A Walk with My Wife on a Nude Beach

We love going to the beach. My wife Marcella and I try to find times to spend long days at various beaches on the east coast. We live in Brooklyn and have access to so many beautiful beaches, it's fun to choose.

Sometimes we go to one of the city beaches, which are always packed with all sorts of people, loud music, whistling lifeguards, amazing food vendors and just generally beaming with energy.

Other times we drive further east and find beautiful stretches of secluded areas that offer solitude, ocean sounds and peace and quiet.

We do this as often as we can.

Yesterday was one of those days where the city promised to be hot, humid, sticky and all around miserable.

"Let's go to the beach," Marcella suggested, "it's going to be nasty here today!"

"Yes! Let's! Which one?"

"An adventure. Like one we haven't been to yet," She searched the map on her iPhone, zooming in and out until she pointed and said, "This one! I think it's going to be really nice." She had one of her wicked smiles and added, "The description sounds really great."

"Ok, which one is it?" I tried to glance at her phone but she quickly slid it into her back pocket.

"A surprise!" She simply replied and gave me a quick peck on my cheek.

"Hmmm - ok! Let me get the cooler ready and you pack the bag."

In no time, we were riding the elevator down to the garage and as we exit, she declared, "I'll drive," opened the driver seat door and jumped in.

What was she up to?

After an uneventful, yet hectic one hour drive, we crossed a long bridge toward a very narrow barrier island. No buildings, just dunes, foliage and a never-ending beach. There was a small parking lot that was already packed even though I didn't really see any people or umbrellas on the sand.

"It said that most people come here to be by themselves and go west from here ... but going east is supposed to be even nicer and more exciting." Marcella was right. As we made our way over the dunes, we did see some umbrellas scattered far apart from each other in both directions.

"Let's go left," (east) because the idea of solitude AND excitement sounded intriguing. Why not. I always looked for some excitement.

...

After about 20 minutes of lugging all our shit and passing a couple of people sunbathing, Marcella plopped down and announced, "I'm done, there's nobody within eyesight - a perfect spot, yeah?"

"Totally!" I spread out our towels, propped up the umbrella and grabbed two beers and shared them with Marcella.

Without another thought, Marcella stripped - I mean nothing covered any luscious part of her tanned skin.

Fuck yes!

She looked so sexy. All naked. Her breasts - some would say 'smallish' - are perfect in form, size and cuteness. The little tan lines from different bikinis and halter tops added somehow an intimacy I really appreciated.

Her whole tall, slim frame always did wonderful things to me.

I starred. Drinking in all her beauty. The tan lines on her hips gave away the teeny tiny things she normally wears to cover her most erotic privates. The ones we both obtain so much pleasures from. We both shave everything off and looking at her so bare made my dick twitch.

"Hey! Horn dog! Instead of just staring, why don't you lather me up," she teased me with her tanning oil in her hand.

"Hell yesss! Do you say that to all the boys when you're naked in front of them?" I teased knowing that she absolutely would.

"... not just the boys, baby," she knew what she was doing to me.

While we technically don't have a 'wide-open-fuck-anything' marriage, we don't get bothered if either one of us lands in the sack with someone else. Or together.

I snatched the oil and let her lay face down on the towel. "Get these clothes off first though, love, it's so exciting to be in public naked - even if nobody is around."

"For sure!" I grew up in Europe and public nudity never bothered me much. In fact, I loved it.

And, by the way for you prudes out there, occasional boners are part of the deal.

So, after having shed all my clothes letting my not totally flaccid dick flop around, I knelt down, straddled her butt and started at her shoulders by sensually applying the oil while massaging her delicate body.

Marcella always loved my massages and this one must have hit the spot because small moans escaped her lips. She was definitely enjoying it, especially when I got to her plumb ass. Of course I made sure every nook and cranny was protecting her from dangerous sun rays. Her thighs, her calves and her cute little feet.

I loooooved having my hands on her luscious body.

"Ok, flip over, sexy thing." I stood up on my knees letting her turn over and was greeted with the most adorable look in her face. Just her warm smile, her beautiful, fully awake eyes and her beaming smile made my day.

Her eyes drank my body and her eyebrows rose when her gaze traveled down my fairly fit swimmer's chest to my groin.

"Hey, sexy, stop staring," I teased, took more oil in my hands and spread it all over her small but oh-so-sexy breasts, on her arms, her soft belly down her legs leaving her pubic area for last. God, her slim body, flat belly that let her hip bone protrude and her slim, yet voluptuous labia excited me more than anything.

"Mmmm, make sure to get it everywhere," she said as she spread her legs.

"Oh, for sure, we don't want to get you burned," I assured her while gently sliding my oily hand over her smooth snatch way more times than required. I was fully hard now.

"Mmmm, my turn. Lay down," Marcella sat up and padded on the towel next to her. She poured a generous amount of oil in her hands while I laid down on my belly, cock pointing to my belly button. My ballsack behind my taint.

Like me, she straddled me, squarely sitting on my butt.

"I fucking love your hard butt cheeks." She said.

While she oiled me up, every time her hands reached my shoulders, her soft, oily breasts touched my back. And then she just plopped her whole body down on me.

"Hey, you're not done. Protect ALL my sensitive skin, Miss." I demanded.

"But you feel so warm and comfy."

Nevertheless, she got on her knees between my calves and covered every inch of my legs. She went higher and higher and brushed against my sack and giggled. She was insufferable. And i loved it.

Then I felt her dribble oil on my buns and down my crack.

Fuck! She knew exactly what she was doing. Her hands went all over my ass, in my crack, my taint and my sack. I was moaning and squeaked when her finger made circles on my hole gently lifting my hips. She giggled again.

"Turn around, boy! She ordered and slapped my butt.

I did, exposing my now achingly stiff cock.

Without any acknowledgment, she just went on covering my upper body with suntanning oil. Of course she knew just how wired and sensitive my nipples were and took full advantage of my weakness. She flicked them, squeezed them, twisted them all while my breathing sped up. She owned me now.

"Arghhh, honey, what are you doing to me, fuuuck."

She scooted down on her knees between my legs, looked up at and, with one hand, she encircled my shaft and ever so slowly pulled my foreskin back, "I love that you get so hard for me."

"I can't help it. God you are sooo sexy."

And then, to my disappointment, she laid down next to me and simply said with a cackle in her voice, "Let's tan a little".

What? Such a mean tease!

"No fair! You're killing me!" I wined. She does that all the time because she knows how much I actually like the edging.

"The sun feels amazing, love." She said as we settled for a lazy day with a bit of rosé, snacks and a little breeze.

...

I must have dozed off for a little when I heard my wife say, "Honey, we have a couple of new neighbors. Let's cool off in the surf and stroll around a bit".

My body was all glistening with sweat and oil and I felt hot.

We got up. Looked around. There were a group of guys with just one girl about 50 yards from us playing soft music, chatting and laughing. 100 yards further down, an older couple was reading on beach chairs. Everybody seemed to be nude as well.

"I guess we are in good company," I commented, took my wife's hand and started running with her to the ocean surf. As we broke the first wave, we leaped fully into the refreshing water. It felt incredible. I always loved swimming naked, especially when Marcella would cling to me. We dunked, when big waves rolled in and hopped over smaller ones.

After some time, we got out and decided to take a little stroll along the shore.

After about 20 minutes heading west, we turned and made our way back along the dunes.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me hard!" A voice just beyond the dunes cried out. We looked at each other, trying not to be heard laughing and stood still looking into the direction of the sound.

"Fuck! You're so big! Ahhyeahhh!" It was the same male voice obviously enjoying being fucked.

Marcella signaled to me to be quiet, had a wicked smile on her face and pulled me up the dunes. Once we were all the way up we kneeled down and quickly found the couple. A rather slim guy was on all fours while a beefy man was behind him pounding him. It looked so fucking hot.

Marcella looked at me and then down to my cock and whispered, "You like it, don't you?" All I could do was nod.

"Jesus, you are so hard! I love that!" She clearly was as excited as I was. We watched the action a little longer but decided that it was a bit creepy to peep at them without their consent. As much as we wanted to stay, we left. We ran down the dunes until she stopped me and spun me around.

"You should really try it," she said excitedly and took my throbbing shaft into her hands. "I mean, you obviously are totally into it ... and I saw you more than once with men ... and we both loved it."

It's true. Marcella and I never hid our bisexuality from each other. We absolutely embraced it. But I never had a guy fuck my ass. It just never happened. We talked about it. Had some awesome sex fantasizing about it. And she used all kinds of toys penetrating me and I fucking loved it.

I was still so hard. Fuck!

"I think we both would like that," I responded. "... one day," I added while she pressed her whole body against me and whispered in my ear, "I am sooo wet picturing you back there getting railed by this guy."

Then, she grabbed my hand, pulled me into a walk and said, "I am going to parade you around showing everyone your beautiful, big, fat hard-on. And, when they ogle at your sexy body, I'll spin you around to show off your fuckable ass ... come!"

What the fuck?

But, at the same time, I couldn't deny how turned on I was being her little submissive boy toy.

But I resisted a bit, when she led me toward the group of guys close to our towels. Damn!

But, there were only two people there. Where were the other guys I clearly saw earlier.

Hmmm .... Oh! Shit! It dawned on me that the two back in the dunes might be with that group.

The couple popped up looking at us smiling. When we were close enough for them to see me in my full glory, the girl said - I guess - to Marcella, "hey girl, you got yourself an impressive toy, there. Come, show us what you got."

Fuck me! That girl instantly read the dynamic and played along. What kind of beach was that anyway?

Marcella loved it. "Hi, there, I'm Marcella and this is my husband, Mark," she giggled, wrapped her fingers around my shaft and added, "he just was reminded back there how much he loves cock."

Oh God!

They snickered and looked at my absolutely engorged cock.

I was speechless and could only wave my hand.

"How's that?" the girl teased as she got up.

"Well, down there, in the dunes..." Marcella, while still holding on to me, waved her other hand to where we just were, "we saw two guys fucking and he's been rock-hard ever since." And squeezed me twice.

The couple looked at each other, had wide open eyes and raised their eyebrows.

"What? Zack and Jay? Did you know that, Adam?" The girl was amused.

"Finally!" Adam hollered. "I always wondered about those two. They were always so handsy with each other. I'm just curious why they wanted to keep it to themselves. I mean, they know about us, right?"

"That is sooo hot! This is making our beach day even better!"

She walked up to us in her naked, sexy form and inspected both of us lingering on Marcella. I followed her hands sensually brushing the sand off her breasts and down her public area marveling at her young body. She was fucking sexy. Her breasts were small - the way I like them. Her belly was flat and her pussy was totally shaved. The sight of her outer labia made my dick twitch again. Marcella obviously sensed that.

She came up to me still touching herself and said, "Now, Mark, why would you want cock if you have such a sexy girl as your wife?"

She was so close to us, I could smell her suntan lotion. One of her finger sensually traced down Marcella's body from her collar bone over her hard nipple down her body.

"And you ... does that turn you on?" She whispered into Marcella's year.

"Mhmmm. We are both enthusiastic bisexuals," Marcella achingly breathed out.

"Oh my ... that's so hot ... hey Adam ... " she looked over her shoulder to her boyfriend who just sat up and was looking at us, "come, introduce yourself, these sexy people are part of our tribe"

He got up and ... Damn, he was gorgeous. Like soccer-player gorgeous. And no hair, just a couple of sexy tattoos which I fucking loved.

And more importantly, his cock was definitely not flaccid. Not hard, but nicely filled and swaying heavily as he walked up to us.

He was big. And totally devoid of any hair. Similar to me. But cut and fucking sexy as hell. I couldn't get my eyes off his mid-section. He even knew the sexy walk. I bet he loved feeling his weighty sausage and plumb sack move with every hip-rolling step.

"Hi sexy" Adam said, extending his hand to touch Marcella's arm, "you do have an impressive toy here!" Marcella, swooning, roamed hungrily over his beautiful body, responded, "Hhi ... Yeah ... I ... erm ... like all kinds of toys... and HE! ... he likes to be everybody's toy."

Jesus!

He stepped closer to me, so close that his dangling cock brushed over Marcella's hand still holding me - he looked down at us, then into my eyes and said with the most sultry voice, "I bet you do."

My dick twitched again.

"Come, sit with us and let's get to know each other better." He seductively pulled my hand towards the towels. "We have some rosé ... come."

Marcella immediately followed the boy, one arm on the girl.

"Yeah, you sexy people, I want to know everything about you. I love meeting people of our tribe."

We sat down in a make-shift circle under this huge umbrella. Each of us sitting with our legs loosely crossed. I think all our knees were touching.

Adam handed everyone a small plastic cup of wine and asked, "So, Mark, tell me ... what got you so excited" he kind of points towards my cock.

"Ermm ... I ... walking around naked is already quite exhilarating ... but, when we ... seeing these two guys ... shit ... it was so exciting." For some reason I was not able to formulate coherent sentences. It didn't help that everyone looked so fucking hot.

"I sooo get it ... " he touched my thigh, "Have you ever...?" He looked at me with sparkling eyes. I looked down at him and shook my head. "I mean not THAT ... with a guy."

I sheepishly glanced over to my wife, who clearly was opening up her legs for us all to admire her folds and said, "Oh honey! Don't be so abashed ... I watched you plenty of times in all sorts of gay encounters!" And giggled. "And let me tell you ... " she looked at Adam, then the girl and added, "we both fucking love it. I mean, I'm not sure even who's having a better time."

"Oh, do tell," the girl probed. "Because, I looove watching my boyfriend with other men. Seeing him so excited."

"Well, sweetie, same when I see you with girls. And boys too." Adam teased. "So, I guess we're all a horny bisexuals." Returning his face to me, he asked, "so you are still - what do they call it ..."

I jumped in with, "an anal virgin? I wouldn't say THAT." Marcella and I both snickered.

"He loooves ass play. When I use a dildo on him, he completely looses it. I even have a strap-on. I literally can't wait to watch him totally submit to a guy. But there just never was a guy at the right moment. He got close a couple of times though - poor little boy" Marcella quickly chimed in and made a fake pouty face.

Fuck - so forward.

But it's true. In my mind I always was a true sub.

"It obviously wasn't right that we spied on your friends, but ... fuck ... it was sooo hot! All I could think about was me being the bottom," I admitted.

The girl, copying Marcella's, gave all of us a wonderful view of her glistening labia, rubbed her hand on Marcella's inner thigh, saying, "I know, I fucking get totally turned on watching boys go at it. The power. The raw lust is so damn hot."

Fuuugh.

Marcella started touching her thigh, looking straight into her eyes, "I even masturbate picturing it."

She looked at me, lovingly but also with her tell-tale 'I'm-so-horny-I'll-do-anything' look.

My cock was really hard now. And when I looked at Adam, he was proudly letting his big shaft point to the sky.

"Maybe you and I have to get things started so the boys don't feel awkward," the girl slid her hand up to Marcella's pussy and slightly touched her here and there.

My wife moaned. "I don't even ... awwh fuck ... know ... y ... your name."

The girl leaned into Marcella and, while kissing her, said, "Hi, I'm Zoé and I am so hot for you."

Oh my! And Marcella fucking took her face and pulled her on top of her, their legs deliciously intertwined. Their oily breasts slip-sliding between their embrace.

From where we were sitting, we lewdly watched how their luscious hips ground on each other. How Zoé mashed her hips into Marcella's. How the cleft between her plump butt cheeks widened and stretched all the way to her labia. Opening. Getting wetter. She was deliberately spreading her legs to show off her wonderful triangle of sex.

"Holy shit, Mark! That is about the hottest thing I've seen." Adam shimmied up to me turning his fit body towards me. His leg touching mine. His other bent towards me. His hard, leaking shaft on my hip bone. Sitting sideways leaning on one arm. I felt his breath.

I glanced at him. He really was beautiful. I gulped at the sight of his cock. So hard. His abs. Fuck! He was sooo godam hot.

My eyes darted back and forth between him and the scene in front of us. I felt his hand softly, seductively brushing my inner thigh.

A little moan escaped my parted lips. "Fuuugh!"

The tips of his fingers glided over my fully engorged, ever so sensitive glans.

Another moan.

His mouth was millimeters from my ear. I heard his breath. And then he whispered, "You are sooo sexy, baby. I so want to play with you." I heard him suckle on his finger, "and you taste sooo good."

I moaned again.

I finally took my eyes off our girls completely and glanced over at him, his cock, his flat belly, his shaved pubic mount. A long string of clear fluid hung from the tip of his pulsing steel rod and started to wet my hip. His hand followed my gaze. His fingers squeezed the slit to collected an ample amount of precum and delicately smeared my parted lips.

God, it tasted good ... HE tasted so good. I sucked his finger into my wanting mouth and rolled my tongue around everything he offered me.

"Can I taste your lips?" He breathed out just over my mouth.

My hands reached his beautiful face, full of smiles and lust, and pulled him towards me.

It was electric. His soft lips touched mine. Delicately first. Breathing heavily. But then we kissed with urgency and growing need. His finger found my nipple and teased it.