The sun was about to set as Ann and I walked along the beach in front of our home. The sunsets are spectacular here in Southern California. We built our home sixteen years ago and would never live in another place. After a while of walking barefooted along the waters edge we stopped and sat down on a dune to watch the magnificent colors of pinks, red, and orange streak through the sky as though the creator painted this scene just for us. The reflection on the water of the setting sun looked like a million jewels sparkling their short lived beauty.
As the sun dissolved into darkness, I pulled her close, lifting her chin, and kissed her with all the passion and love befitting my queen.
“Mike, I am so sorry I have been so distant to you for the last month after you know what.” She still could not bring herself to mention that disastrous night with Vicky.
Looking down at her I was caught up in her beautiful eyes, in the fading light, being drawn in like a moth to a flame. I could see a tear running down her cheek and wiped it away with my finger.
“Honey, I love you! I know you needed space and time to sort things out and I know you can never forget but I just hope and pray you can forgive me.”
There was a long silence as I pulled her to me, wrapping my arm around her in an almost protective manner. My hand was cupping the side of her ample breast, something I had not felt for a while.
Ann replied, “At first I was as caught up in what was happening, as you were, but as things got going it all started to change. Especially when I saw how your lust took control and you pounded Vicky with such a passion you never showed me. I was feeling like you were a different person, one that I did not know after twenty years of marriage.”
“It really hit home when I saw your cum pouring out that little whore. That was something that was always exclusively mine and now it is not.“
“I am so sorry and have no excuse for continuing when I could see you were upset."
I reached around her and slid my hand up under her sweat shirt, squeezing her braless breast. It had been nearly a month since she had even let me touch her. I knew that she needed the time and even slept in one of the spare bedrooms for the first week after our failed threesome. I knew the risks when we first agreed to act out our fantasies. One of the conditions was that she was to pick the woman and asked me what I thought about Vicky, the girl she worked with. I remember when she told me I tried to play it cool. All the while I was screaming on the inside “YES!”
Recalling that night was working me up, especially after a month without any sex but what my hand could provide. I pushed Ann back on the sand dune while lifting her sweat shirt and exposing those two beautiful globes of perfection topped with her strawberry nipples.
“Hmmm,” she said, as I lowered my mouth and sucked in her hard bud.
“That feels soooo good,” she panted as I suckled her. Then I pushed my hand into her panty-less workout shorts, slipping my finger between her flowering labia.
“Oh God that feels so good,” she responded as I pushed my index finger into her opening to the second digit. She felt amazingly tight, probably because she had not had sex for such long time.
“I think we need to go home,” I whispered in her ear.
“No! I want you right here,” she said staring intently in my eyes.
I lifted up and looked around to see if we were secluded enough. It appeared that where we were out of view and below the level of the surrounding shrubs.
I pulled up and off her sweat shirt along my own and laid them out on the sand like a blanket. Looking down on her, she was incredibly beautiful with her white skin shimmering in the moon light and her hair spreading out on the ground. I was falling in love with her all over again.
I kissed her neck then nibbled her ear lobe, and then kissed her mouth passionately as our tongues danced together as so many times before, but this seemed different somehow. This seemed more immediate with greater intensity, like we were sucking the very life force from one another.
“I love you,” she whispered as I licked my way down her body toward the edge of her workout shorts. I hooked my fingers in the elastic and pulled them down and off.
She spread her legs wide to allow me easy access to her wanton wet pussy. As the tip of my tongue made a long lick between her swollen lips I thought to myself, “Damn, I missed that taste.”
Ann bucked her hips up to meet my mouth as I sucked her unsheathed erect clitoris. I knew she was about to cum by her contractions. She reached out and dug her hands in the sand and moaned.
“Don’t stop! Ooooooooo. I am cumming! Fuck me NOW!” she screamed.
I didn’t need convincing as I pulled down my shorts exposing my erect cock with its engorged head dripping pre-cum. After a moment of wiping it in the flowing juices of her pussy, I put the mushroom head in her opening and she lifted her hips to meet me.
Moving my cock forward into her opening it stretched to fit my size. I thought to myself how tight she felt after not being fucked or a month.
“Damn you feel so good!”
“Am I like the virgin you took twenty years ago?” she replied with a grin.
“No. Better!” I said as I drove all of my fat eight inches in to her soaking cunt, bottoming out on her cervix. This was not just some routine sex between two old married couples. There was a sense of immediacy and freshness to our union.
I fucked her faster feeling my juices start to boil up in me. That month of celibacy left us both with a freshness of desire. We were not having sex we were consuming each other.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! I want all of you! Fill me up!” She was nearing a climax. Our skin slapping together made an erotic sound of passion. This was the sound of two people working together for a common goal. We were about to reach our peak.
Just as I raised myself up to get more leverage, I saw directly ahead of us someone crouching behind a shrub watching us make love. I don’t know what came over me but the very thought of having an audience made it even more intense and I pounded her with abandon ignoring our peeping Tom.
We were both cumming and were sealed together as one flesh. I guess we were putting on quite a show and could see the person in a hooded sweat shirt grinning at me. I grinned back ejaculating the last of my contents into Ann's cunt.
After lying together quietly for a few minutes catching our breaths. Looking up our watcher was gone. I pictured in my mind him stroking his cock while watching us fuck. That made me hot just thinking about it. This only confirmed again my desire for outside participation in our sexual life. I don’t dare suggest anything to Ann after that last disaster. Seeing her reaction to me with another woman was enough to put up a permanent barrier up to that idea. I am not the cuckold type and I know I could not handle another man with my precious wife. I would have to give this some serious thought.
“I think it is time to go home, honey. I need to get this sand off me,” Carol said.
“You have more than sand to clean up,” I said as I reached down and scooped up a finger full of cum that was running down her thigh and putting it up to her mouth for her to suck and she did.
“Yum,” she said as she gobbled it up. “Protein.”
“There is more where that came from,” I said as I took her hand and made our way home walking along the edge of the pounding surf.
What a beautiful night with the moon reflecting off the water and the salt spray blowing against us as our toes dug into the wet sand with each stride.
“I love you,” I said as I pulled her close and squeezed her to my chest making it obvious our size difference.
She is five foot two, one hundred five pounds, and I am six foot two, one hundred ninety five pounds. Our age difference is as much a contrast as our height. I am in my early fifties and she is thirty eight.
I married her when she was just eighteen after she graduated high school. I had just been separated from the Army where I served as a helicopter pilot. A few months after the army I passed my contractor test and was in the process of forming a cabinet manufacturing business.
I know many people don’t believe in love at first sight but I am a true believer. I first saw her at the grocery store. She was dressed in tight t-shirt that squeeze those perfect boobs making her nipples poke out like a couple little buttons. She was also wearing tight little shorts that made her firm butt the center of my attention.
I remember I made some clumsy attempt to start a conversation. When she turned to me and I looked in to that beautiful face I was speechless. I drank up her beauty. Her brunette hair flowed like a goddess and her deep brown eyes caught me up like a whirlpool. “Can I help you?” she said bringing me back to earth. I fumbled through some story about needing some help with a recipe. I think she knew it was just an excuse I made up to talk with her but she went along with it to see where it would lead. After playing this game for about a half hour, I finally confessed I just came in to buy some beer but just had to talk with her.
She smiled and said, “I know and ... I know nothing about cooking either."
We laughed and I asked her to go out with me.
“Okay, but you will have to pick me up at my house and meet my parents.”
I agreed and wrote down her address. Since we decided that we would go to a movie that night we need to go home and change. I took her hand a kissed the back of it and she chuckled. I thought to myself, “That was so lame! Did I think I was in Gone with the Wind?”
I arrived there right on time or maybe a bit early. Their house was a damn mansion complete with a three tier fountain. It looked like a picture out of Better Homes and Gardens.
I parked my old Triumph TR3 and made my way up to the custom Italian double entrance door.