The Beach

My husband had the day off and wanted to go to the beach. I just wanted him, but he needed fresh air he said.

We got to the beach and set up. I was wearing a bikini with a g-string and trying to flirt with my husband. I looked fucking hot, he just didn't care. He had brought his book from his bedside table and was reading through it.

I tried touching him and teasing him, but he just got snarky and went back to his book. I was frustrated.

My husband works a lot. I don't see him often, so a day off should mean we finally get to be close. I was pissed.

I was putting sunscreen on and figured to tan since I was in my g-string anyway. I bent over to close our bags after grabbing the sunscreen and noticed the off duty lifesaver was sneaking a peak.

I sat down and began to rub the sunscreen over my body. I smiled at the lifesaver as I ran it over my legs and around my panty line. He smiled back and grabbed his bulge with a wink.

It had been a month since I had sex. And he was fucking hot. He had a six pack, long surfer hair, blue eyes, 19-25 and energetic. Wearing nothing but his red speedo, you could tell he was hung.

I was starting to get wet and husband was deep in his book so i told him i was going for a swim and walked over to the lifesaver. The lifesaver was talking to someone, I boldly rubbed his shoilder to have him turn around and grabbed his bulge. Told him i might need a bandage if there was somewhere we could go.

He grabbed my hand and led me to an empty surfers hut and jammed the door with an abandoned canoe. I got on my knees and gave him a blow job that reeked of desperation as deep throated to the balls. He was moaning, my husband doesn't make any sound.

The lifesaver bent me over and dropped my g-string and ate me out before fucking me so hard I had to grab onto the wall. I came twice and its think he did too. No pull out, he was owning my pussy.

When it was done he quickly fixed his speedo and I slipped my g-string back on and we separated without a goodbye.

My husband finished two chapters and took me home. He finally noticed I was pouting and wanted to make up for it.

So I sat on his face.

He doesn't know anything and I'll never tell him why I tasted sweeter.

But I will always know.

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