Beach Swing

by Laran Mithras

  Tom was half a head taller than Julia.

  ~ ~ ~ - Night 3

  On the other side of the fire, Diane watched the fire die down to a very warm glow of thick embers piled about thigh high. In the darkness, the glow was barely enough to see the faces of her husband and her friend opposite them. She wondered what they were talking about. She had stroked Mark and watched thick ropes of cum shoot out a few inches before falling. Her husband shot seed out farther with much force, but didn't make quite the puddle Mark did.

  Mark was rubbing her boob through her bikini.

  She reached over and rubbed his swimsuit. She could feel all of that wonderful tool. “You don't think they fucked in the car, do you? They're acting awful chummy.”

  Mark looked over the glow at them. “They seem like they're having fun.”

  “Do you think they fucked?”

  “Nah. They weren't gone that long.”

  “But they only got a single bottle.” She squinted at her husband. Could she tell by the look in his eyes?

  Mark reached a hand down her bikini and drifted his fingers through her trimmed bush. “Takes just as long to drive and get ten bottles as it does one.”

  “Huh?” She wasn't paying much attention and her thoughts drifted as his fingers worked over her pussy. She reached into the overworked band of his trunks and felt along his hardening shaft. She removed her hand. “Take those off.”

  His smile glowed in the dim light. “Sure.”

  She slid her own off and opened her knees.

  His hand moved back into place and massaged the folds of her pussy.

  She gripped his selling flesh and moaned as he rubbed over her clit. She began jerking him, slowly.

  “Are you two behaving over there?” Tom's suspicious voice came to them through the heat.

  She drew in a shaky breath. “Yeah, just a little teasing.” What she really wanted to do was fuck Mark's brains out. But she knew her husband would feel threatened. She didn't love Mark or want him for a new husband, she just wanted to have a little fun. She didn't want to hurt Tom, though. She wondered how much she could sneak.

  Mark's fingers dipped into her pussy and wriggled.

  She moaned and then gasped.

  ~ ~ ~ - Night 3

  Tom heard the telltale sounds from his wife that indicated her pussy had been penetrated. The moan and the gasp brought him up off the log he shared with Julia. “That sounds like sex.”

  Mark's voice was trembling. “Nah, just some fun.”

  He walked around the dying fire, followed by Julia. He still couldn't see much, but he could see they were sitting next to each other, not on top of one another. Their arms were in each other's laps. “Oh...” he said.

  Mark said, “I was admiring your wife's bush earlier and wanted to get my hands on it. I like that she's a natural blonde.”

  Diane tsked. “Men. We're alright, hun, you don't need to chaperone us.”

  Julia pulled on his arm and he went with her, not knowing what else to say. If they were teasing each other, he had already said that was okay. He had even invited his wife to jack Mark's dick.

  They sat back down and Julia pulled her swimsuit to the side. She began toying with her pussy while listening to her husband pleasure Diane on the other side.

  “This doesn't bother you?” he whispered to her.

  “No, not at all. It's sexy.”

  “But that's your husband over there with his fingers up--”

  “And that's your wife. They're having fun.”

  “You don't feel left out?”

  “No, it's a little odd feeling the first time but after that it's easy.” Her hand found his crotch and reached in.

  He let her fondle him. “The first time? You've done this before?”

  “Mm hmm. Sometimes we have a couple come over. Very good friends. I love seeing Mark plow the other woman. And Ricky, the other man, is very gentle with me.”

  Tom was shocked. Julia? In a foursome?

  Then she shocked him further. “Mark has a friend of his come over once a month or so and he makes love to me. It's very nice.”

  “But you're married--”

  “It's just sex. What's wrong with sex?”

  “I... Well...”

  “They want me to wear an ankle bracelet but I'm too chicken. I have a lot of family around.”

  “So you're embarrassed?”

  “Not really, but it's private.”

  “Which is why you didn't answer me today.”

  She grinned at him. She was stroking him. She reached over with her other hand and grabbed his free one, placing it on her pussy.

  His hand froze but she pressed her hand over his.

  “It's okay,” she said. “They're doing it over there.”

  He drew a breath and began playing.

  Julia hummed contentedly.

  They could hear them talking on the other side, but couldn't make out their words over the surf. Whatever they were saying was punctuated by a lot of gasps and moans.

  Tom had to admit, this was really turning him on – knowing they were doing something sexual without knowing exactly what. That he had Mark's wife with him doing the same things balanced the thing out, somehow. He felt no jealousy, only excitement. And Julia's hand felt very good on his erection.

  Suddenly, Diane's moans and gasps came together and she said, “Unh, yes!”

  Tom knew she was cumming. It sounded very sexy. “She's cumming,” he said to Julia.

  “Wow,” she said. She spread her legs wider giving him better access.

  Her pussy felt really good. Nice and small, wet, and warm. He could faintly hear the wet sounds his fingers were making.

  She leaned over to him. “Did it turn you on knowing she came on my husband's fingers?”

  He wasn't sure. He thought it did, but when he thought about it, he felt possessive.

  “Faster,” she said.

  He leaned over and began working two of his fingers in and out of her pussy.

  She moaned loud, her head thrown back. Her body began quivering. Then she began making groaning grunts, her pussy clamping on his fingers.

  She's cumming on my fingers. Tom was surprised at how sexy it felt to make Mark's wife cum. He knew Mark could hear it.

  Julia began stroking him faster. He leaned back, letting her jack him.

  On the other side, Mark moaned, panting, and began grunting as if lifting really heavy weights. He was cumming to Diane's strokes.

  Instantly, Tom felt his orgasm explode with no warning. Everything tensed up and shot. “Aghh...” He called out.

  “Wow,” Julia said. “It's just disappearing into the dark it's shooting so far.”

  “Is it raining?” Mark said.

  Julia giggled. “You hit my husband.”

  Tom laughed, relieved at having cum.

  There would be no laughing the next night.

  CHAPTER 8 – Night 3

  That night, after the bonfire, Tom crawled into bed next to Diane. “Sounded like you two had a little too much fun over there tonight.”

  “Relax, would you? It was just some teasing. Anyway, it sounded like you did the same thing.”

  Tom was quiet.

  “Was that your cum hitting Mark?”

  “Well, I think so.”

  “Uh huh. Too much fun, huh?”

  “I came hearing you cum.”

  Diane arched an eyebrow at him. “I was already done cumming. It was Mark who was cumming.” She reached down and felt his cock.

  He tried to will it to be small and uninterested.

  “What did it for you? That he came or that it was my hand making him cum?”

  He gasped, his cock twitching. “I guess it was earlier, when I first saw you jacking his dick with the oil. It looked good. Like it was alright.”

  “So you like me stroking him?”

  “Yeah, I guess I do.”

  “And making him cum?”

  “Yes. Just don't go any farther. I d
on't want you fucking him.”

  “Okay, then. Teasing only.”

  He heard a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

  ~ ~ ~ - Day 4

  The next morning Tom settled up the ice chest with a better mix of vodka and water. It was noon again by the time everyone headed down to the beach.

  It was hot on their fourth day, and they sat under the umbrellas drinking icy vodka until the lure of the water was too strong.

  “Not wearing my glasses this time.” Tom pulled them off.

  “Yeah, water, bad idea.” Julia pulled hers off and placed them next to his.

  The four of them walked down to the water and waded in. The rushing water felt cool and good.

  “We definitely need to do this again next year,” Mark said.

  “Coming from him,” Julia said, “that's high endorsement.”

  For vacationing or for more of Diane's cock-stroking? Tom thought the latter.

  Julia grabbed his hand as if to keep from falling. She steadied herself but didn't let go.

  That was fine with Tom, he liked her hand. He liked her touch. He liked her size, too. With her glasses off, her eyes looked normal, except the one was pointed off slightly in another direction. Still, they were pretty and blue and her smile lit them up like twinkling stars.

  Their water time was not long and even Diane and Mark splashed around only a little. Coming back to the umbrellas, Tom sat wet in his trunks. He didn't bother with the towel; it was just too warm.

  Julia toweled next to him.

  Diane looked up at the sun. “I guess a little sunning will be okay. Mark, would you oil me up?”

  Mark glanced over at Tom as he got up.

  Tom pretended not to have noticed.

  “Sure,” Mark said. “I'll sun with you.”

  Diane slipped out of her bikini, and stood naked.

  “You look better every time I see you,” Mark said.

  Tom gave his wife a smile. She was beautiful. Her hips were just wide enough to balance her large boobs. I can't blame him for complimenting her, can I? He found he was pleased his wife earned Mark's appreciation.

  Diane winked at him.

  He made fresh drinks and placed them out.

  He and Julia started on theirs, watching the other two.

  Diane laid face down in the sun. Mark, still in his trunks, knelt over her and began applying oil. She hummed happily as his strong hands kneaded her back and shoulders. He climbed over her legs and sat on the backs of her knees. His rubbing took on more of a body massage. He knew his business.

  Julia took a good swig. “I might sun, too, in a little bit. If you'll oil me up.” She gave him a sly look.

  Tom's heart beat a little faster. “I... Sure, of course. Would love to.”

  Julia blushed. “You're so nice.”

  Trying to act all gentlemanly, he couldn't hide the growing lump in his shorts and that caused him to blush, too.

  They watched Mark slide down and begin oiling her butt cheeks. Or massaging them. Or groping them. He seemed to be doing it all. His cock was stretching his trunks out. He laughed and got up. “First woman I can't massage with clothes on.” He slipped his trunks off.

  Tom watched the bobbing cock as Mark knelt back down over Diane. It laid on the backs of her knees as he worked lower.

  “Flip,” Mark said.

  Diane turned, grinning at his erection.

  Tom had to agree, the thing was just impressive.

  “It's just too big,” Julia whispered.

  “It is?” Tom said.

  “It hurts when we...”

  “Oh?”

  She nodded.

  Mark oiled Diane from the legs up. His fingers massaged her thighs and he scooted up. His cock was a missile pointing at her crotch. He took time oiling around her waist and pussy. His fingers dipped between her thighs and Diane moaned. A finger toyed around her clit and then Mark was moving up again.

  Tom found his breathing becoming ragged as he watched his wife squirm and Mark's cock advance on her pussy. It was close, an inch away. But when he scooted up again, he lifted his shaft over her pussy mound and laid it over it.

  Diane hummed.

  Tom watched his wife tilt her hips up. At that angle, he imagined that her clit would be in contact with the underside Mark's cock. Rubbing it with excruciating slowness.

  Julia whispered, “Is this turning you on?”

  There was no way he could hide his erection, but he didn't answer.

  Mark spent a lot of time on her boobs. Finally he finished her shoulders and leaned forward. He gave her a kiss on her lips. His erection was angled down into her flat belly. When he pulled up and got off, a silvery string of pre-cum stretched from the head of his dick to her stomach.

  Tom almost moaned. Instead he took a huge gulp.

  “Nasty, isn't it?” Julia said.

  He chuckled.

  Mark lay down and Diane began oiling his back. She straddled over him and did her best to massage his back like he had done to her.

  “Ah, nice,” Mark said.

  Tom's cock twitched when his wife said, “Over.”

  Mark flipped, his erection bulging.

  Diane worked up, as he had. When she got to his penis, she scooted up onto his thighs. Her pussy was an inch away from his balls. She stroked him a few times, but then stopped. She began oiling his upper torso.

  “That was fast,” Mark said.

  “I wasn't done.”

  “Oh.”

  She leaned farther to reach his shoulders and scooted with it.

  Tom felt dizzy with lust. His wife's pussy made contact with Mark's balls and then slid up his shaft. She had it pinned down, but she would be feeling the length of his cock between her pussy lips.

  She was done, however, and scooted back. The contact had lasted a few seconds.

  For some reason, Tom felt a measure of disappointment along with the relief.

  Diane sat back again, gripping Mark's cock with two hands. She began stroking it and squeezing, up and down.

  Mark moaned happily.

  Julia leaned over and rubbed Tom's crotch through his trunks. “Take those off and let's join them in the sun.”

  He got up and undressed. Julia did the same and his eyes roamed over her body. He wondered again how Mark ever got his cock into her.

  Diane handed him the oil.

  He oiled his hand and began low on Julia. He worked up the backs of her legs, his eyes at that dark cleft deep between her thighs that was her pussy. Was it big enough to let Mark in? It didn't look like it.

  She laid there with a big grin on her face.

  Diane kept stroking on Mark's shaft, but gave her husband another wink.

  When he got to her back he noticed his penis pointing along her thighs towards her pussy. Could he sneak in a touch? He scooted forward a little more and felt the head nestle between her thighs and up against her butt cheeks. Slowly, Julia tilted her hips, aligning her pussy with his cock.

  Diane and Mark were still playing. She with his dick and he with her tits.

  Tom inched forward and felt Julia's moisture on the head of his shaft. Mark's voice startled him.

  “Come a little closer.” He was trying to reach Diane's boobs without stretching too far.

  Tom pulled back in a hurry to keep from being noticed.

  Diane scooted forward. Her pussy came in contact with Mark's balls again and then slid up against the shaft while she stroked. She began moving her hips, her clit bumping and rubbing Mark's cock.

  Julia turned her head and looked at Diane. “Are you having fun with my husband's dick?”

  Tom's mouth dropped open, but Diane started laughing.

  She leaned back a little, showing the contact. Her hips moved a little more suggestively. “I guess I am.”

  Watching his wife's familiar form move so that her pussy stroked up and down against another man's shaft was like nothing he had ever seen. He shook his head and said in a shaky voice, “Okay
, flip.”

  Julia squirmed and turned under him. He was up on his knees, his cock out and throbbing over her shins. She stared at it, her mouth a little open. Her thighs moved apart suggestively.

  Tom didn't think she was aware. He oiled her legs and moved up. He felt pressure as he got to her thighs – she was trying to part them more but was constrained by his legs on either side of hers. He oiled her hips and pussy, running his fingers all over it. Over her clit, over her trimmed bush and all over her pussy lips. They were soft and fleshy, leaking juices. He rubbed them all over and then poked a finger inside.

  Julia groaned loudly and he froze, realizing he was mauling her pussy.

  Mark leaned up. “You're going to have to show me that massage technique.” His voice was playful, but there was a warning look in his eyes.

  Diane giggled.

  Tom felt his face redden. He finished oiling Julia as fast as he could, though he slowed down a little to toy with Julia's nipples. He slid his hands along her arms and oiled her hands as they twined together. He felt her wedding ring. His cock throbbed.

  They rearranged themselves and Tom gratefully laid over his embarrassingly hard penis.

  She oiled him up and his nerves settled, luxuriating in the feel of her slick hands massaging him. She squeezed his butt and moved up, making long strokes with her palms up his back and then raking fingernails down.

  He moaned. “That feels really good.”

  “So does this,” Mark said.

  He looked over. His wife was rubbing her very swollen pussy against his shaft. Her hand held his cock upright and she moved her hips up and down.

  “Looks like fun,” he said. What else was he supposed to say?

  Mark winked. “It is.”

  “Over, then,” said Julia.

  He turned over, his dick leaking juices everywhere. He both dreaded what was coming and was anxious to feel her grip his cock. She worked up and imitated Diane. She passed over his erection with a stroke or two and finished up the rest of him first. As she was doing his arms and hands, she leaned down and kissed him.

  He could feel her pussy resting on the head of his cock as she leaned forward. The angle was wrong but he suddenly felt very good with his manhood touching her pussy. It didn't feel wrong. It didn't feel bad. It felt right and happy.