My Wife Creeps PP

We lived at the beach, and early one June the daughter of one of my wife's co-workers came to visit us on her h.s. graduation beach trip. Her parents had moved away two years earlier, and she missed the area. She was an 18 yr. old redhead , an only child, spoiled, self-centered, and as precocious as she could possibly be. I was not looking forward to a houseful of teen girls, except wondering which ones I might see nude, but, it was revealed that she was coming alone. She reminded me of Peppermint Patty, and I called her "Pep" or "Patty", which she disliked. She was prettier than that redhead, with more of a girly voice.

At the time I was unemployed, but, my wife was working full time. PP was to arrive at noon on a Friday, and I had orders to vacuum the house, and to take PP to the beach, if she wanted. PP arrives at noon on the dot. I help her with her luggage, and she's talking, and talking, and talking, and was centered on her favorite subject : herself ! She was pretty, and had filled out nicely. I suggested the beach and she jumped on the idea. She disappears and comes out wearing a tasteful one-piece, not-too-revealing, but enough to show she had a great figure. I also noticed she was ghostly pale, the only color a sprinkle of freckles on her nose and shoulders. I already had a cooler packed, the beach bag with towels, and I grabbed beach chairs, and an umbrella.

Once at the beach, not too crowded so early on the weekend, we got a spot, and I set up the umbrella. I already had a good base tan, but, rubbed on spf 15. I offered her the bottle of spf 50, but, she refused it, and any protection at all. She refused to sit under the umbrella, too. At one point a guy wanders past wearing one of those banana hammock thongs, and he was well-endowed. She's looking, but, immediately shows disgust. " Oh, gross, GROSS ! Aren't thongs illegal, here ? " I told her they were, but, it wasn't enforced very well. " Why ? " I asked. "Did you want to wear one ? " She laughed but said, " I would if I could. They look fine on girls, but, a MAN should not be wearing one ! " I didn't comment. A little later a lady walks past wearing one. She stared and said, " Butt floss ! " She related a story about having played strip poker, recently. " I'm terrible at cards, so, I'm nekkid in no time. The guys are staring, and I'm all like, 'Get your eyes full !' Once one of them was nekkid, he gets a hard on, and we quit playing. That was a rule-breaker for us ."

By the time we get back to the house, she's bright red everywhere the bathing suit wasn't covering. She gets a shower to wash off the salt and sand. My wife gets home, is aghast at her being burnt, blames me, but PP accepts the blame for her own foolishness. They disappear into the guest bathroom, and my wife rubs some aloe gel on her. The girl keeps feeling worse, actually gets sick and runs a fever. We have to abandon dinner plans, and PP takes to her bed. Before we turn in, my wife checks in on her. " She's a sick girl, " the wife says. "I gave her some Tylenol. "

I awake in the wee hours all alone. I get up and walk quietly to the bedroom and peek in. The wife is in bed with her, and they're talking low. I go back to bed.

Early morning, the wife and I are up having coffee outside on the porch. PP is still piled up in bed. I jokingly say, " The nerve of you, creeping in on a young, sunburned girl ! " and the wife looks at me wide-eyed. " I went in there to check on her. I offer to rub on some more gel, and she throws back the covers and she's naked ! So, I rub on the gel, front and back. She starts talking and just unloads. " She looked towards the door, and whispers, " She thinks she might be gay. " We don't get a chance to discuss it, as she appears, wincing but a little better.

I figured the day would be a bust, but, we do return to the beach. PP is fully clothed, sunglasses, big straw hat, and parked under the umbrella. The wife and I sun, frolic in the waves, and swill beer. PP nurses a wine cooler all afternoon. When we get home, I wash things off. The ladies go upstairs. When I come in minutes later, my wife is at the top of the stairs leading down into the laundry room. She did as she often does, she peels off her own one piece, kicks it in the air, catches it, and tosses it down the stairs. I'd seen her do it in front of my nieces , but was surprised when she did it in front of PP. The girl made no secret of openly gawking my wife. It turned me on.

We did go out to dinner, had a few drinks, hit a club, the three of us dancing together. We didn't make a late night of it. We had nightcaps on the screened porch. I had gone to the bathroom, came back out, and PP is sitting in my wife's lap. " Hope you don't mind, I'm making out with your wife. " she laughed. I told her, "Go ahead !" and she kissed her full on the mouth. They fell short of groping each other. We turn in, and I awake a little later. The wife is in front of the vanity, her hair up, wearing her sexiest blue lace nighty, spraying on some perfume. She sees me, and walks over, her nipples hard, her pubes visible beneath the nighty. " I'm going to her, " she whispers. " Are you sure ? " I asked. She smiles, nods, kisses me, and leaves.

I waited fifteen minutes or so, and crept to the bedroom door. Sounds of kissing and moaning. I peek in and see my wife on top of PP. She still has on the nighty, but pulls it off. PP grabs her swaying breasts and sucks them. My wife squeezes PP's more modest set, tweaks her nipples. Suddenly PP says, " I gotta go pee ! I'll be right back ! " I hide as she comes out of the room, going to the bathroom. I watch her beautiful , very white ass disappear into the gloom. I see her body illuminated briefly as the bathroom light comes on. Puffy nipples on decent tits, a narrow strip of pubes. She quickly returns and sounds of love-making ensue. I peek in and she's astride my wife's face, moving her hips, slowly. She moans loudly. I peel off my boxers and stroke my erection. I time my orgasm to my wife's cries of passion as PP licks her clit. I catch my copious ejaculate in my hand, and go back to my room.

Some time later, my wife awakens me. She's nude and VERY horny ! She kisses me hard, and says " How bout the taste of some teenage pussy ! " It didn't taste like pussy. She climbs atop me, her breasts pooling into my chest hair. She begins stage-whispering every detail of their encounter, kissing my neck and ears. I get quite hard, and she slides it in and starts riding me. At one point she hisses, " She has those puffy nipples you like, and a tight little pussy you'd REALLY like ! " She barks her orgasm, and I flip her off me, re-entering her roughly in the missionary. As I reach a climax, I catch movement by our slightly open bedroom door, and see PP's face, one arm, and one breast. She sees me see her, and flees back to her bedroom. I roar my orgasm as that fine ass fades from sight, again.

The next morning is tense and uncomfortable. After coffee, eggs, bacon and toast, my wife takes her out on a drive with the sun roof open. They return an hour later, laughing, and, things were cool after that. They had a productive conversation, all honesty in which fears and jealousies were discussed. We'd hoped for a return trip, but, oddly, within the year, PP was engaged to a redneck guy, and claimed to be happy. I suggested to the wife that they come for a visit, and she gives me a lascivious wink.

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