Vacation at the beach house [MF]

Usually, my stories are about things that happened to me years ago. This happened just a couple of weekends ago, and I really have to share it. Sorry for the long intro.

After a long year, I reached out to my old friend, Kevin, to ask if I could use his beach house. We have a long-standing agreement that I can do work on the house and not have to pay the daily rental fee. I also had to keep the place clean, so he wouldn’t have to schedule the cleaning service after I left. That was never an issue. I needed a break from work, so I planned to take a few days off to make a long weekend. Kevin let me know when the house was available, so I was ready for an early August get-away. This go around, my job was to replace some of the deck boards, steps, and also screw down some loose ones. This didn’t seem like that big of a task. I brought down some tools. Kevin was to have the deck boards delivered. I figured I could knock it out in stages each morning. I would be able to get some much-needed relaxation on the beach, and then get back home for work before Monday.

I arrived late Wednesday night. Thursday morning, I got ready to work and inspected the deck. It was pretty bad off. I found many boards would need replacing. Beach houses take quite a beating. This task was going to take me a while. Additionally, there was no saw. The deck boards were not there. I shot a text to Kevin. He said his friend DJ would be bringing a load of deck boards and a chop saw, sorry for the delay. DJ and Kevin go way back. They have been buddies and business partners since college. I know him and his family. I cannot stand DJ.

Since I didn’t have the materials for the work, I decided to make my grocery trip. After a run to town and back, I prepped for a day on the beach.

I spent Thursday and Friday going to the beach, swimming, fishing, enjoying the view of many sexy ladies in their swim wear, drinking beer, and relaxing. I made some temporary friends, played a lot of corn hole and washers. It was turning into a great vacation. However, the lumber never showed up, and I was getting worried that I wasn’t going to get any work done. Each day, I texted Kevin for an update with no news.

Friday evening, I come home from the beach and a trailer full of lumber was in the drive. There is also a big pickup truck and voices upstairs. It turns out DJ came by with the lumber but was also ready for a weekend at the beach house with his wife and 3 kids. DJ is a loud, crass individual. He’s heavy set, about 6’2″. A big guy. His wife, Amy, is a good-looking lady. She’s about 5′ 4″, got a fit mom bod, light brown hair, C-cup breasts that have been through 3 children, and a tattoo sleeve on her left arm. Their two boys (12, 10, 7) are rambunctious, hyper, and loud. DJ had already helped himself to my beer and his kids had helped themselves to my snacks. Additionally, there was no longer a place for me to sleep. DJ and his wife have taken the main bedroom and the kids have taken the other bedroom. The only place left to sleep was the couch. I was not pleased. I would have left that night, but I had been drinking all day and the deck still needed to be done. DJ said he would help me with the deck the next day. What a relief. I tried to be friendly and cordial. Amy made dinner for us all. DJ got drunk and ate too much. I got tired of hearing about his several businesses and how much money he and Kevin made together last year.

I got up quite early Saturday and began work on the deck. There still was no saw, so I went to town and bought one. I got to work on the deck. About mid-day I broke for a quick lunch. DJ and the family were getting ready to go to the beach. Amy was slathering the kids with sunblock. DJ was making Bloody Marys to go. Ummm. OK. What about the help? DJ said he would take the family to the beach, help them set up, and come back to help me.

Cue late afternoon and I’m finishing the last of the stair planks – alone. I was beat from the heat, humidity, and sun. I cleaned up the work and went inside to shower. As I was showering, the crew had come home. The beach house has only one bathroom, and the boys came in and used it while I was in there, behind the shower curtain, interrupting me jerking off. Of course, they had no idea because the water was running, but they left the door open. I finished showering and I had to move quickly to grab my hanging towel and also close the door. As I did this, the main bedroom door across the hall opened and Amy saw me in my nude, fully showered, semi-hard glory. I quickly closed the door.

“Sorry,” I said through the door.

“Nothing I haven’t seen. I live in a house full of boys,” she said through the door.

After drying and getting dressed, I went to grab a beer from the fridge, and they were all gone. DJ had taken all my beers to the beach. I was pretty pissed.

DJ was out on the deck, starting charcoal in the grill, tall cocktail in hand.

“I’m grilling some steaks for us tonight. How do you like yours.”

“Medium rare. I also like to have beer with my steak, so I guess I’m going to go get some,” I said a bit angrily.

“Oh, dude, my bad. I got some more in the cooler there.”

I grabbed the last beer from the cooler.

“The deck looks real good,” he said.

“I try to do my best,” I said. “Thanks.”

I was tired from working all day and pissed off at the whole situation. I quickly drank the beer, and went down stairs to go get another six pack from the store. While out, I contemplated returning back to my home. It was a 5-hour drive, and I decided it wouldn’t be a good idea that night. I’d do it in the morning.

On the way back, I stopped at the beach rather than the house. I sat in the sand, enjoying the late sun, and drank a couple of beers.

When I finally came back to the house, there was a party on the deck. The kids were running around the neighborhood with other kids. DJ had invited some of the neighbors over (other beach house renters visiting for the weekend). All the steaks were gone. There were some hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill. I grabbed a burger and hot dog. I tried to enjoy myself with all these people on what was supposed to be a quiet weekend vacation. DJ kept drinking his tall cocktails and the glass never seemed to get empty.

I was feeling a little horny, having had no relief earlier. So at one point, I broke away to the bathroom to jerk off. I closed the door, grabbed some tissue and got to work. I was thinking about some of the sexy girls from the beach and their round perky tits. I was thinking about one of the neighbor girls, Nala, out on the deck in her swimsuit with her big breasts and perfect ass. I was sitting on the toilet, cock in hand when the door popped open. I scrambled to not look guilty as hell and also hide my dick. It was Amy.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” she paused. She turned away. “I didn’t think anyone was in here. The boys are always leaving the light on.”

“I thought it was locked,” I replied.

“The lock is broken,” she said as she closed the door. “Keep going. You don’t have to stop because of me.”

But I was already going soft. I wasn’t going to finish now. Embarrassed ad frustrated, I got up, put my dick away and exited the bathroom. Sure enough the lock didn’t keep the door closed.

The night was winding down and the neighbors began to leave. I picked up beer cans and bottles. When I went inside, DJ was passed out on the couch. I tidied up the main room and kitchen. Amy had gone to bed, and the kids were in their beds. DJ was snoring, flat on his back. I tried to wake him, but his drunk ass was out.

I grabbed a fan from the laundry room and a blanket. I set up the fan and laid down on a deck lounge chair outside. It was uncomfortably warm, and I had gotten a little sunburned working on the deck. The fan made it bearable. It also helped keep the mosquitoes off. I didn’t really need the blanket. All the lights were off. I was feeling restless. I was all alone out on the deck. I decided to try and rub one out once again. It might help me relax enough to fall sleep.

I got to work, thinking about the girls I was thinking about before. I was working it slowly, but efficiently. Then, the back light comes on, providing a perfect view of me laying in the chair with my 7-inch hard cock in hand. I covered myself with my hands and then grabbed the blanket. The sliding door opens and Amy steps out. The light turned off and she closed the door. My eyes had to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. She was wearing an over-sized t-shirt. Her hair was damp.

“I was wondering where you were. Sorry to interrupt… again”

I covered myself with the blanket.

“Sorry you had to see… again,” I replied, embarrassed.

She walked toward me.

“No need to apologize. I’ll leave you to your thing,” and she turned around to walk back.

“It’s ok. I probably can’t anymore,” I said knowing that I was quickly shrinking.

There was a brief pause. She turned back around.

[— GOOD STUFF STARTS —]

“Maybe I can help,” she said.

I didn’t know what she had in mind. Show me her tits? She walked over to me and lifted the blanket. She straddled the lounge chair, but it was a bit too wide for her stance and she fell onto my legs. She adjusted to squatting with a knee on either side of me, straddling. She scooted up toward my crotch. I uncovered the blanket from my dick. She licked her hand with a lot of saliva and grabbed my member. She stroked my cock a few times before it was back standing at attention. I was still on the fence about what was going on. She continued her slippery strokes for about another minute. I was fully hard. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra or swimsuit underneath her shirt, both the nipples poking through the fabric. This handjob was going nicely. As her hand was getting dry, she began to jerk my cock.

“My arm is getting tired, let’s try this,” she whispered as she moved to mount me. I pulled back a little, because I wasn’t sure about this.

“What about DJ?” I asked.

“We’re not ‘doing it’. Relax. I got this. Anyways, he’s passed out.” She licked her hand again and rubbed saliva on her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She wet her pussy a second time. She pressed my hard cock against my body and proceeded to rub and grind against it with her pussy. This pussy job was hot but there was no way it could keep going. I thought I could bear it, but after about 20 seconds I said, “Ow. Your hair is poking me a lot.”

She stopped grinding against me.

“Sorry. I shaved a couple days ago.” She thought for a moment, licked her hand with a lot of saliva and reached down to her crotch again. As she rose up off my cock, my cock sprang up. She reached to grab my cock, but before she could, it poked right into the entrance of her pussy – as if that’s what it was designed to do.

“Oops,” she giggled, as if embarrassed, and pulled off of my cock. I was still not quite sure what she had in mind.

After a few-second pause she said, “Well, we’re already here. Let’s do ‘it’.” She sat right back down on my cock and started to ride it.

“What about… a condom?” I asked.

“I’m fixed,” she replied. She continued to gently ride up and down on my cock, sometimes giving a long grind against my pubic bone on the down stroke.

“What about DJ?” I asked, thinking he was going to barge out at any second and kill me.

“We’ve gone this far,” she said. “I just want to help.”

She continued to fuck my rod, I reached up under her shirt to play with her breasts. I wanted to see them. I wanted to suck on her nipples.

“Nope, just helping,” she reprimanded me and pushed my hands down – she continued the ride. I licked my thumb and reached in toward her pussy. Through her remaining bush, I found her hard nub and started to rub my thumb against it. She noped that away too and leaned with her hands against my chest.

In the darkness of night, I was laying on the chair, a married woman fucking me, doing all the work. It was very quiet except for the slippery sounds of our fucking, her heavy breathing, and occasional creaks from the chair. My cock was feeling as hard as a rock. I could feel myself approaching the moment of no return.

“Amy… gonna cum,” I warned. She continued to ride.

“Amy?” I said with a sense of urgency.

“Do it, baby” she said. And a few seconds later, I came. I grunted with each spurt as they shot deep inside her while she sat on top of me. She stopped moving. Just a few moments passed and she dismounted me. I helped her to step up from the lounger as she stood up. I awkwardly thanked her.

“Glad to help. Not a word of this.”

“Not a word,” I echoed.

“To anyone. I mean it. Especially not Kevin,” she continued. She reached down to her pussy and touched our fluids.

“Damn. You came a lot.” She touched her fingers to her tongue, taking a taste. “No worries. Hysterectomy,” she decided to clarify. Then she went inside holding her hand under her pussy as she walked away.

I put my cock, wet from our juices, away and zipped up my shorts. The whole thing lasted only a few minutes. It took quite a while to fall asleep after, but I did feel more relaxed.

Sunday morning, I quickly had my car packed so I could leave. DJ was asleep in the bed now and the kids were eating cereal and watching cartoons. Amy went about the morning as if nothing happened. Over coffee, Amy told me she would make sure the place was cleaned up, and I could go home early. I took her word for it and left.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/99o1q3/vacation_at_the_beach_house_mf