My husband, Tony, and I Julia are schoolyard sweethearts who married young through the necessity of a pregnancy - I was 18 at the time and Tony 20.
Through the course of our relationship and before we met neither of us had experienced sex with another person until a very recent encounter, the subject of this true story.
Our sex in the later years of our marriage became a bit routine as is the case with many married couples.
Due to the birth of our children I m not as tight down there as I was as a 20 year old and Tony's cock obviously didn't grow beyond the 5.75 inches it was at the start of our romance. Accordingly, he doesn't satisfy me as much as I would like. Moreover he has always tended to ejaculate too soon which diminishes my satisfaction. That's not to say that I don't love him and intend to spend the rest of my life with him, I do, we are lifetime partners.
We talk about this physical mismatch quite often and fantasising became a substitute from an early date. Fantasies about me being fucked by a 8 inch cock, never about Tony fucking another woman. I would always be turned on by these fantasies.
Many times Tony would indicate a desire to watch me enjoying another man's very big cock, getting the satisfaction that such a cock would obviously give me. He would ask me if I would suck this man's cock and I enthusiastically agreed I would and love it. On more than one occasion he said if we found the right person he would not stand in the way of me fucking him once a month - just the two of us without Tony.
The fantasies brought me to a highly aroused position whereby I yearned for them to become a reality. To understand this the reader should appreciate that I had never even seen another man's cock in the flesh let alone held one in my hand or been fucked by it.
Now how do you convert such fantasies into the real thing? A very good question and one which we mulled over for a number of years until just recently after a sea change involving a move from city to seaside we stumbled on a beautiful expansive beach in the region with nudes at one end and clothed at the other. The separation between the two groups is about 500 metres. The men outnumbered the women at the nudist end but overall numbers were few, maybe 20 in all. Some were lying in low sand dunes, some swimming, some walking and some standing at the water's edge. The women were over 50's - no younger vivacious types.
The place blew my mind. To see men with big cocks overtly displaying their wares was very stimulating for me particularly. I suggested to Tony that going nude here would be exciting and uplifting - he agreed.
For the next few weeks we went regularly on the weekend. Our children remained
pursuing their interests in Melbourne so we were free to explore this newfound experience. Tony liked to go completely nude but in the initial visits I kept my G string bottoms on and just had my top off.
I did find it very flattering that most men ogled me, being one of few women, and I felt that some mentally fucked me as they walked past and saw me fixing my gaze on their big cocks.
It wasn't long before I had singled out a man who looked sexy to me. He was about 50, quite tall and slim with a gorgeous big cock. I unashamedly perved on him as often as I could. He was not far from us but partly obscured by a low sand dune so I had to stand to get a good look. He often caught me in the process but clearly had no objection because he would keep looking at me, almost inviting me to continue perving.
I believed he had the hots for me because whenever he went down to the water he took an indirect path close to us and said ''hi' ensuring I got a good look at his cock - no mistake! I didn't see anything unusual in him being attracted to me given the dearth of attractive women at the beach. I have a very good figure and most men find me attractive.
I remember Tony asking me whether I would like to have his cock between my legs and I said I would love to. He had observed the mutual attraction!