Darcy and I had talked about taking a Caribbean vacation for a year, but until the plane started banking for the final approach to our tropical getaway, I wasn’t sure we would ever get there. The next thing we felt was a blast of hot air that instantly shook off our winter blues.
We checked into a plush resort that put us in our own private bungalow just steps from the beach. I took a barefoot stroll on the sand while Marcy started unpacking our bags. It was paradise. The sand was pure white and powdery soft, the water a brilliant aqua, and the blue sky had only a few high clouds sailing overhead.
Without paying much attention to where I was headed, I wandered quite a ways from the bungalow and onto the nude beach adjacent to our resort. This was certainly an unexpected but promising development! We had been to nude beaches on other vacations and always enjoyed the freedom of sunbathing and swimming au naturel. I headed back to tell Marcy the good news.
Just as I was approaching our bungalow, I saw a couple coming down the pathway. They were both rather athletic looking, but were struggling with their baggage.
“Can you use a hand?” I asked.
“Please, thank you,” the blonde sighed with relief.
I grabbed the heaviest suitcase from her, and they took a moment to reconfigure their remaining bags.
“I think we’re in this bungalow at the end of the path,” she said, pointing toward the beach.
“Well, you’re right next to ours then. I’m Julian. My wife Marcy and I just arrived, too.”
The blonde stopped on the pathway and smiled. “My name is Karen and this is my husband, David.”
David said hello with a quick upward movement of his chin. I recognized his fatigue. After flying for two or three hours, you just want to get the luggage in your room and relax.
I followed Karen up the steps, unable to ignore how her very well shaped bottom snugly fit into her white shorts. I could easily make out the line of very brief underwear under the thin linen material.
“Thank you very much,” Karen gushed when we reached the entry. “We owe you a drink, for sure.”
“Well, I know we’ll cross paths at the bar on the beach, so I can drink my tip then,” I said as I headed off their deck. “Relax, you’re on Caribbean time now.”
A good looking couple, I thought, as I headed back to our own deck. Karen was tall, all legs, and had short, easy maintenance blonde hair. David was not quite as tall as her, but very compact and muscular. His rust colored hair was a good match for his well tanned skin. They looked like a couple who spent a lot of time outdoors.
Marcy and I keep ourselves fit by working out in our home gym and taking power walks almost every day. I think of myself as average in build and looks, but Marcy has genuinely good looks that draw compliments all the time. Her auburn hair is medium length and filled with the kind of natural waves other women envy. Her freckled skin is fresh and young looking without a speck of makeup on. Even though she’s petite, Marcy has an hourglass figure that draws second looks when she wears a hot outfit for an evening on the town. Even in a t shirt and black leggings she looks sexy.
Back in our bungalow, I filled her in on the couple next door and the nude beach down the way. Marcy’s eyes widened at the mention of the nude beach.
“We’re all unpacked and there’s still some late afternoon sun, so what are we waiting for” she said.
We both started peeling off our sweaty clothes to get into our swimsuits. A gentle tropical breeze filtered through the screened windows and swept across our naked bodies, inviting us to come out and play in the lazy day.
The sight of Marcy’s voluptuous form against the backdrop of the blue green surf fueled my desire. I approached her from behind, cupping her generous breasts as I hugged her naked body close to mine.
“Very good idea,” Marcy whispered.
“Enjoy the view,” I suggested as I positioned Marcy in front of the deck window. I massaged her breasts and smothered her neck with hot kisses. Slowly, my hands moved down her chest, and then I pulled her hips toward me so that my hardening cock rested in that wonderful furrow between her asscheeks. Kneeling, I began to kiss her lovely bottom while my hands explored the dark space between her legs. Marcy leaned forward, placing her hands on the high windowsill for support. This substantially improved my view of, as well as my access to, her pussy.
Sliding my tongue up and down her crack, I enjoyed bringing Marcy to a fever pitch by hitting all her erogenous zones at once. My tongue rippled over her tight rear hole at the same time my finger rocked back and forth over her hard clitoris. Soon I had two fingers inside her pussy and was moving them slowly in and out while I kissed her ass. Using my other hand, I attended to her love button once again, pressing it hard against the sensitive bone above it. In just a few minutes, Marcy’s breath was coming hard, her gasps matching my movements. Her first orgasm shuddered through her, but I kept on going until she came again.
Standing once again, I studied her inviting derriere. I wet my hand with saliva and slid it up and down my rigid cock, so that it glistened in readiness. With great deliberation, I urged the head of my cock into Marcy’s very ready and willing orifice, then pulled it back. Then, penetrating a little deeper, I pulled back once again, teasing Marcy.
I knew she was ready to take it all, but I also knew she enjoyed the tease. Each thrust took more territory, pushing deeper into the tight passage that gave both of us so much pleasure. And each push forward was followed by a slow pullback, building the erotic sensations for us both.
Finally, Marcy released a prolonged moan. “Fuck me hard. Now!”
Glad to oblige, I plunged into the depths of her ass, my thighs slapping against her buttocks. Just as tight as she held onto the windowsill, I held tight to her hips as I sailed in and out. Each of my thrusts pushed Marcy closer and closer toward utter bliss, until soon she was writhing and growling in orgasm for anyone just outside our window to hear.
We quickly cleaned up and put our suits on. Sex always soothes us, so we just let the sand slip through our toes as we walked up the beach in silence. Setting our towels down on the talcum like beach, we peeled off our bathing suits and began to apply sunblock to each other.
“You know, this could get me excited all over again,” I laughed as I massaged Marcy’s breasts with the lotion.
“Well, I just want to make sure we protect those parts that usually don’t see the sun,” Marcy replied as she worked some lotion on my semi erect cock. Her lewd grin said it all.
“Hey, neighbors, is this your private nude beach or what?”
We turned with a start we thought we were alone.
It was Karen and David, and I felt a little embarrassed. It’s one thing to meet nudists on the beach, as Marcy and I had done many times, but it always seemed so awkward to first meet people with your clothes on and then run into them at a nude beach.
“Mind if we share this piece of sand?” Karen asked with a very casual air about this chance encounter.
“Not at all,” Marcy said.
I introduced Karen and David to Marcy and then we sat down on our towels. David wasted no time removing his swimsuit, and I was amused at the way Marcy’s eyes stayed glued to his good looking body. David seemed very nonchalant as he too applied sunblock to those parts of his body that were whiter than the rest. His cock was stirring as he massaged it with lotion, and mine began to stir as well when Karen undid her bikini top. It didn’t hide much to begin with, but now her attractive turned up breasts were unrestrained, and the tiny rosebud nipples appeared very hard. Her bikini bottom was the thong type that left nothing to the imagination, except possibly the color of the hair beneath the shiny fabric.
“How about a swim to cool off?” David suggested.
Marcy looked at me and I nodded, but David and Karen were already headed toward the beach in a light jog. I couldn’t take my eyes off the strong, muscular asscheeks and long, lanky legs that Karen showed off as she headed for the surf.
I grabbed Marcy’s hand, and we romped into the warm surf behind Karen and David. It felt fantastic, reminding me of why we liked nude beaches so much. It was like being born all over again, naked and surrounded by the warm water.
Before long, David and Marcy had paired off and were splashing each other by skimming their hands across the green hued water. Karen dove under the surface and wiggled between my legs like a performing dolphin in some aquatics show. Spouting water high into the air upon surfacing, she gulped for air and dove down again. This time she came at me from behind, and I seized the opportunity to pinch her lovely asscheeks as she emerged through my legs. Karen came up laughing, and I admired her slick blonde hair plastered to her finely featured face. Standing with her legs wide apart, Karen wiped back her hair, her breasts pointing toward the magnificent blue sky.
I was distracted by Marcy’s screams and turned just in time to see David stand up from a crouching position with Marcy s legs wrapped around his shoulders. Laughing and protesting at the same time, Marcy appeared powerless to get David to put her down, but she squirmed trying to knock him off balance.
The familiar sensation of a hand cupping my balls reminded me that there was a genuine water nymph at my feet. Karen was sitting in the shallow water with her head totally submerged. Through the clear water, I saw her advance toward my cock and suck it between her warm lips. Sliding it slowly in and out, she occasionally released a gurgling stream of air bubbles and looked at me with her big gray eyes. Unable to hold her breath any longer, Karen stood up and hugged me. “Was that silly?” she laughed. Hey, it felt great, believe me!
David was marching toward us, with Marcy still struggling to escape her perch. As he drew closer to where Karen and I stood, he suddenly released Marcy from his grip, and she slapped the water hard as she made an unexpected landing. But she came up giggling.
“How about drinks at our place?” David suggested. My quick glance toward Marcy brought an affirmative nod from both of us. We wrapped our towels around us for the walk back and carried our swimsuits and sunblock. The sun was edging toward the horizon, and it put a nice pink glow on everything, including the sand and our naked bodies. In just a few minutes, we were back at the resort and relaxing on Karen and David’s screened porch. They had a terrific bottle of Fume Blanc waiting on ice, and David wasted no time filling a glass for each of us. With all pretenses dropped, as well as our towels, we clinked glasses.
“To nude beaches,” was my impromptu toast, and everyone repeated it and drank. The first quick sips washed away the salty taste of the Caribbean, going down very smoothly. I watched David carefully, reading his naked body language, and the message was obvious. He wanted Marcy, and he was looking for an opportunity to make his move. Her naked body was very languid and sending out similar signals. I caught her eye and gave her a reassuring glance that I hoped told her to follow her instincts. The message seemed to be received. Marcy moved toward the picture like view at the front of the porch, and David followed her.
“Eric, you need more wine,” Karen said as she moved to the sofa where I sat. She topped up my glass and her own, and we toasted once again. “To good sex with good friends.” Karen clinked her glass against mine.
“I’ll drink to that,” I responded enthusiastically.
Putting her glass to my lips, Karen poured the wine into my mouth, but she intentionally tipped the glass faster than I could swallow, so the wine overflowed and dripped off my chin and onto my chest.
“Let’s not waste a drop,” Karen laughed as she lunged for my chest and used her cat like tongue to lap up the excess wine. When she finished, I poured some wine directly on her breasts and began to lick her lovely nipples. While I tongued one nipple, I pinched Karen s other nipple hard between my fingers, and she began to moan in response. “Bite me there, please.” Gently I complied.
“I need you to lick another spot for me,” Karen announced as she stood up in front of me and yanked my head between her legs. “My pussy craves a good tongue lashing.” I didn’t need to be told twice and grabbed her asscheeks to pull that gorgeous blonde muff to my mouth. My tongue sought out her clitoris while I inhaled her musky aroma. I smothered her pussy with kisses and Karen whimpered, thrusting her pelvis to meet the massage of my tongue. When her movements quickened, I sensed her imminent orgasm and locked my mouth over her opening to hasten her release. I didn’t have to wait long as Karen wailed out at the peak of her satisfaction and then slumped back down on the sofa beside me.
Marcy was kneeling in front of David and energetically sucking his cock. I had never seen my wife naked with another man, never mind sucking him, and it excited me to no end. Karen appreciated the show as well, and she stroked my very stiff organ as we both became avid voyeurs. The setting sun highlighted David s athletic body, and he seemed to be conscious of his audience as he maintained a profile that allowed us to see all of the movements of Marcy’s voracious mouth. Watching her take David s ample manhood deep into her throat was almost enough to make me come.
David looked over and motioned for us to join them. Karen and I both moved closer. Taking a position next to Marcy, Karen began to share in the fun with David’s cock. I was so mesmerized by the sight of these two women sliding their tongues up and down the length of David’s impressive shaft, that I found myself hanging back to watch the action, all the while pumping my own raging erection. The ladies had divided the spoils now, with Karen taking all of his cock into her full lipped mouth while Marcy massaged his testicles with her tongue. David’s face told me that he was in a complete state of ecstasy.
When he sat down on the edge of the chair as Karen and Marcy continued their ministrations, I saw my opening. Or rather, I saw two openings. Both women were down on their knees in a manner that exposed their very wet pussies to me, and I enjoyed the view immensely. Moving between them, I started by running my hands over their buttocks as I took in their stimulation of David. They were slurping away, almost unaware of my presence. I knew I could change that.
I inserted a thumb from each hand into their respective pussies, and suddenly there were low moans mingled with the slurping noises. Shoving my thumbs deep into their moist channels, I used the middle finger of each hand to rub the hard bone above their clitorises. This caused Marcy and Karen to simultaneously buck their hips to meet the thrust of my fingers. We continued like this for several minutes, until I was certain that both of them had come at least once, and they began to lose their focus on David s cock.
“I think it’s time I joined you,” David said as he stood up from the chair and came around to my side. “Do you mind?” He pointed to Marcy’s hot and bothered pussy.
“Not at all,” I replied, making room for David by moving directly behind Karen. This whole experience was blowing my mind, and now it appeared quite clearly we were going to screw each other’s wife while we knelt side by side.
The ladies were sure looking hot for some cock, and they lay their heads down next to each other on the chair, awaiting our next move. As David and I built up their excitement by finger fucking them, a most amazing thing happened. They began to tongue each other s mouth until they were locked in the hottest French kiss I had ever seen.
I looked at David and he seemed as surprised as me, and now we were the voyeurs. We replaced our fingers with our cocks, pushing in unison, shoving our cocks in deeper. I held Karen’s muscular cheeks as my hips bounced off them. I looked on as David smacked Marcy’s asscheeks, something I often did when fucking her from behind, often at her urging. Her bottom flushed to the shade of crimson, and it thrilled me that David was making her even hotter for his cock and for Karen’s hungry mouth.
Then I began to slap Karen’s ass, to the delight of both David and Karen. Each slap produced a red swath on her pretty cheeks and a grunt of approval as Karen bucked up to meet the thrust of my cock and the swat of my hand. The ladies were in an intense state of excitement now, pinching each other’s nipples and kissing passionately. David and I picked up the tempo, our thrusts harder, faster, until we could hold back no longer. We both came, continuing to pump away even as our cocks began to soften.
We all slumped in a heap on the floor, each of us totally spent and totally satisfied. I planted a loving kiss on Marcy’s reddened ass, and she squeezed my limp cock. Karen and David demonstrated the love they felt for each other by sharing a tender kiss. And to think, this was just the first night of what most assuredly would be an unforgettable vacation.
