Saturday's Secret Desire

“Do you know what day Saturday is, dear?” Stan’s wife of twenty-four years, Jennie, sat next to him on the couch as he read a book and she played a game on her cell phone.

“Yeah. It’s Saturday.” A couch pillow hit his head.

“Obviously. I mean, what special day it is?”

Stan folded his book with a finger in it to keep his place and then rubbed his chin. “Hum, I think the Packers are playing a special game that day.”

Again, the pillow came. Jennie’s mouth in the shape of an upside-down smile warned him he had better get it right the third time. “No, silly. You know I don’t care about football.”

Stan knew what she hinted at. “Oh yeah. It’s our twenty-fifth anniversary.”

“You silly man. You didn’t forget, did you?”

He smiled. “No. Do you have any ideas about what you want to do this year?”

She cast a sly grin his way. “I did have one idea, but I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

“Try me.”

“Okay.” She swallowed. “Being that this is our Silver Anniversary, I wanted to do something unusual and hopefully memorable. I don’t want to do the old dinner, movie, and sex routine.”

“Okay. So no sex?”

“No. More sex.”

Stan gazed into her eyes, trying to read if she was serious or not. “More? Do tell.”

“Well, I thought we’d spice things up a bit by coming up with as creative of a place as we can to have sex. Then we’ll judge who won. The winner gets to choose where we go for dinner.”

Stan nodded and thought on it a bit. “Okay, so you’ll choose a place, and I’ll choose a place, then we’ll decide who the winner is?”

“Correct. We’ll do mine in the morning and yours in the afternoon. Then we’ll decide whose was the most creative application of sex in that place.”

“And the winner gets to choose where to eat dinner?”

She nodded. “That’s the deal.”

Stan grinned. “That would make for a special anniversary.” He stood straighter. “Ma’am, your challenge is accepted.”

She giggled. “This will be fun.”

# # #

Saturday arrived. The alarm clock rang Stan from his sleep, and he groggily reached over to shut the thing up. He felt another hand on his directing his fingers to the switch. Finally, the racket shut off. “It’s Saturday. Why did my alarm go off?”

“Because I set it, Sweetie.”

Stan cracked his eyes open enough to view Jennie standing over him, already dressed. He opened his eyes wider and rubbed the sleep from them. She had on a skimpy, navy blue bikini! “Are we going to the beach or something?”

She grinned. “You bet. Your swimsuit is over there.” She pointed at a chair on the other side of the room.

“What, I don’t see anything.”

She laughed. “Look closer.”

He rose from the bed naked—he always slept in the nude—and walked over to the chair. There he found a skimpy men’s bikini laid out for him. “You expect me to wear that?”

She nodded firmly. “If what I’m planning on doing is to work, you’ll need the flexibility of a bikini swimsuit. Plus, I’ve always wanted to see you strut your stuff in public.”

He grabbed it and held it up. Not much there. After sliding the suit on, he still felt naked. “Do I at least get to wear a shirt with this?”

“When you aren’t at the beach, you can.”

He shrugged. “I guess if you can wear that, I can wear this.”

She smiled. “Good. I’ve got our picnic packed and loaded in the car. I’m ready to go.”

Stan glanced down to examine the bikini he wore, complete with a bulge. He might be better off going out in his briefs; they had more coverage than this thing. The longest T-shirt in his drawer covered all but the very bottom of what he wore. Dutifully following his wife’s attractive butt out the door, Stan made a bee-line for the car and hopped in as quick as he dared. Then he glanced around to see if any of his neighbors had seen him.

She, on the other hand, walked casually to the car and seated herself, shutting the door behind her.

Fine for her, he thought. His wife was lovely in her bikini, and that might cause men to watch her. But it wasn’t unusual for a woman to wear such things in public, especially if headed to the beach. Not so for a guy.

He pulled out of the driveway and drove to the beach, wondering what exactly she had in mind. Whatever it was, he was sure it would be embarrassing to him.

He pulled into the beach access and started to park at the usual place, but she indicated for him to head down a different road that ran along the beach for several miles before it dead-ended. There was a parking spot at the end of the way with only one other vehicle there.

Jennie pointed to where the other car sat. “Park there. We’ll go the rest of the way on foot.”

“Where are we going, exactly?”

She smiled. “You’ll see.”

“Did you search the Internet for safe places to have sex on the beach?”

She shook her head. “Just places to have sex on the beach.”

At the head of the trail, they found a sign posted with various dos and don’ts. Among the rules, he read, “No children. This is an ADULTS ONLY beach.” Stan nodded knowingly. He never knew this place was here.

As they walked the path which wound toward the beach, Stan pulled the cooler behind him. A few minutes later, giggling echoed off in the distance and some swatting of what sounded like a naked butt. Probably the other couple whose car had been parked back at the lot, he surmised.

As they continued down the path, Stan and Jennie exited the dense undergrowth to reveal a long beach with dunes. The water rushed up in overlapping waves with the familiar sound of the ocean, splashing upon the shore. Seagulls occasionally squawked as they flew overhead.

“What is this place?” Stan asked.

“It’s a private beach. The owner opened up this section to those who want something off the beaten path. He doesn’t mind if you do sexual activities, as long as you are discrete about it. In other words, he doesn’t want it just out in the open.”

“So your creative idea was to come here to find a private place we could have sex?”

She grinned. “Not private, just discrete.”

Stan’s eyes widened. “So, just out there on the beach, where anyone who comes by can see?”

She nodded. “However, they shouldn’t be able to see much of anything if we do this right.” She pointed at a spot on the beach a good way from the other couple, who were currently engaged in some heavy petting, at least. Maybe more, but he couldn’t tell for sure.

He parked the cooler where she had shown him, and he sat on it. He was glad of one thing: he figured he wouldn’t feel so conspicuous running around in the equivalent of a skimpy pair of briefs in this place. As he pulled his T-shirt off, he asked, “What, I don’t see anything?”

She removed her top to reveal her previously hidden tits. The sunshine highlighted her beautiful breasts.

“Are we going to do this naked?”

He nodded. “It seems like it will be the best way to go.”

She smiled. “Perfect.” Then she proceeded to remove her bikini bottoms as well. Her pussy, wet and gleaming, was now on full display.

He leaned in and took a quick look. “Oh my god, you look like a goddess.”

She blushed. “Well, I suppose that’s one way to put it.” Then, she began to slowly walk around the sand. Stan followed her closely, watching as she moved from one spot to another, always with an air of confidence.

Finally, she stopped in front of a large rock formation. “This will be our place. It’s secluded and has plenty of privacy.”

Stan nodded, impressed by her choice. He pulled a blanket out of the cooler and laid it out on the sand. Then, he grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses. They popped the cork and drank a toast to their special day.

“To a memorable anniversary,” he said.

“To a lifetime of pleasure,” she replied, leaning in for a kiss.

They spent the next few hours enjoying each other’s company, taking in the beauty of the beach and feeling the warmth of the sun on their skin. As the sun began to set, they decided to move to a different spot on the beach.

They walked along the shoreline, searching for the perfect place to set up camp. Eventually, they found a small alcove in the rocks, offering both privacy and protection from the wind. They spread out the blanket and made themselves comfortable.

“Now,” Stan said, “it’s time to put our creativity to the test.”

Jennie smiled. “Let’s see who’s the winner.”

They both began to explore their bodies, touching and caressing each other in a sensual dance of pleasure. Their movements became more intense, their breath faster, as they pushed the boundaries of their desire.

As the night wore on, they continued to experiment with different positions, finding new ways to ignite their passions. They laughed, they groaned, and they moaned as they surrendered to the pleasure of the moment.

Finally, as the stars began to emerge, they collapsed onto the blanket, exhausted but exhilarated. They looked at each other and smiled, knowing that they had created a memory that would last a lifetime.

Stan looked down at her wet pussy and pulled her closer. “You are amazing,” he whispered.

“And you are the best,” she replied, nuzzling her head against his chest.

As they drifted off to sleep, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their incredible journey together. And they were more than ready to embark on that journey hand in hand.

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