Tide and Fire Ch. 01

The beach was theirs alone this warm evening after the long drive to their secret beach. By alone I mean just the 3 of them, Maxie, her life partner James, and her lover Jack. Endless sand, the pulse of the waves, the stars emerging overhead as the orange sun dipped. They had 2 small nylon blue tents erected side by side beyond the high tide line before the vast wide sandy shore at the farthest distance from the carpark. In the dunes, the fire they'd built snapped and cracked in the salt-heavy air, casting a warm, flickering light.

After James prepared dinner for them cooking steaks over the coals, they relaxed together talking about the trip there and a range of topics like good friends until the early evening. When Maxie said "Why don't you boys both undress, nothing to hide here we are alone and it's a beautiful night. So James and Jack both quietly disrobed and handed their clothes to Maxie after carefully folding them up so she could put them safely away in one of the tents. It was not awkward, in fact, it felt natural, and the open air made Jack stir, while James was locked in his cobra N+ as was their normal practice and could not achieve an erection although he was very excited. He watched Jack cock come to full attention as Maxie took his huge cut penis in her warm wet mouth and sucked it down deeply as James watched with jealousy. It had been 11 months since he enjoyed that pleasure, only permitted on his birthday. She devoured him for quite a while, consuming the long shaft, gagging, then licking the head, repeating the process. "James, come real close and look at a real cock" she said, before continuing. James held her hand, while Jack pulled her head onto his manhood. She was very experienced and knew exactly how to keep him on edge. He was close. "Don't cum yet, the night is young" Maxie paused. So they stopped for a break and James got another cold beer for Jack to enjoy. Maxie then said to James "Let's go for a walk dear!"

Maxie and James walked hand in hand along beach in a full moon light. It was a bright cloudless night so they could easily have been seen together if anyone else was there. Their bare feet sinking into the cool, damp sand. The night was warm, the cool salty breeze teasing the thin fabric of Maxie's short white sundress against her brown skin, knowing she had on only tiny black thong panties underneath, with the words "BWC ONLY printed in gold. James couldn't keep his eyes off her -- the way her hair tumbled down her back, the curve of her beautiful bra-less breasts and hips catching the moonlight. She looked like something the ocean had conjured up just for him. Maxie had given him a short white t-shirt for the walk, his favourite, with the words "Cuckold Hubbies love to watch" emblazoned on the front with a small padlock symbol. The shirt only reached his hips so the cock cage was openly displayed. During the walk, Maxie whispered to James "Don't worry darling I left the key in safekeeping with Jack. I'm sure he will return it in the morning"

When they stopped after walking about 15 minutes down the deserted beach, he turned her into his arms without a word, his hands sliding down her back, pulling her close. Maxie melted against him, soft and warm, tilting her face up. James kissed her deeply -- slow at first, then harder, hungrier, the kind of kiss that made her knees weaken. She clutched at his shoulders, pressing her body flush against his, feeling the heat build between them. Then she reached down to the cage feeling it strained and full and wet with his desire for her. She squeezed his balls hard then said "Darling let's walk back now, I'm feeling horny"

Without speaking, they stumbled back toward the campfire. James was giddy with anticipation. Just before they reached the campsite again Maxie said to James "Dear, it's late for you, I think you need to rest, you can clean up in the morning but for now please go to your tent and wait for me there, try and get some sleep because you have to drive us home tomorrow, I'll join you a bit later ok." James replied eager to please her, "yes darling your right its almost 10 pm my bedtime". Maxie reminded him "don't come back out ok, promise to be a good boy" James replied "yes my love" and disappeared obediently into his tent alone

Jack heard them return and was not surprised to see James being told to go to bed, this was a regular thing for them on weekends together.

Jack dropped a blanket onto the sand nearby and eased Maxie down onto it, hovering over her. His hands explored her body with reverence and hunger, sliding up her thighs, along her ribs, tracing the lines he knew so well but would never tire of learning again and again. He was still naked and started to get hard again in all his 9 inches of glory.

The firelight flickered over his bare chest, over the muscles shifting as he moved. Maxie's hands roamed freely now, her touch feather-light at first, then firmer, pulling Jack closer.

He kissed a slow trail down her neck, lingering at her collarbone, tasting her skin -- salt and sun and something uniquely hers. She gasped when his mouth found the hollow at the base of her throat, arching up against him.

"You drive me crazy," Jack murmured against her skin, his voice rough with feeling. James was listening intently to them from his confinement in his tent unable to glimpse their interaction, but imagining every detail, the jealousy building inside.

"Good," Maxie whispered back, threading her fingers into his hair and pulling him back to her putting her lips around his huge cock again.

Her dress came off easily between kisses and touches until there was nothing but skin against skin, heat against heat. The blanket was barely enough to cushion the sand beneath them, but neither cared. The world had shrunk to the fire, the stars, the quiet symphony of breathless sighs and whispered names, against the noise of crashing waves.

Jack wanted her with his mouth and then his hands, moving slowly at first, teasing, savouring, until Maxie was trembling beneath him, pleading with soft, broken words. When he finally slid inside her, it was a relief and a spark all at once -- a perfect joining that made them both gasp aloud. James could hear vividly the slaps of his body against hers as he pounded deep inside her. It was her safe time of the month so he was bare and as deep as he could go. Maxie started moaning loudly breaking the stillness of the night. They must have changed positions a few times as this chorus came in audible waves over the following hours against the backdrop of the seas. James could hear the pauses between their moans.

They moved together, slow and deep, their bodies finding an ancient rhythm older than the tides themselves. Every thrust, every moan, was a wordless confession of lust and desire. The fire crackled beside them, but they made their own fire too -- wild, fierce, uncontainable. Until Jack finally came in a huge spurt of creamy white thick semen deep inside her. The first of many for this weekend.

When they finally collapsed together, slick with sweat, hearts thundering in perfect unison, Jack rolled onto his back and pulled Maxie on top of him. She curled into his chest, their legs tangled, their bodies still pulsing from the aftershocks of their lovemaking. Above them, the stars wheeled in slow, silent celebration. Maxie told Jack to rest and relax while she went in to check on James. It was around 1 am by now.

Maxie slid quietly into James's tent and then lay down next to him. She shifted slightly, lifting her head to meet his gaze. His eyes were heavy-lidded, dark with desire, his hands still roaming slowly across the bare skin of her back, tracing every curve with aching familiarity. She said "Hello darling, I hope you got some rest and we didn't disturb you too much.

She leaned down and kissed him, slow and deliberate, rolling her hips against him. James groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping her waist tighter, urging her closer. The blanket crumpled beneath them as she began to move, rocking her body against his with maddening slowness. Maxie then said, "Darling, I have something for you".

James let her lead at first, his head dropping back against the sleeping bag as he let the sensation wash over him -- the soft press of her breasts against his chest, the slick, perfect slide of her body against his. Every movement sent a deep, electric pleasure through him, tightening low in his gut.

He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her, his mouth finding the sensitive curve of her shoulder, then lower, tasting every inch of her. Maxie gasped and threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him to her as her body arched, desperate for more.

James shifted their weight, laying her back down on the blanket. He hovered over her, kissing his way down her body with exquisite slowness -- down her collarbone, over the peaks of her breasts, his tongue flicking and teasing until she was writhing beneath him. His mouth traveled lower, leaving a wet, searing trail along her ribs, her stomach, and the delicate hollow of her hips. Then he tasted her, full and dripping wet from the load Jack had deposited

Maxie's breath hitched, a soft cry escaping her lips as his mouth found the sensitive, aching core of her. James moved with slow precision, driving her higher and higher with each flick of his tongue, each gentle suck, each slow, teasing circle on her sensitive clit. She tried to close her thighs around him, but he held her open, savoring every desperate sound she made and licking clean every drop from inside her.

When she finally shattered, crying out into the night, James didn't stop -- he kissed his way back up her trembling body, covering her again, sliding his fingers inside her with a single, deep thrust that made them both moan against each other's mouths. Maxie came for the fifth time that evening. She then went limp with exhaustion and they cuddled in her afterglow, she drifted into sleep leaving James with a deep desire for her and frustration by overwhelming love and pride.

Around 3 am she woke refreshed and slid out of the tent still naked for a cigarette under the stars while leaving James to attempt sleep. She crept quietly into Jack's tent where he slept peacefully but still naked on the covers. She took his limpness into her mouth and aroused him from slumber. This time there was no slow build, no teasing.

It was raw and hungry -- Jack's hips driving into hers with a relentless rhythm, their bodies slick with sweat, the firelight outside making their skin glow. Maxie clung to him, nails raking down his back, gasping his name again and again as the tension coiled inside them, higher and hotter. Moaning loudly to awaken James in the next tent to hear their unrestricted glorious unbelievable sex alive in his mind. James crept to the zipper of the tent and peered out to see their shadows against the thin wall of their tent. It was wildly shaking somewhat like an earthquake inside but he dared not venture further. He could only listen to their tryst.

Jack gripped her thigh, lifting it higher around his waist, driving deeper, harder, until the world fractured around them. It was raw and hard as he dominated her body that belonged to him that night. She came again with a sob, pulling him with her, and he spilled deep inside her with a shuddering groan, their bodies locking together, lost in the same, endless wave.

For a long moment, they simply clung to each other, their breathing ragged, the ocean whispering around them like applause. Then she left as quietly as she entered and went back to her beloved James. Who first pretended to be asleep but she was too smart to believe that.

James kissed her, softer now -- slow, reverent. "You're everything," he murmured against her lips. Maxie smiled up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, brushing his hair back from his forehead. "And you're mine. Thank you darling for a wonderful evening"

She took him outside finally and the blanket. They lay naked tangled together under the stars, their bodies still humming, the fire dying down to a gentle glow, the night wrapping them in a warm, perfect cocoon. The beach, the stars, the fire -- all of it faded away, leaving only each other. Together. And of course, Jack was completely contented in the tent next door.

The first hint of morning slid softly across the beach at 5 am -- a pale gold light touching the sand, the sea shimmering silver-blue. A cool breeze whispered through the tent's slightly open flap, carrying the scent of salt, fire ash, and something warmer: the lingering heat of two lovers wrapped in each other. James stirred first, blinking against the soft light. Maxie was draped across him, her bare leg tangled over his hips, her hand resting lightly on his chest. Her hair spilled across his skin like a silken wave, and her body pressed against him, warm and perfect. His desire was strong, his cage at bursting point. But to ask for anything more would be selfish of him.

James smiled sleepily, brushing his fingertips along the curve of her back, tracing slow, lazy circles. He loved the weight of her against him, the way her breathing was still deep and even, lost in dreams. He shifted slightly, careful not to wake her yet -- but the movement made Maxie stir, a soft, sleepy noise escaping her lips as she nuzzled closer. Her thigh brushed intimately along him, and even half-asleep, James's body responded instantly.

Maxie blinked her eyes open, meeting his gaze with a slow, teasing smile. "Morning," she murmured, her voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," James said, brushing a kiss across her forehead, then her temple, then lower -- lingering at her jaw, her neck. She sighed and stretched like a cat, arching against him, her nipples brushing his chest, her body melting into his. "Already ready for more?" she teased in a whisper, grinding her hips lazily against him. James let out a low, uncertain laugh.

"Couldn't help it. You're impossible to resist." Maxie grinned and shifted fully on top of him, straddling his hips, the thin blanket slipping down her back to reveal every inch of bare skin bathed in the soft morning light. She leaned down and kissed him -- slow and deep, her hair falling around them like a curtain, shutting out the world.

Their kiss grew hungrier, messier. James slid his hands up her thighs, gripping her hips, and guiding her down against him. Maxie rocked her hips forward, her slick heat sliding against him, making him groan into her mouth.

Without a word, she reached for her bag and took out the strap-on. He knew what to do. And soon between them, she was guiding him, or at least the 9 inches of dildo above his cage inside her with a slow, teasing roll of her hips that made them both gasp. James's hands tightened on her waist, but he let her set the pace, let her move the way she wanted -- slow, aching circles that drove him insane.

She rode him slowly at first, their bodies moving together in a lazy, sinuous rhythm, savoring the morning heat between them. James watched her, mesmerized -- the way her head tipped back, the little gasps that escaped her lips, the way her body shuddered every time she rocked deeper onto him.

"God, Maxie," he groaned, sitting up to pull her even closer, his mouth finding her breasts, teasing her nipples until she was whimpering against him. She clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she moved faster, harder, the tension between them rising quickly. James thrust up into her now, matching her rhythm, driving them both higher.

It didn't take long. Maxie shattered first, crying out his name, her body clenching around him. James followed moments later, burying his face in her shoulder as he emptied himself inside his cage, even totally locked and untouched with a shuddering groan. They collapsed together onto the soft sleeping bags, limbs tangled, sweat-slicked, hearts racing.

For a while, they just lay there -- Maxie tracing lazy patterns on James's chest, James running his fingers through her hair, the morning sunlight filling the tent with a warm, golden glow. "You know," Maxie whispered against his skin, her voice still breathless, "we might need to stay another night."

James laughed, low and rough, and kissed the top of her head."I was already planning on it."

Outside, the ocean sparkled, the waves dancing with the dawn -- but inside their little tent, the world was still just the two of them, lost in heat, laughter, and love. She said "Darling please make us all some breakfast for 9 am, I think we will be hungry in a few hours. Meanwhile, I'm going to give Jack a wake up so don't disturb us. And dear, clean yourself up you made a big mess. We will talk about that when we get home..."