Saturday morning, I awoke to find myself alone in their oversized bed. After getting out of bed, I took a shower and got dressed. As I descended the stairs, I encountered Susan, who was wearing nothing but an apron.
“Good morning, sir. I hope you slept well,” she said before kissing my cheek and handing me a flute of mimosa.
“I did, slut and thank you for the drink.”
“My pleasure, sir. Now, if you will follow me, Sir Stan has something to tell you.”
Following her into the kitchen, I couldn’t resist and playfully slapped her heart-shaped derrière.
“Oooh, sir, I expect more of that today.”
“It will be my pleasure, slut.”
Entering the kitchen, she approached the stove while I took a seat at the table where Stan was already sitting. We exchanged our morning greetings, and then Stan shared his plans for the day. I was, of course, fully on board with it.
Susan served the eggs, bacon, and toast. We enjoyed a delightful meal. Susan was enthusiastic about what the day would bring. After we finished eating, she promptly cleared the table and washed the dishes.
Finished, she ran up the stairs to get dressed while we gathered our belongings. The three of us headed out to the car, and I placed the bag in the trunk. Stan suggested that I join Susan in the back seat to help her warm up.
Before Stan could shift the car into gear, we were already making out. Glancing in the rearview mirror, we saw him smile as he engaged the gear and drove away.
“Sir, I’ll suck that beautiful cock if you tell me where we are going.”
“No way, slut. It’s a surprise, and you will like it,” I said as my fingers slipped behind the waistband of her shorts.
I brought her to the brink by the time we arrived at our destination, and she was pleading for release.
“It will be soon enough. Now, everyone out,” Stan said as he exited the car.
Susan spotted the beach and the sign directing visitors to the nude beach. She looked at us with a grin that would make a Cheshire Cat envious.
I retrieved the bag from the trunk and handed it to her, saying, “Carry the bag.”
“Yes, sir.”
The three of us headed toward the beach, where we found the perfect spot. Susan opened the bag and pulled out an oversized beach blanket along with three towels.
“Put the bag down, slut and strip,” I said.
“Then undress us and perform oral sex on us, slut,” Stan said in a commanding voice.
“With people around?” she asked, looking meek.
“Yes, or we leave, and Ricky goes home,” Stan said in a very stern voice.
She removed our clothes and then knelt down on the blanket in front of us. Anyone still nearby had a side view of our slut giving us a blowjob.
Susan alternated between us, performing oral sex on one while giving a handjob to the other. The longer she pleased us, the less the thought of being watched mattered.
A small group of men and women, all naked, approached and observed us as Susan attended to our needs. She became aware of the onlookers and showcased her oral skills with confidence.
There were loud slurping sounds, followed by a pop as my cock slipped from her mouth. Strands of saliva connected her lips to the cock she had been pleasuring.
The spectators participated by performing oral sex on their partners. The sounds emanating from the group were audible to passersby.
Susan was in a frenzy, hearing the moans and groans from the crowd. She felt invigorated and began deep-throating us.
Stan was the first to give her his seed, and she eagerly swallowed all of it. Then it was my turn, and she sucked me dry, consuming my seed. The sounds from the crowd caught her attention, and the three of us watched as the men released their loads into the waiting mouths of their partners.
We observed our audience, and they were still watching us intently. Susan had two strands of cum dangling from her luscious lips. One of the women remarked, “That was the hottest thing we’ve seen here in a long time; thank you.” The rest of the group nodded in agreement and continued on their way.
Stan and I helped Susan to her feet and ran toward the water. Onlookers brazenly watched us as we approached the calm surface, showing no signs of stopping. When we launched ourselves into the refreshing water, it felt invigorating.
We were waist-deep in water, with Susan sandwiched between us. Stan was already kissing her and caressing her tits as I slid my cock in the valley between her ass cheeks.
Susan began to moan as Stan teased her nipple with his mouth and rubbed his finger along her slit. When I touched her rosebud, she flinched.
“Do it sir, push that finger up my ass,” she whispered as another audience gathered nearby.
With a single thrust, my finger entered her.
Stan and I finger fucked her to the delight of the onlookers. Susan groaned and moaned as we brought her to the brink of ecstasy. Stan suddenly stopped, and I quickly withdrew my finger.
She looked puzzled—until Stan spoke: “Follow me, slut, and not a word.”
She obeyed, and I followed closely behind as we waded into the shallow water.
“On your knees, slut,” Stan commanded, gesturing to the five men who were observing. They moved closer, and Stan continued, “This slut will jerk you off.”
The men stood in front of Susan, and she grasped two cocks. With her skillful technique, they covered her tits with thick strands of semen.
The others were watching and stroking their cocks while Stan and I stood on either side of her.
She attended to the other three men, and when it was over, they all expressed their gratitude before leaving.
Stan and I moved in front of her, and she jerked us off. Instead of covering her tits, Susan opened her mouth. Both of us came at the same time, and filled her mouth to overflowing. Her lips were coated in cum which she licked up.
“Slut, you were very good, and you will be rewarded at home,” Stan said as she splashed water on her tits, washing away the cum.
We assisted her to her feet and walked back to our blanket, dressed and headed home.
Upon arriving home, we went straight upstairs to shower. Afterward, we enjoyed the leftovers from last night. Once we finished the meal, we cleared the table, and Susan washed the dishes.
When we finished, the three of us went upstairs to the bedroom.
“Okay, I’m going to watch the two of you before joining in. Now go over to Ricky,” Stan said as he sat in the chair near the bed.
Susan walked over and stood in front of me. “Lie across my lap for your reward, slut.”
“Yes, sir.”
When she was settled, I added, “Remember earlier today what you said about spanking? Well, here it is, slut.”
I raised my hand and gently slapped one cheek, then rubbed it before moving to the other cheek and doing the same.
“Ooh, thank you, sir.”
“You may not thank me when we’re finished,” I said as my hand landed on a cheek.
Each slap landed progressively harder on her cheeks. After fifteen strikes, her cheeks were a light shade of red. I gently rubbed them to ease the sting.
Susan was mewing and swaying her hips as I gently caressed her butt.
“On the bed, slut, get on your knees and face your husband,” I said in a commanding voice.
I joined her on the bed and lay on my back, then told her to sit. She smiled and straddled my face. What a view! Her tits looked amazing!
She looked directly at Stan as she rubbed her pussy over my mouth and extended tongue. Seeing her caress those beautiful twins and pinching the nipples had my cock fully erect.
Susan pressed down on my mouth; I swirled my tongue around, licking up her juice.
“Aaah, that feels so good, but I need that big cock of yours.” Susan moaned as she slid down my body, leaving a trail of her juice.
She took my cock in her hand and lowered herself, taking the full length all at once. Her pussy was like a vice grip, squeezing the hardness inside her.
She was exuberant, moving rhythmically against me as I caressed her tits. As we neared our climax, she leaned down and kissed me with passionate intensity.
That pushed me over the edge; my balls spewed their load. “Aarrgghh! I’m cumming!” I groaned loudly.
Susan wasn’t far behind. “Yes, yes, I’m coming!” she moaned loudly.
We lay there, recovering from our intense orgasms, tenderly kissing one another as my hands lightly caressed her back, tracing the gentle curve of her spine.
Stan allowed us to bask in the afterglow before joining us.
The remainder of the evening was devoted to fulfilling our desires. The pool and hot tub experienced a significant amount of activity.
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