It’s contradictory that I’m a possessive asshole who likes being watched. I get off knowing that other men want my wife, but can’t have her. Wren isn’t an exhibitionist like I am, though, so I’ve had to replay one beautiful night we had at a club when we first got together. I took her in a dark overlook while we watched the crowd dance below us. I’ve jerked off to that memory many times.
I would never push her to do something she was uncomfortable with, but I will push her limits to keep things interesting for us. So this trip, I’ll seek to find a middle ground to give us both a satisfying vacation.
I slap her ass when she bends down to grab a cover-up. “I’m not worried about anyone seeing you in this. With my handprint on your ass, no man is going to be confused that you’re taken.”
She holds up her hand and flashes the ring I got her after our third anniversary. “I already have this beast you put on my finger.”
When I got her to agree to marry me, after everything we’d been through, I put a large rock on her finger. It was part to celebrate that she’d be mine forever, and part to warn every man within looking distance that she’d be mine forever. Worth every penny.
I grab a couple of the hotel towels and urge her out the door. She manages to snag her coverup on the way out the door and pull it over her head. I guess I can be okay with it on the walk down to the beach from the hotel.
We set our towels out on a couple of lounge chairs under an umbrella provided by the hotel. I pre-packed our bag with the essentials, like water and sunscreen. “Roll over. I’ve got to make sure all this creamy skin is protected,” I instruct her.
Wren does as she’s told, but she left off a really important part of our little game. I smooth the creamy white lotion into her skin, and when it’s absorbed, I smack the opposite cheek. “There, now you have a matching set.”
She turns to glare at me over her shoulder. “What was that for?”
“I told you to roll over, and what did you do?” I prompt her.
“I rolled over,” she says.
I slap the other cheek to freshen up the mark. “And what did you forget to say?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answers.
I stroke the reddened skin. “That’s my good girl. Now, let’s go for a swim.”
“I don’t really want to get in the water yet. What if it’s cold?” she asks.
“I’ll keep you warm,” I say as I toss her over my shoulder and run to the water.
The water is cool, but not too cold. Still, she shrieks a little as I lower her into the water. Not that I put her down. I wrap her legs around my waist.
Her eyes pop open wide. “Here?” she whisper-yells and looks around.
I rock her against my erection. There are people on the beach, but no one in the water close to us. “You can say no,” I tell her, and rub her core against my aching cock one more time.
She shudders. “Are you sure no one will see us?”
I let my fingers creep under the hem of her bottoms and stroke her clit. “No, but that’s part of the excitement.”
Her breathing picks up. I sink my fingers into her pussy and bounce her up and down, fucking her with my hand while she thinks.
“Well, Baby Bird,” I stop moving my hand, “do you want to come?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I curve my fingers once and pause again. “What was that? Yes, Daddy, what?”
“Please let me come, Daddy,” she begs.
I pull my hand free, and she whimpers. “Fret not, Daddy will make you feel good.”
Pulling aside her bottoms, I work my shorts down past my erection. Easier said than done with her legs still wrapped around my waist. Once it’s free, I align the head of my cock, and sheath myself inside of her.
The waves rock us back and forth, moving her up and down my cock slowly. It’s like sweet torture. I put my hands on her thighs and speed up the motion.
I let go of one of her legs, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pull her mouth to mine. She starts to moan in my mouth, and somehow it makes me even harder.
