I finally convinced my wife Emma to go to a nude beach. She kept telling me that forty year old couples shouldn't be showing off at a nude beach. I just wanted to loosen her up some. We weren't making love much these days and Emma always had some excuse to put me off.
We drove out to the farthest point on this nude beach. That was the concession I had to make to my wife in order to get her there. There was not going to be any roving eyes if she could help it. We walked out to the beach and got our blankets and items arranged on the sand. Emma slowly stripped off her bikini and I shed my swimming trunks. We barely got settled in when I saw a figure walking towards us.
As this man got closer I could see him better. One thing was for sure, he was hung. I could swear this guy had ten inches swinging between his legs. What was worse, he was heading straight for us. I thought Emma would be upset but I could see she had her eyes glued to this man's crotch.
"How are you folks today, my name is Roy," the guy with the big dick told us.
"I am Barry and my wife is Emma," I told him.
"I saw this attractive couple from down the beach so I had to come and see what was going on," Roy told us. "Are you looking for some excitement today?" Roy asked.
"Excitement?" I asked him.
"Yeah, lots of people come to this section of the beach for sex," Roy explained.
I told Roy we were just sunning ourselves. When I looked over at Emma she was looking directly at Roy's long cock.