things - but no sex toys," I said, teasing him.
He laughed. "Been looking,
huh?"
I laughed right back. “No, but
somehow I think I'd notice if they were on a rack by the postcards."
We finished our drinks and
sauntered back to the house.
I grilled some steaks for an early
dinner on the deck. He was in the study using the computer. I went to get him
and he said, "Check this. We can order some toys online."
"Looking at porn on my aunt's
computer?"
"Yep, but it's for you,"
he laughed. "Look, this site offers fast and discreet delivery."
I pulled up a chair and sat next to
him. There was a menu of toys - vibes, oils, rings, beads, plugs. But dinner
was waiting.
"C'mon, our steaks are
done."
"Wait, let's order
something."
I was intrigued and peered at the
screen. "Hmm... a vibe, oil... sounds interesting to me. They'd be my
summer fling, since my husband is away working himself to death."
He laughed. "Yeah. I'll pay
the bills, you play."
"C'mon, let's eat. Order me
something and see if they can ship it here. That, and that look good." I
pointed to a slender vibe and a bottle of flavored lube.
"You sure you don't want one
of these monsters?" He pointed to some wild bat-like thing.
"No, baby. That's why I
married you. You're my monster. The thin one looks perfect. C'mon, order them
and let's eat." I left the study, laughing, but secretly I was pleased. I
had been thinking along these lines. It was easier that he order them than
maybe find out that I had.
After sunset, we packed some wine
and glasses and walked over to the beach. The sky was dark blue turning to
purple. It was pleasant; a slight breeze felt warm. The sea was fairly calm. I
had a blanket and we spread it out. We sipped the wine watching the sky slip
into darkness. We collected some driftwood, and he made a small fire. Soon a
full moon rose from the sea. It was maybe 9:30.
We made love right there on the
beach. I had worn a short jean skirt and a fleece top. He unzipped the top and
pressed me back on the blanket. My skirt was hiked up, and he unfastened his
jeans and rested over me. He entered me and gently stroked. I lay back, rocking
against his strokes. It was soft, gentle. He paused, letting me feel his
pulses. I squeezed back. We were in no rush. The moon lit the sea, and the
waves flashed white as they broke. The fire burned down. It felt like we were
in a private chamber with the moon casting a pale light beam across the water.
He pressed on me. We kissed, and I whispered in his ear, “Close your eyes. Now
tell me....mouth or pussy"? I clenched my abdominal muscles and squeezed
his cock.
"I feel that," he said.
“Are you doing that on purpose?"
"Yeah, I've been doing Kegel
exercises to learn how to do it."
"Mmm," he moaned as he
started to thrust. "Pussy, with a good grip!"
I laughed as he smiled down on me.
"Fuck your wife," I requested.
He did. Our pace quickened and he
came. I did, too, not as intense as the night before, but hot spasms flowed
from between my legs. He slipped out and we lay there. He found more wood for
the fire. We just sat there quietly, my top still unzipped. I moved and felt
the wet spot on the blanket. "I need to rinse off," I said.
"Go for a swim."
"Will you?"
"If you do."
I thought of it for just a minute
and decided. I rose and wiggled off the skirt and tossed off the fleece top. I
ran to the water and in. It was not as cold as I feared. The air was cool, but
the water felt okay. I swam out, ran my hand over my pussy, and flushed out
some of his seed. He was on the shore, testing the water, but did not come in.
I waited just a bit and swam to shore. Near the fire, I felt okay but was
chilled otherwise. So we dressed and returned to the house. After a warm shower
we were both tired and went to bed after watching the late news.
The next day, Sunday, we went to
the beach after breakfast. The weather was turning, and streaks of clouds were
moving in. By early afternoon it had become cloudy and cool. So we went