“Compliments of the table below yours,” she said with a smile. Taped to it was a note: “Thanks for the show.”
Corinne sighed. “I can’t believe how wet I am,” she murmured. Then she did something we still talk about in wonder. She brushed two fingers along her moist vaginal lips and lifted them to my lips for me to taste.
My cock went rigid in my pants. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” I gasped.
As soon as we got back to our villa, we tore each other’s clothes off, and as soon as we hit the bed, I was plunging my cock in and out of her pussy and grinding my pelvis into hers. Our love juices bathed my prick and her reddish pubic hair. She squeezed my shaft with her inner muscles and brought herself to orgasm, which in turn made me lose the load that had been gathering in me since we sat down to dinner—with her panties still on the dresser.
The next day Corinne surprised me by donning a string bikini I had bought for her. It provided a generous view of her firm tits and tight ass. I told her she would definitely attract attention.
“That’s the idea, silly,” she said. “Now let’s go check out that whirlpool!” She playfully threw me a beach towel. I changed quickly into my trunks and followed her, not knowing what to expect!
I noticed a new liberated Corinne, swaying her hips and sticking out her chest for all to see. Her bikini displayed more of her assets than it hid, and sure enough, all the men stared at her as we strode by. I beamed as I finally lived out my fantasy of showing off her body.
When we got to the pool area, we snagged a couple of empty chaises at the far end and positioned them to face the pool, then lay down on our towels to bronze ourselves in the sun. After a bit Corinne rolled over, sat up and began to untie her bikini top, exposing her firm 36C breasts to the world. Then she threw the top aside, handed me the suntan lotion and asked me to apply it.
“Don’t want my sensitive nipples to burn,” she said.
I complimented Corinne on her newfound boldness. “Pretty daring for a woman who never left the house without a bra before,” I said.
“Well,” she said, “when in Rome and all that. Besides, you always wanted me to show off my body!”
I nodded my approval.
After a while Corinne suggested we take a dip in the pool. She got up and strode over to the deep end and quickly dove in, still topless. I followed suit, and we met in the middle of the pool. The water was freezing, so she soon suggested we go use the whirlpool, where we sank gratefully into the warm, swirling water. Soon we were horsing around, caressing each other into a state of arousal.
We hadn’t noticed that another couple had come to take advantage of the tub’s warmth. “Excuse us,” said this beautiful Oriental gal. “Mind if we join you?”
“Not at all,” we both said.
They introduced themselves as Shira and Charlie. “The water in that pool sure is cold!” said Shira as she strolled down the steps and into the warm tub. Charlie followed her and took a position opposite her on the tub’s far wall. We chatted awhile and became friends. Corinne suggested we get some drinks to toast our friendship. Charlie and Shira headed for the pool bar to do the honors.
“I noticed you looking pretty hard there at Charlie,” I said to Corinne.
“What’s not to look at?” she said. This was quite true. Charlie was of island descent, and his muscular body rippled against his white thong swim trunks.
“Besides,” she said, “did you see that bulge in the front of his suit?”
In fact, I could hardly have missed her staring at his crotch as he walked down the steps into the tub.
“And what about Shira?” said Corinne. “I saw you get an eyeful of that body.”
Also quite true. Shira’s long black hair flowed down to her tight ass. She was built pretty much like Corinne, though maybe a bit bustier. She was wearing a unique bikini. The top was a pair of gold clamshells with some beads, held up by black strings. Her breasts bulged out either side of the shells like honeydew melons waiting to be picked. The bottom was some sort of transparent gauzy thong held together by a cute little bow on each hip. I thought I glimpsed black pubic hairs sticking out.
Corinne and I talked quickly about how far we should take our new sexual horizons. We agreed to see what would happen, agreeing that we loved each other enough to make anything work out. Soon Shira and Charlie reappeared with a tray with four glasses and a pitcher of a concoction called “Bahama Mamas.”
“It’s an island specialty,” said Charlie.
With a couple of rounds in us, we were feeling no pain. The tub had been filling up, though, so one of the girls said, “Why don’t we take this party someplace else?”
“Sure,” I said, “but where?”
“We could go down to the nude beach,” Charlie said.
“Sounds good to us!” the girls said in unison.
So we gathered up our things and followed Charlie down the trail to the beach, until we came to a gated fence that separated the regular beach from the nude one. A big sign on the gate said: “clothing optional.”
I pulled Corinne aside and asked if she really wanted to go through with this. “Sure,” she said, “we’ve got nothing to lose except our inhibitions!” And with that she ran past the gate and onto the beach.
As we walked to a more secluded part of the clothing-optional beach, I noticed people of all shapes and sizes lying about or frolicking in the water, seeming not to have a care in the world.
“Maybe I really can do this,” I thought.
We got to our spot and laid our beach towels down. Charlie piped up. “Who’s up for a swim?” he said. Then he peeled off his thong to reveal a cock about seven inches long and as thick as a summer sausage.
“I’m in!” cried Corinne, stepping out of her bikini bottom and throwing it playfully at me. She ran down to the water with Charlie, her boobs bouncing deliciously. I stood in silence watching as they ran into the crystal-blue water. After immersing herself completely, Corinne stood up and ran her hands through her wet hair. The midday sun accented her erect nipples and her lush curves and hollows.
Charlie broke the image by diving at her, just missing her. Laughing, she jumped on top of him, and they wrestled in the water. He put his strong arms underneath her and tossed her up in the air, screaming and laughing. As she splashed down, he caught her, then lifted her shoulders out of the water and kissed her on the lips.
She pretended to try to escape, but he caught her again and pulled her against him and kissed her again, even deeper this time. I saw his hands roaming, and was sure he was fondling her pussy. His mouth was all over her nipples, sucking at them as he could.
Corinne wrapped her arms around Charlie’s neck and threw her head back, gasping, “Put it in, please! I want it inside me!”
He responded by lowering her onto his shaft, then beginning to fuck her right there in the water with long, slow strokes. My spell of watching my wife get fucked was broken when I felt Shira pressing her nakedness against my back. “Come on,” she said. “Get naked!”
I turned around to look at her. Her Oriental features were stunning—the long black hair, the full lips and the darkest brown eyes I had ever seen, all helping to accent the curves of her breasts and her small but prominent nipples. Looking down, I saw a wisp of pubic hair leading from above her vagina lips up to where her bikini line would be.
Shira wasn’t the least bit shy about her nudity. She reached over and helped me tug off my trunks. Then she laid me back down on the beach towel and started to rub my hardening dick. She bent down and licked up and down my cock. Her hands cupped and fondled my balls as she bathed my prick with saliva. Then she inserted her index finger in my ass. This was too much. I unloaded my spunk down her throat, and she took it without spilling a drop!
We turned ourselves then into 69 position, and I began to lick at the gentle folds of her perfumed flower. I savored the jasmine taste for what seemed like a few minutes before Shira had me hard again. She turned around, lic
ked her juices from my face and impaled my cock with her wet pussy.
We quickly fell into a rapid, intense in-and-out motion. Our bodies twisted, and our backs arched in slow motion. Soon Shira’s breath began coming in quick gasps, progressing from short moans to a piercing scream of “I’m coming.” Our bodies twisted and spasmed together, and Shira kept yelling, “Harder, harder!” until the two of us climaxed together.
Shira and I lay content, our arms and legs tangled together. As the sun started to set, we walked down to the water to wash the sand and sex off our bodies.
From there we saw Corinne and Charlie up the beach a ways. She was lying on the sand by the water’s edge with her knees drawn up, and he was on top of her, plunging his huge cock deep in her dripping pussy. He was going at a slow, methodical pace. She had her legs wrapped high around his waist and cried out with pleasure. The tide came crashing in on them as they climaxed.
Shira yelled at them that it was time to go. We all gathered our stuff and reluctantly put our clothes back on. We basked in the afterglow of all that had just happened. Then we walked slowly back up the beach and up the path to our villas. Not wanting the day to end, we made a date to meet our friends outside the lobby in two hours—to “make a night” of our last night at the resort.
The two hours left Corinne and me ample time to freshen up in our villa. We discussed the events of the afternoon in a hot bath.
“Are you really okay with all of this?” she asked me.
I smiled at her as she slid her pussy down on my hard cock. “Yes,” I said, “I’m okay with all of it if you are.”
She began to lower and lift herself slowly on my shaft. “I love you,” I said. “You are the most wonderful, sexy woman I ever dreamed of.” She looked in my eyes and pulled my face to hers for a passionate kiss. We made love slowly and sensually until I groaned and added my load to Charlie’s.
When we finished cleaning up, Corinne began to dress for our evening out. She wore the same wispy sundress that had started all of our new adventures, purposely leaving the top couple of buttons unfastened. This showed off the tops of her breasts nicely.
As Corinne moved around getting ready, I noticed what looked like the outline of a thong garment. I said, “Are you wearing a thong?”
“Why yes,” she said, “I am.” She lifted the bottom of her willowy dress, exposing a wispy black lacy thing that barely covered her pubic-mound area. I could see the outline of her pussy lips. She gave a few quick tugs on the strings to raise the thong on her hips, which in turn caused the material to cut deeper into her crack.
“Do you like it?” she asked, spinning around to give me the full effect.
“Wow,” I said, “you look unbelievable.”
She said thanks and gave me a quick peck on the lips. She said Shira had given it to her when they were walking back on the beach.
I started to play with Corinne’s pussy through the lace of her thong. “C’mon, let’s go!” she said, brushing off my advances.
She straightened herself up, and we headed to the lobby to meet Shira and Charlie. When we did, Charlie and I commented on how lovely the ladies looked in their skimpy attire. Shira was now wearing a short, tight, lacy black skirt that barely contained her tight ass and her taut legs. Above it she wore a zebra-striped tube top that perfectly outlined the curves of her breasts and her prominent nipples.
We hopped in Charlie’s Jeep and headed down the highway. After a few miles he turned down what looked like a deserted dirt road. We went a couple more miles and came to a sandy clearing, where a bunch of cars were parked. In the distance we heard the sound of salsa music filling the air. We all looked at Charlie.
“A favorite hangout of the locals,” he said with a smile. We followed him inside, feeling the stares of the islanders as we walked by.
Just then Charlie cried out, “Juan!” A large, muscular man looked up from behind the bar.
“Charlie, what brings you here?” Juan shouted.
Charlie yelled back, “Just wanted my friends to see some local places where they can shake their mojo!”
Juan nodded. “Oh yeah, we got plenty of mojo here!”
We all relaxed a bit. Charlie ordered a round of the house special. We watched Juan dump shots of all different alcoholic beverages in a blender, then some ice. What came out was a pretty potent concoction.
“What’s it called?” said one of the girls.
“A leg-splitter,” Juan said. The girls asked why it was called that. He looked at us guys, then at the girls. “Too many of these,” he said, “and your legs will never close.”
We each pounded down a couple of rounds, and soon we were all feeling no pain. As we ordered a third round, Corinne asked Juan why there were so many pairs of ladies’ panties hanging up behind the bar.
He smiled and held up a glass. “Too many of these,” he said, “and the ladies just seem to give them to me.”
Corinne smiled.
After we finished that round, the girls went to get the next round. Charlie and I were talking when we heard a commotion. We looked up to see Corinne and Shira up on the bar strutting their stuff to the beat of the music. The locals were moving up closer for a better view when Juan changed the beat to a slow, grinding number.
The locals began to chant, “Skin! Skin! Skin!” And Shira and Corinne seemed to thoroughly enjoy the reaction they were getting.
Corinne started to unbutton her dress, exposing her erect nipples rising from her well-rounded boobs. She cupped them and squeezed them together, then slowly undid the rest of the buttons of her dress. Finally she whipped the dress off, leaving her topless, with nothing on but the black lacy thong.
I turned my attention to Shira just in time to see her throw her skirt to the crowd. She started to finger her clit to the beat of the music.
My trance was broken by the renewed lewd chanting of “Skin! Skin! Skin!” I turned to see Corinne step up and out of her thong. She held it high above her head like a championship boxer would with his belt. Then she flung it at Juan. He held it to his face and inhaled deeply the musky scent of her crotch.
The locals erupted. Juan then hooked the thong up on a hook high over the bar—another trophy for his collection. Corinne motioned for him to come over. She grabbed the back of his head and ground her naked pubic mound in his face. The crowd cheered them on! Juan lapped eagerly at her dripping cunt.
Meanwhile Shira had also disrobed completely, and had hung her zebra-striped tube top on a nail for everyone to see. Then she ran her hands all over her body as she swayed to the music.
Charlie and I looked at each other. “The natives are getting restless,” I said. “We better get the girls out of here before we have a riot!”
We sprang into action, grabbing our ladies off the bar and heading for the door. The locals were still shouting as we reached the Jeep and sped away. Back at the resort, the ladies were too wiped and blotto to do anything but go to bed.
The next day Corinne and I flew home. Back home, I was astonished by the change in her. She threw away her old boring bras and panties and instead wore thongs and sexy lingerie. She even started going out to the pool totally naked, with no way of covering herself up if she’s seen.
Our relationship has changed too. We know now that we can share each other, and how good it can be. We are now planning our next trip to the Caribbean, when we hope to meet up with more people like Shira and Charlie, and again test our sexual horizons!
—N.C., Danville, Virginia
WHILE MAKING OUT IN THEIR JACUZZI THEY RECEIVED A SURPRISE VISITOR
My wife Moira often invites coworkers from out-of-town branches of her company to stay at our house when they’re in the city, in order to save company expenses. Last Thursday we were expecting an executive named Carl, who was coming to town for a conference, to arrive around noon, but that morning he phoned Moira to say that he wouldn’t be in until late evening, as he had a dinner appointment with a CEO. Carl is in his late twenties or
early thirties, and recently divorced. I’m sure that women find him attractive, as he is tall and solidly built.
As our daughter was staying with friends that night, I suggested a relaxing hour or so in our Jacuzzi before dinner. Moira always wears a one-piece swimsuit in the tub, even though none of the neighbors can really see her, the patio being surrounded by trees and shrubs. I usually just wrap a towel around me and drop it as I enter the tub, not really caring if anyone is watching. With that layout, a voyeur would need to work so hard to see anything that I figure he’d deserve some kind of a view.
I love the Jacuzzi, especially the feeling of the water jets. My body gets a full massage, including my dick and balls. Often I think of the jets as a tongue running over my shaft, and I close my eyes and imagine I am in Moira’s mouth—though actually she does not like giving blowjobs. I always get hard with that wonderful vision in my mind, and if she’s not in the spa with me I often let the jets bring me to an intense orgasm.
Once in a while Moira will relax to the point where she’ll let me run my hands over her body. The combination of the warm jets and my probing fingers gets her juices flowing freely. On a couple of rare occasions she’s let me pull off her suit and mount her. There’s no better feeling in the world than having sex in the outdoors.
On this particular afternoon, with the house empty and Moira having imbibed several glasses of wine, she allowed me to pull her swimsuit down to uncover her large breasts. I kissed her mouth while stroking them and tweaking her nipples. To my delight, I felt her hand drop to my lap to grab my stiffening cock.
After a few minutes she stood up so that I could watch her pull her swimsuit completely off. As she stepped out of it, I tossed it up onto the wooden deck behind me. My fingers probed her pussy, which was flowing with her juices, and she pushed down on my hand to increase the depth of my finger-fuck. Moira may be more inhibited than I am, but her body was built for sex—large breasts, shapely hips, killer legs and a perfect butt. She doesn’t trim her bush, so the brown hair there is thick and sexy. And her pussy is delicious. I could come just from licking and kissing between her legs.
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