Mom's Surprise After Baby Time

The humid air hung heavy as we pulled into the secluded beach, the scent of salt and sunscreen mingling in the breeze. My wife, Sarah, practically vibrated with anticipation, a mischievous glint in her eyes that promised a day of unrestrained pleasure. After months of sleepless nights and the demands of a newborn, this was exactly what we needed – a stolen moment of pure, unadulterated lust.

The other couples scattered across the sand, oblivious to the simmering tension between us, and the unspoken desires that hung in the air like a tangible thing. Sarah had been unusually flirtatious all morning, a playful tease that left me both frustrated and completely captivated. She'd pressed her body against mine repeatedly, her soft skin brushing against my crotch, sending shivers down my spine. She'd bent over, pretending to search for seashells, her tiny bikini bottoms clinging precariously to her hips, a blatant invitation that I couldn't resist. And, oh, the playful palming of my cock when no one was looking – a tantalizing dance of forbidden touch that only heightened my arousal.

As we settled onto our blanket, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the delights to come. Sarah, ever the proactive one, swiftly unzipped her sun dress, revealing the minuscule bikini she'd acquired on our honeymoon in Cancun. It was a shockingly small piece of fabric, barely covering her curves, yet it was designed to maximize the impact. The sight of her tanned skin glistening in the sunlight, the curve of her hips, and the confident way she presented herself was enough to send a jolt of electricity through my veins. It was as if she was deliberately flaunting her newfound confidence, her embrace of her body after the trials of motherhood.

I retrieved the Speedo she’d packed for me, a nostalgic reminder of our honeymoon adventures, and headed towards the bathhouse for a change. Returning to our spot, I found her already radiating heat, her body practically humming with anticipation. The beach was slowly filling up with other sunbathers, but we managed to maintain our private bubble of desire, shielded by the vast expanse of sand and the watchful gaze of the ocean.

As we strolled along the shoreline, Sarah continued her relentless teasing, pressing her body closer to mine, her hand lingering on my crotch with increasing insistence. She bent over, meticulously examining the sand, taking an unnervingly long time before finally standing back up, her bikini bottoms riding precariously low. Her movements were slow, deliberate, designed to prolong the anticipation and heighten the pleasure. I responded in kind, returning her advances with equally passionate fervor.

The waves crashed against the shore, a rhythmic soundtrack to our escalating desire. The air grew thicker, charged with the scent of salt and sweat, and the unspoken words hung heavy between us. We were lost in a world of sensation, oblivious to the world around us, consumed by the primal urge for connection.

Suddenly, Sarah shifted her weight, her hand finding my crotch once more, this time with a more insistent grip. The heat radiating from her touch was undeniable, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume me entirely. I strained against my own restraint, my muscles tensing, my body responding instinctively. It wasn't long before I was hard, unable to keep my hands off each other. We locked eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the shared desire that bound us together.

We leaned in, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss, a desperate plea for release. As she continued running her hand up and down my crotch, the pleasure intensified, building to an unbearable crescendo. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the feel of her skin against mine, the taste of her breath on my lips, and the overwhelming need to lose control.

As we moved towards the water, the teasing escalated. Sarah pressed her body against mine, her wet skin leaving a damp trail across my chest. The waves lapped at our feet, a cool contrast to the heat of our bodies. She bent over again, her bikini bottoms riding even lower, exposing more of her pale flesh. The sight was both a provocation and an invitation, a blatant challenge to my inhibitions.

When we finally entered the water, the feeling was electric. Sarah's touch grew more insistent, her hand repeatedly finding my crotch, each touch sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my system. I couldn’t help but squirm, unable to resist the insistent stimulation.

"What's the matter?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and stood pressed together as we kissed. My wife continued running her palm up and down on my crotch.

As we emerged from the surf, still radiating heat, the beach was now teeming with people. Sarah, ever practical, suggested we leave, wanting to preserve our privacy. We packed up our belongings, eager to escape the growing crowd and find a secluded spot where we could reconnect.

As we drove to the parking area, Sarah reached over to cup the crotch of my pants again. I looked over at her and she purred in a sultry voice. “Better keep your eyes on the road mister.”

She didn’t make it easy. She unzipped my fly and pulled my penis out of my pants. It was very difficult to focus on driving with her expert fingers stroking my erection and whispering sexy things in her sultry bedroom voice.

Shockingly, she stopped and said, “Let’s get an ice cream cone!”

As I was making the turn into the parking lot, she teased, “Oh no, you didn’t come. It looks like you will just have to wait.”

With that, she gently tucked my rock-hard dick back into my pants. She giggled as I adjusted myself, zipped up, and waited for her to open the door for her. She stepped out of the truck, glanced down at the bulge in my pants, then brushed it with her hand as she stepped past me.

“Having a little trouble there?” she asked with a sultry smile as I took her hand and led her into the shop.

Sitting side by side, we chatted, flirted, and enjoyed our ice cream. She kept glancing at my crotch. I thought I had hidden the bulge pretty well, but it was still straining against my pants, and it was somewhat noticeable.

After finishing the ice cream, I was more than ready to hop back into the truck with this vixen. Sure enough, we had barely pulled out of the parking lot when she pulled my dick out of my pants again.

“Are we going to make it home?” she asked, her expert fingers working their magic on my erection.

“If you want to,” I said, struggling to stay on the road. “Unless you know a place to pull off.”

She thought about this, licked her fingers, then went back to stroking me with barely a “hmm.” I wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but I was up for just about anything at that point, whether it was going back home and risking interruption by the baby, or bending her over on the side of the road.

“Pull off here,” she said before we passed her old Catholic church. I eagerly complied and, after circling the lot to make sure we were alone, I pulled off into a corner of the empty lot and shut down the engine.

I had only just put it into park when she engulfed my dick with her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her mouth felt like heaven on my penis as she bobbed up and down. Her thumb and forefinger circled around the base of my dick, stroking up and down in time with her mouth. I moaned at the ecstasy of this moment and pulled the sundress off her shoulders, untying her bikini top to fondle her newly freed breasts.

Picking her head up from my lap, she removed her bikini bottoms. I removed my pants, and soon we were both naked from the waist down. I slid my seat back as far as it would go and then leaned it back, and without hesitation she crawled over and mounted me. The feel of her wet pussy sliding down over my erection was glorious beyond description. As she ground her hips against me, I caressed and grabbed her breasts. They were still full of milk and hung tantalizingly just in front of my face, swaying with each of our movements. I cupped one in my hands and brought it to my face where I sucked on her erect nipple. She moaned and began bouncing up and down on my shaft.

I switched to the other breast, playing my tongue across her hardened nipple. She moaned louder, pulling my face closer to her chest. I was lost in the moment, her pussy hungrily sliding up and down my penis, the sounds of her wanton moans and ragged breath filling my ears. One breast was pressed to my face, the other bouncing against my cheek. I suckled her nipple, tasting her warm milk on my tongue, and realizing I was nursing her breast.

With her hand desperately grasping the back of my head, her pussy continued hungrily sliding up and down my penis. The sounds of her wanton moans and ragged breath filling my ears were sweet music to me.

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