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Article 26 of 51
Subject: FLORIDA HEAT 4/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 1996/11/11
Message-Id: <5685ep$177@dfw-ixnews3.ix.netcom.com>
Organization: Netcom
X-Netcom-Date: Mon Nov 11 3:22:33 PM CST 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
"THE VIEW FROM THE SURF"
By Bill
I can't explain why I enjoy watching my tall wife have
sex with other men. I just do. Her measurements, thanks to God
and Nautilus, haven't changed since she was a model.
We were recently staying at a rented condo on Florida's
west coast, a half mile from where our first experience in our
liberated marriage began last fall. Having danced the previous
night away at a lounge, we'd waited until the afternoon before
donning our swimwear and taking the sun umbrella and blanket down
to the beach. I noticed for the first time that the sand on the
Gulf side is a bit grainier than it is on the Atlantic side.
After an hour's swimming, my eyes felt heavy as I lay on
our beach blanket, my eyes half closed.
Ellen stood above me, combing her waist-length hair.
For the thousandth time, I was noticing that her gray eyes
complement her black hair. Her breasts strained as if they might
burst from the top of her red string-bikini. She smiled,
playfully, "If you're going to nap, I'm going back into the
water." She picked up her tropical-print beach bag, dropped the
tanning lotion in it, and rose from the towel. Her tone was an
invitation to join her, but I declined. I slipped on an aloha
shirt and slumped back on the gentle slope of a grassy dune. A
half dozen college students strode by, eyeballing her long legs
as she was walking to the surf. given her. I don't think of my
vicarious thrill from watching other men's attraction to Ellen as
being particularly unusual.
I fell asleep. I awoke to a setting sun and reached for
a beer from the cooler. I squinted through the rippling red rays
toward Ellen standing at the water's edge.
Her arms folded, her toes twirling into the sand, she
was talking with a handsome, muscular man I aged at about 38. His
straight, blond hair was only slightly longer than that of an
ordinary crewcut. He'd introduced himself as Garry, a married
pharmaceuticals salesman, staying alone in a hotel just beyond a
distant marina. He raced her to the sunset-red water, his head
bobbing slightly, surveying her curves. They stood waist-deep in
the surf, their conversation faint against the soft fall of
waves, occasionally punctuated by Ellen's laughter.
I tilted the bottle, pulling on the beer. After the sun
slipped beneath the horizon, the Gulf of Mexico faded to a deep
blue, streaked with white waves. The beach was nearly deserted.
The nearest figure, an elderly man walking a large yellow dog,
was a 100 yards away. Finally, their voices faded, perhaps into
whispers. Occasionally Ellen looked back assumed I hadn't, and
stayed with the man in the water until dark. In the warm night
breeze, a faint smell of a fresh catch of fish was drifting up
from a boat at a distant pier. Stars winked against a black sky.
The low moon was partially hidden by clouds, the darkness
absorbing their forms. I entertained sexual fantasies but doubted
anything was really happening. Two beers later, I looked at the
glowing face of my diver's watch, deciding it was time to drop
the charade that I was sleeping and go back to the condo. I
walked to the land's edge, saw that she was no longer in the
water, and trudged along a fifty yard flank of palms and palmetto
fronds to look for her. Now and then, broken sea shells crunched
beneath my sandals. I slowed my pace, trying to decide whether I
should walk in the opposite direction. Sighs hissed from a clump
of trees and brush at the top of a dune. I assumed I'd stumbled
upon a couple of locals in after-hours frolic, then recognized
the moan. I bent and pushed through an opening in the high brush
alongside a palm tree. In the clearing, my wife's bikini was
crumpled beneath Garry's black trunks and the beach bag.
Trembling, she lay beneath him on our towel. The thin and
palmetto fronds in the moon's glare looked like tigers' stripes
against their skin. Both were nude, their eyes locked together.
Her lower lip quivered. She moaned, betraying her
eagerness as Garry fondled her breasts. Her nipples were now red
and swollen as tips of her fingers traced a sensuous path down
his neck. Her tremorous mouth formed an "oh" as his lips touched
hers. Tasting her melon-like breasts, he sucked each firm,
reddened nipple until they stood out like spikes. She pressed
their soft ripeness against his face, her cries of pleasure
piercing the warm night air.
His engorged shaft swayed above her as she whimpered in
anticipation, her hips gyrating involuntarily in desire. Her long
legs splayed, her thighs rippled as she nervously dug her heels
into the sand. She gasped in fear of his long cock, her hips
rising in excitation. She gulped, shivering with lust as her
mouth encircled his shaft curving up from the thick, blond pubic
hair. Garry gaped at his saliva- covered manhood, glistening as
her lips glided along its length. Ellen sucked and squeezed his
cock as she mewed helplessly, her cunt burning with the red hot
coals of
My heart palpitated, my manhood swelling. I envied
Garry's length. My shaft was now as hard as his as I pumped it
slowly.
Garry pushed her trembling legs apart. Her body
shivered, her eyes following the slow downward path of his
extended shaft as he mounted her. Her eager cunt quivered upward
to touch the intrusive member. His shaft's thick, purplish head
grazed her silky-black pubic hair, then began slithering into her
lubricated depths.
Ellen moaned as her tunnel enwrapped his shaft. She
burst out, fervidly, "Garry, I'm on fire! It's all for YOU! FOR
YOU!" His broad manhood throbbed within her as she crooned, his
sinewy body hovering above her. He pumped slowly as I breathed in
unison with his long thrusts. A long, modulated "Oh!" escaped her
oval-ed lips with each pummeling, her soft breasts heaving in
rhythm with the distant waves. Her hips writhed, engulfing him.
He lingered in a moment of intoxication, then plunged into her,
riding her with a fury. Locking her legs around his hips, she
murmured, "Oh, Garry, I love it! I LOVE it!" She lifted her hips
to meet his as his long cock plumbed her steaming cuntal walls,
pistoning against him, wailing with each thrust. the passion
radiating between them, as if a star were about to explode. Blood
pounded in my head and groin. Fighting the urge to join their
adulterous union, I stroked the bulge straining within my trunks.
Her body pulsated as he tunneled deeper.
Moaning, she pulled him back with her legs each time he
withdrew his assault. Her hips gyrated in glowing lust. The image
of her cunt eagerly welcoming his huge muscle burned into my
senses. Now crying, Ellen thrashed her head from side to side as
he pistoned into her, her hips swirling, grinding her cunt
against him. Swinging her long legs around his shoulders, she
squealed, "My God, Garry! I've never felt like this!" Her eyes
glistened with tears. Her face registered surprise with each
steaming entry of his massive cock. Now, crossing a new, sizzling
threshhold of adulterous passion, she cried, "It's marvelous! I
LOVE fucking you!"
His chest heaved as he looked down upon her rolling
eyes. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the vice-like grip of
her legs squeezed his buttocks, each upward stroke lifting her
from the towel. Unable to take her eyes off the broad foot-long
cock ramming into her shaved pussy, Ellen cried, "Oh, Garry! I
love your cock! God, help me! I've this!" I was drugged with a
time-stilling sensation as she rolled, her legs pulling Garry
beneath her. Straddling him, she slowly impaled herself on his
cock, her fiery well of passion sucking in the steaming poker.
Ellen was rolling her head in wide circles, her eyes wide, as the
orgasm was building. The smell of their sex permeated the warm
night air.
Thrusting into Ellen's fevered tunnel, Garry was also
emersed in the culmination of their lust. His jaw slackened.
Gaping at her cuntal folds enveloping his firm manhood as she
bucked against him, Garry murmured, "YES, Ellen! I love it too!
I love fucking YOU!"
Her back arched, her fingers digging expectantly into
his chest. She muttered, her throat tremoring, "I'm...I'm going
to come! Come with me!" His frenzied abandon made it clear that
he too would soon explode. Gurgling, she bit into her fist to
avoid screaming. Now, plummeting into her, he groaned, "Help me.
Help me come with you!" She raised her hips, crying deleriously
as his engorged manhood propelled inward, then withdrew to enter
again. She was kneeling above him, her cuntal walls squeezing his
trapped pillar even more tightly. The yolks of her eyes, now
wide, rolled. She wailed ips against his. My heart was thumping
like a sledgehammer.
And then they were coming together in rapturous waves.
With each shattering orgasm, her eyes rolled, her long hair
flailing the night air as she sobbed. His chest heaved as he lay
alongside her, his fingers exploring the contours of her soft
breasts. Inching deeper into the shadows, I bumped into the palm
tree and leaned against it, gasping. I'd enjoyed it as much as
she!
When he asked if he could see her again, she whispered,
"I don't think so," playfully flicking his dark shaft, then lied,
"I've never done anything like this before. I don't want my
husband to know." She sat up, murmuring, regretfully, "We've been
here too long. I have to get back to Bill."
"I understand. But I'd like to give you my hotel's
number in case you change your mind." He pulled on his trunks as
she fumbled through her beach bag for a pencil and paper. He
scratched out his name and number. She hooked the top half of her
swim suit as she walked behind him, stuffing his note into her
suit, brushing away sand that clung to her waist and legs.
I sprinted through the clearing toward the car, then ack
from the parking area, ignoring Garry who was casually walking to
his car, suntan oil in hand. Smiling, she glanced toward me as
she was taking down the sunbrella. "I KNOW you were watching us,"
she chirped. "Enjoy it?"
Back upstairs in our condo, Ellen queried, "Would you
mind if I saw Garry again?" I nodded negatively. She smiled
excitedly, her eyes wild, as she dialed his number, and announced
into the phone, "Hi, Garry. It's Ellen."
At seven, she drove to his hotel. A "wild, wild night!" she
later told me. She and Garry were fucking until three hours past
sunrise. Garry has visited Ellen a dozen times since, which is
Ellen's story if she decides to write it.
Bizarre as our lifestyle may seem to others, Ellen and I
are as close as any couple I have known. The arrangement has had
an interesting side effect: I haven't once considered cheating.
Frankly, affairs without her couldn't be as exciting.
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