The Tunnel of Love - Catesby - Sex Stories

The Tunnel of Love - Catesby

The Tunnel of Love - Catesby Jenny and I had been married for five years when we took a holiday down to the south coast of England. We couldn’t afford to travel abroad that year so we decided to travel around the various seaside resorts and just have as much fun as possible. Luckily the weather was great with blazing hot sunshine throughout our vacation. What I liked most about the heat is that Jenny always feels extra horny and wears as little as she can get away with. Jenny is twenty eight years old with a stunning figure, deep brown eyes and long dark hair. Her tits are big and firm and wonderfully responsive to my touch. Her legs are long and slender and look incredibly sexy when she wears her high heeled sandals. Best of all though is her ass. She has the sexiest, firmest ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing and feeling. Words can’t describe how amazing it looks, whether she’s wearing jeans, a skirt or nothing at all. Her ass is simply the best. One of the things I love about going on beach holidays with my wife is the chance to watch other men ogling her in her bikini. Nowadays there are plenty of young women who wear thongs at the beach. Most of them haven’t got an ass like my wife’s though. Every time she left our spot on the beach to go swim in the sea I noticed all the men looking at her, their eyes brimming with lust. The women looked too, but I’m sure that all they felt was jealousy. A few days into our holiday we moved on further down the coast to an old ...

... seaside town in Cornwall. It was full of old people and c***dren, and I have to say, it was a pretty dull place. I didn’t know places like that existed any more. It was like we were in a time warp. There were no Blacks, no Asians, and no foreigners whatsoever. Jenny and I are both from London and whenever we spoke with the locals you could see them eyeing us with suspicion, as if they expected us to rob them or assault them at any moment. We arrived around mid-morning and booked into our hotel. As there didn’t seem to be too much to do in the town we got down to some sunbathing right away. The moment Jenny took off her T-shirt and sarong and stripped down to her bikini I noticed something in the atmosphere. Nearby families were staring at her, seemingly shocked at what she was wearing. It was obvious that they were all talking about her, albeit in hushed tones. “bl**dy hell, Andrew,” Jenny whispered to me as she lay on her back on a beach towel. “Anyone would think I was topless or even naked. What’s the matter with them?” “Forget about it,” I said, feasting my eyes on her gorgeous tits. The string bikini top barely covered her nipples, the soft but firm flesh of her tits billowing out at the sides. “You look just great. They’re jealous. That’s all.” Jenny pulled on her sunglasses and relaxed while I lay beside her. After a while she turned over onto her belly. The bikini bottoms were of the thong variety and caused more gasps of shock from the people nearby. After a while I ...