At the Ocean's Edge, the tides bring new sand and life to the beaches of our lives. This is a story that brings a sudden tidal shift to our personal beach as we walk along it. The path ahead becomes unfamiliar and refreshed with new possibilities. We continue walking the path of life even after the latest tidal wave crashes upon our beach.
CHAPTER ONE
The Ad
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Many years ago, I married the love of my life, Brandie. She's been with me through it all and we've taken on all life's events and challenges together. Everything that happens to us as individuals, we go through together. This includes the time we both started reading erotica online. Some nights, when there was nothing on the television, we would go to bed with a tablet or laptop and go to our favorite erotica site. We would sometimes masturbate together as we read. Other times, we wouldn't be able to finish the story without tearing each other's clothes off. Sometimes we would just read a good story and drift off to sleep. It's not often you would find a partner with the exact interests when it came to erotic fantasy, but we both lucked out.
We had the website bookmarked and as our default page that would open automatically. It might seem silly to do that, but it's a sign of how much we enjoyed the minds of others who share our interests. Besides, with no children in the house, we had nothing to hide from anyone.
It wasn't your typical porn site with all the "No Credit Card! No Bullshit!" advertisements for whatever you can think of. It simply had graphics advertising their own nude web cam services and old school hyperlinks to their main content. Other than that, it was a very well-organized site that grouped stories according to their genre and was easy to navigate.
Initially, it seemed a bit awkward to jump straight to the Taboo/Incest section in search of a story that would get our motors running. We did some looking around and the amount of content related to taboo subjects was significantly higher than any other. Where there was demand, the supply would soon follow.
One night, a while back, I discovered something odd about an advertisement at the top of the main page. It was out of place for what I typically expected to see there. Initially, I scrolled past it to click my way through to the stories, but something caught my eye. I scrolled back up, stared at it for a while and even read it quietly to myself to make sure I was seeing it correctly.
It read...
You ' ve come this far, why not take another step? Click here to learn about how you and a partner can take your fantasies to the next level in a six day, fully customizable fantasy vacation!
What are you waiting for?
It was intriguing. Brandie and I never had or desired to have children and with that, it gave us a lot of freedom we otherwise would not have been able to enjoy. This proved extraordinarily useful when it came to the genre of erotic stories we preferred and as I mentioned, how quickly we set ourselves up to access it.
I looked over to my wife as she lay sleeping next to me. The covers were pulled over her shoulders and all I could see was her cute little nose peeking through the forest of red hair that covered her face. We always read these stories together. The type of ad that was calling me to click on it seemed like the type of curious finding that we would explore together.
I decided to do some investigating on my own.
I clicked the link to see what it was about, and it opened another tab on my browser. I waited only seconds before the website loaded completely. The front page was professionally done and oozed sexual tension; though there was nothing even remotely sexual about it. The words on the screen merely added to the mystery of the original ad I clicked.
We ' re glad you ' re here.
Have a seat.
What ' s your name and how can we reach you?
The background of the website was a professional shot of a sitting room with two chairs; one on either side of a lit fireplace. The fire was animated and the light from it flickered across the image. The flickering of the digital flames created a new sort of ambiance in my room. The chairs on the screen were turned inward toward a dark-stained wooden coffee table. There were two text boxes. One was labeled "
Tell us your name:
" and the other read "
How can we reach you:
" I took note of the word "reach" instead of the corporate and cold sounding "contact."
There were no other words on the screen, not even the legal stuff a professional website would have at the bottom. I looked up at the web address and it was a legitimate dot com address instead of a knockoff extension that people get when they're in a rush to establish themselves a space on the digital landscape.
I looked over at Brandie then back to the screen. I wanted her to feel the same level of intrigue that I was feeling in that moment, but love won yet again, and I let her carry on sleeping soundly. I entered only "Frank" just in case it was a new type of scam, and I used a junk e-mail address we have for when we sign up for newsletters or other bothersome mailing lists. I clicked the "Start" button that was centered on the area rug under the coffee table.
I waited for the notification to come in that I had a new e-mail from this promising adventure, but nothing came before I closed the laptop and put my head on the pillow. As I drifted off to sleep, I kept going back and forth about whether I had just opened myself up to a computer virus or if that website was leading me toward a legitimate adventure. The last thought I had before drifting off to sleep was wondering how much this possible adventure would set us back if we liked the pitch enough.
Bright rays of morning sunshine were beaming into the window of our bedroom when her alarm began to go off. She threw her typical little fit after snoozing her alarm for the third time.
"I don't
want
to get up!" she huffed as she wrapped the sheets tighter around her body.
I rolled over and cuddled next to her, moving her red hair out of the way to expose the soft skin of her neck.
"I know what will make you feel better," I informed her.
She turned her head slightly; her grin widening each second. "A shower?"
"Nuh-uh," I whispered.
My hand roamed down her body. She enjoyed wearing a silk nightie to bed with nothing on underneath. I preferred her to wear nothing at all. If our late-night reading led to some hot fucking, she would leave her silken unmentionables on the floor. Otherwise, she enjoyed the feel of silk against her skin as she slept.
I slipped my hand under her nightie and began to push it up her body.
"Have another idea?" I asked.
"You want to get me ready for my shower, thus saving me some work?" she said, playing hard to get.
"Little minx," I whispered in her ear as I pressed my hardening cock against her ass.
"Ooohh," she cooed as she wiggled her ass.
It was no surprise when I felt her fingertips on my cock as she rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her pussy until she was sufficiently wet. I pushed inside her, inch by inch until I was buried deep inside my wife. This was our usual Saturday morning ritual, but we always played like it was the first time and her body never stopped responding as if it were. We moved in beautiful synchronicity as I pushed in and out of her.
"You haven't lost a shred of your skill, baby," she complimented.
That was my queue to change it up. I was swift to move her onto her stomach, putting my knees on either side of her hips before pushing all the way inside her again. As I remained buried in her pussy, I put my hands on her hips and pushed her nightie up slowly until she was forced to put her arms up so I could remove the single piece of clothing.
