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We had a slow and easy start to the day, finally getting ourselves out of the apartment by midday, but we felt well rested and had full bellies after our late breakfast.
Where we were heading, would take us on a new adventure, far along the shore past some rocky jetties and onto a beach, far less occupied and much smaller than the ones we had spent the last few days on, lazing our time away.
During our usual late evening stroll, we had come across this same stony jetty with its warning sign in several languages: ‘Nudity Permitted Beyond this Point’.
It was quite empty at that hour, but we had past an older couple at one point on our way back, and as we strolled, we had joked about venturing here one day, although with little muster in it.
However, to my surprise and overwhelming pleasure, Jill brought it up the following morning, and she actually agreed to try it out. I was so happy and hoped that it would be a really good experience. I could see that Jill was feeling a little awkward, I didn’t want her to be pressured into anything, so I told her she could remain in her bikini at all times or we could leave at any point.
We talked about it here and there over the past day and night. I was so very excited with the anticipation, I could hardly keep my hands off my gorgeous wife. The sun, relaxing times and Jill half naked all the time, made matters far worse! I was getting full-on erections whilst dreaming away in the sun, it was so obvious that I had to lay on my stomach to avoid anyone noticing my excitement.
When passing the rocky barrier and coming around the first set of dunes, I couldn’t say that this side of the beach was at all filled, in fact, there only appeared to be 8-12 people, all in all. They were s**ttered about in pairs, apart from a foursome that had a whole set up, chairs, parasol and wind-breakers too. All of them were completely nude, and although none really peaked my interest, I found myself getting surprisingly horny. Maybe the thought that we were really going to give this a try got me going. Even if Jill wasn’t comfortable and only went topless, it would be a treat -which I was sure she would do.
I, on the other hand, was dying to strip off, but I focused on trying to find a decent spot, one where we would be well concealed and at a pretty good distance from others.
My thoughts strayed easily and when I looked over to Jill, I could see she was having mixed feelings about it, so we spoke and I reassured her that she didn’t have to remove any part of her bikini. More so, if she wasn’t feeling comfortable at any point, we would just get up and leave.
We had brought our usual gear of a good size bottle cooler, inside a few beers and a bottle of water, along with lunch and snacks, quite a load, but we wanted everything at our disposal for a whole day on the beach. We chose to take the car today for that very reason and also to get close to this side of the beach, for we would have to walk a good distance to get to the ‘clothing optional’ shores from where we were staying. I didn’t mind, I would have walked the whole island in search of a place where Jill felt happy, but the car made everything a whole lot quicker and much easier.
I still was a little unsure whether Jill would actually go through with the stripping off. I was going completely nude, no matter what. I have been waiting for this moment for years. I wanted to lay naked and have the sun beam its rays all over my body. To swim entirely free without the drag of wet material getting stuck to my body in the water, and, more so, avoiding that whole annoying sensation of itchy balls, when the sun bakes your trunks dry, making them crust up with salt!
We walked on for a further 10mins, keeping to the grassy knolls and lower dunes, a good distance from everyone else. Mostly we went by unnoticed, however one couple’s gaze followed us, till we came across some large flat top boulders and tread carefully over them, blocking us from their view. It took a bit of steady stepping to get down, but they offered so much privacy that we wouldn’t be able to see the other nudists at all, unless we were in the sea.
Jill’s body visibly relaxed, and I knew that this was a good place for us to pick a spot.
There was honestly only a small stretch of sand, before it turned into tall grass that went sloping upwards to rocks and dunes which turned into a small woods behind. It wasn’t impossible for others to come from the woods, but it didn’t seem to be a likely path, and if anyone were to come from where we came, we would have good warning to dress if we felt prudish.
I could see why this area didn’t seem so popular to anyone else, for the tall grass and upwards slope of the land, with only a small strip of sand before it ran into sea. It wasn’t ideal for most, yet for us, it was perfect for providing the seclusion we preferred.
So we chose our little patch, dropped our bags and then layered out the towels, before I whipped of my top and shorts in a seemingly singular movement, one which made Jill roar with laughter:
‘Not wasting a single moment… Huh!?’
‘Hell no, why would I?! Ah, this feels good!’, I declared, as I sunk down onto a towel, and went in search for some water and also some sun-cream.
‘Do you want some’, I asked, offering the water bottle.
‘Thank you, honey’
With her back turned to me, I sat staring at her body through tinted shades, following every curve from her head to her toes… Already I probably broke a nudist rule, never raise to the occasion whilst staring at a beautiful woman, when in the buff.
Handing me back the water, Jill noticed my predicament and look astonished.
‘Oh, well aren’t you quick with everything today?’
I just gave her a cheeky smirk, and got the bottle of sun-cream and squirted a good dose directly over my cock and torso.
Jill’s eyes almost popped out of her head. Her mouth fell open and moved in an attempt to form words until, recovering herself, she glanced around with short, sharp turns of her head, checking for anybody about. When satisfied that we were alone, she scooped down and smacked me across the back of my right arm, then took another lighter swipe.
‘You naughty boy, that’s just so bad!’
I couldn’t help but laugh. She stood over me, hands on hips, with an expression of exaggerated scolding until she too smiled, rolled her eyes and looked away.
I set to work on covering my body with cream, my eyes glued on Jill as she now stripped off her camisole and sarong. She stood glazing out to sea in her purple string bikini, her body so toned and yet curvaceous, looking unbelievably striking in the golden glow of the afternoon sun.
A small, naggingly relentless thought kept crossing my mind – just a few knots held those flimsy bits of material together and all I would need to do is tug in the right places. Okay I admit, I was secretly wishing for her to strip completely naked and I can’t be blamed. I wanted to pull her down onto the sands and tear off all that covered her little perks.
She caught me staring, flashed me a smile and winked, then announced.
‘Okay…here goes!’
And with that she rose her hands to the back of her neck, then hoisted the strings that held her bikini up, over her head and down to her boobs. She paused briefly for a moment, took a slow look around and then turned to face me, both hands holding her top up, to keep her girlies still hidden.
‘Are you ready for this?’, she asked and, without waiting for my reply, gave a little flare and swing of her hips, whilst humming a little tune. She dropped one triangle piece of cloth at a time exposing one hard nip at a time. Before rolling the whole top down and over her bottoms. With a stealthy motion she dropped the whole lot, bikini bottoms included, past her knees and down to her feet before springing up into a joyful pose.
‘Ta-da! Well…what do you think!?’
Her skin shimmered under the heat, pearly with tints of rose and with her nest alight in the golden sunshine. She embodied the true likeness of many skilfully painted sirens and nymphs from centuries ago. Conjured up to inspire and overwhelm their avid watchers, created by the imaginations of many, carnally deviant, artistic minds known to this world.
Unfortunately, my mind couldn’t translate this flurry of words to my lips, for the pathway of thoughts had gone awry and travelled south.
”Wow, fuck!’ I replied crudely, “Beautiful, absolutely striking, my love.’, I was able to muster.
I reached for her wrist and pulled her down to me. I literally covered her in kisses through mild protest on her part. After calming my impulses, I decreased the intensity of my smothering and held her, cradled in my lap, stealing kisses at every other breath.
‘Oh I can’t believe it, I really didn’t think I’d strip’
‘Nor did I, to be honest. I thought you would go at least topless, but this is much better. You look incredible and free’
‘Why thank you, good sir! I am just so surprised with myself, I still feel a bit weird, though’
‘That’s probably the Catholic shame installed in you, honey!’ I retorted cheekily.
‘Must be!’ Jill replied sarcastically, raising her eyebrow and giving a slight roll of the eyes whilst smiling.
She attempted to climb off my lap and down onto the beach towel, but I wouldn’t let her go.
‘What?! Are you going to just have me on your lap the whole time we are here!’ She said in amusement.
I shrugged and held her still, but more tightly, as she made lame efforts of getting away. She craned her neck up, kissing my forehead as her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. She squeezed it and gave it some tugs before asking me to let her go for now. I relinquished my hold on her for we were both starting to get hot, and the sun was really starting to catch on our skin. So I took the sun lotion and started to apply it to my wife’s back whilst she took upon herself to cover her front.
Jill offered me her thanks for I also turned the lotioning into a light massage, that obviously lead to me sneaking my hands around her ribs to have a good feel at her ‘beach balls’. She instantly pulled them away and turned to give me a scolding, shortly followed by a playful clip and a further smack across the cock. We hugged and kissed a bit more, till we relaxed fully, basking in the sun, undisturbed and soaking in the peaceful atmosphere. We were loving the beautiful view, and glorying in how lucky we were to get this weather so late in the autumn period, too.
I was relishing it. I really enjoyed the complete freedom and openness of the experience. I think finding our private spot made it easier for Jill. I totally understood her anxiety, but once she let go, she looked phenomenal, her face beaming and all of her pale skin glowed in the bright sunlight.
After having our lunch, which we washed done with a set of beers, it took a while to encourage Jill to come out of our nest of long grass, that kept us quite hidden from most eyes and to venture down to the sea for a refreshing swim.
As we swam and frolicked in the sea, I could hardly make out the people further down and neither could I catch anyone around our little spot at first, yet after a few more moments someone did catch my eye. I could only make out the vague silhouette of a man. I got pretty annoyed, as it appeared that he was choosing a spot near ours to settle down. I thought: ‘That’s it, our day of fun will now come to an end.’.
My thoughts had barely concluded when I heard Jill’s exclamation, as she too now caught sight of our intruder. I turned to face her and she looked me straight in the eye and, with a shock for me, shrugged her shoulders with a devil may care expression, before saying,
‘Ah, it’s not like we thought we could be here all by ourselves…anyway it could be fun having some stranger see us completely naked!’
I chuckled, and was really pleased that Jill was dealing with it so well and I told her so, and expressed to her how much in amour I was with her, for which I received a full on hug and smooching, that resulted with me being in a bit of a predicament, again.
The cool temperature of the sea will stall a most raising libido, but a naked, sexy body like Jill’s, smothering me with its warming grasp, seemed to counter-act any icy pool.
The heat of her body seemed to transfer to mine, surging south, I felt a warmth trickle inside, draining down my happy trail, collecting at the root of all sins, till the devil sprouted its horn!
Jill took full advantage of the situation and begun to tease my cock into an even harder state, through gently palming my balls and dragging her nails up my shaft as we held close to each other against the waves.
After a very short while of Jill’s toying with my cock, I felt the growing urge to come. However, warning my naughty wife of it didn’t make the matter any better, for she then chose to rub it even more intensely, bringing me extremely close to the edge, before abruptly stopping, leaving my dick pumping and pining for attention. I craved to release my fluids at that point. Yet, Jill laughed me off when I asked her to finish what she started.
‘Oh, no, Mister, it’s far too soon in the day, there’s much more time for that’, she grasped my dick one more time, kissed me, then pushed back into the water before swimming quickly away to the shore.
Even though I couldn’t really see anyone clearly, I was still concerned with leaving the sea with a raging erection, so I waited and watched as my sexy wife’s body came up and out of the surf. Her pert, round buttocks looked delicious and I yearned to have her even more. She knew exactly what she was doing, when her hips rolled from side to side. Making her tight tush sway and bounce, prolonging my hard-on at sea. She peeped over her shoulder and gave me an air kiss, intentionally wiggling her butt all the way to our little spot in a slow, nonchalant manner. To no surprise of mine, our new neighbour’s gaze followed Jill like a wolf watching a prey.
I honestly couldn’t say I got jealous or mad at the guy, in fact I would have behaved in the same way as he, but what took me aback was him not shying away when Jill came closer, instead he greeted Jill as an acquaintance would. His open friendliness seemed to stop Jill in her tracks. It appeared she returned the greeting before continuing on, past the stranger. However, he called her back and seemed to be asking something from her, which carried on into a small talk, while I waited for my erection to subside. Jill continued to linger, chatting away with this stranger.
I felt no worry from the situation, but tried to hurry up the process of my predicament, so I gazed up to the sky, then the dunes and woods behind Jill and our new neighbour, putting my mind on anything, other than my horniness. At first nothing helped, but slowly I felt the heat draining away and then finally I was in a position to start making my way back to the shore, knowing for sure that the short swim should release the last of my erection. It was an odd thing to witness, seeing my wife completely nude, standing over a naked man, in idle chit-chat. Fuck, it was actually getting me horny again and I felt the hardness of my shaft slap into my thighs as I swam to shore. I had to put my mind elsewhere before I scrambled up the beach, otherwise it would just be an embarrassment to come out of the water with my dick pointing to the heavens.
When I came closer to the shore, I felt my cock was in a much better state to exhibit without drawing attention and I had lowered my horn quite a bit. It had helped that I saw Jill was moving away from the stranger, over towards our towels, whilst I swam towards them, not providing my mind with any further food for thought.
Yet, as I came to the edge of the beach and started my way through the grassy sands, I was left dumbstruck.
What I saw surprised me to no end. Jill had grabbed her sarong, wrapped it around her waist and put on her sunglasses. She, further more, went down into a squat and bent forward to rummaging through our bags. With her back directly to this stranger, which, she must have known, would show all of her ass and pussy lips in one , even if they were slightly veiled by her sarong. The guy had his head completely turned in her direction and was getting the most out of the beautiful view he had of my wife! He didn’t even batter an eye in my direction, and I was starting to grow very mixed feelings about it. Half indignant over his lack of care towards my response, on the other hand I was thinking he came off pretty brave, which is to be admired, in some light. Again, something primal surged within me, it wasn’t jealousy or anything like that… it was difficult to understand it for what it was, but I was feeling an excitement under my skin and begun to get horny all over again.
Distractingly, Jill at this point punched up her small fist in the air, then turned to face the guy. She yelled that she had found it, before bouncing to her feet and making a bee line little skip to her new acquaintance! I stood truly unknowing what had passed between them and didn’t know what it was she had searched for.
After a brief pause I took up a slow paced walk towards them, not wanting to rush and look as if I was overly protective or jealous. All seemed okay, and if my wife was relaxed to be half naked in front of this stranger, then he posed no threat and must be a pleasant enough guy.
Jill had now reached his bathing area which was a little off to the left and ahead of our spot. She then dropped to her knees and handed over a lighter to the naked, middle aged guy, who placed a long, white stick between his lips which he set alight before giving back the lighter to Jill. He produced a few misty puffs of smoke. Jill caught the sight of me and gave me a huge smile, then waved me over to come and join them.
When I came within about 10 yards, a familiar scent caught my nose and the possible conversational topic earlier became clear, I figured, yet the scene was bewildering, for this was the first time I’ve ever experienced Jill being entirely naked in public (the sarong didn’t offer much coverage, and this guy’s already seen her undressed, during Jill’s parade up the beach). What shook me more so was her completely relaxed demeanour over it. She hardly blinked in welcoming me back, even teasing me for being so far behind, before introducing me to her new acquaintance.
Marcel smiled and reached out to shake my hand. His eyes took in my softened cock, dangling between my legs and he seemed quite interested in its appearance, so much so that I felt a wave of shyness come over me. It also made me want to have a look at his, and frankly it was a good piece of meat he was packing himself. His limp dick was quite slimmer in comparison to mine, and although he was uncut like myself, his pink tinted helmet constantly poked out of its turtle neck. It was as if his foreskin was too short or the cock head swollen at this moment, more likely.
Jill’s cough and nudging of my arm distracted me from further inspection of Marcel. I took the joint offered to me by my wife after she released a pungent puff of smoke, with a big grin slowly spreading across her face.
After I took a deep drag, I gazed over Marcel’s body and can say for the rest of him, that he was in a fine, good state. Slimmer than myself and less toned or defined muscularly, but his body had a look of strength, like aged roots. He had quite a bit more body hair than myself. Mostly around his chest and arms, yet it didn’t travel so thick down his legs. I would say that he seemed to be in his mid-forties, and later I found that to be pretty accurate. All in all, he was a very handsome man, his thin goatee giving him a whimsical look, which suited him very well. He came off quite distinguished, even while being completely naked!
Jill seemed to be rather interested in him too, for her eyes rarely left him. She neither made any attempts to cover her study of his body, which made me chuckle inside, although I hid it poorly behind my smile. When questioned, I said to Jill that it’s the effects of the weed and after my second toke I passed the joint along to its creator.
As we all seemed comfortable with one another and neither Jill nor I were making a speedy departure, I offered Marcel to come and bring his stuff over to our spot. Jill had a look of pleasant surprise. I had thought that the little connection between them, would suggest that my invite would be welcomed by Jill too. One that was not likely to be refused. Respectfully, Marcel looked to see if Jill was okay with this and her bounding to her feet with a gleam in her eyes, made it quite clear that she was.
Marcel rolled to his knees, showing off an even paler side to him, then grabbed his satchel and towel to carry over to our spot. I stayed alongside him, making small talk as we crossed the distance to where Jill sat waiting on her knees going through our cooler for drinks. Marcel placed his towel next to Jill, who would now be placed in the middle, with myself to her left and Marcel on her right.
As I took to my towel Jill handed one beer to me first, then the other to our new companion, and I could see the delight in her smile for his presence.
What crossed my mind at that point was, that here my beautiful wife sat topless, under the blazing sun, sea rolling and crashing, situated between two naked men with a joint in one hand and a beer in the other. This cheeky pussy of mine, really had got the cream! The thought made me roar with laughter in my head. Jill was soaking up the attention. She leaned back on her elbows looking out to the sea, a little high and getting tipsy from the beer, I could see. All the while being d***k in by myself and Marcel’s lingering gaze.
A few beers later and I was gagging for a pee. Announcing I would go to relieve myself, I checked to see if Jill would come or be okay with me being away for a little while. She said she didn’t need to go, but joked with a show of her fists, that Marcel would have difficulties trying to snatch her away. So I made my way up and around one of the dunes alone, until I was a few trees into the woods. With a quick look around, I relaxed and urinated, feeling the freedom of the act and thrilled at our meeting with this rather cool and interesting gentleman.
I found his quirky nature and mannerisms entertaining. Marcel was a very interesting person, with his stories of life in Paris where he currently lived and some from the other places he spent time travelling to. All which made me even more attracted to him. I could tell that Jill was of the same persuasion. She seemed comfortable, even quite cosy, in his company, like old acquaintances, and I begun musing over whether she would be interested in spending more time with him.
I puzzled over how to broach the subject of meeting up with Marcel again over the next couple of days, but thought better of trying to plan such a thing. Instead I rested my mind and took a mindset of allowing things to come as they may. Anyway, just spending time naked on the beach with a total stranger was thrilling enough, whatever came after, I’d leave to the fate. But, for me, all so far was exciting enough and I wondered how well they were getting along without me. Some of the thoughts that crossed my dirty mind, made the short walk back a bit trickier, as I was sporting a semi hard dick that swung heavily on the uneven surfaces, which I was easily distracted from, by the images floating in my head.
On my return, I quickly noticed that we had been joined by a very prominent new friend: Marcel’s cock! At full mast, it hung over his left thigh directed at my wife. In fact, her hand was but a few inches away from touching it. It was, most likely, only moments earlier within the palm of her hand, my imagination can usually run off on a tandem with such matters. Yet, the slightest of smirks and her raised eyebrow lead me to believe that she was, without a doubt, responsible for Marcel’s predicament, and, with her being in an obviously playful mood, she wasn’t giving anything away and would leave me waiting for details that I didn’t press for at this moment. Instead I complimented Marcel’s situation and quibbled with him about not having to stand to attention when seeing me. At first Marcel was a little puzzled with my statement, but with a quick explaining of the term, he quietly laughed and said ‘nice one’. I assured him that I was aware that my reappearance wasn’t the only cause for his excitement and enquired if he had had a helping hand. This time he got the pun straight away, but flashed guilty eyes at my wife.
Now being ratted out by our new acquaintance, Jill blushed and meekly said: ‘Ah well, you know, it’s just that it was, well there, and I was wondering what it would feel like in my hand’.
‘I bet, and what stopped you from seeing how it tasted too?’ I mocked.
‘Well, you did come back sooner than I expected,’ she said with such a stern face, it put us into a quiet stance, broken only by the tingling of my naughty wife’s giggle behind her delicate hands. Which then sent us all into a roar of laughter.
‘So, how was it then?’
‘Oh well…it was….’
‘I was asking Marcel’, I snipped in with a snottiness that amused Jill, breaking her mid-sentence and catching Marcel by surprise. He got the jest I was having with Jill nonetheless and muffled his laughter to reply.
‘It was very pleasant, but to be honest, she hardly got to touch it properly. So I can’t really give much description, I’m sorry’.
‘Oh really, well maybe you would like it if my wife continued, or maybe I could, if you wish?’
The expression on both Marcel and Jill had me creasing and doubled over, just the response I was fishing for. When they both figured out that I was pulling their leg a bit, they shared a look of mocking despair, then glared at me as I dropped down, and finished off my beer.
I scrabbled up my towel to lay beside Jill, who was looking absolutely stunning with her chest bare. Her nipples were as hard as little pebbles, glowing bronze under the rays of the sun, catching my eye and Marcel’s too. I let them travel down her smooth toned tummy and felt myself getting hard as I looked at her little tuff of dark curls wrapped under the sheer material of her sarong. I took a peek at Marcel and found him doing the same, his shades couldn’t hide his obvious stares.
‘God, you guys are really having a good look!’ Jill exclaimed suddenly in a very jovial voice.
‘Would it help if I removed this’ she asked, indicating to her sarong by running her fingertips along under the brim.
‘It would, that’s a very good suggestion, my love!’
‘I wouldn’t mind. It can only improve the situation…’ chimed in Marcel, amused at his own comment.
Jill glanced over her shoulder, looking from my face to Marcel’s, shaking her head in obvious dismay at our perving natures, then gave a smile in response, before she begun to remove the thin purple silk, covering her hips and thighs. She had to get up on her knees to do so, intentionally giving Marcel and I a great view of her ass. Both pert curves raised so high up, that her pale rosy lips hung temptingly between her soft toned legs.
‘So how’s that then?’ Jill teased, giving us a demure look over her shoulder and a little wiggle of her tushie.
‘Oh, I need to pee now, I’ll be back in a bit!’, she then exclaimed surprising us both and without looking back or saying another word she carried her sweet butt, swaying it suggestively, down through the tall grass. As she came to the shore and waded into water to about knee high, Jill whipped her head round to flash us a smile, before diving out to deep water to relieve herself.
As we held our eyes intently upon my wife’s incredibly sexy figure, Marcel and I chatted. He seemed interested about our relationship, asking how long we’ve been together, where we first met and the such. I got to enquire about his relationship status and his lifestyle choices, before he too had to go and relieve himself. Jill was still in the water at that point, so I decided to join her and enjoy a short swim or, more so, a sneaky fondle. When I reached her she was surprised, but swiftly wrapped her smooth legs tightly around my waist and begun kissing me with such passion, I forgot to keep myself afloat. I had to flap about a bit to drift easy and it unfortunately shortened our embrace. Jill splashed at me playfully and I chased her back to the shore, catching her every once in a while, stealing kisses and a sneaky grope. Jill swatted me away, making weak attempts at evading my capture but put lots of cheeky flare in her quick dash to the beach, which made me laugh and my heart swell with love for her.
I followed Jill back up the sandy beach to our towels, hand in hand. That simple intimate act in the nude, charged me with such excitement I couldn’t help but start frantically kissing Jill from her neck to her cheek.
My body really can’t hide my impulses that well and I was soon sporting a snookle between my legs that Jill gave a good slap to and told me to hide. I couldn’t figure how I was going to be able to do that, and thought why even bother. I knew we were relatively out of everyone’s view, so I felt more carefree, and it had become later in the day, I could see the beach was far less occupied when we were out in the sea. When we came back to our towels, Marcel was stretched out on his back. He jested about us having more than just a swim by indicating with a raised eyebrow towards my cock. We laughed and joked that he had missed out, causing Marcel to gesture despair.
‘Ah well, you can’t win them all, my friend’ I said to Marcel prior to dropping down onto my own towel. He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders, but my words didn’t catch his attention for he was too busy soaking in my wife as she stood bent over slightly, drying herself off with her tits hanging like beautiful fruits in the sun. Her body was absolutely mesmerising in the golden glare of sun, shimmering off her silky skin. Our eyes were glued to my wife and as she turned her head, she looked towards Marcel then to me. When our eyes met, she smiled cheekily, before squishing her soft tushie back on to the towel and saying: ‘If you are going to stare at me all day boys, then at least you can not let me burn? Are neither of you going to offer to put some cream on me?’
Dumbstruck, absolutely dumbstruck, is all I can say about our reaction to Jill’s query! I couldn’t muster much of a response, I was c***dishly laughing at her comment of us offering to put some cream on her, knowing it was more than an unintentional pun. So I decided to play along and made an incline of my head towards Marcel making it obvious that he should have the honour. Jill swung her head to Marcel, eyebrow raised and held out the bottle of sun screen to him.
‘Well?’
I knew Marcel wouldn’t refuse, but he did hesitate before taking the cream from Jill, as she turned onto her chest and exposed her round tush to the sky. He gave me a glance to check with me if I was certain and okay with him putting his hands all over my sultry wife. I was utterly bemused with the proceedings and could just about return a nod to show I would be okay with the matter. Yet to make sure that they both knew I was happy with Marcel providing such a service I told him, ‘Be my guest, and, if you don’t mind, would it be okay if I rolled us another joint?’.
‘Of course, I would have done so, but my hands will be kept busy for a little while now, I would say’.
‘Hmm, I bet’ I smirked and returned his wink, before enquiring where he kept his rolling stuff.
‘It’s all in the front pocket’, Marcel directed me, as his hands had taken their first touch onto Jill’s skin.
I felt the pulse in my groin start up again, but to distract myself a little I stretched out to reach for Marcel’s rucksack to get all that was required to make a fresh joint.
I took a lot longer than it would normally have taken me to skin up, but I seemed to have the same sort of distraction Marcel was having, for he too was taking a lot of time to cover Jill’s petite figure with the sunblock. He had only just finished her back and was working on Jill’s calves having avoided her bum, by the time I had the doobie lit.
I had watched Marcel’s cock raise simultaneously with mine, from the start of his sunscreen massage up till this point. With the heat and the day’s new escapades, I witnessed both our cocks take on a constant change of state, neither reaching full hard-ons, however, each sported a network of bulging bluish purple veins and each had the look of readiness. It was when Marcel had reached for my wife’s pale cheeks, and had started to caress the beautiful creamy mounds, that my cock took on another level, it surged with filling fluids making it protrude away from my body. The mushroom grew and unveiled itself from within the folds of my foreskin. A shiver of excitement ran across my testicles, causing the tubes within to knot into tight coils like a snake preparing itself for an attack. The hardness of my cock at this point to be honest, was bordering on painful and I had to f***e the rigid shaft downwards to release the built up pressure. I saw that Marcel had caught the state of my dick and he stared intently with his bluish grey eyes wide open, while I attempted to calm my enthusiasm. His pole began to mimic my own as he continued to glaze at it whilst fondling my wife’s butt cheeks, spreading them with sweeping gestures to expose her pearly clam shell. He gave me a grin as his eyes directed mine to the petting he was giving my wife, which was followed by an inquisitive expression. I didn’t quite understand at first but realised he was asking if it was okay for him to explore Jill’s hidden sweets. I know I should really put such a question to Jill first before giving any consent, however, the relaxing mood and devil may care attitude she was presenting this day, meant that she would be alright with everything I was alright with. So giving just a smile, I conveyed to Marcel that his advancement would be welcomed.
Marcel didn’t hesitate, his fingers slid smoothly between Jill’s beautiful cheeks once again, and although I couldn’t see it clearly, I knew his fingers had just rubbed against her pussy. Jill purred and hummed softly whilst Marcel’s hands spread her butt cheeks further apart, giving him a better view and much greater access to Jill’s slit. Her mouth fell open and a whispered moan escaped over her lips, as Marcel’s fingers traced along side Jill’s outer labia and around her rosebud. I was craning my neck to watch every stroke and to see how his sleek touches on her pussy and anus affected my wife. I took my second deep drag, enjoying this unique experience, hoping that when I offered the joint to Jill, it wouldn’t break her reverie and make her too conscientious. I knew this was a totally strange and obviously exciting event for the both of us, yet I assumed that Jill was enjoying the attention greatly. So I worried not and gave a nudge on her flared out elbow, where she rested her head upon and held out the joint for her turn to smoke. All the while I held the white plumes from escaping my filled lungs, the stuff was really good and I could feel my head swarming with soothing haze all over again.
My cock had taken a liking to its new style and wasn’t going to go down easily, no matter the persuasion, it even started to look a tad angry in the glowing rays of the sun, under lack of any attempt to curb its hardness. Jill physically shook at seeing my dick erect and exhibited so freely, I felt that the joint was sucked on far more strongly then required and that her thoughts were focused on other things. She reached out and curled her fingers around my shaft and squeezed on its trunk, making the mushroom head grow to fruition and produce its first drop of dew. Snatching the droplet on her fingertip, she brought it to her mouth to balm her lips with my juice and then took another inhalation.
Twisting after her second puff, Jill came to rest on her elbows, but this time with her chest held up facing the sun.
‘Just the front now…oh!?’ Frozen in mid-sentence, Jill looked taken aback by Marcel’s equally obvious excitement. She held her gaze, perplexed and speechless, staring intently at his scythe.
‘Well, it seems I have made quite an impression on you!’ She mocked with her smile flexing.
Marcel’s pole hung threateningly over Jill’s tits, bobbing with the slightest of movements and glistening at the tip.
Marcel smiled, unashamed of his erection, and I could fully understand, for his cock was quite unique. With its upwards curve and bulbous head stretching up from a nicely thick trunk.
Overall, stout in size, his cock hardened into an impressive shape that was captivating Jill’s attention.
I too found myself quite mesmerised by its stature, but broke myself away to watch Jill become insatiably horny, I think this is one of the most exhilarating experiences one can witness with their wife or partner.
The heat rising within, shown by the reddish tones warming her skin and that intent gaze, lust, pure and uncomplicated. For when they cross that boundary of inhibition, ready to pounce and sate, that deep hunger, it is the true beauty to me.
I caught that look and felt it within me too, the whole of Jill cried out to me, I craved her. I wanted to take her there in front of our new friend, in front of the world even.
And I wouldn’t have cared, I would have fucked her so deeply and lost myself completely in my desire for her.
Looking across, I again begun to stare at the exotic fruit that protruded from Marcel.
I caught his eyes bearing down on my wife, filled with her form, and I knew we were all suffering the same urges.
I sensed also a yearning to explore the thrill of something new, someone new. My eyes wandered up and down Marcel’s body. I could envision my fingers dragging across the dark mat of hair that adorned his chest, leading them down the thick path to the nest of curls that encompassed his trunk. All around his thighs and covering his entire ball sack in a thin wispy moss.
I envisioned grasping his cock right at that huge base of his, then spreading my fingers out under his shaft to cup his hairy balls. Feeling the soft looking strands, and twisting them around in my fingertips. I wondered if he would like it, he had been giving me as much of a looking as he did Jill, which I supposed had helped in us becoming so friendly, in an incredibly small amount of time. He just seemed so open and honest – fuck, I was letting him touch up my wife and she was obviously enjoying it.
This was totally surreal, but I realised that actually I was enjoying it very much. The sight of Jill’s body exposed, and in the palms of another man’s hands got me so excited, that the ache in my balls and shaft was becoming ever more painful. I was also getting turned on simply by their interactions, their bodies were in a subtle and almost still dance of carnal seduction. Marcel’s cock stayed practically rigid apart from when he would move ever so slightly, making his pole sway from side to side or bob under the weight of its bulbous head. Although trying to shield her interest through her tinted sunglasses, I could see the effect his hard-on on was having on Jill. She even stammered when offering the joint to Marcel. He held up his hands to indicate that they were covered with cream and of course, preoccupied with still massaging the lotion into Jill’s fair skin.
Jill took the joint, twisting it around she brought it to Marcel’s lips for him to inhale. Once Marcel had taken a toke Jill suddenly bent down, took a deep drag and held her face directly in front of his cock. It appeared that she was going to devour his member as her mouth opened wide into a big O.
However to both mine and especially Marcel’s surprise, Jill released a perfect circle of smoke and blew it over Marcel’s helmet, making his pole quiver like a bamboo in the wind. Marcel exhaled out the intoxicating fumes prematurely from his lungs, coughed wildly with a look of complete bewilderment. It appeared that he was about to do one of two things, panic and jump completely out of his skin or blow his entire load at that very second. He just about composed himself, when I let out a booming laugh that shook Marcel and made Jill turn and give me the biggest smile I had seen on her for ages!
She was in such a playful mood that thrilled and excited me to such an extent that I was impulsed to give her the biggest and wettest kiss I could muster for her beautiful self.
‘That was cruel, honey!’
‘Ah, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad?’ Jill enquired of our friend with a raised eyebrow.
‘Surprised… is the best I can offer!’, stated Marcel attempting a second try at holding in his smoke.
Jill took this opportunity to mock going down on Marcel again, causing another f***e exhale of puff followed by a muffled coughing.
Through gritted teeth and in a harsh, smokey voice Marcel offered back the almost burnt out joint:
‘Here, it wasn’t meant for me to enjoy!’
Jill giggled and laughed, promising not to do it again, but Marcel shirked it off and held out the offending article to Jill and myself to finish off.
‘I’m good, having your terribly sweet lips so close to my cock, has my head swarming far too much anyway’, Marcel explained.
‘It’s what a girl always wishes to hear!’ She retorted before taking the blunt offered to her and having a quick inhale before passing it back over to me to end it.
‘It’s really cool to get the opportunity to have a good smoke in such a beautiful place. I’m so glad we got to meet you and not just for the smoke, you honestly seem like a cool guy!’ I complimented Marcel.
‘Same here for you both, it’s an absolute pleasure to spend this day with you.’
Although Marcel’s words were sincere, I could sense from the direction of his gaze and for the look in his eyes, along with the prominent feature between his legs, his words were more about my wife.
‘Thank you, and just so you are aware, you have a wonderful talent for applying lotion, even if you forget to do both sides!’ Jill replied after giving him a quick cheeky wink.
‘Oh merde, it slipped my mind! I can’t imagine how that happened. My hands are covered in cream too, so I put it down to you distracting me!’
I could see that the sweet high had taken its toll on Marcel, as well. He was pausing between his words and his eyes were all glazed over, yet transfixed upon Jill’s naked body.
‘Should he continue on then, honey, and finish your front?’ I interjected, wanting to enjoy watching Marcel massage my wife’s legs and tits.
Knowing too well that this would really set Jill’s heart racing and make her so deliciously wet and horny, that I really wanted to encourage it. When Jill turned her head towards me she looked somewhat puzzled.
‘I know you can do it yourself, but after your little prank, I think Marcel would really enjoy it and it’s only fair,’ I stated.
‘Uh-huh, it’s all about the fairness! Nothing to do with you enjoying it the most?’ Jill put to me with a mocking pout.
‘I wouldn’t say exactly the most, but it’s fun to watch’. I retorted.
She let her eyes drop to my hard, aching cock and gave me a knowing smile before telling us that she really would like Marcel to finish her off.
“Looks like my husband doesn’t mind a complete stranger touching me up!’ Jill joked.
I could only responded with a huge grin and a shrug that made Jill smirk at my attitude.
‘So here you go, Marcel,’ Jill said as she put the lotion bottle in his hand.
Without a breath, Marcel had his hands covered in cream and was working the lotion into Jill’s décolleté, moving in loose downward circles.
‘So how do you find being naked outside?’ Marcel asked.
Whether he was just sparking up a conversation to ease himself or to fill the silence and distract from his hands nearing my wife’s tits, but it worked and Jill looked totally comfortable with Marcel’s fingers curling around her pale orbs and avoid any form of awkwardness from the action.
‘This really is our first time doing this,’ Jill said: ‘We were… Well actually I was more nervous than Jack about coming here and even worse, about getting completely nude in public.”
Jill’s nipples were now beaming red in colour and had become such sharp points that her areolas had shrunk dramatically, making her peaks stand out even more from her huge pale breasts. I wanted to suck them as much as I would on an ice cold lolly in this heat! And as Marcel’s fingers tweaked around and gently squeezed them, I felt a small spurt of pre-cum shoot straight from my balls, right up to the dome of my shaft, not yet breaking through but held like a mouthful in mid swallow in the throat. I could hardly watch my gorgeous wife swimming in pleasure over this new sensation without wanting to take hold of my cock and yank it, till I could empty my aching balls all over her luscious body.
Marcel thankfully continued his conversation which broke my musing, before I went beyond the point of no return and blown my load through over-excitement. He also moved his hands away from Jill’s breasts, briefly applying cream to Jill’s arms, which she thanked him for, before he moved back downwards to Jill’s tummy. My wife seemed to purr under his touch as his slick hands stroked her there and it got louder as Marcel’s fingers sculpted her hips and pelvis.
I had to quickly distract myself and added into the conversation my doubts of Jill actually going through with our little exhibit.
‘It would have been an awful shame if you hadn’t, I can tell you’, Marcel commented: ‘It’s extremely rare to have a woman with a stunning figure and striking looks like yourself to be so free and confident in the open with all bared!,’
‘Oh you are too kind, but it’s really polite of you to say so’, Jill commented.
‘Really, it’s the truth’, Marcel protested.
‘Don’t fret too much my friend, I’ve spent years trying to convince her of this’, I told him: ‘You would think that baguette of yours would give her some clue that you are being honest, huh?!’ I sighed and gave a slight chuckle.
Marcel started to laugh in earnest, which sent us all in a bout of laughter till we fell into a small series of coughs, having dry mouths and throats from the smoking.
I reached into our cooler and procured a bottle of water to pass around.
Marcel drank deeply to recover his voice, and offered to continue after he had soothed his raw throat. But Jill said it was quite alright, thanked Marcel and took the cream to finish off her legs before asking for her turn with the water.
Jill’s demeanour caught my interest, it was as if she wasn’t paying attention or was distracted by something. I quickly scanned the beach to see if someone had discovered our little seclude haven or anything else that may have drawn her attention away, but nothing stood out of the ordinary and I felt more comfortable knowing we where left alone in our little place, with only our new friend as an addition.
Yet still I wondered what it was, however when I looked back at my wife it dawned on me. It appeared that all her focus was on switching her focus from Marcel’s swollen organ to mine.
I gave her a few more moments to enjoy whatever musing she was having before I interjected by saying, ‘Something on your mind, my love?’
Totally thrown off guard, a flush of crimson spread across my wife’s high cheeks. When Marcel turned his attention to Jill, the heat travelled down and washed over her chest too, making the paleness of her breast stand out as much as her stone hard nipples.
I chuckled under my breath, and waited for Jill to compose herself a bit, yet although she turned her head away from me, with Marcel watching her so intently, she had to turn her face away from his, so she lay resting on her elbows, gazing out through the tall grass towards the open sea. Face stern and unflinching, Jill looked adorable whilst attempting to hide her not so difficult to imagine thoughts.
I pushed myself forward, making sure that my face was in Jill’s line of sight and repeated my inquisition. Raising one eyebrow I asked, ‘Well?’
Jill nonchalantly turned her head and looked me square in the eyes, cracks in her porcelain doll like face begun to show, but in her determination at being mysterious, my beautiful wife wasn’t giving anything away!
‘Well what?’ Jill enquired.
Marcel clocked on the little interplay between us and found himself endeared with Jill’s expression and behaviour, chuckling because of it too.
‘What were you thinking about?’
‘Oh…’
I waited. And gave her a bit more time, then smiling to myself I pressed on.
‘Honey?’
‘What?!’ She snapped, but broke into a spout of laughter, bending over on herself and hugging her knees.
As her amusement subsided, she turned to me and asked if I honestly wanted to know what was on her mind. I looked at Marcel, he was puzzled, but intrigued, I felt.
‘I believe we would both like to know’.
She flicked her head around to look at Marcel, he flashed a smile and nodded at her to encourage her to divulge her musings.
She turned her head back round to face me, although not before having another quick look at Marcel’s groin I had noticed.
‘Okay, if you insist. I was wondering exactly how heavy are your balls right now… Both of yours, they look swollen’.
I was somewhat surprised by her train of thoughts, but highly amused, Marcel on the other hand was just dumbfounded for the second time that day!
‘Maybe you should just have a feel of them, then. Just to see’, I jested.
‘OK!’
What came next shocked me to the core. In a flash, Jill’s delicate hands shot out and reached directly between our legs, cupping both sets of balls. The movement was so sudden that we both flinched and instinctively tried to pull away, but having gripped them with such a strong grasp neither of us were able to do so, and got a greater shock by trying!
‘Uh-uh,’ Jill mocked, ‘There is no escaping’, she teased as she held even tighter on our testicles.
Although Jill wasn’t really holding us to any point of pain, every man will feel the same sense of giddiness when our prized jewels are held in such a manner. But the subtlest of changes to that grip can take a guy to a whole different place. And with that change of pressure my knowing wife was obviously wanting to go down that route.
‘Wow, they are so heavy, both pairs of them. Mmm, so they must be quite full?’
‘Most likely, although there is only one possible way to find out’, I replied with a smirk uncontrollably creasing across my face.
Marcel laughed and his cock bounced with every chuckle, each bob of his meat unmissed by Jill as she continued to cradle his balls.
‘Huh, what are you suggesting, something more than just holding your balls, I bet? You perv!’ Jill joked.
‘I wouldn’t dare,’ I smirked: ‘But neither would I hinder!’.
‘Oh really, is that so?’
Jill looked at me with such beauty, her dark amber eyes glowing over the rim of her shades and her rosy lips so inviting. I fell upon them, diving my tongue deep into her hungry mouth, rolling her tongue with mine as I held her face in my hand. Then I travelled down her side and ran my fingers softly over and under her smooth legs, tracing down to her tight butt so as to reach for her plump lips. Marcel on the other hand had the palm of his hand running over her soft belly and inching it closer to the small patch of turf upon my wife’s mound.
As I pressed my lips even deeper on Jill’s, I knew the moment when our new friend had found my wife’s pleasure button, for her hand crushed my pole, and I imagine Marcel’s too, with such f***e that my cock ached from her grip and I groaned simultaneously with Marcel.
Jill moaned uncontrollably in my mouth. The thrill of her being pleasured by another whilst we kissed, got me so horny and gagging for a release from the pressure in my balls. I wanted to devour her. I drove my tongue into her gaping mouth and teased her tongue to flick against mine as I invaded her pussy with my fingers from below.
The double attack on her inviting fruit, caused Jill to arch up, as spasms wreaked her body. I peeked down to see Marcel’s index and fore fingers slip over my wife’s hood, spreading out as they travelled across her moist folds but pinching in as he moved them back up, to hit her target. He made this movement several times with great results. For Jill was practically doing somersaults, obviously pining on each downward stroke for that strike on her glowing clit.
Jill released Marcel’s cock and gripped mine with both hands, one over the other from the base of my shaft as Marcel had sunk down between Jill’s open legs. As his hands wrapped around Jill’s thick thighs, his head drove down on her soft mound and in a blink he covered her sex, producing a note of pure lust from my wife. That sound caused a spurt of precum to ran down my frenulum and hang on a long sticky strand that stuck onto Jill’s knuckles that were still wrapped around my pole. Upon seeing this, Jill looked me straight in the eye and gave me a look of pure fascination and lust. With continual eye contact she dipped her head lower to where her hands held my aching pole, with a long drawn out flex of her tongue she licked the juices from the back of her hands. Then she began to slur up the strand still connected to my shaft all the way up to the helmet, with her lips rolling over the purple dome, from one side to the other, smearing the remaining precum all over. The tingling sensation caused by her coating of my mushroom sent my body into waves of pleasure, before she set about to stabbing the little cleft in my helmet with the pink tip of her tongue making my balls lurch and buck.
As Jill’s lips then encircled my swollen helmet, I watched this perfectly accommodating stranger stretch out onto his chest between my wife’s gorgeously toned thighs and cover her slit even more with his mouth.
Jill gasped and my cock flipped out from her lips as she involuntary arched her back, groaning from the sucking Marcel was giving her puffy mound.
It was at this point, that I realised this could be the time that I had been fantasying about for many years, the fantasy that we have had long and very heated fucks over, from very early on in our relationship, Jill experiencing another man’s cock in public!. Already she had his cock and balls in the palm of her hand, and now here he was sucking on her clit making her squirm in the sand. I took a quick scope about and was pretty shocked to discover that our activity was still unexposed to others. We had truly chosen a great spot to keep hidden, in fact if it wasn’t for our secluded little spot, none of this would have occurred.
Fortunately Jill’s sucking skills kept me at bay and from spurting my load all over her mouth, it gave me the time to whisper to her how sexy she is for letting another man taste her sweet pussy, and if she wanted she could let him fuck her. With this she let my cock plop from her lips and gazed at me for all of two seconds before asking ‘Really…are you sure, baby’.
I instantly assured her that it is what I wanted and how I have been waiting for this moment to come. I then told her how I know she has been wanting this just as much as I and how amazing it would be to see her fucking with this man.
Marcel, to give him his dues, hadn’t stopped licking and sucking at my wife’s juicy pussy whilst we spoke of her being shared with him. Jill’s replies were between gasps of breathes and this last sentence took her over the edge. She let out a muffled cry from around my helmet for she had returned my cock eagerly into her mouth moments before. Her body begun to quiver as she arched her back and came so hard, I heard a loud squirt and soon found out that Jill had shot a small jet of cum across the bridge of Marcel’s nose, causing him to jerk his head slightly back in surprise. When Jill realised what had happen she was quite embarrassed momentarily and even apologised before giving into giggles at Marcel wiping off her cum with his fingers.
‘Maybe you can offer me the same?!’
‘I would love to!’ replied Marcel as he brought his cream covered fingers to his mouth to taste, with the biggest smile spreading across his face.
‘It is always a pleasure to have a beautiful woman as yourself come on me, and if I can give the same in return…I am happy to do so’.
This made Jill smile and I felt it tip her decision of letting Marcel have more than her juices in his mouth and with an air of deep confidence like I’ve never seen before, she rapidly asked, ‘Would you please now fuck me?’
‘Of course’, replied Marcel.
With one last look to confirm consent with myself, Jill hopped up with obvious excitement in her beautiful eyes and eagerness that made me giggle to myself. However, as their bodies came closer together, something of an unease came bubbling up from inside me, causing a deep ache in my chest.
I had read many tales from others who have experienced their wives, girlfriends and partners being shared with another, and I wondered if this was something I would feel if and when we were to experience a moment like this. That instant overwhelming nausea and unease of knowing a great boundary of coupling was soon to be breached.
And I really had, it was very short lived and I let the sensation wash over me, feeling it as more of a release, a lifting of a burden that bound me from a time beyond my memory. The deep breath I felt my body demanding of me, relaxed a tension I hadn’t noticed was inbedded in my muscles, and I recieved a relief that grounded me, allowing my focus to return to watching Marcel caress Jill’s butt and lower back as she spun, and rolled onto her hands and knees moving to face me. Fortunately I had recovered, regaining my composure, allowing me to fill with joy and exuberance. Jill’s returning smile warmed my spirit, and inflamed my carnal desire once again.
I looked Marcel in the eyes and hoped he had the one thing that would make our fantasy become true and I mouthed the word condom to him. He nodded and directed my gaze towards his bag, I reached out and fished for the little silver packet. Once retrieved I launched the condom at Marcel, he grabbed it mid-air and begun to remove it from its wrapper. I dipped my head down to gaze into Jill’s amber eyes, kissed her lightly as Marcel rolled the rubber over his engorged helmet and as far down his huge cock as possible. Jill watched as she rose up and twisted her torso around to face Marcel, grasping his thick cock now he had it sheathed. She backed up and pulled his body closer to hers. With one hand on his shaft and the other holding on to his jaw, she moved in for a deep intimate kiss with him, whilst Marcel wrapped his hands around her ribcage to cup both of her heaving breasts. Marcel stroked Jill’s breasts, exploring every knoll and groove. He playfully squeezed them in his full palms, and held Jill’s tits under his fingers with such intensity that her fleshy mounds appeared caged between them. The vision brought on a jolt within me and I found my hands u*********sly roaming over my groin. I held both of my testicles cupped in one hand, freely tugging on them, as I slowly rolled my foreskin back and forth, over the mushroom of my hardening cock. Blissfully I continued to watch their embrace, rubbing my throbbing dick a little bit more, before releasing it from my grasp and joining them. Taking Jill’s hips, I speared my cock into her belly, causing her to gasp and break her lock on Marcel’s mouth. I begun tracing soft kisses on Jill’s neck, she returned to smooching Marcel as I caressed her slim dimpled bum cheeks all the while grinding myself against her perfectly toned and smooth tummy. I then moved my hand down to her little mesh of dark curls, tugging them gently knowing how much it turned her on. The sensation made her moan softly into Marcel’s mouth and she flicked her tongue all over his before she broke their kiss, and locked soft burning eyes at me whilst edging her bl**d rose lips to mine.
The heat and taste of their passionate kiss lingered and made the embrace with my wife a new experience. Her tongue radiated and pulsed, tingling around and on my mouth as our lips locked. The warmth invited my tongue to explore her mouth, her tongue rolled and met mine, moist and supple it yielded and twisted accordingly, with the tip tucking under in submission. Her hands searched for our heated rods and soon her fingers had curled themselves around our shafts. She let out a little gasp as I slid my hand down her dripping pussy. I parted her lips with my index and wedding ring finger, leaving my middle one to tap rhythmically at her opening, making her tremble and squirm between us. Her juices covered me and with every other tap a droplet of her cum flicked off my fingertip, she was so turned on and beyond any point of caring that I knew the slightest inclination and she’d take Marcel willingly without hesitation. Rubbing my nose softly against hers I was so close that I spoke with a voice barely audible: “If you want him baby, go ahead, put his big fat cock inside you”.
She kissed me even deeper, her hand releasing my cock to stroke my chest and neck, till it disappeared behind her back, grasping her butt cheek to aid in guiding Marcel’s arrow to its desired target.
Just to note, I was in absolute heaven, this ‘menage de trois’ has been our fantasy for a long time, one that was perfectly and naturally executed, and only with the brief moments of jealousy pangs.
Her other hand reached around her plump ass and gripped Marcel’s hardened and ready pole. Craning my neck and grabbing hold of my own cock and giving it smooth long rubs, I watched the top of Marcel’s cock line up and press against my wife’s pink and soaked inner lips. They both groaned and gave off soft moans, as his mushroom sunk completely into Jill’s tight wet cavern. Marcel slid his hands from her perk tits and wrapped them around my wife’s small waist, giving him the power and control to ease his ropey shaft further in. Jill placed both hands on her ass and spread the cheeks wide, opening her pussy for him. After a good look over her shoulder watching his cock begin to slide in and out of her seeping wound, she looked at me with misty, lust filled eyes. I released my cock and placed both hands on her blushing cheeks and kissed her deeply. Her arms came off her butt and wrapped round my neck whilst we smooched. Our lips hardly parted as Marcel begun to pump rhythmically inside my wife. Yet he must have delved deeply at one point for it made Jill break away and she moaned through gasping breathes, urging him on, asking him to go deeper. Whether she was impatient or Marcel was being overly cautious, but Jill had to drop down on her arms to the towel covered sandy ground and push her body backwards into Marcel’s groin to get all of his cock inside her, all the way down to the base of his shaft. This made his head fall over his shoulders and I thought he might then and there blow his load.
I wouldn’t have been at all surprised, I was edging my own cock and getting pretty close to releasing my juices. Allowing myself to get arous