Saltwater Submission

The fluorescent lights of the office had finally flickered off, leaving me slumped against the headboard, the worn cotton of the sheets clinging to my skin. Five minutes of blessed oblivion, a stolen moment to reset before the day's grind reasserted itself. When I opened my eyes, a primal urge, a desperate need for release, surged through me. I needed to escape, to lose myself in something real, something raw. The salty air and the promise of cool water beckoned, and I made my way down to the beach, my steps quick and purposeful. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the sand, painting the scene in a hazy, golden light. Only a handful of couples and a few solitary dog walkers dotted the shoreline, a welcome solitude that amplified my desires. I shed my clothes, the dampness of the air instantly clinging to my skin, and plunged into the inviting depths of the ocean. The water, a perfect temperature, enveloped me like a silken embrace, washing away the remnants of the workday. It was invigorating, a cleansing ritual that left me feeling both refreshed and intensely vulnerable.

As I floated, suspended in the cool embrace of the waves, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to her. My wife, Sarah, had been away for ten days, a blink in the grand scheme of things, but an eternity in my heart. The longing for her presence, the ache of her absence, intensified with each passing moment. It wasn't just a physical absence; it was a profound disconnect, a feeling of incompleteness that only she could fill. As I drifted, lost in this sea of longing, my imagination began to run wild, uninhibited by reality. And with it, a powerful, insistent desire took root, blossoming into a burning need for physical intimacy. The thought of her, her warm skin, her captivating smile, her incredible curves, became an unbearable weight in my mind. The fantasy quickly escalated, morphing into something increasingly explicit, something deeply personal.

I imagined her perfectly suited in a vibrant red swimsuit, the color mirroring the intensity of my own desires. The suit showcased every inch of her perfectly toned physique, highlighting her generous cleavage, a feature I found endlessly captivating. Her breasts, larger than life, rose and fell with her gentle movements as she drifted beside me, lost in her own thoughts. I closed my eyes, savoring the fantasy, letting the waves carry me further into this intoxicating world of sensation. The reality of my surroundings began to fade, replaced by the vivid details of my imagined encounter. The salty spray on my face, the cool water against my skin, all dissolved into the heat of my passion.

Slowly, deliberately, I began to tease her, pulling the bottom edge of her swimsuit aside, revealing her smooth, tanned skin. My hands moved with practiced ease, exploring her delicate curves, my fingertips tracing the line of her waist, her hips, her thighs. The anticipation built, a delicious tension that crackled in the air between us. Then, with a gentle, insistent touch, I began to slide my fingers into the folds of her flesh, moving slowly, deliberately, building the heat. Her body responded instantly, a subtle tremor running through her as she arched her back slightly, her breath catching in her throat. The waves continued to roll around us, a constant reminder of our isolation, our shared secret.

As I increased the pressure, her moan grew louder, more urgent, a primal cry for release. Her muscles tensed, her body quivering with the sheer force of her arousal. My hands continued their relentless assault, each stroke more intense than the last, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The scent of salt and sunscreen mingled with the intoxicating aroma of her sweat, creating an atmosphere thick with desire. I could feel her pleasure mounting, her body writhing in anticipation. I intensified my efforts, pushing past any limits, feeding her insatiable hunger. The waves crashed against the shore, a rhythmic accompaniment to our passionate dance.

Finally, as she reached the brink, I unleashed the torrent. A warm, thick stream of semen erupted from my cock, a powerful force that reverberated through her body. Her moan escalated into a piercing shriek as she arched her back, her body convulsing with pleasure. The water around us churned with the force of the release, carrying away the excess fluid, leaving behind only the lingering scent of arousal. We clung to each other, lost in the shared ecstasy of the moment, our bodies intertwined, our hearts beating in unison. The world outside faded away, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

As the initial wave of pleasure subsided, I continued my assault, stroking my cock with renewed vigor, pushing her further into the depths of her orgasm. Her moans grew softer, more rhythmic, as she slowly descended into a state of blissful oblivion. The waves continued to lap at our feet, a constant reminder of the vast, endless ocean surrounding us. I felt a deep connection to her, a primal understanding that transcended words. It was as if our bodies were speaking to each other, communicating through touch, through sensation, through the shared experience of pure, uninhibited desire.

Suddenly, a wave of reality crashed over me, pulling me back to the present. The beach, the people, the sun – all came back into focus, shattering the illusion of our isolated paradise. But the sensation lingered, the memory of our intimate encounter burned into my mind. And as I looked out across the beach, I realized that the desire for her was even stronger now, fueled by the intensity of our shared experience. My cock, still throbbing with the memory of our passion, felt unusually sensitive, the heat radiating through my body.

Instinctively, I pulled my swimsuit down a bit lower, revealing the hard, swollen shaft beneath. The cool water provided a welcome relief, but it did little to diminish the heat that radiated from my body. The sight of my exposed cock, combined with the lingering scent of her arousal, seemed to electrify the air around us. A couple nearby paused in their conversation, glancing in our direction, but quickly averted their gaze, embarrassed by our audacity. The lack of attention only served to heighten my arousal, intensifying my desire for her.

I began to stroke my cock with increased frequency, feeling the muscles in my legs tense as I struggled to maintain control. The waves continued to roll in, washing over my body, carrying away the remnants of our passionate encounter. I closed my eyes, lost in the rhythm of my arousal, letting the sensations consume me. The feeling was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to drown me in its intensity. It was as if my body was rebelling against the confines of my clothing, yearning for release, craving her touch. The vision of her, her big naked breasts bobbing in the water, returned, more vivid, more intense than ever before. It was an irresistible invitation, a siren song that pulled me further into the depths of my desire.

With a final surge of adrenaline, I lost all control. A massive stream of cum erupted from my cock, exploding into the ocean in a torrent of pleasure and release. It was a primal act, a testament to the raw, uninhibited power of my lust. The water churned around me, carrying away the excess fluid, leaving behind only the lingering scent of arousal. I let out a primal scream, lost in the throes of orgasm, my body convulsing with pleasure. The world faded away, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. As I slowly descended from my climax, my body felt weak, spent, yet strangely invigorated. The waves continued to roll around us, a constant reminder of our shared experience.

Finally, as the last vestiges of pleasure subsided, I pulled my swimsuit back up, casually adjusting the straps, as if nothing had happened. I turned to the couple who had paused earlier, offering a small, knowing smile. They quickly averted their gaze, embarrassed by our audacity. As I turned and walked back towards the house, the salty air filled my lungs, carrying with it the scent of the sea and the lingering aroma of arousal. I felt a sense of contentment, a feeling of having fulfilled a deep, primal need. It was a perfect day, a day of escape, a day of passion, a day that had left me feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. I thanked God for all his mercy, grace and provision for me and my family!

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