Horny Wife and Sex on the Beach
Over the past few months, not long after the National Dessert Competition had concluded, Sugarcube Corner experienced a boom in business. It started as few new faces here and there, but that soon changed. Eventually it got to the point where they were packed on a daily basis. Where once they did well for themselves, making enough to live on, they now were doing much better. It wasn’t glamorous, nor was it easy, but the Cakes were happy.
From Las Pegasus to Baltimare, Canterlot to Manehattan; everyone wanted a taste of their baked goods. At one point, they had to start declining delivery orders due to the sheer volume. Sad though it was, they had neither the means nor the manpower to accommodate their newfound demand.
Overwhelmed by their newfound popularity, it took the Cakes some time to become accustomed. The first month of their popularity put a heavy strain on them. Waking up three whole hours earlier than usual, the Cakes had decided to make the necessary sacrifices. Longer work days and shorter breaks, they grew weaker as time dragged on. Carrot Cake had fallen asleep at the counter on more than one occasion; how he slept over the clamor of the customers baffled everyone.
His coma-like slumber may have confused others, but Cup Cake had been married to him for long enough that she knew it was bound to happen. Once asleep, nothing could wake him. However, this was more inconvenient for her than the customers. In an effort to divide and conquer, Carrot Cake had chosen to work the counter while his wife baked. But once his eyelids closed, it was over. All of the responsibility had fallen on her.
She had to keep an eye on the kitchen while, at the same time, meeting the demands of the customers. From the kitchen to the counter and back, Cup Cake was little more than a blur of pink hair and tan skin. It would go on like this for about an hour, sometimes two, before Carrot Cake would rub the sleep from his eyes. Once he had awoken, he was given new life. And soon, this also became part of their routine.
However, this didn’t give Cup Cake time to rest. As nice as it would have been to take a breather, she could never get the chance. Because by the time Carrot Cake had woke up, the lunch rush had begun. As exhausted as she was by then, she had to push through. Carrot Cake couldn’t handle it all by himself. He needed her like a baby needed its mother’s milk.
Being preoccupied by work, the Cakes had little time for the twins, Pound and Pumpkin. It couldn’t be helped. Cup Cake had still taken time to feed them. Her squishy mounds were fully engorged with milk. Since their birth, she had been producing milk at an astounding rate. Even with all the feeding time she gave the twins, it did little to empty the tanks. She even tried using a pump, but she was still unable to drain the excess. Since the time the twins were born, she had gained a full cup size, going from a C to a D.
Pinkie Pie had done her part to help the Cakes. Her energy allowed her to be wherever she was needed. In the beginning, Pinkie had helped with the baking. However, once business reached its peak, her attention was diverted to watching the twins. Occasionally, she would still help in the store; but the twins were her main focus.
After the first month, everything seemed to get easier. The Cakes had grown accustomed to their new routine. Everything was finally coming together.
Worked to the bone, Cup Cake was growing weary. She may have grown accustomed to her new routine, but she needed time away from the shop. It had been ages since they last had a break, and did they need one. She figured that a little time away from the shop would do both her and Carrot Cake some good. So, she began making the proper arrangements. A temporary hold was placed on all incoming delivery orders to reduce the flow. All of the remaining orders for delivery became their main focus. Lastly, and most importantly, she had made reservations for their weekend getaway.
On the day of their departure, Sugarcube Corner was a disaster area. The pungent aroma of slightly-burnt sweets permeated the air. The tables was splattered with bits of dried frosting and crumbs. However, the kitchen was the worst of all. Dishes filled the sink to spilling point, flour blanketed countertops, and the last of the delivery orders sat in a jumbled pile.
“Dear, did we finish icing the cake for Diamond Tiara’s party?” Carrot Cake asked as he rushed over to clean the tables. He was busy trying to make sure all matters had been attended to. Sweating heavily and eyes scanning the room at a pace to rival Rainbow Dash’s speed, he was still unconvinced that everything was in order.
Cup Cake was more concerned with making sure her husband didn’t have a panic attack. Although, in his present state, if he wasn’t already there, he would be soon. Every time he zipped by, she raised her hand as if to speak, but never managed to say a word before he went somewhere else in the room. She knew how much he needed this trip.
Carrot Cake was the perfect husband in her eyes, and she loved him dearly. She would do anything to help him. But she still had needs, and with the way he handled stress, they had gone unfulfilled since Pound and Pumpkin were born. She needed this more than he did. Dear Celestia, how she needed this. Her hope was that, by the end of the weekend, both would be fully rejuvenated.
“Dear, you need to relax. You have already checked everything several times. Just take moment to breath,” Cup Cake said as her husband rushed by once more.
After he had finished wiping down the tables, his next destination was the counter.“I know, honey bun. But are you sure we finished icing the cake for Diamond Tiara’s party?” He vigorously wiped the counter, trying to remove those stubborn icing chips.
Being in such a rush, he didn’t notice the look she gave him, or the the fact that the pesky icing chip had long since been removed. His body was running solely on muscle memory while his mind was moving from thought to though. Had he finished icing that cake? Did he remember to mop the floors? Was there enough food for the the twins and Pinkie?
Each one of these thoughts raced through his burdened mind. There one second and gone the next. There was no time to think, he had to act!
Before he had the chance to move again, Cup Cake went over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck while he was still hunched over the table. “Yes, dear. Remember, we had nearly overlooked it before realizing it. It is in the pile in the kitchen, ready to be delivered. You need to relax.” She gave his cheek a loving nuzzle. “Just think, the sun bearing down on us as we lay in the sand listening to the soothing sounds of the ocean. But we won’t be able to enjoy it if you work yourself into the ground before we get there.”
His eyes went wide. “The sun! Did I pack the sunscreen?” Carrot Cake struggled to break out of his wife’s embrace.
Being smaller—approximately four inches—than her husband, no one would guess by looking that Cup Cake was as strong as she was. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t break free from his wife. “Dear, you need to relax! Everything has been taken care of. Pinkie Pie will look after the shop, and Twilight even agreed to check in on her and the twins if things get too busy.”
“Towels! I forgot to pack the towels! ” He may not have been able to break free of her hold, but Carrot Cake was able to struggle forward. “Must...pack...some towels,” he strained with each step.
Cup Cake gave a strong yank, and pulled her husband backwards. He came crashing down on top of her, his face landing in milk country. The squishy milk-mounds cushioned his fall, and also calmed his troubled mind. It was heaven. It was as though the force (or lack of force) of the impact had knocked some sense into him.
Unfortunately, it had also knocked some milk out of her. However, there was more than what could be contained by the fabric. Her bra had done its best to contain it, but there was too much. The precious liquid seeped through her shirt, leaving massive damp spots.
Cup Cake sat up and rubbed the back of her head. Looking down, she saw her husband’s head nestled in her ample bosom. He was so calm and peaceful, she almost hated having to interrupt. She could have sworn that she felt his tongue pressing against her shirt. Even if she was just imagining it, a shiver ran down her spine.
Lifting his head up with both hands, Cup Cake let out a short sigh. “I told you. Let me help you out to the car, and then I’ll go change. I’ll be sure to bring some towels back with me, okay?” She placed her hands under his arms. “Upsy-daisy.”
“But what about the—”
Before he could finish his thought, Cup Cake hurried him out to the car. After she had delivered Carrot Cake, she went back inside to make good on her promise. She slung some extra beach towels over her shoulder. With the towels in hand (or on shoulder) she made her way back to the car.
It took her no time at all to strip out of her shirt and shorts. Standing in front of the open closet, she tried to decide what she was go into wear. Something simple, maybe? Or perhaps something more focused on her cleavage. Though it made him a tad jealous, she enjoyed the looks she got. To have young eyes devour her curves. It made her feel younger than how she appeared in the mirror.
While she was trying to come to a decision, she stood there completely naked. All of her was visible to anyone to may have walked by. It was nice to be able to act freely in one's own house. Soon, her gaze fell on on their bed. A simple bed that was large enough for both of them.
However, it wasn’t the bed that she was interested in. She was more interested in what was under it. The thought had been nagging at the back of her mind since she entered the room. At first it was more of a whisper, but it became louder over time. Louder and louder until she could ignore it no more. It compelled her to go to the bed.
I don’t know how much longer I can contain myself, she thought as she knelt down beside the bed. Feeling around, she pushed aside several shoe boxes until she felt it. Grabbing hold, she pulled out a sleek black case with two chrome latches. The case was about the size of a briefcase, but slightly deeper; and in place of a handle in the center, it had two smaller ones on the sides like on a trunk.
Each of the latches clicked as they were flipped up. Without the latches to hold it shut, the box opened. Inside the box was a colorful assortment of more than a dozen vibrators and dildos. Green, red, yellow, black, orange, and even purple; some were small, others were larger than a banana. And one of them was a banana.
Such a large variety, what a shame. All those beautiful toys, but she only needed one. The question was, which one? Did she want the little vibrator that resembled a bee? Or perhaps the glass dolphin that was curved to appear as though it had breached and was returning to the water? Maybe she wanted the one that was covered in bumps and rotated at several different speeds.
So many choices. Her collection had grown over the years. Each one of her toys was special to her. After examining all of the contents of the case, she finally decided which one she wanted. Wrapping her fingers around the purple python, she pulled it from the case. Measuring in at eleven and a half inches, it was the pride of her collection. In fact, the length made it difficult to store in the case. However, it was not completely stiff, so it could bend and flop around; allowing for easy storage.
Grasping it with both hands, one on either end, she brought it close to her face. Her eyes devoured every inch of it. From the head to the suction cup on the end, she memorized every inch of it. As she stared at its impressive girth, she thought about sucking on it. About it stretching her throat out as she forced in as much as she could. She could feel the heat radiate from her face as her thoughts became more erotic. With a lick of her lips, she planted a kiss on the head.
She started to lower the large, floppy beast. It was so close she could practically feel its head pressing against her eager lips. Juices ran down her legs, leaving winding trails of desire. Cup Cake bit down on her index finger. She had to hold out. No matter what, she wanted Carrot Cake to be the first thing she felt inside her. To feel his passion in its entirety. To feel him on top of her as he pounded away at her dripping pussy. So long she had endured it, not once giving in to the temptation (okay, maybe a few times after the pregnancy).
With a heavy sigh, she licked her essence off of the head, and returned the purple giant to its home. “This weekend is going to be fun. With what I have planned, there is no way that we won’t both be satisfied.”
After returning the case to its previous location, she got up and made her way to the door; her hips swaying as she went. She stopped at the door. With a lusty smile she said, “Oh, yes. This is going to very fun, indeed.”
*** *** ***
After her internal struggle, Cup Cake wiped away her excitement, threw on a blue sun dress, and proceeded to the car. When she arrived, she noticed that her husband had fallen asleep listening to the radio. She hadn’t been gone long, 10 minutes at the very most. Apparently, Carrot Cake’s exhaustion was catching up with him. Even with his naps, he was still running on fumes.
Because, in addition to what he did during the day, he also did more. He would stay up late in to the night working. Some nights he would go over the remaining orders and organize them; choose which ones they should focus on primarily the next day. He also took the time to do whatever need doing around the house. If the he needed to mop, he mopped. If the dishes were dirty, he washed them. At most, he was getting about five hours of sleep maximum per night.
It was midday when Carrot Cake finally awoke from his slumber. Cool air washed over him as he regained consciousness. With a weak rub, he banished the remaining fatigue from his eyes. It took a few moments to get used to the sunlight that was bearing down through the windshield. Lifting a hand to block the blinding rays, he used his free hand to open the visor.
Taking noticing her husband’s movement, Cup Cake shot him a quick smile before turning her gaze back to the road. “Sleep well? You must have to have slept through that traffic jam.”
“Yes, thank you. I haven’t felt this rested in a while. Maybe you were right about taking this trip.” Carrot Cake returned a smile of his own. Reaching for the map on the console next to him, he added, “Where are we? This doesn’t look like our usual route to the coast.”
Keeping her eyes on the road, Cup Cake replied, “After we got out of the traffic jam, I was continuing along our usual route when I noticed the road was closed. So I had to take a detour.” She leaned over and put her finger on the map. “We are on this road—” she moved her finger down to the first intersection. “—and we will connect to our usual route here.”
“I see. Good work, dear.”
Seeing his wife in her clingy blue sun dress was making him hard. It had been too long since he last had sex with his wife—or any kind of release. His shorts were keeping him contained. Completely restricted, he had to endure the beast rubbing against his boxers. The soft material rubbing his head every time he twitched. It didn’t take long for him to start squirming in his seat. But the more he squirmed the more he twitched; furthering both his pleasure and his torture.
He reached over and grabbed Cup Cake’s leg. It wasn’t until he started rubbing it that she took notice. She looked over and saw him squirming in his seat. Her gaze soon drifted down. Seeing the bulge in his shorts made her eyes shine. It had been some time since she had seen it, but she could remember every detail. Every mouth-watering, pleasure-inducing inch. Granted, he was not the most well endowed man on the planet. However, for her, it wasn’t about size. He didn’t need it to curl her toes.
Occasionally, she and her friends would swap stories, either about their husbands or current boyfriends. One thing they all agreed on: length doesn’t mean much of the man is a quick shot. Each time she traded stories, she could only giggle as she bragged about Carrot Cake’s exploits. The fact that he always got the job done was a constant, never a variable.
“Um… dear?”
She hated to see her husband suffer, but there wasn’t much she could do while driving. Shaking out of her daze, her attention immediately went back to the road. “Oh, you poor thing. We really should wait until later, but you look so uncomfortable.” Cup Cake rubbed his bulge with her right hand. “I’ll find a place to pull over. Just a quickie, we are already behind as it is.”
He tensed up and moaned at her touch. “Thanks, hon.”
*** *** ***
The sun was setting by the time they arrived at the hotel. An array of colors filled the sky, blending and painting a scenic picture, pink dancing with orange as the sun was setting to form an orangish purple . The only presence that interrupted this marvel of nature was that of the clouds. Few in number, they blocked out portions of the sky, attempting to hide the mixing colors.
As soon as the doors opened, the sound of waves and smell of salt air overwhelmed their senses. After they had secured their room key from the manager,Carrot Cake had whisked his loving wife off of her feet. He then carried her all the way to room. However, after he set her down to open the door, she pointed out that they still needed to bring the car around.
Cup Cake decided to go and get the car since her loving husband had carried her all the way to the room. Before she departed, she give him a quick kiss. He could feel his cheeks burn as the blood rushed to turn his face a crimson red.
Darkness enveloped the beach by the time they had finished unpacking. Without the warming rays of the sun, the gentle breeze felt cooler. Waves broke on the shore, giving the ocean a calm, peaceful appearance. Without the pier the beach would have seemed like a deserted island. No one for miles, the only noise coming from nature.
Knowing that the beach was empty of the usual crowd, the Cakes decided to go for a walk. Cup Cake clung to her husband’s arm as the walked down to where the sand smoothed. Ever so often, she would shiver when a gust of wind came through, but Cup Cake didn’t mind. She was with the one she loved, and being with him provided her with all the warmth she needed.
They stopped several feet from the water’s edge. Above the ocean, out in the distance, the moonlight illuminated the water, making it look like glass; only filtered by a few, wispy clouds. They were silent as they looked upon this canvas scene. Such beauty, such perfection — it was a shame they hadn’t brought their camera. But this was a memory that would stay with them for many years to come.
Carrot Cake eased himself onto the ground, the moist sand wetting the back of his shorts. He shivered slightly when he felt the moisture make its way past his boxers. His wife stood over him, still staring out over the ocean. With a gentle tug of her hand, Carrot Cake snapped his wife out of her trance. She looked down to see him patting the sand beside him.
Without delay, she sat down on the cold, wet sand next to her husband. “What a beautiful night,” she said warmly.
“It sure is, hon. But even with its light, it pales in comparison to you.” With a grin, he leaned in for a quick kiss. However, the hand he was leaning on slipped, and with a yelp, he fell forwards.
He landed in a very familiar place. Once more, his face was buried in his wife’s cleavage. Those marvelous marshmallow mountains he loved. It was like she grew a pair of clouds on her chest, soft and inviting.
“All you had to do was ask, you know.” With a chuckle and a playful grin, she reversed the situation. Now he was on his back and she rested her head on his chest.
Carrot Cake was a bit surprised at what had just happened. One second he was in a safe place, next he was on his back. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around his wife and rolled. Using his arms to lift himself up, he looked down at her; the moonlight lighting up all of her features. From her rosy cheeks to her sexy smile. All was revealed by the light of the moon.
Even her perky nipples were unable to hide under the light of the full moon. They poked through her dress like a pair of trees atop twin peaks. He used his left hand to give her a slight squeeze, prompting a moan from her. Blushing harder, she looked into his emerald eyes.
He hadn’t squeezed very hard, but it was enough to force some milk out of her breast. He looked down at his damp hand. He looked to her, and with a smile, his tongue went to work. Even licking it out of her dress, the milk was still warm and rich. Pulling his tongue back, Carrot Cake wrapped his mouth around here her nipple was poking through her dress.
While he sucked on her breast, his fingers found themselves weaving through her hair. He ran them through several times to enjoy the pink silk. Carrot Cake’s sucking pulled out large quantities on the savory liquid. It took a little work having to suck it through her dress, but that just made it taste sweeter.
Finishing with her hair, he shifted closer and kissed her neck. Cup Cake squirmed as he delivered a series of kisses from her neck down to her thighs. Even though she was still wearing her dress, she could still feel the passion behind each one. Once he reached the bottom of the sun dress, he pulled it up to get a get a better view. As he expected, she was already wet.
She could feel his warm breath against her white, frilly panties. He gave the wet spot a kiss. Pulling back, he licked his lips. Even after all this time, her flavor still drove him wild. Sweet, but with a little tang. It was a flavor he longed for. A flavor that he could never enough of.
Carrot Cake could feel his dick straining to get free from its prison. Every throb felt like a fist banging on a door that refused to open. But it wasn’t time just yet. He went back in for another kiss. Taking two fingers, he slowly rubbed the length of her crease, slowly dragging them up and down, making the wet spot larger with each pass. When he finished, he slowly pulled her panties down.
Her protective layer gone, Cup Cake tensed when the breeze reached her. To have her wet pussy kissed by the wind sent a shiver down her spine. It was a momentary distraction at best.
Tossing the garment aside, Carrot Cake went in once more. With nothing blocking the way, his tongue was free to perform its dance. From the moment his tongue touched her lips, he could feel the juices flow out. He ran his tongue the length of her crease, lapping at the flood of escaping juices, each pass met by a moan and occasional wiggle.
Lying on his stomach in the sand was not the most comfortable position, but it helped to have such a juicy distraction. Keeping his right hand on her plump ass, he took his left hand and used his index finger to tease her asshole—which was now drizzled with some of her essence. He poked in tandem with his licking. Never fully penetrating, he only allowed half of his finger to enter.
Cup Cake clenched her fists, grabbing large amounts of sand in each one. Relaxing her grip, she freed the sand from its confinement. It had been so long since her husband had eaten her out—longer than the sex—she had almost forgotten how good it felt. It had been a great idea to wait for the weekend. Slowly her vision blurred. The only thing she could focus on was the pleasure that was overpowering her senses. Surge after surge; each lick, every twist of the tongue sent it washing over her like the waves on the beach.
Carrot Cake may have been preoccupied with work, but there was no way he could forget how to do something like this. It was like riding a bike, you never forget. Except in this case, it took more of a personal touch. A more intimate approach because this act was a duet, not a solo.
Pulling away from her slit, Carrot Cake gave her clit a final teasing lick then unzipped his shorts. Instantly, his member sprang forth, more than happy to be free of its confinement. He pressed his head against her lips, and gave them a rubbing tease. First across the entrance, wiggling slightly in before exiting and running the length. His wife bit her lower lip to stifle her moan. Chuckling at her reaction, he pushed though. All his preparations had made his entry an easy one.
Placing an arm on both side of her, Carrot Cake was hunched over Cup Cake. Bent over her, she greeted him with a smile.
Almost immediately after entering, she clamped down on him. It was like she was squeezing a lotion bottle trying to get that last little bit. As sensitive as he was, he almost came right then and there. Almost. He was not some horny teenager eager for his first taste. No, he was much older; and with age came both experience and control. Carrot Cake knew how to contain himself.
Clenching his stomach muscles and gritting his teeth, Carrot Cake paused. All his concentration, all his will focused on holding his fire. No matter what, he wouldn’t succumb to the temptation.What kind of husband would he be if he put his own needs before those of his wife?
He could feel his muscles burn as he continued flexing them. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. He shook, desperately trying to keep the pressure on. It wouldn’t take very long. Feeling his muscles begin to weaken, Carrot Cake gave one last ditch effort. He momentarily stopped clenching, only to rapidly flex again with all his might.
“Are-are you ok, dear?” she asked, noticing his strained expression. Something had to be wrong; this was not his usual pace. Normally he would go at it like a jackhammer, and pound away. Literally fuck her silly. “Why did you stop?”
He allowed his eyes to open. His wife was looking at him curiously. “I-I’m f-fine. Just put my hand on a piece of shell when I adjusted.”
His last resort had worked. Carrot Cake let out a sigh of relief. Once more, he released the pressure he had been applying to his abs. Before his wife had a chance to reply, he pulled back and gave a mighty thrust.
After the mighty thrust, he kept it slow and steady. Carrot Cake didn’t hate going slow, but such was the price he had to pay for drastic measures. He had to allow time for his muscles to regain their vitality before going all out. Keeping his upper body still, only his pelvis moved. Even with his core burning from his attempt to contain himself, he still found it difficult to hold back. After all, old habits die hard.
“Are you s-sure nothing is w-wrong, d-dear? Normally you are a bit more… enthusiastic.”
Carrot Cake was slow to respond. “It is a special occasion, after all. I just wanted us to be able to savor the moment.”
It wasn’t a complete lie. Granted, it wasn’t the main reason, but it was convenient. Even he found truth in his hasty excuse. For the first time in possibly forever, he felt something. Taking it slow enabled him to experience every soft, slippery inch of her quivering pussy, hear every soft moan that crossed her lips, and watch as her face morphed into into an image of pure bliss.
When he normally went all out, he hardly noticed any of this. Usually his eyes were shut tight as he went full force, only focusing on his building pleasure. The only sound in his ears were those of his own grunting. True he could still feel her velvety insides, but he couldn’t truly appreciate their splendor until now. It was like when they were newlyweds and they took their time—back before life took over and time was limited.
“Oh my! I’ll have to think of a way to thank you.” Words could not do justice to describe how she was feeling. She felt every bump, every bend, everything. No detail was missed as he moved around inside her.
He generated a grunt with every thrust; and with each grunt, Cup Cake replied with a soft moan. By this point, they were both breathing heavily. Even their hearts were pounding against their chests as if making a desperate attempt to escape.
Fatigue was taking its toll on his arms. They gradually bent as time went on. Any longer in this position and he would collapse. He tried to ignore it, but it was not easy. Even with fiery passion clouding his thought and driving his actions, the weakness in his arms broke through. So, before they had a chance to give out on him, he stopped thrusting when he reached the base.
Carrot Cake was by no means a physically gifted man. He could do what he needed around the workplace, but nothing beyond that. The only reason he had managed to hold himself up was due to the overwhelming ecstasy. However, as he discovered, that was only so effective.
The lull in movement was enough to bring Cup Cake out of her daze. No longer could she see her husband’s emerald eyes. Instead, all that she saw his tacky Hawaiian shirt. All of his weight pressing against her. Feeling like she should say something, she was about to speak when Carrot Cake grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled.
He was back on his back, and his wife laid on top of him. Looking up, her eyes met his. He gave a warm smile and she replied with a soft laugh. Even the small waves were enough to overpower it. Though he could barely hear it, he knew she was having fun.
Carrot Cake started thrusting once more. Savoring the feeling of being squeezed, he slowly pulled back; but he didn’t pull out. As his dick slid deeper in, he moved in to stifle Cup Cake’s moan. His tongue easily made its way past her lips, and into her mouth. Their tongues eventually made their way to each other, one asserting its dominance over the other, only to have the roles reverse at a moments notice. Their moans mixed together as their tongues danced. Eventually, their dance moved into his mouth.
Without warning, Carrot Cake pulled back, and slammed into his wife. In response, her eyes shot open. The resulting moan being louder than all the ones preceding it. If their mouths hadn’t been engaged, then not even the sound of the gentle waves could have hidden it.
Water soon made its way to the loving couple. At first it barely touched him, but it didn’t take long before it washed up against his side. Feeling the cold water sent a jolt through his body that temporarily increased his speed. Each wave that followed also gave a him a boost. Not long after the initial contact, he started to shiver.
The chattering of his teeth got her attention. “Dear, you’re shivering. Stop. We need to get you inside,” she said after pulling out of the kiss.
There was no response from Carrot Cake.
By this point, Carrot Cake’s weakened muscles had recovered. Though, he was still a little sore from flexing for so long. No longer being limited, he didn’t have to hold back any longer. With a mighty thrust, he shook Cup Cake to her core. That thrust was enough to produce a moan to rival even the one he had barely managed to muffle with the kiss.
With the first blow delivered, it was time to get to business. Taking a large portion of her ass in each hand, he gripped it firmly as he picked up the pace. Every following thrust of his hips made his wife moan uncontrollably. He could tell by how she panted like a dog on a hot summer day, and by her crimson cheeks, that she was enjoying herself.
Tsunami sized waves of pleasure coated her body and overwhelmed her mind. Each thrust he delivered took her further away from reality. Combined with her supple ass being squeezed like an orange, it took no time for her mind to become a blank slate.
With a final, mighty thrust, he plunged deep into his wife. He came with the force of a hurricane. Weeks of pent up frustration all being released at once. Once, twice, thrice his cream was pumped into the deepest reaches of his wife. His seed filled her with a warmth that managed to sate her insatiable lust.
Falling forwards, she landed on his chest. His wilting dick slipped out of her and slumped across his right thigh, both of them breathing heavily as they recovered from the high of climax. Soon after, their thoughts became clear and less distant.
After some time had passed, Cup Cake sat up just above where he lay limp. “My, you were pent up. Bet it felt good get rid of that burden.”
Carrot Cake lifted his head off of the ground. “Not as good as what you got, I bet.”
She gave a small chuckle. Feeling a cool breeze whip across them, a thought crossed her mind. She moved her eyes from his, and examined his clothes. They were sopping wet from where the tide had started coming in. It was quite fortunate that he had rolled over when he did, otherwise she would be all wet. Though, she was already wet, but in a different sense.
“We need to get you inside. You’ll catch your death out here!” Without another word, she got off of him and onto her feet. Grabbing her panties that had been tossed aside, she made her way up the beach. After a few feet, she looked back. “What are you doing? Come on.”
Still laying on the smooth sand where the water was moving in, Carrot Cake had placed his arms behind his head. Every inch of the heavens above was filled in twinkling stars. The wispy clouds from earlier had moved on, and the moon was able to fully bath the beach in its magical glow.
“It’s just as beautiful as I remembered.”
“I thought you said that it paled in comparison?” she teased.
With a soft laugh, he replied. “Yes, I suppose I did. But nothing will ever compare to you.” Getting up, he brushed himself. “Let’s go back to the room. I think I have sand somewhere it shouldn't be.”
“You have sand where it doesn’t belong?! I think you built a castle inside me with all the pounding and rolling, dear.” She gave his arm a squeeze.
“Quit teasing, hon. You know that it’s a winner.”
Once more, the wind whipped across the beach, sending a shiver down their spines. “Let’s get back to the room, so we can enjoy tomorrow without colds.”
She was right. There was still tomorrow to look forward to. The weekend had just begun, and there was so much more to look forward to.
Author's Note
Had been sitting on this one since at least mid May. My apologies to Ebony Stallion for not getting it done in time for the Fun in the Sun contest.
