We had gone there because she wanted to see some live black big cocks. I wanted to be there to see her; I would not have missed something like this.
We went to that nude beach, she wearing the skimpiest bottom of a string thong, and no bra. Hand in hand, we went chitchatting with the black guys with the biggest cocks we could find. But Carmen was sort of disappointed, as she likes well fit men. The cocks were great, but the guys sucked (in her words), too fat, too ugly, too old.
As we walked along, I was half hard and oozing; my wife's hand kept shaking slightly and, as she pointed it to me, her lubrication was riding her inner thighs, which she masked every once in a while by applying suntan over it. She warned that she was so horny by the exposure, her feeling the stares on her, her small buttocks wiggling, and the string tickling her butthole, that she feared to have an orgasm any minute.
We were walking hand in hand, and suddenly she crushed my hand. "There" she whispered, signaling two guys at the end of the beach, close to the bushes in the back of it. As we walked towards them, it was as if they had read our minds: they stood up and began smearing suntan over themselves as they began making small chat.
My wife was shaking. The guys were very good looking, sporty and strong in their forties. And with large cocks that they took the time to smear suntan as well. Actually, one of the guys had an enormous cock (whom I baptized later as Cock Zilla), and they both were not oiling themselves, but merely stroking in front of Carmen. She had already lost her composture, and was hypnotized looking Cockzilla's dick as he slowly stroked it for her, looking at her mommy breasts. Her jaw had dropped, and she was hooked staring it.
