Beach Swing

by Laran Mithras

  Mark stopped playing with her. “You two aren't fucking, remember? No fucking.”

  Diane hoped they were.

  Tom's voice came, breathing heavy. “Just teasing… buddy.”

  She knew her Tom; he had just insulted Mark. She stifled a giggle. She could just make out Julia's form, still straddling him, but she couldn't tell if her friend was moving or not. She hoped they were fucking. She wanted so desperately for her husband to find something fun in her friend, something sexy in a sharing that went both ways. She also wanted her friend to experience her husband, enjoying a moment of pleasure with him that she could remember when thinking of them. A man shared, a secret shared, and a firmer friendship.

  She wanted Tom's penis in Julia, thrusting, causing passion and pleasure. She wanted that bond with Julia.

  The gasps were louder now, on the other side.

  “Do you think they're fucking?” Mark whispered.

  She sure hoped they were. “Nah. Nothing to worry about. My Tom's a good guy.”

  She heard the familiar groan from Tom. He was cumming. I hope it's in Julia.

  ~ ~ ~ night 5

  Tom watched Diane get into bed. How many times had she been fucked? Three times today alone? He reached over to hug her and run his hand down to her pussy. He was lucky to cum twice. Three times would have him walking funny and unable to perform the next day. Mark seemed to be able to screw all day long.

  “Ooo, honey, not tonight. I'm a bit sore.”

  “No worries, I was just going to play.”

  “Yeah, I want to save it for Mark tomorrow, being it's our last full day here.”

  “Oh, alright then.”

  She didn't want him hurt. She rolled over to him and hugged him. “You can have all you want when we get home.”

  He thought about Julia at that moment. What was she doing? Was Mark demanding sex of her, too? Making her hurt?

  He had made love to her again by the fire just two hours before, his cock up far in her wonderfully fitting pussy.

  He wondered how that had all worked out as it had. His Diane could take all of Mark's cock and loved it. Julia could take all of his and loved it. How had their sexual partners been so crossed?

  Did he love Julia? Did Julia love him? For some reason, those thoughts didn't feel right, and he was disappointed.

  CHAPTER 11 – Day 6

  Tom's breakfast sat warming. “I think they went into the shower together.”

  Julia kicked a foot, looking him up and down. “He said he wanted to. I wish we could. But he would be suspicious. He knows I like to make love in the shower.”

  Tom hardened at the thought of getting the little Julia into the shower.

  They heard thumping from the bathroom a moment after the water started. Squeaky thumps, like two people getting into the tub enclosure.

  He sighed. “When can we...”

  Her smile lit up her glasses-large eyes. “We'll have to sneak one or two in.”

  “It doesn't bother you, sneaking--”

  “It does. But he's being unfair. Not sharing me with you is an insult to you and I think he's wrong.”

  “An insult, why?”

  “Because we always do things together. He's being selfish. He should be sharing me with you since you are sharing your wife with him.”

  “Well, maybe it's just the condom thing.” But he felt that wasn't true.

  She shook her head. “We could have gone for condoms at any time. He never suggested it.”

  “Then why?”

  “I don't know. Maybe he doesn't want to have to think about it while he has his ultimate fantasy: big tits.”

  “That other couple? The woman doesn't have--”

  “Nope.”

  “Hmm.” He could see that, maybe. He thought. He guessed.

  They heard a different thumping now, and Diane's moans coming from the bathroom.

  “Her fertile time is close.” He frowned.

  Julia chuckled. “Mark won't use condoms. He hates them. And he cums a lot.”

  “I know, I've seen. It's incredible.”

  “Hopefully it isn't today, then,” she said.

  “I'm not sure.”

  “That would be interesting.”

  Tom raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

  “What if I had your baby and she had his?”

  “Did you ever think maybe we got paired wrong--”

  “Don't even go there. I love Mark and I know you love Diane. If sex between us is good, then let's just enjoy it and not ruin other things.”

  He grunted, embarrassed.

  She got up and hugged him. “You're sweet, and Diane is lucky to have you.”

  They heard Diane's wail of orgasm from the bathroom.

  They came out, several minutes later, wrapped in towels.

  Sitting down to breakfast, Mark said, “You two go on down after breakfast. I think I'm going to keep Diane here in the bedroom for a bit.”

  Tom looked at his wife. She was looking up at Mark with glazed eyes, anticipating. I guess that gives Julia and I free beach reign to make love. I am going to fuck the living daylights out of your wife, Mark, while you fuck mine. “Sure thing.”

  He and Julia cleaned up after breakfast. They heard the bedroom door shut and Diane giggle. Then they heard the bedsprings creak. Then silence.

  What was he doing with my wife in the bedroom? Kissing? Oral? He filled the ice chest. “Ready?”

  Julia wiggled her eyebrows and took his arm.

  As they slid open the deck door, they heard Diane in the bedroom.

  “Unh, yes. Give it to me.”

  Penetrated.

  The bed started to squeak.

  It made Tom's dick swell knowing what they were doing.

  Less than a half hour later, Julia was thrusting her naked pussy back and forth in desperate and fast jerks of her hips. She kneaded his chest as she worked her pussy on his erection. Her eyes were closed, mouth open, glasses making her eyebrows large from his angle of view.

  He had his hands on her small butt, pulling her and feeling her thin muscles flex and relax. It felt very, very good. Her pussy was milky and smooth, all hot and the most perfect fit for his cock.

  But he knew she wasn't interested in developing anything. And other than sex, he found she didn't have interests that really had any draw to him. Sewing? FEMA camps?

  He tossed her over, determined to take his due in this unpermitted and unspoken swap. He rammed his cock into her and pounded her pussy. He said, half whisper, half out loud and half to the air around them, “I'm fucking your wife, Mark. I'm not wearing a condom and it feels great. I love fucking your wife.” He grunted and she moaned, her head moving from side to side. “And she loves it and is fucking me back.”

  Julia writhed under him, and then clawed his shoulders, deep. Pain flared. Then she clawed his back, painfully. She cried out, loud, and bucked underneath his furious thrusts. She was cumming.

  He grunted, thrusting harder, feeling the tip of his cock touching the end of her canal, filling her perfectly. He shot his sperm into her as she clutched him and convulsed.

  He collapsed into her arms, panting, bleeding from the scratches of lust.

  ~ ~ ~ - Day 6

  Tom left the icechest. It was still fairly well stocked. He led Julia up the path to go make dinner.

  Mark and Diane had never come down. He had gone up once to use the bathroom and could hear them talking in the bedroom about vacationing more together.

  They entered the house and it was quiet.

  He began preparing their last dinner together on what turned out to be the most relaxing and sexually charged vacation any of them had ever had.

  Mark came out, a delirious-looking Diane hanging onto his arm. He gave Julia a kiss. He said to Tom, “Shame we weren't here longer.”

  Diane's look was glazed, as if drunk, but she had not had any today. She looked amazed, incredulous.

  “It sure has been an experience,” he said.


  “I guess you're an okay guy and all,” Mark said. “Maybe next year I might share Julia with you. I'll have to give it some thought.”

  Don't strain yourself. Didn't you hear your wife's cries of passion as I rammed her silly? He turned to slice the meat from the roast.

  “Oh, hey, dude, those are some nasty scratches. Did my wife...?”

  Diane giggled. “Looks like she marked him up good.”

  Mark huffed. “Did he fuck you, Julia?”

  Tom glanced at Mark's wife.

  Her eyes were wide and innocent, her tone airy and dismissive. “He teased me. He's good at it and I liked it.”

  Mark's eyebrows were down, his face deep in thought.

  Diane poked Mark. “She did a good job. Those look very nice on his back.”

  Mark grunted. “Let's get your spanking out of the way.”

  Tom served up the roast.

  They heard one whack.

  Tom pre-cleaned the kitchen and then said to Julia, “Are you ever going to tell him?”

  “I doubt it.”

  “You'd think he wouldn't be so uptight after already sharing you--”

  “He doesn't like to think too far ahead. I think the couple and Gino is enough for him.”

  Diane moaned from the living room.

  “They're doing it again?” he said.

  Julia gave him a grin. “He can make love a dozen times a day that I've seen, though he needs a breather the next day.”

  “A breather?”

  They walked out to the living room.

  Diane was sprawled on the couch, her legs down and spread, her head angled up against the backrest – as if she had slid down from a sitting position. Or been pulled.

  Mark was slowly pumping his cock into her. His legs were spread out wide, feet on the floor. His butt flexed slowly, thrusting in. His balls would balloon when he was all the way in. But he pushed more, trying for an extra inch of penetration.

  Tom listened to his wife moan and his cock grew hard. His eyes were glued on that large shaft slowly moving in and out of his wife's pussy.

  Julia whispered to him, “I'm happy for Diane. I didn't know she'd be a good fit for Mark.”

  Mark looked over. “Dinner?”

  Tom waved. “Yeah, no rush.”

  “Okay, I'll just be a moment. She says she can't cum anymore.” He looked back down and began thrusting a little faster, holding it in when he was all the way in.

  Diane moaned, exhausted, but still in bliss.

  The couch began creaking and Mark thrust faster.

  Tom began to pant, seeing that cock diving in and pulling out, his wife's pussy lips all wet with juices and cum making a perfect circle around that erection. It was perfection and his wife was part of it.

  Mark pushed in, shaking, his muscles standing out on his back.

  Diane gasped, panting.

  His balls ballooned and then expanded more as he pushed more of his shaft into Tom's wife. Then he grunted, jerking, and began cumming, sending his thick ropes of sperm into her, adding to the cum from several other orgasms.

  His wife became still, moaning, feeling Mark's seed flood her again. Tom felt her moan, resonating in his soul.

  ~ ~ ~ - Night 6

  Tom came out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. He had figured Mark would be done. Diane still rode her friend's husband. She moved slowly. The wet sounds were loud. “Don't you two ever get tired?”

  His wife's look said she was exhausted.

  Mark had his eyes closed, but opened them. “Oh, yeah, no problem.” He sat up, moving her off. “Give me a minute to finish.”

  Tom watched his wife get laid down and Mark get between her legs. She parted her thighs without comment and his cock was spearing her again.

  Tom pulled off his trunks, getting ready for bed.

  Mark was thrusting, a gentle but deep plowing of Diane's pussy. “You going to stroke?”

  Tom stopped. “Me?”

  “Yeah, it's hot.”

  “Hot? What?”

  “I like the idea ofseeing you stroke as I fuck your wife. It's hot.”

  Six days together and this comes out? “Uh...”

  “Go ahead.”

  He hadn't known Mark liked seeing that. How had he known Tom liked stroking while watching his wife? Or had Mark always liked it when guys stroked while he fucked their wives? “Well, okay, then.” He began fondling himself.

  Mark watched, his mouth open in a pant of lust as he thrust into Diane. “That's it. Jack it.”

  Tom's dick hardened fully and he slid his hand up and down his shaft.

  “Yeah, that's it.” Mark's thrusts changed to time with Tom's stroking. “Do you like seeing me fuck your wife?”

  “Yeah.” His eyes were glued to Mark's penis pumping in and out of his wife's pussy. “It's beautiful.”

  Diane moaned, a very happy sound.

  “Oh yeah,” Mark said, his butt humping faster. “She has an amazing pussy. She can take it all. I've given her nine loads today, I think.”

  “Ten,” said Diane, panting. “This will be eleven.”

  “Oh yeah,” Mark said. “I can feel it building.” He sped up.

  Tom watched his wife's boobs move to the thrusting, working their own circular rhythm. Her hips worked wearily, pushing up to Mark's thrusts.

  “Yeah, buddy. Jack your cock. You like seeing my cock in her?”

  “Yes.” He could feel his orgasm building.

  “You want to see me fuck her more?”

  “Yes.”

  Diane gasped.

  “Do you want my cum in her pussy?”

  Tom almost passed out. He stroked and then squeezed down, his erection bulging. Streams of cum tore out of his cock and splashed Mark's shoulder. He pumped and milked his shaft, more streams shooting out and splashing onto Mark and Diane.

  Mark groaned long and said, “Yeah, that's it.” He sank his cock into Tom's wife and held it there. His butt flexed and clenched, sending more thick ropes of sperm into her pussy. Tom's cum dripped off of his shoulder and down onto Diane's ribs. He kept grunting and flexing, shooting sperm. He gave a final grunt and a deep thrust and then pulled out, satisfied he had shot all his sperm into Diane's pussy.

  Tom knelt on the bed, feeling wiped out.

  Mark clapped him on the shoulder. “That's how we do it, buddy. You jack while I fill your wife.”

  Tom said nothing. He watched Mark leave the room. There was a lake of cum in her pussy and rivers of it running out. Her pussy was very swollen and red.

  She reached for him.

  He laid down next to her.

  “I wanted to save one for you, tonight, but he wanted me all to himself for this day.” She pouted.

  “Oh, that's alright. Julia and I...”

  Her eyes went from tired to bright and tired. “You got to do Julia? And I missed it? Damn.”

  “Did her without a condom, too.”

  “Oh? Well, I'm happy you did, I just wish I could've been there. Maybe if we visit--”

  “I'm not sure we should.”

  She tilted her head.

  Tom looked at the mass of cum leaking out of her. It looked good, but... “Maybe we should only do this once a year.”

  “But why? We could pop on over for a visit--”

  “What would happen and what would have happened if this had been your fertile day?”

  She looked at him, her eyes large. “Actually, today was my fertile day.”

  “Today?” He sat back, stunned.

  “Today.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “Very sure.”

  “When did you know?”

  “I knew before we came on vacation.”

  “I thought--”

  “Once I saw him, his cock, I knew I had to have it, even if it meant having it on a risky day.”

  “But--”

  “I like his cock. I like it in me. I like feeling him fucking me.”

  “Do you want hi
m instead of--”

  “Oh stop it. No. I said I like his cock. I love you and I'm not giving you up.”

  “What if all this--” He reached down and scooped up a blob of Mark's sperm. It dripped off his fingers. “What if you get pregnant?”

  Her eyes looked determined. “Then we'll have to raise his baby.”

  “What?”

  “What else would you have me do? It would bring us all closer together, anyway.”

  “Maybe you were off a day.”

  She shook her head.

  But maybe she was. At least if she was, all the fucking was over. They would be leaving the next day.

  But Tom didn't know Mark wasn't done with Diane yet.

  EPILOGUE – Day 7

  Tom and Diane worked busily beside Mark and Julia laundering and cleaning.

  It seemed like after a week, they had more to take away than they had brought, though they didn't have to worry much about their own laundry, just the sheets.

  He packed their four wheel drive back as it had been, surprised it all fit.

  Mark had already finished and was kissing Diane at the rear seat passenger door.

  The house was clean, everything put away. They would be considered good renters for next year and get a discount.

  “How about a last one - a goodbye romp until next year?” Mark said to Diane.

  Tom raised an eyebrow. If she had been wrong about her fertile day, and this was it, then she should be playing it safe and saying no.

  “I don't know—”

  “I jacked all morning and kept from coming. I have a huge load waiting for you.”

  His wife giggled. “The house is all cleaned up, where--”

  “Right here,” Mark said.

  “Here?”

  Mark didn't answer. Instead he tore at her shorts.

  Tom sighed. “We're supposed to be--”

  Mark looked back. “Don't worry, buddy, this won't take long.”

  While Tom liked seeing his wife fucked by Mark's awesome man-pole, he certainly thought it was all over. For now.

  Julia stood beside him as he watched incredulously. Mark lowered his shorts and rubbed his cock over his wife's bush. “I guess I should have warned you he likes goodbye fucks.”