The Challenge (L) ~ Ignite Story

“Do you know what day Saturday is, dear?” Stan’s wife of twenty-four years, Jennie, sat next to him on the couch as he read a book and she played a game on her cell phone.

“Yeah. It’s Saturday.” A couch pillow hit his head.

“Obviously. I mean, what special day it is?”

Stan folded his book with a finger in it to keep his place and then rubbed his chin. “Hum, I think the Packers are playing a special game that day.”

Again, the pillow came. Jennie’s mouth in the shape of an upside-down smile warned him he had better get it right the third time. “No, silly. You know I don’t care about football.”

Stan knew what she hinted at. “Oh yeah. It’s our twenty-fifth anniversary.”

“You silly man. You didn’t forget, did you?”

He smiled. “No. Do you have any ideas about what you want to do this year?”

She cast a sly grin his way. “I did have one idea, but I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

“Try me.”

“Okay.” She swallowed. “Being that this is our Silver Anniversary, I wanted to do something unusual and hopefully memorable. I don’t want to do the old dinner, movie, and sex routine.”

“Okay. So no sex?”

“No. More sex.”

Stan gazed into her eyes, trying to read if she was serious or not. “More? Do tell.”

“Well, I thought we’d spice things up a bit by coming up with as creative of a place as we can to have sex. Then we’ll judge who won. The winner gets to choose where we go for dinner.”

Stan nodded and thought on it a bit. “Okay, so you’ll choose a place, and I’ll choose a place, then we’ll decide who the winner is?”

“Correct. We’ll do mine in the morning and yours in the afternoon. Then we’ll decide whose was the most creative application of sex in that place.”

“And the winner gets to choose where to eat dinner?”

She nodded. “That’s the deal.”

Stan grinned. “That would make for a special anniversary.” He stood straighter. “Ma’am, your challenge is accepted.”

She giggled. “This will be fun.”

# # #

Saturday arrived. The alarm clock rang Stan from his sleep, and he groggily reached over to shut the thing up. He felt another hand on his directing his fingers to the switch. Finally, the racket shut off. “It’s Saturday. Why did my alarm go off?”

“Because I set it, Sweetie.”

Stan cracked his eyes open enough to view Jennie standing over him, already dressed. He opened his eyes wider and rubbed the sleep from them. She had on a skimpy, navy blue bikini! “Are we going to the beach or something?”

She grinned. “You bet. Your swimsuit is over there.” She pointed at a chair on the other side of the room.

“What, I don’t see anything.”

She laughed. “Look closer.”

He rose from the bed naked—he always slept in the nude—and walked over to the chair. There he found a skimpy men’s bikini laid out for him. “You expect me to wear that?”

She nodded firmly. “If what I’m planning on doing is to work, you’ll need the flexibility of a bikini swimsuit. Plus, I’ve always wanted to see you strut your stuff in public.”

He grabbed it and held it up. Not much there. After sliding the suit on, he still felt naked. “Do I at least get to wear a shirt with this?”

“When you aren’t at the beach, you can.”

He shrugged. “I guess if you can wear that, I can wear this.”

She smiled. “Good. I’ve got our picnic packed and loaded in the car. I’m ready to go.”

Stan glanced down to examine the bikini he wore, complete with a bulge. He might be better off going out in his briefs; they had more coverage than this thing. The longest T-shirt in his drawer covered all but the very bottom of what he wore. Dutifully following his wife’s attractive butt out the door, Stan made a bee-line for the car and hopped in as quick as he dared. Then he glanced around to see if any of his neighbors had seen him.

She, on the other hand, walked casually to the car and seated herself, shutting the door behind her.

Fine for her, he thought. His wife was lovely in her bikini, and that might cause men to watch her. But it wasn’t unusual for a woman to wear such things in public, especially if headed to the beach. Not so for a guy.

He pulled out of the driveway and drove to the beach, wondering what exactly she had in mind. Whatever it was, he was sure it would be embarrassing to him.

He pulled into the beach access and started to park at the usual place, but she indicated for him to head down a different road that ran along the beach for several miles before it dead-ended. There was a parking spot at the end of the way with only one other vehicle there.

Jennie pointed to where the other car sat. “Park there. We’ll go the rest of the way on foot.”

“Where are we going, exactly?”

She smiled. “You’ll see.”

“Did you search the Internet for safe places to have sex on the beach?”

She shook her head. “Just places to have sex on the beach.”

At the head of the trail, they found a sign posted with various dos and don’ts. Among the rules, he read, “No children. This is an ADULTS ONLY beach.” Stan nodded knowingly. He never knew this place was here.

As they walked the path which wound toward the beach, Stan pulled the cooler behind him. A few minutes later, giggling echoed off in the distance and some swatting of what sounded like a naked butt. Probably the other couple whose car had been parked back at the lot, he surmised.

As they continued down the path, Stan and Jennie exited the dense undergrowth to reveal a long beach with dunes. The water rushed up in overlapping waves with the familiar sound of the ocean, splashing upon the shore. Seagulls occasionally squawked as they flew overhead.

“What is this place?” Stan asked.

“It’s a private beach. The owner opened up this section to those who want something off the beaten path. He doesn’t mind if you do sexual activities, as long as you are discrete about it. In other words, he doesn’t want it just out in the open.”

“So your creative idea was to come here to find a private place we could have sex?”

She grinned. “Not private, just discrete.”

Stan’s eyes widened. “You mean, just out there on the beach, where anyone who comes by can see?”

She nodded. “However, they shouldn’t be able to see much of anything if we do this right.” She pointed at a spot on the beach a good way from the other couple, who were currently engaged in some heavy petting, at least. Maybe more, but he couldn’t tell for sure.

He parked the cooler where she had shown him, and he sat on it. He was glad of one thing: he figured he wouldn’t feel so conspicuous running around in the equivalent of a skimpy pair of briefs in this place. As he pulled his T-shirt off, he asked, “Okay, now what?”

She removed her top to reveal her previously hidden tits. The sunshine highlighted her beautiful breasts.

“I thought you said you couldn’t be open about this?”

“Don’t you remember? Our state has a law saying it is okay for a woman to be topless, like that runner at the track.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot. But I assume I shouldn’t touch them. That could be interpreted as an openly sexual act.”

About then, a loud moan and a “Fuck me harder!” echoed from the other side of a dune.

Jennie smiled as she knelt in the sand in front of him. “You were saying, dear?”

“I guess that ‘rule’ is only if the owner of the property is aware of it.” He reached out and squeezed her succulent breast in his hands. She responded by putting her hands over his and pushing them in. She let out a slight, “Ah,” as she thrust her chest out toward him.

While he massaged her breasts, she started rubbing his dick through his bikini. “Oh, that feels so good, babe.” He glanced down to see her pulling his hard-on out of a leg-hole. So that’s why she wanted me to wear this. Easy access.

His penis stood tall and proud as she wet her palm with saliva and stroked it. The sensitive shaft and head responded to her fingers, sending sensations of pleasure splashing across his body.

Jennie rose and pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom—already barely covering her pussy—to the side before sitting down in his lap. The warmth of her vagina enveloping his cock sent a crazy buzz of energy and bonding emanating from his groin. She settled upon him and slightly wiggled her hips back and forth. He moved in concert with her and was rewarded with a growing orgasm. He hugged her tightly as she moaned louder.

A scream indicated that the woman on the other side of the dune had climaxed. For reasons that Stan didn’t understand, it built his own excitement to know that another couple was enjoying what they were engaged in right now. Each wiggle of her hips and thrust of his dick deep into her vagina grew his rich orgasmic energy to greater heights.

Then she lifted higher up and plunged down his shaft, sending all kinds of crazy feelings flying through him. Her speed increased as she pushed harder down upon him, and she cried out, “Oh, oh, oh!” She put pressure on his penis as she pumped him to give her clit maximum contact. Her face grimaced in ecstasy as she pumped him harder and harder. Then, she let out a loud screech of her own as she vibrated with joy for a few seconds before relaxing as the feelings headed downward.

Despite having an orgasm, she continued to pump his dick, moaning the whole time. Obviously, she was still getting good feelings from this exercise. Her Kegel muscles grabbed his sensitive dick while sliding upward. She had apparently been working out those muscles.

His orgasm started building in earnest and quickly got to a pass-out level of intensity—and he almost did as it hit. It felt like nothing else mattered in the world besides receiving and giving these bonding pleasures. In that one moment of climax, she and he were the only things that existed or mattered. He didn’t care whether the other couple was aware of their activity or whether anyone else had shown up and was watching them. Only this intense feeling of her love flowing through him existed for him in this brief moment.

His ejaculate erupted from his penis in a flow of love. His seed impregnated her once again, renewing and confirming their bond with one another. He groaned as he injected her with himself, and she smiled broadly as she received his gift. A feeling of contentment gradually replaced his intense orgasm as the last of his cum emptied itself into her womb.

They held that position: her in his lap, his penis in her vagina, love flowing in and through that very bond. Passionately, they kissed as the intensity subsided, replaced with an afterglow of joy.

Finally, she pulled back a bit and said, “So, how did I do?”

Stan nodded. “Pretty impressive. I would have never thought of doing it out in the open like this, where anyone who happened by could at least know what was happening over here. I just had one of the best orgasms of my life! That will be tough to beat.”

Jennie stared at Stan. “Give it your best shot, mister.” She snuggled up to him to continue to enjoy the feeling of him inside of her. He hugged her to him, so thankful for twenty-five years of such bliss.

After extracting his flaccid penis from Jennie’s moist vagina, Stan tucked his member into his bikini swimsuit. Jennie left her breasts bare as she helped Stan set up the picnic. After their sex together, she noticed how Stan’s eyes focused on her tits and her butt wrapped in the string-bikini bottoms. Wetness ran down her legs, and she rubbed her damp pussy regularly. His dick was growing tall again. But she would have to force herself not to touch it. He had to be ready for what would happen this afternoon.

Jennie felt pleased with the results of her plan. It had gone as well as she expected it might. Yes, Stan was right; he would have to come up with a great one to beat her. She planned on going to an Italian restaurant if she won. But before she could claim that prize, she’d need to see what his idea was.

They sat down cross-legged on the blanket. Jennie kept glancing at Stan, who had a bead on her crotch. She smiled at how much she enjoyed his attention. Reaching down, she pulled the crotch of her swimsuit to the side and revealed her wet pussy for his viewing pleasure.

He met her eyes and smiled. “You look lovely. And that sex session was scorching. Just like you are.”

She grinned. “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

He remained serious. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Turn about is fair play.” Though curiosity ran through her brain, the excitement of wondering what he would come up with made her giggle.

They ate and chatted about their marriage, both recounting the good times they’d shared as well as their plans for the future. As they finished their dessert, he poured their favorite wine into glasses. Then, he raised his glass to her. “And may we have many more years of good memories to come.”

“Amen.” They clinked their glasses together and drank to Stan’s toast.

After a good meal and some relaxation, they both rose. Jennie reluctantly tied her bikini top back on, and he pulled his shirt over his head. Then they packed up to leave. As they trudged along the trail back to their car, they passed another couple, naked and involved in sex with each other. Jennie resisted the urge to stay and watch. Stan didn’t appear to want to watch at all. He picked up his speed instead.

Once they were both buckled up, Stan drove away from the beach.

Jennie watched her husband. Boy, he looked buff in a bikini! She wished he liked wearing one more. Wouldn’t she love to see that bulge in his swimsuit on a regular basis! Plus, it would give her a clue when he was excited. Maybe that explained why he wasn’t comfortable wearing it. He was likely afraid his excitement over her would be on public display. The thought of others noticing his hard-on as he walked beside her aroused her; wetness set in afresh, soaking her crotch.

She stretched out, popping her breasts forward. “So, where are we headed now?”

“Home, to change clothes.”

She frowned. “Aw, I like wearing this swimsuit.”

He shook his head and smiled. “You exhibitionist, you.”

Her eyes were glued to his muscular body, especially his crotch, where his stiff penis resided.

They pulled into their driveway and went in to peel off their swimsuits. Jennie was tempted to grab his well-hung dick and start sucking it, but she knew she’d get a chance later. Nonetheless, she struggled to resist.

He exited the walk-in closet with a set of clothes in his hand, which he tossed onto the bed. “Put those on.”

She held up a blue midriff top and a short, white skirt that would drop down about mid-thigh. “I think you forgot something here.”

“What?”

“Panties and a bra?”

“Nope. Didn’t forget.”

She grinned. “I like this already!” She put on her clothes. He wore a pair of loose khaki shorts and a light-blue shirt. Had he gone commando as well? She would likely find out later.

They hopped in the car and were on their way. Instead of heading to the beach, he headed toward the mountains and the forest. Her curiosity grew. “Can you tell me now where we are going?”

He smiled. “I’ll give you a hint. It is something you always wanted to do, but we never have. That is, until today.”

She started thinking of things she had always wanted to do in the mountains but couldn’t think of anything off the top of her head. “Hmm. I’m still uncertain.” She crossed her arms and leaned back in the seat. “Did I tell you how curious you’ve made me?”

Stan laughed. “You only have yourself to blame, you know. This was all your idea.”

“I know, but I didn’t realize how agonizing waiting would be. How much further is this place?”

“Oh, we’re almost there. Then all your questions will be answered.”

In a moment, they pulled up in front of a cable car station for a two-hour ride through the scenic mountains. As they arrived, a cable car left the station and made its way upward and across a valley.

“Oh, honey! A cable car! How romantic. I’ve always wanted to go on one of these!”

He grinned. “I know.”

She turned toward him, realizing that this was his planned sexual activity. “Oh, my goodness! We’re going to do it on a cable car!”

“If all goes according to plan, yes.”

“Sounds like you’re gonna win this little contest.”

Stan opened his door to exit the car. “Don’t count your hot experience out yet. If I recall, it has to work as a creative application. And I’m not sure yet if this will. It will require a bit of luck.”

They went in and paid for a roundtrip ride on the cable car. After they got in, they were joined by a young family with kids.

Jennie nodded to them and smiled. She sat with her hands between her legs, looking out over the mountain valley. “It’s all so beautiful.”

“And to record this special event, I’ve brought our video camera complete with a tripod.” Stan winked at Jennie.

“Oh, this is going to be so special.”

Stan recorded the trip through the mountains as they traversed valleys and lakes far below them while Jennie soaked up the whole experience. Stan checked for security on the tram; he wanted his camera to be the only one. Thankfully, he found none.

Finally, the trip ended, the car returned to where they had started. Everyone got off the tram, and Stan returned to the check-in counter to sign up for another trip. But this time, he paid extra for a private tram. Their turn came up after a brief wait, and Stan and Jennie climbed aboard their car. It lurched out of the platform area and over the valley.

Stan held up the camera. “Don’t let me forget to save this video to a hidden directory.”

Jennie nodded. Excitement filled her as Stan started recording.

He sat down beside her. “Now, we will proceed to you giving me some head.”

She quickly complied, unzipping his shorts and pulling them down. Yep, he had gone commando too. His dick appeared, its head towering above his pelvis. The breeze felt like a caress on her bare butt as she leaned over. A gust of wind flopped her skirt up and over, revealing her curvy ass for Stan to grab. Jennie began by licking his stiff dick from his balls to his head. She sucked the tip of his penis, rolling her tongue around his head and savoring the flavor of his precum as it leaked out. Then she went down on him, drawing a moan from Stan. His throbbing dick stiffened to rock hardness in her mouth, filling it with his manhood. She worked her way down until the head bumped against the back of her throat. Then she swallowed, and it slid further down her throat.

She pulled up, sucking and flicking her tongue over his shaft as she rose until his dick almost exited her lips. Then she sucked in a breath and headed back down, taking his member deep. Stan’s groan echoed against the mountains. He tensed, and she knew it wouldn’t be much longer. She rode his manhood up and down again, and Stan groaned louder. Each time his muscles tensed harder. And every time she thought, “This must be it!” but he wouldn’t ejaculate. She would go down again, and the volume of his groans would increase while his hips bucked harder up toward her mouth.

Then Jennie went down a final time. Stan tensed up and held it there. His dick, planted deep in her throat, expanded and a throb of his pubococcygeal muscles fired off. The contraction pushed his cum through his penis, out the head, and into her throat. He let out a loud “Ahhh!” which echoed over the whole mountainside.

Jennie swallowed to keep from being overwhelmed by the volume as pulses continued to ride up his shaft, pushing the creamy white liquid into her throat. She had to breathe, so she pulled out enough that she could get some air. A puddle of cream streamed out his head and onto her tongue as she sucked in air.

He began to relax as he came down from his climax. Jennie continued to suck his dick gently as the last bits of cum exited his head. After a bit, she gave him a final lick and suck before pulling away. Looking into his adoring eyes, she had the impression that he would do anything for her at this moment.

Jennie smiled. “Anything else, dear?”

He nodded. “I’m hungry for pussy.”

Her smile turned into a big grin. “I’ve got one!”

“Boy, do you ever!” He pushed her back on the seat and spread her legs. She pulled them up for him, exposing her drenched labia to his hungry mouth.  Stan crouched in front of her and dove in, and the warmth of his tongue on her vagina aroused her. It was a comforting sensation as if her womanhood was meant for his lips and his lips only. Indeed, she was all his—all of her, but especially that part of her. She pushed his head down into her cunt, and wetness squirted around his face. She moaned as the first wave of orgasmic energy broke upon her groin.

Then, another wave, and another. Each grew in intensity until Jennie struggled not to thrust her pussy into his face harder because it rocked the cable car to do so. She continued to build. Each new wave of pleasure that crested upon her caused her to wiggle in the excitement of the moment. She pumped her hips in rhythm with his tongue dancing around her engorged clit.

She noticed a couple of hikers up a mountain looking their way at their bouncing cable car. It must have been evident to them what was going on, but she didn’t care at this moment. As the cable car broke over the crest of a mountain top, she climaxed. Her final thrust upward nearly knocked Stan off his knees, but he stayed firmly planted and continued to lick her clit like a pro.

“Oh, oh, oh . . . shit!” Every nerve in her body radiated with her orgasmic climax. An intense wave of pleasure vibrated her body. After several seconds of pure bliss, she started to come down. He continued to lick her clit while the feelings morphed into a pleasant buzz.

Then he turned his efforts toward cleaning her up. His tongue ran along her labia and down into her vagina, sucking and licking all of her cum that he could find. After some time of that, he licked from the bottom to the top, then leaned back and rested.

She gazed into his sweet eyes. He was God’s gift to her, that was for sure. “This indeed will be an anniversary to remember.”

Stan turned off the recorder and patted it. “Especially since we have it all recorded. I imagine we’ll want to watch this many times. I know I will.”

“Just don’t forget to put it somewhere safe and protected from prying eyes. I don’t want that on a porn site.”

“I’m with you. But if it did, it would probably go viral because you’re so hot!”

She winked. “You mean, we’re both so hot.”

He nodded. “Yes, and so very blessed.”

They straightened themselves out and enjoyed the rest of the trip. Stan kept one hand on her pussy throughout the time, caressing it as if it was his precious. No doubt because she was.

When they later exited the station and entered their vehicle, Stan turned to her and said, “So, who won?”

She smiled. “You did, my one and only husband.”

He grinned. “Then I vote for some Asian food. I hear there is a new Thai restaurant over on Broadway. I say we check it out.”

She waved a hand toward him. “Well, you’re the winner.” She grabbed his face and pulled him to her, kissing him passionately. “You are always a winner in my book.” Then she kissed him again.

Stan said as they broke for air, “I believe we are both winners in the challenge of marriage.”

“Amen.”