Beach Swing

by Laran Mithras

  As she was taken from his lap, Mark was furiously trying to adjust his trunks. His erection had poked out the side. Several inches of very large and very thick cock was poking out. It looked to be two inches wide at the head and gradually thickened towards the base.

  “Er, sorry,” said Mark. He pulled a towel over it and hunched over.

  Julia giggled and took another sip of her cooler.

  “Oh, my.” Diane had been staring down at it until Mark covered it with the towel.

  Diane was going to be seeing a lot more of Mark's cock in the days ahead.

  CHAPTER 5 - Day 2

  Tom pulled Diane aside later in the beach house. “That was going a little far, wasn't it? I saw him rubbing your pussy.”

  “That was fun.” She gave him a grin.

  “What if Julia gets mad and the friendship is over?”

  “She seemed okay.”

  “What if she's hiding it?”

  “She winked at me.”

  “Winked?” Tom shook his head.

  “She knows Mark has liked me since their wedding when I was a bridesmaid. He peeked quite a few times at my cleavage.”

  “That doesn't say much for their marriage.”

  She waved as if dismissing. “They love each other so much it's about as bad as us.”

  He liked that. He wrapped her in a hug.

  She gave him a light kiss on the lips. “I saw you pretty excited--”

  “You were trying to take out my cock.”

  “But you liked it.”

  “In front of them?”

  “Well, Mark sure was hanging out.”

  “And you were rubbing your pussy all over that thing.”

  She giggled. “Well, sort of. It was my thigh, actually.”

  “Still.”

  She hummed. “It felt very warm.”

  Despite his worries, he was hardening. “Try not to destroy--”

  “Oh my, I feel how much you liked it.” She ground her hips against his hardening penis.

  “Stop that.”

  She laughed. “Did you like seeing him rub my butt?”

  “You have a beautiful ass. It looked good seeing a handsome man stroke it.”

  “So you didn't mind?”

  “No, I guess not. But I don't want you jumping in bed with this guy.”

  “It's just teasing.”

  “I guess I don't mind teasing. As long as it's just teasing.”

  She wriggled against him. “Just teasing. It's fun.”

  “What if Julia--”

  “I'll talk to her. See what she thinks.”

  “I'd hate to see it all blow up.”

  “Over teasing? He's handsome and all, but his personality isn't my speed.”

  “Too direct?”

  She leaned back, looking at him. “How did you know?”

  They kissed.

  ~ ~ ~ - Night 2

  Tom served up a platter of tri-tip.

  “Yum,” said Mark.

  Diane set down her cooler bottle. “You're not looking at my boobs again, are you?” Her eyes were slightly glassy and the little grin was full of mischief.

  Julia laughed, shaking her head.

  Tom almost dropped the plate.

  They were all still in their beach clothes, though the women had wrapped beach towels around their waists.

  He couldn't figure out why it was okay to be seen in a swimsuit on the beach but once inside the house required a towel. He glanced at Mark who had looked up at Diane's question. He was eyeballing her boobs.

  Tom looked back and forth during dinner between his wife, Mark and Julia. Twice, Julia looked back at him and smiled, but then looked quickly down.

  They all helped in cleaning up and Mark hugged Julia in a nice hug that made him want to hug his own wife. He and Diane hugged and kissed lightly.

  Diane whispered to him, “She's fine with the teasing.”

  He whispered back, “She is?”

  His wife shrugged. “Don't ask me. I don't know why.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She gave him that serious look that told him he wasn't listening. “She said the teasing was fun and that she didn't mind.”

  “No kidding?”

  “No kidding. She thinks it's a riot to see him all hard and embarrassed over me.”

  “Who would have thought Little Miss Timid--”

  “She says this is the best vacation so far she's ever had.”

  “Well, I guess...”

  “Let loose, have some fun.”

  He gave her a wry grin. “You mean let you loose.”

  She bit his ear.

  Mark passed by. “She bites, too?”

  She giggled and broke the embrace. She gave his cock a squeeze that had Tom trying to cover before anyone noticed.

  He shook his finger at her.

  She started wiping plates off into the garbage can and stacking them. Julia put them into the dishwasher.

  Mark came up, a couple of glasses in hand and placed them on the counter. Then he grabbed Diane from behind as she was bent over, his crotch pressed to hers. She straightened and Mark hugged her from behind.

  Tom watched his wife lean back into Mark's hug.

  “Are you trying to maul me?” she said.

  “Oh,” he said, “like this?” His hand shifted up and cupped her boobs, then rubbed gently.

  Julia turned red, a smile on her face that spoke of embarrassment. “Squeeze them, honey,” she said. “They probably don't bite.”

  Mark kneaded Diane's boobs. “Lovely,” he said.

  Tom wasn't sure what to say or do. He finished putting the containers back in the refrigerator. “She, uh...”

  Three sets of eyes looked at him.

  He cleared his throat, trying to be nonchalant. “She used to consider those her best asset.”

  Mark smiled at him. “They're beauties.”

  “I feel someone getting all hard again,” Diane said. She pushed her butt back and wriggled.

  The chuckle from Mark was full of lust. But he let go and started to leave the kitchen. He slapped Tom on the shoulder. “Hey, game of pool?”

  “Sure,” he said, relieved. He grabbed a cooler and followed Mark out. Taking a heavy swig, he felt the cold burn and felt his nerves begin to settle.

  They racked up a game of pool and pretended to know what they were doing. They didn't fool either Julia or Diane when they joined them.

  His wife leaned over Mark's shoulder as he was making a shot. Her boobs were all over him. “Should I show you how to line up a shot?”

  He missed the ball entirely and said, “I think someone needs a spanking.”

  She acted shocked. “Why?”

  “You're trying to sabotage my game against your husband.”

  Diane shook her head a little, her long pony tail doing a slow whip. “Was it that obvious?”

  “Bad girl.”

  “Are you going to manhandle me now?” Her voice was almost breathless.

  Julia raised her bottle in toast. “Yep, I think she needs a spanking.”

  Tom raised both eyebrows. He hadn't thought his wife was lying, but it was still a surprise to see her friend promoting her husband spanking another woman.

  Mark hauled Diane into the living room and tore the towel from her waist. He pulled her down onto the couch across his lap. Diane made a pretense of struggle, pinching him and trying to bite him.

  He landed two whacks before she said, “Ow... those hurt. I think I'm a little sore from the spankings.”

  He rubbed her butt in slow circles while Tom and Julia stood together and watched, coolers in hand.

  “He spanks hard,” Julia said in a low voice. “Poor Diane.”

  Mark's hand dipped down and massaged her pussy through her bikini bottoms. His mouth was open, panting. Diane's eyes were closed, gripping the arm of the couch like she had gripped her husband's leg during the earlier spanking. Her butt humped up and down.

  Mark grew an irritated look
and then spanked her once more. She yelped and he shifted his hand underneath her, tugging at something.

  “Oh... Oh my,” Diane said. She parted her legs a little.

  He shifted her hips to the side and said, “Ouch, hold on.” He shifted a little more and said, “There.”

  Tom and Julia saw the head of Mark's cock poking up between the backs of Diane's thighs, the side of his shaft up against her bikini-covered pussy.

  Diane hummed and clamped her legs shut around the shaft.

  “Much better,” Mark said. His voice was breathless. “I thought it was going to break.”

  Julia giggled and grabbed Tom's arm, sort of hugging him as they watched the so-called spanking. “I think she's having fun getting spanked.” Her eyes looked up at him. Her head jerked a little in its movements, nervous.

  Tom was incredulous. He said in a similarly low voice back to her, “You don't mind them doing that?”

  Julia had went back to looking at the happenings on the couch. She took a swig of cooler. “He's just a little too big for me, really.”

  Julia is complaining? Tom couldn't find anything to say.

  On the couch, the head of Mark's erection bulged red. Diane's hips humped up and down and her thighs clamped and squeezed. His hands roamed all over her back and butt. Then his fingers wormed under her bikini and massaged her ass cheeks directly.

  “Mmm, yes,” Diane said.

  “Your wife has such a pretty figure,” Julia said.

  “She doesn't think so,” Tom said.

  Julia laughed, a scoffing tone all over the sound. “She has perfect breasts.”

  “They're big. I'm not really a boob man.”

  “No?” She looked up at him, curious.

  She was very pretty, with her black curls and blue eyes – even magnified by the glasses. He shrugged. “She tried to impress me with them. That actually delayed our getting to know each other.”

  “No way.”

  “Really.”

  “I remember her talking about you, about how hard you were to attract.”

  He grinned, remembering. “All she had to do was smile. She didn't need to thrust her tits at me.”

  “I thought all men liked big tits.”

  “Not this one.”

  “Mark says I should get implants.”

  “Implants?” He was horrified.

  “No way am I getting bolt-ons just so he can squeeze them.”

  “Oh, good for you.”

  “That's why I don't mind him squeezing your wife's boobs. Let him get it all out of his system and quit pestering me about fakies.”

  Tom wasn't sure what to say. “Oh, well, um, I guess I'm happy my wife has big boobs to help out... er...”

  Julia giggled. It was cute.

  On the couch, Mark slipped his other hand down and under Diane's chest. She lifted a little. It looked like to Tom and Julia that he slipped his hand under her bikini top. He sighed, his arm muscles gently working.

  Diane thrust her hips faster, her bare thighs stroking Mark's naked cock.

  Suddenly Mark's eyes bulged. “Oh shit.” He lifted Diane so fast that her bikini top shifted up and exposed her right breast. His hand had been under her top, massaging her boob. Diane adjusted it quickly.

  On the couch, Mark's erection was shooting ropes of sperm into the air. He grabbed Diane's towel and covered it, grunting and turning red that he had lost control. He scrambled up and fled for the bathroom.

  Julia was in gales of laughter.

  They were all going to see a lot more sperm very soon.

  CHAPTER 6 - Night 2

  Later that night, in bed, Tom said, “Didn't you think that was too--”

  “It was all teasing,” Diane said. “Sure was funny to see him lose control.”

  Tom sighed. It had been funny. He just didn't want things to go bad. “I just--”

  “You worry too much.” She laid her head on his chest and moved her hand down. “If it was too whatever, why are you half hard?”

  He didn't want to tell her that seeing Mark squirting sperm while Julia held onto him had been a turn-on.

  “I need to be fucked,” she said. “Bad.” She had him hard.

  “They'll hear.”

  “I'll try to be quiet.” She climbed on him and settled onto his erection. “Mmm, that's the ticket.” She began making her customary noises, the panting and moans.

  Tom saw the light go on in the bathroom behind her – the bathroom they shared with Mark and Julia in the connecting bedroom. “Shh,” he said.

  Diane quieted, but kept moving, panting.

  He saw a shadow under the door. The sliver of light along the side darkened. Someone was standing very close to their door. The size of the shadow left no doubt that it was Mark.

  What was he doing? Just listening? Tom felt his orgasm approach, despite the listener. He lost control. He gripped his wife's hips and drove up into her, his hips slapping hers.

  “Unh, yes,” said his wife. She panted, moaned, and then panted more.

  He grunted, then groaned, his orgasm hitting. He squirted up into her and grunted with the effort. His hands were on his wife's ass, pulling her, and he realized Mark's hands had been all over them just an hour before. He sent another squirt of sperm up into her in a surprise encore convulsion.

  ~ ~ ~ - Day 3

  Tom whipped up some scrambled eggs and ham. Breakfast was cheery, the ladies already wearing their bathing suits with their towels around their waists.

  “I'll pack up the ice chest a little later and bring it down,” he said. Coolers right after breakfast did not sound good.

  Mark nudged him. “How about a game of pool before we go down.” His smile was good-natured and he winked along with it.

  “Sure, without distractions.”

  Julia and Diane tittered.

  He cleaned up after breakfast, a simple thing, and fast, while Mark did his morning exercises. Maybe I should exercise a little. I'm not fat but a little muscle would look good. He had a good shape. Muscle would probably look really good on him.

  He wiped out the ice chest then wandered into the lounge.

  Mark joined him.

  Starting their game, Mark said, “Diane sure is magnificent. I'm sorry about last night.”

  “Oh?” Tom grinned at the memory of an appalled Mark squirting everywhere and running for the bathroom.

  “I sort of had my hand on her tit and I guess it snuck up on me.”

  “Mark...” Tom tried to think how to work his question. “Julia isn't very much like Diane that way.”

  “No, but she's wonderful.”

  “Why did you two get together if you like...” He trailed off. Big fucking tits?

  “Ah, well. She's an angel. Everything is right with her and me in the heart.” He clutched at his chest as if to impress Tom with his meaning.

  “But--”

  “I didn't need tits with Julia. Look, I'm a healthy man, is all. Your wife is beautiful and she has some very nice--”

  “They're not all that big.”

  Mark looked at him like that was obvious. “But that's the point. Hers are perfect. And she has very nice hips.”

  “But Julia--”

  “Doesn't need them. I love her crazy-like.” He paused as if to say more, but didn't.

  Their game took an hour. With late risers, a single shower for four people in a row, and a late breakfast, it was already a few minutes past noon.

  Tom had won the game, but both had been on their last ball for several shots. Neither of them was that good. “You go on, I'll handle the ice chest.”

  “You sure?” Mark's look of concern was real.

  “It's an easy trail and the chest is light.”

  “Okay, then, see you down there.” Mark left out the back and headed down the trail.

  Tom stacked several bottles of coolers and a plastic water bottle into the styrofoam chest. Then he dumped in the ice. He gave the chest a shake to settle everything. They had half a ca
se of coolers left. They would need to get more today. But he was determined to try regular vodka. He didn't want to have MSG someday cause his body to start getting fat and then have to buy a minivan like the fat people drove.

  He lifted the chest. It really was light enough, but he understood Mark's offer. Mark had the muscles, why not use them? His offer was considerate and given just once so as not to insult one who had less strength.

  He shrugged. Diane assured him he looked good, like that Italian statue of David, though his penis was bigger.

  Not as big as Mark's though. Sheeit, how did he get that thing into Julia?

  Walking out back, he headed down the sand-trail. He heard the surf, distant, and the buzz of some bees. It was pleasant. He turned a switchback and froze.

  Mark was there, looking down towards the beach. He had his shaft in his hand, stroking it.

  Tom watched the hand slide along the shaft, pulling and squeezing. He began to shake, having caught another man jacking his dick. He didn't know what to do. His eyes followed the hand for several strokes. It looked very good. He felt his own cock, hard, pushing against his swimsuit. He lowered the chest a little to cover it and one of the bottles shifted inside.

  Mark, startled, must have jumped a foot. Suddenly he was dancing around, trying to hide what he had been doing and trying to stuff his erection back into too tiny trunks. Then he was laughing, almost hysterically, very red.

  Tom's eyes were large, not knowing how to proceed. “I, uh...”

  “Shit man, you caught me.” His laughter threatened hysterical embarrassment. “Um, sorry--”

  “No, that's alright, I'm sorry I interrupted--”

  “No, man. Here I am jacking like a teenager and--”

  “Don't worry about it.” Tom shrugged. His own erection was hidden. Suddenly he worried Mark might take the chest from him.

  “I guess I couldn't help it.” Mark pointed.

  Tom followed the finger, pointing down to the beach, he stood beside Mark and looked. Their wives were down there sunning. Naked. “Oh, yeah, I guess I see why you...”

  Mark chuckled.

  Tom nodded. “I suppose I might have been doing the same thing.”

  His friend looked at him. “You would have jacked over my wife?”