From Fantasy to Reality in The Naked City - Part 7
A Faithful Wife's Wall of Resistance Crumbles
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Author's Note: This is the continuation of the journey of a mature couple attempting to preserve the passion in their marriage. This 11-part series records our 3-day holiday at Cap d'Agde, France (a.k.a. The Naked City) as this couple continues its 'sexploration' of new erotic adventures to see where the journey takes them. This story contains real-life experiences and re-counts actual events of our life. The writer enhanced the story with certain (small) details.
(Chronologically, the following took place approximately one year after 'Greece,' a little more than two years after 'Punta Cana,' and about three years after 'Reawakening')
WARNING: This story is long as it tries to capture the conflicting emotions of a mature wife shedding her inhibitions; a husband both enamored, as well as struggling, with his emotions and expectations; and both dealing with real-life consequences. If you are looking for a quick fuck-and-suck story, this is not for you. But if you enjoy it, please vote and leave a comment.
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Day 2
Edward glanced back at Susan. He noticed his wife's ass moving side to side. Was she grinding on the sheet? He reached over to stroke her legs. He felt Susan twitch, obviously startled by his touch.
Susan turned towards him and smiled sheepishly. Her face was flushed, either embarrassed by the sex they were witnessing, or incredibly turned on from it. He guessed the latter and moved his hand upwards. Surprisingly, Susan parted her legs freely inviting him to move further.
Edward was shocked yet grateful for his wife's receptivity to the surroundings. He sat up and leaned back. He could see the dampness of her arousal between her pretty pink lips, soaked from her own juices. Those lips seemed puffier than usual as she opened her legs to him.
His fingers moved further north, parted her ass cheeks, and found the soft, smooth and hairless flesh of her vulva. He lightly stroked his wife's newly shaved pussy, while his mind immediately started playing games with his psyche. Although he had certainly considered it, and even fantasized about it, he never thought it could happen before this holiday in Cap d'Agde. But there was no doubt he was watching his wife react positively while watching yet another woman experiencing uncontrolled ecstasy as she took a huge cock, a cock that was not her husband's.
And strangely once again, wild visions of his wife changing places with that woman zipped through his mind. Could he actually bear witness to another man taking inordinate liberties with his beloved, watching his cock enter her, hearing her moans of ecstasy, seeing the expressions on her face?
And more importantly, was he prepared to deal with the possessiveness/jealousy issues he would have to work through?
Susan moaned softly as her husband's fingers caressed her pudenda. She could not take her eyes from, and remained fascinated and hypnotized by, the openness of the sex in front of her. The warm touch of her husband elevated the stirrings within her, providing both welcoming relief from the arousal that had been building, as well as a desire for more.
She shifted her attention to the other couple. The German man was obviously trying his best with his much smaller cock, but the woman was much less engaged and kept looking towards her husband fucking the German woman. Susan surmised the woman was going through the motions and perhaps even felt 'cheated' while her husband literally was making the German man's wife scream obscenities of delight while he railed mercilessly against her pussy.
Switching her attention back again, the Italian's body was now bouncing upon his petite lover. The beach was filled with the sounds of sex, the slapping of their bodies against each other, and with such closeness, Susan could hear the squishing of the man's cock driving into the woman's cunt.
And when Sweater woman's screams went from high-pitched wailing to deep guttural moans, there was no doubt her orgasm was approaching. Spurred on by the woman's sounds, the Italian thrust harder, seemingly trying to bury the German woman into the sand.
Meanwhile, the other couple had finished without hubbub. The participants simply laid there, watching their mates fuck wildly. With the couple grunting in unison, even Edward stopped playing to watch the impending climax.
And no one was disappointed. With one huge grunt, the Italian slammed into her one more time and held onto the German's thighs, impaling himself fully within the woman. They both began shaking in simultaneous orgasm, their combined screams and groans echoing through the silent and admiring crowd gathered around them.
Then it was over. The 'show' lasted an impressive ten to twelve minutes and the appreciative crowd gave the participants a generous applause. And curiously, both couples embraced, and the men shook hands as if congratulating each other.
As the crowd dispersed, Edward and Susan watched with fascination as the four participants made their way to the sea. In about knee-deep water, they amusingly splashed water up to their genitals while laughing and smiling, hugging and chatting. They acted so nonchalant; it was as if nothing unusual had just taken place.
Susan's mind was clouded, but her body was a full spectrum of sensations, ranging from feeling flushed and tingly all over, breathing heavy from excitement and nervousness as her mind processed the overload of the sights and sounds of her surroundings.
How could those two couples be so unruffled having sex in front of so many people?
How could they be so clearly tolerant and open-minded about swapping partners?
And what prompted it?
So many questions aside, one thing was becoming clearer. The fuck-show she just witnessed served only to heighten Susan's desire to further explore her own sexuality.
Her thoughts drifted to the day before. While she loved her husband dearly and normally wouldn't think of straying from her marriage vows, it was beyond flattering those guys found her attractive and exhibited an obvious desire for her. She was especially flattered because they were much younger. Without a doubt, it did wonders for her ego.
It was becoming clearer what her husband really intended when he suggested this holiday in Cap d'Agde - to be in an environment that would allow her to feel good about herself, expand her conservative boundaries, and experience sexuality without restrictions of a puritanical society.
So, what was expected now - for her to calmly continue to watch wildly carnal displays such as this, and continue to turn down offers from really hot guys, without acting upon the incredible urges she was feeling? Why not simply unleash her own sexuality, and experience the same pleasures of these libertine women, with no thoughts of trying to psychoanalyze her feelings?
After all, let's not forget her husband's admission. That was his proclaimed ultimate fantasy, right?
So, amazingly, Susan did not immediately dismiss the once unthinkable. Instead, she wanted to feel, and perhaps needed, that same confidence that those women had, to completely be free and comfortable to engage her inner most vixen.
