Beach Body: A David and Sarah Adventure (Short) (Patreon)

Forgive me a little self-indulgent short. Since finishing 30 Days I've been needing a bit more David and Sarah in my life. The usual warnings apply. If cuck stuff ain't your thing then give this one a pass. For the rest of you, I hope you enjoy the first sequel to 30 Days.

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Beach Body

It had been a month and a half since ‘Naughty November’, those amazing 30 days when I gave my formerly repressed wife Sarah the freedom to sexually blossom on her own terms while I in turn had been forced to come to terms with my deep-seated cuckold and jealousy fetishes. More importantly than the erotic awakening we’d experienced it had forced us to open up to each other in vulnerable and intimate ways and set our already happy marriage onto even firmer foundations.

That month had been one hell of a ride and we’d been reaping the rewards ever since. Sarah was funnier, flirtier, and outgoing like she’d never been. Gone were the days when a mere racy joke would send her into a full blushing retreat. She was also so much more active in our lovemaking. No longer did she just lay there and simply let me do my thing. No. She was now a true partner who helped to steer our sexy fun just as much as I did. As for myself, I was now able to enjoy my fetishes without quite so much shame attached to it. With Sarah’s occasional and well timed light teasing I’d had some of the best orgasms of my life these past couple of months. More importantly though was that I was more secure in both my wife’s commitment to me as well myself both as a husband and as a lover. Once upon I time I worried that Sarah might someday be swept away by some other man who could give her what I couldn’t. I now knew that wasn’t ever going to happen. Over the course of last November Sarah had had hotter men, richer men, dominant men, bigger men, and better lovers of both genders yet at no point did she stop being mine. Not even close. For whatever reason she loved her pervy ‘Papa Bear’ with all her blessed heart. I’d lost a friend in the process and the old man from down the block still looked at me funny but all in all the experience had been nothing but wonderful.

Free from our old limitations our love life since December first has been off the charts. Our sex was hotter, harder, more playful, more exploratory, more creative, more expressive and WAY more frequent than it had ever been. We’d probably had more nookie the past forty-some days as the entire year previous to that. We hadn’t yet gone so far as to bring in other partners or anything like that, despite Sarah’s coworkers circling us like hungry piranha. Even Mr. Sticky, Sarah’s thick 8” dildo, had been retired over the past six weeks. She said that she did not want to become overly accustomed to larger sizes, worried that I might start to feel small to her even on days that she didn’t use it. We’d agreed that he would be saved for ‘special occasions’. Not only were we more than satisfied with just each other, we needed that span of time to reassert our physical and spiritual connection. We would get kinky again, we had no doubts about that, but it would only be a sometimes thing. Our marriage would be 90% a regular, vanilla, monogamous relationship with the occasional extravagance.

Today just happened to be our first extravagance.

“Ohhhh boy.” Sarah laments as she stares out the glass balcony door of our hotel room. She had the curtain held across her completely nude body so that from the outside it would appear she was wearing a tacky toga. From my vantage point behind her I could see all her creamy smooth skin and her plump round derriere. “There’s so many people!”

“I’m not surprised.” I say. “It’s a balmy 85 degrees out there. Even in Florida that’s pretty damn nice for January. I mean, the forecast was half the reason we came this weekend, isn’t it?”

“We came because the tickets were dirt cheap.”

“A steal!” I agree. “Thanks to the heads up from Casey. We owe her one.”

“Leave it to her to know all the good deals for adult nudist getaways.” She gripes. “There’s some more people coming out! We should have given this more thought.”

“There wasn’t time. It was a last minute bargain.” I chuckle and come up behind my nervous wife to pat her perfect ass. “Look at you. Is this the same woman who flashed Old Man Brown and his dog?”

“I didn’t know they were out there!”

“Is this the same woman who bound herself naked to a bed?”

“Our bed in our room in our house!”

“Is this the same woman who gave head in a parking lot?”

“An abandoned parking lot!”

“Is this the same woman who played strip poker? And welcomed a whole party of people into her home in practically nothing for a kinky games night?”

“That was different! They were the cool club and…it was Naughty November! Doesn’t count. Eep!” She quickly ducks fully behind the curtain as pair of naked older women stroll too close to our ground floor balcony. It had privacy walls to the left and right but in front it lead straight out onto the beach area, meaning that when the curtains were open anybody could see in just as easily as we could see out. Safe behind her curtain she looks up at me, her huge cornflower blue eyes as wide as they could go. “That was close!”

My hands on my hips I throw my head back and laugh. After all she’d done in November seeing her all nervous and bashful again was ADORABLE! She might have been liberated but Sarah was still Sarah.

“What are you laughing at? Stinker!” She looks up and down my big, nude body. “You go out there then if you’re so brave.”

“Okay.” I take a step toward the door.

“Wait!” She peeps and clutches my arm. “Don’t go without me!”

Still chuckling I slide an arm around her, pull her soft body into mine, and kiss the top of her head. “We don’t HAVE to go out there.” I say. “The rest of the resort is clothing optional. You could wear that sexy bikini you brought if you want. It’s just the beach area where nudity is mandatory.”

“I know, I know.”

“We could rent a car. Check out Disney and Universal.”

“No.”

I grin as I run a hand down her smooth back. “We could just stay in. Get room service and…he he he…find something on our own to do.”

She titters and squeezes in closer to me. “That does sound nice. But…” She looks out over the white sands, the blue water, and the exposed flesh of the other guests. “…we did come all this way.”

“Nobody out there even knows us.” I say. “We’ll never see them again after Monday.”

“True.” She says. “I guess it doesn’t really matter what they think about us.”

“Exactly.” I stroke her shoulder. “And we’re all in the same boat here. They’re as naked as we are. Nobody’s got the upper hand. Let yourself go, baby. Be a bit naughty. It’s what we’re here for.”

“Yeah.” She whispers. “You’re right.” In her tone, in her gaze, in the way she pressed against me I could tell that Sarah really wanted to get out there. One of the many revelations from November was that Sarah, despite or because of her natural body shyness, had a bit of an exhibitionism kink. It had come through loud and clear in her letters to me during that month when she’d excitedly go on about how people would look at her body and it was precisely the reason I pushed for us to take this trip once it was offered. Nudism wasn’t my thing but it excited her greatly and with us trying to get pregnant I couldn’t be sure what the future would bring or if Sarah would even be up to something like this once she was with child or after. This trip was for her. “I guess nobody outside can see us.”

“That’s what those tall fences and shrubs are all about. This place is a compound. Besides.” I say. “You’re literally the hottest woman here. There’s no reason to be intimidated by anyone.”

“Aww.” She smiles and looks up into my eyes. “I’m not.”

“You are.” I say right back with a kiss. “To me at least.”

She giggles even as a blush rises across her cheeks and nose. “You’re the hottest guy too!”

“There ya go. We’re the hottest couple here, period. And we’re definitely one of the youngest. They’ll be droolin over us.”

“He he he! Okay. If you do it…I’ll do it.”

“Let’s do it!”

With Sarah glued to my side, her keeping her tits and pussy held carefully to face me, I slide open our door and step out into the fresh sea air. I take a big inhale then let it out again. “Hahhh.” I was acting cool though on the inside I was anything but. I wasn’t thrilled about prancing around in my birthday suit and all I could think about was all these other men ogling at my wife’s naked flesh. Don’t pop a boner, David, don’t you dare pop a boner! Nodding to the pair of lounging chairs on our balcony I say. “I thought we could start here then wander out when we’re feeling brave.”

With no warning at all Sarah suddenly breaks from my side. Grabbing my hand she darts forward. “Come on!”

“Woah!” I exclaim as I am jolted into a jog with my wife tugging me along behind her.

“Come on, come on! Hurry!” She says. “Before I chicken out.”

“Okay. I’m coming.” I say through stifled laughs as I trot along behind her. The trot soon becomes a run and then a full on sprint! “Hey! Slow down.” She does not. The warm sun licking our flesh and sand flying up behind us we are running at full tilt toward the water’s edge in nothing but our wedding rings. Every eye was on us as Sarah’s tits bounce, her butt jiggles, and my dick sways to our mad streaking dash across the open expanse. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” She says, her eyes locked straight ahead. When we get to the water’s edge…she doesn’t stop!

Sploosh!

“JESUS!” I yelp as warm skin meets the frigid Atlantic. Despite my protests she pulls me deeper into the blue. “Whoooo!”

“Don’t stop.”

“Baby, the beach is not for swimming in January! Brrr! Look, nobody else in the water.”

“Come on you big baby.” She implores, pushing deeper into the lapping waves. “It’s not so bad.” Not so bad? It was freezing! We don’t stop walking until she was up to her neck and me up to my nipples at which point she turns around and looks up to me with bright gleaming eyes to laugh through a shiver. “Ha ha ha! We did it! He he he!”

I turn my head to look back the way we came to see amused faces staring back. “So much for blending in.”

Sarah giggles ebulliently. “Think they saw anything?”

“If they didn’t blink.”

“He he he he!” With trouble sparkling in her eyes she takes a step back and playfully slaps the surface to send a spray of water across my face and chest.

“Hey!”

“He he he he!” She splashes me again three more times in rapid succession.

“Pbbst! You little…!”

“Ha ha ha ha!” Turning away she dips under the surface and flutter kicks away from me, her gorgeous pale hourglass shape wavering beneath the ripples as she goes.

Trying escape me by swimming? She hadn’t a chance. She knew that of course.

With a big grin I ignore the bone chilling cold and dive right after her. In a just a few powerful freestyle strokes I have her. I take hold of her supple calf and pull her back into me. Her body feels so fuckin good as I manhandle her beneath the surface. With her laughing and thrashing I hoist her up out of the water.

“EEEEE!” She squeals in delight, desperately trying to cover her private bits while also trying to slip from my grip.

“Hayyy-YUP!”

“Wait!” She peeps even as I hurl her high into the air. “HEEE!!!” Suddenly in free fall Sarah instinctively reaches out with arms and legs, uncovering what she’d been trying so hard to hide. I and everyone else watch her bare booty and everything else come hurtling back down again. “…EEEE…”

BOOOSH!

I am deluged by cold salt water as she plunges into the ocean six feet in front of me. A three count later Sarah comes bursting back up sputtering and snorting and laughing all at once.

“You big…pbbt…” She blows the water from her nose then wipes face and pushes back her long blond hair in one motion. “…bully!”

“You started it.” I chuckle, gliding up to her.

“Ever hear of reasonable force? Pbbbssst.” Wiping her face again she gripes. “Ya didn’t have to go straight to the nuclear option!”

“Sorry, baby.” I continue chuckling despite myself. She was put on a show of it but I knew she loved the roughhousing as much as I did. Her poorly hidden smirk was a dead give away. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Ulg!” She sticks out her tongue through the cutest cringe. “I swallowed some! Blahhh!”

“Need mouth to mouth?” I pinch one of her nips, finding it as firm and perky as it could get.

“You wish.” She titters and slaps my hand away. “No touchie the boobie.”

“Aw, come on baby.”

“He he he.” Dipping low she treads backwards away from me. “Nuh uh.” All at once she twists and dives under, the spray of her kicking feet showering me once more.

“Pah! You little…!”

I am on the chase again. This time I am careful not to catch her. We laugh and frolic and laugh some more as we play in our ocean playground. With nobody else foolish enough to brave the water we had the whole of the vast Atlantic to ourselves. As much fun as we were having the temperature was becoming an issue and that warm, sunny beach was looking more inviting by the minute.

“Let’s go in.” I say as I take her delicate hands.

“I’m not r-ready yet.” She chatters.

“Baby, you’re shivering. Your lips are turning blue.” I say. “Both pairs.”

“B-Both pairs?” Her eyes widen as she catches my meaning. “DAVID!” She giggles and splashes me once more.

“What happened to our truce?” I grab her and start to lift. “One more ride it is.”

“NO! MERCY!” She screams and pounds her fists against my chest. “You b-better not!”

Laughing I let her slip from my hands. “Come on. We can go straight to the room. You can hide behind me if you need to.”

Glancing to the sand and the dozen or so other guests milling about then back to me she finally relents. “Fine. You w-win.” Under the cover of waves she pinches my butt and teases. “W-Wimp. C-C-Can’t even stand a little c-c-cold.”

I smile and roll my eyes. Hand in hand we stride for shore. In her grip and crackling energy I could feel my wife’s excitement as her body is slowly revealed by the receding water. I hold her hand tight, both to support her and to show to the world just what a lucky bastard I was to have found the perfect woman to walk along side me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Sarah was keeping her other hand gripped at her hip, forcing herself to let it all hang free. Fresh from the water her big, full tits had never been perkier. And since November she’d continued to shave down below so her pussy didn’t even have the usual blond fuzz to hide behind. There she was in all her glory for all to see.

I pan left and right to gauge the other guests reactions, the men in particular, and I am not surprised to see Sarah the target of many a longing look. Eat your heart out boys. She’s all mine. Seeing their eyes lick up and down her bare flesh though stings at my jealous heart and stirs my jealous libido.

“They’re looking at us.” Sarah whispers as our feet meets dry sand. A gust wafts across our flesh raising every hair and bringing it home as to just how exposed we were.

“They’re looking at you.” I whisper back.

“Ooo boy.” Taking a deep breath she steps closer to hold my arm for courage while we walk slowly toward our balcony. Then, to my surprise, she steers us off course toward a group of five other guests standing near the little beach bar. “Let’s say hi.”

“Towel off first?”

“Now.” She says. “Before I chicken out.”

“Alright then.”

This would be first contact with other people in the buff. We’d seen some skin on the way into our room but hadn’t yet actually interacted with any of the other guests. And as this was our first foray out nobody had yet seen us up close. As casually as we could manage given the unfamiliar circumstances we stroll up to the group like we might at a company picnic or Christmas party though it was weird as hell initiating chit chat with a bunch of naked strangers.

Before a word had even been uttered I am instantaneously sizing up what we were walking in to. To my left was a wiry woman in her mid to late fifties with small saggy breasts and wild natural bush. Her long graying hair was sun-kissed blond and every last inch of her was a deep tan color from long hours outdoors. Next to her was a similarly tanned, similarly scrawny, similarly bushy balding man of around the same age. I cannot stop myself from taking a super fast peek below to quietly compare. He had low hung and wrinkly balls and an average sized pecker, as tanned as the rest of him, that hung curved to the right. At a glance I would guess that this couple were life long nudists and probably into some sort of naturalistic lifestyle. Across from me stood a portly light-skinned black man in early middle age. He was impeccably trimmed above and below, his neat and short pubes working to accentuate and emphasize his uncircumcised and otherwise unremarkable dick. Continuing my pan around I lay eyes on a quite attractive thirty-something black woman, her deep and rich skin tone much darker than the trimmed man at her side. She had a wavy shoulder long hair and a long, slender physique with lovely pouting breasts and a smooth shaven muff with prominent chocolate colored pussy lips. And finally, standing just to the other side of Sarah, was a stocky man with a mustache and simple buzz cut who looked to be of at least half Asian descent. As with the others my eyes flit downward and…they flit a second time. Fuck! Long and thick yet fully flaccid, the dude was packing! While I only dared the briefest of glances I had seen Sarah’s sex tape with Richie enough times to know that this guy was at least as big, and probably bigger.

The way Sarah looked from him and up to me with that impish twinkle in her blue eyes I could tell that she’d noticed as well. I mean…how could she not? God damn! She gives me a subtle waggle of her eyebrows to erase all doubt what that twinkle was about then with a sinful smile she looks back his way. Awww, shit. Here comes those sharp jealous pangs like I hadn’t felt since a month and a half ago.

As we checked them out they did the same in return. Though they were probably better at hiding it than we were, well, all except the black lady who gave us each a full once over with unabashed boldness, each man and woman took in Sarah’s sexy body and took my measure as well. For Sarah I could see that every woman was a bit jealous and every guy a bit envious, and I couldn’t blame them. My baby girl was looking GOOD. With me I see…amusement? It is only then, right at the very second when the black woman takes a peek at my crotch and is forced to cover her grin, that it hits me. I’d just been in the cold ocean for the better part of an hour. Shrinkage! God damn it! It was way too late to cover up now without being damned obvious about it.

All of this silently happens in the space of but a couple of seconds before the older tanned man breaks the ice. Raising his tropical beverage in greeting he gives us a friendly. “Welcome, snowbirds.”

“Snowbirds?” Sarah tilts her head.

“Canucks. Canadians.” He says. “They’re the only ones swimmin this time of year.”

“Ha! No, we’re from Texas Mr…?”

“Call me Dave.” He motions to the woman beside him. “This is my lady, Annie.”

“Dave!” Sarah giggles, patting my belly. “My husband’s name is David. My name is Sarah.”

“Good to meet ya.” He reaches across and we shake while Sarah and Annie do the same. Looking me up and down he says. “Yer a big sumbitch, ain’t ya.”

“As they say, everything is bigger in Texas.” Sarah quips, before adding. “It’s just a saying though. Not EVERYTHING is bigger.” Was that a dig at my dick!? I knew that it was by the mirth underlying her sweet tone. GAH! That naughty little vixen! We’d played with some teasing in the bedroom but this was the first time she’d brought into the public realm. I couldn’t see myself but I well knew what I looked like coming out of cold water. It looked bad enough being a huge guy with an average sized dick but shrunken as it would been now, my nub and balls hidden among my thick pubes, I would look small even compared to the two average guys. Compared to the big guy I was downright tiny! I don’t know if Sarah somehow planned this, knowing her twisted imagination I wouldn’t put it past her, but she was going to feel my wrath tonight! In that innocent voice of hers she hits the punchline. “Some things there are quite small actually.”

“You don’t say?” Mutters the black lady just loud enough to be heard, bringing smirks to the two men flanking her, before her voice rises. “I’m Rachel.” Nudging the hung man standing between her and Sarah she says. “My boyfriend, Stephen.”

“Stephen! I love that name. A good strong name.” Sarah says brightly, quick to shake his hand. “Good to meet you Stephen! And Rachel.” She looks back at me, squeezing my arm for added emphasis. “It’s Stephen and Rachel, honey.”

“I heard.” I grumble then nod to them. “Good to meet you folks.” Just as the sun was starting to warm me a sudden breeze wicks the water from my flesh sends a shiver up my body and pulling my knob in like a turtle’s head. And here I thought keeping my dick down while other men checked out my wife was going to be my biggest challenge.

“Folks?” Laughs Rachel. “He’s from Texas alright.”

“Yo.” Stephen nods back with a smugness to match his top dog status.

“And I’m Louis.” Says the final guy across from me in a thick British accent. “I was thinking about taking a dip myself. How was it out there?”

“Freez…”

“Quite nice, actually.” Sarah cuts me off. “Not as warm as the pool I’m sure, but really quite nice. Wouldn’t you say so, baby?”

I chew down the words I wanted to say. She wasn’t even going to let me use the water as an excuse to hide behind, forcing me to stand proud with my shriveled dicklet. She was in full trouble-maker mode…and I loved it! With burning cheeks I nod. “Mm hm. Quite nice.”

“You Texan’s are a tough lot.” Dave says.

“Yes, Sir.” Sarah nods. “I wasn’t born there but David here is a longhorn through and through.”

“Pfft!” Rachel quickly covers her laugh with her drink. “Oh?”

“Yep.” Sarah says boldly. “From a whole family of longhorns. Going way back.”

“Pblrt! He he he!”

As Rachel’s brown eyes dance with amusement, flitting down to my junk every couple of seconds, her boyfriend pokes her elbow even as he stifles his own laughter. “Behave.” He whispers. Louis meanwhile was openly chuckling.

“Ahem.” With my genitals the not so subtle focus of conversation I look for an escape before anybody could see the sudden growth Sarah’s teasing would inevitably cause. I seize on the drinks in everybody else’s hands. “I’m gonna grab a beer.” Taking Sarah’s shoulder I direct her attention toward the bar cart. “You want something, baby?”

Without tearing her eyes from Stephen she says most enthusiastically. “Oh yes! I am just dying for a tall stiff one.”

Oh my God! She was shameless!

It was too much for Rachel. “Pff! I bet you are, Sarah! HA HA HA!”

“Nothing better than a nice cocktail on the beach.”

“He he he! You’re not wrong, girl. Ha ha ha!”

“Rachel!” Stephen elbows her as even the older couple starts to titter.

Seemingly oblivious to the rising jocularity she was causing Sarah pats my arm. “Long Island Iced Tea.”

“The longer the better.” Rachel guffaws, tears in her eyes.

Jesus Christ, I was being mocked right to my face! Actual SPH session live and in person. Through her letters, her sex tape, and our occasional sexy roleplay since November my wife had dabbled with this kink that so effortlessly got my engine running but this was the first time she’d played with it while others were around. Before leaving the room I had told her to get naughty and she was taking that advice to heart. I could only blame myself. After November I should have known the Pandora’s Box that I was opening with that encouragement. Playing along with Sarah’s little game, actually enjoying it in a twisted way and knowing there would be a payoff later tonight, I pretend not to notice their stinging yet arousing snickers at my expense.

I leave the group and hurry to the bar, stepping right up to the little counter to hide my shrinkage, then order our drinks. The kindly lady manning the cart opens a bottle of cerveza and hands it over before turning to mixing Sarah’s cocktail. As I wait I peer back over my shoulder to see what was happening. They were chatting and laughing and looked to be getting on well. An hour ago Sarah had hidden that luscious and curvaceous body behind curtains, now she stood among the fellow nudists brazenly displaying her goods with the best of them. By God she was gorgeous! A neutral observer might have thought the nervous, manic energy in her tone and expression was just her personality. As her husband I saw it for what it was. Excitement. Crackling, sexual excitement. Excitement that I would be the beneficiary of. I could not wait to get her back to the room!

“Here you go.”

“Huh?” In front of me was Sarah’s ‘tall stiff one’ beside my beer.

“It’ll be charged to Room 14.” The bartender says. “I saw you two leave your room.”

“Like everyone else.” I thank her and take the drinks. On my way back I sneak a peek down below to see if things were relaxing. Nope. I was still as shrunk and nubby as I could get. Well…fuck me.

As I slide back into my place in the circle Sarah is in the middle of a laugh. “Oh, Stephen. That is hilarious! Ha ha ha!”

“Cocktail?” I nudge her.

“Hm?” She pretends to be surprised, as if she hadn’t noticed me return. “That was quick.” Taking her drink she has the tiniest sip then smiles. “Mmm. Just like at home.”

More than ready for round two Rachel raises a brow as her mocking smile grows. “He’s quick at home, huh?”

“Hm?” Sarah giggles. “No! I mean the drink. Just like he makes at home.” I’d never made a Long Island Iced Tea in my life. As far as I know Sarah had never had one either. “Though he is quick at finishing them. I’m usually not even halfway done mine.”

“Typical man.” Rachel quips. “He he he.”

“So, David.” Louis says in a tone that told me he was about to pile on. “Sarah was telling us that you run short haul?”

“Couldn’t manage long haul, huh?” Stephen piles on. God, even the guys were getting in on it now. Technically body shaming was against the resort’s rules, but technically nobody had yet said a thing about my body.

“Erm, yeah.” I say, taking their jabs on the chin. “I like to stay close to home.”

“I’d do the same in your position. It sucks being on the road.” Dave cuts in before any more fun could be had at my expense. Unfortunately Dave inadvertently sets up the next zinger. “And what do you do, Sarah?”

“I work with little ones.” She answers without missing a beat.

“Oh nooo! Ha ha ha ha!” Rachel was beside herself with Louis and Stephen laughing and shaking their heads to either side of her. “L-Little ones!?”

“Yeah. I work at a daycare.” Sarah says. “I just adore my little cuties.”

“You’ve certainly got a type. He he he.”

“Huh?” Sarah feigns ignorance.

“Nuthin.” Rachel waves as she and Stephen struggle not to crack up entirely. “I’m sure it’s very…satisfying. Pfff.”

“Anyway!” Annie says in a stern ‘that’s enough of that’ kind of voice. “It’s really nice to see some new faces around here.”

“It’s really nice to be here.” Sarah sidles up to me. Taking my hand and leaning her head against my arm she says. “This trip was a present from my Papa Bear.” She looks up at me and says softly. “He treats me so good. I try and treat him good too.”

As I gaze down into her big searching blue eyes it slowly dawns on me that she was checking in, worried she might have gone too far in her play. My pride was taking a battering out here but she knew that I was into it, at least in theory. She was just making sure she hadn’t crossed a line. I smile and shoot her a wink to say that I was A-okay. “You treat me just fine, baby girl.”

Her pretty face brightens as she squeezes my hand. “Sooo…” She turns her head. “…Stephen. What do you do for a living?”

“Well, Sarah,…” He readjusts his package, I swear simply to call attention to it. “…I’m a lawyer. I work in a firm up in NYC.”

“Ooo! A lawyer.” Sarah fawns. “From New York! That’s so impressive. Hear that, baby? He’s a lawyer. Isn’t that impressive.”

“Uh huh.” I say. “Very impressive.”

“I never met a big shot, big city lawyer before.” She cheeps. “From the Big Apple too! Ha ha ha! Everything’s big about you Stephen.”

“So I’ve heard.” He grins proudly.

And so it goes. Over the following twenty minutes or so the seven of us get to know each other a little more in that surface way of people on vacation. Normally I would have been the more talkative one but I couldn’t deny being intimidated by a guy who was so unquestionably bigger than I was. Even the other two men I was at best equal to, there was a solid possibility that I had the smallest dick in the crowd. Something about that knowledge kept me ‘in my place’. I hated it, I loved it, I embraced it.

As it was Sarah picked up the slack by being more effusive and outgoing than I’d ever seen her, with extra special attention given to Stephen. She wasn’t curt or rude to the others she simply focused on him before and above the rest. Was it a coincidence he happened to be packing the biggest tool on the beach? Not a chance. She knew what she was doing. She was playing my jealousy like a well-tuned fiddle as I stood there and let it happen. Had Rachel not been there to keep Sarah carefully on this side of actually flirting who knows how brazen she might have become. The subtext though was more than enough to get her envious husband going.

Unsurprisingly Sarah passes me her drink still three quarters full. I knew when I ordered it I’d be finishing it. To say that my petite wife couldn’t handle her booze would be the understatement of the year. If she would have actually finished it I’d be carrying her home. Grateful for some more liquid tension reliever I down the tasty iced tea in just a few gulps. At last I was beginning to warm and things were just starting to…relax and return to their regular state.

It was at this point that Louis excused himself. “I’m going to go for that dip.” He says, then looks to the others. “We still on for bowling?”

“You bet.” Stephen says.

“I saw they had bowling alley.” Sarah laughs. “I couldn’t believe it.”

“Bowling, billiards, an arcade, a theater, you name it.” Annie says. “This place has everything a naturalist would ever need to have a good time.”

“You and your quiet guy are welcome to join us.” Dave says. “7 o’clock if you’re interested.”

“We’ll see.” Sarah snuggles her bare body against my arm, her amorous intentions clear for even them to see. “I think we’re going to look around for a little. It was great meeting you all. Dave, Annie, Louis, Rachel…” She doesn’t even hide her final ogle of the big dong beside her. “…Stephen.”

“A pleasure.” He chuckles and raises his drink to me. “See you around, longhorn.” Rachel gets one final laugh at my expense.

“Ahem, yeah. See ya around.”

With that Sarah and I at last make our way back to our room. Not a word is spoken until the sliding glass door is closed and locked and the heavy curtains drawn.

“You…naughty…little…”

With a humongous guilty grin Sarah cannot hold in her giggles. “He he he. Who you callin little?” She flicks my dick with a finger. “Longhorn.”

Taking her by the shoulders I turn and pin her up against the nearest wall. “You are…GAH!”

“He he he!” She looks up at me fearlessly as she baby talks me. “Was I too rough, baby? Was I too wough for my cucky-wucky?”

“GRRR!” I press into her soft flesh, my once shrunken warrior swiftly rising for the occasion. “Ever hear of reasonable force?”

“You went nuclear first.” She titters as she grabs my swelling dick. “What choice did I have?”

“Mutually assured destruction?”

“Something like that.” She giggles. “You should have seen yourself. All quiet and brooding and…little. He he he. You were SO CUTE!” Stroking my member her eyes flicker with horny desire. “I was worried my little guy was gonna become an innie!”

“Oh hoh hoh!” I shake my head. “You are asking for it.”

“I ain’t askin, baby.” She hisses. “I’m demanding. EEEEE!” She squeals as I scoop her up, spin her around two times, then deposit her down onto the big king sized bed in a WHUMP! “Ha ha ha ha!” She laughs as she bounces to rest dead center. “OHHHH!” Not giving her any time to react I am on the bed and between her legs, my face just inches from her pussy as I land.

“Short hauler, huh?” I give her sweet snatch a long, deep lick from bottom to top. I find wet and ready, her natural flavor a bit briny from the ocean water. Delicious!

“Ohhh, David!”

“Work with little ones, hmm?” I plunge deep and root my face into her moist gash.

“Ohhhhhh!” She grabs my head with both hands. “It’s trueee.”

“Hrrm.” I slurp and suck with ever rising hunger. “Dying for a long stiff one? You teasing little…RRRMMM!”

“Oh god!” Sarah gasps. “Like you said…w-we don’t even know these people. Who cares what they…think! Ohhhh!”

“Some things are small in Texas?” I tap and tease my tongue tip up and down her pink. “Nnngh!”

“Oh Jesus!”

“Quick, just like at home?” I lap greedily and deeply of her delicious cunny. “Nlrmm!”

“Hoahhhhh! That feels goooood!”

“Right there in front of everyone? Hlrrmm. Naughty, naughty girl! Mmmmm!”

“Ohhhhh! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Everything’s big about him? Mmmm!” I tongue her fast while reaching up to grab her tits. “Impressive, is he?”

“Well he is. Hmm. Impressive. Ohhh. Such a big…mmm…thick…nnngh…cock!” Her back arches. “I bet he’s at least…ohhh…nine inches.”

“Sllrmmm!” Latching onto her clitty I SUCK with all my power.

“OH FUCK, GOD, YES!” By this point Sarah is grinding hard into my mouth as I ate her out with ravenous passion. “Baby, yesss!”

Hard as steel and horny as fuck I couldn’t wait any longer. I leave her pussy, my lips and chin wet with her succulent nectar, and scramble up her body until the tip of my achingly hard cock is kissing her tight coochie.

Growling like some savage beast I say.“Rrrmm! I’m gonna fuck you until…”

“Wait!” She cries out, slapping both hands down on my shoulders to stop me.

“Huh?”

She swallows and says through hot, panting breaths. “Wait. Not yet.”

“Ohhh baby, you gotta be joking.”

“Uh uh.” She shakes her head. “It’s not your turn.”

“Not…my…?”

“Cuck goes second…if he goes at all. He he he.”

“Whaaa?”

She smiles a terrible, wicked smile and whispers. “I…um…I brought something with us. Something for a…special occasion.”

Oh fuck! My eyes widen and my already straining boner quivers with power. I knew what ‘special occasion’ meant in our private language. It had been almost month since we’d used him. I couldn’t believe she risked an airport security check and brought him. Naughty!

“You brought Mr. Sticky?” My eyes are drawn to her suitcase sitting just beside the bed.

“Nuh uh.” She shakes her head, grin widening. “Someone new. Someone…” Her voice lowers. “…a little bigger.”

“Bigger!?” I gasp. “You serious?”

“Uh huh.” She nods. “I met him down at my favorite boutique before we left. He looked so good that thought I might…invite him along.”

“Oh my God.”

“Wanna meet your new bull?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!”

She giggles. “I thought so.” Stretching her arms upward, arching her back so that her breasts mashed into me as she did, she slips a hand beneath one of the pillows. “Oh, here he is. Sneaky bugger. How’d you get there?”

She’d already unpacked ‘him’. When had she slipped it under there? We’d been together the whole time. She must have done it while I was taking a leak in the first few seconds when we arrived. Sneaky and deliberate. Determined to make this trip as special for me as it was for her she already knew she was going to cuck me before we even left the room. Before we even entered the room. Before we even left home! God, how I loved her!

I sit up to kneeling to get a good look, my knob still lightly nestled between her lips. Emerging from beneath the pillow was a phallus like I’d never seen before. It was definitely big, probably an inch longer than Mr. Sticky, and plenty thick but it was sorta…squashed with a weird ring where her other dildo had balls. It was also clear like glass. What the hell was this?

As if reading my mind she brings it to lay between her big tits. “It’s called a sleeve.”

“A…sleeve?”

“Mmm.” She nods. “You wear it on your penis. You’ve gotta be hard for it to work but…he he he…I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

“I wear this?” Reaching out I brush the clear silicone. The more I looked at it the more it was making sense on how it worked.

“Mmm.” She very subtly rocks her hips to rub her slip up and down across my tip. “The bottom six inches are a bit stretchy. The lady at the store said it’ll grip good unless you’re really skinny.” She giggles. “I told her my hubby wasn’t THAT small. The hoop goes around your nuts to make sure it doesn’t go anywhere. Probably gonna be a bit snug. He he he.”

Taking the toy I lift it. Impressed by its length and girth I turn this way and that, inspecting it closely. Just as she’d described the lower two thirds was hollow with just enough space for an average guy to fit while the top third was firm and solid. Because it was transparent it had been impossible to tell by looking at it but now that I had it in my hands I could feel the shaft and knob had some texture to it. I feel along the dense tip. Two to three extra inches. With finger and thumb I feel around the hollow. Somewhere between a quarter and half inch of material, not much until you realized that was going be added all the way around. While it wasn’t a huge step up it was definitely bigger than Mr. Sticky.

“Fuck he’s big!”

“I know!” She says excitedly. “Not too big though. It’s as big as the one Casey used on me. Just be gentle, okay? This is about as much as I can handle.”

“Yeah.” Leaning back I am about to pull it on when she stops me.

“Hold on.” She says. “You’re supposed to use just a little lube to help it on.” Reaching up under the pillow on the other side she pulls down a tube of the stuff. “Which I just happen to have handy.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Thought of everything, huh?” I take the lubricant and wet the tip of my cock.

“Not everything.” She giggles. “I hadn’t thought of a name, not until now that is.”

I look up. “Don’t you dare…”

“Stephen.” She says.

“Oh my God!”

“No! Even better. Steve.” She laughs as she cracks herself up. “Steve the sleeve!”

“You are the worst!” I can’t help but laugh at her cheesy joke too.

“He he he!”

I stretch the hollow a little and push myself inside. Thanks to dab of lube and my stretching I fully enter without any problem at all. Just BARELY does my tip brush the end of the pocket. If I’d been any long I couldn’t have gone full hilt. Once I let go though it cinches down on my pecker snug as a vice, my natural curve just increasing the tension. That bugger wasn’t going anywhere! Just to be sure though I do as Sarah said and stretch the ring part over my scrotum and let it constrict back to its normal size just above my nuts.

“How’s it feel?”

“Hmph!” I grunt. “Snug.”

“Good.”

“Heavy! Nnngh.” I flex as hard as I can and watch the big dong lift a couple of inches as if it were my own. “Really heavy!”

“Not used to it, huh? He he he. Some guys walk around with those monster’s for real. Guys like Stephen…Richie…Richard…Maximilian…Lord Bentley…Old Man Br…”

“Okay!” I laugh. “You tease!” I slap her leg with the dick. “Big bully.”

“He he he. You deserve it.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

“I can see myself!”

“He he he! Let me see.” She bolts up to sitting to look down at our new toy. Just as I said she can see that due to the material’s complete transparency you could see right through the thicker and much longer phallus to the humbler one trapped in its center. “Ha ha ha! I see my guy in there. Cool.” Grabbing the cock she gives it a few long strokes, her fingers and thumb not quite able to reach all the way around. Through all that silicone I don’t feel a thing. “Wooahhh, he is big!” She sighs with huge awestruck eyes. “Ohhhh!” She flops back down and spreads her legs wider. “Lube!”

“I know.”

Having gotten to use her big dildo on her I knew the score. Lube her pussy, lube the toy, and if in doubt lube some more. Sarah was plenty wet and warmed up but she was also naturally tight so while she loved getting a big one sometimes it did not happen as easy as it did with me.

I squirt some lube into her hand and she rubs it up and down her pussy. I then squirt some onto the toy and smear it up and down it’s shiny length. Shit, this felt weird. I was used to the stroking motion but not in strokes so long along a shaft so thick. Even my big mitt couldn’t quite get around it. In a heady mix I felt powerful and humbled, virile and impotent, bull and cuckold all at the same time. And while there was no actual physical sensation able to penetrate down to my real flesh and blood some sort of mental trick was happening where I could almost…feel something. So weird!

Her two middle fingers sliding in and out of her slicked up poon Sarah lets out a long breath. “Ohhh, baby. I can’t wait to feel him.”

Stroking the long, fat schlong as if it was my own I lick my lips at the sight of Sarah playing with herself, something she never would have been bold enough to do before November. FUCK she looked good! “Been craving a big one, hm?”

“Maybe…a little?” She says with a naughty grin. “Just a little.”

“Maybe a lot.” I whisper as burning jealous lust sears through my veins. We’d had serious conversations about this and Sarah had assured me that she loved my dick, and I knew she was being honest, but caught in the talons of my cuckold fetish all I could hear now was that I wasn’t big enough for her and that she needed a real cock like the one in my hands right now. “You need this big cock, don’t you baby?”

“Hmmm.” She croons. “Fuck me!”

Pulling her hand away I club her gleaming sex with the massive cock in my hand then run the tip up and down her slit before centering it for entry. I knew she could take it but on seeing the fat knob eclipse her hole now it beggared belief that this huge dick was gonna be inside of that tight pussy.

“Ohhh.” As I begin to press ‘Steve’ against her slit Sarah brings her knees higher and spreads her legs higher, her toes pointed in that way that looked so sexy. Leaning my weight forward I watch in carnal awe as my wife’s tight pussy opens around the wide, clear knob. “Ohhhhhhh!” Her eyes widen and voice rises as the knob disappears inside of her. Through the clear phallus I could see that my own pecker was still an inch away from her entrance yet already it had her moaning. Slowly and smoothly I push deeper until half the 9 inches was inside. “Ohhhhhh God!”

“Talk to me.”

“Ohhhhh! He’s stretching me baby. He’s stretching me ouuut! Mmmmm!”

Stretching her indeed! Thanks to the cock’s transparency there was no imagination necessary as I could literally see how much wider she was stretched out all around my more slender rod. When I was fucking her my petite wife was always so tight, fooling me into thinking that I was filling her up. Steve stripped that delusion away and showed me my wife’s true capacity for girth. Especially after all that humiliation out on the beach it made me feel humbled, small, inadequate, emasculated, AND HORNY BEYOND BELIEF! Had it been any other beautiful woman I would have merely aroused. Because it was her, my beloved, it made me feral with lust! Letting my passions get the better of me I push in three more inches in one sudden go.

“OOHHHHHH!” She cries out as her right hand slaps down to grab my left arm and grip it with all her strength. “OHHHHHHH!!!” Shit! Those were moans of pure pleasure, not distress or discomfort. She was already ready for a big one and so I slowly continue my thrust until my balls touched skin. Her toes curl, her eyes roll back, and her mouth open wide she lets out an wail of ecstasy. “OHHHHH FUUUUUCKK!!! OHHHHHHH!!!”

“Talk to me.”

“Ohhh fuck, babyyy. He’s so fuckin deep. So fuckin deeeep!” She huffs through rapid breaths. “Ohhhhh God! He’s stretching me sooo gooooood. MMMMMM!” Her expression twists as her body tenses up. “Baby…I’m gonna cum….I’m gonna cum for himmmmm!”

Jesus Christ! All I’d done is enter her! I wasn’t even moving!

“Cum for him baby.” I urge her. “Cum for his big cock.”

Whether I told to her too or not it was coming either way. “GNNNNNNGHHHHH!!!” Skewered by our new schlong Sarah erupts. “HAAAHHH!!!” My wife was an ‘easy cummer’, the term her friends teased her with, and I had no trouble in satisfying her on any given night but there were levels to her orgasms. And this was one of those deep, intense, powerful climaxes that I simply wasn’t equipped to give her. The grip on my arm signaled me not to move a muscle and so I just I watch as her soft, womanly figure bucks and writhes in orgasmic bliss, her pink pussy gripping down on big Steve. She is absolutely radiant! “Ohhhhhh! Ohhhh yesss! OHHHHH!” When she finally comes down from her high she immediately begins to giggle. “He he he. Holy…shit!”

It was still so weird to hear her swear like that. “I take it Steve gets the Sarah seal of approval.”

Letting go of my arm she gives a thumbs up before letting her arm flop to her side. “Ohhh, texture’s not as nice as Sticky but…” She laughs and squirms. “…ohhhhhhh!”

I chuckle. “He’s not that much bigger.”

“At this size…a little makes a BIG difference.” Her body shudders. “Oh my God!” She lays her hands over her tummy just below the belly button. “Any deeper and I’d feel him in my throat.”

“Is he really…?”

Reaching up she places a finger over my lips then traces them in a soft circle. “Shhhh, baby. Just watch. It’s Steve’s time now.”

I smile. She’d been looking into some cuckold porn and it was showing more each time we played with it. Off the top she’d warned me that cucks go second, if at all, and by talking I was now horning in on my Bulls time. Her words and tone were more polite but she was telling me in her own way to shut the fuck up, cuck, and get to fucking! Message received, baby girl.

“Hnnnghhh.” She groans, feminine yet guttural, as I pull the cock out my entire length, though not its. “Ohhhhhhh.” She moans as it glides back in again. “Ohhhh Steve.” My jaw clenches so hard I nearly crack a tooth. Hearing my darling wife moan another man’s name…fuuuuuuck! My desire enflamed I pull back and stroke right back in, a bit harder and as deep as I could push it. Wayyy into those forbidden places that my flesh would never feel. There were no cucks allowed past six inches. “OHHHHH STEEEVE!”

“Mrrm!” Stinging, agonizing, euphoric jealousy stabs through my husband’s pride. It was the cuckold’s curse that such addictive pleasure was locked behind so much envy and shame and covetous anguish. My dick strains for touch, aching in its hardness, yet safely caged inside of Steve’s pussy stretching girth I can’t feel a God damned thing beyond a slight squeeze along the sides.

“Ohh, yesss. Faster. Mmmm.” Sarah writhes and wraps her legs around me. “Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me like he wishes he could.”

“MRRM!” In loooong, strong strokes, far longer than I was used to, I find a rhythm as the real fucking begins. “Hrm! Rm! Mm!”

“Ohhh Jesus! YES!” Her back arches, tits thrust high. Holding her hip in one hand I fill the other with a breast. “OH! GOD! Fuck me! Fuck me! OHHH FUCK MEEE!” She’d barely gotten that last word out when she suddenly jerks violently. “HNNNNGHHHH!!!” That was two jumbo sized climaxes for Steve in less time than I could give her a medium and we were just getting warmed up. This time I don’t stop and continue thrusting into her spasming sex right through orgasm and triggering the next hard on its heels. “OHHHHHH!!!” Number three and counting.

I was worried that once we really got going there might be some wiggle or slip to the dildo but between the gripping sides, the bit anchored around my balls, and a natural suction created within the hollow it stayed glued to me like it were the real thing. Despite not feeling much at all I remained as hard a stone as I go through the motions in service of a man named Steve.

My smoking hot wife moaning, gasping, writhing and wailing the whole time I fuck her like she craved to be fucked. My big hands holding the curves of her hips, and occasionally her tits, I use all nine inches to their fullest. Deep and slow, deep and fast, deep and grinding, every stroke filling her to the brim, I fuck one climax after another out of my beautiful Sarah, and all the while she cries his name. “Yesss Steve! So deeeep! Ohhh Steve! Soooo thick! Ohhh STEVE! I’m cumminnnnng!!!” In a sort of out of body experience my lust addled mind removes me from the equation and in my place is the big shot, big city lawyer Stephen who was this superior cock’s namesake. “OHH STEEEEVE!”

“Rrrrrm!” It got to me each and every time.

The more she riled me the harder and faster I fucked her and the harder and faster I fucked her the more she screamed his name. “God, yes! Yes!” She claws my chest. “Wreck my married pussy, Steve! OWN MY PUSSY! OHHHHH!!!”

“RRRRM!”

It was crazy! My brain is going haywire. I was getting cucked by my own cuckold passion! But I couldn’t stop myself. Her lusty cries and writhing, sweaty flesh and the look of sheer rapture on her flushed face spurred on to fucking her with all I had to give. “Oh, God, Steve! Nobody’s ever fucked this goooood! OHHHH!” Simultaneously spectator and participant I continue to cuck myself relentlessly. “Yes, Steve! DON’T STOP!!!”

Her encouragement redoubles my efforts. Huffing and puffing and fucking with all I had I keep on raising the bar. We were already well past how long I could ever last but with Steve attached I had the stamina of Javi’s Gimp. And it’s size that eclipsed everyone she’d ever had bar Max, whom had been too big for her. Steve was even as big as Casey’s strap-on, but unlike with that lesbian encounter my big, burly mass gave Sarah all the ‘oomph’ she could ever want as was obvious in each bone rattling, flesh quaking impact, cunny smashing impact. But all of my power and passion was sacrificed in the name of…

“SSSSTEEEEEVE!!!”

She was magnificent! Somewhere along the way I cross the boundary from jealousy to acceptance, always an interesting transition. It was that moment of silent surrender. The point where your ego throws in the towel and you embrace the moment. Transcending myself I am only happy to see my true love experience pleasure like this. How I adored to see her so blissful, so happy, so fully satisfied, even if I wasn’t the cock to get her there. She was feeling good and that was all that mattered. If the threshold of pain was the cuckold’s curse then this moment of selfless elation was it’s blessing.

My head a bit clearer and without my own physical pleasure distracting me I could keep my focus entirely on Sarah’s sexual gratification. I begin to change things up. I go shallower for a time, even teasing her. I change up the pace and rhythm. I hold her legs up and wide for a time as I plow straight in and out then pin her knees down to come hammering down from above. I suck her fat titties then turn her to fuck her on her side. I grope and caress then grab her hair as I fuck her harder than ever.

“GNNNNGHHH! FUUCK!!!”

I give my baby girl everything she could have ever wanted, and more. Even old Richard would have been jealous of the moves I was dishing out. The one thing I don’t do is kiss her on the lips. Those were reserved for her husband. We weren’t making love her, we were fucking. And fuck we do!

“Steve! Steve! OHHHH STEEEVE!”

Sarah’s sexual stamina was incredible! Even after all these years I hadn’t a clue that she go for so long. It would have taken a trio of David’s in rotation to even try to keep up with her. But she was only human in the end. After God only knows how long I could hear her moans soften to whimpers and her formerly vigorous motions were losing their pep. Reading her I begin to slow down and ease things to their natural conclusion. And as I do my own fiery lust and selfish pleasures rise to the forefront once more.

God in heaven. What was she going to feel like after that marathon fuckfest? I absolutely LOVED how she felt after a big cock. All loose and stretched and hot and lubed, she would feel like heaven. I couldn’t wait for my turn!

After one long, lingering, flagging orgasm Sarah touches my sweat soaked chest hair. “Enough. Ohhhhh, God. Enough Steve. I’m done. I’m donnne.” As I pull the long, shiny cock from her snatch, absolutely dripping with her nectar, she lets out the most adorable little peep. “Ooop! Ohhhhh myyyy Gooood!” Loose as cooked spaghetti Sarah flops like a starfish in the center of the bed. “Oh, hoh, hohhh…wow!”

Holy fuck! She was gaping! Her pussy once all tight, pretty and pink was now ruddy, puffy, and resting partly open. And it was my turn at last! I couldn’t get out of Steve fast enough. I pull the hoop from off my balls and, with great difficulty, extract my raging manhood from out of the grippy tunnel.

With a sort of woozy sex drunk grin Sarah watches me in silence.

Free at last I give my dick a stroke then move in for the seconds I so desperately needed.

“Mm, mm.” Sarah shakes her head no.

My knob just an inch away from her yawning fleshy tunnel, I stop. “Mm?”

“Sorry baby.” She says softly, her blue eyes twinkling. “No pussy for you.”

“No…what?” I laugh until I notice she wasn’t laughing with me. Since December 1st I’d had Sarah’s sweet cunny anytime and every time I wanted it. I’d forgotten what ‘no’ even sounded like. “Quit foolin around, baby girl.”

“Sorry, Papa Bear.” She titters. “I’m sore. Steve wore my poor little pussy right out.”

“But…”

“Besides, after him I’ll barely even feel you.”

Dick in my hand, feeling so small after what I’d just wielded, I look down at her befuddled. “But…but…”

“I’m afraid Steve said that you’ll have to wait until we get home to have me again.” She teases. “He said that my pussy is off limits to cucky until then.”

WHAT!? She was denying me reclaiming her!? She KNEW what that meant to me. She KNEW it was the major reason I was driven so wild during that long November. She KNEW that until I was able to have her pussy again it would quite literally be the only thing I could think about. I would be obsessed with her. Her unclaimed vagina would haunt my thoughts day and night. Until I was inside of her again…my wife’s pussy would belong to him.

“Baby…come on now. I need it.” I grip my cock hard. “I need you so bad.”

“Sorry, David. You’re gonna have to wait. It’ll just be a couple of days.”

“Days!?” I exclaim.

“Just until we get home.”

“Baby. You’ll drive me wild. You’ll drive me crazy!”

“Will I?” She bats her eyes with sinful innocence. “Little ol’ me?”

“Please! I won’t even take that long.” I blush even as I hear those words leave my lips.

She giggles her sweet giggle. “Oh, I know that.”

I look down at my turgid member then back up to her. “What am I supposed to…?”

She smiles and rolls her eyes. “Ohhh. Okay. Hold on.” She sits up. “I do spoil you, don’t I?” Turning over she flops back down on the bed. With a sigh she says. “Go ahead then.”

“Go ahead?”

Reaching back with both hands she spreads her peachy cheeks wide and taps her clenched little anus with her middle finger. “Main entrance is closed. It’s the back door for you, cuck.”

My eyes flit down to her well used pussy then back up to her untouched asshole. “Baby.” I say pleadingly. “Can’t I just…?”

“Mm mm.” She shakes her head. “It’s the ass or nothin.” Peeking back over her shoulder with devilish delight she asks. “Unless you prefer your hand?”

“Mmm.” I shake my head.

She wiggles her fine tush and in a voice as sweet as candy says. “Fuck my bum, Papa Bear.”

“Fuck.” I mutter. As consolation prizes go they didn’t get better than Sarah’s perfect ass but OH how I wanted that pussy. Yet beggars can’t be choosers and cucks never called the shots. And I’m not gonna lie. Seeing Sarah take charge like this, especially at the behest of her bull, had my fires burning brightly. Picking up the lube I smear a copious squirt up and down my desperate dick. Wishing to exact at least a little payback and win back at least a little pride I press my tip against her sphincter…then plunge all six inches up her ass in a single hard push. “GRRMM!”

“Mff!” She peeps and tenses up, then quickly relaxes. “Hm. Is it in yet?”

“Is it in…!? Oh you little…minx!” I pull back and give her another good thrust. “RRRM!”

This time I get the reaction I wanted. “Ohhhh!”

So hot, so tight, so fucking good. After over an hour of sensory deprivation my penis was in it’s glory with Sarah’s tight tunnel squeezing in from all round. This wasn’t going to take long but damned it was going to be good. Her cheeks clapping and jiggling I fuck back door as hard as I ever had.

“Ohhhhh! Ohhh David!” Hearing her cry my name again is such sweet bliss. “Yes! Fuck my ass, baby!” Burying her face in a pillow she lets out a long, muffled growl. “Mrrrrrm!”

“Rm! Hrng! MM!” I am grunting like a beast as I give her all I had. I couldn’t reclaim her the way I wanted but at least I could let her feel my fury. “Rrm! Mmm! Hrmm!” Unfortunately for me the bull I was trying to surpass was myself. Myself when I was fresher, stronger, and had infinite sexual stamina. She’s already felt my very best and the most I might manage was equaling it. That humbling knowledge only hastened the end. With my nut already rising I pound down into her gripping tunnel with every ounce of ‘oomph’ I had. “Rmm! MMM! Fuck!”

“Ohhhhhh!” She wails. “Ohhhh David. Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass, baby! Yes! Harder! YES!” My wife, once so pure and innocent, begging me to ravage her asshole sends me over the edge.

“GNNNNNGHHH!” I plow deep and blast my pent up load hard into her bowels. My whole body taut and trembling I cum with volcanic force. “FFFFFUUUUCKKK!”

Sarah throws her head back and cries. “OHHHHH GOD!”

“HNNNNGH!”

She wasn’t done with me yet though! Before my nut had even finished she humping back into me. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop baby. Fuck my ass!”

My dick still spitting I am fucking her again. With no pause at all I fuck her right through my refractory period until I am rock hard once more, at which point I pick up the pace once more. In a futile mania I pound my wicked wife as I try to outperform Steve, the cock that still laid claim to her married pussy.

“Ohhhh yes! God yes! DAVID!!!” Sarah shudders through an incredible orgasm. Damn! I didn’t think she had one left in her! “OHHHHH!”

Her lilting song of passion sends me over again. With her clenching ass rhythmically milking me through her orgasm I shoot my second hot load deep inside of her, just as good as the first one. “SARAHHHH!”

***

Five minutes later we are laying on our sides gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. Sarah’s soft hand gently strokes my bearded cheek, love and concern in her pure blue eyes.

“You okay?” She whispers.

“That was…amazing.” I sigh.

“It was, wasn’t it?" She caresses my temple. “I wasn’t too rough on you? Was I too rough, baby?”

“Mmm.” I shake my head.

“You know I’m playing, don’t you?” She gives me a tender kiss. “I want to make you happy.”

I smile and pet her silky blond hair. “Baby girl, I couldn’t be happier.”

“Really?”

I pause to gaze even deeper. “Really.”

She lets out a long breath and beams back at me. “Good.”

“Damn, baby. You were something else today.”

“He he he. Yeah. I was kinda naughty, wasn’t I?”

“I’ll say.”

“When we booked the trip I had the idea of making our vacation a…he he he…cuckation.”

“Cuckation?”

“Vacucktion?”

“You are the worst! Ha ha ha!”

"Says the guy who just got cucked by someone named 'Steve the Sleeve'."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

“Well I thought cuckation was clever.” She giggles as her slender fingers play through my chest hair. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Mmmm.” I nuzzle in for another kiss. “I loved it. Fuck I came hard.”

“Mmmmm.” She scrunches up her nose in that cute way she had and confesses. “That was pretty nice. Steve is…whoo!”

“Ha ha ha! Whoo!”

We laugh together and smooch some more.

“Love you, baby girl.”

“I love you, Papa Bear.” She says loud and proud.

Laying quietly for a we gaze and feel each other’s body and listen to the distant sounds of music and voices coming from the beach. Before long we are kissing. Not long after that we are making out. And soon I am on top of her as we grope and grab and pull at each other’s tired flesh. The fucking was behind us, now came the very best part. Making passionate love.

Or so I thought.

As I go to slip between her legs she pushes against me. “What do you think you are doing?”

“Uh…”

“You’re not doing what I think you’re doing I hope.”

“Uhhhhh…”

“I told you. No pussy until we’re in our bed again.”

“For real?”

“Mmm.” She nods, that impish twinkle in her eyes again. “And you better listen to Steve or you WILL be stuck with your hand until then. We're on cuckation, remember?”

“Ohhh, babyyyy.” I whine pitifully, even as I am holding back my chuckles. Son of a bitch! She was serious! I thought that was play!

Pushing me off of her she slaps my chest. “Come on, longhorn.” She rolls of bed. “If we hurry we can make it.”

“Make it? Make it where?”

“Naked bowling of course!” She titters then trots off toward the washroom to shower. Her plump ass, the crack wet with my cum, jiggles delightfully as she goes. “I can’t WAIT to see Stephen in action. I wonder if it gets in the way of his swing? He he he he!”

She disappears into the washroom. Falling back I stare up at the ceiling as the reality sets in. This was gonna be a looooong couple of days!

“Aaah!” I roll to my feet and rush to follow my wife. At the sink I catch her and grab her up from behind to pull her into me. With hugs and kisses and lots of playful gropes I maul my naughty wife. “Raaahhh!”

“EEEEE HE HE HE HE!” She squeals and giggles all the way into the shower. Once inside she reaches to turn on the water. Full blast and pure cold!

“AAAHHHH!”

The End