A weekend at the beach

"Did we forget anything?" I asked, being the kind of person who always thinks he forgot something.

"I hope not. Besides, it wouldn't matter now anyway, because I'm not turning back." She turned to me with a smile. "If we need anything we'll just get it when we get there."

Our weekend at the beach was planned months ago, in the beginning of the season for that kind of stuff. Due to delays and changes in schedule it had been postponed until about two-thirds into the season. The drive there was about an hour or so and we went with the top down, taking her Miata. The hotel we picked was on the beach, but on one of the more secluded, for Florida anyway, sections of the Atlantic coast.

We arrived at the hotel about nightfall. We signed in and went to our room, which faced the beach and had a small private balcony. After we got in, my wife promptly took of her clothes, down to her French cut thong panties. I decided to do likewise, leaving only my Goethals chastity belt on, of course. After she saw we both were equally naked she walked over to the blinds and curtains and opened them up fully. She always has a voyeuristic tendency to want to show off when things normally would be private, but not things that would be more common in public. For example, it wouldn't have bothered her a bit if a whole college fraternity was on the beach and saw her open the curtains of our room, but would blush if I ever asked her to wear a mini-skirt to the mall for me. So the deal we reached was a good one I thought. I would wear my belt, with swim trunks on of course, to the beach, and she would wear, or not, whatever I packed for her. On Sunday we were going to leave for home in the afternoon and spend some time together with me unlocked. Putting my time in the belt at sixteen days of unrelenting tease.

She turned to me and began that sexy walk that means she wants some action. I met her half way across the room and embraced her in my arms. She put her arms over my shoulders and ran her fingers into the hair on the back of my head and pulled me down to kiss her. We stayed like this for a few minutes and I could feel her press her body against mine. My body reacted and I expanded to fill the tube. The tube is sized just to allow me to engorge but not reach a hard or full erection, and the hot climate option with its holes, even though small, provide that much more stimulation.

"Your hard already? That was fast."

She had this uncanny knack to know when I was or wasn't hard, how she does this I don't know.

We turned and climbed onto the bed with me on top. Even though she controls our sex life, she is not into the Dom/sub thing and still enjoys me being on top leading our escapades. She keeps full control of me however through the key. We made out like wanton teens on prom night. The past two weeks prior to this, she has kept me locked up and teased me more than ever before, even holding back her own pleasure. Our making out quickly turned into me rocking my hips and sliding my penis tube up and down against her panties. She always gets pleasure from this, and if I get the rhythm just right, even with her panties on, can bring her to a light orgasm. I seemed to have just the combination going, she brought her knees up to my waist and put her heels against my butt and began to move her hips with mine. Her hands slid onto my arms and over my shoulders resting on my upper back. Her grip began to tighten and she pulled herself off the bed, hanging from me and began to grind herself against my body. She bucked and gasped, orgasming stronger than before from this method. This position always was a great turn on for me, because even with me locked up it felt almost as real as it could get.

We kissed and hugged for a bit longer, and then we moved so to be lying on our sides facing each other. She reached down and started caressing my balls keeping me hard in the tube. We began kissing again, and I slowly started kissing lower moving down to her breasts. Then I made my way down to her panties and without moving them kissed her all over down there. Moving on down her thighs, to her knees stopping at the sweet spot she likes so much behind her knee. We changed positions so I was now between her legs facing her. I kissed my way back up her thighs and back to her panties, making a second round over them. Moving bits of material here and there I worked my way under the edge, and then pulled them down and off. I moved back to where her muscle on the inside of her thigh meets her body and kissed both sides working my way towards the center. I kissed her directly on her lips and tasted her wetness. She was ready again.

I positioned myself so my shoulders supported her thighs and my arms wrap around her hips and come back to her pussy. I began to slowly lick her up and down, occasionally darting down to the area between her pussy and anus, but not all the way, and my nose grazing against her lips sporadically. I begin to slowly burrow my tongue into her pussy and with one hand pulled back her hood, exposing her clitoris. As my tongue gets further down, my nose begins to brush her hood, and I curl my upper lip to meet her clitoris. As I reach this point she jumps and her body begins to buck, then her hands lock in my hair, and her thighs clench to my head. All my sight and sound are taken away and I'm left to focus on the feeling of myself against her. When her orgasm peaks I keep going until she is spent, her body relaxed under me.

I moved up and cuddled with her more. I felt something cool on my thigh. I looked down to notice clear fluid leaking out from my tube. She noticed this too.

"Lets go take a shower, together." She rose up and gathered things

I, feeling as frustrated as ever, laid there a bit, contemplating the throbbing of my dick and what it was going to feel like on Sunday night being inside my wife again.

In the shower we soaped each other up and make out some more. I brought her to another smaller orgasm. We finished and dried off.

She dressed for bed in my favorite style of panties, French cut silk thong, and a tight fitting half shirt that fit fine with her arms to her sides, but when she raises her arms up the material drags across her nipples and stays so just the bottom of her breasts begin to expose, both of which I packed for her.

We retired to bed, but not to sleep. We cuddled and talked, she teasing me with her body and words both. She was laying facing away from me towards the balcony. I could feel her cheeks pressed against my groin, brushing against my balls, with the tube pressed into the cleft of her bottom. She was rocking her hips and I placed my hand on her lower stomach to try to stop her, to no avail. This went on for about two hours when she dozed off. Needless to say, I slept hard, which is to mean, not very well.

As typical when I'm this horny, after I did fall asleep, I woke about three hours later and slept fitfully the rest of the night.

When the sun began to peek over the horizon I got out of bed and started preparing for our day together. Today was a day set to go shopping during the day, and to a bar or club in the evening.

I, kissing around the edge of her thong, woke my wife.

"Mmm. Not yet honey. Let me hold off a while." She gently pushed me away from her bottom and turned to face me, cupping my face and bringing us together to kiss. We both get ready for the day, both dressing in clothes of my choosing.

We decide to go out for breakfast, trying to find a Denny's or an IHOP but settled for a Perkins. It wasn't very crowded and was seated in a booth, sitting opposite each other, right away. The first thing she did was to slip off her sandals and slide a foot up my shorts, even sliding down the seat to get a better reach. She worked her foot until her big toe was tickling my nuts. The waitress came by about this time, and I'm sure she saw what was going on, for she seemed a bit flushed.

"Do you two need a few minutes?" The waitress asked, clearly not wanting to interrupt

"No, I'm ready to order, and I feel my husband is too." My wife said with a giggle.

The waitress clearly wanted to get out of there. She took our orders in record time and was off. Shortly afterward, the other waitresses who were more voyeuristic kept sneaking, but not very well disguised, peeks. It didn't phase us.

We ate slowly, conversing as we went, catching up on each other's busy lives.

After breakfast, we strolled up and down the road, checking out the little shops all along the way. Not seeing anything we liked, we decided to drive up the A1A a couple of towns up.

We stopped and parked at a more touristy area of the beach, up the coast a ways. We walked and shopped, not finding anything we liked. When we came to Ron Jon's we stopped to see how much has changed in the last few years. The store was bigger than we both remembered, and the prices were bigger too, but we looked anyway. When we made it to the women's bathing suits, I saw on a mannequin a thong bikini cut the same was as the underwear she was currently wearing and the top had a full cut bottom for the cups, a seam running horizontal across where her nipples would be and a partial cup on the top half. I asked her to check if there was one on the rack in her size. She sorted a bit and found one. I couldn't get my wallet out fast enough. We went and checked out, she asked if she could change in a store change room. I asked her to come back wearing only the bikini and her blouse tied around her waist, she seemed a bit embarrassed by that, but like I said before, strange. When she came back, I had to hang onto the counter for support.

We continued to walk up and then turned around and went back to the car. On our way back south we stopped and ate a late lunch, then went back to the hotel.

At the hotel, we cooled off, and got ready for going to a local place for dinner and drinks. Not to mention more making out.

We picked a place not too far from the hotel, in walking distance. It was a place we went once when we were dating, but haven't been back. The place was a restaurant and bar, but later in the evening space was made for a small dance floor. We ate a light dinner, had a few margarita and tequila sunrises, and then our tongues began to get limber.

I talked about how much I enjoyed the teasing and denial, never thinking that our marathon make out sessions we had while we were dating would continue, or even grow. I said things like that I was as still horny for her as the first times we went out. It didn't sound very romantic but she understood what I was trying to say.

She said that she was certain that I was the right man for her to marry. Even though we haven't had children yet, she said I was the only candidate for father. The only non-reassuring thing she said was, at times, she did wonder what it would have been like with other men.

When a string of slower songs came on, she grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the floor. We started out slow dancing, but ended up dancing the rest of the night.

It was late when we finally made it back to the hotel, walking by it twice. We showered together, too tired to do much, drank a few glasses of water and went to bed.

I slept not so hard that night, meaning well, but not very long. We both woke early, from habit, not much after sunrise. We both got up and ready, but since we still felt a little rough, we lounged on the bed and the balcony for a couple more hours.

My wife decided it was time to hit the beach, wanting to get set up before the crowds got there. Sunday was reserved for the beach, and going home to finish each other off. We found a spot right in front of our hotel and laid claim. She wore her new bikini, brining along an almost threadbare sun dress I wanted her to wear that she wore the last time we were here back when we were dating, and I wore swimming trunks, the belt peeking out in spots, but fair is fair. I got out the sunblock, looking forward to making sure her entire body outside of her bikini was covered. We went and played in the surf, having fun, but shortly realized that we weren't in good enough condition yet, so we went back and sat on the beach. She grabbed two water bottles we brought from home, handed me one, and we sat and talked for a bit. I still felt a bit tired, so I laid back on the towel and relaxed, to soak up some sun. Shortly afterward, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I saw one of the most beautiful sights there is. From where I was laying, at the top of my vision I could see a band of golden yellow that was perforated by the tops of the hotels behind us. Blended into that was a magnificent orange, which contained a faint spot of light from one of the other planets, that faded to an illustrious ruby red and then on through the spectrum. When at the bottom of my view I saw the colors fade to black and the stars begin to twinkle into view. With the golden final rays of sun shining off her face and sparkling in her hair, I saw my wife, outlined by the beginning of the starry field, and now back in her sun dress. I could feel her weight resting on my hips and it looked like she was slowly rocking her hips. I tried to sit up and take her in my arms, but didn't budge an inch. I looked down as far as I could and saw I was covered in sand up to my neck. My wife had a towel draped across my hips and was sitting on the towel astride me. I turned my head as far as I could both directions and saw no one. My wife's hands were on her tan thighs and it looked like she was rubbing her bottom on the towel, slowly grinding against the towel masturbating from the friction. I couldn't tell if her bikini bottoms were still on or not. It appeared as if she was more trying to maintain her arousal than to reach a climax. I lay there quietly, watching her face. Her head slowly rocked from left to right while it nodded up and down in time with her breathing. Her head stopped rocking and she opened her eyes and looked directly into mine, and I saw a glassy reflection of the sunset behind me. She looked happily surprised, stopped rocking and took a deep breath.

"I see your finally awake. I was going to wake you soon, since we should have already been back home by now."

"Why am I covered in sand?"

"You fell asleep. I don't blame you though since you had a hard time sleeping last night. I couldn't wake or move you and I got tired of slathering sunblock on you every half an hour, so I covered you with nature's best sunblock."

"How long have you been sitting on me like that?"

"I started about the time most of the other people left. That was a little over an hour ago. Well, maybe more than that. Let me get you out of here so we can be on our way back home."

With that she stood up and slowly walked over my head above me. I saw now that she was no longer wearing her bikini bottoms. Now I was fully awake, and the tube of my Goethals belt kept my blood from rushing from one brain, all to the other. She came back and kneeled leaning above my head and produced a child's toy shovel and began to uncover me from the top down. When I reached the point of being able to sit up I moved and twisted until all the sand moved away. Stiffly, I stood up, and then I froze with the sudden realization that all I was wearing was my belt!

"Where are my trunks?"

"Oops. Sorry, I forgot. I removed them when I buried you. Here they are."

"You took them off when EVERYONE was still here at the beach!"

"YES! I! DID! Hardly anyone took notice. And those who did had no idea what they were seeing. And don't you dare yell at me like that again."

"Sorry. I was shocked to see myself essentially naked in full public view."

"Apology accepted. We need to get going, throw your trunks on and lets head on out." She turned around and tossed me my trunks.

"The trunks are soaking wet, and they're cold."

"I washed them off in the ocean after I took them off you. The only place I had to keep them was in the cooler. I didn't think there would still be ice in there now."

"Hang on, I'm going to wash myself off real quick. I don't want the sand and salt to get all over the car. There is still sand in there from our first trip here together."

"We don't have time dear. Just throw a towel over the seat. A little more sand won't hurt anyway.

With that we packed the car and were off on our trip back home, leaving as the suns final rays peeked over the western horizon. The night was warm, so we left the top down for the hour drive back. First with the cold shorts and the breeze, I was chilly, but when we reached home it was comfortable. I was glad to have the towel. I was filling the penis tube with anticipation of our promised night of lovemaking and it was leaking out of the end. Looking over at my wife, I could see her sun dress bunched up by the back of the seat and it fanning over her thighs in the front. There was nothing between her bottom and the leather seat, and knowing just how horny she was made me even hornier.

At home, we unpacked the car, put the top up and had separate showers. I showered second, leaving sediment of sand on the bottom of the tub, but otherwise felt great. I dried off and went to the bedroom. My wife was already there dressed only in my second most favorite piece of lingerie she owned, her birthday suit. She had a container of Aloe Vera gel with her and asked if I would kindly work it into her skin. We both knew that this would make us both aroused. So I gladly started with her little toe and slowly but methodically worked the gel into her skin. Her whole body, even areas under her bikini seemed to be tanned from the suns rays. I thought this was a little odd, but my mind was so occupied that I left it no thought. By the time I reached her shoulders and neck, my body was trembling with need, and the thought that I will get released shortly. When I was done we cuddled for a moment. Next she told me to lie on my back while she got the key. She walked back into the room catlike, seeming to be careful not to rub her thighs on one another. The nipples on her small perky breasts left no thought to her being anything but wanting sex. Between those breasts that I cared for so much was a key on a stainless steel necklace. My pulse quickened, my mind emptied of thought, and my focus was on the key and her power to wield it. She climbed onto the bed and rested on my thighs, her legs squeezing mine together. She leaned over without taking the necklace off and placed the lock in the hole and twisted on the key.

My heart stopped.

The key would not turn. She tried one way then the other. She jiggled the key up and down. Then she began to beat on the front of the belt, and tried to push and pull on all the parts. Nothing moved!

She changed positions, moving over my body and turning around. Her thighs were draped across my shoulders and as she knelt her upper thighs and pussy framed what I saw happening to my belt below. She tried everything once again. And still, nothing.

She was so desperate her hands were visibly shaking and she began to drip onto my chest. Then something happened I never expected. She placed the key into my hand and told me to try myself. I was stunned. If she hadn't been resting on my upper body I would have involuntarily sprang bolt upright. She guided my hands to the lock; both our hands were so shaky it took both of us to put the key in the hole. I repeated everything she tried and did a few more. As I slowly came to the same conclusion, she had created a puddle on my chest and was beginning to breathe raggedly.

I finally pulled the key from the lock and handed it back to her, reluctant to let go. She took the key and my hands into her hands and placed them on her breasts.

I admitted defeat. "The lock is stuck, the belt won't open."

With that she lowered herself onto my face, my tongue instinctively sliding right up her lips to her hood and underneath. Within seconds fluid was covering my face back to my ears. She ground down onto my nose and her hips flexively rocked on my face. Her ragged breathing turned into hyperventilation. Her breathing stopped, every muscle locked in contraction, and her body was stiff for what felt to me like an eon.

"AAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"

Her body, which seconds ago, was completely tense, now totally relaxed and she collapsed onto me with a slap. Then, almost instantly, she stiffened back up, her body forcibly tensed into the same position as before, grinding herself back into my face. This was accompanied by her drawing in a constricted breath into her lungs. She stayed this was for several seconds.

"AAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"

The entire process was repeated again.

"AAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"

And for a fourth time, but slightly less intense.

"AAIIEEE!"

The fourth time she did not collapse, her body wilted down onto me. Her sex still pressed onto my face with me licking like a drowning man. Her body twitched uncontrollably as if in a seizure, slowly receding, for what must have been ten minutes. When she finally stopped moving, so did my tongue. She lay there on me verifiably unconscious. I was lost in thought and emotion, and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up some time in the middle of the night. She had rolled off to my side, but still faced my feet. Undoubtedly, she had never waked from her experience. I rose up and retrieved a cloth to clean her up and turned her around the right way on the bed. Picking out my favorite panties of hers I drew them up her legs and into place. I went to use the toilet but was still swollen in the tube. After waiting ten minutes with no progress, I resigned to having to wait until the morning.

When nature's call told me it was now or never, I woke from my dream of having an orgasm coming from me flowing like urine.

My wife was snuggled up to my left side, her left knee propped between my thighs, slightly parting them. She was rubbing her pussy against my leg. Her left hand was toying with my nipples. Her head resting on my shoulder

"I love you, hubby. I love you, hubby. I love you very much."

She turned her head and looked into my eyes. They told me she loved me at least a thousand more times, but had a hint of deviousness to them also.

She lowered her hand from my chest and placed it with her palm centered on my penis tube, her fingers sliding over its side and cradling my testicles. She gave me a light squeeze.

"That was my first multiple orgasm, and the longest regular orgasm I've ever had. My mind was lost in a fog. I couldn't move at all after the last collapse. Thank you for keeping your tongue working. I faded into a dream all night about having an orgasm, and then I woke up a few minutes ago snuggled next to you."

I wrapped my arms around her pulling her closer. I didn't care about not getting released. Seeing her like this gave me joy that was ununderstandable.

She turned her head again and faced me, looking at me with watery eyes.

"I promise that when we get this belt off, I will pay back what you have given me"

I knew she was telling the truth.

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