“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I really wish he could fuck you right now,” I said.My wife looked and me and said she was really s...rprised. But she also said that she did feel like a tease, and was also thinking about how nice it would be to have sex with this stranger.It was now late in the evening, and almost everyone else had left the beach. I told her that I was going to pretend to leave, so it would be just her and him left in this section of the beach. I told her she had. He would be able to feel the sexual tension in the air..."Samantha had continued on to write all about what she thought and the way she and "Bill" interacted when she got to the "office" that morning. Tom loved how sexy his SEXetary thought and was with him, and he was excited about their play-acting the next morning.He got to work first and was in place behind his desk when his SEXetary, Samantha, walked in. But, she already knew that she was to play-act "Monica" so that was the role she tried. My mind was reeling with new emotions. I loved watching Carol getting fucked. I hated watching Carol fuck. I needed to watch Carol fuck.Carol's head rolled back, her eyes looking blindly into a world of pure sexual pleasure. Her body was bright red, mouth gaping, lips pursed, nipples impossibly erect and hard, thrusting up to meet every plunge of Tom's cock. Her hips were driving his cock deeper and deeper.The smell of Carol's sex filled my nostrils with a thrilling feeling. I was looking. Ben ended it about three weeks ago, and I was still in my depressed stage. We didn’t date or anything, but I did feel some connection other then sex. I was too wrapped up with my thoughts; I didn’t even notice I was on the ground with my books going everywhere.“Ohmygod! I am sooo sorry!” I looked up and felt my heart jump into my throat. A surfer blond haircut, tan skin, blue eyes, rather well built; this guy was beautiful. He fell to the ground and started to pick up my books and papers. I.