Sometimes my wife will really surprise me. We were walking around the neighborhood, chatting. I don't even remember how the topic came up, but we were talking around the edges of threesomes. When I say around the edges, we weren't talking exactly about it, just hinting and what-if and such. I almost fell down when she said, "Maybe if I was really drunk." I pressed her for more juicy details, but the only thing I got was that it could only be with another guy, never a chick.
Now I knew for a while that the issue excited her. A year or two before, we had bought a realistic looking vibrator that we would include in our lovemaking on occasion. Generally, I'd only get it out when I knew she was really aroused. During these sessions I'd really put Paula through her paces, with a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth; we were even able to achieve DP twice with the rubber cock fucking her ass while I pounded her pussy, and she came like crazy. I don't know who was more turned on, her doing two cocks, or me watching her do two cocks. But this was all safe, fake imitation and we had never really considered including an actual other man in our lovemaking.
I wrote in Literotica awhile ago about another time she surprised me when she said she would like to visit a nude beach. We are fortunate to have one nearby, although it does involve about a mile walk along the shore to get to the nude part. This we've done a couple of times and it was very exciting, except the last visit was a bummer. Depending on how aroused she is, Paula can either be a showoff or a prude. You can read about the first visit on this web site. The second time she must've been hot too because she didn't even cover up as guys would walk by to get to a nearby trail. She also sucked my cock briefly on that trip. This last visit she was uptight. I know she wanted to get naked, but the beach was narrow, there seemed to be a lot of fully clothed, creepy guys walking back and forth and the mosquitoes were a terror. We still drove home and fucked like bunnies, but it wasn't the same. Afterward we talked about what we found exciting. We agreed that just being naked outdoors was a turn-on and that being naked in front of other naked people was even more of a turn-on. We also agreed that it should be casual, not as if you were on a stage, and that it shouldn't just be creepy guys, but a mix of men and women to be comfortable. Being anonymous was a plus too, since she really didn't want to be identified.
With these things decided, I thought about how we could pursue this. I remembered the number of nude beaches in Jamaica when I visited there. While many of them seemed to only be populated by senior citizens, I knew that at least a couple of them had a younger crowd, especially in Negril. We talked about a trip there and I promised that she wouldn't have to do anything she was uncomfortable with, but that this offered all of the things that could make for a truly erotic vacation – beautiful warm sand beaches, nobody to recognize her, dozens of beautiful naked couples around. She was unsure, but willing to go. Perfect.
The trip was booked for February into an all-inclusive resort that catered to couples and boldly advertised a clothing-optional beach. Paula almost immediately went on a diet to lose a few pounds. I didn't think she really needed to, but she wouldn't be deterred. The two weeks before we left we went tanning to try to get some base color so as not to burn. Even tanning naked in the machines was a turn-on and we had plenty of sex even before we left. Paula bought two new bikinis although I kept teasing her that she wasn't permitted to wear them. She was firm in replying, "I'll be the judge of that."
The flight was long, the bus ride to the resort bumpy. Everywhere you turned a local was trying to do something for you for money or sell you something. I was glad to get onto the resort where the near constant hassling ended. The resort was everything it was advertised to be. Beautiful, secluded, clean and posh. By the time we were settled into our cottage it was a little late for the beach, so we just strolled around the several pools and bars. Almost every hour was happy hour, and we enjoyed a finger food dinner with copious drinks.
That night in bed I worked to get things started.
"So, are you going to be showing off this yummy pussy on the beach tomorrow?" I asked Paula as I slowly ran my tongue up her very slick slit.
"I don't know, we'll see." She panted back.
"Oh, I think you definitely should, it's so gorgeous." I replied.
It was gorgeous too, she had shaved her pussy into what I call the 'porn star' look, which is my favorite. A narrow landing strip of hair above her slit, and lips shaved smooth. My poor wife will be wearing out some razors on this trip, but I love the smooth legs, armpits and pussy lips.
I brought her to within an inch of orgasm, and then slowly sunk my cock into her. She came hard and immediately. I don't know what had her so cranked up, the rum, my tongue or the idea of the nude beach. I came seconds later, dumping a gallon of come into her. Maybe these things got me cranked too.
The next morning found me gently rubbing her pussy to wake her. Since this was vacation we could have slept in, but I had better plans. Paula was in a frisky mood and instead of pushing my hand away, she pushed into it. She was wet, and it wasn't just my come left over from the night before.
"Ohhh, if you keep doing that I may have to jump on top of you." She murmured.
"As nice as that sounds, I want you on the beach. Maybe you can jump on me on the beach." I suggested.
"We'll get in trouble."
"Hold the thought."
I jumped out of bed, leaving a smoldering wife behind. Breakfast was fresh fruit I picked up at the breakfast bar and brought back to the room. When I returned, Paula was still in the shower, no doubt wearing out a razor. What a sweetie.
Afterward, we set out for the beach. Paula chose a daring pink string bikini that I know she would've never worn at home. She looked great. When we got to the beach the attendant Andre gave us towels and described the nude beach and the 'prude' beach for those who elect to keep their suits on. He also mentioned that at the rear of each beach were screened 'veranda' areas for more privacy. I got the impression that lovemaking was discouraged on the beach but permitted in the veranda areas.
We took our towels and cautiously headed to the nude beach. It was still early, perhaps nine am and the beach was only sparsely populated by perhaps four couples. Two couples were obviously together and seemed a little older than us, maybe early fifties. The other two couples were younger, maybe thirties and were not together. We set up between the older couples and one of the younger couples, about twenty feet from each. Paula had seemed pretty confident up until now, but as we sat down upon the towel I was afraid she would lose her nerve.
"Time to free those beauties," I teased, referring to her beautiful, round breasts.
"They're not beauties, I need a boob job."
"You're crazy, they look SO nice."
"Sean, you're biased."
In absolute truth, I am biased, but I am also being truthful when I say that Paula has some of the nicest real boobs I've ever seen. Just the perfect shape, only the tiniest sag, and her nipples still point slightly up.
As I looked at her expectantly, she looked up and down the beach. Each of the couples had observed us as we entered the beach, but none seemed to be looking now, and they all were already naked. Taking a deep breath, Paula took off her top. It was warm on the beach, but her nipples were erect.
"So nice." I couldn't resist commenting.
"Maybe I'll just stay like this for now." Paula remarked.
"Suit yourself, as they say. Optional means optional, but all of us guys will be disappointed."
Again, she looked up and down the beach. Sensing no threat, she untied her bottom and pulled it off.
"Happy now?" She asked.
"Very happy." I replied and pulled off my suit. I gave her a big kiss. She returned the kiss with passion.
It was a perfect day, no clouds, warm sun, light breeze. We lay together sharing small talk and an occasional kiss. The beach slowly became more crowded with couples arriving and stripping. Clothing was optional, but so far nobody had elected to retain their suits. Perhaps it was the expense of the resort that kept out the younger crowd, because so far the youngest couples seemed to be in their thirties. There were also a few more couples in their fifties, but so far no true senior citizens. Everyone seemed to keep a discrete distance from each other unless they were obviously visiting. I have to admit that some of the thirty-something wives or girlfriends looked very good. The sexual tension was keeping my cock at half staff. When one of the thirty-something guys stripped while standing nearby I teased Paula:
"What do you think of that guy."
