The warm sand is already under my knees when Karen's hand finds David's waistband. We've barely had time to spread the towel before she's on him, and I'm laughing at how fast she moves, how sure her fingers are as they hook into the elastic of his shorts.

"You wanted the cooler—" I start.

"Now you're the cooler," Karen finishes for me, pulling the shorts down his thighs.

David's cock springs free, half-hard already, and Karen doesn't waste a second. She wraps her hand around the base and leans in, taking the head between her lips, and the sound she makes is low and hungry, like she's been thinking about this since the video call. I watch her mouth stretch around him, her tongue working the underside, and my own thighs press together because I can feel exactly what that feels like.

Deb and Lisa circle in, sand shifting under their feet. They're close enough that their shadows fall across David's body, and I can see the way their eyes track Karen's head bobbing, the way their hands hang at their sides like they don't know where to put them.

"He's bigger than I thought," Lisa says, and there's something reverent in her voice.

Deb just stares, her lips parted, and I catch her hand drifting toward her own hip before she catches herself and lets it fall.

David's head tips back, a low groan escaping him, and his hand finds the back of Karen's head. Not pushing, just resting there, his fingers threading through her hair. He looks down at me, and there's that grin—the one that says he's exactly where he wants to be, with exactly who he wants.

"You planned this," he says.

"I planned a cooler," I tell him. "You're the one who showed up with it."

He laughs, and the sound vibrates through Karen's mouth, makes her hum around him. He pulls her off with a wet sound, her lips shiny, and reaches for me. His hand is warm on the back of my neck, pulling me in, and he kisses me hard—not gentle, not teasing. His tongue finds mine, and I taste Karen's spit on his lips, salt and something else, and I don't mind. I kiss him back just as hard, my hand finding his chest, feeling his heart hammering under the thin tank top.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the strangers. A couple, mid-forties maybe, stopped on the sand maybe twenty feet away. The woman's wearing a peach sundress, and she's frozen mid-step, staring. The man beside her—big, balding, a linen shirt that's already clinging with sweat—looks like he's forgotten how to breathe.

I pull back from David's mouth, just enough to speak, and I don't lower my voice.

"Let them watch."

David's grin widens. He doesn't look at the strangers. He just looks at me, his dark eyes hungry, and I take his hand and guide it down. Between my legs. Where I'm already soaked.

"Jesus," he breathes, his fingers finding the wet heat through the thin fabric of my bikini bottom. "You're dripping."

"You put a plug in me all day. What did you expect?"

His fingers press harder, finding my clit through the fabric, and I gasp, my hips bucking into his hand. Karen's still kneeling beside us, her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, watching us with a knowing smile.

"Lay her down," she says. "I want to watch you fuck her."

Deb makes a sound—a small, strangled noise—and Lisa's hand finally finds its way to the hem of her own cover-up, her fingers curling into the fabric like she needs something to hold onto.

"You heard the woman," I say, my voice low in my throat. "You gonna make her wait?"

David doesn't need to be told twice. He pulls my bikini bottom down my hips, and the warm air hits me, and then his hands are under my thighs, lifting me, laying me back on the towel. The sand is warm underneath, still holding the day's heat, and the towel is soft against my back. David kneels between my legs, and I spread them wide, making sure everyone sees.

"He's going to fill every one of us," I say, loud enough for the strangers to hear, for the girls to hear, for David to hear. "But I'm first."

"Damn right you are," he says, and his voice is rough, like the words are being dragged out of him.

David's hands find my knees, pushing them wider, and he looks down at me like I'm something he wants to devour. His thumb finds my clit, slick with my own wetness, and circles it slowly. I arch into his touch, a whimper escaping me.

"Look at her," Karen says, and her voice is thick. "She's already so close."

"You hear her?" David asks, and his thumb presses harder, circles faster. "You hear what you do to me?"

I am. The day's heat, the watching eyes, the way David's thumb is pressing just right—it's all coiling low in my belly. But I don't want to come yet. I want him inside me first.

"David," I say, and my voice comes out breathier than I meant it to. "Stop teasing."

He grins, but he pulls his thumb away, and I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. Just resting there, the heat of him against my slick skin. I can feel how hard he is, how ready, and I lift my hips, trying to take him in, but he pulls back just enough to keep me from it.

"Not yet," he says. "I want to hear you ask."

"Fuck you."

"That's the plan."

Karen laughs, low and dirty, and I can hear Deb's breathing getting faster, can hear the wet sound of Lisa's hand moving under her cover-up. The strangers have moved closer—not much, but closer—and I can see the woman's hand has found her husband's arm, gripping it tight.

"Ask him," Karen says, her voice a dare. "You know you want to."

"Shut up," I tell her, but there's no heat in it.

I look up at David, his face flushed, his eyes dark, and I say it.

"Please. I want you inside me. I want everyone to watch you fuck me."

He doesn't make me ask twice. He pushes in, slow, and I feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me, and I moan—loud, unashamed, the sound carrying across the sand. He's thick, and I'm slick, and the combination makes my eyes roll back as he seats himself fully inside me.

"Oh, God," Lisa breathes.

"That's it," Karen murmurs, and I hear her hand moving faster between her own legs. "Look at how deep he's in you."

David starts to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Each thrust is deliberate, deep, and I can feel him hitting that spot inside me that makes my toes curl. My hands find the towel beneath me, gripping it, and I spread my legs wider, inviting him deeper.

"Faster," I demand.

"You want faster?" He pulls out until only the head is still inside me, holds there. "Ask me again."

"David—"

"Ask me."

"Faster. Please. Fuck me faster."

He gives me faster. His hips find a rhythm, his balls slapping against me with each thrust, and the sound of it—wet and rhythmic—mixes with the sound of the waves and the distant music from the resort. I'm moaning, gasping, my hands finding his hips, my nails digging into his skin.

"That's it," he grunts. "Take all of it."

"God, you're deep," I gasp. "You're so fucking deep."

Karen's moved closer, kneeling beside my head, and I can see her hand between her own legs, moving under her sarong. Deb has given up pretending, her hand shoved down the front of her shorts, her eyes fixed on where David's cock disappears into me. Lisa's cover-up is bunched around her waist, and I can see her fingers working frantically.

"You like that?" David asks, and his voice is a growl. "You like having an audience?"

"Yes," I admit, and the word comes out on a moan. "God, yes."

"Tell me how good it feels."

"It feels—" I lose the thought as he hits that spot again, white-hot behind my eyes. "It feels like you're everywhere. Like I can't tell where I end and you begin."

The strangers are close now. Close enough that I can see the woman's face clearly—her eyes wide, her lips parted, her hand pressed against her own chest. The man beside her looks like he's been struck by lightning.

David leans down, his chest pressing against mine, his mouth finding my ear.

"You're so fucking wet," he whispers. "I can feel you clenching around me."

"Because everyone's watching," I gasp. "Because I know they can see how good you fuck me."

"They can see everything," he says, and his thrusts get harder, deeper. "That woman in the dress—she hasn't looked away once. She's watching me bury my cock in my wife."

The words do something to me. A fresh wave of heat floods through me, and I feel my inner muscles clench around him.

"You like that?" he asks, and he's grinning now, I can hear it in his voice. "You like knowing she's watching?"

"I like knowing you're mine," I manage. "That no matter how many eyes are on you, you're mine."

He groans, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, and I can feel the pressure building inside me. Not the slow coil I'm used to—something sharper, more urgent. My body is telling me something I've only felt a few times before, and I don't fight it.

"Don't stop," I beg. "David, don't stop."

"I'm not gonna stop. I'm gonna fill you up, and they're all gonna watch."

"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, fill me up. I want to feel you come inside me."

"Gonna come so deep," he grunts. "You're gonna feel it for hours."

The pressure peaks. It crests like a wave, and I'm not just coming—I'm letting go of something I've been holding all day, all week, maybe all year. My body arches off the towel, my hands flying to David's shoulders, and I feel it—the rush of wet heat, the release that's more than just an orgasm.

I hear Karen's sharp intake of breath. Hear Deb's choked "holy shit." Hear Lisa's whispered "oh my God."

"That's it," David growls, and his rhythm doesn't falter. "Let go. Let them all see."

"David—" His name is a cry, torn out of me.

"I've got you. I've got you."

And then I feel David's cock pulsing inside me, feel him coming, feel his body shudder against mine as he buries himself as deep as he can go.

"Fuck," he breathes against my neck. "Fuck, Jodi."

For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of our breathing, the waves, the distant music. And then I open my eyes, and I see them all staring at me—Karen with her hand frozen between her legs, Deb and Lisa with their mouths hanging open, the strangers rooted to the sand.

David pulls out slowly, and I feel his cum leaking out of me, warm and wet against my thighs. He collapses beside me on the towel, his chest heaving, and I turn my head to look at him. He's grinning, that fucking grin, and I can't help but laugh.

"You squirted," he says. "You've never—"

"I know."

"Jesus Christ," Karen breathes. "You soaked the towel."

Karen finds her voice first. "That was—" she starts, and then she shakes her head, like she doesn't have words. "I need a turn. Right now."

Deb nods, her hand still moving. "Me too."

Lisa just stares at me, her eyes wide, and whispers, "You're amazing."

I lie there on the warm sand, David's cum cooling on my thighs, the four of them watching me like I've just performed a miracle. And I know this isn't over. I know Karen's going to climb on top of him next, and Deb after her, and Lisa after that, and I know the strangers are going to keep watching, and I know—I know—that this is the beginning of something we're not going to be able to put back in the cooler.

But right now, in this moment, with the warm sand under my back and David's hand finding mine, I just breathe.

My heart is still slamming against my ribs when I feel it—the wetness pooling under my hips, the towel soaked through where I came. I lift my head just enough to look down at myself, at the mess I've made, and something between a laugh and a gasp escapes me. I've squirted before, twice, maybe three times in my whole life, always alone, always in the shower with the water running so I couldn't tell where I ended and it began. Never like this. Never with an audience.

"Holy shit," Karen says, her voice hushed. "You actually did it."

"I didn't know I could," I manage. "Not like that."

"Well, you can," David says, and there's wonder in his voice. "And I'm never letting you forget it."

Karen's hand finally drops from between her legs, and she crawls forward on her knees, her eyes fixed on the dark stain spreading across the towel. She touches it, two fingers pressed to the damp fabric, then brings them to her mouth. Her eyes close, and she makes a sound that's almost a groan.

"Salty," she says, opening her eyes. "Jesus, Jodi. You've been holding out on us."

"I didn't know I could do that," I say, and my voice comes out thin. "I swear."

I can't find words. My thighs are still trembling, my clit still throbbing, and David's cum is warm and sticky between my legs, mixing with my own release. He's beside me, one hand still holding mine, his chest rising and falling like he just ran a mile. I turn my head to look at him, and he's watching me with something like wonder, like I've become someone he doesn't quite recognize.

"You didn't tell me you could do that," he says, his voice rough.

"I didn't know I could," I admit. "Not like that. Not with—" I gesture vaguely at the crowd around us, at the strangers still rooted to the sand, at Karen and Deb and Lisa all staring at me like I've grown a second head.

The woman in the peach sundress takes a step forward, then another. Her hand is still gripping her husband's arm, but she's moving, drawn in like a moth. The man follows, his linen shirt dark with sweat at the armpits, his eyes wide and fixed on the mess between my legs.

"Excuse me," the woman says, and her voice is shaky, polite, like she's asking for directions. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I—" She stops, swallows, starts again. "Is this—do you do this often?"

David laughs, low and easy, and I feel his hand squeeze mine. "First time on a beach," he says. "But we're learning."

The woman's cheeks flush, but she doesn't look away. She's staring at David's cock, still half-hard, slick with my wetness and his own cum. I watch her eyes travel down his body, and I see her throat move when she swallows.

Karen catches the look, and her grin turns sharp. "You want a closer look, honey? Pull up a towel."

The woman startles, like she's been caught doing something wrong. Her husband's hand finds her shoulder, and I can see his knuckles are white. But he doesn't pull her away. He just stands there, his eyes fixed on David, his breathing heavy.

"It's okay," I say, and my voice is softer now, kinder. "You're not interrupting. We're just—" I laugh, a little breathless. "We're just getting started."

Deb shifts on her knees, her hand still working under the waistband of her shorts. "I'm serious," she says, her voice strained. "I need a turn. Right now. Before I—" She doesn't finish the sentence, just makes a small, desperate sound.

David looks at me, asking without words. I'm still lying on the towel, still trembling, still feeling the aftershocks rippling through me every time I move. But I see the hunger in his eyes, the way he's already thickening again, and I feel a fresh pulse of heat between my legs.

"Give her a minute," I say, and my voice comes out steadier than I feel. "He needs to recover."

"Bullshit," Karen says, reaching out to stroke him. He's half-hard, and she wraps her fingers around him, pumping slowly. "He's got plenty left. Look at him."

David's head falls back, a groan escaping him as Karen's hand works him. I watch her mouth descend, taking him back between her lips, and I feel a strange mix of possessiveness and arousal watching my best friend suck my husband's cock. It's not jealousy—it's something else. Something that makes my toes curl.

"That's it," I murmur, and I don't know if I'm talking to Karen or to David or to myself. "Make him hard again."

Lisa has moved closer, her cover-up bunched around her waist, her fingers moving frantically between her legs. She's watching Karen's mouth with a kind of desperate fascination, and I can hear her breathing getting faster, can hear the wet sound of her hand moving.

I push myself up on my elbows, the sand warm against my back, and I watch Karen work. She's good at this, better than I expected, taking him deep and slow, her tongue tracing the vein on the underside. David's hand is in her hair again, not pushing, just holding, and his eyes find mine.

"Come here," he says, reaching for me with his free hand. "I want you close."

I crawl up the towel, my knees leaving impressions in the warm sand, and I position myself beside Karen, close enough that I can feel the heat of David's body, can smell the sex on him. He pulls me in and kisses me, deep and slow, his tongue finding mine, and I taste myself on his lips.