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The Beach Scene

An uneasy feeling made me spy on my wife.

Linda had been looking forward to going out with her girlfriends for the past few weeks.
Every few months, she and four of her girlfriends from college meet for dinner, and then go dancing. The five of them have had the same routine since college. In fact, Linda and I met while she and her friends were partying. I wouldn’t dare interfere with the time she spends with her friends, nor her mine. We both believe it’s important for a strong marriage to nurture not only our relationship, but to also nurture our individual interests.

My name is Jim and I am Linda’s husband. We’ve been married for almost eighteen months. We are very close and our marriage is strong. We believe it is so strong because we don’t spend every waking moment with each other. That’s one sure way to suffocate and stifle the relationship. Don’t get me wrong, we have dreams and goals and do quite a bit together, just like any other married
couple. But we value the other’s individuality, too.

It was just after sundown as Linda walked out of the bedroom ready to leave as soon as her friends picked her up. She’s 23 years old, stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs a very athletic 125 pounds. Linda’s straight black hair fell over her shoulders and her green bedroom eyes looked as sexy as they ever have. She wore a tight black mini dress and a pair of black three inch pumps. The dress hugged every curve of her well-rounded bosom, flat stomach and shapely hips. Her long, tanned, velvety legs glistened in the amber living room light as she wasn’t wearing stockings.

“Damn, baby! You look as hot as ever! Maybe I should go with you!” I chuckled.

Linda walked over to me, kissed me on the lips and then said, “Thanks, sugar.”

Then she pressed her lips against mine and drove her tongue into my mouth. My arms wrapped around her and my hand slid down her back to her firm, muscular ass. I didn’t feel a bra or any panty lines. Linda enjoyed the freedom of not wearing underwear so I shouldn’t be surprised. But
she was dressed to kill and based on the kiss she gave me, she was horny as hell.

I pulled away from Linda and asked, “Mmmm, are you naked under your dress?”

“Of course I am,” Linda cooed. “You know I don’t like underwear.”

Before I could respond a car horn honked from in front of the house. It was Linda’s friends
picking her up.

“Don’t wait up, babe,” Linda said as she quickly shuffled on her tip toes to the counter to get her purse.  “Love you and see you later,” Linda hurriedly said as she closed the door.

I looked out the window and watched Linda get into the front seat of her friend’s SUV. I saw her
three other girlfriends in the back seat as the SUV drove away. I went to the kitchen and put a frozen dinner in the microwave and opened a beer while I waited. When the dinner was cooked I sat down in front of the television to watch the baseball game and eat while drinking my
second beer.

About an hour after eating, I was well into my fourth beer and began to think about how sexy Linda looked.  I closed my eyes and thought of my hand feeling her smooth ass. I pictured her long tanned legs and I began to miss her. Then I began to wonder why she looked so damned good. She’d been out with her friends plenty of times, but tonight seemed different. Her attitude was a little more playful and to be honest, she was dressed as if she wanted to pick up guys.

I dismissed my suspicious mind as being caused by the beer. But something nagged in the back of my mind. Something just didn’t feel right. I drank another beer and stared blankly at the television while I continued to think about Linda, and I must admit, for the first time in our relationship I felt a little untrusting. I wrestled with the trust issue because I knew I could trust her, yet a gut feeling told me something was not right. I decided to look for her and see what she was doing. If anything, I’d see that my suspicions were unfounded. At least that’s what I was hoping for. Linda and her friends always go to the same dance club, Backstreet, after dinner at The Steakhouse. By now it was about two hours after they left so they were probably done with dinner and at the club. I got into my car and drove to the club.

Backstreet is located on the boardwalk adjacent to the beach and is very popular with the twenty-something crowd. I parked my car and walked up and down the parking lot aisles until I located the SUV in which Linda left. This confirmed they were at Backstreet. I didn’t want to go walking in because it would be embarrassing. How do I explain to Linda why I was there? I decided to
watch the SUV from a distance. I opined that if Linda and her friends left alone, then my suspicions had no basis. I walked to the beach where I could clearly see the front door of the club and the SUV, yet I was far enough away that I wouldn’t be noticed from the club.

I was on the beach for about an hour watching random people come and go. Then, at about midnight , I saw Linda exit the bar. Closely behind her was a guy I’d never seen before. He and Linda were talking and giggling. Clearly they were feeling the affects of the alcohol. Linda still
looked sexy in her little black dress.  As I watched her and her male friend, I noticed they were walking toward the beach. I quickly found a nearby bush which I could hide behind and they walked past me, about fifteen feet away. My heart was pounding and my breathing was heavy. I was scared that they would see me, but they continued walking onto the beach. As they passed, I saw that Linda’s new friend was about her age with blonde curly hair, a thick mustache and he wore a tight t-shirt that showed off his muscular body.

Linda grasped the male’s arm and they stopped walking. She lifted one leg and removed a shoe, then the other. They then continued onto the beach. I followed at a safe distance and they must have walked about five hundred feet up the beach, giggling and joking the whole way.

I knew that what I had seen was enough to confirm my suspicions and I should have returned home.  But curiosity got the better of me and I had no desire to leave now. I wanted to see just how far Linda would go. My heart continued to beat hard as I watched with anticipation while Linda and her friend frolicked on the moonlit sand.

Linda and her friend stood close to each other and he moved his face close to hers and it looked as if they were about to kiss, but each time his lips were about to meet hers, she pulled back. She was teasing him! I’ve seen this before. When Linda teases like she was doing, I knew then that her male stud was in for the fucking of his life. Instead of feeling anger, I was overcome with
excited anticipation.

I watched from the shadows of the boardwalk about fifty feet away from them as Linda stepped back from her chosen stud and grabbed her dress’ hemline. With one pull over her
head, she removed her dress and stood stark naked in front of him. Linda let out a laugh and a screech and ran into the ocean waves. Her lover couldn’t get undressed fast enough and fell onto the sand as he frantically tried to pull his shoes off. I chuckled as I watched this all unfold. Linda was working it pretty damned good and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was watching them in the throes of pleasure.

He finally got naked and ran into the surf, leaving his clothes strewn about the beach. The two
playfully splashed each other, laughed and grabbed at each other. I couldn’t take my eyes off the playful couple but after about twenty minutes I wondered when they were going to get
out of the water. After a few more minutes, they settled down and stood in the waist deep water facing each other. Linda put her arms on his shoulders and kissed him on the lips as their bodies pressed together. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest and my breathing became faster. As I watched them, I realized my hand was rubbing my ever hardening dick.

It was only a few minutes before Linda and her stud came out of the water. They were holding hands as Linda lead him onto shore. His cock was rock hard and stood at a forty-five degree angle from his body. Once onshore Linda dropped to her knees and began to suck his hard shaft. He stood with his hands at his side as he watched Linda slide his cock in and out of her
mouth. My cock was aching to escape my pants so I unzipped them and removed my stiff shaft from its confinement. I slowly rubbed it while I continued to enjoy the show.

After several minutes, my wife stood and turned her back to her lover. Then she pushed her ass toward his cock and he quickly took heed. He guided his cock toward her waiting asshole.
I knew Linda was a big fan of anal sex and preferred it to vaginal sex. He pushed his hardness into her tight ass and she squealed with delight. He began to rhythmically pump his cock in and out.
Linda stood with her legs spread and occasionally reached back to grab his hips to pull his hardness that much more into her.

The moon was reflecting off the ocean behind them and their silhouettes seemed surreal. As Linda
reached behind her to grab her lover’s hips, her firm breasts stood upright and her nipples were hard. At one point, Linda pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her breasts causing them to stretch. I knew it was time for her to cum because her nipples are one of her most sensitive areas and when she or I pinch and pull on them, it makes her cum.

Linda’s moans became louder and they were no longer masked by the ocean’s roar. Her stiff stud was driving his cock deep into her ass while she bucked with pleasure. Her muscular play toy made one final drive deep into her ass and threw his head back.  I knew he was emptying his cock into my beautiful slut’ s ass. Linda bent over and reached behind her and pulled him into her as hard as she could.  Both of their pleasure moans drowned out the surf sounds, but they didn’t care. I didn’t care either as I shot my wad onto the sand.

Linda and her stud got dressed and slowly made their way back to the club, presumably to use the restroom to clean up. Once they were out of sight I found my car and drove home. I wasn’t angry. I can’t really explain how I felt. I was excited that I discovered the sluttish part of my wife’s life.

On my quiet drive home, I wondered if and how I should broach the subject with her. My mind
wandered to future voyeur experiences, then to possible rounds of group sex. The possibilities were endless, as long as I handled the incident properly.  I decided to think longer on what I saw, how it may affect us and how it may make our marriage stronger. I still love Linda and the thought of her being another man’s slut got me aroused again.  I removed my cock from my pants
while my mind’s eye replayed the beach scene.  As I pulled into the driveway a string of cum shot out of my cock and hit the steering wheel.

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