This is my first go at this. I should point out that my stories will be true stories, and all about the activities of my wife of 6 years, Felicity (Fliss).Her name is a bit of an irony now. For the first 4 years of our marriage it fitted the bill. I know that my cock was the only one she had ever known up to that time, but since then she has sampled, in various ways, a further 304 cocks! And I have watched most of them have their way with her!
I can start the tale in July 2013, when we were on holiday on the south coast. We were on a near deserted beach, enjoying an occasional bathe, read, and sunbathing. Fliss decide she wanted a stroll, so got up, donned a large yellow sun hat, matching her yellow bikini, and set off slowly ambling along the beach. Fliss is a petite woman, only 4-11, who looks more like 19 than her true age of 29. We often get enquiries about her age when we go into new pubs. Back then she could easily have passed for 16. She does amateur dramatics, and always gets the 'young girl' roles, Dorothy in 'The Wizard of Oz' for example. Like Judy Garland apparently, she has to have her chest tightly bound for these roles. Her breasts are not in scale with the rest of her figure. She would not be rated too highly by your classical artist types, but a lot of men, myself included obviously, will disagree with them.
I am a bit of a birdwatcher, and after Fliss had been gone 10 minutes I saw a small flock of birds land near the water line. I got my binoculars to take a better look. (For any birdwatchers among those reading this they were ringed plovers, dunlins, and one curlew sandpiper, a reasonable rarity) I watched them until they took off again, then surveyed the rest of the beach. My wife's hat soon caught my attention. She was about 500 metres away, and seemed to talking to a group of surfboarders we had passed on the way down. They were very fit looking lads, probably late teens or early twenties.
I kept the binoculars trained on my wife. One of the lads brought a fold-up chair for her, and when she was sat down put a can in her hand. A Carlsberg I guessed from the colour. Fliss is quite a shy, reserved person, so this seemed a bit out of character. I continued to watch with growing interest. Shortly after she had downed her second can Fliss stood up and walked slowly into the sand dunes at the back of the beach. One of the lads rose and followed her!
I could hardly breathe! My mind just whirled through the possibilities! I remained pretty rigid, glasses fixed on the scene. After about 15 minutes the lad returned, spoke to one of the others, who then got up and walked into the dunes!
My heart was going like a drum, and I was sweating. But I kept to my watch, and 10 minutes later the second lad returned, and a third walked into the dunes! I now almost ran into the dunes myself! It felt like I had just run a marathon! I was panting and gasping as I made my way through the dunes. What was different from just finishing a marathon was that I had a very serious hardon!
As I neared where I thought I needed to be I made my way carefully towards the beach. I climbed to the top of a dune to get my bearings, and had to dive to the ground immediately. I crawled through the marram grass and looked into the hollow between the dunes. My heart skipped a few beats!
My beautiful fife was on all-fours. Her hat lay on the ground just in front of her. Her bikini top dangled from her neck, and the bikini bottom trailed from her right ankle! Kneeling behind her was a tall, rangy lad, with short-cropped fair hair. His left hand gripped Fliss's ponytail, and his right gripped her right hip! He was jerking his buttocks back and forth vigorously, grunting with each thrust. These were echoed by soft gasps from my wife! I had to tell myself ... "I am watching my wife being doggy-fucked by a complete stranger!" My cock became even harder!
It seemed longer, but probably within two minutes of my arrival the lad's grunting became slightly louder, and more rapid, as did his thrusting into my wife! Then he was gripping both hips and pressing his groin to her rear, with deep ... "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" I could really imagine his hot seed pulsing into my wife's depths!
When he stood up his softening cock made a gentle curve out from his groin. He then simply hauled up his trunks and left. Fliss straightened up, and did some twisting and loosening exercises and looked around. I ducked my head lower. By the time I dared venture another peek the fourth lad had joined my wife. He had dark, curly hair, and was much younger-looking than the other. He also took his trunks off completely, rather than haul his cock out over the top like the other. His cock was decidedly ready for what it had to do!
Fliss dropped onto hands-and-knees again, and the lad dropped to his knees behind her. He reached his right hand up between my wife's thighs and let his fingers slip around in her wetness. Next he moved forward, cradling his cock, and he let out a deep sigh as he sank inside her! He then gripped her hips and began fucking her, slow and steady at first, but with increasing pace! Even from where I was I could hear how wet she was! Hardly surprising, given that she was host to three full ejaculations, mingling with her own juices!
