This is the story of our escapades on holiday in Crete in the summer of 2009. My wife and I has been looking forward to a restful time, and some friends had recommended a small resort called Makrigialos on the south-east of the island - not too touristy, but with a good selection of tavernas, bars and shops.
We spent our first few days relaxing in the sun or lounging in beachside cafes. The resort seemed quiet at first, so we had plenty of space on the main beach. That all changed in our second week, for the beginning of August heralded the start of the Greek summer holidays. Suddenly there were Greeks , with their extended families, in their hundreds. The main beach became a hive of activity and no longer offered the peace and tranquility we had been looking for.
Exploring further afield we discovered a fantastic taverna on Diaskari beach a little to the east. Here many of the women were topless, unlike on the main town beach. My wife was keen to follow suit and soon released her heavy breasts, her nipples hardening in response to the warm wind blowing off the Libyan Sea. This made me harden immediately and I was forced to lie face down on the sand to bide my arousal!
After a while my wife asked me to put more sun cream on her back, and I was happy to oblige. I worked the warm cream into her neck, shoulders and back then smeared the excess down her sides so that my fingers brushed the outsides of her breasts. She did not object, so I continued, my stroking becoming firmer as she raised herself on her arms to give me ease of access. Her nipples became like bullets in my fingers. Becoming more adventurous, I began to work up her thighs and to stroke her pussy through the nylon of her bikini bottoms. We reached the point where she was beginning to raise her bottom in anticipation of my cock entering her wet hole.
Diaskari beach is quiet enough to afford some privacy along its 500m length, but not sufficiently quiet for public sex to go unnoticed, so I stood up hoping my tent pole erection wouldn't be noticed, and led my wife to the waters edge. We waded out until the water was chest-height. Her breasts, buoyant in the water, looked magnificent while the chill of the cool sea had turned her nipples to thick, rubbery, deep-brown buds. As we embraced her legs floated up to encircle my waist. I released my throbbing member from its confines as she deftly pulled aside her panties. The sensation of cool water was replaced with the slick warmth of her pussy as I slid deep into her. Arms around my shoulders, she bobbed with the movement of the waves. I could feel her cunt starting to spasm around my cock, milking me to a climax. Abandoning control to her rippling muscles, I spurted torrents of hot cum into her willing vagina.
We held our embrace - I've no idea for how long - until my awareness of our surroundings began to return. The sea bottom bumped against my foot and I realised we'd been drifting back towards the shore, not 10m from another couple sunning themselves at the water's edge. I wondered how close we had been to them as we'd made love, and was filled simultaneously with feelings of shock and promiscuous excitement.
"That was so naughty" whispered my wife, "We must do that again!"