Big Surprise at the Nude Beach

Today was a new adventure for John. He had managed to convince his 30-year old wife, Cecelia, to accompany him to a nude beach. This trip was the culmination of a few years of his attempts. Cecelia, sat next to him in the car, her bare feet propped on the dashboard. She wore her long, black hair loose trailing over her shoulder, and she sat quietly looking out the window.

"You sure you're ready for this?" John asked.

"No. But I agreed to come with you. Now stop asking or I'll change my mind."

That was all the warning John needed to keep his mouth shut. Once Cecelia made up her mind about something reasoning with her would only cause an argument.

He used the silence to look over his wife. She was the perfect mix of her half Caucasian and half Thai ethnicities - silken black hair framing brown, tilted, almond eyes and perfect olive, almost hairless, skin. The only aspect out of proportion on her 5'2" frame was her almost comically large DD-cup breasts which were currently covered by a bikini top. John was excited to finally be naked in public, particularly because his exotically beautiful wife would be beside him.

The driveway to the beach was a long, bumpy stretch of gravel. Around them, the sun-drenched landscape unfurled--scrub brush and the occasional copse of twisted cypress, the ocean hidden but for the sound of the waves and the tangible scent of salt in the air.

The car park was a small clearing in the brush, already dotted with cars and a few brave souls who seemed entirely at ease with the day's lack of attire. A couple emerged from a nearby van--hands entwined and bodies unadorned, laughing as they disappeared down a sandy trail.

John cut the engine, letting the sudden silence settle them. "Looks like we're not alone," he said.

"Safety in numbers," Cecelia replied, though her voice wavered slightly. She unbuckled her seatbelt and stretched, glancing through the windshield at a pair of middle-aged men lounging contentedly naked beside their truck.

John watched her, admiring her willingness to step so far beyond her comfort zone. He knew she did this as much for him as for herself. "We can always keep the swimsuits," he offered, knowing she'd likely refuse.

"No it's fine. Let's go."

The path wound through dunes speckled with sea grass, the sand warm beneath their feet. John held the bag with their towels and lunch, while Cecelia walked beside him in nervous silence. They passed more beachgoers, some solo and others in groups, all in various stages of undress. Cecelia kept her gaze forward, though John noticed her eyes flicking curiously now and then. So far none of them men had cocks much different to John's average size which made him more at ease.

They found a spot nestled between two tall mounds of sand, secluded enough to ease their awkwardness. The ocean stretched blue and endless before them, the crash of waves steady and soothing. John laid out the towels with a deliberate nonchalance and began to strip, draping his shirt over a nearby bush. He hesitated at his boxers, glancing at Cecelia, who still wore her bikini and an expression of amused trepidation, then shrugged and pulled them off.

"There," he said, grinning sheepishly, his flaccid 3 inches dangling in the breeze. "Not so bad, right?" John had no qualms about his cock which when erect was a solid 5.5 inches.

Cecelia laughed, "If you say so."

He sat beside her, feeling the sun bake his skin with a liberating intensity. John lay back on his towel emjoying the feeling of being nude in nature.

After about five minutes Cecelia removed the her bikini top. John looked at her approvingly feeling a slight stirring in his groin as her big breasts were exposed to the sun. Cecelia's dark nipples, a result of her asian heritage, and large areola on full display and the weight of her breasts causing them to droop to the side. She lay back as well and John saw some of the tension drop from her shoulders.

After about 10 minutes two young men, college-aged and laughing, ambled toward their spot as though drawn by Cecelia's body. They set their towels down not far away, close enough that John and Cecelia could hear their easy banter. It gave them the perfect vantage point for viewing Cecelia's sun-soaked breasts. The young men stripped with a casual bravado, revealing smooth, muscular torsos. One had an average-sized cock, but the other was uncommonly well-endowed, his flaccid length hanging at what John estimated to be seven inches, thick and curving away to one side with the weight.

Cecelia shifted on her towel. John noticed a look of disbelief as she did a double take on the young men. Some of the tension returned to her shoulders and Cecelia took some deep breaths.

John chuckled but was concerned about her getting self-conscious again. "I think we're old news already," he said, nodding toward the young men as they turned away and walked down for a dip in the ocean hoping it would reassure her.

For a moment, the couple lay in silence, absorbing the warmth of the sun again away from the presence of strangers. John watched Cecelia out of the corner of his eye, admiring again the way the light played over her olive skin.

Cecelia propped herself on her elbows. "You know what?" she said, her voice carrying a note of mischief that John instantly recognized. With a determined nod, she hooked her fingers into her bikini bottoms and shimmied them down her legs. A small, neat, strip of waxed, black pubic hair formed a landing strip above her slit. Cecelia's Asian-dark pussy lips and longer, exposed labia, were now out in the open. John thought he saw a hint of moisture glistening there.

She looked at John, as if daring him to say something.

John grinned, feeling a rush of affection and admiration. He leaned over, pressing a playful kiss to her shoulder. "You're amazing," he said, impressed with how quickly she adjusted to this unexpected aspect of the day.

"I know," she replied.

They lay side by side, the sun warming them into a comfortable languor. John listened to the rhythmic hush of the waves and the occasional call of a gull, feeling the odd mixture of exposure and freedom that this place seemed to promise. He glanced at Cecelia, who had closed her eyes, her face relaxed and serene.

The sound of footsteps in the sand signalled the return of the two college men came back from their swim, skin glistening with seawater. The well-endowed man's cock swung with each step, a pendulous display that seemed to defy gravity. They settled on their towels facing Cecelia and John, their eyes darting but not lingering, as if they had perfected the art of discreet ogling. John thought he saw Cecelia shift slightly, her legs parting just enough to give the young men an unobstructed view of her breasts and pussy. He must be imagining it, but it seemed intentional, a subtle provocation that made him both uneasy and impressed.

The well-endowed man stretched out, muscles moving under his skin. John noticed their attention lingering, unabashed and almost comically blatant, until he thought he might say something. Finally, after an eternity of ten minutes, the young men gathered their towels and sauntered off, half-glancing back at Cecelia one last time before disappearing into the dunes.

John exhaled, the air leaving his lungs in a bemused rush. "I think they liked you," he said, a crooked smile playing at his lips.

Cecelia sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. "It's all a bit much, John." Her voice wavered, a small crack in her earlier bravado.

John realised that he had misread her earlier body language and what he had perceived as provocation had actually been unease. "We can go if you want," though he was surprised at how much he didn't want to.

"No, you stay. I know how long you've wanted to do this for. I'll just head back to the car." Cecelia stood, brushing the sand from her skin. She slipped on her bikini with quick, nervous movements.

John offered some mild, half-hearted protests.

"Really, it's fine. I want you to enjoy this." John watched as she started toward the trail, her figure a sliver against the bright sand. He felt a pang of guilt, then admiration, for her willingness to endure the uncomfortable for his sake.

He watched her until she disappeared from sight, then lay back, the sun warm on his skin. The beach was quiet, the sound of waves filling the space around him. He closed his eyes, but without Cecelia beside him, the freedom felt hollow, the solitude more pronounced.

He sat up, looking toward the ocean. People moved like slow brushstrokes along the shore, and he felt a sudden urge to join them, to walk the length of the beach and see it all before heading back. He stood, brushed the sand from his legs, and set off down the shore, taking his clothes and towel with him.

He watched the other nude bodies scattered along the sand, each one a small testament to freedom, to a kind of vulnerability that felt strangely powerful.

He walked closer to the water, letting the waves lap over his feet, the chill a welcome contrast to the sun's unrelenting heat. As he wandered, he noticed a path branching off into the dunes--a narrow track leading away from the openness of the beach. Curiosity tugged at him, and he veered from the water's edge, following the path with a sense of adventure that bordered on recklessness.

The sand shifted beneath his feet as he climbed between the tall mounds. The sound of the ocean faded, replaced by a more intimate quiet. He heard voices carried on the breeze, and his pulse quickened with an instinctual sense of discovery.

A small group of trees came into view, their trunks bent and twisted by the coastal wind. The voices grew clearer, interspersed with muffled moans. John approached, the thrill of voyeurism mixing with disbelief at his own boldness. He paused at the edge of the grove, peering through the branches. He couldn't believe what he saw.

There in the clearing Cecelia was on her knees, her bikini bottom discarded in the sand, pussy exposed. The young man from earlier with the 7 inch flaccid cock stood before her, his curved length now fully erect at what must have been 10 inches and thicker than a beer bottle. Cecelia's lips stretched around the shaft, and John felt a jolt of shock and arousal. He blinked, unable to process what he was seeing.

One of Cecelia's hands stroked the average-sized cock of the other young man while her other hand rubbed furiously at her clit. She was moaning around the length in her mouth, the sound vibrating through the small clearing.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" the well-endowed one said, his voice breathy yet taunting. "You like sucking college cock?"

"Bet your husband never gave it to you like this," the other chimed in, his words punctuated by gasps. "Dirty little Asian whore."

John stood rooted, a spectator to his wife's wild abandon, he took it in with a mix of humiliation, excitement, and disbelief. The huge cock in Cecelia's mouth moved deeper, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, her hand tightening on the second man's shaft. She seemed lost to everything but the moment, her body moving with a frantic urgency that was both foreign and mesmerizing in his normally demure wife.

John's mind was a whirl. It was as if the entire day had been leading to this moment, a culmination of something unspoken between them. Her reluctance to go to a nude beach was not her apprehension at being seen naked but her fear of what that might awaken in her. He felt a strange thrill, a voyeuristic rush that mingled with the heat of the afternoon. Cecelia seemed lost in what she was doing, her head bobbing on the massive cock with a focused eagerness that John hadn't experienced in years.

John stayed hidden. He found a spot behind a thick clump of brush, peering through the leaves with morbid fascination. Cecelia was a revelation, her movements urgent and unrestrained he couldn't believe this was his usually reserved, almost cold, wife.

"Hey, what about me?" the average-sized one said, a whine in his voice. "Time to suck my cock, slut."

Cecelia pulled her mouth off the enormous shaft, her lips wet and parted. "Shut up," she said, her voice firm. "Remember the only reason you're getting anything is because your friend has a really big cock."

The well-endowed man laughed, a short, cocky sound. "Shut up and suck my dick." He thrust his hips, the motion impatient.

The young man reached down, roughly pulling up her bikini top. Cecelia's huge tits spilled out, her dark brown nipples and large areola erect. "Look at the size of those," he said, a lewd grin twisting his face. "Fucking huge for an Asian. Matches my cock. What a high-quality slut."

The other young man seemed to find his voice. "Oh shit I love those big Asian tits," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. "And those dark-ass nipples? Damn, I want them in my mouth. Put them on my cock." He moved beside her, pressing his average-length erection against her chest. "How does a little slut like you get tits this nice?" His voice was sharp, biting.

Cecelia hesitated for a moment, a flicker of defiance in her eyes, then returned to her task, her head moving with renewed vigor on the large tool.

The average-sized man shrugged, pulled himself away from Cecelia's chest and repositioned. He moved his head between Cecelia's legs directly under her pussy, spreading her legs wider and burying his face between them. She momentarilrly came off the huge cock and gasped, the sound carrying a note of surprise and pleasure. Cecelia looked annoyed, she was about to say something and then the guy shoved 2 fingers into her pussy. She let out a moan then her hand found its way back to the massive cock in front of her, stroking it while she moaned.

"Look at that," the well-endowed one said, a grin spreading across his face. "The Asian slut won't suck your cock, but she loves you eating her pussy."

The man between her legs paused, his voice muffled against her skin. "She's dripping wet," he said, marveling at the discovery. "And this pussy is so hot, man. She's kept the slit hairless like a good slut."

Cecelia moaned, a deep, unrestrained sound that made John's pulse quicken. She didn't seem to care about their words, or maybe she liked them--John couldn't tell. He couldn't believe this was his wife, but the sight was so hot he almost unwillingly began to stroke his own erect cock as he watched these two younger have their way with her.

The man's hand moved between Cecelia's legs, three fingers now slipping inside her with ease. She bucked against him, her body pushing to meet every thrust. John stared, wide-eyed, watching as the guy worked a fourth finger inside, stretching her pussy with determined insistence. Her asshole pulsed with each push, a shameless testimony to her arousal.

The man with the giant cock tightened his grip on Cecelia's silky, black hair, guiding her back to his length with a rough insistence. "Suck it deep, Asian slut," he commanded, his voice a mixture of arrogance and lust. He was using her mouth with a brutal rhythm, managing to get about half his length down Cecelia's willing throat with each thrust.

Cecelia gagged around the cock in her mouth, the sound vibrating with pleasure and abandon. The man between her legs added a fifth finger, his hand almost a fist inside her.

""Oh, yes," Ceceilia said. John could see her straining to accommodate the stretch, actively arching her back to take more of him. "She's opening up for me, man," the average guy said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Look at this slut go."

The well-endowed one laughed, pulling Cecelia's mouth further down his shaft. "You were made for this, weren't you. You little fuck toy," he taunted. She bucked against him, grinding back onto his face.

He watched, mesmerized, as Cecelia's body arched and twisted. Her mouth now worked furiously on the thick shaft while the she had her pussy fingered and the young man's tongue flicking in rhythmic expertise. Every movement seemed to unlock a new level of abandon, and John was transfixed by the rawness of it. John had never seen his wife like this; their love-making was normally tender and careful.

The well-endowed one groaned, his hips bucking. "Fuck this bitch is good but I don't want to cum yet."

He pulled his cock from Cecelia's mouth spit dripping from the flared, engorged head. "You fuck her for a minute."

"Hey," Cecelia said, her voice ragged with desire. "I said I'd only fuck you."

The well-endowed one smirked, an arrogant tilt to his lips. "You want this dick? You need to fuck him first." He nodded toward his friend. "Anyway, he'll get you ready for me."

Cecelia hesitated, her eyes glazed with lust, then she fell back against the sand without another word.

"Yes," said the average-sized guy, a mix of triumph and urgency in his tone. He shifted into position, spitting on his cock to slick it.

He slid his cock inside her in one smooth motion, barely a gasp escaping Cecelia's lips as he filled her. He started to pump, his cock moving in and out of her with a steady rhythm balls slapping against her asshole. She breathed heavily, her head tipping back and her eyes fluttering shut.

The well-endowed one watched, stroking his 10 inch length with long, lazy movements. "She's taking it so easy," he said. The cock inside Cecelia looked about the same size as John and he knew she never had any trouble taking his full length either.

The young man fucking Cecelia grunted, his pace quickening. "She knows how to take cock. Her pussy feels good but it's not tight."

Cecelia writhed beneath him, her hips lifting to meet each thrust but still not making much noise. Her large tits were bouncing in reaction to the force of the pounding she was receiving, her dark nipples hard and erect.

"Fuck this asian pussy is going to make me cum."

"Pull out man, I don't want your jizz in there before I fuck her."

"Yeah, yeah," muttered the average size guy, pulling out roughly, his frustration palpable.

The well hung guy moved forward his massive tool bobbing as he walked. He flipped Cecelia onto her hands and knees. Her clit was swollen, protruding slightly, and her dark labia were puffy and distended, dripping with wetness. John stared as the well-endowed man spat on the head of his impressive cock, the thick, veiny length of it slick and intimidating. Surely there was no way his petite, half-Asian wife could take that.

He pushed the head inside her, meeting resistance almost immediately.

"Oh shit," Cecelia moaned, a mix of surprise and pleasure in her voice.

"You said this bitch wasn't tight," the well-endowed one complained, though his tone was full of satisfaction.

"Everyone is tight to you," said the average-sized one, watching with a sulking expression as he stood working his much smaller cock.

The bulky cock thrust deeper, slow at first, then with more insistence. Cecelia's moans grew louder, filling the air around them. Her body pushed back against him, taking more of his cock with every stroke, her breaths coming in ragged bursts. She moved her hand down and started rubbing her clit as John had seen her do whenever she was really enjoying their lovemaking.

"Look at this slut rubbing her clit," said the average-sized one, a note of petulance in his voice. "She loves it."

The guy with the huge cock just grunted in return. He was concentrating on trying to work the whole of his massive dick into Cecelia's little pussy.

On the next push, he had about seven inches of his enormous dick inside her. "Oh, oh shit," moaned Cecelia. "Oh yes, oh it's so big," she said.

To John's surprise she pushed back on the vast cock trying to get more of its potent length inside her.

"Fuck this little Asian pussy is good," said the guy.

On the next stroke, he slid his full length into Cecelia's pussy, his heavy balls resting against her clit. Her pussy lips distended around his massive shaft as her hand furiously rubbed her clit with 9 or 10 inches of cock inside her touching depths John has never been to.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Cecelia babbled. The well-endowed guy groaned, his breath heavy with exertion.

"Damn, she's taking it all," the average-sized one said, awe creeping into his voice.

Cecelia's cries rose in crescendo, her voice carrying a raw intensity that made John's heart hammer in his chest. Cecelia's body went rigid, then convulsed, her voice breaking into wild abandon. "Oh, oh I'm going to cum," she cried, her words tumbling out in an ecstatic rush. "Oh yes, I'm cumming. Oh shit. Oh yes."

Her whole body spasmed on the huge cock, her movements frantic and uncontrolled.

"Fuck this pussy got even tighter, man. Oh fuck." The well-endowed guy's groans were deep and guttural as he tried to stave off his own orgasm.

He slowed his pace, pulling in and out of her with a deliberate, torturous rhythm. Her dark labia gripped him desperately, holding onto his girth as he worked his tool in and out of her half asian pussy.

"Oh my god, oh, ah, oh. Oh shit. Oh yes, yes, yes. Oh it feels so good, oh baby your dick is so big."

John had never heard her call anyone else baby before. He had never seen his wife cum so hard and for so long. Her orgasm had been going almost a minute now and wasn't stopping. John knew he should have been disgusted but he continued to work his own cock which was now close to cumming.

The average-sized one watched, his sulking expression turning to one of envy. "Fuck man, you're so lucky," he said.

The well-endowed guy laughed, a breathless, satisfied sound. "This bitch is insane. She's obviously experienced with big cock."

John thought back to some half-remembered snippet of conversation about how one of Cecelia's ex-boyfriends was hung like a horse. He had always passed it off as a story but watching the scene in front of him he thought it must have been true. How long had she been lusting after being filled like that again.

He held onto her hips, his movements intense and unrelenting. "Oh shit. Oh yes, yes, yes. Ohhhhh. Oh god yes." Cecelia whined. Still cumming and spasming all over the monstrous cock inside her.

"Fuck this bitch is going to make me cum," said the well-endowed guy.

He pulled his thick cock from Cecelia's pussy in one movement causing her to scream out. He then stroked his cock and rope after rope of this cum sprayed across Cecelia's back and into her beautiful, long, black hair.

"Oh god yes," Cecelia moaned as she dropped to the sand her legs still spasming with the after effects of her orgasm.

"I'm going to drop my load as well," said the average-sized guy. He moved forward, pointed his cock at Cecelia's face and then came all over her covering her exotic features with his seed.

"Fuck man that asian pussy was amazing. Now let's get out of here."

The two men grabbed there belongings and quickly made their way back down onto the beach.

John pulled his hand from his own cock, about to step from his hiding place and reveal himself when he noticed another man emerge from behind a nearby clump of trees. This one was old--John would have guessed close to 60--but well-built. His solid, body dark with tan, and he moved with a casual confidence that made John feel suddenly inadequate. The man's eyes met John's for a brief second, a knowing smirk on his lips, before he turned his attention to Cecelia. His cock stood impressively erect, not as long as the last hung guy but astoundingly even thicker. John froze, watching the scene unfold with a stunned fascination.

"Look at you," the man said, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "Little Asian slut all stretched out and dripping. You want more cock in you?"

Cecelia looked up, cum glistening on her face, her expression a mix of surprise and unabated desire. She looked like she was about to refuse the old man when she caught sight of his cock. "Oh fuck, yes," she said, her voice husky with need, still trembling from the intensity of her last orgasm.

The man moved behind her, stroking his huge cock with deliberate laziness. "I'm going to stretch this dark little pussy wide open," he said, positioning himself.

Cecelia's moan was long and desperate as he pushed inside her, his thickness filling her with a slow, relentless force. "Oh god," she cried out, a tremor of disbelief and pleasure in her voice. "Oh fuck you're thick."

The man grunted, his pace measured and brutal. "I can tell a bitch that likes big cock from a mile away."

He thrust deeper, a rough, unyielding rhythm that made Cecelia's voice rise in helpless ecstasy. "Oh god, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush. "Oh you're stretching me."

The man laughed, a low, satisfied sound that resonated with arrogance. "Not bad for an old man," he said. "Haven't had a pussy this young in a long time."

He pulled her back onto his massive cock, each stroke deliberate and punishing. "Tight little Asian slut," he grunted, his voice dripping with a crude satisfaction. "You're a filthy whore for big cock."

Cecelia's cries were ragged, a mix of pleasure and abandon. "Oh, oh yes. Oh I love it. Oh fuck, baby."

His pace quickened, his cock moving in and out of her with a relentless intensity. "You want it, don't you? You dirty little fuck toy."

"Oh god yes," Cecelia gasped, her voice high and desperate. She pushed back against him, her body greedy and shameless. "Fill me up, please. Cum inside me."

He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "You want that? You want me to fill this slutty Asian pussy?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Cecelia cried, her voice breaking with need. "Fill it, fill it. I'm going to cum again."

The man slammed into her, his body going rigid. "Fuck, here it comes."

His balls contracted in and out as he pumped his seed into her. "Fuck, you're tight," the man groaned. Cecelia moaned at the same time, her voice fevered.

"Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh fuck, yes. Feels so good. Feels so good."

"Take it," he said, his voice a mixture of exertion and triumph. "Every drop, you hot little bitch."

"Ahhh, yes," Cecelia cried, her body thrashing with the force of her second orgasm..

The man leaned over her, kissing her cum-streaked face with a possessive hunger. "What a hot young bitch," he said, pulling out slowly then wiping his hulking cock on her ass, leaving trails of cum on her skin.

Cecelia collapsed onto the sand, her body twitching with aftershocks.

John stayed frozen in his hiding place, his own breathing loud in his ears. He watched as the old man stood, a satisfied smirk on his lips, and gathered his things. He strolled away with a casual arrogance, leaving Cecelia once again sprawled on the ground, her body glistening with sweat and cum.

John looked around, making sure they were now alone and then stepped into the clearing, his emotions tangled and raw. He knelt beside his wife. "Are you finished now, Cec?"

She gazed at him through half-closed eyes, her breathing still uneven. She looked down taking her husband's fully erect cock and smiled.

"Come on, my love. Let's get you back to the car," he said.

John picked Cecelia up and carried her protectively in his arms away from the nude beach.