Sara and I hadn't had sex in over three months.
And the few times we did have sex this past year, it was uninspired and perfunctory. It wasn't always like this. Our sex life was wonderful when we first met – long marathon sessions and multiple orgasms. That was only 4 years ago. We got married a year ago, and as we both approach 50, we didn't seem to have the time or energy for sex.
Our relationship is solid otherwise. We love each other. We had several conversations about our declining sex lives but had no solution. We just didn't seem to have the same sexual drive and maybe that was normal. We were becoming an old boring couple – early to bed and early to rise and no sex.
But we certainly didn't look old. Both of us are fit and slim. At nearly 5'10", Sara maintains a tall, slim figure. She does yoga every day and has a shapely back side, and lovely C cup breasts. Her nipples are big and suck-able. She laments that her breasts aren't as pert as they used to be, but they have a gorgeous lilt to them. At only 5'7", I'm not as tall as Sara, but maintain a similar level of fitness. I have an uncut six inch cock that Sara used to devour, but I couldn't remember the last time my cock was in her mouth.
We are a bit of a contrast – her tall figure and light pale freckled skin next to my shorter stature and darker South Asian skin. Sara has a thing for darker-skinned men. Despite looking very white, Sara is half Mexican. Before me she dated mostly Latin and Caribbean guys. Her first husband was Guyanese.
When we first started dating, she mentioned some crazy times she had with her former lovers – a few threesomes and maybe even an orgy. She was always kind of vague, but from what she did tell me, her experiences were with men. She is not into women.
One would think hearing about my wife having sex with two (or maybe more) guys would be hard to handle. But it never was. In my 20s, I would be a jealous mess, but in my 40s I don't have as possessive view of sex. And I'm certainly not one to judge – I had an adventurous sex life myself when I was younger.
And in fact, her candor actually encouraged me to be honest about my sexuality. I'm bisexual and have had my share of homosexual experiences. I've never gone into too much detail, but Sara is the first and only woman I've shared this information with. Many women seem turned off by bisexual men, but Sara is not remotely homophobic. She knows I've sucked many cocks in my life and has never been concerned or judgmental. She loves me – all of me and everything that entails. And I love every part of her – which is why I married her.
But regardless of our previous adventures and our progressive views on sexuality, our marriage was monogamous. We never explicitly talked about monogamy but that was the understanding between us. Although with that part of our life slowing down dramatically, I had been having more and more fantasies of having sex with other people – particularly men. I hadn't sucked a cock in years and was missing it.
Collectively, we've probably had quite a bit of sex in our lives – but no one would think such a thing looking at us. We are the very ordinary, adorable couple next door. And Sara is one of the kindest, sweetest people you will ever meet. She loves to cook and host and serve good people good food and drink. There's a wholesome essence to Sara that belies any sexual energy. I don't have quite the same energy, but most people would be deeply shocked to learn of our varied pasts.
Sara is an Ivy League graduate and quite successful in her career. Before we were married, she was able to buy a beautiful condo by the beach. It's about an hour or so from our place and most weekends we are there. Even when the weather is cold, we like to go there to relax and breath the fresh air. We needed some rest. We both took a few days off work and headed to the beach.
We got there on a Wednesday after work and were planning to stay there through the next Monday. The condo is a small, simple studio, but it had been beautifully renovated and has the most wonderful balcony overlooking the ocean. Just being there relieves tension. We have it simply furnished – a queen sized bed, a dining table, and a futon couch.
The next day we didn't do much of anything but sleep and eat. On Friday, we decided to venture to the beach. It was a nice sunny day – a bit too cold to go for a swim but felt good to walk on the beach in our swim suits. Sara was looking good in her sexy pink two piece that accentuated her chest. I loved how her nipples protruded through the thin fabric. I wore a very skimpy pair of trunks that showed off my toned legs and cute little butt.
The very southern tip of this particular beach is the unofficial gay/nude section of the beach. We often venture down there. It's a bit of a walk to get down there, but it's worth it. It's very "live and let live" and we find the vibe much more relaxed.
We made our way down there and laid down our towels. I brought a few books to read and Sara made sure to pack plenty of snacks, water, and juice. The beach was relatively empty on this day – we saw a few folks here and there – mostly men. We both fell asleep.
I woke up and saw a penis. Actually, I saw two penises. Two guys had laid their towels not too far from us and were sun bathing in the nude. That wasn't unusual on this part of the beach, but these were some impressive penises. Even flaccid, they were impressively long and thick. Both were uncut.
Sara also woke up and seemed to notice our new neighbors. She didn't say anything but I saw her discreetly checking out their assets. We had been to this beach dozens of times and had seen many a naked body, but I had never seen Sara checking anyone out. Seeing her eye another man's cock was an unusually charged moment. We hadn't had any sexual energy between us for some time, so to see her as a sexual being was exciting. Even if her attention was on someone else.
""I'm going to go into the water," Sara remarked as she took of her top. Here, she often went swimming topless. It's one of the reasons we enjoy spending time at this part of the beach. She ventured into the water. She has a much better tolerance for cold water than I do, and within minutes she was splashing around. She swam for a bit. When she got out of the water she looked quite stunning. Her hair was wet and shiny and her nipples were enticingly erect.
"How cold is it?" I heard. One of our naked neighbors was asking.
"It's not so bad," Sara remarked. "You should try it. It's nice!"
Both guys took Sara's advice and went into the water. They splashed around naked and had a good time.
"You guys want some food," Sara offered as the guys walked out of the water.
They walked over and introduced themselves. Junot was a hair taller than Sara. He had a buzzed haircut like me and a lean build. Carlos was about Sara's height – a little beefier and hairier than Junot. Carlos had a full head of salt and pepper hair. They are both Costa Rican and about our age – maybe a few years younger.
Their cocks were even more impressive up close. And again, I caught Sara taking quick glances at both their packages.
Sara fed them and the guys seemed to really appreciate it. We made small talk and got to know them a little. Like us, they both lived about an hour away and were often here on the weekends. They both had a lovely energy about them. Junot was a bit more talkative and Carlos more laid back. But they both exuded kindness and we both felt very much at ease around them. We assumed they were a couple.
Like Sara, Junot loves to play guitar. And Carlos is a visual artist. Sara and I love to go to art galleries and attend concerts and live music shows. We chatted for a while about music and art. Sara enjoyed speaking Spanish with both guys – it's not something she gets to do that often.
We were hitting it off – Sara asked if they wanted to come over. Sara had a couple of guitars at the condo and thought it might be nice to play guitar with Junot. Sara also mentioned that we have some "edibles" (for the uninitiated – cookies and candies made with marijuana). The guys enthusiastically agreed. They got dressed and we headed back to the condo, chatting amicably on the long walk back.
When we got to the condo, we got cleaned up and took turns taking showers. I went first. Sara got everyone something to drink. I got out of the shower and didn't bother to cover up.
"You're going to walk around naked in front of our guests!" Sara scolded me.
"You guys were all naked on the beach!" I protested. The guys laughed. And when they took their respective showers, they didn't bother to put on clothes either. Sara followed suit after her shower.
We sat around the dining table in the buff, eating and chatting away. We all had a few edibles and were soon blissfully high.
