A mature wife goes to a nude beach without her husband and finds a friend

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My husband and I have always looked forward to our
annual trip to Miami with great excitement. We have
enjoyed the tropical feel of Miami, the warm air and
ocean breezes, and the party vibe. But if we had to name
one thing that we anticipate with the most excitement,
we both would say it is our visits to Haulover Beach,
the wonderful nude beach just north of Miami.
From the first time we visited, we have been hooked on
the exquisite freedom of laying out, swimming, and
walking along the beach in whatever we want to wear,
from the tiniest thong to being completely naked.
My husband did not hesitate the first time we went to
Haulover and was in his birthday suit as soon as we
arrived. I was more modest, wearing a bikini, or going
topless. The beach is usually crowded with sun lovers of
all ages and body types, with most people opting to go
completely nude. Though I never told my husband, I did
enjoy seeing the nude men, especially the ones with
large packages.
While my husband and I have enjoyed a wonderful sex
life, he is lacking in the size of his penis, topping
out at about 4 inches when rock hard. His member is also
quite slender with a small head and proportionally small
balls. None of that has bothered me over the years, but
I couldn’t deny the excitement of seeing other, more
well endowed men at the beach.
I have always worn sunglasses that allowed me to check
out the men and boys in a casual manner. I’m sure my
husband was doing the same thing with the women! As our
visits became an annual event, I became slightly more
daring, wearing tiny string bikini bottoms and going
topless. It was always exciting for me to prepare my
outfit for upcoming visits.
This year I was very excited about my outfit. I was
going topless, of course, but this year I had purchased
a tiny, purple thong bottom that only covered my pussy
with a very tiny, flimsy patch of material.
When we arrived and set up our spot, I could feel my
excitement building. As usual, my husband was naked
within seconds. I took a more measured approach, finally
removing my see-through black cover up. It was always a
turn on to feel the sunshine and ocean breeze on my
nipples and they responded by becoming very erect. I
strode around our area, loving the feel of my ass being
exposed wearing only my thong.
While my husband and I are both 57, I have worked hard
to keep in shape. I exercise frequently and have been
rewarded with a body that has kept it’s curves. I have
medium sized, still reasonably perky breasts, smooth
hips, and a round ass, results of my visits to the gym.
Both my husband and myself could pass for less than our
age. I have shaved my pussy for quite some time. If I
ever were to go nude, there would be very little left to
the imagination.
I settled into my lounge chair and began to check out
the surrounding beach goers. There was a large turnout
that day with lots of men to look at. My husband and I
engaged in small talk, as usual, mostly about the other
people there. I noticed a small group of people,
somewhat younger than us, who had set up their
sunbathing area with a sort of fence of brightly colored
plastic around the perimeter.
The barrier stood only about 2 feet high, but it
afforded them a slight bit of privacy, though people
walking by could easily see into their little area. I
commented on this to my husband and wondered aloud what
was the purpose of their little fence. My husband has
always been very friendly and much less hesitant about
approaching strangers than I.
“Why don’t I go ask them?” he said. And before I knew
it, he was up and walking in their direction. I watched
as he engaged them in friendly conversation for a few
minutes. I noticed their group consisted of 2 young
ladies who appeared to be in their thirties and a man
with dark hair, who looked to be in his early forties.
Suddenly, the man who had been talking to my husband got
up and he and my husband began walking back towards me.
I could feel my anxiety level rising as they headed my
way. While we had gone to the beach several times, we
had never really engaged anyone in conversations and had
pretty much kept to ourselves.
The man walked beside my husband as they kept talking.
He was a dark, very handsome man who appeared to be of
Spanish descent. He had thick, dark hair and penetrating
dark brown eyes. He was in very good shape, with well
defined muscles.
My husband is no slouch in being physically fit, but
this man stood a couple inches taller and was
considerably more buff. But the biggest difference
between the two was what hung between their legs. The
stranger had a thick cock that appeared to be about 7
inches long, though it was soft. It was easily 3 times
the size of my husband’s little dick. His balls ware
also very large, swinging between his legs.
“Hey honey, they wanted to know if we wanted to join
them,” my husband said as they approached.
The stranger introduced himself in a charming accent,
and said, “We would love to have such a beautiful woman
as yourself join us.” He had a beautiful smile that
glowed on his chiseled face. I stammered as I tried to
respond, trying not to stare at his cock which was now
only a couple of feet from my face. Not knowing what to
do, I agreed to go and we moved our chairs down to their
We spent the rest of the afternoon with them and it was
very exciting, with much lively conversation. I was the
only one not completely nude, but the atmosphere was
very relaxed. I got several more good looks at our new
friend’s cock and balls. I could feel the excitement
building in me as I imagined how large it must get when
he had an erection.
My husband seemed to not feel threatened by the contrast
between his short, slender penis and tiny balls and the
man’s large cock. It was almost comical, like a
Chihuahua next to a Great Dane. We learned that the man
was a Miami native, his name was Carlos Rodriguez, and
that he worked for a pharmacy company in the Miami area.
I continued to be charmed by his accent and his
compliments. When I turned over to sun my backside, he
told me that I looked great in my suit. I could feel my
cheeks blush as I thanked him. We said goodbye as the
sun set and headed back to our hotel.
I could hardly wait to get back to our room before I
grabbed my husband and pulled him into the bedroom. I
had a crushing orgasm as he ate me and he came quickly
when he slipped his hard dick into my very wet pussy. We
showered and went out to eat, then retired to bed, tired
from an exciting day.
The next day my husband had a golf game scheduled with
an old friend of his. I had planned to do some shopping
or maybe just lounge around the hotel pool. His friend
picked him up so I had the car. I piddled around the
hotel and read some, but I soon became restless. It
occurred to me to go back to the nude beach. I had never
been there without my husband and would never have
considered it until the previous day.
My excitement was building as I slipped on my purple
thong, a tee shirt, and the cover up. My heart was
pounding as I drove to the beach. Almost in a daze, I
parked in the big lot and began walking to the nude
section of the beach. I set up my blanket in about the
same area as the previous day. I felt slightly
uncomfortable being alone, but proud of myself for not
being afraid to do what I wanted.
As I scanned the beach, I saw what I had been thinking
of all along. There was Carlos, again with his two young
lady friends. They were again in their enclosed area
with the awning set up around them. The short fence
prevented me from seeing Carlos body, but I could tell
it was him when he would sit up.
Alas, I was sitting in an area behind them as they were
closer to the water, so he did not look in my direction.
I became more bold, surprising myself again as I got up
and began to walk toward the water. I acted as though I
was going in for a swim and walked past their area. But
Carlos and his friends were engaged in conversation and
did not see me. I had no choice but to go in the water
for a little dip.
The water felt cool as it ran over my skin and I felt
more excited than ever as it ran over my erect nipples.
After a few minutes I headed back to my blanket. As I
passed Carlos’ area this time, I heard an excited
“Carolyn!” He had seen me and quickly invited me to join
his group. This time I was easily convinced and I
quickly brought my things over.
Again, we chatted and drank, and I began to feel very
relaxed. Without my husband there, I became a little
flirtatious and became a little more obvious in looking
at Carlos’ cock. After awhile, his two companions said
they were going for a walk on the beach.
They invited me but I declined, relishing the chance to
be alone with this handsome man. When they left, Carlos
became a little more flirtatious himself. “Ah, you are
shy,” he said, gesturing towards my scanty thong.
I don’t know what came over me, but for some reason, I
thought to myself, “I’ll show him whose shy!”
“Oh yeah?” I said, and I stood up and pulled off my
There I stood, completely naked on a beach for the first
time, standing in front of a man who was not my husband!
I laid down on my towel and said, “Whose shy now?”
“You are even more beautiful now,” he replied. I laid
there trembling inside. I had never been so naughty.
Carlos leaned his muscular, lean body over me. “You will
burn,” he said.
I saw that he had a bottle of sun screen in his hand. I
rolled over on my stomach and lay there as he began
rubbing the sunscreen onto my back. His large strong
hands felt wonderful as he rubbed the creamy liquid onto
my shoulders, back, and legs.
Then he began to work up my legs onto my ass, gently
massaging my cheeks and sliding his hands between my
legs. I moaned softly. Gently he pulled my hip up and
rolled me over onto my back. He squirted the sunscreen
onto his hands and began to rub it into my belly. He
slid his hands up and over my breasts, gently massaging
each and rubbing my nipples between his fingers. I
moaned again.
I was aware that the plastic fence afforded us some
small measure of privacy, but we could be easily seen by
someone walking by. He began to rub the sunscreen into
my legs, first one, then the other. He knew what I
wanted by that time, and he slowly slid his hands up
onto my bare pussy. My clit was very swollen and he
easily found it and began rubbing it in a rhythmic
Within moments, I had the most intense orgasm of my
life. It was all I could do not to scream out in
pleasure. My body convulsed as the ecstasy overwhelmed
me. I lay there completely spent. “You are quite
beautiful,” he said. I looked at him, and then down at
his cock. He was fully erect, now standing at over 8
thick inches.
I felt proud that I had induced this response in him. I
glanced around, and feeling that the coast was clear, I
reached down for his dick. The head was very large and
purple, nothing at all like my husband’s tiny head. I
rubbed my fingers along the glans, savoring the hardness
and the sheer size of it. I dragged my fingers down the
shaft to his tight balls.
Even in his excited state, his balls were 3 times the
size of my husband’s little nuts. I could not even get
my hand completely around the girth of his cock. But I
began stroking it gently, unable to take my eyes off his
magnificent dick. He moaned softly as I kept a steady
pace to my stroking, sliding my hand up and down over
the head.
Within a couple of minutes, I could feel his body tense
and streams of warm, sticky semen shot across his chest.
Again and again, the ribbons of cum spurted out. He even
had much more cum than my husband! He exhaled and smiled
at me. “You are wonderful,” he said as he wiped the
semen up with a towel.
We spent the rest of the afternoon lying in the sun,
drinking wine, and chatting. I had never felt so
liberated, and was soon flashing him shots of my wide
open pussy and ass. I found myself fantasizing about
fucking and blowing Carlos, but I figured it best to
keep that as a fantasy.
After I returned to the hotel, I masturbated on the bed,
unable to relieve the sexual excitement that was filling
me. When my husband returned from his golf game, we went
out to eat, then came back to the hotel for another
round of sex.
The next day, we rejoined Carlos and his friends on the
beach. Nothing was said about the previous day’s
activities, but Carlos and I exchanged knowing glances
more than once. I wore the purple thong. We went back
home the next day promising to look up Carlos and his
friends next year. I can hardly wait.
I’ll be sure to encourage my husband to look up his golf
buddy next year as well.

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