Getting out of the water was often almost more incredible than being in it. She always felt exhausted, like her body had been worn out, every single b...t of it, like she was clean. Like she was just birthed. She took the towel her husband offered her and looked into his brown eyes. They were intensely focused, the bottom half lit up by the reflection of the silver beach. She dried herself roughly, vigorously, and he watched, getting out a bottle of water and some biscuits. They stared at the. First she had to shower and wash so her husband could not smell her reeking of sex. To him, she was just a wife grateful for the meagre boring sex he gave her once a week if she was lucky. Never saying no, always making him cum, never complaining about being unfulfilled.After her shower, she put on a tight dress emphasising her tits and showing some thigh. She was goading her husband, challenging him to be a man and overpower her. Giving her the justification to be Sir's slut again if he. Her breasts are about the size of Marie's, although I haven't seen them first hand." Would you like to meet her now? Since you two are both awake." Yes, I would."I turned and went back to Susan's door and knocked. "Come in," we heard.I opened the door and told her I wanted to introduce Tamara to her. Tamara walked in and over to the side of the bed. Tamara was wearing one of her short baby doll nightgowns and I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing any panties.I said I would leave them to get. ~I woke up hot and wet and I had no idea why. I had defiantly had an erotic dream but I couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was about. It didn’t matter, I was horny was fuck and needed a release, “Mum!” I called quickly to check if anyone was home, there was no reply and I grinned in satisfaction before jumping up off the bed. I stood in front of my mirror and watched myself as I traced my hand up and down my stomach, I was tempted to close my window so I could dim the neighbours music.