It was twenty years ago and the sexiest weekend I've ever spent, even though I didn't actually have sex once. It was my wife who was ravished by a fellow we met at the nude beach one Saturday morning in July. I had been down the beach playing volleyball and when I got back Claire was chatting up a young, well-built nude brother who was at the beach for his first time. She was obviously taken by him and flirting with Samuel and I got excited by the possibilities, imagining her bedding him there at the beach. He was tall, muscular, and very well endowed, possibly eight inches flaccid, and said he was on leave from the marines out of Camp Pendleton, near Oceanside.
They were sitting outside of our beach tent, then they went for a short walk together, just the two of them. It didn't piss me off that she was so friendly with Samuel, in fact, it turned me on since I had fantasized about such a thing for years. She had denied any interest in sewing any wild oats with other guys until that afternoon at Pirates Cove near San Luis Obispo, and the possibilities left me weak in the knees. When they returned from their walk, Claire invited him into our tent and they sat together, chatting, leaning close and touching casually as they talked.
When I first noticed her with her hand on his leg as they chatted, I smiled at her and nodded my consent, wondering if she was going to go all the way with our new friend. A while later I walked with her to the water and asked if she was going to "do" Samuel. "Would you mind?" she asked as we strolled to the water, surprising but pleasing me. I told her I'd love it and gave her hand a squeeze.
"He certainly is gifted in the manly department," I said and she agreed and smiled, blushing. "I think he must be close to eight inches flaccid." She just smiled and nodded her agreement with my judgement.
"I'd love to have that beautiful thing inside of me," she whispered with a happy grin. When we got back to the tent she went inside and sat next to Samuel, again putting her hand on his thigh. It didn't take all that long for that hand to move to his soft cock, and I noticed it instantly beginning to harden. He lifted one knee to hide what she was doing from the open side of the tent. I was amazed at just how big it got, but even more amazed that my wife kept up the effort. It was huge and she played openly with it as he sat silently, his eyes closed and his breathing rapid. I noticed she had opened her legs and Samuel's hand had moved to her pussy, openly fingering that soft opening as she massaged his very hard and very large penis, not caring tat all that I could see what he was doing. He explained later that he had many times fucked a white woman for her husband's pleasure.
"White women love Black cock," he said with pride.
