Violet and Tara rose out of the water together, pushing their hair away from their faces.
“Just as I told you,” Max began. “My Aphrodite.” He walked to Violet, wrapped her tightly in his arms, and kissed her fiercely.
As the kiss ended, Violet glanced at the other couple who were also in each other’s embrace, and she said, “This may sound silly, but thank you for a wonderful evening,”
“You’re welcome,” Tara returned. “But it doesn’t have to be over. Would you like to come back in for another drink? Or, anything else?” she added with a wink.
“How ‘bout a shower then drinks and conversation?” Violet suggested.
The couples made their way to the bathroom, showering separately and redressing. For a few more hours, they enjoyed those drinks and the conversation, getting to know one another quite well.
“So,” Dan started, “let’s talk about the next few days.” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing Violet and Max to share more laughs with their new friends.
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Two days later, Tara had concluded leading everyone through a naked yoga session on the beach, minus the grunts, groans, and giggles that ensued during the first session. Tara had to admit that while she and Max were in good shape, their first attempt at yoga left them feeling otherwise. They used muscles not even sex had engaged. And between the two of them, poor Max was the most sore, continuing to grunt through many of the poses.
The giggles happened during some of the more precarious stances.
“You have to admit,” Dan started, “seeing a man’s flaccid penis dangling between his legs during down-dog is anything but a turn-on.”
“True,” Max agreed. “But dangling breasts are a different story.” He slid close to Violet’s backside. “And your wet crease is just begging to be plundered,” he whispered saucily in her ear while running his fingers down her ass crack, dipping into her wet folds.
Violet had lost enough of her inhibitions and gained so much confidence over the past few days that she bent forward a bit while spreading her legs, grinding herself against her husband. “Have at it, big boy.”
“Don’t tease me, woman,” he groaned.
While looking over her shoulder, Violet grinned. “Who says I’m teasing?” She wiggled her fanny. “I think I’m getting even more limber,” she added coyly. She bent completely forward, her hands pressing into the sand, leaving her ass in the air with her pussy exposed.
Tara and Dan laughed, and Violet would’ve joined in had her breath not caught at the sudden presence of Max’s erection sliding between her folds. She really shouldn’t have been surprised at his actions. Her husband was all sex, all the time. Again, not that she’d complain. And her teasing only added to his desire.
Heat enveloped Violet as Max bent over her, lifting her back to his chest while guiding his cock into her. With his arms around her, he cupped a breast with one hand while his other found its way to her clit. She sighed, arching with his touch, not even embarrassed to be doing this in broad daylight. And with all that they’d done with Tara and Dan, she wasn’t ashamed to have them witness their actions.
When Violet no longer heard laughter, she briefly looked to see what the other couple was doing, and found them. Tara sat atop her husband close by in the sand, riding Dan slowly while he massaged his wife’s breasts. As Tara’s pace increased, so did the couple’s moans.
Violet closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of what Max was doing to her. She knew she was a changed woman, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. These days, not only with Max, the love of her life, but with the Hardys, had been some of the best she’d ever experienced. She’d never felt more connected to life. This sense of freedom, this sort of exhilarating empowerment was something she needed. Something her husband needed from her.
Max penetrated her over and over using shallow thrusts while his attention to her clit brought her close to the brink. Violet rocked in his arms, hardly able to believe she still had the strength to remain upright. She began to tremble, losing control. Her legs were weakening as Max held her, and he must have felt it.
“Yeah, come hard for me, baby.” While remaining inside her, he guided them down to the sand. Violet went to her hands and knees while Max continued thrusting until she shattered.
Violet convulsed with her orgasm, wailing her approval of what her husband had wrung from her. She clenched tightly around him, spurring Max on to his release. “Fuuuuuck,” she moaned as he gave one more pump before grabbing her hips to get her as close as possible before exploding. She dropped her head as their bodies rippled together. Max hugged her close and rolled them to their sides in the sand.
Tara and Dan released their own cries almost immediately. When they finished, Tara rolled next to Dan as he slung his arm across her body, spooning her into his body.
“Now that’s an exercise routine I can certainly get behind,” Max said.
“Pun intended,” Dan added.
As they all laughed, Max swatted Violet’s rump. “And you, Miss Potty Mouth. You’ve never said that word like that.”
“Are you referring to the F-word?” Violet blushed, as she rarely used that word at all. “I was caught up in the moment and said the first thing that came to mind.”
“I liked it,” Max growled.
Violet turned her face to his and gave him a quick peck before scooting out of his embrace. “Time to get wet.”
“Didn’t I just make that happen?” Max teased.
“Yes you did, thank you very much.” Violet held out her hands for her husband. “Time to get in the ocean.” When he grabbed
