Naughty Beach

NAUGHTY BEACH

His hands felt good on my thighs, rubbing the sun lotion. The sun warmed me but there was added heat in my pussy.

I said to my husband Phillip, who was watching his friend Alan apply the lotion. "I want him first, then you."

We had arrived at a junction in our relationship with Alan, about to expand to another dimension. Alan was a long-time friend. His wife Cammie was home in Cleveland. Alan was visiting after a business trip. He and Cammie had lived near us in southeastern Virginia until he took another job and they moved a few years earlier.

We were on a beach in North Carolina, along the outer banks. We called it our 'naughty beach' because we had often been naked. Phillip had made love to me there. On one occasion, Alan and Cammie had made love right beside us.

Phil and I (I'm Ronda) had stopped on the beach many years ago while just sightseeing along the coast. There are a number of wildlife refuges along the coast and we had been exploring on a very nice spring day. There are high sand dunes on the seaward side of the highway all the way from Kittyhawk to Cape Hatteras. Most of the beach is a federally protected area.

We stopped along the side of the road, observing some teals in a pond on the opposite side of the road from the beach.

I suggested that we look over the dunes to see what birds might be along the shoreline. It was a bit difficult to climb the sand dune. With every step, the sand gave-way under our feet, but we made it to the top. We were rewarded with a beautiful view of the white surf with the dark blue sea in the background and the tan sand beach extending for miles in both directions. There were gulls and shore birds along the beach, but we didn't see another person. Rick looked at the birds through his binoculars and took a few photos with his camera phone.

We walked down the seaward side of the dune, on a path through the dune grasses. It was warm with a light wind.

I said to my husband, "This is beautiful. There is nobody around. We could strip naked and no one could see us."

Phil said, "Go ahead and do it."

I looked at him and with just that minor encouragement, I pulled my blouse over my head. I dropped it in the sand and continued to walk. I reached behind me and undid my bra, dropping it in the sand too. I raised my arms, lifting my breasts and exposing them to the warm sun and the cool breeze. I felt really good.

I looked back at my husband and said, "You too. Strip. I want to see you naked."

He paused for a moment and then pulled his shirts over his head and began to undo his belt. I had only intended to get topless, but with Phil stripping off his pants, I did the same. I saw Phil's dick come into the sun. His clothes were in a pile on the beach.

I pulled my shorts off my hips and down my legs. They fell into the sand. I was leaving a trail of clothing as I walked closer to the crashing surf. My panties and shoes were all that were left and they were soon lying in the soft sand. I was gloriously naked. The sun and breeze warmed and chilled me at the same time. There were goosebumps on my body. My nipples were hard. I looked at Phil and his dick was beginning to come alive, dangling against his leg.

I kept walking, leaving my clothes behind, focused on a mixed flock of birds farther down the beach. Phil looking at them through his binoculars, trying to identify the different species.

"Sanderlings, Bonaparte's Gull, Common Terns." He recited.

I kept walking. Five minutes later, we were close enough to the birds to clearly identify them. It was a wonderful sight. Phil and I marveled at the beauty of nature. He was taking photos; I was part of the beauty of nature he was admiring. I turned and posed. My light brown nipples centered on my full breasts. My dark pubic hair formed a triangle at the top of my legs, beneath my stomach. He thinks my belly-button is sexy. My hair was blowing in the breeze. I removed my sunglasses, revealing my entire body for his viewing and photographic pleasure.

We continued to walk down the beach, thoroughly enjoying the day and not paying attention to time. We lost track of how far we had walked.

He saw them first. In the distance, two people were walking toward us. Rather than retreating, we decided to just continue walking. If the couple kept coming, they would see us naked, but 'so what'.

It took about fifteen minutes until we walked by the couple. They appeared to be a bit older than us and were fully dressed, of course. We just casually walked by them, exchanging greetings and commenting on what a nice day it was. I noticed the man's eyes take in my prominent features. It was a bit arousing to have these strangers see me naked. Phil and I held hands, smiling at each other, amazed at our boldness.

We realized that we were had just kept walking and had left ourselves with a considerable return hike. We finally turned around and began our return trek.

We saw two figures in the distance and assumed that it was the couple we had passed earlier. We focused on some diving birds out in the ocean, Gannets and Terns, watching their amazing acrobatics. Phil was taking photos while I used the binoculars.

When we returned to walking, we realized that it was two young men who were approaching. They were jogging. They were only wearing gym shorts and shoes. They were in obviously excellent physical condition; I presumed they were military. They slowed to a walk as they approached and we stopped to say hello. We talked for a few moments, learning that they were Navy men from Norfolk, enjoying an afternoon jog. Finally, one of them mentioned that they noticed we were naked. We explained how we had decided on a whim to get naked and we were enjoying it.

I said, "Why don't you guys try it."

One young man said, "Maybe sometime we will."

I said, "There no better time than the present."

I was pleasantly surprised when the young man smiled and pulled down his shorts, revealing a nice brown cock, half-inflated. The other man did the same. It was my turn to leer at them. I took a chance and reached down to take the one man's penis in my hand. I squeezed it and said, "Thank you for your service." He just stood there. Then I did the same with his partner, grabbing his semi-erect penis and giving it a squeeze. I quickly became aroused and grew in my hand. I said, "Ooh, I feel safe with you boys protecting us."

Then I laughed and jogged away, heading down the beach. The young men watched me for a few moments, undoubtedly admiring my bouncing ass cheeks. Then they continued their run, still naked. I watched their tight asses over their muscular legs jogging off in the distance.

Phil caught me and we both laughed. "That was pretty bold of you."

I laughed and said, "I couldn't resist. There were two nice young cocks. How could I pass up the chance." Then I said, "I knew they wouldn't do anything improper with you there to protect me."

Phil facetiously said, "Yeah, I could've taken them both."

Phil was in decent shape, but he was nowhere near as fit as the Navy men. His cock was now fully erect.

We had avoided the water. It was cold, that time of year. I waded in up to my ankles; the chill took my breath away. I kicked some water toward Phil and ran off, away from the water.

We looked up and there was the couple we had seen earlier. Much to our surprise, they were both topless. The woman's breasts were exposed. Her dark nipples highlighted the center of her breasts, which were sagging somewhat, but still attractive.

We nodded hello. The woman said, "We thought you had a good idea.'

I looked around and said, "You ought to take it all off and enjoy this beautiful day."

I convinced her. She dropped her shorts. She shaved her pussy, so only the thin line where her lips came together was visible. When the man dropped his pants, he had a hard-on. He smiled at me while I obviously leered at his penis. I smiled at him, showing my appreciation and thanks for showing me the family jewels.

We walked on, but didn't pass anyone else. I was horny and wanted my husband to make love to me. Unfortunately, it was impractical. One grain of sand in the wrong place would turn ecstasy to agony.

We had trouble finding where we had crossed the dunes. The dunes all looked pretty similar. Fortunately, my shorts and shoes led us to the right spot. As a final touch to our day, I grabbed Phil's cock, dropped to my knees in the sand and gave him a blow job. "Thank you for your service." I said. He came in my mouth.

Two months later, Phil asked if I wanted to go to the Outer Banks again during our week off. I readily agreed. We left the kids with my mother and drove to North Carolina on a Wednesday; we found our spot. This time, we brought a blanket so we could sit on the beach and enjoy a lunch we had brought.

We took a walk but didn't see anyone. The mix of birds included different species from the spring. Phil got some good photos. He had me pose naked with the birds in the background. He mentioned that he liked his photos of the 'sand-tits' and the oystercatchers.

Of course, we had to make love on the beach. I was sitting there, hypnotized by the surf with Phil tickling my back. When he kissed me, it broke the spell of the sea. We didn't say anything. Our kisses became more passionate. I grabbed his cock and pulled it toward my crotch. His warm body covered mine, blocking me from the sun. I treasured the wonderful sensation of his cock entering me. I pulled him down onto me, feeling his weight, stroking his back, squeezing his penis inside me. He came, then rolled off, gently stroking me as I recovered from a nice climax.

I looked out toward the surf and saw a young man walking away through the dunes. He'd been watching us.

A few months later, we were entertaining our friends Alan and Cammie and we mentioned how we had walked over the dunes and walked along the beach naked. We hinted at our love-making. Cammie commented that "We'd like to join you sometime." Phil and I said, "Sure."

That night, in bed, Phil and I were teasing each other.

I said, "You'd like to see Cammie naked, wouldn't you?"

He said, "I wouldn't object."

I asked, "How do you feel about Alan seeing me naked?"

"I don't know. How do you feel about it?"

I said, "I kind of turns-me-on when men see me naked. I like seeing their cocks rise when they see my pussy."

Phil said, "I was amazed when you grabbed those Navy guys' cocks. You're lucky they didn't fuck you."

I said, "Would you have stopped them?"

He joked, "Maybe I would've let them have their way with you. Sometimes you're more than I can handle."

I said, "You'd watch them rape me?"

He said, "You were asking for it."

I punched him in the arm and fell back on my pillow. Phil dove between my legs and ate my pussy with a vengeance. I rubbed his head while speculating about whether the Navy men would've sucked my pussy. "They had nice cocks." I said, remembering how they'd felt in my hand.

It was early fall; the forecast was for unseasonably warm weather. I asked Cammie if she and Alan wanted to join us for a trip to the Outer Banks the next day, a Saturday. She checked with Alan and they agreed.

We drove together in our car, stopping for an early lunch and stopping at Pea Island NWR to look at the birds.

Then we drove to our spot. Another car was parked there, but we didn't care.

We climbed the dune and found a nice spot on the beach, near the dunes, far away from the surf.

We spread the two blankets and got settled. I thought, "Well, here we go."

I began to strip. I looked at the others, who seemed to be reluctant. I said to Cammie, "Let's show them our tits." I pulled off my bra and my beauties flopped free. Alan was seeing them for the first time and to the best of my recollection, Cammie was too. She followed my lead and bared her breasts. Hers weren't as big as mine, but they were more upright and her brown nipples were long and stiff. We looked at each other, wondering if we would strip all the way.

I said to the men, "Come on boys, let's see what you've got."

Phillip was first. He removed his shirt and dropped his shoes. He looked at me, smiling as he undid his pants. I pulled my shorts over my hips and kicked off my shoes. Cammie and Alan were a bit slower, but they knew the unspoken intention of us all getting naked. Cammie was wearing just a little thong. A silky triangle of purple silk was all that covered her womanhood. She was very attractive. I pulled my panties down, exposing my pussy to her. She showed some reluctance, but then she just did it. She pulled her little panties down her legs and stood before us naked. She shaved her pussy. I bared my unshaved muff and turned toward the men so they could see.

There were two pricks dangling a few feet away. They actually weren't dangling, they were sticking out, erect. I gave Phillip a peck on the lips, letting his prick touch my hip.

We self-consciously arranged ourselves on the beach. The conversation was a bit strained. We ate lunch and became more relaxed. It was different being naked in the presence of our friends. I tried not to look, but couldn't help but noticing Alan's cock and Cammie's cute tits.

I suggested we walk down the beach to look at the birds. Cammie was not comfortable with possibly being seen. Alan said, "I'll go with you." Phil said he'd stay with Cammie.

Alan and I set off on our naked trek. It was different being with him rather than Phil, but our conversation was relaxed as we talked about the species of birds we were seeing. We carefully approached the flock of birds that had gathered about one hundred yards down the beach. It seemed to natural and the warm sun felt good on parts of my body that had seldom been exposed to the sun.

"This is unusual." Alan said.

I agreed and said, "Are you sure we should've left them alone?"

He laughed and said, "I don't know. Should we trust them?"

I laughed, "Phillip likes your wife's tits."

Alan said, "Well, I like yours too."

I just gave him a knowing look, "Behave yourself."

He said, "That's hard to do around you."

I noted his hard prick and said, "I can see it's very HARD for you to behave."

We diverted our attention to the birds. I looked down the beach and saw a few people gathered around their blankets.

I said, "Want to walk down there and let those people see us naked?"

"You'd do that?"

"Sure. It's part of the fun."

"You don't mind people seeing you?"

"Not at all. I'll see if Cammie is interested."

He said, "Let's just keep going." He was fine with others seeing me naked, but wasn't so comfortable with his wife being seen.

We kept going and passed an elderly couple walking the other way.

The woman asked, "Is nudity legal here?"

I said, "This is a federal beach and I don't think the same rules apply as on a state beach. There may be rules, but there is no law against nudity, so far as I know."

They walked on and so did we.

Alan waded into the water and encouraged me to join him. Since it was early fall, the water was pretty warm. I went in to my knees while Alan was in farther. I followed him. The water still shocked me when a little wave spurted some water onto my pussy. I jumped back and hustled to the beach. Alan caught me and put his arm around me briefly. Feeling his body against my was erotic. I had to do it. I grabbed his prick and held it in my hand. He kissed me. His hand caressed my bare ass, his chest pressed into my breasts. Then we broke apart, both scared to do anything more. We both felt a bit guilty as we approached our spouses.

They didn't see us coming as we were near the dunes. "Let's see what they are doing." I said.

We got closer and saw my dear husband applying sun lotion to Cammie's naked back. His hands were rubbing the slippery stuff over her bare butt. It was a very erotic scene. We stopped, wondering if she was going to turn over to have him do her front. She did.

Alan and I secluded ourselves in the dunes and watched my husband look around to confirm that we were still far away. Then, he squirted the white liquid onto his hands and rubbed in onto Cammie's lower legs. She was lying on her back, sunglasses covering her eyes, while Phillip massaged her legs. He was looking right at her pussy. I was aroused, seeing my husband with another woman, his hands on her nude body.

Then he saw us and stopped. I wondered what would've happened if he hadn't seen us approaching.

When we got to them, Cammie surprised me by reaching out for her husband's cock. "It's wet." She noticed. He told her we'd gone into the surf. She looked at me, directly at my pussy to see if I was wet too.

Then, she took her husband's cock in her mouth. "It's salty." She noticed. "I like it." She sucked his dick farther into her mouth. "I'm going to take a salt shaker to bed."

Then she said, "I was afraid your dick would taste like Ronda's pussy."

He said, "No such luck."

We laughed, but we were laughing about the possibility that Alan and I had done something. We had, but not as much as she had imagined.

When Alan moved between her legs and mounted her, Phil and I watched. They quickly were fucking, right beside us. Cammie looked at us with a 'what are you waiting for' glance.

I sat beside my husband and kissed him. We'd done it on the beach before. Having others there was a bit uncomfortable and extremely erotic. We overcame our modesty and Phil slid his cock into me. Cammie's eyes and mine met as we both laid on the beach getting laid. I kissed my man, encouraging him to fuck me good and come inside me. He became more passionate, aroused by our exhibitionism and a bit of competition. He moved faster and faster, urging his cock to erupt inside me. Then it did, the glorious sensation of my man's semen pouring into me brought me to my own orgasm. Having his get so aroused over me is the ultimate ego trip for me. Being desired by my man makes me feel like a woman.

We kissed as we recovered from our union. We'd almost forgotten about Cammie and Alan until I looked over and saw that they had finished too. Cammie and I shared a smile, sharing the wonderful sensation that comes with a man's love.

Phil rolled off and I cuddled against him, wanting the moment to last forever.

We never did anything more daring with Cammie and Alan, at least I didn't. We went to the beach, but were accompanied by their and our kids, so our 'playing' was limited to a a brief flash of a tit, as pussy or a dick and an occasional grope.

We did soft swap a few times, necking with the other spouse, but we hadn't gone beyond Alan feeling me through my clothes. He wanted to do more, but I was too nervous and scared to let him go further. I knew that if he got his hands on my goodies, I would melt and let him have his way with me.

I had a sense that my husband Phil had gone further with Cammie. I know he had her shirt off one evening and was playing with her tits and I suspected that he'd had his hand in her pants.

Phillip's attitude seemed to be encouraging me to let Alan get further with me, to third base or maybe even score. I just hadn't been able to do it. I was close to yielding a couple of times, but something interrupted us or I had a sudden burst of reluctance. Alan was a gentleman and had always been patient, hoping that I would eventually lower my defenses.

The weekend before they moved to Cleveland, was the closest I came. I let Alan play with my tits under my shirt. He undid my bra and had his hands all over my breasts. We were kissing and I felt his hard prick pressing against my crotch, right over my red-hot pussy. His dick was pressing against my clit with two layers of clothing between us. I think I would've let him fuck me that night, but one of our kids woke up, calling for mommy and I had to break off from Alan. I know he was very disappointed and I felt badly about it too.

I've always liked getting men aroused. Before we were married, I would get Phillip so worked up that he would bang his head against the headboard of the bed. I really liked getting him so horny that he was totally at my mercy. I let him kiss me and feel-me-up, but would push his hand away whenever he tried to get at my pussy. I eventually yielded; I just couldn't resist my own passion. Once he started fucking me, neither of us could stop. I was afraid that if I let Alan get in my pants that it would be the same, I'd want to fuck him over and over.

Phillip didn't seem to have any objection to me fucking Alan. That's why I suspected that he'd had Cammie. They set up situations where we would pair off in different rooms. I never asked Phil if he had done her. I presumed that he had, but didn't want to confront the issue. If my husband was fucking my best friend, I didn't want to know.

After they moved away, Phillip and I both missed them terribly. We never found any friends who we felt as comfortable with. We had many good friends, but none who had that sexual connection. Phil and I were very happy. He had gotten me pregnant a few times and we had three, mostly wonderful, kids.

We visited Cammie and Alan once in Cleveland. Our kids were with us, so there was no opportunity for any adult play time; except for one time when I took their and our kids to the mall to buy shoes. There wasn't enough room in our car for more than a driver and five kids, so Phillip, Alan and Cammie stayed home.

I wondered what they did while I was away. Their casualness seemed to be contrived when I returned with the kids. I didn't ask, not wanting to know the answer.

Well, Alan was coming to town for business and we offered to let him stay at our house after his meetings. He and Cammie had often slept over when they lived near us.

I had a fateful conversation with my husband the day before Alan arrived.

"What do we want to do with Alan while he's here?" I asked.

Phillip said, "I don't know. He has a day off. Maybe we can go somewhere."

I thought a minute and wanted to hear what my husband said when I suggested, "We could drive down to the outer banks for the day."

He was quite and asked, "Would you want to go to the beach?"

"Why not."

He said, "Would we get naked?"

"Why not." I said, wondering how he would react.

He just said, "That might be fun."

I said, "Would you like to see me get naked in front of Alan?"

"Yeah. That turned me on that time."

"Really. Did you notice that his cock was hard."

"I wasn't looking, but I noticed."

I said, "I grabbed his cock while we were walking naked on the beach."

He just said, "Um huh."

I probed further, seeking confirmation of my suspicions. "Have you fucked Cammie."

He balked at answering. "What kind of question is that?"

I said, "You can give me an honest answer. I won't be angry. I suspect that you have."

He said, "You know I love you and only you."

"Yeah, I know that and don't doubt it, but that wasn't my question. How many times have you fucked her?"

He knew I knew, and that we had always been honest with each other.

He said, "A few times. We thought you and Alan were doing it, so we did it too."

I said, "I've never done it with Alan."

"I know."

"I imagine he's pretty pissed off that you've fucked his wife and he hasn't gotten any from me."

"He's okay with it. He likes to watch me with Cammie and he get sloppy seconds."

I was a little surprised that Alan knew all about my husband fucking his wife. "Really?"

He told me, "That time you took the kids to the mall in Cleveland, we had a threesome in their bedroom. I fucked her and then he ate her pussy."

"Alan actually likes watching you fuck his wife?"

"He does. He's disappointed that he hasn't been able to score with you, but he likes watching me do his wife."

I had read about men who liked watching their wives with another man. I asked Phillip, "Would you like to watch me with Alan?"

He mumbled, not answering.

I asked again, "Is that something you'd like to see, Alan fucking me?"

He said, "It's just a fantasy. I'd never want you to do that."

"What if I wanted to?"

He looked at me, wondering if I was serious. I didn't know if I was myself.

He said, "I wouldn't mind trying it."

"Trying what. Say it. Do you want to watch Alan fuck your wife?"

My husband finally said, "Yeah. I'd like to see that, but only if you really want to do it."

We were silent for a while. We were eating dinner.

I asked, "What would you like to see me do with Alan?"

He said, "I don't know. Only what you wanted."

"Want to see me suck his cock?"

"If you want."

"What if he ate my pussy? I like having my pussy eaten. Maybe he has some different techniques."

Phillip was intrigued, "Sure, I'd like to see that."

I pressed him and said, "I'll bet you'd like to watch him fuck me."

"I would, actually."

"Want me to ride his cock like a slut?"

"Sure." He was getting a hard-on.

I wanted to suck my husband's cock so badly, but the kids were just outside in the yard.

I said, "If I fuck him, I may want you to suck his cum from my pussy." I'd read about husbands who liked doing that.

He smiled and said, "Okay, if you insist."

I laughed. "Tell me what you two did with Cammie in Cleveland?"

He was aroused and willing to tell me everything. He did. "I ate her cunt, then I fucked her while she blew Alan. I did her bareback and shot my cum into her cunt."

"Did Alan lick her sloppy pussy?"

"He did."

I said, "I think I want him to come inside me. Only you have done that. Do you want to see your friend shoot his cum into my cunt?"

Phillip was rubbing his very hard dick and said, "I'd like to see that."

"Will you clean me up?"

"Okay."

"Not just okay. Tell me you want to do it."

My dear husband said, "Okay, yeah. I'd like to watch you suck Alan's cock. I liked to watch him suck your pussy then fuck you. I'll lick your pussy clean when he's done. Then, I want to watch him fuck you again."

I was speechless, amazed at what my husband wanted me to do. I was aroused too. My pussy was soaked. I wanted to jump him right there and fuck him on the dining room floor. I was on fire.

I said, "You have a dirty mind. I married a pervert."

Then I walked away. I went outside with the kids, leaving my obviously frustrated husband sitting at the table.

Later that night, we were finally in bed. Phillip wanted me, no surprise there. I wanted him too. I still hadn't recovered from the tremendous arousal of earlier.

He mounted me and slid his cock into my red-hot pussy. He kissed me. We both were thinking about the same thing.

I pushed him away, pushing his shoulders so he would go down on me. Having been married for years, he knew what I wanted.

I said, "Go down there and clean your friend's cum from my pussy."

He did as I asked and was soon eagerly licking and sucking all over.

I continued to inspire him. "I like having you eat cum out of my pussy. Clean me up so I can fuck your friend again."

Dear Phillip was inspired and kept at it. I was coming.

I pulled him up and he mounted me again. His wonderful cock slid into my slippery vagina.

I said, "Oh, Alan, your cock is so much bigger than my husband's. Fuck me with it. Fuck me hard. I need it."

Phillip accommodated me and fucked me hard, shooting a load of semen into me as I came yet again. It was our most intense session in a long time.

When we were finished, Phillip stayed on top of me. He gently kissed me and told me he loved me.

He said, "I don't' ever want you to do anything you don't want to."

I said. "Don't worry. I won. t"

We fell asleep, both wondering what would happen the next day when Alan came to visit.

The next morning, I arranged for the kids to stay with a neighbor if we got home late. We picked Alan up at his downtown hotel and told him we wanted to just drive around for the day. When we headed for North Carolina, he smiled and recalled our previous visit.

I was sitting in the back seat. I was wearing a short dress and had 'forgotten' to wear panties. I was sitting behind Alan in the passenger seat, so he couldn't see me lift my dress to show my husband my naked pussy whenever he looked back. I told Phillip to keep his eyes on the road. Alan didn't know what we were talking about, unaware that I was flashing my husband from the back seat.

We stopped for lunch. There was tension in the air. The two men were following my lead. It was my choice of what we wanted to do.

Phillip asked me, "Do you want to head home, or should we drive down along the coast?"

I said, "I'd like it down there. Let's keep going. It's still sunny out."

I know Alan was wondering what was going to happen. He didn't say anything, just hoping.

When we got down on the highway where the dunes were, I let Phillip drive right by where we had always stopped. He looked at me and I ignored him.

Finally, a few miles later, I said, "Turn around and go to where we stop to go to the beach. I want to look at the surf and birds."

He casually did it.

We got to the parking spot. Nobody else was there. I jumped out of the car and said to Alan, "Come on, let's go see the beach." I grabbed his hand and we set off for the dunes. Phillip followed, getting a blanket and the cooler from the trunk.

Alan and I struggled to get up over the dune and were again rewarded with a beautiful view of the Atlantic Ocean.

I said, "Remember that time we walked down the beach, naked?"

Alan said, "I sure do."

"Let's do it again." I said as I pulled my dress over my head. Alan was surprised that I hadn't bothered with a bra or panties. I kicked off my shoes and was gloriously naked except for my sunglasses.

I watched Alan strip. His shoes and socks, then his shirt and finally his pants and underwear dropped to the sand.

Phillip had reached the top of the dune and saw us as we walked toward the beach. He said, with a mock-helpless voice, "I'll just wait here."

Alan and I walked to the surf, chasing away some shore birds. I looked down the beach and there were a number of other people, but they were hundreds of yards away.

I walked into the surf up to my knees, with Alan close behind. I felt his eyes on my body. He was leering at my ass and when I turned around, his eyes shifted between my pussy, my tits and my face. His dick was hard. I laughed, proud of myself for inspiring his manhood.

I closed the distance between us. I stepped against him and put my arms around his neck. I kissed him. I pressed my belly into his prick, feeling his hardness and sensing his desire in the passion of our embrace. I put my tongue in his mouth and pressed my breasts against his hairy chest.

I could see my husband watching. He had his camera. I don't think he was photographing birds.

I led Alan out of the water, holding his hand as we walked back to where my husband had been preparing blankets for us all to lay on.

We exchanged pleasantries with my husband. The unstated significance of the situation dampened our conversation.

I laid on the blanket and said, "I want to get some sun. Will someone put some lotion on me?"

Phillip handed the tube to his friend, inviting him to put his hands all over my nude body.

Alan started with my back, then moved down to ensure my ass was well protected. He caressed my legs with the lotion. I was a bit immodest and spread my knees a bit to give him a peek at my pussy.

I rolled over and Alan worked the lotion into my lower legs and then moved to my thighs. I was looked directly into his eyes. I had removed his sunglasses. We connected as his hands massaged my naked thighs and then moved over my pelvis. He rubbed his hand through my hairy mound and moved up to my stomach. I was so aroused that it was difficult staying still. Alan's hands grasped my breasts and held my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I pulled him down into a kiss.

I looked at my husband and said, "I want him first, then you."

I kissed Alan again and he moved between my legs. I spread apart to welcome him. I felt the tip of his cock probing, looking for the treasure spot. Then the tip of his dick spread my labia apart. I noticed the size of his prick pushing in, expanding the opening to my vagina. I was wet, which facilitated his entry. He went slowly, wanting to enjoy it. He pulled out, leaving me empty. Then, his dick spread my lips apart once more. He did it a third time.

I finally said, "Quit fooling around; fuck me."

His dick plunged into me. I closed my eyes to savor the wonderful sensation. His was only the second cock to ever be inside my vagina. My husband was watching while I shared what had only been his, with his friend. Our eyes connected, expressing our love. He was watching me have pleasure, which pleased him. He always strived to get me off when we made love. Seeing me aroused with another man's cock inside me, stirred feelings he didn't know he had.

I looked back at Alan. I said, "You've wanted to fuck me for a long time, haven't you?"

He said, "I have had to do myself after being around you so many times. I've fucked my wife thinking of you so many times."

I was flattered. He was feeding into my feminine sense of self-worth, the primitive need to be desired by men, to have men want to fuck me and put their baby inside me.

I wrapped my arms around him and hooked my ankles around his calves. He was inside me, deep inside me and the look on his face was unforgettable as his climax approached. I felt the warm surge of his semen pouring into me, filling me with his cum, only the second man to have come inside me. I closed my eyes and the warm sensation overwhelmed my body. I was gasping, my skin flushed, my muscles tensing.

My husband was watching. He was lightly stroking his cock, waiting his turn for sloppy seconds. I looked at Phillip and said, "Who's next."

He moved over. Alan moved away; his limp dick was dangling between his legs, shiny with the juices from inside me.

When Phillip's cock slid into me, it felt wonderfully different. The lubrication from Alan's cum altered the normal sensation I'd felt when Phillip's cock was inside me. It was so slippery in there. His dick slid like my pussy was lined with silk. Knowing that he was plowing through another man's sperm added to his and my arousal. He was full of desire after watching his wife give herself to another man for the first time. My concern about how my husband would react to my infidelity was immediately eliminated by Phillip's passion. He wanted me as much as he ever had, probably more.

He said, "You're so hot."

I said, "Did you like watching your friend fuck me?"

He said, "You are wonderful. I love to watch you lose your inhibitions, walk naked on the beach and fuck like a wild woman."

I said, "I want your cum inside me. Put another load inside me. Fill me."

He did. His cock erupted and my womb was filled with another load of man-cum. I thought, I could get used to this. Sex with Phillip had always been wonderful but having two men, one after the other, was even better. I came too, amazed at how fabulous it was. He was dumping his semen inside me, fulfilling my most primitive desires.

He rolled off and I noticed Alan watching. I noticed that his dick was hard again. He'd gotten excited watching me and my husband fucking.

I decided I wanted him. I invited him for another session inside my pussy.

I looked into his eyes and said, "Fuck me again. I want you inside me again."

He was pleased to comply and his cock slid into my even messier vagina. I felt the semen pouring out of my well-used cunt, dripping down into the crack of my ass, some of it pooled against my asshole.

I wanted it from behind. I wanted just raw fucking from behind, animal style, like I'd seen dogs and horses fucking. I was on my hands and knees and Alan moved in behind me. I looked at my husband, trying to revive his limp dick with his hand. I was wearing them both out, taking all they could provide.

Alan fucked me good. I pushed my ass back into him so he would go deeper inside me. I tried to determine how his cock felt different from my husband's but with all the slippery cum inside me, I couldn't tell. His dick was inside the pool of semen that filled my vagina. My tits were swaying with each stroke. I moaned and encouraged him, acting like one of those women in the porno flicks.

I looked at Phil, "He's got his cock up inside me. Do you like watching?"

Phil nodded. I continued, "I could get used to this."

We did it for quite a while. Alan stood behind me for a time, forcefully ramming his cock into me, pushing me forward with each thrust. I grunted each time his cock hit home, poking against my cervix. Phillip had only been that deep a few times.

I was wide open, wanting Alan's cock as far inside me as possible. I was exhibiting my most primitive traits, eagerly wanting him to come inside me. When he finally did, I collapsed onto the blanket. His cock flopped out, followed by another stream of warm cum pooling at the entrance to my vagina. Phillip took a photo, his wife's cunt with a wad of another man's semen resting inside the opening to my vagina.

I looked at Phillip, wondering if he wanted another round. I was exhausted and he knew I was fucked out, something that had never happened before.

I got to my feet, standing shakily.

I looked at both men and asked, "Is that what you boys wanted?"

They both nodded and told me how wonderful I was. I said, "I'll bet you say that to all the girls you've fucked." They both nodded.

I was ready to walk over the dune to the road naked, but Phillip helped me put my dress back on. I was a bit of a mess. Sand was sticking to my legs from where I had gotten wet in the surf. Cum continued to ooze out of me. My hair was mussed and filled with sand. Fortunately, none of the sand got into my cunt.

I sat in the back seat, behind Alan again. I leaned back and dozed off. My dress had ridden up my thighs and my knees were apart. Every time Phillip looked back, he could see my wet, swollen pussy, with my glistening pussy lips and the dark pubic hair spread throughout my crotch. Alan realized what was happening and looked a few times, too.

We returned home, retrieved the kids from the neighbors and had a nice late dinner with our family and 'Uncle Alan'. We watched a movie on TV until the kids were asleep. We went to bed at eleven.

I took a shower and came into our bed naked. I kissed my husband and asked if he had any second thoughts about what had happened that afternoon. He said he didn't, which pleased me and fit with my plans.

I pulled down the covers to find my husband already had a hard-on. I leaned over and took his prick in my mouth. I licked his love-stick, concentrating on the sensitive underside. He had precum oozing from the tip. I love the taste of it.

He was very hard and wanted to fuck me. I stopped him.

I said, "You be a good boy and wait here. I'm going to have Alan eat my cunt and I want it to be nice and clean for him. I'm going to suck his cock and let him fuck me again. You wait for me and I'll bring back a treat for you. Keep your cock hard, but don't come. Save it for me."

I put on a robe and left our bedroom, checking on the sleeping kids. I lightly knocked on Alan's door and stepped inside his room.

"May I come in?"

He said, "Please do."

I locked the door, not wanting our kids to find mommy, naked and 'playing cowboy' with Uncle Alan.

I crawled into be beside him; his eyes focused on my body. He was wearing a t-shirt and briefs. I pulled his underwear down, exposing his prick. I wanted to get more familiar with it. I straddled his leg, with my pussy wrapped around his ankle. I took his prick in my hand and examined it closely, tracing it's features with my fingers. I lifted his balls in my hand, feeling their weight. I probed the little cum-hole at the tip of his penis. Tasting the clear fluid that was leaking out. I moved up briefly and kissed him, then returned to his dick.

I treated his cock like it was precious, carefully caressing it with my hands, letting my hair drape over his crotch, licking the head of his manhood. I took the mushroom-shaped head into my mouth and pressed my lips around it. He groaned. I took him deeper, feeling his cock pressing toward the back of my throat. I used my tongue to tickle the underside while holding the base of his prick. Then, I began to move my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth. He groaned with pleasure and combed his fingers through my hair.

"Oh Ronda. You're amazing." He said.

I looked up from his cock and asked, "Do you eat Cammie's pussy?"

He said he did.

"Show me how you do it. Show me how you eat her pussy."

We flipped around with me lying on my back and Alan between my legs. He started slowly, like I had, examining my most intimate anatomy. Only my husband and my pussy doctor had seen me down there. I enjoyed having him explore me. His fingers touched my thighs and all the folds and features of my vulva. When his tongue flicked against my clit for the first time, I arched my back, on the way to another orgasm.

He was good. I envied Cammie. He was very attentive, noticing what I liked and concentrating on enhancing my pleasure. I soon was writhing in ecstasy, thoroughly enjoying having my pussy licked. I rubbed his scalp and as I got closer to my climax, I held his face into my pussy. He was eagerly lapping up the juices that were emanating from my vagina. His tongue swirled inside me. His nose rubbed against my clit. I unleashed a squirt of juices onto his face. He was marvelous. I decided he was different that my husband, not better, but different. The thought of me sharing my married pussy with another man had never entered my mind until a few days earlier. Now, I was completely at his disposal. I wanted his tongue in every niche and I wanted him to enjoy eating me. He clearly did. I was overwhelmed as my body began to come. I don't know how long my orgasm lasted, but it kept going and going. He kept finding new spots to attack and I never stopped coming.

Finally, after I experienced a long, rolling orgasm, he stopped. Actually, it was just a pause. He moved up between my legs and slid his cock into my extremely wet vagina. When he was inside me, I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming in pure pleasure. Wouldn't want to wake the kids.

Alan spread me open, folding my legs over my shoulders into the taco position. I was completely at his mercy and he knew it. I was almost turned inside-out. He fucked me thoroughly for more than twenty minutes. He'd get close to coming and stop, wanting to prolong our pleasure. My hole was spread open and his dick was deep inside me. I didn't know if Phillip had ever been that deep.

When Alan finally came, I watched with wonder as his facial expression divulged his extreme pleasure. His semen poured into me. The third load he had but inside my vagina. My husband had encouraged me to enjoy pleasure with another man and I was surely doing it. I'd fucked his friend over and over. My inhibitions had disappeared and I felt an orgasm wash over me again.

Finally, we were finished. Alan invited me to stay in his bed. I couldn't and I didn't want to.

I said, "I have to give my husband a present."

He nodded.

I assured him, "We'll do it again."

I put my robe on, checked the kids like a dutiful mother and returned to Phillip's bed.

He was awake. I dropped my robe so he could see me naked after having been with Alan. He knew I had been fucked and observed how I looked, still flushed with arousal.

I crawled into bed and turned off the light.

"I have a present for you." I said.

He knew what it was. He wasn't sure if he wanted it, but knew that I did. He was willing to try.

I straddled his head, facing the bottom of the bed. I lowered my dripping snatch onto his wonderful face. I loved that face and watched it disappear into my crotch. I spread my knees so my pussy would be open to him.

"Eat me. Suck his cum from my pussy."

He did. He put his face into my crotch and began to lick the sloppy mess that his friend had left.

I said, "Your friend fucked me but didn't clean up his mess. That's your job."

Phillip was into it. He became more aggressive and devoured the cream pie I had brought him. It was wonderful. Again, with my pussy coated with the slippery cum, I was much different than our previous experiences. I liked it. I liked having my husband eat my pussy when it was filled with come more than when it wasn't. I'd developed a new fetish. Phillip would have to adapt.

His tongue worked hard and I heard him sucking the cum from my pussy.

I said, "Your friend had his face in my pussy. He's the only one who has seen me down there. Does that make you horny?"

It did, as evidenced by his continued efforts.

"He's the only man other than you to have fucked my married cunt. He had his cock inside me where your tongue is."

Phillip continued his efforts, enthusiastically.

I said, "I hope he brings Cammie with him next time. I want to watch you fuck her. Will you do that for me?"

He mumbled yes. I was pressing down and he was having trouble breathing. For some reason, I liked that. My loving man was so devoted that he was letting me smother him with my sloppy cunt.

I said, "Maybe I'll eat your cum out of Cammie's pussy."

That set us both off. I didn't think I had any more in me, but I gushed another load of lady-cum onto Phillip's face, almost drowning him.

He had been rubbing his cock and I watched his dick erupt and spray his semen toward his belly. I leaned down and cleaned it up, sucking the remnants from his prick and licking the cum from his belly.

We were done. I noticed the room smelled of sex when I came out of our bathroom. I opened a window to air-out the bedroom. We fell asleep holding each other.

The next morning was hectic with the kids going to school and Alan leaving on a morning flight. I jovially offered to drive him to the airport, but Phillip said he would take him. He said, "He'll never get there if you take him." It was true.

When Alan kissed me goodbye, I grabbed his dick and kissed him with my tongue in his mouth. He had to make another trip in a few months and said he would try to bring Cammie. We also discussed a joint vacation, but would be difficult to have 'fun' with all the kids around.

Phillip took the day off and we spent the day in bed after he returned from the airport.

I'm writing this the next morning after Phillip has gone to work, the kids to school. I had taken a chance when I yielded to temptation but it had opened up a new chapter of my relationship with Phil. All because I decided to strip naked that day at our naughty beach.