Wife Alone at the Beach

Literotic asexstories – Wife Alone at the Beach by Tsumanamo,Tsumanamo
From my wife’s perspective

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The beach is near deserted. Just a group of people off to my left playing volleyball and a few late beach goers enjoying the sun set.

I lay my book to the side in the sand and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of the lake breeze. One more run into the lake to get drenched then I will head for home.

I go out into the deeper water and bob in and out wetting my hair then I go deep staying down as long as I can before I am forced up for air. I feel my leg brush against something large and get embarrassed as I didn’t even know there were other swimmers around. I come up for air and to apologize. I wipe my eyes and sputter water from my mouth. In that second it takes me to get my bearings, I feel a strong arm around me and a hand clamped over my mouth. My eyes shoot open and I see a man average height standing in front of me grinning. I feel myself being lifted and carried toward the beach. “I love it when they come alone and stay late don’t you.”

The man holding me just laughs. “They make it so easy.”

My feet are out of the water now so I start to kick the guy carrying me. “Oh look, she is trying to fight. Isn’t that sweet… and useless.” His voice has a hint of malice in it that makes my blood go cold.

The shorter man stops and takes my feet in one hand. His grip tight, almost bone crushingly tight. He helps His friend carry me the rest of the way up the beach. They throw me back on the picnic table. Now I see the man holding me. He is big… tall and broad in the chest. The angle of the sun keeps his face in shadows but His eyes are bright and I feel like I could drown in the lust I see there.

He stands between my legs so that I can’t close them. holding me down so his friend can tie me up. My ankles are tied to the legs of the table, then my wrists. I have very little wiggle room.

The smaller of the two whispers in my ear, “If you are a good girl and don’t fight it, we will take what we want and let you go. Who knows You might even like it.” He wads up a piece of cloth and shoves it into my mouth. “Just in case You think to yell for help.”

The bigger of the two starts to touch me. His two strong hands travel from my shoulders then over my wet bathing suit top, sliding the shoulder straps off. I feel the breeze hit my exposed breasts then his hands are covering them, pulling at the nipples. My body starts to respond

His friend chuckles. “Looks like we have a live one.”

I hear a clicking sound and my eyes shoot open. The late day sun reflects off the knife. “I am not going to hurt you, but I beg you to lay still. I just need to see your pussy.”

I squirm and moan… no… but soon I feel the cold metal sliding under my bottoms. I feel his knuckle brush against my clit… then slowly he slides it down my pussy lips. I can feel wetness and know it is my own. “mmmmm… She is already getting wet. This should be fun.”

He hooks a finger into the crotch and pulls them out. I hear the material give way to the blade. A breeze blows at that moment over my pussy lips, causing me to buck upwards. “mmm… Look, she is begging. Is this what you want?” He asks and slides a finger in.

I don’t say a word but my hips rise a little. Soon my moans are joined by a deeper one. He slides me down to the edge of the table. He grabs my hips lifting them up, then presses his hips into me. I feel his cock hardening through the material of his swim trunks, which is a bit rough against my exposed pussy lips, and I moan louder “Oh god…”.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs and ass, then in a matter of seconds he is buried deep inside me. I cry out and thrash my head from side to side enjoying the feel of his large cock sliding in and out, slowly at first then he picks up speed, spurred on my my obvious enjoyment. My eyes find his friend’s face. He is standing off to the side watching, his cock in his hand. It is thick and short. Really thick. I can’t help but get a little more excited thinking of that spreading my lips wide.

His eyes leave mine and nudges His friend. They look off to the side I try to see what is going on, but whatever it is is outside of my line of sight.

“Whats going on here? ” I hear a strange voice. My captors laugh. “We found a treasure on the beach. Want to share?”

The one pounding me pounds me even harder and he laughs as I try to meet his thrusts. I blush as there is yet another watcher seeing my eagerness to be raped and used. The man inside me moans, and quickens His pace.

“Oh my god, she is gripping my cock with her pussy. Oh god, I am going to blow my load deep inside her.”

I don’t hear much more of the conversation. I am completely concentrating on his thrusts, feeling myself being pushed into an orgasm. The waves flowing over me seconds before I feel him slam deep holding, for a second as he starts to shoot his load. No sooner does his thrust stop when I hear, “Who’s next?” from his smaller friend.

My head turns and I see three other men watching me. “OMG, I think… I am about to be gang banged.”

My pussy gives a little twitch and I start breathing heavy through my nose.

“Look how excited she is.” someone says as I feel another man move between my legs, the fingers of his left hand exploring as his right hand strokes his cock. He slides in and moans, “oh god… she is so fucking wet!”

From that point out, I don’t remember much. Only the feel of each new cock as it pounds me. I lose track of time, and of how many times I have reached orgasm tonight. I keep glancing at the second of my captors, still standing off to the side watching, his thick cock in his hand… waiting. I keep hoping he will be the next to take his turn. His eyes rake over my naked body then come to rest on my face. I hear a low growl and my body bucks upward. My lips draw my lover in deeper. I hear claps of approval from the crowd of watchers. If only they knew that my response is not because of them… but from the silent watcher.

I catch him looking at me again. I lick my lips at him, locking eyes with him as man after man uses me. My hunger for that thick cock grows with each thrust of a different cock. I see his shaft getting harder as he notices my attention.

I feel hot cum being shot on to my belly and I am brought back to reality. No one new moves in to use me, My legs are sore. My body is sore. I know there will be bruises,. I am covered in cum from my neck to my thighs. Some of the men have started to move off. I hear their lighthearted laughter and catch tidbits of “Damn that was good”, “too bad we can’t keep her.”

I feel so well used… but a part of me still wants something else… still wants the one cock I didn’t have yet.

I feel my wrist and legs being untied, the gag removed from my mouth. Before I can stop myself I have moaned, “Why didn’t YOU like me?”

He laughs. “Oh sweet one… don’t worry, I am no where near done with you.”

He lifts me up, carrying me back to the lake. Soon I feel the cool water touching my ass, then we are deeper. It laps at my naked breasts. For several minutes he stands in the surf, the cold water pounds against us washing away most of what is stuck to me, then he turns and makes his way back to the beach.

Just shy of the shore line, he lets my feet drop, still holding me close. He leans in, raping my lips with his, his tongue forcing its way deep in my mouth. His hands, those big beefy hands, grip my upper arms tight then I feel myself being spun and tossed to the ground.

I start to rise to my hands and knees and he is behind me. He grips my arms and he pulls me back, his thick cock stretching my pussy lips wide. My screams of passion and pleasure echo out into the water as he takes me. The water batters me around as he continues to pound into me. He has hold of my hips and my shoulders, sometimes pulling on my pony tail to keep me in place as he uses me for His pleasure.

His hands find my breast and my clit, rubbing and pinching that hard little nub, laughing as I squirm and buck under him. Each of my orgasms seem to cause him to get a little rougher, slapping my ass, digging his nails into the flesh of my lower back and ass.

He pulls me up right. Still buried deep inside me and his breath in my ear, he whispers, telling me what it feels like to be inside me. What he wants to still do to me. I moan and squirm against him, trying to keep him deep inside me, trying to make this last.

Then his last words stop me in my tracks and trigger a huge, almost mind blowing orgasm

“mmmm… Such a good little slut you are. Your husband was right. I am going to have to do this again…. and again.”