TITLE    : Nude Beach Surprise
STORYID  : nude-beach-surprise-1
SUMMARY  : Hot young wife refuses to go naked.
AUTHOR   : coolomon@lit
DATE     : 2006-12-07
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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TAGS     : |none|


"Where are we Len?"



My lovely young wife Catherine had stirred. She was yawning and peering around at the dozen or so campervans and scattering of tents. We had hired a fully equipped RV for a week and I'd managed to keep our destination as a surprise.



"This is it sweetheart &#x2013; the beach, the sun, good camp food, plenty of beer and wine, and a week of wild sex."



"Huh... you hope! Although it does look nice... and smell those barbeques. God I'm hungry!"



We cooked indoors and ate dinner before setting up the annex. It was just on nightfall and by the time we were organized and ready to relax with a drink the camp grounds had settled to crackling fires and small groups of people sitting around chatting and laughing.



"There aren't any children..." Catherine announced suddenly.



"Err... no... strange that, isn't it..."



The campervan next to us had been in silence but an older couple came along and greeted us. They were carrying bags and towels and had obviously spent the day at the beach. They introduced themselves as Roger and Liz. Roger would have been in his late fifties I guessed, maybe a little older, and his wife looked about my age, mid forties. They were British. 



"Don't be daft love &#x2013; can't you see they're romancing in the moonlight there." Liz had suggested they pack their things away and join us for a drink. Her husband was hustling her along.



"No, that'd be nice," Catherine laughed. "He doesn't know how to romance me and they're all having parties."



Roger smiled. "Right you are then. We'll toss this lot and be back directly."



"They seem nice," I suggested when they'd gone.



"They do. I hope they're staying. It will be good to have friendly neighbors."



I moved over behind Catherine and bent to kiss her neck. "So do you like it? Did I do good?"



"Yes you did good. We must be so close to the water &#x2013; it'll be nice listening to it in bed."



"What &#x2013; you mean almost a romantic setting?"



"Well &#x2013; possibly!" She kissed me softly. "I didn't mean that about you not being romantic..."



"Oh no, that's fine. I would have picked a different spot all together if I was thinking of romance. This is more about having fun and being free and relaxed..."



Roger and Liz returned with chairs and a few bottles of wine. We sat up until the early hours talking crap and getting hammered. It would have been mid-morning when I woke to Catherine shaking me and peering out the window. "My god, that man's naked!"



"What... where? What man?"



"There! Oh my god there's another one!"



I crawled up to the window. There were two men standing there chatting away without a stitch of clothing on. "Well they're just being free and relaxed," I tried casually.



"What - this is a nude beach?"



"It's optional. Not everyone's nude... look there's some people with clothes on." I was trying not to laugh. Catherine was taking it in.



"You scumbag! You brought me to a nude beach!" She had another look out the window and when she turned back there was the hint of a smile. "There's no way I'm doing that."



There was a loud knock at the door. "Anyone for a cup of tea?"



Catherine and I looked at each other. She could never stay angry with me for long. "You make sure he's got clothes on!" she warned me.



"Morning Roger &#x2013; come in if you're decent."



"Decent as I get," he laughed and he struggled through the door carrying a tray with a teapot and cups and saucers. His swimmers were brief and sported a sizable bulge in front. It's all he had on. Catherine was in a t-shirt and panties and he quickly looked her over as she tied a skirt around her waist.



Liz brought eggs bacon and sausages and we ate and laughed at Catherine's dilemma. She stood her ground though, and when we moved camp to the beach she had on one of her more modest bikinis. 



"Do you mind if we indulge?" Roger asked her. He had left his wife swimming and stood before us getting ready to lay down on his towel. 



"Feel free," Catherine giggled. "Just about everyone else is."



"You really should try it," Roger smiled as he pealed his swimmers down. His cock sprung free, obviously suffering the effects of the cold water. It was thick though, and his balls were huge.



"Oh my god!" Catherine was blushing and trying to look away.



"No, not to worry - it gets bigger. Some fresh air and sunshine &#x2013; you'll be impressed soon enough."



"No... I mean, oh my god another naked man!"



"I see... well how about you, Len old son &#x2013; care to indulge?"



I stood up and stripped my shorts. Catherine screamed in delight and covered her face with her hands. I dropped to my knees behind her and started rubbing sunscreen into her back and shoulders. "You had better put some on that," she giggled, pointing at my dick. 



"I thought you might do that for me..."



"No chance! I'm going to read my book and leave you natives to do what you want."



Roger settled and Liz came from her swim. She dried herself and started taking her swimmers off and I felt Catherine's eyes upon me. I rolled onto my side, facing my wife, and she smiled and closed her eyes as I started rubbing sunscreen into her back. We stayed until mid afternoon, alternating between swimming and sunbathing. Catherine kept her bikini steadfastly tied down and fought off all attempts to get her to join the natives.



After dinner that evening we fucked. I'd found her already wet and she clung to me and ground herself through several orgasms before I erupted inside of her.



"Will you wear something sexy tonight?" I asked her. We were to visit Roger and Liz for drinks. "Roger's wife has been naked all day and he hasn't seen you at all yet..."



"I know, but I'm too shy to take my clothes off like that."



"Not like that sweetheart, but you'd like him to have a bit of a look wouldn't you? I know he wants to."



"Does he? Did he say that?"



"Sure he said it... how many times today did he ask if you were ready to indulge yet? He's dying to get a look at you."



"Well what should I wear? I didn't bring anything sexy because you said we'd be camping."



"What about those shorts you wore to the beach today? I could see your bikini pants when you were sitting down... How about wearing those without panties for me?" I was kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. "And what about that stretchy top that I like &#x2013; the one that's always falling off your shoulder..."



"The crocheted one?"



"Yeah, this one..." I plucked it from the drawer. 



I had to virtually drag Catherine out the door when she was dressed. Her top was loose at the bottom and didn't cover her navel. The neckline was broad and easily slipped from a shoulder and the fabric was loosely woven and without a bra her dark little nipples were prominent. She looks so cute in shorts too, and the ones she had on were little fitted cotton ones with flared legs that gaped very nicely.



We were welcomed into our neighbor's camp and as Catherine put her arms around Roger's neck to give him a hug her tits were visible beneath her top and his big hands pawed her waist only inches below them. 



Roger had on tight fitting shorts with no underwear. His cock was wrapped to one side and it was immediately semi-firm. Liz was sitting with her legs tucked to one side. She had on a floral wrap around dress, tied above her breasts, and from behind her legs I could see a pink gash that looked moist.



We got to drinking and laughing about the events of the day. Catherine gradually relaxed and I noticed Roger getting his first look at her pussy. She was laying back on a sun lounger with one leg down and the other bent up. He had edged his chair around so that he was facing her and he had a clear view through the leg of her shorts. I stayed at Roger's shoulder for a while and Catherine didn't meet my eyes but she was blushing and quite obviously knew she was displaying herself.



For the next hour or so Roger was constantly watching my wife. Whenever she moved his eyes would flash upon her legs and there were times he sat staring.



Roger stood up to take a turn at getting more drinks. His cock was completely erect and stretching the waist band of his shorts. "Must be that native blood," he joked and Catherine's blush deepened.



Liz went inside with Roger and I saw that they were having a cuddle. I met my wife's eyes and then looked down at her exposed pussy. "Are you nervous?"



"A little... He's been staring at me."



I slipped onto the lounger and kissed her. I smoothed my hand along her thigh and felt into the leg of her shorts. Her warm little slit was wet and I teased it open with my fingertips. She moaned into my mouth but she also pushed against my arm. "Not here..." she uttered softly. "You have to take me home if you want to do that." 



"Would you let Roger do it?" I asked as I kissed her again.



"Maybe..." she teased. "Is that what you want?"



Her eyes closed softly as I tasted her lips again. "You know it's what I want," I groaned, and I felt up under her top and wet a nipple with her pussy juice. Her head rocked back so I mauled her neck and I lifted her top and sucked her nipple into my mouth.



Catherine's legs scissored and she took hold of my head, kind of pushing me away but not immediately. "Stop that..." she scolded. "What if someone's watching!"



Roger and Liz came back after putting music on and the night eased into some slow dancing. Another couple joined us and a little later two more couples and a few single men wandered over from nearby camps. Catherine was a good ten years younger than anyone else and all of the men were watching her, but she had avoided sitting down since the first couple arrived and mostly she was hiding behind my shoulder with her arms folded across her breasts. 



I didn't feel much like dancing but I was happy to start offering my lovely wife up to each of the other men. They were gentlemanly. They would hold her close and feel her back but I didn't see any of them try to go any further until after we'd announce we were leaving and Roger claimed her for one last dance. He was holding her close and swaying to the music. He'd gotten in beneath her arms and they were resting loosely around his neck, and her top had lifted so that her tits were available beneath it. They were over the far side where it was quite dark but I could see his big hand was stroking the underside of her tit, just sort of feeling the exposed portion. Then it searched up under her little top and he gave her nipple a squeeze and softly rolled it.



I was chatting with one of the other men but I was watching them over her shoulder. Two other couples were dancing but they were in their own little worlds. Another woman was chatting with two other men but they were paying no attention, and Liz had been teasing all of the men but one of them had taken her inside the camper and I thought he may have been fucking her. 



Catherine's head was resting beneath Roger's chin but her eyes were wide and I glanced away when she looked over. Roger's other hand had lowered to the small of her back and he was gently stroking her and caressing beneath the waist band of her shorts. Their slow swaying turned their bodies again and before Catherine's eyes were upon me I saw that Roger had his hand completely under her top. She met my eyes and I smiled. She offered an embarrassed little grin in reply. 



The song they were dancing to ended and I saw Roger steal a kiss and a quick little feel of her crotch before he released her. I don't know whether he managed to get his fingers into her. She seemed to linger just for a moment and she was completely flushed when she approached me.



We walked back to our camper and as soon as we were in the door we fucked without speaking. The next day at the beach she again wore a bikini but it was just a tiny string with a few triangle patches. After a swim I laid between the girls and Roger laid on the other side of Catherine. She was on her belly and had undone her top. After a while she lifted to her elbows and I noticed her top slip from beneath her tits.



"You don't want that do you?" Roger asked, only his voice was low and as Liz had been asleep for a while I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep too.



"No, I guess not..." Catherine answered. She looked at me but soon turned away again.



Roger sat up and began applying sunscreen. He only covered his arms and face and then he started rubbing some into Catherine's back. He was on his knees beside her and he smoothed it over her shoulders. He then squirted more of the fluid and rubbed it into his palms, and then he smoothed his hands up Catherine's sides with his fingers flaying over her tits. I felt her eyes upon me again but only for a moment and then she turned away.



My wife laid her head down upon her folded arms. The older man had settled to massaging her gently, smoothing his hands down her back and then palming her sides with his fingers searching beneath. He'd been feeling the roundness of her breast with each stroke and after a little bit I noticed Catherine lifting for him. She was looking around but we were quite secluded between sand dunes. "There's no one watching," he said to her and he reached beneath her body and cupped her titties and felt them. He was rubbing her nipples and then squeezing her full breasts in his big hands. Catherine had lifted to her elbows again. Her eyes had closed and she was biting down on her lip.



Roger's cock was standing upright. It was virtually throbbing and there was pre-cum oozing from the tip. He kept feeling a tit with one hand and his other hand smoothed down her back again, and that time he felt over her butt and up in between her legs.



Catherine squirmed onto her side, pushing at his arm.



"It's ok... they're asleep, and no one's watching." Roger felt into her crotch again but she clung to his arm.



"No &#x2013; not here. Not like this," she whispered urgently. "Just wait and I'll do something for you ok?"



My wife's body was being groped. Roger had his hand firmly wedged between her legs and I could hear his fingers squelching in her juices. She fumbled with the sunscreen, squeezing a glob into her hand, and she closed her hand over his cock. He bucked immediately and abandoned her pussy. He held her close with his wet fingers gripping her hip and his other hand closed over the back of her head. It looked like he was trying to get her to suck him off but Catherine's palm was rolling over the head of his cock and suddenly he convulsed.



Cum lashed the sand but Catherine closed her fingers over the throbbing head and Roger's load oozed between them. He shuddered and weakened to slump down onto his towel. Catherine checked around but we hadn't been disturbed. I could see beneath her body as she leant over and sucked Roger's cock into her mouth. She sucked it softly, cleaning it and cleaning his cum from her fingers. He lay propped on his elbows watching her and looking around to be sure no one came along. A thick glob of semen had seeped from her fingers and pooled in his ball sack and she lifted his cock and gathered it with her tongue. She moaned softly as she kissed and sucked on his balls, and then her tongue trailed back up his shaft and gathered the glob of sperm that was oozing from the swollen tip. She smiled up at him, teasing his cock head with her teeth, and then she closed her eyes and sucked his length back into her mouth. 



Catherine was blushing and smiling with satisfaction when she laid back down. She met my eyes, and I returned her smile. I found her fingers and gave her hand a squeeze and she leant to me tentatively. I met her lips. They were tacky and her breath was warm with the scent of the other man's cum. I kissed her softly and she moaned into my mouth offering her warm, salty tongue as evidence of what she had done to please me. 



That night dinner was at our camp. Liz had on a tiny skirt that flashed her pussy, and a string bikini top that covered her nipples. Catherine was bare beneath one of my t-shirts. Roger was completely naked and I had on only a pair of thin cotton shorts. We were having a few drinks before dinner when two men approached and said hello. They were both naked.



Catherine immediately blushed, the t-shirt wasn't long enough to cover her pussy when she was sitting and both men had positioned themselves in front of her. They were talking with Liz and Roger, making plans to visit later that evening. They had both glanced at Catherine's legs but while the older one was talking the younger one, a balding man of about forty, turned his head quite casually and stood staring at her crotch.



I leant a little to the side so I could see past him. Catherine was sitting with her knees almost touching but her thighs are slender and between them there was a clear view of the length of her slit. She rubbed her thighs, tempted to pull her t-shirt down it seemed. The guy was just staring at her. He was completely out of the conversation. He seemed to be in a daze and Catherine was trying not to meet his eyes. 



Roger had noticed and he looked over at me and smiled. The guy's cock had begun to firm. It flexed and lifted away from his body. It expanded and lengthened and Catherine went bright red as she tried to keep nodding and smiling at Liz and the other guy.  



They left and we had dinner and settled with some music and more drinks. We got to dancing and after Catherine and I had cuddled through a few songs I offered her to Roger. His cock was instantly erect. Liz and I sat back and we just watched quietly. Roger had worked his hand from Catherine's hip to her thigh and with Catherine resting against his shoulder he felt up into her crotch. Their dancing had reduced to swaying gently and Roger was toying with her pussy her while her soft little fingers had closed over the head of his cock.



I looked at Liz. She had her hand between her legs. I don't know whether she was inviting me or not and I felt almost rude by not responding, but Catherine and I had never spoken about swinging and regardless of what happened between her and other men I couldn't imagine not saving myself for her.



I think Liz understood. She smiled and closed her eyes, and I turned back to watch my wife pinned against the camper with her legs apart and old Roger on his knees eating her out. 



Catherine was looking around anxiously. She was obviously nervous about people from the other camps watching. Roger took her hand and led her inside and when I walked in I saw my sweet young wife on the bed with her legs spread and Roger on top of her. He was thrusting slowly and methodically and I could see his cock stretching her open. She was moaning into his shoulder and he was gasping with each surge of his body. She suddenly convulsed and he held her firm and waited for her settle, then he started fucking her again, with his deep thrusts gradually quickening, and just as Catherine's body convulsed again his old balls clenched and started to throb.



Liz was still outside and I saw her chatting with two men from earlier. I turned back to my wife and Roger. Roger still had his cock in her. His butt was rolling back and then clenching as it rolled forward. Their juices were dripping from his balls. I sat down on the bed next to them and Catherine reached for my hand. 



Roger arched back and took his cock in his hand. He pressed the head against Catherine's pussy and rubbed it into her. He opened her with it, slicing between her swollen lips and exposing her pink inner folds dripping with sperm. He poked the head in and then with his fist closed around his shaft he worked the head in and out and rubbed it over her clit. His cock gradually firmed again, and Catherine squeezed my hand and her eyes closed as he sunk his length back into her. He opened her legs wide again but Liz came back in with the two men and as Roger turned to see who it was his cock slipped out and levered at his waist.

<hr pg="2" />Catherine whimpered softly as the men approached and looked down over Roger's shoulder. She had pulled her t-shirt down but Roger kept her legs spread wide and the younger of the two men quickly gained an erection, while the older man, a tall thin guy with long gray hair, started massaging his cockhead.



Roger was edging back. I met his eyes. He was questioning me &#x2013; asking if it was ok for the other men to fuck my wife. I nodded and felt Catherine squeeze my fingers. I looked down at her and found her staring at the guy getting into position between her legs. His cock was short and thick. The head was huge. He only crouched down. He didn't lay over her, I guess because I was sitting there at her shoulder. She clung to my hand and also to the bottom of her t-shirt, keeping it pulled down to her belly. 



The guy groaned as he sunk his cock into her. He was in balls deep and he started slowly rolling his hips, grinding his cock as deep into her as he could reach. "Fuck she's hot!" he cried out and as he withdrew his cock popped out and sprung upright. He crouched again and tried to spear it back into her but it slipped up over her clit. He pulled back again and poked at her a few times, and when he got the head in he thrust and jammed himself hard against her. "Man, she is so fucking wet," he gasped and he started pounding her. He was jolting her body. He was sweating and his face was grimacing with each thrust. He had his hands beneath Catherine's knees and he lifted them and spread her legs wider. "Fuck &#x2013; here it is!" he yelled and he jammed himself hard against her again, and Catherine crushed my hand as his head shot back. "Fuck yeah!" he cried out and he grabbed Catherine's thighs and clamped her against his body. He'd lifted her hips off the bed and he held her there and pumped his load into her.



Catherine's body was limp. Her fingers had loosened their grip within mine and I softly stroked her hand with my thumb. That guy had pulled out and backed away and the other one was getting into position between her legs. I smoothed her forehead and kissed her lips. "Are you ok?"



"I'm ok..." she uttered. She was clinging to me and trying to bury her head into my neck. Her body started rocking back and forth and I stayed there with her, kissing and stroking her face. Her body was soon being jolted again and I lifted from her and moved back a little.



The guy laid down on top of her. Her legs fell away and he started humping her. "That's better," he grinned, looking up at me. 



"Pull her shirt up," Roger said. He was working his full erection.



The guy stretched Catherine's t-shirt up over her tits and he held himself up and watched them bounce while he fucked her with his hips. He was getting close though. His eyes were bulging and they were suddenly glazed. He started grunting and his thrusts were then slow and deep. His body tensed and he let out a loud groan and buried his cock into her as far as he could.



I held my wife's blank, submissive gaze as her body was being injected with more semen. Her hand was still lightly touching mine and her other hand was above her head with her fingers twirling absently in her hair. The guy finished unloading and spent a moment enjoying the feel of her. He was slowly rolling his hips and he'd started groping her tits and sucking on them. 



The younger guy was playing with Liz. He had her against the wall with his hand under the front of her skirt and I think he was fingering her. They left together and the older guy got up off my wife and went after them. 



Catherine had closed her legs but only loosely. She was peering up at Roger. He got on the bed and guided her onto her side as he got behind her. He rubbed the swollen head of his cock into her creamy little gash, then he sunk his length into her and gave her a few quick pumps. He then pulled out and pressed the head of his cock against her ass hole. Her fingers dug into my arm and she whimpered softly as it opened and penetrated her. He waited. His cock was flexing and the veins roped around it were pulsing. He rocked forward and sunk a few inches into her then he withdrew and rocked forward firmer still.



I smoothed Catherine's hair from her face and her soft little fingers closed around my cock. "Do you want me to suck you while he does it to me?" she asked shakily. I was fully erect.



Roger guided her to her knees and I got on my knees in front of her. Her mouth closed over my cock as Roger bumped against her. He was completely up her ass and he held her hips and started fucking her. I remained still and let him rock her body back and forth. He reached beneath and groped her tits. He started humping her deep and hard and I could feel his thrusts jolting through her body.



When Roger shot his load into her I flooded her mouth. She looked up at me with her eyes wide and I smoothed her hair from her forehead again. She released my cock and laid her head against my hip. I stroked her hair while Roger massaged the back of her neck and slowly ground against her butt. 



"Come over for breakfast?" he asked me.



"I guess..."



He withdrew and felt into her with his hand. Catherine moaned softly and ground herself back against him. He cupped her crotch and started working her with his arm. I don't know if he had fingers in her or if he was just rubbing her clit but she soon convulsed in orgasm. 



"Not too early... maybe around ten?" he said to me. He then lifted Catherine and his big hands were up her t-shirt. "Are you going to indulge tomorrow?" he asked, mauling her neck.



She shook her head. "Never..."



Roger laughed, and he left us to 'go and rescue Liz'.



I laid next to my wife and she tugged her t-shirt down and cuddled up to my chest. I was stroking her hair and enjoying the feel of her warm wet pussy pressed open against my thigh. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked softly. 

