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Cindy and I had been married a little less than three years. I always thought we were pretty normal. We had a decent sex life, even if it was getting kind of predictable. But I was happy with Cindy, and I thought she was with me. That was when Cindy surprised me with a whole different side of her that I’d never seen in the years we had been together.
We were at the beach. We like to go to a small beach way out on Cape Cod. There’s a great restaurant bar next to the beach parking lot and a path down the steep dunes to the beach. They actually have a life-guard, but the parking lot won’t hold more than a hundred cars, so it’s never very crowded. Cindy and I like to walk down the beach a ways and get away from most of the people, anyway. So we were laid out at our favorite spot, with just a few other blankets in sight.
I got hot, lying in the sun. So I went down and took a quick dip in the water. When I came back to our blanket, Cindy was talking to a deeply tanned, good-looking guy about her age. She introduced me to him and we shook hands. His name was Dave, and he didn’t seem very happy to meet me. I immediately got the sense that he was hitting on Cindy and was very disappointed to find her taken. Cindy also seemed a little strange.
I sat down on the blanket next to her and dried my hair on a towel. Dave and Cindy resumed their conversation – something about the dance clubs in Boston – and made no effort to include me in it. I wasn’t particularly offended, but I wished Dave would go away. I rolled over and let the sun bake my back, quickly cutting through the chill of the Atlantic. I heard Dave ask if it would be all right for him to join us.
I thought he was being kind of pushy, but Cindy said, “Sure.”
A couple minutes later, Dave was back, spreading his towel right beside Cindy. They started chattering again, which I found very annoying. I picked up my book and tried to read, hoping that my rudeness might put a damper on this budding acquaintance.
It had just the opposite effect, allowing them to totally ignore me. Dave was doing his best to be charming, joking and teasing and complimenting Cindy in a very obvious way. And she was eating it up, laughing and joking back. I did my best not to listen to their foolishness, but I couldn’t help myself.
I soon recognized that the gist of Dave’s conversation was a not too subtle flirting with my wife. I was pissed, but Cindy was so obviously into it, I didn’t know what I could do about it without making a complete fool of myself, so I kept my eyes focused on my book, as if I wasn’t aware of them.
It soon became apparent that Cindy was not only into Dave’s attention, but she was also quite openly flirting back . When Dave complimented her two piece, Cindy scoffed, “Oh, this. I don’t know why I wore it. I usually like something with a little less coverage.” And it was true that that particular two piece was one of her most conservative suits.
Dave looked at her seriously. “You could make that suit cover less.”
“Yeah? How?” she said.
“Take off the top,” he laughed.
I couldn’t believe my ears. Where was this conversation leading?
Cindy missed a beat, then laughed herself. “You … you’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
“Of course I would,” Dave’s voice was smooth and assured, with just the right note of lust in his throat.
“Well, I wouldn’t do that with all these kids around.”
“Okay.” Dave was agreeable. “Maybe later.”
I had a queasy feeling in my stomach that he wasn’t in the least discouraged and would keep right at it. I wasn’t any too easy about Cindy’s will to hold him off, either. It was torture lying there, listening to them and pretending it was all just good fun with our new friend. After a bit, I put my head down and closed my eyes, hoping they would think I had gone to sleep.
It was the middle of the afternoon, and the sun was hot on my back. It must have been getting hot on Cindy and Dave as well. They went down to the water and played in the surf. I had to shift slightly to keep my eye on them.
I didn’t like what I was seeing. Dave’s hands were all over her. Outwardly, it was still just innocent fun, but I could see it for what it really was, a form of foreplay. It wound my guts into knots.
After about 15 minutes of the surf, they came back to the blanket. Cindy seemed to be having a great time. She was playfully wrestling with him and giggling like a teenager as they threw themselves on the blanket. Dave toweled her down from head to toe, spending some extra time on her breasts and loins. Cindy didn’t object. They lay with their heads close together and their conversation faded to an unintelligible whisper.
The sun was getting uncomfortably hot on my back. I needed to go down to the water to cool off, but I didn’t want to break the fiction of my little nap. So I lay there and sweated into the blanket.
Before too long, Cindy must have been feeling the strength of the sun. She’s got fair skin and burns pretty easily. We had put on our sunscreen when we first got to the beach, but she must have been worried it wasn’t Betturkey enough.
“Oh, that sun is strong,” I heard her complain.
“Yeah,” Dave agreed. “It’s baking me to a crisp.”
“But you’ve got enough tan to take it. I’m gonna be a boiled lobster tonight if I don’t get some more protection. Would you mind putting some sunscreen on me?”
Dave didn’t have to think too long. “I would be happy to,” he gallantly decided.
From my vantage point, behind my sunglasses, I spent the next five minutes watching his hands roaming over every exposed inch of Cindy’s body. He was very thorough, even slipping his creamy fingers under the edge of her suit, to make sure it didn’t slip down and expose some unprotected skin to the blistering rays of the sun. Cindy’s eyes were closed in concentration, and she seemed to squirm with pleasure under his touch.
When he was done, Dave lay back on the blanket. I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t need to. I knew there was a satisfied smirk plastered all over it. Cindy sighed deeply and rolled over toward him. She whispered something and giggled. Dave said, “why not?” and stood up. He pulled Cindy to her feet, grabbed his towel, and they walked off into the dunes.
I’d been in agony as this scene played out right before me. It was as if Cindy had completely forgotten our marriage, forgotten that I existed, despite the fact that my quivering carcass lay right beside her. I was choked with panic as she walked away with this half-baked beach Romeo. It was all I could do not to jump up and confront them, but fear of making a worse fool of myself held me in check until they disappeared behind a hillock of sand.
As soon as they were out of sight, I was up and running after them in a commando’s half-crouch. If I was too weak to do anything about their intimate games, I was much too weak not to spy on them while they played. Just the same, I couldn’t let them know I was spying. I wanted to see just how far this would go, and I knew it would be an altogether different scene if they knew I was watching.
I soon caught sight of them again. walking slowly among the mounds of sand and patches of sawgrass. I stayed out of sight, and they kept going until they found a secluded little cleft in the sand, apparently carved out by the wind, where they would be completely hidden from the beach and any stray dune-walkers – but not from me.
Dave spread his towel and they sat down. I saw a hillock that overlooked their spot and circled carefully to it. I crawled the last few yards through the sawgrass to my vantage point. It was perfect. I wasn’t more than ten yards away from them, but I was well hidden in the sawgrass. I could even hear their conversation.
“I suppose you’re still wondering what I would look like in one of my showier bikinis,” Cindy teased.
Dave laughed. “I haven’t stopped wondering since you first mentioned it.”
“Well, I guess I could show you here. There don’t seem to be any children around.”
“I don’t see any,” Dave agreed.
“Well, okay.” Cindy reached behind her back and unfastened her top. She brought an arm up to cover her breasts before she dropped the top.
“When I’m wearing my blue bikini, it shows about this much.” She adjusted her arm to show a good portion of her tits, but kept her nipples covered.
Dave looked eagerly at my topless wife. “That’s pretty sexy,” he said, “but I bet you’ve got even sexier bikinis than that.
“Yeah. I do,” Cindy admitted. “My yellow one shows about this much.” She pulled her arm down till her breasts were uncovered right down to the nipples.
“Wow,” Dave enthused, “that’s some sexy bikini. You got any sexier than that?”
“Well, yeah, but I never wear it. It’s just a joke my husband bought me on one of his business trips. It really only covers my nipples.” Cindy put two fingers over each nipple.
“Now, that’s the one I’d like to see,” Dave said.
Cindy shook her head, smiling. “Sorry.”
“Oh, that’s okay. You’re giving me the idea, anyway. But we’ve been forgetting what the bottoms look like. I’ll bet that little joke number barely covers anything down below.”
“That’s for sure,” Cindy giggled.
“Well show me.”
She wagged her finger at him. “You don’t give up, do you?”
“Never.”
“Gee, I don’t know. What if somebody comes by.”
“They won’t. Nobody ever walks back in here. Isn’t that why we picked this spot?”
“Yeah, but … what if Allen decides to come looking for us?”
“You think he’d mind?” Dave asked with a mock-innocent grin.
For once, Cindy was serious. “I think he might.”
“Aw, come on,” Dave wheedled.
Cindy brightened. “Well, okay. But you’ll have to help, or I’ll be showing too much. We wouldn’t want that to happen. Would we?”
“No way.”
“Okay. You slip off my bottoms, while I cover the little patch my tiniest bikini covers.”
Dave had no objections to that plan, and quickly grasped the bottoms of Cindy’s swimsuit at her hips and slid them down over her sweet shapely legs. Cindy sat facing him with one arm over Betturkey Giriş her breasts and the other hand covering her crotch, totally naked. “It’s about like this,” she said, glancing down to adjust her coverage.
“Whoa,” Dave exclaimed. “I can see why you can’t wear it. You’d get arrested.”
“Well, I guess now that you’ve got the idea, I should get dressed again.”
“I don’t see why. Why don’t you lie out like that for awhile and work on those tan lines?”
Cindy frowned. “Do they look awful?”
“No, not really. It’s just that if you did wear a skimpier bikini, they would be pretty obvious.”
Cindy looked down. “You’re right. Only, I can’t let that white skin be out in the sun for more than a few minutes. I need some sunscreen.”
Dave reached into the pocket of his swimming trunks and pulled out a tube of cream with a grand flourish. “I just happen to have some right here.”
“Oh,” Cindy said. “Okay.” And she lay back on the towel and let her arms fall to her sides, showing him everything.
He quickly squirted some of the cream into his palms and began to massage it into Cindy’s sweet breasts. There was a lump in my throat as I watched Cindy giving herself up to this stranger. But there was an even bigger lump in my trunks as the raw sexual excitement of the scene overwhelmed me.
When her breasts were well creamed, Dave moved down to her haunches. His hands slid smoothly over Cindy’s pale skin, making sure it all was covered with the sunscreen, then dipping down to urgently rub her clitoris.
Far from objecting, Cindy moaned, “more … more … more,” with the quickening rhythm of Dave’s talented fingers. But she couldn’t really take much more. She came with a sudden jerk. All her muscles contracted and relaxed as she ground out her release on Dave’s hand. When her spasms faded, Dave’s gentle stroke slowed and finally stopped.
I could see that Dave wasn’t done. There was his own satisfaction to take care of now. And there wasn’t much question what Cindy wanted. As soon as she recovered a bit, the first thing she did was reach for Dave’s crotch. She had his trunks off in seconds, revealing a very large, very stiff penis. The size of it gave me a sinking feeling. It was at least two inches longer, and much thicker than my own very average equipment. Cindy’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop.
She pushed him down roughly and knelt over him, cradling his balls in her hand. Then she began to lick up and down the length of his shaft, swirling her tongue around the swollen purple head with each lick. Finally she opened wide and took the whole head of his dick in her mouth. Dave, who had been up on his elbows watching her, sighed and lay back to enjoy her attentions.
This pissed me off more than anything else that happened that day. In the five years we’d been having sex, Cindy had not given me more than a half-dozen blow jobs. It was even a joke between us. When I asked for one, she would say, “it’s not your birthday yet.” Here she was giving a wild and passionate sucking to a complete stranger.
The other thing that pissed me off about it was that she was doing such a good job at it. With me, she was tentative and awkward, hardly letting my dick penetrate past her lips. From where I sat, as Cindy’s head bobbed vigorously over her new friend, it looked like she was working over half of his tool down her throat. Her hands continued to softly cradle and caress his balls. Dave was clearly in heaven.
The muscles in his legs began to stiffen, as he neared his release. Cindy wasn’t going for that, though. She let his dick slide from between her lips. “I want you in me,” she muttered urgently. Then she moved to straddle him. Dave just lay there, leaving himself to my wife’s inspired lovemaking. All he needed to provide was the rigid pole, and he did a good job of that.
Cindy was wet and wild with lust. She slid the glistening head of Dave’s raging hardon along her slit once or twice and then eased herself down on the shaft. I couldn’t believe she could take him in so easily. After my little toy, that meat must have felt like a telephone pole.
But it was no problem for my Cindy. She let herself down slowly, till half of Dave’s dick had disappeared. She paused a second, rose slightly then let herself down most of the rest of the way. Finally, with a deep sigh, she engulfed the entire length in her hot pussy. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were closed, concentrating on the delicious sensations of fullness inside her – sensations that I believed she had never felt before.
Then she began to buck wildly, sliding up and down that shaft in a frenzy. Another orgasm shook through her, but did not slow her down. Dave began to meet her every down stroke with an up thrust of his own. His hands reached up and pinched her nipples. Cindy let out a little scream of wild abandoned lust, and they went off into a wracking mutal orgasm that seemed to shake the dunes.
When the tremors finally subsided, Cindy collapsed on Dave’s chest, glistening with sweat, Dave’s dick still inside her. They lay like Betturkey Güncel Giriş that for several minutes. A warm breeze brought the faint smell of their combined love juices to me.
I also lay in the sand in a stupor. There was no way I could sort through the welter of emotions and raw sensations that flooded my brain. I noticed idly that my own hardon had been leaking a steady stream of precome into my trunks. There was a prominent wet stain standing out in the crotch.
It was hard to tear my eyes from this incredible scene, but I did not want Cindy to discover that I had been spying on her. Reluctantly, I crawled away from my vantage point and made my way back to the beach. I dove into the surf to hide the stain in my swimming trunks, and to shock me out of my confusion. After a few minutes in the cold water, I went back to the blanket. I had no plan or any idea of what it all meant, but the ocean had calmed me. Fifteen minutes later, Cindy came walking along the beach alone. She was wet from a recent dip in the water, undoubtedly, like mine, to hide the evidence. I was lying on the blanket, right where they had left me, apparently oblivious to her impassioned interlude.
“Hey.” Cindy tried for a light bouncy tone that sounded hollow. “You’re finally awake. I thought you were going to sleep the whole afternoon.”
“I woke up about an hour ago.”
“Oh.”
“Where were you?”
“Oh, I got fidgetty and took a long walk down the beach.”
“Dave go with you?”
“Um … no. He had to leave.”
We packed up pretty soon after that. Cindy continued to try to capture a light tone, and I tried to play along, but it fell flat. We put our stuff in the trunk and were about to climb in, when Cindy said, “let’s go get a drink before we take off. Okay?”
“Why not.”
We walked over to the bar. When they seated us, Cindy asked for a booth. She’s not a big drinker, but she ordered a gin and tonic and gulped it down almost as soon as the waitress put it in front of her.
“You’re kind of quiet, today,” she opened, pulling her lips into a crooked half-smile.
“Oh, yeah. I suppose. I’ve just been wondering about Dave a little.”
“What about him?” she shot back, a little too fast.
“I was just wondering how you two happened to meet on the beach today.”
“Well, he was just walking by, and he asked me what time it was. We just started talking, then, and he seemed to want some company, so …” she trailed off, probably thinking of what good company she had been.
“I never realized what an outgoing wife I had.”
“Yeah, I guess. Maybe I was just in the mood.”
I thought of the way she attacked that oversized hardon. In the mood, huh? “I’d say so,” I laughed.
Cindy looked confused and a little panicked. “I just thought … um, I was …”
I dropped the bomb. “Cindy, I saw you and Dave back in the dunes. I know what you did on your ‘walk’.”
She looked intently into my eyes, then hung her head. “Oh,” she said, then nothing more for some time.
I saw a tear drop onto her napkin. The waitress came by and asked if we needed another round. I said yes, but Cindy didn’t even look up.
“Did I hurt you?” she finally asked, after the waitress had left the drinks.
Now it was my turn to be silent. I had to think about it. I had to face the task of sorting it all out. “Yes,” I finally answered. “It hurt.”
“I’m sorry,” she said simply.
“Sorry,” I repeated, shaking my head. “I don’t understand this at all. It’s like it wasn’t really you, like it was some other person. Yes, I was hurt, but mostly I was just shocked and confused. I mean, what is this? What does it mean?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” she said with surprising firmness. “I’ll never see that guy again. He doesn’t mean a thing to me. You’re the only one I care about. I know it’s hard to believe that after what you saw, but it’s really important that you know that.”
I thought that was nice, but it didn’t really explain anything. “But, why …?” I couldn’t finish. In a way, I guess I knew the answer, and I was afraid of it.
She shook her head and looked at me steadily. “I don’t know why, really. But …” She paused. “But I wanted you to catch me. I needed you to know. I guess this thing this afternoon was my awkward way of showing you.”
“Yes, but what? What were you trying to show me? If I’m still the only one you care about, why did you want to stick a knife in my back like that?”
“I’m sorry. It was selfish, I know, but I didn’t know any other way, and I couldn’t hold it inside me anymore.” Her brow wrinkled in pain and she closed her eyes. Then she took a deep breath and went on. “I don’t imagine you could believe this, but it hurts me too. Maybe now that it’s out in the open, we can deal with it.”
“Deal with what?” I asked, the exasperation clear in my voice.
“Allen, you know this isn’t the first time I’ve done something like this.” Again, she fixed me with her calm stare. Her voice was cool, matter-of-fact. “I’ve been into these totally impersonal sexual adventures ever since I was about fifteen. I tried to give them up when we got married, but it only worked for a few months. Then I met some guy in a bar and spent the night with him, and that was it. Ever since then, I’ve been going out on the nights when you’re away on business.”
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