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She then sat upright to shake his hand next. Kaustub watched her tits wobble when she moved, then I noticed my wife was watching his cock swing and hang in her direct line of sight.
"Is this your first Time visiting a naturist beach?"
"Yes, is it that obvious," I frowned.
"You just need to be very careful. I've been coming here for over thirty-years. People do someTimes get involved in... you know... but it's greatly frowned upon by many. It could also get you into serious trouble."
"Sorry," my wife apologised. I looked at her disappointed. She had nothing to apologise to this guy for. He didn't own the beach, but I understood what he was saying.
"Thanks for the tip. It's duly noted. Is it often this quiet around here?" I needed to change the conversation slightly.
Kaustub stood confidently, not in an exhibitionist way, just relaxed and unfazed by what he caught us doing.
"It varies. Like I said, I've been coming here for over thirty years. Rarely have I seen more than a dozen naturists at any one Time. Most of us sunbathe here in the dunes. We're a friendly, chatty bunch, but please be careful in how you conduct yourselves." Kaustub chuckled. "You'll hear very few complaints from the men, but most of the women take their naturism extremely serious."
"Thanks." I warmed to Kaustub a little. He was giving us advice. I realised it could have been someone a lot less understanding.
"Are there Times when it's commonly busy?" Ramya wondered.
"Today is mild. Days like this it's usually empty at this end of the beach. The weather won't improve much this weekend, so it'll be quiet."
"Interesting," my wife smiled at me. Kaustub then grinned at Ramya, before giving her further advice.
"The majority of the local textiles don't approve of naturism. So when the weather is warmer most of us tend to stay here. As you can see, the dunes provide plenty of cover. I recommend you stay in this area. Nobody will bother you."
"Textiles?" Ramya frowned.
"Oh, sorry. Yes, textiles. That's what we naturists call people who wear clothes. It's not a nasty slur."
"Interesting." My wife mused when she said it this Time.
"Most people you see here will be polite and discreet. The talkative ones like me tend to say hello, chat for a few minutes, then leave you be. It's all natural and relaxed."
"Well, thank you, Kaustub. We greatly appreciate your advice. But I don't think we'll be doing this again. It was kind of a one off." I told him. My wife looked at me displeased.
"That's a shame. You seem to be a lovely couple. Enjoy the rest of your holiday and I wish you well."
"Same to you," I nodded.
"Goodbye, Kaustub. It was nice meeting you," my wife smiled and watched the old fella walk off through the dunes.
"Let's get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I've never been so embarrassed in my life."
"Wait!" Ramya grabbed my arm. "Let's stay for a bit longer. He's gone now."
"And what if he comes back? Or worse, what if more people come through here?"
"Stop being boring and relax, Ashok." My wife moaned. "We're on holiday. We've accidentally found a naturist beach. Where's your sense of adventure?"
"He caught you sucking me off! God knows how long he was standing there for!"
"I don't understand you someTimes." Ramya removed her hand, sulking as she led down on her towel.
"What?" I huffed.
"You fantasise about risky sex outdoors. Having me show off for other men. You even fantasise about me sleeping with other men. Yet you're bothered about being seen on a nudist beach."
"That's fantasy. This is real life."
"We're on holiday. Nobody knows us here. Let's just stay awhile and sunbathe naked."
"You really want to stay?"
"Yes. You were fine until... Kumar came along." My wife burst out laughing.
"Yeah, I thought you enjoyed that bit," I chuckled.
"Did you see the size of that thing?" she continued laughing, flat on her back in the corpse pose.
"He should have a license to be allowed to walk around with it hanging out in public. At least he won't get charged for carrying a concealed weapon." I laughed while Ramya was hysterical.
"Top me up with some sun lotion," she said, calming down. "Please can we stay for a little bit longer, Ashok," she creeped. "I'll finish what I started if you do."
"Didn't you hear what Kumar said," I chuckled, emphasising his name.
"Yeah, but he's gone now. It's just us again."
My wife sat up and I knelt behind her, topping her up with sun lotion. Running my hands all over her back, neck and shoulders, I started to become aroused again. Ramya was right. This was the closest I was ever likely to get to my fantasies. So why did I react the complete opposite when Kumar showed up?
Because fantasy has no boundaries. I reminded myself. We also control the situation and the people in our fantasies.
As I rubbed deeper, my actions gradually turned into a neck and shoulder massage. Ramya moaned softly, telling me how nice it felt. I then slipped my hands over the front of her shoulders and down her body. Smoothing over her tits, I found her nipples were hard. She gasped when I touched and rolled them gently.
Then, something changed inside me, and my cock hardened. "Lay down so I can do your legs and front."
My wife grinned and returned to the corpse pose. As I gently rubbed sun lotion into her legs, she grinned and opened them a little wider, flashing me her sweet, shaven cunt. I smirked, sliding my hands up the insides of her thighs before pulling back.
"Uhh," you tease," she smiled.
"I'm thinking we should have let Kumar stay and do this for you." I winked.
"You've changed your tune," she smiled again.
"Only because I know you fancied the look of that medieval fighting tool between his legs." We both laughed.
"That thing is way too big," Ramya giggled, but her eyes revealed curiosity.
"Perhaps," I surmised. "But I think you could handle it just fine in your hands and mouth."
"Stop being a pervert!"
"Open your hands, Ramya."
"What for?"
"I want you to rub sun lotion into your tits while I do your legs."
My wife grinned and opened her hands out together. I squirted enough for each of her globes before shifting right down her body to start at her feet.
As soon as I put my hands on my wife, I noticed out the corner of my eye, somebody in amongst the sand dune willows to our right. I paused, or rather froze. It wasn't Kumar. It was somebody else. I couldn't tell if he was a naturist or a textile, but he appeared topless.
"Are you ok?" my wife asked, preparing her hands to apply the sun lotion to her body.
My cock throbbed. "Yes, everything is fine." I then resumed rubbing and massaging her feet, knowing we had a voyeur standing and watching only a few metres away.
My wife dabbed the thick, white sun lotion onto her belly and tits, while my hands moved up to her shins and under to her calves. My heart started racing as I discreetly watched our voyeur thinking he was discreetly watching us.
My wife then closed her eyes with a soft sigh and gently rubbed her hands over her belly. Once the sun lotion was absorbed into the skin, she began to stroke her belly. I could see she was arousing herself. I continued on to the tops of her thighs.
The voyeur moved slightly out of the thick willow, for a better look, I assumed. I could see he was also an older man. He had a bald head and he looked fat, but I couldn't see much to confirm my judRamyaent without giving away my knowledge of his presence.
Ramya relaxed her thighs, opening them wider still, as she ran her fingertips over her rib cage. Listening to her quiet, erotic sighs, my cock twitched in the open air as my wife traced her fingers around the curve of her tits and then in between them.
The thick globs of sun lotion rested on her soft, naked tits, waiting patiently to be massaged into her body. The voyeur stepped out of the willow a little, and I pressed firmly on the insides of my wife's thighs.
The sensations and tension were building up. I had no idea what I was going to do when the voyeur likely revealed himself to us. Would I stop? Would Ramya? What would he do?
Lightly touching her body, my wife put her hands over the sun lotion and began to rub it in, as if she were kneading two mounds of soft dough. The voyeur and I watched my wife fondling her big tits for a few moments, before he stepped away from the willow completely.
My head instinctively turned to look at him. He was naked, fat, bald and about sixty. I didn't feel we were under threat, so I continued massaging my wife's thighs without alerting her to our second naturist.
With his cock in his hand, the voyeur threw me a friendly wave, a smile and a nod. I found myself nodding back as I shuffled up the towel between my wife's legs.
"How hot would it be if Kumar was doing this to you right now? I bet his huge cock would be rock hard touching you like this." I breathed quietly.
"Mmmmm," Ramya smiled, eyes firmly closed as she massaged her soft tits.
"I'd let him touch you. Would you let him?"
As soon as the question left me, I touched my wife's pussy lips with the tips of my fingers. She gasped and her mouth fell open, but her eyes remained closed and she didn't answer.
"Like you said, we're on holiday. Nobody knows us." I reminded her, and then glanced at the voyeur.
He was grinning and stroking what looked to be a fat cock, but his belly looked awful hanging down. I kind of wished he was Kumar.
"Put your finger inside me," my wife whispered softly, as she squeezed her tits together and moved her hips on the towel.
Watching her outer lips glistening with anticipation, I shuffled closer and lifted her thighs. My wife raised her knees, keeping her feet flat on the towel, giving me total access to her quivering cunt.
"Play with your nipples," I told her. "We need to put on a show for our visitor."
Ramya smirked; she didn't believe me. She thought I was role playing. Her eyes remained closed and she started rubbing her nipples slowly. The voyeur walked closer. He was now standing roughly two metres away from us.
"Open your eyes, Ramya," I smirked and inserted one, then two fingers into my wife.
"Huuuuuuh!" she gasped. My wife squeezed her tits, arched her back and then opened her eyes. Huuuuuuuuh!" she gasped once more, staring wide eyed at the naked man stroking his cock to the side of us. "Ashok!"
"Shhhh! I know, just relax. It's fine. He won't touch you...unless you want him to?" I smirked.
Ramya relaxed her body back down onto the towel and closed her eyes. "Let him watch," she then giggled, before moaning as I fingered her faster.
I had no response to that. I suddenly wasn't sure what I should do, so I rode the euphoric rush now coursing through my veins and continued fingering her cunt.
The voyeur obviously heard my wife. He stepped closer and got down on his knees beside her. It was now my turn to gasp with bulging eyes. This overweight, naked, old guy was beating his meat not less than a metre away from my wife.
"Your wife is gorgeous," he smiled.
"Thanks," I mouthed, as if this was a normal thing to do. Maybe for him it was.
Now that my wife was hot and excited, kneading her tits, I repositioned myself so I could continue double finger-fucking her soaking wet snatch, but also start rubbing her clit at the same Time.
Increasing the speed and pressure, my wife started bucking her hips, groaning she was going to cum. She let go of her tits and raised her arms above her head.
The voyeur looked hungrily at her big, soft, fleshy mounds wobbling all over the place. He then looked at me, seeking the husbands approval, but Ramya and I weren't swingers. I'd already taken a liberty by not informing her about this guy when he first appeared. Now he was silently seeking my permission to touch my wife. I nodded my approval, high as a kite on lust.
Still stroking his cock, the voyeur shuffled right up to Ramya and started fondling her tits. She responded with deeper moans and warnings of her impending climax.
The voyeur was leaking pre-cum, stroking furiously as he assisted in ramping up my wife's pleasure by pinching her nipples. Ramya squeaked, squealed then groaned. She was on the cusp of something special.
Then suddenly, another fucking naturist appeared. Another guy carrying a towel under his arm. He was closer to our age but still older. Maybe forty? What did it matter, I thought.
Worried this was about to slip out of our control, I pulled back my hand, leaving my wife on the edge of an orgasm. The voyeur didn't stop though. He pinched Ramya's nipples and then lowered his head to suck on her left tit. The new unwanted addition to the party, then walked to the other side of my wife and dropped his towel on the sandy floor.
"How far do you guys go?" he asked, excitedly, before grabbing my wife's right tit and giving it a gentle squeeze. Ramya gasped. "She's gorgeous. Great tits."
"Don't stop, Ashok. I was almost there," my wife begged and moaned.
I had so much going around inside my head I couldn't think straight to react accordingly. I had my wife begging to be finished off while two strangers groped, fondled and sucked her tits. She was wanton, with only one thing on her mind. To cum.
The new guy sensed my hesitation and slid his hand down over my wife's hairless pubic bone. He quickly found her clit and rubbed it hard. Even the voyeur looked shocked, before he started rubbing the top of her thigh.
"Wank me off, honey," the voyeur said to my wife, but she was too busy swirling in the delight of having the newcomers finger rubbing her clit.
I sat back on my heels and watched as these two naturists took over the role of pleasuring my wife's body. The newcomer switched between rubbing Ramya's clit and slipping two fingers into her sopping cunt. The voyeur, undeterred that he didn't get his handjob from my wife, seemed to take is frustration out on her left tit. He scooped it up in both hands and sucked the nipple and areola into his mouth.
"Ahhhhhh fuck! Yes! Fuck! Don't stop! "Ahhhhhhh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" My wife cried out.
A surge of strength suddenly shot up my spine. I knelt upright and knocked the newcomers hand away from her pussy. I then tapped the voyeur on his back and told him to move. It was done quickly and non-aggressively.
The men moved back onto their knees and stroked their hard cocks while I picked up my wife's legs and placed them on top of my shoulders.
"God, yes! Fuck me, Ashok!" my wife panted, bringing her hands to my cheeks and cupping my face.
"Wank them off, Ramya," I grunted, ramming my cock straight up her. "Wank them off while I fuck you."
The two men assumed my wife would do whatever I told her to do, and so presented their hard shafts close to her flushed face. Ramya smiled and then moaned when I started to fuck her, she then reached for the two solid cocks vying for her attention.
I shifted through the gears and started pounding my wife, the moment I saw her take the men in her hands. Watching her wanking two hard cocks in the direction of her face was like being in our own porn movie.
Tugging on the men groping her tits, my wife moaned out of the dunes as I fucked her something rotten. It didn't take long until she finally exploded. Her wet cunt clamped around my shaft and she started screaming into the breeze. I wanted to shoot my cum so deep inside her, but I also didn't want this to end.
Out of control to some degree, I pulled out and left my wife trembling from the after shocks of her orgasm, while she stroked the cocks of the two naturists still fondling her tits.
"I see you didn't take my advice after all, Ashok," a voice chuckled behind me. I turned around to find Kumar walking towards us."
"Kumar!" I gasped, before looking at his cock.
"Is your wife fair game, Ashok?" he inquired. "Any boundaries?"
"Boundaries?" I muttered like a dummy. I looked at Ramya. She simply shrugged at me as if it were my decision who gets to fuck her.
Kumar dropped his bag by our towels and got down on his front, he then said hello to my wife before licking her folds. Ramya groaned, released the voyeurs cock from her grasp and sort of leaned over towards the newcomer.
"Yes, mmmm," the newcomer moaned in anticipation. My wife opened her mouth, brushed her hair away with a hand, and then took the newcomers cock into her mouth. "Ahhhhh fuck! Mmmmm!" the guy groaned.
While my wife laid on the towel, getting eaten out, sucking cock and having another wanking near her, I went into her beach bag and took out my phone. I didn't ask anybody for permission. I wanted to see this again with my wife, back at the farmhouse.
Thankfully, none of them seemed to mind. I moved around the action with my phone directed at my wife. She was moaning around the cock in her mouth while Kumar buried his face in her cunt and rubbed her clit.
Then, the newcomer warned my wife he was going to shoot his load. She started sucking and stroking greedily on his cock. A clear indication he could cum in her mouth, so he put his hands behind her head and started thrusting his hips.
"Ahhhh! Here it comes! Ahhhh! Fuck!"
I watched through the camera phone, my wife sinking her mouth along the throbbing shaft before tilting her head and sucking backwards, only to sink her mouth forwards again, as a stranger pumped his creamy cum down her throat.
"That was great," he nodded at me. "Thank you," he then said to Ramya.
His cock fell from her mouth and my wife swallowed a big gulp. I knew it was his cum sliding down her throat. My cock was rock hard and dripping. The newcomer quickly collected his bag and left with a big grin on his face. My wife then turned her attention to the voyeur, taking his fat cock into her mouth and sucking it deep.
Meanwhile, Kumar was feasting away between her legs. Watching and listening to my wife moaning her way to an orgasm, with a cock in her mouth, is something I'll never forget.
As another orgasm began its ascent on my wife, Kumar moved up onto his knees but kept rubbing her clit. I moved round to her left side, recording the voyeur getting a blowjob from my wife, and now Kumar preparing to fuck her.
Remembering my wife saying 'it's too big' I felt tremendous anticipation, because we were about to find out.
Kumar stopped rubbing Ramya's clit with his finger, replacing it with the underside of his thick, dark purple head. He tapped her clit a few Times then rubbed through her pussy lips, spreading them, letting my wife know what was coming. His cock glistened with her vaginal juice before he returned to tapping and rubbing her clit with the end.
My wife gasped and took a break from sucking cock. I asked if she was ok and she nodded. It was a tired, horny 'I need to cum' look.
"Fuck me," she sighed at Kumar.
I got right up close and personal with the camera, filming a close-up of Kumar's thick mushroom shaped tip spreading my wife's tight, cunt lips apart. She started exerting deep breaths as the head pushed inside. I looked at her with the camera to capture her sexy, facial expression.
Slut, I thought. My sexy slutty wife. Taking a strangers big, mature cock on a beach, while slurping on another strangers fat length. I brought the phone back to the action between Ramya's legs, just in Time to record Kumar stuffing her tight box with his over-sized tool.
"Uhhhhhh.. my... God... fuck me... that's so big... uhhhhhh... Ashok..."
Us three men chuckled at my wife's plight, in trying to take such an intrusion into her body. She was yet to bare children. This was undoubtedly the longest, thickest and hardest thing to ever go inside her.
"Uwwww... you're wonderfully tight, Ramya... uwww... your wife has a lovely tight pussy, Ashok."
Feeling strangely proud, I stood back to record the action. Poor Mr. Voyeur I thought, when my wife collapsed onto her back to concentrate solely on Kumar. He started jacking off hard over her face, a luxury my wife was yet to let me enjoy.
Ramya loved cum... anywhere but her face and up her arse, she always told me. I wasn't about to let a fat; old guy do something I wasn't allowed. It was tempting though, as I watched him getting closer.
My wife was too far gone to care. Or too far in the throes of enjoying her first big cock to muster the awareness or energy to prevent the voyeur from unloading all over her face. So, my selfish desires won out, and in doing so, the fat, old man got to become the first guy to ever cum over my wife's pretty face.
While Ramya received a slow, deep fucking from Kumar, the voyeur grunted and moved closer. I recorded him closely. Then Kumar raised my wife's legs on to his shoulders and nearly bent her in half.
Ramya screamed in pain at first, as Kumar buried himself balls deep inside her cunt. She tapped his arms and I thought I might need to step in and save her, but then Kumar pulled himself out and she sighed in pleasure.
Forgetting about the voyeur, I moved round to the back of Kumar and recorded his cock slowly driving down into my wife. Ramya shook and let out a grunt that I questioned was even human. Transfixed on the size of the cock fucking my wife, I recorded a good ten or so deep thrusts.
Then, I heard the voyeur grunting. I quickly stood up and moved round the side to see him shaking off his cock. I came closer as he grabbed some of Ramya's hair to wipe the cum from the end. I wasn't angry with him or upset I'd missed it. I felt pretty neutral actually, until he got up and left.
I could now see the mess he'd made across the top of my wife's head and all down the left side of her face. The voyeur didn't even thank us for a good Time. He quietly disappeared through the willow.
By now Kumar was driving harder into Ramya. She was screaming uncontrollably and grunting like an animal on its way to the slaughterhouse. Wrong analogy? That's what she sounded like.
Kumar was fucking her hard. I heard her cum once but he continued relentlessly. My wife's body was trembling, her pussy swollen and creaming white froth every Time he pulled out. Then her cunt farted and squelched when he drove that thing back into.
"I can't take much more of this," my cum-faced-cover wife moaned.
"I'm nearly there!" Kumar breathed, clearly not stopping until he got to empty his balls.
Then, I recorded my wife experiencing multiple orgasms. One after the other. Kumar grunted and cursed how tight my wife was, before he buried his cock to the hilt and held himself deep.
My wife exhaled one long groan, which sounded like her soul was leaving her body in the most pleasurable way possible, and Kumar started jerking his hips while keeping his cock all the way inside her.
I stepped up closer and directed the phone right on the action. Kumar's muscle pulsating and his balls squashed against my wife's stretched cunt, as he pumped only god knows how much cum into her.
When it finally ended Kumar gently lowered my wife's legs to the ground. I put the phone away, regretfully not capturing the thick, creampie that splurged from her married cunt, before it flowed like cum-lava down the crack of her arse and onto the beach towel.
I stepped up hopeful to get a turn again, this Time to add my load, but my wife put her arm up in protest. She apologised, telling me she really couldn't take another cock.
Kumar respectfully helped me look after my wife for a few moments, until she was able to get on her feet to put her clothes on. As the three of us stood up, naked and laughing, two naked men appeared. They stopped and looked with hopeful smirks on their faces, but Kumar told them to move along.
Disappointed to have missed out on the fun, they checked out my naked wife and then left. I couldn't blame them. Ramya did actually look like she'd been dragged through the willows backwards by her hair.
That night after she had a lengthy soak in the bath, we drank some wine and watched the recording on my phone. My wife ended up giving me a hot tub tit-wank and blowjob after it. I even got to cum on her face because she said she was too sore to fuck.
Kumar and his huge Willy had destroyed my wife's cunt. The only problem I had now was dealing with the threat that my wife might suddenly become addicted to something I couldn't give her in person ... big cum-canon cocks.
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