Sometimes you find a place you like to go back to again and again. It’s warm, the sand and sea are closeby, people are friendly and wear few if any clothes. That’s why Cindy and I went back. It was a place of adventure where couples did things they wouldn’t do anywhere else or they would do it here first. Cindy had gone topless then nude in public here for the first time. It was here that we kinda decided to add some new sexual dimensions to our world. It was here that Cindy tried the big black cock thing.
We had found this nice resort each building consisted of four efficiency studios. Each building had it’s own little pool and though each unit had a little bamboo fence or thick oleander to give it some privacy, you could easily see what your neighbor was up to.
Units tended to be rented for a week and every Saturday afternoon a new crop of visitors would arrive. First things first, get some rum based drinks, get into a swimsuit of sorts, lie on the lounge chairs, splash in the little pool. It wasn’t long until you met your neighbors. More than half were Europeans, so they, the men, wore thongs, women didn’t bother with the top half of bikinis. Americans were a little conservative, bikini tops didn’t tend to come off until the sun went down and they were often replaced by shawls to ward off that cool evening breeze and maintain just that touch of modesty, or they came off the next day at the beach.
We met our neighbors, Americans, shook hands introduced ourselves. They were Ken and Charlene, they were friendly. She was tall, at least 5 10 wore high heel platforms that made her even taller, taller than her husband, much taller than me. She didn’t bother with a top, her boobs had been surgically enhanced to the point where… oh lets just say, beyong the point. Anyway, a T back revealed that perfect bubble ass, probably from a surgical procedure also and the T’s front was cut so far down that if she had had any pubic hair at all, it would have shown. Lips probably had had a few injections of collagen, some botox had found it’s way in there too. Everything I really hated and found unattractive in a woman. He was a nice looking, soft spoken, not really a match. Later two other couples arrived, seemed to know each other, spoke some sort of slavic language, their English a bit rough. It wasn’t long before everyone was nude and sipping on one too many.
But hey… dont get all excited, we all eventually said good night and went back to our own units with our own spouses only. Cindy and I are early risers, we walked the beach, had our croissants, bowl of fruit and dark coffee and had headed off to the little shops to buy a few doo dads, a T shirt or two. Over on one side was a path, with a little white plastic chain link fence that marked the entrance to the nudie beach. A section of beach discreetly hidden from view by a dense thickness of bushes and trees. We went in, spread our towels, took off everything, lay down, got in the water splashed around, got out and did that a few times. Then lunch, then more splashing and sunning before heading back to our hut.
We showered, had a few drinks, chatted with Ken and Charlene a bit, went to the beachy restaurant with them for some fried stuff, more fruit and more rum drinks. We chatted about much of nothing. We were never going to party with these people… in a sexual sense that is, so we stayed away from that topic. They brought up nothing of a sexual nature either.
As dusk turned to darkness we were back in our huts reading, thinking about what we might do. Cindy and I had fucked. The visions of naked pussy and tits at the nudie beach were dancing in my head. I’m not too sure what Cindy’s visions entailed, but her pussy had been quite wet and receptive. There were a couple of clubs nearby, loud steel music with bad Marley imitators, but what choice was there? All of a sudden I saw Charlene, She was all dolled up, wearing sparkly shoes that were taller than a step ladder. She had a decent body but stuffed into that two sizes too small black leather pair of shorts, she looked silly, her blousy thing tied in a knot with bare midriff. Make up way too heavy, eyes a few shades of metallic blue with long fake eye lashes, way too much mascara.
I thought: “Yuck!” But I said: “Hi.”
Shortly after, I heard a taxi pull up, heard her say to her hubby: “Bye babe.”, she gave Cindy and I a weak wave and off she went.
Cindy and I gave each other a look, shrugged our shoulders, then got ready to go off to one of the beach clubs. At the last second, I asked Ken: “Hey we’re going to the Parrot for a couple of drinks, and a little dancing, wanna come with us?”
He had to know we saw Charlene leave without him in a cab. He had to know we saw how she was dressed. We hoped I hadn’t embarassed him.
He said: “Yeah sure.”
I was surprised in a way, but hey…fine.
The three of us walked down to the nearest beach bar, loud music, lights, tiki torches and plastic tables and chairs. The drinks were strong. Cindy and I got up to dance. Between sets of music, in spite of our protests that he didn’t need to say anything to us, he told us a bit of the Charlene story.
Basically, she was fairly straight laced, but once a year they came down here and she liked to do the big black cock thing. We tried to put him at ease saying that Cindy had tried that once or twice but that was no longer her thing. We didnt bother adding that our thing now was going to swinger clubs, and meeting couples and select singles and that both of us fucked and sucked a lot of people. Cindy a whole lot more than I.
Even this early, I could tell that Cindy’s evening plans included his cock
Cindy asked him if he wanted to dance. He did. They did. He was loosening up a bit. The alcohol, the fact that neither of them could really dance meant a few awkward moves, some of which involved him inadvertently, I’m sure, brushing his hand and or arm and or leg against some body part of Cindy’s.
I danced with her again, got a little frisky, noticed that many of the women had taken their tops off. I took Cindy’s top off. Cindy had nice natural tits,and she enjoyed them free and loose and she enjoyed it if they were touched, and she enjoyed it that men would look at her, look at her tits, and try to get closer to them. Ken looked at her tits. At some point Cindy purposely faced Ken and wiggled her tits at him. He smiled.
Soon Ken was dancing with the topless Cindy and you could see that her tits were turning him on far more than those plasticky things his wife had. At some point, Cindy’s arms were waving over her head, the rest of her body moving to the rhythm, her tits sticking out, the nipples now fully awake. She was clearly teasing him, almost saying: “Touch em.”
He didn’t directly do that, but he clearly enjoyed it. Again, inadvertently, Im sure, his hand and arm did touch her naked breasts.
She in turn rubbed against him and confirmed what I already thought. He was hard or getting there. I was getting hard watching her seduce this guy who’s wife was now probably stuffing a big black cock into her cunt.
Cindy had on one of those long skirts, you could see her legs through the flimsy material highlighted by the lights of the tiki torches and strobes from where the band was playing. You could also see her red bikini bottoms underneath.
It wasn’t long before we noticed that a few other women had taken their bottoms off too but always kept something over the area like a loose skirt, or a wrap, but that the gyrations from the dancing was exposing quick flashes of pussy.
As Ken took off to pee, Cindy told me she was thinking about removing her bikini bottoms.
“Sure, why not, if you want to.”
She stood up, grabbed them from underneath and pulled them off. I noticed a couple of the guys dancing on the floor looked at Cindy fairly intently. They may have gotten a flash of bare pussy. The women they were dancing with were also cute and pantiless at that time. I told Cindy it might be nice to meet them at some point. Cindy agreed. We got up to dance next to them and in a flash, Cindy found out that they were staying at the same resort and were working on getting their wives to the nudie section behind the white plastic chain.
Cindy said: “Hope to see you folks there tomorrow.”
I felt that those guys were going to make a very determined attempt to get their wives there the next day. The idea that instead of a quick flash of pussy in the shadows, it would be there fully exposed in the sunlight, still, each facet to be slowly observed, plenty of time to get the fantasies going. I knew that, Cindy knew that too and it turned her on.
The pantiless Cindy and I were still dancing when Ken got back but I dont think it took him long to realize that Cindy was now naked under that gauzy translucent long wrap skirt.
He ordered some new drinks to replace the watery remains in our glasses. One sip told me he had requested doubles.
Whatever, we were all having fun.
Ken danced with her some more, she backed into him during one dance, wiggled her butt against his cock and he grabbed her tits. There was no inadvertent thing about this one. They both laughed it off as harmless teasing.
No one was wearing a watch, so I dont know at what time we started heading back to our huts. In the darker area between the lighted areas of the club and the lighted areas of our resort, Cindy took off her skirt and ran naked into the warm sea water. Ken and I followed suit, we both had hard ons. Cindy told me later that she enjoyed the sight of two naked guys with erections running towards her. We splashed around for a few minutes.
I know she touched my cock, she later admitted to briefly touching his. I was going to touch her pussy too but I could tell another hand had gotten there first.
A little aside here. I’m sure I am not breaking the suspense. You already know this story ends with Ken’s cum in her pussy or her mouth or both. Ok a little more preview, it was both. So she is telling me the story of splashing in the water afterwards, after I had seen his cum dribbling out of the corner of her mouth and dripping out of her cunt onto the shiny tile floor. Anyway, even then she says she touched his cock: “briefly” while in the water. As, if to say, I barely did it. Why the mitigation, who cares by that point. I loved that about Cindy’s stories.
Whatever, we were all having fun.
The warmness of the water had only the slightest effect on reducing the size of our erections, we dried off, but never bothered to put back on any of our clothes. As we neared our huts, we passed a few people who seemed get a kick out of two naked guys at half mast walking with a naked woman, all smiling and giggling.
We got back to our units, we were sobering up, we had taken this as far as we could without going to that next step. Cindy broke the ice by asking if he wanted to sit on our side and have a drink. He almost apologized for taking up too much of our time, and seemed ready to say goodnight when I said:
“We are having fun, join us.”
Cindy had put a light shawl on over her shoulders for a little warmth, but otherwise stayed naked.
I made some drinks, Ken brought over the rum.
This time it was Ken who brought up the thing about Cindy and the big black cock thing.
Cindy said that: “Yeah, it was fun, but not really my thing. Don’t get me wrong, I like big cock, I like how it feels, I just don’t care what color it is.”
She could say that in front of Ken without making him feel bad, Ken’s cock was of a good size. Remember she had touched it “briefly.”
“We are fairly relaxed and adventuresome on sexual things.” She giggled and continued: “as you can tell from tonight.”
Just as the conversation was stalled, Cindy moved over closer to him and grabbed his cock and started gently stroking it.
“You ok with this?” Cindy asked.
“oh yeah.” he said.
“It’s getting a tad chilly out here, shall we go inside?”
“Sure.” Ken and I both said as we walked in leaving the slider and curtain open.
I looked over at the alcove with our king sized bed. Cindy had turned down the cover and the sheet. She knew what was coming down the pike and had as always done her planning.
One small table lamp was on, we sat on the couch in the living area. I’m sure Ken saw the turned down bed too,
Cindy sat between us. I started kissing Cindy and fondling one of her tits, purposely avoiding her pussy, leaving that for Ken to approach. Cindy had one hand on my cock, one hand on Ken’s and were both hard again. Ken sort of rubbed his hand on Cindy’s thigh a bit then must have thought:
“What the hell.”
and he put his hand on her pussy, and a couple of fingers went into her slit. The area between those pussy lips was already very wet and lubricated.
Cindy wiggled her legs a bit making them a little further apart to give him better access.
After a minute or so of that, Cindy got up, parted Ken’s legs and went on her knees between them and grabbed his now fully erect cock and started rubbing the tip with her tongue, slowly opening her mouth and allowing the whole thing to slide between her lips. I watched and with the other hand, Cindy continued to stroke my cock. Her mouth worked up and down his cock.
Again, with Cindy in complete control of two cocks, she said that we might be a little more comfortable on the bed.
I cant remember anyone objecting.
There is a certain protocol when another guy and you are going to fuck your wife, he for the first time. As much as the average guy is more than content with a blowjob especially where a women swallows, there is a preference for the new guest to ejaculate his first load into her cunt. I’m not sure why or who wrote that into law, that’s just the way it is. And if a guy has a certain understanding of that protocol he should go down on her first, bringing her to an O before he sticks his cock in her. So with this rule book in mind Cindy lay on the bed first, tits up diagonally across the bed leaving him with the most room possible to be comfortable while going down on her. I went up near the head of the bead, and although she could play with my cock this way, I knew to leave her concentrate on getting her pussy eaten and get her O so I wasnt going to push for an A level blow job at this moment.
As anticipated he went down on her and by the motions that Cindy was making he seemed to know what he was doing. It didn’t take long before she tensed up and breathed hard and told us both in so many grunts that she had her O. She reached down to help slip his cock into her now red, wet and very sensitive vagina. During his thrusts, Cindy took a more active role in the happiness of my cock and I forget who came first. It doesnt matter.
We rested, we had another drink, we sat on the sofa again.
It was a while, but Cindy sensed that his cock was coming back to life. A few hand strokes and a smile between them confirmed it. Now for a Cindy blowjob. We stayed on the couch as I watched Cindy kneel down on the floor again, between his legs, and put his cock, still wet from his cum and her pussy into her mouth and worked her magic with her tongue, her lips, and her hands on his cock and his balls. It wasn’t long before she felt the emminent spasm and furiously speeded up the hand action, but never letting her tongue and lips off at least the tip of his cock. I could tell the instant that first spurt must have hit her tongue. She stayed down on his cock until she sensed she had taken the very last drop.
All he could say is: “Wow, thank you.”
She said: “You’re welcome
We chatted a few minutes more then he left.
During the rest of the week, the four of us occasionally chatted over a drink, a jerk chicken sandwich or a buffet of fruit. I’m not sure he said anything to Charlene about Sunday night. I kept my distance fearful that Charlene might want to “do me” at some point if she had known. I certainly did not want to fuck her and I felt a little sad that Ken had to and did not have someone like Cindy in his life.
Ken admitted to Cindy at some point that he had gone home that night and proceeded to work himself into a third orgasm. Cindy teasingly told him he should have called for help.
“That’s what good neighbors are for.” she had said.
Ken had said: “Yeah I can just see that…” “Hi Kip, sorry to bother you but is Cindy available to come over for a few minutes, getting another damned erection.”
“Oh sure Ken, I’ll ask her… Hey Honey….”
“Why not? Cindy had answered: “It’s what makes these adventures memorable”
Cindy asked him if Charlene was going to any more black cock events during the week.
He had smiled and told her he was going to encourage it.
The next morning, Cindy and I were at the nudie beach, Cindy was on her back, pussy area shiny from sun screen oil, perhaps a little sweat and perhaps a little of that internal fluid from the excitement of knowing her pussy was exposed, pussy lips a little puffy and red from the night before.
Suddenly, we heard: “Hi guys”, looked up and saw the two couples from the parrot club. The guys were so obviously stareing at Cindy’s pussy. The wives were still holding towels and small bags in front of them. I was looking at their tits.
“Put your towels down, join us.” I said.
They did.
All four of them lay on their stomachs. The wives for modesty and the husbands to hide their growing erections. It wasn’t long until one of the wives flipped over and looked at me for a moment, smiling.
This was going to be a fun week.