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Subject: {ASSM} A day at the beach (MMM/Wife)
Date: Sun, 26 May 2002 19:10:02 -0400
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*  Title: A day at the beach
*
*  Author: Leon Bem
*  Mail: LeonBem@everymail.net
*
*  Story code: MMM/wife, cons
*
*  The contents of the following story are of a graphically sexual
*  nature. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely
*  coincidental as I have changed all names. This story is intended
*  for ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of consent in your
*  local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP
*  READING NOW.
* 
*  BTW: please forgive me for bad grammar or spelling. 
*  As you will already have guessed I am not a native writer



A day at the beach
------------------

"Aw common..."

she begged in her very own style. If Corinna didn't got what she
wanted she used all her physical attributes to drive me crazy, licking
her pout and twinkling brought attention to her beautiful
blue eyes and her sensuous lips. Curly black hair framed her fine
face. 

However, her body was quite the contrary to her aristocratic and
delicately chiseled features. To be honest, a model agency would
never hired my wife. Her breast were exorbitantly large and even if
she was only 23 years old they were "heavy hangers", almost touching
her belly button, but nevertheless quite voluminous. The same held
with her butt which was by far to large for a model career even though
it was very firm from regular riding. To summarize, her body had a
somewhat negroid shape.

But let's get back to the story: it was hot last year and the summer
showed its best side. My wife and me are from northern part of Germany
and not blessed with to much sunny days. Due to problems I had at my
job we could not make holidays last year in sunny southern Europe and
therefore Corinna insisted to make at least a short trip to the sea in
Germany. In principle I agreed but she proposed to go to a certain
beach were nudism was mandatory. Personally I am a fan of nudist
beaches, in most cases they are much cleaner and not so overcrowded as
normal beaches. Before marrying Corinna I was a regular visitor of
such beaches (never as a voyeur!). Originally belonging to species of
the 'shy wives' her proposal was quite surprising to me. Now being
married since five years I spent at least the first three to 'defrost'
her sexually and still had some problems to convince her for example
to make photos when we are fucking (which is a hobby of mine) or to
use a small dildo up her ass during screwing her vagina.  But even if
we end up at the regular bikini beach because she would change her
mind within the last minutes it was a good idea.

"...so what. OK, let's go babe"

I articulated my last thoughts and packed some stuff for the
trip. After three hours of driving on the jammed Autobahn and further
two hours finding a parking lot we made it.

I grabbed the heavy packed insulated lunch bag and some more utilities
and walked straightforward towards the nudist beach. As expected she
began to make some bitchy comments on the people in front of us
indicating that she now changed her mind. I was fed up with her
everchanging moods:

"It's enough. I will drive home instantly 
if you do not pull yourself together... 
it's ridiculous ... always the same ..."

I will not go into further details which will certainly bore you. I
cooled down and argued on the soft way. 

"Look baby, everyone is busy with oneself, nobody will look at us or
will make embarrassing comments"

In the end I could convince her that her 'sudden resentment' is
misplaced. However, she pouted lying naked on her belly and browsed to
a recent issue of her Cosmo.

I didn't care. The cooling box was stuffed with my favorite beer and I
downed the first few cans without hesitation. We were sitting in the
center of dune slack. The sand wall around us was approximately ten to
twenty feet tall, so that we were isolated against the rest of the
beach. The slack gave room for us and a handful of neighbors, mostly
retirees, young families with kids and two or three singles.  With
respect to the 'decent neighborhood' Corinna became more
courageous. She rose and sat cross-legged in front of me.

"Nice here. Would you please hand me beer?"

He mood seemed to improve. I gave her a can and smiled inwardly: yet
two beer and Corinna will behave as she always has been a nudist.

"Why are you grinning so dumb?"

"Aw, nothing" I answered and peeked between her firm legs that
splitted her labiae. Before we went to the beach she had trimmed her
black bush to a small strip that barely covered her outer lips. She
assumed that the shave was the reason for my grinning and asked me
again a little bit timid if I didn't like it. "Babe, I like everything
on you" and I meant what I said. I loved her from the very beginning
and her physical appearance still gives me hard-on after all these
years of routine. She was a dream-girl and not only to me. After
sitting there for quite a while I discovered that the so-called decent
family men were also connoisseurs looking thievishly from behind their
newspapers at her firm butt and her big, natural tits.

At about four o' clock in the afternoon our neighborhood thinned
out. The sun was still intense but now we could lie there without
sunshade. After the fifth beer I had to visit the restroom which was
outside our dune slack a few hundred yards to go. When I came back
only two, obviously gay, fellows were there near our camp. Both were
seamlessly tanned and in excellent shape. They were lying on their
bellies and had a hand on each others ass crack.  I passed their place
and recognized that they have started a conversation with Corinna.

"Hey, there he is..."

Corinna pointed at me. Both guys, in the mid twenties, nodded
friendly. Corinna finished her third can (of German beer, which is
twice as strong as American beer) and even opened up the next one.

"Do you like a beer?"

"Yes, thank you" said the taller one. He stood up and presented his
athletic body.  Not without envy I saw that even his limp member was
exorbitant in size. He came over and Corinna kneeled in front of the
cooler box.  She showed us lewd view as she bent over the box. Her
firm cheeks lifted and exposed her slit partially. Her heavy tits were
swinging and were touching the sand. The large nipples left small pits. 

"Why don't you guys come over here?"

Corinna was in full cry. She wasn't used to alcohol and the high
temperatures were increasing her tipsiness. The smaller guy now came
over also. They introduced themselves as Stefan and Thorsten. Stefan
the smaller one was an open and humorous guy and "conquested" Corinna
after a few minutes of small-talk. He was completely shaved except for
his flaxen hair on his head. His nipples were pierced and his (average
sized) uncircumcized dick was thwarted by large testicles.

We all sat crossed legged, talking and joking while drinking the rest
of our beer. At six, the sun settled behind the dunes, our beer
reservoir was gone and Stefan went over to their place to get a bottle
of red wine which they have brought. Without any second thought we
drank directly out of the bottle. Thorsten and me found out that a few
years before we worked in the same software company.  Stefan and
Corinna talked about the recent news from the gutter press. It was
quite a nice atmosphere.

Some time later Corinna stood up, obviously with some difficulties,
apologized herself and went at most three yards away from us. She
squatted and peed in a large stream. I was quite loaded but still
embarrassed about her behavior. Corinna's glass-eyed look excused her
a little bit but such an intimate exercise should not be performed in
front of strangers I thought. Especially when showing her pissing
snatch directly into our view.

"Corinna, please..."

I shouted. Stefan stood up also, likewise unstable on his feet and
walked to Corinna:

den Beinen- und lallte Corinna solidarisch zu:

"It's OK Corinna. You don't have to be ashamed"

he shouted solidary. He squatted beside her pissed and provocatively in our
direction.

Corinna giggled and nudged him. Light headed as he was, Stefan was
easily brought out of balance and fell awkwardly on his side. We could
see that he was completely depilated even his sack and his anus were
naked. Corinna glanced to his crotch.

"Don't that itch?"

Corinna asked avowedly still peeing.

"No, not as long as you shave it daily"

"You shave your testicles every day? 
But that must take a lot of time"

asked Corinna naive.

"It simply feels good!"

answered Thorsten instead of Stefan and twinkled to Corinna. Finally
Corinna stopped peeing. She had created a small puddle in the sand in
front of her. She turned around and carefully fondled Stefan's pubic
bone who still did not stood up.

"Naw, this is not too smooth"

"Sure" answered Stefan and took her hand rubbing it against his large sack. 

"Yeah, right, here it is very smooth"

Now I understood. In her dizzy mind she try to find a false pretense
to get laid by Stefan. Stefan on the other hand was not as gay as I
have assumed and very slowly his dick swell. A big glans slipped from
his foreskin.

"Oops, sorry" 

Corinna smiled. 

"how embarrassing...'

lied Stefan. 

"It's OK Stefan. You don't have to be ashamed"

answered Corinna in accordance to the previous sentence from
Stefan. We laughed but some strange -but not uncomfortable- atmosphere
was developing. Corinna looked at me. Her delicate face was reddened
by the sun, the alcohol and her excitement. It seemed like she wanted
absolution from me for her intentions. I was insecure, groupsex? I
have fantasized about it before but we never had talked about it...
I agreed, what I never would have done when I would have been sober. I
nodded to her as a sign of my acceptance. From the corner of my eyes I
could see that same non-verbal correspondence was done by Stefan and
Thorsten. Obviously Stefan received his absolution also and taunted:

"You use a machete to deal with your bush, don't you?"

he exaggerated and softly touched Corinna's strip of hair at her pubic
bone. Corinna closed her eyes. Her body trembled slightly. 

Stefan became breezier and ran his fingers down to her large
labiae. Without further comments she took his fully erect penis in her
small hand and wanked him slowly. Her fingers barely embraced his
shaft and pulled back the foreskin from his large fleshy pinky
glans. From my view I could see perfectly that her cunt was very wet
(certainly not only from peeing). She now sat again cross legged an
gave Thorsten and me an optimal sight of her snatch.

As I turned around to see Thorsten's reaction I have lost my first
persuasion that both guys were completely gay. Thorsten's tool was
fully extended and about 11 inches long. I look down to my crotch and
admitted to myself that despite my erection I could not compete with
them in size. Thorsten stood up and settled right in front my wife's
face. Corinna's eyes widened as she realized what Thorsten has offered
her. She grabbed his rod with her free hand and began shaking it in
the same tempo as Stefan's dick. My last hope was that Thorsten would
surrender his "natural" desires and humped Stefan after being
stimulated by Corinna. Then it would be my turn. But Corinna took the
initiative and turned around offering Thorsten her delicate slit from
behind. Thorsten did not hesitate a second, he softly drilled his
enormous organ into her steamy cunt.  When he pulled it out I could
see that it was covered with her fuck fluids indicating her
excitement. She still wanked Stefan's tool and led it softly to her
lewdly opened lips. The clementine sized glans required all her skills
to place it in her small mouth.

Stefan rolled with his eyes. He sighed when Corinna used her free hand
(she leaned on the other one) and fumbeled his heavy sack and his
asshole.

I still sat in front of the 'menage a trois' and watched the show. It
looked like a porn-production. Beside her butt and her tits Corinna
had a rather slim body and both men were well-trained handsome
guys. My wife a porn slut, what a difference a day makes, I
thought.

Thorsten impressing physiology was disappointed by a rather average
stamina. After less then five minutes of slow pumping he breathed
heavily and dropped down on the back of Corinna. Corinna's body
language show her displeasedness. Like mad she drove her butt against
his body. 

"I need a break" 

Thorsten sighed kneeling behind Corinna. Slowly he pulled out his
rather limp cucumber. Corinna try to grab his dick from beneath but
could not hold his slippery tool between her manicured
fingers. Thorsten simply let himself fall backward and panted lying in
the sand.

Still having the eighth-ball glans in her mouth she looked at me
signalizing I should finish Thorsten's work. I liked her dominant way
when fucking. I placed myself behind her and slipped easily in her
still widened and dripping pussy. One jerk and I have pushed my cock
to the hilt into her odorous cunt. Corinna was worried to miss out her
orgasm and used her free hand now to rub her clit. But Thorsten was
quite a gentleman and turned his head under her pelvis and licked her
protruding magic button. However, Thorsten's position alarmed me as he
must have had a perfect sight of my genitals and as by chance he
touched my balls from below. Corinna took the opportunity and grabbed
his limp rod and sucked it instead of Stefan's. Corinna was a big fan
of oral sex and quite a pro. She even was capable to lead a fastidious
faggot back to the path of virtue. Thorsten's member was upswelling
again.

As Thorsten laid sidewise Stefan pushed himself under Corinna and
banished Thorsten from Corinna's steamy cunt. He shoved his organ in
her still widened opening that I have reserved for myself. No
question, Corinna's juices were enough for both of us but as a
straight guy that I am I felt rather uncomfortable. "Without a
struggle" I withdrew my cock and looked for alternatives. Of course
only her snapping asshole remained. She liked being stimulated anally
but in several 'experiments' she found out that penetration was to
painful for her (except for small dildos) and therefore
rejected. Anyway, after considering her level of excitement I decided
that it was the right time to have another try.

Thorsten's cock filled her mouth and additionally he held her head
between his hands, so that she could only grunt in discontent as I
shoved my glans into her tight sphincter. Even though my dick was
small and well-greased it was a hard job for me and of course for
her. The solution of the problem stood right beside me. A grabbed the
suntan lotion (Corinna did not use a protection but a tanning oil) and
squirted it on my shaft. After a few careful movements I slid into her
anus smoothly. Through the thin membrane I felt Stefan and we
automatically adapted our rhythms. I was surprised that even without
an enema it was quite a clean action to fuck her this way.

Corinna relaxed and bucked in the tempo of our thrusts. It was
fantastic. From time to time I had to refresh the lubricant. Corinna
grunted unusually loud and obviously enjoyed our treatment. I grabbed
her slim waist with both hands and could see her big firm buttocks
slapping at my groin. As I looked down sideways I could see that
Stefan pressed together Corinna's boobies and licked her large nipples
simultaneously. She began increasing the pace and Stefan and me tried
keep it up. The tempo was furious and our bodies were covered with
sweat. 

I knew she reached climax when her sphincter contracted and she jerked
as a donkey. She withdrew Thorsten's cock from her mouth and moaned
loudly. Almost roughly she continued wanking Thorsten's rod
non-rhythmically. Thorsten did not care, under heavy panting he almost
instantly squirted in her ecstatic face.  I could not withhold myself
and shot load after load into the depth of her asshole.

Stefan also had only a few thrusts to go and moaned loud as he came. I
thought I even could feel the jets of streaming sperm through the
membrane that seperated our dicks.

We rolled off Corinna's body. She collapsed totally exhausted with a
lewd smile on her face. From her body openings flew small runlets of
our juices. During snoozing I recognized two voyeurs at the peak of
one dune. Too lazy from exhaustion and satisfaction I did not care...

Epilog- Driving home we did not talk to much. One day later we had a
good and open discussion about what happened and what kind of
consequences we wanted take from it. It ended with a plan for the next
weekend... of course we will visit our new friends... at the beach.


If you liked this adventure (or not), please let me know at
LeonBem@everymail.net







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