~ - Night 1

  Tom sat on the couch, feet stretched out.

  “Any agenda?” said Mark. He was sitting in the chair.

  “None.”

  His wife came into the room, happy, tipsy and followed by Julia. “We have already tried the beach, the bed, and the bathtub.”

  He coughed, trying to hide a laugh.

  She plopped down next to him and gave him a bratty smile.

  Julia sat at the other end of the couch and blushed. She held another cooler in her hand. “Sounds like fun.”

  Tom wagged a finger at Diane. “Don't be rude.”

  “Rude?” She feigned shock and coughed. “What's so rude about frolicking in the surf?”

  “Nothing--”

  “What's so rude about frolicking in bed?”

  “Diane...”

  “What's so rude about showering naked--”

  Tom laughed, turning red with embarrassment. He snatched the bottle out of her hand and set it down.

  “Hey.” She was indignant.

  He hauled her across his lap facedown.

  “This is getting good,” said Mark.

  Tom landed four good smacks across her butt through her shorts before she was laughing hysterically.

  “Need a little more snap to your wrist,” said Mark.

  Tom shook his head. “Yep, I think she needs a better spanking. You want to show me how it's done?”

  Diane laughed harder.

  Mark's eyes lit up. “Sure.”

  Julia sipped her cooler. “I've never been bad enough to be spanked.”

  Tom got Diane to her feet and motioned Mark to take his place on the couch.

  The man was quick, darting up and sliding over to take Tom's place.

  He lowered his giggling wife down onto Mark's lap. Then he sat in the chair.

  The man's eyes were shining and his smile incredulous as he looked at Diane's shapely butt laying across his lap. His breathing looked ragged. He raised his hand and snapped it down, once, twice, three times before Diane stopped giggling.

  “Ow,” she said. She squirmed around on Mark's lap and he closed his eyes, shifting his hips up. His hand rested still on her butt. Then she said, “Oh. Oh my.” She wriggled around on his hips. “I'll take some more spanking.”

  Mark opened his eyes and
whacked her again four more times.

  By the fourth, she was moaning, squirming her hips around. It looked almost sexual.

  Julia's mouth was open, but more in interest than shock or outrage.

  Tom got up and held his hand out to his wife. “Okay, you, enough spankings. I think you've learned your lesson.”

  “Aw,” said Mark.

  He lifted a red-faced Diane from off Mark's lap. Underneath her was a very large bulge in his lap. She had been squirming her crotch against that lump.

  “That was fun,” said Diane. “I might have to be bratty more often.”

  “You'll get spanked,” Tom said.

  “Promise?”

  Mark said, “Promise.”

  Diane would make sure Mark spanked her every night.

  CHAPTER 4 - Night 1

  That night, in bed, Tom cuddled Diane to him. “His eyes were all over you again.”

  “Oh? I know he likes my breasts.”

  “He looked at your breasts, your ass, your legs--”

  “My ass is too big.”

  “No it isn't. You have wide hips is all.”

  “That makes my ass big.”

  He sighed. “Well, then he likes your huge ass.”

  “I do not have a huge ass.” Her tone was indignant.

  “That's what I was saying.”

  “How do you know he liked it?”

  “Didn't you see that erection he was sporting when you got up?”

  She giggled. “No, but I felt it.”

  “You bad girl.”

  “You wanted him to spank me.”

  “I think I have that wrist snap figured out.”

  Her hand touched his erection. “Oh, I see you liked him spanking me, too.”

  “His hand resting on your butt was pretty exciting.”

  “That turned you on?”

  “Yeah, that's like my private territory, like your boobs or your pussy.”

  “I guess I can't have him spank my boobs.”

  He chuckled. “He's going to love your bikini.”

  ~ ~ ~ - Day 2

  Tom put the lid on the chest and hefted it. It wasn't heavy, but it would be an awkward carry down the trail.

  Mark came out of the bedroom wearing the smallest swimsuit Tom could imagine a man wearing. He certainly was not ashamed to show off his body. “Need a hand there?”

  The women were already down the trail after breakfast. Tom had stayed behind to clean up and Mark stayed to perform a set of sit-ups and push-ups.

  “Sure. Grab an end.”

  Mark could have carried the thing under one arm. Well, probably not. But he was large, standing over six foot five. Next to Tom, the guy was almost a giant.

  They walked out with the chest. It contained a supply of coolers and ice water packed in ice. Their walk down the hill was easy. Halfway down, the switchback afforded a view of the beach.

  “Awesome,” said Mark.

  “Quite a view huh?” Then he noticed Mark was looking down at the women, not the ocean.

  “Yeah.” Distracted.

  Diane and Julia were laid out in the sun. The umbrellas were laying in the sand still. Diane was wearing a bikini and Julia a one-piece.

  She sure is scrawny. Tom's eyes wandered over Julia's body. She had A-cups where Diane bounced between C's and D's.

  They settled the chest down and Tom started working with the umbrellas.

  Diane shaded her eyes, looking back at him. “I couldn't jab those in deep enough--”

  “You have to screw in the sand anchor first.” He spun it off and then screwed the thing down into the sand. Then he twisted the umbrella into it and opened it.

  “Oh, that looks easy.” His wife pouted.

  He gave her a wink. “It is.” He set up the next two and there was a large patch of shade for them when they were done sunning.

  Diane got up and went to the chest.

  Mark was grinning at her boobs.

  “Cooler? Julia?” Diane said.

  “Sure, please.”

  Diane grabbed Mark by the arm and pressed the side of her boob against it.

  Tom chuckled under his breath.

  “Is the nice strong man going to protect us on this nasty beach?”

  “Uh, sure.” Mark's voice was shaky.

  She giggled and then moved to the other side of the chest. She opened the lid and bent over, giving him a cleavage-show. She chose out two bottles.

  “Is she being bad again?” he said to Mark.

  Mark chuckled. “Er, very.”

  “I think she's already earned her next spanking.”

  “You two,” Diane said. She gave Julia her bottle and laid next to her. They both drank deep and settled back.

  Tom looked back at Mark. The man was sort of hiding a very large bulge in his trunks, wondering how to wander over to them without being noticed. “Come on over and lay a bit, Mark.” He waved the man over.

  Mark came, reluctantly. His penis had swelled so big it was pushing his trunks out and showing balls from the side. He laid down next to Julia, but his bulge was thrusting up.

  Diane leaned up, looking over Julia to Mark. “Oh my, what has you so excited?”

  Mark laughed, embarrassed. “Well, I'm not often around half-naked women on the beach.”

  Julia smirked.

  Tom laid down next to Diane. “Sounds like Julia might need a spanking.”

  Julia leaned up and looked at him with those glasses-large eyes. She laid back down and said nothing. It was her way.

  Did she want to be spanked? By Mark or by me? Or did she think I was a pervert?

  They sunned for about a half hour, then moved back into the shade of the umbrellas.

  “I think I'll go for a quick dip,” said Mark. He ran off through the sand and down to the water.

  Tom saw Diane raise an eyebrow as she watched him run. He nudged her.

  “What,” she said. “I can't look?”

  “You might anger Julia.”

  The woman looked over at him. “Oh, I don't mind. It's Diane.”

  He shrugged.

  When Mark came back from a brief swim, Diane hooted.

  His trunks were completely plastered to him, showing everything. His penis was clearly visible through the wet material. It was on the small side now, but having been just subjected to cold water, Tom was sure there was quite a bit of cold-shrinkage.

  For his part, Mark tilted his head, not understanding the hoot.

  When he toweled off and sat down, Julia leaned over and whispered something to him.

  “Oh?” Then he gave a nervous laugh. “Oops. Guess I should have picked better trunks.”

  Diane said, “Nonsense. They're great. Why don't you walk around some more?”

  “Honey,” Tom said, “you're being bad.”

  “It's not every day I get to lay around a couple half-naked men.”

  They laid for a time, listening to the surf.

  Mark leaned up. “You play pool, Tom?”

  “Not really, but I've shot a few.”

  Diane looked over at Mark. “Great. Leave us gals out. What if I like to play pool?” She made a show of pulling on the bikini strap between her boobs, pretending to adjust it.

  Tom chuckled when Mark's eyes glued themselves to the cleavage. “I think she's being bad again.”

  Mark's voice was almost a pant. “Yeah.”

  “I think she needs a spanking.”

  Diane and Julia giggled together. “Maybe we should spank them,” his wife said to her friend.

  Mark looked disappointed, probably thinking Tom meant to spank Diane.

  “Mark, I think she needs your deft wrist again.”

  “Oh, yes, of course. I think you're right.” He was up in a flash and came over to sit in the space Tom made.

  “You men,” Diane said. “I'm going to bruise.” Her smile said otherwise.

  Mark shook a finger at her and pulled her up, his hand brushing across her boob as he did. He laid her face
down across his lap, her head in Tom's lap, and he pulled his hands away, rubbing both of them across her breasts.

  Diane hummed happily.

  Mark whacked her barely covered butt four times. The cheeks shook with the impacts and she squirmed on his lap. Her hands kneaded Tom's thighs and she sighed.

  Mark scooted underneath her a little and whacked her four more times. Before the final one landed, Diane had parted her legs and was grinding her crotch down onto Mark's. She moaned, her eyes closed.

  Julia was watching with a grin, sipping her cooler and shooting glances at Tom.

  Does she want me to spank her, or is she just making sure I'm not mad? She doesn't seem bothered.

  Diane's breath turned to pants and her hips squirmed obscenely on Mark's lap. “Those last couple hurt,” she said. “Maybe you should rub the pain away.”

  Mark said nothing. His hand had been resting on her ass. He began to move it, caressing her butt as it humped up and down on his lap.

  She looked up at Tom, a feverish look in her eyes. She gripped his hardness through his swim trunks and squeezed.

  Embarrassed, he tried to move her hand away. She dodged his hand and pulled on his trunks. He panicked, and got up suddenly, but realized his mistake as he got up. His trunks were partly pulled down, exposing the hard head of his cock above the waist.

  He fixed it as Julia gave him the prettiest smile he had ever seen.

  “Oh, poo,” Diane said. “Just when I was starting to have fun.” Her hips still moved suggestively on Mark's lap while his hands ventured down in between her legs. She opened them wider and thrust her butt up.

  “Diane, maybe you've been spanked enough,” Tom said. He didn't want to embarrass their friends on only the second day.

  “Just a little more?” she said, her head hanging down as Mark's fingers brushed over her thinly covered pussy.

  He's being a little too forward with my wife. What if Julia gets upset? What if the friendship breaks up over this? What an awful way to spend the rest of the vacation, regretting a little too much vodka coolers and a broken friendship.

  Even though he himself was excited, he reached down and gently began lifting her. “Come on, you, spanking's over.” Before our friendship is wrecked.

  She groaned in disappointment, but she allowed him to pull her up.