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When my husband Bill booked us a holiday in the South Pacific, I couldn’t wait to pack my bags and head off. A nice, relaxing week of sightseeing and reading was just what the doctor ordered. But Bill had other ideas, so more exciting activities cap­tured our attention.

It all started when we were wandering the beach after dinner on our first night. We were the only ones out so late, so Bill didn’t waste any time getting frisky. As we were walking along the water, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him, kissing me deeply. It felt like we were teenag­ers again, and I loved it!

Soon we were making out, our hands trailing all over each other’s body and our tongues battling for control of the kiss. Before long, Bill was pulling me down onto the sand. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I sank down with him and we con­tinued our play, rolling around on the beach.

I could feel the sand creeping into my shorts and tank top, and when I tried to roll Bill off me and stand up, he asked what I thought I was doing. When I started to tell him that I was getting sand in my clothes and didn’t like the way it felt, his solution was very simple.

“Take them off,” he said with a smirk.

I tried to protest, telling him that I didn’t want to be naked in public, even if we were somewhere on holiday and no-one knew us. The last thing I wanted was for some stranger to find me starkers on the beach.

“There’s nobody around,” Bill said. “There’s nothing to worry about. C’mon, it’ll be fun,” he persuaded me.

That was all it took, and after one more solid kiss from my husband, I started stripping off my clothes right there on the beach. My shirt and tank top came off in no time, and my bikini was right behind.

While I was busy getting undressed, Bill was obviously doing the same, and when I turned my attention back to him, he was bare-arsed naked, just like me. Then things picked up and the fun really started.

We were rolling in the sand again in seconds, but this time the lack of cloth­ing allowed us to get a lot closer. While I slowly jerked Bill’s cock, he reached between my legs and started finger-fucking my pussy. I could still feel the sand against my body, too, but this time it was more enjoyable than uncomfortable and it added something to our late-night, outdoor activities.

A minute or two later, after I’d let go of Bill’s nice hard dick, I could feel him nudging the tip against my wet pussy, his fingers still busy between my legs. I spread my thighs wider and moaned loudly as he pushed into me, no longer caring about anyone finding out what we were doing.

Bill started thrusting in and out of me almost immediately, his body mov­ing rapidly above mine. I was thrusting up against him, too, trying to get him in as deep as possible. We were out­right fucking now, and as our bodies slapped together in the dark heat, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

We were sweating and the sand was clinging to our bodies, but it didn’t matter to either of us as we worked ourselves into a frenzy, trying to climax as soon as we could. After a few more minutes of furious humping, I came. I shouted out in ecstasy as my pussy flooded and spasmed, and a moment later, Bill pumped me full of his sticky cream and collapsed on top of me, pushing me further into the sand. We lay there for a moment, enjoy­ing the sound of the waves crashing nearby and the smell of the fresh air and saltwater. The moon was shining down on us, highlighting our sweat-slick bodies and giving the beach an even more romantic feel.

Eventually, we got up, dusted our­selves off, put our clothes on and headed back to our room. But for the rest of the trip, we managed to spend most of our nights on the deserted beach. It was a great holiday!

-Amelia, Adelaide, SA

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