"I really like sex on the beach," she said as she curled her naked legs around me.
"You don't mean the drink, right?" I said playfully.
"I mean the act, silly," she said with that usual excitement she had when she was horny and wanted to have sex. We had just finished, but that usually was not enough for Claire. "I like to get off on the sand." I asked if she didn't get sand in her slot. "You have to just be careful," she said with her usual youthful exuberance. "Come on. It'll be fun. Don't be a killjoy." I said I was surprised she knew what that meant. "Don't be one," she laughed.
"We could get arrested," I said, insisting, still trying to talk her out of it. She said we would be careful, and jumped up to get her things.
"We don't need to take our suits," she said. "We'll just go to the nude beach. It's still early. There will be nobody there until around nine or ten. She took me by the hand and dragged me to the car. I was playing hard to get, since I did like the options the nude beach offered.
When we got to the beach we hiked the mile to our spot, then put down our towels and undressed. As soon as she was nude she started kissing me and pulling me down to the towel. I can never resist having sex with her and I was, as usual, at her mercy. I was inside her within a minute and she began to move beneath me and hump against my hips. Fucking her anywhere was fantastic, but at the beach, in the open, was an especially exciting state of affairs.
Well, it was early, but we were not the only people on the beach. We heard them first, then out of the corner of my eye I could see people walking towards us. I took a hold of her hips to stop her but it was no use. She was working towards an orgasm and she was far beyond halfway.
Two young men stood a few yards away to watch her come and applauded when she finished. "That's the best orgasm I have seen this week," one of them said.
"Maybe the best ever," said the other. Two others joined them and they stood by as well.
"Sorry, folks," one of the new arrivals said. "We shouldn't bother them," he said. "We'll go off down the beach."
"That's okay," my wife said. "We don't want to chase you away. You can set up right next to us. It's the best part of the beach, anyway," she said getting to her feet. "I am Claire, and this my husband, David." I knew she was turned on by them seeing us while fucking, she did have more than a little exhibitionist in her. She liked to be seen, and having sex in front of them was certainly being seen. She relished people watching us have sex.
They put their towels down close to ours and began to chat with the lovely naked lady they'd just watched get fucked on a towel. "You like sex on the beach," one of them said. She nodded and smiled, knowing he didn't mean the drink.
"I love it, she said. "It's so free and exhilarating. Like Nature is watching," she added. "I guess am a bit of a show off." A bit, I thought. I knew a big part of the thrill for her was the chance of getting caught, to be seen having sex. Not that she wanted to be arrested, but being discovered by other beach goers was part of the titillation, part of the rush she got from having sex in the open.
I also knew she liked sex with strangers, that was a part of what I had accepted when I agreed to marry her and tolerate her infidelity. She is unquestionably a nymphomaniac, and needs sex daily. Who she has it with is less important to her than her having it. I have accepted that, as hard as it was initially. I finally realized that I could get turned on by her encounters and it helped me make the best of it. If I could get a rush out of her fucking others, then I would take that to be able to be with one of the sexiest women I have ever met.
With a group of guys here by us, I knew there was a good chance she'd be fucking at least one of them before the crowd started arriving, maybe even after the beach started filling up. One of the guys, Randy, the one who had apologized for disturbing us, was spending an awful lot of time with Claire, being as attentive as a hopeful young sexually active male could be with aspirations of bedding the young sex queen on the beach just after he'd seen her fucking on a towel.
Randy got Claire to play frisbee with him, then asked her to take a walk even though her husband was within ear shot of his request. I watched them walk away and wondered if he'd be fucking her in the dunes at the far end of the beach. I had, on occasion, I have to admit, enjoyed watching her fuck a few other guys, so I couldn't very well complain about her being an exhibitionist since I was clearly a committed voyeur myself.
If she did fuck Randy in the dunes, maybe there was a chance I could see some of it. I didn't realize when I agreed to let her 'express herself' sexually how much of a turn on it would be to watch her being entered and eaten by someone else. It truly was a great pleasure to watch her pussy being forced open by a large cock that was not mine and see the pleasure on her face and the satisfaction she was getting by the intercourse she was having. Actually, I loved it. I simply loved watching her get fucked.