Adultery A Slut Life - Part 5

I laid out the three swimsuits I had brought for the trip: conventional bikini I wore yesterday; more risqué thong bikini; and the Wicked Weasel. My heart started racing immediately as I threw the others back into the dresser drawer and held up the Wicked Weasel. The only purpose of a suit like this was to satisfy the minimum definition of not being naked. After slipping it on and appraising my image in the mirror, my body flushed with a warm wave flowing over me. It was nothing but three thin strips of shiny cloth held together with lengths of string. I carefully arranged the bit of material at my pussy, aligning it just so to barely cover the lips. My nipples were all that was covered on top and my breasts seemed somehow larger by the exposure. Though the material was shiny it formed to me in a way that allowed my nipples to show underneath. The look was obscene. I wondered if there was anywhere else that this might be worn. Certainly not at the pool of the apartment, or... would I dare? But here... I smiled with realization. Here, it was more covering than required.

I crammed a large beach towel, sunscreen, water, and a paperback into the beach bag and left for the sand. I found an unoccupied beach lounge with an umbrella and settled in. I was intent on not burning so a combination of liberal sunscreen and shade during the day was doing the trick. I had a light lunch salad and started with the fancy beach drinks that included a healthy amount of rum I found out. I was feeling quite mellow when I decided a bit of moving might be good and asked an attendant if it was okay to leave my things at the chair. He assured me they watch the belongings of the guests. With that, I strolled to the water's edge and picked a direction.

It wasn't long before the drinks opened my mind to the next stage. I undid the two ties of the top to be bare breasted. It felt so good that almost immediately I was pulling the ties at the bottom, too. Walking naked outside was exhilarating. I thought the suit was exciting but the freedom and exposure of naked among others, many still in some form of clothing, was more so. Ryan hadn't delved into exposing me in public but I was finding exhibitionism thrilling and could imagine being dared to do so in public could be very exciting.

I had chosen the opposite direction on the beach and found it ending at a tall rocky outcropping jutting into the water. There were fewer and fewer people strolling as they seemed to turn back the other way randomly before having to at the rocks. I stood looking out over the ocean. The feeling of the warm breeze off the water, the small waves lapping at my feet, the feel of the sand under my feet being pulled by retreating water, and the endless of expanse of water and soft puffy clouds floating in the sky. I suddenly understood how you become mesmerized by the ocean.

I moved to the dry sand, dropped the two bits of material, and relaxed onto my back. The drinks might have had something to do with it, but the sun beating down on my naked body on the beach became quite erotic.

That erotic feeling slowly took over for me. My eyes shut, my senses focusing on the feeling of the air movements over my skin, the sun beating down on my seldom exposed body parts, and the soft sounds washing over me. I soon stroked my breasts and parted my legs to feel the sun directly on my pussy. One hand shifted from a breast down my stomach and between my parted thighs. I gasped at the first touch of fingers sliding over the nub of my clit before parting the lips of my pussy, already slick with juices. My knees raised and parted to the sides. I became lost in a sense of privacy of the moment. Lost in a sense of being alone on the beach and the quiet around me allowed the sense.

My fingers became my lovers in the moment. They were unhurried, undemanding. They took me from erotic to aroused to intense. Lost in my moment, fingers of one hand pinched, rolled, twisted, and pulled a nipple. Fingers of the other hand rubbed the clit, stroked the outside of my pussy, delved inside with one, two, then three slickened probing fingers. My hips rose from the sand as my body and mind felt the impending orgasm rising within me. My fingers became more hurried, more demanding. My mouth became vocal with moans and groans and gasps. My mind flashed back to pairings with Ryan's friends, to last night with Adam and his marvelous cock... Big Cock... reaching so deep. So consumed had I become that when my eyes slit open during a flutter, I didn't hesitate or consider stopping when I spied a young couple standing right before me. They were both naked. She stood before him, her hands lost behind her and moving. His hands encased one breast and between her parted thighs. There sunglasses were on top of their heads and their eyes were fixed on my hands on my body but mostly on the one between my legs where now three fingers were driving furiously in and out.

Behind my sunglasses, my eyes opened fully to see them and that seeing added fuel to everything I felt. My hips rose from the sand and my stomach quaked in response to the orgasm that even being interrupted by strangers wasn't going to deny. Instead, the audience, which they were, was the jolt of sexual energy that sent me over the crest. My head rolled back with my mouth opened into a moaning 'O' and my panting, ragged breathing held in my chest. My middle finger curled to probe and stroke for that spot until... my legs and stomach tensed, then rolling shivers of flesh and muscle as my finger found and stroke my g-spot and built-up energy erupted with my three fingers deep in my gaping, leaking pussy.

When my breathing calmed somewhat, my eyes flashed open as I remembered the young couple. When I tilted my head to look for them, I found her kneeling before him. They had shifted 90 degrees so they could still gaze at me as she began licking and sucking his cock. I could now appreciate more detail about them. They were both well-tanned, indicating they had likely been enjoying the sun longer. They were both perhaps mid-twenties and trim. I saw the glint of a wedding band on her left hand as it held his cock to her mouth. She had shoulder length blond hair and smallish breast. He had stylized brown hair and the kind of muscle structure from the gym. His cock, which was very hard, was of average length by my widened experience due to Ryan. About six inches. They were a good-looking couple but when I shivered slightly before them it was the comparison of that 'average' cock and the one I experienced last night with Adam.

The situation was extremely erotic. I had just experienced a very nice orgasm outside in the open and they had witnessed it. I found one of my hands idly fondling a breast as the other was similarly occupied between my splayed thighs. Now, behind my dark glasses, I was the voyeur as she began a more intentional licking and sucking of his cock.

My hand left my crotch as I sat up, my other hand continuing to fondle my breast as I hesitated a moment, then made the decision. On hands and knees, I crawled the couple yards in the loose sand alongside his hip next to her. They both looked at me at the same time, he down and she directly at me after taking her mouth off his cock. His cock was glistening in the bright sun from the saliva of her mouth. I remembered my glasses, took them off and tossed them back to my flimsy suit. I looked from one to the other as my hand settled on his thigh and inched up to his hip. My eyes clearly were speaking to them and their eyes then locked on each other, shared a mutual smile and both heads nodded. Perhaps, this was the outcome they had coveted.

With the nods, my hand slid inches further to stroke over his balls and cock, joining hers. He gasped and sucked in a deep breath. My eyes shifted to the cock in my hand as she released it but remained in place as I stroked it, fondled the head, and felt every inch of the hard shaft. Her hand then slid to cover my hand as I stroked him. I looked at her to find her face one of eagerness and excitement as we both stroked and touched him. On impulse, I leaned forward, not to his cock but to her face. Her face shifted to a look of uncertainty but I continued tentatively to hers. My lips parted as I brought my lips to hers. It was brief but her lips were soft, supple, and yielding. I pulled back. Her tongue came out and touched where we had kissed, then smiled. My first kiss with a woman... at least, my first sexual kiss with a woman. And, apparently hers, too.

She pulled him to sit on the sand. I lowered my head, lifted his cock, and took it between my lips. I stroked down and up over his cock, pulled back and was pleased to see her moving in to take her turn sucking him. We traded back and forth, one sucking him, the other licking and kissing some part of his cock and balls. When I felt her fingers at my hanging breasts, any last remnants of uncertainty evaporated. I began greedily sucking on the cock. She must have shifted as I felt her fingers plunged into my wet, open pussy. Her fingers quickly left me, though, and she shifted opposite me and her lips joined mine on the head of her husband's cock. Our lips played back and forth between kissing and sucking it and kissing each other. When the man came gasping and grunting, we moved in to take his cum between us. Some cum we missed and landed on his abdomen which was shared between us with our tongues.

A few moments later, I stood, once again feeling tentative and uncertain about what had just happened. The other couple stood, though, and each moved in to kiss me in turn. I sighed; my tension again released. We quickly agreed on plans for dinner that night, the three of us giving off a vibe of shared expectation and anticipation. As it turned out, we weren't going to be disappointed.

I chose my outfit for dinner carefully. Although the resort was clothing optional outside, inside the facility clothing was required. I had splurged on some serious shopping before this trip. I chose one of the club-style mini-dresses I found. It was red with a hem that was only about six inches below the bottom of my ass and pussy. It fit smoothly over my hips and waist and the back was non-existent. The front transitioned to a straps behind the neck and the material over the bodice was loose and draped with a plunging gap nearly to the belly button to easily expose the insides of the breast. The loose material provided no support for the breasts and the front and back made it impossible to wear a bra. I finished the look with a red lace thong and matching 4" heels. I thought about jewelry but decided against anything else. Once I had discovered the resort was clothing optional at the beach and pool, I made the decision to go bold. As I considered myself in the mirror and remembered how my first night had gone, my excitement for tonight increased. I had only been with men before and the potential that tonight presented was both intriguing and stimulating.

As I approached the resort's dining room, I found the other couple, Ted and Diana, waiting just outside the door. Ted was dressed in pressed slacks and long-sleeved shirt open at the collar. Diana's eyes ogled me as I approached, my breasts jiggling under the loose material of the bodice. She was wearing a short, mid-thigh white form fitting dress with flared sleeves. The coverage of the dress made it impossible to guess what she was wearing underneath.

I walked up to them, gave Ted a quick kiss in greeting, then stepped over to Diana. I gave her a kiss, a bit more sensually to tease Ted.

I whispered just loud enough for Ted and Ryan to hear, "This afternoon... do you usually troll the beach in search of someone to entice?"

They shook their heads in unison with quick, shy glances at each other. Diana offered, "No... God no... we've been here three days and we just thought it was so amazingly erotic to just be naked. When we saw you..."

Ted inserted, "... it was just so beautiful and erotic. We felt guilty to watch, but..."

They seemed to be a true couple because Diana picked it up, again. "... we couldn't help ourselves." She looked nervous, then, "What about you, though?"