Vacation Secrets Ch. 02

Years ago, on a vacation in the Caribbean, my wife and I made a drunken mistake. We talked a lot about it. We got vulnerable. We opened up to each other. We got closer. So, we ended up making a pact. The kind of pact that allowed us to make that kind of mistake again. We agreed that anything and everything that happens on vacation stays on vacation.

Chapter Two: Beach Bum

The next morning, Daphne and I got breakfast at the resort's little coffee shop, ordered our favorite coffees, and explored the place a little better. We wanted to get a feel for the layout. See where things were. Figure out what we might want to do other than eat, drink, and fuck each other all week. Not that either of us had a problem with that.

But one of the main things I wanted to do while we were there was go down to the beach. Pools are fine. Pools are better, actually, but the ocean is the ocean. I loved it and Daphne loved me so she agreed to spend the rest of that morning with me down at the beach.

After we walked around for a while, enjoyed the slow morning and admired the views, we returned to our room to get our swimming suits on for the rest of the day. Daphne went into the bathroom to change because she wanted to do a fashion show for me with the new bikini she bought before we left.

It took me two full seconds to put my dark grey snapback on backwards and change into my short blue swimsuit but it took her almost five minutes in the bathroom to get her suit on and make sure it looked the way she wanted it to.

When she came out my jaw nearly hit the floor. It was a dark blue bikini that looked absolutely fantastic on her. The top held her breasts tight to her chest but not too tight. The straps tapered off into a skinny barely visible line of fabric that wrapped up around her neck. The bottoms hugged the shape of her pussy perfectly. The front triangle ran right up a few inches and covered just enough to leave the best part to the imagination. Then she turned around. The bottoms were high waisted and cheeky so they showed off her ass in a way that made my shorts a little shorter.

"Jesus Christ," I said.

"I know right?" she squealed. "Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it. Oh my God. Come here."

"No no no. We're going down to the beach, remember?"

"Fuck the beach."

"That would hurt."

"Come on, seriously." I walked toward her, running my eyes up her body to her sly smiling lips. "Before we go..."

"No way." She stopped me with a hand on my chest. "It's beach time. But you can have a quick touch."

I wrapped my hands around her waist and brought her close to me so she could feel how much I wanted her. She ran her hand down over my swimsuit and rubbed my cock while I grabbed as much of her ass as I could in both hands and tried to keep myself under control.

"Touch my pussy," she whispered in my ear.

I smiled. The request dripped with a chance for me to get what I wanted. So, I guided my hand back to the front of her, right between us, and slipped it down behind that dark blue triangle. I ran my middle finger between the lips of that beautiful pussy and felt how wet she was. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to feel those lips wrapped around my cock. I wanted to-

"Okay, beach time," she sang and pulled away from me.

"What? Wait."

She was already at the door, grabbing her prepacked beach bag and laughing as I chased after her.

I feared every person we passed on the way down to the beach saw that I was walking with a full erection. I tried my best to hide it but it wasn't subtle. I just banked on the truth that anyone passing us would be looking at my gorgeous bombshell of a wife and not the persistent boner attempting to rip a hole through my shorts.

The beach was everything I had hoped it would be. Expansive and bright white sand. The ocean was a beautiful blue and the waves crashed up on shore, drowning out all the bullshit of the world for however long we decided to stay down there. And it was mostly empty. Not completely. It was anything but crowded. There were plenty of open spots and chairs to occupy so Daphne and I found the perfect place to set up camp - under the shade of an umbrella at the front left corner of the beach. Our spot bordered the next resort's beach and all their suntanning guests so on and so forth.

The beach stretched out toward a bunch of large rocks and a cliff in the distance.

"Ethan," Daphne squeezed my arm. "Is that who I think it is?"

"What? Where?"

"Don't look."

"Don't look where?"

"Oh my God, it is."

"It is what, Daphne?"

"It's Beth and Kyle."

"California Beth and Kyle?"

"Yes." She grabbed me by the chin and turned my head toward the resort next door's beach. It was not as nice of a resort as ours so the beach reflected that. And sure enough standing near the edge of the water, scowling at one another, was Beth and Kyle.

"Oh jeez, are they fighting?"

"Looks like it," Daphne said. "Yikes. Okay. Don't let them see us."

"You don't let them see us."

"Me?"

"You. Don't stare at them. Sit down."

"Oh my God, I wanna hear what they're arguing about so bad." Daphne tossed her stuff down on one of the beach chairs and sat down as she began to go into detail on the last conversation she had with Beth. And then she added, "You know, she was also so jealous of me back in high school."

"I know. You told me about it a couple times."

"She always wanted whatever I had - especially my boyfriends - so, not to be a bitch or anything, but it makes me super happy that our resort is way nicer than theirs."

I laughed. "You're crazy."

"Yes."

Beth and Kyle turned away from us and strode with purpose up the beach, away from the water, toward their resort.

"Yikes, and she looks..."

"Not terrible," I said, eyeing Beth's ass from a distance.

"Shut up. Yes, but I hate it."

"Kyle isn't a looker though, to be honest."

"No. Oh my God, do you know what she told me about him once? Well, not told me on purpose but she like definitely implied it."

"What?"

"That he has a tiny weiner."

I laughed at that. "That's unfortunate."

"Very. And even though they live in California, it's so expensive there they can't buy a house, or travel the way we do, or anything like that. I don't know." Daphne reached over and took my hand in hers. "I'm just so grateful for our life, Ethan."

"Me too, Daph." So much I was. Grateful for our life. Our successes. For everything we had. And for her. I was so unbelievably grateful for Daphne, my beautiful, sexy wife in her tight blue bikini gossiping with me at the beach about her old jealous friend who always wanted whatever she had, but could never get it. Who always wanted to be as magnificent, as sexy, as funny, as beautiful, as everything as Daphne was, but could never become. Something no one could ever be, replicate, or imitate.

"Okay," I said. "I'm going in the ocean."

"Please be careful," she said, laying back in her beach chair. "And put on sunscreen first. Come here." She lathered the both of us up in sun lotion while she reminded me about how oceans are dangerous and filled with sharks.

"Just don't swim out too far, okay?"

"I won't." And I didn't. I got into the ocean and let the waves bash me around for a while while Daphne read in her beach chair letting the sun tan her beautiful skin. But when I saw her order drinks for us from a resort beach waiter I started heading back into shore.

"What'd you get?"

"Drinks."

"Oh, good, I thought you might have ordered sheep. What kind of drinks, Daphne?"

"Shut up. I got you a piña colada."

I laid down on the beach chair next to her and looked around. The beach was still mostly empty. There was no one in our general vicinity and it was peaceful. I laid back and pulled my hat off my head to set it over my face and closed my eyes. I heard the waiter arrive and set our drinks down on the table next to Daphne and then I just listened to the waves.

I almost fell asleep until I felt a hand slide over my crotch.

I jolted and pulled my hat off my face to find Daphne, laying down next to me in her chair, gazing up toward the sky, with her hand gently massaging me into another public erection.

"What are you doing?"

"I was just thinking about yesterday," she said, casually. "And I just wanted to touch it."

"Are you about to start something you're not going to finish again?"

She shrugged, still laying flat, eyes closed. "Probably."

It felt too good to argue. She ran her hand up and down my cock over my swimsuit and it felt amazing. I checked over my shoulder to see if we were still alone. Not that I cared that much but I knew she usually did.

"Did you have a drink already?"

"One or two."

"That makes more sense."

"Stop. I'm not even tipsy. Can't I just like you?"

"You can. Can I like you?"

"How?"

"Like this?" I reached over and ran my hand across her leg toward the fabric between her legs.

"Mmmm," she thought. "Yes. I guess you can like me like that."

I ran my finger up and down the outline of her pussy over the top of that soft bikini. She moved her legs to make more room for me and I inched my finger under the edge of them to pull them to the side. But she stopped me.

"Hey now," she said. "You can't just flash my pussy to the world."

"What world? There's no one out here."

"Yeah but what if someone walks by?"

"So what?"

"Do you want someone walking by to see you with your dick out in the open?"

"Am I alone in this scenario or with you?"

"Does it matter?"

"A ton. A guy with his dick out alone is an entirely different situation than a guy with his dick out and his hot wife's hand on it."

"What, like this?" Daphne grabbed the top of my swimsuit and pulled it down just far enough to expose my hard cock to the sun and the ocean and anyone who happened to be looking in our direction. She was trying to prove something to me but I didn't bite. It actually felt great for it to be outside and it looked great too. The way the sun accentuated its shape and size.

"What are you trying to play sex chicken or something?" I asked. "Cause that's not a game you'll win."

"Yeah, sure," she said. We looked right at each other, both of us smiling, waiting for the other one to put my dick back in my swimsuit first. Neither of us wanted to lose. But she kept stroking it. Up and down and around the tip of it to make me tense up at the sensation of her hand on all those nerve endings.

It felt so good. But she looked so good too. I wanted her. I wanted to rip both pieces of that bikini off her body and fuck her in the sand.

"You wanna fuck me so bad right now," she said, as if she could read my thoughts.

In one quick movement, I reached over and grabbed her and pulled her over onto my chair, on top of me. She straddled me, my exposed cock still in her hands, right between her legs in front of that blue triangle. The tip of it covered her belly button.

"You want to," I told her.

"I'm not fucking you on a public beach," she told me but it sounded like she was trying to convince the both of us. Because she wasn't looking at my face, she was looking down at my exposed cock between her legs.

She held it forward, toward my stomach, and ran her clothed pussy up onto it. And then she looked up and around, paranoid, waiting for someone to come walking up at any moment.

Right when I was about to suggest going back up to the room, Daphne reached down and moved her bikini bottoms to the side "Just for a second."

I ran a hand onto her ass and helped her move the bikini out of the way. I felt the elastic press tight into her ass cheek and I watched as she pulled my cock up underneath her and sat down on it quickly, as if to hide it.

Her pussy swallowed my cock so fast and so all at once that my brain almost short circuited. The sudden sensation of being all the way inside of her took us both by surprise and the excitement of being outside at the beach amplified it.

But then Daphne made a soft yelp and her tone changed. "Fuck."

Her posture stiffened and she grabbed the towel from her chair and threw it over where we connected just as I realized what was happening.

"I thought that was you guys," Kyle shouted to us from somewhere behind me.

"Hi," Daphne replied. "Oh my God! Small world!"

Beth and Kyle came right up next to Daphne's empty beach chair but neither Daphne or I could move from where we were. I turned my head toward them. Daphne twisted toward them and repositioned herself to avoid them seeing what was going on. But when she did, she moved up and down my cock and I wanted more.

"Are you staying here?" Daphne asked them.

"No, we're over at the Hard Rock," Beth said. "But we've been here for a few days so we've been popping up and grabbing drinks at different resorts and stuff and oh my God, girl, you look amazing."

"Oh my God, so do you." Daphne deflected the comment, laughing a little too hard. Maybe because I was all the way inside of her. Or maybe because it wasn't true. Beth wore one of those one piece bathing suits that hid more of her thick curvy body than revealed it. Except her massive breasts looked like they were about to come spilling over the top of it. Kyle, on the other hand, wore red swim trunks that looked like he might have bought them a couple decades ago.

"When did you get in?" Kyle asked.

"Just now," I replied.

Daphne turned to correct me. "You mean, yesterday." I used the opportunity of her movement to sit up a little bit and in doing so I bounced her in my lap and made her breathe the last syllable of that correction.

Daphne turned back toward Beth and Kyle. "We got in yesterday."

"Oh, jealous," Beth groaned. "We're leaving on Monday. I wish we could stay longer. How long are you two staying?"

"I'm weak," Daphne answered.

"What?" Beth inquired, confused.

"One week," Daphne clarified. She resituated herself again. She wanted to feel me moving inside her. I knew it. She loved being overfilled with my cock while talking to her old jealous high school friend. She loved having something her friend would never have. Didn't have. Could never have. It turned her on. I bet part of her wanted to start riding me right then and there in front of both of them. I bet she wanted to show the length of my cock while she bounced her perfect ass up and down on it.

"Hey, we should get dinner tomorrow night," Beth sang. "We have reservations at the nicest restaurant. It's off site but you should come!"

"Yeah, come," Kyle insisted.

I moved my hips back slowly. Daphne was so ridiculously wet I could hardly stand staying so still. She was dripping down over my balls. And I could feel her cervix pressing down against the tip of my cock, bending it inside of her to make sure the whole thing stayed hidden.

"I would love to," Daphne replied.

"Oh, are you busy?" Kyle asked me.

"Hmm?"

"She said I? Not we, sorry? Are you not coming?"

"No, I'll come. Yeah. I can come. I wanna come."

Daphne turned to me again and said, "Don't you dare," just loud enough for me to hear.

"Great," Beth said, "I'll text you the details. The reservation is at seven tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"That's great," I said, trying to rush them away.

"Can't wait," Daphne said as Beth and Kyle turned to walk away.

We both watched them go and with each step they took away from us I started making small subtle movements in and out of Daphne's tight pussy. Once they were out of sight, Daphne turned to me and attacked my face. She pressed her lips into mine and started riding me like she was starved for it.

I fucked her back the same way.

I grabbed her by the hips and took full control. I fucked her hard and fast and listened to her panting breaths in my ear over the sound of those ocean waves crashing against the shore. Both sounds drowned out all the bullshit of the world for however long we lasted. Which wasn't much longer.

"I'm gonna come," she nearly shouted at me.

"Come for me, Daphne."

She sat down hard on my cock, swallowing the whole thing with her pussy once again while she moaned louder than I had ever heard her moan. I grabbed her ass and held her there while I came too. We both twitched and tensed up and the sensation was almost an out of body experience. I felt like I could see us from above, wrapped up in each other, connected in the most intimate way possible - through skin and soul - having a mutual orgasm that transcended time and space. The kind that needed to happen outside, beneath the sky and the sun and the clouds and the universe. The kind anyone would have been lucky to witness.

Daphne didn't waste time when she finished, though. And neither did I. She hopped off me and returned her bikini to full coverage while I stuffed my dick back into my shorts.

"Holy shit," we both said at the same time.

"Let's never do that again," Daphne said.

"Mmm, let's actually do that all the time."

"Maybe. Also, we're not going to dinner with them, by the way."

"Yes we are. We can't not after that."

"No way. This is our vacation."

"What about our pact?"

"That has nothing to do with them."

"Hola," a friendly voice said from behind us. Startled, Daphne and I both jolted upright and turned around. "Lo siento," the waiter said, holding an empty tray in his right hand. "I can get you anything more to drink?"

I wondered how long he had been there.

To be continued with... Chapter Three: You Said Anything