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Crashing Waves
by Lord Malinov

~~~

"Honey, did we bring a can opener?" Meg asked.

"I don't think so," I said, putting down the yellow real estate flyer 
I was browsing and walking into the tiny kitchen area.  I pulled open 
a drawer.  "There should be one somewhere."

"I looked in there," said Meg, slightly exasperated.  I opened a 
drawer filled with dish towels and fished an old chrome can opener 
from beneath the mound of terry cloth.

"Voila," I said, offering my wife the coveted prize.  She smiled and 
kissed me gently, closing her eyes as our lips met.  I put my arms 
around her waist and drew her close.

"Careful," she said, smiling.  "I got a little sun."

"Sorry," I said, tickling her soft breast through her pale blue 
t-shirt.  Meg turned and attacked the can of peaches.  

We usually rented a house at the beach once or twice each summer.  
It's a four hour drive to the ocean, but if the weather cooperates, 
there is no more relaxing way to spend a few days than lounging in 
the sun, riding the waves or walking the beaches.  It's a perfect, 
lazy vacation.

"Are you and Jack going to bring back some crabs for dinner?" 
Meg asked, spearing a slice of peach with a fork.  

"I think that's the plan," I replied.  Meg swallowed the peach 
and licked a drop of syrup from her lips.

Jack is an old friend of mine.  We'd asked him and Terri, his wife, 
along with us this trip.  The house we were renting had plenty of 
space, and I hadn't spent much time with Jack since we both got 
married.  

"Good," said Meg, "I'm starved.  The sun always makes me hungry."

"Today was great," I said, reaching in the fridge for a beer.  "I 
can't believe this weather."

"Where's Jack?" asked Meg, stabbing another peach.

"He's upstairs changing out of his swimsuit."

"Aren't you going to change?"

"No," I said.  I took a long drink of the cold brew.  "Mine's still 
dry.  Jack and Terri were playing the waves just before we came in, 
so their suits were wet."

"Oh," said Meg, chewing her peach.

I took a moment to admire my wife as she leaned on the counter, 
eating her sweet fruit.  Her blonde hair had lightened considerably 
after four days of radiant sunshine, and lay ungroomed and straight 
down to her shoulders.  The slope of Meg's nose had burned a pale 
crimson, and she sported the white sunglass tan of a racoon.  Her 
baby blue t-shirt draped provocatively over her unfettered breasts, 
with a crease hanging between the slight bulges of her hidden 
nipples.  I could see the last inch of her fluorescent green bikini 
bottoms as her lean, dark legs emerged and crossed to prop her back 
against the counter.

I counted myself lucky, spending my time staring boldly at the charms 
of a beautiful woman.  

"What was that?" Meg asked, her mouth full.

"What?"  I cocked my head and listened.  A moan floated through the 
air.  I shrugged and another one came, louder.  It sounded like 
Terri.

"Oh my God," Meg said, drooling the juice of her peach down her chin. 
 She picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, almost laughing.  The 
moans grew into a rhythmic exclamation of breath.  "Steve," she 
said, grabbing my arm, "I think they're fucking."

We took a few steps out of the kitchen.  Terri's voice grew stronger, 
enthusiastic in her high-pitched squeals.  I looked at Meg, whose 
blue eyes were opened wide with wonder.  Jack's deep voice shook the 
beach house.

"Fucking hot bitch," he said.  Meg melted slightly at the sound and 
bit her lip with a soft groan.  Her hand blindly found and caressed 
my stiff cock through the slick cloth of my swimming trunks.

Terri's a petite woman with small tits and a shapely ass.  I imagined 
her bent over the bed as Jack stroked his prick beneath the globes of 
her butt.  Laying in the sand, baking in the sunshine, I had dreamed 
something like that a few times before, but adding the live 
soundtrack of Terri's excitement, the "ohhs" and "ahhs" of her 
submission to Jack's dick, sufficed to make my mouth water.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me," Terri squealed.

"Their door must be wide open," I murmured.  "We could try to sneak 
upstairs and peek."

"That wouldn't be nice," Meg said, short of breath.  She kissed me, 
rubbing my dick furiously.  I pulled her hard against me, fiery with 
passion as the sounds of the nearbyfucking boiled my blood.  Meg's 
tongue slipped hungrily between my lips.  I slipped my hands down 
under the waist of her bikini bottom and squeezed Meg's ass.

"Yes!" screamed Terri upstairs, moaning harder.  I pushed Meg's 
bottoms down her thighs as I bit at her neck.  She pulled my cock out 
of my trunks.  I pressed a finger along Meg's slit.  The juice of her 
pussy drenched my hand.

"Fuck me," she said softly.  Meg slid her bikini bottoms down her 
legs and with her arms around my neck, she lifted herself up and onto 
my rock.  "Oooh," she wailed, loudly.  I leaned over the sturdy 
dinner table and lay Meg back, thrusting myself into her damp cunt.  
The lines of her bikini shone in silhouette.  Meg pulled her t-shirt 
up over her head, tousling her pale golden mane.  Her breasts gleamed 
brilliantly white against the dark burgundy knots of her nipples and 
the warm brown of her tanned tummy.  I stroked my prick into her, 
crashing her liquid breasts like the waves against the shore.

"Fuck me," Meg moaned and with each dive of my dick her groans grew 
louder.  I had never heard her like this, but I loved these noisy 
expressions of her lust.  "Gimme that cock," she yelled.

I picked up Meg's leg, driving myself deeper into her sea, and then 
twisted her over so her stark white ass shone over my thrusting 
stick.  "Oh yeah," she screamed, "Oh yeah, fuck me, my pussy's so 
wet, oh yeah.  Meg chanted as I pounded.  She worked a finger down to 
touch her clit while I squeezed her bottom with both hands, pulling 
her hard against my throbbing dick.

"I'm gonna come," Meg yelled, "Oh God, I'm gonna fucking come."  I 
drove faster, smacking her ass to hurry the pace.  Meg squealed 
madly, wildly, insanely, shivering over my furiously excited fuck.

With a final sigh and shudder, Meg turned her head and smiled
broadly.  I looked over at the stairs where Jack and Terri crouched
watching.  Jack wore his trunks, but Terri just held a crumpled
t-shirt in front of her chest.  They smiled, seeming a little
awkward but intensely aroused.

"Hey guys," said Meg, standing up boldly, putting her hands 
immodestly on her waist. "Mmm, you were so inspiring."  Meg sat back 
onto one of the straight-backed chair and tickled her damp pussy.  
"Well, who's up for something to eat?"

~~~

Malinov


Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude


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