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After Dana bought the strap on, our sex life really picked up. That first time was something we both enjoyed tremendously, and we’ve continued to enjoy sex with her in the driver’s seat. Recently, we vacationed at a relative’s beach house for a week, and things went to a new level. I’ll tell ya’ all about it.
The beach house is in the Florida panhandle, on the Gulf of Mexico. Although technically the beach itself is public, the area is very secluded, with no nearby public access. A nice place to get away. We planned on relaxing and fucking for a week, with no distractions. My wife brought the strap-on we’d been using, plus a new one that had just arrived in the mail.
We bought the new one, because it looked like it might fit her better, allow her to get a little wilder. The cock itself was a little bigger than our first strap-on, both longer and wider. We hadn’t tried it yet, but were both looking forward to.
We arrived at the beach early in the afternoon, and were in a hurry to get down near the water. About 10 minutes after we arrived, our suitcases were in a bedroom, and we were sipping beers in lawn chairs with our feet in the ocean. The beach was deserted, except for one woman a few doors down, who was also relaxing in the sand. We finished our beers, and I went up to the house to grab a two more.
When I returned, our neighbor was talking to Dana, sitting in the sand next to her. My wife introduced us. “This is Chris. She lives…. In that one,” she said, pointing to a beach house a few doors down.
“Hi!”, Chris said, extending her hand. I took it, checking her out. Nice body, slightly tan, lots of skin hanging out a skimpy string bikini. She squinted up at me, smiling.
The three of us talked while Dana and I sipped our beers. Eventually, we determined that Chris was staying at the beach alone, and we invited her to have dinner with us, T-bone steaks and whatever vegetable Dana thought would be suitable. When our neighbor asked if we were sure there was enough to share, my wife laughed loudly, and replied, “Oh, jeez. Two things my husband there is paranoid about when we come to the beach, running out of steaks and running out of beer. Trust me, we’ve got plenty of both!” This was true. We always get some fresh seafood at least once or twice, but most nights I just grill steaks, and had brought a lot of them. And running out of beer was out of the question. Chris agreed to join us.
I went up to take a shower, and then returned to light the grill. As I was dumping coals into the grill, the ladies returned from the beach, heading into the house. They were talking and giggling, and I distinctly heard the words, “…my nipples…” I strained to hear the rest of that conversation, but that’s all I caught.
Anyway, we ate on the patio, Chris still in her bikini, no complaints from me. After, the ladies stayed inside, and I headed down to clean up and stow the grill for the night. When I was finished with that, I headed back inside, and could hear them talking in the kitchen. I strolled in to join them, and my jaw dropped. Both our strap ons were sitting on the table, and my wife was pointing to our first one and talking. Dana was listening intently. They heard me enter, and both turned towards me.
My wife saw my face turning red, and grinned. “Oh, I was just showing Chris our toys. She’s never seen one.”
“Well, I’ve seen pictures of them, just never in real life,” Chris said.
“Anyway,” my wife continued, “we’ve been using that one for a while, but we’ve never used that one there.” They continued to talk about the strap ons for a while, and Chris finally wanted to see what they looked like on Dana, who agreed to model one. “Which one should I put on?”, she asked, holding one in each hand.