A couple accidentally discover a nudist beach

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“That’s a shame. You seem to be a lovely couple. Enjoy the rest of your holiday and I wish you well.”

“Same to you,” I nodded.

“Goodbye, William. It was nice meeting you,” my wife smiled and watched the old fella walk off through the dunes.

“Let’s get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.”

“Wait!” Gemma grabbed my arm. “Let’s stay for a bit longer. He’s gone now.”

“And what if he comes back? Or worse, what if more people come through here?”

“Stop being boring and relax, Tim.” My wife moaned. “We’re on holiday. We’ve accidentally found a naturist beach. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“He caught you sucking me off! God knows how long he was standing there for!”

“I don’t understand you sometimes.” Gemma removed her hand, sulking as she led down on her towel.

“What?” I huffed.

“You fantasise about risky sex outdoors. Having me show off for other men. You even fantasise about me sleeping with other men. Yet you’re bothered about being seen on a nudist beach.”

“That’s fantasy. This is real life.”

“We’re on holiday. Nobody knows us here. Let’s just stay awhile and sunbathe naked.”

“You really want to stay?”

“Yes. You were fine until… Willie came along.” My wife burst out laughing.

“Yeah, I thought you enjoyed that bit,” I chuckled.

“Did you see the size of that thing?” she continued laughing, flat on her back in the corpse pose.

“He should have a license to be allowed to walk around with it hanging out in public. At least he won’t get charged for carrying a concealed weapon.” I laughed while Gemma was hysterical.

“Top me up with some sun lotion,” she said, calming down. “Please can we stay for a little bit longer, Tim,” she creeped. “I’ll finish what I started if you do.”

“Didn’t you hear what Willie said,” I chuckled, emphasising his name.

“Yeah, but he’s gone now. It’s just us again.”

My wife sat up and I knelt behind her, topping her up with sun lotion. Running my hands all over her back, neck and shoulders, I started to become aroused again. Gemma was right. This was the closest I was ever likely to get to my fantasies. So why did I react the complete opposite when Willie showed up?

Because fantasy has no boundaries. I reminded myself. We also control the situation and the people in our fantasies.

As I rubbed deeper, my actions gradually turned into a neck and shoulder massage. Gemma moaned softly, telling me how nice it felt. I then slipped my hands over the front of her shoulders and down her body. Smoothing over her tits, I found her nipples were hard. She gasped when I touched and rolled them gently.

Then, something changed inside me, and my cock hardened. “Lay down so I can do your legs and front.”

My wife grinned and returned to the corpse pose. As I gently rubbed sun lotion into her legs, she grinned and opened them a little wider, flashing me her sweet, shaven cunt. I smirked, sliding my hands up the insides of her thighs before pulling back.

“Uhh,” you tease,” she smiled.

“I’m thinking we should have let Willie stay and do this for you.” I winked.

“You’ve changed your tune,” she smiled again.

“Only because I know you fancied the look of that medieval fighting tool between his legs.” We both laughed.

“That thing is way too big,” Gemma giggled, but her eyes revealed curiosity.

“Perhaps,” I surmised. “But I think you could handle it just fine in your hands and mouth.”

“Stop being a pervert!”

“Open your hands, Gem.”

“What for?”

“I want you to rub sun lotion into your tits while I do your legs.”

My wife grinned and opened her hands out together. I squirted enough for each of her globes before shifting right down her body to start at her feet.

As soon as I put my hands on my wife, I noticed out the corner of my eye, somebody in amongst the sand dune willows to our right. I paused, or rather froze. It wasn’t Willie. It was somebody else. I couldn’t tell if he was a naturist or a textile, but he appeared topless.

“Are you ok?” my wife asked, preparing her hands to apply the sun lotion to her body.

My cock throbbed. “Yes, everything is fine.” I then resumed rubbing and massaging her feet, knowing we had a voyeur standing and watching only a few metres away.

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