Day 5 -- Tuesday
Miami, Florida 2012 -- But not our universe
Ray slept in late the next morning, finally getting up at around 11am and heading down to the beach to check out Christine and Nick's beach house.
It was a relatively overcast day so the beach was pretty quiet, with only a handful of swimmers and surfers around. Ray probably looked a little out place, wearing grey suit pants and a short sleeved shirt, but he was an accountant after-all, so his casual, beach-going wardrobe was pretty much non-existent.
Ray made his way along the beach to the address that Tommy had given him. Nick and Christine's beach house looked expensive. It was directly overlooking the best part of the beach, with a big swimming pool and a very modern looking house. The sight of the flash house reminded Ray how great life had worked out for the former high school bully Nick Cooper, whilst nerdy Ray William's life was mired in mediocrity.
Ray figured that what bothered him most about Nick screwing his wife was that Melissa was the one good thing he had that Nick Cooper didn't. By fucking her up the ass, Nick had everything once again. Ray was more determined than ever to take something back, to get a little piece of Nick's perfect life. Fucking Christine, Nick's wife, was the perfect remedy to Ray's unjustified anger.
Ray squinted at the beach house from his spot on the beach, unfortunately he couldn't see much from this distance. He had to get closer. Ray looked around the beach and saw the nearby lifeguard tower was manned. That gave him a great idea, they were bound to have binoculars in there.
Ray hurried over to the lifeguard station just as the lifeguard was emerging, and he stopped in his tracks. She was absolutely gorgeous. The lifeguard was a blonde Californian bombshell, with a slim, well toned and deeply tanned body, bleached hair and a massive set of knockers that would rival even Melissa's. She was wearing a bright red one piece swimsuit and looked quite a lot like Pamela Anderson.
Ray had been quite a fan of Baywatch as a teenager, so the sight of this Pamela Anderson lookalike lifeguard caused an immediate stirring in his nether regions.
"Wow," he breathed in admiration, she was hot enough to almost make him forget about Christine Taylor, or Cooper or whatever she was called now. He knew that it would be a risky diversion, but after missing out on those twins back in L.A., Ray was reluctant to turn down another one of his fantasies. "Can I get a blowjob?"
"Sure," replied the lifeguard with an indifferent shrug. "But you'll need to keep an eye on the swimmers while I suck you off," she told him, passing him a pair of binoculars.
Ray grinned, "Perfect."
As the busty lifeguard knelt down in the sand at his feet, Ray lifted the binoculars and pretended to look out to sea.
He gave a satisfied sigh as the Pamela Anderson lookalike unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-erect penis, giving it a few quick strokes in her soft hand before leaning in and taking it into her warm mouth.
"Ahhh," he gave a sigh, patting the top of her blonde head with one hand as she started to suckle on his half-mast pole.
While the lifeguard started to bob her head and slurp noisily, Ray turned the binoculars on the beach house behind them. He twisted the focus dial and zoomed in on house.
As he spied for any sign of the bully and his hot cheerleader wife, his cock started to respond to the blonde lifeguard's oral attentions, rapidly thickening in her mouth.
"You're good," complemented Ray as she sucked his cock dutifully.
The busty lifeguard lifted her mouth off his penis, stroking in a few more times in her hand, the saliva coated shaft gliding smoothly between her fingers. "Is this as big as it gets?" she asked as she peered critically at Ray's four and a half inch dong.
Ray frowned at her comment, "just keep sucking."
The lifeguard gave a shrug, her impressive melons jiggling inside her red swimsuit. "Don't forget to keep an eye on those swimmers," she reminded him, and then plunged her mouth back down over Ray's cock causing him to swear vociferously in appreciation.
The blonde sucked forcefully on Ray's erection, bobbing her head rapidly in an effort to get him off as quickly as possible and let her get back to her duties.
Ray moaned and almost unconsciously started to sway his hips, his cock slowly thrusting to meet the lifeguard's enthusiastic sucks.
He again turned the binoculars back on the beach house, zooming in through the kitchen window to see none other than Nick and Christine Cooper having lunch. Bingo.
This time he recognised Christine right away. There was no mistaking that angelic, beauty queen face and long golden blonde hair. The sight of her gorgeous face brought the memories of his high school dreams rushing right back to him and caused his cock to swell even harder inside the sucking mouth of the lifeguard kneeling in front of him.
Suddenly he was distracted by a few shouts from back on the beach. Ray lowered the binoculars and twisted back around to see what was going on.
"Shit!" the lifeguard popped her mouth off Ray's erection. "I thought you said you'd watch the water for me?" she snapped angrily. It looked like someone was in trouble a short distance out in the surf.
The Pamela Anderson lookalike jumped to her feet and raced out towards the water, leaving Ray standing there with his pants around his ankles and his erection bobbing in the wind, still glistening with her saliva.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath as he pulled his pants back up and tucked away his painful erection.
Instead of waiting for the lifeguard to come back and finish his blowjob, he decided to go and take a closer look at the beach house. Maybe he could get Christine to finish him off.
There was a low, white picket fence around the edge of the property that Ray hurriedly stepped over. He crouched low as he jogged past the swimming pool and crept up the nearby kitchen window, as much as possible trying to stay low and out of sight.
His stealth turned out to be unnecessary, because as he peeked through the kitchen window he saw that Nick and Christine were very much distracted.
Nick was lying naked on the floor of the kitchen, straddled by his stunning, and equally naked wife. Christine was riding him reverse cowboy style, her ample breasts cupped in her own hands as her hips rolled, grinding herself down on her husbands reportedly sizeable cock.
"Wow," breathed Ray in admiration as he watched Nick's wife ride him. The beautiful blonde was bouncing enthusiastically on Nick's cock, squeezing her own big tits and pinching her nipples. She had her eyes closed and was moaning ardently in apparent pleasure as they fucked. Ray briefly and bitterly wondered if his wife had moaned like that when Nick had rogered her.
