I looked around the resort and all I could think of was sex.  We went back to our room and Carol suggested we go to the beach.  I was a little apprehensive but said yes.  Carol put on a transparent beach cover and took a blanket and some sunscreen.  I had a terrycloth bathrobe.  We got to the beach and Carol put down the blanket and took off her beach cover.  I hesitated but finally took off the robe and we both lay down naked on the blanket.

Carol is very fair skinned.  I told her I would put some sunscreen on her.  I started at her feet, making sure that every toe was well oiled.  I proceeded up her leg gliding my hands over her smooth skin.  When I got near the top of her thighs she parted her legs and I could see some moisture in her slit.  I paid special attention to her bald mons, sliding a finger along her slit.  She gasped when I stuck a finger in her. 

I looked around to see if anyone was watching.  There was a resort beach boy staring at us.  I smiled at him and continued to finger her.  I reluctantly moved my oiled hands up to her stomach and then launched into an assault on her tits.  I rolled her nipples, swept over her tits and snuck a suck on each tit.  Carol groaned.  I told her to roll over.

Once again I started at her feet and quickly moved up to her thighs.  Carol spread her legs a bit further.  I started oiling her ass.  I snuck a finger into her rosebud.  Carol started humping the blanket.  As I was finishing her back the beachboy came over to us, knelt down, and asked if he could get us anything. 

Carol lifted her head and his cock swayed in the breeze tantalizingly near her lips. Her face was a picture of lust. She stuttered and said maybe later.  As he walked away Carol was mesmerized by his muscular ass.

I whispered to her, "You are one dirty girl."

Carol said, "Remember when you proposed, my sexual promiscuity is taken one day at a time." 

For some reason, I was immediately turned on by her reminder of sexual debauchery.  Carol kept lying in the sun and ogling the naked cocks she was surrounded by.  I said I was going to the beach bar to get us something fruity with rum.  I walked over to the bar, ordered drinks and started chatting with the bartender. 

As I walked back to our blanket I saw Carol up on her elbows, tits flaring and nipples hard as rocks, talking with the same beach boy.  He was kneeling at her side talking and his cock was swaying in the ocean breeze, brushing against her flank.  Carol saw me coming, smiled and introduced me to Peter.

We shook hands and introduced ourselves.  

Peter said, "You have a beautiful wife."

I smiled and said nothing.

Carol said, "Peter is going to teach me to body surf."

I smiled again and said nothing.  There was a tingling in my groin as I thought of the sexual possibilities.  Carol stood up and took Peter's hand as they walked toward the ocean.  I watched as they waded into the water, still holding hands.  Carol's body is pale and perfectly shaped.  Peter looked like something out of a porn movie: broad shoulders, thin waist and muscular ass.  The waves were very gentle and the surf was soft.  

Peter walked her out into the water until her tits were floating.  He picked her up, his hands on her mound and tits, and waited for a wave.  A wave came and Peter pushed her on top of it.  Carol awkwardly flailed and sputtered water.  She laughed and went back to Peter. 

I walked down to the water's edge to hear what they were saying.  Carol was in full flirt mode, touching Peter's arm as they talked and flipping her hair.  Peter took Carol through a few more waves, then they both came ashore. The sight of their two bodies was thrilling, Carol pale and naked, Peter dark and naked.  When they got to me I could see that Peter had a half hard-on and Carol had an excited look on her face.

Carol said, "Peter can get us some weed.  He'll bring it to our room."

For the rest of the afternoon, Carol was in a very playful mood.  She enjoyed walking up and down the beach, flaunting her naked body.  She got into a water volleyball game where her tits bounced and she could bump into the other players.  Finally, I told her we needed to get back to the room.  When we got there I asked her what her plans were.  She gave me a vague answer and then went to shower.

While she was showering there was a knock on the door.  It was Peter. He was still naked but held a baggie of weed and some papers in his hands.  I told him Carol was in the shower and would be right out.

Carol came into the room still drying herself.  She smiled at Peter.  Peter said we should all try some of the weed.  He rolled a joint and passed it to Carol.  She took a hit and passed it to me.  I suggested we have a drink. I went to the in-room bar and got some gin, vermouth and ice.  While I was making martinis Carol sat on the couch next to Peter.  She had her hand on his thigh and was looking directly into his eyes.

The joint was very powerful.  Soon we were all slightly looped.  I turned on the radio playing some reggae music.  Carol and Peter danced to the beat, and when a slow song came on she clung to Peter. 

Carol said, "Dick, can I talk to you?"

We went into the bedroom.

Carol said, "Can I fuck him?" 

I said, "As long as I can watch and that you really love me."

We went back into the living room and Carol sat next to Peter.  She took his face in her hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss.  Peter looked at me and I simply smiled.  They started making out, passionate kisses, probing caresses, feeling each other's bodies.  Carol was moaning.  Peter's big black cock was hard, with pre-cum dripping out of the head.  They both seemed to have lost sight of the fact that I was watching.  Carol started stroking his cock while he finger fucked her.

Carol stood up and held out her hand.  She led Peter into the bedroom.  She got on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and pulled Peter to his knees.  He knew what she wanted.  He started sucking her toes, then lapped his way up to her cunt.  He buried his face in her cunt and fed ravenously on her juices.  I could see his tongue parting her folds and then he started to suck her clit.

Carol moaned, "Yeah, eat meee.  Cumming."

She clamped her legs around Peter's head and humped his face with her cunt.  I walked over and held her while she was still trembling with her orgasm.  Peter pushed Carol up to the pillows and got on his knees between her legs.  The room smelled of sex.  His cock was hovering at her cunt.  Carol reached down, rubbed his cock on her labia, then pulled him into her.  I watched as his cock spread Carol's cunt.  His dark cock was soon dripping with Carol's wet, moist, slippery juices.

Peter started out gently thrusting into her.  Carol wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him deeper into her.  They continued to fuck while I watched.  My cock was rock hard and I was stroking to their rhythm.

Carol moaned, "Ahhh, fuck, meee."

Peter started plummeting deeply into her cunt, his muscular ass clenching.  Soon they were lost in a world of pure sex, pulsing and throbbing.  Peter's big balls were bouncing off Carol's ass.  I wanted to watch them fuck, suck, cum.  Peter froze, his balls pulled up and tight.  The veins on his cock pulsed.  I could see him shooting stream after stream into her.  He grunted.

Carol cried out, "Ggggh, black cock, cock, cumming."

I shot my cum all over my stomach and chest.  It felt like my cock was on fire. 

Peter collapsed on top of Carol and they shared a gentle hug.  

I went over to the bed and got down beside Carol and pulled her to my sticky body.

Peter extricated himself and smiled down at Carol. 

He said, "Welcome to the resort."

He walked out and Carol and I rested in each other's arms.

I said, "I love my dirty girl."

We napped until it was time to go to dinner.