It had been an hour since my husband, Roger, and I had fucked in front of complete strangers on the beach in Skiathos. We had relaxed and enjoyed the warm sunshine on our naked bodies. It was a liberating experience, and flashbacks kept flooding back to me, putting a smile on my face.
I still can't believe we did it. I have no idea what came over me. Except Roger, and maybe a little alcohol. The thought of all these people watching us having sex right here was making me feel horny again.
Roger was lying on his back, his lovely cock, half asleep as he was. It was all I could do to stop myself going down on him, taking it in my mouth, teasing him with my tongue, and getting him hard again. I love that feeling when it starts to grow inside my mouth. When it goes from soft and silky, to rigid and powerful, is so satisfying.
But what was I thinking? We had been so outrageous the first time. We could be forgiven for letting our emotions and lust get the better of us. But twice? Surely we’d be asking for trouble. Besides, the beach had settled down again now. There was even another guy on right beside us, who having arrived shortly afterwards, was blissfully unaware of what had happened only an hour before.
He was cute, actually. Not too young, maybe 30 or 35, but fit and boyishly good looking. He was incredibly well groomed. Even laying here naked, I could see he took a great deal of time over his appearance. He wasn't rough and rugged like the other young studs, but almost pretty looking.
I couldn't help but stare at his perfect body. He was clean shaven all over. Not a hair to be seen. I liked that. He was not too buff, not too slim, just beautifully proportioned, from his beautiful face, all the way down his sculpted chest and stomach, to his rather large, pretty cock. Maybe he was a male model? He definitely looked like one. Either way, he was delicious to look at.
I was in the mood for some more alcohol. I was in the mood for more sex, really, but I thought a few more drinks would help relax me further. So I thought I'd see if Roger was serious about getting me some more wine.
He was more than happy to go. He obviously thought he would get more sex on the beach if he went. The truth is, he could have had more sex on the beach regardless of the wine. But who was I to deprive him of his control?
It wasn't long before he was dressed and walking off down the beach in search of wine for his demanding horny wife. I suddenly felt a bit exposed, being all alone and naked. These people had all seen me get well and truly fucked right before their eyes. All except my beautiful new male model.
What would I do if they came to talk to me about it? All our previous encounters at having sex in front of strangers never involved them talking to us. Roger would always find a place where we could be watched, but the watchers couldn't or wouldn't get too close. In our car, in the woods, in hotel room windows, balconies, public toilets… You name it, Roger fucked me there. But this was the first time on the beach, and the first time we had stuck around after the deed, where interaction from our audience was possible.
I decided to take another dip in the sea. It was hot anyway, and I definitely needed cooling off. I really didn't have anything to put on to make myself feel less exposed, so I bit the bullet and strolled down to the water, wearing nothing but my sunglasses and a smile.
The water was a crystal clear turquoise, and so calm. It was also very shallow, and I had to walk out a good 30 metres before it was deep enough to cover my boobs. Not that modesty was worth worrying about now, after my actions of earlier. But it was good to have something to cover me, even if it was only temporary.
I had a little swim, which actually felt really nice. There was a freedom about doing things naked. I liked the way the water felt over every part of my uncovered body. It was liberating, and quite sexy. Sexy?? What was wrong with me? My thoughts had become sex mad on this beach. Maybe it was our performance that did it? Maybe it was all these hot looking guys? Maybe it was the sight of everyone having sex, or masturbating? But something had gotten into me, and it was all consuming.
I wanted to see my sexy male model again. The thought of him seducing me was turning me on. No, not him seducing me, but me seducing him. I had never done that before. I have always been the bait. The tease. The lure for men. They love seducing me, and I love being seduced. But this guy was so perfect. I wanted to know what it would feel like to run my hands over his perfectly smooth body. To explore every inch of him with my mouth, kissing him all over, and finally taking his hard, smooth, perfect cock into my mouth. To gulp down his first load (which would probably taste like honey), and then feel him sliding his still hard cock into my hungry pussy, and ride him till he shoots another load of honey into my honeypot.
Suddenly I thought, Oh my god, Liz, get a grip on yourself! You are married. Happily married. To a wonderful sexy man, who loves and adores you. Who treats you like a queen. But, it was ok to just fantasise, wasn't it? It had been 12 years since anyone other than Roger had fucked me. No harm in just imagining what that gorgeous cock feels like, is there?
Then, my worst nightmare came true. The two hot studs, that only an hour or so ago, were kneeling nearby, jacking off to the spectacle of Roger fucking me from behind, were now walking down the beach towards me. Slowly, casually strolling towards me. Both completely naked, their cocks swinging from side to side. “Mr. Big Cock” seemed to have grown another inch or two. It was obscene.
I tried my best to look cool and relaxed, but inside I was shaking like a leaf in a rain storm, hoping, Please let them just go for a dip and then get out, ignoring me completely. But that was not to be. They just walked right up to me and said, "Hi."
The water that had been protecting my modesty from the prying eyes on the beach was now as useless as a glass dress. It was so crystal clear, there was no chance of hiding anything. Not that they hadn't already seen everything, and more.
“Mr. Not-So-Big” held out his hand, "Hi. My name is Yannis." The same hand he’d had on his cock earlier. It was a formal greeting gesture, which just seemed bizarre, considering what had gone on before. But I am never one for being impolite, so I held out my hand in return.
"Hi. I’m Liz."
"Nice to meet you, Liz."
He took my hand as if to shake it, but instead used it to manoeuvre closer to kiss me on each cheek. Then he said, “This is my friend, Kostas. He doesn't speak so much English."
Kostas was now standing just to my left. He also held out his hand. He also went in for the double kiss on the cheek when I extended my hand to him, but as he did I felt something brush against my hip.
When I looked down, his cock was fully erect, poking into my hip. It was all I could do not to grab it, but I thought, I wonder how it feels. I know I would need two hands to get around it. There is no way that thing could fit inside me. Roger always says how tight I am, and Roger is probably half the size of Kostas.
Yannis apologised on Kostas’ behalf. "I am sorry for my friend. He has no control over his monster. It has a mind of its own. It is attracted to beautiful women, and you are very beautiful, Liz. Kostas loves your bum very much. He says it is the most beautiful bum he has ever seen!"
I wasn't sure what to say. I guess it was a compliment. But normally, they come in a different shape and style, you know, “I love your hair”, “I love your new shoes”, “I love your dress”, ”Doesn't your makeup look gorgeous”, but not ”Your ass gives me a hard on”!
Yannis asked, "You are staying in 'La Piscina', aren't you?"
A bit surprised, I replied, "Erm, yes, how do you know that?"
Yannis smiled then explained, "I work there. I serve you breakfast in the mornings. You probably don't recognise me?"
Then with a flash of recognition I realised why he’d looked so familiar. He was, in fact, our breakfast waiter. He was the one that Roger said could not keep his eyes off me. He was the cute one, with the tight shirt and the lovely strong arms. I could see them flexing every time he poured us coffee.
Then it hit me. Our sexy waiter has just watched us fucking right here on the beach in broad daylight. Not only that, but he had also wanked off in front of me right here on the beach. I had seen him shoot his load in response to watching me get fucked. If this wasn't embarrassing, nothing was.
What the hell was I going to say to him tomorrow when he brings me my fruit and yogurt?
"Hi. Hope you enjoyed wanking over me yesterday. Can I have extra ‘cream’ in my coffee?"
What was I going to tell Roger? I didn't know if he would be angry or turned on. It was definitely going to be a little awkward to say the least.
Then, as if he was reading my mind, Jannis said, "Please don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. We see lots of guests down here. They are not as beautiful and sexy as you and your husband, but they like to get naked like you do. Some even have sex like you do. It's normal. It's ok!"
I felt myself going very, very red, and I don't embarrass easily. But this was one of those situations you just can't prepare yourself for.
Kostas then stopped staring at my tits, and looked towards the beach. The beautiful couple had gotten up, and were walking towards ”Mr. Model”. I was relieved that they weren't coming down to the water, but intrigued as to why they were going over to see him.
By the look of the smiles and the conversation, which was out of our earshot, they obviously knew each other. Mr. Model stood up and kissed them both on each cheek. They were all so beautiful. I now realised where the phrase 'looking like a Greek god' came from. They all looked like they had been perfectly sculpted.
“Miss Perfect”, it turns out, is quite the flirt. Lots of hair flicking, self caressing, and massive white teeth smiles. She knows how to work a room. She knows even better how to work a nude beach, with those incredible legs, and perfectly formed big boobs.
I hated her! I didn't really, but I was incredibly jealous. I am never short of attention. I know I'm attractive, both to men and women. I’ve been told enough times. I love it. I like being the centre of attention. I like walking into a room, and having everyone looking at me. But this girl had trumped me.
She was half my age, but even I could not stop staring at her. I had dabbled a little at college with girls. It isn't something I actively seek. I could take it or leave it. I do enjoy being with a girl, but you can not beat a good hard cock. And a dildo or strap-on just doesn't feel the same. But this girl I could definitely fall for. She was just stunningly beautiful, and boy did she know it.
The trio started to head off down the beach. The three of them hand in hand, with Miss Perfect in the centre, of course. Where were they going? There was not a lot of beach left to walk on, but they were walking with a purpose, I just couldn't see where.
Then they turned after walking around some rocks. The rocks joined the cliffs to the sea, forming a tiny little private beach that I hadn't noticed before. But before I realised this, they were gone.
Yannis picked up on my curiosity, explaining, "That is Sofia and Dimitris. They are going with Andreas to see the sculptures."
"What sculptures?"
Yannis replied, "On that beach, there are the secret sculptures. They are made from driftwood and other objects. We do not know who makes them. They just appear. They are quite beautiful. You should go and look yourself!"
I couldn't help but think that there was more to this than they were letting on, but what did I have to lose? I was curious what these sculptures looked like, but also why the other three were going to look at them together.
I bid farewell to Yannis and Kostas. More kisses on the cheek, and another poke from Kostas with his big cock, when he kissed me, which brought a smile to both our faces. I walked out of the water, and off in the direction the secret beach.
The rocks form a barrier, but once on the other side of them, the sculptures are clear to see. They really were quite beautiful. It wasn't obvious what they were, but they definitely had a sexual feel to them. But the beautiful trio were nowhere to be seen.
Just then I heard a groan. It was a man. Definitely a sexual moan. But where did it come from? So I headed off in search of the groans. I followed the rocks around, and then suddenly there was a clearing, and there were the three beautiful people.
What I wasn't expecting was what was there right in front of my eyes. Leaning against the rocks was Andreas (“Mr.