That night, Sonia straddled Rohan on the couch, her white camisole hiked up, her breasts spilling out, clit glistening with cum from the day’s dares. She recounted the train, the park, the stairwell, every thrust, every drop of cum, her voice dripping with lust. Rohan licked her clean, his tongue swirling over her clit, then fucked her hard, her moans echoing, the kids asleep, the neighbors unaware, her craving endless.
The next morning was thick with anticipation as Sonia packed for a three-day family trip to a coastal resort town, a brief escape from their city life. The kids, Arjun and Nia, bounced around the living room, excited for beaches and ice cream, their acceptance of their mother’s nudist ways as unshakable as ever. Sonia stood before her mirror, slipping into her only allowed garment for the trip: a white camisole, its sheer cotton so thin it clung to her 34DD breasts, nipples pressing hard against the fabric, the sleeveless armholes gaping to reveal the full side curves of her breasts, nearly popping out with every move. The hem ended at her ass cheeks, leaving her bare below, her vaginal hair trimmed into a sharp arrow pointing to her swollen, visible clitoris, glistening with her constant arousal. No bra or panties, no other clothes—Rohan’s rule for the trip.
Rohan leaned against the bedroom door, his 34-year-old frame tense with arousal, jeans already tight. “Three days, Sonia,” he said, his voice rough. “Four or five guys a day. Fuck them wherever you can—beach, hotel, rest stops. Don’t clean up after. I want their cum on your face, your pussy, everywhere. I’ll lick you clean each night before I fuck you.” His eyes burned, the cuckold fantasy consuming him.
Sonia’s core clenched, her clit throbbing at the depravity. She straddled him, the camisole riding up to expose her bare ass and pussy, her breasts spilling out through the armholes, nipples grazing his chest. “You want me dripping with strangers’ cum,” she whispered, grinding against him, her clit slick against his thigh. “I’ll make you taste every one.”
Arjun burst in, Nia trailing. “Mom, you’re naked again!” Nia giggled, unfazed by the camisole’s exposure, her clit visible as she stood. Arjun grinned, “Mom’s always like that.” Sonia laughed, tugging the hem down, though it barely covered her. “Ready for the beach, kids?” she asked, ruffling their hair, her heart pounding at the audacity of wearing just the camisole for the entire trip.
Day 1: The Beach and the Rest Stop
The family arrived at the resort town by noon, the coastal air warm and salty. The beach was crowded with tourists, families, and vendors. Sonia’s white camisole was a scandal, the sheer fabric clinging to her 34DD breasts, nipples hard and obvious, the hem riding up to flash her bare ass and pussy with every step, her arrow of hair pointing to her glistening clit. Rohan walked beside her, pushing the kids’ beach bags, his eyes scanning for her first targets, his arousal hidden behind sunglasses.
Sonia wandered to a juice stall, the kids playing nearby with buckets and shovels, unfazed by her attire. “Mom’s showing off,” Arjun whispered to Nia, who nodded, giggling. Sonia leaned over the stall counter, the camisole gaping to reveal her breasts’ side curves, nearly popping out, her clit visible as she spread her legs slightly. Two vendors, both in their mid-20s, stared, their hands fumbling with cups. “Thirsty?” one asked, his voice thick, eyes locked on her pussy.