If uninterested in group sex that includes men together, better to skip to another tale. Based on various real elements, the central action is fantasy.
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The early October weather was glorious for going to the beach on the island, especially when one gets going quickly enough in the morning. We'd arrived fairly early, without any problems parking or driving along the winding 1 and 1/2 lane road, with its car height stone walls on both sides probably making this an incredibly frustrating mess in the summer season.
We'd chosen one of the island's official nude beaches, a long curving stretch of undeveloped coast, often compared to the best that the Caribbean has to offer. Custom is not the same as law, of course, but in this case, it was a true nude beach. Several years ago, I'd been told by a couple of Spanish park employees at a seaside nature park there was no law in Spain requiring clothing at the beach.
Being a nude beach, and undeveloped, we had packed appropriately light weight, the six pack of beer being the only bit of luxury, especially before 10am. But since the weather was already easily over 85° F in the bright sunshine, there was no question that liquid refreshment would soon be welcome.
As a married couple, we had no plans of any variety, apart from enjoying the sun, sand, and surf naked, something we have done over the last 15 years at various ocean beaches in Spain and in France, and lakes in Germany. My wife tolerates my taking pictures of her nude, well aware of how much it turns me on. Though somewhat less aware of how eagerly the best pictures are shared. Not that she hasn't done the same - including sending B&W professional shots of herself to a surfer she met in Hossegor.
Laying back, beach nicely empty, apart from a few people easily 50 yards distant. One pair of men was a bit closer, but the camera was not really noticeable, especially considering my overriding interest in using it. Getting almost hard, realizing that a couple of other naked people were at least part of the scene, going further than normal when taking nude pictures in public, already enjoying a certain freedom.
After going through the first lotioning and swimming cycle, we lay on our towels, sharing our first beer of the day. Not much was going on anywhere near us, but at some point, beer half done and a bit warmer, both of us noticed that the naked pair we'd seen earlier had drawn even to us along the waterline, solving the question of whether it was a male couple. The leading person was about our age, comfortably later middle-aged. The other one seemed considerably younger, quickly attracting my wife's attention. She tends to find a certain immaturity very sexy in a man, often imagining taking advantage of it for her own pleasure.
The now stopped pair was carrying considerably more than we had, and though clearly fit, the sun and effort had them sweating. All of us being naked made it easier to follow their approach without being embarrassed. Especially as both of us were quite uninhibited at this point, as the beer, beach, and vacation left us open for casual encounters, of any variety.
It was easy to catch their gaze, and in my case, to hold it with the older of the pair. Considering that my wife was likely checking out the younger man, I made no secret of my interest in him. Subtly, yet generally unmistakably, as experienced in the last 5 years, when two naked men hold each other's gaze, intently looking both at faces and between legs, it is a clear invitation.
They picked up the cooler, coming very near, clearly happy not to need an excuse to walk further on. Sharing grins, they set up a smallish sun umbrella promptly. Things now set in shade, they then went down to the beach, walking out to the sandbar, swimming a bit in the swells. My wife was clearly paying attention to the motion of the younger man's ass, with a certain expression starting to form on her face. I noticed how the couple were clearly teasing each other, without quite losing control.
When they returned, somewhat aroused cocks bobbing, I caught the younger man's attention, who responded with a certain hesitancy. Partly because he was clearly more interested in looking at my wife. Particularly when she would shift position, returning to unashamedly looking at his swinging cock. And partly because he likely knew he was being propositioned by a married man. Though I did not know if he caught the earlier interplay, broadly speaking, men who have sex with other men are promiscuous sluts.
In a fashion that women seem unable to appreciate, at least when explaining how sexy it can be just to have sex with anyone willing, without words. Basically, the only explanation that seems to work in some fashion is to point out that group sex only happens in groups. For example, groups in a bathhouse, a place where men can privately have sex with each other. Or, possibly, on the gay stretch of a long curved nude beach, completely undeveloped, the underbrush on the first low dunes roped off, but clearly marked with paths.
After drying, they politely asked if they could spread out their towels here, the older man opening the cooler. "We like our beer cold on hot days" he joked, quite possibly responding to my previous attention and starting to see where things would go.
"Cold beer is always good when its hot," I replied. "As you can see, we agree."
He quickly passed a bottle to the younger man, who definitely appreciated a socially acceptable reason to stare at my wife as she sat up, feet on her knees. Providing him a clear view of her pussy, one that obviously captured his attention. The older man and I continued to look at each other for extended periods, attention shifting between face and crotch. Aware that the other two would be able to take care of themselves.
Particularly as he had handled over an opened bottle to my wife, who stretched out luxuriously to take it
