Nude Beach Afternoon

Tiffany was a stay-at-home mom, and with the kids gone to school all day, the mind can wander.

Their sex life was typical for a couple married more than ten years, and on the right afternoon, Tiffany's mind would turn to ways to spice things up. She'd bought sexy lingerie, experimented with some toys, and even introduced watching some adult movies. Her husband seemed to like them all, but she had always been the more sex-forward, adventurous of the two.

One afternoon, her best friend stopped by for a few drinks and some "girl talk." She had just returned from a week at a "clothing optional" resort in the Caribbean, and said not only had they had incredible sex while there, but it had continued upon their arrival home.

It was just what Tiffany was looking for, she thought, so she started researching resorts immediately. Some looked a little more like swingers resorts than she thought her husband would go for, but one in particular looked just right. The resort itself was fully clothed, but a private nude beach was adjacent. She knew her husband would be nervous, even reluctant, but this might let them ease themselves into the experience.

When she pitched the idea, her husband was more than reluctant. He was outright hostile to the idea. Tiffany wasn't going to give up so easily, though, and she kept bringing it up, giving him the best sales pitch she could. Finally, after months of trying, he agreed.

Tiffany arranged everything. She got her parents to watch the kids, bought the plane tickets, made sure their passports were up to date, and found herself a few new bathing suits. She wanted to look perfect for her husband, and hoped the experience would transform their sex life.

Finally, the week arrived. Seven days in the sun, and she hoped, seven nights alone having fun.

Upon arrival, the resort looked like any of the others they had visited. A few couples were laying around the pool, and the resort itself looked fairly empty. Her husband had sprung for one of the best suites available, a swim-up suite and a separate bedroom and small, private pool.

Arriving later in the day, the spent their first day only on the resort itself, enjoying dinner and several drinks. As they made their way back to their room, she mentioned wanting to check out the beach in the morning. He didn't object, and she had made very clear to him what the beach would be like.

Tiffany barely slept that night, excited for what the next day might hold.

In the morning, they enjoyed breakfast in their suite, before Tiffany excused herself to get ready. She had brought a different bathing suit for each day, and picked out a bright green bikini. A mother of three, she had large breasts, and it covered them fairly modestly, but also highlighted the flat stomach she'd worked so hard to regain.

Her husband didn't say anything about her outfit, leaving her a little disappointed, but a few moments later they were striding, arm-in-arm, across the resort and towards the beach.

Tiffany was a little nervous, as they arrived, because of the very large sign detailing the rules for the beach. "Clothing optional" was written in very large letters, above admonitions about respect and courtesy. Her husband didn't say anything, as the checked in at the entry desk. ID was required, and they were informed private chairs came with their room category.

A tall, dark-skinned attendant led them to their chairs - a pair of lounge chairs under a thatched grass umbrella. Settling in, Tiffany took stock of the crowd.

The beach wasn't overly crowded, but it wasn't empty, either. Scanning around, she saw a handful of topless women, mostly older and, if she was being honest, a bit heavier than she. Booking the trip, she'd worried she'd be surrounded by young, beautiful women, and feel old and out of place. Instead, she was sure she was one of the better looking women on the beach.

She and her husband laid side by side for a while, on their individual chairs, as the beach started to fill up. Before long, there were dozens of topless and fully nude women, and a few naked men, walking about without any pretense at all. People of all shapes and sizes made their way around, sunned themselves, and generally had a good time. She loved how free and relaxing it all felt, but she hadn't yet joined them.

Dragging her chair forward into the sun, Tiffany laid on her stomach to get some sun on her back. After a few moments, she reached back, and untied the back of her bikini top. The thin straps fell to the side, exposing her back. Tiffany laid that way for a while, and then turning over, held her top to her chest. Sitting up, she looked at her husband, who seemed to be half-asleep behind his dark sunglasses, to her right. Slowly, she let her top fall, exposing her breasts to anyone who might be around.

Looking around, self-consciously, she looked to see if anyone was paying attention. A few of the men let their gaze linger for a moment, but for the most part, no one much seemed to care.

Filled with confidence, Tiffany laid in the sun, her breasts glistening in the heat, as people went about enjoying their day.

As the afternoon lingered on, Tiffany found herself paying less attention to the naked women, and more to the naked men. Realizing she hadn't really thought about it, she was amazed at how they all looked different. Some were soft and small, some long and thick. A few seemed almost to be aroused. She found herself gawking at them, and comparing them to her husband.

The beach really picked up as the afternoon grew long, drinks flowing everywhere started a real party atmosphere. Some naked people were playing volleyball, others splashing in the surf. To her left a couple was making out, and nobody seemed much to mind. As they kissed, she could see the man grow hard. Was that allowed on the beach, she wondered? Nobody stopped them, and nobody seemed to care. She found how free they were with each other to be incredibly intoxicating. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so turned on.

As the evening approached, pretty much everyone on the beach was completely naked. Everyone, except her and her husband. She'd kept her bottoms on, not because she was self-conscious - she was actually quite interested in going fully nude - but because her husband kept his shorts on. She was a little disappointed he wasn't getting into it, but she reminded herself they had a full week.

As the sun disappeared behind the trees and into the twilight, Tiffany and her husband gathered their things and went back to their room to get ready for dinner. Her husband wanted to shower before dinner. Tiffany waited for him to get in the shower, and taking off her suit, she opened the glass door to the shower stall. Walking in, she placed a hand on her husband's shoulder. Spinning him around, she dropped to her knees, taking him into her hand. Looking up, with a smile, she gave him a few short strokes, and then placed him in her mouth. Closing her eyes, her mind turned to all the naked people on the beach, and especially the couple making out just a few feet away from her.

Before she knew it, she heard her husband start to breathe deeper and deeper. "Babe, I'm almost..." he panted. Tiffany placed each of her hands on his ass, pulling him into her mouth. With a desperate grunt and groan, he emptied himself into her willing mouth.

Tiffany swallowed it all, something she hadn't done since they were dating. Wiping her chin, she stood up, kissed him on the cheek, and exited the shower stall.

She hurried them through dinner, taking him back to the room, and practically attacking him in bed.

*****

The next morning, Tiffany slept in. Waking up to the warm breeze, she turned and saw the balcony door was open. Next to the door, her husband was siting at the desk, his laptop open, a phone pinned to his ear.

Rising from the bed, naked, Tiffany walked towards him. She could still feel his stickiness between her legs, the remnants from the previous night still inside her. Running a hand down his chest as she approached from behind, she kissed him on the neck, wondering to herself if he might have another in them before the went to the beach for the day.

"Not now..." he muttered, covering the mouth piece on his phone.

Tiffany frowned, and went back to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, she got cleaned up and applied her makeup for the day. Then she selected a small, bright red bikini. Pulling it over her breasts, she looked at herself in the mirror. It was too small, barely covering her, but she didn't plan to keep it on for long, and hoped she could coax her husband into joining her.

Returning to the living room, she found him hunched over his laptop.

"Baby, are you ready?" she asked, sweetly.

He looked up at her, obviously distracted. "Uh, yeah, no. I just got a call. Big work emergency. I think I'm going to have to...why don't you go by yourself, and I'll join you when I can."

Tiffany scowled at him. "You promised..."

He cut her off. "Yes, I know, but someone has to pay for all this, and I have to handle this. It could take most of the day. Why don't you go to the pool, or something. Enjoy yourself. I'll be ready by dinner, and it's only today. I promise."

She was furious. Grabbing her beach back and slipping on her sandals, Tiffany didn't say a word as she stormed out the door.

Walking out past the pool, Tiffany fumed. She thought about picking a pool chair and sitting down, but seeing a happy couple walking towards the beach, she changed her mind. He didn't participate yesterday, anyway, she thought to herself, and the nude beach was why they'd come, so surely he'd understand, she reasoned. With a bounce, Tiffany set off towards the edge of the resort.

Arriving back at the check-in stand, the beach was considerably busier than the day before. Presenting herself, the attendant said they were almost sold out, but he did have one pair of chairs left. Informing him she was alone for the day, he shrugged and led her to her space.

Placing her bag on the beach, Tiffany straddled the chair and looked around. Most of the women were at least topless, and again, she was sure she was one of the better looking women around. Several of the men were naked, as well, and the beach was already buzzing with energy.

Reaching behind her, Tiffany untied her top, and tossed it into her bag. Scowling again at the empty chair beside her, she applied sun tan oil to her body, then laying back and enjoying the warm air.

She laid there for a while, sipping her first drink, and then a second. Before long, feeling confident, she untied the strings on her bottoms. Lifting herself up, she pulled them out from under her body, putting them in her bag.

Looking around, nobody seemed to notice. Here she was, a married mother, fully naked in front of people other than her husband for the first time, and nobody seemed to care. She was almost disappointed.

Ordering another drink, Tiffany sat and started reading her book. Even though her husband had mostly sat there, the day before, it was less fun by herself, she thought.

Then she felt a human-sized shadow rise above her. Turning and looking, the beach attendant was pointing to the chair next to her. "All full. Hope you don't mind," he said, disappearing back towards the resort.

Left behind was a tall, tanned man. Tiffany thought he was probably about 40ish, and in very good shape. His muscles were thick and strong looking.

"Hi, I hope you don't mind..." he said, his voice deep and strong, as he straddled he adjacent chair and lowered himself down.

"No, I, uh" Tiffany stuttered, unsure if she wanted to share her space with a stranger, but feeling compelled not to make a scene in a place so free and accommodating.

The gentleman sat down, and waived over a waiter. "A beer for me," he started, and turning to see what kind of drink Tiffany had sitting next to her, "and a Pina Colada for my new friend," he concluded.

Tiffany thanked him, and turned back to her book.

The man started to make small talk; he was traveling alone, with only a few days between business stops. The resort had made a special accommodation for him to come alone, and he seemed very friendly. Tiffany found herself unconsciously glancing at him, and she noticed his gaze holding on her naked body with regularity.

They shared a few rounds of drink, and Tiffany could feel the intoxifying effects of the sun mixing with the booze, as midday turned into early afternoon.

Eventually, the man stood up, lowering his shorts, and dropping them beside the chair. Tiffany felt like she wasn't supposed to look, but she couldn't help herself. His penis was amazing, longer and thicker than any she'd ever seen up close before. It wasn't hard, but it was so naturally big and thick, she didn't know men were walking around like that.

As he sat back down, she couldn't help but look at him, and at it, draped across his left leg.

The sun continued to move across the sky, leaving him out of their shared shade. Gesturing, he asked if she minded, and nodding no, he stood up and moved his chair so it was directly next to hers.

Tiffany laid in the sun, using her sunglasses to mask the fact she was practically staring at the penis of a stranger she'd just met, as he laid directly next to her. She thought about how they probably looked more like a couple than she had the day before with her own husband.

The man started making small talk with her, and Tiffany found he was very funny, and quite charming. Sitting up, they chatted as more drinks flowed, enjoying each other's company. Tiffany worried he was going to catch her staring at his manhood, but she couldn't help herself.

As their conversation continued, she wondered, was she feeling actual chemistry with him, or was it the sun and the booze? Scolding herself, she thought about how when she was single, she definitely would've slept with him.

"I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable, but I have to make a confession. I just can't stop looking at you," he said, seemingly out of nowhere. "Your body is absolutely incredible. I'm trying to be respectful, but I can't help it."

Tiffany felt her heart skip a beat. "I, uh..." she stuttered. She suddenly felt very exposed, but she also felt very aroused. She knew she looked good, especially fo her age, but having a stranger say such a thing, was almost intoxicating.

"I should be honest, too, then," Tiffany said, her voice almost breaking with nerves. "I have been looking at you, too?"

"You have?" he asked, teasing her. "What have you been looking at?"

Tiffany giggled and slapped his arm. He smiled at her, and instinctively, she looked down at it again.

"Caught you," he said. Tiffany's here raced, as she looked back up at him, and then back down at it. Looking back at her new friend, Tiffany saw his eyes scanning her body. Then, looking back at him, she saw it had grown.

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked. Tiffany didn't know what to say. Looking around the beach, nobody seemed to be paying any attention at all. Most of the people were going about their day. She saw one couple making out, and to her amazement, one woman with her face buried in a man's lap.

Was it allowed? Could she do it without getting thrown out of the resort?

Glancing left and right, waiting for someone to yell out, to stop her, she sat up in her chair. Leaning forward, she place her hand on his leg, just above it. She felt it twitch against his leg, as she inched her hand slightly closer. It twitched again, now brushing up against her hand.

Tiffany lifted her hand, and ran her fingers across the stretched skin of his cock. Curling her fingers around it, she lifted it off his leg. It was warm, and heavier than she imagined. Slowly, she started to stoke it, watching with amazement as it continued to grow in her hand.

Shifting her weight onto her side to face him, she ran her hand all the way down his shaft, and then back up again. He smiled at her, as she stroked him slow and long. Tiffany could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second, thankful they were in such a public place, or she might really be in trouble.

The man reached over and ran his hand across her hip, and then tried to part her legs. Tiffany wouldn't let him, pushing his hand away, as she continued to stroke him.

"Can't I touch you, too?" he asked, as she jerked him off slowly.

"No," she said softly, shaking her head.

"Can I see you touch yourself, then?" he asked, putting his hand one of hers and directing it back to her lap.

Tiffany rolled onto her back. Looking left and right, no one was paying any attention to them at all. Bolstered by their anonymity, Tiffany put her hand atop her crotch. Running one finger between her lips, they were immediately soaked. Placing the tip of her finger on her clit, she started to rub it gently.

The mix of sensations was too much. Tiffany felt herself start to cum immediately, her hips rocking back and forth as she pleasured herself with one hand, jerking off a stranger with the other. She muffled her moans as much as she could, but she knew he could hear, which was all she wanted.

She heard her new friend start to moan softly, as she worked her hand up and down his long shaft. Looking down, she watched as he grunted, a thick explosion of white cum shooting out, covering her hand. He came and came, his cock exploding all over her hand.

Tiffany let him fall limp from her hand, hornier than she'd ever been in her entire life. Her hand covered in his cum, she looked around. Nobody noticed, and if they did, they didn't care.

The gentleman said thank you, and said he should probably get back to his room. "I hope I'll see you around, before I leave, though," he said, as he rose to his feet, and put his shorts back on.

Tiffany laid here, her hand still stick with cum, for a few minutes. She knew what she needed. Hurriedly, she put her suit back on. Walking like she was being timed, she made her way swiftly across the resort, and back into her room.

Her husband was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, holding his swim shorts. "I was just getting dressed to come find you," he said.

Tiffany didn't say a word. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she immediately took him into her mouth. He laid back on the bed, moaning, as his cock grew hard between her lips. She sucked her husband's cock with abandon, slurping as she got it as wet as possible. Letting him go, a long strand of spit ran from her mouth to the dip of his dick. Giving him a few hard strokes, she crawled up on the bed, pointing her ass at him.

Her husband quickly crawled into position behind her, his cock gliding in easily

"Holy fuck, baby, you're so wet," he mumbled.

"I am..." she cooed. "I need you to take me," she cried, as he started to fuck her from behind. "I need you to make me yours."

He slowly worked himself in and out of her, gently fucking her from behind.

"Harder!" she cried out, "Own me. I need you to own me!"

Her husband couldn't believe his ears, but did as he was told. Holding her by the hips, he drove himself deep into her. Tiffany came immediately, her slopping wet pussy gripping his cock, milking him as he came hard into her.

They collapsed together onto the bed. "Fuck, that was good," he moaned to himself. "You must've had fun at the beach."

Tiffany laid next to him, still so horny she could barely stand it. She needed more. She needed a lot more. She worried, she might need more than he could give her.