I was at the gym the other day, changing back to my street clothes when I noticed one of the trainers bragging to a couple of hanger-ons. He was one of those short guys who need to constantly assert how great they are, regardless of the topic. Like all the gym trainers he was in fantastic shape, with chiseled abs, wide shoulders, and big arms. He also had an enormous thick shaft with an untrimmed head encircled by its veiny sheath.
"Yeah man, I get all kinds of pussy in this job," he was regaling the younger members, who were hanging on his every word.
"Latina, black, white, you name it, they throw themselves at me," his voice increasing as he noticed my attention.
"They all want my big cock." He sneered in my direction, "All I need to complete the list is your hot Chink wife." My wife Cheong belonged to the same gym and she'd shut him down one day when he tried to show her his idea of proper form was. He'd been a bit pissy around her since.
I froze. "You think you can manage her?" I towered over the guy and while he was built, I was no weakling.
"Yo dawg, I was just kidding," he reversed, "Didn't mean no offense." He smiled at me and then turned back to his friends and I could see him gesturing how he'd like to fuck Cheong.
I'm not sure why I did it, but his arrogance had annoyed me a bit, so perhaps that was it.
"Screen says sun tomorrow," I pointed to the TV in the corner of the locker room, getting the attention of the trainer and his little group. "Cheong will be sunning nude in the Baker Beach coves. If you think you can handle her, come visit."
I sauntered out, confident I'd put him in his place, knowing he'd never dare. Cheong might be a bit hesitant and obedient in the sack, but she was demanding and assertive in public, especially at the gym. She'd told the trainer-Brian, yes, that was his name-off once for touching her arm. He'd been embarrassed and polite around her ever since. What I didn't know if Brian's friends had seen the whole event too and teased him mercilessly, mocking his boasts. My dare was the final straw for him, as I'd learn the next day.
The day dawned bright and clear and Cheong and I were soon trudging north on Baker Beach, headed for the boulders and small cliffs that gave the nude section of the beach some cover. We knew one such cove with a narrow view to the surf, with good sun and excellent privacy. As fierce as she could in the gym, Cheong was still shy about showing off her considerable charms.
Cheong sported the slim waist and shoulders of most Chinese girls but also packed curving breasts, and a full round ass her workouts kept trim and firm. Her narrow slit was barely covered by light crinkles of black hair and when she got horny her whole pussy would flush a deep redish brown. She had that treasured pussy gap between her thighs, making taking her from behind or from on top with her shins pressed to her shoulders and her pussy open for deep thrusts equally pleasurable as she flexed her internal muscles, tightening the passage so my cock felt every inch of her wet walls.
My wife concealed her strong sexual appetite with a no nonsense business attitude, wearing conservative dark suits, with knee length skirts during the week, so getting to the beach and flaunting a new bikini or baring even more always made her feel subversive and daring. She'd grown up in a Muslim country and nudity was forbidden, even partial nudity rare.
I shook out the blanket in a patch of sunlit sand and shucked my shorts, my cock already thickening at the thought of Cheong's naked form being visible to the fit young guys who wandered this part of the beach, their well-hung cocks dangling between their thighs. The sight of half hard guys eyeing her rounded breasts made her nipples stiffen, and she sometimes spread her legs wider so the guys could see her lightly furred muff and glistening slit better.
It made for hot sex talk in bed, as she confessed to how wet being exposed to strange men made her, and how helpless she felt, unable to prevent strangers from seeing how open and glistening her pussy was splayed out on the towel. Sometimes, when no one was walking by, I'd stroke her, play with her clit, or pinch her nipples. Once or twice I'd even brought her off, fingering her until she came. More often I left her trembling, horny, flushed and exposed.
