Over the past year, the sexual life of my husband, Bo, and me has grown by leaps and bounds. Our son turned 18 this year and will soon be moving away to college in just a month. He, of course, has been focusing his time on finishing up high school and enjoying everything that comes with that. Obviously, he has had less time for my husband and me, which opened up a hole in our lives. A hole we ended up filling with various phallic shaped items, like dicks.
But at first, we both struggled with this newfound norm. We had appreciated that we had been giving too much of our focus to him and not enough to each other. Realizing this, we made efforts to reconnect with each other. We started taking long walks every day together. Date nights became a weekly requirement. But where we made the most changes was the bedroom.
Up until a year ago, we had a vanilla sex life. Having gotten married and had our son at such a young age, we had never been with anyone but each other. We were still both relatively young, late thirties, and started to expand our sexual experiences. At first, we did things like role plays and some new sexual positions. Those were welcome changes, but we both hungered for more. The next steps were mutual masturbation, more toys, and sex in public areas.
But that didn't satisfy our newfound curiosity either. I experienced my first lesbian encounter while Bo watched and I watched him have his first sexual escapade with another woman. Next came threesomes, with partners of both genders. We welcomed more into our bedroom and were participating in full on orgies. Jealousy was never an issue, and our love for each other became only stronger. In all of these encounters, we always had one rule. Only strangers, never anyone we knew or even connected to people we knew. This often meant we had to travel well out of town, but this rule allowed us to keep our reputation as a simple couple to the people we knew and our son.
"Tell me a sexual fantasy of yours that you never thought would happen. Tell me and I'll do my best to make it so," I said to him one day while just the two of us were having breakfast.
"Only if you return the favor and tell me yours, Sasha," he said, smiling deviously.
"Deal, but tell me yours first." He looked reluctant to say anything, but I could tell he had something in mind. Probably had this fantasy for years, and I grew anxious to hear it.
"I would like a threesome... with your two sisters. Sorry. No. That's stupid. Let me think of something else," he said, stuttering his words.
"There's no denying they are pretty hot. I totally understand, and I'll see what I can do," I replied. A year ago I would have been appalled at the idea of trying to get my sisters to fuck my husband. But times, they are a-changin', as they say.
"Okay, but first we do yours, whatever it is. Do you have something in mind?" I did, but just as he was cautious to reveal his, I hesitated.
Taking a deep breath, I spoke slowly. "Some place far away, of course, where I would have no chance of running into anyone we knew, I would like to walk a public beach totally naked."
"You want to visit a nude beach? That's not crazy at all."
"I'm not done, there's more. I want a beach where I would be the only one naked, and my hands would be restrained. I'd have no ability to cover myself. And... I would be available to fuck anyone who so desired while on this walk. All they have to do is ask, and I am theirs. Basically I want to be a free-use pussy on a crowded beach."
After explaining all of that, I felt out of breath and hot all over. "If you don't like that, I can do something else," I added on to the end, fearing I may have gone way too far with my fantasy.
"No. I'm... okay with it. Wow. The idea of all of those people seeing you naked and... free to have sex with you. That's crazy to think about, but yeah, let's do it." From there, he encouraged me to try to find where we could legally even do such a thing.
I told myself there was no way any beach in the world would allow for such a thing. After searching online for hours, I was about to give up. But then I found it, the perfect beach. It was ten hours away by car. It was an adults-only beach that was privately owned but opened to the public. Nudity and sexual activity were fully allowed, but in recent years, people rarely took advantage of it. I excitedly presented my findings to Bo, and plans were quickly made.
Our son, Kale, would obviously not be coming with us. He would stay home and watch the house. He was more interested in spending time with his long-term girlfriend. I knew he would take advantage of the empty house with her, but they were both adults, and I trusted him to be safe. As far as he knew, his father and I were taking a simple weekend trip to do some shopping. We didn't even tell him the truth about where we were going.
The morning of the trip, we said our goodbyes and were off. My favorite part of packing was that I didn't even bother to bring a swimsuit, thus committing me to this plan. We would arrive in the middle of the afternoon and the plan was for me to do this half mile walk of slut, as I called it, right when we got there. If we waited, I might chicken out and then later regret it.
"God, how many people do you think are going to see me naked?"
"It's a beach in early August. Probably a lot."
"And how many are going to want to fuck me?"
"You're naked and hot as hell. Probably everyone."
"I'm nearly forty years old, I doubt it will be that many," I said dismissively. But I had to concede his point. As our sexual adventures have made clear to me, I was an attractive woman. My breasts were still firm, despite their large size at D-cups. I wasn't a skinny woman, but not anywhere near a hippo. The numerous men and women that we've let into our bedroom fun have called me delightfully curvy and thick. I was desirable to a lot of men.
"I'm so nervous," I said in a shaky voice.
"About letting hundreds, maybe thousands, of people see your pussy? Or that you'll be letting anyone plow you while everyone else watches?"
"Both. But I'm not backing down. We are so far away from home. They'll all be strangers. I'll have my slutty fun, then we can head back home and pretend like none of this ever happen. In public, at least. I imagine you and I will be thinking about this for a long time during certain intimate activities." My feelings continued to be on a roller coaster for the remainder of the trip, going from excitement to dread.
We finally arrived, and just as my husband predicted, the beach was crowded with adults. We found a parking lot on one end of the beach, and it was time for me to get ready. I applied lotion all over my body in the car, not quite ready to debut my nudity to the world. It was a gorgeous, hot, and sunny day. It was tempting to say screw it and go into the water instead, but that was just me looking for excuses. In my shorts and tank top, I exited our car and walked to the sand, carrying my small bag with me.
"Are you ready for this then?" Bo asked me. I was taking shallow breaths, and all I could do was nod in reply. Taking one last look around me, I pulled my tank top over my head and with nothing underneath, the sun hit my bare tits. Sunlight was bouncing off them into the eyes of everyone who happened to look this way. Electing to close my eyes for this part, I undid my pants and pushed them over my round hips and onto the sand, where my husband took them. My bare ass now faced the water and I no longer had any secrets to hide from the many beach goers.
