My wife and I often fantasized about sharing her with other men, but we never thought it would ever really happen. In a way, I don't think we wanted it to happen. We realized that it's a fun idea when you're hot and horny, but when it's over, things might look a little different.
The problem is, what do you do when you're presented with a golden opportunity to realize your fantasy just when you're hot and horny?
My wife Claudia and I found out one afternoon a few years ago. We were on a long-awaited vacation up in Canada, on the west coast islands. It was the first time in almost 10 years that we'd managed to get away, just the two of us, with no kids. We intended to make the most of it.
We weren't in our hotel room five minutes before we were in bed. First, we'd thrown open the balcony doors that looked out over the ocean, only a hundred yards away. It was an unusually warm day for May, but it was off season and the beach was empty. We had the feeling we were the only people in the hotel.
The fresh sea air seemed to fire our lust and we quickly undressed one another. I turned Claudia toward the balcony, slid behind her and lifted her tight T-shirt over her head. She'd already turned the heads of the few hotel employees in the lobby as we'd checked in. At 44 and a mother of two, she still had a great, curvy figure - full breasts, slim tummy and broad hips, with strong thighs and calves.
Her boobs were almost spilling out of her sheer black bra as I yanked the shirt over her head. I reached around to run the palms of my hands over the silky material and felt her nipples stiffen under my touch.
"You're too beautiful to keep to myself," I whispered, reaching for the clasp between her breasts that would undo her bra. "I'm going to show you off now."
She turned her head to me and smiled. "I'm sure the seagulls will enjoy the show," she said. She pushed her bum back into my hips and I rubbed my growing hard-on against her.
"I bet there's someone out there watching," I said, scanning the beach. There wasn't a soul in sight. "Get ready, whoever you are, and enjoy my wife." I opened her bra and slowly peeled back the thin material. Claudia's tits swung free, wobbling gently, nipples stiff in the breeze.
My wife lifted her arms over her head and shook her boobs. "Look at me, stranger," she said. "Do you like what you see?"
She was playing along for my benefit, but I sensed she was getting into a bit as well. "Show them some more," I said. I sat down on the bed to watch. My cock was hard as a rock.
Claudia started to sway her body and slowly unzipped her skirt. She wiggled her hips a few times, keeping her hands behind her head, and the skirt started to slide down. She tugged it down over her hips. Her bum shuddered as it popped free of the tight fabric. The skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. She was still wearing her heels.
She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled wickedly. "Do you want me to give him a show?" she said, then turned back and stepped out onto the balcony. My heart skipped a beat. Our room was on the second floor and it was easy to see through the narrow wooden posts in the low balcony wall.
She peered carefully down over the balcony wall and then to both sides. The sun cast a golden glow on her round tits. Her bum peeked out of her panties as she leaned over the edge of the balcony.
"There's somebody out there, Bill," she said. She was looking out to the left somewhere. She turned her body to face that direction. "He's kind of good-looking. Tall. Nice broad shoulders." She looked over at me. "He's looking at me."
She started to slowly peel her black panties down over her hips. She rolled them gently down her legs, over her strong thighs and round calves. She kept her legs straight the whole time. Her large breasts swayed from side to side as she slid her panties down.
Then she stood up again, hands over her head and kicked the panties to one side. She was nude except for her high heels. "He's watching me, Bill," she said. She turned herself from side to side, swaying her hips, showing off. Her boobs jiggled as she moved. I was almost passing out from my arousal.
I pulled off the rest of my clothes. My erection was throbbing. "OK, showtime's over," I said hoarsely. "Get back in here. You're all mine now."
Claudia looked over at me, her eyes on my rigid cock. She seemed transformed by her little show. She strutted provocatively into the room, the curves of her legs accentuated by the heels. Her nipples jutted out and she had an almost fierce look on her flushed face. Her tits bobbled with each step. She looked like she was going to devour me.
"I don't know if my husband would approve," she said. "He's back at home, hard at work, while I'm up here with you, a complete stranger." Her voice was a little hoarse.
She threw a leg over my lap and straddled my cock. She leaned down and whispered into my ear, "I don't know your name, mister, but I want you to fuck me." She lowered herself quickly onto me in one smooth motion. She was so wet, I slid into her effortlessly.
She grasped my shoulders and closed her eyes. We started to buck against each other, almost in a frenzy. I had only thrust into her a couple of times before she let out a loud moan between gritted teeth. Seeing her come so quickly sent me over the top and I immediately exploded inside of her.
We collapsed beside each other onto the bed. After a few minutes, I turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her breasts rose and fell with each breath. The sea breeze blew gently over our skin. I reached over and squeezed a breast. She smiled, but kept her eyes closed.
"Your husband's a lucky man," I said.
Her smile broadened and she opened her eyes a slit to peer at me. "I'm glad you think so."
She turned to me and cuddled up. "I hope you don't think I do this on a regular basis. My husband is actually a great guy. And a great lover."
I closed my eyes and smiled, listening to the wind and the waves.
"That was fun," I said after a few minutes. "Imagining you with another guy, I mean."
She hugged me. "You're a pervert." Then she looked up at me and stroked my hair. "I don't want anyone but you."
I kissed the top of her head and looked out the balcony doors. I could see the tops of some pine trees. The sound of the surf reminded me of summer days at the cottage when I was a teenager. Sometimes when I got horny, I'd go for a walk in the woods and take off my clothes. I'd hide them somewhere and then head off through the trees, my hard cock bobbing in front of me. When I'd get to a road, I'd wait until the coast was clear, then step out and quickly jerk off, my excitement fired by the idea that I'd be seen by someone.
I looked back down at Claudia, at the curve of her hip pressed against me. I realized I was disappointed that there hadn't been anyone watching her, that it was me that she'd fucked and not a stranger. The idea was absurd, now that my lust had been satisfied ... my wife dancing nude for a stranger on a hotel balcony and then making love to him. Still, part of me wished it had really happened.
***
We spent the next several days on the beach. It seemed to stretch for miles in both directions. There was no one else around, and we didn't do much other than read and work on our tans. Sometimes we would take long walks and settle down on a part of the beach far away from the hotel. The weather held ... it was sunny most days, if not always warm.
On the third day, when we were on one of those isolated pieces of sand, I suggested to Claudia that she sunbathe topless. "You won't have many chances like this," I said. "A beautiful beach, the sun on those great tits of yours ... and no one to see you. Unfortunately."
Claudia smiled at me, then sat up and undid her bikini top. She pulled it off and her boobs jumped out. She lay back and closed her eyes. The cool breeze off the water quickly stiffened her nipples.
She took a deep breath and sighed. "You're right," she said. "It feels great."
I tormented myself with fantasies of her being watched by other men, but there seemed to be nobody within a hundred miles of us. After a while, I got bored and picked up my book again.
That was our routine for most of the week, but things changed on Saturday. It was about three in the afternoon. Claudia was lying dreamily beside me, her big boobs naked and shuddering from time to time as she shifted positions on her towel. I was sitting up, taking a break between chapters of my book when out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure walking along the beach, a couple of hundred yards away.
My pulse picked up. I glanced down at my wife and her round breasts, then back up at the approaching figure. After a few minutes I could see that it was a man. He was tall and slim, skinny really. He was wearing red swimming trunks and a white T-shirt.
I couldn't decide whether to tell Claudia and risk having her put her top back on, or just quietly let the guy get an eyeful as he walked past. If he kept going, he would pass within a few yards of us. I picked up her bikini top and stuffed it under my hips.
"There's somebody coming," I whispered, "but don't worry, he's a long way off. Can't see a thing, I'm sure."
Claudia quickly put her arms up over her breasts and lifted her head, looking up and down the beach. "Where is he?" She sounded slightly panicked.
"Take it easy," I said. "He's down there." I pointed across her chest. She peered out over the beach.
When she caught sight of him, she relaxed a little. "Oh, Jesus, Bill, I thought he was right here or something. You scared me." She sat up, still trying to cover her breasts. "Where's my top?" Her boobs were squeezing out from under her arms.
"Relax," I said. "He won't to be able to see a thing. Just roll over onto your stomach if you want." I tried to give her a winning smile. "But it might be fun to give this poor guy something to remember."
Claudia looked at me sideways for a moment, then shook her head. "You're nuts, Bill. You really want me to show my tits to a complete stranger?"
"It might be fun," I said. I looked down the beach. The walker was about 100 yards away now. He was looking down at the sand and didn't seem to be paying any attention to us. "Think about the little show you put on the other day on the balcony. That was hot. Here's a chance to make it happen for real."
"You want me to dance nude for this guy?" she asked. Her face said it all: are you completely insane?
"No, for Christ's sake," I said. "I'm just talking about lying here topless. Let him have a look at those beauties." I reached over and gave one boob a squeeze. She tried half-heartedly to pull away, giving me a scolding look before smiling again.
"It's no big deal," I said. "People sunbathe topless all the time. And you've got a lot more to show than most." My enthusiasm for the idea was growing along with my cock. "You're hot. Give this guy a little."
Claudia looked at me, then back down at the approaching stranger. "What's he look like?" she asked, still peering at him.
"Who cares?" I said. My dick was pressing up against the inside of my swimsuit.
