Chapter 6

After Donna Blocker's call, Jim's mind was working and working fast. He backed the car and tried to calm himself. It was up to him now. Phil Blocker had told him, then carried the thing off. And Anne had been excited. Now she was being a puritan and not mentioning anything. She wanted to get away. Okay, they would. But the invitation still stood. With a smile, he packed three bottles of wine in the trunk.

It was blazing hot in the dunes out on the point and they found a hollow out of the whipping breeze and sat down to picnic. Jim stripped to his trunks then sat and watched as his wife pulled her voluptuous way out of her sweater, pulling it off over her head and standing in only a bikini bra, her breasts barely caught and held in place. They seemed to be swelling all around the halter as if bursting to be free.

He had the added arousing pleasure of watching her wiggle her hips free from her tight slacks. And, as he watched, one corner of the slacks caught on her bikini and pulled it down and he caught a glimpse of her blonde pubic hair before she pulled it back up.

They ran in the surf and then walked far up the beach looking for shells and oddities. Then they swam and body surfed and came back to their towels dripping wet. They lay in the sun, lazy, not talking much, while they dried off.

Finally, Jim cleared his throat. "What did you think of last night?"

Anne put an arm over her eyes. "What do you mean?" she asked defensively.

"Did you enjoy it?"

There was a long pause during which the surf boomed and ebbed before she said, "Yes, in a way."

"In what way?"

"Well, I don't think I'd ever like to do that again."

Jim remained silent for a long time. "Does that mean you don't want to go over there for cocktails tonight?"

"Well," she raised her arm and looked at him. "I'd rather not, if you don't mind."

Jim thought about it and was about to change the subject when he asked one more question. "Does that mean you don't want to go over any night?"

"Well, what do you think?"

"I think we should be neighborly. Having a drink can't hurt."

"They don't seem like the kind of people I would like very much," she said, turning away.

"Okay, forget it," he said, getting up and grinning down at her. "Let's have some lunch. I'm starved and I think I've got some wine in the car."

They had lunch during which Jim urged Anne to drink wine. They ate and finished the bottle and walked some more. Anne yawned. "I feel sleepy."

"All this sun and fresh air. Let's take a nap."

They headed back to their towels and Jim positioned the beach umbrella and they lay in the shade. The combination of sun and wine made him feel sleepy too. He grinned and said, "All I was thinking was, we can't stay out of our beach house through all of our honeymoon. And we can't keep making excuses. Sooner or later, we'll have to see them. Hell, they might be nice people."

Anne yawned. "Sometime; maybe we'll go out to dinner with them."

When they awoke, it was late afternoon and the sun lay in the west, hot and heavy. Jim broke out more wine and they lay drinking and talking. The combination of wine and sun had its effect on Anne and he noticed little signs; a giggle, a slight slurring of words. He put his arm around her and said, "You really got me excited last night."

She smirked. "It was fun."

"Tell me the truth, how did you know about them? The Blockers?" he asked.

She tried to act indignant but failed, laughing and wagging a finger. "Oh, no, you tell me."

He grinned. "Phil dropped over and told me."

"I knew it!" Anne said as he refilled her glass. "I knew something like that happened. Donna told me."

Jim winked at her, toasting her and urging her to drink with his motion. "Sounds like a conspiracy."

Anne raised her eyebrows. "Sounds like? It is. They did that on purpose."

"Here's to us, honey, we both had them spotted."

They clinked glasses and drank. Anne looked at her husband with a bleary smile. "But you didn't tell me," she said, pouting.

"And you didn't tell me. Tit for tat, pardon the pun."

Anne laughed at his humor then said, "But you sneaked off to watch."

Jim refilled her glass. "Yup, yup. And what were you looking at, the stars?"

Again, Anne had to laugh. It was true. "Aren't we awful?"

"I'll drink to that," Jim said and clinked glasses.

Vaguely, Anne agreed. She drank half her glass before sputtering and saying, "Hey, what are we drinking to? To being bad?"

"Whatever you want to drink to."

"Hey, I'm getting swacked on this stuff."

"Why don't we take our suits off and sunbathe?"

"Out here?" she asked, looking around while trying to focus her eyes. "Not out here."

"Why?"

"People can see."

"We haven't seen anybody all day. There isn't a soul around for miles."

"Somebody could come."

"At least take your bra off."

"Why?" she asked, biting her lower lip to hide a smile.

The wine and the sun made her head reel and her body relaxed and a tingle of the sexual heat and pleasure she had felt the night before stirred deep in her loins.

"I like to look at you naked," Jim said. And his frankness made her feel good. She put one arm under her breasts and reached with the other hand behind her and unsnapped the clasp and the bra fell limp, held up only by her arm.

"Does my body excite you?" she asked, feeling a pleasure in exciting her husband.

In answer, Jim lifted his hips off the towel and slipped his trunks off while Anne squealed and tried to stop him and one of her breasts sprang free and its pink nipple grew taut. "Jim, somebody could see us!"

"We can see them coming a long way off. What are you worried about? We're married."

She looked down at his naked body, her eyes travelling to his cock that was beginning to swell thick and blood red as she watched it. She was looking at her husband's cock but it was Phil Blocker's massive prick the night before she was thinking about. And the things he did with it.

And her passion was back. The wine had dulled her mind and it was too late. She could feel moistness in her cunt like it was oiled. A raging, consuming fire seemed to burn in her groin and there was that hammering need to be satisfied. She looked around quickly, wiping strands of hair from her eyes. Seeing no one, she let her arm fall and her breasts were bared to the sun and her husband's greedy gaze and to whomever else could see. They were white in comparison with the rest of her body and Jim's tanned hands came up and cupped them.

With a moan, she fell on his body and felt his naked hot cock pressed against her belly. He pulled her bikini panties off and she let him and her snow white buttocks were exposed to the sun and she split her legs and drew them up so that she was kneeling over him. Her buttocks were spread wide, her deep crack between the cheeks showing her anus and her swollen, parting vaginal lips dribbling with love juice.

"Relax, darling," she whispered, slipping her hand down and feeling the head of his cock and guiding it to the inflamed lips of her cunt and running it up and down the slit and over her distended clitoris, feeling the end of it lubricated by her desire. "Lay perfectly still. Let me do all the work," she whispered as she positioned the head of the cock and sunk down on it, feeling it spread the walls of her cunt wide and hearing him moan underneath her. "I'm going to please you," she murmured, feeling her own desire rage as she began to pump her hips obscenely and feel the prick sawing in and out of her cunt.

On a far away sand dune, crouched behind a bush, sighting under it like a combat photographer, Frank Delasandro was getting some great shots to add to his growing collection. The roll finished, he lay on his stomach and watched through the telescopic sights as Anne rose and fell, naked and looking like something out of a technicolor movie of a beauty on a pagan island. Her huge breasts jiggled and ballooned on her husband's chest as she pumped with her hips, thrusting down to flatten on him and gyrate her hips around.

Jim felt his cock growing with each thrust and he pushed his hips up and seized her hair with his hands and kissed her, running his tongue in her mouth. He pulled free and put his lips by her ear and whispered, "It was fun, wasn't it?"

"Yes!" she whispered.

Jim's eyelids fluttered and he felt an orgasm coming and he relaxed, his mouth open. He wanted it to come. He was excited, for he was fairly sure he could get her over to the Blocker's tonight. And... then? Then, he told himself, anything could happen.

"I'm going to cum!" he breathed.

Anne was panting and her body was covered with a film of sensual sweat as she pumped harder, saying, "Wait... for... me!"

But her increased rhythm and lewdness only made him cum all the sooner and he came with a cry, his body stiffening as he shoved his cock far up in her cunt and pumped hot cum deep inside her.

And then he relaxed as she desperately tried to keep pumping. But, it was no use and soon she lay on top of him panting, his cock still in her cunt with her cunt twitching and thick with his cum. "Later, at home," he whispered and she fell off him and rolled on her back, her breasts jutting up and her blonde pubic hair looking dark in the sun.

He looked at his watch. "Hey," he said, getting up on one elbow and looking down at her naked body with her breasts heaving with a slowly subsiding desire and he resisted the impulse to start in again. "It's getting late. Where did the time go? We'd better be getting back."

They dressed silently with Anne not looking at him. The frustration in her body, her desire mingled with her foggy mind and made her resentful. That was the first time he had failed to satisfy her. Jim opened the last bottle and handed her a glass which she drank down, feeling thirsty from all the sweating. "I want to get home and take a hot shower then I want to make love," she said sullenly. She was getting too drunk on a combination of wine and sun. She was thinking all kinds of strange things: like stalking down the beach naked, like going over and telling the Blockers off. Yeah, going over to their house and showing them up for what they were.