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An Afternoon in the Sun

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An Afternoon in the Sun by
Anonymous

My wife and I had always talked about being adventurous and spending aweek at a nude resort, someplace where we would be free to be a littlenaughty and enjoy letting our exhibitionistic tendencies emerge. We hadfinally gotten up the nerve to do it.
Our choice was a resort located on the island of St Maarten in theCaribbean. We had been to Orient Beach several times and sunbathed inthe nude once, but we were looking forward to spending a week at theresort there. As we arrived and signed in at the desk, we felt slightlyout of place being the only couple in the office wearing clothing.
We unloaded our bags and after some hesitancy, gathered the courage toremove our clothes and venture out to explore the grounds. It seemedthat most people were veterans to the naturalist lifestyle. You couldtell they were comfortable with their bodies, not concerned with ourcurious looks. I am sure it was obvious to most that we werenewcomers. After exploring for a bit we decided to spend a few minuteslying on the beach catching the last few rays of the day.
As we headed out to the beach we passed another couple who were headingback to their room. They were an attractive young couple and there wassomething wonderfully natural about walking past each others nudebodies, being able to admire their nakedness and granting them the rightto admire ours. We smiled at them and they smiled back. They seemedvery nice. We commented that it might be nice if we ran into them againduring our stay. I wondered what it would be like to make friends withother people when they were naked. I wondered if the sexuality wouldget in the way? I knew that it shouldnt, but my first thought as I hadseen this woman was how attractive her body was and I could not help butwonder what she was like sexually.
As we continued out onto the beach we found many empty chairs as peoplehad started to leave the beach for the day. We walked down the beach abit and found two lounge chairs facing the sun. We lifted the chairbacks slightly and stretched out in the Caribbean air. As we lay therelooking around at the other sunbathers I realized why people came toclothing optional resorts. There was a wonder freedom in the air.
I enjoy lying in the late afternoon sun. I can enjoy the dwindling raysof the sun, and dose off without worrying about a burn. As I closed myeyes, my wife opened her book and continued reading. It was one ofthose sexy love stories that if it were food, would be an hors d'oeuvre,enough to whet your appetite but leaving you hungry for more.
As she lay there reading, she became aware of the two young men talkingnearby. They were close enough to hear but not quite close enough tounderstand what they were saying. She guessed they were probably intheir late twenties or early thirties. They were both attractive andfrom their all over tans she decided that they had been to this beachoften. She could not help admiring their bodies, slim, muscular andwell built. She thought how nice this was to be able to see their nakedforms, free of the limitations of bathing suits. She could not helptaking a moment from her book to visually explore their handsome bodies.
One looked rather tall with dark hair and quite athletic, kind of a MarkSpitz type. Her eyes were drawn to his thick dark pubic hair. Hisadequate penis extended up slightly before curving down between hislegs. The other man was a little smaller, also with dark hair. Shecould not see his penis because he had one leg raised but it did providea clear view of the soft rounded pouch holding his testicles. Shethought how nice it was, this sunbathing in the nude.
She wondered what they were talking about. They seemed to be goodfriends as there was a constant give and take to their conversation.She wondered if they had noticed her, if they had checked her out theway she had them. What had they thought of her naked body. She decidedthat they were enjoying her presence, as they seemed to glance her wayevery minute or so.
She liked the fact that they were looking at her. It made her feeldesirable as a woman. She knew that she was very committed to herhusband, but it was nice to be wanted by another man. She wonderedwhether they found her physically attractive. She knew that she was nolonger single, no longer free to pursue men at will, but as she thoughtabout the limitations that her marriage had place upon her, shereassured herself that she had made the right decision.
She knows that I am not bothered by her thoughts of other men so shetook the opportunity to enjoy the moment without feeling guilty. Shecontinued to hold her book, as if she was reading, but she allowed hermind to drift, to imagine what might happen if she was able to act uponher desires.
Her dark sunglasses hid the fact that her eyes were now fixed upon heradmirers. She watched as they talked and noticed how often they lookedat her. She could feel her heart pound a little as she lay there,totally naked, allowing these two strangers to explore her body withtheir eyes. She was enjoying it and could almost feel their glances,like hands upon her body. She decided to lower her book a little, toallow them a better view of her firm breasts. She lowered it slowly, sothey wouldnt notice. She did not want them to know just how much shewanted them to see her breasts.
She watched their reaction as the conversation lulled for a moment asthey allowed their eyes to linger. She could feel their eyes as sheallowed them to explored her bosom. She imagined their fingers, gentlystroking her tender breasts, feeling their roundness, and lightlypinching her erect nipples. She could feel the excitement mountinginside her.
She wanted them to see more. Did she dare continue? She was nervous.Was she scared or was it excitement? Her heart was pounding withanticipation. She decided that if she stopped now, she would alwaysregret giving in to her apprehensions.
Pretending to shift to a more comfortable position, she uncrossed herlegs and spread her knees slightly. She did not want to appeardeliberate, more like a woman comfortable enough with herself to allowher private parts to become public to anyone wishing to look. She couldfeel her legs tremble slightly, as if she were trying to decide how muchto expose.
She looked away from the two, somewhat afraid to see the consequences ofher last action. Like a gambler who can not bring himself to look atthe dice he has just rolled. After a minute or two she summoned thecourage to return her eyes to her admirers.
They sat in silence, clearly focused on the sight that had just beenrevealed to them. Their casual glances had turned into concentration.She had drawn them to her. They had blocking out the rest of the world,choosing instead to surrender to her alone. She could feel the passionbuild as she allowed their eyes to explore her, as no eyes had donebefore.
She did not even know the names of these two and yet she was sharing herpassion with them. There was a certain safety in the anonymity, asafety that allowed her to discover herself as she revealed that self tothem. She wondered how much passion remained hidden beneath herinhibitions. She wanted to know.
The limits of her sexuality had always been unknown to her and tofinally let that passion loose was like allowing a tulip bulb, buriedbeneath the winter turf to finally emerge in the spring and reveal abeautiful flower. As she spread her legs further, it was as though shewas revealing a dozen long stem roses that had been hidden deep withinher. They were bursting forth from her moisture for these two men tosee.
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two men. Neither wantedto speak of what was happening, afraid that acknowledging it might bringit to an end. As if watching a deer in a meadow they sat as silentspectators.
Feeling surprisingly comfortable with the situation, my wife decided topush on in her quest. Her body had developed a hunger to be touched.First, by her admirers eyes but now she yearned for more. There was nowa craving between her legs, a hunger for contact, a physical need. Shewanted to touch herself as she sometimes did when she was alone and feeling wonderfully selfish.
She shifted the book into one hand, freeing the other to explore hernaked breasts. Her heart pounded as she realized that she was going tostimulate herself in front of two total strangers, something she hadonly done in front of her husband. She hesitated slightly, afraid tolet them know just how good it felt to touch herself.
She gently ran her fingertips over her eager breasts, teasing them toexcitement. She lightly pinched her erect nipples, one and then theother, as if she were trying to satisfy them both. She turned herattention back to her onlookers and was surprised by the erections thatwere emerging from their groins. She felt her excitement surge as iftheir passion was now added to hers.
The emotion swelling within her was almost overwhelming as she fought tocontrol her gentle moans. She wanted these men. She wanted theirhardness. As she stared at their now full erections she wondered whatit would be like to have them inside of her. She had had many men overthe years, but she had never been with two men at once. She would oftenfantasized about it when she touched herself, but it had not yet becomea reality. She wondered what it would feel like to have them bothinside her at once, one man in her mouth and one in her vagina. Shewondered if that would fully satisfy this hunger she was feeling.
Her desire continued to build as she stared at their hard penises. Itwas if they were begging to be touched, to be held, to be stroked. Hermouth watered at the thought of running her tongue over the soft skin oftheir throbbing erections. She longed to take them between her lips,and tasting their salty flavor. She put down her book, no longerwanting to hide behind it and freed her other hand to touch hersensation starved body.
She wasted no time in moving it to her awaiting pubic hair. It wasmoist. As she spread her legs further she could feel her wetnessrunning down her legs. She wished her admirers could add their moistureto hers. She imagined them thrusting into her, filling her with theircum. She wanted them to know her hunger.
She could feel her clitoris swell, aching to be massaged, to berelieved. Her fingers pulled back her outer lips, revealing her openingto her onlookers. She wanted them to see all of her. She could feeltheir looks as they pierced deep within her.
She dipped her fingers into herself lubricating them with the naturalliquids within. The gentle touch awakened a new hunger from within hervagina. Reluctantly she moved her glistening fingers to her anxiousclit, being careful to hold her lips apart with the other hand. Shewanted them to see her fully.
She started slowly, teasing her eager clitoris to its full firmness.She lightly stroked its tip, feeling it swell as the tension built. Shespread her legs farther, allowing her feet to drop to the warm sandwrapping her legs around the chair as if it were a lover. The motion ofher hand became faster, more rhythmic. She thrust her hips upward as ifto throw her passion across the beach to her observers.
She could feel the tension building within her abdomen. She paused amoment to give herself full permission to complete the task before herwith all the passion that lay within her. She thrust her fingers intoherself as if to show the two the tightness that she could offer a man.Her muscles gripped them almost preventing their withdrawal.
She knew that the moment was near. Her body now tense and rigid feltlike it would soon explode. Her breathing was deep and throaty. Likethe animal that was emerging from within her, her moans were not words,but only sounds yet fully understood by her listeners.
Her hand moved from side to side, stimulating her at a pace that couldnot last. She would lose her mind if she did not orgasm soon. Her legswere shaking uncontrollably and every muscle in her body was filled withher passion. Her stimulations were at that point between pleasure andpain. Wanting to stop because of the pain but unwilling to give up thepleasure she was receiving.
The moment was here. As she thrust her hips skyward, as if to drawpleasure from the sky, her onlookers were treated to a magnificent viewof her vagina in all its glory, opened wide as if to welcome theirentry. Her passion exploded, filling every corner of her body with herlong sought after reward. The feeling of total ecstasy and completeabandon engulfed her entire being. Her orgasm lasted for what seemedlike an eternity. The best she had ever experienced.
She lay there for several minutes, her heart continuing to pound, notquite believing what she had just done. She lay there in wonder. Whowas this person she had released? Would her life ever be the same? Hadshe made a mistake? She was reassured as she looked over at her twoadmirers who smiled as if to say Thank you. Her regrets vanishedcompletely as we gathered our towels and started back to our room.
We felt a special closeness and held each other near as we walked arm inarm across the sand. My wife had a wonderful feeling of contentmentabout her. I had been reminded once again why I loved and trusted herso. I realized again how happy I was that she was my wife.
As we walked past the two men, she brought a smile to my lips onceagain, as she turned to them and whispered Ill see you againtomorrow.