We'd never had been naked around other people before. Never even been nude in our own backyard before that, but being without clothes around other people seemed to change us, especially her. She was more playful, more flirtatious, and certainly more sexually frisky after going to the nude beach. I pretty much knew if we stayed that way for long around all those naked and horny men she'd be fucking one of them before it got dark.
Did I approve of the person Claire had become? For some reason I did. I had fantasized about open marriage personally, about extramarital sex, but I never had the nerve to bring it up to her. I'd beat off to thoughts of her fucking other guys, but I kept it to myself. It was my own private hunger fantasy.
We drove to the nude beach in our '78 camper van, parked by the train tracks and walked the quarter mile to the sand. We threw off our clothes as we emerged onto the sand and hunted for a spot around the point. Claire put her towel down, set up her beach chair, and then pretended to read One Hundred Years of Solitude while scoping out the guys.
I played a little frisbee with the wind and eyed the pussies of the naked women on the beach. I admired the asses of those who strolled the sand and exhibited themselves for my perusal, and I inspected the tits of those who produced them for me to see and enjoy.
The day was hot, nearly 90 degrees, and the wind was nice for frisbee throwing and showing off my newly acquired moves and carefully practiced tricks. I was loving it and Claire was showing off her well-exercised body to anybody who'd look. We were naked on the beach for the first time, but we were part of it, and we both loved it. Maybe I loved it more because I got to look at her, and watch her strut naked in front of horny guys. I would steal glances at her as I played with the wind and my frisbee, imitating what I had seen from the more skilled players on the beach.
The beach was filling up fast with naked bodies grouped into families, packs of college friends, and long time nudists who came in flocks like birds on the shore. People spread blankets and put up beach chairs and lathered themselves with sunscreen. Everyone stripped down to nothing and exposed themselves to everyone else, feeling free and proud and pure in the sun.
Kids dug out balls and pails and plastic shovels and headed to the wet sand to dig. Moms covered their children with sunblock and teens stretched their towels as close to each other as possible. Claire walked to the water and drew a crowd of admirers like rabbits in heat. I watched her toy with them, smiling, and laughing, and preening, leading them down the wet sand.
She clearly was enjoying the attention. Her smile was radiant, her body was luscious, and her presence was pure sex. I watched from behind my dark glasses, and I wondered which one would take her into the dunes. It was just obvious that's where things were heading. I began to imagine each one with her, picturing what it would be like to see her off with each guy, visualizing them with her in the dunes.
It was a crazy thing to think about, imaging your wife off fucking different guys in the sand dunes, but that is what was going through my mind. She looked so lovely, so sexy, so naked, so fuckable. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She played with them, flirted with them, toyed with them, and led them deeper into the dunes.
Finally, when they got far enough she began challenging them, daring them, even coaxing them to take her, make her, and fuck her brains out. She wanted all four of them and in a group they complied. They fondled her, kissed her, and finally each man fucked her while the others waited his turn.
She spread the blanket on the sand and reached up to Harry, pulling him down on top of her, spreading her legs, taking him in one quick pull on his hips. Harry slipped into her and went to the hilt, pushing against her pubis. He was around thirty and muscled, with blond hair and blue eyes. Harry fucked her until he came, then she pushed him off and reached out to Bart.
Bart's cock was stiff and ready and he aimed his shaft accurately and hit the mark, sliding quickly in between her swollen and sopping labia lips and picking up the pace immediately, pounding into her with determined lust, fucking my wife as fast as he could on the blanket next to a dune.
I stood on the top of a sandhill not twenty yards away and watched them with binoculars, my wife and the man named Bart, the other men standing to wait their turn and Harry, who had just had his. She took Bart deep and quick, holding him by his hips, taking him into her in powerful, prolonged thrusts that rocked her body each time he pushed in.
Bart held one of her breasts in his hand, his other holding her bottom. His pelvis repeatedly hitting against hers. I could hear their bodies slap together from where I stood. I had never talked about this before with her, and I'd never been fortunate enough to watch her doing anything like it. But that day I reveled in seeing her so pleased, so wild, so sexual. I had never seen her so carnal, and it thrilled me to watch.
All my life I knew I was a voyeur, and since I'd known her I knew she lived to expose herself, and fucking those four men in the dunes did that for her in spades. She wore skirts so short they challenged legality. She often went without panties and never wore a bra. She often wore see-through tops and teased onlookers daily. It was part of her personality and I had always accepted it, loved looking at it, and knew others did as well.
After she finished with Bart, she left him spent on the sand, she climbed on Jacob and bounced over him gleefully. He looked up at her like a kid admiring a new toy, triumphantly smiling and grateful for the fuck in the dunes, just yards from the beach and a hundred steps from our blanket where other people played and sunned.
Why we had never been nude at the beach I couldn't say. Why she'd never fucked in front of me I can only wonder, since it excited me so very, very much. We had heard of other couples who opened their marriage to sex with other people, but until I'd seen it I didn't know for sure I could.
When she finished riding on top of Jacob, she went right to Peter, who had stood dutifully waiting for his turn with her, his erection pointing out in front of him as he patiently kicked back. For him she got on her hands and knees, looking back at her bum to let him know where she expected him to be. He knelt behind her, his cock pointing at her sweet ass.
With a sudden thrust, he drove it deep into her causing her to grunt, then smile when the hurt went from a quick pain to a pleasant warmth. He began moving in and out of her, sawing slowly but gradually increasing the speed. She glanced back at him and then over at me on the dune. I didn't know before then that she knew I was watching, not that I thought she was worried I would.
Before we went to the nude beach, we hadn't talked about opening things up sexually, except we knew others who had done that, but deep down I knew it would appeal to her. She really liked sex, she loved to show off, and she really didn't care who knew about what she enjoyed. As an absolutely open person who did not try to hide anything, ever, she would not be troubled by the possibility of having people find out about what we did in private.
At the beach, in the dunes, she didn't worry about being seen, in fact the possibility most likely enhanced the whole experience for her. As I said, she is an unequivocal exhibitionist, so I am sure it made it more exciting for her. It probably was amazing we hadn't been nudists before.
The four guys walked her back to our blanket, and she bent and kissed me when she got to our spot. She was telling me in gesture what she'd just done and hoping I didn't care. She turned and said goodbye to the guys and took a seat next to me. The guys looked a little uneasy being in front of the husband of the woman they'd just fucked. I smiled and tried to put them at ease.
"Have a good time?" I asked.
"Fabulous," she said smiling up at the four guys. "If you're here next week, maybe we can take a walk again," she said to them. They all nodded and backed away, then went back to their towels.
"So you like coming to the nude beach?" I asked.
"You we're watching, right?" she said.
"Nice show," I said.
"Could you get used to this?" she asked, meaning letting her fuck other guys.
"I am sure you could," I said. "Coming here has helped you open up. You want to come here again?"
"No pun intended?" she said with a smile. "The voyeur in you had a good time today, right?" I nodded.
"I am surprised we've never done this before," I said. "I know Carly and Alan have an open agreement. You ever talked to them about fucking others or going to the nude beach?"
She shook her head. "I haven't, but I might now," she said. "When did you know I was going to service the beach crew?"
"When you went toward the dunes and four handsome fellows followed you like dogs in heat," I said. "My heart started pounding and I snuck over to a high dune to watch. You did give a great show," I said.
"I think they liked it," she said with a grin. "I am glad I took a big towel," she added. "So you like coming here? You like being naked in Nature? You like watching me fuck?"
"You know I like porn," I said. "You know I like watching you show it off," I added. "Watching you get poked is more than fun. I think I'd like to see more," I said.
