Beach Swing

by Laran Mithras

  Tom froze. Would he be jealous and mad if I said yes? What was the correct answer here? “Er, I just meant over the whole thing I guess.”

  Mark looked hurt. “Oh.”

  “I mean, yes, I suppose. Over both of them.” This conversation is going from bad to worse.

  Mark grunted.

  What did that mean? And had he really been jacking over my Diane? The thought started to make him hard again. Why was that so appealing that Mark would stroke his cock while looking at my wife?

  They walked together down amongst two naked women.

  Mark's eyes were all over Diane's form.

  Tom couldn't help but look at Julia. She watched him as he did. He tried to look away fast, but he noticed she looked better out of the swimsuit than in it. Her boobs were almost flat, but still there and round. Her hips were slender and just a little boney. But she looked very good.

  He opened the chest and handed Julia and Diane a bottle each. His eyes met Julia's and she blushed. She looked down to the bulge in his trunks. Did my wife's friend just check out my package?

  Diane took a long swallow and sighed, refreshed. “I guess we should get back in our suits.”

  Mark looked panicked. His penis was hard and trying to rip free as he gazed down at Diane. “Oh, don't do that.”

  “Well, you two men are dressed and we're not.”

  Mark waved his hands. “Sunning naked sounds good. Anyway, I don't know how much longer I can keep these on. Tom stumbled across me jacking myself.”

  Tom blinked a few times. Who would admit such a thing? But then he probably figured I would tell Diane later. Which I would have.

  Diane shook her head. “My lucky husband.”

  Julia smirked. “Why were you jacking?”

  Her husband pointed. “I was up there. Saw what was down here and couldn't help myself.”

  Julia nodded slowly, giving him a long, “Oh.”

  “I didn't get to see.” Diane pouted.

  Despite his admission, Mark turned red again. “Well, uh...”

  “So you're going to sunbathe with us naked?” She smiled sweetly.

  He stumbled, stuttered, and shook with nervousness. “Oh, sure.” He pulled off his trunks. His penis was very big.

  The girls tittered and laid back, though Diane kept peeking.

  “Well, I guess.” Tom took his off, feeling self-conscious.

  Julia's head popped up and gave him a once over and a grin. At least he was half hard and not all shriveled.

  Diane leaned up. “The oil is there. This should be fun to watch. Hunky men rubbing oil on their own bodies.”

  Tom's cock twitched.

  Mark looked even more bashful.

  Tom cleared his throat. “Honey, don't be silly. Mark will need help with the oil.”

  She looked at him, agape. Then, “Oh, silly me, of course he will. She scrambled to her knees and feet, breasts swinging gently.

  If anything, Mark was even more astonished at Tom's offer.

  Julia raised her head at him again and gave him a silent chuckle. She had pretty teeth.

  His wife waited while Mark spread out his towel. Then she motioned him down. He laid face down, adjusting his cock underneath him. Oil poured on his back, she began spreading and rubbing around.

  Tom was leaning up, watching. The whole act look salacious and wickedly fun. His wife's eyes were glowing. When she got to Mark's butt, she rubbed oil onto the cheeks and squeezed several times. Then she finished his legs.

  “Over,” she said.

  “Uh...” Mark hesitated.

  Julia laughed. “Like we all haven't seen your cock and squirting all over the place too.”

  He laughed and flipped over. His face was red again. His cock was hard, fully engorged and laying on his stomach. It was a very impressive shaft, probably eight inches long and very thick, widening towards the base. It had the slightest upturned curve to it, like an almost straight banana.

  Diane blushed. She started with his chest and worked down. Her hands were shaking. She oiled around the thing and then lower, onto his legs.

  Tom's breath was short. He was excited. He also wanted to see who would be more embarrassed. “Honey, you forgot his penis.”

  Three sets of eyes looked over at him in shock.

  “It will burn. Oil him up right or don't do it at all.” His voice was a little shaky, but he wagged a finger at her.

  “Oh,” she said. “Duh.” She poured some oil on her shaking hand and gingerly grabbed Mark's erection.

  Mark moaned.

  Diane tried to wipe the oil onto it like wiping on facial cream.

  Tom snickered, feeling easier now that she was handling Mark's cock. “Are you afraid of it?”

  “No,” his wife said, exasperated. She gripped it then and slid her hand up and down, oiling it good. Her eyes were glued to the shaft in her hands. She added her other hand and stroked him slowly.

  Mark moaned, his hips moving with her hands.

  Tom was excited, watching his wife jack her friend's husband's cock. It looked good and fun.

  She stopped though, and handed the bottle to Julia. “I think my husband will need some.”

  Her friend looked shocked, afraid. But she took the bottle and turned to Tom. She gave him a nervous smile.

  “Oh, yeah, I guess so,” Tom said. He looked at Mark. The other man was running a finger around Diane's nipple while she stroked him.

  “Back first.” Julia was pouring oil into her hand.

  Tom flipped and tried to relax. Julia's touch was electric. He hadn't expected that. His dick gave a huge twitch, but fortunately it was hidden. Her hands felt very good, firm and small. She did not spend a lot of time on his butt, but she did give it a squeeze.

  “Over, then.”

  He slowly turned over. Diane and Mark were watching for the moment. He exposed his erection.

  Mark winked at him and gave him a thumbs up.

  Tom guessed it was his way of showing his thanks for the oiled handjob Diane was giving him.

  Julia grinned down at him, looking eager. Her little boobs were firm up against her body, moving little. She oiled his chest.

  Diane got tired of leaning and she straddled Mark's knees. She moved forward a few times until she could sit upright, stroking his shaft. Her bare pussy was about six inches away from Mark's naked erection.

  Tom said in a breathless voice, “That's a little better than me catching you doing it yourself, isn't it?”

  Mark jerked and opened his eyes. “Oh, yeah. For sure. Thanks, buddy.” He dropped his head back down to the towel, moaning low.

  Then Julia touched his dick. She gripped it and the most wonderful sensation filled him, radiating from his erection, as she slid her oiled hand down the shaft. He groaned loud.

  The other three laughed.

  “Bingo,” Mark said.

  Diane looked over, still stroking Mark's shaft. Her eyes watched Julia's hand with lust. Julia's mouth was hanging open just slightly as she stroked him - her wet tongue just visible.

  Tom wondered what it would be like to kiss her. Would that be okay? Mark has had his hands all over my wife. What would a kiss hurt? He leaned up then and Julia pulled back in surprise. But he reached for her. She paused, then let him embrace her. Their mouths met, her firm lips to his. She moaned, her hand still stroking him up and down.

  “He's kissing Julia.” Mark's voice sounded amazed.

  Was he mad? Tom didn't hear him say anything more. He was busy with Julia, their tongues face-fucking each other. He was dizzy with lust. The disaster was on him before he knew it. The tension built and he realized Mark's wife was fucking his cock with her hand. His orgasm pushed his ejaculation high and out.

  “Oh my goodness,” Julia said. She tried to move his spurting shaft away and started laughing. A line of cum ran from her hair down her cheek.

  Tom didn't care. The orgasm felt too good and her hand was still there, delicate and squeezing.

  “Wow,
you shoot really far,” Julia said.

  Diane and Mark were chuckling and giving hoots.

  “Well, now we're even,” Mark said. “We've both had accidents.”

  A panting Tom pulled Julia back to him, her curls tickling his palm. They kissed again, deep.

  “I think he liked that,” Mark said.

  Diane hummed her agreement.

  Tom broke the kiss. He drew in several ragged and satisfied breaths. “Whew. Wild.”

  Julia said, “Mm hmm. Glad I could help out.”

  Diane was still straddling Mark's waist, her pussy no more than three inches from his oiled shaft.

  Tom didn't know if he wanted to go there. “I'm going to need to go to the liquor store.”

  “I'll go,” said Julia.

  Tom paused. Was that okay? Time alone with his wife?

  Mark didn't say anything and neither did Diane.

  So he said, “Sure, I suppose. Let's go before I have any drinks.”

  They slipped into their swimsuits while Diane continued to stroke Mark's erection.

  Tom stopped before leaving. Would they be alright? Would they use it as an opportunity to fuck? He didn't think so. Would she blow him? The thought began to harden him. Did he want to see that? He gave a last look at her. His wife took a hand from Mark's cock and waved to him.

  “Grab some matches,” said Mark. “A beach fire tonight sounds good.”

  It did sound fun. “Yeah, okay.” He felt better and took Julia's hand. He led her up the path.

  The cock stroking was just the beginning.

  CHAPTER 7 – Day 3

  Tom and Julia returned with a gallon of vodka and some fireplace matches. They were on the road back to the beach house.

  “Think they're alright?” he said.

  “Sure.” Julia seemed confused. “Why wouldn't they--”

  “I mean, I hope they didn't go too far.”

  “How much is too far?”

  If he said screwing, would that insult her femininity? That she couldn't attract or trust her own husband? “Well, I guess the hand-stuff was okay.”

  “I should hope so.” She sounded amazed.

  Tom hadn't stopped her earlier on the beach. He had cum. He had even cum in her hair. “I, uh...”

  She laid a hand on his arm while he drove. “You're sweet.”

  “None of this is bugging you?”

  She looked like she didn't understand. “Heavens, no.”

  He had never known a woman not to be combatively possessive of her man. “I'm not sure I see how--”

  “He loves me. I love him. You're friends and we're just having some fun. It all goes back to normal when we go home.”

  Does it? “I sure hope so.”

  She giggled. “You worry too much.”

  “That's what Diane says.”

  “Well,” she slapped his arm lightly, “maybe you should listen to her.”

  “Did you figure your husband and Diane--”

  She shrugged. “Oh, I don't know. I knew he's wanted to get his hands on her tits for a couple years now.”

  She said it so matter-of-factly that Tom was stunned to silence.

  “And I don't want to get fake ones. I was worried he might make you mad.”

  “Me? What?”

  “If he touched her boobs.”

  “Well... I...”

  “I didn't want anything going on to hurt our friendship.”

  Tom's eyes lit up. “Exactly.”

  She gave him a look. “So it's okay if he does?”

  “Well...”

  “Is it exciting to see him touch your wife?”

  Tom was silent for a long time. He tried to speak but nothing would come out. He tried to figure something diplomatic and suave to say, like all the news anchors on TV reading from their teleprompters. But he couldn't. So he said, “I guess I am, yes.”

  “That's nothing to be ashamed of.”

  This coming from a woman? He shook his head.

  “A man who loves his wife and is proud of her sometimes wants to see her have fun and be pleasured.”

  He looked at Julia as if seeing a seven-legged frog.

  She laughed. “It's true.”

  “I find that hard to--”

  “More people than you can imagine love to share their wives.”

  He chuckled, amazed he was having such a conversation with Little Miss Timid herself. “Does Mark share you?”

  She gave him a look that said the question was inappropriate.

  Suddenly he felt like he was in school and had angered the teacher. “Sorry.” They turned into the drive and parked.

  “I wonder how many times she made him cum?” she said.

  He coughed and almost tripped carrying the bag.

  She laughed and hugged his arm.

  Inside, he put the vodka in the refrigerator. They liked their drinks ice-cold. “Well, shall we go see what's down there?”

  “You act as if expecting to find a national disaster down there and FEMA herding people into camps.”

  Did she really believe that stuff? “Everyone knows the camps are a myth,” he began.

  “Then why does congress fund FEMA camps in their legislation?”

  “Huh?”

  “They do. If that's such a myth, why is congress funding them?”

  This woman surprised him at every turn. Not timid, just quiet, and full of energy and knowledge. He revised his opinion of her. And then he remembered her delicate hand on his dick. He felt himself harden.

  They undressed down to their swimsuits and headed down to the beach.

  As they approached the part of the trail where Tom had found Mark a few hours before, he said, “This is where your husband was masturbating.”

  “Oh?” She went and looked over the side. “Hmm.”

  He stood beside her. He couldn't see Mark or Diane. They were under the umbrellas, feet close.

  “Care to give me a demonstration?” she said.

  Here? Stroke himself? For Mark's wife? “Umm...”

  She giggled and walked away. She was shaking her head.

  What? But his reluctance felt odd after having her hand on his cock and making him cum. He followed her down.

  “There you two are,” said Mark.

  Diane gave Tom a big smile and a wink. Her fingernails trailed across Mark's mostly limp penis. One of the towels was wadded up nearby. So he had cum in the towel. “Did you two have fun?” she said.

  Tom said, “We talked about FEMA camps.”

  “Oh... How interesting.”

  Julia hooked a thumb towards him. “He doesn't believe in them.”

  Mark leaned up. “It's easier in life, with everything, to deny and scoff rather than learn something new.”

  “Hey now,” Tom said.

  “It's true, I see it all the time at the gym. 'Oh, that won't work for me.' But I know it will and it eventually does. But it's such a struggle to get people to learn new things. They only learn when they want to learn. Otherwise they just reject it as if they should already know it if it were true.”

  Tom shook his head. “People aren't that arrogant--”

  “Yes, they are,” Mark said. “See? Right there you dismissed what I said because you hadn't believed it before.”

  He stopped talking, giving Mark an irritated look. Being wrong was not a good feeling and he didn't feel good at the moment. Was he right? He would have to think on that one.

  Mark pointed at him, teeth shining and eyes sparkling. “Now you're thinking.”

  He snorted. Then he gave a rueful nod.

  All the while, his wife played with Mark's penis. Just scratching it, lifting it and squeezing it. His wife, toying with their friend's cock. It looked clean and fun. He couldn't find jealousy in him over it.

  But they will not be fucking. He had to draw the line at teasing and playing.

  ~ ~ ~ - Night 3

  After dinner, they worked at creating a bonfire of sorts. Some rocks and sand made a pit and
they collected bits of smaller wood and overlaid it with a large chuck of driftwood. Two thick pieces on either side made for seats.

  The coolers finally gone and everyone but Mark feeling tipsy, they set out plastic cups with the gallon of vodka settled in the ice chest.

  “Vodka and lemon juice?” Tom said.

  “Yes, please,” Diane said. Julia echoed her.

  “I'll have one, too,” Mark said.

  “You?”

  “Yeah, I've been known to have a drink or two.”

  “Sure thing.” He poured up a round of drinks and handed them out.

  It was dusk and getting dark fast.

  Mark and Julia were standing, warming themselves by the bonfire. He knocked his drink back after a few minutes and blew out a breath. “A little strong.”

  Tom thought it was strong, too, but he was sipping. So were the wives.

  “I wasn't sure I would go for just sitting around on vacation,” Mark said. “I'm sort of a get-up-and-go guy.”

  No really? Tom rolled his eyes.

  “But I have to admit, this is really nice. Very relaxing. And very rewarding.” He shot a wink at Diane.

  Tom said, “You had quite a bit of a workout today.”

  “Full body massage. Can't beat it. I'm looking forward to tomorrow's.” The bulge in his trunks said he was really looking forward to it.

  “Me, too,” Diane said. She giggled.

  “I had fun, too,” Julia said. She was pouting, wanting to be included.

  Mark pinched her little butt and gave her a wicked smile. He turned to Tom. “Mind if I sit with your wife?”

  Diane was already getting up.

  “Oh, no, I guess not.” He watched her pony tail sway as she took Mark's arm and went around the fire.

  Julia shrugged and sat down next to him. She held up her cup. “These aren't as good as the vodka coolers, but if it's healthier.”

  “I didn't know they put MSG into drinks or that MSG was addictive.”

  “Mark runs a wellness workshop once a month. Talks about all the additives and chemicals. You should come to one.”

  Tom didn't think that likely. When he was home, he was home and he wasn't going anywhere else. “Maybe.”

  “Aw, that means no. I'd go with you if it made you feel better.”

  “Really?”

  She hugged his arm. “You're a good fit for arm holding.”