The Beach Head

The Beach Head

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This is a true story. I hope it excites you as much as it did me when it really happened. Enjoy!

My wife (Jill) loves to go to the beach and sit on a beach chair while watching the surf as the sun sets. However, since we no longer live near the coast, she still dreams of those days basking in the sun near the ocean. We live in the shadows of the Rocky Mountains now, far away from any beach. However, she has grown fond of watching the summer light shows of lightning with our frequent evening thunderstorms.

One such storm hit this day.

I arrived earlier than normal when I got home from work. We have a three-car garage and the double door part is where we park our two cars. The lone single garage is where we store things like the lawn mower and garden tools. To accommodate her beach fantasy with our thunderstorm reality, she did quite an ingenious thing today.

We had moved in to our new home a little over a year ago. We still had some pretty large sections of carpet remnants left from the install on the house stored in our garage. She took a couple of pendik escort the larger ones and spread them out on the floor of the singe garage, placing them right up even to where the door closed. This formed a cozy little area where she then set up two beach chairs with a patio umbrella over them for the ambiance of sitting at the beach. She had also put a few fake tropical plants around and a small drink table in between the two chairs.

All we needed now was an ocean view to complete the picture. However, since we now lived in Colorado, all we could see gazing out the garage was a view of open space farmland. It did provide a clear view of the stormy weather that she loved to watch. Anyway, she had clearly marked out her territory in my domain! (The Garage) She was proud of it too. I thought it was cute to see her being so creative in the absence ocean front property. I told her that it might be nice to break in this piece of real estate that I was sacrificing to her cause with a blow job down payment on the land deal. She whole-heartedly agreed!

Naturally, maltepe escort we closed the garage door for this transaction. This was a private beach for the moment. We had a weight bench with an adjustable seat that had also been stored in this part of the garage. I moved it onto the carpet (beach). After taking my pants off, I sat down and adjusted it so that I was lying backward at nice relaxed angle. My wife then kneeled between my parted legs and fished out my semi-hard cock through the slit in my boxer briefs. I always knew this weight bench had been designed for just such an occasion. It was ideal in the way that it presented my cock in perfect position for her oral action as she kneeled in font of me.

She took me into her warm mouth and slowly began to lick and suck my aching cock. She passionately and expertly devoured every inch until I was all the way down her throat! You would have thought she was starving and that my cock was her most favorite food. I was so turned on by what she was doing, that it didn’t take me long to fill her mouth with kartal escort a big load of fresh hot cum. She truly enjoys my cum, and to prove it, she swallowed every drop with a grin of pleasure on her face.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened, and I wasn’t ready to quit just yet. So I got up and had her move a little closer to the weight bench so she could use it to support her upper body while she was still in a kneeling position. I then got down on my knees directly behind her and pulled her beach shorts down, revealing some beautiful beach moonlight! Her pussy was very wet. It obviously had responded to my cock giving her mouth a prized treat while she performed the “Beach Head!” My cock found new vigor, and it easily slid all the way to the hilt of her wet mound. She was so ready, and I was anxious to give that pussy the pounding it was screaming to get! I started slamming it hard and then harder. I then grabbed her ass to pull it towards me to equal the force of my cock-thrashing deep inside her. She moaned with delight. I couldn’t resist, nor did I want to, so I eagerly gave into the wave of pleasure that came over me as I filled her pussy with another fresh load of cum.

Afterwards, we both marveled at what a good time we had at the beach this evening. I hoped we could go there again, and again!

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