A Beach Proposal

My name is George Smith BA. This story explains why I am not George Smith BA (Hons).

MEETING MY WIFE

I started my student days in 1969. I met Julie at Fresher's Week. We clicked and Julie and I lived in sin soon after. She was 19 and I was 20. I made an honest woman of her when we got married in August 1970. We were both in our 2nd year at University.

OUR INTERRAIL HOLIDAY

We got monthly interrail tickets that covered Spain and Portugal. They only cost £100 for a month. We were lucky to find a cheap deal on flights out to and back from Alicante. This gave is 15 nights to explore these 2 countries.

We weren't rich, but as a married couple we could stay together in any youth hostel.

In those days lots of youth hostels insisted on seeing passports to check people's marital status. We only booked accommodation for the first night and the last night of our holiday. That left us free to explore.

We arrived at Alicante at 09 30 hours and went straight to the youth hostel. We were 8 hours too early to check in. They took our bags and we went to explore the local beach.

THE BEACH

In 1970 no respectable British women would show off her milk-jugs in public. But at this beach there were women walking about or sunbathing topless. It was a big thrill.

Many were in their 20s or 30s. But one was in her 90s. Her tits were saggy and perma-tanned. Another lady (who was in her 40s) had only one breast. She had a scar where the other breast had been. She didn't seem to mind showing others her disfigured body. Nor did her husband.

FALSIES

One lady (in her late 30's) had incredibly large, firm breasts.

Julie whispered "They are enhanced. Natural breasts would sag a bit. They are falsies."

I replied "I do like seeing them, even though they are fake. But your breasts are nicer."

THE COUPLE

A dark skinned couple casually looked up at us. The coloured woman's breasts were the most beautiful that I had ever seen. They were even better than Julie's.

Julie said "I wonder what it feels like to show your breasts to anyone and everyone."

I said "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

I pointed to a woman "She only has small breasts yet she isn't ashamed to show them off. Yours are miles better than hers."

Julie said "Okay, I'll do it,"

My wife took a deep breath, took off her tee shirt and undid her bra.

Normally Julie doesn't like undressing in front of me. So going topless on a beach was a big step for her. Julie stood there with her hands over her jugs. Then she uncovered her tits. Her white breasts were now on full view.

I was pleased when the black couple came up to us. It gave me a chance to oggle the black lady's large mammories.

The man smiled and said. "I guess you are stiff upper lip Brits. In modern Spain we are more liberal."

The coloured woman said "I noticed that your wife hesitated before removing her bra. I didn't think she was going to. I was nervous the first time I went topless."

The black man said "My name is Arkham and my wife is called Harifa. We are Moroccans but we now live in Spain."

We chatted. The conversation was relaxed and friendly. I enjoyed seeing Julie and Harifa's bosoms. We enjoyed each others' company. An hour later Harifa and Julie covered their breasts and went to the nearby ladies loo.

ARKHAM'S PROPOSITION

Arkham then said "I see that you like my wife. I think yours is a cracker. Do you want to swap partners?"

I was shocked. Spain was far more liberal than I expected. Julie and I hadn't done that sort of thing before. Living in sin was quite radical. But wife swapping was off the scale weird.

Arkham continued "Harifa excels at the erotic arts. She particularly likes to have a good time with white men. Julie will find that Moroccan men make the best lovers."

I replied "I'm tempted. Can you give us some time to chat?"

Arham said "Of course. Wife swapping isn't everyone's cup of tea. When the ladies return we'll make ourselves scarce for an hour."

Ten minutes later Julie and Harifa returned. They took off the cloth that hid their tits. Then Arkham and Harifa left us.

I said "Arkham wants to sleep with you and Harifa wants to be my bed partner."

Julie said "I know. Harifa told me. I agreed to swap, provided you agreed. It will be a chance to see if the rumours are true."

I asked "What rumours?"

Julie replied "That black men on average are 3 inches better endowed than white men."

Goodness knows where Julie got that dubious statistic.

I said "Are you sure about swapping? It might affect our marriage."

Julie replied "Que sera, sera."

Arkham and Harifa returned. They agreed to pick us up after breakfast the next day at our youth hostel. They would put us up in their country villa for 2 nights and then drive us to the rail station. We would then get the express train to Barcelona.

Julie and I had great doggy sex that night. What made it special was that we were shagging in a youth hostel.

NUDE PHOTOS

In the morning we had breakfast and waited for Arkham and Harifa.

Julie didn't wear a bra. Her nipples pressed revealingly against the material of her top. She was no longer shy about showing her tits. Hostellers glanced at her but Julie sat there shamelessly.

We packed our luggage in the car boot, Harifa and Julie sat in the back seat.

Arkham said "I like taking artistic photos. Do you mind if I take naked photographs of the 3 of you?"

I liked the idea of being with 2 naked women so I readily agreed.

Julie said "Only if I get to take naked photos of you and Harifa and George."

Arkham and Harifa and I all agreed. Like Julie I wanted to see a black cock.

BEDDING ARRANGEMENTS

Arkham then said "We don't go for 4 in a bed. Harifa and George will have the master bedroom with the ensuite. Julie and I will sleep in the guest room. Not that Julie will get much sleep."

Harifa said "I want to watch Arkham bedding Julie."

Arkham said "Some of our friends like to watch their partner being fucked. Some don't. Harifa and I are in the former camp."

Julie said to me "I want you and Harifa to watch. It will enhance the occasion. Do you want to see Arkham pleasuring me?"

I replied "I would rather not."

Arkham said "Each to their own. I will leave Julie and my bedroom door open. So if you change your mind just come in."

Harifa said me "I really want Julie and Arkham to watch us fucking. Do you agree?"

I replied "Yes."

I accepted only because that's what the other 3 people wanted. But I really wanted to sleep with Harifa unwatched.

Arkham said "I will bed Julie first. Then afterwards we will watch George shagging my wife."

THE PHOTO SESSION

When we got to their villa, I unpacked my things in Harifa's master bedroom. My wife unpacked her things in Arkham's bedroom.

We then joined our hosts in their photography studio. Arkham photographed Julie braless in her nipple revealing tee shirt. Then he photographed her topless with both her arms above her head.

He then took full frontal photos of my wife and I. It was strange being naked and posing.

Then Harifa undressed. Her pussy was completely shaved. I was disappointed since I like seeing Julie's pubic hair. I had expected Harifa to have a bushier covering. Harifa joined my wife and I.

I felt powerful being photographed with 2 naked women. It was much better than I expected.

Then Julie took over the photography session. She told Arkham to undress. At last we would see Arkham's black cock. I expected it to be 3 inches bigger than mine. But it wasn't. It wasn't much larger than mine. There was only an inch between our love weapons.

But, despite the hope of it being 3 inches longer, Julie was enthralled by it. I must admit that I was also fascinated by its blackness.

Julie took photos of Harifa and Arkham. Then she got me to join in. Finally Arkham used the timer and took a few nude photos of the 4 of us.

THE SWIM

Arkham said to Julie "Harifa will prepare our supper. I will develop the negative and print the photos. I suggest that you and George enjoy going round our garden. No need to get dressed.

Juan, our gardener, is used to seeing our friends and guests naked."

Julie said "I've never been naked in a garden before. This is so different from back home."

JUAN'S BIG COCK

Arkham said "You can use our pool. You must try swimming nude, Its sensational."

Harifa said "I love the feeling of water on my naked body."

Julie and I walked naked through the garden. We saw Juan putting away the garden tools in the shed.

We then headed for the swimming pool. About 10 minutes later, Juan and 3 naked men headed towards us. Juan had a huge cock. It swing as he walked towards us. It was a good 5 inches longer than my prick.

Julie ignored the lesser endowed men and drooled at Juan's massive man meat.

My wife was having a great time but I was uncomfortable. I didn't mind the other guys being naked. Their cocks were about the same size and girth as mine.

What I found challenging was that my penis was so much smaller than Juan's. What made it worse was that my wife was very attracted to Juan. And the Spanish gardener liked Julie.

Juan was not alone in this. The 3 normally endowed men liked seeing my wife's tits and pubic hair. Julie liked being the centre of 5 men's attention. We 5 naked men swam or sunbathed.

Then Arkham appeared to tell us that supper would be ready in 15 minutes. Julie and Arkham went back to their bedroom. I got dressed in Harifa and my bedroom.

PISSING

Before supper Julie said "I've gotta pee."

Harifa said "My husband loves seeing women standing and pissing. That's why we have the old fashioned standing unisex urinal."

Arkham said "It cost us a small fortune to have the conventional toilet replaced."

I said "Julie doesn't allow me to see her sitting on the loo."

Arkham said to Julie "You really shouldn't deny your husband this simple pleasure. He has the right to see you piss."

Arkham asked me "Would you like to join me and see Julie relieve herself?"

I said "Yes I would."

My wife undressed and led Arkham and me towards the old fashioned standing pissoir. It was ironic that Julie and I merely accepted Arkham's decree as if he was our King.

I was intrigued to see my wife standing there naked and waiting for nature to take its course.

It didn't float my boat but Arkham grinned like a Cheshire cat.

Julie finished and wiped her cunt with toilet paper. She then washed her hands and returned naked to the lounge. She then dressed.

MIND GAMES

During supper I tried to pretend that Arkham wasn't about to seduce my wife. But I couldn't. I knew that Arkham was going to use Julie. I was trying to play mind games with myself. But I was losing the game.

After supper Julie said "Please come upstairs with us."

I said "It's not my scene. But don't let that stop you from enjoying your time with Arkham and Harifa."

This was spontaneous bullshit. I really wanted my wife to make some excuse not to be Arkham's. I sat downstairs while Julie, Arkham and Harifa went upstairs.

I couldn't concentrate so I went out into the garden.

I had willingly agreed to wife swap. I But deep down I didn't want Julie to have sex with anyone but me. I agreed because I wanted to try out a big breasted black woman.

I knew they were already in his bedroom. I imagined Arkham engaging in foreplay. I imagined Julie licking Arkham's black cock and making it grow longer and thicker.

I had hoped that I could pretend. But I knew that Julie was being unfaithful to me. I didn't want to see my wife being pleasured by another man's cock. But this was a black cock.

I had liked seeing Arkham's black cock even though it had been flaccid. I wanted to see it engorged and angry. The downside was that it meant seeing my wife being unfaithful.

I wanted to see Arkham's erect cock even though he was using it to fuck my wife.

Arkham had promised to leave their bedroom door open. He probably knew I couldn't resist seeing him. He probably wanted me to be subordinate to him. He probably wanted me to acknowledge thst he used my wife.

He was used to fucking other men's wives. I wanted to see how he used his experience.

Perhaps he needed me to watch, to acknowledge that Julie was his and not exclusively mine.

I was losing my mind game. I finally had clarity. I decided to go and watch.

WATCHING JULIE AND ARKHAM

Harifa was sitting on a chair, handcuffed with my arms behind her back. She was watching her husband thrusting into my wife. who was on all fours.

Arkham held my wife's hips to gain extra leverage.

Julie moaned out loud.

I stood outside their bedroom unnoticed by any of them. I had a great view of Arkham's bare buttocks.

Arkham grunted. I presume he had an orgasm. When he withdrew I saw his fully erect black cock.

I left them and went to Harifa's bedroom.

HARIFA

Harifa stood there. Her small white thong contrasted with her black skin. I liked seeing her big black breasts and her prominent nipples.

I said "You are very beautiful,"

Harifa took off her thong. I stripped naked. She caressed my chest and then her hand moved down to my penis. I had a hard-on and my cock twitched.

Harifa said "I really love to deep-throat."

She slid her mouth over my tool. She slid it so far into her mouth that her nose touched my pubic hair. She sucked my hard cock for about a minute. Julie rarely gives me blowjobs. I felt her tongue play with my love weapon. I was glad we agreed to wife swap.

Then she stopped.

She said, "That was nice. Now I want your white cock in my cunt."

She put the tip of my penis against her labia. She didn't insert it, but instead she rubbed my knob against her clitoris and gave herself an orgasm.

She then gently slipped me into her vagina. She rode me slowly at first and then built in speed.

She shouted "Oh, yes. I like that!"

I held her hips so she could move ever faster. Her head whipped forward and back, Her cunt was pleasuring my cock.

She had another orgasm. I was still erect.

She said "Your white cock made my black cunt happy, That was the greatest fuck of my life. Thank you. Now let me recover for awhile."

Harifa lay there and admired my cock.

She said "It's great just watching a white cock, either growing or shrinking. It fascinates me. But I love it when a white cock pleasures my black arse."

My cock started to harden as Harifa rubbed her slender body against mine. I cupped her bum and pulled her closer.

It didn't take long before I was at the point of no return. Julie stopped sucking and withdrew my pulsating penis.

I slept soundly.

JULIE'S CONFESSION

The next day Arkham took me to Alicante to see the preparation of paegent.

When I returned Julie said "I have a confession. I arranged to see Juan when you were at the beach with Harifa.

I answered a knock at my bedroom door. Juan stood there bare chested. He said nothing but made his way inside and closed the door.

Juan slid his hands down my face and then lifted my chin gently. I looked directly into his eyes. He whispered that I was beautiful and I smiled.

My heart rate increased. I felt a tingle between my legs. I could stand it no longer. I kissed him and Juan kissed me. I pulled away for a moment, just to look at him.

Juan then French kissed me, The tingling between my legs intensified. He fondled my erect nipples and then brushing his tongue back and forth over them. I was now randy as a bitch on heat.

Juan told me to masturbate. He watched me self-pleasuring. I had an orgasm,"

It hurt that Juan had seen my wife wank. She never did that while I watched. It also hurt that Juan had ordered her to do it and she obeyed him.

Julie continued "Juan's hand then parted my pussy lips. I had never before had such a sensation. He slipped his index and middle finger inside me. He then used hid wet middle finger to rub circles over my clit. I had a 2nd orgasm but still he kept stimulating my clit. Then he got down and used his tongue to give me a 3rd orgasm."

I had never been able to give Julie clitoral orgasms. I was impressed and appalled that Juan had.

Julie continued "I wanted his cock. I undid his jeans and pulled off his boxer shorts. His cock was long, hard and throbbing. I lay down on the bed and Juan slid his erect man-meat into me. Juan didn't care whether I enjoyed having sex with him. He didn't stop thrusting until he had his orgasm."

I was aroused. Julie had used Juan's monster cock when it was at its longest and thickest. But I felt betrayed. Juan was better than me.

Julir said "I enjoyed being Juan's whore. I want both Arkham and Juan to share my body. I want to be part of the swinging scene."

THE SPLIT

Long story short. I left taking my passport and my travel tickets. Julie stayed with Arkham and Harifa and Juan and men unknown.

I enjoyed going round Spain and Portugal. But at night I dwelt on Julie being porked by Juan.

Julie and I next met at Alicante airport. Luckily Juan wasn't with her but Harifa and Arkham were.

When Arkham and Harifa left i announced to Julie "When we get back to England I'm going to get a divorce."

Julie said "You are over reacting. It was just a bit of holiday fun. When we get back I'll be solely and exclusively yours."

I said "It was a bit of holiday fun when it involved us both trying out black skinned people. But then you became Juan's whore. And a cock-hungry slut. I don't trust you to be monogamous."

THE DIVORCE

So my final year at University was blighted with an acrimonious divorce. The other students got to knew about me agreeing to wife swap. That meant that nice girls avoided me.

To lessen the stress I didn't go for an honours degree. I matriculated with an ordinary degree.

THE CONSEQUENCE OF WIFE SWAPPING

Only having an ordinary degree meant I struggled to get a decent paying job.

Through a newspaper lonely hearts column I met Rose. She was a widow. She was (and still is) a regular respectable church goer. Rose was 14 years my senior but that didn't matter to me.

Admittedly Rose isn't as good looking as Julie and Harifa. And sex isn't frequent or as exciting as when I was with Harifa.

People may call it vanilla sex. But I don't agree. I call it sensual sex because having an orgasm isn't the objective. Just sleeping beside Rose completes me in a way that Julie could never do.

Before she became a slut, Julie didn't like undressing in front of me. Rose is totally the opposite. She likes me to undress her and to undress me.

Rose likes watching me standing and peeing.

My life is not perfect. I resent being in a low paid job. I sometimes get depressed. I bitterly regret ever going to the topless beach. I feel that I am less of a husband as Rob (Rose's deceased spouse) was.

I take solace in the fact that my stupid decision had made me want to go with Rose.

I find it hard to come to terms with needing another man to die so that Rose wanted me. Rose and I visit Rob's grave once a month to renew the flowers.

I am lucky that Rose chose me. We have a nice home (which Rob worked hard for) and lots of friends.

Rose encourages me with my Open University course. One day (we hope) I will be George Smith BA (Hons).