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Fun at the Beach

Beach Night One spring, Jennifer and I went on a wonderful trip to the Cayman Islands. We had decided to get to a beach resort and just relax and enjoy ourselves. By the third day of our trip, we had done about everything we could do in terms of sightseeing and were looking to just chilling out at the beach. About 2:00 o’clock, we headed down to the beach. Jennifer had on a nice two piece. Not too revealing, but showing enough to fetch a few looks. We sat on the beach and drank gin and soda till about 5:30. Jennifer was golden brown and very tipsy when we decided to head back to the room. On the way, we stopped in the bar and bought a bottle of champagne to take up with us. We got in the elevator, and Jennifer gave me a devilish look and said “wanna see my tits”? I shot back “of course I do”? She put her beach bag down and reached behind her back and unsnapped her top and dropped it into the beach bag. Her two big, beautiful tits bounced out and I could see where the sun had darkened her skin and left her with some gorgeous tan lines. She held her tits in her hands and said “please, suck my nipples”. About the time I was really going after her nipples, the elevator stopped. I stepped back from Jennifer and the door opened on our floor. To our surprise, a man was standing there. Rather than covering up, Jennifer just reached down and got her beach bag and walked out of the elevator topless. The man was very pleased with what he had seen and followed us around the corner as we walked down the hall. When we reached our room, Jennifer turned around and faced her new best friend and proudly showed him her tits. I opened the door and she followed me in the room and burst out laughing. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but she said she wanted to shower first and for me to open the bottle of champagne. I opened the champagne and went out on the terrace to watch the sunset. Jennifer joined me out on the terrace wearing only a bath robe. She stood next to me and tugged her robe open to reveal her long tan legs all the way up to her pussy. She said “clean shaven, just like you like it”. I nodded my head and said let’s go inside. She said “no, I want to fuck out here. Holding on to the railing and having you fuck me from behind. My favorite way”. I wasn’t so sure, as it was still too light outside and we could be easily seen from the beach. Jennifer sat down, held out her empty glass for me to refill and let her robe slip off her shoulders. We drank some more champagne and watched the sun begin to set.

Just as the sun was about gone, Jennifer stood up and let her robe slip off and stepped away from it. She went to the railing and looked back at me and said “please fuck me from behind”. About that time, Jennifer’s friend from the hall peered from the next balcony. Jennifer noticed him and rather than covering up, she spread her legs a little farther apart, stood up on her toes and thrust her ass in the air. No question this guy was staring straight into my wife’s pussy. Jennifer looked at him and said to me “Drew, fuck me so that he will never forget this”. I dropped my trunks and came up behind her with my stiff cock. I rammed it in her pussy and began pumping her ass as hard as I could. I could see her tits swaying back and forth and could feel her pushing back against me. We fucked harder than we ever had in thirty four years of fucking. Jennifer let out a gasp as she came and I shot a huge load in her pussy. She stood up and leaned back into me. We then both shot a glance next door to see if our voyeur was still there. He was gone. Jennifer turned around and kissed me very deep and long. She picked up her champagne glass, filled it again and said “let’s go to bed”. I followed her into the bedroom and we watched TV and fell asleep. The next day, we were at breakfast and were feeling the effects of the night before. Jennifer nudged me with her leg under the table and pointed to a man sitting behind me. “Don’t look now, but I think I see our friend from last night”. I didn’t turn around, but she said “shit, here he comes”. The man, a nice looking fifty something walked over and introduced himself. “I am Bob Simpson, your neighbor”, he then took Jennifer’s hand and kissed it and said to me looking at her “you are the luckiest man alive. I envy what you have. Hope you enjoy the rest of your vacation”. As he walked away, Jennifer put her face in her hands and said “oh, god. I am so embarrassed. I guess he did see everything”. I said “ we need to stay away from the railing from now on, unless you want to have Mr. Simpson watching you again”. Jennifer smiled, and said “well, I guess that depends on how much champagne I have today”. She then picked up her mimosa and drained the glass.

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