Rest up for the beach

I snuggle against my wife, but I don’t reach down to pull her panties to the side. I hold onto her comforting body and fall asleep.

The kids wake me up early. Monica groans—she’s not getting up. I get up and make them breakfast. Soon other kids come down, and I’m making them breakfast. Just me and eight kids who are about to go wild. I introduce them to the game room: an arcade, pinball, billiards, fooseball, air hockey. Knock yourselves out while I sip some coffee.

The plan for the day was to drive over to the Atlantic coast and enjoy the beach. The way the other adults are sleeping in, we are not getting our umbrellas planted early.

Then Phoebe opens the door to the game room, her brim of her sun hat folding at the edges. She looks at the kids running around and then at me. “What the hell are you doing? We’re about to leave!”

Well fuck me, I thought I was the responsible one. I heard the kids out of the room and back up the stairs. Phoebe slaps my ass hard as I walk by her. “Acting just like one of the kids.”

I turn around and tower over her. I take a step forward and back her into the wall. I look down at her sculptured face. “Talk to me like down again, and I’ll bend you over my knee and paddle you bare ass.”

“That would do numbers on my page,” she looks up at me. She wants it. She smacks my ass hard again, and I involuntary step forward, pushing my body into hers. She hums in approval.

I pull away before she can slap my ass again. She’s trouble.

Instead of taking three vehicles to the beach, Joey rented a bus to take us. Seeing that he didn’t have to drive, Ross cracked open his first can at 9:00 am in the back of the bus. Rachel sat at the front of the bus. Even though there were plenty of open seats, Phoebe sat right next to me.

Making sure no kids could hear I ask, “Did you make any content last night?”

“No,” Phoebe pouts. “I left my door unlocked for you.” She slaps at my arm when I roll my eyes. “But I’ll need some help taking pictures at the beach, can you help me today? Joey whines so much when I ask him to help.”

I look over at Joey who is currently making my wife and children crack up with laughter. At least with the kids there, it can’t get too flirty.

“Sure,” I say. “I’ll help you out.”

By the time we unload at the beach, the kids have watched the entirety of The Little Mermaid, and Ross has finished a six pack. He brought a case and it is like he’s trying to drink them before they get warm.

We rent umbrellas and chairs. We set up multiple beach tents. We are ready for a full day at the beach. The best part is that I get to rub sunscreen on my wife’s pale back. I let her cover her own white cleavage though. She laughs as I stare at her rubbing. She loves that I’m still mesmerized by her sexiness.

Rachel puts sunscreen on her face and long toned legs, but her torso is covered by a long sleeve swim shirt. No cleavage from her on the beach, but the curve of her big tits in that conforming shirt is undeniably sexy.

And the blonde Asian mom wears a tiny thong bikini. The only thing more shocking than her bare ass cheeks are the amount of tattoos covering her body. A full sleeve. Tattoos trail down her legs. A large one centered on her chest between her ballooned cleavage.

Phoebe became a bimbo.

And now I have to awkwardly take pictures of her scantily clad body on the beach. I think of everything not to get an erection, and Phoebe does everything to give me one: as the waves splash her petite body she pulls her bikini top to the side to expose her chocolate dark pierced nipple

Click

she bends over with her cheeks over in sand and asks me to wipe it off

click

she crawls into the beach tent and slips fingers into her bikini bottom

click

she whispers in my ear “Follow me to the changing room, I’m really in the mood to suck a cock right now”

click

That’s enough. My cock starts to raise. I have to stop this. I yell down the beach, “Hey Joey! Your wife needs help changing into something more family friendly.”

She leads her husband up to the pier. She looks back over her shoulder and laughs when she sees me checking out her ass.

When Phoebe comes back from the changing room with her husband who’s grinning madly, she still has white cum on the corner of her lip. She makes sure I notice before she licks it off. I gotta get away from her.

I go out into the waves. Monica and Rachel jump the surf with the kids. I walk in on a serious conversation.

Monica should be whispering but she’s yelling over the crashing waves. “How do you know he’s cheating?”

Rachel moves closer so she doesn’t have to yell back, “I don’t have proof but I know he’s not into me. He’s definitely not into the marriage anymore.”

“What do you mean he’s not into you?”

“I haven’t gotten him hard in years. Even with a blowjob, I could suck and suck and nothing. And I’ve seen the searches on his phone…he’s definitely not into me.”

“What was on his phone!?!?”

Rachel glances at me. She knows I’m overhearing the conversation, so she shakes her head. “I don’t want to talk about it. It’s too upsetting.”

“Go away Chandler! You’re upsetting Rachel!” My wife cannot be denied this juicy information.

Rachel actually smiles at me. “Chandler is not upsetting me. He’s actually been the one bright spot on this trip so far.” Her eyes discreetly look up and down my body, and wink.

“Well tell Chandler and then I’ll make him tell me. I gotta take this screaming girl to the bathroom” my wife splashes out of the ocean leading my daughter up to the pier, leaving Rachel and me looking over her twins who keep running away from the incoming waves.

I ask, “Did you just wink at me in front of my wife?”

Rachel grins. The smile erases the years of stress and brings back her beauty. “I like having a secret with you. It’s fun.”

I don’t tell her that her husband also saw me naked and had a similar reaction. I probe her relationship with Ross, “Your husband said you’re not sleeping with him as a punishment. Is that because you found something on his phone?”

“Is that what he told you!?” She moves up close to me. “We haven’t had sex because he doesn’t want it. I’m so horny it’s embarrassing. Even though he’s an asshole, I’d still have sex with him. I’m that ****.”

The wet fabric of her shirt rubs on my bare skin. Her eyes stare into mine. A carnal desire. Her hand under the water rubs my length through my trunks. Shocked I step back. She doesn’t break the stare. She’s not lying about her **** hunger.

I try to appeal to her conservative nature. “You’re married.”

“Not for long,” Rachel says. She steps forward closing the gap again. Her hand grips me through my trunks. Her lips whisper against my ear, “It would be appropriate **** to fuck Ross’s best friend.”

My cock starts to fatten in her hand. I step back until my cock pulls out from her gripping hand. I make an excuse about helping out Monica with the kids. I almost run out of the water.

My wet trunks uncomfortably cling to my cock. It’s at the tipping point of standing up. Phoebe propositioning and teasing me and now Rachel has me racing. I need to ejaculate to clear my head before I do something dumb.

Where is my wife? I need to fuck now.