Blac and White Sex on the Beach

Sex On The Beach

We really liked sex at the beach. Any time, any beach, any season. The first time we had sex on a crowded beach was at a nude beach under a blanket with hundreds of people all around us. We were both so horny we couldn't wait the thirty minutes it would take to get back to our hotel. I didn't even have to say anything, just a look is all it took for us both to crawl eagerly under the blanket with hormones raging and testosterone boiling from every pore of my body. She rolled on top of me and I pulled her down on my hips and arched up into her.

We went on for about half an hour and crawled from under the blanket exhausted and happily satisfied and pleased with ourselves, giggling like kids at the audacity of fucking on a crowded beach. I smiled at her and we kissed, then we gathered our stuff and headed for the car.

On the drive to our hotel we talked about what we had just done. "You liked that, didn't you?" she asked as she looked across the driver's seat at me. I said I had, and asked whether she did. "It was fun, yeah," she said with a grin.

"Maybe we could collect beaches," I said. "Places we have fucked on the sand.

"Sounds like fun," she said. "Where are we going next?"

I took out our calendar and handed it to her. "Santa Barbara," she said with a grin.

"How about not using the blanket?" I said, and she grinned and said that it sounded like a challenge. "You game?" I asked, reaching across the seat and giving her thigh a squeeze. She smiled and nodded, shyly accepting my throwing down the gauntlet.

We pulled up at More Mesa at nine in the morning, early enough to be before the crowds but late enough to be warming up. We got down to the sand at nine thirty and went for a walk north, knowing that most people would be to the south. About a half mile down the beach we got to a place with large rocks and she stood behind one, turned her back to me and spreading her legs. It was the perfect position for me to come up behind her and enter her from the back. I was hard already and slipped in without difficulty with the sweat of her body and the natural lubrication of arousal. After a few minutes she came and put her head down and panted. I came in her and was limp when I pulled out.

A few months later we were In a cave at Refugio State Park. It is not a nude beach and she had her suit on, but I slipped my fingers under the bottom of her bathing suit and pulling the material away, I slipped one between her labia and into her pussy. After working my fingers furiously for a few minute and working up her body heat even more, I pulled it out and it was covered with her pussy foam. I raised my finger to her mouth and she moaned, then took it between her lips and sucked her lubricant off my finger. "Oh my,' she said with a sigh.

Since that day in the cave, we've had sex in Cancun, the Virgin Islands, the south of France, and beaches in California and Florida. During the last session on a beach in Central California, I said it was time to "up the stakes" on our little beach-sex venture. She looked a question at me and I said, "Maybe it's time to bring another player. She didn't answer and I went on. "Maybe it's time you fucked somebody else other than me on the sand next to the ocean.

"You want me to fuck someone else?" she asked at me with a look of uncertainty, and then asked if that's what I had in mind. "We've talked about opening things up," I said. "Maybe we should consider some extramarital bliss."

She smiled, looked at me curiously, then nodded. "Maybe it is time," she said. "Yeah, maybe." She got a sly smile on her face and put her arms around my neck. "Could you handle me fucking somebody else?" She kissed me and pushed her hips against mine. "Would it turn you on?" she asked with a grin. I told her I thought so and she said, "So you're one of those?"

I said I just might be, whatever "one of those" meant. "You know, one of those guys who get off seeing their wives getting their pussies filled by other cocks. You'd like to see some beach bum fuck your blushing bride?" I smiled and nodded.

"Could be," I said. "It might just be educational." I laughed. "I could learn stuff." She laughed at me and raised her hands in a gesture of amazement.

"You? Learn something? And you'd admit it? I doubt it," she said poking me in the arm. Then she put her hands on her hips and spread her legs. "Yeah, I could do a beach bum and leave him gasping for breath. You could handle that?"

I decided to see how far she would go, and I was pretty sure I would be fine with her fucking another guy on the beach. I started thinking who it could be when she said that she had to research the issue, had to look for her candidate for somebody to fuck on the beach. "That's a drink, right?" she said. "Sex on the beach?"

I laughed at her humor and gave her a warm kiss. "I'd love to see you fucking a dude at the beach." Next time we went to the nude beach she looked for someone who created some interest. About noon she put her arms around me and smiled.

"I think I found him," she said with a broad grin. She turned to a group playing volleyball and nodded toward a tall black man getting ready to serve. "We should introduce ourselves," she said turning back to me. When the game was over she followed him to his beach blanket and assertively introduced herself. I saw him offer her his hand, then motion for her to sit down. She sat next to him and they began to chat. Occasionally they laughed together and I wondered what she was telling him.

When she came back to our blanket and sat down, I said, "Well? What did you tell him?"

"I said my husband wants me to fuck another man on the beach," she said without flinching. I shook my head and told to be serious. "His name is Carlton and wants to meet this liberated husband of mine. "That's really is what I told him," she said nodding.

"You told him that you want to fuck him?"

"I said my husband wants me to fuck him," she said without an ounce of guile. "I told him about our beach-fucking project and he wants to take part. He loves the idea of fucking for our "collection" of beaches. He asked if we'd ever fucked here and I said we haven't, so he wants to "help". I think Carlton is perfect."

I asked if he told her about himself. "He is from Compton. Said he discovered the nude beach by accident, but loves it. He had wanted to find one, but didn't know this was here. I told him we picked him out. He said he was honored. He wants to meet you."

As she was talking he walked over to us and put out his hands. "I'm Carlton," he said. "Your wife told me about your beach project. I'd like to help," he said with a smile. I shook his hand and said I was happy he was willing to fuck my wife for the sake of our project. He smiled again, broadly and I asked if he wanted to come home with us. "I'd sure smile at that," he said in an obvious regional expression.

He followed us home and parked behind my car. We sat at the table and I asked if he'd like to"get acquainted" with Claire while I fixed dinner. She took him by the hand and led him toward the bedroom. When they came out at ten he was smiling broadly and she said we were going to the beach the next day to carry out our "project" at Pirates Cove. We decided to go early and go to the far end of the beach. We would go beyond the rocks so they could carry out their lovemaking. "Those rocks are hard," I said. He laughed and said he had a pad for us to bring.

When we got to the beach we went right down to the rocky point and climbed over the ones at the end of the cove. At first he didn't know quite what to do, but Claire took the lead and began kissing Carlton and fondling his very long and thick cock as it began to grow and rise to the occasion. When he was totally erect they stretched out on the pad and he moved his election towards her pussy and pushed slowly into her.

She gasped and as he slid into her she turned to me and smiled. Her legs went open and she pushed up into this black man from Compton. His pace started to pick up and she put her head back and moaned as he fucked her in rapid thrusts that made her grunt with his rhythmic pushes into her. I watched him fuck her for twenty minutes then excused myself and climbed back over the rocks.

"Bring her back before dark," I said with a chuckle.

I was sitting at our spot when Claire and Carlton climbed back over the rocks and came to our beach mat. They were holding hands, as if to say, "Yeah, we just fucked in the rocks and yes, I had his beautiful black cock in me, and yes he's not my husband." Her pubic hair was matted against her mound and her hair was slightly disheveled. They came over and sat down.

"Have a good time?" I asked. They both nodded and smiled at one another. He asked if we had ever been to More Mesa. "Sure," I said. " Want to go there?" I asked. "Try a little Claire on the beach in Santa Barbara?" He looked at her and she kissed him. An obvious invitation to have some more 'sex on the beach'.

The next Saturday we met Carlton at More Mesa, and he greeted us at the top of the cliff overlooking the beach. We hiked down the trail together, then found a spot on the sand and spread our blanket. Carlton wasn't down very long when he asked if Claire wanted to take a walk. "Go north," I said. "Too many people south. That's Hope Ranch and there's no privacy. I'm thinking you two might want some alone time." They both nodded and grinned.

If he was going to fuck my wife, he had to do it where there wasn't many people. I watched them walk off together holding hands and amazed at the difference in their sizes. He was tall and broad and she was short and slim. I actually thought that they made a very handsome couple, tall and black and short and white. I wished I could watch them have sex. It was actually erotic seeing them walk side by side, knowing that they were soon to have sex on the beach. What a great name for a drink, I thought.

They returned after an hour and a half, and she looked extraordinarily happy: well-fucked and well pleased. I later learned that they fucked standing up. He made a basket with his hands and held her at his waist and drove up into her as he supported her weight. Her calves hung at his sides as he held her bottom in place where his cock could just reach her pussy. Then he thrusted into her as she sat in his grasp. With his strong legs he bounced her on his cock for nearly thirty minutes, while she squealed and held onto him, fucking him steadily next to a large rock near the water.

I asked Carlton if he wanted to drive on to our house and spend the night. "You might be able to get a little more white-lady time in Goleta. He quickly agreed and followed us to our home on Fairview Avenue. Once there, Claire fixed him a drink and took him to the pool. Without much coaxing he stripped down and went in. Claire got undressed and joined him in the pool. When I came out with a platter of food, they were standing together with their arms around each other and holding themselves front to front.

Carlton spent the night and left the next morning, spending time holding Claire and saying goodbye next to his car. They had slept in the guest room and had fucked until midnight then slept until six. He had taught her to deep throat, and she was gleeful as she told me about it the next morning. The light in her eyes made me happy we had expanded our sex at the beach campaign by adding Carlton into the mix.

I thought back to our first day under the blanket at Black's Beach. How wonderful that sex was, but I'm not sure it compared to her fucking Carlton, sitting in his hands at his waist next to a big rock at the water's edge. Beach sex never got better than with a white woman fucking a black man in the open air next to the ocean, with the sun on their naked bodies.