A walk along the beach

Not long after they hit the dance floor the foam party began. Helen had lost her nerves and was now dancing with wild abandon as the foam began getting piped out onto the dancefloor. Everything became soapy and wet. Soon Helen was reliving her time on stage as the fabric of her dress became slightly transparent and clung to her tits.

She wasn’t the only one though, several of the women at the club were showing quite a lot and Mike could see the appeal of a foam night. He also lost some of his reserve and they jumped about and threw the foam in the air giving in to the good time.

Helen was now a mini-celebrity and several people, men and women came up to say something to her. Helen danced with some of the girls she had met on stage but much to Mike’s disappointment, none of them were Lana.

Some guys were clearly interested in trying to pull her despite the fact that he was there. Helen didn’t seem to be interested in them. She was bouncing about and enjoying herself. Mike saw her kindly but insistently push away several guys who tried to make a move on her.

Tired, drunk, damp and a bit sticky from the foam they staggered out of the club, holding each other up as they started the walk back to where they were staying. They decided to take a cut through to the beach and walk that way instead. It was dark but the clear sky meant that there was enough visibility not to trip over any of the sun loungers.

Helen danced out in front of Mike and turned back to him with her hands behind her back. “I want to be naughty,” she said and lifted her dress up over her head. She struggled slightly because it clung to her but she wrestled it off and waved it in the air. Her pale skin lit up in the moonlight and Mike could see her clearly. She skipped off ahead of him. She clearly wanted to walk by herself. She was practically dancing along the beach.

Whilst it was dark and late, this was a party town and the beach was not abandoned. There were other drunk people here and there. Mike noticed that she was drawing attention. One drunk group of young men cheered at her and she gave them a wave but they didn’t approach.

One man did walk up to her. He was a big tough-looking fella. He stopped her and said, “Do you know there’s a guy following you?”

Helen looked back at Mike. “Oh, don’t worry about him. He’s my husband. He’s just keeping an eye on me while I show off a little. Thank you for worrying about me though,” she said and patted his chest.

The man laughed. “I see. Well, I don’t mind having a look if you are offering. Give us a spin.”

Helen obliged him, her arms in the air as she spun on the spot while he admired her. “You like?” she asked.

“Fucking beautiful,” said the guy.

“Aww, for being so sweet, you can have a hug.”

She wrapped her arms around the big guy’s neck. He took advantage and moved in for a kiss and grabbed her behind. She let it happen and Mike could see them french kissing. He reached up with his other hand and cupped her breast. For a short while, they stayed like that, kissing while he touched her body. Then Helen pulled back. “Thanks for that but that’s all you get.”

“You sure? I’ve got a big cock.” said the guy.

“I know, I could feel it pushing against me but no. I’m cutting you off.”

“Oof, the pain. Take care babe.”

“And you hot stuff.”

The guy walked on and so did Helen. As the guy went past Mike he held his fist out for a fist bump. Mike gave him one. “You got a hot wife dude.” said the guy.

“Thanks man, goodnight.”

They continued down the beach, they were pretty close to the apartment now and Helen flopped down on a sun lounger and took off her panties. Mike got closer and she was already touching herself. “Could you give me a hand?” she asked.

Mike got between her legs and began to pleasure her with his tongue. “Oh, honey, you know what I like don’t you?” she said. She wasn’t being shy about letting her moans out and Mike was convinced that it was blatantly obvious what they were doing. He wasn’t sure he was enjoying it as much as Helen was. He couldn’t move past his self-consciousness but the **** in his system stopped him from being unable to do it.

As she came she got a round of applause from a mixed group down by the sea who had clearly been watching from a distance. Helen gave them a victory wave and got up. Still not putting on any of her clothes she took Mike’s hand and started walking back to their apartment. It was late and the bar was closed as they walked through it. If anyone saw them on the way back. They couldn’t be sure but it was entirely possible.

Helen pounced on Mike as soon as they got in, kissing him. “I need a shower but I want to fuck first. I bet you cum really quickly. What did you like more, licking me out on the beach or kissing that random guy?” Mike didn’t answer straight away. “It was the guy wasn’t it?” Mike nodded. “I was tempted to let him take me on that beach. Would you have stopped me?”

Mike swallowed, “No”

“I knew it,” she said and kissed him. “Should I have sex with someone on this holiday?”

“Yes.”

“Ask me to do it.”

Helen was driving him insane. His cock was about ready to burst. “I want you to find a man and have sex with him.”

Helen kissed him again. “Anything for you my love.”