A Secret Fuck on the Beach, (a true story) - Sex Stories

A Secret Fuck on the Beach, (a true story)

I walked in front of my husband, he was carrying the necessary beach bags, as I trudged on my bare feet revelling in the soft white sand, feeling the heat radiate and warm my inner thighs, a few degrees cooler than everywhere else, as the Sun mercilessly bathed me in its radiant glow. Beneath my dark shades I scanned the empty beach for an opportunity, my mind was looking for another man who might also appreciate my presence, and as I searched with eyes, my body ached and panicked, should there not be another, 'Darling', my poor husband whimpered, 'why can't we just bathe here', he continued, he could also see that we were the only ones on the beach, this early in the morning? To my left there was the Palms and the long rushes and grasses, with the beach falling away down to the waters edge, at a gentle slope, about 15m of sand separated both edges, and as I looked along the beaches edge, I saw a movement, and my heart skipped a beat, a coloured towel, and a single person, in bathing shorts. I stopped and turned to look at my husband trudging up behind me, he looked washed out, still recovering from his late night parting, 'OK darling', I said, we can set down around here, and I turned and continued walking towards the man I spotted moments ago, happy to see he had disappeared again, and not arouse any complaints from my husband. We were now about 30m from where I last saw him and I changed my direction to obtusely arrive at the sand and undergrowths edge, the stranger ...

... would be about 15m from us now, close enough for him to see us, I could feel myself wet, at the thought of him looking at me, as I planed to be naked, and hide nothing. 'Here boy', I called out jokingly to my husband, as he struggled on with the cooler and the beach ware, I was calling out to make sure the other man knew there was a female close by, and he might want to look. We both spread out the three large towels, and my husband sat down on the beach cooler, 'Want a coke', he asked, sweating, 'I take a beer, I said, noting he was blissfully unaware of anyone else being near us. He handed me the beer and I took a deep draft, emptying almost half the bottle, and immediately undid my kaftan, which when caught by the wind, blew off in the direction of where the man could have been. I stood tall and statuesque, just a thong separated me from total nudity, 'Jesus', uttered my fucked up husband', as he rose again to retrieve my light kaftan. 'Wait', I interjected, 'I will get it, I'm going to dip myself in the water', and he sat down again, my heart was thumping, I was praying he was there and would see me, my nipples ached, with the heat from the sun, and the longing to be suckled by a man who was desperate to suck them. I walked off after my kaftan, donning my straw bonnet, and feeling naked as the breeze flowed over my nude curves, the small triangular patch covering my cunt, wetted with each step, I never felt so wanton as I did at that moment, my eyes hidden behind the huge ...