Anna Maria Island (12 page)

He looked magnificent beneath me.
His skin was glistening from the humid air and our actions. Streaks of oil from
my touch marked his shoulders and chest. A grimace of pleasure lit his face. I
could tell he was resisting the volcano building in his balls.
"Close?" I inquired, seeking signs that he could no longer resist.

His cock twinged to answer me. His
breathing was fast and deep. I knew my king needed release.

"Come for me baby," I
hissed. "Come in my cunt. I want to feel the explosion. Feel it like last
Sunday when you splashed in my mouth." He face was scratchy on my tits. I
liked the roughness. My cunt was rippling now, uncontrolled by me. My nasty
talk was like my cunt talking. Begging for his seed, my cunt contracted, then
softened rhythmically. "I'll fuck you tomorrow, baby. On the beach. People
can watch me. I rocked forcefully now and ground down on his cock. He rocked
his hips fast and penetrated deep as I pressed down. Sweat made our bodies
glow. I tasted salt, maybe from our sweat and tears of joy. He exploded, and
hot seed gushed from his royal tip into his cum-slut. It flooded me with slick
heat. I felt him spasm repeatedly. My cunt and his cock pulsed in unison. I
came again, less intense than earlier from the beads and his finger, but more
satisfying. Our bodies radiated heat as his semen blended with my cream.

"Ohhh, baby, that feels so
good," he groaned, as he dropped back to the couch.

Yeah," I agreed. "I felt
your come fill me." I remained in position, willing my cunt to contract
around his still hard cock. "Feel that?" I asked as I milked the
final drops.

"Fuck, that's amazing,"
he sighed, as I struggled to continue the exertions.

We remained fixed, concentrating on
the blending deep in my cunt. Exhausted, my cunt burned and the pulses
subsided. I remained motionless feeling the king's deep penetration into his
territory start to recede. I squeezed, but my muscles were spent. Reluctantly,
I lifted off trying to tighten and not drop gobs on his royal shaft. I was not
entirely successful.

I slipped off the couch and knelt
on the floor beside him. He lay back exhausted. He sighed and made an effort to
move so I could sit beside him. "Stay, my love," I whispered.
"Relax." He melted back on the couch. He looked rumpled and drained
and very sexy. "Let's take it easy this weekend," I suggested.
"You must be exhausted by work and commuting."

"Yes," he admitted,
"but weekends make it fantastic." I understood and appreciated the
efforts he was making.

"Wanna go to the beach
tomorrow, or relax here?" I sat back on my haunches trying not to drip on
the wood floor. He pondered the options. His eyes closed lazily, and I imagined
he was evaluating imperial plans. "I can give you head here on the deck or
on the beach. You want that?" I offered hopefully. It seemed the idea of
the beach dominated my thoughts since the previous Sunday.

His eyes burst open as if awakened
by a shout. He looked down on his mussed slut. "Do me at the beach,"
he announced, as if ordering off a menu.

"Mmm, I like that too. I
learned there is a nude beach down past the state beach," I confided
without telling how I knew. "Let's go there. You can show me off."

"And will you go nude?"
he inquired with renewed vigor.

"If you want me to," I
replied, to make it feel like I was unsure.

"Oh fuck, yeah," he
decided. "Let's show off your amazing tan, those perfect tits." I
shifted on my legs. Heat still simmered between my legs. I liked that he
thought my tits were perfect. I worked hard to stay firm and fit.

"And let's show off your
kingly cock," I implored.

"Fuckkkk," he said,
announcing his royal decision.

I looked him over and touched his
now soft, slippery cock and balls. "We'll need to clean these, won't
we?" I ran my fingertips over his slippery shaft and sack of jewels. As a
royal slave to the king, I cleaned him. Each lick brought the flavor of our
creams to my lips. My nostrils detected the heady scents of our come and the
oil. He moaned softly as I thoroughly completed my task. He took the hint of my
gentle pat under his thighs and lifted his hips so I could lick behind his
hanging balls. When done, I kissed the tip. "My lord, let's go to
bed."

We staggered to our feet and
wandered wearily to our bedroom. He used the bathroom as I pulled down the top
sheet. When he came into the bedroom, I went to the bath. In the mirror, I saw
the effects of our lovemaking. My hair was disheveled. My make-up and lipstick
were smeared. Some wet flakes of his come glittered on my face and in my hair.
My pearl earrings and necklace added an air of elegance to my decidedly slutty
visage. The fishnets revealed my dirty desires. I liked how my sleek legs
stretched within them. I peeled them off, but the dirty desires remained. I
removed the jewelry and washed my face. With a wet face cloth, I removed the
streaks on my thighs and dabbed at the headwaters of our cream. Returning to
bed, I collapsed on the clean sheets and we passed into deep slumber.

In the morning, I awoke and slipped
from the bed. He was sleeping soundly and did not awaken. The sun was up, and I
made coffee, then showered. After toweling dry, I applied lotion to soften my
skin. The view from the mirror revealed that my exercise routine had nicely
sculpted definition to my arms, shoulders, abs, and legs. My breasts curved
nicely and soft brown nipples pointed upwards from their perch. I hefted my
tits and tested their weight. They jiggled playfully. I decided maybe they
looked a little bit smaller with my weight loss and all over tan. I liked my
figure. My jutting tits remained proportional to my body. My thinner waist
attested to the many crunches I had done. Turning to view my profile, I saw
that my tits projected nicely from my smooth shoulders. Turning confirmed that
my cycling had tightened my ass. That exercise had particularly toned my legs
and ass and created an enticing view from the back. My freshly shaved peach
peeked sexily from between my round cheeks. I remained nude to prepare for the
day's adventures.

In the living room, I surveyed the
scene of our night's passion. Collecting the beads, stained sheet and oil, I
restored the decorum of the room. With wet paper towels I removed the splatters
of dried come on the floor beside the couch where I had knelt.

I dressed in a bright patterned
sundress and sandals to run out for a few supplies. It would be a hot sunny
day. Per my summer custom, the dress was unbuttoned low revealing the swell of
my breasts. I felt the lingering glances of a few strangers in the store.
Returning home, I prepared a small cooler for our trip to the beach. Deli
sandwiches, chips, some fruit and beverages would do fine. I packed some beach
towels, the day's paper, sunscreen, and my book of erotic stories in a beach
bag.

He came to the kitchen around 10
o’clock. Disheveled, he looked ready for breakfast. We went to the deck, and I
had coffee as he ate a full breakfast. He was nude and totally at ease with
being so. The beach house had become our sanctuary. We chatted about his work
week and developments. His work project was expanding beyond the initial plans.
He shared his excitement with the prospects to advance in the company. I
decided not to raise my growing interest in quitting teaching and perhaps
moving to the shore.

His optimism was infectious and
tempered my discontent with thinking about the future. He speculated that his
company might expand rapidly, and that he had the potential for an equity stake
in a new joint venture with another outfit. I had a sense this might mean a
major change in our standard of living. We seemed on the threshold of something
big, and it energized us. Only later would the details emerge. We decided to be
patient and not get ahead of ourselves. I held my concerns with the agonies of
teaching to myself.

We finished breakfast and made
final preparations to go to the nude beach. I told him of the stuff I packed
and suggested he shower before we go. As he showered, I found a pair of faded
shorts and a light weight shirt for him. I'd wear the sexy sundress and nothing
under. In case of a change in plans, I also selected one of my string bikinis.
I hoped not to need it.

He came out of the shower looking
refreshed. He looked fit. I complimented him, and he shared that he was
exercising more during the week, too. He dressed, and we gathered our stuff and
went out to the car. The drive to the beach went by quickly. "You really
going to go nude?" he asked with a sly smile on his face.

"Well, I packed a bikini in
case you don't want others to see me."

He laughed heartily. "I came
last night when you said people could watch you fuck me."

"I know you did! It was quite
a gusher."

"Did you mean it?"

I slouched some on the front seat.
Drawing the hem of my sundress upwards, I uncovered my bare pussy. The sun
shone through the window and streamed heat on my mound. Parting my lips, I felt
the familiar slickness of my arousal. I wet my fingers and showed him.
"See what the idea does to me?"

He shifted in his seat fitting his
hard on more comfortably in the leg of his shorts. "Oh my. My wife is as
horny as I am." He said this with deep satisfaction.

"I’m gonna kiss the tip.
Everyone can see." I announced this with clear resolve. I unfastened
another button of my dress so the open neck plunged below my breasts.

He drove more quickly and we sped
towards the state beach. It was good we did. The parking lot was nearly full
and, after paying to enter, we found one of the few remaining spaces. We parked
and gathered our stuff for the trek to the beach.

The patrolled area of the beach was
crowded with families and couples. The lifeguards sat on elevated chairs
watching the swimmers in the surf. We walked through the crowds to the wet sand
at the water's edge where we removed out footwear. There I packed our sandals
in the bag, and we headed to the boundary defining the end of the patrolled
area. I know my husband, and perhaps a few onlookers, enjoyed a nice view of my
dangling breasts as I bent low to store the sandals. At the boundary, a sign
cautioned that the expanse of beach ahead was unpatrolled. It did not specify
that bathing suits were optional, but members of the cycling club had said they
were.

We walked on, and within a hundred
yards or so, encountered topless women, and I knew the rumors were true. My
husband's eyes wandered to a full-breasted woman walking towards the water. I
tugged his arm and he laughed. Well, you brought me here!"

"Indeed I did, my king. Your
people welcome your gaze." I hugged closer to his arm and his hand fell to
pat my ass. He cupped my taut cheek. "See, my cycling has toned my butt
for you," I teased. I liked that my workouts had helped me lose a few
pounds but, more importantly, tighten and define my figure. I felt surprisingly
easy about going topless or nude as I compared my fitness with the women on the
beach. I unbuttoned the dress to the last button just above my navel. The dress
opened, revealing my now hard nipples. I was comfortable with the exposure. In
fact, it felt great.

We walked farther and started to
look for where to settle our things. As we walked we encountered more people
about on towels and in the water. Nearly all were totally nude. They were
generally spread out to respect the privacy of others. We passed a couple
strolling nude towards us. We both felt the focused look of the men checking out
our breasts. To be honest, I confess I did notice that the guy's cock was
perhaps a bit short, but he compensated with width. Arousal welled up in me,
and I felt the familiar sensations in my belly and below.

We walked on, and I warmed to the
idea of being nude. I confided to my king that it looked like I'd not need the
bikini I packed. I squeezed his arm excitedly. We looked for a spot that would
not invade somebody's space. I could not help but notice that some very hot men
were showing everything. As my king's eyes roamed the jiggling women, my eyes
gauged the dangling manhood on display. I was further aroused by the scenes we
encountered and the prospects for exhibiting myself. I did not see sexual acts
and wondered if I would fulfill my oral contract.

A couple emerged from the dunes and
the sea grass rising above the beach. They were nude and quite sexy and fit.
She, in particular, had the look of being freshly fucked. She held his hand as
they sauntered towards their towels and bags. I noticed that his cock swayed
heavily with his steps, and his balls hung like weights beneath his torso. Her
breasts were high and firm. I wondered if she was enhanced but suspected she
was not. Her toned body suggested a rigorous work-out routine. She was also
shaved bare which seemed the popular style of the women. Something about her
relaxed gaze and confident stride suggested they had done more than see the
sights from the dunes. "I guess the dunes are the playroom," I
advised, as my husband directed his gaze from a jiggling blonde near the water
to the couple descending to the beach.

"Ah, the plot thickens!"
He chuckled as he gripped my arm.

"So will my king's cock,"
I promised.

We dropped our bag and spread our
towels at a spot about midway between two nude couples. We could see farther
down the beach, and this place seemed as good as any. He sat and fished an iced
tea from the cooler. We split it and surveyed the sights. On either side of us,
nude forms reclined on beach towels. Several people were in the water. Strollers
ambled along the waterline. Nowhere did I see a stitch of clothing. Farther
down the shore we could see SUV's scattered about. I surmised that some of the
cycling crowd might be in that mix.

He removed his shirt, and I found
the sunscreen. I applied an ample squirt to each shoulder and massaged it in. I
covered his back while he applied lotion to his chest, arms and legs. I touched
up spots he missed. He felt good. My hands roamed his toned torso and prepared
my king for the relentless sun. I applied some to my arms and legs to add to
the lotion I applied after my morning shower. He looked at me expectantly. He
nodded with raised eyebrows prompting me to disrobe.