I Want To Be Watched

It’s a thrill unlike any other.

My husband laughed as he grabbed my hand and dragged me down the beach.

“Where are we going?” I asked, enjoying the sight of the sun slowly setting over the western horizon. The colors streaked across the sky were simply breathtaking.

“I found a lovely little spot, it’s nice and secluded, we can do what you’ve always wanted.”

That’s when I realized what he meant, and why he had the picnic blanket wrapped over his arm. Years ago he’d asked me my fantasy. I’d been a little shy so I told him I dreamed of having sex on the beach, with the sound of waves crashing nearby.

I didn’t think he’d be up for my actual fantasy. Most people are a little too shy.

So, I let him pull me along, not wanting to spoil his excitement as he led me down the beach to the head, and the secluded patch he’d found.

Nestled up against the headland, the rocks on one side obscured us from the rest of the beach. My husband spread out the blanket and I kicked off my flip-flops.

It was surreal, standing there listening to the crashing waves and sound of people speaking. It got me so wet thinking that they might be able to hear us too.

“Are you going to stand there staring or are you going to get on your knees like a good boy?”

My husband always did like it when I took charge.

His eyes went wide, but he dropped to his knees as I pulled the strings on my bikini bottoms and let them fall away. The voices seemed to grow nearer, and as my hubby started looking around, I guided his head where it belonged. Right between my legs.

“Eat me, what are you waiting for?”

Leaning forward, he parted my already soaked folds and started exploring my sex. He was always good with his tongue.

I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him into me. It felt so good, I peeled my bikini top aside and started playing with my nipples.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Mmm. Taste me.”

The voices drew nearer, which only served to heighten my anticipation. I pushed him onto his back, and yanked down his board shorts. His cock sprang free, and he was already hard when I took him in my mouth.

“What’s gotten into you?” My hubby asked as I devoured his wood.

“This,” I whispered as I straddled him.

From the look on his face, he had no idea whether it was the beach sex or whether I was talking about his cock that I was working back and forth against my soaked folds.

In truth it was the thought that someone might catch us here, in the act. I’d always been an exhibitionist but I’d never had an outlet for my fantasy and my hubby had never risked misbehaving in public before.

I took him to the hilt in a single thrust, grinding myself against him. If anyone was close enough to hear us, the moan I let out was going to give us away. Not that I cared, at this point I was committed. I wanted to be caught, maybe not by the cops, but the thought of someone seeing me only made me want to ride him harder.

Putting both my hands on his chest, I rocked back and forth, leaning back a little so that he rubbed me just right.

My hubby grabbed my breasts, massaging them in his palms, heightening my ecstasy.

“Oh shit,” my husband gasped.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” I cooed, grinding into him hard.

“Not me, up there,” he nodded toward the top of the rocks and started trying to get up.

I looked up and saw two guys in their twenties, standing on top of the rocks, staring down at us, a big ol’ grin on their faces.

They were watching us fuck, and grinning about it, the horny little bastards. The realization sent a jolt of pleasure right through me.

I put my hands on his chest, pushing him back onto the picnic blanket.

“Don’t you dare, I’m so close,” I whispered. “Now, fuck me, harder.”

“But they’re watching,” he protested.

“Doesn’t it make you hard?” I replied, riding him harder. “Knowing they wish they were you.”

I moved my husband’s hands to my hips, so that our friends on the cliff could enjoy an unobscured view of my breasts as they rose and fell with each thrust. After all, they were kind of cute.

The cheeky little bastards unzipped their flies and pulled out their cocks.

I could feel my hubby tensing as I rode him like a prize bull.

“This is what you wanted?” he asked.

“Yes,” I groaned. “I’ve always wanted this.”

The two guys stroked themselves into a frenzy, shouting obscene encouragement down at us.

“What a MILF,” one shouted as he yanked himself so hard I thought he might break himself.

“Give it to him, baby,” the other cried.

The first of them shot his load all over the rocks, as we jerked off unashamedly.

The sight of him wanking to me, was too much for me and I came hard, my hips shaking as I bucked on my hubby’s cock.

My hubby lost it, cumming with me, deep inside me.

The second guy grinned as he shot his wad all over the rocks above us. Part of me wished they were closer, and spilling that delicious seed on me.

“Thanks for the show, dear,” he replied, zipping his pants. As the two of them departed, I just collapsed on my hubby’s chest, absolutely giddy at having realized my fantasy.

Only now, I knew that I wanted so much more.

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