A CRACK ON THE BEACH PART 3 -- all about the bum c - Sex Stories

A CRACK ON THE BEACH PART 3 -- all about the bum c

...for more chapters and the complete story, A CRACK ON THE BEACH IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM AS A KINDLE DOWNLOAD! CHAPTER THREE The next day as we lounged on the beach and as Shy took a swim nearby, I looked over at Cee. “I hate saying this, “I began, “but I don’t know if we can carry on getting her d***k like this every night.” Cee nodded. “I know.” We watched Shy in the waves. “But I haven’t finished yet,” Cee suddenly murmured. My stomach flipped. My God, what was going on in this woman’s brain? “Maybe we don’t have to get her that d***k,” Cee suggested. “Maybe she’s not as inhibited as you think she is...” Before I could retaliate and tell her that this was my wife, whose sexual needs I knew well, we were discussing, Shy started walking toward us, her wet bikini glued to her breasts and between her thighs. “It would be so sad not to see that flesh again, wouldn’t it?” Cee whispered beside me refer-ring to Shy as she neared. “What are you two talking about?” Shy asked as she started towelling herself down. “Skinny dipping,” Cee suddenly said and stood up. What? We were!? I sat up, blinking beneath my sunglasses. Now what was she doing? “Oh, that’s i*****l on the beach,” Shy naively commented. “It says so in the brochure.” Cee stood alongside Shy and looked at me.”I know, but not up at the chalet. I mean, it is very private, isn’t it?” She put her arm over her step-s****r’s shoulders. “I think it could be fun and a good way to get rid of the sand. Anyone want to join me ...

... in a gin and tonic?” “I wouldn’t say no,” Shy responded and Cee walked off, that bum of hers swinging seduc-tively. Gin and tonics? That was a new one. And now skinny dipping? I was in a haze, realis-ing that Cee had lured Shy into something real, something that she was acutely aware of; something she could, or not, participate in. “How did that conversation start? About skinny dipping,” Shy asked, running the towel down her legs. “Oh, I don’t know. I just said that this beach was so secluded it would make a perfect nudist beach,” I lied and took sanctuary in my first cold beer of the day. “Cee seems quite excited by the idea,” Shy said, watching me. “Cee does? I doubt it!” I was wriggling like a worm here. “Oh, don’t be so sure,” Shy replied and sat on the edge of the lounger. “With a few drinks inside her, who knows what she thinks.” This was like déjà-vu; an echo of a recent conversation with Cee, but now my own wife was participating! I began feeling that warmth in my belly, that tingling of anticipation. “And what do you think?” “You mean about skinny dipping?” Shy asked and shrugged. “I’ve seen you naked enough my husband!” I don’t know why I said it. It just came out of my mouth before I had considered the reper-cussions. “Ah, but you haven’t seen her naked,” I told her. During the pause my mind boggled at what I had just said; I envisaged quick retribution and hours of debate and accusation. I awaited my demise. “Not, umm, recently I suppose,” I added, hoping to defuse ...