Carol's Shared Beach Fantasy Pt. 01

Our First Day in Italy

Carol and I were vacationing in southern Italy. It was mid-July. Our rental was located near a small, sun-drenched, beach named "Consorzio di Gestione di Torre Guaceto." Just beyond the reach of the tourist crowds. The water was crystal clear, the rocks warm, and what made it even better was that Carol was wearing the tiniest black bikini I've ever seen.

It was chamber of commerce weather, so we decided to walk to the quaint little beach. Clothing optional. We loved the freedom we both felt at clothing optional beaches. I loved seeing my sexy wife showing off her body in public.

No sooner had we arrived at the beach than Carol slipped off her beach wrap and spread out on the towel next to me. Her top barely covering her tits, her nipples clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. Her bikini thong hidden between her tight little tanned ass cheeks.

I glanced around us and noticed just a few people nearby. A young couple nearby tanning themselves nude, two young men tossing a frisbee, and an older guy hiding his eyes behind some dark shades reading, or rather, pretending to read a book.

Carol caught me looking at her ass and gave me a sexy wink.

"like what you see baby? "she said, applying sunscreen with slow, deliberate strokes.

She reached for my hand. "Be a dear and rub some lotion on my back."

"You got it." I straddled her hips, my hands rubbing lotion across the smooth skin on her back. She settled in, lying between my legs. I'm almost positive she could feel the growing bulge between my legs. Carol glanced over her shoulder.

"Looks like we have a live one," she whispered. "The guy behind us, pretending to read."

"I saw him earlier. It's all your fault, you know, seeing you in that scant bikini. Who could blame him?"

"I don't mind; it's flattering. A woman always likes to be admired." she replied, low and soft. "I know you like me showing off?"

"you got that right, and it is a public beach so it's fair game." I just smiled.

Carol shifted position slightly, her legs spread a little wider, arched her chest. There was nothing accidental about how Carol was displaying her body.

After an hour or so under the Italian sun, we both decide to head down to the water to cool off.

We wadded together into the shallows. The water was beautiful, waist-deep, and calm except for the occasional gentle lapping of the waves against the shore.

Carol swam further out ahead of me, then turned back, holding her bikini top in her hand.

"Oops," she said. "Slipped right off." She is such a tease..

She floated closer to me, tits out, her body glistening with suntan oil. I moved to shield her from the onlookers, but she would have none of that.

"Let them look baby," she says. "It's kind of naughty, isn't it? Me, half-naked in the sea with my hubby... there's no harm in having an audience."

She leaned in, brushing her lips over mine.

"And by the way honey that guy is still watching us. I don't think he has turned a page since we've been here."

Carol pulled me closer, grabbed my ass, then slowly swam back to shore, top still missing.

She stretched out on her towel, back arched a little, exposing her tight little nipples in the breeze, while I sat beside her, semi-hard cock bulging in my trunks, dazed, unable to look at anything but my wife's tits.

Then she patted the towel beside her.

"Come lie down baby. I'm not done tanning my front side."

It was then I realized the game was on. Carol intended to torture me by exposing her beautiful body for her beach audience.

I laid beside her on our towel, heart pounding, cock begging to be free of my shorts, the salty breeze doing nothing to cool me down.

Carol stretched her arms overhead, letting the sun hit every inch of her bare breasts. Her tanned skin glowing. Her lips curled into a lazy, wicked smile.

"Oh my... I can see Mr. Peabody is getting hard. I can help you with that latter honey.," she said, licking her lips.

I glanced behind us. The beach voyeur was still pretending to read, but now his body was turned slightly toward us now. Carol noticed it too.

Carol turned on her side to face me, propping her head on her hand. Her free hand casually trailed down her own stomach, then even lower, fingertips brushing the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

"You want to touch this pussy right now, don't you silly boy?" she whispered in a low sultry tone.

I nodded. Trying not to step on my tongue.

"You know I do. I want to paint your sexy love button with my tongue."

"Mm. And you know how to push my buttons so well." She leaned and kissed my neck, but continued playing with her bottoms, now sliding them to one side flashing me a brief glimpse of that beautiful, shaved pussy. "That's for later, baby."

Eventually, the sun started to dip, and the air cooled just enough to signal the end of our beach day. Carol slipped her beach cover back on, slowly, as if reluctant to cover herself and glanced over at the man who'd been watching us all afternoon.

My eyes bugged out when she gave our beachside lurker a wink.

We headed back to our rental, just a few blocks away, windows open, the sound of the sea still in my ears. Images of my beautiful wife dancing in my head. Carol was quiet as we walked, her hand trailed across my lower back, casual, confident.

As soon as the door to our rental closed behind us, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the sofa.

"I want you now," she says, straddling my lap. "Did you enjoy me teasing that guy spying on us? Knowing he was seeing me half-naked and out of reach."

I started to answer, but Carol placed a finger on my lips.

"No. Don't answer that." She removed her bikini top and bottom and threw it on the floor.

"You're going to show me how horny you are."

Her hips rolled against mine. Her fingers slid beneath the waistband of my shorts, she freed my cock, she began stroking it slow and firm.

She leaned in, close to my ear and whispered.

"Maybe tomorrow," she murmured, brushing her lips near your ear, "I'll let our sneaky sunbather get a better look. Would that push you over the edge, baby? Watching me--just out of reach--flirting, tempting him... letting him think he has a chance, while you know he never really does?"

That did it. Every word out of her mouth went straight to my chest, to my gut, to the growing need pressing hard against shorts.

"God, you're unreal," I breathed, my voice rough. "The way you move, the way you talk to me... you make me ache, Carol. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you--repeatedly."

Her laugh was low and warm, brushing against my neck like silk.

"A new adventure awaits us tomorrow," she whispered, her lips grazing my skin. "I can't wait to see how far you'll let me take us."

She shifted against me, slowly, deliberately. Her thigh slid between mine, her hips rolling just enough to take my breath away. The teasing was over. The fantasy had lit the match but this, now, was on fire.

We made fucked without hesitation, without restraint. Over and over, her body welcomed my cock, sometimes slow and tender, other times rough and consuming. She was everywhere, on top of me, around me, whispering things that made my pulse throb, and my hands grip her tighter.

Later, in the hush between heartbeats, we lay tangled in the sheets, slick with sweat and satisfaction. Her head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my stomach.

We spooned through the night, her back warm against me, my arm wrapped around her waist like a glove. Even in sleep, she was mine. And I was completely, helplessly hers.

The Next Day

The next day, we returned to the same beach cove.

The sun was hot, the air thick with the scent of salt and sunscreen. Carol wore a different bikini, this one white, semi-sheer when wet. Her nipples were already visible, even before she got it wet.

I was barely keeping it together.

We set up about the same place on the beach. We spread out our towels and laid out our stuff.

Carol looked over her shoulder as she walked into the water, glancing subtly at the nearby towel, she noticed the same man as yesterday. He was there again.

I join her waist-deep in the water. She swam around me like a shark in heat, brushing her body against mine, flashing her tits above the surface, then ducking below, letting her hands explore my ass and tease my cock underwater.

She popped up in front of me, eyes gleaming. "Let's go for a drink," she said, grinning.

"There's a little beach bar just past the rocks. You in?"

We toweled off, dressed and walked barefoot to the rustic beach bar with shaded wooden stools and cold wine. I found us a spot at the counter. The breeze fluttered the hem of Carol's beach wrap, short, barely there.

She leaned into me, murmuring, "That guy followed us."

I glanced over. The man from the beach was ordering a drink just two stools away. He caught Carol's eye. She didn't look away.

He walked over toward us, holding some drinks.

"Mind if I join you two?" he asks with a smooth accent, German, Swiss. Mid-thirties, confident, composed.

Carol smiled. "Not at all. I'm Carol. This is my husband."

"I'm glad to meet you both, my name is Matthias." He shook my hand. His gaze lingered on Carol's cleavage, barely hidden by the loose top of her wrap. She didn't adjust it. If anything, she leaned forward, showing him a full view of her cleavage.

Small talk flowed easily. Matthias was charming, respectful, with a hint of boldness. The kind of man who knows exactly when to look and exactly how much to say.

Carol was magnetic, laughed easily, brushed his arm when she talked, she let her knees casually bump his under the bar.

At one point, Matthias excused himself to the restroom. As soon as he's gone, Carol turned to me with fire in her eyes.

"Tell me what you're feeling," she said, low and serious. "Right now."

I hesitated. I'm hard. Jealous. Wildly turned on watching you flirt with Matthias.

"I'm Possessive," I admit. "But I trust you and I love you."

She bit her lips, her pupils dark and dilated. "You like watching other men desire me."

I nod.

She leaned in, her lips grazing my ear. "What if I kissed him later? Just once? Slowly. While you watched."

I barely manage to breathe. "I... dunno baby."

"I wouldn't do anything without you," she says. "You're the one I go home with. Always."

When Matthias returned, the mood subtly shifted. Carol's gaze lingers longer. Her laughter is softer. Her hand on her wine glass is slow, sensual. I'm there, soaking in every second of it, my pulse hammering, the wine doing nothing to steady you.

As the sun set, Matthias stood.

"I'll let you two enjoy the rest of your evening," he said, graciously. "It's been... fascinating."

Carol stands too. They're close. She kisses his cheek slowly. Her lips pause a bit.

"Maybe we'll see you again tomorrow," she says.

We as he walked away. Carol turned to me, radiant and breathless.

"I am so wet right now and I need you," she whispers. "Now."

We paid the check and began our walk to our rental. This time I had a tough time keeping up with Carol. She was obviously in a hurry to get back to our rental and fuck,

That night was wild. We made love at least three times. I had never seen her so horny. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that sexy mind of hers.

A Second Meeting

The next morning, Carol woke up before me. She had already showered and was standing by the window in a sheer robe, sipping espresso, her tanned skin glowing in the early light.

"I wonder if we will see Matthias again," she said without turning around.

I sit up. "No telling. It's possible. He seems like a nice guy."

"I Love his German accent, so European."

She turned to face me. Her robe opened just enough to reveal she is wearing nothing underneath. "If he's there... I would love to flirt with him some more. If you're cool with that?"

I nodded slowly. She walked over and straddled me on the bed.

"I mean it," she whispered. "I want to take this further... even touch him or let him touch me. But only with you right there. Watching. Approving. Knowing that I'm still yours."

"I can handle it," you said, voice low. "I'm curious to see how you take control. Tease him. Tease me."

A slow, satisfied smile curls on her lips. "Good."

By noon, I was back at the cove. Carol wore a one-piece swimsuit this time, barely there, high-cut at the hips, plunging in front. It looked more scandalous than a bikini. Her confidence clung to her like a second skin.

We spotted Matthias, already there, reclining on a towel, dark sunglasses in place. He noticed the moment we arrived. Carol didn't hesitate. She walked straight over to him.

"You remembered us," she said, grinning.

"Hard to forget," Matthias replied. "I was hoping you'd come."

I laid our towels nearby. Oddly enough, Carol didn't sit next to me. Instead, she knelt beside Matthias instead and began applying sunscreen along her thighs, deliberately slow. I overheard the conversation, it was light, flirtatious. I sat quietly, watching them.

Carol glanced at me briefly and mouthed the words "I Love You," a flicker of reassurance, then turned back to Matthias.

"Walk with me?"

Matthias nodded. She rose and took his hand.

They strolled the shoreline, barefoot in the surf. I stayed back, breath shallow, eyes locked on them. She leaned into him when she laughed. She touched his shoulder. At one point, she stopped and stood directly in front of him. Close. Too close.

They both returned ten minutes later, skin glowing from the sun.

Carol knelt on the towel in front of me and brushed the sand from her legs.

"He's invited us to his place for some wine," she said, her tone casual. "He rents a house just over the hill. Private."

My stomach flipped.

"Do you want to go?" she asked.

I looked at her, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling eyes, the quiet dare in her voice and nodded. "Sure. Why not."

We gathered our things. Carol didn't change or towel off. She simply pulled a loose linen wrap over her swimsuit, knotted it at her waist, and slipped on her sandals. Matthias led the way, his towel slung over his shoulder, his gait unhurried. We followed a narrow footpath that wound through a patch of scrub and sun-dappled trees, the sound of waves growing fainter behind us.

The walk wasn't long, ten minutes at most but with every step, the air between us thickened. Carol walked just ahead of me, her hand occasionally brushing Matthias's as they talked. I trailed behind, watching them, caught somewhere between curiosity and jealousy.

Matthias's house was exactly as he'd described, tucked into the hillside, quiet and cool. Olive trees shaded the front, their silver-green leaves whispering in the breeze. The walls were pale stone, the kind that held onto the coolness of morning even in the heat of the day.

Inside, the house was simple but elegant. The living room opened wide with glass doors leading out to a private patio, stone-tiled, surrounded by low walls and bursting with potted herbs and sun-bleached cushions. He brought out a bottle of chilled white wine and placed it in a bucket of ice on the table, two glasses beside it. A third glass was added when Matthias stepped into the small kitchen.

I settled onto the couch, still damp from the sea, my towel draped over the cushion. The air smelled of rosemary and citrus and something more subtle, Carol's sunscreen warmed by the sun.

She walked over to me and sat beside me on the couch.

Carol whispered softly, her eyes locking with mine, "I might kiss him."

She let the silence hang there, waiting, letting it pulse.

I didn't move. Just nodded, once. "I trust you but be careful."

Matthias sat on the other side of Carol on the couch. The wine had started to loosen conversation, but not nerves. He poured slowly, avoiding eye contact at first. Carol accepted her glass with a smile and a quiet "thank you," her fingers brushing his deliberately.

She didn't rush. She never did. She leaned back slightly, stretching her legs, her body angled just enough to include him, just enough to leave me watching.

"Do you like it here?" she asked him, her tone airy.

"It's peaceful," he said, glancing at her, then at me. "Even more so now."

She laughed softly, then looked at me, as if checking that I was still with her. I was. Too much.

When she reached out to adjust a curl of hair that had fallen across his forehead, I felt my chest tighten, just slightly. She was still smiling, her movements casual. But it was a performance, and I was in the audience.

I shifted in my chair. She noticed.

Carol turned fully toward him now, one leg tucked under her. Her hand rested on the back of the couch behind his shoulders. She didn't touch him yet. She just looked at him, lingering, deliberate.

"You were watching us yesterday, weren't you," she said quietly.

Matthias hesitated, surprised. "I... might have been."

She leaned closer. "It's okay, I liked it."

That got him.

Her fingers moved, barely grazing his shoulder. Then the side of his neck. He stayed still, unsure. She was patient.

I felt the stir of something deep in my gut, desire tangled with jealousy. My hands curled against the arms of the chair. She hadn't kissed him. Not yet. But everything in her posture said she might.

Carol glanced at me again. A question in her eyes. I didn't speak. I couldn't. But I nodded once, jaw clenched.

Then she leaned in, slow, unhurried. She kissed his cheek first. Then, turning his face gently toward hers, their lips brushed. A whisper of a kiss. He didn't move at first.

But she kissed him again, this time firmer, her hands sliding to the back of his neck, guiding him. His hands came to her hips, tentative.

The kiss deepened.

I exhaled, slow and unsteady, my chest tight, my body aching. It was surreal, watching her, wanting her, wanting to stop her and urge her on all at once.

Then she pulled away.

Carol turned to me, lips parted, cheeks flushed. "Baby," she asked softly, "are you okay with this?"

I was hard. My voice caught in my throat.

After a moment: "Yes."

She stood, walking slowly toward me, her eyes never leaving mine. She knelt between my legs and kissed me, hard, grounding me, claiming me.

"I belong to you, baby," she whispered against my lips. "Always will."

She stood again. Slipped the strap from one shoulder, then the other. Her suit slid down her body like water, pooling at her feet.

Completely nude, she turned to Matthias. Raised one finger. And beckoned.

And I sat there, breathless, as Carol took the lead, confident, powerful, beautiful, drawing us both into the fantasy she had long promised. A fantasy that now belonged to all three of us.

Matthias stood still, watching Carol approach, naked, glowing, utterly at ease in her body and in command of the room. The late afternoon sun spilled through the glass doors.

I sat frozen for a beat, heart hammering, blood thick with want. Her hips swayed with each step, nipples taut from air and excitement, her eyes locked first on Matthias--then on me. When she stopped in front of him, she tilted her head slightly and smiled.

"You may touch me, but I belong to my husband," she said softly. "You may touch me only where I allow."

Matthias nodded; voice low. "Understood."

She guided his hand to her hip, then slowly up to her breast, her gaze flicking to me as she did. I felt the heat rise in my chest, my breath catching. The intensity of her look hit me like fire, part invitation, part challenge.

Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered something I couldn't hear, then turned her head toward me.

"Come here, baby."

Carol took both our hands and led us to the wide couch. She turned to me first, kissed me deeply, slow, open, endless, and whispered, "I need your cock inside me."

I didn't hesitate.

She straddled me, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of my hips as I settled into the couch. Her hand guided me, her pussy open, welcoming me inside inch by inch, slick and ready. She let out a soft moan, her forehead pressed against mine, her hands planted on my chest.

She began to move, slow, deliberate, grounding herself in the feel of me inside her. This was no performance. This was a connection.

I gripped her hips, pulling her down as I thrust up into her. Her rhythm matched mine, breath for breath, pulse for pulse. Her moans were soft at first, intimate, real. The rest of the room faded for a moment.

Then, without stopping her movement on me, she reached for Matthias.

Carol never broke eye contact with me.

Her hand wrapped around him, guiding him closer, until he stood beside us, cock already hard from watching, hovering inches from her mouth. She kissed the tip of his cock lightly, teasing, then slowly took his cock into her mouth.

I groaned, harder from the sight of Carol sucking a stranger's cock more than anything else. Her lips around his shaft, her body pulsing up and down on my cock, her eyes still locked on mine.

She sucked his cock slowly, with practiced ease, while riding me, never missing a beat. Her hips kept moving, grinding against me, taking every inch, while her mouth gave him the same gift.

Matthias groaned, one hand in her hair, but he didn't push. She controlled the pace. Her body belonged to me in that moment, even as her lips gave pleasure to him.

She pulled back, letting him fall from her mouth with a wet sigh, and looked down at me, flushed and radiant.

"I want to cum with you inside me," she said, her voice raw and breathless.

I thrust harder, deeper, and she gasped, grinding down on me, fingers clutching my shoulders, head thrown back. Her body tensed; her breath came in sharp, trembling bursts.

Then she shattered.

Her orgasm hit like a storm, full-body, uncontrollable. She cried out, her voice echoing off the walls, as her hips bucked, and her nails dug into me. I could feel her feet shaking, her toes curling.

I followed her, spilling all my cum into her pussy with a groan, lost in her.

She collapsed against me, our chests heaving, still joined, bodies soaked with sweat and heat. Matthias sat beside us patiently, silent, still hard, unsure of his place now.

Carol turned her head lazily toward him, then kissed my neck.

"Help him cum baby," I murmured into her ear.

She smiled.

Slowly, she shifted off my lap, kissing me once more, then turning her attention back to Matthias, her body still humming, her mind still wrapped in us, but generous, open.

She took him into her mouth again, tender, and slow, her hand never leaving mine.

This wasn't just playing. It was intimacy in motion, Carol at the center of it all, giving and receiving, but never breaking the thread between us.

Matthias dressed and excused himself with a quiet, grateful nod, no awkwardness, just the silent acknowledgment of something rare and understood. Carol kissed his cheek as he bid us good evening and left us alone in the living room, a smile still on her lips. He didn't linger.

And then, it was just the two of us again in his house. We got dressed and slowly walked back to our rental. Holding hands and kissing each other along the way. Our minds taking in what we had just experienced together.

Once we reached our rental, she closed the door, locked it, and leaned her back against it. For a long moment, she didn't speak, just looked at me, her expression softer than it had been all day. All the performance had melted away. "Your amazing."

I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, heart still trying to slow. She walked toward me, it wasn't with that deliberate sway she used when teasing, but something gentler. Her body was naked again, glowing in the dawn light, her skin flushed and marked by pleasure, but her eyes were searching.

She knelt between my legs again, her hands resting on my thighs, her forehead touching mine.

"Talk to me," she whispered. "Was that too much?"

I cupped her cheeks, brushing my thumb along the edge of her jaw. "Not at all," I said quietly. "It was perfect. You were... breathtaking."

Her eyes glistened, not tears, but something close. Emotion unspoken, breaking the surface.

"I needed to know I could do that," she said. "And still feel like yours."

"You never stopped being mine," I replied. "Not for a second."

We lay down together in the sheets, facing each other, legs tangled, breath mingling. She rested her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin.

Silence fell again but it wasn't empty.

It was full. Full of trust. Full of aftermath. Full of something deeper than lust.

Her voice came small, sleepy.

"I want more nights like this. With you. Only with you."

I kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer.

"You will," I said. "Whatever we do. Wherever we go. You're mine. And I'm yours."

Her breath slowed, and in time, she drifted off, naked, loved, safe. A storm passed. A goddess grounded.

And I held her, body warm against mine, wondering how I'd ever gotten so lucky to be the man she married.