It was July of 1994. Kelly and I were thirty-four and each had heard just passing comments at work, in the context of something funny, about a nude beach supposedly not terribly far from our house. It caught our attention but nothing specific was shared and we certainly weren’t going to bring it up to our, respective, co-workers. We moved on.

Sometimes an especially good memory comes back to us and inspires a good fuck session, or two, or more. Kelly and I had been recollecting our visit, five years previously, to a nude beach in Florida and the fun sex we had there and on the entire trip. It kept us fired up for a good week. Every time we would bring up Brandi (our favorite stripper) either Kelly’s pussy would blast me or my cock would blast her. It had been a wet week of heavy-duty fucking!

That Sunday morning, I opened the newspaper and inside came across an article about this mysterious nude beach we’d heard tidbits about. It actually existed and was less than two hours away. It was on private land, and while the article wasn’t explicit by any means, it suggested that inappropriate sexual behavior was not uncommon and was the stuff of local gossip and complaining.

I was still in my skivvies. Kelly was in the kitchen, still naked as that was how she slept. I called her out and handed her the paper. She stood between my legs, her back facing me as she read. Kelly got very animated and she was cooing and oohing and wiggling her butt as she read. Getting informed, of course, but wet as well. My cock got hard just from listening to her.

She read the “inappropriate” paragraph out loud, nearly panting. I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my lap. She squealed with delight as she felt my hard-on lodge in her butt crack. She dropped the paper onto the floor, reached between her legs, lifted her butt, and aimed my dick for her wet and ready hole.

Kelly gripped the arms of the chair and slammed her pussy up and down on my cock. She was so wet all I could hear were the squishing sounds of her lube being squeezed out of her vagina as she slammed down. It only took a minute before Kelly squealed out a series of “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” She slammed her pussy onto my nuts, reached down, and rubbed her clit in a race to the finish. She pulled her feet up onto my thighs, as she pushed her back into my chest pinning me into the chair.

She screamed as she came and I felt her cum squirt across my legs and then a stream ran over my nuts and pooled on the chair. Kelly was done, but I was just about there. “Uhhh!” was my noise as Kelly kind of fell off of me and the chair onto the floor. She rolled to her back and looked wiped out. Sorry, I didn’t care much. I had a load on deck!

I dropped to my knees and furiously jerked my cock. Seconds later I laid three thick streams of cum onto her from above her head to her tits. Then I crashed on the floor next to her.

We agreed we had too much to do that day, but we made a pinky-pact to go to the beach the following weekend. Every afternoon that week Kelly rushed home from work right at five and laid out on our deck. Nude, of course. Kelly had been sunning as she could on weekends, but she was on a mission that week.

It turned out that Thursday was a quiet day for her for workload so she took the day off. She got a salon appointment right when they opened up and had her shoulder-length blonde hair dyed again to a bright platinum color. Then she visited the nail salon next door and walked out with shiny and new fuck-me-red finger and toenails. As soon as she got home, she lay out sunning the rest of the day.

I found her asleep on her back on a lounger when I got home. Her freshly shaved beaver was too tempting so I slipped a finger into her twat. She woke with a start and gently, yet firmly shoved my arm back. “Sorry, it’s my fault. She’s had too much today and is pretty sore.” Kelly admitted she had masturbated more times than she could recall.

We arrived Saturday morning around eleven. Signs were posted that the beach was private and “clothing optional.” We paid the man a few bucks for entry and walked the shoreline. We knew that it was also a gay-friendly beach. That was clear and obvious. Folks were being low key but we saw three guys being blown by their male partners before it dawned on us that we still were clothed.

Kelly stopped and slipped off her t-shirt and nylon shorts and then pushed my swimsuit off. I do not have a huge dick. Six inches at full-mast. But, the atmosphere had my guy enthused. I wasn’t stiff but grew enough to have that nice flip-flop back and forth as I walked along.

It was easy to tell which guys were straight. The sight of five foot two, 34F Kelly strolling along caught the eyes of the straight ones. Several spread their legs a bit more to show off their junk. I was surprised to see that at least three-quarters of all of the men were shaved, as was I.

We found a nice spot and set up. Close enough to the shoreline to people watch, far enough back that our large umbrella provided some shade without blocking people’s view.

Less than an hour after we planted, Kelly eagle-eyed a long dick walking up the shore. I followed her stare. The guy's dick was every bit of my full size six inches, but he wasn’t hard. It slapped-slapped against his thighs. It was fun to notice everyone watching his cock pass by. He paused in front of us. Kelly had been supported on her elbows, her knees slightly open.

He turned toward us. Instinctively, Kelly spread her knees wide open, fully exposing her open clam. I noticed that the guy was young. Like young. And also, very good looking. Kelly only saw his cock. He was looking at the beach and then noticed us. Well, actually, he noticed Kelly’s vagina.

He said “This is a great spot. I love setting up here. Do you mind a neighbor?”

“We’d love one!” I replied. He kind of froze staring at Kelly’s cunt. His teenage cock began to harden. It lifted away from his thigh and began its ascent. In mere seconds, it was aiming right out at Kelly. She loved it!

He knocked himself out of his daze. He was so embarrassed he could get anything comprehensible out of his mouth. Kelly spoke up “Hey. Relax. I’m naked on purpose. Come sit down.”

The kid laid his towel down about ten feet or so to our right, on Kelly’s side. They immediately struck up a polite chat. I couldn’t help it. The warm sand, the first day of the weekend, my eyelids were heavy and soon the sounds of the waves and quiet conversation did me in. At some point, I felt Kelly lay her head on my chest.

As she and her new friend (Chris) chatted, Kelly shifted so that she was aimed parallel with the shoreline. Her cunt again aimed right at him. Chris had laid on his stomach when he laid down his towel, in an effort to hide his long hard-on. As they chatted away, Chris rolled to his side, facing Kelly.

His cock was still young-boner hard and aiming straight at Kelly. Kelly had ‘brushed off some sand,’ giving her an excuse to spread her cunt lips fully open. Chris could easily see her wet slit. It turned out that Chris had been coming to the beach weekly since graduating high school just a few weeks prior.

He shared some stories of gay guys offering to suck his cock. Kelly observed that no one could blame them, considering he had a “beautiful cock,” which was fully hard, and Kelly could see was pushing close to eight inches. His cock twitched.

Kelly spoke as softly as she could, “It’s making me wet.” Chris was having a hard time hearing her. She motioned him to come closer, making it clear to bring his towel. Chris was aware that I was asleep. He was concerned. Kelly got him to bring his towel over next to hers anyway.

Then they could speak without the conversation carrying to others, as the beach was getting busier. Kelly briefly explained our marriage and our choices. Kelly told Chris about our visit to a Florida nude beach. She lazily ran a fingertip through her lips, slit, and over her clit as she shared the stories of us fucking strangers, her flashing people, sex in a strip club, and all the rest of it.

Knowing how she can be, I can appreciate what she put the kid through. At some point, Chris started to stroke his cock; slowly, just as Kelly was fingering her pussy. Kelly stopped her story and blurted, “I want you to shoot your load on my tits when you’re ready.” Chris’ eyes bugged out. “I’m serious!”

Kelly dialed up her story to jack-off mode. She started to slide fingers in and out of her cunt. A few of the shoreline walkers took notice. It made Kelly even wetter. Chris exclaimed, quietly, “I’m gonna cum!”

Kelly, softly, snapped back “On me!” Chris got up on his knees next to Kelly’s chest and quickly pumped several streams of hot splooge onto her chest and cheek. He sat down just as quickly. He caught the eyes of a couple walking perhaps twenty feet away. The lady had stopped and watched him unload. She smiled broadly at him. They moved on a few feet and then the man turned around to watch Kelly as she masturbated.

A moment later, the lady turned and watched with him. Kelly saw them both and groaned as quietly as she could, her hips bucking into the air as she came. The audience turned and walked away. Kelly looked at Chris and his cock had a large drop of cum oozing out. She leaned over and sucked his cock into her mouth to clean him up.

When Kelly bucked her hips, she brought me back around. By the time I opened my eyes, I saw Chris sitting next to me with Kelly’s face in his crotch and as I sat up and peeked, his cock in her mouth. Chris was embarrassed. I said, “Looks like fun!” He calmed down.

Kelly popped her head up, “See, I told you!” She left Chris with a half-hard cock.

“You can’t just leave him like that,” I observed.

Kelly sat up and did the Price is Right hand-wave to her chest. “Don’t worry. Chris is okay. I took the first one on my tits.” Chris’ head cocked. “Oh, you’re not done with just one. I still need to feel that cock of yours.”

Kelly was sitting facing him. They both had their knees in the air with their genitalia facing each other. Kelly scooted closer to him and pulled Chris’ hand to her cunt. “Feel how wet you’ve made me.”

Chris slipped two fingers into her hot, wet slot. Kelly put her arms around his neck and pulled him in. They rested their heads on each other’s shoulders. Kelly was moaning as Chris fingered her. She was giving encouragement and feedback. She was close and badly wanted to cum on his hand. Chris hit the right spot. Kelly gripped him tightly and her cunt flooded his hand as she got off.

Kelly released him and sat up. Chris had a huge boner aiming right at her. She softly gripped it. “Fuck! It’s so hard! It’s so hot!” She looked up and looked him in the eyes. “You have a beautiful cock! Really.” Chris looked embarrassed. Kelly looked him in the eyes: “The rest of you is pretty damn cute as well.” Chris’ face was red.

Kelly sat back and looked up and down the beach. We both saw a guy’s head between a woman’s thighs eating her out. Another woman was sucking a guy and a guy was sucking a guy. Another guy was laying on a guy’s back, humping his ass. Chris said, “Yeah, people like to fuck out here.”

Kelly asked, “Have you?” Chris looked confused. “Fucked? Here on the beach?” Chris quickly shook his head no.

Kelly laid down on her side facing me, her head toward the water, by my feet. “Lay down and fuck me from behind.” Chris had gotten good at following orders. He kind of spooned her, Kelly reached between her legs and pulled his long cock to her, and guided his head to her pussy. “Slowly.”

Once they had their fuck established, Kelly pulled me onto my side and swallowed my cock. Kelly had known enough to take a few ounces of Chris’ baby gravy off the top to give him some stamina. And he had just that. We fucked and sucked in that same position for a long time.

A couple of solo guys stopped to watch us fuck. One guy dropped his load into the sand. The other guy just watched. As he started to walk away, a couple that had been watching from several towels over stood up and came to watch. “Do you mind if we watch?”

They were behind Kelly and she couldn’t see them. I looked at the lady and said “Not at all. We love company.” She sat near to Kelly’s feet. Kelly had lifted her knee occasionally and the lady got a good view of Chris’ huge cock stroking her pussy as well as Kelly deep throating me. The guy sat near my feet, watching Kelly suck me.

Kelly saw him sit down, popped me out, looked at his slightly stiffening dick, and said “Nice cock. I like ‘em hard.” Then she glanced down and saw the lady and lifted her knee higher to give her a better view of her cunt. The lady had been sitting cross-legged, but took the hint, uncrossed her legs, and raised her knees giving us a view of her tight peach. At least, she was shaved. Although, clearly not a regular, as her groin was winter white. Her boobs were tanned, though.

Kelly spent some time stroking me by hand and she watched the guy's cock get hard. She gave him the eyeballs of looking at her hand stroking me and back to his cock. He took the signal and started to stroke himself, slowly. Kelly sucked me back into her mouth and adjusted me so she could watch the guy play with his dick.

Chris was pretty turned on and fucking Kelly more firmly. She shoved out my cock and had an orgasm. The dude’s eyes nearly bugged out. The wife seemed more into things. No doubt in my mind that the entire trip was at the husband’s urging to “expand her horizons.” It was all over her face.

I reached for her pussy. She sucked in a quick breath and froze for a moment. I didn’t. I had one hand and slowly slid fingertips up and down her slit like a desert animal seeking moisture. I peeled her peach open a bit and found a wet slit. My middle finger went in and shook hello with her G-spot. She sighed louder than she thought. Kelly looked down, saw where my hand was, and gave my cock a playfully little bite.

What I didn’t know at the time was that Kelly had felt Chris’ cockhead swell up when she came and she was pretty sure he shot a load into her. But Chris got rather quickly got right back to the same steady pace at which he’d been fucking her.

Chris was doing a reach-around and playing with Kelly’s huge soft tit mounds. The guy got more focused on me fingering his wife. She had opened fully and was drenched with her lube. I was three-finger-fucking her. I could tell that she was close and I was racing for the finish line. I’ve had more than one chick in my life that suddenly realize they could orgasm in public and put a smashing halt to things.

She seemed like she was good. Her husband was cranking his shaft. He had a pretty distinctive twisting action on his fat little head. Kelly reached up and tugged and played with his balls. I knew she saw Kelly playing with him by the loud moan his wife made watching it happen. I finger-banged her with intensity and purpose. Cum, damn it! Her knees started shaking, wobbling, banging together, and lurching apart. She gripped my hand but my fingers were still stroking her G-spot. She fired off like a moon rocket!

Her husband was close behind. Kelly spit me out again. “Cum on my tits!” she ordered him. He stood up on his knees and fired his cock at the fuck pile. Kelly was super impressed by another big load of the day! He got some on my thigh but most of it landed on Kelly’s head, in her hair, and on her face.

Kelly’s pussy had put Chris through the wringer. She had been practicing her Kegel exercises the whole time on his cock. He gripped her hips and slamming his long dong in and out of her. Hell, Kelly's pussy was maybe only a foot away from my face. I had a front-row seat to seeing that snake slither in and out of her. I was jerking my cock and getting close as well.

That time, I saw his sack tighten into a snug little ball and his cock throbbed as he spurts, what I thought was his first load, into her slit. I sat up and pulled Kelly up and turned her sideways. Her ass was in the air, her face in Chris’ lap cleaning his cock.

I slid in from behind and fucked her doggy. The wife scooted over and played with my nuts. That did it! Kelly’s cunt was full of cum when I pushed in. I came so hard that cum was dripping and splattering out of her twat.

I pulled out and flopped over onto my back. Chris laid back down. Kelly stayed ass-up and let the jizz drip out of her cunt and off her chest and face. The wife leaned down and kissed my cheek and said “Thank you. I really needed that.”

The couple got up and left. Kelly and Chris turned their feet towards the water and we all laid on our tummies. Kelly kept her legs spread wide. Chris and I both noticed as folks would pause, or flat out stop, to look at her cunt.

Chris had a girlfriend. She thought a nude beach was disgusting and couldn’t believe he would think it would be okay to ask her to go to one. So, he had a fake job he went to every Saturday. The more Chris shared about their relationship, and actually more so the things he shared that turned him on, it was clear theirs was a match doomed to failure. Kelly gently walked him through that over the next hour or so.

It was time for Chris to leave. He gave Kelly a huge hug goodbye. Kelly pulled him down for a sensuous French kiss (Chris was around six feet tall). She thanked him for sharing his “beautiful” cock with her. She gave his dick a final quick squeeze and watched him walk away. “Cute butt too,” she muttered.

Kelly and I cooled off in the lake and then walked up and down the shoreline. We figured it out quickly when we entered the gay-only area. Kelly wanted to keep going. To her, cocks are cocks. I avoided any eye contact. Unfortunately, no lesbians, just gay guys. I convinced Kelly to turn back as I was getting glares.

Back in the straight zone, we walked further past our towels and came upon a small crowd of a dozen or so. On the bottom was a bronzed woman in her thirties. Model-like. Full makeup. Bright white-blonde and a pussy so light-reflecting smooth it was probably lasered. She had probably been born with a model’s tiny boobs. She had a pair of after-market cantaloupes bolted on that, sorry, simply could not have looked more out of place.

Her knees were in the air and an equally bronzed, bald, chubby man, decades older than her, was on his haunches between her legs fucking her with a dick about the size of mine. He was huffing and puffing. She sounded like the soundtrack to a bad porno with her oohs and aahs. They clearly were putting on a show and wanted onlookers. But, the guy would growl at anyone who thought they may touch the fuck-toy he was sweating on.

So, folks were standing around just watching them fuck. No cocks were hard. No one was stroking. It was that boring, yet, like a car wreck, you couldn’t look away. Ten minutes later, he pulled out his Viagra-powered dick and dripped few runny drops onto her missing bush. We walked on. The show was over.

By then we were thinking about food. We packed up our stuff and I slipped on my swimsuit. Kelly carried her clothes all the way to the sign that said clothes required past that point. A couple of nosy guys on the public side got the flash they were looking for. Kelly put on a little show dressing and winked at them as we walked past.

We cleaned up in the car and Kelly put on a sundress. It was pink with buttons from top to bottom. Kelly loved dresses like that since she could adjust as the night, attitude, or situation progressed. She showed plenty of cleavage and the bottom was unbuttoned to just above her knees. As she sat on the barstool she showed leg to her the top of her thigh. Every guy that walked past gave an appreciative smile.

I had on a dressy, silky shirt that hung to my hips. On the bottom, at Kelly’s insistence, and my reluctance, I was wearing a pair of natural-colored linen slacks. Kelly insisted that I go Commando. The slacks were half see-through to begin with. Kelly had a “boo-hoo, I do this all the time” attitude, which I could not debate.

Between watching Kelly, her flirting with me, free-balling, watching men watching her, I was half stiff. And Buttercup sucked it up as he walked past full tables to the restroom. One table of four women caught me and were all staring and giggling as my cock flopped around on my way back to the bar. Kelly had seen it and was very proud of me.

After a couple of hours at that bar, we wandered to another place on the main drag and got outdoor seats next to the sidewalk. It was dark, the weather was perfect, and it seemed like the whole town of tourists and boaters were all feeling pretty good. Kelly popped a few more buttons. The only thing hiding her beaver was her crossed leg. She had enough thigh showing to prove there were no panties. About every half hour, another top button quit. By then, a good side angle would catch a view of her whole boob, stiff nipple and all.

A few times, for really happy groups, she crossed her legs Sharon Stone-style. A couple of them noticed. One guy, a really drunk Kenny Rogers-looking boater in his fifties stopped to chat, leaning over the railing. He flirted. She flirted. He asked if she forgot her panties. She asked what he meant. His hand went onto her thigh. Kelly slowly uncrossed her legs as they continued to flirt. He slid a fat middle finger all the way up her thigh, into her cunt, and wiggled it around.

Kelly sputtered, uncontrollably. She was wet, horny, and had been flirting for hours. His fat finger was just what the pussy ordered. He didn’t stop until she came, just a couple of minutes later. He pulled her in for a kiss. She went in, thinking “polite.” No, he shoved his tongue down her throat and, having tickled her toes, walked away and left her, literally, panting.

Kelly was ready to leave after we finished our drinks. As soon as we got to the car she bent over against the side of my car, her dress was fully unbuttoned and she flipped it to the side. She grabbed for my cock and I pulled it and my balls out through my fly. I fucked her standing up (she was in heels) against the car with the passenger door open. I pulled out and she dropped down, squatting on her heels in front of me. She swallowed my load, licked her lips, climbed in and we drove away.

Kelly turned on the map light, tossed her dress into the back seat, laid her seat all the way back, put her heels on the dash, and played with her pussy all the way home. Late and on a weekend we didn’t come across too many truckers, but one guy paced us for a few miles. I made up a play-by-play for Kelly about him pulling out his cock and stroking it. It worked. He got to watch her cum as she slammed her fingers into her twat. By then we had traffic behind us and I sped on.