In Spiaggia

At the beach 🏖

It was a hot day, finally. My wife and I went to the beach to relax and get some tan. I was hoping to be able to get nice views of some of the more attractive looking Italian... or whatever nationality women there are at the place we went to. We were early that day and got a first row spot under the shade mats, two lettini, un tavolino. It was already quite busy and soon the beds next to us were taken by a family with,at first glance, a rather attractive mother, two teenage boys, and a father with a figure like he's in construction but doesn't do too much heavy lifting any more.

The mom is light haired, no clue about the color of her eyes because of her shades. She has a Latin type of body, meaning from top 'till just under the ribs, more or less straight, then at the hips broadening out. Her belly was a bit round but firm. She caught my attention right away and I made an effort to catch her on my mobile... which I did manage.

But I guess you can say she caught me there. She reacted as if she hadn't seen it though. But when her husband and sons took a dive in the sea and my wife went to the toilet, she turned and looked at me. I looked back and asked: "Hi, how are you?"

She answered with "OK" I continued: "Where are you from?"

Her English was not very good... "Holiday, we have holiday."... "We come from Milano. And you?"

"I come from The Netherlands." I said.

"From Amsterdam?"

I said that The Netherlands is bigger than just Amsterdam. "It is like when you say you're Italian, I say: Ah, Rome."

She understood and laughed.

She then asked: "Why did you make picture?"

I said "Video". In the video I took, she had touched the line of her bikini bottom on her inguinal ligament, both sides, then stood presenting herself, or that is how I interpreted her posture. I sort of guessed she knew but wasn't sure because there was no other sign. And now we chatted, she touched herself there again. I boldly looked at what her fingers were doing. I continued to look while answering, just as bold: "I liked what I saw and wanted a reminder."

She replied while slowly sliding her fingers up over her belly towards her bikini-top then following that line under her tits: "So you like what you see. You want to touch?"

I have never had such a direct answer, my dick was swelling in my swim boxers that were just wide enough not to let it be too apparent. I answered smartly: "Oh, I want that... and more"

She glanced over to her family in the sea and said: "Right away? Where?"

I said: "There's shower cabins up there, next to the toilets." She looked where I pointed. "I'll wait for my wife to return and then join you." She smiled and I noticed a small dark spot between her legs. "Take the one on the left, it's just out of direct view." My cock was well on its way to be as hard as it would get. With the slightest tip of her tongue only barely emerging, she licked the middle of her upper lip and then pulled in her bottom lip a bit to bite that. Then she got up and moved towards the shower cabins. She passed my wife on the stairs. As she sat down, I announced that it was my turn. I collected the empty glasses and plate from lunch to take it to the bar. Then crossed the restaurant towards the toilet and shower area. From up there, I saw my wife just laying in the sun.

I opened the door to the shower cabin and there she was. She had already taken off her bikini and was touching her inguinal ligament, again. She had a really attractive venus hill, not too big, triangular, with a hungry slit from which her inner labia protruded, which came out even more while I watched. I then closed and locked the door. And as I turned towards her, she pulled down my trunks, releasing my rearing rod. I stepped out of my swimwear and while she grabbed my hard meat, I grabbed her pussy, slid in a finger right away and she moaned her pleasure in response. I added another digit and fingerfucked her to make her entrance ready for my hard-on. Which she was pulling, rubbing. But as soon as my fingers increased speed, her attention was elsewhere.

She was rather smaller than me and had fat legs under her fat bum so it was going to be a bit of a struggle to enter her from the front, but for me that was her best feature so I went for that.

I said: "We don't have much time, I want to fuck you like this, right now." She was remarkably flexible and lifted up one leg easily. I bent my legs a bit and she led my pleasure pole to her tantalizing twat. I shoved it up as she bent her leg over my hip. The fucking started. Our bellies touched and rubbed, in fact slided more from sweat lubricating our skins. My hard member swelled to the max, stimulating both our primal urge to copulate. I looked at her flushed but happy face as she lightly held my hips, her one leg up, her heel helping me push my breeding tool deeper towards her womb. As I held her waist with one hand, the other leaning against the wall for stability, I leaned forward and we kissed, deeply, tongues playing, softly moaning.

Then her moaning got deeper. Then she shivered a bit saying: "Sto arrivando... I'm coming. Oh Dio, così buono, che cazzo meraviglioso... What a good dick you have... I'm coming."

By then I felt my orgasm building up, ready to explode." I'm... coming... too..." I said in rhythm with me ramming my massive manhood in her fulminating femininity. I felt my sperm work its way up. With one more hefty push I entered her sex as far as I could and held it there, shivering and moaning my ultimate lust, coating her cervix with my reproduction liquids.

And then I felt her fluids coat my dick. I looked down as I moved my stinger in and out some more. It was white with her cream. My dick was still hard but just a bit less and together with her creamy fluids, it made a sloshed sound and there was hardly any friction left.

I realized I didn't even know her name. I just fucked and creamed, maybe even bred this Italian hotwife. This epiphany made me harden again. I shivered and moaned, watching my dick continue the fucking her cunt. She was limp with spent orgasm energy. But she shivered and moaned as well with the continued pounding of my bone-hard manhood. Her leg had slipped off my hip and it became an impossible position to keep working her slit. I asked her: "You want me to continue breeding you?" Her eyes looked up at me with tired lust. My shaft slipped out of her but sprung up, ready to continue.

She looked at my still fuck ready male organ and looked back up, saying, almost pleading: "Sì, per favore, procedi." I said: "Then you'll have to turn around, I'm going take you from behind."

She turned and bent forward, holding the tap for the shower to stabilize herself. I positioned myself behind her big butt, focusing on her lush labia sticking from between her legs. I took my erection in my hand and passed the head through her slit. As she whimpered, I rammed my babymaker deep inside her crevice. As my pelvis hit her butt-cheeks burying it as deep as I could, she moaned surprised. I grabbed her hips, took my member almost out and shoved it back with force. Again she moaned, and again I repeated. I felt her clamp my phallus in her yonnic hole with her vaginal muscles. This excited me more and I gave a renewed effort banging her twat from behind. She stopped moaning but panted hard. She moved her butt, her cunt, against my moves with lust.

My second coming was building up quickly and I let her know by moaning my pleasure. Harder and faster I worked her pussy, she just breathed harder and quicker. But when I announced my orgasm and held my sperm squirter deep inside her, pulling her against me by her hips, she gave a long howl. I came once more, felt my warm sperm pass my head into her depths. Her muscles held me in for a few moments more. But then it was over. I stepped back and she turned around.

We kissed once more and I asked: "How was that?"

She answered in Italian: "Eccezionale. Mi hai scopato meravigliosamente." Meaning: "Awesome. You fucked me wonderfully."

I smiled. "You're really something. Not many can squeeze a second coming out of me. Thank you." I kissed her one last time, picked up and put on my trunks. We smiled at each other, then I left.

Back at our beds, I asked my wife if she wanted to take a swim. We did. I cooled off. From the water I saw the hotwife taking a shower. We all did some more sunbathing. She gave me a few covert horny looks, I smirked. It was the last day of our holidays. We left early that day.