The sun hung low over the turquoise waves, casting a golden haze across the private stretch of beach where the three of them had spent the afternoon lounging and splashing in the surf. Salt clung to Emma's skin, mixing with the faint coconut scent of sunscreen as she emerged from the water, her athletic frame glistening, long dark hair plastered wet against her shoulders and the small of her back. Sarah laughed nearby, calling out something bubbly about grabbing drinks, while Alex stood waist-deep still, his muscular chest rising and falling with each breath, water trailing down the ridges of his abs toward the low waistband of his swim trunks. Emma's pulse quickened at the sight, that forbidden heat pooling between her thighs as she turned away, pretending to focus on drying off, though every nerve in her body screamed for the risk of brushing against him right here under Sarah's trusting gaze.

She bent forward to reach for the striped towel draped over the cooler, her round ass pushing back deliberately as she stretched, the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms riding up to expose the smooth curve of her cheeks. The motion brought her directly against Alex as he stepped closer from the surf, his thighs solid and warm, the unmistakable bulge of his cock pressing firm into the cleft of her ass through the wet material. Emma lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary, grinding her cheeks slowly against that hardening length, feeling it twitch and thicken in response, the heat of him searing through the thin barrier as her pussy clenched with sudden wetness. She could almost hear the soft drag of fabric, the subtle shift of his balls tightening, but she straightened without a word, wrapping the towel around her waist while her heart hammered, pretending the contact had been nothing more than an accident in the crowded space by the beach chairs.

Alex said nothing either, his charming smile unchanged as Sarah approached with iced drinks, the three of them chatting about the waves and the evening plans ahead. Yet Emma felt the air between them crackle, her nipples tightening visibly against her bikini top with every stolen glance at the outline still tenting his trunks. The pretend normalcy only fueled the ache, her cunt throbbing as she imagined grinding harder, sliding her ass up and down that thick shaft until precum soaked through both their suits, but she sipped her drink instead, laughing at one of Sarah's jokes while her body burned with the memory of his girth nestled so perfectly between her cheeks.

Later, back at the beach house kitchen after rinsing off the sand, Emma stood at the sink washing her hands under the cool stream, the sound of running water masking the faint footsteps behind her. Alex moved in close, his chest brushing her back as he reached for the soap dispenser beside her, his hardening cock pressing deliberately against the curve of her lower spine, the rigid length hot and insistent through his trunks, sliding upward with the subtlest roll of his hips until the head nudged just above the waistband of her bottoms. She felt every vein, the way his balls rested heavy against the top of her ass, the subtle pulse of blood filling him thicker with each second they lingered there pretending to reach for towels and soap. Her breath caught as her pussy flooded anew, slick arousal coating her inner thighs, but she kept her hands moving under the faucet, the wet sounds mixing with the low, ragged edge of his breathing while neither acknowledged the way his cock throbbed insistently against her.

Emma's fingers trembled slightly as she rinsed, the sensation of his dominant presence caging her against the counter making her nipples ache and her clit pulse with need. She could smell his skin, salt and musk and that faint cologne, feel the heat radiating from his body as he held the pressure just long enough for her to imagine dropping to her knees right there, mouthing the swollen head through fabric until his precum coated her tongue. Yet they both held the line, the game unspoken and electric, her ass shifting back the tiniest fraction to rub against his balls while Sarah's voice echoed from the next room, oblivious and cheerful. The slow grind built unbearable tension, his cock twitching harder in response, the fabric between them growing damp from her own leaking cunt and the steady drip of his arousal, every stolen second stretching the forbidden tease into something raw and visceral that left her aching for more.

The slow grind built unbearable tension, his cock twitching harder in response, the fabric between them growing damp from her own leaking cunt and the steady drip of his arousal, every stolen second stretching the forbidden tease into something raw and visceral that left her aching for more. Emma's hips tilted back just a fraction more, her ass cheeks parting slightly around the thick ridge of his shaft as if inviting it deeper into the cleft without ever crossing that line, her bikini bottoms now soaked through with a mix of ocean water, sweat, and the slick proof of her desperate need. She could feel the fat head of his dick nudging higher, the fabric of his trunks dragging against the bare skin just above her waistband, and her clit throbbed in time with his pulse, begging for the friction she knew she couldn't have.

Footsteps echoed from the hallway, Sarah's bubbly voice cutting through the charged silence as she called out, "Everything okay in there? You guys disappeared on me!" The sound jolted them both, but neither pulled away immediately. Instead, Alex pressed harder for one last agonizing second, his balls heavy and warm against the top of Emma's ass while his cock gave another insistent throb, a fresh bead of precum seeping through to dampen her lower back. Emma's fingers curled under the running water, her pussy clenching emptily as she fought the urge to grind back fully, to reach behind her and palm that rigid length through the wet material until he groaned her name.

They separated with practiced casualness just as Sarah rounded the corner, her bright smile oblivious to the thick tension hanging in the air. Emma turned off the faucet and grabbed a dish towel, her voice steady despite the way her inner thighs glistened with arousal. "Yeah, just rinsing off the salt—Alex was showing me where the extra soap is." Her nipples strained against the bikini top, visible peaks that she hoped Sarah would chalk up to the cool kitchen air, while Alex adjusted himself subtly behind the counter, his cock still half-hard and tenting obviously if anyone looked too closely. The air smelled faintly of sex beneath the citrus cleaner, and Emma's cunt ached with every step she took away from him, the memory of his heat branded into her skin.

Later that evening, as the three of them lounged on the deck watching the tide roll in, the game resumed in stolen touches. Emma "accidentally" brushed her hand across Alex's lap while reaching for the wine bottle, her fingers grazing the outline of his cock through his shorts, feeling it twitch and swell under her palm for a split second before she withdrew. He retaliated by leaning over her chair to point out a shooting star, his forearm pressing against the side of her breast, the coarse hairs on his skin scraping her nipple through the thin fabric until it ached and pebbled tighter. Sarah laughed and poured more drinks, never noticing how Emma's breath hitched or how Alex's jaw tightened with restraint, his eyes promising more when their friend turned away.

The night deepened with whispered provocations disguised as normal conversation. Emma crossed her legs deliberately, the motion pulling her shorts higher to flash the edge of her soaked panties as she leaned forward, knowing Alex's gaze would drop to the shadowed cleft between her thighs. She imagined him stroking himself later in the shower, picturing her ass from earlier, his balls drawing up tight as thick ropes of cum painted the tiles while he held back from actually touching her now. The tension coiled tighter with every glance, every near-miss, leaving her pussy swollen and dripping, her clit pulsing against the seam of her bottoms as she shifted restlessly in her seat.

When Sarah finally excused herself to make a phone call inside, Alex leaned in close, his voice low and rough against Emma's ear. "Feel how fucking hard you made me in that kitchen? My cock's still leaking for that tight little ass of yours." His hand brushed her knee under the table, fingers inching upward along her inner thigh without ever reaching the heat of her cunt, stopping just short of where she needed him most. Emma bit back a moan, her hips rocking forward subtly to chase the contact, the wet fabric between her legs clinging to her folds as fresh arousal trickled down. They froze at the sound of Sarah's return, the game suspended once more but far from over, both of them throbbing with the raw, unfulfilled hunger that only made the next tease burn hotter.

Sarah's voice cut through the charged air as she rounded the corner with a bright smile, oblivious as always, chattering about the phone call she'd just wrapped up while pouring herself another glass of wine. The moment stretched thick with unspoken lust, Emma's cunt still slick and throbbing from the memory of Alex's cock pressed so insistently against her lower back, but then Sarah's bubbly energy shifted as she announced she needed to step inside again to check on a work email that couldn't wait. "You two hold down the fort out here—I'll be a while, don't have too much fun without me!" she laughed, disappearing back into the house and leaving them alone once more under the dim deck lights.

Emma's breath hitched as the door clicked shut, her body still humming with the forbidden contact from the kitchen, and she turned to Alex with a flush creeping up her neck, whispering urgently, "This is wrong, you're my friend's husband." The words tumbled out raw, laced with the guilt that warred against the ache between her thighs, her bikini bottoms clinging damply to her swollen folds where fresh arousal had soaked through from their earlier grinding.

Alex leaned back in his chair, his eyes dark and unreadable as he met her gaze, his voice low and steady. "What do you mean wrong? We've never done anything. Or maybe you've been giving meaning to everything, I didn't expect you to be full of malice." The accusation landed like a spark on dry tinder, making Emma's stomach twist with embarrassment, her cheeks burning hotter as she fumbled for a response, her tongue suddenly heavy and useless in her mouth while her pussy clenched emptily against the seam of her shorts.

She couldn't form the words, her mind reeling from the sting of his retort and the way it twisted their game into something sharper, but then Alex's hands slid beneath the table without hesitation, his fingers brushing up along her bare legs in slow, deliberate caresses that traced the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "Don't overthink it Emma, I love Sarah and we've never done anything," he murmured as his palms continued their exploration, kneading the soft flesh higher and higher, thumbs pressing into the quivering muscles just shy of her soaked crotch, the heat of his touch sending jolts straight to her clit until it throbbed visibly against the thin fabric.

Emma's hips twitched involuntarily under the table, her breath coming in shallow pants as his hands roamed all over—stroking the curve of her knee, sliding up to squeeze the meat of her thighs, dipping teasingly close to the wet heat radiating from her cunt without ever parting her folds. The vulgar wetness between her legs grew slicker with each pass, her inner thighs glistening under his touch as she fought back a moan, the risk of Sarah hearing from inside only heightening the raw pulse of her arousal.

Sarah's footsteps echoed faintly from inside the house, signaling her return, yet Alex's fingers never withdrew, instead continuing their insistent caress under the tablecloth, tracing slow circles on Emma's trembling thigh while his own cock strained visibly against his shorts, a dark spot of precum blooming at the tip as he locked eyes with her in silent promise of more torment. The air thickened with the scent of their mutual desperation, her nipples aching tight against the bikini top as the game pushed deeper into the night.

The air thickened with the scent of their mutual desperation, her nipples aching tight against the bikini top as the game pushed deeper into the night. Sarah's return brought only a brief interruption, her cheerful chatter about work emails fading as she announced another quick call inside, leaving them alone once more with a wink that made Emma's stomach flip. The second the door shut behind her friend, Alex's hand under the table slid higher without hesitation, his thick fingers hooking just under the edge of Emma's bikini bottoms to trace the slick, swollen folds of her cunt in slow, deliberate strokes. He didn't push inside, just dragged the pads of his fingertips along her dripping slit, spreading the hot wetness that coated her labia and made obscene soft sounds with each pass, all while locking eyes with her across the table, his gaze burning with the same raw hunger that had her hips twitching forward in silent plea. Her pussy clenched visibly around nothing, clit throbbing under his teasing touch as fresh arousal trickled out to coat his knuckles, the forbidden contact sending sparks straight through her core until she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning loud enough for Sarah to hear.

Emma's breath came in ragged pants, thighs spreading wider under the table to give him better access, her swollen folds parting easily as Alex's fingers circled and stroked every slick inch without breaching her entrance, the wet squelch of her cunt growing louder with each pass. "Fuck, you're soaked for me," he muttered low, voice rough, his other hand gripping the table edge as his own cock strained painfully against his shorts. The moment stretched, her inner muscles fluttering in response, the scent of her arousal mixing with the salt air and making the space between them feel electric and obscene. She rocked her hips subtly, chasing the pressure of his fingers as they dipped teasingly close to her entrance before retreating, leaving her empty and desperate, nipples hard as diamonds against the fabric.

Without warning, Alex pulled his hand back and glanced toward the house, confirming Sarah was still occupied inside, then reached down to free his cock from his shorts in one smooth motion. The thick length sprang out, veined and heavy, the head already flushed dark and glistening with precum that he smeared down the shaft in slow strokes right in front of her, his fist pumping deliberately from base to tip while he held her gaze. Emma's cunt spasmed at the sight, more slickness seeping out to dampen the seat beneath her as she watched him work his dick, the wet sounds of his hand sliding over the rigid flesh filling the quiet deck. He didn't rush, thumb circling the crown to spread the leaking fluid, balls drawing up tight with each pass as his breathing grew heavier.

Alex stood then, moving around the table with his cock still in hand, positioning himself between her spread thighs as she remained seated. He leaned in close, the fat head of his dick brushing lightly against the soaked fabric of her bikini, then pushing it aside just enough to drag that hot, swollen tip along her puffy outer lips in teasing strokes. Emma gasped, her pussy lips parting around the blunt head as he rubbed it up and down her slit without pushing in, smearing his precum over her clit and down to her entrance in slow, torturous glides that made her thighs tremble. The head nudged just barely inside on each pass, stretching her opening the tiniest fraction before retreating, the shallow tease sending waves of need crashing through her as her cunt fluttered and dripped around the fleeting contact.

He kept at it, grinding the underside of his cock along her drenched folds, the head parting her labia with each upward stroke to brush her clit before dipping low again, that slight penetration never deepening even as her hips bucked up to chase more. Her slick coated him thoroughly, strings of arousal connecting his dick to her cunt with every retreat, the wet sounds mixing with their shared heavy breathing while Alex's fist returned to stroke the base of his shaft in time with the teasing. "Feel that? That's how bad I want to fuck this tight little pussy," he growled softly, eyes locked on hers, the head pressing in just enough to make her walls grip the very tip before he pulled back once more, leaving her throbbing and empty on the edge of release. The night air felt cooler against her heated skin, every nerve alight with the unbearable friction and restraint that only built the tension higher.

Waves of Forbidden Tease