Beach Swing

by Laran Mithras

  She stopped the kiss and whispered, “I sure would love to feel you in me.”

  A flash of panic went through him. If she slammed her pussy down on him, they would all blame him.

  But she didn't. She scooted back and mimicked Diane's position. She pressed her pussy up against his cock and started stroking it.

  Ohhh this feels too good. He tried to relax. He tried to think of missing packing slips or of number counts that didn't match up. He thought of taxes and the IRS. He thought of a flat tire with no spare a hundred miles from anywhere.

  It worked. Then he looked over at Diane. He almost came again.

  Her feet were on either side of Mark's shoulders but her knees were pressed together over him. She was using them to thrust her hips up and down. Mark's erection was firmly gripped between her thighs, right up against her pussy. She lifted up and down, his cock appearing, pushing up through her pussy lips and over her clit. Then down as she lifted, the head nestled against her hole. Mark had a hold on her thighs, pulling them down against him.

  But it wasn't Tom that came, it was Mark. Thick ropes of cum shot up a few inches out of that cock and landed all over Diane's bush and thighs.

  She squealed and got off, but her pussy was already soaked. Mark shot another five thick ropes into the air.

  Tom grinned, trying not to laugh. But he saw his wife there, looking beautiful, with Mark's cum dripping off her pussy.

  Tom would be seeing that again.

  CHAPTER 8 -Night 4

  Dinner was jovial, a simple stew and good company. Tom felt relaxed from all the vodka. “I don't really want to go home. Maybe we can comb the beach and find a treasure chest from some Spanish galleon.”

  Julia gave him a half smile. “That's the East coast.”

  “Nuts.”

  Diane gave Mark a look. “I don't think Mister Gym Owner here could handle being away for more than a week.”

  “Well, I don't know.” Mark was rubbing his chin.

  “See?” Diane threw up her hands.

  Julia snickered.

  “You need a spanking.” Mark's eyebrows wiggled.

  “Again?” She had gotten one every night so far.

  Tom rose. “Go spank her. Julia and I will clean up and prepare the ice chest.” They had decided the bonfire was fun and repeatable.

  “Come here, you brat,” Mark grabbed Diane.

  She squealed, pinching at him.

  He lifted her bodily and hauled her to the living room.

  “You think they're okay?” Tom said.

  Julia looked at him through those thick glasses. “You've seen them. Do you think they're okay?”

  Tom had noticed that when they weren't touching each other's crotches, they really didn't have all that much to say to one another. Both seemed to be enjoying each other, having fun, and wanting more, but their interests didn't match all that well. “I don't know. I guess so.”

  They heard three whacks in the living room.

  Finishing with the bowls, Tom filled the ice chest and grabbed the matches. “Ready?”

  Julia winked at him.

  Putting down the ice chest, he came over to her and pulled her into a hug. The living room was silent. He kissed her, his tongue spearing into her mouth to wrestle with hers. She melted against him, pressing herself to his body and moaning in the kiss.

  He liked kissing Mark's wife. It was fun, sexy, and she liked it. He knew who she was, but didn't really know her. A kiss or a masturbation between them seemed free, easy, and without the stress of fusing two separate people into a twenty-four hour per day relationship.

  The round the clock relationship was rewarding on its own, as evidenced by how much he and Diane loved each other. They knew how each other operated and thought. They could predict what each other would do or say.

  But a friend like Julia had its extra rewards for both. For both him and for Julia. She seemed really happy to have someone pay attention to her in addition to her husband, even if for a short time.

  Was it wrong to bring some extra pleasure as he did into her marriage to Mark?

  She pulled him into the living room, holding her finger to her lips. She had peeked on them a moment before.

  On the couch, Diane was still laid across Mark's lap. Sort of. He was shifted to the side, his hand around his cock. Her floor-side leg was on the floor supporting her. Her legs were open and Mark was rubbing the head of his erection all over her bikini - where her pussy was. He was muttering, whispering, “Yeah, that's good. Yeah.”

  “I think they're having fun,” Julia said. She was not quiet about it.

  Diane and Mark jumped up off the couch and both turned a little red. “How dare you sneak up on us,” she said.

  “Sneak?” Tom look confused.

  Mark had stuffed most of his cock back in his trunks. “Well, then, we ready?”

  They walked down to the firepit they had made in the dimming light. They didn't have much time.

  Mark and Tom set off at a run to gather what wood they could before it was dark.

  With the fire going, Mark grabbed Diane and herded her to the other side. He didn't ask and Diane just giggled.

  Tom made drinks and set them on the lid. “Drinks ready.”

  Diane, still giggling, came around the fire. She was still wearing her bottoms and towel, but her breasts were bare.

  Julia raised her eyebrows and let them fall.

  They heard them talking and laughing over there on the other side. They could see their faces, huddled together over the flames.

  By the second drink, the flames were gone and the pit glowing with embers. It was enough to see Julia, barely, but looking across light into darkness was almost blinding. At best, they could make out Mark and Diane's shapes but only dimly.

  They heard “Ooops” and “Sorry.”

  “Drinks, when you're ready,” Tom said.

  “Ooo.” From Diane. She came around the pit, empty cups in hand. She was completely naked.

  Julia gave Tom a look and then looked back to Diane.

  How was he supposed to read that? What did Julia's looks mean? He made the drinks and handed them back to his wife. He watched her beautiful ass sway back around the pit into the darkness.

  He sat back down next to Julia. She pulled his head to the side and kissed him. She was so earnest and wanting to please. He kissed her back and the kiss went on. He reached his hand across and brushed her slowly from her chest down to her pussy. Her legs widened at the approach of his hand.

  They heard giggling on the other side, then silence.

  He brought his hand back up and slowly raised it to her head, cupping it and twining his fingers in her curls. He loved the feel of her silky hair and her tongue danced with his in a flare of passion.

  Then they heard it.

  A sharp gasp, followed by, “Unh, yes.”

  It was the sound his wife made when he pushed his cock into her.

  Tom broke the kiss with Julia. He froze and everything in him tensed. He couldn't see them. Was his wife being violated right now? Were her legs splayed open and her pussy opening to admit Mark's cock? He opened his mouth to speak, but only a croak came out.

  He heard a grunt from Mark and panting from Diane.

  He got up.

  Diane said, “No, wait, wait, wait. It's too big. Too big, wait.”

  Tom's panic grew a little anger with it. “Are you two fucking?”

  Silence.

  Then Mark spoke, breathless. “Nah, just teasing.”

  “Yes, hun,” said Diane. Her voice was shaking and she panted in between words. “Just teasing. Just teasing.”

  Teasing? She never sounded like that during foreplay, only when taking his cock.

  Julia pulled him back down and put an arm around his shoulder. She massaged him as the sounds picked back up. “It's okay,” she said.

  Tom heard Mark grunting and Diane panting with a few moans in between. Exactly like sex.

  “Hey,” Julia said.
“It's alright.”

  He whispered to her. “That doesn't sound like teasing to me.”

  Mark let out a long “Ahh.” Then, “You did it.”

  Diane gasped. “I did? So full. So full. Wait. Unh, yes.”

  “What can they be doing other than fucking?” Tom felt violated.

  Julia gripped his arm and shook it. “It's alright.”

  He looked at her in the dim glow of embers. “It's alright if your husband has his cock in my wife?”

  “They might just be teasing, but I've known he's wanted to do her for a couple years now.”

  On the other side, in the darkness, sounds of flesh slapping drifted.

  “How do you like being teased?” Mark said.

  Diane's moans tried to turn into words.

  Then her moans were muffled, as if she were being kissed. The flesh-slapping went on and on.

  Julia climbed over him and straddled his lap, looking deep into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do me,” she said in a whisper. She moved her swimsuit aside.

  Distracted be her, Tom felt himself grow hard. This timid little housewife wanted his cock?

  She reached down and pulled his trunk down far enough to expose his cock. It erected, fast. She gripped it, stroking, scooting closer.

  He felt dizzy, overcome with lust. He felt her rub the head of his shaft against her moist pussy and he knew he wanted her. Growling, he pulled her towards him, his cock spearing, parting and entering her pussy. She held her breath, quivering, as he sank in. Her moan was muffled, against his neck. Then she was moving her hips, fucking him in conjunction with his movements, fucking as one.

  She whispered into his ear. “Oh, this is wonderful, thank you.”

  “I thought you had Mark and a couple other men--”

  “He won't let any man fuck me without a condom. I get weary of the pain of his size or the feel of rubber from others.”

  “Condoms, huh? We don't have any.”

  “He doesn't want any other man cumming in me. We'll have to be quiet about this.”

  They moved together, his cock sliding neatly in and out of her pussy while they listened to Mark and Diane pant and moan.

  Diane spoke, her voice reacting as if being thrust into with hard strokes every two seconds. “Unh... Oh this... feels good... Unh... So full... So full...” Her panting quickened. “I'm going to... cum.”

  “Yeah, baby,” Mark said. The slaps and grunts increased.

  “Unh, yes! Deeper. Harder.” Her wail of orgasm was full of satisfaction

  Tom and Julia reacted on their own, no words spoken. Both frantically humped their hips at each other.

  Julia moaned, feverishly.

  Sounds from the other side stopped.

  Mark said, “You two aren't fucking are you? I don't want anyone fucking my wife.”

  Tom called out. “No, man, we're just teasing each other.” He thrust his cock deep and Julia sighed contentedly. His erection expanded. He felt the thrill of talking to Mark while his cock was fucking Mark's wife.

  Was Mark feeling the same thing? Was his cock in Diane right now? Was what sounded like fucking really fucking? Was Mark as turned on as he was to be talking to him in a wife-swap neither was sure was happening?

  The slaps returned, faster, harder.

  Diane whimpered in pleasure.

  Julia pumped her hips again and kissed him to muffle her moans of orgasm. Her whole body trembled and convulsed on him. The slick feel of her pussy fitting so well over his cock threw him over the edge. His seed shot up into her.

  She broke the kiss. “Oh wow. I can feel it.”

  On the other side, Mark growled and then started grunting hard. “Ah, yes. Phenomenal pussy. Yes. Take it. Take it all.”

  After a couple seconds of grunting, Diane said, “Oh my goodness, there's so much.”

  Tom wasn't sure if Mark had actually fucked Diane or if he had just fucked her thighs like earlier. But he had heard his wife saying something about being full. His fingers? Or his large penis?

  Julia whispered, “Thank you. It's so nice to have a normal sized dick without a rubber for once.”

  “You felt really good.”

  Her smile was wide and happy. “You can't tell Mark this.”

  “Even if he just fucked my wife?”

  She gave him a look. “You know how he is.”

  “Yeah, the fitness types are all rather arrogant.”

  She nodded.

  ~ ~ ~ - Night 4

  Tom watched her get into bed. He was leaning up on an elbow, giving her the eyebrow.

  “What?” said Diane.

  “So, was that sex I heard tonight?”

  She froze, then resumed getting into bed, saying quickly. “Don't be silly; it was just teasing.”

  “Oh really.” He reached under the covers towards her pussy.

  She got a panicked look on her face and tried to fend off his hand.

  “Mm hmm,” he said.

  She blew out a breath. “Okay, fine. Yes, he fucked me.”

  “I thought so.”

  “I wanted it. I wanted to feel it in me just once instead of teasing me.”

  He reached into her panties.

  She tried to stop him but gave up. “I'm a little sore.”

  He felt her pussy. The lips were swollen, puffy and wet. “He came on you?”

  She didn't say anything.

  He inserted his fingers into an ocean of juices. “He came in you?”

  “I didn't think it would be so much.”

  “There weren't condoms--”

  “No. He wanted to feel me without condoms. He hates them.”

  “He fucked you and came in you?” He was incredulous. “What if you get preg--”

  “I think I'm okay this week.”

  “You think?”

  “I should be okay. It's getting close--”

  “You think this is a smart way--”

  “We only have two full days left. I want to feel his cock and experience it while we're here. I don't want to mess that up with condoms..”

  “You really want to risk getting pregnant just so--”

  Diane sighed. “Look, the odds of me getting pregnant have to be pretty slim.”

  “You're going to ovulate--”

  “I should be fine.”

  “You're sure?”

  She hesitated. “I think so.”

  She would be ovulating on their last full day at the beach house.

  CHAPTER 9 - Day 5

  The day was cooler, breezier. Tom placed the nearly empty vodka bottle in the chest. He would need to go get more before they started any serious drinking. He looked up as Mark came into the kitchen.

  Should he say something? But could he? What if he came off all accusatory only to find out Julia had spilled her own beans last night, too?

  “Hey, buddy,” Mark said. He had an eager look on his face, personable and open. “I'm sorry I ripped her bikini last night. I guess those straps are pretty thin.”

  Tom had seen the ripped bikini bottoms. They were useless. Diane was wearing her bikini top and a towel. He imagined Mark tearing at her bikini, cock throbbing, so he could fuck her. “Yeah, they were pretty skimpy.”

  “Look,” Mark said. He frowned, as if thinking over a serious matter. Then nodded as if making a serious business decision. “All this teasing and stuff--”

  Like fucking? “Yes?”

  “I'm not trying to take your wife or anything. Whew, there. I said it.”

  There was something hard about that? “Yes?”

  “I just mean I'm having fun is all. She's beautiful and everything with some very nice tits, but she's not my type.”

  Was that supposed to relieve me? He just wants to fuck her and use her and it's all okay, buddy? But he knew he had his own secret with Julia. She had responded to him passionately, with lust and... more?

  Mark clapped him on the shoulder and gave him a wink. “Anyway, I better get down there for my afternoo
n oiling.”

  Tom watched him go - heading down to have his wife oil up his body and stroke his cock with her hands and pussy. He finished the ice chest and went down last.

  His wife was oiling Mark first. She was already telling him to flip.

  Julia winked at him and gave him her bright and pretty smile. He sat next to her and broke out the contents of the chest.

  “I'll need to go get more,” he said.

  “I'll go with you again.”

  Diane was making fast work of the oiling. Within moments, she was done and had both hands stroking Mark's erection.

  Tom turned his head to Julia and whispered. “Did you tell him...?”

  Her eyes got big. “Heavens, no. Why would I do that?”

  He thrust his chin at Diane. “She confirmed they fucked.”

  She nodded and took a drink. “I figured they would.”

  “And you're sure that doesn't bother you?”

  “Sounded like they had fun.”

  “But--”

  “And we had our own fun.” She looked at him, eyes large in those glasses.

  He shifted uncomfortably.

  Diane had pushed her pussy up against Mark's cock and squeezed her thighs shut. She moved her hips up and down, stroking his shaft with her pussy.

  “But that's another woman's pussy--”

  “And he has a friend come over once a month for me. That's another man's cock.”

  “That's not the same.”

  Her big eyes behind the glasses got bigger. “Oh? Are you going to tell me it's okay for a man to have his cock all over the place but the woman better never share her pussy?”

  “That's not what I said.”

  “But it is, really. The perspective might change but it is the same thing. It takes a cock and a pussy to do some fucking. If a pussy can be all over the place with different men, then each of those cocks are all over the place with different women.”

  That sort of made sense. He grunted.

  She tilted her head as if not sure he understood. “Look, if he shares me with Gino once a month, some woman is sharing Gino with me.”

  “I find it odd he shares you at all.”

  She shook her head, her little curls swinging. “But you get turned on by this.” She pointed to his wife and her husband.