Blame It On The Beach - The Making Of A Mature Slut Wife
When my wife Gwen first suggested it I was lukewarm to the idea. Our vacations had always been busy affairs filled with exploration and meeting with as many local people to learn the customs and culture as time would allow. Upon our retirement, 4 years ago, we vowed to be more adventurous and had zip lined through the jungle in Costa Rica, climbed Mount Kilimanjaro and taken several white-water rafting trips. So, it might seem strange that 10 days at an all-inclusive, 5-star resort didn't particularly appeal to me. Now, after 3 days of being taken care of, I had to admit it wasn't bad at all; in fact I was enjoying it.
Our vow for adventure wasn't limited to travel however; we also pledged to explore our sexuality in a more adventurous ways. Gwen was the instigator of this and we had dabbled in sexual activity in restaurants for example, she had jerked me off and I had fingered her to an orgasm at a rather posh establishment which will remain nameless. We had fucked in the car in a parking lot and also in a field and a woodlot with the ever-present thrill of being seen.
We had seen the signs for the nude beach and after breakfast on our fourth day we decided to try it. It felt a little disconcerting at first to be naked around strangers but also liberating and erotic. There was a variety of body shapes and sizes parading nude and Gwen was the most alluring and was ogled lustily by many men as we strolled along before finding a spot to spread our beach towels. I found that men looking at my wife's naked body turned me on. I knew they would be leering at her with one thought in mind and that excited me. Gwen is a slim, natural blonde with a lovely, well-preserved body with all the right curves in all the right places and proportion. She has always been a passionate lover but more so since our retirement. She has become more adventurous and expressive; 'horny naughty' I call it and I love it. I lay on the beach towel, semi-erect after covertly fondling Gwen's pussy and playing with her nipples. If some men saw me, and I'm certain they did, I didn't mind nor did she; I liked showing her off to men and she enjoyed them looking her. That made me horny and I imagined her being fucked by them, even the big, fat ones. She was wet from my attention and the knowledge that men were ogling her and I don't believe she would have stopped me from fucking her right there and then. I rolled onto my stomach to hide my ever-growing erection. "If you're going to hide your cock and not take me right now I'm going to cool off in the ocean," she joked. I turned my head and watched her lovely ass sashay down to the water as she knew I would and my cock throbbed against the towel.
She came out of the ocean and I thought of the scene in the James Bond movie, 'Dr. No' of Ursula Andress emerging from the sea, my wife did look good and very sexy. She was about halfway to me when she was approached by a man. He was young, no older than 25, black and likely a local lad. They talked for little more than a minute and as they did his cock became almost fully erect and it was a sizeable piece of meat. My wife smiled and continued her walk and flopped down beside me. "What was that all about," I asked casually.
"He wanted to know if he could show me a good time while here on the island."
"I bet he could as well with a cock like that."
Gwen laughed and said, "Yes, he was rather large and was getting excited, just like you. I didn't quite know where to look."
"You have that effect on men you horny slut, all the guys on the beach have been leering at you with only one thought in mind."
"I guess I'm just too sexy, let's go back to our chalet," she whispered sensually. I didn't need to be asked twice and the sex that followed was delicious. I had the distinct impression that she was thinking of the young man on the beach giving it to her and that's what I was thinking also.
After dinner we went for a stroll around the resort then into the bar. A couple we had seen a few times at meals and on the nude beach earlier that day beckoned us over and asked if we would join them. They introduced themselves as Tony and Greta and we chatted about this and that until Greta looked at her husband for a few seconds then said, "We saw you on the nudey beach today and knew it was your first time."
"Was it that obvious?" I asked.
"We've been coming here for quite a few years and you can always tell," Greta said then spoke to Gwen, "we saw you speaking with a young man after your swim."
"Yes," Gwen said, "he wanted to show us a good time, guide us around the island I suppose."
"That's not what he wanted."
"Oh, what do you mean?"
Greta looked at Tony again and he gave an almost imperceptible nod. "He was offering sex; there are quite a few young men who patrol the beach. The resort gives their tacit approval, if you notice them wearing a blue and yellow wristband it indicates they are approved by the resort and have permission to approach guests."
"I never would have thought of that," Gwen said with astonishment. "What do you mean, 'approved by the resort?"
"They have been checked out medically and are healthy in every way so you can enjoy the full experience, if you get what I mean?"
"I think I do," Gwen mused, "no condom?"
"Exactly, so if you see the wristband and you fancy a local Gigolo, go for it, I can certainly recommend it," the lady gushed enthusiastically.
"You've been with one of those men?" Gwen whispered.
"More than one my Dear, I sample two or three every year. It's worth the fifty bucks and you get an awful lot for your money, if you get my drift."
I ordered a round and the Tony suggested he and I sit at the bar and let the ladies talk about the guys on the beach. We sat at the end of the bar, away from the cluster of tourists that were gathered around the centre. He stirred his drink with the swizzle stick, "Let me tell you, there's nothing hornier than watching your wife getting it from these young, black guys. The stamina to give it to her is amazing, believe me they love it and the end product is a sight to see, fills her to overflowing and guaranteed to make her cum multiple times. Happy wife -- happy life!"
Tony had certainly got my attention and we returned to the table and our wives. We had another drink then Gwen and I bid a good night. We were like newlyweds when we got back to the chalet; eager, intense and on the floor with our clothes scattered about. I wondered if my wife was interested in what she had been told tonight . . . I certainly hoped she was!
We had arranged a car rental for 2 days and used it to explore every inch of the island. Gwen never mentioned the guys on the beach and although it was never very far from my thoughts I decided to leave the topic for her to raise.
After returning the vehicle we strolled around the small town near the resort and stopped into a bar for a meal. We recognized a few other tourists from the resort in there and the live band was surprisingly good. We stayed and had a few more drinks and were feeling a little tipsy. A local guy asked Gwen to dance and since I have never been overly keen and she loves to I told her to go ahead. The music was lively and the mood definitely sensual. My wife moved provocatively in front of the young, black man who responded in kind. More than once his hands lingered on her ass and brushed her tits and I thought not by accident but Gwen just kept smiling and dancing. They embraced for a slow, sexy tune and the lights on the dance floor dimmed. I could see him grind his crotch into hers and she was definitely enjoying it. I watched his hands roam over her shoulders, down her back and onto her bottom. He pulled her into him and squeezed her ass. Watching my wife being mauled by another man was erotic beyond words, my cock throbbed and I imagined him laying her on my table and fucking her here in the bar. As the music ended he whispered in her ear and brought her back to the table.
She was flushed with exertion and excitement and her nipples strained against her tee. She flopped onto the chair and ran her arm over her brow, "Phew! That was something else; his hands were all over me!"
"You didn't seem to mind him mauling you," I commented.
"Are you upset?" Gwen asked, her voice full of concern.
"No, not at all, in fact I found it very erotic."
"I must admit I liked it, it was rather sexy. I felt so . . . free . . . so . . . aroused and his cock felt so hard pressing against me. I saw he was wearing that blue and yellow wristband from the resort."
"I saw the wristband. What did he whisper to you at the end of the dance?"