Eliza Sharp 11 - Gets Some Sun
by Vivian White

Author's Note: This one might be a little controversial for the audience that love this series. Just trust me. It's all going somewhere and I know you'll love it.

Eliza had never been shy. Her parents often joked that they had trouble getting her to wear clothes around the house. Being ashamed of her body was never something she had to deal with. She went through the typical stages of awkwardness, having her weight shift and ebb and flow until her body finally settled into its desired shape—with some help from gymnastics and exercising with her dad in his home gym (a corner of the garage with weights that mom allowed him to have). She ate fairly healthily as well, so once her body finally finalized itself after puberty, her confidence only grew.

This mindset lent itself to her being a natural in the modeling world. She still had her share of agents and photographers trying to body-shame her, wanting her to starve herself or get a boob job or any number of surgeries to morph her appearance to what was currently popular. She always told those people to fuck off. She was proud of how she looked. Who she was. And she wasn’t going to change anything about herself to fit ‌some transient trend for a little money.

For Eliza, there was no shame in her body. Nudity was beautiful no matter the sort of body you had—provided you were at least trying to be healthy. She had a fairly rigorous exercise regimen and did her best to keep her calorie intake balanced. She’d enjoy pizza and burgers, but balance it out with smoothies and salads and exercise. It wasn’t easy, but she wanted to take care of the body she had. And now that she was married, she wanted to keep herself fit for her husband, and… maybe one day… for kids.

That thought sent shivers and a deep red blush all over her body as she pulled on her pale green bikini boy-short bottoms. Her triangle top was already on, holding her breasts tightly and giving a generous amount of side and underboob some exposure to the tropical sun. Wiggling her butt, making sure the bottoms were on properly, she gave herself a quick look in the mirror. The swimsuit was a bit tight, just as she’d planned, giving her nipples a little visibility in the tight material as well as the swell of her mons between her thighs. A little tease for her husband. And when it was wet… well… This brought a devilish grin to her face as she thought about Cody staring.

A small silver ring in her belly button had a thin silver chain looped through and around her waist, sitting loosely on her hips with a small portion of the chain dangling loosely with a little emerald palm charm at the end. She rarely wore her bellybutton ring; it was one of those impulsive things she’d done in college on spring break with one of her more wild friends, Penny. That whole week had been a whirlwind of parties, alcohol, wet t-shirt contests and sex…lots of sex. Though she cant remember Penny being around much even though she was the instigator for the whole trip.

This was her honeymoon. She figured now was as good a time as any to show off the little flash of jewelry besides her wedding ring. And by the way Cody had gazed at that little ring in her navel, and how he’d traced his finger along the thin chain while sucking her clit… it was a good decision.

“You sure you don’t wanna go with me?” Eliza asked, brushing back her hair and tying it into a ponytail, turning and walking out onto the deck that looked out onto the crystal waters of the Caribbean.

Cody was sitting in one of the wicker chairs, a towel wrapped around his waist but hanging open just enough that she could see his flaccid penis. She absently licked her bottom lip before bringing her gaze to her husband’s face. He had a book in hand and was looking out at the waters and the beach in the distance, finger absently flipping the pages thoughtfully.

“I…um…that sort of thing just isn’t… me.” He sighed and looked up at her. “Are you sure you… I mean… I’m sorry I’m trying to stop you or anything, but…”

Eliza put a hand on his cheek, smiling warmly. “Babe, I’m just going to get some sun. Try not to get tan lines.”

He sighed and leaned back, towel slipping open a bit more, showing his cock laying against his sack and to Eliza’s amusement, stirring a little as he thought. “Work requirement?” He asked absently, reaching out and putting a hand on her hip.

She rolled her eyes. “Sort of. Unless the shoot calls for it, they want models with even skin tone. Still gonna airbrush stuff, of course, but makes things easier. And if they are going for tanlines then they’d just paint them on basically rather than actually having me try to do it naturally.”

Cody sighed, hand rubbing along her hips absently, drifting a bit towards her ass cheek. It went a little electric thrill through her, feeling him so casually touching her. She could still remember those early days in their relationship where he was almost afraid to put his hand on her lower back, afraid he might graze her ass crack with his pinky. She’d disabused him of that fear quickly enough.

Eliza threaded fingers through his hair, starting to lighten thanks to the sun. “I’ll stay if you want. Remember Cody, I promised my body to you. So if you don’t want me to go down to the beach…”

He was already shaking his head. “No. No. I don’t own you, Eliza. And I trust you. It’s fine. Honestly, I can’t really be upset with you wanting to take a stroll on a nude beach. I mean, you’re practically nude at work all the time. It would be kinda hypocritical.”

She patted his head, making him look up at her with a playful glare.

“I’m not a dog.”

She snickered. “You sure about that? The way you were shoving your nose in my ass and lapping at my pussy last night might paint a different picture.”

His cheeks went crimson.

“You’re a smart man, Cody Sharp. Wise. People can look at my body, just like they can look at a sunrise. But they don’t own it.” She leaned down, breasts swaying slightly in her top and gave her husband a slow deep kiss. “You own this sunrise, honey. Let other people have a little look, then you can bathe and warm yourself in my glow like they never will.”

He kissed her back, hand gripping her ass cheek tightly. “Okay…enough poetry… go and get some sun. I’ll be here when you get back.”

Her smile was brilliant as she ruffled his hair one last time. “Good. Because I’ll be needing you to rub some aloe on my sun-kissed skin when I get back, and I expect my husband to give me some very thorough attention.” She pinched his cheek. He pinched her ass.

With a quick turn and playful wiggle of her behind, she left her husband to read, grabbed her beach bag and slipped out of their suite and headed to the beach.

…

Eliza had gotten the idea for this honeymoon spot from Avery Mercer, one of her coworkers in the modeling world. Avery had talked about where she and her husband, Asher, had honeymooned. The beautiful beaches. Restaurants. The view. Of course, Avery had some other…stories too, but Eliza wasn’t interested in those things for her own honeymoon.

What she wanted was an all-inclusive resort. A place to relax and simply be with her new husband. Getting to know each other even better than they already did.

But one of the things that Eliza had been very interested in, was the fact that this resort had a private beach. A beach that was ‘clothing optional’. Though Avery was very clear that it was essentially a nude beach. No one she’d seen had ever worn more than saddles to that particular beach. Some of the suites even had direct access to the beach.

When she’d told Cody about it, he’d reacted just like she’d expected. Eyes wide and cheeks red at the idea of walking free and nude like they were in the Garden of Eden and unashamed… but not walking with God. Instead, walking in front of other resort goers, honeymooners and vacationers, and those celebrating anniversaries. It was so cute to see him squirm at the idea.

But he’d also been… intrigued. Not enough to go to the beach himself, but he confessed that the thought of Eliza walking and laying on the white sands and soaking up the sun, with others looking and ogling her…

Well, needless to say the sex that night while she described laying on the beach exposed had been intense. She’d even teased about letting someone oil her up. That made him blast his thick cum so deep in her she felt like she should get the morning after pill despite being on the pill.

“Would you be okay with that?” She’d asked seriously, sitting on the toilet and cleaning herself as Cody brushed his teeth. Somehow they’d gotten to a level of domesticity that most couples didn’t have until several years into their marriages, and they had only been engaged for six months.

“Okay with what?” Cody asked as he brushed, eyes glancing her way occasionally. She knew he was too embarrassed to admit that seeing her sitting like she was, was somehow erotic. There were so many sides to her future husband she was discovering and it was wonderful.

“Letting someone oil me up on the nude beach?” She stood up, wiping her vagina and flushing then coming over and nudging Cody with her naked hip so he would move over and she could brush her own teeth.

“I…uh…” He hesitated and spit, slurping up some water and rinsing his mouth while his eyebrows furrowed in that way she liked, telling her he was deep in thought.

“Cody… you know at photoshoots sometimes people oil me up or do some body painting. All sorts of things.” She spit and rinsed and then turned to Cody, completely nude and unashamed. “People might touch me sometimes, but you don’t need to worry.” She rubbed her hands up and down his arms as he looked at her nervously. “I’m yours. Completely. But I can understand jealousy. I can understand you’ve got some insecurities. And I’ll respect them.”

She felt Cody tense up for a moment and then relax. “I trust you. And… even if you let others touch you for work or whatever… I know that it’s not you being unfaithful. And yeah, it makes me jealous I guess. Not like I own you or anything but…” He shrugged. “Just… I guess promise me that… you’ll tell me. If someone touches you… tell me. All I want is honesty.”

Eliza nodded, looking into her fiance’s eyes. What Cody was saying was exactly what her mother had told her when she’d gone to see her parents and show them the ring and announce her engagement. Honesty, sweetie. That’s what’s most important. Communication, and with it true pure honesty. You talk. You tell each other everything. You admit when things bother you and when they excite you and when you’re feeling bad or sad. Be honest with that boy. Make sure he’s honest with you. And your lives will be full and fun.

Eliza had promised Cody she’d tell him everything and anything. He only had to ask. And if she had something to tell, she’d make sure he was ready to listen. So… she essentially had permission to go out and get some sun and see what happened.

But she wasn’t going to do what Avery did. That was…extreme. It had nearly ended her brand new marriage. But thankfully Avery and Asher had worked things out and come to an equilibrium in their lives.

She walked down the path to the driftwood gate separating the main resort from the private beach. A sign declared that clothes were optional beyond this point and lockers were available for belongings and valuables.

Without hesitating, Eliza pushed through the gate and walked the sandy path, palm trees overhead providing a modest amount of shade. The trail quickly opened up onto a white sandy beach. The horizon was nothing but ocean. Clouds lazily drifting through the sky. Crystal blue-green tides came washing in and out, the only sound besides a few stray gulls crying out into the beautiful silence.

The beach was a solid mile of gentle curving sand, one side bordered by a copse of trees and the other—behind Eliza now—by a large privacy fence. It wasn’t a heavily trafficked beach, but there were at least a dozen people laying out on the sands, getting the same sun that Eliza was there for.

Opposite the shoreline was a tiki bar and next to it a line of open showers and lockers. Gripping the strap of her beach bag, Eliza let herself have a moment, taking in the soft sounds of the ocean and wind, the palms of the trees swaying. She really did wish Cody had come along, but she wasn’t about to pressure him into something he wasn’t comfortable with. She’d just have to tell him all about it when she got back. It wasn’t bad to have time apart. It just made the longing for each other have a moment, like the tide, to wash back in.

Walking to the lockers, Eliza opened one and placed her bag inside after taking out her towel, her suntan oil, and sending a quick text to Cody letting him know she was going to lay out on the beach and was locking her phone away so he wouldn’t get worried. Then, she untied her top, slipped it off and placed it in the locker. Next came her bottoms, slipping them down over her ass and down her thighs, stepping out and balling them up and placing them with the top. She shut the locker, picked up her towel and oil and with bold confidence and bouncing breasts, walking over to the tiki bar.

Behind the bar was a lovely tan skinned woman with curly dark hair with flowers tucked in sporadically. She was as naked as Eliza, her little breasts swaying as she went about fixing a drink. Her nipples were dark and hard. Eliza watched her patiently, seeing her cute ass sway and wiggle as she swayed her hips to the soft sounds of the beach and the clink of the ice in the drink she was preparing. She finished pouring the alcohol into the colorful drink, dropped a little umbrella into it and marched it over to a gentleman sitting at the far end of the bar, handing it to him with a brilliant, dark lipped smile.

The gentleman tipped his head to her with a respectful smile and a brief glimpse at her tits before turning away. He was naked too…everyone was naked on the beach as far as Eliza could tell. His ass was hairy and narrow. It reminded Eliza of Hank Hill’s ass from King of the Hill, making her giggle before turning back to the bartender.

“Hey, hon. What can I getcha.” The woman had a southern accent. Somewhat jarring considering Eliza thought she was more native to the island. But it sounded more like she was from Texas rather than the Caribbean.

Eliza looked at the selection of drinks, the possibilities practically endless. The bartender stood with a  hand on her hip waiting patiently, now fully turned towards Eliza so she could see the nicely trimmed dark bush of pubic hair hiding the woman’s pussy.

Would Cody like me hairy? She wondered for a second, staring at the pretty hair, slightly dewy from the heat and humidity of the beach.

“Interested?” The woman asked, grazing a hand along her hairy sex with a curious wink.

“Oh, haha. Sorry. Wasn’t meaning to stare.” Eliza actually blushed, more from amusement than embarrassment. She held up her hand, flashing her wedding ring. “On my honeymoon. Was just thinking about if my new man might like some hair on the field.”

The woman laughed heartily, tits bouncing delightfully. “Well, I’ve never gotten complaints. Though when I have gone bare, the view was definitely worth it.” She ran a finger along the slit nestled in the dark hair.

Eliza chuckled with her. “Fair enough. I do enjoy seeing him in me.” The blunt frankness about their conversation was refreshing, reminding her of the dynamic she had with her friends back home.

Leaning against the bar, tits shelved on her folded arms, the woman grinned wide. “Well, if you’re bragging, I might have to see for myself. Looking for some extra fun on your honeymoon sweetie?”

The offer was slightly surprising, but when she remembered what Avery had told her about the resort and her own adventures, it wasn’t jarring enough to throw her off. “Oh no. Sorry sweety. We are fresh from walking the aisle and I’m gonna stake my claim on him before we even considering doing extra curricular play.” Eliza sighed, elbows on the bar, chin in her hand. “But, it’s a tempting offer for sure. I wouldn’t mind seeing him balls deep in that fuzz.”

The woman laughed together, tits swaying in sync before Eliza fanned herself, the heat of the day and the conversation, as well as the mental image she’d just conjured, causing her to flush. “Okay. Enough. Enough.” She giggled. “I came to relax and get some sun.”

With a nod, the woman turned and grabbed a bottle from the long line up of various liquors. “Well, in that case. You need something that’s going to be sweet and sexy. Sex on the Beach.” She declared, beginning to expertly mix the drink, swaying her ass and glancing back at Eliza playfully.

Eliza had seen plenty of woman’s back sides. Pussies. Tits. And this woman wasn’t any different. But because of the location, the atmosphere, and the sheer nonchalance of the woman’s movements, flaunting her nudity, Eliza couldn’t help but watch her ass cheeks jiggle unabashedly. She imagined telling Cody about it later, how the woman’s ass swayed hypnotically. How her little pussy was nicely trimmed and yet wild at the same time. Describing the dark nipples and how suckable they looked.

Not for the first time Eliza wondered if she were bisexual. It was only a brief thought. But one that never progressed past the point of ‘sure I like eating pussy and getting eaten out, but I don’t think I’d want a relationship with a woman’.

Finishing the drink with a theatrical flourish, the woman placed it in front of Eliza. She placed a cheery on top and then grabbed an orange slice, and with a mischievous grin, circled the slice around her erect nipple and then put it onto the edge of the glass. “Enjoy.”

“Mmmm. Looks yummy.” Eliza winked. Then she turned, making sure to sway her own behind provocatively as she walked away and out onto the beach.

While sipping her drink, she carefully laid out her towel, settled down and lay back, holding the glass and shutting her eyes. Time slipped by, taking little nips of her drink and letting the sun warm her whole body, sliding her legs open wider to allow the rays and the breeze to graze the smooth skin of her exposed labia.

It was near half an hour before Eliza hear the soft shifting of someones footsteps in the sand. “Would you like any help reapplying your suntan oil?”

Eliza smiled and opened her eyes. The bartender was standing above her in all her glory, sun kissing her dark skin.

“That’s probably a good idea.” She muttered, reaching over and grabbing the bottle she’d brought with her.

The woman carefully knelt in the sand next to her and took the bottle of oil. “I’m Lillian, by the way.” She smiled, pouring some of the shimmering oil into her palm.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Eliza. Sharp.” Eliza grinned as she declared her new last name.

Lillian giggled, her breasts bouncing in that way Eliza was quickly becoming familiar with already in their short time together. “Definitely have that newlywed vibe about you.” She said, rubbing her hands together and then with no shame or hesitation, cupping Eliza’s breasts as she lay back, slowly massaging the oil into her soft skin.

“That obvious?” Eliza asked with a sigh, settling back allowing the woman to kneed her breasts, making them glow and glisten with the oil in the tropical sun. The oil, stimulation, and breeze from the ocean made her nipples erect and aching, loving for more than just the brushing of the woman’s thumbs as she rubbed the oil in.

“Oh when you’ve been doing this job as long as I have, you see the signs. The way women look. Starry-eyed. Relaxed. Like they want to dance to music only they can hear. Fairies in the field.” Lillian continued gently massaging the oil into Eliza’s pale skin, squeezing her breasts gently and smoothing her palms all along the gentle slopes, around the areola, along Eliza’s collar and shoulders.

Eliza’s grin was wide. “That’s very true. He makes me feel like I’m in a fantasy.”

“That wonderful huh? Careful about the honeymoon phase. As many happy women and men I’ve seen, I’ve also seen others come back a couple years later with someone new. That happy floaty fantastical phase fades and reality sets in.” It wasn’t so much a warning as an observation. Lillian’s words were light, tone neutral even as her hands moved along Eliza’s chest, between her glistening breasts and along her abs.

“Oh I know. Cody’s amazing but he’s not flawless. Neither am I. And we work at our relationship.” Eliza sighed, feeling the woman’s hands tracing the faint impressing of her abs with her delicate fingers.

“Had a fight yet?” Lillian asked, pouring more oil into her palms and moving down to Eliza’s feet, firmly kneading them eliciting a groan.

“Oh, we’ve had a couple. God, I remember our first…” Eliza trailed off, remembering. It was tense. Heated. Scary. Not scary in the sense there was violence of fear for safety, but scary in the fact that it made their bond feel so fragile. As if one single hard blow might shatter everything.

Lillian’s hands paused as they were moving from Eliza’s feet to ankles and calves. “In my experience, when you remember a fight and it’s still raw… that tells me your connection with each other is really deep. So deep you don’t want to even relive the hurt, but you recognize how important it was for your growth.” Her hands started moving again, practiced and experienced, moving highers along Eliza’s legs.

“He’s a good man. A good friend. Partners.” Eliza’s smile returned. “Husband.”

“You definitely sound in love. More than just in love with the wedding and honeymoon.”

“Oh we could have honeymooned in a motel six. As long as we were together I wouldn’t have cared.” Eliza laughed.

Lillian’s hand moved higher, along Eliza’s thighs. “Well if you’d done that you wouldn’t be getting this nice massage.”

“True.” Eliza sighed, feeling Lillian again moving higher…higher… She could tell what was coming and for a second debated whether to stop it. Instead she opened her legs just a little more, further exposing her smooth labia to the sun and Lillian’s gentle gaze.

“You’re being very welcoming and accommodating.” Eliza breathed. Slow, even breaths. In and out. Abdominal muscles tightening in anticipation.

“It’s part of my job. But also a perk too. I meet so many nice people. Have some very amazing experiences.” Lillian poured more oil into her palm, made mone more slow pass along Eliza’s thighs, from the outside in. And then slide her hands up and pressed them together around Eliza’s labia.

“MMMMM.” She hissed. “You’re just trying to get me to invite you back to my suite.”

“Maybe.” Lillian whispered, rubbing her slick thumbs along Eliza’s lips, glazing them with the cool oil. Pushing the lips together to make the oil ooze and squish, dripping along the smooth slit of her sex and down the trail towards Eliza’s ass.

“He’s mine.” Eliza giggled.

“Not trying to take him. But by that glowing look on your face he’s obviously doing something right, and it’s not just his personality.” Lillian circled the oiled pad of her thumb over Eliza’s clit, the oil smooth and slick, dripping from her nub down between her lips and along her folds making her shiver.

“Oh…he’s good… but he’s mine…” Eliza’s grin trembled as Lillian’s fingers slid down the center of Eliza’s slit, circling the pads of her fingers against her opened and then very slowly pushed two fingers into her slicked entrance.

Lillian gave a similar sigh to Eliza, feeling the walls of her pussy clenching around her oiled fingers. “My goodness. This pussy must be heaven for him.” Lillian giggled, slowly sliding her fingers in and out, the slick lips of Eliza’s pussy clinging as Lillian moved.

Eliza groaned, breathing in the warm sea air. The smell of burning sand, scented coconut oil and sweaty skin filled her senses, mixing with the growing aroma of her pussy. She heard the soft lapping waves, identical to the soft wet squelching sounds of her cunt sucking at Lillian’s fingers. Her breathing was steady, eyes closed, letting herself feel. Feel the sun. The soft shifting sand beneath her, under the downy soft towel. She smelled Lillian’s chestnut skin, slick with sweat and the clinging scent of liquor from being behind the bar for hours at a time. And there was even the faint musky smell of Lillian’s own pussy, only a foot or so away from Eliza.

She took in deep breaths, her tits shifting, oil and sweat beading and dripping along her neck, down her stomach. Lillian was now rubbing Eliza’s clit with one hand and sliding the fingers of her other in and out of her. “Mmmmm, is this service extra?” Eliza groaned, feeling all the muscles inside tensing as her arousal was winding up.

“No charge.” Lillian chuckled and pushed her fingers in to the final knuckle, curving and rubbing against Eliza’s g-spot, slow intimate circles moving in time with the fingers stimulating her clit.

“Ohhhhh fuck…mmmmmm” Eliza’s mind was drifting, swimming in endorphins and the image of Cody watching her. Of telling him about her little adventure at the beach. She arched up from the towel, ass clenching as Lillian began to pick up the pace.

“Mmmm your husband’s a lucky man. Your pussy is beautiful. So lovely and tight.” Lillian breathed. “I can imagine how it looks when he’s inside you.”

“Mmmm fuck it’s beautiful. I love his cock. Ohh…oh god…” Eliza gripped the towel, feeling Lillian’s fingers thrusting and rubbing faster, sensing her oncoming orgasm.

“Sure you don’t wanna share him? See that pretty cock fucking my hairy pussy?” Lillian cooed, speeding up her fingers.

“Ohh ohhh fucking shit…mmmm. Yes…yes…mmmm fuck he’s mine…all mine…you’ll…just have to…to imagine…” Eliza panted and finally gave in, her orgasm washed over her like the slow incoming tide, her juices gushing, dripping down her ass cheeks onto the towel. Her cunt clenched around Lillian’s fingers, milking them as she continued massaging her g-spot through her orgasm.

It was a long beautiful minute before Eliza settled down with a long deep sigh and wide smile. Lillian gently pulled out her fingers, a slick pop that sent a chill down Eliza’s spine. Her eyes fluttered open and saw Lillian’s wide smile.

“Want me to do your back?”

Eliza began to laugh loudly, laying back and picked up her glass. “Maybe after one more drink.”

Lillian winked, took the glass and stood up, brushing sand off her legs. “Want the same thing or something different?”

“Surprise me.” Eliza sighed.

…

Eliza quietly slipped back into the suite, her body buzzing with the warmth of the sun, the oil still slick on her sweaty skin, smelling of sand and surf and sex. Her swim suit was sticking to her tightly from the oil, rubbing against her sensitive labia and ass as she put her beach bag down and stopped at the end of the bed.

Cody was laying back on top of the sheets, eyes closed, shirtless, wearing a loose pair of boxers.

She watched him just quietly basking in the sunlight coming in from the patio, doors open and a breeze from the ocean rustling his hair. He was cute. Sweet. Handsome. The buzz from her earlier activity with Lillian was still making everything inside her tingle with need. With a quick pull, Eliza undid her top, tossing it to the floor. Her bottoms were next, kicked off as she climbed onto the bed.

Cody’s eyes opened and a lazy smile brightened his face, then his eyes widened seeing Eliza crawling toward him, breasts glistening and swaying and the look on her face like a lioness stalking her prey.

“Hey…” he muttered, clearly waking up from being half asleep.

“Mmmm, hey.” Her whisper was sultry, erotic, filled with lust. She crawled on top of him, pulling his boxers down without any ceremony and grabbed hold of his quickly rising manhood. Her palm was slick with oil, sending a jolt through her husband, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“Oh…fu…”

Eliza crushed her lips to his, tongue sliding past his lips and twisting and tangling with his before biting his lip and sucking it, releasing and looking at him. “I have a little story to tell you.” She whispered.

Cody stiffened, in more ways than one. “O…oh?”

Her grin was beautiful and wide. “Mhm…that beach was very nice. Very freeing.” She straddled Cody’s lap, his cock getting harder by the second as she pressed her slippery labia against his shaft, rubbing up and down, leaving greasy trails. The feel of him against her sensitive lips, clit had her gasping and arching, tits swaying in front of Cody’s face tantilizingly.

“Freeing…” He whispered, one hand going to her hip and the other caressing her tit, feeling the softness of her oiled skin.

“Mhm….” She looked down at him, sliding along him until his tip was pressed to her burning entrance. “I was a little bad.” His head slipped inside her with ease. “Ohhhh fuck honey.”

Cody groaned, feeling how tight she was squeezing him already and it was just his head inside her. 

Eliza grabbed her husband’s wrists and held them over his head against the pillows and sank down onto his throbbing cock. “Ohhhh fuuuuuck.” She slide down until his balls pressed against her lubed ass. “Mmmm do you wanna hear how nice the beach was baby?”

Her husband was laying back, pinned and panting.

Leaning in, she met his gaze with such an intensive burning desire that Cody wondered if maybe he’d married a succubus. Her lips met his slow and succulent. “Let me tell you how naughty I was…”

It didn’t take long, whispering in his ear about Lillian’s fingers inside her pussy. Her oiled skin sizzling in the sun. Of turning over and letting Lillian finger and oil her asshole. Riding Cody up and down with a slow rhythm that mimicked the tides on the beach. She painted the scene for him, licking his ear, sucking his lobe, pressing her slick ass against his thighs.

“Do you like that I was a little bad baby?” She hissed, grinding her hips and letting his cock rub all the sensitive places inside her.

“Fuck. Fuck Eliza…oh god…I’m gonna…”

“Cum!” She ordered, eyes burning as she pushed her hands against his chest. “Cum inside me. Cum in my naughty cunt. It’s yours always yours. Lillian’s fingers are nothing compared to your cock honey. Ohh…ohhhhh fucking yes please I feel it!”

Cody bucked up inside her, groaning, unable to hold back his orgasm. He shot his cum inside her, making her already slick tunnel gush with juices dripping down his balls as they clenched, emptying themselves.

Eliza clawed at his chest, feeling the intense heat inside, gyrating her hips and grinding her pussy against him with abandon. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

Her own orgasm was washing over her and starting to recede when Cody grabbed her hips and rolled them over so he was on top. She yelped, eyes flying open looking up at her usually docile partner as he remained hard inside her and began to pound her pussy with absolute raw intensity.

‘Oh! Oh holy fuck Cody! Shit! Yes…yes baby! Fuck me god yes fuck me!” she whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck, holding on for dear life as her husband took her back. Reclaimed her from Lillian’s oily fingers.

The bed creaked. The breeze blew in from the open door. Eliza screamed, cumming over and over as Cody owned her. Wet slaps of pussy and cock. Juicy gasping kisses. Whimpers of unbridled desire, mingling with the softly crashing tide and the gulls crying out, mimicking Eliza’s cries of joy.