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Just spent a week in the south of Spain. It was a bit cool at first, but at last after a couple of days some warm sun arrived even if there was a light breeze. We decided to have lunch out at a favourite restaurant, and not needing to drive we had a full bottle of Rioja. By mid afternoon we were ready for the beach. We needed to find a spot sheltered from the breeze, and did so by going to the furthest end of the nudist bay. It was perfect, quiet, private, warm, and a few feet from the water. We stripped everything off and settled, feeling totally content.
I had a book with me, and started to read. C. stretched out on the sand and soaked up the afternoon sun, covering her face with a towel for protection. Within minutes I could tell from her regular breathing that she was asleep, the wine and the sun having relaxed her completely. I lost myself in the book.
A bit later I noticed a single guy, quite naked, strolling towards us. I prefer it when there are couples or families on the nudist beach, but inevitably there are also men on their own, sometimes looking for other men, sometimes displaying themselves to the females. Usually they are quite harmless and we just ignore them. As I said we were at the end of the beach with no through way and there was no-one else around. I kept half an eye on him and continued reading my book. Very slowly he approached, pausing to look out to sea, or up the cliffs. Soon he was a few yards from us, and he nodded to me. I returned his greeting, and he stopped, looking at the rocks. In fact, he wasn’t a bad looking man at all. Probably in his 50s, he didn’t have that surplus weight which arrives in middle age. He obviously spent a great deal of time in the sun, and there were no white lines. He was well hung, and I looked enviously at a cock which was significantly bigger than my own.
By now he was directly in line with C’s outstretched body, and he paused. I looked across at my wife. She was deeply asleep, one leg fully extended, the other bent at the knee, raised up and leaning outwards. It was obvious that from where he was standing, her cunt was fully visible, her patch of auburn hair, golden in the sun, open to view.
He turned towards the sea, and for a while stood still, watching the waves gently lapping against the beach and the rocks. I was in a dilemma: should I make it clear that I wanted him to move, or should I allow him to continue to admire the view - and I don’t mean the sea view! But you know me, I thrive on other men admiring my wife, and if this was more intimate than usual, then so much more exciting for me. I took off my sunglasses so that he could see I was looking at him.
He turned back, and seeing a flat rock beside him in the shallow water, he sat down, facing us fully. I hadn’t noticed before, but in his right hand he was holding a small object, and now I could see that it was a mobile phone. He too removed his sunglasses, and looked directly at my face. He held my gaze briefly, as if asking a question. Thinking that I knew what that question was, I smiled, and he lifted the phone to eye level. I heard the shutter of its camera click a couple of times. He studied the results, then moving slightly took another couple.
C suddenly stirred, and quickly he turned away. But she was only shifting position in her sleep.
She swallowed and uttered something incomprehensible without waking, then bent her extended leg and pulled it up to mirror the other. Without realising it, she had made her position even more erotic. The perfect V shape. From his angle - when he turned back - it was almost as if she was unwittingly inviting him to fuck her. Just for a moment I was afraid he might just do that, but of course it would never happen: the moment he touched her she would wake, clam up and push him away. Unless I held her.... but, no, it wasn’t going to happen.
He glanced back, then seeing that she was still asleep, faced us directly again. I noted the look on his face as he took in the change of position. Seeing the smile on my face, he lifted his phone again and took two or three more shots. For a moment I worried that he might post his photos on line, but the face wasn’t visible so it wouldn’t matter.
I began to imagine him going back to his place, connecting the camera to his computer and uploading his photos, getting them full screen. Maybe he’d invite a few of his mates around, and they’d sit there, stroking hard for my wife. And in my imagination, she would come alive on the screen, and step out into the room to be abused by this horny group. Hands exploring her ripe body, her tits, her loveIy rounded arse, fondling and fingering her, forcing her to use her mouth on them, until each of them in turn was ready to fuck each of her willing openings. Then, having tasted her once, they’d force themselves on her again, in pairs, or tying her to some suitable piece of furniture to satisfy their lust.
I laid back, eyes closed, enjoying the moment and feeling the blood surge into my love tube. Very quickly I was fully hard, and there in the room with them. At first they were unsure, thinking that I was there to stop them. One of them was even deputed to make sure I didn’t interfere and started making comments about my slut wife. When I started to agree with him he realised that I was only too happy about the situation and, leaving me to watch, he rejoined the party.
I turned on my side and very slowly began to move myself against the warm sand. No hand was needed, and soon my juices were spurting on to the beach. As always, the need to keep quiet enhanced the pleasure! I laid there feeling warm and spent.
I sat up suddenly. The guy had gone and C was stirring. ‘I must have dozed off’ she said.
""....."
I had a book with me, and started to read. C. stretched out on the sand and soaked up the afternoon sun, covering her face with a towel for protection. Within minutes I could tell from her regular breathing that she was asleep, the wine and the sun having relaxed her completely. I lost myself in the book.
A bit later I noticed a single guy, quite naked, strolling towards us. I prefer it when there are couples or families on the nudist beach, but inevitably there are also men on their own, sometimes looking for other men, sometimes displaying themselves to the females. Usually they are quite harmless and we just ignore them. As I said we were at the end of the beach with no through way and there was no-one else around. I kept half an eye on him and continued reading my book. Very slowly he approached, pausing to look out to sea, or up the cliffs. Soon he was a few yards from us, and he nodded to me. I returned his greeting, and he stopped, looking at the rocks. In fact, he wasn’t a bad looking man at all. Probably in his 50s, he didn’t have that surplus weight which arrives in middle age. He obviously spent a great deal of time in the sun, and there were no white lines. He was well hung, and I looked enviously at a cock which was significantly bigger than my own.
By now he was directly in line with C’s outstretched body, and he paused. I looked across at my wife. She was deeply asleep, one leg fully extended, the other bent at the knee, raised up and leaning outwards. It was obvious that from where he was standing, her cunt was fully visible, her patch of auburn hair, golden in the sun, open to view.
He turned towards the sea, and for a while stood still, watching the waves gently lapping against the beach and the rocks. I was in a dilemma: should I make it clear that I wanted him to move, or should I allow him to continue to admire the view - and I don’t mean the sea view! But you know me, I thrive on other men admiring my wife, and if this was more intimate than usual, then so much more exciting for me. I took off my sunglasses so that he could see I was looking at him.
He turned back, and seeing a flat rock beside him in the shallow water, he sat down, facing us fully. I hadn’t noticed before, but in his right hand he was holding a small object, and now I could see that it was a mobile phone. He too removed his sunglasses, and looked directly at my face. He held my gaze briefly, as if asking a question. Thinking that I knew what that question was, I smiled, and he lifted the phone to eye level. I heard the shutter of its camera click a couple of times. He studied the results, then moving slightly took another couple.
C suddenly stirred, and quickly he turned away. But she was only shifting position in her sleep.
She swallowed and uttered something incomprehensible without waking, then bent her extended leg and pulled it up to mirror the other. Without realising it, she had made her position even more erotic. The perfect V shape. From his angle - when he turned back - it was almost as if she was unwittingly inviting him to fuck her. Just for a moment I was afraid he might just do that, but of course it would never happen: the moment he touched her she would wake, clam up and push him away. Unless I held her.... but, no, it wasn’t going to happen.
He glanced back, then seeing that she was still asleep, faced us directly again. I noted the look on his face as he took in the change of position. Seeing the smile on my face, he lifted his phone again and took two or three more shots. For a moment I worried that he might post his photos on line, but the face wasn’t visible so it wouldn’t matter.
I began to imagine him going back to his place, connecting the camera to his computer and uploading his photos, getting them full screen. Maybe he’d invite a few of his mates around, and they’d sit there, stroking hard for my wife. And in my imagination, she would come alive on the screen, and step out into the room to be abused by this horny group. Hands exploring her ripe body, her tits, her loveIy rounded arse, fondling and fingering her, forcing her to use her mouth on them, until each of them in turn was ready to fuck each of her willing openings. Then, having tasted her once, they’d force themselves on her again, in pairs, or tying her to some suitable piece of furniture to satisfy their lust.
I laid back, eyes closed, enjoying the moment and feeling the blood surge into my love tube. Very quickly I was fully hard, and there in the room with them. At first they were unsure, thinking that I was there to stop them. One of them was even deputed to make sure I didn’t interfere and started making comments about my slut wife. When I started to agree with him he realised that I was only too happy about the situation and, leaving me to watch, he rejoined the party.
I turned on my side and very slowly began to move myself against the warm sand. No hand was needed, and soon my juices were spurting on to the beach. As always, the need to keep quiet enhanced the pleasure! I laid there feeling warm and spent.
I sat up suddenly. The guy had gone and C was stirring. ‘I must have dozed off’ she said.
""....."
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