Emily gazed out the window at the pristine beach of their Hawaiian honeymoon paradise, feeling frustrated. She had married Mark for his money. Older by thirty years, he had been looking for a trophy wife to accompany him at events with clients and to have someone to fuck when the mood hit. Emily, at 26, with long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders and full breast straining her blouse, fit the bill. 

Emily, a highly sexual woman, did her best to pull Mark away from his work. A honeymoon was supposed to be for fucking, but he spent most of the time buried in his phone and checking emails from the office. Rather than sit around and watch TV, she put on a red bikini and headed down to the beach for a swim.

On her way back, she spotted a lifeguard who had been watching her. His name was Jake, a six-foot-four Adonis with bronzed muscles rippling under tanned skin and blonde hair tousled by the sea breeze. His blue eyes scanned her body as she approached. Emily's gaze lingered, her pulse quickening and her nipples hardening as she imagined those strong hands on her body. Jake handed her a towel.

“You look like you could use this,” he said, his voice deep. 

Their fingers brushed, sending a jolt through her body. Up close, he smelled of salt and sunscreen. She gazed at his chest, which was dusted with blonde hair.

“Thanks,” Emily replied, her voice breathy. 

His gaze trailed down to where her wet bikini clung to her shaved mound, revealing the outline of her pussy lips. 

“Hot out here today,” Jake chuckled, stepping closer. 

His eyes roamed her body shamelessly. Emily felt a rush of heat between her legs. Emboldened, she tilted her head toward the lifeguard shack. 

“You ever give private lessons?”

His grin widened. “For the right student, always.”

He headed down a secluded path behind the dunes, away from prying eyes. Heart pounding, Emily followed him, her bare feet sinking into the warm sand. The shack was small and filled with the scent of the ocean. Once inside, Jake pulled her against him, his mouth crashing onto hers in a hungry kiss, while his hands gripped her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks through her bikini bottoms. 

Emily moaned, her body arching into his hardness as it pressed against her stomach. He pulled off her bikini top, exposing a pair of shapely tits. Her pink nipples stood erect, begging for attention. He latched onto one, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded the other breast, pinching until she gasped.

Emily's hands fumbled with his shorts, shoving them down to free his thick cock. It sprang out, veined and throbbing, at least nine inches of rigid meat. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroking the velvety skin. 

“God, it's so big,” she whispered, dropping to her knees on the sandy floor. “I want you in my mouth.”

Jake threaded his fingers through her hair. She stretched her lips around the bulbous head as she sucked him in, tongue swirling over the slit to lap up his salty leak. He groaned, thrusting shallowly, fucking her face as she bobbed her head, taking more of him with each pass. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin.

“That's it, suck that cock like a good slut,” he rasped, his hips bucking. 

Emily's pussy clenched, soaking her bottoms. She reached between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit through the fabric. She was nearing orgasm when Jake pulled her up. 

“Not yet. I want to taste you first.”

He spun her around, bending her over the small desk cluttered with sunscreen bottles. Pulling her bikini bottoms aside, he exposed her dripping pussy, lips puffy and pink, clit peeking out. He spread her ass cheeks. His tongue dove in, licking from her asshole to her folds in one long stroke. Emily cried out, pushing back as he devoured her, sucking her clit between his lips and plunging two thick fingers into her tight hole. Juices coated his chin as he finger-fucked her, curling to hit her G-spot. 

“Oh fuck, yes, right there,” she panted. 

Her tits bounced with each thrust of his hand. Her orgasm built fast, crashing through her when he bit down gently on her clit, her walls spasming around his fingers, squirting onto his face. Jake stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Now I'm going to fuck you.” 

He rubbed his knob against her slick entrance, teasing her clit before slamming in balls-deep. Emily screamed, the stretch burning deliciously as his girth filled her completely. He gripped her hips, pounding into her with relentless force, his balls slapping her clit with wet smacks. Emily braced against the desk, her body jolting with every brutal thrust. She could feel him hitting her cervix, the friction building another climax. 

“Harder, fuck me harder,” she begged, clenching around him.

He obliged, pounding her like a madman, sweat dripping down his chest onto her back. The shack echoed with their moans and the obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Jake tensed, burying himself deep. 

“Gonna cum inside you,” he warned.

She nodded frantically. Hot spurts of his seed flooded her pussy, triggering her own release. She milked him dry, waves of pleasure ripping through her as cum leaked down her thighs.

They collapsed in a heap, breathing heavy. Emily straightened her bikini, a wicked smile on her lips as she kissed Jake.

“Same time tomorrow?”

He winked. “Wouldn't miss it.”

As she walked back to the beach house, legs shaky and pussy throbbing with satisfaction, Emily spotted Mark waving.

“Nice swim?”

“The best,” she replied, her secret tingling between her legs.