The Beach House (5 page)

“Mm-hm,” Joe said, trying for a neutral
tone.

Kim punched him softly on the back.

“You can look, Joe, I don’t mind. Look all
you like. As long as it’s me you love.”

Kim rubbed herself against his butt and
smiled when he reached around to rest his hand flat against the
back of her waist.

“Always,” he said.

Kim dropped her right hand until the fingers
rested lightly over the thick bulge in Joe’s swim trunks.

“Is this for her, or for me, Joe?” Her
fingers cradled the shape of his half-erect cock.

“Who do you think?”

“I’m not so sure. Oh God!” Kim gasped. The
woman was closer now and she reached up and tugged casually at the
straps on her bikini top, easing them. The movement lifted her
breasts, for a moment exposing pale undersides.

Joe’s cock filled, and he wondered if the
reaction was because of Kim’s hand or the sight of the woman. She
released the straps, her breasts settling back, heavy inside the
bikini top. Her long belly was flat, tapering to a slim waist,
flaring only slightly to narrow hips. The bikini bottom didn’t
match the top, different color and style, light gray where the top
was black, cut square across her legs like a pair of jockey shorts,
scooped low at the front to exposed a long expanse of skin below
her navel. The material, some cross of nylon and lycra, clung to
every fold and curve, her pubic mound prominent. The woman had been
looking down at the sand, but now she raised her head and they both
knew she caught them watching through the window. Joe sensed Kim
jump and try to hide behind him. He suppressed a smile. The woman
tilted her head, letting them know she was watching them back. She
raised her hand in a casual wave. Joe lifted his own, returning the
greeting.

“You gonna say hello too, Kim?” he
asked.

Kim lifted her hand off his cock and offered
a small wave. The woman’s teeth flashed, white against her tan,
before she turned away from them, back to the closed up house next
door.

“I wonder who she is?” Kim returned her hand
to Joe’s trunks.

Joe shook his head. “No idea. I assume she
owns the house or is allowed to use it.”

“Wow,” Kim said.

“Wow what?”

“Nothing. Just wow.”

Joe laughed. “I didn’t realize women
affected you that way.”

“We all have our little secrets, Joe.”

“Not from each other,” he said. “Never from
each other.”

Kim’s head rested against the back of his
shoulder. “No, you’re right. Never from each other.” Her breasts
flattened against him and he felt dampness where her nipples
leaked, a small amount of milk soaking two layers of cotton.

“You’re not into women, are you?” Joe asked,
his curiosity, and his cock, piqued at the thought she might
be.

“No… not really. But I guess I could be a
little curious...” Kim wrapped her fingers around the ridge of his
cock, found him harder than before.

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well now you do.” She lifted her hand,
burrowing in past the elastic of his trunks until her fingers found
his bare cock.

“Is Ami asleep?” Joe asked as Kim began
stroking along his length.

She nodded against his back. “Do you think
you want to lie down too, Joe?”

“It might do me good,” Joe said.

“Me too,” Kim said.

Joe followed his wife upstairs to the
bedroom. Kim lay back on the bed and looked up at him with open
need in her face. Their sex life was good before Ami was conceived,
but during pregnancy Kim went wild, constantly needing sex.
Different positions, different ways, different places and times.
Joe was more than happy to oblige. Something about the way Kim’s
body changed as life grew inside her, about the way her stomach
bloomed, becoming smooth and tight, turned him on more than he
could bear. After Ami was born there came a gap, a hiatus in their
normally vibrant sex life as Kim recovered; but she still continued
to suck his cock until he filled her mouth. Kim worked hard
restoring her figure and four months after Ami’s birth she looked
even better than before. Because Ami was feeding, Kim’s breasts
remained large and Joe was constantly turned on by their
sensitivity, turned on by the milk leaking from her nipples. He was
aware of it now, staining the front of her t-shirt around the hard
peaks tenting the loose cotton.

Joe moved to close the blinds covering the
bedroom windows, but Kim said, “Leave them, babe.”

“What if someone looks in from the
beach?”

Kim rolled on her side and stared through
the window, shutters forming dark wooden shadows beyond the glass,
slicing the beach and sky into strips. “So?” She started touching
herself outside her bikini briefs, lifting her leg so Joe could see
more clearly where her fingers lay.

“Fuck, Kim.” Joe sat on the edge of the bed,
his cock painful inside his trunks. “We can’t do this.” The tall
windows in the bedroom reached almost to the floor offering an
uninterrupted view of the beach, equally presenting a clear view in
for anyone outside. It was the reason the shutters covered them.
When closed.

“Mm, we can,” Kim said, “I want you to fuck
me, Joe, but slow, real slow.”

She reached across and tugged at his trunks.
They had to come off, and as she pulled them down his cock jerked
up hard against his belly and Joe caught Kim watching hungrily, her
expression one Joe recognized, knowing its meaning.

“Oh my God, do you think you can manage
slow?” she asked.

“I can try, and if I can’t manage slow maybe
we can carry on anyway.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” Kim grinned
and Joe saw her expression change as a new idea came to her. “Okay,
fast is good too, Joe. Cover me in cum and afterward we’ll do it
again but slower.”

Kim lifted her hips from the bed as Joe
tugged at her bikini briefs, allowing him to draw them down her
slim legs. Kim had shaved her pussy for the birth, claiming someone
had told her it was more hygienic, although Joe believed she was
making the story up. Then a couple of months after the birth she
started shaving there again. As the lowering bikini exposed her sex
Joe’s eyes devoured the smooth exposed skin between her legs. She
knew how much he liked her smooth skin; Joe too recognizing being
shaved excited Kim too. She wanted him to do the same, but other
than allowing her to trim his pubic hair short and shave his ball
sac he had resisted so far, although the idea was beginning to grow
on him, lodging insidiously in his mind as he wondered what it
would be like to fuck her with no hair between them at all.

Joe pulled his t-shirt over his head. Kim
lay passive, waiting for him to strip hers off. First he leaned
over and kissed the edge of her thigh, his nose touching between
her legs, his tongue following and he found her thighs wet, her
labia plump with arousal. Kim pushed against his lips and Joe drew
back teasingly. She lifted her arms above her head, exposing all of
her now taut belly. Joe grinned and slid a hand beneath the cotton
and traced a line with his finger around her right breast,
deliberately avoiding her nipple until she squirmed and he took
pity. The instant his fingers touched the hard nub Kim jerked and
gave a muted cry, pushing the back of her hand against her mouth.
Joe felt the slickness around Kim’s nipple as milk expressed. She
didn’t seem able to stop the milk since arriving at the beach
house, whether because she was producing too much or because of the
sex neither of them knew or cared. The break from routine had made
them both more sensitive to arousal. They couldn’t get enough of
each other, and when Kim’s breasts leaked it turned Joe on more
than he thought possible. At times, they more than leaked. When she
was especially aroused at the moment of climax her right nipple,
the one Ami used less, would spurt warm milk against him, never
failing to tip him over. Just thinking about it was making Joe
tremble, and he knew he was incapable of lasting as long as Kim
needed to achieve her own satisfaction.

“Is quick okay?” he asked, and she
grinned.

“Oh yeah, Joe, as fast as you want
babe.”

Joe pulled the t-shirt over Kim’s head,
mussing up her blonde curls. Joe watched Kim slide around on the
mattress until her head hung over the edge, knowing exactly what he
wanted. She lifted her knees so her heels rested on the far side of
the mattress. Joe took his weight on his hands, pressing down into
the covers on either side of Kim’s hips, and let the aching head of
his cock lie against the side of her face.

“No – fast.” She reached for him, breath hot
against his belly, hair brushing his thigh. Her fingers found his
cock and he groaned as she brought him to her lips. She placed the
thick head of his cock against her mouth and waited. Joe trembled
against her lips, letting Kim feel his need and when he pressed she
offered token resistance, forcing Joe to push the head of his cock
between her lips.

Joe arched over Kim, his tongue seeking her
pussy as his cock slid deeper into her mouth, curving against her,
belly pressing against her nipples and she gasped around his cock
even as it filled her mouth. He was deep inside her now and she
pushed back against his hips. Joe eased the pressure, aware Kim was
at the limit of what she could take, wishing he could bury himself
entirely inside her mouth but knowing that was not possible,
satisfied with what she offered. They had tried in the past, slowly
and quickly, and Kim could only ever manage half his length before
starting to gag.

Joe stretched, his tongue finding the
slippery wet sensitivity between Kim’s legs as she stroked his
balls with her nails, making him shiver. His ball sac tightened and
he knew he was on a hair trigger and this would take no time at
all. As his tongue opened her sex Kim pressed her thighs against
his face and pushed up, gaining what pleasure she could before he
exploded. His balls stroked against the bridge of her nose and Joe
imagined what Kim would see, no longer worried about any part of
his body on display to her because she told him nothing was out of
bounds, proving it now as her hand searched along the cleft of his
ass and a fingertip found his asshole. That simple, single touch
was all the trigger he needed.

Joe’s mouth lifted from her pussy as the
curn filled his cock. He jerked into her mouth, for a moment going
too deep before regaining a measure of control. The first hard
explosion of semen splashed against Kim’s tongue and then he was
filling her mouth, his seed slippery and slick on her tongue and he
watched as she allowed it to slide from her lips, slide along her
upturned face as he erupted again and again until she had no choice
but to swallow.

Joe held himself against her, shaking, his
cock slowly deflating. Kim sucked hard around his softening length,
drawing the last reluctant drops from him and he pulled away and
sat on his heels on the bare wooden floor, bent over and kissed
her, his face upside down to hers, his tongue exploring her mouth.
The taste of his cum in her mouth excited him, and Joe was aware
this was turned her on too.

Joe knew Kim was only starting, and the
thought of how aroused she had become since arriving at the beach
began to thicken his cock again; not hard yet, but longer than a
moment before. He tugged her around on the bed, flipping her onto
her front, kissed his way along her slim back, kissing the deep
valley running along her spine. Slowly he worked his way up,
knowing she liked certain things, knowing the places on Kim’s body
that made her shiver. Here, to the right of her spine, below the
shoulder blade – something extremely sensitive lay at that point
though neither knew exactly what. The right degree of pressure was
required, and Joe pushed two fingers down into the muscle, finding
a tiny node, some microscopic point, aware he had found the exact
spot when Kim bucked and yelped.

Joe laughed. “Are you
sure
you like
me doing that?”

Kim shook her head. “I’m not sure. Yes. No.
It hurts, but it’s exquisite as well… like there’s a direct
connection through to my tits.” She laughed into the bed covers.
“God Joe, I’ve squirted on the sheets again.”

“Don’t sweat it.” He released the pressure
of his fingers and kissed her on the same spot. “Get ‘em as wet as
you like. We’ve got plenty more.”

“What’s the cleaner going to think when she
finds a basket full of stained bed sheets?” She half turned on her
side, looking back at him, seeing the amusement in his face.

“She’ll be jealous, I guess.”

“Too right,” Kim said. “I still want it
slow, Joe, don’t forget.” He saw her glance down to where his three
quarter erect cock swung against her ass, wriggling against him,
making him stiffen further.

“Is Ami down for a while?” he asked,
nuzzling into her neck, searching for more pleasure points. He had
identified three or four around her neck. Kim loved her earlobes
being sucked and nipped. Loved when he kissed just behind her ears,
when he sucked against her neck, around the side and back.

Kim groaned. “She’ll be down for an hour at
least. She took a good feed.”

Joe kissed her behind one ear, gooseflesh
dimpling instantly against her arms and he smiled. His fingers
stroked her back, sliding down between the cheeks of her ass and
Kim pushed one leg to the side, parting herself in encouragement.
Joe laid his finger against her sweet pink asshole and slowly moved
the tip in a circle.

“How long can you hold out?” he whispered
into her neck.

“Ages,” Kim said. “Ages and ages.”

“Are you sure?” Joe lifted his finger to his
mouth and wet the length against his tongue. When his finger
returned to her ass he pressed lightly, opening her. He watched his
fingertip work inside Kim’s tight asshole, the sight causing his
cock to harden fully. Kim must have felt him stiffen and slide
against her side because she twisted, not so much that Joe’s
attention on her ass was distracted, but enough to allow her hand
to reach him.