Naughty Beach

NAUGHTY BEACH

His hands felt good on my thighs, rubbing the sun lotion. The sun warmed me but there was added heat in my pussy.

I said to my husband Phillip, who was watching his friend Alan apply the lotion. "I want him first, then you."

We had arrived at a junction in our relationship with Alan, about to expand to another dimension. Alan was a long-time friend. His wife Cammie was home in Cleveland. Alan was visiting after a business trip. He and Cammie had lived near us in southeastern Virginia until he took another job and they moved a few years earlier.

We were on a beach in North Carolina, along the outer banks. We called it our 'naughty beach' because we had often been naked. Phillip had made love to me there. On one occasion, Alan and Cammie had made love right beside us.

Phil and I (I'm Ronda) had stopped on the beach many years ago while just sightseeing along the coast. There are a number of wildlife refuges along the coast and we had been exploring on a very nice spring day. There are high sand dunes on the seaward side of the highway all the way from Kittyhawk to Cape Hatteras. Most of the beach is a federally protected area.

We stopped along the side of the road, observing some teals in a pond on the opposite side of the road from the beach.

I suggested that we look over the dunes to see what birds might be along the shoreline. It was a bit difficult to climb the sand dune. With every step, the sand gave-way under our feet, but we made it to the top. We were rewarded with a beautiful view of the white surf with the dark blue sea in the background and the tan sand beach extending for miles in both directions. There were gulls and shore birds along the beach, but we didn't see another person. Rick looked at the birds through his binoculars and took a few photos with his camera phone.

We walked down the seaward side of the dune, on a path through the dune grasses. It was warm with a light wind.

I said to my husband, "This is beautiful. There is nobody around. We could strip naked and no one could see us."

Phil said, "Go ahead and do it."

I looked at him and with just that minor encouragement, I pulled my blouse over my head. I dropped it in the sand and continued to walk. I reached behind me and undid my bra, dropping it in the sand too. I raised my arms, lifting my breasts and exposing them to the warm sun and the cool breeze. I felt really good.

I looked back at my husband and said, "You too. Strip. I want to see you naked."

He paused for a moment and then pulled his shirts over his head and began to undo his belt. I had only intended to get topless, but with Phil stripping off his pants, I did the same. I saw Phil's dick come into the sun. His clothes were in a pile on the beach.

I pulled my shorts off my hips and down my legs. They fell into the sand. I was leaving a trail of clothing as I walked closer to the crashing surf. My panties and shoes were all that were left and they were soon lying in the soft sand. I was gloriously naked. The sun and breeze warmed and chilled me at the same time. There were goosebumps on my body. My nipples were hard. I looked at Phil and his dick was beginning to come alive, dangling against his leg.

I kept walking, leaving my clothes behind, focused on a mixed flock of birds farther down the beach. Phil looking at them through his binoculars, trying to identify the different species.

"Sanderlings, Bonaparte's Gull, Common Terns." He recited.

I kept walking. Five minutes later, we were close enough to the birds to clearly identify them. It was a wonderful sight. Phil and I marveled at the beauty of nature. He was taking photos; I was part of the beauty of nature he was admiring. I turned and posed. My light brown nipples centered on my full breasts. My dark pubic hair formed a triangle at the top of my legs, beneath my stomach. He thinks my belly-button is sexy. My hair was blowing in the breeze. I removed my sunglasses, revealing my entire body for his viewing and photographic pleasure.

We continued to walk down the beach, thoroughly enjoying the day and not paying attention to time. We lost track of how far we had walked.

He saw them first. In the distance, two people were walking toward us. Rather than retreating, we decided to just continue walking. If the couple kept coming, they would see us naked, but 'so what'.

It took about fifteen minutes until we walked by the couple. They appeared to be a bit older than us and were fully dressed, of course. We just casually walked by them, exchanging greetings and commenting on what a nice day it was. I noticed the man's eyes take in my prominent features. It was a bit arousing to have these strangers see me naked. Phil and I held hands, smiling at each other, amazed at our boldness.

We realized that we were had just kept walking and had left ourselves with a considerable return hike. We finally turned around and began our return trek.

We saw two figures in the distance and assumed that it was the couple we had passed earlier. We focused on some diving birds out in the ocean, Gannets and Terns, watching their amazing acrobatics. Phil was taking photos while I used the binoculars.

When we returned to walking, we realized that it was two young men who were approaching. They were jogging. They were only wearing gym shorts and shoes. They were in obviously excellent physical condition; I presumed they were military. They slowed to a walk as they approached and we stopped to say hello. We talked for a few moments, learning that they were Navy men from Norfolk, enjoying an afternoon jog. Finally, one of them mentioned that they noticed we were naked. We explained how we had decided on a whim to get naked and we were enjoying it.

I said, "Why don't you guys try it."

One young man said, "Maybe sometime we will."

I said, "There no better time than the present."

I was pleasantly surprised when the young man smiled and pulled down his shorts, revealing a nice brown cock, half-inflated. The other man did the same. It was my turn to leer at them. I took a chance and reached down to take the one man's penis in my hand. I squeezed it and said, "Thank you for your service." He just stood there. Then I did the same with his partner, grabbing his semi-erect penis and giving it a squeeze. I quickly became aroused and grew in my hand. I said, "Ooh, I feel safe with you boys protecting us."

Then I laughed and jogged away, heading down the beach. The young men watched me for a few moments, undoubtedly admiring my bouncing ass cheeks. Then they continued their run, still naked. I watched their tight asses over their muscular legs jogging off in the distance.

Phil caught me and we both laughed. "That was pretty bold of you."

I laughed and said, "I couldn't resist. There were two nice young cocks. How could I pass up the chance." Then I said, "I knew they wouldn't do anything improper with you there to protect me."

Phil facetiously said, "Yeah, I could've taken them both."

Phil was in decent shape, but he was nowhere near as fit as the Navy men. His cock was now fully erect.

We had avoided the water. It was cold, that time of year. I waded in up to my ankles; the chill took my breath away. I kicked some water toward Phil and ran off, away from the water.

We looked up and there was the couple we had seen earlier. Much to our surprise, they were both topless. The woman's breasts were exposed. Her dark nipples highlighted the center of her breasts, which were sagging somewhat, but still attractive.

We nodded hello. The woman said, "We thought you had a good idea.'

I looked around and said, "You ought to take it all off and enjoy this beautiful day."

I convinced her. She dropped her shorts. She shaved her pussy, so only the thin line where her lips came together was visible. When the man dropped his pants, he had a hard-on. He smiled at me while I obviously leered at his penis. I smiled at him, showing my appreciation and thanks for showing me the family jewels.

We walked on, but didn't pass anyone else. I was horny and wanted my husband to make love to me. Unfortunately, it was impractical. One grain of sand in the wrong place would turn ecstasy to agony.

We had trouble finding where we had crossed the dunes. The dunes all looked pretty similar. Fortunately, my shorts and shoes led us to the right spot. As a final touch to our day, I grabbed Phil's cock, dropped to my knees in the sand and gave him a blow job. "Thank you for your service." I said. He came in my mouth.

Two months later, Phil asked if I wanted to go to the Outer Banks again during our week off. I readily agreed. We left the kids with my mother and drove to North Carolina on a Wednesday; we found our spot. This time, we brought a blanket so we could sit on the beach and enjoy a lunch we had brought.

We took a walk but didn't see anyone. The mix of birds included different species from the spring. Phil got some good photos. He had me pose naked with the birds in the background. He mentioned that he liked his photos of the 'sand-tits' and the oystercatchers.

Of course, we had to make love on the beach. I was sitting there, hypnotized by the surf with Phil tickling my back. When he kissed me, it broke the spell of the sea. We didn't say anything. Our kisses became more passionate. I grabbed his cock and pulled it toward my crotch. His warm body covered mine, blocking me from the sun. I treasured the wonderful sensation of his cock entering me. I pulled him down onto me, feeling his weight, stroking his back, squeezing his penis inside me. He came, then rolled off, gently stroking me as I recovered from a nice climax.

I looked out toward the surf and saw a young man walking away through the dunes. He'd been watching us.

A few months later, we were entertaining our friends Alan and Cammie and we mentioned how we had walked over the dunes and walked along the beach naked. We hinted at our love-making. Cammie commented that "We'd like to join you sometime." Phil and I said, "Sure."

That night, in bed, Phil and I were teasing each other.

I said, "You'd like to see Cammie naked, wouldn't you?"

He said, "I wouldn't object."

I asked, "How do you feel about Alan seeing me naked?"

"I don't know. How do you feel about it?"

I said, "I kind of turns-me-on when men see me naked. I like seeing their cocks rise when they see my pussy."

Phil said, "I was amazed when you grabbed those Navy guys' cocks. You're lucky they didn't fuck you."

I said, "Would you have stopped them?"

He joked, "Maybe I would've let them have their way with you. Sometimes you're more than I can handle."

I said, "You'd watch them rape me?"

He said, "You were asking for it."

I punched him in the arm and fell back on my pillow. Phil dove between my legs and ate my pussy with a vengeance. I rubbed his head while speculating about whether the Navy men would've sucked my pussy. "They had nice cocks." I said, remembering how they'd felt in my hand.

It was early fall; the forecast was for unseasonably warm weather. I asked Cammie if she and Alan wanted to join us for a trip to the Outer Banks the next day, a Saturday. She checked with Alan and they agreed.

We drove together in our car, stopping for an early lunch and stopping at Pea Island NWR to look at the birds.

Then we drove to our spot. Another car was parked there, but we didn't care.

We climbed the dune and found a nice spot on the beach, near the dunes, far away from the surf.

We spread the two blankets and got settled. I thought, "Well, here we go."

I began to strip. I looked at the others, who seemed to be reluctant. I said to Cammie, "Let's show them our tits." I pulled off my bra and my beauties flopped free. Alan was seeing them for the first time and to the best of my recollection, Cammie was too. She followed my lead and bared her breasts. Hers weren't as big as mine, but they were more upright and her brown nipples were long and stiff. We looked at each other, wondering if we would strip all the way.

I said to the men, "Come on boys, let's see what you've got."

Phillip was first. He removed his shirt and dropped his shoes. He looked at me, smiling as he undid his pants. I pulled my shorts over my hips and kicked off my shoes. Cammie and Alan were a bit slower, but they knew the unspoken intention of us all getting naked. Cammie was wearing just a little thong. A silky triangle of purple silk was all that covered her womanhood. She was very attractive. I pulled my panties down, exposing my pussy to her. She showed some reluctance, but then she just did it. She pulled her little panties down her legs and stood before us naked. She shaved her pussy. I bared my unshaved muff and turned toward the men so they could see.

There were two pricks dangling a few feet away. They actually weren't dangling, they were sticking out, erect. I gave Phillip a peck on the lips, letting his prick touch my hip.

We self-consciously arranged ourselves on the beach. The conversation was a bit strained. We ate lunch and became more relaxed. It was different being naked in the presence of our friends. I tried not to look, but couldn't help but noticing Alan's cock and Cammie's cute tits.

I suggested we walk down the beach to look at the birds. Cammie was not comfortable with possibly being seen. Alan said, "I'll go with you." Phil said he'd stay with Cammie.

Alan and I set off on our naked trek. It was different being with him rather than Phil, but our conversation was relaxed as we talked about the species of birds we were seeing. We carefully approached the flock of birds that had gathered about one hundred yards down the beach. It seemed to natural and the warm sun felt good on parts of my body that had seldom been exposed to the sun.

"This is unusual." Alan said.

I agreed and said, "Are you sure we should've left them alone?"

He laughed and said, "I don't know. Should we trust them?"

I laughed, "Phillip likes your wife's tits."

Alan said, "Well, I like yours too."

I just gave him a knowing look, "Behave yourself."

He said, "That's hard to do around you."

I noted his hard prick and said, "I can see it's very HARD for you to behave."

We diverted our attention to the birds. I looked down the beach and saw a few people gathered around their blankets.

I said, "Want to walk down there and let those people see us naked?"

"You'd do that?"

"Sure. It's part of the fun."

"You don't mind people seeing you?"

"Not at all. I'll see if Cammie is interested."

He said, "Let's just keep going." He was fine with others seeing me naked, but wasn't so comfortable with his wife being seen.

We kept going and passed an elderly couple walking the other way.

The woman asked, "Is nudity legal here?"

I said, "This is a federal beach and I don't think the same rules apply as on a state beach. There may be rules, but there is no law against nudity, so far as I know."

They walked on and so did we.

Alan waded into the water and encouraged me to join him. Since it was early fall, the water was pretty warm. I went in to my knees while Alan was in farther. I followed him. The water still shocked me when a little wave spurted some water onto my pussy. I jumped back and hustled to the beach. Alan caught me and put his arm around me briefly. Feeling his body against my was erotic. I had to do it. I grabbed his prick and held it in my hand. He kissed me. His hand caressed my bare ass, his chest pressed into my breasts. Then we broke apart, both scared to do anything more. We both felt a bit guilty as we approached our spouses.

They didn't see us coming as we were near the dunes. "Let's see what they are doing." I said.

We got closer and saw my dear husband applying sun lotion to Cammie's naked back. His hands were rubbing the slippery stuff over her bare butt. It was a very erotic scene. We stopped, wondering if she was going to turn over to have him do her front. She did.

Alan and I secluded ourselves in the dunes and watched my husband look around to confirm that we were still far away. Then, he squirted the white liquid onto his hands and rubbed in onto Cammie's lower legs. She was lying on her back, sunglasses covering her eyes, while Phillip massaged her legs. He was looking right at her pussy. I was aroused, seeing my husband with another woman, his hands on her nude body.

Then he saw us and stopped. I wondered what would've happened if he hadn't seen us approaching.

When we got to them, Cammie surprised me by reaching out for her husband's cock. "It's wet." She noticed. He told her we'd gone into the surf. She looked at me, directly at my pussy to see if I was wet too.

Then, she took her husband's cock in her mouth. "It's salty." She noticed. "I like it." She sucked his dick farther into her mouth. "I'm going to take a salt shaker to bed."

Then she said, "I was afraid your dick would taste like Ronda's pussy."

He said, "No such luck."

We laughed, but we were laughing about the possibility that Alan and I had done something. We had, but not as much as she had imagined.

When Alan moved between her legs and mounted her, Phil and I watched. They quickly were fucking, right beside us. Cammie looked at us with a 'what are you waiting for' glance.

I sat beside my husband and kissed him. We'd done it on the beach before. Having others there was a bit uncomfortable and extremely erotic. We overcame our modesty and Phil slid his cock into me. Cammie's eyes and mine met as we both laid on the beach getting laid. I kissed my man, encouraging him to fuck me good and come inside me. He became more passionate, aroused by our exhibitionism and a bit of competition. He moved faster and faster, urging his cock to erupt inside me. Then it did, the glorious sensation of my man's semen pouring into me brought me to my own orgasm. Having his get so aroused over me is the ultimate ego trip for me. Being desired by my man makes me feel like a woman.

We kissed as we recovered from our union. We'd almost forgotten about Cammie and Alan until I looked over and saw that they had finished too. Cammie and I shared a smile, sharing the wonderful sensation that comes with a man's love.

Phil rolled off and I cuddled against him, wanting the moment to last forever.

We never did anything more daring with Cammie and Alan, at least I didn't. We went to the beach, but were accompanied by their and our kids, so our 'playing' was limited to a a brief flash of a tit, as pussy or a dick and an occasional grope.

We did soft swap a few times, necking with the other spouse, but we hadn't gone beyond Alan feeling me through my clothes. He wanted to do more, but I was too nervous and scared to let him go further. I knew that if he got his hands on my goodies, I would melt and let him have his way with me.

I had a sense that my husband Phil had gone further with Cammie. I know he had her shirt off one evening and was playing with her tits and I suspected that he'd had his hand in her pants.

Phillip's attitude seemed to be encouraging me to let Alan get further with me, to third base or maybe even score. I just hadn't been able to do it. I was close to yielding a couple of times, but something interrupted us or I had a sudden burst of reluctance. Alan was a gentleman and had always been patient, hoping that I would eventually lower my defenses.

The weekend before they moved to Cleveland, was the closest I came. I let Alan play with my tits under my shirt. He undid my bra and had his hands all over my breasts. We were kissing and I felt his hard prick pressing against my crotch, right over my red-hot pussy. His dick was pressing against my clit with two layers of clothing between us. I think I would've let him fuck me that night, but one of our kids woke up, calling for mommy and I had to break off from Alan. I know he was very disappointed and I felt badly about it too.