An All Too Familiar Beach

Over the past year, the sexual life of my husband, Bo, and me has grown by leaps and bounds. Our son turned 18 this year and will soon be moving away to college in just a month. He, of course, has been focusing his time on finishing up high school and enjoying everything that comes with that. Obviously, he has had less time for my husband and me, which opened up a hole in our lives. A hole we ended up filling with various phallic shaped items, like dicks.

But at first, we both struggled with this newfound norm. We had appreciated that we had been giving too much of our focus to him and not enough to each other. Realizing this, we made efforts to reconnect with each other. We started taking long walks every day together. Date nights became a weekly requirement. But where we made the most changes was the bedroom.

Up until a year ago, we had a vanilla sex life. Having gotten married and had our son at such a young age, we had never been with anyone but each other. We were still both relatively young, late thirties, and started to expand our sexual experiences. At first, we did things like role plays and some new sexual positions. Those were welcome changes, but we both hungered for more. The next steps were mutual masturbation, more toys, and sex in public areas.

But that didn't satisfy our newfound curiosity either. I experienced my first lesbian encounter while Bo watched and I watched him have his first sexual escapade with another woman. Next came threesomes, with partners of both genders. We welcomed more into our bedroom and were participating in full on orgies. Jealousy was never an issue, and our love for each other became only stronger. In all of these encounters, we always had one rule. Only strangers, never anyone we knew or even connected to people we knew. This often meant we had to travel well out of town, but this rule allowed us to keep our reputation as a simple couple to the people we knew and our son.

"Tell me a sexual fantasy of yours that you never thought would happen. Tell me and I'll do my best to make it so," I said to him one day while just the two of us were having breakfast.

"Only if you return the favor and tell me yours, Sasha," he said, smiling deviously.

"Deal, but tell me yours first." He looked reluctant to say anything, but I could tell he had something in mind. Probably had this fantasy for years, and I grew anxious to hear it.

"I would like a threesome... with your two sisters. Sorry. No. That's stupid. Let me think of something else," he said, stuttering his words.

"There's no denying they are pretty hot. I totally understand, and I'll see what I can do," I replied. A year ago I would have been appalled at the idea of trying to get my sisters to fuck my husband. But times, they are a-changin', as they say.

"Okay, but first we do yours, whatever it is. Do you have something in mind?" I did, but just as he was cautious to reveal his, I hesitated.

Taking a deep breath, I spoke slowly. "Some place far away, of course, where I would have no chance of running into anyone we knew, I would like to walk a public beach totally naked."

"You want to visit a nude beach? That's not crazy at all."

"I'm not done, there's more. I want a beach where I would be the only one naked, and my hands would be restrained. I'd have no ability to cover myself. And... I would be available to fuck anyone who so desired while on this walk. All they have to do is ask, and I am theirs. Basically I want to be a free-use pussy on a crowded beach."

After explaining all of that, I felt out of breath and hot all over. "If you don't like that, I can do something else," I added on to the end, fearing I may have gone way too far with my fantasy.

"No. I'm... okay with it. Wow. The idea of all of those people seeing you naked and... free to have sex with you. That's crazy to think about, but yeah, let's do it." From there, he encouraged me to try to find where we could legally even do such a thing.

I told myself there was no way any beach in the world would allow for such a thing. After searching online for hours, I was about to give up. But then I found it, the perfect beach. It was ten hours away by car. It was an adults-only beach that was privately owned but opened to the public. Nudity and sexual activity were fully allowed, but in recent years, people rarely took advantage of it. I excitedly presented my findings to Bo, and plans were quickly made.

Our son, Kale, would obviously not be coming with us. He would stay home and watch the house. He was more interested in spending time with his long-term girlfriend. I knew he would take advantage of the empty house with her, but they were both adults, and I trusted him to be safe. As far as he knew, his father and I were taking a simple weekend trip to do some shopping. We didn't even tell him the truth about where we were going.

The morning of the trip, we said our goodbyes and were off. My favorite part of packing was that I didn't even bother to bring a swimsuit, thus committing me to this plan. We would arrive in the middle of the afternoon and the plan was for me to do this half mile walk of slut, as I called it, right when we got there. If we waited, I might chicken out and then later regret it.

"God, how many people do you think are going to see me naked?"

"It's a beach in early August. Probably a lot."

"And how many are going to want to fuck me?"

"You're naked and hot as hell. Probably everyone."

"I'm nearly forty years old, I doubt it will be that many," I said dismissively. But I had to concede his point. As our sexual adventures have made clear to me, I was an attractive woman. My breasts were still firm, despite their large size at D-cups. I wasn't a skinny woman, but not anywhere near a hippo. The numerous men and women that we've let into our bedroom fun have called me delightfully curvy and thick. I was desirable to a lot of men.

"I'm so nervous," I said in a shaky voice.

"About letting hundreds, maybe thousands, of people see your pussy? Or that you'll be letting anyone plow you while everyone else watches?"

"Both. But I'm not backing down. We are so far away from home. They'll all be strangers. I'll have my slutty fun, then we can head back home and pretend like none of this ever happen. In public, at least. I imagine you and I will be thinking about this for a long time during certain intimate activities." My feelings continued to be on a roller coaster for the remainder of the trip, going from excitement to dread.

We finally arrived, and just as my husband predicted, the beach was crowded with adults. We found a parking lot on one end of the beach, and it was time for me to get ready. I applied lotion all over my body in the car, not quite ready to debut my nudity to the world. It was a gorgeous, hot, and sunny day. It was tempting to say screw it and go into the water instead, but that was just me looking for excuses. In my shorts and tank top, I exited our car and walked to the sand, carrying my small bag with me.

"Are you ready for this then?" Bo asked me. I was taking shallow breaths, and all I could do was nod in reply. Taking one last look around me, I pulled my tank top over my head and with nothing underneath, the sun hit my bare tits. Sunlight was bouncing off them into the eyes of everyone who happened to look this way. Electing to close my eyes for this part, I undid my pants and pushed them over my round hips and onto the sand, where my husband took them. My bare ass now faced the water and I no longer had any secrets to hide from the many beach goers.

"Can you... get them out for me," I said with a shaky voice to Bo.

"The handcuffs?" I replied with a quick nod before looking back down at my feet. "Can you turn around?" He asked.

Up till now, I've been using him as a shield, but I obeyed him and turned around. I was now directly facing hundreds of people, and more and more were noticing me. I watched as one person saw me, which would quickly result in three more as they pointed me out to their friends and people passing by them. It was a cascading effect of people seeing my fully exposed tits and pussy.

A quick snap sound and the feeling of bare metal on my wrist told me my arms were now securely tied behind my back. I tested out my movement and appreciated that my arms and legs were locked into position. I couldn't even cover my ass now.

"You sure you don't want the key?"

"No. You keep it and can unlock me afterwards. I want to feel totally exposed and not have any option to cover myself." Bo shook his head and smiled, impressed with my commitment to this. "I need you to do one more thing before you go. In my bag, I have some body paint. I need you to write something on me." I hadn't told him this part of my plan, but I knew I had to do it. Otherwise, I would likely end up just walking the beach naked and not have anything else happen.

"You're... really inviting attention with that. But if you're sure," he said. He wrote my requested messages on the front and back of me, and I was ready to go.

"I'll meet you on the other side of the beach, half a mile down. It might take me thirty minutes or three hours, depending on how lucky or unlucky I get. Worst case, I'll make it to you before dark. I love you!" We exchanged a long kiss, and I watched him drive away. I was now left all by myself. On a crowded beach. Naked and handcuffed. With a dirty invitation written on me.

I got myself to take my first step. My instincts were telling me not to approach the crowds, but I willed my body to move. I felt every nearby eye on me, with my nudity catching their attention first. But soon my painted-on message got their focus. I looked at every male I passed by, and wondered if they would be the first to take me up on my written offer. An elderly man there with his wife took a long look at me. Would

I really fuck him in front of his wife? All he had to do was ask, but never did. Next an overweight man stopped in his tracks and was enamored with my pussy. Surely he would partake in my slutty suggestion, but didn't. As nervous as I was, I was beginning to feel less confident. Maybe I overestimated the attention I actually warranted.

"Holy shit. Really? Like right here and now? No questions asked." The inquiry was coming from a thirty-something-year-old guy who reminded me a lot of my husband.

"What are you talking about?" A guy near him asked, who somehow didn't notice the only naked girl on the beach.

"Dude, you don't see what she has written on her stomach? It says free-use pussy for anyone to cum inside right here on the beach. That can't be real, right?" He said, asking me.

"It is. All you have to do is ask me and I'll fuck you right here and now." On the drive here, I had made a promise to myself that I would accept offers from anyone. And I mean anyone. If I were to allow myself to pick and choose which propositions I accepted, this whole experience would be lessened for me. Young, old, fat, ugly, it didn't matter. I wanted to feel like a total slut, if just for an afternoon. Maybe these guys would be the first to take me up on it.

"So, which of you wants to go first?" Their eyes continued to gaze upon my most intimate of areas as their mouths stayed agape.

"Fuck that's tempting. But my wife would murder me four times over."

The other man gave a similar response. "Yeah, if my wife even saw me talking with you, I'd be sleeping on the couch for a month. Man, if I weren't married though..." Before they could further tempt themselves, they headed out. I didn't get fucked but my confidence was returning. I knew soon I would have someone willing to fuck me.

"Is what you told those men true for anyone? Cause if so, I'll take you up on it," an older sounding voice behind me asked.

"It is. Just tell me what position you want to...," I said while turning around, but then froze. This wasn't just a random old man on the beach. It was my creepy elderly neighbor, Fletcher. He's lived just across the street from Bo and my house for fifteen years.

"Oh my. Is that you, Sasha?" My hands were straining against the handcuffs as I was instinctively trying to cover myself. With no other options, I lifted a knee up to try and partially hide myself, but I kept losing my balance. I was unsuccessful in keeping anything hidden, but instead made it look like I was doing a weird naked dance for the man.

"What... why... no I'm... fuck. Yes, it's me, Fletcher. What are you doing here so far away from home?" Sasha finally said after fumbling with her words for a while. She hoped to change the subject from why she was naked and offering to fuck strangers on a beach.

"I came up here to see the Snowy Plover bird, of course. This is nesting season for them, you know," he explained.

"Ah, of course. Yeah, me too," I claimed, while noticing his eyes staring at my pussy.

"I never took you for a bird watcher. Or someone seeking public sex," he said with a devilish smile.

"Heard that, did you?" I said, looking down at my feet.

"So... can I get in on that action?"

That was the question I was hoping to avoid. I obviously wasn't looking to fuck any of my neighbor's, Fletcher most of all. As far as I know, he's been single his whole life. I've never seen a woman at his house. Or anyone really. When I'm out walking and he's hanging out on his lawn chair, he always makes comments about my legs.

'Keeping those thighs tight, I see.'

'I wish I had a woman with strong legs like yours.'

'The skin on your legs always looks so slick.'

He always seems to stay just on the right side of not too creepy, but barely. Did I really want to indulge a man who has lustily been watching me for over a decade? But did I want him to ruin the whole purpose of this trip and, in turn, this whole fantasy of mine? If I backed down now, I'll never find the courage to attempt it again. Fuck, was I really going to do this?

"Shit... yes... but you can't speak about it ever again back home!" I said, taken aback by my own words of acceptance. Fletcher's smile became even more indecent, and he descended on me, unsurprisingly grabbing my bare legs.

"Smoother than I could have ever dreamed of." I was stunned for a bit, being in a position where I was willfully allowing this man access to my nude body. But finally, I remembered I wasn't here to get groped, I was here for something else.

"Can we just get to it, please?"

"Eager, I see. Very well, I won't hold you back from what you desire," he said, laying down a blanket.

"I'm not eager! I just want to finish this so I can move on with my day," I said, correcting him, but was ignored. He laid on the blanket on his back and pulled his swim trunks down, revealing his erect cock. It stuck straight up, like the mast of a ship, awaiting its sails, which was to be my vagina. Maybe that analogy didn't make sense, but we were near the ocean, so it worked in my mind.

"Hop on, Sasha. We can gossip about the neighbors while we fuck," he said, continuing to stare at my pussy.

"Or we could be silent and not look at each other," I suggested. I stood over him and, after once again telling myself I would regret backing down, I lowered myself onto him. The feeling of his tip poking my entrance made me shoot back up instinctively. But I steeled myself and got back into position. Pushing down slightly, he slipped into me and I was officially fucking the creepiest guy that lives in my neighborhood. All while several dozen people crowded around and watched. Damn, I had forgotten about the crowd.

"Holy cow, you're so tight. Is Bo not fucking you much? You almost feel like a virgin. Are you a virgin?" Fletcher said in rapid succession, ignoring my strong suggestion that we both shut the hell up.

"No, I'm not a virgin. Not that it's any of your business, but Bo is a fantastic lover who satisfies me completely," I defensively replied. After letting him rest inside me motionless, I started to use my legs to lift myself up and down on him. Fletcher, of course, was rubbing his hands extensively up and down my thighs.

"If he is so satisfying, why are you at a public beach fucking your neighbor and other strangers?" I didn't come here to defend me or my husband's sex life, yet I couldn't leave this gossipy bitch with the wrong impression. But what is the best way to explain why I agreed to get raw-dogged by him while over fifty people watch?

"She's married and fucking her neighbor? What a cheating slut," someone commented from the crowd.

"It's not cheating! My husband is... fully onboard with this. Shut up," I yelled in response.

"Shes probably cheating because her husband has a tiny dick. But the guy she's fucking looked to be maybe 4 inch in length. So, how tiny is the husband?" Another woman in the crowd wondered.

"My husband is an impressive man. Stop talking!"

"Four inches or not, she is really digging that cock. Look at her go."

"I'm not... it's just that... fuck!" I had attempted to deny how good Fletcher's dick was feeling in me, but I couldn't focus on coming up with a decent rebuttal. I had never been watched by so many people, and it was proving to be exciting for me. In addition, Fletcher was surprisingly good at this. His tip kept hitting a place deep inside me that was driving me crazy. Soon, I was driving my hips down harder and faster, chasing this orgasmic feeling building inside me.

My tits bounced generously in the open sun and I became completely unaware of my surroundings and the people watching me anymore. The fact that my neighbor Fletcher was the one fucking me was also forgotten. The only thing that mattered was the bare dick rubbing inside me and the awesome feelings I was getting.

"Don't stop, I'm so close. Make me cum like the whore I am and fill me with your cum. Oh fuck," I moaned out before I pushed myself down and drove the dick as deep into me as it could reach. My back arched as the electric feeling of pleasure shot up it and spread through my body.

I looked around me with my mouth agape, and slowly the reality of the situation came back to me. I had just cum on my neighbor's dick in front of a substantial audience. Speaking of cumming, the warm sensation inside me told me he had achieved his own objective as well. His hands had moved from my thighs and were now gently massaging my tits. From now till forever, this man I generally tried to avoid would know every intimate detail about me and would know I lost myself fucking him.

"So if Bo is onboard with this, can I expect you to make regular visits now? My door is open to you anytime, Sasha," he said, pinching my nipples. Why was I still sitting here with his dick in me and letting him continue to grope my chest? I was here to fuck freely, not cuddle afterwards. Realizing this, I stood up and his deflating cock slid out of me. With my restrained arms, I nearly fell back onto him, but managed to keep my balance.

"Not going to happen. And you would do well to keep this to yourself. This is the only and last time you will ever see me like this," I said to the man whose sperm was currently occupying my pussy.

"Are you sure? A good number of the other men in the neighborhood and I talk about you all of the time. Your curves, sweet smile, and how good of a fuck you must be. I'm going to be a legend once they hear about how I rocked your world with my cock."

I nearly started arguing with him more about keeping our beach interaction to himself, but I knew it would be pointless. I was also worried I would soon get overwhelmed with requests to fuck by the crowd, thus giving Fletcher even more of a show than he already got. Taking advantage of their shock at what they had just witnessed, I slipped away before anyone else

could make an ask of me that I would be obligated to agree to.

Walking away, my head was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger that I let myself get into his situation. Doubt that maybe I shouldn't have fucked my neighbor. And embarrassing pleasure as I was still feeling the after effects of my very public orgasm. But I steeled myself, remembering why I was here and that there was still a lot of fun to be had. After fucking a couple of strangers I will have forgotten all about how I came on my creepy neighbors cock and let him cream pie me. Fuck.

"Have him call the firm tomorrow. We'll get it sorted out," I heard a man ten feet in front of me say. He was talking on his cell phone and facing away from him. Something about his voice gave me a chill, but I didn't know why. I started to give him a wider berth as I didn't want to get too close to him. But I still kept staring at him, especially his hair. No. It's not him. Why would Mr. Mayo be here, right now?

"Sasha is out but should be back in the office Monday. She'll get you figured out." Oh fuck. He just mentioned my name. It is him. I'm handcuffed, fully naked, and leaking cum ten feet away from my boss. All while a message inviting him to fuck me is painted on my stomach.

I walked by him and turned my head away. "Holy shit. Naked and handcuffs? Sign me up," I heard him holler from behind me. I really hoped there was a second bound and naked girl on the beach, but I knew that couldn't be true. Still, all he was doing was cat-calling me and hadn't seen the words written on my front. I continued walking, but the sound of him running up behind me confirmed I wasn't getting out of this that easily.

"Where you going hot stuff? I just want to talk. Are you fully naked on the front side too? Don't be shy, let's see it," he said.

I worked as a paralegal at a firm that he and several other lawyers owned. It was a major boys club with them always bragging to each other about their sexual conquests and even sharing girls with each other that they found easy to get with. The only saving grace for me was that they never made a move on me. Not that they ever had a chance or that they didn't want to, as their frequent stares at my chest proved. It was because they knew I was married and my husband has the look of a man you wouldn't want to scorn. I think they also wanted to avoid any lawsuits related to sexual harassment at work. However, Mr. Mayo finding me in such a state as I'm in now would quickly change that dynamic.

If I were to be propositioned by him right now, and of course I would have to accept based on my rule today, that would open me up to near constant sexual attention at work. Mr. Mayo would share every detail of my naked body and our encounter with the other men, as he has done with all his previous hookups. Without a doubt I would be pressed to give all of them the same treatment and become the firms whore that they could fuck at work whenever they wanted. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but probably not by much.

He attempted to run to my front, and I turned away, keeping my face hidden and still not daring to talk. "Listen, I'm sorry to bother you. It's just that you look so much like a girl I work with who is way too prude ever to let me get with her. Not even a BJ or handy. Can you imagine? She's worked for me for over ten years and I haven't had my dick between her tits once." What the hell was he talking about? What, am I obligated to give him sexual acts based on how long I've been working there? Five years is a blow job, ten years full-on sex? What happens after thirty years? Am I supposed to let him impregnate me? My god.

He continued to rant to me, all the while I could feel his eyes on my ass. "I came down here today to see the snowy plover nesting on the beach. This is the prime time for that, you know? But seeing all of these pretty girls like you. Especially you. Well, I realize maybe subconsciously I came here to this beach today to find my confidence again. My business partners have been slaying it lately with the ladies, and I haven't even gotten a date since last year. I thought if I came here, that maybe I'd get my mojo back, but it hasn't happened. I'm not sure what your motivation here today for exposing yourself is, but if you are up for some sexual fun, it would mean a lot to me. You don't even have to show me your face if you don't want to."

God damn it, I thought to myself. I'm not sure if I was buying his little sob story, but at least he wasn't propositioning me like a total creep. But he had asked to have sex with me, and refusing him would break my rule today. He hadn't even seen my painted-on message. I guess seeing a woman's naked ass in public, you make some assumptions and today those were proving true. I knew I would regret agreeing to this. Monday in the office was going to be weird knowing that just two days ago I let my boss spray his cum inside me, but only I would know.

I answered his request by lying down on a towel he had laid out nearby, making sure not to ever face him. I got on my knees and planted my face into the towel, sticking my ass and exposed pussy into the air. It wasn't the most comfortable position but it was my only option if I was going to fuck my boss while handcuffed without revealing my face to him. Fuck that was a weird sentence to say in my head.

Staring at my 'ready to receive you cock' position, Mr. Mayo proclaimed, "God I need this."

I didn't dare look back, so I awaited the surprise feeling of his bare dick inserting itself into me. What I first felt, wasn't a fleshy rod, but rather a pair of hands grabbing and squeezing my ass. He spent a few moments groping and manipulating my cheeks, seeing parts of me I never needed him to see ever. Finally, though, the moment arrived and in a single motion the man who sends me monthly checks drove himself deep into my pussy.

"Oh fuck your tight. I don't know if you are married or have a boyfriend, but he needs to fuck you a lot more. A woman as fine as you shouldn't be this tight," he moaned. Why the fuck does everyone need to speculate on how often Bo has sex with me? Holding off on responding, I began to feel him rub inside me as his thrusting began. He continued to be obsessed with my ass and only took his hands off of it to give it a healthy spank, triggering me to yelp.

While I didn't get the chance to see it, I could tell Mr. Mayo was not a small man when it came to his manhood. But despite my ass spasming every time I felt him slide his tip along my vagina walls, I wasn't going to cum. True, maybe my pussy seemed to have opened a water park given my reaction to his cock stretching me out perfectly, cumming wasn't in my future. I'll admit I was moaning like a bitch in heat as my mind fantasized about my job duties at work including sexually pleasing Mr. Mayo everyday, but I wasn't going to reach a climax. It was then that his hips slammed into my ass hard and I couldn't breathe for a bit as a lightning bolt of ecstasy jolted through me. Fuck. I was going to cum hard on my bosses dick.

Fighting it was pointless at this stage, I knew. My muscles were tightening up, and I kept catching myself really wishing I could play with my nipples. The slaps on my cheeks went from feeling degrading to now making me gasp in pleasure every time he did it. Mimicking the waves crashing in twenty feet away from us, I was being hit relentlessly by wave after wave of pleasure, with each becoming larger than the last. Finally, the tidal wave hit, and I drowned in sexual glee. All common sense I had was lost and, I yelled out as I rode this massive wave.

"Drain your balls into me, Mr. Mayo! I'm your work slut now and forever! This whore that you've been paying is finally putting out for you!" I yelled out.

I don't know how much time passed, but I found myself lying on the towel, drooling out of my mouth. The warm feeling dripping down my leg told me my boss had reached completion. All I needed to do was walk away and forget that any of this had ever happened.

"Sasha?" He asked, standing over me. Oh right. Fuck. All that stuff I yelled out as I came on his hard cock.

"No?" I responded in my fuzzy, post orgasm state. Somehow, though, my counterargument didn't sway him.

"Oh my god, it is you. What are you doing here? Did you know it was me this whole time? Are you cheating on Bo?" I sat up, not appreciating being bombarded with so many questions when I could barely remember why I was naked on a beach in the first place. But the reality of the situation returned with a vengeance.

"It's nothing like that, Mr. Mayo. I'm just here as a one-time thing to have some fun. Bo is fully onboard, but I wasn't expecting to run into anyone I knew to be here. I'm not a sexual deviant, please believe me," I pleaded to him. I had stood up and realized I was giving him a full view of my frontal nudity. Although considering I just let him nut inside me, that was a minor thing at this point.

He studied my words for a bit, or rather the view of my tits and pussy. He finally nodded, and I thought he understood what I was trying to tell him. "I understand, Sasha. You've been lusting after me and the other lawyers for years. You followed me here and came up with this ridiculous story, all so you could finally get the dick you've been longing for," he said boastfully.

"That's the opposite of what I'm trying to tell you! I didn't come here to fuck you or anyone I know!" The ever-present crowd began their unhelpful remarks.

"That's her boss. She agreed to fuck him here in the open for a small raise."

"She's probably trying to get pregnant with his baby. I did the same thing with my last three bosses."

"You men are disgusting. Women can advance in their careers without having sex with their boss. Sometimes we fuck them because we want to squirt on a rich cock."

I elected to ignore them.

Mr. Mayo's smile told me he still didn't

believe me. "It's okay, Sasha. Lot's of women are too embarrassed to admit they are cock crazy for me. I'll do you a big favor. I'll go around telling all the men in the office that are you down to fuck so you won't have to. You and I can use our weekly one-on-one to keep exploring this deep sexual connection we have. Until then, I'm going to keep scouring the beach for whores like you that want some good dick. See you Monday, Sasha!"

I debated whether I should run after him and continue to explain myself. But being naked outside while handcuffed, trying to explain that you aren't looking to fuck more in the future seemed counterproductive. Especially given how his cum was currently already sitting inside me. This would be a problem for Monday Sasha. By that point, Mr. Mayo would have already described our encounter with the rest of the office in extensive detail. My days in the office would now be filled with people trying to fuck me, judging me as a slut, or probably a combination of both.

A couple came by and yelled at me for dripping cum all over their towel that I had mistakenly thought was Mr Mayo's, so I quickly walked away. I really needed to fuck someone that I wasn't going to spend all of next week having to answer to. Walking by some hot college-age men, I tried to get a bit more aggressive.

"Hey, boys. Looking for a ride," I said, swaying my bare tits back and forth for them.

"You look very pretty, ma'am, but somehow I think naked older women handcuffed on the beach might be a bit too crazy for me. I just know you'll end up baby-trapping me and convincing me to walk around naked on a leash while you whip me. No, thank you," he said in response as his friends nodded in agreement.

"Yeah? Well, you're hot girlfriends are probably back at the dorm, finger-banging each other right now," I yelled back, not sure if that came across as the insult I thought it would.

It didn't matter, because I saw my next 'friend.' He was a handsome, toned silver fox with perfect hair. "Hey, big guy. Fancy a fuck? No strings attached. Just unload your cum in me and be on your way," I said to him in my sexiest voice.

"Excuse me? Are you trying to have sex with my boyfriend you slut," a beautiful woman came up from behind him starring daggers at me.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know he was here with anyone," I said, backing away.

"What happened to family values in this country? Now women are just walking around naked in public, trying to seduce married men away from their loved ones?" The woman snapped at me.

"No, again, I didn't know..."

Another gorgeous woman walked up and stood next to the other side of the silver fox. "Our husband is a dedicated lover who would never think about anyone other than us."

"Our?" I asked, confused.

"But you wouldn't understand what it feels like to dedicate your love to a single person, would you? All you want to do is have as many one-night stands as possible? Hussy," a man said as he pressed himself into the chest of the silver fox.

"Wait, are you all three his..."

"Let's go back, honey. You're clearly upset by all of this. How about Amanda pegs you while you blow me, and I eat out Ashley. Would that make you feel better?" The four of them ran off, leaving me dumbfounded, somehow shamed, and still without a new lover.

From there, several more groups of young men declined to partake in what I was freely offering. Why was I having such a hard time getting some D? I even resorted to asking some older men, but they were happily married and kept talking about not putting it in crazy. After getting rejected by a man old enough to be my great-grandfather, I stomped my feet into the sand in frustration.

"Why won't anyone fuck me! I'll accept anyone! All they have to do is ask, and I'll rock their world!"

"Sasha?" A voice to the side of me asked.

Turning my head to see what new humiliation I would soon endure, I saw the smiling face of my brother-in-law, my husband's brother, Craig. "I... what... what are you doing here, Craig? You're a long way from home," I asked nervously. He was the last person I expected to ever see here, not that I expected to see anyone I knew. But doubly so for him, considering he lived on the other side of the country.

"Yeah, it was a long trip for me, but this is the best beach in the world to see the Snowy Plover. It's nesting time for them right now, did you know?"

"I've heard...," I replied. Craig was acting so casual, considering he just came across his sister-in-law naked on a public beach.

"Man, you couldn't ask for better weather, right? It's pouring back home, so I couldn't have picked a better time to visit here," he said, continuing to make small talk.

"Yeah," I replied, still frozen in place.

"What are your and Bo's plans for Christmas this year? I thought about maybe hosting something at my place. I know it would be a long trip for you both, but it's been a while since you've seen my house."

"Maybe," I said as a breeze blowing over my labia made clear to me that I was talking with my brother-in-law in the buff.

"I just remodeled my kitchen, too. All new granite countertops. I found a really nice granite color, too. I think you'll be impressed. Anyway, should we go ahead and fuck?"

And there it was. My husband's brother asking to do the most intimate of acts with me. Craig was a nice guy and handsome like my husband. However, I had never looked at him in a sexual light, and he had never indicated he saw me as anything but his sister-in-law. That was obviously changing, though.

"But Craig, you're my...," I started to say, hoping I could talk him out of it.

"Your brother-in-law? So what? I heard you practically begging people to have sex with you a minute ago, and the message on your stomach makes it real clear what you are here for. Is there a disclaimer written on your ass that says your offer doesn't extend to me?"

"No, but my husband..."

"Probably drove you here and is fully on board with what you are doing. I know Bo, maybe even better than you. You don't have to justify yourself to me. Now, that's my beach towel laid out there. If you want to lie down on it and spread your legs, I'll give you what you seem so desperate to get."

I couldn't get any more words out of my mouth. The shock of my brother-in-law seeing my sweaty, naked body was one thing, but for him to so unquestionably understand what I was doing here was crazy. I had never done or said anything around Craig to indicate I was the type of woman to engage in such an act as I was doing right now. Heck, it had only been a few months since Bo and I really ratcheted up our sex life to start doing these crazy acts, and I hadn't even seen him in that time. Did he have me pegged as a sexually open woman before I even knew it?

But that didn't matter. What did was the question of whether I was actually willing to take this adventure so far that I would allow my husband's brother to go balls deep in me? Bo was proving to be very open and even enthusiastic about my getting with other men. But it has always been with strangers. Me having sex with his own brother was a big question.

However, I remembered why I was here. I had already let our neighbor and my own boss have their way with me, all so I could have this truly slutty experience of letting anyone fuck me that wanted to, no questions asked. If I denied Craig right now, the trip would be ruined and my fantasy would forever go unfulfilled. Worst, I would have let both my neighbor and boss unload their cum into me for no reason with nothing to show for it. Nothing but screwing up my work life and reputation around the neighborhood.

Not even remotely sure if it was the right call or not, I followed his suggestion and laid down on the towel and spread my legs. I was giving him a sight a year ago, I would have never given any man outside of my husband. But now I was offering my husband's brother a lot more than a sight.

"Sasha, your husband is the luckiest man in the world and a great man for letting you share yourself like this," he said, standing over me. In a quick motion, he pulled his swim trunk down, and I was left with a sight I thought I'd never see. The erect cock of Craig.

He climbed on top of me, and I immediately took notice of his tip rubbing on my inner thigh. The bare and naked dick of my brother-in-law was touching me right now, so close to my own intimate area. Craig started kissing my neck lightly, and the erotic and naughtiness of the whole situation was hitting me like a sack of penis shaped bricks. I moaned out loudly, and my hands gripped his sides tightly. We had just barely begun foreplay and already I was acting like bitch in heat.

"Don't be embarrassed. I'm just as turned on by this, too," he whispered in my ear.

He moved his lips to mine, and we started kissing passionately. It was like a circuit opened up and electricity was flowing through each other via our lips. He kissed so lightly, yet at the same time with the enthusiasm of a horny teenager. I felt like I was sharing my first kiss with my long-term crush, whom I had been lusting over for a long time. But as good as the kissing was, I needed more.

"Fuck me like the whore I am Craig. Pump me hard and don't stop until you unleash every drop of cum you have into me. I want all of these people watching us to see just how much of a slut I can be." I knew I came here to act like a complete harlot, but the words that came out of my mouth surprised even me.

Craig smiled, reached down and took hold of his manhood, and then pushed himself deep into me. I wailed out so loud that I probably started attracting sea life from the ocean. He wasn't particularly long or girthy, but the sheer fact that my brother-in-law was raw dogging me was enough to get me off. He proved himself a good listener and wasted no time slamming me

over and over with his full length. He pulled his cock out to where just the tip was in me, risking him flopping out, but just before that happen, he would then deliver the full depth of his manhood back into me. I was getting stretched out over and over by my brother-in-law. Combined with the friction of his bare skin rubbing inside my drenched pussy and my body was becoming flooded with pure sexual delight. My arms flailed around, desperate to grab onto something that could offer me even a momentary relief from the overwhelming pleasure, but I found none.

My eyes wondered around aimlessly and often made eye contact with the many men watching me get absolutely wrecked by my brother-in-law's cock. Craig, meanwhile, was staring at my chest bouncing wildly due to his own rapid thrust of his dick into my moist pussy.

"God, you're driving me insane, Craig. I need to cum. Please make me cum. I don't care what you do with me afterwards, but for the love of all, use your cock to make me squirt," I pleaded. He took a moment to look away from my sweaty boobs and looked at me in the eyes with a smile. He then thrust into me deeper than I thought possible and hit a spot inside me that sent my world white. I couldn't breathe, speak, or even move as every muscle in my body tensed up. The spot his tip touched knocked off an explosion of ecstasy inside me that sent me into a state of pure bliss. Nothing else in the world mattered but the fat cock inside me and the feelings it provided.

I must have been doing something right as well as at that same moment my brother-in-law unloaded the largest load of cum I had ever had the pleasure of receiving. As my awareness was coming back, I realized he was still cumming inside me and the impressive volume was already running down my inner thighs. He pulled out, and a small gush of his seed came out. He stood up and admired his work. His sister-in-law was panting and caressing her body while her pussy was absolutely drenched in his cum. It was a good day at the beach.

"When you and Bo visit me at Christmas I'll let you ride my Sybian while I face fuck you. This, of course, will be after we've fucked probably a dozen times or so. No way can I get myself to cum anywhere but that glorious pussy for the first few days you are visiting. I've got some friends that you will really like too. You should probably plan on staying a full two weeks. In the meantime, send me some nudes so I can get my friends and co-workers extra excited for your visit. Well, I've got to go do some more bird watching. Tell Bo I said hi!"

Craig pulled his trunks back on and walked off so casually. Like all we had done was talk and not made me cum harder than I had all year. Wait, what was all that he was saying about Christmas? I'm suppose to send him nudes now? How many friends does he have? Two full weeks of that? Fuck this is the most screwed up of days.

The crowd of people continued to stand around, taking in the sight of my fully exposed and over-sexed body. The aftereffects of my third orgasm of the day were waning, but the shame of what I had done was as strong as ever. Once again I felt like I needed some strange to help me get over the brother-in-lwa fucking I had just engaged in.

"Anyone fancy a turn?" I asked the crowd.

"I think you've had enough," one man replied who was staring at the cum covered mess that was my crotch.

"Come on, what are you, a bunch of prudes? How often does a hot chick offer you free use of her pussy?"

"Typically, when they are crazy or trying to baby trap you. I've fallen for that too many times already," another man replied. The other men around nodded in agreement and walked off.

"I'm not trying to get knocked up! If I wanted to do that, I would just have my husband do it. Also I'm not crazy, just horny," I yelled to them, but none stayed. Maybe walking around handcuffed and naked around the beach wasn't the best way to get laid.

Getting up off your back with your hands stuck behind your back wasn't easy, especially when on sand. It took me two minutes of trying with my ass ending up in the air often, but finally I got up. I was just over halfway down the beach and hoped to get some more fucks in. Especially ones that won't make my husband's next family reunion even more awkward. Or walks around the neighborhood more awkward. Or work more awkward. Damn things are going to be weird for a while back home.

With my lower half covered in a healthy amount of cum, I knew I needed to double my efforts if I was going to convince any of these beach prudes to partake in my sexual delight. I started propositioning any and all males passing by aggressively. Any age, any level of fitness, any level of already being there with another woman. I was going to get some more dick.

"I'll make you cum so hard you'll end up buried in the sand."

"You can have your wife record the whole thing. You guys can bang to the video later!"

"You can tell me all about life in the fifties, but you have to be pounding my mound with your fat cock while you do so."

"I obviously don't have my wallet on me, but if you tell me your address, I'll mail you a check afterwards. Please just have sex with me. Even a little."

Still, no one would take up the offer to have sex with a desperate, sweaty woman who was leaking the cum of strange men. Despite engaging in intercourse with three men earlier, I had come here with the expectation of getting railed by a beach full of men. I was so frustratingly horny and yelled out in anguish.

"Someone cum inside me already!"

"Sasha?"

It was yet another familiar-sounding voice coming from behind me. How the hell was this happening a fourth time? Would this be my pastor, kindergarten teacher, best friend's husband, or that guy who made fun of my hair in middle school? Turning around, I was surprised to see it was nowhere near as embarrassing as the potential scenarios I had thought of. It was far worse.

"Why... why are you naked? Oh my god, what is that written on your stomach? How many men have you been with already today? You're covered in semen! What kind of woman are you? I came here on this day trip to see the majestic Snowy Plover. Instead, I find a harlot giving away her body for free," he yelled out judgmentally.

This was Francis, the father of eighteen-year-old Julia, my son's girlfriend. I've met him numerous times as we've had them over for dinners, barbecues, and similar events. Francis and his wife have, likewise, had us over for events at their house as well. They are a wealthy, conservative family, but we've gotten along with them well. Primarily because we all expect Julia and our son Kale to eventually be married, given how things are going with them. What wasn't expected was that Julia's father would be privy to the sight of my naked body.

"Francis. I didn't expect to run into anyone I knew here. I know this looks bad but...," I scrambled to explain.

"Looks bad? It looks like you are allowing any and everyone with a penis on this beach to soil your marriage? Is this how you expect my daughter to act when she and your son get married? My god, have you already indoctrinated her into your slutty lifestyle? How many times have you and your husband desecrated her body with your filthy sex parties?"

"What? We would never! This has nothing to do with your daughter or my son, I promise. My husband and I... enjoy trying new things. No one, outside of my husband and you now, knows about this." Not counting my entire work office, the neighborhood I live in, and Bo's side of the family. But I didn't mention that.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I wouldn't be surprised if your son is passing my daughter around between his friends right now, letting them have their way with any orifice of their choosing. She's probably already pregnant with some homeless man's child after Kale offered her to a group of them!" Dear lord Francis. Where did you come up with that scenario?

"Francis. Listen to me. I'm a nearly forty-year-old adult woman. You need to trust me when I say I would never allow your daughter to become used like that by my son or anyone. It took Kale nearly half a year to even kiss her when they started dating their freshman year, remember? I grounded him for two weeks last year when he missed his curfew by ten minutes. He volunteers at the women's shelter. Does any of that make you think he's... passing her around like a cheap cigar?"

Francis silently studied me for a minute before responding. "No, it doesn't. I suppose you are right, and I shouldn't judge Kale based on the shameful conduct of his parents. Don't think, though, that I approve of your behavior. I've read news articles about the sluttiest whores and I don't think even they would degrade themselves to this level. I shan't think we will be having you and your husband over anymore, Sasha." With that, he stuck his nose in the air at me.

"That's fine. I deserve that, I know. Just as long as you don't think any less of Kale. I'll leave you alone now, Francis. Sorry for disturbing your bird watching." I turned around and slouched away, feeling terrible about myself.

"Where do you think you're going? I haven't gotten a chance to unload my balls into you." He can't be serious.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked, turning around to face him again. I immediately noticed he was not longer looking me in the eyes as before, but now his gaze was planted squarely on my tits.

"I was just reminding you that we haven't fucked yet. Get on all fours, I'm going to take you from behind." He can't be serious.

"You just spent five minutes shaming me for having sex with men on the beach, and now you want to have sex with me on the beach?"

"Well, of course I do. You can't expect a man to see such glorious naked tits like yours and not want to squirt a load inside her. I masturbate to the thought of you several times a week. I'm not going to let this opportunity pass me by," he said as he removed his shirt.

"So you take back all of that slut shaming from before?"

He laughed upon hearing that. "Of course not. Us having sex will only further decrease my opinion of you," he said as his shorts hit the sand, leaving him butt naked with a ready to go erection.

"You can't be serious," I exclaimed.

He looked confused, but then a realization came to him. "I see where the confusion is coming from now. You think I'm being hypocritical by fucking you right now. But I'm not. The key distinction between you and me is that I'm a man, while you're a woman. I have needs while you are just a cum hungry whore. Now get on the ground. I need to get my dick wet."

I stared in disbelief, but I didn't have the strength to argue. Instead, I did as I was asked and stuck out my ass, giving him access to my womanhood from behind. "Just so you know, I'm only doing this to get back at your wife for when she said my jello salad was sub-par. We'll see who has the last laugh now once her husband's jizz is filling my womb!" I yelled out proudly. "Actually, can you please not mention this to your wife?" I added after regretting my boast.

I felt his hands take hold of my ass and he began teasing his tip against my labia. I braced myself for him to penetrate me, but he continued to rub up and down my entrance, teasingly.

After nearly half a minute of this, I protested. "Are you going to stick it in or what?"

He answered me while giving my butt a firm squeeze. "Tell me how much you want me to."

"What? Just do it already," I shot back, but he resisted and continued to carcasses just the outside of my pussy. I gave out a huff and decided to wait him out. I won't give him the satisfaction of begging him to fuck me. Another half minute later, though, and I started to get frustrated. His teasing was starting to feel really good, and I wanted more. I shot my ass back, hoping to push him in me, but he

anticipated it and pulled back.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," I whined.

"I want to hear you ask for it," he again demanded.

"I'm not going to beg, okay? Our kids are going to be husband and wife one day. It's bad enough that we will have fucked, but do we really need to add begging for cock to that?" But he held firm.

My pussy was practically begging to get fucked. I had never longed for something so much that was a mere inch away from me. I'm sure at this point, Francis had noticed just how drenched I was. Worst, based on how worked up I was getting, I worried how easily I was going to orgasm once he did finally enter me. I had already made a complete slut of myself on my neighbor's, boss's, and brother-in-law's dicks. I really didn't need to add another to that list. I could just imagine my son's wedding day. Every time I would catch Francis's eye, he would wink knowing how easily he made me climax on his cock.

I was fighting a losing battle, and holding out was only going to make things worse. "Fine. Fine! Francis, I desperately need you to fuck me hard just like the overly-aroused slut I am. Please, take me now!" I felt his tip move away from me, and I worried all of this was some sick play by him to further shame me, but then it happened. He entered me and I never felt such a satisfying feeling. It was like I had just come out of the desert and drank a cold glass of water. Except it was a glass full of cocks. Slamming into my deepest regions was exactly what I needed.

He went slow but deep with his thrust, grabbing hold tightly to my ass cheeks to give him the needed leverage to really get him in there. Each push made me squeal out, leaving my mouth continuously agape and my tongue hanging out of my mouth. I'm sure I looked like a complete cock-slut but I couldn't give a shit about appearances. My own parents could walk by at this point, and I wouldn't pay them a second of attention.

I pressed back my ass to match his own thrust. Every time I would feel his hips squeeze into my booty, his tip would scratch an itch in me I didn't know I had, but I needed him to keep hitting it. Each movement inside me felt like it was so astonishingly close to reaching it, but fell short. However, each time it got closer. Soon I was in a constant state of moaning and making a complete slut of myself.

"Deeper Francis! Fuck me like how you've always wanted to fuck your wife but she was never enough of a slut to accept it! Make me your permanent cum dumpster! Use me and toss me aside, but just don't stop treating me like a sex toy! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming on my son's soon to be father-in-law's fat cock!" His dick finally fully scratched that ever evading itch and my mind exploded with pure euphoria. Images of me being a sex slave to Francis and his wife filled my head. Just as he had worried about what we might be doing with his daughter, he instead used me for it, and I loved him for it.

Just as I was starting to come to and realize just how shameful my fantasies were, Francis grabbed my hair and grunted. He poured his 'love' into me, adding his sperm to the pool of men that had learned what it felt like to cum inside me today. With one hearty slap on my ass, he pulled out and I collapsed downwards, ending ass up on the blanket. It was embarrassing being on display like this, especially as I knew cum was starting to drip out of me again, but I was too tired to move at that minute.

"That was impressive, Sasha. Completely disgraceful on your part, but a good show nonetheless. I'll honor your request and keep my wife uninformed of this incident. However, I must insist you meet the boys down at my cigar club. You are just the kind of lady they enjoy having around. I'll send a car around next weekend to pick you up. Dress shameful, like you always do. Anyway, I'm off! Tell Bo I said hello."

All I could do in response was mutter some nonsense. Another encounter on the beach, and yet another person expecting me to perform god knows what acts to their friends. At least his wife wouldn't know about this.

Eventually I got up and had yet another couple yell at me for drenching their towel in cum. I apologized and quickly marched off, albeit with shaky legs. I was nearing the end of the beach and wasn't sure if I was more disappointed or relieved by that. I hadn't nearly the amount of sex I was hoping to when I started off, but the intercourse I have engaged in has been significantly more intense than I planned. Also, a lot more familiar, face-wise. Rather than briskly walking to the end and calling it a day, I forced myself to at least find one stranger to fuck me.

"I've watched you get absolutely wrecked by like three guys already. Haven't you had enough?"

"What would I even be to you? Sloppy fifths?"

"Are you addicted to cum or something? Maybe you really are trying to baby trap someone."

The men on the beach continued to deny me, even more so now that the entire beach was aware of my previous activities. Also, why were so many convinced I was trying to trick them into impregnating me and forcing them to support me? How would that even work? I had no clue who they were, which was the whole point!

I saw a group of four young men that I was sure I hadn't seen yet. I planned to give them an aggressive sell as I was running out of options. "Hey, boys. You guys have a MILF kink? Cause this one right here is willing to let you all have her way with her any way you want. Any orifice of mine is open for you to use. I welcome cream pies, too. What do you say?" The boys turned around, and I was met with four faces I instantly knew. These were my son's best friends.

They stood in silent amazement as their eyes opened up wide and took in the sight of my naked body. These guys have come over to our house hundreds of times over the years. My son and they played the same sports, watched the same media, crushed on the same girls, and were now all going to the same college in the fall. I knew they had their crushes on me throughout the years. I would hear comments or catch them checking me out. It was all innocent curiosity on their part, but now all four were adult men at eighteen years old. And I was showing them my tits and pussy while having just invited them all to use my body for their sexual pleasure.

"I... I didn't realize it was you guys. I'm sorry! Forget it," I said, trying to take back my previous words.

"Mrs. Hart...," Brody said, the chubbiest of the four. They all continued to be mesmerized by my body. A body they had likely been fantasizing about for years, as I had heard them admit, I was the hottest mom in town. A body they were now free to see. I instinctively tried to cover myself up with my hands, but the cuffs prevented this. I then turned around, putting my back to them.

"Holy shit that ass...," Henry remarked. Not wanting it to seem I was trying and letting them see every inch of me, even though I was, I spun back around to the front.

"Does Kale know you are doing this?" Bentley asked, his words stuttering.

"What? No! Of course not. No one but my husband knows I'm doing this," I tried to explain.

"Your husband is cool with you fucking other men?" Brody asked.

"Well, yes, I wouldn't betray him like that, but that's not a concern of yours. Why are you guys here anyway?"

"It's nesting season for the Snowy Plover," Wesley answered. I swear if I see that god damn bird I'm going to wring its feathery neck.

"I didn't know you guys were into birding," I said.

"That's Wesley's excuse for coming here. The rest of us heard this beach was full of hot MILFs. And... it seems that was right," Henry said, looking longingly at my womanhood.

"Hey, I like hot moms too. I just also like bird watching," Wesley shot back.

The shock of our initial meeting was wearing off, and the guys were starting to relax, although from their gazes and the noticeable bulges in their swim trunks, they were still mightily excited by me. "I trust you guys won't tell Kale about seeing me here, right?"

"Of course. We would never betray you like that. You came here to have some fun outside, that's all," Brody explained.

"Okay. I'm relieved to hear that, and I'm impressed with how mature you have all become. You boys have fun on the beach, okay!" I said as I started to walk away.

All four stepped in front of me. "Does your offer of sex not apply to us as well?" Wesley asked.

Shit shit shit shit. But could I really be surprised by this? "I mean... yes, the offer is open to everyone. But do you really want to get with an older woman like me, who is your friend's mother? There are a lot of attractive women your age all over this beach," I said, hoping to steer them elsewhere.

"Why settle for cheeseburgers when the steak is ready right now and free?" Brody added, licking his lips.

"Yeah, losing our virginities to you is the ultimate fantasy realized," Bentley added.

"You're all virgins? Oh my gosh. Trust me when I say you would be much better off waiting. Think about how fun it will be in college getting with some young hot chick for your first time. Much better than a nearly forty year old woman who is sweaty and had already fucked a lot of men on the beach already."

"Mrs. Hart, if you don't want to have sex with us, just say so. But if you are trying to convince us that we don't want to get with you, well, that's an argument you won't win. So what's it going to be? Fuck us or not?"

I had agreed to get boned by a lot of people today for the pure purpose of keeping up my fantasy of letting any and everyone on this beach that wanted to fuck me do just that. I was at the tail end of this trip and likely faced with my last trial. But man, was it a hard one. Could I really do this?

I eyed the four shirtless eighteen-year-olds. They were all handsome men and in pretty good shape, with the exception of Brody. But even he was hot in his own way. If I were being honest with myself, the idea that these guys were so enamored with me was a huge turn-on. I'm over twice their age, yet I'm the ideal woman they want to have their first time with. I had been disappointed that the younger men on the beach hadn't taken me up on my offer, but here was my opportunity. I found my eyes kept glancing at their crotches. I was becoming very curious to see just what they were packing down there. Beyond that, what they felt like, tasted like, and how much cum they would unload inside me when I made them orgasm. Shit, was I really going to letting my son's friends have an orgy with me on the beach? I think I was...

"Whose... first?" I said quietly.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! This is really happening! Me! I want to be the first!" Henry said, jumping up with glee. I had never seen someone so excited to fuck me, but maybe no one had been as much as Henry was now.

"I'm going to lie on this towel. You can climb on me and then take things at the pace you are comfortable with, okay?" He nodded enthusiastically and a minute later I had a naked teenager on top of me, groping my tits with glee.

"God, I've lusted over these puppies for years. I've actually attempted many drawings of you naked, and I think I got pretty close, actually. I'll send you some links to what I've posted online. The other guys are big fans of my work," he explained as he started pinching my nipples.

"That's... interesting," I replied. I was having trouble concentrating as I found Henry's manipulations of my breasts pretty stimulating. As much sex as I had today, my tits hadn't been fondled all that much. Apparently this horny teenage boy was giving me exactly what my body was craving.

"What cup size are you? Did they get bigger when you were pregnant? Does your husband titty fuck you a lot?"

"Ahhhh, fuck don't stop," I moaned out, as he pressed my jugs together in just the right way. Henry, in reaction, didn't stop but shut up about my chest for a second. I had hoped I could just plow through these four guys without putting on an embarrassing display. Something I had failed to do with every other man today. Now here I was before even having a single one of them begin to fuck me, and I was already moaning like a whore. I could tell him to get on with fucking me, but I didn't want him to stop. My will wasn't nearly strong enough.

I didn't know I was capable of getting such feelings from just having my naked tits groped, but this virgin was showing me it was possible. And the feelings were building. My chest was feeling so satisfyingly warm, almost hot, but not comfortably so. Every time his fingers would brush up against my nipples a jolt of pleasure would fire through my body, but most towards my pussy. It was such an odd sensation to be feeling such sexual joy in my womanhood without any actual physical stimulation occurring there. The biggest impact was when he would pinch or even suck on my nipples. Every time he did that, my arms and legs would writhe due to the nearly overwhelming pleasure that shot out into my whole body. Henry was an observant guy and seeing my reactions to this, he soon did nothing but suck and twist my nipples, sending me into a frenzy.

His previous words about how obsessed he had been with my tits bounced around in my head non-stop. What kind of woman was I that I so freely let this young man have free access to my body? Probably the kind that loves getting her body rocked by orgasms on public beaches. Speaking of which, the jolts of pure pleasure emitting from the contact of Henry's lips on my nipples grew stronger until finally, just when I thought my mind would be lost forever to this insanity, I reached my sexual climax. I squeezed his face tightly into my chest, yelling out nonsense words. I rode the feelings for as long as I could until finally they gave way, and I released my death grip on the young man's head. He sat up, looking at my chest, panting with amazement.

"Did you just cum from Henry licking your boobs?" Brody asked. I nodded as I didn't have the strength for words yet.

"Is that something you've ever had happen before?" I shook my head. Maybe I shouldn't be revealing so much about my sexual history, but based on what would soon happen between us, why keep any secrets? "That's fucking awesome. Nice work, Henry."

A few moments later, Henry himself asked me something. "Would it be okay if we have sex now? If you are still willing, of course."

"Babe. After what you did to me, I'm willing to let you do anything to me, anywhere, with anyone. You want to have some real fun? Stick that dick between those tits sometime. But for now, get in my pussy and get that dick wet," I said. I kept my eyes closed, basking in post-orgasm glow, but I felt him get on top of me and soon that all too familiar feeling of something pressing up against my vaginal lips. After some fumbling, he hit the jackpot, and I had taken his virginity.

Not surprising, given he just spent the past five minutes manipulating the tits of his dream and watching that woman cum from his hands, he was pretty anxious. He plowed my mound with vigor and said mound was ready for such a spirited treatment. However, as expected, he lasted only about half a minute before he poured his young sperm into my womb with an impressive volume.

After finishing, his face was inches from mine, and we stared at each other. "I... I hope it was okay, I did it inside," he said.

"You would have been in trouble if you hadn't," I said to him, before giving him a quick kiss. He smiled and blushed. I think I successfully made his first time a good one. But god damn. Could I really handle more just like him?

My second apparent eighteen-year-old teenage lover then laid next to me. It was the normally quiet Bentley, but when something caught his interest, he would open up. And I think he found something that interested him greatly.

"Ready to get on me and experience sex, Bentley?" I asked, not sure if I was ready for him yet.

"Not quiet. There's something I want to do first," he said with a glint in his eyes that told me I was in for something crazy. His hand caressed up and down my thigh, but was working its way upwards towards what he really wanted to touch. "Henry and the others are obsessed with your curves. Tits and otherwise. And don't get me wrong, I love them too. But it's not them that occupy my fantasies. It's this," he said as two of his fingers entered my pussy.

I gasped out loud, not expecting him to finger me so suddenly. Slowly, he moved his appendages in and out of me. I was filled with cum, but he didn't care. Especially considering he would soon add his own to the pool.

"I've pictured what it would feel like to put my fingers into your most intimate of areas and give you real pleasure, just like this." His fingers curled inside me, and a shudder of pleasure traveled up my spine, making me gasp once again loudly. "I've paid numerous girls online to film their pussies up close as they finger themselves and moan out using dialogue I've provided them. I only order from women that sound like you and have pussies that look like what I've imagined yours looked like. I got a part-time job just to afford these custom videos. But the guys and I think they have been worth it. I'll send you a link to them."

Before I could question his expensive porn habit, he introduced a third finger into the mix and I grabbed onto his shoulder to steady myself from another spine chilling wave of pleasure that came with it. His pace quickened, and he got deeper, finding more sensitive areas to drive my arousal through the roof.

"How... how are you so good at this?" I questioned. He was a virgin after all. Was he practicing on other women but not fucking them? They must have much higher willpower than I if that's the case. No way am I not getting that dick of his in me after he's done.

"A lot of reading and watching videos. But honestly? I think you just have a MILF body made to be pleasured by barely legal boys like us," he said with a devious smile. I couldn't argue with that logic as he added a fourth finger and my ass wouldn't stop spasming.

I was well past trying to salvage my reputation with these boys and embraced the situation. "Fuck I'm close. Now, get those fingers in deep and finger fuck me like the horny MILF you know I am. Make me squirt all over those fingers while your friends watch," I said, putting my face right up against his.

I kept our faces planted together as he gave it to me hard. I tried to keep my moans muffled, but soon I was screaming as loud as ever. Finally, at my limit, I stuck my tongue down the young man's throat, maybe giving him his first kiss ever. Then I released, and my back arched as my spine radiated sexual ecstasy, all thanks to those glorious fingers of his. He didn't let up as I endured my pleasure, but finally he stopped, and I looked around aimlessly in a foggy mess.

"I can keep going if you like. Maybe give you another orgasm," Bentley offered.

"God, I don't think I could take another. Maybe back home you can take me out and finger bang me in your car for a while," I said, still in a daze and not appreciating what I was saying.

"That would be awesome," he replied before kissing me again.

He climbed on top of me, and I was confused as to what he was doing. But then feeling his cock slide into me, I remembered that he still hadn't lost his virginity. Well, he had now. I'm sure I was giving these boys a very convoluted view of sex by so freely giving it to them, but I didn't care. Just like his friend earlier, it didn't take him long to cream-pie me and I learned what another one of my son's friend's dicks felt like when they unleashed their sperm into me.

Brody looked to be next. Surely he wouldn't make me cum as well? One of these guys has to just want to pump and dump, right? "Can you get on your knees so I can admire that ass some more?"

I didn't question this and did as he asked. At this stage, I was basically a sex doll for these young men to manipulate however they wished. "I have so many pictures of your behind taped up to the walls of my room. Of course, you are clothed in all of them. I've collected them from social media and even taken some myself. God, that pool party you hosted last year was a gold mine. I even got a picture of you bent over in your bikini. I went through so many tissue boxes when I got that picture printed out. But now I have the real thing, naked and willing, right here." He lightly rubbed it, working his way up to full on groping of my ass.

He manipulated my cheeks in every way, often spreading them apart. "Your butthole is glorious," he remarked. Hearing my son's eighteen-year-old teenage friend compliment by asshole was a bit of a wake up call.

I turned back to him. "You're looking at my asshole?"

"Is... is that not okay?" He asked, looking nervous that he was about to get into big trouble.

I considered it for a second and chose to back off. "No... It's fine. Enjoy," I said, confirming every inch of my body was open to these boys.

A minute of further ass groping and it seemed that young Brody worked up the courage to make another ask. "Don't be mad for asking this and just say no if you don't want me to but... could I put my penis between your ass cheeks for a little while?"

"Okay. But don't go thinking you're going to end up getting anal. I haven't even let my husband do that." I was surprised how quick I accepted this request. I know it's not a big deal compared to letting him fuck me, but it further reinforced the notion that I was here for their sexually pleasure only. And maybe that was true now.

It was then that I felt my third teenage cock of the day, albeit in a very different place than the other two had been. He position his dick right between my cheeks as he suggested and I felt them hug his shaft snugly. He then started shifting himself up and down, rubbing his cock along my cheeks, but also against something else. The sensation of feeling the shaft of a man's dick rub against your asshole was not one I had ever expected to experience in my life. Especially the dick of my son's 18-year-old friend while his other friends watched. Even weirder was that I didn't expect to enjoy it so much.

Each upward thrust manipulated a new area of my outer colon and brought with it a new stimulation of sexual thrill. My whole body was warming up and before I knew it, I was pressing my ass against him in an effort to push him deeper into my ass. I buried my face into the towel to try to muffle my groans. A persistent idea kept trying to fill my head, but I shot it down time and time again. "We're not having anal sex, so stop asking," I yelled out to Brody.

He briefly paused. "I... didn't say anything," he shyly replied.

"I didn't say stop, did I?" I yelled back, frustrated with him. He looked to his friends, confused, and finally started up his thrusting again, prompting me to moan out loudly due to my face not being pressed into the towel.

I was full-on drooling at this point and hungered for more. But I knew what more meant, and I debated if I was ready for that, especially with this guy, while everyone watched. Another slide along my hole, and I couldn't go another minute without risking losing my mind.

"Fuck my ass Brody. Take this MILF's anal virginity," I said, losing all sense of shame.

He stopped and looked my ass with amazement. "Are you sure? You want me to be your first?"

"If you don't put it in right now, then I'll find another young stud to do it. So stop thinking and get my ass rocked."

I felt the pressure of his tip pressing against my asshole. I relaxed as best as I could, but the anticipation was immense. Helping him out my pushing my curvy butt back, he slipped in and for the first time in my life I had a dick fucking my ass. Thus, it wasn't my husband or some other long-term love of mine to do this most intimate of acts first. No, it was with a random friend of my son's on a crowded beach while being watched by many other people.

The mixture of pain and pleasure was intense, and I worried I couldn't take it. But Brody eased into things, and I found the pain lessened with every movement. The feeling of having my colon stretched out by this young cock was amazing. His bare skin gliding along inside me took my breath away every time he moved. These feelings would cause me to clinch my cheeks together, further enhancing the friction between his sexual organ and my colon. It was like my ass was hugging his cock harder and harder, desperate to maximize my pleasure. And maximize my pleasure, it did.

Just as I learned my tits were capable of bringing me to orgasm, I was quickly learning a hard cock in my ass could also accomplish that feat. Brody was showing remarkable endurance for his first time. Oh fuck, I was taking a guy's virginity by offering up anal sex. That can't be a common occurrence. Especially when it's done on a crowded beach with your friend's mom. But the shock of that realization left me as his cock reached a new depth inside me. His hips were slapping against my cheeks hard, and our small area of the beach was filled with the continuous sounds of skin hitting skin and me moaning out "Oh god," over and over.

Waves of pleasure continued to pour out of my ass into my body. Each wave lasted longer with a higher magnitude. I kept wishing for each one to be the last and offer me sweet release from this agony, but they just kept increasing. Soon, the waves reached a constant state

with no relief. My vision went blurry as the dick in me tickled me relentlessly and I lost myself in lust. It was like an orgasm I had never experienced, but considering I had never been ass fucked before, I shouldn't have been surprised.

Coming back to the real world, Brody was still going to town on me. But as soon as I turned around with my groggy expression, he unleashed his love into my ass. Another new experience for me and one I secretly hoped to have again.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Hart. Thank you for this. That was amazing. I'm so honored to be the first to...," he said, sounding too shy to mention the act.

"Wreck my ass with your cock? You should feel honored. Thanks for making me cum," I replied.

"Maybe we can do it again, and soon. Oh! My parents are out of town next weekend. Maybe you come over then," he suggested.

"We'll see," I replied. We'll see? Why the fuck didn't I just say no? Am I sneaking out at night to get ass fucked by teenagers now? My mind was a total mess.

He pulled out and my ass was finally able to relax after so much stimulation. I laid on the blanket. I should be all sexed out. I have had more partners today than ever before. But I wasn't done, which was good as I wanted more. Turning over, I saw my last special friend. His swim trunks were already off, and I was looking up at his erect dong. Oddly enough I hadn't actually seen any of their penis's until now.

"Wesley," I said in a bit of a seductive voice.

"Mrs. Hart," he replied, using a similar tone.

"I want to impregnate you." I shot up in surprise. What kind of eighteen-year-old teenager tells his friend's mom he wants to knock her up? But maybe the more important question was, what kind of woman gets a thrill from hearing such a statement from a guy half her age? Cause I was apparently that woman.

Still, as much as he might want to do that, it wasn't going to happen. "That's... an interesting idea, Wesley. But it's not possible. I'm not such an idiot that I came here today and engaged in this much sex without being on protection," I replied, after getting over my initial arousal at his bold idea.

"I know that Mrs. Hart. But we could pretend, right?"

"You want us to pretend that we are having sex for the purpose of getting me pregnant, on an open beach, while your friends and other strangers watch?" He smiled and nodded.

Considering what I had come here today to do and had already subjected myself to, this ask wasn't that crazy. At least in my mind right now. I'm sure my judgment after the numerous orgasms these boys and other men had given me wasn't great, but what could I do? Besides, walking away wasn't going to happen.

"Let's get me seeded then, big guy," I replied, bringing immense cheer to my fake-soon-to-be baby daddy.

He wanted me to fuck him on top, as it 'increased the chances of his sperm finding my eggs' according to him. After laying on the towel that all of his friends had fucked me on, I mounted him and then directed his cock into me. I tried not to dwell on it, but this officially meant I had now fucked all four of my sons best friends. I'm sure in many eyes this made me a terrible mom, but feeling his hard dick glide inside me made me not care in the least what others thought currently.

"Your hips are perfect for carrying our child, Mrs. Hart," Wesley said, taking hold of them. I was lifting myself up and down on his manhood, giving my breasts considerable bounce. I wasn't sure how he expected me to act in this impregnation role play, but my building arousal gave me inspiration.

"God I can't wait till you cum inside me. My body was made to carry your child, Wesley," I moaned out. Wesley lit up with delight at my embracing of our game, and I wondered if that alone was going to put him over the edge, but he held on and we continued our beach fuck.

"When you belly is large with our child, will you still let me make love to you," he asked, staring at my tits.

"Let you? I'm going to make you. Pregnancy makes me horny as fuck and you better take responsibility for what you are going to do to me and make your fat cock available to me whenever I want it."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, taken aback by my reply. A number of people had just joined the crowd watching us and didn't realize this was a game.

"Is that woman trying to get pregnant with that teenager's child? That's insane."

"She already fucked the other three I think. I'll bet she doesn't even care who the father is."

"How many 18-year-olds do you think she fucks regularly? I'll bet she's had sex with an entire senior class."

I didn't care what these people thought, and in fact, I got a kick out of their speculation. An entire senior class? All having had their way with me? Fuck, that sounds hot. But right now I needed to focus on getting as much of this guy's cum in me as possible if I was going to maximize my chances of getting successfully inseminated.

"God I can't wait until my tits are bursting with milk, spraying all over while you fuck me with my engorged belly. It's going to be a glorious nine months of sex," I said as I grabbed my tits tightly. "Now stop thinking about it and fill me up to the brim, Wesley. Give me a child!"

I had been so enthralled with this pretend scenario that I hadn't appreciated the state my body had gotten worked up to. The second I felt the last of my son's friends' sperm enter my body, I was driven over the edge with yet another of my own orgasms. A pulse of pleasure shot out, bouncing all around my body, putting me into a deep state of ecstasy. I writhed on top of his dick as it continued to pour his potent cum into me.

But finally, I was released from these intense feelings and fell onto the sweaty chest of Wesley, panting heavily. He stroked my hair, making this a rather intimate moments considering we just fucked with a large crowd watching us.

"You would make a great mother. I mean again, of course. Maybe you consider getting off birth control, and we try this for real back home," he asked.

"Yeah, maybe," I said, still recovering.

"That's great! How about we try for real in two weeks then? My parents will be out so we can use their bedroom," he said, kissing me on top of my head. That sounds fun, I thought. Wait, what did I just agree to?

But before I could walk back on letting a guy half my age who isn't my husband knock me up for real, the other boys had an announcement.

"I'm ready for round two," Brody proudly declared, standing with his newly erect cock.

"Me too. No way I'm satisfied with doing it only once," Bentley added. Henry also agreed, while Wesley assured me would be ready to go again shortly. "Again? How many times are we going to do it?" I asked my new lovers.

"Let's find out...," Brody added, as he descended onto me.

And show me they did. Over the next two hours rarely a minute went by where these horny teenagers didn't have a cock inside me, and often more than one. A favorite position was to have me suck one of them off while another took me from behind. Sometimes in the pussy, sometimes in the ass. They were relentless and seemed to have a never ending supply of cum. For my own part I filled the beach with my moans as they continued to show a talent at getting me to cum. Their claim that I was made to be pleasured by young, barely legal men started to sound reasonable.

But finally they were exhausted and free of cum. I couldn't take any more either, although I had thought that half-a-dozen load of cums ago and yet found the strength to continue fucking.

"Mrs. Hart," Henry started to say.

"I think you boys can call me Sasha," I tried to correct him.

"I think we prefer Mrs. Hart. But anyway, we should totally do this back home, and film it! So many people around town would love to see you like this."

"You're talking about making me a porn star Henry. I don't think that's a good idea," I responded, having a burst of sanity hit me.

"Oh... well, can we film it just for the four of us to keep. And maybe show it to just our closest friends?"

"God, you guys are so bad for me, but fine. Set a date and I'll be there," I responded. Would I really do that? I don't know, it sounds kinda fun though. I had promised these boys so much already, I would need to figure out what all this meant.

For now, though, the sun was low on the horizon, and I needed to get to my husband. The boys helped me up, and I found the strength to walk.

"Are you sure you won't accept a ride home from us, Mrs. Hart? You can sleep over at my house if you want," Wesley offered.

"Thank you, but no. I'm all covered. You boys have a good trip back. I guess I'll see you later?" We parted ways after our extensive interaction. The crowd had died down around us as well after the first hour of beach sex. I made my way to the parking lot, where I found Bo smiling as I approached.

"Wow you are a cum soaked mess and barely made it here by sundown. Someone must have had some real fun."

With the handcuff key that he had in his possession, he freed my hands. My arms and wrists ached after being stuck in the same position behind my back for so long. That was one aspect of this adventure I hadn't thought through properly. I put my clothes back on (after using the outdoor shower nearby). Finally, I didn't feel exposed after hours of being so. We hopped in the car and started the long drive home.

We were both quiet during the beginning of the drive. I knew I had to confess to Bo about who I had come across and what we had done. We had committed to keeping no secrets between ourselves. I gave myself a few minutes to find the courage to speak. However, it was Bo who breached the topic.

"Run into anybody you know out there," he asked.

"What? No! Of course not," I exclaimed, almost automatically. I immediately regretted it as that was my opportunity to come clean.

"Really? That's surprising. So I have a bit of a confession. I was worried you wouldn't find many takers on the beach. I think a handcuffed woman, naked on the beach is too strange for most men to agree to fuck. So I may have... called some people we know to make sure you have some success on the beach. I gave them some cover story about some bird to use as an excuse about why they were there."

"You told my boss to come to the beach and fuck me? Our neighbor? And your brother? Julia's father? Kale's friends?" I cried out in shock.

"Oh, I called a lot more than that, but I guess some of them chose just to watch. Besides, so many people have been hounding me for years to let them take a shot at you. I thought it would be a win--win." I couldn't believe it. My own husband was setting me up with people we knew. "I know, you're probably asking why I did this. I was worried that if you struck out at the beach, then you wouldn't keep up your end and talk to your sisters about having a threesome with me. So I made sure you had plenty of takers." Bo really wanted to get with my sisters, I thought.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked.

"It's a bit of a shock, but honestly... no. It's a relief that I didn't have to confess to fucking all of them and risk you getting mad. I won't deny that I had a lot of fun with them."

"So you'll talk to your sisters then? Maybe as soon as we get home?"

"Yes. It's the least I can do after hooking up your wife to fuck all of our friends," I said.

Both of my sisters strongly declined his request.