Confessions and Back to the Beach

As we approached our car, Janice asked if I was OK with driving. I replied that I felt better, and I could manage.

On the drive home, Janice was quiet after we got in the car, looking out of the window beside her. After a few minutes, I asked her about Marcel.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

She didn’t reply for a moment; then she fidgeted slightly, and she sighed.

She said he claimed to be one of the executives of a company that had its headquarters in Paris and was opening a few offices around the country.

She seemed tired yet relaxed. I’m sure it was the sex had that her mind in another world, because she remained quiet the rest of the night.

The next day, Janice explained she needed to go out for a while. So, I took the opportunity to check my phone camera.

The first two pictures were blurred. I went to my desktop computer and connected my phone.

When the icons finished loading, I began to scroll through them.

I think I made it through the first four before my got cock hard.

Knowing Janice would be too tired later for sex, I began to masturbate to the pictures.

When I got to the last few pictures of Janice sucking the last bit of Marcel’s cum, I released my load.

After cleaning myself, I loaded the pictures into a hidden file on the PC and kept a few on my phone.

My favorite photos: Marcel pulling Janice’s hair, Janice’s mouth kissing his cock head, and of course Janice sucking the last bit of his cum out.

The differences in their skin contrasts remain burned into my brain.

Not long after I finished, Janice returned home with a shopping bag.

I thought about showing her the pictures, but she seemed too distant to bring it up.

Later that evening, over dinner, Janice confessed.

“I want you to know what really happened." Her tone wavered nervously.

I sat quietly and listened as she told me about the sex. I did not admit that I knew and had pictures of it.

“Why are you telling me this now?” I asked. “You could have told me last night.”

Janice looked at the wall, not making eye contact, sighed, then said, “I returned to the casino earlier to see if Marcel was there.

“Were you going back for more?” I asked.

Janice nodded slightly, then said, “The woman at the check-in counter said he had checked out earlier.

“Then I asked the woman how long Marcel had been staying there.

“She looked at her computer and told me he checked in yesterday. And his name wasn’t Marcel; he checked in under another name, but he was from Paris. The desk clerk found him on the computer using the room number I told her.”

“So, he fooled you into having sex with him,” I stated.

Janice sighed, “Yes, but I can’t say I was fooled.”

“True,” I replied.

Jance admitted he was a gentleman, and she enjoyed the sex. Then, she admitted she wanted to try a black man by herself, without sharing him with someone else, like what happened in Jamaica with Janine.

To this day, I never admitted I knew about her interracial sexual escapades, and I had the pictures to prove it.

OK, on to the next story.

It was time to attend another youth camp, and this time another seven-day beach trip was on the agenda.

The two female councilors, Wendy and Jo Anna, who were on the previous trips, were unavailable. Wendy had other plans and Jo Anna’s husband retired, and they moved.

This time, there were two new female councilors, and I was the only male councilor again.

The women, like before, had husbands working for the company. Janice admitted she didn’t know them well.

She explained as she drove to her office, “Jessica’s husband, Marty transferred in during the Christmas holidays,” Janice began explaining about the new lady councilors.

“Emilia and her husband, Andre, are originally from Rio de Janeiro and joined the company soon after Marty and Jessica. Andre worked for an import/export company in Rio before joining ours.

“I don’t think either of them have children,” she added.

I nodded as Janice explained their jobs and a few other items about them. I wasn’t paying much attention because I was remembering the time I had sex with Wendy on a washing machine.

After arriving at the company’s parking lot, I was introduced to the ladies, and I did well to keep myself composed and try not to stare at Emilia’s exposed cleavage or the shape of her ass.

There’s something about South American woman and their asses I find irresistible to look at.

Emilia’s Latin looks weren’t lost in my imagination. I’ve seen many of the Brazilian Mardi Gras videos and photos of the ladies.

She was wearing jeans and a colorful blouse that was unbuttoned enough to reveal her tanned cleavage. She had dark brown hair with eyes and makeup that were almost as tantalizing as her body.

Jessica, on the other hand, had shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, and similar body features as Emilia.

She was wearing jeans, a conservative white blouse, and holding a blue jean jacket in front of her waist.

I guess their height was approximately five-seven, with long legs.

I couldn’t wait to see both women in their swimwear.

I’m sure Janice knew that, but sometimes it’s better to keep some things quiet.

As we were about to leave, Janice planted a long goodbye kiss on me, and I’m sure it was intentional.

OK, some of the kids I had from last summer returned and a few new ones came, too.

One of the new kids, likely the youngest of the bunch, seemed afraid. I assured him in front of his attractive mother that things would be OK, and he’d have plenty of stories to tell her when he got back.

He seemed to doubt me but agreed to go when his mother told him the same thing.

Emilia and Jessica had a couple of new girls join them, but most of them were from last summer’s trip to the mountains.

As we rode to the beach retreat, which was the same one as before, I chatted with Jessica and Emilia. Meanwhile, some kids had their earbuds in and were doing something on their phones or pads. Other kids chatted among themselves.

Jessica took over the conversation with Emilia because she wanted to know more about Rio. It seemed she had many questions and some comments.

I didn’t talk much, because I enjoyed hearing Emilia’s accent and laughter.

I think at one point, Emilia wanted to change the subject because she turned toward me and shot me a glance, rolling her eyes.

I stifled a laugh and asked Emilia about her favorite American foods.

She laughed and said, “I love the Texas BBQ and the food we ate while on a weekend trip to New Orleans was very good.”

I mentioned Creole and Cajun cuisine were favorites of mine and mentioned a couple of local restaurants.

Jessica apparently didn’t like that I changed the subject and didn’t say much for the rest of the trip.

At the beach retreat, we went to our assigned dormitories, settled in and prepared for the beach.

Before we went to the beach, I made sure my gang had plenty of sunscreen applied, along with their beach items, then asked if any of them couldn’t swim.

I made sure I kept an eye on one boy who couldn’t swim.

The retreat had ice chests full of snacks, ice, water and sports drinks prepared. I assigned four of the older boys to grab an end and carry them.

We arrived at the beach ahead of the girls, and I told the boys the rules, which were basically not to go out too far and watch for the others.

I took a couple of the older boys, and we set up our place and opened the umbrellas and chairs that the resort provided.

After a couple of minutes, I noticed the two boys stopped working and were staring back in the direction of the retreat.

I turned around to see what they were looking at and almost gasped.

Emilia, Jessica and the girls crossed the road and approached us.

I’m sure the boys weren’t looking at the young girls.

I know, because I couldn’t take my eyes off Emilia.

We’ve seen the Samba dancers at the Latin Mardi Gras.

Well, now you know…

Emilia was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit, and it didn’t hide much.

Especially her ass.

So, without being too obvious, I made a decent attempt to get things arranged and settled in.

Jessica wasn’t a slouch in her yellow one-piece.

Her tan wasn’t as dark as Emilia’s, but she had been working on her tan before we got to the beach.

I know it’s only natural to have all eyes on attractive women when they walk on the beach.

And I’m sure Emilia and Jessica stirred some feelings in some boys’ swimsuits, not to mention mine.

I suspect others nearby who watched the ladies set up their chairs and lay their towels on the sand had a few thoughts and feelings of their own.

My dilemma was, could I manage to get one or both this week without getting caught? I knew I wasn’t going to get both at the same time, because there seemed to be a bit of friction between them during the bus ride.

But…

Back to the beach.

Later, I was resting on a blow-up raft out from the shoreline, watching the boys I oversaw, when Jessica waded into the water a little way and not far from me.

She stopped and turned toward the shoreline. With her back to me, she dipped below the water, getting her hair wet. When she stood, she pulled back her hair, then her swimsuit bottom over her ass cheeks.

She had to know I was watching and gave me a nice view.

She turned around, looked directly at me, and flashed a quick smile.

As she returned to her umbrella-shaded chair, I looked over at the boys and caught some of them watching her.

Soon, Emilia took her turn to test the waters.

I’m sure many eyes, including mine, ignored everything else when Emilia walked to the water’s edge.

She stopped after a step or two in the water and bent over to splash some water on herself.

Emilia waded into the water until she was waist-deep, but not near me. She ducked under the water, and as she stood back up, she turned, pulled her hair back with both hands. She saw me and smiled.

I watched her walk back to the shore until she sat under an umbrella.

I probably wouldn’t have any takers if I bet that the boys’ showers would take a bit longer later that night.

OK, back to my dilemma: who’s first?

My thoughts returned to figuring out if, how, and where I could have sex with either or both women.

The sex in the laundry room on a previous trip here was luck, and lightning rarely strikes in the same place.

Or does it?

My imagination almost got the better of me when a large wave knocked me off my raft and back to reality.

The boys were laughing at me when I recovered, and I had to chase my raft back to the shore.

Emilia and Jessica were smiling, and Jessica asked if I was OK as I retrieved my raft.

They sat under the umbrellas next to mine, and I wondered if they were checking me out underneath their sunglasses.

After I dried off and sat, I reminded myself of something I’ve learned over the years: if a woman really wants to have sex with someone, they will find a way.

That night, after the boys in my dorm fell asleep, I took the opportunity to walk to the front of the retreat to sit in one of the Adirondack chairs provided to stare at the beach.

It’s always relaxing to hear the surf crashing along the shore at night and the warm breeze that comes with it.

On the third day, the schedule called for a trip to one of the parks that had nature walking trails. This idea was to gain a break from the intense sun, because some of the kids had to begin getting sunburned.

Emilia didn’t join us, volunteering to remain behind and help with laundry and some other items.

As we walked, Jessica and I chatted about our lives. She asked about my wife, told me about her husband and some other things.

I wondered if being married ended with any sexual opportunities I might have with her.

Instead, Jessica seemed to like the fact that I am married.

I don’t know if that made her feel safe or aroused.

After walking for about two hours in the hot weather, we returned to the retreat campus to relax and have lunch.

The kids wanted to return to the beach after lunch, and that provided another opportunity to see Jessica’s and Emilia’s swimsuits.

And they didn’t disappoint.

Both women wore black bikinis, although Emilia’s had white stripes.

I’m sure they were the ones who gained the most attention when they walked out to the water and back to their chairs.

Jessica and Emilia brought blow-up rafts, and for a while, they would come and lie out on them with me in the water.

A few times, we were all close together as Emilia lay on her belly. One time, a wave caused Emilia’s raft to bump into my raft.

Yes, I looked at her ass.

That night, we had a group beach walk that took a few hours. The kids played and chased sand crabs or splashed each other.

Yes, after the walk, the boys’ showers took a long time, and they fell asleep sometime after eleven.

I stepped outside the dorm and walked to the front of the retreat to look out at the beach. As I looked out over the moonlit surf, I walked over to a vacant lot that was next to the campus.

The lights from the retreat weren’t so bright, and I had a nice view of the beach and the moon.

I wasn’t there long when I heard Emilia’s accented voice.

“This is a beautiful place. It almost reminds me of my childhood.”

She stood beside me, wearing a long, white T-shirt and no bra. Her firm nipples poked at the fabric.

I agreed, “I enjoy returning here. Even with the kids here, it’s relaxing.”

We chatted a bit about the place and the kids under our care.

After a bit, we stopped talking and listened to the surf crash against the shoreline.

Emilia moved closer to me, and the instinct kicked in that usually happens with my wife: I put my arm around her waist.

Emilia put her arm around my waist and within the moment, we began kissing.

“There’s no turning back now,” I thought as I ran my hands on Emilia’s ass.

I thought she wasn’t wearing panties.

Luckily for me, my shorts weren’t tight as Emilia began to rub my ass, causing my cock to get hard.

I wasn’t sure if we could do it in the vacant lot, but I suppose in stranger places have people had sex.

“I know a place where we can be comfortable,” Emilia said in a hushed tone.

She took my hand, and we walked through the sandy lot, along the back side of one dormitory, to an empty dorm room in the back of the retreat.

The beds had the mattresses curled over, except for one that had a sheet and a pillow on it.

As we lay on the mattress, Emilia removed her shirt. Yes, she has some of the fine tits I imagined the ladies in the Samba parades have.

I couldn’t get my shorts off fast enough and cursed when my foot hung up in my underwear. Emilia removed the thong panties she had on, then sat on my hard cock.

I couldn’t resist sucking on her firm nipples when she leaned forward.

She began to moan while holding my head on her breasts.

Many women have sensitive nipples, and foreplay excites them. Emilia was no different.

She reached back, taking my cock, and inserted it into her wet, warm and tight pussy.

Lord, have mercy!

I have had some very good sex, but Emilia may have been in a different league all to her own.

She knew how to bring me to a point with her muscle control, then relax it.

She could tell from my breathing and moaning that I was building up to my orgasm. Then release her muscles.

At one point, as I was holding her ass, I tapped, rubbed, and fingered her anus.

Well, that did it for her.

I hoped no one would hear us, but Emilia had a high-pitched voice, and she started to let loose with her moaning and some squealing.

Between my cock fucking that tight pussy, I finger-fucked her ass. The motions began to speed up to a point where one of us couldn’t last much longer.

Emilia’s orgasms suddenly came in rapid succession, and soon mine followed.

Emilia was shaking her head around, and her high-pitched voice seemed to pierce the silent room.

I may have let loose one of the largest loads I can remember, and Emilia didn’t let up. She kept her muscles tight and rode my cock for another minute or so.

But who’s keeping time?

Our breathing could compare to running a marathon as fast as we could.
Finally, Emilia rolled from me, and after she caught her breath, she kissed me.

I couldn’t resist kissing her nipples once again, and she held me like a baby.

After a moment, as we dressed, I asked, “How did you know I was outside?”

As Emilia put on her thong and then pulled her shirt over that fabulous body and ass, she smiled. “Last night, as I stood outside, I saw you walk out of your dorm. So, tonight I waited to see if you would go out again.”