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OPEN MARRIAGE
"THE VIEW FROM THE SURF" By Bill
I can't explain why I enjoy watching my tall wife have
sex with other men. I just do. Her measurements, thanks to
God and Nautilus, haven't changed since she was a model.
We were recently staying at a rented condo on Florida's
west coast, a half mile from where our first experience in
our liberated marriage began last fall. Having danced the
previous night away at a lounge, we'd waited until the
afternoon before donning our swimwear and taking the sun
umbrella and blanket down to the beach. I noticed for the
first time that the sand on the Gulf side is a bit grainier
than it is on the Atlantic side.
After an hour's swimming, my eyes felt heavy as I lay
on our beach blanket, my eyes half closed.
Ellen stood above me, combing her waist-length hair.
For the thousandth time, I was noticing that her gray eyes
complement her black hair. Her breasts strained as if they
might burst from the top of her red string-bikini. She
smiled, playfully, "If you're going to nap, I'm going back
into the water." She picked up her tropical-print beach bag,
dropped the tanning lotion in it, and rose from the towel.
Her tone was an invitation to join her, but I declined.
I slipped on an aloha shirt and slumped back on the gentle
slope of a grassy dune. A half dozen college students strode
by, eyeballing her long legs as she was walking to the surf.
given her. I don't think
of my vicarious thrill from watching other men's attraction
to Ellen as being particularly unusual.
I fell asleep. I awoke to a setting sun and reached for
a beer from the cooler. I squinted through the rippling red
rays toward Ellen standing at the water's edge.
Her arms folded, her toes twirling into the sand, she
was talking with a handsome, muscular man I aged at about
38. His straight, blond hair was only slightly longer than
that of an ordinary crewcut. He'd introduced himself as
Garry, a married pharmaceuticals salesman, staying alone in
a hotel just beyond a distant marina. He raced her to the
sunset-red water, his head bobbing slightly, surveying her
curves. They stood waist-deep in the surf, their
conversation faint against the soft fall of waves,
occasionally punctuated by Ellen's laughter.
I tilted the bottle, pulling on the beer. After the sun
slipped beneath the horizon, the Gulf of Mexico faded to a
deep blue, streaked with white waves. The beach was nearly
deserted. The nearest figure, an elderly man walking a large
yellow dog, was a 100 yards away. Finally, their voices
faded, perhaps into whispers. Occasionally Ellen looked back
assumed I hadn't, and stayed
with the man in the water until dark. In the warm night
breeze, a faint smell of a fresh catch of fish was drifting
up from a boat at a distant pier.
Stars winked against a black sky. The low moon was
partially hidden by clouds, the darkness absorbing their
forms. I entertained sexual fantasies but doubted anything
was really happening.
Two beers later, I looked at the glowing face of my
diver's watch, deciding it was time to drop the charade that
I was sleeping and go back to the condo. I walked to the
land's edge, saw that she was no longer in the water, and
trudged along a fifty yard flank of palms and palmetto
fronds to look for her. Now and then, broken sea shells
crunched beneath my sandals. I slowed my pace, trying to
decide whether I should walk in the opposite direction.
Sighs hissed from a clump of trees and brush at the top of a
dune. I assumed I'd stumbled upon a couple of locals in
after-hours frolic, then recognized the moan.
I bent and pushed through an opening in the high brush
alongside a palm tree. In the clearing, my wife's bikini was
crumpled beneath Garry's black trunks and the beach bag.
Trembling, she lay beneath him on our towel. The thin
and palmetto fronds in the moon's glare
looked like tigers' stripes against their skin. Both were
nude, their eyes locked together.
Her lower lip quivered. She moaned, betraying her
eagerness as Garry fondled her breasts. Her nipples were now
red and swollen as tips of her fingers traced a sensuous
path down his neck. Her tremorous mouth formed an "oh" as
his lips touched hers. Tasting her melon-like breasts, he
sucked each firm, reddened nipple until they stood out like
spikes. She pressed their soft ripeness against his face,
her cries of pleasure piercing the warm night air.
His engorged shaft swayed above her as she whimpered in
anticipation, her hips gyrating involuntarily in desire. Her
long legs splayed, her thighs rippled as she nervously dug
her heels into the sand. She gasped in fear of his long
cock, her hips rising in excitation. She gulped, shivering
with lust as her mouth encircled his shaft curving up from
the thick, blond pubic hair. Garry gaped at his saliva-
covered manhood, glistening as her lips glided along its
length. Ellen sucked and squeezed his cock as she mewed
helplessly, her cunt burning with the red hot coals of
My heart palpitated, my manhood swelling. I envied
Garry's length. My shaft was now as hard as his as I pumped
it slowly.
Garry pushed her trembling legs apart. Her body
shivered, her eyes following the slow downward path of his
extended shaft as he mounted her. Her eager cunt quivered
upward to touch the intrusive member. His shaft's thick,
purplish head grazed her silky-black pubic hair, then began
slithering into her lubricated depths.
Ellen moaned as her tunnel enwrapped his shaft. She
burst out, fervidly, "Garry, I'm on fire! It's all for YOU!
FOR YOU!" His broad manhood throbbed within her as she
crooned, his sinewy body hovering above her. He pumped
slowly as I breathed in unison with his long thrusts. A
long, modulated "Oh!" escaped her oval-ed lips with each
pummeling, her soft breasts heaving in rhythm with the
distant waves. Her hips writhed, engulfing him. He lingered
in a moment of intoxication, then plunged into her, riding
her with a fury.
Locking her legs around his hips, she murmured, "Oh,
Garry, I love it! I LOVE it!" She lifted her hips to meet
his as his long cock plumbed her steaming cuntal walls,
pistoning against him, wailing with each thrust.
the passion radiating between them, as if a star
were about to explode. Blood pounded in my head and groin.
Fighting the urge to join their adulterous union, I stroked
the bulge straining within my trunks. Her body pulsated as
he tunneled deeper.
Moaning, she pulled him back with her legs each time he
withdrew his assault. Her hips gyrated in glowing lust. The
image of her cunt eagerly welcoming his huge muscle burned
into my senses. Now crying, Ellen thrashed her head from
side to side as he pistoned into her, her hips swirling,
grinding her cunt against him. Swinging her long legs around
his shoulders, she squealed, "My God, Garry! I've never felt
like this!" Her eyes glistened with tears. Her face
registered surprise with each steaming entry of his massive
cock. Now, crossing a new, sizzling threshhold of adulterous
passion, she cried, "It's marvelous! I LOVE fucking you!"
His chest heaved as he looked down upon her rolling
eyes. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the vice-like
grip of her legs squeezed his buttocks, each upward stroke
lifting her from the towel. Unable to take her eyes off the
broad foot-long cock ramming into her shaved pussy, Ellen
cried, "Oh, Garry! I love your cock! God, help me! I've
this!" I was drugged with a time-stilling
sensation as she rolled, her legs pulling Garry beneath her.
Straddling him, she slowly impaled herself on his cock, her
fiery well of passion sucking in the steaming poker. Ellen
was rolling her head in wide circles, her eyes wide, as the
orgasm was building. The smell of their sex permeated the
warm night air.
Thrusting into Ellen's fevered tunnel, Garry was also
emersed in the culmination of their lust. His jaw slackened.
Gaping at her cuntal folds enveloping his firm manhood as
she bucked against him, Garry murmured, "YES, Ellen! I love
it too! I love fucking YOU!"
Her back arched, her fingers digging expectantly into
his chest. She muttered, her throat tremoring, "I'm...I'm
going to come! Come with me!" His frenzied abandon made it
clear that he too would soon explode. Gurgling, she bit into
her fist to avoid screaming. Now, plummeting into her, he
groaned, "Help me. Help me come with you!" She raised her
hips, crying deleriously as his engorged manhood propelled
inward, then withdrew to enter again. She was kneeling above
him, her cuntal walls squeezing his trapped pillar even more
tightly. The yolks of her eyes, now wide, rolled. She wailed
ips against his. My heart
was thumping like a sledgehammer.
And then they were coming together in rapturous waves.
With each shattering orgasm, her eyes rolled, her long hair
flailing the night air as she sobbed. His chest heaved as he
lay alongside her, his fingers exploring the contours of her
soft breasts. Inching deeper into the shadows, I bumped into
the palm tree and leaned against it, gasping. I'd enjoyed it
as much as she!
When he asked if he could see her again, she whispered,
"I don't think so," playfully flicking his dark shaft, then
lied, "I've never done anything like this before. I don't
want my husband to know." She sat up, murmuring,
regretfully, "We've been here too long. I have to get back
to Bill."
"I understand. But I'd like to give you my hotel's
number in case you change your mind." He pulled on his
trunks as she fumbled through her beach bag for a pencil and
paper. He scratched out his name and number. She hooked the
top half of her swim suit as she walked behind him, stuffing
his note into her suit, brushing away sand that clung to her
waist and legs.
I sprinted through the clearing toward the car, then
ack from the parking area, ignoring
Garry who was casually walking to his car, suntan oil in
hand. Smiling, she glanced toward me as she was taking down
the sunbrella. "I KNOW you were watching us," she chirped.
"Enjoy it?"
Back upstairs in our condo, Ellen queried, "Would you
mind if I saw Garry again?" I nodded negatively. She smiled
excitedly, her eyes wild, as she dialed his number, and
announced into the phone, "Hi, Garry. It's Ellen."
seven, she drove to his hotel. A "wild, wild night!" she
later told me. She and Garry were fucking until three hours
past sunrise. Garry has visited Ellen a dozen times since,
which is Ellen's story if she decides to write it.
Bizarre as our lifestyle may seem to others, Ellen and
I are as close as any couple I have known. The arrangement
has had an interesting side effect: I haven't once
considered cheating. Frankly, affairs without her couldn't
be as exciting.