Chapter 2- Coronas at the Beach
"What the hell, Morgan?!" I gasped!
My eyes were locked on the pink oval bite scar so brilliantly contrasted against Athena's beautiful, chocolate brown, wondrously shaped, bubblicious, biteable, right ass cheek. Both Athena and Morgan snapped up from their bent-over positions as if I had just slapped each of their rumps. Athena twisted to look back over her shoulder at me, and then looked down at her own ass when she saw where I was looking. Morgan, however, turned around, and when she saw where I was looking, grabbed Athena and turned her around so that she could inspect her cousin's ass up close. When she saw the bite mark, she hissed, "Damnit Nathan! You bit her?!"
"I thought she was you!" I cried.
Standing up, Morgan glared at me for a solid minute before her scowl melted away and she turned to Athena and chuckled, "Well, I guess the jig is up! So, what do you think, Athena? Do you wanna be my sister-wife?"
"Wait! What?! Sister-wife?" I gasped!
Morgan giggled and Athena chuckled, and then, before I knew it, they were both pulling me up from my chair and kissing me by turn as they pulled me along to the water's edge and out into the ocean. We never really did get a chance to talk about the bite on Athena's ass or that Friday night a few weeks back when I fucked her and came inside her and then again the next morning, and we never talked about Morgan's confessions of wanting to experiment sexually as a couple. No, instead, before I knew it, we were waist-deep in emerald green water and Morgan and Athena's bathing suits turned transparent as we laughed and played and splashed and wrestled. Then, I joined in, and the savage barbarian that I am, I quite accidentally ripped a string from one side of the micro-triangles of their bikini tops. Then, Morgan and Athena discovered that they had swam, played, or wrestled their way right out of their micro g-string bottoms!
Luckily, we found them floating in the water not far away. However, now, that left both girls naked! Morgan gave Athena one of those meaningful girl looks that conveys an entire sentence in seconds, whether it be a question or a statement.
In response, Athena returned a look combined with a shrug that even I could interpret. It said, "Oh well! I'm with this."
Morgan smiled then shrugged, dismissing the problem of their nudity, before stating, "Well, we were pretty much naked anyway. Let's just keep having fun. We're not the only ones nude today anyway."
To this, I found myself both concerned as a husband but also conflicted because as a guy this was my fantasy. Going to a beach where all the women were both incredibly hot and very naked. So, I didn't complain, and I even found myself incredibly aroused by the taboo of it all. My wife. My incredibly beautiful wife was bare-ass naked in front of all these people. They could see how gorgeous she is, but she is mine! I'm the one who gets to take this model of sexual delight home and fuck her until she moans. I'm the one who gets to spray my seed into her garden daily, whether it be fertile or not. I'm the one she seeks out to give her the fucking she so craves. Me. Not them. Me!
And so, Morgan and Athena wrapped their bathing suits tops and bottoms, which were really nothing more than strings, around their wrists and tied them so that their new 80-dollar micro g-string bathing suits wouldn't float away. Then, we went back to splashing and playing and wrestling.
The beach we're at is remote, but it is not a nudist beach, nor is it empty. There was a rather large crowd of people all around. There are couples and families and groups. There is a very large assortment of people of every race, color, age, and body type. The beach was known for not being patrolled by any sort of law enforcement that might insist on more conservative swimwear. So, Morgan and Athena were not the only ones completely nude, or topless, on the beach.
The vast majority of those naked on the beach were women ranging in age from unattended teenage girls to grown women to plump mothers to even plumper grandmothers. Their states of undress also varied from full coverage to skimpy, to micro-coverage, to simple decoration since the strings they wore covered nothing at all. From there, the women wearing the aforementioned bathing suits might wear their tops, or, and this was the majority of the women on the beach, they would go topless. The smallest category of women were the ones that opted for complete and utter nakedness while the second smallest category were the women wearing full coverage one-piece bathing suits.
On the flip side of that coin feminine nudity was the masculine nudity. However, most of the men I saw in our area were wearing t-shirts and long shorts. Most. The men, who were so eager to ogle or exhibit their girlfriends or wives didn't seem as eager to exhibit themselves. But there were some. Whether it be a colossal amount of confidence or voyeurism, there was an inordinate number of overweight older men mostly in speedos or just completely nude. That left a rather small slice of men ranging in age from teenagers to 40-somethings who wore board shorts, swim trunks, or briefs. And then there was the tiniest slice of men that are what I call specimens of masculinity. These guys wore tiny, extremely tight speedos, and/or thongs, and/or nothing at all. They were always completely body-shaven, usually greased up, and they just let it all hang out there for everyone to see. I was not one of those guys, and I have absolutely no interest in ogling another man's genitalia.
Eventually, we made it out to the deeper water where it reached my shoulder while Morgan and Athena were just short enough that they had to tread water or hold on to me. Morgan was in front of me and Athena was holding onto my shoulders and letting her body float straight out behind us on top of the water so that her marvelous brown behind was bobbing as she kicked her legs. Morgan, though, had her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist while my hands were full of her wonderfully thick milk-white ass.
"Why don't you take off your shorts, babe, and give us a good ocean fucking?" Morgan asked in a husky purr.
"I'd be happy to!" I replied eagerly.
"I've read that all life began in the sea," Athena purred as she pulled her head up to nibble my ear, "Maybe you could start some life of your own while we're here..."
As I thought of that, Morgan giggled, let go, and pushed away from me only to disappear along with Athena under the water. Morgan then pulled the laces loose on my shorts before helping Athena tug and pull them down my legs. A few seconds later, Morgan and Athena resurfaced but this time Morgan was scrabbling up to sit on my shoulders while Athena moved around in front of me and kissed me. It was all sorts of awkward and a real challenge to balance. Morgan was on my shoulders now, completely naked and completely exposed to everyone back on the beach while Athena was licking her tongue into my mouth and sliding her body, her tight B-cup breasts, her soft yet firm belly, and her hairless pubic mound against my torso!
Of course, I wrapped my arms around Athena's tiny waist, slipped my hands down to her ass cheeks, and grabbed two great heaping handfuls as she wrapped her legs around my hips. With two gorgeous naked women hanging on to me, well, it was no wonder that my dick was doing its very best impression of a flagstaff. And, it was no surprise then when Athena slid her soft smooth pussy down my body, and with a slight rock of her hips, lined up her vagina and sank down my shaft.
"Mmm, fuck me!" Athena purred as she pulled herself in and kissed me as she started rocking and rotating her hips on my dick.
"Hey now!" Morgan purred as she pulled my head back away from Athena's kiss. Of course, this led to Athena looking up as Morgan continued, "Make sure you save some for me!"
