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Joe was standing at the kitchen window drinking a glass of water when Kim came up behind him and slipped her arms round his waist.
“What you looking at, old timer?” Her chin rested against his shoulder, eyes peering above.
“That woman again. The same one I saw yesterday coming out from next door.”
“Am I not enough for you anymore?”
Joe pushed his butt back against her, hearing the laugh in her voice. “You know the answer to that. I was curious, that’s all.”
Kim slid around Joe’s body, gaining a better view. The woman was walking out from the ocean, pushing dark hair back from her face. She walked stiffly until her legs were clear of the surf, more elegantly as she reached the wet sand scudded by sea foam. Kim narrowed her eyes, trying to see the distant figure more clearly.
“Oh my God, Joe.”
He turned his head. “What?”
“She is gorgeous. You didn’t tell me she was beautiful!” Her voice was low, sounding a little shocked.
“I didn’t get a good look at her yesterday, only her back.”
“Well, you can see her now – see a whole lot of her in that bikini – and she’s stunning. Completely stunning.”
“Mm-hm,” Joe said, trying for a neutral tone.
Kim punched him softly on the back.
“You can look, Joe, I don’t mind. Look all you like. As long as it’s me you love.”
Kim rubbed herself against his butt and smiled when he reached around to rest his hand flat against the back of her waist.
“Always,” he said.
Kim dropped her right hand until the fingers rested lightly over the thick bulge in Joe’s swim trunks.
“Is this for her, or for me, Joe?” Her fingers cradled the shape of his half-erect cock.
“Who do you think?”
“I’m not so sure. Oh God!” Kim gasped. The woman was closer now and she reached up and tugged casually at the straps on her bikini top, easing them. The movement lifted her breasts, for a moment exposing pale undersides.
Joe’s cock filled, and he wondered if the reaction was because of Kim’s hand or the sight of the woman. She released the straps, her breasts settling back, heavy inside the bikini top. Her long belly was flat, tapering to a slim waist, flaring only slightly to narrow hips. The bikini bottom didn’t match the top, different color and style, light gray where the top was black, cut square across her legs like a pair of jockey shorts, scooped low at the front to exposed a long expanse of skin below her navel. The material, some cross of nylon and lycra, clung to every fold and curve, her pubic mound prominent. The woman had been looking down at the sand, but now she raised her head and they both knew she caught them watching through the window. Joe sensed Kim jump and try to hide behind him. He suppressed a smile. The woman tilted her head, letting them know she was watching them back. She raised her hand in a casual wave. Joe lifted his own, returning the greeting.
“You gonna say hello too, Kim?” he asked.
Kim lifted her hand off his cock and offered a small wave. The woman’s teeth flashed, white against her tan, before she turned away from them, back to the closed up house next door.
“I wonder who she is?” Kim returned her hand to Joe’s trunks.
Joe shook his head. “No idea. I assume she owns the house or is allowed to use it.”
“Wow,” Kim said.
“Wow what?”
“Nothing. Just wow.”
Joe laughed. “I didn’t realize women affected you that way.”
“We all have our little secrets, Joe.”
“Not from each other,” he said. “Never from each other.”
Kim’s head rested against the back of his shoulder. “No, you’re right. Never from each other.” Her breasts flattened against him and he felt dampness where her nipples leaked, a small amount of milk soaking two layers of cotton.
“You’re not into women, are you?” Joe asked, his curiosity, and his cock, piqued at the thought she might be.
“No… not really. But I guess I could be a little curious…” Kim wrapped her fingers around the ridge of his cock, found him harder than before.
“I didn’t know that.”
“Well now you do.” She lifted her hand, burrowing in past the elastic of his trunks until her fingers found his bare cock.
“Is Ami asleep?” Joe asked as Kim began stroking along his length.
She nodded against his back. “Do you think you want to lie down too, Joe?”
“It might do me good,” Joe said.
“Me too,” Kim said.
Joe followed his wife upstairs to the bedroom. Kim lay back on the bed and looked up at him with open need in her face. Their sex life was good before Ami was conceived, but during pregnancy Kim went wild, constantly needing sex. Different positions, different ways, different places and times. Joe was more than happy to oblige. Something about the way Kim’s body changed as life grew inside her, about the way her stomach bloomed, becoming smooth and tight, turned him on more than he could bear. After Ami was born there came a gap, a hiatus in their normally vibrant sex life as Kim recovered; but she still continued to suck his cock until he filled her mouth. Kim worked hard restoring her figure and four months after Ami’s birth she looked even better than before. Because Ami was feeding, Kim’s breasts remained large and Joe was constantly turned on by their sensitivity, turned on by the milk leaking from her nipples. He was aware of it now, staining the front of her t-shirt around the hard peaks tenting the loose cotton.
Joe moved to close the blinds covering the bedroom windows, but Kim said, “Leave them, babe.”
“What if someone looks in from the beach?”
Kim rolled on her side and stared through the window, shutters forming dark wooden shadows beyond the glass, slicing the beach and sky into strips. “So?” She started touching herself outside her bikini briefs, lifting her leg so Joe could see more clearly where her fingers lay.
“Fuck, Kim.” Joe sat on the edge of the bed, his cock painful inside his trunks. “We can’t do this.” The tall windows in the bedroom reached almost to the floor offering an uninterrupted view of the beach, equally presenting a clear view in for anyone outside. It was the reason the shutters covered them. When closed.
“Mm, we can,” Kim said, “I want you to fuck me, Joe, but slow, real slow.”
She reached across and tugged at his trunks. They had to come off, and as she pulled them down his cock jerked up hard against his belly and Joe caught Kim watching hungrily, her expression one Joe recognized, knowing its meaning.
“Oh my God, do you think you can manage slow?” she asked.
“I can try, and if I can’t manage slow maybe we can carry on anyway.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.” Kim grinned and Joe saw her expression change as a new idea came to her. “Okay, fast is good too, Joe. Cover me in cum and afterward we’ll do it again but slower.”
Kim lifted her hips from the bed as Joe tugged at her bikini briefs, allowing him to draw them down her slim legs. Kim had shaved her pussy for the birth, claiming someone had told her it was more hygienic, although Joe believed she was making the story up. Then a couple of months after the birth she started shaving there again. As the lowering bikini exposed her sex Joe’s eyes devoured the smooth exposed skin between her legs. She knew how much he liked her smooth skin; Joe too recognizing being shaved excited Kim too. She wanted him to do the same, but other than allowing her to trim his pubic hair short and shave his ball sac he had resisted so far, although the idea was beginning to grow on him, lodging insidiously in his mind as he wondered what it would be like to fuck her with no hair between them at all.
Joe pulled his t-shirt over his head. Kim lay passive, waiting for him to strip hers off. First he leaned over and kissed the edge of her thigh, his nose touching between her legs, his tongue following and he found her thighs wet, her labia plump with arousal. Kim pushed against his lips and Joe drew back teasingly. She lifted her arms above her head, exposing all of her now taut belly. Joe grinned and slid a hand beneath the cotton and traced a line with his finger around her right breast, deliberately avoiding her nipple until she squirmed and he took pity. The instant his fingers touched the hard nub Kim jerked and gave a muted cry, pushing the back of her hand against her mouth. Joe felt the slickness around Kim’s nipple as milk expressed. She didn’t seem able to stop the milk since arriving at the beach house, whether because she was producing too much or because of the sex neither of them knew or cared. The break from routine had made them both more sensitive to arousal. They couldn’t get enough of each other, and when Kim’s breasts leaked it turned Joe on more than he thought possible. At times, they more than leaked. When she was especially aroused at the moment of climax her right nipple, the one Ami used less, would spurt warm milk against him, never failing to tip him over. Just thinking about it was making Joe tremble, and he knew he was incapable of lasting as long as Kim needed to achieve her own satisfaction.
“Is quick okay?” he asked, and she grinned.
“Oh yeah, Joe, as fast as you want babe.”
Joe pulled the t-shirt over Kim’s head, mussing up her blonde curls. Joe watched Kim slide around on the mattress until her head hung over the edge, knowing exactly what he wanted. She lifted her knees so her heels rested on the far side of the mattress. Joe took his weight on his hands, pressing down into the covers on either side of Kim’s hips, and let the aching head of his cock lie against the side of her face.
“No – fast.” She reached for him, breath hot against his belly, hair brushing his thigh. Her fingers found his cock and he groaned as she brought him to her lips. She placed the thick head of his cock against her mouth and waited. Joe trembled against her lips, letting Kim feel his need and when he pressed she offered token resistance, forcing Joe to push the head of his cock between her lips.
Joe arched over Kim, his tongue seeking her pussy as his cock slid deeper into her mouth, curving against her, belly pressing against her nipples and she gasped around his cock even as it filled her mouth. He was deep inside her now and she pushed back against his hips. Joe eased the pressure, aware Kim was at the limit of what she could take, wishing he could bury himself entirely inside her mouth but knowing that was not possible, satisfied with what she offered. They had tried in the past, slowly and quickly, and Kim could only ever manage half his length before starting to gag.
Joe stretched, his tongue finding the slippery wet sensitivity between Kim’s legs as she stroked his balls with her nails, making him shiver. His ball sac tightened and he knew he was on a hair trigger and this would take no time at all. As his tongue opened her sex Kim pressed her thighs against his face and pushed up, gaining what pleasure she could before he exploded. His balls stroked against the bridge of her nose and Joe imagined what Kim would see, no longer worried about any part of his body on display to her because she told him nothing was out of bounds, proving it now as her hand searched along the cleft of his ass and a fingertip found his asshole. That simple, single touch was all the trigger he needed.
Joe’s mouth lifted from her pussy as the curn filled his cock. He jerked into her mouth, for a moment going too deep before regaining a measure of control. The first hard explosion of semen splashed against Kim’s tongue and then he was filling her mouth, his seed slippery and slick on her tongue and he watched as she allowed it to slide from her lips, slide along her upturned face as he erupted again and again until she had no choice but to swallow.
Joe held himself against her, shaking, his cock slowly deflating. Kim sucked hard around his softening length, drawing the last reluctant drops from him and he pulled away and sat on his heels on the bare wooden floor, bent over and kissed her, his face upside down to hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. The taste of his cum in her mouth excited him, and Joe was aware this was turned her on too.
Joe knew Kim was only starting, and the thought of how aroused she had become since arriving at the beach began to thicken his cock again; not hard yet, but longer than a moment before. He tugged her around on the bed, flipping her onto her front, kissed his way along her slim back, kissing the deep valley running along her spine. Slowly he worked his way up, knowing she liked certain things, knowing the places on Kim’s body that made her shiver. Here, to the right of her spine, below the shoulder blade – something extremely sensitive lay at that point though neither knew exactly what. The right degree of pressure was required, and Joe pushed two fingers down into the muscle, finding a tiny node, some microscopic point, aware he had found the exact spot when Kim bucked and yelped.
Joe laughed. “Are you sure you like me doing that?”
Kim shook her head. “I’m not sure. Yes. No. It hurts, but it’s exquisite as well… like there’s a direct connection through to my tits.” She laughed into the bed covers. “God Joe, I’ve squirted on the sheets again.”
“Don’t sweat it.” He released the pressure of his fingers and kissed her on the same spot. “Get ‘em as wet as you like. We’ve got plenty more.”
“What’s the cleaner going to think when she finds a basket full of stained bed sheets?” She half turned on her side, looking back at him, seeing the amusement in his face.
“She’ll be jealous, I guess.”
“Too right,” Kim said. “I still want it slow, Joe, don’t forget.” He saw her glance down to where his three quarter erect cock swung against her ass, wriggling against him, making him stiffen further.
“Is Ami down for a while?” he asked, nuzzling into her neck, searching for more pleasure points. He had identified three or four around her neck. Kim loved her earlobes being sucked and nipped. Loved when he kissed just behind her ears, when he sucked against her neck, around the side and back.
Kim groaned. “She’ll be down for an hour at least. She took a good feed.”
Joe kissed her behind one ear, gooseflesh dimpling instantly against her arms and he smiled. His fingers stroked her back, sliding down between the cheeks of her ass and Kim pushed one leg to the side, parting herself in encouragement. Joe laid his finger against her sweet pink asshole and slowly moved the tip in a circle.
“How long can you hold out?” he whispered into her neck.
“Ages,” Kim said. “Ages and ages.”
“Are you sure?” Joe lifted his finger to his mouth and wet the length against his tongue. When his finger returned to her ass he pressed lightly, opening her. He watched his fingertip work inside Kim’s tight asshole, the sight causing his cock to harden fully. Kim must have felt him stiffen and slide against her side because she twisted, not so much that Joe’s attention on her ass was distracted, but enough to allow her hand to reach him.
Joe slapped her fingers aside. “No – you come next, babe. You’re not allowed to touch.”
“Want to touch,” Kim groaned.
Joe shook his head. “No. Tell me what else you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“I do, but you got to tell me. You got to ask me, Kimmy.”
“Not fair.”
Joe removed his fingertip from her ass, wetted to the knuckle and pressed back inside, further than before. The tight ridged wall closed around his finger and his cock was fully erect now, pressed against Kim’s side. She reached for him again. Joe used one hand to grab her wrist and lift it above her head. She tried to reach around with the other and he caught that too, held them in his large hand, easily gripping both wrists, pressing them down on the bed above Kim’s head.
“Joe,” Kim moaned. “Please babe, you know what I want you to do to me.”
“What’s that, Kim?” Joe said into her ear, nuzzling a sensitive spot until her arms pimpled again. The cheeks of her ass and thighs as well, blooming into gooseflesh as he nibbled and licked her neck.
“I want you to play with my ass, Joe,” Kim said into the pillow, her voice muffled.
“I am, babe,” he said, pressing his finger deeper. Kim pushed back against him, trying to force it further inside.
“More,” she said. “I want more than your finger.”
“What do you want?” he asked, kissing her narrow shoulder blades. He moved lower, tracing the edge of her ribs with his tongue.
“Oh yes Joe, go on babe…” she sighed.
“Tell me,” he said again, pausing as his lips reached the first bloom of her ass. His finger turned, pushed, withdrew and entered again.
“Oh please, Joe… please…”
He licked the side of her hip, drew his tongue to the center of her back and kissed once more. Kim lifted herself, opening her ass to him. Joe lifted his head and started to move back along her side, kissing as he went. He felt her trying to free her hands, trying to wriggle from his grasp.
“No!” she gasped. “Other way, Joe, please, the other way.”
He smiled against her skin, so smooth and soft, so wonderfully scented by motherhood.
“Tell me,” he said.
“You bastard,” she hissed.
“You got to tell me what you want, Kimmy. Bad girls only get if they ask.”
“You know, Joe. Don’t make me say it, babe.”
“I don’t know, Kim. You got to tell me.”
“Ohh…” Kim groaned into the pillow, twisting hard against him and he gripped her wrists tighter and held her down, but he moved his mouth along her back until he reached once more the spot where her spine tucked inside the flare of her ass and she stopped fighting him.
“Ask me, Kim,” he said, and something in his voice caused her to shiver.
“Lick me,” Kim said.
“Where?” Joe whispered.
“Lick my asshole, Joe.”
He grinned, finally moving down, letting his tongue trail saliva along the deep crack of her ass. He hesitated, teasing again before moving to his target. He withdrew his finger, placed the tip of his tongue where his finger had been and circled Kim’s perfect pink opening.
“Like this?” he asked.
Joe sensed her head shake somewhere up out of his sight.
“No, Joe. Inside. I want your tongue inside my ass.”
Joe stiffened his tongue and pushed, barely opening her, tasting the musk of her ass, loving the way she tasted, loving every single thing about her.
“Like this?” he asked, withdrawing.
Again the shake of her head. “Inside, Joe,” she moaned. “All the way inside me.”
He grinned and returned to the spot he knew was Kim’s most sensitive, repeated the process but this time pushing harder, opening her wide to his tongue and probing inside. The ridged muscle walls granted willing access and he pushed again until his lips pressed flat against her ass, his tongue deep inside. Kim lifted up to him, raising her hips high so he entered as deeply as possible, pushing back against him. Joe finally released her wrists, used his hands to lift her hips against him, and Kim reached underneath, her arm against his face as she pushed her own fingers into her pussy. Joe heard a soft liquid sound as she probed herself, smelled the aroma of her sex coming from between her legs.
This obsession with her ass was something new. Something Kim had wanted since getting pregnant. Almost at once the slightly staid lovemaking they had enjoyed was swept aside. Joe still remembered the almost electric shock that ran through his body the first time she rolled over and stuck her ass in the air, making plain what she needed. He had been tentative that first time, until discovering how wonderful she tasted, and how the act excited him, the taboo arousing them both.
Kim lay beneath him now, close to coming, and he pulled away. She groaned as Joe reached underneath and tugged her fingers from her pussy. She wanted slow, he could give her slow. He dragged himself up and gripped his cock, placed the head against her wet asshole. They had tried this several times before, both wanting this, but the act proved impossible, Kim too tight. They had persisted as her belly grew but each time, however long they took in preparation, however much lube they applied, when Joe pressed, pushing the thick head of his cock against her ass, Kim encouraged him before crying out as her tight orifice rejected any invasion. It wasn’t the pain, she said, she wanted him inside her, but he was too big and she too small. Since that attempt his tongue and finger had been what she wanted, or what she had settled for, still wanting more, always hoping to take the next step.
Joe teased Kim, pressing lightly, watching as her ass widened around the head of his cock.
“Yes,” she gasped and he pressed harder, but what they were attempting was impossible. Kim pushed back against him, pushed hard but the physics were wrong, camels and eyes of needles, so instead he humped against her, his cock lightly touching her ass and when her legs began to collapse he pulled away again and gave her a moment. Kim shivered and he saw she was on the point of coming. He stroked her back, the cheeks of her slim ass, slipped his hand inside her thighs and pulled them open.
“Fuck me, Joe,” she said.
“I thought you wanted slow?”
“Fuck slow. Do me, babe, do me now.”
Kim lifted her hips in the air. She twisted and turned her back to Joe. His cock was solid and aching, pulsing in time to his rapid heartbeat. He grasped her hips and walked on his knees between her legs, let the tip of his cock rest lightly against the engorged lips of her pussy.
For the first time since starting he looked at the north window, his higher position allowing him a view across to the other house. He wondered if the blinds hid them from view or not, and realized he didn’t care. The idea of the beautiful stranger seeing them fuck ran like an electric current through his body. He pressed forward and slid inside. Kim gasped once before putting her head down on the edge of the bed and pushing back onto his cock.
Joe reached around and cupped a breast, aroused at the slickness against his palm as Kim leaked milk. He let a small amount gather in his palm before spreading the warm liquid over her breast and Kim moaned into the covers. Joe kissed her shoulder, stroking steadily into her now, hearing her growing excitement, knowing she was almost ready.
When he looked up again the woman had come out on the faded porch and was standing with her arms wrapped around the back of her neck. She had changed into a pair of denim shorts and t-shirt, a gap between shorts and top showing her navel, full breasts stretching the top. She was looking out across the beach toward the sea.
“Don’t stop,” Kim gasped, and Joe realized he had slowed.
“She’ll see us,” he said.
Kim lifted her head and saw the woman. Joe paused, waiting for her to turn in their direction.
“Don’t stop, Joe,” Kim repeated.
He started to thrust once more, expecting Kim to drop her head again, but she kept it raised, continuing to gaze at the woman. Maybe a hundred feet separated their window from the porch of the other house. Not far.
Kim tightened around his cock and Joe recognized the signs. She was within seconds of coming.
The woman lowered her arms, bent at the waist and placed her palms flat on the wooden floor of the porch. She performed the movement easily, naturally, expending no effort. Kim moaned and reached beneath herself, finding Joe’s balls with her palm.
The woman straightened and shook her shoulders, stepped down off the porch and turned right, toward their house. Her head stayed down until she reached the corner of the porch. As she turned to go behind the house she lifted her eyes and gazed across the gap. She was staring directly into the bedroom window, directly at them. Her expression didn’t change, and Joe was unable to tell if she could see them or not.
“She’s watching us fuck,” Kim gasped, but didn’t stop, if anything riding back harder against Joe, starting to twitch and gasp as her climax gathered and peaked. “Fuck me, Joe,” she grunted.
He gripped her hips hard and thrust deep inside.
“No!” Kim gasped as she shook. “On my ass. Come on my ass, Joe.”
He pulled out as the first splash of semen erupted from his cock, aimed and let most of his stream splash over Kim’s parted ass, and she jerked and cried out as Joe’s semen sprayed hot against her. Joe watched his seed slide along the crack of her ass as a second stream erupted, and he aimed the jet directly against Kim’s asshole. He looked up, and the woman was still standing beside the house. She had stopped on the corner of the porch, only a hundred feet separating her from their window, and she continued to look across. The idea she was observing them raised conflicting emotions in Joe. Excitement at being watched by her, embarrassment for the same reason. Excitement won and he shot again, arcing harder so the stream of cum spattered along Kim’s back. Her head was up and she too was looking across to the other house, mouth open. She bucked suddenly as a second climax hit her and milk splashed from her right breast and pooled on the sheet.
Joe finally moved beyond the oblivion of his climax and leaned over Kim, spreading the slippery semen across the cheeks of her ass, pushing some inside her ass with his finger. Kim sank on to her belly, her head to one side, hair plastered around her face and neck.
“She saw us, Joe,” Kim whispered.
“I’m not sure.” Joe lay beside her, stroking her back.
“She did. She could see us. She was watching you come on me.”
Joe kissed her shoulder. “How do you feel about that, if she was watching?”
Kim giggled. “Made it special, Joe. Made it really special.”
Joe looked past Kim’s shoulder as the woman turned away, continued walking along the side of the house to where the rusted fender of a pickup showed. He reached around Kim and cupped her breast, wetness under his hand where she had splashed herself, and pulled her back against his body, wanting more of her.
***
Joe tore salad leaves, reached for the small Sabatier from the wooden knife block on the beech worktop, and used it to peel an Avocado. He tossed the soiled knife in the wash-bowl before reaching for the big knife, his favorite because the sleek metal oozed quality and purpose. Joe had always liked quality. Quality was what first attracted him to Kim. The knife sliced the tomatoes without effort, Joe unaware of doing anything. He sliced cucumber as though made of air. He loved this knife, so instead of tossing it after the first he gently washed the ten inch steel blade then dried the metal carefully before slipping the knife back into the slot in the heavy wood block. Behind him he heard Kim snort. He turned to see Ami clasping her breast.
“What?” he asked.
“The way you make love to that knife I’m getting worried about you, Joe.”
“It’s a work of art.”
She made the snort again. “You know what they say about men and knives.”
“No, what do they say?”
Kim used her free hand to make an obscene gesture, reminding Joe of what they had been doing only a few hours before.
“Yeah, well, you don’t seem to mind a little knife action now and then, I’ve noticed.” He jerked his hips at her.
Kim laughed, disturbing Ami who grizzled at her interrupted feeding. Kim took the opportunity to change her to the other nipple.
“You making out you got ten inches as well?” she asked sweetly.
“Never had any complaints,” Joe said, grinning.
Kim chuckled and winked at him. “I wonder what that would be like, Joe. A ten inch cock.”
“Not sure about ten inches,” Joe said. “Four might be more suitable. You’d probably be able to get four inches up your ass.”
“Oh, Joe!” Kim threw a cup at him, laughing. Joe reached out and snatched it from the air one handed, placed the cup on the worktop.
“Only thinking of you, babe,” he said.
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