A while back, I booked a break in the sun without our kids. It was only four nights — but Julie and I desperately needed time together.
It was a reasonably priced deal to Maspalomas in the Canary Isles and we arrived at our hotel in late-morning and quickly showered and dressed for the beach.
The twenty minutes’ walk to the vast and quiet beach was well worth it. The sand was smooth but somewhat hot and we paddled in the sea before setting out our towels, applying sun lotion, and lying down to soak up the rays. Other couples were scattered around and it seemed they had a similar idea: relax in peace.
Julie got a bit too warm and decided to cool off in the water. I sat up and watched her tight arse swaying in her bikini pants. Julie is generally quiet, even shy, but she surprises me when I least expect it. This was one of those days. Walking back up the beach, she casually removed her top and her large tits bounced and wobbled as she approached me. I became instantly hard.
“What’s up?” she said, coming to a halt in front of me.
I stared, slack-jawed, and speechless. Seeing my wife topless in public, created a crescendo of buzzes, mainly down below where my trunks were being severely tested. Somehow, they restrained my pumped and eager monster.
“What d’you think’s up?” I finally mumbled, pointing to my groin.
“You’re terrible,” she said, chuckling. “But I noticed there’s a few topless women on here, so…” She shrugged, setting her gorgeous breasts bouncing again.
“Hmm,” I said as she sat on her towel, “want me to rub oil on your tits?”
“I can do that, thank you very much, pervert,” she said, delving into our beach bag.
I watched her massage the lotion into her fleshy mounds and, when I eventually lay back again, it took some time for my hard-on to subside. I was aware of a wet pre-cum mark on the front of my trunks — and a definite sexual desire that needed fulfilling.
As the occasional couple strolled by, I saw husbands checking out Julie’s tits and that increased my urge for sex. “Shall we walk along the beach and see what’s here?” I asked, thinking we might find a private spot.
“Why not?” she said, gathering our bag and towels.
We walked on the sand, occasionally paddling in the surf, and after getting drinks from a beach caravan, we kissed and cuddled as we walked further along the coast without really paying attention to our surroundings.
Suddenly, I realised that we’d reached a section full of naked men. Neither of us had seen so many cocks. Julie’s eyes lit up and her head spun from side to side. We continued walking until we found a deserted spot of beach and I suggested we sit and chat.
“That was awkward,” she said.
I laughed. “You looked like a kid in a sweet shop.”
She nodded, admitting to feeling aroused after seeing so many cocks of varying size. We hadn’t realised it was a nude beach and I pondered the absence of women. I Googled it on my phone and, sure enough, discovered it was a naturist area used by gay males.
“Bet you’d love me to go naked out here, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course,” I said, “why wouldn’t I?”
At that, Julie stood, dropped her bikini pants and strolled calmly into the sea. Yes, she’s full of surprises! I whipped off my trunks and quickly marched to the water’s edge before my cock could rise to full erection. We frolicked in the sea without a care until some of the naked men from down the coast sauntered into view. So we decided to leave and, still naked, headed back along the beach in the direction of our accommodation.
As we ambled along, laughing and enjoying being naked in public, Julie stumbled on a rock — and flopped down on her face. I laughed — then realised she was hurt. I bent to help her just as an older couple strolled towards us. Julie clutched her ankle and they asked if we needed help.
“We saw her tumble,” the gent told me, adding that he knew first aid and may be able to help.
He held Julie’s foot, feeling her ankle and calf. I looked down at my wife and felt excitement brewing again in my trunks. Sorry, I just couldn’t control it.
The Good Samaritan had lifted her leg and Julie’s hairy pussy gaped. I made conversation with his lady, trying to get my mind out of the gutter.
The couple looked like seasoned naturists, deep tans with no signs of white bits. I’d say they were in their sixties, probably retired.
“Your wife’s slightly sprained her ankle,” he said. “She needs an icepack.”
I told him how far we had to walk and the lady said, “Come to our beach house. It’s only two minutes away. ”
Julie spoke for the first time. “We don’t want to be any trouble but, all the same, I’m not sure I could walk to our place.”
I picked up our gear and the gent — “I’m Ken and this is my wife, Brenda” — helped me get Julie across the sand and over a small bridge to their apartment. I couldn’t believe we’d gone to a stranger’s home naked, but I was feeling comfortable in their company. They were a very relaxing and helpful couple.
Ken pressed a pack of frozen vegetables around Julie’s ankle, gave her a couple of pain relief tablets and a glass of Coke. “Just a drop of rum in there. It won’t hurt and should help you relax,” he said and fixed me a cool beer.
We all chatted. I was so at ease that you’d think we’d been friends all our lives. When the frozen package began to melt, Ken wrapped a tea towel around more ice cubes and applied that to Julie’s ankle. He was a man of stature — might be a retired sergeant major — and had a moustache, friendly eyes, and a smile that could light a room. His tanned body looked firm for a man of his years and his dangling penis curved down like a large swollen banana.
Brenda was a portly well-groomed lady with a lovely round arse and a hairy but neat mound between her thighs. Her hair was silver and I guessed she was a teacher or headmistress before retiring. Her breasts had a slight droop, but they were round and still looked firm. Her pink nipples were certainly prominent and, truthfully, I had to stop looking at her as I felt a stirring below.
Ken rubbed the towel up and down Julie’s leg and I guessed the pills and rum had helped numb the pain as her eyes were closed. Then I noticed that Julie’s pussy was glistening. She couldn’t be wet, could she? If so, it must have been a wet dream because her proud breasts rose and sank as her breathing maintained a steady rhythm: she was asleep.
As the drinks flowed, we three chatted and learned about each other’s background. Eventually, the topic of nudity came up. They couldn’t believe it was our first day naked on a beach and marvelled at how comfortable we seemed. I returned the compliment, telling them they looked great and they’d helped us to relax.
“We meditate and do yoga to keep fit,” said Brenda as her husband went to fetch more drinks. “And Ken is a master at tantric massage.” She licked her lips and gave me a broad smile. “He also gives a special and delightful Yoni massage.”
“Yoni massage? What’s that?”
Ken returned at that moment. “It’s a special pussy massage,” he said, handing me another beer.
I couldn’t help it but, at the thought of massaging a pussy, my cock stirred. Sitting naked, there was no way I could hide my growing erection and they both looked at it.
“Judging by your reaction,” said Brenda, her eyes bright and staring at my groin, “it seems you want to know more.”
Inhibitions were all but gone now as Ken sat and continued rubbing Julie’s leg. My cock had definitely taken command of my thinking and I blurted, “We’ve tried swinging a few times.”
They looked at each other, then laughed. “We’re the same, my friend,” said Ken. “We love sexual adventures.”
I nodded and grinned. ”So, about this Yoni massage, could you show me how to do it on Julie?”
At this moment Julie looked up and said, “Do what on Julie?” with a naughty glint in her eyes.
Ken said, “It’s easier if I show you, if you don’t mind.”
I actually meant “explain how it’s done”, but before I had time to correct myself, Julie had opened her legs inviting his touch. He rubbed along her outer lips before probing inside and seeking her G-spot.
Julie’s eyes opened widely; she smiled at Ken, looking longingly into his eyes before closing hers and, arching her head back with the frill of Kens stimulating touch. Her hips rocked and rolled and juice seeped from her hole over Ken’s fingers. I looked at his wife and Brenda instantly spread her firm thighs and began fingering her curly bush and pink slit.
She said, “I told you he was good.”
Julie wriggled and her eyes opened wide. I noticed her nipples were standing to attention, a sure sign of her arousal even before she started to thrust her hips under Ken’s probing fingers.
“Fucking hell!” she screamed, “I’m coming already.”
Ken slowed his movements, allowing Julie’s orgasm to progress to a gentle, almost soothing end. Her eyes were closed again but she continued to tremble.
Placing his hands back on Julie’s ankle, Ken smiled and said, “So that’s a Yoni massage.”
It was the most stimulating thing I’d ever witnessed and Ken had clearly enjoyed it, too — his fat cock was solid and upright.
“Oh, you men,” said Brenda, still probing her pussy, using two fingers now. “You’re both hard and it looks like you’re sizing each other up in a contest.”
I laughed. “Maybe you’re right, it’s a bit of a man thing. Anyway, you tell us… you be the judge. How do we compare?”
“Right,” she said, ”let me see… hmm… Ken’s has more girth but yours looks a little longer.” She put a third finger into her dripping pussy. “Anyway, both are magnificent.”
“Very diplomatic,” I grinned and we all chuckled, Brenda adding a sigh as she stopped playing and licked three sticky fingers.
I’d lost track of time but I saw that it was dark outside. Brenda said we were welcome to stay overnight and I didn’t have much choice, really, as Julie had returned to her sleepy state. In fact, she seemed out cold. I accepted the offer and expressed my gratitude.
“No problem,” said Ken rising from his seat. “If that’s settled, I’ll get some more drinks.”
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I didn’t realise I’d nodded off but I woke still naked — and on my own, feeling a touch fragile. Where are the others? As my head cleared, I heard banging and squealing and got to my feet and wandered about, peering around doors.
Toward the end of the hallway, the noise became louder. I nudged open a bedroom door — and froze.
Ken was ramming his cock in and out of my wife while Brenda squatted on Julie’s face, looking at her husband. I nearly exploded with anger but that initial reaction rapidly disappeared as horny thoughts swept through my brain.
I walked to the bed, lifted my left leg over my wife and faced Brenda. She pulled me into her bosom and I frantically licked, kissed, sucked, and fondled her fleshy orbs. It didn’t take long before I felt Brenda’s body shudder and she flooded Julie’s face.
Finished and gasping, a hand on her pussy mound, Brenda eased back off Julie and, in a flash, my wife was licking my balls and shaft. I half-turned to watch Ken’s furious pounding and, when Julie sucked down my cock, I instinctively began a rhythmic mouth fuck.
Soon Ken reached overdrive and Julie, rubbing her clit while he gyrated his hips, lost control, bucking like a rodeo bull. Dramatically, her body tensed and remained quite still for several seconds until she sighed loudly and shook in orgasmic pleasure.
That pushed Ken to the brink and he yelled, “Oh God, I’m coming!”
All rhythm now went to hell. We thrust and grunted and Ken erupted first, spurting and squirting his full sac of cum into my beautiful wife. And she continued to judder, accepting his hot fluid with a scream of “Don’t stop… fuck me harder!”
At least, I think that’s what she said. It was actually difficult to understand her garbled words while I sprayed my load into her mouth. Julie had cum all over her and some spilled onto the sheets as we lay in a naked, exhausted pile.
Thankfully, Julie’s sprained ankle was much improved when we showered and so we all went to the beach. In fact, we spent the rest of our break with our new mature friends — on the beach or at their place — and they were the perfect hosts! On the second night, I thought it only fair that Brenda should get all the attention. After that, though, it was open house with Ken and I wife-swapping or fucking our own partner to the pleasure and satisfaction of everyone.