Over the last couple of years, as we’ve entered the empty nest phase of life, we’ve been exploring a bit of a nude lifestyle as we have previously been apart of the swinging / Hot Wife space. We are both comfortable with ourselves; we're certainly no models, but we hold it together well. We’ve visited nudist retreats, camping locations, and even approved public beaches. However, living in an oppressive state for alternative lifestyles means that, despite having some of the best beaches in the world, it’s illegal to be naked there!

So, after what seemed like an incredibly long and cold winter, we seized the opportunity in early October to break free from the shackles of winter and enjoy a day on the beach a few hours south of Brisbane where nudity is allowed without prosecution.
We planned our trip carefully, making sure to bring drinks, lunch, a sunshade, a picnic blanket, a speaker, and towels. We set off on a pleasant three-hour drive. The weather was perfect, the sun was warm, and low tide was setting in. The timing provided one of those great moments that most men can relate to in a nude lifestyle: watching my wife bend over to set up parts of the sunshade and picnic blanket after disrobing.

We didn’t stay long when a curious gentleman approached us and asked about appropriate etiquette on a nude beach. We explained that it was only our second time on a nude beach. While we weren’t shy, having come from a swinging lifestyle where there was often a lot of nudity at parties, we weren’t entirely sure about the strict rules of beach life. We had read forums with differing opinions on what should or shouldn’t be done.
We informed him that the best thing he could do was ask questions about people’s comfort levels when he met them. Although the conversation never really went beyond hypothetical scenarios about public masturbation and participation, his cock betrayed the calm exterior of the conversation. It went through states of arousal, from semi-erect to fully erect, producing lots of pre-cum that was blowing in the wind, leaving a sheen across his swollen head. This certainly gave away the thoughts running through his head while chatting with my wife.

The effect on my wife was quite apparent. She’s a sucker for pre-cum, and seeing the volume being produced, I asked if she was tempted to touch or taste it. She confidently said yes, but she thought it seemed inappropriate after their conversation about engaging with people on the beach.
The other beachgoers were paying attention to their interaction. My wife sat either cross-legged or with her legs apart, exposed to our new talkative friend. One of them came to inquire about the topic of conversation. (We’ve found that once someone breaks the ice, others seem confident to follow.) It was during this conversation that my wife and I would take quick trips down to the water to splash or wash the sand off. That’s when my wife noticed something an elderly gentleman was doing.

With the arousal of the conversation, the elderly gentleman and my wife approached each other after she had a quick splash in the ocean. They seemed to be having a good conversation, and I briefly went to say hello on my way to the water. I spoke quickly because I wanted to wash the sand off and continued on my journey. When I came out, they were standing closer together, and the length of my wife’s new friend’s cock was constantly bumping up against her thighs. Having been together for a long time and seen her in action with other partners, I quickly identified the wanton look she develops—a look of no self-control when she wants to touch something. Our new friend was very okay with this urge and had an urge himself to touch her wonderful soft breasts and hyper-sensitive nipples. This sensitivity may have been caused by the breeze, his hands on them, or the audience of other beach nudists indulging themselves while watching.

I myself started to react like the gentleman who was talking earlier: clear liquid was being produced while watching her play with his very, very large member. Her soft hands made him involuntarily thrust, and her spare hand now started to tend to her own urges. I had to get more of her; there is a certain sexiness that takes her over which I find ridiculously irresistible. Once I touched her breast and started kissing her, she turned directly to me to equal my energy. The advantage of this was that she now had both hands on me and second benefit: he was now behind her and asked if he could enter her? Unfortunately, there was no condom in sight as no-one had pockets to carry any, so the answer was no. But that didn’t mean the fun was over—far from it. Our very large-penis friend was skilful enough to slide his cock between her thighs, which were soaking due to a day of being naked and exhibitionistic and now from being hands-on. There was heat coming from her, and I got to see something extremely erotic as he was sliding his cock back and forth between her thighs, against her pussy lips. What really caught me off guard was that from behind her, his member was poking all the way through, and you could see his large head pushing her lips apart as he kept thrusting forward and back. The motion made her bend forward to put her hands on my chest and she confessed to me me how it was feeling moving back and forth, and the temptation to just let him enter her and offering a very sexy but slightly guilty confession of how she loves very large cocks, I mean, I’m happy with what I’m packing, but this was pro-level cock, and I could not blame her if she gave in and just let nature take its course, as she does love to be stretched.

To both of their credits, they stopped to regroup right on the edge of no return. We used this as a moment to collect ourselves, and all went and used the ocean as a cold shower effect.
With the sun now setting and long drive ahead of us, we packed up and made the journey back where we passed the hours reliving the moments over again, buy the time we got home it was straight to the bedroom and played with her large toy, which is conveniently now named after her new beach friend!