After months of my wife and I sharing nude pictures of her online and receiving a lot of steamy messages we decided to push her exhibitionism a little further and see where it might take us.
She'd gotten the attention of a couple of very well-hung younger guys from the website we had joined and was enjoying sharing messages and videos with them back and forth. Our sex life had never been better as she reveled in her newfound self-confidence.
We had gotten lucky last year and were able to sync our holiday time off work so that we got three weeks off together during the peak of summer. We had planned on spending a lot of it at a nice, semi-private beach about 40 minutes from home, not far from a secluded outdoor spot we'd found for taking pictures at.
One evening after dinner my wife slipped into a black g-string and a pink summer dress and we headed out for a drive. When we got to the beach it was after dinner and the day time crowd had thinned out. My wife spread the blanket she'd brought out across the sand and we settled in to watch the sunset. She laid down and spread her legs slightly as the sun-kissed her pale skin and the cool evening breeze playfully lapped the edge of her short dress.
Moments after we'd sat down a group of guys in their early 20s who had been playing frisbee further up the beach found there way down to our spot, skipping stones along the way and throwing the frisbee back and forth. A few of them casually eyed my wife's milky thighs as she laid face down on our beach blanket. We both got a kick out of the attention and after they passed us my wife decided to take a dip in the water.
She pulled the skirt of her dress up and tied it off in a knot in front of her stomach, revealing her thick, pale nude ass and black g-string. I sat on the blanket and watched as the group of guys stopped their game not far from us and watched my semi-naked wife reach the water's edge and dip her small painted toes in the lake. She cooed and giggled with surprise at the cool temperature of the water. I started to flush with excitement and lust knowing the group of guys was turned on watching my wife walk out into the water, her bare ass beginning to disappear beneath the surface.
She bobbed in the water for a moment or two before turning around and heading back towards our spot. Her nipples were hard like little stones protruding from her dress and as she left the water her wet thong clung to her mound revealing the perfect shape of her pussy lips.
After my wife's display, the group of guys returned to their original spot further down the beach and began building a fire in the blue twilight after sundown. With it beginning to get dark and now excited to make each other cum thinking about our evening at the beach we decided to pack up and head home. I gathered our bag and the shells we had collected from the shoreline and walked to our car to pack them away as my wife dusted the dry sand off her body and folded our beach blanket back at our spot.
As I turned and headed back to the beach I saw one of the 20 something-year-old guys talking to my wife. They exchanged a few words before he turned in my direction and nodded at me then casually walked back to his circle of friends who now had a good fire going.
"What did he say to you," I asked. My wife was smiling.
"He asked if you were my husband," she said.
"And?" I said. She giggled softly.
"And I said you are. Then he told me his friends think I'm 'pretty foxy'. His words," she said, still smiling.
"Well, I tend to agree," I said playfully.
"You'd better agree!" she said, before adding, "and he asked if he could give me his phone number. He said I didn't have to do anything with it, cause I'm married. His friends had put him up to it and he just didn't want to let them down."
"So you going to give him a call," I teased.
My wife burst into laughter. "I just might," she said playfully. "He seemed like a nice guy. Now come on, it's getting chilly."
"You go-ahead to the car, I'll be right there," I said.
I walked the fifty or so feet to where the group of guys was sitting around their fire. Their rowdiness and laughter grew quiet as I approached and the few with their backs to me turned to face me. I said hello and introduced myself by my first name. A few of the more boisterous ones said hello back. The one who had spoken with my wife was sitting across the fire and I asked him his name.