This is a rewrite of a story I published in 2018. I received many suggestions from my readers on ways to improve the overall story. I took all of their suggestions under consideration and tried to incorporate all recommendations into this rewrite. I must admit they had many good ideas and I think the story was greatly improved. Please read and let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
What started as a Fantasy becomes a Reality.
Walter (Walt) Simpson and Victoria (Vickie) Taylor met their junior year at college. They were a handsome, athletic couple who took good care of their slender bodies. Walt was 6' tall with chestnut brown hair, and Vickie was 5' 9" with sandy blond hair. They both loved the excitement and living on the edge. Vickie was probably the more daring of the two. Their favorite past-time was watching other people and fantasizing about what they would look like naked and what they may be like in bed. Vickie was Bi and loved to fantasize about other women.
Vickie had read an interesting article in Cosmopolitan Magazine that said 90% of sexual satisfaction took place in the mind. The article suggested that by fantasizing about someone else while having sex with your mate is just as gratifying and thrilling as indulging in the taboo practice of cheating on your mate. It was akin to both partners’ fucking a different person each time. The article went on to say that it may thwart any urges to cheat on one's mate. Walt and Vickie were hooked from the moment they first tried it. They made it a regular practice of putting together different sexual scenarios using a randomly ***********ed person to play the primary role in their fantasy. The sex play game usually progressed into unbridled wild sex, where each of them would pretend they were having sex with the person of their fantasy. It was an advanced level of roleplaying. In their fantasy, they were each cheating on the other, but in the presence of each other. They achieved some of their most intense orgasms in this manner. They carried the game into their marriage after they graduated from college.
Walt and Vickie would go to a public place like a shopping mall and secretly observe the shoppers. Walt would pick a woman at random that he would like to fuck, and Vickie would *********** a man she desired sexually. They would build an imaginary story about what each would do with their fantasy partner in bed. Vickie added to Walt’s story by describing what she wanted to see Walt do to the woman. Walt would describe what he imagined Vickie doing with her fantasy partner. After the story was solidly in their minds, they would go to bed with each other and re-enact the sexual scenario they had constructed. It usually culminated with a fantastic orgasm for them both. The role-playing game became even more personal and more exciting when they gave their ***********ed partners a name and then used those names as they engaged in the sex play. It made the game seem more real.
Sometimes they would go to bed and take each other to the brink of orgasm, but not let each other cum. Walt and Vickie would postpone their orgasm sometimes for a day while they taunted each other about how great it would be when they finally did have their mutual orgasms. Delaying their climax very often resulted in an even more explosive orgasm for them both. The longer they waited to cum, and the longer they taunted each other, the higher the orgasmic reward. Sometimes they got so lost in their fantasy, and it was like they were indeed cheating on each other. The excitement had become addictive to the point that Vickie sometimes fantasized about someone else even when they weren't playing the game. She didn't tell Walt, but as he was eating her pussy, she fantasized about a young woman she had seen that morning at the local Supermarket. In Vickie's mind, Walt's tongue became the young woman's tongue, and it made her cum so hard she almost lost consciousness. Walt probably did the same thing, but he never mentioned it to Vickie.
They had been married about three years when Walt was required to attend a company-sponsored week-long seminar in San Diego. Walt took Vickie along even though spouses weren't invited. It would give them a change of scenery that might inspire a more tantalizing setting to re-enact during their lovemaking sessions. They checked into the Hotel del Coronado with a bungalow overlooking the white sandy beaches.
The beach was crowded that day with young hard bodies of male and female sailors and Marines enjoying their shore leave. The sun was so bright, reflecting off the white sand Vickie had to shade her eyes with her hand. The merriment on the beach was inviting them to join the fun. Walt and Vickie changed into their swimsuits and headed down to the beach. They picked a couple of chaise lounge chairs near a volleyball game in progress. Vickie immediately spied a muscular young man who seems to dominate the game. She looked him up and down, watching his muscles ripple under his bronze skin as he moved gracefully around the volleyball court. It was evident by his facial structure and his skin tone that he had Native American or Hispanic blood running through his veins. The young Marine appeared to be 19 or 20 years old. Vickie decided he was the one she wanted to incorporate into her next sexual fantasy. Walt agreed, and they began to build an erotic picture that included Vickie deep throating his young cock. Walt got hard as he visualized Vickie’s long legs wrapped around the young Marine’s bare ass. Walt imagined Vickie pulling the young man deep into her pussy as she convulsed with an explosive orgasm. Walt scanned the beach for a young woman to build his fantasy around, but his mind kept drifting back to Vickie being fuck by the young man she had chosen.
For some reason, the young man became aware of them watching him. He was puzzled why a beautiful older woman was paying so much attention to his playing. The first chance he got, he deliberately deflected the volleyball into Vickie's lap. He ran over to retrieve the volleyball and ogled her breast while feigning a sincere apology.
“I’m so sorry we disturbed you with our volleyball.”
"No need to apologize, son. I’m sure it was an accident.” Walt replied.
“Yes Sir, it was clumsy of me, Sir. I’m a much better player than that. Please forgive me.”
The young man tried to maintain eye contact with Walt, but his eyes kept involuntarily drifting to Vickie’s breast. Walt was aware of what the young man was doing and decided to up the intensity of their little sex game.
"That's quite alright, Son. What's your name, and what branch of the service are you in?"
The young man puffed out his chest and said, “My name is Maximo Escalante; Sir, and I’m a Lance Corporal in the U. S. Marine Corps. Most people just call me Max.”
“We thank you for your service, Max. Why don’t you come to have a beer with us after the volleyball game?"
Max gave Walt the thumbs up and smiled.
“Thank you, Sir. I will be more than happy to have a drink with you and your lovely Lady.”
Vickie blushed, Max pivoted and then dashed off to rejoin the game. Vickie turned to Walt, gave a half shrug, and wanted to know why he engaged the young man in conversation. She was perplexed and folded her arms across her breast to express her disapproval. They had never made direct contact with their intended sexual fantasies in the past. She tilted her head toward Walt and waited for his explanation. She was afraid this would make the game far too personal. Walt agreed that the personal contact did indeed make it more personal. Still, he explained it also added several benefits to their game.
One, they had an actual name and person to use during the fantasy game. Two, it would give Vickie a closer look at the person her fantasies would be about. Three, Walt could tell by the bulge in Max’s swimsuit that he had a sizable cock trying to fight its way out, a big plus for Vickie he reasoned. And four; it made his cock unusually hard, knowing that Max had a strong desire to fuck Vickie. That was an entirely new sensation for Walt, and it promised to bring even more excitement to the game. Vickie liked Walt's thinking. It made her wet with anticipation.
When Max came back for the beer, he couldn't keep his eyes off Vickie's bikini-clad breast. He was mesmerized by their fullness. Between sips of beer, he paid particular attention to her hard nipples that were pushing against the thin fabric of her bikini top. Vickie and Walt both noticed his lustful gaze. Vickie rocked back and forth and fidgeted while toying with a lock of her hair and tugged at her earlobe. Max couldn’t tear his eyes away from a rivulet of sweat as it made its way down between Vickie’s magnificent tits. Vickie tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Walt knew those were all signs she was becoming aroused, and he enjoyed watching her squirm. He kept waiting for a wet spot to appear in the crotch area of her bikini. He could tell the wetness had started because she laid a towel across her lap.
Walt also noted Vickie couldn’t prevent her eyes from occasionally dropping to view Max’s growing bulge. She was caught by the young marine and Walt several times. She would blush and look away. Walt’s erection became harder when visions of her fucking Max popped into his head again. He visualized Vickie’s legs open wide with Max plunging his hard cock deep into her. Walt’s breath quickened as he envisioned her legs, pulling Max deep into her while screaming his name. Walt found himself genuinely wanting to watch the two of them fuck as if their lives depended on it. That filled him with a new exhilaration, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to convince Vickie to go along with it. However, it wouldn’t be the first time that Walt had suggested she fuck another man in front of him. He often suggested it might be a real turn-on, but she usually just laughed like she didn’t take him seriously.
Max told them that he was twenty years old, and he had enlisted in the Marines straight out of high school. Walt asked Max how often he came to the beach while on shore leave. Max glanced at Vickie and made it a point to stress that he was there almost every afternoon and sometimes in the morning. Walt could feel the sexual tension building between Max and his sexy wife. Vickie and Max were openly flirting with each other, and Vickie occasionally slipped her hand under the towel in her lap and rubbed her pussy. Walt knew she was getting very aroused. It made him feel uncomfortable, yet at the same time, he was incredibly excited by it. However, Walt thought it was time to break off their contact. He told Max they had to get ready for a mandatory dinner meeting with his company. Walt didn't tell Max that Vickie would be alone that evening while he attended the dinner. He was afraid the horny young bastard would come back and force himself on her. Vickie and Max both looked like they wanted to fuck each other’s brains out. If that happened, Walt wanted to be there to watch. That was something he may encourage later on, but not tonight.
Before leaving the beach, Walt told Max he would be tied up in seminars most of the week, but Vickie would be free if he wanted to keep her company on the beach during the day. Walt felt that the more exposure they had to each other, the more sexual tension would build between them. That sexual tension would eventually have to be released, and Walt wanted to be the benefactor of that release. That alone would probably lead to a lust-filled sexual experience between him and his wife in their bedroom. Without consulting Vickie, Walt was formulating a plan to bring even more excitement into their little game. He considered a threesome with him, mostly watching the two of them fucking like crazy. Walt hadn’t quite worked out all the details of that plan yet.
Max excitedly agreed to entertain Vickie while Walt attended the seminar. He left the beach with a smile on his face and a massive bulge in his swimsuit. Vickie was ready to kill Walt for putting her in such an awkward position. It was evident that Walt is prepared to raise the stakes of the game to a much higher level than she was ready to tolerate. Walt told her to play along because it just might lead to the most thrilling orgasm of all. She was looking for more thrills but wasn’t sure she could restrain her urges enough to stay within the established parameters of the game. Vickie didn't mention it to Walt, but she really did want to fuck the young Marine. She wished Walt would mention his fantasy of her fucking another man again. She planned to put on a show of reluctance before agreeing to do it in the end.
After the company-sponsored dinner, Walt came back to a very horny wife. She told him she had showered after he left and then masturbated most of the evening. Even though her pussy was raw, Vickie still lured Walt into the bed with a promise of uninhibited sex. She fucked Walt like he was a total stranger and called out Max’s name several times during their fuck-fest. Walt exploded in her with five huge squirts of sperm. Vickie answered him with two back to back orgasms.
Walt left early the next morning for the company seminar. He told Vickie that he had to attend a reception after the symposium and probably wouldn't be back until around eight o'clock that evening. He said they could have a late dinner at the hotel. He suggested she relax on the beach and maybe do a little shopping in the afternoon. He didn’t mention it to Vickie, but he was more than sure Max would come sniffing around trying to entice her with his young muscular body. Walt felt the more Vickie had to fight off his sexual overtures, the hornier she would be when he got home that evening. If Walt has calculated it right, she would be ripping his clothes off as soon as he came through the door from the seminar. He could visualize the blissful sex that would take place between them that evening when he returned.
Vickie drank her morning coffee and lounged around the bungalow in her thin nightgown. Her pussy was still tingling from the sex she’d had with Walt the night before. She had gotten so worked up over her fantasy about Max she couldn’t relax. Without warning, visions of her being fucked hard by Max would occasionally pop into her mind. She became extremely anxious and forced the thought from her mind. She had never cheated on Walt, but if these wicked thoughts didn't go away, she might very well slip this once. She fingered herself to a quick orgasm just to relieve the mounting frustration. It helped, but the sexual urges were still there. She wished she had remembered to pack her Rabbit vibrator.
Around ten o'clock, she glanced out the window and observed Max relaxing on a chaise lounge under the shade of a palm tree. Her breathing quickened, and her nipples hardened. She blushed as she again imagined how big Max’s hard cock might be and what it would feel like in her hand or pussy. She promptly shook that image from her mind as her panties moistened. She hurriedly put on her bikini and a light-weight cotton cover-up and then hustled down to the beach. Max offered a cheerful welcome. She tried to act like she was a surprise to find him there.
“Good morning, Mrs. Simpson.”
Vickie raised a hand in greeting and said, “Good morning, Max, and please call me Vickie. I’m not that much older than you.”
"Yes, Ma'am,” he smiled.! “Vickie, it is then."
Max lifted his shoulders in a half shrug and pointed to a chaise lounge he had positioned next to his and invited her to join him. Vickie accepted and slipped off the cover-up and laid face down on the lounge. She promptly untied the bikini top and let it fall, exposing her bareback and a side view of her tits. Max was quick to caution her about the harsh sun rays. She had expected him to do just that and pointed to her beach bag and asked him to apply sunscreen to her back. Max rapidly retrieved the sunscreen and applied a liberal amount to her back. She shivered as he spread the cold lotion over the length of her back down to the cheeks of her ass.
Max took in a deep breath and was being careful not to appear too thrilled at being permitted to touch her body. Vickie, on the other hand, found herself hoping he would brazenly slip his hands under her bikini bottoms and apply lotion to her ass cheeks. He didn't. He wanted to, but he chickened out and moved back up to her shoulders. Max applied sunscreen along her sides from her hips up to her armpits. He could see her globular tits were bulging out, inviting him to touch them. Vickie held her breath and, without thinking, lifted her elbows to give him access to apply sunscreen to her breast. Walt had always accommodated her when she offered access, but Max wasn't bold enough to do so and moved away from her breasts. When Max backed away, Vickie let out a harsh breath and felt foolish for intuitively offering access to her boobs. She didn’t want to appear too eager, but she did yearn for his hands to roam her body, stroking and tweaking her nipples. It didn't happen. Vickie felt it would alter the fantasy if she had to ask him to be more daring.
“Don’t forget to put sunscreen on my legs, Max,” Vickie purred in a sexy voice.
"Yes, ma'am… I mean Vickie. I was going there next," Max responded!
While she was face down, Max took the occasion to reposition his painfully hard cock, which was beginning to tent his swimsuit. Max then proceeded to apply a moderate amount of sunscreen to her left leg. He started at her ankle and moved up to her calf. When he reached her inner thigh, a slight tremble traveled through Vickie’s body, and she emitted a soft moan. Max interpreted that as a good sign, and guardedly proceeded up to the top of her thigh. Vickie flinched and became tense; her breathing was rapid and irregular. Max lingered inches from her wet pussy. He could smell her aroma of arousal. After a minute of rubbing and massaging that area, he loomed closer. Max took a deep breath and cagily extended his index finger, casually stroking her wet pussy through her bikini bottom.
Vickie gasped and stiffened at the initial contact but said nothing. She casually stretched her body as a slight chill flowed through her, causing goose-bumps to rise on her back and legs. She was tempted to encourage him to be more daring. But her fantasy would be heightened more if he proceeded without her urging.
For Max, the goose-bumps were an excellent indication she liked what he was doing and desired more of the same. He knew that if he could get a finger in her pussy, he would be well on his way to achieving his goal. He considered for an instant to get more aggressive but lost his nerve moving quickly away from her vagina. She let out an involuntary sigh of frustration. Max began to apply sunscreen to her right leg. He took his time, giving Vickie plenty of time for the goose-bumps to go away and for her to calm down.
Vickie was getting very frustrated. She was aroused enough that she wanted him to touch her pussy. She wanted him to remove her bikini bottom and lick her pussy or asshole. Her fantasy was beginning to push her toward a real sexual encounter with this young stud. Max paced himself as he proceeded to massage her calf and then to move higher on her sun-tanned thigh. He spent an excessive amount of time stroking her inner thighs, trying to get the nerve to make his move. Vickie seemed to be relaxed and composed, but suddenly, she stiffened again and stretched while pushing her ass into the air. His first thought was that she was inviting him to touch her ass, but he didn’t. He wanted to but wasn’t sure he was reading her signals correctly. He had never tried to seduce an older woman before. All his experience was with younger women closer to his age. Max decided to watch for more clear-cut signals.
Max took his time working his way back near Vickie’s crotch. He knew if he misread her actions, it could create real problems for him. He understood how to handle women his age, but she was at least six to eight years older than him. That was almost a whole different generation. If she were his age, he wouldn't be so reluctant to interpret her signals. He took a deep breath and finally made the conscious decision to go for it. It was a calculated risk, but he was getting hornier by the minute. He was closer now than he had ever been with her. Max could smell her feminine desire. He had detected that same desire many times with younger women. It had to mean the same thing with women her age. He determined it was worth the risk. He could always pretend it was an accident and apologize.
Max cautiously extended his forefinger and stroked her vagina through the bikini bottom. Her breathing deepened and became rapid. Max was sure he felt her push against his finger. He took that as a good sign and slipped his finger under her bikini bottom. Vickie was very wet, and his finger slid easily into her pussy. She sighed as Max started a slow, steady in and out stroke. Filled with her lust, Vickie moved with his motion. Within minutes she shuttered, and his finger was flooded with her juices. Vickie’s orgasm had occurred without warning. She lost it and bolted upright on the chaise lounge. She had been swept up at the moment and never intended to let it go that far. That part of her fantasy was supposed to occur when she was in bed role-playing with Walt. She grabbed her beach cover-up and bikini top, and then covered her breast. She started to say something but instead blushed and bolted toward her bungalow. Max trailed close behind her. He couldn’t understand her abrupt mood change.
Vickie fumbled with her room key long enough for Max to overtake her. He was able to push his way into her room before she could lock him out. They found themselves standing in the small front room, staring at each other. Vickie and Max gasped for their next breath. She appeared alarmed. Vickie clutched the beach cover-up and bikini top to her breasts.
Max couldn’t believe her sudden mood change. Moments ago, she was softly moaning as he stroked her pussy. Now she looked at him as though he were a crazed rapist.
“Why are you acting this way,” Max asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her pleadingly? “You know I would never do anything you didn’t want me to do.”
Vickie gave a dismissive wave with her hand and said, "No, I don't know that, Max. My husband and I just met you, and we don't know what liberties you might take with me. Besides, that's not the way the game is played."
“GAME!” Max screamed as he threw his hands in the air. “What fucking game?”
Max was in panic mode. His hands tightened into a fist. He was wondering if he had been sucked into a trap. He imagined himself brought up on charges. He could lose his Marine Corps career. He could even be court-martialed and sent to federal prison. His whole life flashed before his eyes.
“What fucking game are you talking about?” Max demanded.
Vickie realized he was falling apart and immediately felt empathy for him. She never intended to cause him any harm. They had innocently pulled Max into a game she and her husband enjoyed playing together. The game was never meant to hurt others. She calmly explained the game to his befuddled mind and assured him that no one would ever know that it had gotten out of hand with him falling, a victim. She and Walt had no intention of ever reporting his sexual conduct toward her. She told him it should've never gone as far as it did. She could have… No… should have stopped it long before it progressed to the point it did. Max agreed that she had let it go too far and had caused him a lot of emotional anguish. He calmed down and offered what he saw as a simple solution. He appealed to her common sense.
“Why not go ahead and fuck me? You won't have to fantasize about fucking me. You can experience the real thing. And then experience it again as you and your husband engage in your usual role play. You know, as the saying goes, double your pleasure, double your fun. You get to experience two orgasms for the price of one.”
Vickie considered his proposal. In her high state of arousal, it made total sense to her. She DID want to fuck him. In her mind, she had already fucked him several times. Her pussy was wet and twitching. It needed immediate attention, and masturbation wasn't the answer. She wanted him, and he wanted her, but how would she explain it to Walt? The game had always been between her and Walt only.
"That would work for me, but I can't see how my husband would get any pleasure out of you and me fucking, especially since he won't be here even to watch,” she countered.
Max took a step toward her and snatched the cover-up from her breast and tossed it to one side. She could feel a wave of heat over her entire body as Max feasted his eyes on her naked breast. Her nipples became rock hard as he rolled one, then the other between his thumbs and index fingers. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
“So, you ARE considering my proposal,” Max smirked!
Vickie opened her eyes and nodded her consent as her body trembled. Max scooped her up in his arms, carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. She didn’t protest as he slipped off her bikini bottoms. He kissed her tenderly on the lips and then moved quickly to her breasts, savoring each nipple. The electricity that jetted through Vickie’s body prevented her from offering any reasonable objections to his actions. Max was not going to stop his advances, and Vickie didn't actually want it to end. She hadn't been with a man that young and with such a hard cock since college. She just had to feel him inside her. Max nimbly removed his swimsuit and knelt between her legs. Max rubbed the head of his cock against her clit. Vickie moaned as soon as he made contact. Her vagina was well lubricated with her natural juices. Max held his cock at her opening for a brief minute and then started a slow push, but Vickie snapped out of her daze and shoved Max away. She scrambled out of bed and put on a house robe.
“What did I do wrong,” Max pleaded?
"I'm sorry, Max. I can't cheat on my husband," Vickie explained.
Max wanted to push on and complete the task at hand, but his Marine Corp training had taught him that a Marine doesn't defile a lady against her wishes. She requested he stop, and his Marine Corp training dictated he do so. Max put his swimsuit on and apologized for his bad behavior.
Vickie felt bad for Max. She stepped to him and kissed him on the cheek. He turned to make a hasty exit before she could say a word. Vickie shouted as he neared the front door, "It wasn't you, Max. I wanted it as much as you did. I just can't cheat on my husband!”
Max gave her an understanding smile and closed the door behind him as he left.
“At least, not without Walt’s approval...,” Vickie said to an empty room as her voice trailed off.
Vickie took a long hot shower, put on a sundress with no bra or panties, and waited for Walt to come home. She sat in the dark, sipping a glass of red wine. The only light was coming through the window from the beach. She went over in her mind what she would tell her husband. Today was the first time she had ever come close to cheating on him. The guilt was overwhelming her emotional state, and she was slipping into despair. As soon as Walt entered the bungalow, he knew by her expression; she was deeply troubled about something.
“What’s wrong Sweetheart? You look like you have suffered a terrible tragedy.”
Vickie dropped her head and replied, “I almost made a terrible mistake today.”
Walt was pretty sure he understood what she was upset about, but he needed to hear it from her. He had felt her sexual tensions that morning before he left for the seminar. It was apparent she needed to be fucked decisively. Still, Walt thought it would make her even hornier for him to wait until he returned. Walt may have miscalculated his wife's willpower. He poured himself a glass of wine and pulled a chair up next to her. He placed his hand on hers and gazed into her sad eyes.
"What's wrong, Honey? I can't help you if I don't understand what you are sad about."
“I’m so ashamed of myself, Walt. I just couldn't help myself. I knew I was letting it go too far, but I couldn't bring myself to put a halt to it. I was aware it was wrong, but I found myself wanting it so badly."
“It couldn’t be that bad. I think I know what you are talking about, but just tell me before I die from suspense.”
Walt was almost sure she had fulfilled his fantasy and fucked Max. His only regret was he had wanted to be there to watch. Vickie looked at Walt through tear-filled eyes then buried her face in her hands. She incoherently mumbled through sobs. Walt couldn't understand a word of her mumbling. He pulled her hands away from her face and gave her a pleading look.
“Tell me what’s troubling you, Honey.”
“I almost fucked Max today,” she sobbed, “I didn’t only fantasize about it. I let him take my swimsuit off and lay with me in our bed.”
“You almost fucked Max?”
Walt at first acted appallingly shocked. He feigned betrayal. Then he felt arousal as his cock hardened in his pants. His breathing quickened as he closed his eyes and visualized Vickie naked on her back in their bed with her legs wrapped tightly around Max's nude hips. Walt’s excitement grew as he pictured Max driving deep into Vickie as she uses her legs to pull him deeper. Even though that didn't happen, Walt had to admit to himself it was what he half-heartedly wanted and thought might happen if she and Max spent the day alone together.
Walt started rubbing his cock through his pants and grunting. Vickie saw his reaction and began to finger herself as she recalled the feel of Max’s hard young cock moving up and down the wet lips of her pussy. The sensation she felt when his cock bumped her clit. Vickie and Walt both had a fabulous orgasm at the same time. Walt sprang to his feet and took Vickie by the hand and guided her into their bedroom. They stripped naked and crawled into bed.
“Vickie Honey, I want to make love to you as you describe all the sordid things you wanted to do to Max.”
Vickie shook her head, yes, and obediently followed Walt into their bedroom. Walt quickly undressed while Vickie slipped her sundress over her head, revealing her naked body. Vickie relayed the events of the day, starting with what took place on the beach leading up to their confrontation in the front room. She explained how it started with Max rubbing sunscreen on her back. Walt shoved his hard cock into Vickie and held her tight. He began with short, gentle strokes as she chronicled the events leading up to her indiscretions.
“I was lying face down on a chaise lounge and promptly untied my bikini top and let it fall, exposing my bareback. Max was quick to caution me about the harsh sun rays, as I knew he would. I pointed to my beach bag and asked him to apply sunscreen to my back. I shivered as he spread the cold lotion over the length of my back down to the cheeks of my ass.”
Walt felt a tingling from his balls to the tip of his cock. He almost had premature ejaculation. He had to slow his strokes and visualize Max gliding his hands over Vickie's bareback.
“Tell me more…. Honey, I’m so close to an orgasm. What did he do next?" Walt gasped as he slid his cock in and out of Vickie's wet cunt.
“Well… I heard Max take in a long breath, and I knew he was being careful not to appear too thrilled at being permitted to touch my body. I'm sorry, but I found myself hoping he would slip his hands under my bikini bottoms and apply lotion to my ass cheeks, but he must’ve chickened out and moved back up to my shoulders.”
“Would you have let him put his hands under your bikini and fondle your cheeks,” Walt asked?
"I'm not really sure, but I do remember being aroused enough, I probably wouldn't have objected. I couldn't say for sure," Vickie replied.
“It would’ve been okay with me if you had,” Walt grunted as he increased his pace.
“I let Max apply sunscreen along my sides from my hips up to my armpits. My tits were bulging out, inviting him to touch them. I even lifted my elbows to give him access to apply sunscreen to my breasts, but he passed. You had always accommodated me when I offered access to you, but Max just moved away from my breasts.”
“Max doesn’t realize what he missed,” Walt sighed, “you have incredible tits.”
“I let out a harsh breath and felt foolish for intuitively offering him access to my boobs. I didn’t want to appear too eager, but I did yearn for his hands to roam my body, stroking and tweaking my nipples. It didn’t happen, and I felt it would alter the fantasy if I had to ask him to be more daring. I purred in my sexiest voice not to forget to put sunscreen on my legs.”
“As I said, it was Max’s loss,” Walt sighed.
“Max said that he was going there next. He applied a moderate amount of to my left leg up to my inner thigh, I felt a slight tremble traveled through my body, and I am sure he felt it too. I emitted a soft moan. I think Max interpreted my reaction as a good sign, and guardedly proceeded up to within a fraction of an inch from my pussy.
“Did he touch your pussy,” Walt gasped?
“Well… Yes and no. Max lingered inches from my wet pussy. I know he could smell my aroma of arousal because I could smell it and feel it moisten my gusset. After a minute of rubbing and massaging that area, Max loomed closer. He took a deep breath and cagily extended a finger, nonchalantly stroking my wet pussy through my bikini bottom. I flinched and became tense; my breathing was rapid and irregular. I gasped and stiffened at that initial contact but said nothing. I casually stretched my body as a slight chill flowed through me, causing goose-bumps to rise on my back and legs. I wanted to encourage him to continue, but as I said, I felt my fantasy would be heightened more if he proceeded without my urging.”
“Then what happened?”
“I think my goose-bumps were an excellent indication that I liked what he was doing and desired more of the same. However, I knew that if he ever got a finger in my pussy, I would be at his mercy. I was just before stopping him from going any further, but I think he lost his nerve moving quickly away from my vagina. I let out an involuntary sigh of frustration. Max began to apply sunscreen to my right leg. He took his time, giving me plenty of time for the goose-bumps to go away and for me to calm down.”
"I have to say Max is either the most patient man I know, or he is the most inexperienced kid on this earth when it comes to seducing a sexy woman like yourself," Walt laughed.
“I have to admit I was getting frustrated and found myself wanting him to touch my pussy. I wanted him to remove my bikini bottom and lick my pussy or asshole. Max was beginning to push me toward a real sexual encounter with him, and I didn't want to stop him. He was pacing himself as he proceeded to massage my calf and then move higher on my thigh. Max spent a lot of time stroking my inner thighs. I think he was trying to get the nerve to make his move. I, for some reason, inadvertently pushed my ass into the air. It was as if I was inviting him to touch me there, but he didn’t. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was disappointed.
“So, then what happened?”
“Well… Max took his time working his way back near my crotch. I don’t think he understood how to handle women my age. I am ten years older than him. That is almost a whole different generation. He decided to push forward because he cautiously extended his index finger and stroked my vagina through my bikini bottom again. I know he could tell when my breathing deepened and became rapid. I involuntarily pushed against his finger. At least I think it was involuntarily. He must have taken that as a good sign and finally slipped his finger under my bikini bottom. I was very wet, and his finger slid easily into my pussy. I sighed as he started a slow, steady in and out stroke. I was overwhelmed with lust, and I moved with his motion. Within minutes I shuttered, and his finger was flooded with my juices. My orgasm had occurred without warning. At that point, I lost it and bolted upright on the chaise lounge. I had been swept up at the moment and never intended to let it go that far. That part of my fantasy was supposed to occur when you and I were in bed role-playing. I grabbed my cover-up and bikini top and then covered my breast. I started to say something to Max but instead rushed toward our bungalow. Max trailed close behind me.”
That revelation must have excited Walt and caused him to shoot five forceful streams of semen into Vickie, which triggered an orgasm in her. When they recovered from their mutual orgasms, Vickie took a deep breath and then continued with her account of the stunning events. Walt's cock didn't go flaccid, so he continued to slowly pump in out of Vickie's overheated and excessively wet cunt.
“I reached the room before Max but fumbled with my room key just long enough for Max to overtake me. I didn’t fumble on purpose. I don't think I did. Anyway, he was able to push his way into our room before I locked him out. We stood in the front room of our bungalow, staring at each other. I clutched the cover-up and bikini top to my breasts and was alarmed. I think I looked at him as though he were a crazed rapist. He wanted to know why I was acting that way. I tried to explain it was a game you and I played, and he threw his hands in the air and screamed, "Game?”
“Oh… shit… I bet that went over well.”
“Walt, I can tell you he scared me. Max was in panic mode. His hands tightened into fists, and he asked if he had been sucked into a trap. Max was raving about being brought up on charges by the military. He said he could lose his career in the Marine Corp. He said he could even be court-martialed and sent to federal prison.”
“Oh, fuck... I never thought our game could lead to so much trouble,” Walt replied. “How did you handle it from there?”
“I saw he was falling apart and immediately felt empathy for him. I assured him that we never intended to cause him any harm. Our game wasn't designed to hurt others. I calmly explained the game to him and promised him that no one would ever know that it had gotten out of hand with him falling, a victim. I told him we had no intention of ever reporting his sexual conduct with me. That seemed to ease his mind a bit. He calmed down and offered what he saw as a simple solution. He appealed to my common sense.”
“Max suggested I go ahead and let him fuck me. He reasoned I wouldn’t have to fantasize about fucking him. I could experience the real thing. And then experience it again as you and I engage in our usual role play. I considered his proposal. In my high state of arousal, it made total sense to me. I really DID want to fuck Max. In my mind, I had already fucked him several times. My pussy was wet and twitching. It needed immediate attention, and masturbation wasn't the answer. I wanted him, and I know he wanted me, but how was I going to explain it to you, Walt? The game had always been intended to be between my husband and me only.
“And,” Walt asked?
"Instead of turning him down flatly, I told Max that would work for me, but I couldn't see how you would get any pleasure out of me and Max fucking, especially since you wouldn't be here even to watch.”
“How did that go?”
“As soon as it appeared that I might actually submit to his suggestion, Max took a step toward me and snatched the cover-up from my breasts and tossed it to one side. I could feel a wave of heat over my entire body as Max feasted his eyes on my naked breasts. My nipples became rock hard as he rolled one, then the other between his thumb and index finger. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.”
“So, you ARE considering my proposal?” Max laughed.
“I opened my eyes and tacitly consented as my body trembled. Max scooped me up in his arms, carried me into the bedroom, and laid me on our bed. I didn’t protest when he kissed me tenderly on the lips. I even kissed him back. Max then moved to my breasts and sucked one nipple into his mouth. The electricity that shot through my body prevented me from offering any reasonable objections to his actions. Max showed no signs of stopping, and I didn't actually want it to end. I hadn't been with a man that young, with such a hard cock since before college. I just had to feel him inside me. Max knelt between my legs rubbing, the head of his cock against my clit. My vagina was well lubricated with my juices. He lubed his cock with my juices and held it at my opening for a brief minute and then started a slow push. I snapped out of my daze and shoved Max away. I scrambled out of bed and put on a house robe.”
“How did Max react to that?”
“Max wanted to know what he did wrong? I told him that I was sorry, but. I couldn’t cheat on you. Max wanted to push on and complete the task at hand, but he told me his Marine Corp training had taught him that a Marine doesn’t defile a lady against her wishes. I had requested he stop, and it was his duty to do so. Max put his swimsuit on and apologized for his bad behavior.”
“A true Marine. I am proud of him,” Walt commented, “If we ever have a son, I hope he is as honorable as Max.”
“I felt bad for Max. I stepped to him and kissed him on the cheek. He turned to make a hasty exit. I assured Max as he neared the front door that it wasn’t anything he had done. I wanted it as much as he did. I just couldn’t cheat on my husband!”
Walt thought for a moment and then said, “I feel bad for Max too. We have to find a way to make it up to him.”
“What do you suggest we do, Honey? I doubt he will ever want to get around either of us again in the foreseeable future,” Vickie lamented.
"Oh, I'm sure he won't be able to resist your charms. Especially if you do precisely what I say when Max shows up at the beach tomorrow," Walt grinned.
I’m game, Honey. What do you want me to do,” Vickie smiled? “Judging by the cocky grin on your face, I suspect it has to do with your fantasy of watching me fuck another man while you watch.”
“You are absolutely right, Sweetheart, but he won’t know I am watching.”
“I need details, please,” Vickie smiled.
"In the morning, when you see Max on the beach, I want you to strip naked and go to the balcony and motion for him to come."
“What if he ignores me?”
"Honey… he is a Marine," Walt chuckled. "Max may be young, but they don't train Marines to be stupid. Mark my word the gentleman in him will force him to come when you call.”
“And where will you be?”
“I will be in the bedroom closet watching the whole thing. It will be a win, win, win! You get to fuck the man of your fantasy. I will get to realize my fantasy of watching you fuck another man, and Max will get to fuck one of the most beautiful women I know. Win… win… win!"