The idea of the beach house was an obvious one. Ken and I were in a rut. Too many mundane stresses in our lives had our sex life in a rut too. But the beach house - a new place, far from the mortgage or bills. My parents had the kids and our coworkers were briefed on work. We had nothing to do but explore the surf, the sand, and - cliche as it was - each other.

To rediscover ourselves.

The beach had beckoned us early, before the sun grew too hot. We were driven back inside by mid-afternoon when the rays seemed to bake everything around us. When we returned we looked like tourists, Ken in his floral print shirt, me in my cover up skirt, and both of us combing our salt-sprayed hair. They might have thought us mismatched in our similarity. Me: curvy and slim, Ken: stocky and broad, both of us: the same height in our sandals.

We collapsed onto the enclosed porch. It even had its own bar, so we didn't have to go inside to grab lemonades that were more ice than juice. Breezes wafted in through the windows. Though we were too far to hear the crash of waves or the chatter of people, at least it still smelled like the ocean.

I broke the silence. "Have you recovered enough to pounce on me?"

Ken glanced around the room. The porch had a lot of windows and very few curtains. "Here?"

"We're on vacation, baby," I grinned back.

Ken's lips curled into a smirk. "And what if the neighbors are home?"

I stood in front of him, sliding my shirt up to my ribs. "Then let's give 'em a good show." I tugged the shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it onto a chair. The ocean air cooled my breasts through the bikini top. Ken's eyes were transfixed by the swell of my chest. I felt the tide turning as his interest rose.

Keeping my eyes on his, I tugged my bikini bottoms down from underneath my skirt and tossed them aside. Now Ken's mouth went slack. He couldn't see my wetness through my skirt but his eyes pierced as if he could. His attention was wholly on me: the stress of our home lives was gone. Only we remained.

I approached as he started to push off the couch and pushed him back down. The wicker creaked underneath us. "Do you think we should be worried about breaking it?" I giggled into his neck. My practiced fingers were already halfway through his shirt buttons.

Ken answered in only a whimper. Too distracted now to talk. I tore through the last of the buttons, peeled off the shirt, and lifted his hips to free his shorts. His cock sprang free as soon as they cleared. "I knew you'd enjoy this vacation," I smirked. For a response Ken could only curl one hand around the back of my head as he sank into the cushions. His whole body gave way to my attention as I built up the pace, moving from slow adoration to an intent bob. Up and down I worked my mouth on his shaft, wettening him and stiffening and lavishing my attention. One hand supported his base while the other stroked his balls, coaxing him harder and harder. My upper body bounced over his lap while he melted back, both of us in contrast in the early evening shade.

He tasted good in my mouth. Firm, lightly salty, and growing insistent. I pushed myself deeper and deeper down his length to his appreciative moans. "Oh yes, Renee..." I had his full undivided attention for what felt like the first time in months and I loved it almost as much as I loved his taste.

I eased up once I felt the sweat prickle on my back. Ken's legs were stiffening underneath me and his hips were arched up to maximize our movements, but I had my own needs to meet. Ken groaned again when my lips popped off his swollen head - this time a groan of denial. His glazed eyes shifted into awareness. "Baby," he said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Mmm, yes darling?" I asked. I smirked. I loved seeing the shifts in him like the tides. He was awakening.

"I. Need. You." Ken wrapped his hands around my waist. Thick, strong fingers gripped me and moved me up and off his lap. I let myself be moved backward. There was no coffee table in front of the couch, so I knew it would be several long steps back towards the opposite wall.

Several long steps, or many shorter ones. Ken's pants were still bunched at his knees. In our growing haste neither of us bothered to pull them all the way off. Instead, Ken nibbled at my neck while we shuffled backward. A benefit of being the same height as your lover - no bending or stooping. No straining or reaching. Everything at exactly the right spot.

Ken tightened one hand while loosening his other and suddenly my backward movement turned into a spin. We were just in front of the bar, a faded oak counter that was as kitschy as it sounds. Another push at my back and the worn wood surface pressed my breasts flat. I breathed out into a moan, looking over my shoulder at my awakened lover and wriggling my hips. "Are you going to take me here against this bar?" I smirked.

"I will," he smirked back, "but not yet."

Strong fingers flipped my skirt over to expose the curve of my ass. For a moment I felt only the warm breeze on my skin. Then a quick parade of smacks. Slap slap slap. Slap slap. A long pause. Slap. Three hard smacks to each cheek. I moaned against the wood, more out of arousal than pain. Ken walked the line perfectly between the two.

"Can you imagine what the neighbors must think?" Ken asked. Half a beat later his stiff cock lay between my cheeks, teasing me with his thickness. "Watching you strip and blow me, only to get spanked over the bar?" His hands tightened on my hips as if he were about to plunge into my pussy, but he only stroked his length outside my ass. My body bucked helplessly back. I wanted him to plunge in. I wanted him to pound me into the wood, voyeurs or not.

He bent forward. I craned my neck enough to look at both our faces in the mirror, both desperate for differing reasons. His broad shoulders looked strong over my narrow frame. "You want to give them a show?" he asked.

I nodded at his reflection.

"Okay, baby. Then let's give a good show."

Ken's hands shifted to my ass, spreading my cheeks apart and pulling at my holes. Not only my pussy, which throbbed in anticipation for him, so wet I could smell myself. But also my asshole. An asshole made wet by a long wet flick of his tongue. Ken hadn't hesitated. He immediately replaced his teasing cock with an assured mouth, right over my most secret of places. I arched up into the air, both me and my reflection responding to the pleasure. Anyone watching would have seen me giving my ass to his mouth and howling at the pure completion of his attention. Yet despite Ken kneeling behind me, his hands holding me to the bar would have realized his focus was equally selfish.

Somewhere in the waves of pleasure I realized my pussy was filled with two fingers, expertly stroking my g-spot. And that the wetness of his tongue was replaced by the probing intensity of a thumb. Ken's form loomed over me. "How is that, Renee? What you wanted when you put on that skirt?"

I couldn't answer. I was too busy moaning into the bliss of my dual orgasm.

While my voice rose into a shriek, Ken's smile broadened into a grin. "That's my good girl. Now, let's show them how well you can take this cock."

I writhed under him. The undercurrent of lust in his voice drove me wild. I hadn't even noticed when Ken squirted the lube onto himself, but I had planted the bottle by the counter for this exact reason. I wanted him to notice it. Now as I felt his slick head push against my asshole I realized he recognized the bottle as the hint that it had been. A giant neon hint that I wanted exactly this: to be bent over the bar and fucked in the ass.

Willing myself to relax, I breathed against the surface. It wasn't easy, with my legs supporting most of my weight and the thrill of anticipation coursing through me. But also - I wanted exactly this. In full view of the windows on a golden afternoon. The pleasure from his mouth and his fingers building towards the supreme pleasure that only a cock can give.

I parted for him. Ken moved slowly, tenderly, like it was our first time. He let me adjust, sliding first his thick head past my ass hole then his length. inch by inch. The opposing attention of his fingers stroking my g-spot helped but even more than that, he tilted my hips just right to stroke an equally divine place in my ass. By the time his hips touched my cheeks I was moaning hot into the wood and oozing my pleasure.

Ken's hands were on my waist, gentle and firm, holding me in position. His legs perfectly aligned with mine. And his cock curved into my depths so perfectly. "You fit me so well," he purred. For a moment my eyes lifted to the mirror. We shared a sweet look that reminded me of earlier days in our relationship. Tender days when we were still learning each other.

Our gaze heated. Ken's next words were lower, coated with gravel. "And you take me so well, Renee." His pants were rough at my ankles and my skirt was smooth against my ribs. Both contrasted the heat of his skin on mine. His grip tightened as he pulled back, slowly, then rushed forward. Slowly back and rushed forward. It was a slow fuck, but it was a fuck all the same, pushing me against the counter. I felt my back arch as my eyes rolled into my head. "Yes!" I shouted. "Take me. Fuck me."

His pace shifted faster. "Mm, that's right. Scream for me. Let everyone know how much you enjoy me taking your ass." He plunged deep, again and again. I felt my pussy grip on nothing as I came, dripping onto my own legs. I was shrieking around him, hands tight on the bar, and clenching tight around his pounding dick. All while he held my hips at the exact angle.

Was I babbling? Through my pleasured screams I goaded him on. "Yes, take my ass. Fuck me. Oh Ken, yes. Unleash on me."

His rhythm shifted into the staccato I've known for years. The insistence of needing to cum, now, deep. Heavy balls slapped against my dripping pussy as if announcing the finale. "Cum for me," I hissed. "Cum deep in my ass."

"That's my good girl. Yes, Renee. That's my good girl. Taking my cock so perfect." From behind me I heard a higher roar before I felt the swell. His hands gripped my waist, holding me, not letting me move, as he pumped wave after wave of cum into my ass. My own juice cascaded to my thighs as I screamed back, enjoying those moments of purely carnal pleasure.

Ken panted as his grip loosened, slowly sliding away from me, his cock and his legs and his hands all leaving me at once. Then he was spreading a towel across the couch and pulling me towards him, his arms gentle around my back and his hands soft into my hair. Ken held me as we both caught our breath against the cooling sweat.

After a long time, I tilted my head back and our lips caught in a sweetly melting kiss. When we pulled back I asked, "Do you really think the neighbors were home?"

Ken smiled up at me. Years of love shone in his eyes. "No baby, I don't think they did." He kissed the tip of my nose, "But we can try again later."