Brenda

Having thoroughly enjoyed the public aspect of our bar adventure, George and I decided on another semi-public roleplaying idea that came to me after having lunch with one of my more audacious friends. I mentioned our fun at the bar, which got her excited. So she recounted that her latest boyfriend had taken her to a more remote beach on the coast that had a bit of a reputation. The kind that got my motor running, much like my recent visit to the bar out of town.

Sandra told me that whenever her boyfriend would leave to go to the restroom or the bar up the beach, another man or sometimes two would walk over to talk to her until her guy would head back. They were in an area where she could easily go topless, which she did on this particular day. Of course, this drew the strangers to her even more, which caused him to leave more often at her request.

Oftentimes, a rather bold man would lie down beside her and caress her breasts, with her permission, for any passersby to witness. All their attentions would make her juices flow and attract even more oglers and players. It got to the point where she'd have two at a time, feeling her tits and fingering her puss as her boyfriend watched from a distance.

Arriving home after lunch with my harlot of a friend, I dragged George to the bedroom and wore him out while sharing my friend's adventures.

In the sunset of our wild lovemaking, George asked, "So, is this something that you'd like to try, or was this just something to get your motor running for the afternoon?"

"In theory, it's something that I'd love to try. However, I don't know if I have the guts to go topless on a public beach."

"Why not? You've got wonderful breasts with nipples that grow temptingly firm so easily," George countered as he teased my nipples with his teeth and fingers. All I could do was purr like the satisfied pussy I was as his free hand found my clit and brought me over-the-top once again.

The following day, George and I hopped in the car to scout out the beach for the best place to set up. It was only about a thirty-minute drive, which we enjoyed with the top down on our convertible. We were not in bathing suits, but rather light shirts and shorts. We did bring a picnic basket with some lunch items and a blanket, so as to not stand out too much.

Once there, we set up our things and enjoyed a light lunch while watching the people around us. We were not where the real action happened, but only a short walk away. Once we finished our lunch, we put everything away in the car and walked along the water toward the area that my friend had described. Even on a weekday, there were more people scattered about than I would have imagined.

As we moseyed along, George and I both tried our best not to gawk at the occasional bare breast or light petting going on away from the water's edge. Finally, having seen all that we needed to, we turned back toward the car to head home. After another rousing bit of sexual congress, we agreed that we would head there next week. The delay would give us plenty of time to get the proper swimwear and prep for the fun.

We spent the balance of our day naked in bed while browsing all sorts of bathing suits and ordering a few before getting back to business.

All of our items arrived in a couple of days. George was away helping a friend with some things around his house, so I dug into our orders. One of the items I picked up was a swim skirt, which covered up my not-so-perfect butt. Slipping it on, I realized it had a shorts liner, so that if it were to lift up with a breeze, all you'd see were the spandex shorts of the same color.

With wicked thoughts of being fingered and maybe even fucked on the beach, I took the scissors to the shorts liner. It was hard going at first with one hand fingering myself while the other tried to manipulate the scissors. But after concentrating on my puss and cumming, the cutting went much easier with two hands.

Slipping on the skirt, I walked outside onto our back porch and lay down on one of our lounge chairs. It was a sunny day with no one around as I slipped off my shirt, leaving me topless, as I imagined I'd be on the beach. I closed my eyes, feeling the breeze across my stiffening nipples while my hands caressed them, and slowly worked downward. I let them linger on my belly, occasionally slipping a finger under the hem to feel my soft pubic hair.

Losing patience, I moved my hands down as far as they would reach on top of the skirt. Pulling it up in wads, I finally reached the skin of my upper thighs and teased them until I was touching my mound. Flipping the skirt up and out of the way, I ran my middle finger through my slit, and savored the slick feeling of my sex. Moving my digit inside, I imagined lying on the beach as a stranger toyed with my pussy and bare tits. The scene quickly brought me over the brink as I moaned deeply and coated my fingers and hand in my nectar.

I lay there for quite a while, continuing to play with my pussy and tits, all while leaving my eyes closed and reliving the scenario over and over. That's when I felt his hands all over my chest and his cock touching my lips. I screwed my eyes closed even tighter, wanting to live out the fantasy. I opened my mouth and took him inside while moving one hand to massage his balls while the other continued to finger my cunt.

My mystery man pumped my mouth slowly, letting me savor the moment, as he kept pulling and rolling my nipples wonderfully. I got my first taste of his semen and knew instantly who he was, but kept up the charade for no one other than myself. The next move, though, was quite out of character for my leading man, as he abandoned my mouth and released my breasts. Seemingly milliseconds later, my legs were pressed skyward before his meat plunged wholeheartedly between my slippery thighs.

It didn't take either of us more than a few strokes before we were both cumming hard and shouting our appreciation for all the neighbors to hear. I opened my eyes to see my wonderful husband's face just as he moved to kiss my lips.

"How was your daydream? Did the reality live up to it at all?" George inquired.

"The reality that I have you is always the best!" I responded while continuing to kiss my wonderful husband.

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George

The day of our trek to the beach, I wore my bathing trunks along with a t-shirt for the ride. I did bring along a pair of jeans and my sneakers, but left them in Brenda's bag of stuff while driving barefoot. Brenda was wearing a t-shirt as well with the same swim skirt that we'd defiled just a few days ago. She seemed intent on showing off all her goodies, just like she had in the bar.

We talked along the way, which made the ride seem to go by quickly. Finding ourselves there, all too soon, was a welcome surprise, since we were both quite excited about what was to come. With Brenda's bag in hand, we headed onto the beach and walked to where we knew there would be some action. Arriving at a semi-secluded spot, with a few others within ogling distance, we set up camp. Brenda pulled out a nice blanket that we could share, along with a couple of towels to dry ourselves off with, if it were necessary.

We settled in and got comfortable by removing our shirts, which left both of us topless. I had assumed that Brenda was wearing at least a bikini top under hers, but was pleased that she too was bare-breasted. Scanning the area around us, I saw that most of our neighbors noticed her partial nudity as well, and seemed quite happy. With several men leering lustfully at my wife's breasts, I decided to tease them and her by sucking on the tit closest to me.

"That feels so good, George," Brenda remarked aloud while playing with her other tit.

"You have all sorts of men perving on you now," I muttered softly in between nibbling on her nipple.

"George, could you grab us some drinks from the bar near where we entered?" she again said loud enough for some of the closest to hear.

"Sure, Baby," I projected, for the salivating wolves.

Brenda

When that guy came to the bar after George had fingered me and left to get us a stall in the bathroom, I never thought that he'd touch me and, more importantly, that I'd want him to. Lying on the blanket in George's absence, the thing I was most worried about was that no one would come over to covet my body. When I should have been thinking about why I felt the need to cheat on my husband with a complete stranger.

As I lay there with my mind spinning like a top, I found that I suddenly had company.

"Hello, I'm Harry, mind if I join you?" he asked so casually while sporting a hard-on that was tenting his bathing suit quite nicely.

"Sure, Harry, have a seat," I said as if I wasn't mostly naked, to a stranger who was sexually aroused before we even touched.

Harry moved in next to me while on his side and quickly let his hand touch the side of my chest ever so lightly. There was something about being touched in a way that you'd never been before that just curled my toes.

Seeing the smile on my face was all Harry needed. He moved gently across each of my breasts, causing me to coo softly. Using that as another cue, he began to lightly pull on one nipple while sucking the other into his warm mouth. I could feel my juices beginning to run out and across my pucker as I slowly parted my legs.

Harry was on my left, and my arm on that side was somewhat trapped between my hip and his crotch. As he leaned closer to suck my left breast, his hard-on came into contact with the back of my hand. It wasn't even a thought, as my hand seemed to turn of its own volition. Gripping his stiff penis through his trunks, I gave both of us an instant thrill.

"Damn, girl! You are riled up and ready to play, aren't you?" Harry muttered after jumping a little from the unexpected contact.

I was fired up for sure and pulled my arm upward until my fingers found the top of his suit, before sliding into them and gripping the first bare cock that wasn't my husband's since our marriage. The head was a slippery mess, as it seemed that Harry was at least as excited as I was. Using his semen, I stroked him haltingly, while mumbling, "Finger me, you dirty old man."

Harry's hand made a beeline down my belly, and over my skirt until it landed on my left inner thigh. Still sucking my tit like he was starving, he quickly found my slick labia and began to explore. Once he slipped a finger inside me, I started to cum from the excitement of it all, and pumped his dick furiously. In no time at all, he was coating my hand and himself in a healthy dose of manly cum.

We both lay still, trying to catch our breath for a minute or two, with my hand still wrapped around his shrinking prick and his finger still inside me.

"It's too bad that you didn't stick that prick of yours inside me. I would have loved to feel your cum painting the inside of my vagina," I suggested before moving my face to his for an aggressive kiss.

As I rolled toward him, I raised my leg over his and decreed, "Stick a couple more fingers in me and give me another climax!"

Harry followed my command, and within a minute or two, I was cumming harder than I had since the bathroom stall with George. I sucked Harry's face like a possessed woman before rolling onto my back, completely exhausted.

"Thank you, sexy lady!" Harry emitted, before slipping away, just before George reappeared.

Upon sitting down next to me, George said with a knowing grin, "Looks like a couple of someones had a good time." He raised my cum-coated hand for both of us to see.

"Yeah, we did," I replied with a happy smile.

To be continued...