Bailey's Beach (Hotwife Paradise Book 1)

by Matt Coolomon

  They have moved from the dance floor and to a wall in a dark corner. The guy has his huge arms wrapped around Julia and is kissing her passionately now. Another man approaches and touches the big guy’s shoulder. He breaks off kissing Rodney’s wife and looks around. Words are exchanged and the two men walk away, leaving Julia standing there wiping her mouth with her hand. She just waits there against the wall for a few minutes until the big guy returns.

  Julia’s hand is taken again and she is led back through the crowd to the table, where Tina is entertaining three other people – two guys and a girl. The girl passes Julia her bag. There are smiles and laughter then the big guy leads Julia back through the crowd to another table with the guy from earlier and four or five other guys and girls.

  Julia is introduced around and a drink is soon placed in front of her. She’s still standing at that point but the guy she’s with grabs a chair from another table and sits, guiding her to his lap. He has his arm around her and she has an arm across his shoulders.

  Rodney spends the next hour or so watching his wife move back and forth from the dance floor with other girls from the group and meeting up with Tina a few times as well. The guy she is with stays at the table talking with the other men the whole time, just taking Julia around the waist occasionally or rubbing her back with her standing beside. He kisses her a few times too but only lightly.

  It’s well into the night when he finally gets up and claims Julia’s hand again. He nods and waves to his friends and leads Julia through the crowd and down the stairs to the grassy park area. Rodney’s heart is back in his throat as he watches intently through his binoculars. They stroll slowly along. There are other couples cuddling upon the bench seats they pass. Julia is being held around her waist and seems to be leaning into the guy. They walk to the edge of the lighted area and sit on a seat next to a fence. It’s dim and Rodney is straining to see, but he makes out the shadowy form of the big guy move over his wife and resume kissing her passionately.

  Rodney lowers the binoculars. He can see well enough without them. He watches into the darkness and sees that no one approaches the bench seat and that the shadow of the couple cuddled together never separates. He sits there staring and imagining what might be happening.

  Surely he’s feeling her tits. He would definitely have his hand up her top and be feeling them bare. And what about down below? Her skirt offers no protection. Is he putting his hand up it and playing with her pussy – playing inside it?

  Rodney wonders what panties his wife is wearing – something he has no doubt this other man would know by now. But he’s sure the guy hasn’t fucked Julia. Where they are seated is within view of others at least. He uses the binoculars again but it’s just all shadow and he can’t see what’s happening. All he can do is confirm that the form of the two of them is still as one – cuddled together. Then they separate and Julia stands up. She’s there like that for a while with the guy still sitting. Rodney can see a gap between them but it closes when Julia leans toward the guy. It’s as if she kneels on the seat, and she looks around behind then raises her arms to her chin, no doubt holding her top up, Rodney assumes. The guy then presses his face to her chest and she holds him there while checking around behind herself again.

  Rodney can see a little better suddenly. Beyond the bar is a tennis court and the floodlights have come on there. He squints into his binoculars and watches the guy mauling Julia’s tits. She’s holding his head and continually watching around behind herself where there are only a few other couples still seated outside. She straddles the guy’s lap and sits on him. His hands rake up and down her back and he takes her mouth again. He kisses her hard but Rodney lowers his binoculars to try and see what’s happening down below. He makes out his wife’s skirt. She has definitely straddled the guy but doesn’t appear to be moving her lower body at all. He puts a hand down her front and between them but she grips his arm and pushes herself up off him, backing away while he’s still holding her hands. He eventually releases her though and she pulls her top back into place and turns and leaves him sitting there.

  Rodney follows his wife with the binoculars. She goes into the bar and searches around until she finds Tina. They confer and Julia leaves her and walks through to the front of the building and out of Rodney’s sight. A moment later his phone buzzes with a text.

  Julia: I’m ready. Come get me xxx

  Rodney doesn’t bother responding. He starts the car and is in front of the bar directly. He leans across and opens the passenger door. Julia gets in beaming a huge smile, her cheeks rosy but her red lipstick from earlier completely gone.

  “So, let’s go,” she says.

  “What about Tina?”

  “She’s staying. She’s hooked up with a guy she knows.”

  Rodney drives. He swallows apprehension. “So how was it? How was your night?”

  “Um. It was fun,” Julia says. “I met a really nice guy.”

  “Yeah, he was nice, huh?” Rodney gulps again and takes a breath. “I was actually watching most of the time from where we parked. I could see some of what was happening.”

  “Oh.” Julia looks to him. “And?”

  “I couldn’t help spying, Jules. Sorry. It’s not that I didn’t trust you. I just couldn’t resist watching.”

  “Hmm – and how much did you see exactly?” There’s a teasing edge to Julia’s voice.

  “I saw you dancing and sitting on some guy’s lap.” Rodney glances. “I saw the way he was kissing you inside the bar against that back wall.”

  “Uh huh,” Julia utters.

  “I saw him take you outside but it was too dark to see what was happening on that seat.”

  “He was just kissing me and feeling me up, Rodney. It wasn’t anything more than that.”

  Rodney swallows hard again and nods. “I know. It just went on for so long I guess. It was hard to sit there waiting for it to end.”

  Julia covers Rodney’s hand. He takes hers and squeezes.

  “I’m okay with it now though,” he says and gives his wife a smile.

  She’s frowning. “I also let him kiss my boobs a bit. They were actually getting sore from being squeezed and played with so much today, so I lifted my top and let him kiss them and suck them for a while instead.”

  Rodney takes another breath. “Yeah I saw that too – just then before you left.”

  “Uh huh, and before that too. He was kissing them a lot when we were cuddling then when I got up to leave he wanted to do it one last time because these lights came on and he could see me better.”

  “Oh right, I get it now. And was that all that happened? Did he touch you down there at all?”

  “No, I told him he couldn’t and he really was a nice guy. He totally respected that. He might have rubbed up and down my legs a bit and squeezed my bum, but he never tried to touch me like that. He was mostly just kissing me. He’s a great kisser.”

  “Oh. Okay.” Rodney huffs another calming breath. “Anyway, I went to the strip joint and got a lap dance,” he confesses, trying a teasing grin of his own.

  Julia glares – her mouth open. “You did not!” she cries. “Scumbag!”

  Rodney chuckles and she punches his arm, still glaring but smiling too…..

  ****

  Young wife Tamika being cummed on by other men, from “Wife Shared with the House Guest”.

  In bed that night, Robbie got to mentioning what he’d been thinking about quite a bit since that morning. “He looks like he’s got a big one,” he suggested, searching a little for what his wife thought of the older man’s cock.

  She was playing with the hair on his chest, twirling it with her soft little finger-tips. She took a moment to respond. “It’s like something out of a porno movie, isn’t it?”

  “It’s pretty impressive. You must have been turned on a bit by how big it looked – weren’t you?”

  “I guess – a bit. And by the way I could make him get a hard-on like that.”

  Robbi
e had also thought quite a lot about the next thing he said. From a man’s point of view he was thinking it was only fair. “You know, baby – I guess it would be okay if you helped the guy out. At least with a hand job. What do you think? I mean, like – just to give him some relief.”

  Tamika took another moment to respond. She spoke softly – tentatively. “Would that be okay by you? I was thinking it was cruel to just tease him.”

  “Yeah, it would be okay by me. I’ll have a word to him and let him know you’re gonna do it. That way he’ll know where the line is.”

  “I’ll be embarrassed if you tell him in front of me,” Tamika confessed, giggling a little.

  “No – I’ll have a word to him when you’re not there. Don’t worry.”

  Tamika kissed Robbie. “I thought I might go to the beach for a while tomorrow.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes.… I was thinking of asking Jeremy. And we could just go downstairs – not very far. And I might even do what you’ve been pestering me to do ever since we moved here.”

  “What – topless?”

  “Maybe. If you still want me to.”

  “Hell yes, I want you to!”

  Tamika rolled on top and freed Robbie’s cock. She had straddled his hips, and she fed it into herself, sinking down onto it easily. “What about the condoms?” Robbie asked, but she only smiled and kept rolling her hips.

  “I don’t care if you knock me up. I just want some of this warm stuff inside me.”

  “You’re gonna get some. Plenty!” Robbie was on the verge of a massive load.

  “Then give it to me,” Tamika said. She was apparently uninterested in getting off – just in milking a load.

  Within a few minutes Robbie shot into her, and as he did he felt her tunnel clamp around his cock in what was a mild orgasm. She waited until he’d softened, and she slipped off him. “I think Jeremy is still up. I’ll go and ask if he wants to come down to the beach tomorrow,” she said and she got out of bed. “I’ll just wear this, okay?” She slipped on a pajama shirt. It ended at her waist and left her exposed beneath. “Should I show him my pussy or just my slit?” she asked teasingly.

  The thought of Tamika walking around the apartment like that after he’d just cum in her had Robbie firming up again. She was on her way out the door. “Show him from behind again,” he said, and she flashed a grin back over her shoulder as she left.

  Robbie then closed his eyes and half dozed in his satisfied state. He could hear their voices and laughter but couldn’t make out what was being said. He sat up to look around the edge of the doorway and saw Tamika from behind. She turned as he was watching and walked away towards the living room but she didn’t notice him.

  He edged around to be lying at the other end of the bed so he could see better, and after a few minutes she returned with two mugs. She entered the room without noticing Robbie again, and as she did he heard Jeremy clearly say, “Yeah – that’s better.”

  Tamika giggled. “Is it?” she asked. “Like that?”

  “Yeah – a bit further,” Jeremy said.

  “But not with my face! Not if you’re putting them on-line.”

  Jeremy chuckled. “No – I’ll keep these for my own use.”

  “Oh – okay. Like this, then?” Tamika asked. “Or I could get on all fours for you if you want.”

  “Yeah – just kneel on the bed and bend right over.”

  There was some clicking sounds from a camera. Robbie’s dick was hard.

  “That’s good,” Jeremy said low and sexily. “Still one very wet pussy.”

  Tamika giggled. “Um – I think you’re keeping me wet now. It’s not just from my husband anymore.”

  There was more clicking, but after a while longer the door to the spare bedroom moved to almost close and Robbie couldn’t make out what was being said anymore. There was still the occasional laugh, which was relieving, because it meant to Robbie that the guy wasn’t actually screwing Tamika.

  He needed to go to the toilet so he crept along in the dark. The spare room door was slightly open and Robbie saw his wife lying nude on the bed, but Jeremy was fully dressed and sitting in a chair across the room. He was looking at her pussy. She had a leg bent up and swaying open and closed. Jeremy stretched out with his foot and touched her shin, pressing against it. Tamika allowed him to do it. She swayed her leg further. She was biting a lip and blushing, but she bent her other leg up and lifted to her elbows as she spread her legs fully open.

  Jeremy picked up a camera and snapped a few pictures. He was focused on her pussy. His camera zoomed and he snapped a few more shots. Tamika closed her legs and turned over onto her side, blushing back over her shoulder as Jeremy aimed the camera in behind her legs. He got down on his knees on the floor. “That’s it, love – open it,” he groaned, and Tamika squeezed her bottom, pulling her pussy lips apart. “Ooh yeah – wet and pink – beautiful…!” Jeremy muttered as he snapped more shots until he must have run out of memory and stood tapping at the camera screen.

  “I might go to bed now,” Tamika said as she sat up and slipped on her pajama shirt.

  Robbie quietly shuffled off to the bathroom. When he had finished he found the light in the spare room was off. He could hear someone in the kitchen. His bed was empty so he got in and pulled the covers up.

  He felt Tamika getting into bed some time later but he quickly dozed off again. The next morning, he found one of her dildos on the floor beside the bed after she had gotten up and left him sleeping. She owned a couple of them and some vibrators. It was the big red dildo that she never let Robbie use on her because it was too painful.

  He checked it and found it to be sticky and still a bit damp with her silky juices around the base. But better to have her use that than have her being fucked by their guest, he figured. Though Jeremy was probably near the size of the dildo, and maybe Tamika was thinking that when she was using it.

  *

  Robbie found his wife wearing the pajama top and nothing else at breakfast.

  “I’ll go and get changed,” she said, and she squealed as Jeremy gave her a bit of a tickle on her way past. He also caught Robbie’s eye and kind of checked that was alright. Robbie shrugged and nodded it was okay, and they watched Tamika walk into the bedroom with her firm little bottom bare.

  She didn’t close the door but was out of their line of sight for a minute. When she came back into view she had on a pair of shorts and was untangling her bikini top. She turned to face the men then approached with her little tits jiggling as she walked. “Is the suntan lotion in my bag?” she asked Robbie. Her bag was on the counter next to him. “I’d rather put it on up here than down there.”

  Robbie handed her the lotion and she squeezed it into her hand and rubbed it over her shoulders and arms. She squeezed more into her hand and started rubbing it over her tits. “That’s good – you don’t wanna get them burned,” Jeremy said casually. “It looks better when they’re white against your other skin tone.”

  “Does it? With the lines and all?”

  “Nothing sweeter than a young woman’s milky-white skin,” Jeremy offered.

  “Well, I’ll just show them for a little while, should I?” she asked Robbie. “Just while there are men around to have a look?”

  “Yeah – especially if there’s some more guys Jeremy’s age or even older. That would be hot, baby.”

  Tamika grinned. “Really? Even some old wrinkly ones?”

  “Hell yes!” Robbie teased, tickling her and getting her to squirm and laugh.

  “They’ll probably think you’re my daughter,” Jeremy offered with a chuckle. “It would be a huge thrill for any man my age to have a look at you.”

  Tamika blushed at that, and she finished her upper body then sat down to do her legs without putting on her top. She came into the kitchen and stood while Robbie did her back, and afterwards she returned to her cup of tea – still completely topless and chatting with Jeremy, whose cock was lifting the waist band of
his shorts again.

  “Oops,” he said, suddenly grinning and looking down at his crotch. Tamika giggled and blushed as her attention was drawn openly. Jeremy then lifted his waist band and allowed the head of his cock to emerge above it. He positioned the band around its base, which left about seven or eight inches exposed, and the huge dome was pressed against his belly. Tamika was staring at it, and after glancing up at her he lowered the band and allowed his entire length to lever downward slightly. His shaft was thick and roped in veins and the hole in the tip of the head was broad and glistening with a droplet of fluid. “I know it’s a monster but I’ve never had any complaints,” he said to Tamika.

  “I guess it would be okay for a woman as long as you went slow at first,” she uttered in reply.

  “Yeah – some women have needed a bit longer than others to get used to the length. But there’s only ever been two that couldn’t take it fully. And they were both when I was younger – just teenagers. I guess this is fair enough since you guys have been so open,” Jeremy went on, and he tugged his shorts lower and exposed his balls.

  Tamika gawked. “Oh my god, they’re huge!”

  They were huge. Robbie had never really taken any notice of other men’s balls before but these were freakish and they hung a good distance down between Jeremy’s thighs – kind of drooping in the bottom of his ball sack.

  “Now, I have had complaints about these,” Jeremy confessed.

  “Complaints? What sort?” Tamika asked with interest.

  “About the mess they make – if you know what I mean?”

  “The mess? Oh that,” Tamika went on, blushing again. “But that’s half the fun of it,” she added cheekily.

  “Couldn’t agree more,” Robbie added. Then he thought of what he needed to deal with and saw the opportunity to ease into the subject. “We’ll have to see how much you can make him produce later, baby. Just with your hand, of course.”

  “I’ll be in that,” Jeremy said quickly. “It’s been nearly a week since my last err – session.”