It was fun while it lasted. We lay on our lounge chairs enjoying the cold beer and the beautiful sun. The beach was slowly repopulating with a cacophony of cell phones and liquid music, mixed in with the squeal of children and mothers scolding them. It was intolerable, making it impossible to relax, so we decided to take a stroll along the beach, hoping to find a quieter spot and resume our fun. I grabbed my camera, a beach towel, and we headed toward the cliffs on the left of the beach. 

We'd walked only a few minutes when we came across a small inlet with a series of flat rocks that rose above the water. The flat rocks must have been very comfortable and popular since all of them were already taken by families and couples. This was not a good sign but we kept roaming around cliffs and rocks until we finally discovered a charming and secluded cove which was oddly deserted. It seemed people had not wandered that far on a hot summer's afternoon. As I spread out the towel, I was stunned by the magnificence of the sunlight on the rocks in a sort of Lina Wertmuller's style. 

I asked Anna if she was in the mood for a couple of pictures. She knew precisely what kind of pictures I had in mind. Without hesitating, she removed her bikini and headed toward a rock shaped like a big cone. There she sinuously and beautifully leaned against it, with a blue sea in the background that was equally astonishing. 

We were having a great time and I snapped several first-rate pictures. She was enjoying the thrill of being completely naked in a public place, fooling around, posing and dancing, drawing inspiration from the hypnotic sound of the waves breaking against the rocks. I had the impression that the sound of the waves amplified her senses and, relaxed, she started to caress her body. 

I was game. I stopped taking pictures and put my camera down, mesmerized by her movements, watching her play with her nipples, squeeze them and tweak them relentlessly. She was hot - and she knew it. 

The heat increased when she touched her vaginal labia and uncovered the hood. Her clit had swollen significantly; it looked like a small dick. She sucked her middle finger to make it wet and used it to draw circles around her clit. Then she inserted fingers into her pussy, coated them with her own juices, and avidly sucked them to taste her own sap. 

Unfortunately, this fantastic moment was interrupted by the irritating sound of a distant voice and a dog barking. A sound that was traveling closer from behind a group of rocks on our right. From where we stood, we could not see beyond the rocks, but it was definitely the sound of someone walking a dog. 

And heading our way. 

Oh no, this is not happening again, I thought. Anna instinctively reached down to pick up her bikini and put it back on. But I was faster and I grabbed her arm before she could get to it. And, while I was holding her arm, our eyes met in a sort of what if look.

“What if you don’t put the bikini back on?" I said, smiling.

"Are you sure? Shall I just put the bottom on?"

"No dear, neither top nor bottom" This last statement was followed by a brief silent moment, broken when we both burst into approving grins. 

"Could this be considered beach dogging?" she asked me coyly.

"I think so," I answered and we laughed. She stood up and resumed her position against the rock, while I went back to taking photographs. 

The air was charged with a vibrant tension as we were waiting for the arrival of our dog walker.

Anna got suddenly worried about the what if situation. "I love our game," she said, "it's sexy and naughty. But what if the dog person is a minor?" 

Damn, she was right, that would really bust our fun game. So, I decided to walk toward the rocks, climb on top and see what was coming our way. The dog walker was in the distance, still quite far away, but I could see that he was a young black male, probably in his early twenties, and he was wearing swim trunks and a white top. I reported the news to my wife and she let out a sigh of relief. We went back to our game. 

The dog arrived first on the scene and the young guy followed a few seconds later: a very short time but it seemed an eternity to us. He was definitely shocked by the scene. Anna was leaning on a rock, totally naked, while I was on my knees about ten feet away, taking pictures. He walked past us without saying a word, carried on for another twenty feet or so before he stopped. He had a brown walking cane and he put that down.

I'd expected him to carry on walking away but, instead, he removed his small and colorful backpack from his shoulder and started to look for something inside. He whistled and his dog promptly came back to him and lay down. While he was searching in his bag, I winked at Anna and restarted the photo shoot. She winked back, exposed in all her beauty and sexier than ever. 

He was still scrabbling for who-knows-what inside the backpack, and I noticed a shy but sneaky smile on his face. I suddenly thought that he might be looking for his phone or camera and I shouted across to him. I said that it was okay for him to stay and watch but he was not allowed to take pictures. He agreed with a large grin and sat down to enjoy the whole show. 

It was a damn good show, too. 

We resumed the photo-shoot and his soundless participation added a naughty feeling to the moment. It was an exciting game for all of us; we were partners in crime, voyeur and exhibitionists in a meeting of naughty minds. 

I took a lot of pictures and, while all of them were truly remarkable, my favorite was one with Anna facing the rock while spreading her ass cheeks. 

Obviously, Anna and I were turned on by the circumstances so I decided to use this opportunity to go up a notch. I asked our visitor if he wanted to have his picture taken with this beautiful lady. I told him that we could email him the picture later. It would be a special gift, a souvenir, to remember a special afternoon. Our dog walker happily accepted the invitation. 

Anna, with a devilish grin, asked me if I had a specific position in mind for the photograph. I told her that it would be cool for our friend to stand behind her and cup her tits in both hands. That would be an excellent souvenir for everyone. 

I invited him to stand behind Anna and to wait for instructions.

He walked behind her and he stood impassively for a brief moment before he followed my instruction to put his hands on her tits. He cupped them but left both nipples on display between his fingers. It was sexy, seeing her pink and erect nipples between his black fingers. I instructed Anna to cover her pussy with both hands. I thought it would be more alluring and exciting and the scene through the viewfinder looked like a glamorous picture, worthy of being published on a calendar or in a magazine. 

I watched his hands moving leisurely on her breasts, feeling her up but yet trying to go unnoticed. Then he found some courage and squeezed them a little harder. Anna seemed to enjoy the attention and the groping just as much as I did, watching those black hands having fun with her white tits. My dick throbbed and jerked several times and I thought I was going to cum in my trunks without even touching myself. If I wasn't going to spoil the moment, I needed to focus on taking pictures. 

After a couple more shots for our private collection, I told Anna, "Pull your hair over your face, so we can take one more to give to our friend."

I explained to him that I wanted to hide her face, so he could do whatever he wanted to with the picture, to publish it over the internet or share with his friends. We wanted only to be safe and not be recognized by a family member, a co-worker or friends. This picture completed our photo shoot. 

Our friend was walking toward his backpack and his dog when Anna told me, “Wow, I see that someone has enjoyed the show.” I was, in fact, sporting a great erection, impossible to hide in my tight bathing trunks. 

She put a hand inside my trunks and her finger ran a circle on the tip of my cock, which was flowing with pre-cum from the excitement. Then she licked her finger and announced, “This session is not over until this sexy lady is pleased. Give your camera to our new friend and then get your ass back over here.”

Before I followed the instruction to hand my camera to our friend, I whispered in her ear, "What if he runs away with our camera? There are a lot of compromising pictures in this camera." 

She laughed and told me not to worry because she had a plan. She asked the walker to remove his trunks, put them in his backpack and give that to us. We would keep it until the end of the show. “Sorry about this," she said, "but we want to fully savor the moment and not be worried that you may walk off with our camera and all those pictures. Hope you understand.” 

Before he could reply, she added, “But, what's more, I want you to show me that big cock I felt pressing and rubbing against my ass. I want to see your excitement while I am sucking his dick but you mustn't cum until I tell you. In fact, neither of you can. Understood?" 

The young man seemed shocked but also ready to comply with Anna's requests. He removed his swim trunks, put them in the backpack and gave it to us. Standing right in front of us, wearing only his white tank top, his dick was on full display and Anna was right: it was a large and beautiful black dick, standing up proudly in all its glory. 

Anna handed him our camera and reassured him that, so far, he had been good in following orders.

Then she knelt, pulled off my trunks and started sucking my cock right away. It looked and felt like she had not sucked a cock in years; she was all over my dick, up and down the shaft, fast and slow, deep-throating and gagging. 

She was a natural, the absolute best at blowjobs. And, this time, she performed even better as we were both enjoying the fact that someone else was watching us and taking pictures. It doubled our pleasure. Anna's gaze was also glued to his cock while sucking me and playing with her pussy. She was obviously intent on driving both of us completely crazy. And she did. 

When she sensed that I was approaching my climax, she stopped and told me that it was my turn to please her. She lay on the flattest rock, parted her legs and told me to eat her pussy, to show how much I wanted her.

"Now, make out with my pussy, show this young man how to please a real woman," she said. "Start by pushing my thighs apart, but do it real slow... oh yes, just like that." I wet my fingers and softly rubbed them up and down her outer pussy lips. She sighed, "Yeah, just like that. It feels so good." 

I crawled between her thighs and, still stroking her clit, I glued my mouth over her hot, pulsing pussy lips, sliding my tongue inside her as far as I could go. Her hips were striking my face as she continued to gasp and press me deeper into her warm core. 

Then, with a short cry of joy, she pressed my face firmly into that sweet muff and began feeding me the prize of great sex. It was her longest orgasms ever and I continued eating her until her body began to calm down.

When she pushed my head away, with a final gasp, I understood that she'd been satisfied with my efforts. "Damn, that was good," she said. "I can't make up my mind which I like best; being fucked, being eaten or sucking a cock." 

Still moaning, she ordered the young man to put down the camera and told both of us to stand alongside her and jerk off. "I want a shower, a shower of cum," she said, her voice husky and sensual. 

We followed the instruction. I was on her left, our friend went to her right, and she laid back on the rock waiting for the cum shower.

It was a beautiful sight but, unfortunately, it did not last very long. The black guy and I held it only for a few seconds before we came all over her tits, tummy and legs. Two beautiful cum-loads and, at the sight of these generous spurts, she climaxed again. 

When we had all finished, she handed him the backpack and thanked him. Then she told him, "Now leave us alone, please. This is a special moment and we're going to enjoy it privately."

He did as he was told and left quickly. Sadly, in his haste, he forgot to leave his email address. We would have loved to email him a couple of pictures and I feel sure he would have treasured them for a long time.

We remained there for a while, in a moment of unbelievable and romantic intimacy. Then, regrettably, it was time to put on our swimwear and walk back along the beach to our lounge chairs. We agreed that we needed to come back to this spot tomorrow. We loved it. We'd enjoyed a beautiful and horny day.