The Tunnel of Love - Catesby - Sex Stories

The Tunnel of Love - Catesby

... noticed that several of them were walking past us, their eyes trained on Jenny’s ass as they passed slowly by. A couple of teenage boys were sporting obvious erections in their shorts, while I heard some of the older men voice disapproval to their wives. Fucking hypocrites, I thought. Their eyes lingered too long for them to deny they were anything but aroused by the sight. Early in the afternoon we became hungry so we decided to go into the pub just along the beachfront to get a bite to eat. It was very, very hot by now and as we were going to be coming straight back to the beach anyway there was no point putting all our clothes back on. Instead Jenny wrapped a sarong around her waist and I just pulled on a Tshirt to go with my shorts. The rest of our stuff we placed in plastic bag. In the pub some of the locals couldn’t stop staring at my wife’s tits. Okay, so it was a pretty revealing bikini top, but I didn’t think it would be that unusual for women to wear in a pub situated on a beach. I began to imagine how they would react if she hadn’t bothered with the sarong. They would probably go crazy if they saw that much of her ass while she stood by the bar. After we had ordered some food we sat down in a corner and had a beer. The pub was very well air conditioned and we ended up spending a couple of hours in there having a few more beers after we had eaten. Neither of us felt like sunbathing any more. I was of a good mind to leave the town right away, but by then I was over ...

... the limit and couldn’t drive anywhere anyway. We were discussing what we should do when Jenny noticed a poster on the wall for a funfair. “Let’s do it,” she said, clapping her hands excitedly. “Let’s go there. I haven’t been to one for years. Come on. It’ll be fun.” “I don’t know,” I said. “I never much liked them even when I was a k**. I thought they were pretty boring.” “Maybe for boys.” “What do you mean? I thought most boys loved all them fairground rides. More than girls.” “Yeah, well,” Jenny laughed. “Us girls used to get a different kind of ride there, if you know what I mean.” “No,” I said, although I had an inkling what she meant and felt my cock stir accordingly. “What do you mean exactly?” “You know the young guys who work on the rides. They were always kind of rough, in a sexy way. You know, long dirty hair, tattoos, ear rings. The rebel type. All the girls went for them.” “And you did too? Did you have sex with one of them then?” I asked, trying to hide my enthusiastic interest. I was pretty sure that Jenny knew how much I loved to hear about her past sexual encounters, but I didn’t want to be too obvious about it. “No,” she said, then giggled as she saw me deflate in disappointment. “I had sex with more than one of them.” My eyes lit up and she laughed again. “God,” she said. “You’re such a pervert. You really love hearing about that stuff, don’t you? Things I got up to before we met.” “Yes, I do. I find it really exciting. So, tell me then. What happened with ...