It was July 2024, I was in a well known seaside town in South Pembrokeshire (I am sure you can work out which one). In my mid fifties, I’m not exactly the type to blend into the holiday crowds, slim, graying a bit at the temples, more accustomed to offices than beaches. I’m here for a consulting gig, some tedious financial analysis for a local business looking to expand. It’s boring as hell, sifting through spreadsheets in a rented office that smells of stale coffee and damp carpet, but it pays the bills. Still, after long days of numbers and meetings, the pull of the lively town is hard to resist. The place just has a good vibe, it hits me every time I step outside, mixing with the chatter of tourists and the relentless crash of waves.
One sticky evening, I found myself in a crowded pub just off the main street. The place reeked of beer and sunscreen, the air humming with laughter and clinking glasses. I was at the bar, sipping a pint to wash away the day’s monotony, when I noticed a couple eyeing me. They were in their mid-40s, both trim and polished, looking like they belonged in a corporate high-rise rather than a sandy getaway. The woman, Claire, had sharp features, chestnut hair spilling over her shoulders, and a sundress that clung to her frame. Her husband, David, was tall, lean, with salt-and-pepper hair and a smirk that hinted at confidence. Their gaze lingered, and before long, they’d sidled up to strike a conversation.
“You don’t look like you’re on holiday,” Claire said, her voice smooth, almost teasing, as she leaned in closer. Her floral perfume cut through the pub’s other smells, and her eyes flicked over me, taking in my pressed shirt, maybe noticing the tired lines on my face.
“Nah, just here for work,” I replied, taking a swallow of beer. The cold slid down my throat, sharp against the day’s lingering frustration.
“Pity. You seem like you could use a break,” David chimed in, his tone easy but pointed. His hand rested low on Claire’s back, fingers brushing just above her hip, a casual touch loaded with intent.
The flirting kicked off quick. Claire’s laughs got deeper, her hand grazing my arm a little too often. David watched with a glint in his eye, murmuring things to her that made her bite her lip and glance my way. It didn’t take much to figure out what they were after, something to shake up their night, and I was the target. Before we parted, Claire leaned close, her breath warm on my ear. “Meet us tomorrow evening for a walk on the beach. We’ll show you something worth seeing.” Her voice was pure promise, and damn if it didn’t stir something in me I hadn’t felt in a while.
The next day dragged on, my laptop screen blurring as I crunched numbers in that stuffy office. I could still smell the faint dust of paperwork on my hands as I scrubbed up in my hotel room, the hot shower stinging my tight shoulders. Anticipation churned in my gut, a low heat. As the sun dipped, painting the sky pink and gold, I headed to the beach to meet them. The air was thick with seaweed and salt, the sand cool under my loafers as gulls screeched above. Waves pounded in the distance, matching the thrum in my chest.
“There you are,” Claire called out, waving as I approached. She and David stood near the water’s edge, barefoot, looking too damn good against the shimmering sea. David gave a nod, his grin knowing.
“Thought you might bail,” he said, his voice nearly swallowed by a crashing wave.
“Couldn’t pass this up,” I shot back, my eyes drifting to Claire. She smirked, stepping close to link her arm through mine on one side and David’s on the other. Her skin felt warm, slightly sticky from the heat, and the faint coconut scent of her sunscreen hit me hard.
We started down the beach, pressed close, the crunch of sand underfoot mixing with the tide’s roar. Claire’s grip on my arm tightened as she leaned in, her voice a low, sultry whisper. “I’ve been thinking about this since last night. About what I want you both to do to me.” Her words landed like a gut punch, raw and straight, sending a jolt through me.
“Lay it out,” David urged, his tone rough. His hand slid down to her waist, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp softly.
Claire’s lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes darting between us. “I want you, Matt, to hold me down, feel every bit of me while David watches. Then I want him to take me from behind while I’m still with you. I want to hear you both, feel your hands all over, until I’m a mess.” Her voice painted the scene, vivid and dirty, and I could feel my pulse hammering. The heat of her against my arm, the slight shake in her breath, made my jeans feel tighter with every step.
“Christ, Claire,” I muttered, my throat dry as hell. My own voice sounded far off over the blood rushing in my ears. The beach stretched out, golden and endless, but all I could focus on was her fingers tracing circles on my forearm, the musky hint of her mixing with the ocean air.
“Let’s get somewhere quieter,” David suggested, scanning the thinning crowd as we hit a less busy stretch of shore. Above us, dark woods loomed over the beach, promising privacy. “Somewhere we won’t be seen.”
Claire laughed, sharp and eager. “Show me the way, boys.”
We cut off the main path, climbing a narrow, sandy trail into the wooded area overlooking the sea. The air cooled under the trees, the smell of pine and damp earth replacing the salty breeze. Twigs snapped under my shoes, the distant waves now a low hum. Claire’s breathing picked up as we went deeper, her arm still hooked through mine, her side brushing against me with every step. We found a hidden bench, old and weathered, half-buried in ferns, with a clear view of the glittering water below.
“This’ll do,” Claire purred, slipping free of us to sit on the bench, crossing her legs in a way that drew my eye. The fading light filtered through the leaves, casting shadows over her face as she looked up. “Come here.”
I didn’t hesitate, settling beside her, the rough bench creaking under me. David took her other side, his hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her dress higher to show smooth, tanned skin. The scent of her, sweet, charged, hit me like a wave, mixing with the earthy woods. I could hear the hitch in her breath as David’s fingers teased higher, the rustle of fabric loud in the quiet.
“You’re something else,” I said, my voice rougher than I meant as I reached out, tracing her jawline. Her skin was soft, warm, and her eyes closed at the touch, a small moan slipping out. That sound went straight through me, my fingers itching to feel more.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, turning to me. Her lips parted, slick and inviting, and I leaned in, taking her mouth hard and hungry. I tasted the faint sweetness on her lips, the heat of her tongue meeting mine. The wet sounds of our kiss mixed with the far-off crash of waves, her soft whimpers vibrating against me. Her hand gripped my shirt, pulling me in, while David chuckled low beside us.
“That’s it,” he said, voice thick. His hand was under her dress now, the fabric hiked up, and I could hear the faint rhythm of fingers on skin, making Claire squirm between us. “She’s already dripping, Matt. Get a feel.”
Claire pulled back, panting, her chest rising fast as she looked at me with heavy eyes. “Touch me,” she begged, voice raw. She took my hand, guiding it under her dress, past her thin panties. My fingers found her, slick and hot, and the sharp gasp she let out echoed around us. The feel of her, so ready, made my cock twitch hard in my jeans. I moved slow, taking in the wet sounds, the way her hips pushed against me.
“That feels so good,” I gasped, my other hand in her hair, pulling her into another kiss. Her moans muffled against me, her body shaking as David kissed her neck, teeth scraping with a soft sound. The smells, her arousal, the pine, a hint of sweat, blurred together, making my head spin.
“Get these off,” Claire gasped, tugging at her panties. David slid them down, the fabric rustling as it caught on her thighs before dropping. Seeing her bare under that dress, legs parted on the bench, hit me hard. Her skin caught the dim light, flushed, as she reached for my belt, fingers shaky on the buckle.
“Need you in me,” she said, urgent. The clink of the belt, the zip of my jeans sounded sharp in the still air. I freed myself, the cool breeze a shock against the heat. Claire’s eyes darkened, her hand wrapping around me, firm and sure. The feel of her palm, the slight drag, pulled a groan from me, rough and low.
“I’ve got her,” David said, voice tight, lifting her dress higher, hands on her hips as he got ready behind her. “Go first, Matt.”
Claire leaned in, hands on my shoulders, breath hot on my neck as she straddled me. The bench creaked, rough against my back as she sank down. The feel of her, tight, warm, ripped a hiss from me. She moaned loud, the sound carrying into the woods, raw as hell, as she started moving. The slick rhythm, skin on skin, filled the air, her breathless cries spiking my pulse.
“God, yes,” she gasped, nails biting into my shoulders, the sting sharp as I gripped her hips, setting the pace. Her hair brushed my face, smelling of shampoo and sweat. Behind her, David’s grunts grew steady, the sound of his belt dropping a hard echo as he positioned himself.
“Ready, love?” he asked, voice strained as he pressed into her. Claire nodded, head tipping back with a long moan as he moved slow. The added pressure, the way she tightened around me, was too much. The sounds, her cries, David’s heavy breaths, the messy rhythm of us, built into a loud mess against the distant sea.
“Fuck, I can feel you both,” Claire choked out, voice breaking as she rocked between us. Her skin was slick now, sticking to my shirt as I thrust up, matching David’s pace. The bench groaned under us, wood scraping my jeans. The smell of sex, raw and thick, mixed with the woods, every sense on edge.
My hands roamed her, feeling the tremble in her thighs, the arch of her spine as she moved. Her moans got louder, desperate, vibrating through me as she got close. “I’m going to cum,” she whimpered, and it pushed me harder, gripping tight as I drove deeper. David’s groans matched hers, rough, the heat of us building fast.
When she came, it was a sharp cry that cut the quiet, her body clenching around me in waves that dragged me over. My release hit hard, a raw groan tearing out as I let go, the feeling brutal and deep. David finished right after, breath ragged against her neck, the three of us shaking together in the aftermath.
We slumped on the bench, tangled up, breathing hard, the cool air sharp on my skin. The distant waves came back into focus, a steady drone beyond our spot. Claire laughed softly, head on my shoulder as David kissed her temple.
