When life with someone like Cindy is as sexually charged as can be, a little public nudity is not exactly unexpected.
A lot of folks think that public nudity, even with a bunch of “good friends” leads to sexual contact. First a little innocent touching, then a little less than innocent touching until sooner or later it explodes into a full fuckand suckfest. It did for us.
It started at a friend’s pool party. The pool was quite private, hedges and fences hid most chances a neighbor or passerby would have of seeing a bare butt or more. Although I would suspect any reasonable neighbor would not have let all that fun going on without taking a peak, I would have. Somehow no one seemed to care. The hosts had made it quite clear that they swam nude and that over time many guests had also, although this was by no means a requirement of being invited. As the afternoon frolic turned to dusk and the effects of the liquor started to accumulate, the conversations, and the play got a little friskier. Candles replaced the fading sunlight and the pool lights dimmed ever lower until they were totally out… At the art of setting a mood, these hosts were great. I cant say, any of this was unexpected by anyone.
At some point, under some pretext, a top came off, then another. I turned around to find out if Cindy was ok with this only to see her bare tits visible at water level. Her nipples were clearly sticking out. She was either cold or very excited. I asked her if she was cold. She said: “No”.
By the next party, tops came off almost right away and by dusk, bottoms came off, and people got in and out of the pool nude. Naturally people touched. Some guys were more forward about it than others. Once it became known that Cindy was not offended in any way and that I would not protest either even given that it hard to inadvertently put your fingers between a woman’s pussy lips. Cindy got touched more than a few times. Cindy would smile. But the overall situation did not allow things to go any further. Not yet anyway.
There were other times, camping by a river side, even sunning in private areas, with friends, when tops and or bottoms came off. Slowly there was less and less concern that we might get “caught”. Women rarely bothered to cover up and it seemed they were more focused on trimming their pussies and some shaved alltogether. Cindy liked to leave a little triangle of short fur. Cindy’s perky little nipples were quick to respond in a positive manner whenever a light touch ocurred on her body including touches of her tits and nipples which seemed to occur more and more frequently and lasted longer. The touches were also inching ever closer to their goal, her pussy.
It was at one of those island beaches when Cindy first went topless in a public setting. Cindy loved it. I loved it and even though most of the women on the beach were topless, Cindy seemed to get the lion’s share of the gazes, maybe not, but it felt that way and it turned me on. Cindy did not have the biggest set of tits. Far from it, they were natural. She may not have been the most drop dead gorgeous one. But somehow as a package, she was the best. Another couple we started chatting with told us that after sunset, with only the low light of the distant beach huts, people did not bother keeping on their bottoms either. We joined the group that evening, however, someone had gotten firewood. So much for the low light of a distant hut, but with a few of those tropical drink mixtures, it suddenly didn’t seem to matter that much. Cindy stood there by the fire, a light wrap covering her shoulders and tits, but from there on down she was naked. The fire highlighting her naked pussy with a flickering yellow to orange to red light. She could easily have acted modest by placing her wrap around her waist, but she didn’t. I asked her later if she had been aware of how highlighted her pussy was in that fiery glow. “Yup”, I was” she said, smiling.
A couple of the hotel’s big black guys showed up. They had the buffest bodies, and wore only very tight shorts that left no mystery as to what was under them. They explained that the hotel required them to be there and monitor any time someone built a fire on the beach. Cindy made no attempt to cover herself. I guess that part of their fire marshall responsibilities required them to bring large boom boxes and get some dancing going. When naked and alcohol influenced people dance, bodies touch, Cindy danced, touched and got touched and was having a good time. So was I. I noticed the fire marshalls noticing Cindy.
Later back in our hut, before, during and after a very spirited fuck we came to a few epiphanies. Cindy enjoyed being naked in public. And, I enjoyed seeing Cindy naked in public. Even the less than accidental touchings during the fast dancing was a turn on for both of us. We also noticed that a few of the people had taken their towels just beyond what could be seen clearly and were engaged in more than conversation and that there were threesomes and foursomes. We agreed that the big black guys had occasionally left their fire marshall posts.
As I was fucking her, I asked Cindy if she had been ready to join in these other activities.
She said: “Are you?”…
I wasn’t sure. I think I said: “Maybe…” “But”, I added: “You never answered me, do you want to?”.
She said: “Maybe.”
“Were you asked?”
“Yes” she answered
“More than once?
“Yes.” she answered again
“I might have been OK with that” I said.
“I knew you would have” she said looking up into my eyes and smiling as my thrusting got harder.
“So… why didn’t you follow up on it?*”
“I don’t like fucking in the sand.” she said, laughing.
“Besides,” she added more soberly: “ We have gone to the edge, we are at “maybe”, but we need to make up our minds before one of us takes that next step.”
“but,” she continued, “ with the drinks and the mood and their fingers rubbing my clit, I was ready to move beyond “Maybe.””
All I could think to ask her is: “Were you touching their cocks?”
“Probably.” she said.
“Probably?… you aren’t sure?”
“OK! I was touching their cocks, and yes they were getting bigger.”
“touching or stroking?
“OK, stroking”
I was going to keep asking questions as I suspected that for one guy, the mutual masterbation had been sucessful for both, but, my visions got the best of me and…
I came.
Unfortunately, this was our last night of a short stay, otherwise there would be a lot more to this part of the story and I do think the big black guys would have somehow been part of it. But, we would be back and it would not take us long to take up where we had left off. This time there would be no “Maybe” about it and our minds long ago made up.
Back in the US, there were few nude or topless beaches… but, there were “resorts”. Oficially these were “nudist” only and sexual behavior was frowned upon and could get you thrown out. That was the offical story anyway. Unoffically, these places were centers of swinging and sportfucking.
By the time we made plans to visit one of these places, Cindy and I had gotten into a little swinging here and there. But that is a subject of many other stories.
The resort we decided to try was first class. It meant days wandering around the pools and spas and bars nude and evenings of dancing in a very nice club dressed in sexy clothing, lingerie, a g string, or nothing at all. Cindy had spent some time in the resort boutique, where it seemed that the briefer, nuder and sexier the outfit was, the more it cost. Cindy wanted to dress up for the dance, meaning little more than a g string, a see through babydoll, a lite wrap for over the shoulders or around the waist, more for protection from the cool evening air than for modesty and some really bling shoes.
We knew from others that these soirees were followed by private parties for the lucky ones. So when a very cute and very naked young lady approached our table and asked us if we wanted to accept an invite to a party at one of the homes on the resort, we said: “Yes.” When we got to the party, we found that most invitees quickly dispensed with social niceties and discarded the remaining little bits of flimsy excuses for clothing and quickly headed off to back rooms, although a few begun fucking, sucking and or eating pussy right there on the couches and floors of the living room. Cindy had preferred to head off to a back room for privacy, but this first time, she never made it, she was the new fuck on the scene. As she quickly gained a reputation for letting a cock cum in her mouth and swallowing the lion’s share of it, it wouldn’t take long wait for a cock to reach her tongue. Guys had been watching her parade around the pool naked most of the day. At night they had watched her or danced with her while she was wearing her little sexy thing, or whatever part had not yet come off. These guys had already fondled her tits, and stroked her pussy and Cindy had not ignored their cocks.
And, although not bi, Cindy had danced with other girls or groups of girls where they played with each other’s tits, sucked each other’s nipples, kissed and fingered each other’s pussies entertaining the men to a frenzy. Once at the party, she had been tackled in the living room. There would not have been much need to get her wet and lubricated. She had been that way most of the day fully aware of what the evening was to bring. The fingering by both men and women on the dance floor guarranteed a very slippery entrance to her pussy. So it took no time for a cock, a large cock, to enter her. Another went quickly into her mouth where her saliva and a very moist red lipstick provided all the lubrication necessary. Cindy was not one to put up any resistance to a cock entering her. Still, for the second round, she made it to a back room, wiggling her way on her back between a couple of naked bodies on a bed before a new set of cocks began their rhythmic penetration into her. From time to time, she came out for a pinot grigio, to cleanse out that taste of cum, then caught someone’s eye and disappeared with them.
After saying our “good nights” and thanking the host and hostess we left. We walked back to our room, carrying rather than wearing those shreds we had as clothing. We agreed that this place was worth going back to and we sat by the pool for a few minutes to enjoy the early morning air. A man sat down beside us. I quickly glanced at his cock without letting on that I was glancing at his cock. Cindy glanced at his cock making sure he knew she was glancing at his cock. He said that Cindy and he had danced, but, he hadn’t been at the party. So, I knew right then that her hands were familiar with his cock as his was with her tits and her pussy. And, I knew he hadn’t fucked her. Yet. I knew there would be a short conversation of superficial pleasantries followed by some sort of request asking me if I minded. Of course I would say that I didn’t and the two of them… Anyway, I decided it was best to forego the pleasant chit chat and I told Cindy to go fuck him if she wanted to.
She wanted to. He wanted to. Given that we had decided to become members here and that he had a place here, sooner or later that cock and his cum was going far inside Cindy’s mouth and vagina, so let them start now. I also knew that tonight wouldn’t be the last time his cock would be in her. This would be one of those special cocks she preferred to play with in private with no other distractions. Not even me. Besides after fucking and sucking on a half dozen cocks that night, what’s one more? She gave me a little peck on the cheek, stood up, put her little wrap around her waist and the two of them walked off. For the next quarter hour or so, I sat there enjoying the evening by the pool as I visualized what Cindy and the nice gentleman with the large cock were doing. It didn’t tax my imagination. I had watched her fuck a few other people, so there was little mystery, but still, sitting out there on a pool chair while my wife was licking the cum off of someone else’s cock, I got an erection.
I watched her slowly walk back some time later, the wrap once again around her waist, tied in front so it didn’t even hide her pussy in the least. As she came closer, she was smiling. A nearby street lamp highlighted the shiny wetness between her legs. Her lips were much paler than when she had left. Given that Cindy, for whatever reason didn’t kiss her sportfucking friends, the red lip gloss probably got left along the sides of his cock probably having mixed with his cum and the juices from her own pussy.
She reapplied some lipstick, and brushed her hair. I got up and we continued our walk towards our rented condo.
“So… did you enjoy that?
“yup”
” Did you get there?”
“Yup”
“Not the first one of the evening I take it?”
“Nope”
“Three, four times?” I asked
“About that”
she smiled at me and gave me a hug.
“Thanks,” she said.
The next morning, we wrote a check and got an ID card that made us members for a year. And within a few weeks we were preparing a return visit to the island with topless beaches and well built fire marshalls. She thanked me then too. And I am sure that the fire marshalls thanked her.