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From: "Leon" <LeonBem@everymail.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} REV  A day at the beach (MMM/Wife)
Date: Wed, 29 May 2002 16:10:02 -0400
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Dear all,

I have attached a revision of the story 
"A day at the beach (MMM/Wife)" concerning syntactical, grammar 
and word choice improvement by KAYGEE who 
is gratefully acknowledged!

Ciao 

Leon


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*  Title: A day at the beach
*
*  First Revision May 2002: 
*        Syntactical, grammar and word choice improvement
*        by KAYGEE who is gratefully acknowledged!   
*
*  Author: Leon Bem
*  Mail: LeonBem@everymail.net
*  Homepage: http://de.internations.net/leon/
*  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.
* 
*  

 Day At The Beach
------------------

"Aw, come on...", she begged, in her very own style. If Corinna didn't
get what she wanted, she used all her physical attributes to drive me
crazy.  Licking her pouting lips and twinkling her eyes brought
attention to her beautiful blue eyes and her sensuous mouth. Curly
black hair framed her fine face.

However, her body was quite a contrast to her aristocratic and
delicately chiseled features. To be honest, a model agency would never
have hired my wife. Her breasts were exorbitantly large, and even at
23 years old they were "heavy hangers", almost touching her belly
button, and quite voluminous. The same held true for with her butt,
which was by far too large for a modeling 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 I are from the northern part of
Germany and not blessed with too many sunny days. Due to problems I
had at my job, we could not take holidays last year in sunny southern
Europe.  Therefore, Corinna insisted that we make at least one short
trip to the sea in Germany. I agreed, but she proposed to go to a
certain beach were nudism was mandatory.

Personally, I am a fan of nudist beaches; they are usually much
cleaner and not as overcrowded as normal beaches. Before marrying
Corinna, I was a regular visitor at such beaches, and never as a
voyeur!  Since she originally belonged to the species of shy wives,
her proposal was quite surprising to me. We have now been married for
five years, and I spent at least the first three defrosting her
sexually.  I still had some problems: for example, convincing her to
make photos when we are fucking, which is a hobby of mine, or to use a
small dildo up her ass while I was screwing her vagina.  But even if
we ended up at the regular bikini beach because she might change her
mind at the last minutes, at least she had a good idea.

"...Aw, okay. 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 a further two hours finding a parking lot, we
arrived.

I grabbed the heavy, packed, insulated lunch bag and some more
necessities and walked straight towards the nudist beach. As I had
expected, my wife began to make some bitchy comments about the people
in front of us, indicating that she now changed her mind. I was fed up
with her everchanging moods, and said, "That's enough. I will drive
home instantly if you do not pull yourself together....this is
ridiculous....always the same...."

Then I cooled down and reasured her.  "Look baby, everyone is busy
with themselves.  Nobody will look at us or will make embarrassing
comments"

In the end I convinced her that her sudden resentment was
misplaced. However, she still pouted while lying naked on her belly
and browsing through a recent issue of Cosmo.

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

"It's nice here. Would you please hand me a beer?"

Her mood seemed to improve. I gave her a can and smiled to myself:
Another two beers and Corinna would behave as though she has always
been a nudist.

"Why are you wearing such a foolish grin?", she asked.

"Aw, nothing", I answered and peeked between her firm legs, which
framed 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 timidly if I didn't like it. "Babe, I like
everything about you", and I meant what I said. I loved her from the
very beginning, and her physical appearance still gives me a 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
decent family men were also connoisseurs, looking secretly 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
a few hundred yards outside our dune slack. When I came back, there
were only only two, obviously gay, fellows 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 them and
realized that they had started a conversation with Corinna.

"Hey, there he is..."

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

"Would you like a beer?"

"Yes, thank you" said the taller one. He stood up and displayed his
athletic body.  Not without envy, I saw that his member was exorbitant
in size even when limp. He came over, and Corinna kneeled in front of
the cooler.  She gave us a lewd view as she bent over the box. Her
firm cheeks lifted and partially exposed her slit. Her heavy tits were
swinging and 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; he conquered Corinna
after a few minutes of small talk. He was completely shaved except for
the flaxen hair on his head. His nipples were pierced and his average-
sized, uncircumcized dick was flanked by large testicles.

We all sat cross-legged, talking and joking while drinking the rest of
our beer. By six, the sun had settled behind the dunes, our beer
reservoir was gone, and Stefan had gone over to their spot to get a
bottle of red wine which they had brought. Without any second thought
we drank it directly out of the bottle. Thorsten and I discovered that
a few years before we had 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 difficulty,
excused herself, and moved maybe three yards away from us. She
squatted and peed out a large stream. I was quite loaded but still
embarrassed about her behavior. Corinna's glassy-eyed look excused her
a little bit, but I felt that such an intimate exercise should not be
performed in front of strangers -- especially when exposing her
pissing snatch directly to our view.

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

"It's OK Corinna. You don't have to be ashamed", he shouted in
solidarity. He squatted beside her and pissed 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 at his crotch.

"Doesn'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 naively.

"It simply feels good!" answered Thorsten, instead of Stefan, and
winked at 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 while he remained on the ground.

"Naw, this is not very smooth", she said.

"Sure it is", answered Stefan, and took her hand and rubbed it against
his large sack.

"Yeah, right, here it is very smooth" she responded.

Now I understood. In her dizzy mind she was trying to find a cover for
getting laid by Stefan. Stefan, on the other hand, was not as gay as I
had assumed, and very slowly his dick swelled. The 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.  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; group sex? I
had fantasized about it before but we never had talked about it...  I
agreed, as I never would have when I was sober. I nodded to her as a
sign of my acceptance. From the corner of my eye I could see that same
non-verbal correspondence between 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 the strip of hair at Corinna's pubic bone. She
closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly.

Stefan became more casual and ran his fingers down to her large
labiae. Without further comment 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 pink
glans. From where I was I could see perfectly that her cunt was very
wet, certainly not only from peeing. She now sat again cross-legged
and gave Thorsten and me an optimal view of her snatch.

As I turned around to see Thorsten's reaction, I lost my first
impression that both guys were completely gay. Thorsten's tool was
fully extended and about 11 inches long. I looked down to my crotch
and admitted to myself that despite my erection I could not compete
with either of 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 offering her. She grabbed his rod with her free hand and
began stroking it in the same tempo as Stefan's dick. My hope was that
Thorsten would surrender to his "natural" desires and hump 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 gigantic glans required her to
use great skill to place it in her small mouth.

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

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

Thorsten's impressing physiology was betrayed by his rather average
stamina. After less then five minutes of slow pumping, he breathed
heavily and dropped down on Corinna's back. Corinna's body
language show her displeasure.  In a frenzy, she drove her butt back against
his body. 

"I need a break", Thorsten sighed, kneeling behind Corinna. Slowly he
pulled out his rather limp cucumber. Corinna tried 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 eight-ball glans in her mouth, she looked at me,
signaling that 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 had pushed my cock to
the hilt into her fragrant cunt. Corinna was afraid of missing her
orgasm and used her free hand now to rub her clit.  Thorsten was quite
a gentleman and moved 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; as if by chance, he
touched my balls from below. Corinna took advantage of his position
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 was apparently even
capable of leading a fastidious faggot back to the path of
virtue. Thorsten's member was swelling 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, which I had hoped to reserve for
myself. There was no question that Corinna's juices were enough for
both of us, but as a straight guy I felt rather uncomfortable. Without
a struggle, I withdrew my cock and looked for alternatives. Only her
snapping asshole remained. She liked being stimulated anally, but in
several 'experiments' she had found out that penetration was too
painful for her (except for small dildos) and therefore rejected
it. 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 he held her head between his
hands, so 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 to the
problem stood right beside me: I grabbed the suntan lotion (Corinna
used a tanning oil, not a sun screen) 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 coordinated our rhythms. I was surprised that even
without an enema she was clean enough to fuck her this way.

Corinna relaxed and bucked to the tempo of our thrusts. It was
fantastic. From time to time I had to refresh the lubricant. Corinna
grunted unusually loudly and obviously enjoyed our efforts. 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
to keep up. The speed was furious and our bodies were covered with
sweat.

I knew she had reached climax when her sphincter contracted and she
jerked like 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; while panting heavily he
squirted almost instantly in her ecstatic face.  I could not hold
myself back and shot load after load into the depth of her asshole.

Stefan also had only a few thrusts to go and moaned loudly as he
came. I thought I even could feel the jets of streaming sperm through
the membrane that separated 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 rivers of
our juices. While snoozing I spied two voyeurs at the peak of one
dune. Too fatigued from exhaustion and satisfaction, I did not care...

Epilog- Driving home we did not talk too much. One day later we had a
good and open discussion about what happened and what kind of
consequences we wanted to follow. We 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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