The Beach House Pt. 05

I jumped out of the boat and into the undulating water. Holding my bag over my head I advanced towards the shore. Nate forged ahead, and Mark waded behind me. Waves pushed me from behind as my feet sunk into the sand.

We all emerged from the ocean onto the beach.

A few feet from the water line, Nate set up the three beach chairs that he had been carrying. "You brought a blanket, right Joan?"

"Yes, of course. But that's not all." I placed my bag down on the sand. The champagne flutes clink together.

I spread the blanket out in front of us. "There. We're all set up now." I looked back at Nate's boat bobbing in the water under a clear blue sky. Could it get any better?

We all took a chair. I buried my toes in the dark, coarse sand. Mark reached into my bag and took out the bottle of champagne.

"We better drink this while it's cold," he announced. He reached into the bag and set three flutes onto the blanket.

POP went the cork. I heard the sound echo off the rock caves behind us. Mark poured in the champagne, and I held the first flute out to Nate.

"Fancy!" he commented, taking it in his hand.

Once the three flutes were filled, we clinked them together. "To us!" I declared, looking at Nate, then Mark in the eye. Mark winked back at me before bringing the champagne to his lips.

After the first sip, we all sat back in our chairs, looking out into the foamy ocean. I wiggled my feet around, feeling the sand slip around my toes. My pink painted toenails stood out on the dark sand.

Nate was the first to break the silence. "Sam says that you might be thinking about selling the house."

I nodded slowly. "We don't know what to do. It's hard to keep everything up, especially when nobody lives close. Sam's the only one who seems really attached."

"Don't sell Joan," Nate watched the champagne bubbles climb to the surface. "It's worth more than whatever you could get for it. Maybe I'm too much of a nostalgia guy, but I wouldn't want to give up those memories. I'd want to pass them on."

Mark shifted in his seat. "Who would we pass them on to?" He asked.

Mark and I never wanted kids. Carly, my younger sister, could still start a family. But she travelled so much for her sales rep job and she never could seem to maintain a steady relationship. It was unfortunate, but the beach house seemed doomed to die with our generation.

A raindrop on the tip of my nose made me look to the darkening sky. Clouds were moving in from the ocean.

"This wasn't on the weather report," Nate frowned, his eyebrows pulling together.

"Why don't we just move under the caves up there? I'm sure the storm will pass soon." More raindrops were falling now and the wind had stirred up the waves.

We swallowed the contents of our flutes and packed up quickly. I carried my bag and Mark carried our blanket. Nate took all three beach chairs.

"It's a little chilly with the rain. Why don't we start a fire?" Nate suggested.

We went to work collecting driftwood and soon we had a cozy little bonfire crackling just for us. We set our chairs around it.

I could feel the tension in the air as I moved my stare between Mark and Nate. When I caught Mark's gaze, I gave him my coy eyes. He got the hint.

Mark placed his hand on Nate's thigh and squeezed. He began to slowly move up, inch by inch. Nate looked down, watching Mark's hand climb up towards his cock. A smile played on his lips.

Before long, Mark reached the button on Nate's linen shorts. With the grace and elegance that I loved him for, Mark undid the button in one swift movement of his thumb and forefinger. Nate raised his hips, letting Mark slip off his shorts.

His erect cock pushed up the fabric of his swimming trunks.

"Hard already?" Mark asked, giving his package a little stroke from over the material of the bathing suit.

"Mmm," Nate mumbled an answer.

Mark undid his own shorts and slipped everything off. He pulled his shirt over his head. "Good thing we've got that fire going." Mark's beautiful cock was also standing at attention.

In my chair opposite Mark and Nate, I started to feel a familiar throbbing between my legs, my pussy lips slick against each other. I lowered my bikini bottoms to around my ankles and brought my feet up, so that my feet were perched on the edge of the beach chair. I spread my legs to either side and felt the warmth of the fire on my pussy. Combined with the gentle humid breeze that the storm brought, it was a divine feeling. I didn't want to touch myself yet.

Both men noticed my position and turned to have a better view of my spread pussy lips.

Nate gestured for Mark to step closer. He reached out his hand and cupped Mark's balls, giving them a light squeeze and gentle pull. Nate bent his head towards Mark's cock, taking it all in his mouth. He worked it up and down slowly, while holding tight onto the base. Then, he popped it out of his mouth and began to lick and kiss the red, engorged tip of Mark's cock.

I could see Mark's legs go weak at the attention his cock was getting from Nate's greedy mouth. And I watched as Nate's tongue wrapped around my husband's glans. Nate used his free hand to stroke his own cock, still trapped inside his navy blue swim trunks.

Mark put his hand into Nate's brown hair and looked down, watching his cock disappear and reappear from Nate's mouth as he sucked. "Oh fuck, that's amazing." I wondered if Nate was better at sucking cock than I was. Probably.

"Don't make me cum yet," he finally said to Nate, backing away.

Nate smacked his lips. He finally peeled off his trunks, revealing his larger-than-life member, hard and ready. "I know what Joan wants," he said. "You think you can take it, Mark?"

I reached into my beach bag and unzipped an interior pocket. Sam's lube would come in handy. Maybe Sam wanted me to find it, I thought. I handed it over to Nate. "I'm sure you're familiar with this."

Nate gave a little chuckle and took the bottle from me. "Bend your tight little ass over, Mark," he commanded.

Mark steadied himself behind the beach chair facing me. He was tugging on his cock, "Is this making you wet, Joan?"

"Of course," I answered, spreading my legs a little further.

"Does it make you want to touch yourself? What are you waiting for?"

"I want to savour this. I want to cum with you."

Nate squeezed out a good amount of lube and rubbed Mark's ass. He started by sliding one finger inside. "That goes in nicely." Then he tried two, and then three.

I watched Mark react to Nate fingering his ass. "Oh fuck, that makes me want your cock in me."

"Your husband seems pretty experienced at getting his ass filled," Nate told me, moving three fingers in and out easily.

"I'm learning this at the same time as you," I told Nate. "And I'm finding it very hot."

I smiled at Mark and brought two fingers to my mouth. When they were nice and wet, I moved them down to my throbbing pussy. In full view of Mark, I parted the lips and slipped them in.

"Ready for my cock?" Nate asked.

"Yes, fuck me in the ass with that huge cock of yours. I've wanted it ever since I saw it." Mark kept his eyes on my pussy.

I watched Nate, cock in hand, slide it into my husband's ass. Mark bit his lip, but managed to take it all. A wave of pleasure swept over his face as Nate pushed in further.

"Uhhh, fuck," Nate groaned as his cock disappeared into Mark. With his rough hands on Mark's soft hips, he began thrusting slowly at first, then a little harder and harder still until his thighs were slapping against Mark's. Nate's gaze drifted between my pussy and Mark's ass.

My eyes were locked onto Mark. With one hand, I rubbed my hard clit and with the other I plunged my fingers into my pussy. "Watching you get fucked makes me so hot, Mark. It's better than watching you fuck a girl."

Mark's hand pumped his hard cock in rhythm with Nat's thrusts. "Your pussy is so beautiful, Joan. I want to watch you come."

His words alone made me even hotter. I licked my fingers of my juices and pushed them back into my wanting pussy. "Really?"

"Yes, Joan, I want to watch you cum while Nate fucks me hard." I watched his fingers grip the back of the beach chair.

Nate looked up. Suddenly, I had four eyes all trained on me. I bit my lip and rubbed my clit harder. My breaths began to accelerate, my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. "Mark, I'm going to cum."

"For me, Joan, cum for me." Mark licked his lips.

The feeling came from the tip of my clit and spread out like ripples. LIke a hot flash between my legs, the warmth spread out to my pussy lips, my inner thighs and down my shaking legs. I moaned with pleasure, "Fuuckkk... oh fuck yes." My eyes were locked with Mark's.

As I came back from my orgasm, I set my feet back down on the sand. "I want your cum all over me. Both of you." I told my husband and Nate. "Are you ready to cum?"

Nate slowed his thrusts. "Ready, Mark?"

"Oh yes."

Nate stepped away, his cock sliding out of my husband's gaping hole.

Both men came over to me, hard cocks in hand. Nate's cock glistening with lube. It didn't seem fair to Mark.

I pulled Mark in and took his rock-hard cock in my mouth, wetting it all the way up and down the shaft.

After a few moments, he pulled it out of my mouth. Nate pumped his own dick furiously. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled down my bathing suit top, exposing my breasts. "Why don't you both cum on my tits?" I suggested, pulling on each nipple and pinching them between my fingers.

They stepped closer. Nate came first, shooting white frothy cum out of his long, thick cock onto my left tit as he moaned, legs shaking, barely holding him up.

Mark, at the sight of Nate's orgasm, squeezed the base of his dick and unloaded his cum onto me in spurts. It dribbled down my right nipple. I knew that Mark had cum hard.

Mark collapsed into the chair, cock still semi-hard but spent. He held his head in his hands.

Nate took a seat too, crossing his legs at the ankle. "You two are fucking hot," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"We just don't care anymore," I told Nate. "Life's too short to waste. If we can fuck hot people, we're going to do it. I'm so glad Mark finally admitted his... proclivities to me. We're going to have so much more fun this way."

Nate looked down at his hands. "I can't be so open," he admitted. You met my wife. She's very traditional. She wouldn't understand any of this."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You don't think she could be persuaded?"

Fear set into Nate's eyes. "Oh no. Amy would be destroyed if she knew about the things I do with Sam, and now you guys too. I've got to keep it all separate."

"That's a shame." I shook my head. "Because I'd love to taste her pussy."

"Her pussy tastes so good," Nate said. "Yours does too." He smiled.

Outside the cave, raindrops were falling on the black sand. I was covered in Mark and Nate's sticky cum. "I think I need to clean off. Why don't we all take a dip in the ocean?"