Sailors Delight

Sailors Delight

Melissa leaned back against the cushions, stretching her arms above her head and pulling her long red hair off her shoulders. The heat was causing damp patches along her temple and neck, shining in the sun. I smiled at her, enjoying the way her nipples showed through the thin material of her halter, making it plain that her beautiful breasts were not confined by a bra.

We had set sail that morning about 10 o’clock, for a week of sailing and camping. The long anticipated vacation had finally arrived, after frantic last minute preparations- cleanup of the small chores around the house that always precede leaving for a week. Even prepping the boat that morning was fun, though- watching Melissa move around the boat on its trailer, clambering up and down, stretching her cotton shorts around her lovely ass- at times I found it awkward to move around, as the sight of her caused my erection to grow and subside.

We passed through the breakwater with a light breeze coasting us along, navigating the channel and waving to the other boats moving in and out of the harbor. As the traffic around us thinned, we began to relax; chatting casually and giving each other gentle caresses from time to time, as if assuring ourselves that we were really, finally setting out together.

“Hot today, I wish the wind would pick up some,” she sighed, fanning herself.

“Obviously, you’re overdressed” I teased, reaching out and tugging at the knot that tied her halter together, directly between her breasts. “You need to learn not to wear so much excess clothing!” I added.

She laughed, and kicked her sandals off, letting them fall into the cabin and then running her foot along my leg, tickling with her bare toes. “Is that better?” She inquired, with a mischievous twinkle in her beautiful green eyes.

“Sure, but it would be even better with even less” I replied, catching her foot and stroking my hand up her leg toward her shorts. “After all, there is a fair amount of moisture here, too!” as my hand cupped her mons through the soft fabric.
Melissa giggled, and asked me if I wasn’t too warm also, as I still had my t-shirt on. Pulling it off, I dropped it onto the floor, and said: “That’s much better- and I think I’ll lose my sandals, too.” I slipped them off and tossed them into the cabin with Melissa’s.

I didn’t really expect her to follow suit, and lose her top as well, for she had always been a little shy about nudity where others may be able to see (although in our home, with me, she has few inhibitions) but this time she startled me; she reached to her breasts, and oh so slowly untied the knot that joined her halter together. Letting the two halves of material fall to her sides, freeing her tits, showing me the hardness of her pink nipples, with the areola crinkling as the breeze blew over and around them. She looked at me with a grin, gently caressing her nipples with her fingers, as she watched my reaction.

I sighed “Beautiful, babe- you get better looking all the time.” With that, she dropped her arms, letting the shoulder strap of the halter slide down her arms, and tossed the top to me, with the sexiest grin I’d seen in a long time.

I picked up my t-shirt, bundling it together with her halter, telling her: “I love it, sweetie- but we probably wont need these for a while!” With that, I dropped both tops into the cabin.
Melissa chuckled, and leaned back again to stretch her back, thrusting her breasts forward toward me; feeling the sunshine and the breeze on her skin, she sighed with contentment and closed her eyes, basking in the sun. I glanced around, checking that there wasn’t any boat traffic to be concerned with, noting a speedboat that would cross behind us in about a mile, and another sailboat on a converging tack but far enough to not be of concern yet. Sure that no one would hit us (at least not immediately!) I re-focused on my lovely wife.

“Honey, all I can say is that if this keeps up it’ll be the most memorable and best vacation ever. I don’t have words to express how sexy you are.”

“Thanks sweetie,” she murmured, eyes still closed against the bright sun. She swung her legs up onto the seat, shifting sideways to lay her length along the seat opposite where I sat steering. She pulled one leg partially up, which allowed me to admire her slim legs, and peek into her shorts for a glimpse of the sweetness within. I could just see a few stray copper-colored hairs along the edge of the leg opening, making my heartbeat faster. As her eyes were still closed, I could let my stare wander to my hearts content without making her feel self-conscious; and believe me, I did! I have always admired her beauty, but it was rare that I could look for as long as I’d like.

Over the very soft rush of the water around our hull, I was starting to notice the engine noise from the speedboat as we converged. Looking over towards them, I could see that while they would still pass behind us, it would be closer than I had first estimated. I could now tell that there was a couple aboard, a man who looked to be about my age driving with a beautiful brunette sitting next to him.

“Honey, you may want your shirt on- we’re going to be passed pretty close aboard soon, and I know you don’t like to be ogled much.” I warned her somewhat reluctantly, for I have always been thrilled by having others see Melissa’s body, and I was afraid that if she put her halter back on, she’d leave it on, and I was enjoying the view and didn’t want to give it up.
She lifted herself on her elbows enough to see over the seat backs, squinting in the glare to judge for herself how close the other boat would come. “Why? You don’t like me like this anymore? Or, you think that I should be ashamed?” She asked teasingly, once again thrusting her chest up, and then giving a little wriggle that caused her tits to move in a perfectly wonderful manner.

“Who, me? You know I love it- in fact, I’d like you to lose the shorts, too, and give them something even more exciting to look at” I replied with a grin. I fully expected her to blush furiously, and dive for the cover of the cabin before the approaching couple could see that she was topless.
Instead, she gave me an appraising look, as if to judge how serious I was, or how far she dared to go- and then to my astonishment she slipped the loose cotton shorts down her legs and off.

What a beautiful sight- I was instantly aroused even more than before, as she reclined on her elbows along the seat, her flaming red hair and bush contrasting with the white of the cushions and her lovely, hard nipples capping her soft breasts. She looked at my crotch, noting the effect that she had, and then grinned at me. “What do you think of that?” I could tell that she was still nervous, and seeking reassurance that this was indeed ok with me- and in a hurry, too, her eyes were pleading- so if I did want her to cover up, she’d have time before the approaching speedboat could tell that she was nude.

“Love it,” I answered, “You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman on earth- and, the folks in that boat are sure to think so, too!”

“Are you sure it’s okay for them to see me? Nude, I mean?” She asked, again attempting to tease me, as she opened her legs a bit to let me see a hint of pink lips nestled inside her furry nest. “You don’t think they’ll be offended, or that it will bother you if another man is seeing my body?”

“NO!” I exclaimed. “It’s about the most erotic thing I can think of, and it’s turning me on more than you’ll ever be able to understand, to have you laying there naked and open, while they try to see you better- I bet they have the best sex of their lives, after seeing you, ‘cuz they’ll get so turned on.”
The couple in the speedboat was watching our boat, as glances at our courses confirmed. They were angled in such a way that they’d pass diagonally behind us, and draw further ahead and away if they continued the same line. I could see, as I sat steering, what Melissa could not, from her reclining position. The couple had already noticed that she was missing some things, and the man driving had fractionally adjusted his course and speed; I could tell that he wanted to pass closer to our boat than he had been, and to pass us more slowly than before. I could see that they were both trying to see over the cockpit edges and down onto the seat where Melissa lay, without making it obvious to me that they were deliberately looking.

I thought I’d help them out some, and very slowly let the main sail out just a bit more- not enough to catch Melissa’s attention, but enough to slow us even more. It also moved the sail further away from the side of the boat, making the view into the cockpit slightly easier for them. I was thrilled by the thought of this unknown couple seeing my wife nude, enjoying a view that had been reserved for me for the last five years. I also didn’t want to push it to hard, for fear of scaring Melissa off this treat she was giving us- and I knew that it had taken a tremendous amount of talking herself into it, to indulge this fantasy of mine, and I didn’t want it to end too soon.
Looking over at the couple again, I guessed that they had determined that Melissa was indeed nude, by the rather startled expressions and the animated looking discussion between them.
“Honey, can you see them? They are watching you, they’ve figured out that you’re naked. It’s turning me on, seeing them look at you, as I watch you, too.” I asked her, “Will you put one foot down to the cockpit sole? That would be incredibly thrilling.” I knew that if she did, her crotch would be even more exposed for both my pleasure, and the couple’s; and I love to look at her beautiful red pubic hair, and was especially enjoying it in the sunlight, as it was unusual. I hoped that they could also see the color, and know that my wife is a natural redhead.

Melissa hesitated a moment, gently biting on her lower lip. Then, with a decisive move, she placed her right foot to the sole, and let her knee move to the side. This was even more than I had hoped for, and she said: “Well, why not? If I’ve gone this far, who cares, right? Shall I do this, too?” She asked, as she brought one hand to her tits and started gently caressing herself, feeling and pinching her hard nipples between her fingers.

“Oh, yea, that is great,” I replied. Looking over to the speedboat, I could see the couple watching her; and for the first time, noticed that the man was also shirtless, and his companion was stroking his chest, with her other arm around his waist- or, rubbing his ass, I couldn’t be sure. As I watched, he slipped one hand along the front of her arm, guiding her caresses; and then, he took her hand and placed it onto her own tits, as Melissa was rubbing hers. I could see her toying with her own nipples through what looked like a bikini top, although we were still a little far to see if her nipples were erect as Melissa’s were.

Then, as I watched, he looked directly at me, while saying something to her. She also looked at me, and then turned her head to face him, and nodded “yes”. With that, he moved his hand to her back, and the bikini top covering her tits was loosened, and I could see it fall forward, no longer restraining her breasts. With a shrug, she let the shoulder straps slide down her arms, freeing her tits to the sun and air, and to our gaze as well. She obviously spent a considerable amount of time in the sun or a tanning salon, as there wasn’t a tan line in sight. Her breasts were somewhat larger than Melissa’s, with darker nipples than my wife’s light pink tips, and as the boats slowly grew closer together I could tell that her nipples, too, were perking and hard.

“Oh, wow,” was the first thing that Melissa said, “She’s got a beautiful body. Do you like seeing her tits? Mmmm hmmm, I guess you do!” she chuckled, answering her own question as she reached over and caressed my hard-on through my shorts.

“No more than you like looking at him, babe. By the way, you do know they can see you doing that, honey- you might give ‘em ideas!”

She looked over at the couple again, checking out both of their bare chests, looking back at me. “Honey, would it bother you if I were to tell you that I’m extremely wet and very, very horny right now?” She asked. “Because, if it would bother you for me to tell you that my pussy is soaked, and I really want to have your cock in me, and filling me up, why then I wont tell you that.”
“Always a joker in the crowd,” I laughed. “But, since you can see and feel that I’m also horny, it doesn’t bother me a bit for you to tell me that you’re wet. In fact,” I continued, “I find it very hot that you are getting wet and excited by showing off. You have a gorgeous body, and certainly should never be ashamed of it.”

As the speedboat passed the point of closest approach, we were all four checking each other out- and all four of us were grinning widely, enjoying the sight of strangers’ bodies being exposed for us to see. Just as the speedboat drew even with the bow of our boat, so Melissa and I were looking into their boat from the rear, the woman stood up. Turning to face us, she drew down the cut-off denim shorts she was wearing, and stepped out of them.

What a sight- completely tan, no white lines anywhere, and a neatly trimmed slash of dark curls pointing to her pussy lips. As the boat drew further away, they waved good-bye, as Melissa and I did the same.

“Wonder where they’re heading?” I mused, as Melissa settled back into her cushions, enjoying the sunshine again. “The only thing out this way is the island- Oh, oh- do you think they’re headed to “our” island?”

“Could be,” she speculated, “that they are just out for a joyride. I hope so, I like to have the island to ourselves, it’s much more fun.”

“Well, we’ll know in about an hour, it’s going to take us that long to get there.”

The island isn’t really ours, but we think of it that way. About a mile long, by half mile wide, it’s not very high from the sea. There is no fresh water, but the rains seem to keep it lush enough. With soft sandy beaches, and a protected cove on the inner shore, it makes a nice first-day sail for us. We like to put the boat in the cove, and spend the rest of the day walking, swimming, making love, or just talking without the pressures of everyday life and people around.

I knew that if there were others on the island, even if we had just shared a rather intimate experience as total strangers, the feeling of peace and isolation would not be the same.

For the next hour Melissa continued to lounge nude as I sailed, moving around in ways that would keep me aroused; letting me see her wetness, rubbing and tweaking her nipples. Occasionally she’d slide a hand onto my cock, giving little squeezes and caresses, making sure that I was totally aware of her the entire time I sailed.

As we approached the island and made the turn around the end to sail up the shore to the cove, I was disappointed to see that the sailboat I had noticed earlier had rounded the other end of the island, and was also making for the cove. “Darn it! There’s another boat putting in, we wont be alone,” I said to Melissa.
She stood, looking over the cabin roof to see the boat approaching. “I guess I should get dressed, so I can help moor her. I’ll be out in a minute.” She stepped into the cabin to do so, and emerged in a black tank suit. I was a little disappointed, as I’d hoped she would opt for her bikini, but I knew that she preferred a one-piece for the chores required to set anchors and lay off for an overnight mooring.

“We’ll be first into the cove, it looks like, so we’ll want to set fast- shall I handle the anchors and dive, or will you?” I asked.

“Let me anchor, I can’t wait to wet, It’s so hot today.” She answered.

As she was climbing carefully to the foredeck to prepare the main anchor, I was treated to a lovely view of her ass clenching and bunching and her legs flexing; then as she knelt to open the rope locker, I had a glimpse of lovely cleavage displayed for me. I decided then that there was nothing wrong with tanks, nothing at all.

Entering the cove, I looked north to our favorite anchoring spot, and sure enough it was clear; as I looked to the south, though, I saw that the power boat that had passed us earlier was anchored already, and that our “friends” were already on the beach with a cooler and portable grill. Looking over at Melissa, I could see the flush start on her chest, and slowly rise up until she was blushing intensely. I half expected her to tell me that we should continue further down the coast and find a different overnight spot, but she didn’t say a word, merely continued clearing the anchor lines and laying out the chains. I furled the jib completely, letting our speed diminish and let the mainsail start to luff to control the boat while Melissa dropped anchor. In my peripheral vision I could see the couple on the beach sit up and look our way, their attention caught by the sounds of the flapping sail. The woman was still nude, which was obvious as she reached over to the side, and pulled on a terry beach cover. I would have liked to watch her put it on, but I had to pay attention to the boat.

“Drop!” I called to Melissa, and she let the main anchor into the water, paying out the line. As the boat drew up on her anchor, she cleated the line tight. Then, taking the second anchor and tossing it over, she dropped into the water herself. She swam with the second line, pulling the anchor at an angle to the first. I moved forward and guided the line, and when she had it in position called “That’s good, right there!”

Melissa let the anchor settle to the bottom, than dove after it; It’s our practice to check the set visually whenever practical. I could see her below, the black suit, red hair and white skin showing me clearly where she was moving around. She surfaced for air, slicking her hair back off her face, grinning up at me, “The water feels great, hurry up and drop the main and get in here!”

“So, hurry up and check the main anchor, so I can!” I called back. She rolled over onto her back and began swimming to the main line, watching me as she knew I’d be looking at her; then to give me a treat, she pulled the top line of her suit down under her breasts, which had the effect of lifting her perky tits even more, giving me an unobstructed view. I loved it, and loved the mood she seemed to be in today. It was so much fun when she felt uninhibited enough to show off for me, with others around and able to see her as well.

When she surfaced after checking the main anchor, she swam to the swim ladder mounted at the stern of the boat. Grasping the rungs, she floated there, waiting for me to finish with the sail and join her. I hurriedly rolled the sail and pulled its cover over, then jumped into the water next to the boat.

“About time,” she teased, swimming to me, and pulling me to her. I could feel her still bare nipples rubbing my chest, while we hugged in the water, drifting lightly. I kissed her deeply, pulling her closer to me and sliding my hands down the back of her suit to her lovely ass. I continued to push my hands lower, sliding them inside the suit’s legs, slipping it lower as it bunched around her waist.

“I think I liked the ‘no-kini’ look better than this suit,” I said, attempting to push it completely off.

“Stop it,” she giggled, pushing against my chest.

“Why?” I inquired, “No one can see you, and even if they could, you are gorgeous.”

“What about the people on the beach? They can see us.”

“Yes, but she’s only wearing a robe, and they’ve already seen you anyway.”
Melissa looked in that direction, at the couple on the beach who were standing at the water’s edge, looking our way. When they saw us looking at them, they both waved to get our attention- and called to us to join them.

We looked at each other, and shrugged; since we would be sharing the cove, at least for a while, it seemed rude to not at least say hello, so we began swimming toward them. As we went, Melissa pulled her suit back into position, a bit self-conscious now.

“Hi there. My name is Paul, and this is my wife, Karen.” The man said as we walked up to them.
“Beautiful day, isn’t it? Just right for swimming and picnicking. Will you have a beer?”

“Sure, we’d love one. My name is Melissa, and this is my husband Steve. Nice to meet you, too.” Melissa responded.

Karen turned to the cooler, and pulled cold cans of beer for all of us. As she handed one to me, she held it a second, sliding her hand onto mine, saying, “You have a lovely wife, I enjoyed seeing her.”

Melissa heard, of course, and blushed fiery red, and said “I don’t normally, I mean, we don’t usually..”

“Don’t be embarrassed, please- you were beautiful, and I don’t mind telling you that I found it exciting. That’s why I joined you.” Karen smiled at Melissa, with an intoxicating twinkle in her brown eyes.

I was finding it difficult to hide my erection that was tenting the front of the shorts I had on, and couldn’t help but check out Karen’s body through the terry beach robe she wore. She was a little curvier than Melissa, but well formed and the tan of her legs made them look endless. I could see, too, that Paul was eying Melissa in her suit, admiring the contrast between her whiter skin and the black material.

“Do you guys come here often?” Paul asked, dragging his eyes from Melissa’s body to ask me.

“Fairly often, but we rarely see anyone else here. How about you?” I replied

“Same here. We usually have the place to ourselves. I’m a banker, what do you do?”

“I am a writer, and Melissa is an attorney, how about you, Karen?” I wanted to look into those big eyes, and I had the opportunity while she answered me, telling me that she worked as a receptionist for a wholesale supply firm in town.

The four of us spent the next 20 minutes chatting, making small talk and getting to know each other. We became more comfortable with one another, but the memory of the morning exhibitionism was never out of my mind, and I am sure it was in the thoughts of the other three, as well. Small glances, the occasional accidental-on-purpose touches as we passed beer and snacks to one another kept the awareness from fading.

As the day had gotten even hotter, the gals decided to go for a swim. Melissa stood, and began walking to the water, pausing about 3 yards from where we sat, looking back and waiting for Karen.

Karen flushed a bit, as she picked up the swimsuit that she hadn’t had a chance to put on before we joined them. She looked at all of us, pausing on Paul- apparently he gave some sort of message that it was OK with him- as she dropped the robe completely to pull on her suit, saying, “Oh, well, it’s not as if you hadn’t seen it all before,” giving a small chuckle. She eyed me as she pulled the suit up over her thighs, and I found myself wishing I could be helping her draw it smooth up into her crotch, with it’s neatly trimmed black fur and her smooth and shapely ass.
I looked at Melissa, wondering if she’d be irritated with my watching, but she was watching Karen herself; I could see that she was enjoying the sight, and I was slightly surprised but not at all disappointed. Paul was watching both of us look at his wife, and he appeared to be enjoying the reactions.

The women moved to the water, and Paul and I let out simultaneous under our breath “wows” as we watched them wade in, two gorgeous women in swimsuits, knowing full well that they were being watched by two men- they seemed to be giving a little extra wriggle as they walked.
It was then that Paul noticed the sailboat Melissa and I had seen earlier was entering the cove.

“Look, we have more company,” he said. “I wonder if they are as friendly as you two!”

“I don’t know, but we could go greet them, give ‘em a hand, if you want.” I said.

We stood and walked along the beach to the center of the cove, opposite where the sailboat would have to anchor, between our two boats already moored at the ends.
The boat coasted to a gentle stop, and a young man dropped the anchor overboard. I heard him call back to the skipper, “Ok Laurie, shut the engine off.”

Then he turned to us, standing on the shoreline, and said “Hi, my name is Mark. Is this far enough from your boats, you think?”

“I’d say so,” Paul answered for us. “Are you staying the night?”

“We’d planned on it, yes. There should be plenty of room, don’t you think?”

I answered, “Of course. I’m Steve, this is Paul, we just met here a while ago ourselves. Our wives are swimming on the far side of Paul’s cruiser, names are Melissa and Karen.”

As the woman that had been steering came to the bow next to Mark, she called “Hello,” to us, “My name is Laurie. I’m going to join your wives, it’s too hot not to swim.” With that, she jumped into the water in her bright orange bikini, her tits bouncing a bit in the cups that restrained them.
I decided to go swimming as well, and Paul and Mark joined me. Soon all six of us were swimming around, talking quietly and getting to know one another. At different times each of us was talking to all of the others, no general conversations but a nice background hum.

At one point Laurie swam near me, and treading water easily, said “So I hear that your wife and Karen were showing off a bit today.”

“You heard this? From whom?” I asked, thinking that Paul must have told Mark about it at some point.

“From Melissa and Karen. They were laughing at it, a bit, and filled me in. I think that’s pretty cool, that they’re comfortable with themselves like that. Which brings me to my question: would skinny-dipping bother you?”

I hadn’t expected this, but it certainly wasn’t anything I’d say no to. In addition to wanting to see Karen again, and loving to see Melissa nude, Laurie was a honey: firm breasts, lightly tanned skin, and a beautiful set of legs- I’d love to see her nude, too.

“No, it wouldn’t bother me, but I can’t speak for Melissa. She may not want to, and I’d back up whatever she felt comfortable with.”

“Oh,” laughed Laurie, “She wont mind, I bet- she was hinting pretty broadly about it, and we’ll probably get you guys nude, too!”

With that, Laurie swam to where Mark was resting, probably to ask what he thought.
I moved over to where Melissa was chatting with Karen and Paul, in time to hear Karen say “Of course you have to as well, Paul, it’s more fun with all of us playing. I’m sure it’ll be fun. Oh, hi, Steve. We were just talking about Laurie’s suggestion. What do you think?”

“I have no problem with it,” I said, “As long as no one feels pressured to, or is uncomfortable with the idea.” I was looking at Melissa as I said this, and she gave me a broad wink, running her hands up her front to cup her tits under the water. I was instantly hard again, wondering what had put her in this mood, but loving it.

Just then, Laurie stood up in the shallows, just in front of where Paul and Karen had left their cooler on the beach, and called out “Come on! Last one nude is a prude!” And so saying, pulled her bikini off and tossed it up onto the sand. She was a natural blonde, I noted as I pulled my shorts off, with a nicely golden tan that was set off by whiter areas that her bikini covered normally.
I glanced around to see how the others were reacting, particularly Melissa, and was just in time to see her toss her own suit up to join Laurie’s, which was followed immediately by Karen’s. Paul and Mark lost no time following suit, and soon enough all six of us were frolicking around naked, playing, ducking each other for the chance to cop a feel, and generally acting like college kids.
After about an hour of this play, we were tiring, and moved up to lie in the sand, allowing the sun to dry us off. We continued talking, and soon determined that we should have a pot luck beach picnic dinner. Everyone would contribute, we’d have a beach fire, and no one would have to clean a boat galley.

We all moved to our own boats to gather the food and service items required, paper plates and our grill, etc. As we climbed aboard the boat, Melissa asked me to lower the dingy for the trip to shore this time, as she was going to put on her shirt and some shorts, and it would be easier to transport the food in a cooler.

I lowered the dingy as Melissa loaded the cooler with salad, steaks and some fresh fruit, as well as a couple bottles of a good white wine that she liked.

“Honey, do you want a shirt for yourself, before you burn too badly?” she asked from the cabin as I put the cooler into the dingy.

“Sure, and my other shorts, too please.” I requested.

We met the other four on the beach, and they’d all taken the opportunity to put something on as well. Although in Laurie’s case, it wasn’t much, she had chosen to put her orange bikini back on, which kept me well aware of her taut body as we moved around to arrange a grill, lay out blankets for sitting, and get the cold stuff ready for dinner.
“Steve, why don’t you and Karen start gathering some wood, if we’re going to have a fire after dinner?” Paul suggested, “We can cover this part O.K.”

I glanced at Karen, and she rose from where she’d been squatting to open a jar of pickles, saying “Sure, we can do that. Come on Steve, there’s usually some deadwood on the far side of this thicket.”

I followed her through the wooded, brushy area that covered the center hump of the small island, admiring the way her legs flexed and her ass bunched as she navigated the uneven ground, watching how she kept flicking her dark hair from side to side to keep it from catching in the branches we ducked under.

As we emerged into a relatively open area, not quite a clearing but not as thickly covered, Karen turned around to me. Reaching forward, she grasped my wrists in her hands, and lifted them up to her waist, where she placed my palms. Leaning to me, she kissed me, pushing at my mouth with her tongue, licking at my lips. Then she drew back, and said “I’ve been wanting to do that all day. I hope you’re not offended, but I had to. Paul knows I am doing this, by the way. He told me to go for it.”

“Karen, you are a beautiful woman, but I am married to Melissa, I am not free to play around with anyone.”

“I know that. I just wanted to kiss you, because I was so attracted to you, and we’ve been playing around since I first saw Melissa on your boat this morning. I’ll be good, now. Let’s get some wood.”
We gathered deadwood for the next 15 minutes, in silence but I couldn’t help looking at Karen as she worked, wondering what it would be like to kiss and suck her tits, taste her juice in that slash of dark hair.

We carried armfuls of dead wood back to our picnic spot on the beach, emerging from the woods at the edge of the sand and approaching the others from behind. As I walked toward the picnic area, I could see that Mark had his hand inside the bottoms of Laurie’s bikini, and was caressing her ass; she was squirming around to his touch, but certainly not making any move to get away from his touch, nor to have him stop. I found it highly erotic to see, especially since they didn’t know that Karen and I were approaching from behind them, and were unaware of being observed. Or, so I had thought- for as we approached, Laurie turned and said “Oh, good, you’ve plenty of wood to start off. Mark and I will go and get some more.”

They walked quickly into the woods the way Karen and I had just returned, holding hands as they went. I imagined that they would be a while, my guess was that they’d be making love before they came back with wood- if they remembered to get any wood at all, that is. Melissa and I grinned at each other, she obviously had the same thought. We had often made love in the shade of the trees, when being out in the sun was too hot.

She came over to me, took my hand, and said “Let’s go for a walk.” We moved into the woods at an angle from where Laurie and Mark had headed, leaving Paul and Karen on the beach. When we had gone about a quarter of a mile, Melissa stopped me short, pulled me to her and started kissing me as deeply and passionately as she ever had.

I returned the kiss, sucking and biting her tongue, tugging her lower lip between my teeth, holding her to me as tightly as I could. Feeling her nipples start to get erect against my chest, even through our shirts I could feel them drilling into me, making me hot.
I slid my hands up under her shirt, cupping her tits, twisting her nipples between my fingers, kneading them gently as Melissa made a groaning noise in her throat, still kissing me as deeply as she could. She put her hands to my shorts, unbuttoning them, loosening my zipper and pushing them down; breaking off the kiss, she said “Please, I want you to fuck me, here, hurry, I’m so wet.” She pushed me down and back, so I was lying on my back, dropping her shorts as she moved to straddle me.
I was looking at her as she lowered herself to my hard cock, spreading her lips with her fingers, engulfing me in her warm pussy. I groaned, loving the sight of my cock burrowing into her warmth, feeling her juices flooding around me and running down my balls. She had rarely been this wet, but when she does get this turned on it happens, and I love it!

I slipped my hands back to her chest, unbuttoning the shirt she wore so it hung open, letting me see her beautiful tits bouncing and swaying as she rode me, watching the flush of her arousal move from her chest up her face, feeling her pussy throbbing around my cock, squeezing it tightly. I was thrusting up into her, holding her hips as she moved up and down on me, when I felt the grasp of her pussy walls tighten and clamp on me, holding me in as deep as I could go; Melissa let out another quiet moan, as her orgasm peaked, then fell forward to my chest, still straddling my cock, holding me in her.

She stayed that way for a minute, then began squeezing and releasing my cock in her pussy. Not moving up and down, her pelvis locked to mine, but I wasn’t going to hold my cum for long as she used her internal muscles to stroke me. She lifted her head a bit, looking into my eyes while we fucked, began kissing my lips and face, little lip-nibbles all over.
As her loving kisses reached my ear, she whispered to me “If you look a little bit to your left, you will see a very hot sight.” I turned my head, lifting it up a bit, and spotted Mark and Laurie through some of the trees.

They were making out, standing with Laurie’s back to a tree, and from the side where we were, we could clearly see Mark’s hand caressing her tits, and the aroused expression on her face. As I watched, she dropped to her knees in front of him, and began sucking his cock into her mouth.
That was all it took for me to lose my own control, after having Melissa showing off and admiring Laurie as well as Karen all day, culminating in Melissa’s hot cunt- I started shooting my cum deep into Melissa’s pussy, filling it with spurt after spurt of my hot sperm. I groaned as I did so, perhaps a bit too loud, as Melissa clamped her lips to mine, making a “shhh” noise as she did so. She milked me with her pussy, pulling every drop of my cum into her as deeply as she could, while kissing me passionately. Then again pulling her head back some, she looked me in the eyes again, with a twinkle I had never seen in them before.

“So, you like to see me showing off? Did you like to see three hot, naked women running around for you all day? Or, was it the blow job she’s giving Mark? Or, maybe, the fact that they both saw us fucking after you groaned, and at this moment are still watching me move on your cock, while Laurie sucks Mark’s big dick? Hmmm?”

“Yes,” I answered, “I say all of the above. But most particularly you, you are so gorgeous and I’ve never seen you this willing to show off before, and it’s making me so hot.” I craned to see Laurie and Mark again, and sure enough they were both looking at us, and Laurie was continuing the blow job, sucking and licking Mark’s cock while she played with her own pussy. “Still, I wont tell you that seeing them like that isn’t extremely arousing as well!”

“Good, ‘cuz I wouldn’t believe you!” She said, giving my cock an extra hard squeeze with her hot pussy. “It’s turning me on, too, you know.” She slipped off me, and backed away so she was kneeling between my legs, and lowered her mouth to my cock. “I like this, too, you know.”

She sucked my cock into her mouth, licking our combined juices from me, running her tongue from my anus to the tip of my cock, cleaning all of our juice from me. She kept alternating her gaze between my eyes and Laurie and Mark, still busy in the woods. I found it even more exciting than normal, as I could see that her voyeurism was exciting her, at the same time as her exhibitionism was.
I pulled her back up to lie next to me, and kissed her as I held her and cuddled her, caressing her softly while we watched Laurie suck Mark. When he came, she pulled her head back, and allowed us to see his cum shooting onto her mouth, holding her tongue out to catch some of it, letting other shots run over her tits. She used her hands and began rubbing it into her tits like lotion, which caused Melissa to take my hand and put it on her crotch, whispering to me “Oh, god, that’s hot, next time I’m going to do you like that, feel how wet it makes me. I could cum again, pinch my clit!”
I pulled and tugged at her clit, rubbing her whole mound with my hand, sliding a finger into her and swirling it around in her wetness, as she clamped onto my hand and moaned through another orgasm, flooding juice out of her pussy again.

As I held her, then, I took the opportunity to tell Melissa of Karen’s comment and kiss, in the woods earlier. “I didn’t want you to think that I had initiated anything, or that I would fool around behind your back,” I was saying, when she stopped me with a deep, passionate kiss.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. I know you wouldn’t do anything that I didn’t say was ok, I have confidence in that. Did she kiss well? It’s okay to say yes,” she grinned at me.

“Well, not as good as you, but yea, she is a good kisser.” I replied.

“So, no problem, ok, sweetie? Don’t worry about it.” She said, kissing me again.

We waited until Mark and Laurie had stepped back into the woods, then, kissing and caressing each other began pulling our shorts back on; Melissa didn’t bother re-buttoning her shirt, merely tied a knot in the tails under her breasts, leaving her midriff bare and a nice view of her cleavage. We started back to the beach, picking up some token pieces of deadwood for the fire as we went, teasing each other and giggling at our antics in the woods.

When we reached the beach, the sun was just settling on the horizon. Paul and Karen had laid out a fire, and had the cold dishes ready. Mark and Laurie reached the beach right behind us, and as all six of us came together, we all started laughing. It was apparent from just looking at each other that every one of us was fresh-fucked, and we were all checking each other out, as well.
“I’d say it’s time to start the coals to cook these steaks that Steve and Melissa have, unless you guys don’t want to eat yet.” Paul said, looking around for consensus. We all agreed that we were famished, and everyone started getting ready, nibbling on chips and nuts as appetizers, preparing for our beach feast.

Melissa popped the cork on the wine she had brought from the boat, and gave us all glasses full. We all worked on preparing dinner while sipping the wine, which Melissa kept full for us. We could hardly take a drink before she was there topping up the glass for us. At one point, I whispered into her ear “You’re going to get us all drunk if you don’t slow it down, honey.”
She just grinned at me, and gave me another of those winks of hers, with the twinkle in her eyes that I was learning to adore. I didn’t know what had started this mood of hers, but I was sure loving it more and more!

As we finished our dinner, Paul lit the wood fire that we’d set up next to our blankets and coolers, and all six of us sat back and relaxed- the evening was still warm, too warm for a fire, really, but what’s a beach picnic without a fire? We were all talking lazily, watching the fire, looking up at stars and hearing the surf rolling on the shores of the island while we were snug in the cove.
Melissa moved in front of me, and leaned back against my chest, using me as a backrest while I leaned against a cooler for my own backrest. I could see that the others were similarly relaxed, cuddling while we chatted quietly.

As it grew darker, our talk became more and more sexy, with more and more flirtations dropped into the conversation, and a lot of giggling and off-color jokes being told. I was holding Melissa around her waist, and sneaking the occasional feel of her tits while we talked, as she was teasing me by reaching between us to rub my cock as well. She was becoming more and more aroused, and when she grasped my hand and slid it to her tits directly I could tell that the situation was exciting her a lot.

I was looking at Karen who was telling us a story about a co-worker when she grasped Paul’s hand and put it on her own tits, just as Melissa was doing to me. I looked to Laurie, and she, too was putting Mark’s hand on her tits. I was thinking, “cool”, when Laurie untied the front of her bikini to let her tits free while Mark fondled them. Sure enough, Karen immediately unbuttoned her shirt, and Melissa untied the knot of her shirt and put my hands on her bare tits.

I was wondering how far this was going to go- I had thought that our little bit of exhibitionism and voyeurism of earlier was about as far as Melissa would ever go, but then I wasn’t exactly going to say no to much at this point.

For the next few minutes, or it could have been an hour, we all continued to talk while we fondled our wives and they returned the favors. Each time one of the women changed her husband’s hand position, or adjusted her own, the other two would follow suit. It was like a game of follow-the-leader, but anyone of them could apparently assume the lead, whenever they chose. I especially loved seeing Paul fondling Karen’s pussy. With his hand stuffed into her shorts from the top, he would push the leg fabric aside some as well, so I could see the point where Karen’s legs joined her pussy in the firelight. Each time he did this, I felt my cock grow harder, and I would reciprocate for the others, pulling Melissa’s shorts open as far as I could, letting them look at her beautiful pussy.

At one point, Karen sort of gasped out to all of us, ”How far are we going?”
No one answered verbally, but we all looked around at each other, and the next thing we knew the women were all standing, dropping their shorts and tops before settling back down on our respective laps. As Melissa settled down on me, she pulled my hand around her waist and placed my fingers on her sweet pussy, pushing my fingers with hers so I would start pinching her clit and finger fucking her.

I was watching the others as well, and each woman had her husband’s hand in the same position, and each of the guys was looking at the other two women’s pussies being fingered and rubbed. I had the biggest hard-on of my life watching this, feeling Melissa’s hot pussy leaking juice all over my hand, running down her thighs, knowing that 4 other people were looking at her, seeing me play with her red bush and hot pussy.

There was enough moisture flowing from both Laurie’s and Karen’s pussy to clearly glisten in the firelight, and I felt Melissa’s nipples harden and her breathing speed up as she got more and more aroused. I leaned to her ear, kissing the lobe from behind, licking gently and nibbling her, making her gasp and squirm. I said, “I want to fuck you like this, from behind, while you sit on my lap- I want them to see you being fucked.”

She didn’t say a word, just lifted off my lap enough to reach the button of my shorts and start attempting to undo them. I reached in to help, unzipping and squirming out of them; then Melissa opened her legs, and sat down on me. I could see the other’s reactions as they watched my cock slip into her pussy, the immediate flush on Laurie’s face, the tightening of both Mark and Paul’s hands on the pussies they each held.

I held Melissa’s hips, as she slowly lifted up and down on my cock, watching the four of them looking at her being fucked, feeling an incredible arousal as my beautiful wife fucked me in front of strangers. Karen was gasping and moaning as Paul fingered her, watching Melissa slide up and down my cock; she was struggling to pull Paul’s cock from his shorts, as he attempted to help her. Soon they were in the same position, and I was watching his cock disappear into his wife’s pussy as they were seeing mine being buried in Melissa’s.

I looked over at Mark and Laurie, and they were watching us both intently; but, as I looked closer, I could see that they had opted for a rear-entry: Marks cock was stuffed up Laurie’s ass, not her pussy! I groaned at the sight, murmuring into Melissa’s ear “Oh, god, look at Laurie, she’s got his cock up her ass, I’m going to cum in your pussy, just looking at the four of them, having them watch us fuck, I’m going to fill your sweet pussy with my cum.”

“Oh yes, cum in my pussy, fill me up now, shoot it deep into my tunnel, I want to feel it in my belly, let it run down out of me, let them see your wife being fucked, please, cum in me now,” Melissa gasped back.

At these words, I let it go, filling her hot pussy with my cum, feeling her riding me hard, watching these other couples fuck on the beach, seeing strangers doing it while I fucked my wife in front of them, I had never been so turned on in my life as I was that night.

As I finished shooting my second load of the day deep into Melissa’s pussy, I was watching Karen and Paul, and seeing him holding Karen’s hips tightly to his waist, I knew that he was shooting into his wife’s pussy, as well. Karen was staring at Melissa and me, biting her lips, playing with her own nipples as she took Paul’s cum into her pussy; then, she reached down and started playing with her clit, grasping his cock and balls, smearing their combined jism all over her crotch, rubbing it into her neatly trimmed black thatch of pubic hair, making it all matted and sticky. All the while, she was looking at either Melissa or into my eyes, with the occasional glance to Melissa’s pussy where my cock was still buried inside.

I reached around Melissa’s waist, and began playing with her cunt lips and clit in the same way that Karen was doing herself. Melissa gasped, and tightened her pussy around my cock. I could feel her throbbing around me, still aroused as I fondled her. She laid her head back on my shoulder and turned to me so I could kiss her, our tongues thrashed around, wrestling as we kissed.
She broke off the kiss, and said “Look at Laurie.”

I turned my head to see that Laurie and Mark had shifted positions. He was on his knees behind Laurie, fucking her doggy style. They were both facing the rest of us, watching us fondle each other, seeing us all watch them fuck. When Laurie saw Melissa looking at her, she said in a tight voice “I want to borrow Steve’s cock, I want to suck your juice off his dick, may I please? Will you let me suck your husband?”

Melissa turned her head back to me, kissed me hard, and said: “Better get over there, you’re needed.”

“Oh, god, honey, I can’t…”

“You will, ‘cuz I want to see you stuff your cock in her mouth. I’m going to go right over there with you, so I can see it up close,” she interrupted my protests. Standing up, letting my cock fall from her pussy, she walked right over to where Laurie was being banged by Mark. “You can suck him, but I get to watch,” she told Laurie.

Laurie moaned, “Hell, if I can get him to cum, I’ll share it with you, I just really want to suck him.”

I was hesitating, standing nearer, but not stepping all the way forward, when Melissa reached out and grabbed my cock in her warm hand, and tugged me forward, pulling me down to my knees in front of Laurie.

“She can’t reach you if you’re way over there, please let her do this, do it for me!” She winked at me with the same sultry expression she’d used before, letting me know that she really was ok with this, and that it was turning her on. I slid closer, as Laurie opened her mouth to my cock.

What an erotic charge, to have my wife feeding my hard on to another woman to suck! I almost came for the 3rd time right then, although it had been a while since I had been shooting triples, I knew that tonight I could probably manage 4, with a little help.

Laurie certainly knew how to help! She was mostly using her tongue, lapping at the tip of my cock, licking from my balls to the head, with swirls all around the head now and then. I couldn’t help groaning, and Melissa slid closer, watching intently as a strange woman gave her husband a blowjob, while being fucked doggy-style.

Melissa started whispering in my ear, telling me how hot she was feeling while watching Laurie suck me, and seeing Paul and Karen grabbing and rubbing each other like crazy while they watched the three of us have sex. She went on talking dirty in my ears, as she played with herself and described what she was doing. She would reach under my crotch every now and then, holding my balls while Laurie sucked my cock, making me groan each time with the sheer excitement of it.
Then Laurie clamped her lips on my cock, moaning, starting to buck. I knew she was cumming, and could see Mark pulling her ass tight to him, as he came in her as well. That was all I could take, as I started shooting my wad into her hot mouth, all three of us cumming at one time. Mark and I were filling her from each end, and it was the greatest feeling as I filled her mouth with sticky cum.

It got even better in one minute though, because Melissa took Laurie at her word. As soon as She felt my balls stop contracting, Melissa gently pulled my cock from Laurie’s mouth. Then, kneeling in front of her in my place, she lifted Laurie’s head and kissed her, full on the lips. I could see my wife’s tongue entering Laurie’s mouth, seeking out my sperm.

Laurie willingly opened to Melissa’s probing tongue, sharing the cum that was on her tongue, filling her mouth. I heard Karen gasp, and Paul moaned- as Karen crawled forward and placed her mouth at the other women’s, licking, using her tongue to beg for a taste, wanting to be included. The three of them shared the snowball among them, as the three of us men watched.

Paul looked a little taken aback; I’m not sure that he had expected Karen to participate at all with anyone else. Perhaps we were all a bit taken aback, at the turn our picnic had taken, but no one was complaining!

As the women finished their kiss, all six of us sort of looked around at each other, a little amazed at what we’d just done. We didn’t say much at first, just mumbling comments as we all re-coupled with our respective spouses, cuddling and kissing each other. We all kept an eye on the others, though- after all, six nude adults who have just finished making love in front of one another, with the top-off the women had just done doesn’t occur very often and we were all attracted to one another.

I tossed another log on the fire, and offered wine to everyone. Everyone wanted some, I think we needed something to do that was less obviously sexual at that moment.

“That was fantastic,” Karen said, the first to say what we were all thinking. “I have never done anything like that before.”

“Me, either,” agreed Mark, and I also spoke up, saying:

“I’ve heard about it, but never seen or done anything like this.”
In fact, all of us were novices when it came to having sex with others watching, except for Laurie; she told us that she had been watched one time at a party in college, on a dare.

“We could play dare, as if we were back in school,” Paul said with a chuckle- obviously joking. However, Karen decided to “misunderstand” him.

“That sounds fun,” she said. “Men dare women, and vice versa, ok?”
No one objected, as the thought of continuing what we’d started suddenly seemed the most natural thing in the world to all of us. Even if the game seemed a bit childish, it would get us over the awkwardness we were feeling. I confess I was hoping the dares would involve some more interaction between alternate pairings, and I think that we all knew this could lead to some very interesting things.

“Who will go first? And are we playing ‘truth’ as well as ‘dare’?” Melissa asked.

“Oh, definitely truth, too, don’t you think? I’ll go first, if you’d like, as I brought it up,” said Paul, “How about rotating the person giving the dare is the last one who did one?”

“Good enough for starters,” Laurie said, “I’ll dare you first, Paul: truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“How old were you the first time you had sex?” Laurie asked him.

“Fifteen,” Paul answered, then turned to Melissa: “Melissa, truth or dare?”

I felt Melissa tense just a bit, as she answered: “Dare.”

Paul paused for thought, looking at her, then said “Melissa, I dare you to lick Mark’s cock from base to head.” We all gasped a bit, not really prepared for the speed with which Paul gave such an extreme dare. We were all more used to the games of our childhood, which slowly built in intensity- (Although most ended long before anything really risky took place, at least when I was a kid).
Everyone was watching Melissa, to see what she was going to do, how she would react. She looked around at the other 2 men and women, all eyes on her, and turned her head to look at me. I could see her questioning me with her eyes, asking if she should- so, I gave her the wink that she’d been tossing at me all day and evening.

That put a sparkle in her eyes, and she rose and walked slowly to where Mark was sitting with Laurie on his lap. She looked at Laurie, and said, “Only if it’s okay with you.”

Laurie said nothing, but smiled, and stood up so Melissa could have access to Mark. My wife put her hands out to him, saying “Up you go,” pulling his hands up until he stood before her. Then, without another word, she knelt in front of him. Taking his cock in her hands, she moved her lips closer, and slowly, very slowly, drew her tongue along the length of his shaft. She started right at the base, where his cock joined at the balls, and ran her tongue all the way to the tip. She finished her lick by flicking the tip of her tongue at his slit, before releasing him and squatting back on her heels.

She looked over at Paul, and asked, “Did I complete the dare?”

“Oh, yes,” Paul said, in a choked voice, “You did.”

“That means that I dare Mark, right?” Melissa asked.

We agreed that that was correct. Melissa looked up at Mark, from where she still squatted in front of him. “Mark, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he answered with no hesitation at all.

“Mark, I dare you to give Laurie a rim job, here in front of us.” Mark chuckled a bit uneasily, as he looked to Laurie for her reaction. She, however, showed no sign of nervousness, merely stepped forward and got down on her hands and knees, with her beautiful ass facing the rest of us. She looked over her shoulder at us, with a smile, as she waited for Mark to move behind her.
Melissa moved back to my lap, as Mark knelt behind his wife. Laurie spread her legs wide as Mark put his hands on her cheeks and spread them wide. From where I sat with Melissa we could see her anus and pussy gaping open. Mark leaned forward, extended his tongue and licked around her cheeks, down to her pussy, then moved up to Laurie’s puckered hole. He slipped his tongue around the perimeter, and slowly pushed it in until the tip was inside her asshole. Then he drew his tongue back, and ran it all around the edge again, and slowly drew it up, tracing the crack of her ass to her back.
Laurie trembled as she felt his tongue, and I could see that her breathing was irregular as she knelt before us, feeling her husband’s tongue in her most intimate places. Mark leaned back, and placed his hands on Laurie’s hips, helping her up.

He looked at Melissa and asked, “Okay?”

She smiled, nodding. Mark then turned to Karen, and asked her if she wanted truth or dare. “Dare,” she said.

“Make out with Steve for 2 minutes, standing here in front of us.”

I felt a thrill of anticipation, as I looked at the raven-haired beauty, hoping she wouldn’t decline the dare. She looked at Paul, and asked him, “Ok with you?”

Paul smiled his approval, and Karen stood up and we walked to each other. I put my arms around her, pulling her to me. She tilted her head up to my kiss, and I put my lips to hers. The moment was electric, as I began making out with a woman other than Melissa for the first time since our marriage, if you didn’t count Karen’s kiss of earlier; that one I received, while this was active and enthusiastic. We stood holding each other, our tongues intertwining, lips pressing together firmly.

I could feel her tits mashed against my chest, and as we kissed she shifted her legs a bit, so I could feel her pussy hair rubbing my thigh, and she could feel my cock pressing against her. The time flew by, I was sure that Mark had cut the time short when he said: “Time’s up, you two.”
Reluctantly letting the kiss end, I stepped back, as Paul said, “Wow, that was intense. Honey, you are still the most thrilling woman on earth!” I noticed that he had taken a camera from his beach bag, and was looking at the pictures he had snapped.

Mark and I protested that, each of us defending our own wives’ position as most thrilling, until we agreed to disagree on that point. Laughing at us, the women were making a show of being thrilling- rubbing themselves, touching all over, standing and turning so we could admire their charms.

“Karen, it’s your turn to dare,” said Laurie finally.

“I can’t remember who I am supposed to dare, we’ve all shifted positions.”

“Dare Paul,” I said, “We’re back around to him.”

“Dare,” He said, without waiting to be asked.

“Wait, Karen shouldn’t dare her own husband,” Melissa protested. “She should dare Steve, he hasn’t had one yet.” Melissa was right, so Karen turned to me, and asked if I wanted truth or dare.

“Dare me,” I said.

“All right. I dare you to eat the cum from Melissa’s pussy, that you left there earlier; and, you have to let us see that you’re getting it out.”

I reached out and took Melissa’s hand, and led her to the open area between the fire and where the others were sitting. I lay down on my back on the sand, with my head toward the spectators. “Come here, sweetie- I need you to straddle me.”

Melissa placed one leg on each side of my chest, and lowered her pussy to my mouth as I started licking at her lips, opening them with my tongue. I slipped my tongue as far out and into her as I could, lapping at her hole, trying to reach the cum I had left there. I was finding plenty, as she was so wet that both juices were running loose. I loved the taste of our intermingled liquids, lapping and sucking at her wonderful box.

I was looking up at her as she rode my face, reaching up to tweak her tits and nipples while her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensations; I caught the telltale flashes on her skin, and knew that Paul was photographing this as well, which made it all the more exciting. I pulled my tongue down, letting the stringy parts of my cum hang from Melissa’s pussy and stretch to my mouth, showing the watchers that I was indeed getting it out.

Karen let this go on for several minutes, then said “Okay, I think you’ve got it all.”
I pulled my mouth to the side, and said: “That means it’s my turn to dare, and I dare Laurie to check that I’ve completed my dare- by taste test.”

Melissa’s eyes popped open at that, as she looked down at me I don’t think I’d seen such a lust-filled expression on her face in all the years we’ve been together. She had fantasized about being with another woman, but as far as I knew had never tried it. Laurie lay down with her head next to mine, and I gently pushed Melissa toward her.
Melissa moved until she was above Laurie, but facing her feet instead of head as she had been for me. Laurie put her hands to Melissa’s red bush, parting her lips with her fingers and drawing Melissa down to her waiting tongue.

I moved around to where I could see Laurie sucking and licking at my wife’s pussy, lapping at her the way I had. I knew exactly what she was tasting, and found the sight of Laurie’s soft face framed by Melissa’s legs and pussy extremely arousing. I poked Paul, motioning for him to take a picture; He lifted the camera and shot several pictures, trying to get a good shot.
Laurie pulled her mouth off for a moment, and said in a choked voice, “You did a good job; My dare is for Paul to suck my pussy while I finish this inspection.”

Paul handed Karen his camera and moved between Laurie’s legs, pushing them apart as he knelt down and applied his mouth to her pussy. Karen promptly started taking pictures of Melissa riding Laurie’s face, while Paul ate Laurie’s pussy for all he was worth. It looked as though he was attempting to have his tongue reach through her to come out her mouth, as he thrust in as deeply as he possibly could, lapping and slurping the juices that were flowing from Laurie’s pussy.

Mark, Karen and I were watching this action closely, as Karen continued to take pictures of the three of them in action. I was feeling my cock coming back to life, even after having cum not long ago for the third time in one afternoon, and Mark was as hard as a rock; it looked like his cock was going to burst out of his shorts. He was obviously uncomfortable, and pulled them off. Seeing that, I dropped my own and began stroking my cock.

Karen saw this, and turned to the two of us, and said: “Don’t you dare waste any of that. Come here, you two.” She took us by the cock, one in each hand, and led us next to where Laurie lay. She lay down next to her, and said, “I want you, both of you. Please, Mark, feed me your cock while Steve fucks my hot pussy.”

Paul could see us between Laurie’s thighs as he ate her, and I could see him watching as Karen sucked Mark’s cock into her throat while I slipped my cock into her pussy- god, it was juicy, she was flowing like a river. I watched as Mark pushed into her mouth, and reached up to fondle her tits as I fucked her and Mark plugged her other end.
We soon had a rhythm going that allowed Karen to pretty much lie still, and clench her pussy on my cock as she sucked tighter on Mark’s cock, but she didn’t have to thrust up as we alternated our in and out stroking.

Melissa reached over with one hand and started cupping my balls as I pushed into Karen’s pussy; I glanced over at her, and saw she was wearing an almost dreamy look as she rode Laurie’s face and watched me fuck Karen. We could also see Paul eating Laurie, and Karen blowing Mark- there was so much skin, and movement, and the smell of sex was covering the entire beach.

I put my attention back on Karen as I pounded faster into her, feeling her pussy contracting on my cock, thrusting as hard and far into her as I could. My balls were so tight they hurt, after coming three times, but the edge it gave the pleasure was a terrific feeling.
It wasn’t long then before Laurie started wailing in her orgasm, Paul’s tongue was working overtime on her pussy and she clenched her thighs to the sides of his head. This set my wife off, and she groaned and moaned her way through a long orgasm of her own. As she moved off Laurie, she reached over and picked up the camera Karen had set down, and took pictures of the three of us, and of Paul and Laurie, collapsed on the sand after Laurie’s cum.

She must have realized that Paul hadn’t been taken care of yet, though, for she moved to him, and straddled his hips, and lowered herself onto his cock. I came into Karen’s cunt immediately when I watched my hot wife slide a strange cock into her cunt; the vision was absolutely wonderful. I reached up and stroked my hand down Laurie’s back to get her attention, motioned to her to take a picture of them together, which she did.

As my hard-on faded, I pulled out of Karen’s pussy, watching the stringy white cum slip down her ass- and as I moved aside, Mark pulled his cock from Karen’s mouth and said “I want to fuck that pussy, too.”

She just moaned, “Hurry,” as Paul moved into the position I had left and began thrusting into her sloppy pussy.

Laurie and I sat back then, watching as our spouses’ fucked two people that we hadn’t even met before noon that day. I started, as I realized that we hadn’t known anyone for a full 12 hours, and I was watching my wife ride another cock. I said something of this to Laurie, and she said, “God, I know, it’s like a dream- and it’s so fucking hot to see them, I wonder if we can get copies of the pictures somehow. I want to see them forever, so I can remember this when Mark and I are fucking, or when I’m masturbating.”

I agreed, and reached for the camera, saying, “We should make sure to take a lot, so there’ll be plenty.”

I moved around, snapping pictures of Melissa riding Paul, getting several close-ups of her red bush and pussy swallowing his cock, of her tits bouncing as she fucked him; of Mark fucking Karen, playing with her tits, of them kissing deeply while he thrust into her pussy, one of her with her knees pulled way back and out, her heels on Mark’s back.

I then took a couple of Laurie alone, reclining on the beach, looking totally slutty as the cum ran from her, playing with her pussy and rubbing her tits. She took the camera, and snapped me as well, stroking my cock as I watched the sex.

Karen and Mark finished first, in a shout groan moan gasping finale that left Mark collapsing on Karen, unable to move away as his energy drained. Paul and Melissa were not far behind, but they weren’t quite as noisy. Melissa looked utterly spent, as she rolled over to the sand, lying with her legs spread and arms out, hair a mess, and cum running out of her pussy and down her ass to the beach.

Laurie moved around all of us then, taking a couple of pictures of everyone; then, she suggested that we take one of all six of us, a “Group-grope shot, come on, it’ll be fun and a cool memory for us all.”

She cajoled until Paul set the camera on a cooler and set the timer; then all of us, nude, knelt and squatted in a group. We had our arms around one another, and there could be no doubt that we had just finished a wild time.

As we all separated after the picture, we glanced around at one another. I put a log on the fire, as we moved closer to it and sat down again. I took Melissa’s hand, and turned to her, and said: “Honey, that was incredible, and I love you very, very much,” and kissed her lovely lips softly, for a long time.

When we sat back, the others were curling up and cuddling, holding hands, stroking each other softly as well. We sat by the fire for about fifteen minutes, until we all rose to return to our own boats for the night.

Melissa and I curled into the double berth, holding each other, but we were so tired that we fell asleep instantly. The next morning, as we rose and cleaned ourselves off, she asked me, “Do you hate me for being a total slut, for yesterday?”

“No, I don’t- you were wonderful, it was wonderful. I do wonder what brought that on, why you chose to do this, but I could never ever hate you.”

She smiled at me, and gave me that twinkle again, saying, “Oh, you like having a slut for a wife, who fucks other people and eats cum out of other women’s pussies?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, then, we’ll have to do it again- but not today, I’m too tired!”

When Paul got home, he uploaded the pictures from his camera and emailed them to us, and to Mark and Laurie. We look at them frequently, and relive the day often as we make love together.
We haven’t repeated the experience, not yet anyway- but who knows? Winter doesn’t last forever, we’re already talking about where we’ll sail for our next summer vacation.

And, I found an email Melissa had sent to Karen and to Laurie- wondering if they are free for a particular week next summer, for a boating picnic.