Beach Fun

As I watched my beautiful wife sucking on the large, stiff cock of the stranger we had just met, I was chuckling to myself about how we had actually arrived in this interesting situation. Before the summer we had both been pretty exhausted by work, and other issues, and my wife, Ann, in particular had been really down. Just how down we had been was evidenced by the fact we had not even got around to booking a trip away anywhere for our summer holiday. We had previously holidayed a number of times to Ibiza, where the hedonism of the clubs contrasted brilliantly with chilling out on the nudist beaches and enjoying the company of friends. This time though, we did not feel much in the way of party energy and a quieter break seemed in order. I guess we reverted to the trusty fallback of simply loading up the car with camping gear and booking a last minute ferry berth across the Channel. Arriving in France, we armed ourselves with an updated roadmap and discovered to our surprise a completely new Autoroute to those we had previously used; best of all, large chunks of it were toll-free. To cut a long story short we ended up arriving at the Mediterranean coast not far from Montpellier, not knowing anything about this part of France at all. After trawling along the coast in search of a reasonable, but cheap, campsite, we fetched up near Narbonne at a very pleasant site between the Clape woodlands and the sea. Well, it did not take long before we sniffed out a great beach to visit. Adjacent to a naturist village, the beach had miles of golden sand, backed in places by grassy dunes which sported a number of driftwood-built nooks. Relaxing from the proceeding bout of work and the journey down, we slowly settled into the warm, sexy atmosphere of our beach; quietly admiring the naked bodies dotted along the shoreline. This continued for a few days until some measure of tan, and confidence, had been achieved. We were still slightly taken aback when we were approached by a muscular guy who was up for chatting to us, even though it became clear his English and our French were equally poor. We did glean that he was a rugby-playing jet skier, who loved the beaches, as evidenced by his all-over tan and pretty impressive physique. I should mention at this point that not only was Dominic very muscular, he was also pretty well endowed and had the confidence of one who knows it. As he crouched next to us, or perched on the large lump of driftwood that comprised our shelter from the breeze, it was difficult to avoid staring at his perfectly waxed and meaty cock as it swung about in time with his Gallic gestures. Ann's eyes were certainly firmly fixed on it and her conspiratorial glances at me were making my own cock start to harden. Although I could not see quite what was happening at the time, Ann later told me that she could not resist slowly sliding her hand towards her pussy and gently caressing her pussy lips in a way that was sensual rather than lewd. Gently pulling the little silver ring in her clit hood was starting to really add to the rudeness of the moment. Had she not been so turned on by the erotic situation, she would have been more embarrassed by the thin trail of juices that were starting to run down her thigh, but as it was she had passed the point of caring. When Ann stood up to nip behind one of the dunes for a wee, Dominic took the opportunity to talk to me about waxing verses shaving. Not being into the pain of waxing, I keep my cock and balls neatly shaved, with well-trimmed pubes. Dominic was telling me that I should wax instead, and getting me to feel the smoothness of his lower abdomen. When Ann returned, I had decided to move things along a little bit and suggested she feel how shiny his nether region was after being waxed. She looked at me, wondering just how far this might go, but we were both up for anything that might happen; after all we both needed cheering up and we were in holiday! Her soft hand rubbed over his groin and onto his smooth cock; that certainly caused a reaction, and his already large shaft started to fill out and lengthen. My own cock and balls were tingling so much I thought they would catch fire - it was the most erotic situation I had ever been in; even more so than the previous year when we had fucked while being watched by a guy on Cavellet beach. After a couple of minutes fondling, both Dominic and I had cocks that were as rigid as they could possibly be, and both Ann and I were practically bursting with lust. Dominic slowly ran his fingers up Ann's leg and started to play with her lovely pink pussy lips, revelling in the juices and spreading them up to her clit, which he softly rubbed. Just before we all exploded with desire, Dominic suggested that we find somewhere a little less exposed to the rest of the beach and where we could get more intimate. As we gathered up our towels and beach bags, Dominic turned to me and asked what we wanted to do. Given the erect cocks we were both sporting, this nearly made me burst out laughing, but I managed to look him in the eye and suggest that we should both give Ann a good fucking. He might not have understood much English, but he had no difficulty with that particular suggestion. With matching, if slightly nervous, grins we wandered along the each to a great little square of driftwood logs set on the top of a small dune. The dip inside the nest was perfect for naughtiness, without offending the other beach goers, who were not necessarily into unbridled shagging on their beach. We spread the beach wrap out and sat down; there was a moment of awkwardness, quickly banished, before both Dominic and I started to caress Ann. She responded by taking each of our cocks in her hands and started to slowly slide them up and down our shafts. Fortunately she resisted the temptation for any comparisons; I was not in the same size league as Dominic, but fuck, I was still totally enjoying the fun. After a minute or two I suggested that Ann give Dominic a suck, something I know she actually loves doing (as opposed to just going along with it just to keep us blokes quiet), and the sight of her tongue running over the end of his swollen shaft nearly had me coming on the spot. As she slurped on his cock, she glanced up at me and thanked me with her eyes - mind you, I don't know what she was thanking me for, I was having the time of my life watching the proceedings while sliding my fingers in and out of her soaking wet hole. I leaned down and started to suck her stiff little button, while sliding my tongue into and around her slippery pink slit. This had her snorting as the first of many cums shook her body. I took that as a cue and slipped my diamond-hard cock into her welcoming wetness, to be greeted by another judder of her body and more muffled gasps. There would have been a premature and sticky end to my involvement if I had persisted with the fucking for too long, so after a short while I pulled out and indicated for a swap around to the others. Dominic was now sporting a fearsome weapon, and after turning Ann onto her back, and donning a condom, proceeded to slowly enter her beckoning pussy. Each time he pulled out a little I could see her sopping lips stuck to his cock; another orgasm shook her frame and I took the opportunity to slide my throbbing shaft into her mouth. Dominic could not hold out for very long and with a loud gasp filled the protection with his sperm, prompting yet another cum from Ann. He then surprised us both a little I think by suggesting he had to head off, but when he explained that he had some way to get home on his jet ski and dusk was fast approaching, we nodded in understanding. After he had gone, Ann looked at my still rigid cock and suggested that we put it to good use. One sweaty, gasping, erotic crescendo later and we were lying on our backs, laughing at the emerging stars at the fun we had just had. It had certainly wiped away the stress of home and set the tone for further holiday adventures.