The sun bathed him as he walked into the ocean’s pounding waves. It just wasn’t working. He promised himself he’d give in, he’d give this one last shot. In the hotel suite behind him lay his sleeping wife Veronica. Her heartlessness led to their dramatic separation, yet her loneliness, greed, and malice beckoned him back to this losing game. He took longer sips of gin to drown the failures playing in his head. Naked except for a thong, his wife drifted out their suite's curtains like a malicious spirit.
Veronica was the most sexual woman Christian had ever encountered. He often thought it was lust, not true love, that chained him to her. As he stared out into the Atlantic she pressed her body to his. Her ample breasts caressed the back of his tanned body. He did not turn.
The couple had argued late into the night and he didn't have the energy to continue where they left off. Veronica didn't want to fight. She grasped his crotch and pulled him closer. Sex was the only thing left to feed their separate hungers.
Christian gave in, letting her lead him to a hammock. She began kissing his neck; it was his most sensual erogenous zone. She was going straight for the jugular. Veronica forced Christian into the hammock and kissed the bare sections of his body. He could feel how moist she already was and was glad. He had little interest in properly pleasing her. She removed his tight shorts and began to go down on him, feigning a desire to pleasure him. This was all about her. It was always about her.
“I think you’re ready for me cowboy.” She always dropped stupid lines like that in an attempt at charm.
Veronica got on top of her husband and slipped him inside of her without removing her thong. She moaned instantly, yet the only thing on Christian’s mind was their possible audience. He loathed her recklessness, the way she used her body to entice both men and women. She was very liberal about exposing herself whenever possible, a fault that once lead her to near rape. He often considered her a slut but still got caught in her games. As her body rode his, and her breasts soaked in the sun, he thought he had everything he wanted and yet nothing at all.
After three amazing orgasms Veronica turned to face the ocean. The reverse cowgirl was his favorite position. She really wanted to seem like she wanted to pleasure him. With her round ass bouncing up and down on him, he found it harder and harder to resist. He gave in to the pleasure. For a moment he was lost, floating atop the sound the crashing surf, but then the wave rolled back, leaving him exposed. He closed his eyes and she was gone, bounding back in the room. Letting the orgasm and gin take control, he gently slept naked in the ocean breeze.
Christian woke with a start. After five years he still had bad dreams about his ex wife. After a deep breath he made his way to the kitchen and poured himself gin. Grabbing his phone, he typed a text to Sarah, and for once he didn’t hesitate to send it.
“I don’t think I care anymore. I need to be with you.”
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