(L) – This story contains strong language.
It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day in the south of England. We were staying with family, but had time just on our own, walking and touching each other on the beach.
I loved his pockets—the perfect place through which to feel his manhood and to stroke it. Each time no one was around, he stroked against my breast and my pussy started to explode with desire for more.
As we walked back from the beach to the car park, we realised that the stepping stones were covered with seawater. We could have walked through the water, but as we looked around, we realised we were the only people we could see. As we looked at each other, we both could see longing in each others eyes.
Could this be the time when we could fuck each other on a beach? My pussy got wet even considering it. I looked at my husband with a twinkle in my eye and grabbed his penis. As we looked at each other and kissed, our tongues spoke of things to cum!
We found a secluded spot and I took off my top, revealing a part of me my husband adores. He put his head in-between my generous breasts and sighed deeply as his erection enlarged. He then moved to lick my hard and sensuous nipples, causing my pussy to move back and forward in longing for the pleasure to come. I touched his pleasure zone and moved from gentle strokes to quick and strong wanking, looking him in the eyes and begging him for pleasure.
He obliged, moving his hands down towards my pussy, unzipping my trousers and stroking me, then sticking one finger in my pussy, then two, and then three. My breathing was fast and loud as I felt pleasure and longed for climax. I continued to hold firmly onto his penis and move it back and forward. His face showed pleasure and he started to pant.
It was then time for the licking. I moved my pussy towards his lips, and he drank from my labia and massaged me with his tongue. I was so close to climax, but knew he needed more.
I moved down to his erection and licked the head, and then sucked it. My head moved up and down as I felt him harden even more. I tasted a small amount of his semen and wanted him to climax all over me. However, I knew he would want to make me come before he did.
I sat on his penis and made it wet with my very wet pussy, then lay on him, French kissing him. I enjoyed the skin to skin contact, rubbing against his penis with my clit until I felt the ultimate pleasure and squealed with the sensation of a highly powered orgasm.
He then moved on top of me and forced his penis into my very wet and ‘gagging for it’ pussy. I stayed still as he moved up and down in me, breathing heavily and sounding like he was in deep pleasure. I had just come once, but I was turned on all over again and begged him to go faster. We then climaxed together.
Thank goodness no one else was around, as we were not quiet! We then laid in the sand looking at the sea, extremely knackered, but happy and in love.
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