My wife and I decided to head to the beach for a long weekend. No worries and no kids, just relaxation. Since it was spring break, we decided to go to a smaller town in order to avoid the hustle and bustle college kids tend to create.
Our small town decision turned out to be the correct one. We were 20 miles from Panama City, so the beach was clear of people for the most part. The secluded ness we were enjoying was enhanced due to our hotel. It was a small mom and pop place that had been around for ever, yet they just had completed its' renovation. We seemed to be the only people staying there when we checked in as there were no cars in the parking lot.
The accommodations were fantastic. Our room was on the second floor and had huge windows in the bedroom that overlooked the beach. Being on the second floor also allowed us to look over the sand dunes between the hotel and the beach; the first floor didn't have such luck.
Our first two of our four days had gone by without a hitch. Like clockwork, we would wake up when we ever wanted to, eat a quick bit of breakfast and head to the beach with nothing but blankets, sun tan oil, sun glasses and large cups for the both of us filled with our favorite spirits. We would lay in the sun on what seemed to be our own private beach and enjoy the day. Napping, watching the occasional passer by and just soaking up the sand was our only task.
At lunch, we'd go back to the room and eat a light lunch and repeat the morning routine.
Needless to say, we both thoroughly enjoy our trips to the beach. We both love the sun, smell of sun tan oil and looking at the nearly naked bodies, each others and the perfect strangers that happen to wonder by too.
On Saturday, our third day, things picked up a little on the beach. A couple from college managed to infiltrate our hidden gem, moving their bags into the room below ours. They appeared to be in their mid twenties, but not your typical couple. They both were very well groomed and dressed casually yet nicely. We said our hellos as we passed by them on our way back to the beach after eating lunch.
After getting to the beach, my wife said that she would miss having the beach to ourselves, but seeing the couple we would now be sharing it with, it's not that bad. When I asked what she had meant, she said that the guy was great looking and she was sure the view would improve. I chuckled as her honesty has never failed me.
My wife had emptied her third lavation of the day, so she said that was going to fill it up. With the offer to get me something while she's there, I tell her that I'm ok and she departs.
As she walked away, I couldn't help watching her every step because her body begs to be inspected. When she wears a bikini, my eyes (along with everyone else in eye shot) fixates on her supple features.
After what I thought was too long of a time to get a drink, she noticed her returning with a sarong on and a flushed face. As she got closer, I could see outlines of her meaty nipples trying to cut themselves free of her bikini top. I think she's turned on, and thinking that she is made my dick get hard. She walked straight to her towel and returned to her sun worshiping posture.
Filled with curiosity, I asked her some probing questions. I had to know if was correct. After a few general questions, I realized that if I wanted to find out about her state of arousal, I had to be a little blunter with my questioning.
I asked her "so, did anything work talking about happen back at the hotel?"
She just looked at me and shrugged her shoulders while saying "Not much. I just refilled my drink and listened to that great looking guy fuck his girlfriend into an orgasm in the room below us."
My jaw hit the ground as she spoke. She surprised mo so much that it rendered me speechless, which gave her the chance to continue with "I'm sorry for taking so long, I might have fingered myself a little while listening to their episode."
My shocked continued, causing me to stammer out some useless banter. She told me to gather my composure and try again, giggling at my reaction.
I told her that I just couldn't believe what I heard her lips had said. Hearing that, she stood back up and took off the sarong. As the wispy material cleared her waste, she parted he legs slightly to show me how her bikini bottoms had a damp spot on the thin material that barely covered her womanhood.
The sight she presented me and the thought of her masturbating to the sounds of another couples sexual tryst had my cock trying to tear the fabric of my swim trunks. The head of my cock poked out of the top of my trunks, as if to see the lubrication soaked crotch for itself. A drop of pre cum seeped out of the tip in desperation.
My wife placed two of her fingers between the material of her bottoms and her pelvic bone, stroking what little hair she has. I ran my hand across my stomach to saturate it with some fresh sun tan oil, then untied the laces of my trunks and pulled the Velcro fly apart, exposing my solid dick to both my wife and the sunshine.
She stepped closer, giving me a better view of her fabric covered sex as she continued her provocative show. Slowly but determined, she slid her two fingers further south, seeking shelter from my piercing eyes. I watched her fingers separate the material from her oozing pussy and then wondered to myself where the disappeared to. She had slid them into her slit, causing her shoulders to drop and head to fall back from the ecstasy. My cock slide effortlessly in and out of my pleasuring hand as her eyes watched the veins on the shaft continue their effort to force even more pressure into my cock.
While we watched each other, I also kept an eye looking down the beach for unexpected company and my wife watched the dunes in the opposite direct. While I had fantasized countless times about being watched and watching others, my wife didn't seem to appreciate the idea as much as I did.
Just as things were getting severely intense, my wifes eyes opened wide and she spun around to face the beach. Since I was sitting facing the beach already, I knew what it was that caused her such anxiety.
"Damn, cover up, people are coming! It's the couple from downstairs" she squeaked.
She grabbed her sarong and wrapped it around her waste as I scrambled to close the fly on my trunks. I didn't have the time and I didn't want to make it obvious the couple what we were doing, so I was forced to leave the string untied.
As the couple approached, my said hi to them as does any proper girl from the south. Still seated, I said hello to them as well. I wasn't about to stand up, my dick was still hard as a rock.
Surprisingly, they set up their stuff fairly close to us, ten feet or so away. I was a little distraught with this, as it meant that I would have to keep my conversations with my wife somewhat clean. It would be difficult to do since my wife just had two fingers deep within her folds and I was moments away from cumming.
As they unfolded their blankets, they introduced themselves as Brad and Jenna. They made a great looking couple. Both of them were well built and already tanned. Brad was about 6'-2", muscular and had a very impressive physique. His arms, abs and chest seemed to have been chiseled from granite. With his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, he seemed to have caught my wifes attention again, as she couldn't help to glance at him whenever she thought she wouldn't get caught.
Jenna was of average height for a woman, but her legs seemed longer than what they should have been. She had brown hair, green eyes and a great smile. As she took off her cover up, even my wife took notice. While her tits weren't huge, they were full and had great shape. Her seemingly endless legs ended with a nice ass on the back, beautifully curved hips on the sides and a toned stomach in the front.
We struck up a conversation with them and quickly got to know them. They were both very easy to talk to, and after an hour or so, we enjoyed having them there. Another plus, they had brought some liquored drinks with them as well.
My wife asked how long had they been together and they both glanced at each other with surprising looks on their faces. After an awkward couple of seconds of silence, Jenna spoke up and said that they aren't exactly together. I thought it was weird as they seem to be engaged.
She took a big gulp of drink and proceeded to explain their situation to my wife. Dancing around the subject, she said that they have had an on and off relationship for the past three years. They aren't boyfriend/girlfriend, but more of travel companions.
My wife had the same exact thought I did at the same exact time: Fuck buddies.
I guess Brad could tell we knew what she meant by the looks on our faces, as he playfully said that they routinely take trips to have sex whenever the opportunity presents itself. Jenna slapped him on the arm and her face turned beet red with embarrassment. Brad protested, but then justified his statement by saying that one of us must have heard them earlier having sex because he heard some footsteps above their room.
My wife, being her typical self, chimed in. She said "it was me, I heard it and I can say you have no reason to be embarrassed, it sounded like you came hard".
Jenna blushed again and could say nothing but "um, well, yes I did".
I said that I was a little pissed since I was the only one that didn't have a part in it, but Brad reassured us that I would get a chance to before we left.
After some more small talk, I needed another drink. My wife asked me to get her some more lotion while I was back at the room, which I told her I would oblige. Brad said that he would walk with me and do the same.
During or journey, Brad said that he didn't overstep any boundaries by talking openly about sex. I told him not to worry about it because we're not prudes and we weren't offended. He was told that we have been married too long to be jealous of others and not worry about what one another does. He smiled and said that that's a relief because he had trouble keeping from staring at my wife. I just grinned as I've dealt with it since they day I met her, so it's now just a part of life.
Returning to the beach, I saw that Jenna was now sitting next my wife, facing the water, and my wife was lying on her back. Her tits were completely visible to me and it was a sight to see. I could see Jenna putting on lotion on her arms from a distance. She then put more lotion in her hand and began put it on my wifes legs, starting at her feet. Brad saw the same and, without saying a word to each other, we began to walk a lot slower as to not interrupt.
Jenna worked the lotion into her skin with light casual strokes from ankles to knees. She was going slow and methodically. Taking more lotion into her hands, she began to work on her thighs, all the way up on the outside of her hips to her bikini string, then moving across the top of her thighs along the edge of her bikini to the insides of her thighs and then back down to her knees. As she kept this circular pattern, my cock got hard as nails again. Brad seemed to be watching as intently as I was; he never flinched.
As I wondered if she was actually stroking my wifes most secret areas, I watched as one of her hands massaged right left tit while the other hand went straight for Jenna's crotch. Brad and I were in awe, watching two beautiful women satisfy each other in the public's domain.
Caring not about anything else that is happening around them, they continued to rub each others surely wet lips. Jenna shifted into a kneeling position beside her, and my wife promptly responded by pulling her bottoms aside to gain direct access. Jenna's hand slid under the flimsy material of the bikini, from the top, in order to feel my wifes wetness as well.
They continued to finger each other, bringing themselves into a closed eye reckless frenzy. Jenna's head dropped to her chest as she allowed my wife to feel her cum. In turn, my wifes head thrashed from side to side as she shared her cum with her new playmate.
Shocked and intrigued, we quickly agreed to announce our approaching with loud laughter and act as if we saw nothing. We waited out of sight behind a dune until the girls recovered, then we started our approach as planned.
As we sat down, the conversations were at a minimum. Brad and I laughed and joked, but the girls were somewhat quiet as continued to recover. I told them to put some more lotion on because their faces looked sun burnt and red. Eventually though, they picked up their portion of the casual conversation as if nothing had happened.
As the sun began to set, hunger began to kick in and the four of us had decided to head in. It was sad for my wife and I as the thought of driving home the next morning loomed in our minds. We always hate to leave.
Brad asked us what we had planned for dinner, and I told him that we were going to a seafood place a few miles up the road and then come back and sit on deck to watch the water and drink some more. Brad and Jenna, much to Jenna's recommendation, said that they were going to have dinner in their room, but they were free afterwards. Hastily, my wife told them that when we returned we'd hang out on our rooms' deck and enjoy each others company.
We ordered our meals and enjoyed glass after glass of water. We both were dehydrated from the mixture of long hours on the beach and the seemingly bottomless drinks we had consumed. During our session of small talk and people watching that typically occurs between ordering our meals and the waitress bringing the food out, my wife said that she had something important that she needed to tell me. The look in her eyes made me sad.
She went on to tell me about what happened on the beach with her and Jenna, not giving any details, but just the basic details of what happened. Jenna initiated the ordeal by telling her stories of her and Brad's sex sessions, along with some stories of her and some of her girlfriends at her school. During all of this, my wife said that she began to feel like our sex life was in a never changing rut and Jenna's advances towards her made her feel like she was in college again. Thinking back to our past conversations and fantasies about me watching her with another person, she conceded to the passion that Jenna was stirring within her. During her confession, she said that she was sorry for letting it happen.
I was a little beside myself. Not because of what she had done, but because I had a feeling of guilt because she felt the way she did.
I emphasized that I wasn't mad at her. In fact, I told her that I was glad she did, because I let our sex life wall into what she felt was a rut and there was no reason for her to think that I wouldn't want her to enjoy herself to the fullest as long as her heart belonged to me. I said to her that all of these years I have worked on winning her heart, not her body.
Because she held guilt and confessed to what I already knew, I told her that Brad and I watched the event unfold. She blushed and gave me a look of shock.
"Are you serious?" she said.
"The whole thing, from oiling up your feet to putting your sarong back on again. Not once was I mad at you or thought less of you. In fact, I was kind of proud that you were able to go through with it."
She asked me how I could stand there and watch what another person was doing to her, and I said that it was both easy and fascinating. I reminded her that the thought of another person satisfying her had always been a fantasy of mine and again I told her that I was happy that she found the courage within herself to go through with it.
Hearing that, my wifes mind was set as ease and she told me that the experience with Jenna was awesome. She began to fill in the details of the tryst and my semi erect penis quickly became a raging hard on. As our dinner was brought to us, I emphasized that I loved her for whom and what she was and nothing would change that.
We decided to hurry back to the hotel and enjoy what little time we had left with our new found friends. Along the way, she asked for reassurance in telling everything that she was thought would be safe to tell me. After giving her a resounding "yes, it's fine! You are attracted be other people, it's natural and it's fine with me!"
She admitted to me that watching Brad on the beach made her wet, very wet. Had he not been there, she probably wouldn't have been worked enough to give into Jenna's sexual advances. I told her that I could see why she was attracted to him as he was a physical specimen and a nice guy to boot.
I decided to be a little more forthright whit her than I usually was by asking if she wanted to have sex with him. She paused long enough to tell me her answer, and without letting her awkwardly stammer through her answer, I said that I thought she did. I let her know that I watched her as she studied his body and it had a pleasing effect on my cock, as it forced me to try and hide my hard cock as we met our friends for the first time at the beach.
Asking if I would say something to him about it, I replied that only if she wanted me to if she couldn't break the ice with him herself, so to speak. Being afraid that I might say something to him about it when she had a true change of heart, she asked that the signal for me to take action would be her saying "I hate knowing that we have to leave tomorrow". At that point, if I had a change of heart, all I had to do is not say anything, and she would know.
My wife told me in a very direct manner that she wasn't ready to watch me with another person....yet. I was a blunt as possible with her when I told her that this wasn't a plan for me to fuck Jenna; this was about her having great sex with another person (or persons) and me watching. I will want to participate but only with her permission, and my cock only touches her. With a devilish grin she retorted that she might' call me over and give me head if his cock is hitting all the right places. Regardless, she confessed thinking about all of us being naked, Brads cock in her, playing with Jenna's pussy and my watching.
The path and ground rules were set if she wanted to proceed.
When we arrived back at the motel, we could see their door was cracked and the light was on. I proceeded to knock on the door to let then know that we were back and invite them upstairs, the unmistakable female moans of sex filtered through the semi open door. My wife and I looked at each other, giggled, eased the door open and decided to investigate the matter.
As we entered the short hallway, it became apparent that the source of pleasured sounds was coming from the small living room. Leaning around the corner, we could see Jenna's naked body lying on the couch with her right leg resting on the top of the back and her left leg resting on the floor. She supported her upper body by leaning back onto her right elbow while her left hand forced Brads face into her crotch. Brad was free of a shirt, but still had his shirt on, telling us that he was focused on satisfying her pleasure.
Jenna's hips were grinding her sex against his chin, still held forcible against her slickened crotch. Evan with the firm pressure against the back of his head, he was still able to turn his head as needed so he could ram his tongue into any area of her body he desired. It was having a great effect on her, as her grinding tempo increased and she moved her hand up to squeeze, pull and twist her nipples.
As she neared climax, she raised her head and looked right at the both of us. Her eyes locked onto my wifes and she pushed her slit as hard onto his tongue as she could, thus starting the land slide of pleasure. She continued to cum while maintaining her woman to woman gaze. Finished with his duties, Brad turned to us with his cream covered face and said that they would be up in a minute.
As we walked up the stairs to our room, we both agreed that the scene we had just witnessed was the most erotic event we've viewed.
We poured drinks while waiting for our company. My wife downed hers quickly in effort to calm her nerves, and then poured another. She made me reassure her that if something happened tonight, it wouldn't affect my love for her. I put her mind at ease with a slow, tender kiss on the lips, and then whispered to her not to worry.
We were sitting on the balcony restless with anticipation. Jenna and Brad called through the open door and closed it behind them. Jenna was blushing as she stepped onto the balcony and Brad said that he hoped that we didn't see anything that we didn't intend to see. I laughed and told him that I enjoyed it and my wife said that she appreciated the show as it was her first time seeing something of the sort.
As we watched the tide roll in, the mood was enhanced by a few more drinks. The intoxicating drinks Jenna consumed allowed her to confess to us that she had never been in such a situation, watching or being watched, until tonight. My wife laughed and told her that she had been earlier today, only she didn't know it. Both Brad and Jenna were surprised be her confession; obviously that hadn't talked about it.
I quietly asked my wife if she still wanted to go ahead with her plan with Brad, and she silently nodded. When asked if I should break the ice, she retorted with "I hate knowing that we have to leave tomorrow". I smiled!
Brad and Jenna looked at my wife with nothing but a ton of confusion, but I understood her every word. I took a large gulp from my glass of liquid courage, looked at Jenna and said to her:
"Jenna, as far as I know, Brad hasn't had the chance to cum more since early this morning. Being a young lad, I know that one time a day isn't enough. Would you be offended if he fucked my wife?"
Intrigued by the questioning, she followed with "I wouldn't mind at all, I look forward to watching it"
Little was said from that point. Jenna grabbed Brads hand and had him stand up, I followed suit with my wife. As Jenna pulled his shirt up and over his ripped torso, I did the same to my wife. As I released her tits from her restraining bra, I could see that her nipples were firm and erect, ready to fight off the teeth that are sure to assault them. I gave them a quick tweak of encouragement.
From behind Brad, Jenna reached around and unbuttoned his shorts and the proceeded unzip them. Brads physique continued to impress, as his abs formed an arrow pointing to his manhood along the rippling path. As his clipped and primed pubic hair came into view, Jenna reached inside the shorts that was now barely covering the huge lump and gave it one or two pumps with her hand as her eyes locked onto my wifes disrobing body.
As I reached the top of my wifes mini skirt, I pulled the restraining zipper down as far as possible, moved my hands back to the top of her waste line and shucked both her skirt and her panties down to her ankles in one slow, methodical motion. My wife trembled with excitement from head to toe.
As Brads shorts were pushed to the ground, it was learned that he wasn't wearing anything else. Hid cock spring into full view. It was long and thick, much thicker than mine. Freed from the confining clothing, it sprang up so hard that it slapped his belly button.
With one hand around the front of my wifes throat, I moved the other down from her nipple to her hidden treasure. As I slowly made my decent from her pubic bone to the woman lips, the journey was made effortless from the thick liquid that coated her lips. She was so wet that it flowed down between her perfect thighs. She was ready to greet his cock.
I released my wifes throat and ended the finger induced tantrum on her sexual epicenter, and Jenna released his engorged shaft. They were now free to engage one another. My wife took the first step across the room towards her new playmate, yet he moved with greater speed and took her by the hand and led her to the deck. Jenna and I followed.
On the deck, under the light of the moon, Brad took her into his arms and planted his lustful lips square onto hers. She responded by wrapping her arms around his waste and rubbed her hands across his well defined back. Being taller, he wrapped his arms around her arms as the well across hers just below her shoulders. Being intertwined with each other, he pushed his pelvis into her belly, making her feel his hefty cock. Once he had his arms firmly around her, he then took a hand and grabbed a handful of her hair. With a slight downward tug, he pulled her lips from his by forcing her head to look skyward.
He moved his mouth to her neck, pulling her long, thick hair to the side. As he nibbled and kissed her from earlobe to shoulders, her hands wondered across his back and the cheeks of his ass, pulling them into her, forcing his cock to almost bruise her abdomen from the added pressure.
Jenna had move to a deck chair just beside my wife and took a seat. She stripped of her top allowing her breast to be exposed for all eyes to see. Leaning back in the chair, her labored breath caused her chest to heave into the cool night air. She grabbed my wifes hand and guided it onto her supple tits, then moved her fingers into position to attack Jenna's erect nipple.
With Jenna's hand now free, she took my wifes closest knee and lifted it and her foot off of the deck, then placed the foot on the chair Jenna was sitting in. This opened my wifes sex up for the both of them to explore.
By this time, I had stripped off my clothes; the view was too much for me to bear. I began stroking my board stiff cock as I enjoyed the services our new friends were providing my wife.
Jenna reached between the two lovers and freed his cock from the constraints of their torso. With a quick downward motion, she positioned the shaft of his inflamed manhood so that it would grind against her free flowing sex; his hips obeyed nature and began to move the shaft across her swollen lips. Not missing a beat, Jenna leaned forward and intertwined her tongue between her slit and his shaft, licking and sucking what ever her lips came into contact with.
My wife couldn't manage to open her eyes due to the intense pleasure she was receiving on the deck of the hotel. Assuming that she was just unable to communicate her desires, I walked to the opposite side of Jenna and placed my pole into her hand. She immediately began to pump it in and out of her hand. A little more of this would have me cumming all over everyone.
I saw Brad flex his knees in order to drop the level of his cock to her pussy, and with one swift motion, he forced it deep within her. She was powerless to contain her gasp as he entered and she threw her head forward into his chest and bit into his flesh. Brad then took control; with his dick planted firmly in her, he lifted her up by her ass cheeks and carried her inside to the living room.
Once inside, he had her get on all fours in the middle of the room. He dropped to his knees behind her, grabbed a fistful of hair, and drove his swollen member home causing her to scream in pleasure. Jenna followed suit. She moved behind Brad and laid down, turned over onto her back and shuffled her way under the both of then until she was centered under the sex. She raised her head and licked her clit and his shaft as he pounded her with the rhythm of a dancer and the strength of an athlete. As he continued his assault on my wife, Jenna's face became covered in the lubrication now dripping from my wife, which Jenna seemed to thrive on.
Feeling a little left out, I moved in front of my wife and drove my cock as deep into her mouth as possible. There was no need to try and mouth fuck her, as she was sliding back and worth along my shaft from the constant pounding that Brad was delivering. With the muffs my wife was now letting out, I knew see was about to cum.
Expecting my wife to cum at any second, I pulled out of her mouth and let the load of cum I had be harboring all day shoot out in streams across her shoulder and land on her back. This action caused her to cum with a greater strength than I ever witnessed; forcing her to scream at the top of her lungs. Having been inside her several times when she came, I know that her womanly muscles have gripped the shaft of his cock and is now trying with all of their might to pull his cum out deep inside her. As predicted, his hips thrust harder than anytime other time they have tonight and he shoots his load deep with the walls of her sex.
Jenna, having came three time already, eventually slides herself out from under them just after Brad stops cumming. Her face if covered with the thick liquid that oozed from my wifes sex, both my wifes and Brads mixed together.
After we regrouped, we noticed that it was well into the night. All four of use decided not to exchange information, but rather go our separate was and cling to the memories. My wife and I left the next morning, never to hear from them again.
Since that day, my wife and I have made a vow to never hold our feelings and desires from each. To this day, we have reminisced and enjoyed the escapade open and freely.
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