1. A CRACK ON THE BEACH - PART 4 - THEY GET NAKED


    Date: 11/14/2014, Categories: Anal, Lesbian Sex, Mature, Author: hamba001, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    CHAPTER FOUR (Prior chapters and more available on Amazon.com under the title, A CRACK ON THE BEACH. The next morning, even though it was a humid as Hades, there were s**ttered rain showers so Shy and I stayed up at the chalet. I did some internet business and Shy read. The events of the night before were left in the ethos, but I was curious as if they would progress any further, or that they were now concluded, that the physical contact between Cee and Shy had injected reality into fantasy and, therefore, sapped that fantasy’s energy, had removed the magic and the interest, the dream. Cee arrived mid-morning bearing two bottles of champagne and a shopping bag. I met her on the patio which was wet after the downpour we’d had an hour ago. When I saw the liquor, my curiousness was reawakened. What was she busily conjuring? The idea that I had become, through circumstance, a pawn in this game suited me well – shit, as they say, happens, and since our first disrobing of Shy three nights ago, Cee had taken control and, frankly, and I dare any man in my predicament to deny otherwise, I was like a pig in a sewer. “I bring gifts,” Cee announced. “So I see.” “Where is she?” “I think she’s just about to take a shower,” I told her, watching her face, waiting to see her reaction. “Perfect timing as always,” she smiled. “Did she mention last night?” “Yes. She said she liked it.” Cee grinned. “Good. Did you?” Now I grinned. “Of course I did. And you?” “I may hate you forever if you tell ...
    me stop, but I will if you want me to?” I shook my head and reached for the first beer of the day as Cee traipsed her way into the chalet. I sat down and watched the storm clouds brewing. I no longer doubted that this was anywhere near its end, and who was I to interfere? “Hubby, your opinion is needed,” Cee called from within the chalet after a few minutes. “Hurry up.” With beer in hand, I ambled into the chalet, past the mirror room and to the large shower room. Shy was standing there with a towel hurriedly d****d over nudity – Cee’s arrival must have caught her unawares. Cee presented to me what looked like three brightly coloured squares of cloth attached with thin strips of material. “What on earth is that?” “Its a micro-bikini for Shy,” Cee announced. “I’m not wearing that,” Shy challenged. “What do you think?”Cee asked me. “Well, it would be interesting to see how it looks...umm...kind of different!” Cee turned on Shy. “There, hubby agrees.” “Of course he would,” Shy said, rolling her eyes, her hands clasping the towel between her legs. “He can wear it.” “Oh, come on – I’m going to wear mine,” Cee said. “Nobody will see you in it other than us.” “You bought one?” Shy asked Cee. “Of course I did.” “I’ll think about it after I shower...” “Good. You jump in whilst Hubby gets the champagne glasses.” I stepped into the lounge, grabbed three glasses and headed back toward the shower room and to where Cee had put the champagne bottles aside. Shy hadn’t moved, and neither had ...
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