OPEN MARRIAGE "THE VIEW FROM THE SURF" By Bill I can't explain why I enjoy watching my tall wife have sex with other men. I just do. Her measurements, thanks to God and Nautilus, haven't changed since she was a model. We were recently staying at a rented condo on Florida's west coast, a half mile from where our first experience in our liberated marriage began last fall. Having danced the previous night away at a lounge, we'd waited until the afternoon before donning our swimwear and taking the sun umbrella and blanket down to the beach. I noticed for the first time that the sand on the Gulf side is a bit grainier than it is on the Atlantic side. After an hour's swimming, my eyes felt heavy as I lay on our beach blanket, my eyes half closed. Ellen stood above me, combing her waist-length hair. For the thousandth time, I was noticing that her gray eyes complement her black hair. Her breasts strained as if they might burst from the top of her red string-bikini. She smiled, playfully, "If you're going to nap, I'm going back into the water." She picked up her tropical-print beach bag, dropped the tanning lotion in it, and rose from the towel. Her tone was an invitation to join her, but I declined. I slipped on an aloha shirt and slumped back on the gentle slope of a grassy dune. A half dozen college students strode by, eyeballing her long legs as she was walking to the surf. given her. I don't think of my vicarious thrill from watching other men's attraction to Ellen as being particularly unusual. I fell asleep. I awoke to a setting sun and reached for a beer from the cooler. I squinted through the rippling red rays toward Ellen standing at the water's edge. Her arms folded, her toes twirling into the sand, she was talking with a handsome, muscular man I aged at about 38. His straight, blond hair was only slightly longer than that of an ordinary crewcut. He'd introduced himself as Garry, a married pharmaceuticals salesman, staying alone in a hotel just beyond a distant marina. He raced her to the sunset-red water, his head bobbing slightly, surveying her curves. They stood waist-deep in the surf, their conversation faint against the soft fall of waves, occasionally punctuated by Ellen's laughter. I tilted the bottle, pulling on the beer. After the sun slipped beneath the horizon, the Gulf of Mexico faded to a deep blue, streaked with white waves. The beach was nearly deserted. The nearest figure, an elderly man walking a large yellow dog, was a 100 yards away. Finally, their voices faded, perhaps into whispers. Occasionally Ellen looked back assumed I hadn't, and stayed with the man in the water until dark. In the warm night breeze, a faint smell of a fresh catch of fish was drifting up from a boat at a distant pier. Stars winked against a black sky. The low moon was partially hidden by clouds, the darkness absorbing their forms. I entertained sexual fantasies but doubted anything was really happening. Two beers later, I looked at the glowing face of my diver's watch, deciding it was time to drop the charade that I was sleeping and go back to the condo. I walked to the land's edge, saw that she was no longer in the water, and trudged along a fifty yard flank of palms and palmetto fronds to look for her. Now and then, broken sea shells crunched beneath my sandals. I slowed my pace, trying to decide whether I should walk in the opposite direction. Sighs hissed from a clump of trees and brush at the top of a dune. I assumed I'd stumbled upon a couple of locals in after-hours frolic, then recognized the moan. I bent and pushed through an opening in the high brush alongside a palm tree. In the clearing, my wife's bikini was crumpled beneath Garry's black trunks and the beach bag. Trembling, she lay beneath him on our towel. The thin and palmetto fronds in the moon's glare looked like tigers' stripes against their skin. Both were nude, their eyes locked together. Her lower lip quivered. She moaned, betraying her eagerness as Garry fondled her breasts. Her nipples were now red and swollen as tips of her fingers traced a sensuous path down his neck. Her tremorous mouth formed an "oh" as his lips touched hers. Tasting her melon-like breasts, he sucked each firm, reddened nipple until they stood out like spikes. She pressed their soft ripeness against his face, her cries of pleasure piercing the warm night air. His engorged shaft swayed above her as she whimpered in anticipation, her hips gyrating involuntarily in desire. Her long legs splayed, her thighs rippled as she nervously dug her heels into the sand. She gasped in fear of his long cock, her hips rising in excitation. She gulped, shivering with lust as her mouth encircled his shaft curving up from the thick, blond pubic hair. Garry gaped at his saliva- covered manhood, glistening as her lips glided along its length. Ellen sucked and squeezed his cock as she mewed helplessly, her cunt burning with the red hot coals of My heart palpitated, my manhood swelling. I envied Garry's length. My shaft was now as hard as his as I pumped it slowly. Garry pushed her trembling legs apart. Her body shivered, her eyes following the slow downward path of his extended shaft as he mounted her. Her eager cunt quivered upward to touch the intrusive member. His shaft's thick, purplish head grazed her silky-black pubic hair, then began slithering into her lubricated depths. Ellen moaned as her tunnel enwrapped his shaft. She burst out, fervidly, "Garry, I'm on fire! It's all for YOU! FOR YOU!" His broad manhood throbbed within her as she crooned, his sinewy body hovering above her. He pumped slowly as I breathed in unison with his long thrusts. A long, modulated "Oh!" escaped her oval-ed lips with each pummeling, her soft breasts heaving in rhythm with the distant waves. Her hips writhed, engulfing him. He lingered in a moment of intoxication, then plunged into her, riding her with a fury. Locking her legs around his hips, she murmured, "Oh, Garry, I love it! I LOVE it!" She lifted her hips to meet his as his long cock plumbed her steaming cuntal walls, pistoning against him, wailing with each thrust. the passion radiating between them, as if a star were about to explode. Blood pounded in my head and groin. Fighting the urge to join their adulterous union, I stroked the bulge straining within my trunks. Her body pulsated as he tunneled deeper. Moaning, she pulled him back with her legs each time he withdrew his assault. Her hips gyrated in glowing lust. The image of her cunt eagerly welcoming his huge muscle burned into my senses. Now crying, Ellen thrashed her head from side to side as he pistoned into her, her hips swirling, grinding her cunt against him. Swinging her long legs around his shoulders, she squealed, "My God, Garry! I've never felt like this!" Her eyes glistened with tears. Her face registered surprise with each steaming entry of his massive cock. Now, crossing a new, sizzling threshhold of adulterous passion, she cried, "It's marvelous! I LOVE fucking you!" His chest heaved as he looked down upon her rolling eyes. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the vice-like grip of her legs squeezed his buttocks, each upward stroke lifting her from the towel. Unable to take her eyes off the broad foot-long cock ramming into her shaved pussy, Ellen cried, "Oh, Garry! I love your cock! God, help me! I've this!" I was drugged with a time-stilling sensation as she rolled, her legs pulling Garry beneath her. Straddling him, she slowly impaled herself on his cock, her fiery well of passion sucking in the steaming poker. Ellen was rolling her head in wide circles, her eyes wide, as the orgasm was building. The smell of their sex permeated the warm night air. Thrusting into Ellen's fevered tunnel, Garry was also emersed in the culmination of their lust. His jaw slackened. Gaping at her cuntal folds enveloping his firm manhood as she bucked against him, Garry murmured, "YES, Ellen! I love it too! I love fucking YOU!" Her back arched, her fingers digging expectantly into his chest. She muttered, her throat tremoring, "I'm...I'm going to come! Come with me!" His frenzied abandon made it clear that he too would soon explode. Gurgling, she bit into her fist to avoid screaming. Now, plummeting into her, he groaned, "Help me. Help me come with you!" She raised her hips, crying deleriously as his engorged manhood propelled inward, then withdrew to enter again. She was kneeling above him, her cuntal walls squeezing his trapped pillar even more tightly. The yolks of her eyes, now wide, rolled. She wailed ips against his. My heart was thumping like a sledgehammer. And then they were coming together in rapturous waves. With each shattering orgasm, her eyes rolled, her long hair flailing the night air as she sobbed. His chest heaved as he lay alongside her, his fingers exploring the contours of her soft breasts. Inching deeper into the shadows, I bumped into the palm tree and leaned against it, gasping. I'd enjoyed it as much as she! When he asked if he could see her again, she whispered, "I don't think so," playfully flicking his dark shaft, then lied, "I've never done anything like this before. I don't want my husband to know." She sat up, murmuring, regretfully, "We've been here too long. I have to get back to Bill." "I understand. But I'd like to give you my hotel's number in case you change your mind." He pulled on his trunks as she fumbled through her beach bag for a pencil and paper. He scratched out his name and number. She hooked the top half of her swim suit as she walked behind him, stuffing his note into her suit, brushing away sand that clung to her waist and legs. I sprinted through the clearing toward the car, then ack from the parking area, ignoring Garry who was casually walking to his car, suntan oil in hand. Smiling, she glanced toward me as she was taking down the sunbrella. "I KNOW you were watching us," she chirped. "Enjoy it?" Back upstairs in our condo, Ellen queried, "Would you mind if I saw Garry again?" I nodded negatively. She smiled excitedly, her eyes wild, as she dialed his number, and announced into the phone, "Hi, Garry. It's Ellen." seven, she drove to his hotel. A "wild, wild night!" she later told me. She and Garry were fucking until three hours past sunrise. Garry has visited Ellen a dozen times since, which is Ellen's story if she decides to write it. Bizarre as our lifestyle may seem to others, Ellen and I are as close as any couple I have known. The arrangement has had an interesting side effect: I haven't once considered cheating. Frankly, affairs without her couldn't be as exciting.