It had been twelve years since I last visited a nude resort in Southern Spain. Back then, my wife and I were the only Asians around. This time, though, I noticed a few other Asians. I ran into an Asian woman in the hallway who looked familiar. She gave me a long look as if she wasn't sure if she knew me.. Later, at lunch, I mentioned her to my wife. She instantly recognized her as her golf buddy. Apparently they'd chatted about this very resort over lunch after a golf game a while ago, and the woman had asked for details. My wife had given them, which explained why the woman was there with her husband. My wife said she'd already bumped into them earlier. Even my wife was surprised to see them there, as she hadn't expected they would actually make it to the resort. I hadn't seen the husband myself, but the woman seemed quite attractive. It was hard not to notice a slender, well-tanned, and cleanly trimmed Asian woman with a glimpse of her slit from the front.
Later, I tried to find them on the beach and by the pool, but they were nowhere to be seen. I almost asked my wife but just figured they'd left. Late that afternoon, as I was sitting naked at a beach bar and my wife was topless, they showed up! They didn't seem fully comfortable yet as the man wore swim trunks and the woman a bikini. My wife introduced us, and I noticed her discomfort, as she shielded her breasts from the husband's gaze. It made things a bit awkward, but we exchanged polite greetings and sat down to chat. We all had sunglasses on, so it was impossible to tell where anyone was looking, but I kept an eye on them. He, in turn, seemed to be focusing on my wife's breasts. My wife must have sensed his gaze, because her nipples became visibly firm.
The May sun in Spain sets slowly. The bar's roof didn't offer much shade, so we moved to the pool area. The beach allowed both clothed and unclothed guests, but a sign at the pool entrance clearly stated that everyone had to be nude within the pool area. Having arrived a day earlier, the couple seemed to know this rule. My wife, being experienced, quietly sat down and removed her bikini bottom, revealing her untrimmed dark pubic hair. The woman, in a bright red bikini, unhooked her top from behind, exposing her firm breasts and blueberry-sized nipples with almost no areola. Then, she stood at an angle, away from us, and slowly removed her bottom, revealing a neatly waxed pussy.
They told us they'd been tanning nude since their arrival, only putting on swimsuits for the bar. We ordered cocktails and chatted. My wife, a light drinker, was already flushed from the sun and alcohol. The woman, however, could handle her liquor and suggested more drinks. Her husband, who had a low tolerance for alcohol, said he needed a nap when he got drunk. Feeling very drowsy due to the time difference and alcohol, he excused himself for a quick nap and suggested we meet for dinner later.
Dinner in Spain usually starts late like around 10 PM, so it was only about 6 PM. We assured him it was fine. The sun was still up, but as it began to set, shadows crept over the pool, and a cool breeze picked up. Most sunbathers had already gone inside, and those remaining were in the Jacuzzi. Feeling a bit chilly, my wife suggested we go to the Jacuzzi. So, with our drinks in hand, the woman, my wife, and I went to an empty Jacuzzi. That area was completely shaded, we took off our sunglasses. Without them, the woman looked even more striking. As we settled into the warm water, I felt relaxed, and sharing the Jacuzzi with her stirred a subtle arousal.
The heat and alcohol got to the woman, and she sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, legs slightly apart, giving a glimpse of her crotch. At that moment, I started to get an erection. It wasn't obvious underwater, but once it started, there was no stopping it.
The restart switch was on the other side, so I had to get up. She asked me to activate it. After a brief hesitation, I decided not to hide my erection. I even flexed to make it firmer before standing. I walked to the switch with my back to them, but on my way back, I turned to face them, fully erect. My wife, surprised, asked what I was doing and if being with a younger woman had excited me, trying to lighten the mood. I laughed and said, "We've seen everything anyway, so why not show it all properly?" I raised my hands and rotated my hips, making my cock sway. My wife called me ridiculous but seemed to be watching the other woman's reaction. The woman gave me a thumbs-up. Still standing, I approached her, clinked glasses, and finished my drink. When I tried to order more drinks, my wife stopped me and suggested we go back to each other's room to rest and meet again for dinner. The woman said she was fine and told us to go ahead. She mentioned she had wine from Barcelona in her room and bring it to ours if we wanted after shower. We agreed and parted ways.
On the way back, my wife, a little jealous, playfully asked if I liked the woman that much. As soon as we got to our room, I laid my wife on the bed, spread her legs, and began to lick her. Despite the smell of Jacuzzi disinfectant, I could taste her unique flavor. I thought my wife must be excited too. The husband's penis was shorter than mine but thick and uncircumcised, with a good amount of hair, a complete contrast to my waxed body, and I found him attractive
Assuming my wife was also excited, I stimulated her clits with my tongue and inserted my middle finger. She was sufficiently wet, so I added my point finger and slowly worked her G-spot. She immediately became even wetter and began to squeeze my fingers. Even as my wife told me to stop and insert my penis, I kept going, my tongue on her clits and fingers on the spot. I talked dirty, asking if she thought the husband wanted to, or if she wanted to, or if I wanted to do with the woman it in front of my wife. Eventually, my wife began to grip the bedsheets and moan, and with my other hand, which had been gripping her breast, I started to stroke my penis. Feeling my fingers contracting rhythmically, I pulled out my fingers from wife's soaking pussy. I then put my wife's legs over my shoulders, and stood outside the bed, thrusting my fully erect shaft into her. After about two or three minutes, my wife began to contract my cock, and I felt the signal coming. Just as I was about to cum inside my wife, it felt like a breeze swept through the room. I looked up around and saw the woman had opened the door and our eyes met. It seemed I hadn't completely closed the door when we came in earlier. She was about to turn back, but I gestured for her to come in and began to explode inside my wife. My wife immediately noticed her but moaned louder than usual and closed her eyes.
Holding the door, she was caught between staying and leaving. To extract the last few drops, I slowly continued thrusting while gesturing for her to come closer with one hand, and she stepped inside. As she approached us, as if reading my mind, she took my hand. My left arm was gripping my wife's thigh, which was draped over my shoulder, and I was still slowly moving my hips back and forth. I reached my right arm, pulled her towards me, wrapped it around her waist, and kissed her. She didn't resist; instead, she put her tongue in my mouth, pressing her body against mine, and kissed me passionately. As my thrusting almost stopped, I could feel my penis, which had been shrinking from ejaculation, beginning to regain its hardness because of her kiss. My hand moved to her breast through her thin spaghetti dress, feeling her firm nipples. Half-erect, I pulled out of my wife and turned toward the woman, embracing her and kissing her more. She gripped my penis, which was slick with fluids, and it became almost fully erect again. She squeezed and released it, shaking it. I released her, one arm around her waist and the other touching her clitoris, which was already wet. My wife, watching, got up, slapped my butt, and went to shower. I then laid the woman on the bed, lifted her dress, and did the same thing to her as I did to my wife. She responded quickly, and when she started to feel it, she began to squirt, not like a fountain, but steadily, and began to sob. When my wife came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, the bed was already soaking wet. Seeing my wife, the woman tried to stop my hand, so my wife grabbed her hand and led it to her clits, taking my hand out. She slowly stimulated herself, moaning, and then my wife kissed me while stroking my penis.
