As soon as he sat next to me and the hostess had wandered away, I hissed at him, “Turn that off! I am not going to have an orgasm right here in the restaurant, so don’t waste your time trying to make me.”

It was a lie, of course; with the vibrating egg deep inside of me and the remote in his hands, if he’d kept it at that special pulse-buzz-pulse setting that I like so much I’d probably have turned into a twitching, helpless, orgasming puddle of goo right there at our table!

Luckily he didn’t, but he also didn’t show me mercy by turning it off. Instead, he turned it to a slow, steady vibration, which, while it would not bring me to orgasm the way that the pulse (which I can feel every beat and throb of in my clit) would have, it still served to keep me right on the edge.

The steady, low vibration inside me isn’t even so much directly stimulating as it is focusing; the sensation forced me to focus on it, making me hyper-aware of my aroused sex and unable to fully involve my mind in other things and put aside sexual thoughts for awhile. By doing that it forced me into a continuous state of high arousal, the idea of sex always at the forefront, and I was lubricating madly – so much so that I was afraid I might make a big wet spot on my dress where I sat on it.

The many bright colors and wild print of the skirt would probably disguise any wet spot I might make, but still…

“Richie, turn it off, please! You’re going to make me soak through my dress if you don’t.”

“Really? You’re that wet?”

“Yes! You know me, what do you think?”

“I think it sounds like fun. I also think that idea makes me very hard.”

With him seated alongside me it was a simple thing to slip my hand beneath the table and into his lap, where I discovered he wasn’t lying. His erection was long and hard and lying against his left thigh, pointed down the pants leg of his cargo shorts.

“Mmm, very nice! Are you wearing underwear?”

He grinned. “Nope! I figured since you weren’t…”

I curled my fingers around the bottom hem of his shorts, and I could just touch the tip of his penis. It was wet and slippery and if he was only an inch or so longer it would have been sticking out of his pants. “Wow, Richie… you’re leaking too.” I continued to touch the silky, supple head of his cock, smearing his precum over it while teasing him.

He groaned. “Unnhh, fuck, Rayney! Much as I don’t want you to, you’d better stop.”

I didn’t, but I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder. “Afraid you’re going to cum?”

“It could happen.”

“Wouldn’t that be fun!”

“Fuuuck… Please stop.”

“Turn off the egg. If you don’t make me leave a wet spot, I won’t make you make one either.”

He quickly turned it off, and I withdrew my slippery fingers. Looking him in the eye, I licked them and then dried them on my napkin. He stared, then sat quietly for a minute, forcing himself to breathe slow and steady before he said, “Damn, that was close. You’re evil.”

“You started it, buster. Were you that close to coming?”

“Razor’s edge. I can’t help it, you know; the idea of you having an orgasm right here in public is so fucking hot.”

“Richie…” What could I say? I loved that him thinking of me like that excited him. “Maybe you can turn it back on during dessert, but no more ‘til then. Deal?”

“Deal. But then you still can’t make me walk out of here with wet pants.”

I laughed but agreed. We had a very nice dinner, during which we were both able to dial back our arousal a few clicks. Unfortunately, he remembered that I’d told him he could resume his abuse of my libido during dessert, and he did, setting the egg throbbing again. Surprising myself, I soon came hard, and I think my fingers may have left dents in the table where I was gripping it so tight, attempting to be quiet and not writhe around. I didn’t entirely succeed, but mostly, and I also didn’t much care by then.

He continued to let it throb inside of me, and by the time we left, I was a quivering mass of nerve endings desperately in need of serious relief, my pussy, ass, and upper thighs, where I’d rubbed them together, slippery with the evidence of my arousal.

But he was just as bad, as I could tell by his attitude and the hard ridge of his penis defined so well against the leg of his shorts, so I suggested a walk on the beach. It killed me to do it when all I wanted was his face between my legs or that hard length deep inside of me, but I had some ideas. He reluctantly agreed, and once he’d settled up by signing the bill and adding our cottage number we walked out and followed the garden path and then the boardwalk down to the beach.

We strolled down the sand for a while, far enough to get away from the lights of the resort and some of the other beach strollers. He kept the egg vibrating inside of me, and I could feel my arousal leaking down my legs, but now I no longer cared. I’d also quit worrying about it falling out, first because it apparently wasn’t going to do that, but also because if it did, there was nobody around to see it. Worst case, it would get all sandy and need to be washed.

We eventually sat on the sand, looking out over the ocean in the bright moonlight. We were just above the farthest reach of the small waves that were breaking on the beach, where the sand was still dry, but on about every seventh or eighth wave the water just touched our toes. We talked and teased each other, playing little sex mind games, and with my knees drawn up and my feet apart I could sometimes hear the buzz of the vibrator in me over the sounds of the surf.

He eventually said, “Are you as wet as you said?”

“You made me come, Richard, so of course I am – you know me. You can check for yourself if you get all the sand off your hands first.”

He quickly but thoroughly brushed the sand from his hands, wiping them on his pants and then his shirt, then scooted up beside me and snuck his hand down between my legs. When his fingers slid in the slippery juices on my inner thighs, he laughed. “Wow, Rayney! You weren’t kidding! Horny girl…”

“Your fault.” His fingers were at my sex now, and when he stroked my most sensitive spot, I gasped. “Ohh, god!”

He laughed again. “Fuck, hon’! Your clit is so hard it’s like a tiny little dick.”

“Don’t be mean. You’re embarrassing me.”

“No… I mean, don’t be embarrassed, I love it! If I could, I’d shove my face between your legs right here and lap up every drop, then suck your little clitty until you begged me to stop.”

“God… That might take a while; you know how much I enjoy orgasms.”

“I do, yes. Wanna have one?”

“God, yes!” So encouraged, he slid two fingers into me, using them to manipulate the still-vibrating egg up inside of me while his thumb went to work on my clit. Needless to say, I came. It was quick and hard, and I was groaning and bucking my hips, thrusting my pussy against his probing fingers. I don’t think I made enough noise that anybody nearby heard me over the surf, but only because I forced myself to be as quiet as possible. I wanted to scream, push him down, and mount him, cock or face, but I didn’t.

Instead, I quickly fished his erection out of the leg of his shorts. He pulled his knees up like mine were, each of us conscious of hiding our partner’s hand at our sex from the occasional walker – usually couples - that passed between us and the sea on the wet, hard-packed sand. I maneuvered about three or four inches of him past the hem of his shorts, the spongy-hard head of his cock slippery with his precum, and I knew by the sounds he was making that he was not going to last long!

I think his cock was about as big and hard as I’d ever felt it, but still, as I stroked it I felt him swell and stiffen further, and knew he was about to come. Through gritted teeth, he moaned, “Ohh, Rayney, fuuuccckkk!” and a long rope of white cum, glistening in the moonlight, shot out of him and landed in a white streak on the wet sand four or five feet in front of us.

Another followed, and then another, slightly less powerful, and then several more small spurts that spread across the sand right between his feet. By then my fingers were covered with his warm cream, and I brought them to my lips and sucked them clean as he watched.

He looked so envious that I returned my hand to his still-softly-spasming cock and milked a few more dribbles of cum from him, which I offered to him; he took it, eagerly sucking my fingers clean. After that, we gathered what we could from his cock, his balls, and his thigh, and shared it as we kissed.

By the time we were done, the only remaining evidence of his massive orgasm was his long, semi-hard cock hanging out of his pants leg and the many gleaming white streaks and pearls of his cum on the sand in front of us. I’d expected it to quickly soak in, but it didn’t. Instead, it beaded up and lay there in the bright moonlight as incriminating evidence of our lewd behavior!

Before we could kick sand over it, another couple walked between us and the sea, an attractive young couple, probably about our age. They nodded hello, as many had, and when she turned and looked at us and smiled, I was sure she’d seen my husband’s cum everywhere. She leaned in and said something softly to her guy as they passed, and he looked over his shoulder at us and chuckled.

When they moved a little farther away, Richey whispered, “I think she saw my cum on the sand. Fuck, she nearly stepped in it!”

I smiled, enjoying that idea, but then I glanced down and laughed. “Or, she may have seen your beautiful cock hanging out of your shorts. Are you trolling for women?”

He looked startled, glanced down, swore, and then quickly tucked himself away. “That’s embarrassing!”

“I don’t know why it should be. Some people go nude on this beach, after all, and you do have a very nice cock.”

“Very funny. I didn’t see you flashing them your pussy.”

“I didn’t think of it in time.” When he goggled, I laughed. “I might have, you know; something about the warm breezes, the sand and the sea, and being here with the man I love is making me very horny. You know I do silly stuff when I get like this.”

“Yeah, half-drunk and horny. It looks good on you!” He grinned. “On that note, should we go back to the room and fuck each other’s brains out?”

“I thought you’d never offer. But first…” I spread my legs and reached down, searching for the little vinyl loop from the egg, which was there to make it easier to remove. When I found it, I slowly pulled the still-vibrating little bastard out of my sensitized sex, and almost fucking came again as I did! “Ohh, god! This thing is damn diabolical. Whoever invented this is twisted… and brilliant! Some kind of evil genius…”

He laughed, and I pressed the purple egg, slick and dripping with my juices, to his lips. “Open…”

He did, as if to lick my arousal fluids from the rubbery-plastic case, and I pushed it, still wet and vibrating, into his mouth. It feels a nice size in me, but it seemed huge when I shoved it in his mouth. He looked shocked, and could barely take it all in. His eyes watered as he nearly gagged for a moment, and I could hear it clattering against his teeth. “You may want to turn that off before it chips all your teeth.”

It wouldn’t have (I don’t think) but he quickly scrambled for the remote and shut it down, then stood looking at me, a streak of drool – or my cum – on his chin. He seemed to get control of his gag reflex as he shifted it within his mouth, and then he said, “Har muff uh ooh erwit iss?” Then he drooled.

I laughed as I translated that to ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’ which may or may not have been right, but I answered, “You have to keep it in your mouth until we get back to our room.”

He frowned. Oohhh, ayey, ahoh air!”

I understood ‘Oh, Rayney, that’s no fair!’ out of that, and replied, laughing, “I had it inside of me for the last three hours, so stop whining – just be glad I don’t have the remote! When we get back to the room, you get to see if you can put it back in me without using your hands.”

“Oh. Oh-ay!” He grinned like the cat that swallowed the canary – or, more accurately, was still trying to. He liked that idea!

I smiled at his eager acceptance and we began the long stroll back along the beach. I talked, he listened, which I thought was just about perfect. I teased him some more about the well-hung stud in the blue Speedo and what I’d like to do with his big cock, and when I reached over and felt him he was hard and throbbing. He also had cum stains on his pants that I hadn’t been aware of until we got back into better light, where they became very apparent.

Occasionally we’d meet someone, or another couple, and exchange a friendly greeting – or rather, I would. Richard would just smile awkwardly and nod. I hadn’t mentioned the cum on his pants, but I saw a few pairs of eyes drop to his bulge and his slimy wet spots, and I planned to mention it to him after we got back to our room.

I was extremely aware of how wet I still was, and our games were keeping me aroused so it wasn’t letting up at all. I think that if I’d had panties on I would have felt like I’d peed myself, I was so wet! We made it back to our cottage eventually, and when we’d barely closed the door behind us I unzipped him and freed his cock.

It was long and hard and gorgeous, with that little bit of upward curve that fits me so well, and as I softly stroked it, I said, “Your bulgy shorts sure got a lot of admiring looks on the way back.”

“Uh-uh.”

“Yes, they did! Or else maybe they were just wondering how you got cum all over them.”

“Huh?” He bent forward and looked at his pants, then at me. “Ayey! Ooh ooh?”

“Of course I knew, but what were you going to do, walk back with no pants on?” I laughed. “You had no choice but to do the walk of shame!”

He blushed, rolled his eyes, then shook his head and said, “Ucch,” which I think was ‘fuck’, and pulled me toward the bed, eager to have the egg out of his mouth. I think he planned to throw me on the bed and dive between my legs so he could shove the egg back into me with his tongue and lips, and I pretended to go along with it until the last second when I turned and half-pulled, half-pushed him onto the bed first.

His feet and shins hit the bed platform and he had no choice but to fall forward, twisting onto his shoulder and then his back as he landed – probably afraid he break his erect dick if he didn’t! As soon as he landed I was on him, straddling his body and scooting forward so that I was directly above his face. I couldn’t see him because he was below my skirt, but I knew he was looking directly up at my bare pussy just inches above his face. I stayed like that, not lowering myself down so that he could get rid of his mouthful of plastic egg.

“You like the view?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You want me to get lower so you can do the egg thing?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Tough, I’m not going to. I carried it around way longer than you have and you were being cruel with the remote.”

“Ayey! K’onng!”

“Nope, I’m not gonna c’mon. You can keep it a little longer while I play with this.” I leaned back and reached behind me and found his erection. With my other hand, I reached into his open zipper and lifted his balls out into the open too, so I had sexy Richie parts for both hands to enjoy. When he realized what I was doing, he quit complaining and groaned with pleasure.

“You’re very hard.”

“Uh-huh, I oh.”

“I know you know, silly. Are you going to come?”

“Ih ooh.”

“In me?” I felt him nod, which he’d done out of habit, not remembering that I couldn’t see his face at all. “Okay. In my mouth, or my pussy?”

“Uh-huh.”

I laughed. “So you’re not too picky then, huh? Good to know.” I moved back and lowered myself onto his erection, guiding his long cock into me with my hand. He slid in easily, my arousal and the fact that I’d carried that egg around for so long easing the way for him, and I gasped as I felt him enter and stretch my tight opening before sliding deep; I took him in until my bottom rested against his balls.

With his face now uncovered, I watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned around the egg in his mouth while I rode down his length. “Feel good, hon’?”

“Uh-huh! Oh, eye gaw!”

I laughed. “Oh my God indeed, but I thought that was my line. Are you going to come?”

He shrugged.

“Remember, you’ll still have to put the egg back in me with your mouth, even if you come in me.”

He moaned. I knew he didn’t find that idea repulsive in any way, just the opposite; he loves to kiss me after he’s come in my mouth and he loves to go down on me after he’s just left a fresh load in me, and it invariably makes me come too. “Just think how easy it would be to push that toy back inside of me, all stretched open by your huge cock and all of your slippery, warm cum dripping out of me and onto your lips, on the egg, to help it slide back in…”

That worked just as I’d intended! He groaned and thrust upward, bucking his hips up and holding himself deep as I felt the first hard spasms of his cock pumping into me. His hands closed over my breasts, squeezing them, pinching and tugging roughly at my hard nipples through my dress as he came.

I’d talked him into a huge orgasm with my teasing, but I’d also talked myself into one, and when I felt him flexing and spurting deep inside of me along with his rough boob play, I came too. I love the way he feels, so huge and hard and powerful as he comes, something that often causes me to reach an amazing climax if I’m even close to it, and this time, I was!

With my eyes closed, I threw my head back, and I could hear myself moaning and crying out, telling him I was coming. I pumped my hips against him, grinding on his pubic bone and working on his hardness, which I kept deep inside as he spilled himself into me.

It went on forever but somehow still not long enough, and as my orgasm slowly began to ease and fade and I felt him stop twitching and squirting inside of me, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. “Wow! You must have needed that, huh?”

He nodded. “Uh-huh.”

I smiled at him. “Me too. Are you almost ready to get rid of that egg, before it hatches?”

He grinned around it and nodded again.

“It feels like you came gallons in me. Are you ready for that too?”

He groaned softly at the thought and nodded eagerly. I leaned forward over him. “Unzip me. Just because you like to run around with your cum all over your pants, it doesn’t mean that I want it all over my dress.”

He smiled and shook his head, but he cooperated and unzipped me so I could tug my dress over my head. Finally naked, I tossed it on the foot of the bed and looked at him. “Ready?”

When he nodded, I rose and he slid out of me, causing me to gasp as I felt him slip free. I heard his cock flop onto his tummy with a wet, meaty ‘plop’ as I quickly scooted up and over his face, leaving a trail of cum pearls on his tummy and chest – no worries, there was still plenty in me when I lowered myself onto his waiting mouth.

He immediately seized my hips and pulled me tightly to his lips as he went to work with his tongue, trying to push the toy back into me. To my surprise, he seemed to accomplish it quite easily, although I’ll admit to giving an assist when he could only get it in so far with his tongue; I reached down and used a finger to push it a little deeper, amazed to discover that my considerate lover had even put it in right-side-up, with the little loop sticking out!

As if his thoughtfulness wasn’t enough reason to be glad I’d married him, he eagerly went to work on me with tongue and lips and creativity, quickly bringing me to another orgasm. The fact that he wasn’t at all squeamish about his cum had been a surprise to me after a couple of previous boyfriends, so wimpy that they didn’t even want to kiss me right after I’d sucked them, but it was the best kind of surprise. I won’t say it’s why I married him, but it certainly didn’t hurt his chances!

His hands on my ribcage, he lifted me, indicating he wanted me to raise up. When I did, he said, “I’m drowning!”

I laughed. “Your fault! Want me to move?”

“No way! My turn to get even with you for making me carry that thing in my mouth.”

When he suddenly started slapping at his pants pocket, it took me a moment to realize he was searching for the remote. We’d been so focused on getting the egg back inside of me and enjoying each other that we’d forgotten all about turning it on, and when he did and went back to flicking my clit with his tongue, I came again, hard and sudden, tongue and technology a potent combination.

Several minutes and two more orgasms later, I realized that his idea of “getting even with me” meant making me orgasm my way into unconsciousness; I made a mental note to trick and abuse him more often and rode his face for all I was worth, until we were both sheened in sweat and I couldn’t take any more.

Every nerve ending in my body alight and almost painfully sensitive, I eventually toppled off him and laid there, gasping and twitching, astonished at what our sex play and teasing – along with the sinfully decadent tropical surroundings - had wrought. Seeing my condition, he was kind enough to turn off the damn vibrator! Eventually, when I could stand to be touched again, he gently tugged the toy out of me.

He went and washed it and his face, stripped out of his clothes, and brought back a warm, wet washcloth, which he used on me. Then he snuggled up and held me and we fell sound asleep almost instantly.

He woke me in the middle of the night and we made love, slow and tender and with no games, making it last and last as we whispered and touched. I wrapped my legs around him and looked up into his eyes, enjoying one wonderful little orgasm after another until I felt him stiffen and heard him groan. I focused on squeezing him as he emptied himself into me again, and we drifted back to sleep with him still inside of me.

Sometime later he slipped out, and when I woke up it was light out and I was laying in the wet spot, and he was spooned to my back, his rigid morning erection (as dependable as the sunrise) against my butt. He woke up when I took him into me from behind, holding his cock and guiding him into my creamy, wet, messy sex. He managed to wring two more orgasms from me, and I eventually got one more nice, juicy one from him.

Once we caught our breath, we showered together as we planned our day. Leaving the windows open to air out the distinctive scent of sex, we went to breakfast – a fruit bowl full of mango, guava, bananas, peaches, and some local fruit I didn’t recognize for me and banana pancakes with coconut syrup and bacon for him. I teased him about what the pearly-white, thick, coconut syrup looked like on his pancakes, but he shared and it was delicious. I think that in the end, I ate more of his and he ate more of mine!

After breakfast we went back, changed into our suits, and went to the beach. We wandered down the beach a long way from the resort. Since we saw quite a few topless women I took off my top and put it in the pack we carried for our junk, surprised at how natural it felt and barely self-conscious at all.

I know I don’t have large boobs but I think they look pretty good and judging by the glances and friendly smiles I got from some of the men and couples we passed, they seemed to think so too. A couple of those ladies were seriously built, though, much larger than me, and I know Richard was enjoying the variety, even if some of them might have been “enhanced”.

It was sparsely populated farther down the beach, maybe a half-mile from the resort, and we noticed that some people were going nude. We found a place up the beach, back from the water but near some low, scrubby bushes, and spread our towels.

We talked about it and decided to be brave and remove our suits before we swam, using the excuse that then sand wouldn’t get stuck all over them. Naked on the beach, a first for us, we looked at each other in amazement for a moment, laughed, and then went in the water. It was pleasantly cool and it felt wonderful to have the water flowing over our bare skin.

We swam and played for a little while before we decided we’d better go put on some sunscreen. It would be a crime to not be able to touch each other for days!

As we were getting close to the beach we saw a guy headed our way that we were sure was the same guy from the previous day, the one in the overstuffed blue Speedo that I’d teased Richie about with my fantasy. Today he had a towel over his shoulder and was wearing more of an aqua color suit, but it was just as tight and bulgy.

Richie saw him first and called my attention to him. “Hey, isn’t that the guy from yesterday that made you all hot in the pants?”

I looked and nodded. “I think so, yeah, but I wasn’t wearing pants if you’ll recall. And I think I remember him making you pretty hot too, later.”

“True, I suppose. So, you going to chase your fantasy?”

“Do you think I should?” I figured he was daring me, and that there was a good chance he’d call it quits first.

“It’s up to you. How do you plan to do it?”

In truth, I had no idea. I hadn’t been serious about it either, just teasing Richard, but… “Maybe I’ll just accidentally bump into him.”

“On a wide-open beach. That would be subtle. Maybe he’ll want to get close enough to check out your tits.”

“Richie, there are bare tits all over this place, most of them bigger than mine. I could ask him to put sunscreen on my back, I suppose.”

He laughed. “Sure, with me right there and my arms not in casts. Also subtle, hon’.”

“Hmm. Tell you what, why don’t you go swimming for a few more minutes?”

“Seriously?”

“If you’re ok with it, yes.” Determined not to let him win, I’d called his bet. Now he seemed less sure of himself but fell back on bluster, one of his favorite tactics.

“Babe, I think you’ll chicken out, but ok then. Just don’t take too long, I’m starting to get pruney.”

I laughed and waved over my shoulder as I headed for the beach. I noticed Speedo guy looking at me as I came out of the water and was very conscious of being naked, but he smiled and nodded and I smiled back as if I did this every day, hardly trembling at all – and then had to walk right past where he’d dropped his towel.

I watched his eyes run over my body as he smiled again and said, “Beautiful day, huh? How’s the water?”

It was the same as it was every day this time of year, low eighties and crystal clear, which I’m sure he knew, but I ignored the butterflies in my tummy and replied, “It’s amazing! Nice waves and it feels so good.” His buff body and his suit looked even better up close, his heavy balls bulging and his substantial cock conspicuous against the thin Lycra, the big head of it readily apparent; in fact, his manhood showed so plainly that I wondered if he was hard.

He nodded. “Cool, thanks. Think I’ll catch a few rays.”

“Me too. Later!”

I walked on by, another thirty or forty feet to our spot, but I could almost feel his eyes on my ass, which I like better than my boobs. Plus, I could feel the heat between my legs and the tingle of arousal that told me I’d soon be getting wet. Or wetter, anyhow.

I bent and found our bottle of sunscreen in our bag. With my back to him, I crouched down, sitting on my heels rather than bending at the waist and flashing him my ass and pussy. I knew it would have been a better move to advance the game, but also very obvious and sleazy, and just not me! There are different levels of slutty, and that was above mine… or is it below?

As I sat and began putting the lotion on, starting at my feet and calves as I tried to work up the nerve to approach him, I was surprised by how nervous I felt! However, I was also starting to feel very horny, which helped to offset the nervousness. And yes, I knew I was getting very wet!

As I was rehearsing the line I planned to use in my head, “Excuse me, but would you mind…” a shadow fell across me and he said, “Sorry to bother you, but I left my sunscreen back at the resort. Could I maybe borrow some of yours?”

I turned and looked up, ready to tell him sure, no problem, and right there, just above my eye level was one of the prettiest, most beautifully impressive and very masculine packages I’d ever seen, no longer stuffed into his too-snug Speedo. It was just right there, totally exposed, Speedo guy minus his Speedo right in front of my eyes! I realized I was staring when I should have been speaking, but he’d caught me so utterly off-guard that I couldn’t help it.