Like Fordman I like buried at the beach, but not necessarily for myself. I have this concept for a story I have came back to time and again:
It's a long anticipated summer vacation at the beach, private beach house somewhat secluded, my husband and I there with several others, some couples, some not. My husband looses a wager, or in some other manor becomes indebted to the group and is handed a shovel by the other men very early in the morning and told to dig a deep hole in the soft and dry sand away from the threat of drowning and sand crabs, yuck!
Wearing only his black panties of submission, (or nothing at all), he is duct tape bound and loaded back into his hole in a standing position if the hole is deep enough without caving back in on itself, or in a kneeling hogtie if it isn't.
The group of conspiring men (friends) then burry him to the shoulders, the excess sand displaced by his bound body forming a mound that they stomp down so as to ensure he won't be going anywhere on his own. The men then set up and stake down one of those bottomless beach tents overtop of their buried captive so he doesn't roast in the sun, he there to learn some kind of lesson while guarding the groups personal valuables as the rest of us romp and frolic in the surf wearing almost nothing.
We all give him some water when he asks, or a snack, but the others notice that my husband doesn't seem to be bothered by his burial, nor his enforced servitude, the men then deciding to up the ante on his lost wager. Being the randy girl that I am I decide to play along, but only after my husband is blindfolded so that he doesn't know who specifically he is listening to with me in that tent pounding me senseless. The sand flies, and we get just vocal enough to let him know we are enjoying ourselves without being overheard.
As few like sloppy seconds my husband is in the perfect position to fix that as he is watched by the others, I possibly having a go at all the guys at some point, and even my girlfriend while my husband is forced to listen. Since my husband is blindfolded he could be forced to clean up my lovers as well before they pulled their shorts back on to go out and swim if they wanted, or even fluff them up for round two three and four.
Digging him up at the end of the day the men could come to the conclusion that he "got off" on the experience, possibly thinking up even better ways to have some fun with me, as well as him at the same time.
It's just an erotic day dream, at least so far, Jackie.