The Many Adventures of Married Sex - Beach Day and Dinner

We have been drinking most of the afternoon at the beach. Gin and Tonic, to be precise. Perfect weather. Minimal clothes. Just the perfect recipe. We are just downright hot for each other. The sexual tension is palpable and obvious if you are a bystander watching us.

There are so many people around, but we are in our own little world. I am clearly undressing you with my eyes, and I know you can tell because as we are slowly walking out deeper and deeper into the ocean, one of your bikini straps falls off your shoulder, and then the other one, exposing the two most perfect breasts. Nipples erect as the cool breeze brushes across them, and under the water, my swimsuit gets a little tighter. You slowly dip under the water to play it off and “fix” your top, but not before rubbing those perfect nipples against my own bare chest. No one can see that your hand is reaching under the water so you can check and see what kind of effect you are having on me. You aren’t disappointed.

We notice that we are now being watched, which increases the excitement, but we decide to stop. What I’m desperate to do to you can’t happen in this setting.

We make our way back to the beach house. An obvious bulge in my swimsuit. Perky nipples visible through your top.

We shower as we are both ravenously hungry for food as well as each other.

The sight of each other drying off is a little more than each of us can take. I take your hands and sit you on the bed. I present my ever-so-growing member to you. Ever so eager for a little appetizer, you readily take me into your mouth.

Between deep throats, you ask, “Are you going to be quick?” You seductively kiss my head. “We are on a little time crunch… to make it to the restaurant before they close.”

I manage to let out despite your mouth pleasuring my cock, “I’m not coming right now, but just giving you a little taste of what’s to come.”

As I pull away from you and start to get dressed, you can’t believe that I’m delaying the inevitable and you beg me to cum for you right now.

“I’m going to wait”, I say while attempting to stuff my erection into my underwear.

Not taking no for an answer, you pull my underwear back down, climb on top of me while I’m standing, and lower your swollen, wet pussy on my already slicked-up erection. I ease my way into you, and after several deep thrusts, I lift you off of me, turn you around, give you a swift spank, and tell you to get dressed. Still so turned on and a little confused as to why you haven’t fully been taken, you start to get dressed. As you lean down to reach for clothes, you feel that sudden fullness of me penetrating you. Unable to concentrate and near orgasm, you thrust your hips against me. But as quickly as it started, I stop again. Now breathless, you put your top on and start to fix your hair, but as soon as you bend over again, you are filled to capacity once more. You are now desperate to be filled with cum and beg and plead to be filled, but as soon as you think it’s about to happen, I pull out, dripping with your wetness, and get dressed. Confused and even hornier than when we started, you begrudgingly get dressed. Crop top without a bra and matching skirt.

“No panties.” I command.

“I need something to contain the wetness.” You say while putting on a lacy thong and giving me a wink.

I smile, nod, and give a wink back.

We ride our bikes to the restaurant, my throbbing member barely tucked into my shorts. Your gaping, swollen, wet pussy having to endure the bike seat pressed against you.

Sitting at the table isn’t any better. We reminisce about how I had my way with your mouth and pussy prior to dinner, and how it left us both wanting, which has you squirming in your chair. I love watching you squirm and thinking about how wet you are, and how easily I slipped in while you were bent over.

Recalling all of this leaves you desperate and contemplating an appetizer orgasm in the bathroom. The thought of you doing that causes a return of blood flow to my half-hard cock that has been at the ready since last penetrating you. We almost regret ordering food because of how ready we were to take each other, but eventually manage to eat despite our minds being on each other’s naked bodies. All throughout dinner, I just keep hoping that you would slip under the table and suck me to completion for your dessert, but at the same time, want you to cum several times around me before I finish.

We quickly finish dinner and hurry back home, both desperate to have each other.

As soon as we are back at home, our hands and mouths are all over each other. Somehow I end up completely naked while you only manage to remove the panties that I told you not to put on before being with me. The kissing is so intense. Hands everywhere. It is like we are a new couple going at it for the first time. Eventually, your mouth makes its way to my pulsing cock.

“I have been craving this since my first taste prior to dinner,” you say before you lick the shaft, then manage to put the entirety of my eight inches in your mouth.

Gagging but enjoying it all at the same time, your pussy is now throbbing and even wetter than when we started. You kiss your way up my chest, brushing your bush and wet pussy against my throbbing cock. You make a small hip thrust as if you want to impale yourself on me, but hesitate and move your hips higher. You want something else first. You slowly climb up my body and sit on my face, swaying your hips into my tongue and lips. It feels so good, but you know deep down that the only thing that will give you the orgasm you crave is to be deeply penetrated by me. And you know how deep I can go. You dismount my face and work your way back down. This time sitting on my still rock-hard cock and one swift move impaling yourself. It takes your breath away at first, but you continue to thrust and sway as you slowly work your way to your first orgasm of the night, tightening around me and clenching my hair as you uncontrollably tighten and quake around my cock.

At this point, you quickly remove the remainder of your clothing, and I flip you onto your back. You are so wet that I’m gliding in and out of your swollen, wet pussy with such ease. Due to my massive girth, you are stretched more than you ever thought possible and work your hand down to work on your clit and occasionally wrap your fingers around my massive cock that is stretching you out so much. And once again, your hips tighten, and your breath quickens as you experience another intense and mind-altering orgasm.

Out of breath and sweaty from cumming twice, you ask me to slow down. I oblige but still find myself slowly going in and out of you as deep as I can, making sure you feel every inch of me and getting confirmation as with each deep thrust, you shutter from being stretched and filled so much.

Due to multiple erections prior to, during, and one big one since dinner, I feel ready to explode.

“Can you pull out?” You ask.

With a bewildered look on my face, I beg, “It feels so much better to cum in you. It feels so sexy feeling you tighten around me while I…..”

“You’re right. Just fill me up….release yourself into me. Fill me up as much as you can.” You interrupt my plea.

And we simultaneously orgasm as I drive myself into you deeper than I have all night.

“I wouldn’t have been able to pull out if I could stand to leave you, because of how tight your legs were wrapped around me from your intense orgasm.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear you beg to cum in me.” You reply.

We lie there. Breathless, sweaty, and panting. Realizing that this was well worth the wait.