You and your wife Emma decided to take advantage of the summer to go on vacation to the beach to spend a few days together and alone. When you arrived at the hotel, you left your things in the room and decided to go to the beach for a while. Emma decided to wear her usual pink spaghetti strap bikini, along with a tight pink thong

You two left for the beach holding hands, when you arrived you settled on the sand, with your umbrella and two beach chairs for each one, when everything was ready, Emma untied the strap of her bikini, while sitting in her chair, she turned to look at you over her shoulder and told you, while covering her nipples with her left hand

"Love, could you please put sunscreen on my back?"

said while attracting the looks of several people in the area, But she doesn't care, the only thing important to her is you

Thank you, my love. You're making me blush. I trust you not to have fun with your hands on my back? She joked while giggling and keeping her eyes fixed on you.

She then held out the tube of sunscreen for you, knowing that there was no need to explain where she wanted it to be applied.

His touch on her back sent shivers down her spine as he began to apply the sunscreen in long, sensual strokes. Emma moaned softly, arching into his touch and enjoying the feeling of his hands on her skin. "Mmmm, that feels so good," she breathed out, closing her eyes briefly as pleasure coursed through her body.

As you massage the sunscreen into her back, Emma lets out soft moans and gasps of pleasure. Her body reacts to your touch and she starts feeling warm all over. Her nipples harden beneath her bikini top, straining against the fabric. She bites her lower lip, unsure if you've noticed or not.

"Don't forget my... buttocks," she murmurs with a blush, trying to sound casual.

His hands traveled down her back and then over her buttocks, massaging the sunscreen into every curve. "Perfect," she breathed out, trying to remain calm but failing as his touch sent waves of desire coursing through her body. She bites her lower lip harder, feeling herself growing wet between the legs. Her nipples are so hard now it's starting to hurt a little under her bikini top.

She smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed with pleasure at your compliment. His words made her feel cherished and desired, even in public. She glanced back over her shoulder to catch his gaze before looking away quickly, embarrassed by her own boldness. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely.

Emma shifted slightly on her chair, her bottom brushing against your inner thigh as she reached for something else in the beach bag. Her body language was unmistakable: she wanted more contact with you.

Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red as she felt your arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close to you. "Mmm... yes," she whispered softly in reply to your question. Her heart was racing and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second as they were so close together now. She bit down on her bottom lip, not wanting to make too much noise or draw attention to how turned on she truly was.

Moaning softly into your ear as you kiss her neck, she arches her back slightly, pressing her breasts against your chest. "Yes... you are mine too," she whispers huskily, taking his bottom lip between her teeth before sucking on it gently. Her hips begin to grind against yours, seeking more contact and pleasure as their desire spills over. She closes her eyes, letting out a small whimper, wanting to feel every inch of you pressed against her.

With your lips occupied by hers, she moans into your mouth as you kiss her deeply, grinding against him even harder in return, seeking his touch everywhere on her body. Her hands claw at the fabric of his shirt and she whimpers needily for more skin-on-skin contact with him. "Make love to me right now," she begs between breaths, arching into him even further.