Thirty years back, that savage Vendée beach. Sun blazing hot. Sand warm, crunching underfoot. No one around. Just me, my fresh wife Sophie, 25, bikini white as snow on her tanned skin. String bottom hugging her firm ass cheeks, thighs thick and juicy. Married six months, horny as fuck every day.
We trek ten minutes from the paths. Laughing, hands on her ass. Blockhaus nearby. Drop towels at dune’s base. Wind whispers. Sea sparkles low. She flops on her belly. I crack a book. Then she purrs, ‘Cream me up.’ Fuck yes. Hands glide shoulders to ass. Lotion sinks into her golden skin. Untie her top quick. Hands knead deeper, thighs spread under pretense. Finger slips under string. Wetness hits. Pussy lips part. Steady strokes. She moans soft, thighs widen. Juices flow, slick and hot.
The Awakening: Temptation Ignites
Head pops from dune grass. Voice mumbles. Heart slams. Sophie giggles, ‘He’s offering to help.’ Tits out, string crooked, shaved pussy flashing her ticket stub mound. She’s shameless. Waves him down. He descends—short dude, dwarf-like, big grin. Beige shorts, loose green shirt. Hesitates. Her ‘hello’ pulls him in.
He sits by her. Watches my hands. His deformed little paws grab a tit, molds it tender. She shuts eyes. Face tightens. No more laughs. He yanks string off. Pussy bare, dripping. His hand joins mine on her slit. Weird thrill—two sets fingering her soaked cunt. Thighs splay wide. Hips buck slow.
He slides between legs. I take tits. Fingers tease lips, clit, then plunge deep. Rhythmic pumps. She gasps, arches. We amp it. Her pussy clenches. Boom—orgasm hits. Basin bucks wild. ‘Oh God!’ Short breaths. I’ve never seen her shatter like that.
The Act: Raw, Unbridled Passion
She lifts, smiles. Spots his pants off. Holy shit—monster cock, veiny, disproportionate to his tiny frame. Eyes lock on hers. He rubs it on her pussy lips. She lays back, consents. He mounts, head at her tits. Slides in slow. Fills her deep. Pauses. Then pumps—short, building to frenzy. Wet slaps echo. Her legs quake. Body bows, lifts him. Piercing scream. He grunts, floods her womb.
We chill, waves crashing. No witnesses. Chat. He’s Hervé, local IT guy, single, bit older. Before split, he takes her doggy. Power fucks her hard. Dune voyeurs watch. Others approach—she slips on beach dress, no undies.
Forest walk back. His hand gropes her ass. She laughs clear. Nine months later—boy born. Curly brown hair, Hervé’s trumpet nose. Charm personified.
Still friends. He drops by unannounced. I come home to moans, heavy breaths. Sit bed edge. Watch his huge dick stretch her pussy. She smiles at me. I grin back. Her face twists in bliss. Then we sip drinks, share a bite. The secret thrill? Pure fire. No regrets. Just endless heat.