Surprise Me

by Anita Kidesu

  When they stood, she averted her eyes, afraid what they would read in them. Desire? Longing? Lust? She grasped the top of her coat, holding the fabric to her throat. Lordy, she was terrible. What would Carson think?

  “C’mon, hon. Let’s go,” her husband said, interrupting her sex-filled thoughts.

  Mathers took her hand and, like the other trooper before him, winked. “Ma’am. Sorry for the trouble, but…it’s been a pleasure.” With a quick salute to Carson, he got in his vehicle, checked for traffic, then peeled out onto the freeway.

  “I hope this doesn’t ruin your trip,” Peters said as they got into their car. “Here’s a suggestion, though.” He leaned his elbows on the open window ledge.

  Josie adjusted her seat belt. “What’s that?”

  “When you get to the station, change into something more appropriate for travel. You never know what could happen between here and your destination.” He stepped away from their car. “And, ma’am…”

  “What?”

  “Thank you for the best view I’ve had all day.”

  Josie couldn’t read his expression under the brim of his hat, but she sensed his wink.

  ****

  They rode in silence for a few minutes. Since Carson hadn’t said anything, she figured he was angry with her. A burst of laughter said otherwise.

  Josie slapped him on the arm. “It’s not funny.”

  “In retrospect, it sure as hell is. I can’t believe you actually stripped.” His eyes glittered. “But I sure enjoyed it.”

  He enjoyed it? Enjoyed her exposing herself to other men? Her body tingled. The idea that he was turned on by her undressing in front of the officers raised her level of excitement. Dare she tell him how turned on she was?

  Trooper Mathers was right. The next exit was a short drive away. Before she had a chance to respond to Carson’s strange comment, he pulled into the station, turned off the engine, and turned to her.

  “As much as I hate to admit it, you probably should wear other clothes.” He slipped a finger into the top of the coat and teased her bare breast. “Or at least put something over top of this sexy gear.”

  She shivered, thinking about other fingers doing the same thing at the same time. Where on Earth had thoughts of sex with multiple men come from? Even knowing people might have been watching, she hadn’t wanted to stop. Who knew she was such an exhibitionist? Certainly not her.

  Carson removed his finger and opened the door. “I’ll get your suitcase. I’m sure they have a rest room here.”

  A few minutes later, Josie left the women’s room wearing a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. She set her suitcase next to a bench outside the repair shop and sat. Carson talked with a man wearing grease-stained jeans and a T-shirt that may once have been white but was now gray.

  So far, this week of surprising each other had had some interesting moments. Finding out she harbored buried thoughts of other men having sex with her and Carson had been the most surprising of all.

  As if reading her mind, Carson glanced over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows. He eyed her from head to foot, interrupted what the other man was saying, and strolled over. “You’re hot no matter what you’re wearing.”

  The lust in his gaze drew her into thoughts of tangled sheets, bodies wrapped in wild embraces, and multiple orgasms. “Oh,” was all she managed to say.

  “Jason over there says he can fix the tire in an hour or so. We can go to the restaurant across the street, and he’ll flag us down when it’s finished.” He put the suitcase in the trunk, returned to link his fingers with hers, and led her across the street.

  An hour later, after paying the bill, Carson asked her to drive, giving her plenty of time to mull over the revelation that she’d like having more than one man in bed with her. As she drove and watched her husband sleep, she wondered what his reaction would be if she told him—which she never would. She loved being married. No way would she jeopardize that for a kinky fantasy.

  Chapter Six

  Carson patted his stomach and downed the rest of his beer. After finally arriving on the island just before dinnertime, they’d dropped their bags at the hotel and headed to Big Al’s, an eating establishment known for their large shrimp. Now that his stomach was sated, he hoped to satisfy another part of his anatomy.

  “Let’s go for a walk on the beach.” Even though the day’s events had worn him out, he seemed to be riding on a high. He didn’t know if it came from thoughts of those troopers watching his wife or what.

  Something about Josie had changed during the time on the side of the road. With each opened button, she had seemed to sway like she was moving to music in her head. Her flushed cheeks had grown even pinker as she licked her lips. Had she enjoyed exposing herself to the men? For sure, it had excited him. His heart raced, cock straining against his shorts, and his balls tightened. What the hell would she think if she knew the whole thing had turned him on?

  Now, a walk seemed a relaxing way to end the day. What could go wrong on the beach?

  A walk on the beach. Something he could never had said in Wisconsin. In February. A few days before Valentine’s Day.

  “Sounds romantic,” Josie said, giving him a quick kiss.

  After driving back to the hotel, Carson opened the trunk.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting a blanket. I have this urge to make love to my beautiful wife on the beach.”

  Josie’s smile radiated her love. She slipped her hand through the crook of his elbow and pressed her breast to his arm. “Sounds like a great idea.”

  Ten minutes later, Carson was ready to throw the blanket in the ocean. It was the parking incident all over again. Either Josie thought there was too much light, not enough coverage to hide them from the moon’s rays, or they were too close to a hotel. With so many of them along the beach, how the hell were they going to find a spot where there wasn’t a hotel or one of their guests taking an evening stroll?

  He wondered how many others were searching for a place for sex on the beach. At one point, they were certain they’d found the perfect place, only to be interrupted by another couple’s amorous noises. Perfect for someone else, but not them.

  “There has to be some place we can go, and I don’t mean in the car in the parking lot,” Josie said. “I don’t want to go back to the hotel, either.”

  Carson looked down at her feet. She wore sandals, just as he did, that also served as water shoes. Even though the tide was still out, what he had in mind meant they could get wet.

  “Are you willing to take a chance?”

  “To do what?”

  “I think I see a path through the bushes up ahead. If we’re lucky, there won’t be anyone over there to interrupt us.”

  Holding back branches, he pulled his wife through the bushes like they were going through a tunnel, opening to another beach. Not a soul was in sight. Evidently, they were the only ones willing to venture down the dark, narrow path in search of romance.

  The smooth, sandy beach sparkled like diamonds in the moonlight. No footprints marred the velvety surface. He kicked off his sandals and waited while Josie did the same.

  “It’s so soft,” she said, curling her toes into the cool sand.

  He laughed, feeling like a young man again, ready to take his girlfriend on an adventure. Taking her hand, they ran down the beach like carefree, young lovers. He finally found an opening between two bushes that satisfied Josie, and he spread out the blanket. He stretched out and pulled her down on top of him.

  “Alone at last,” he murmured against her lips. He cupped her head in his hand and sought her mouth.

  Josie wanted to voice her opinion about being alone, but Carson’s demanding mouth silenced her joy.

  Oh, how his kisses sent spears of heat through her. Her breasts crushed against his chest. She ground her pelvis against his erection, the motion sending shivers of pleasure to her core. He slipped his hands into her shorts, his palms warm against her ass cheeks. E
ver so slowly, he eased her shorts down until the night air caressed her bare skin.

  Since this was the first time they’d made love in the outdoors, the sense of being caught heightened the excitement. By the time her shorts were around her ankles and she’d kicked them off, she was ready to jump his long, hard cock.

  He obviously had other ideas. He slid his hands under her top, inch by painstaking inch, creeping the hem upward until it was over her breasts.

  Unhooking her bra with one hand, he said, “Still have the knack, don’t I?”

  “Always did, always will.”

  Then in one quick movement, her top, along with her bra, was tossed to the side. He pulled her up and sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue while squeezing the other with his fingers. Spirals of electricity spiked through her body from the top of her head to her curling toes, then stopped and settled in her pussy. Her blood fired.

  When he released one and took care of the other, the cooler air made her nipple pucker. Her breath became labored. He switched sides and pulled the nipple taut. Back and forth. Back and forth, until Josie couldn’t think of anything except having him inside her.

  The sensations became too much, and Josie pulled away from his demanding lips. She sat back on her haunches and pulled his T-shirt from his shorts. “Too. Many. Clothes. Carson.”

  She yanked it over his head and ran her fingers through his chest hair and down his torso until she reached his zipper. Rushing of the waves barely covered the sound of his zipper being released. His cock sprung forth, its heat nearly scorching her palm. She ran her thumb over the pre-cum on the tip. Carson hitched in a breath.

  “No underwear?”

  He shook his head. “I like going commando once in a while.” He lifted his hips to help her remove his shorts, which quickly joined the pile in the sand. “Besides, I knew I wanted to do this, and it was one less piece to remove.”

  Josie leaned down to take his cock in her mouth, but to her dismay, he pulled her up. To her satisfaction, he rolled her beneath him. His familiar weight was both exciting and comforting.

  He nuzzled her ear. “I’ll come too soon if you do that. I want to be in you now.”

  “No arguments from me.”

  Carson reached between her legs and fingered her clit. He slipped first one finger then another inside her. “Shit. You’re so wet.”

  Spreading her legs wider, she arched her pussy into his hand, wanting him to move harder and faster. He stretched his fingers inside her until he stroked a particularly sensitive spot, sending explosive pleasure through her. Leaving his fingers inside her, he eased down her body and touched his tongue to her clit. All reason flew from her mind as her entire body, inside and out, exploded at the intensity of her orgasm.

  As she came down, a noise seeped into her brain. “Did you hear that?”

  “Shit, no. We’re alone,” he said, pressing the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy.

  Before her next breath, he slid inside her, his heat and wide girth rocking her inner walls. He pulled out and rammed back home, each movement bringing her closer to the brink again. She dug her fingers into his ass, pushing him deeper inside her. The roar of the ocean grew louder in her ears as tidal waves of ecstasy once again crashed through her body.

  Warmth spread through her when Carson stopped his thrusting, groaned, and spent himself.

  Awareness came in small increments. First, what she thought had been the ocean slamming against the shore was water gently slapping into the sand. Stars twinkled in the sky, not behind her eyelids, and the moonbeams were simply rays of light shining on the water.

  Another sound seeped into her. A cough.

  Oh. My. God. That is what she’d heard earlier.

  “Carson. Don’t move,” she whispered.

  “Why? Couldn’t if I wanted to,” he mumbled against her neck.

  “I don’t think we’re alone.”

  Something zipped then splashed in the water. Something she remembered from her childhood. Zzzz. Plop. Zzzz. Plop. Someone was fishing. Fishing close to them while they’d made love.

  Over Carson’s shoulder, Josie watched a silhouette wander down the shore. When the person was out of sight, she pushed Carson off. After scooping up their clothes, she tossed him his, and without bothering to shake the sand out, yanked on her top and shorts, forgoing her bra.

  “Let’s go,” she whispered, grabbing her sandals, the blanket, and her husband’s hand. “We need to get out of here before he comes back.”

  “Maybe he didn’t see us.”

  “We can only be so lucky.”

  Ignoring the branches pulling at her hair and clothes, Josie raced down the path and onto a sandy beach in front of a hotel, Carson right behind.

  “Safe,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

  She giggled into his neck. “Oh, Carson, that was—”

  “Stop where you are, folks.”

  Josie peered over her shoulder. Someone stepped from the shadow of the building. “Please tell me that’s not a policeman.”

  Carson set her from him and linked his fingers with hers. They faced the approaching figure. “Sorry, babe. Looks like we’re in trouble again.”

  Chapter Seven

  An hour later, nestled in their hotel bed, Carson wrapped Josie in his arms and rested his chin on her head. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He caressed a bare hip. It had been quite an evening, and now he was tired, but not too tired to think of how he felt about the day’s events, including getting a ticket for trespassing and indecent exposure.

  “I can’t believe we got caught,” Josie said, as if she read his mind. “I was so embarrassed.”

  “Not to mention how much those fines are going to cost us.” He kissed her hair. “Since there were no signs posted, I plan to fight both tickets. We can’t afford the fines. When we get home, I’m going to hire a lawyer.”

  “I’m glad you understood the jab in the ribs I gave you to stop arguing with the policeman. He obviously didn’t believe there were no signs.”

  Carson shrugged. “Let’s not think about it anymore tonight. It’s been a long day.”

  He now wished their trip was closer to home so they hadn’t spent so much of their precious time together traveling. Of course, they would have arrived much earlier if not for the flat tire. He thought about the incident and tried to push away thoughts of the three troopers watching his wife’s sexy body. His cock quickened. What an asshole he was, enjoying having other men drool over his wife, but he simply couldn’t get the vision out of his brain.

  On the one hand, if one of the troopers had dared touch her, he would have been arrested for assaulting an officer. On the other, blood pulsed in his cock when he thought about them removing her bra. Electricity shot through his balls when he pictured one caressing her breasts while another sucked her nipples, and the third removed her thong before slipping his fingers inside her.

  There was only one thing to do.

  “Babe?”

  “Hmm?”

  Even her simple response sounded sexy to him. “Now, don’t get upset, but I need to ask you something.”

  “Why should I get upset?”

  “Just keep on open mind. Okay?”

  She pulled back and looked up at him, her forehead creasing in a frown. “Okay.”

  Carson took a deep breath. “Uh, you know when you showed the troopers what you were wearing under your coat?”

  Josie huffed a breath. “How can I ever forget?”

  “Well.” Shit. How did one ask his wife if she’d enjoyed it? His stomach rolled, and his chest tightened. He wiped a damp palm on the sheets. “How did you feel about it?”

  “How am I supposed to answer that?”

  “We’ve always been honest with each other.”

  She curled her fingers in his chest hair. “You won’t get mad?”

  Carson held his breath. Could he hold out hope they were on the same page? “No. I won’t get mad
.”

  Her heart beat erratically against his side. “I know this doesn’t sound good, and it has nothing to do with how I feel about you and our marriage, because I love you with all my heart. But if I have to be honest, I rather enjoyed it.”

  “You did?” he said, trying to keep his voice calm while wanting to do an air fist punch.

  “Yes,” she whispered, pulling from his arms. “It makes me a bad person, but I can’t help it.”

  Carson pushed himself up and sat against the headboard.

  She turned her back on him. Her shoulders shook. “See, I knew you’d be mad, but it’s all I thought about while we were driving here.”

  “Come here.” He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her, ignoring her attempts at getting away from him. “I need to tell you something, and it has no bearing on my love for you, either.”

  She fidgeted with the sheet before pulling it over them. “What?” The word was barely audible above his heart pounding in his ears.

  “I felt the same way.”

  “You did?”

  “Yep. I was shocked to realize how turned on I was as you exposed your body bit by bit to those men. I mean, your body alone made me horny as hell, but the expression on the other men’s faces and…” Hell, how did a man say he’d witnessed other men’s hard-ons?

  “Their obvious erections?”

  “I hate to admit I looked, but yes, their obvious erections.” Heat rose to his face. Hopefully, she wouldn’t see his blush.

  “Wow. I didn’t know you felt that way.”

  “Came as a surprise to me, too. I started thinking about having them watch me strip you of the few clothes you wore or watching as we made love or…” His heart skipped a beat as he visualized another man fucking his wife, seeing his cock slide in and out of her.

  “Having them participate?”

  “Yes.” Carson swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Have you thought about this before?”

  Her body tensed. “Hell, no. Until today, I had no idea something like that would turn me on.”

  “What about the man on the beach?”