Another time, about 1995, several families camped on the beach with all our children. My wife is not a swimmer, so when I brought a group of kids to snorkel, she stayed at the beach watching us. I noticed she was sitting with the husband of one of our friends, a boy who had made no secret about her admiration for my wife, and who had reached under her shirt and grabbed her tits while kissing her last New Year’s Eve. He pulled his chest out of the bra and played with his nipple under his shirt for several minutes while everyone sang “Auld Lang Syne”. Many people noticed the movement under my wife’s shirt. The year before, as they were riding on the back seat returning from a beach that went out late in the evening, he would put his hand on his erection. He said he heard him up and down, “he wasted once” then pulled his hand. She pulled her hand back and pulled her over a blanket. Under the blanket, he pulled his shorts, and my wife heard his hard penis smooth. He whispered “it’s not a good idea”, but all the others in the car, besides the driver, seemed to fall asleep. He hit it up and down for a few minutes, feeling it grow weaker and harder, and a small pre-cum came out to assist with lubrication. She was beginning to breathe heavily, and she thought she would shoot early enough, when the other occupant of the back seat, the boy’s wife, woke up. My wife quickly took her hand and ripped her off the blanket, so she was just covering the guy and his hard. In both stories, I suspect there was a little more than he told me.

While we were snorkeling, I noticed neither my wife nor the guy were on the beach. The kids and I followed a couple of turtles along the coast and went forty-five minutes an hour. When we came back, I noticed they were back on the beach, sitting neither too close nor suspiciously far from the carpet. After we got back, we had the kids cleaned up and the equipment put away, my wife suggested we take a walk. He said he wanted to tell me what happened, but I had to promise not to say anything. I agree. She said she wanted to smoke a place while the kids were in the water, and that she and the boy had retired to some trees for some privacy. Smoke (until we gave it up) always made my horny wife. They stay under the trees and the guy began to joke, putting his arm on top of her, rubbing his arm and so on. He began to rub his stomach, gradually urging the bottom of his breasts more and more. She finally moved her hand to her chest and squeezed it on her dress. When he didn’t protest, he pulled his dress up and began to rub his naked breast slightly. Her breasts are very sensitive and she said her nipples were very hard. Still tweaking nipples with one hand, the boy took one of his hands and drove him to his exposed dick. The hand closed on the tree, and began to take it. After a couple of minutes of this petting, she put a hand in her pants and was looking for her pussy. He realized, however, that they were more or less outdoors, and that although the children were almost all in the water, there were still some adults around, including his wife. He whispered, “What the hell are we doing?” and pulled his hand out of his dick. He said, “Sorry!” and he got up on his knees. She told her how beautiful she was, continuing to rub her breasts exposed as she did. His erection threw away a few inches. My wife said that because of the breast massage, she could feel that she was already wet, and while staring at her hard blow, her impulse was to grab him, but she said “Put that thing away. Let’s go to my tent,” he pulled his top back over his tits, and he got up to go. He grabbed his dick. “Please help me put it away,” he said. “He closed his hand on it, bent down to take his head in his mouth briefly, “cleaned a few times,” as he put it, then stuffed in his shorts.

As they returned to our tent, it came to her mind that the full cock was probably not so great an idea, with all around reasonably close proximity. So when they entered our tent, she turned, she lowered her knees, pulled out her semi-hard cock, and started sucking it and pulling it. He felt tense in a couple of minutes and pulled it out only in time for a sperm clot to spray in his hair. He did the rest out of him, making him moan, cleaned up and went back to the beach. As it turned out, she only managed to postponing get fucked (and fucked hard several times) by the guy for about two weeks, when I returned home to find her sperm oozing on our couch, but this is another story.