Endless Beach

Clara’s life was something I enjoyed a lot. She was a journalist at the New York Times, married to a very rich investment banker, sometimes she modeled and - to make her even more joyful - she had an affair with a player of the Yankees. I occupied her now for three weeks and that day, I just returned from the Yankees players place and drove back home. His sperm was still in my pussy from the short and rough encounter we had. My husband would not mind. He would either work and not realize or he would be hunting a skirt himself like every second day. And if not, I would shower and get my second fuck today. Not that I have not done that with him.

I was riding his body an hour later. We did it in the armchair in front of the big window, not knowing if someone was watching. Clara never liked that in the past, but I did. And Michael - Clara's husband - was easy to convince.

“Babe”, he stopped, holding my hips, “I have a surprise.”

I looked at him, moving slowly front and back, keeping his penis hard.

“What is it?”, I asked, biting my lip playfully.

“If you can schedule a vacation, we will fly to a tropical island into a luxury resort.”

I smiled: “I would love to. When?”

“In two weeks. I made a reservation. But there is one other condition?”

I smiled and asked: "What is it?"

"You have to wear any bikini I buy for you! What do you say?"

I just laughed.