“My trophy wife, hmmm?” you say, trying hard to hide the look on your face when you mention “wife.” Jess nods, and bites her lower lip. She likes playing roles, you've found and you wonder if you might get a bit of action if you keep up the act on the beach. “Wouldn't a trophy wife suck my cock before we went out?” Jess shrugs.
“If you play your cards right, I'll suck you off on the beach. I don't have much experience being a trophy wife, but I can wing it.” You groan and Jess laughs. “Don't play if you can't win, . How hard are you? Can we go out without you embarrassing yourself?” You laugh and both just hang out for a moment. Eventually the air conditioning gets to both of you, and Jess wraps her beach towel around her. You walk together through the lobby, and you admit to Jess that you are just as excited as her about the beach. She gets an extra bounce in your step, and as you walk out the door, you're blasted with ocean sounds, sights, and smells. The salt water crashing against the shore is almost sensory overload and you both instantly feel the other relax. You walk arm in arm finding an empty stop on a not-too crowded beach. You both drop your towels, and you take an extra moment to regard your 'trophy wife' as she straightens the towel out. You take particular pleasure in watching her breasts hang away from her body, held only by the thin straps of her almost-bikini. You take a quick look around and notice one or two people taking glances, but nothing out of the unusual. At most, you see three couples, and a few guys walking around. One of them has a surfboard, but he's much further down the beach. Surprised, you wonder why the beach is so empty.
“We won't go into the water,” Jess says, apparently reading your mind. She points to a sign that's been posted to the lone lifeguard towers. There's a picture of a shark and some writing under it. “Sharks.” Jess says. “Ah well. We can walk in the surf. Not that I'm sure this bikini would hold to the waves anyway,” she giggles. “I really did just pick it up so I could seduce you more quickly.”
“Like you need any help,” you scoff. Jess laughs. You both walk through the surf for a moment, and you notice Jess's eyes glued to the surfboarder, who's come closer. You can finally make him out. He's tall, and has the beach-body that every guy is told that he should have. His hair is blond, probably from the sun, and he's a bronze color. You watch with an amused smile as Jess follows him with her eyes before turning to realize you've caught her. “Oh. He's.. I just didn't know if he was going to go surfing with the sharks out.” She actually blushes a bit and you kiss her cheek.
“It's ok for you to look, too, darling,” you tell her. “As long as I don't catch you guys together later.” Jess slaps your arm.
“Just filing him away for alone time,” she whispers. “I'm sure you've got quite the database in your head, too. Who do you think of?” You smile.
“You,” you say. Jess snorts.
“Bullshit. I think of a few people. One's that guy from the cafe down the road from my apartment.” You gasp. “No, not the fat guy. That tall, skinny guy with the bright green eyes. It's the eyes. Now you.”
“Sarah,” you mumble. Jess starts.
“My best friend Sarah?” she asks. “Why her.... Oh, those tits. Nice, . I wish I'd known. I might have set something up.” You look surprised, then shake your head.
“She's your friend, and I wouldn't. But...” Jess interrupts, kissing your cheek.
“She's got a great rack. Trust me, I've seen it. I've felt it. I understand. See, it's not so bad. Both people we know, kinda. Nothing wrong with fantasy, . Now, I'm your trophy wife; how do you display ownership of a trophy wife?”
You grin at her and kiss her, long, and hard. You feel her tongue begin battling yours then immediately begin pawing at her breasts. Jess gasps and pulls away as you continue mauling her.
“What are you doing?” she hisses. You continue to play with her breasts, more gently.
“Proving to every guy on the beach that you're mine,” you say playfully. You pull aside the left bikini strap, revealing her breast. Jess shudders, but says nothing as you paw her bare tit, tweaking her nipple. “Oh, someone's looking,” you tell her. Jess immediately turns her head, covering her breast with her hand as she spots one of the couples smiling, the older gentleman leering at her. The woman covers her mouth, but from this distance you can't make out if it's from shock, or if she's smiling. You cover Jess's tit back up and pull her to your side.
“How was that?” you ask. Jess shudders.
“Embarrassing. And hot. What else do you have to do to prove it?” she asks. |