shooter: Genie Chapter1 Richard loved the early morning beach. the waves, the solitude. Of course he loved being on vacation with his wife of 8 years too. No pressure, great food, and great sex. He had left her asleep in their hotel room and decided to take a walk on the beach. they had had a great dinner gone back to the room, opened a bottle of champagne and fucked for over an hour. It was really romantic. A storm had come up and that added to the romance. Except for a few minutes when it got pretty intense and shook the building. They still had it, even after all these years. she was great. she had put on a few pounds but she was still hot. and Dickie, as she called him, being a boob man loved her breasts. Of course they could always be bigger. She had even had a boob job but their doctor was conservative and only brought her up to a C cup from a B. He had secretly wished that she was bigger but didn't want to make her feel bad. After all, she had helped him pay for them and he loved her for more than her boobs. Just like she loved him for more than his dick. She said she liked him just the way he was but he knew she had had bigger and she could definitely take more cock in her wet hole. Once he had gotten her to talk about one of her lovers in college. she said he was "huge" and he knew from her tone that she had loved it and came hard and often. He had fantasized about getting some big dicked stud off the internet to come and fill up his wife while he watched but knew it was too risky and it was to remain just a fantasy. All these sexy thoughts were running through his head when something caught his eye, a glimmer of reflected sun in the sand. Richard was always on the lookout for stuff on the beach, being an part time treasure hunter, but especially this morning because storms have been known to wash up gold and silver coins on this beach from spanish shipwrecks that went down in the 1600's. As he got closer to the sparkle he knew immediately it wasn't a coin and his heart sank. It looked like a bottle. "It could still be valuable," he though to himself. As he approached he saw that it was indeed a bottle , and an old one. It was a bluish, purple color and its outside was ornate, as if it had been somehow carved. He dug it out of the sand and rinsed it off in the waves. "Wow this is cool." he tried to look inside but couldn't see anything. He shook it and when he did, he got the strange feeling that something very heavy was inside, even though the bottle was very light, almost delicate. "That's weird." he thought to himself. He noticed it had a glass stopper. "Boy, I'll bet that's rare." he thought, looking at the stopper. Without thinking he grabbed the stopper and slowly moved it back and forth to uncork his find. continue?