Oz Beach Boy & Hot Beach Couple

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This is an entry in the 2024 SUMMER LOVIN' CONTEST, so I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time to leave a score.

This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something, sex-addicted male exhibitionist) being invited into some sex play with a much older male-female couple on the beach.

This story features CFNM, body worship, cunnilingus, male-female sex and a spit roast. There is NO male-male sex. This is a complete work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen.

I am endeavouring to gradually write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Loving Wives".

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It was a hot, sunny summer day in Melbourne, Australia. 58-year-old Ray Brennan looked at his wife and smiled. At 56-years-old, Nicole Louise Brennan was still a very hot, extremely sexy woman...Ray sometimes thought his wife was actually hotter now than when they'd met over thirty years ago.

Untouched by the surgeon's knife and with not even a trace of Botox in her beautiful face, Nicole lay happily sprawled on a huge beach towel, carefully picking at a delectable selection of wine and cheese. Nicole's curvy, wonderfully womanly body was gloriously and revealingly shown off in a skimpy, stunningly well-fitted orange bikini.

With the air warm and the scorching summer sun beating down on them from above, Ray and Nicole were lathered in low-level sunscreen and enjoying a day off in one of their favourite spots. Though hardly one of Melbourne's most picturesque places, this scruffy strip of sand just to the south of St. Kilda's main, tourist-friendly beach was far more secluded...and allowed for behaviour of a decidedly more

salacious

kind.

Bordered by a large spread of bushes, and set way back from the road, this was an area you had to

know

about...it wasn't really a spot you just wandered into. The water was flat and safe, there were no shops or cafes nearby, and the beach was unpatrolled by lifeguards, giving the place a quiet, secluded feel...with all that that entailed.

Ray took a big pull on his cigar, and then a long chug from the can of low-cal beer that he'd just pulled from an ice-packed esky. Ray swept his sandy brown, grey-flecked hair back from his strong, classically handsome face, the action making the large, tattooed bicep of his left arm bulge even more.

"What a great day, huh babe?" Ray asked with a smile from his fold-up camp chair.

"It sure is, Muscles," Nicole replied, dropping her favoured pet name for her husband.

Ray smiled and looked down at his wife, drinking in the exquisite details of her

Playboy

-level body. With her long, stacked pile of blonde hair, big, pouty lips, huge blue eyes, and perfectly aligned features, Ray always told Nicole that she looked like the American actress Suzanne Somers from the old TV show

Three's Company

...which was offered and taken as a very big compliment indeed.

Nicole also had a body to match that of the sexily pneumatic Ms. Somers. Her breasts were very, very large, now a little slacker than they once were, but still nothing short of utterly divine. Nicole's tiny, not exactly supportive bikini top struggled to hold them, and offered up a highly arousing slice of cleavage.

The tiny g-string that Nicole wore, meanwhile, made a hot, sexy show of her tanned, beautifully curved arse, which was dented slightly with cellulite, but still looked utterly amazing. Unlike some of her same-age friends, as Nicole liked to say, her arse hadn't dropped yet...it was still hanging in there.

Nicole's figure-hugging g-string also hid a small patch of blonde pubic hair. Nicole was a little old-fashioned in that department; she still thought there was something slightly strange and immature about a hair-free pussy, and Ray was in furious agreement. He liked his woman to be a

woman

, and not some kind of human Barbie doll.

That g-string also hid a hot, tight, sweet little pussy that Ray Brennan had very happily been fucking and licking for over thirty years. He and Nicole had a wild, very lively, and decidedly kinky sex life that they both loved and indulged in as frequently as they could.

"You look especially gorgeous today, baby," Ray said with a wink. "You get better every day."

"Yeah, yeah," Nicole shot back with a sarcastic laugh, "like a fine wine, blah blah blah. You look really sexy, Ray...your big dick looks like it's gonna burst out of your Speedos...like they can't contain it!"

"You know just the right things to say to a man," Ray responded with a laugh. "That's why I love you, baby."

"Yeah, that and my big knockers," Nicole shot back, and then spread her legs alluringly wide, giving Ray a very good look at her vulval bulge, "and this too."

"There are a lot of things I love about you, Nicole," Ray said warmly. "I can't even count them all."

"Yeah, me too," Nicole responded sincerely. "I love you, Muscles...always."

Ray looked down again at his wife's gorgeous face and curvy, sex-ready body. She was a real dream girl, and Ray loved her. He almost worshipped Nicole, and sometimes gained incredible pleasure from merely jerking off while watching her walk around the house. Nicole Louise Brennan was one very hot piece of arse indeed.

"Seen anyone you like today, baby?" Ray asked. "Anyone you want to drag into our little lair?"

"A few likely candidates, but nobody that's really got me dripping yet," Nicole replied. "I'm not fucking just anybody...you don't want some fat shit slobbering all over me, and neither do I."

"You got that right, baby," Ray said, and took another chug of his low-cal beer. "But I'd really like to see you in action again, baby... it's been a while. Your last was that bloke we picked up at the gym."

"Yeah, yeah...he was good too," Nicole said, puckering her lips, and obviously relishing the memory. "Hard as a rock...everywhere. You a bit toey, love? You want a blow job? Or a handy? A root even?"

"No, no...I'll wait a bit," Ray replied. "I really want to see you in action."

"Okay, Muscles," Nicole said with a big, warm smile. "Good things

come

to those who wait."

Ray and Nicole had always enjoyed a hot, healthy, and very horny sex life. They'd raised three amazing kids together, but their desire for one another had never waned, not even for a moment. Ray and Nicole Brennan were a tight, very happy couple...they were rock solid.

When their three kids were grown and moved out of home, however, things got even hotter for Ray and Nicole. Ray had for many, many years longed to see his wife having sex with other men, and once the kids had left, the couple discussed it in earnest, with the seriousness that it deserved. It took Ray a while to work up the courage to tell his wife about his sexual fantasies.

Unsurprisingly, even Nicole -- who had always been something of a wild one -- was a little uncertain about it at first, but once they'd talked about it for a few months, and Ray really elucidated his wants and desires, and his reasons for them, Nicole eventually began to come around.

Ray didn't have any bisexual leanings, or anything like that...he didn't want to go anywhere near another bloke's tackle; that shit was most definitely not for him. What Ray really wanted was to watch his wife while she was having sex.

Ray wanted to see Nicole's face twisted with pleasure, he wanted to see her big tits swinging while she rode a bloke, he wanted to see her back sexily arch while a guy pounded into her. Ray wanted to see Nicole in those candid, highly revealing moments.

Though Ray absolutely delighted in fucking his wife, the only thing he felt he really missed was the whole visual side of sex...the ability to really

see

his wife in those amazing moments. When he was doing Nicole doggy-style, for instance, Ray always wished he could see her face in the midst of ecstasy while he was fucking her.

Sure, using mirrors in the bedroom certainly helped, but there was also something incredibly arousing about being both

with

Nicole, and separate from her at the same time. It was like he was watching his own wife in a porno. Whatever the psychological reasons for that were, Ray had no fucking idea. All he knew was that he liked it...he fucking

loved

it.

When Nicole was fucking another guy, Ray always controlled the whole situation. He consulted in detail with Nicole about who would fuck her, and how they would do it. Ray was almost like a director casting a porno, and then choreographing the action. Ray Brennan was very much the sexual puppet master in these alluringly sordid and very hot scenarios that he'd cooked up with his wife.

Nicole, of course, had to find her sexual partners attractive, but that was never a problem. Perhaps something of a narcissist, Ray really liked Nicole to fuck men that actually looked a little like him, but usually younger. Ray always laughed to himself and said that a psychiatrist would have an absolute field day with him.

The heady pursuit of Ray's sexual desires meant that every few months, he and Nicole would trawl various pubs and bars, where they would casually engage young guys of their liking in conversation, and then see where it led, and what happened next. The results certainly differed.

Though a lot of guys were immediately turned off by what they obviously perceived as two old swingers trying to double-team them, many of them came around when they realised they'd just be fucking Nicole and not Ray too...there was no gay angle here. One more look into Nicole's lively blue eyes, and one extra gaze down at her big tits, was usually enough to get most young guys over the line and into bed.

As well as bars and pubs, this tawdry little stretch of beach at Melbourne's hip coastal suburb of St. Kilda was another happy hunting ground for Ray and Nicole. Their favourite spot was in amongst the dappled shade of a small stand of low trees, scrub and bushes. The area was separated somewhat from the sand, but it still allowed Ray and Nicole to check out whoever was walking along the beach.

Ray would often send Nicole down to the water as bait when they saw a guy they both liked. Jiggling her big tits and shaking her big, sexy, g-string-clad arse, flirtatious Nicole would get talking to a guy and then lure him into the bushes if he was interested. Then Ray would enter the picture.

On first sight, most of the young guys nearly shit themselves when they saw the singularly imposing sight of Ray Brennan. Built of hard muscle and standing well over six feet tall, Ray was a big, strong, powerful man. He had a confidence and bravado about him that added to his air of power and control. Ray Brennan was not a bloke to be fucked with.

A former military man now running his own security firm with Nicole as his very savvy and trusted right hand, Ray Brennan had done several tours of Afghanistan as an SAS commando, and the 58-year-old had seen things that would make most men's hair curl. He was no brute, but Ray was a very tough man indeed.

After he chatted to these young blokes about him and Nicole for a few minutes, however, the nervous young fellas usually settled down. Ray was a longtime leader of men, and he knew how to get a guy to relax...with guns firing and bombs detonating, he'd had to do it in Afghanistan more times than he could fucking count. Priming a guy to fuck his wife was nothing.

Ray had watched Nicole fuck a lot of guys over the years, and it never got old. Watching these young, muscular studs plough his missus was certainly not something Ray would ever have imagined would become such a vital aspect of their sex life, but he and Nicole now got off on it in a major way...and they got off on it

together

.

Nicole would talk rapturously about having these boys inside her and on top of her, but that would only make her even hotter for Ray, and the sex that the long-married couple enjoyed afterwards was always extraordinary. Ray and Nicole's sex life had only improved since they had been inviting younger men to join them in it.

"Jesus Christ," Nicole muttered from her position on the beach towel, "look at this guy! Fucking hell! He's hot!"

Ray followed Nicole's eyes and looked down at the beach. Walking along the shore in nothing but a pair of very revealing, bikini-style Speedos, aviator sunglasses, and a straw cowboy hat was a young man with quite possibly the best physique Ray had ever seen.

This guy was totally and utterly ripped, his tall, imposing frame a mass of finely sculpted muscle, with every inch perfectly defined. Ray was in shock, and so was Nicole, her big blue eyes wide and her mouth agape.

"God, look at that body," Nicole said, "and those tiny pants. Look at him!"

As well as being incredibly muscular, the guy was also deeply tanned and completely waxed, with nary a body hair to be seen. He had a movie star-style face, great hair kicking out from under his cowboy hat, and, to top it off, what looked like a huge bulge in his Speedos. Fucking hell, this guy was a real specimen. Ray and Nicole were instantly excited.

"Go and get him, babe," Ray almost whispered. "Bring him back here, Nicole. I want to watch this stud fuck you. Reel him in, babe."

Nicole smiled knowingly at Ray, and then slowly pulled herself up off her towel, her big breasts swaying in her bikini top. Shaking her g-string-clad arse theatrically, Nicole walked over to Ray, gave him a quick but passionate kiss on the lips, and then strutted out of their sexy bolt-hole in the bushes and toward the water.

With a big smile, Ray took a drag on his cigar and watched his wife's beautiful arse jiggle sexily as she walked down to the water's edge, cutting right across the path of the approaching young guy, whose head moved slightly, obviously checking her out.

Ray watched proudly as Nicole gave the well-built young bloke a sexy smile, and then knelt down at the shore, where she alluringly splashed water on her face, and then over her considerable cleavage. The young guy slowed his walk and appeared almost transfixed by Nicole's very sexy display.

Though too far away to hear what they were saying, Ray watched happily as Nicole then engaged the young guy in conversation. They laughed and chatted on the shore for about ten minutes before Nicole pointed up at the bushes, where Ray was standing in anticipation behind a small tree.

Ray took a pull on his low-cal beer. The 58-year-old loved a drink, but he also loved staying in shape, and this low-to-no carb beer was the perfect compromise. Ray drained the rest of the can and threw it into the esky, desperately hoping that Nicole would be able to lure this young guy in. Ray Brennan was horny as hell.

After a few more minutes, Nicole smiled warmly, and then reached out, took the young guy's hand, and led him away from the water and up the sand toward the bushes where Ray was waiting excitedly.

"Hey, Ray," Nicole said with a big smile as she walked into the bushes with the young guy trailing behind her, "this is Matt. He's down from Sydney for a couple of days on business."

"What business is he in?" Ray asked as he moved out from behind the tree. "Bird watching?"

"What the fuck?" Matt said, and immediately dropped into what Ray instantly recognised as a boxer's defensive stance.

"Don't worry, Matt," Ray said reassuringly as Matt clenched his fists, obviously coiled and ready to fight. "It's all good...relax."

Ray knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that he'd be able to drop this bloke, but Matt actually looked like he might be able to take care of himself...and he was obviously tall, incredibly fit, and clearly strong too. It'd be a fair match-up, but Ray knew who'd win. He'd taken out some very serious fuckers in his time, and he knew he wouldn't have any trouble with this guy.

"What is this?" Matt asked, clearly relaxing a little. "What's going on here?"

"You've met my wife?" Ray asked with as warm a smile as he could muster. "Do you find Nicole attractive, Matt?"

"Something tells me I'm in trouble whichever way I answer," Matt responded with a sneer. "You're gonna try and kick my arse either way, right? If I say no, you make like you're all insulted, and if I say yes, you accuse me of cruising your wife. That's the play, right? I didn't come down in the last fucking shower, mate. If you wanna go, just fucking go...knock off all this bullshit."

Ray was taken aback...and more than a little impressed. This young guy was surprisingly sure of himself, and he was ready to fight. Ray liked this young guy's style, but it was now his job to calm the feisty bull down and get him on side. Ray quickly jammed his cigar into his mouth and raised his hands in a quietly placating gesture.

"No one is kicking anyone's arse, Matt," Ray said soothingly. "I know this might all look a bit strange, with you being lured into the bushes and all, but you've got it all wrong, mate. Relax, Matt...we're sweet. Hear me out...hear me out, okay?"

"Okay, okay...sure," Matt said, instantly relaxing, his bulging muscles loosening. "What's going on?"

"Do you find Nicole attractive?" Ray asked. "Be honest, Matt...I just need to know."

"Yeah...yeah, I do," Matt said, and looked over appreciatively at the delectably bikini-clad Nicole. "She's really beautiful, and she's got an incredible body. She's very attractive, definitely. You're very beautiful, Nicole."

"Thank you," Nicole responded with fake bashfulness. "What a sweetie."

"You like older women, Matt?" Ray asked. "Nicole's 56..."

"Hey!" Nicole interjected with a laugh.

"Sorry, babe," Ray shot back. "And you look like you're still in your twenties, Matt...is that about right?"

"Yeah...I'm in my twenties," Matt replied. "And yep, I like older women, yes...definitely."

"Have you been with an older woman before?" Nicole asked, and then theatrically twisted a strand of her long, blonde hair between her fingers and curled her toes provocatively.

"I've been with a lot of older women," Matt replied with a very sly smile. "And more than a few of them have been considerably older than you, Nicole...by several years."

"Geez," Ray responded, and took a drag on his cigar, "I wasn't expecting that. You're certainly not the typical young Australian guy."

"You could say that," Matt responded, looking Ray right in the eye with a knowing smile. "I have...very

broad

tastes when it comes to women."

"That's interesting...look, I'll get right to it, Matt," Ray said with a wide smile. "Would you like to have sex with my wife?"

"I only have two real rules when it comes to sex," Matt said by way of reply after a very, very long and dramatic pause. "I don't screw ladies under eighteen, and I don't mess with married women. The first rule's obviously not an issue here, but the second one very much is."

"Geez," Ray said, raising his eyebrows, "a young man with scruples, huh? You actually

do

think with your big head, and not just your little one, huh?"

"In some ways, I guess," Matt shot back. "Some time ago now, a very, very smart, sensitive and wise lady advised me against screwing married women...she said there are more than enough single women out there, and that I shouldn't get myself in the middle of serious relationships. She said all it causes is pain and sadness...I tend to agree."

"Well, this situation here is a little different, Matt," Ray explained carefully. "There's no pain and sadness here...this is how we get off, Matt. This is a good time for us. Watching you fuck Nicole will bring me a lot of sexual pleasure...I love it."

"What about you, Nicole?" Matt asked, and looked over at the beautiful older woman. "Do you love it too?"