The Cherry Grove Chronicles
I'm forty five years old. I was married to a long cool Sicilian named Susan for about ten years. We had two boys, now grown and in the world, and she was my best friend ever. We divorced because she met a guy, John Dal, who she worked with at a furniture store in Syosset. They had an affair and then apparently fell in love.
We are still great friends and sometimes I hang out with her and John. I wondered a little about their relationship. John was our age, in pretty good shape and not a bad looking guy. I also wondered if his cock was some magical thing to win my wife away from me. It didn't take long to find out.
Susan and I were very conventional in our sex life. After she met John, and as I got a little older, I started rethinking my ideas about sex. My girlfriend, Fran, is a short blond Italian with little boobs and a gorgeous gym body. She is a runner and her legs are spectacular. She is the one who first opened me up to a whole new world. Later, I learned that John opened Susan up to a whole new world too.
Fran is a firecracker. That is the only way to describe her, boundless energy and enthusiasm. We were well into the summer months on the south shore of Long Island when Fran said she wanted to go to Cherry Grove on Fire Island. You can't drive there. You go to Sayville and then catch the ferry out to the Island. Fran wanted to go because she heard it is a naked beach.
I smiled and said "Sign me up". I did a few naked beaches with Susan back in the day, Black's Beach in San Diego when I was stationed at Camp Pendleton, Lighthouse Beach when we got back here. I loved it. I loved being naked and seeing naked. Nothing ever came of it with Susan and me, but I'll never forget or regret the experience.
So we packed up a couple of beach chairs, some towels, and sunscreen. We stopped at the liquor store and bought some champagne and vodka. We had some sandwiches and water, and then we drove to Babylon to catch the train to Sayville.
At Sayville, we caught a shuttle to the ferry. This was my first time coming here and I didn't know what to expect. We arrived about ten minutes before the next ferry and a line had formed stretching out to the parking lot! I looked over the crowd and realized a lot of the guys were very gay. I looked at Fran and she read my thoughts.
She said, "What's the big deal? You're with me." I nodded, but I was turned on a little by some of the guys. They all seemed to have very good bodies, slim and muscled. I turned an arm around my cutie, bringing it all the way around to her chest. I knew she liked this, and she crushed into me. We got on the ferry, popped the vodka and did some shots. The rest of the crowd was partying too. They were a very cool crew.
Cherry Grove is flanked by two bars at the dock. It is a little seaside town with tons of charisma, trails to walk, the beach to the south and the most wonderful people imaginable. Fran was very cool with gay guys and I was pretty cool too. They are the most friendly, caring people I ever met. We stopped at Cherry's, the bar on the left and had a couple of Bloody Mary's. The mission was to get to the beach so we didn't tarry very long at the bar. After that, we walked to the beach. I stood at the end of the boardwalk and said let's walk left to find a spot. The beach was pretty crowded so I wanted to walk down a little so we could get close to the water.
"John!" Fran called, as we were walking down the beach. I looked, and there was John Dal and Susan sitting on a blanket naked. I didn't even know Fran knew John. It turned out Fran met him working at her job in Oyster Bay and they became texting friends. Small world stuff. I wondered how Fran and Susan would get along.
John stood up and started walking toward us. We were still carrying stuff and he grabbed some to help out. He had a nice medium circumcised cock. I couldn't help but look. His cock had a little twist to the left, the head seemed to have its own erection. He smiled and then he shook my hand. Then he leaned in and gave Fran a little lip kiss and hug. It felt a little weird seeing a naked John Dal kissing and hugging my girlfriend. It also turned me on a little.
He said, "Come sit with us, its beautiful here, and no worries."
I looked at Fran, and she saw his cock, and said, "That's sounds great, we have some champagne."
When we came to the blanket, I was surprised that Susan was very friendly, very naked and very friendly. I love little boobies and I love a little bush. Susan was exhibiting both. She is 5'7, long and lean with long dark hair. I felt myself getting a little hard looking at her. She came off the blanket and gave me a cheek kiss and body hug, pressing her boobs and her bush into my body. I thought is this really happening, hanging out naked with my girlfriend, my ex-wife and her lover?
Then she turned to Fran and kissed her and hugged her. She lingered a little, letting her hands stray across Fran's body. Fran didn't resist. They had never met before, so I was curious what the chemistry would be. So far, so good.
We set up our chairs and then we got naked. The first thing I did was run to the ocean to get wet. John followed me down and we splashed around for a little bit. He was so nice that even though I felt a little jealous, I couldn't help but like him. He actually dove at me to knock me under the water and I felt his cock sliding around on my thigh and belly. I started to get hard again.
He pulled off, touched my cock, and said, "Don't worry, we're in the right place. Cherry Grove is all about being a little wild. You have a pretty nice cock." Then he stroked it a little more making me even harder.
We went back to the blanket and Fran and Susan were sitting up and talking up a storm. Fran was naked now too and I loved her little body. She is 5'2", and had little boobies that I worshipped, soft little cups with little nipples. She kept a very nicely trimmed bush down between her luscious runner thighs, not too short but not too wild either.
When I was a kid I adored Farrah Fawcett. I kept a poster of her in her bathing suit next to my bed. I told Fran about this and I told her she was my Farrah. She had the look and she had the body. She just rolled her eyes at me; another Farrah move that I adored.