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Day At The Beach”Aw, come on…”, she begged, in her very own style. If Corinna didn’tget what she wanted, she used all her physical attributes to drive mecrazy. Licking her pouting lips and twinkling her eyes broughtattention to her beautiful blue eyes and her sensuous mouth. Curlyblack hair framed her fine face.However, her body was quite a contrast to her aristocratic anddelicately chiseled features. To be honest, a model agency would neverhave hired my wife. Her breasts were exorbitantly large, and even at23 years old they were “heavy hangers”, almost touching her bellybutton, and quite voluminous. The same held true for with her butt,which was by far too large for a modeling career even though it wasvery firm from regular riding. To summarize, her body had a somewhatnegroid shape.But let’s get back to the story: It was hot last year and the summershowed its best side. My wife and I are from the northern part ofGermany and not blessed with too many sunny days. Due to problems Ihad at my job, we could not take holidays last year in sunny southernEurope. Therefore, Corinna insisted that we make at least one shorttrip to the sea in Germany. I agreed, but she proposed to go to acertain beach were nudism was mandatory.Personally, I am a fan of nudist beaches; they are usually muchcleaner and not as overcrowded as normal beaches. Before marryingCorinna, I was a regular visitor at such beaches, and never as avoyeur! Since she originally belonged to the species of shy wives,her proposal was quite surprising to me. We have now been married forfive years, and I spent at least the first three defrosting hersexually. I still had some problems: for example, convincing her tomake photos when we are fucking, which is a hobby of mine, or to use asmall dildo up her ass while I was screwing her vagina. But even ifwe ended up at the regular bikini beach because she might change hermind at the last minutes, at least she had a good idea.”…Aw, okay. Let’s go, Babe”, I articulated my last thoughts andpacked some stuff for the trip. After three hours of driving on thejammed Autobahn and a further two hours finding a parking lot, wearrived.I grabbed the heavy, packed, insulated lunch bag and some morenecessities and walked straight towards the nudist beach. As I hadexpected, my wife began to make some bitchy comments about the peoplein front of us, indicating that she now changed her mind. I was fed upwith her everchanging moods, and said, “That’s enough. I will drivehome instantly if you do not pull yourself together….this isridiculous….always the same….”Then I cooled down and reasured her. “Look baby, everyone is busywith themselves. Nobody will look at us or will make embarrassingcomments”In the end I convinced her that her sudden resentment wasmisplaced. However, she still pouted while lying naked on her bellyand browsing through a recent issue of Cosmo.I didn’t care. The cooler was stuffed with my favorite beer, and Idowned the first few cans without hesitation. We were sitting in thecenter of a dune slack. The sand wall around us was approximately tento twenty feet tall, so we were isolated from the rest of thebeach. The slack had enough room for us and a handful of neighbors,mostly retirees, young families with k**s, and two or three singles.Because of the ‘decent neighborhood’ Corinna became morecourageous. She rose and sat cross-legged in front of me.”It’s nice here. Would you please hand me a beer?”Her mood seemed to improve. I gave her a can and smiled to myself:Another two beers and Corinna would behave as though she has alwaysbeen a nudist.”Why are you wearing such a foolish grin?”, she asked.”Aw, nothing”, I answered and peeked between her firm legs, whichframed her labiae. Before we went to the beach she had trimmed herblack bush to a small strip that barely covered her outer lips. Sheassumed that the shave was the reason for my grinning and asked canlı bahis siteleri meagain a little bit timidly if I didn’t like it. “Babe, I likeeverything about you”, and I meant what I said. I loved her from thevery beginning, and her physical appearance still gives me a hard-onafter all these years of routine. She was a dream-girl, and not onlyto me. After sitting there for quite a while I discovered that thedecent family men were also connoisseurs, looking secretly from behindtheir newspapers at her firm butt and her big, natural tits.At about four o’ clock in the afternoon our neighborhood thinnedout. The sun was still intense, but now we could lie there withoutsunshade. After the fifth beer, I had to visit the restroom which wasa few hundred yards outside our dune slack. When I came back, therewere only only two, obviously gay, fellows near our camp. Both wereseamlessly tanned and in excellent shape. They were lying on theirbellies and had a hand on each others’ ass crack. I passed them andrealized that they had started a conversation with Corinna.”Hey, there he is…”Corinna pointed at me. Both guys, in their mid twenties, gave me afriendly nod. Corinna finished her third can (of German beer, which istwice as strong as American beer) and opened up her next one.”Would you like a beer?””Yes, thank you” said the taller one. He stood up and displayed hisathletic body. Not without envy, I saw that his member was exorbitantin size even when limp. He came over, and Corinna kneeled in front ofthe cooler. She gave us a lewd view as she bent over the box. Herfirm cheeks lifted and partially exposed her slit. Her heavy tits wereswinging and touching the sand. The large nipples left small pits.”Why don’t you guys come over here?”Corinna was in full cry. She wasn’t used to alcohol, and the hightemperatures were increasing her tipsiness. The smaller guy now cameover also. They introduced themselves as Stefan and Thorsten. Stefan,the smaller one, was an open and humorous guy; he conquered Corinnaafter a few minutes of small talk. He was completely shaved except forthe flaxen hair on his head. His nipples were pierced and his average-sized, uncircumcized dick was flanked by large testicles.We all sat cross-legged, talking and joking while drinking the rest ofour beer. By six, the sun had settled behind the dunes, our beerreservoir was gone, and Stefan had gone over to their spot to get abottle of red wine which they had brought. Without any second thoughtwe drank it directly out of the bottle. Thorsten and I discovered thata few years before we had worked in the same software company. Stefanand Corinna talked about the recent news from the gutter press. It wasquite a nice atmosphere.Some time later Corinna stood up, obviously with some difficulty,excused herself, and moved maybe three yards away from us. Shesquatted and peed out a large stream. I was quite loaded but stillembarrassed about her behavior. Corinna’s glassy-eyed look excused hera little bit, but I felt that such an intimate exercise should not beperformed in front of strangers — especially when exposing herpissing snatch directly to our view.”Corinna, please…”, I shouted. Stefan stood up also, likewiseunstable on his feet, and walked to Corinna.”It’s OK Corinna. You don’t have to be ashamed”, he shouted insolidarity. He squatted beside her and pissed provocatively in ourdirection.Corinna giggled and nudged him. Light-headed as he was, Stefan waseasily brought out of balance and fell awkwardly on his side. We couldsee that he was completely depilated; even his sack and his anus werenaked. Corinna glanced at his crotch.”Doesn’t that itch?”, Corinna asked, avowedly still peeing.”No, not as long as you shave it daily””You shave your testicles every day? But that must take a lot of time”asked Corinna naively.”It simply feels good!” answered Thorsten, instead of Stefan, andwinked tipobet at Corinna. Finally Corinna stopped peeing. She had created asmall puddle in the sand in front of her. She turned around andcarefully fondled Stefan’s pubic bone while he remained on the ground.”Naw, this is not very smooth”, she said.”Sure it is”, answered Stefan, and took her hand and rubbed it againsthis large sack.”Yeah, right, here it is very smooth” she responded.Now I understood. In her dizzy mind she was trying to find a cover forgetting laid by Stefan. Stefan, on the other hand, was not as gay as Ihad assumed, and very slowly his dick swelled. The big glans slippedfrom his foreskin.”Oops, sorry”, Corinna smiled. “How embarrassing…’, lied Stefan. “It’s OK, Stefan. You don’t have to be ashamed”, answered Corinna. Welaughed, but some strange -but not uncomfortable- atmosphere wasdeveloping. Corinna looked at me. Her delicate face was reddened bythe sun, the alcohol, and her excitement. It seemed like she wantedabsolution from me for her intentions. I was insecure; group sex? Ihad fantasized about it before but we never had talked about it… Iagreed, as I never would have when I was sober. I nodded to her as asign of my acceptance. From the corner of my eye I could see that samenon-verbal correspondence between Stefan and Thorsten. ObviouslyStefan received his absolution also and taunted:”You use a machete to deal with your bush, don’t you?”, he exaggeratedand softly touched the strip of hair at Corinna’s pubic bone. Sheclosed her eyes, her body trembling slightly.Stefan became more casual and ran his fingers down to her largelabiae. Without further comment she took his fully erect penis in hersmall hand and wanked him slowly. Her fingers barely embraced hisshaft and pulled back the foreskin from his large fleshy pinkglans. From where I was I could see perfectly that her cunt was verywet, certainly not only from peeing. She now sat again cross-leggedand gave Thorsten and me an optimal view of her snatch.As I turned around to see Thorsten’s reaction, I lost my firstimpression that both guys were completely gay. Thorsten’s tool wasfully extended and about 11 inches long. I looked down to my crotchand admitted to myself that despite my erection I could not competewith either of them in size. Thorsten stood up and settled right infront my wife’s face. Corinna’s eyes widened as she realized whatThorsten has offering her. She grabbed his rod with her free hand andbegan stroking it in the same tempo as Stefan’s dick. My hope was thatThorsten would surrender to his “natural” desires and hump Stefanafter being stimulated by Corinna. Then it would be my turn. ButCorinna took the initiative and turned around, offering Thorsten herdelicate slit from behind. Thorsten did not hesitate a second; hesoftly drilled his enormous organ into her steamy cunt. When hepulled it out I could see that it was covered with her fuck fluids,indicating her excitement. She still wanked Stefan’s tool and led itsoftly to her lewdly opened lips. The gigantic glans required her touse great skill to place it in her small mouth.Stefan rolled his eyes. He sighed when Corinna used her free hand (sheleaned on the other one) and fingered his heavy sack and his asshole.I sat still in front of the ‘menage a trois’ and watched the show. Itlooked like a porn production. Except for her butt and her tits,Corinna has a rather slim body, and both men were well-groomed,handsome guys. My wife a porn slut! What a difference a day makes, Ithought.Thorsten’s impressing physiology was betrayed by his rather averagestamina. After less then five minutes of slow pumping, he breathedheavily and dropped down on Corinna’s back. Corinna’s bodylanguage show her displeasure. In a frenzy, she drove her butt back againsthis body. “I need a break”, Thorsten sighed, kneeling behind Corinna. Slowly hepulled out his rather limp tipobet giriş cucumber. Corinna tried to grab his dickfrom beneath but could not hold his slippery tool between hermanicured fingers. Thorsten simply let himself fall backward andpanted, lying in the sand.Still having the eight-ball glans in her mouth, she looked at me,signaling that I should finish Thorsten’s work. I liked her dominantway when fucking. I placed myself behind her and slipped easily in herstill widened and dripping pussy. One jerk and I had pushed my cock tothe hilt into her fragrant cunt. Corinna was afraid of missing herorgasm and used her free hand now to rub her clit. Thorsten was quitea gentleman and moved his head under her pelvis and licked herprotruding magic button. However, Thorsten’s position alarmed me as hemust have had a perfect sight of my genitals; as if by chance, hetouched my balls from below. Corinna took advantage of his positionand grabbed his limp rod and sucked it instead of Stefan’s. Corinnawas a big fan of oral sex and quite a pro. She was apparently evencapable of leading a fastidious faggot back to the path ofvirtue. Thorsten’s member was swelling again.As Thorsten laid sidewise, Stefan pushed himself under Corinna andbanished Thorsten from Corinna’s steamy cunt. He shoved his organ inher still widened opening, which I had hoped to reserve formyself. There was no question that Corinna’s juices were enough forboth of us, but as a straight guy I felt rather uncomfortable. Withouta struggle, I withdrew my cock and looked for alternatives. Only hersnapping asshole remained. She liked being stimulated anally, but inseveral ‘experiments’ she had found out that penetration was toopainful for her (except for small dildos) and therefore rejectedit. Anyway, after considering her level of excitement, I decided thatit was the right time to have another try.Thorsten’s cock filled her mouth and he held her head between hishands, so she could only grunt in discontent as I shoved my glans intoher tight sphincter. Even though my dick was small and well-greased,it was a hard job for me — and of course for her. The solution to theproblem stood right beside me: I grabbed the suntan lotion (Corinnaused a tanning oil, not a sun screen) and squirted it on myshaft. After a few careful movements I slid into her anussmoothly. Through the thin membrane I felt Stefan, and weautomatically coordinated our rhythms. I was surprised that evenwithout an enema she was clean enough to fuck her this way.Corinna relaxed and bucked to the tempo of our thrusts. It wasfantastic. From time to time I had to refresh the lubricant. Corinnagrunted unusually loudly and obviously enjoyed our efforts. I grabbedher slim waist with both hands and could see her big firm buttocksslapping at my groin. As I looked down sideways, I could see thatStefan pressed together Corinna’s boobies and licked her large nipplessimultaneously. She began increasing the pace, and Stefan and me triedto keep up. The speed was furious and our bodies were covered withsweat.I knew she had reached climax when her sphincter contracted and shejerked like a donkey. She withdrew Thorsten’s cock from her mouth andmoaned loudly. Almost roughly she continued wanking Thorsten’s rodnon-rhythmically. Thorsten did not care; while panting heavily hesquirted almost instantly in her ecstatic face. I could not holdmyself back and shot load after load into the depth of her asshole.Stefan also had only a few thrusts to go and moaned loudly as hecame. I thought I even could feel the jets of streaming sperm throughthe membrane that separated our dicks.We rolled off Corinna’s body. She collapsed, totally exhausted, with alewd smile on her face. From her body openings flew small rivers ofour juices. While snoozing I spied two voyeurs at the peak of onedune. Too fatigued from exhaustion and satisfaction, I did not care…Epilog- Driving home we did not talk too much. One day later we had agood and open discussion about what happened and what kind ofconsequences we wanted to follow. We ended with a plan for the nextweekend… of course we will visit our new friends… at the beach.

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