Beach Swing

  Beach Swing

  By

  Laran Mithras

  Other Novellas by Laran Mithras

  Intrusion of the Heart

  The Knight of Her Heart

  My Two Vampire Lovers

  Eclipse of Her Heart

  The Captain of Her Heart

  The Captain of Her Heart: Assassin's Gambit

  The Captain of Her Heart: Pirate's Passion

  Phone Sex With The Neighbors

  DRAGON, SHIFTED

  The Sharing of Carlene

  The Babysitter's Desire

  Two Vampires For Leah

  Loaning Her To My Boss

  CAT, SHIFTED

  Short Stories

  by Laran Mithras

  After Her Death (Kindle Only)

  Cover Photo courtesy of StockPhotosForFree.com

  Beach Swing is a work of fiction. Names, locations and incidents either are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2014 - All Rights Reserved

  “A lot of women lead secret lives with hidden agendas...But when the truth comes out, it comes out swinging.”

  CHAPTER 1

  Thomas didn't know his next words would result in seeing his wife make love to her friend's husband. In seeing her pussy plowed by a large and muscular man. “Why don't we invite Julia and Mark? That would make the rental affordable.”

  It was always Julia and Mark, not Mark and Julia.

  Diane gazed over his shoulder at the rental form they had received in the mail. “A thousand dollars for the week. Wow.”

  “We have enough time to pick the week. Give them a call. See if they can vacation with us.”

  His wife Diane had met Julia talking over laundry in the apartment laundromat before either were married. They had moved into homes, both of them, but were still close friends.

  “That sounds like fun,” Diane said. She was always the life of the party, telling jokes, laughing and making sure she made memorable impressions. She was tall at five foot eight, the same height as he was.

  She snatched her cell from her purse and dropped down onto the couch.

  Tom settled back and watched her. He spent so much time on his feet that he stayed off them when he could. A lazy week laying on the beach sounded prime.

  Diane was slightly wide in the hips, but normal everywhere else. She had thought her boobs were her best asset, but he had married her for her personality. It had been a long time convincing her. He listened to the one-sided conversation.

  “Hi, Julia.”

  “Fine. You?”

  “Oh? That's awful.”

  “Hopefully they can get to it today.”

  “Yep.”

  “Hey, Tom and I wanted to know if you would like to rent a vacation beach house in June. Split the cost.”

  “Yeah, that's what I said.”

  “Uh huh.”

  Tom glanced at the sheet. A thousand was affordable but it would be twice as affordable if their friends went along. Mark was a franchise owner of a gym and Julia was a stay-at-home housewife.

  “Sure. No problem.”

  “Okay, bye.” She always had a smile on her face when signing off. People couldn't see it, but they could hear it.

  He motioned with his chin. “How'd that go?”

  “She needs to check with Mark, but she said it sounded like fun. Her washing machine sprung a leak so she was in the middle of a mess.”

  “Ew.”

  ~ ~ ~

  Tom adjusted his glasses and checked over the packing slips making sure each had the handler's signature and check marks. RMC Corp made nuts and bolts: one of the last factories in America that did so. He was the packaging and distribution manager. Being out on the floor, he wasn't required to conform to the executive policy of short hair. He wore his brown hair long and brushed back, tied into a ponytail.

  Diane's hair was even longer than his, straight blonde and even in a ponytail hung down to her waist.

  They went through more shampoo than others.

  The vibration at his hip was his wife. “Hey.” She was calling from the office; she also worked at RMC handling customer invoices.

  “Julia called, they're a go. But Mark said the third week would be better.”

  “Nuts.”

  “Yeah.”

  The second week was better for them. Diane's position could only be filled the second week. The third week the gal covering for her was going on her own vacation.

  “See if they can move it to the second week--”

  “I told her. She's checking with Mark.”

  He scribbled his signature on a packing slip. “Why the third week, anyway?”

  “Something about his assistant being out of town for his mother's surgery the first week. Not sure what day he would be back for the second week.”

  “Hmm. Well, maybe it will work out.”

  “It will.”

  He heard her smile and said, “Okay then, see you in a few.”

  She made a kissing sound and clicked off.

  Mark's cock would change both their lives.

  CHAPTER 2

  Diane flipped the steak over. They ate steak once a week, on Fridays. She sprinkled salt and pepper on it and hummed to herself.

  Her husband came into the kitchen, hair still wet. He bathed twice a day. The air at the factory seemed filled with grease out on the floor. He pulled two flavored vodkas from the refrigerator.

  Her phone chimed. Humming with delight, not even knowing who it was, she snatched the phone from her pocket. “Julia, hi.” She was always happy to talk to people. Whether sharing coffee, vodka coolers, or cooking steaks.

  “Hey there. Mark said fine to the second week.” Julia's voice sounded pleased.

  She squealed and jumped up and down.

  “He said we might be a few hours late, though. Ben will be back that day, but not for opening.”

  “Oh, no matter. That's wonderful.”

  “It will be nice to get out of the house.” Julia just stayed at home.

  “Let me put Tom on. I have steaks going.”

  “Oh? Sure, okay.”

  She handed her cell to him. “Tell her the check details and the phone number.”

  He shrugged. “Hi Julia.”

  She listened to the one-sided conversation as she flipped the other steak. The first one was done. She bent down and looked at the burner. The grill wasn't in the right spot.

  “No, no, look, I'll pay the whole thing and you can give me your half. Let's not confuse the guy--”

  “Right.”

  “Doesn't matter.”

  “Oh. Well, that works, too.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Sure. You want to talk to Diane?”

  “Okay, see you then.” He clicked off.

  She took her phone back. “What was that about?”

  “She going to run their check over here.”

  “Tonight? She didn't--”

  “Yeah, but she wanted to get out of the house.”

  Diane nodded. That was Julia. Cooped up, lonely, waiting for Mark to come home. They were happy, but her days were dreary. Diane had suggested hobbies. Julia loved to sew, but their house was filled with her hobby. There was only so much sewing one could do in a day before growing weary.

  She served the one steak. She felt him wrap her in a hug from behind. She smiled, though he couldn't see it with his nose nuzzled against the back of her neck. He was a good man, solid, slow to anger, and a wonderful lover. He was quiet, though, and she had at first thought he was a snob.

  They were married a year after they met at RMC when she had taken that job. She had thought him handsome with his shoulder length hair, though his glasses gave him a more thoughtful look than one of s
omething you would see on a romance book cover.

  “Vodkas are popped,” he said.

  “Gimme. This other steak isn't ready.” She took the proffered bottle. Taking a swig, she bounced the spatula on the meat. It felt right. “Okay, let's eat.”

  ~ ~ ~

  Tom stretched his feet out after dinner. He rarely sat at work. He was very much looking forward to the second week in June. It was still a month away. He finished off his cooler and hummed with pleasure. RMC was a stressful atmosphere. The personnel manager, Brad, often used the threat of replacement whenever he could. The dick probably thought he was pushing the employees to better results.

  The old man at the top didn't care. He was too old to handle personnel and his hiring of Brad seemed to function as he wanted.

  Diane finished her cooler and placed it on the dinner table next to his. “I'll take another.” She always got happy when she had the coolers. Later, she would want sex.

  That was fine by him. Sex was a great way to relax.

  Julia's knock was light. It always was.

  Tom was coming back from the kitchen, bottles in hand. He set them down and answered the door. Diane was still in the kitchen.

  He gave her a smile. “Hey Julia.” He waved her in.

  Julia was a short little thing, all thin and bony.

  She needs a little meat on her, he thought.

  “I have your check here.” She looked up at him from under black curls. Her bottle-bottom glasses made her eyes look large. But she had a very cute face and a very nice smile.

  “Come in and stay a while.” He snatched the check from her fingers and shooed her in.

  “Okay.”

  “Hi!” Diane's smile was large, sloppy and happy. She held out her arms and the two women hugged.

  Tom handed Diane her cooler after they separated.

  “Come sit. You want a cooler?” She herded Julia into the living room.

  “Cooler? I don't know. I only drink wine.”

  “Tom, get her a cooler.”

  He retrieved one and handed it to Julia.

  “Oh well...” she said.

  “Try it,” Diane said. “You'll like it.”

  Julia often followed suggestions, going along to get along. Not unhappily, just timid. She took a sip and her eyebrows did a climb. She swallowed and blew out a breath. “Wow, that's crisp.”

  Diane giggled. “We're bringing a supply.”

  Tom said, “They make a great relaxer. Eases tension. Good for the heart.”

  “I imagine,” said Julia. She took another swig.

  He pulled the flier over from the lamp stand. “They have a few pictures here. Looks nice.”

  She got up and sat on the arm of his chair, looking over his shoulder.

  “You didn't have to get up.”

  She shrugged and gave him an embarrassed smile. Then she leaned further over.

  I better give them to her before she falls. He handed her the flier.

  Her mouth opened. “Oh, wow. Look at that view.”

  “Nice, isn't it?” Diane said.

  “And a private beach. I hope I can make it down that trail.”

  “You'll be fine,” he said.

  “We'll have to work on our tans,” Diane said to Julia.

  “Tan? Me?”

  “Sure, why not.”

  “Well, I guess so.”

  “We can lay out a little each day and then sit under the umbrellas the rest, sipping some coolers.”

  “That does sound nice.”

  “Watching the seagulls.”

  Julia giggled.

  Diane's eyes grew big. “What was that? Did I hear a giggle come from Julia Weller’s mouth?”

  The woman giggled again. “This drink is pretty good.”

  Tom laughed. “We promise to keep you giggling.”

  She handed him the empty bottle. “Well, I'd have another if I didn't have to drive home.”

  Tom would have offered her to stay, but he knew she wouldn't. She always wanted to greet Mark at the door when he came home.

  “Can I take this?” she said.

  “Sure. I have everything I need from it.”

  They stood.

  “This sure looks beautiful,” she said.

  Diane stood beside her and bumped her hip. “A whole seven days of sun, air, and vodka coolers.”

  “I can't wait. Although I don't think Mark will drink the coolers. He doesn't even like wine all that much.”

  “Fitness people are like that,” he said.

  Julia gave him a look that said he was right.

  A month later, she would be sitting in his lap giving him the same look.

  CHAPTER 3 – Day 1

  “There it is,” Tom said.

  The mountains wound down to the ocean. Most of the oceanfront property was cliff. Very few had beaches. The Pacific Northwest towered with pines and showered with sun. The rocky cliff face kept the homes there high above the water, thirty feet or more.

  He pulled into the gravel drive on a home that looked nicer than their tract home. The roof was low, made of shake shingles and much of the shaded wood was green with a thin layer of moss.

  They heard the ocean when they got out.

  “Wow,” Diane said. She breathed in and did a little twirl.

  He handed her the key. “Open up while I unload.” The back of their four wheel drive was crammed full, though it wasn't really much. A suitcase each, stuffed, and a couple of boxes of essentials – laundry detergent and toiletries. Two more boxes of food, an ice chest, three cases of coolers and three very large umbrellas on short poles.

  The manager of the rental had said there would be folding beach chairs in the garage.

  ~ ~ ~ - Day 1

  Diane whirled through the beach house. It smelled of wood and ocean. There were few decorations and little clutter. Couch, chairs, floor lamp, an old TV, a simple radio that looked like a miniature jukebox sat on a stand. The kitchen table was a solid mahogany thing that was varnished like driftwood. Six chairs sat around it. The kitchen was small, more like an apartment kitchen – but it had everything. A box of baking soda and a jar of pickles sat in the otherwise empty refrigerator. The freezer had a bin full of cubes in the ice-maker.

  There was a lounge that had a pool table in it. The walls were hung with pictures and posters from the forties and fifties.

  The two bedrooms had a simple double bed and dresser each. A nightstand with a lamp was the only light. Two folding suitcase stands were in each room. The bedrooms shared a bathroom between them.

  She heard Tom thumping around.

  “Unloaded,” he said. He set down their suitcases for her. She would set and open them.

  She followed him out and helped him move the boxes inside. By the time they were done, despite the cool ocean breeze, he was sweating and she felt hot.

  He puffed out a breath. “Why don't we go see what the water's like?”

  She gave him a bright smile and clapped her hands.

  They changed. Hand in hand, they walked out back onto the deck and then down the short stairs to the trail. The path was cut into the mountain and went down a little ways and then crossed back. It was packed with sand and zig-zagged down the cliff. Very easy hike. The beach was about forty feet down the mountainside. Four switchbacks later, they were plodding in the sand towards the blue water.

  “This is amazing,” she said. She gave him a hug and then slapped his butt. Giggling, she ran to the water.

  ~ ~ ~ - Day 1

  Tom wagged a finger at her for the slap. He draped the towel over a driftwood tree. He looked up the cliffs as she ran ahead of him. Volcanic rock made an impassable wall of rock that bordered the left side of the beach. The right side might have been passable at low tide, but who would try that?

  The beach itself extended a good hundred feet in from what looked to be normal high tide. Behind him, up the trail, the house was hidden. Much of the path was hidden with rock and vegetation. Someone had gone thr
ough a great deal of effort to cut that path and lay it with sand.

  He trotted towards the surf.

  Diane squealed.

  “Cold?” He had to raise his voice.

  “Yes, but not too.”

  He waded in, gasping. “Ah, a bit of a shock, but nice.”

  She splashed him. His glasses went blurry.

  “Guess I should have taken these off.”

  “Yeah, you don't want to have them carried away and some Chinaman pick them up across the world.”

  He gripped her and hugged her, planting a kiss on her bratty lips.

  “What was that for?” she said.

  “Shut up before I spank you.”

  “Promise? I'll keep talking.”

  He kissed her again.

  “Want to get in a little stuff before they arrive?”

  By stuff she meant sex. “I don't see why not.”

  ~ ~ ~ - Day 1

  Diane knew she was loud, which was why she had suggested sex before their friends arrived. She just couldn't understand how people had quiet sex.

  “Unh, yes. Unh, yes.” She followed with several pants, and then the pleasure brought it out of her again. “Unh, yes. Unh, yes.”

  Tom gave her his smooth cock nice and hard. She had seen bigger men, but his six inches was very satisfying. It was straight. She hated crooked dicks.

  She flailed on the bed, her legs tensing and relaxing. She was getting close. She started moaning, gasping for a few breaths, and then moaning again.

  Here it comes. Pouncing on her was the explosion that flipped her over the edge, convulsing her body in waves of pleasurable pain and relief. She grunted out an “Unh” with each pulse of orgasm.

  Tom sped up, seeing she was finished and began slamming down onto her pulsing clit. Each thrust produced more jolts of pleasure and then he was flooding her, gasping and straining with release.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and relished the feel of his weakness after spending his man-seed in her. It was a feeling of intimacy and power.