Our life went on after our first threesome as if it hadn't even happened. We continued to make love three or four times a week, and went to the nudist camp or nude beach once or twice a month.

Denise was still willing to show her body in whatever way I asked, keeping me always thinking about how next to let some lucky guy or guys see the natural beauty of her maturing body. When I was a young man in college still looking for my first sexual experience, I had been quite sure I needed to score as soon as possible because sex surely ended at 40 or 45. Now, at the age of 45, I understood how wrong I had been – the anticipation and pleasure were as great, or greater, than ever before.

Our threesome in the pool that night at the campground had satisfied the curiosity of what it would be like to see my woman with another man, and I had let such thoughts slide to the back of my mind . . . that fantasy having been fulfilling and fulfilled.

After our initial discussion of the incident following sex that night, the magic night was not mentioned again for six months or more as we explored other avenues of exciting anticipation and awesome fulfillment.

One night, however, after reading an especially erotic story on a favorite website involving two men and a woman I turned and watched Denise for a while, envisioning again that night in the pool.

She was curled up in her favorite chair reading a book and didn't notice my stare for several minutes. Then, knowing that my thoughts were on more than just getting her undressed and into bed, she closed her book and moved to the couch, patting the cushion beside her for me, and snuggled up close before opening conversation.

"So, what serious thoughts are on your mind, Sir. Galahad?" she asked, nestling her head against my chest and stroking my arm.

"Have I ever asked you to do something that just totally offended you?" I responded with my own question.

She was thoughtful for a while before responding.

"Yes, that time we were on vacation and stopped at the adult store," she said softly. "When we went into the video room and you asked me to suck the guy's dick through the glory hole. I thought that was disgusting . . . the whole place was dirty and creepy. Thank you for not insisting!"

"I would never insist, not even something to do with me," I assured her, and she nodded her head against my chest saying without words that she trusted me not to.

"That's not what you were thinking about, I hope," she said after a quiet pause.

"No," I answered. "I was thinking about last year at the park when you . . . I guess I should say we . . . let Ron make it with you in the pool."

She chuckled softly and reached up to pinch me lightly on the nipple through my t-shirt.

"I wondered how long it was going to take for you to get back to that theme," she said playfully.

"What do you mean?" I was surprised at her words, because I had not really thought about the incident for several months.

"Well," she said thoughtfully. "You talked about seeing me with another man for two or three years before it actually happened, and then you just shut up. I know you enjoyed it, however, because of the way you made love to me the next few weeks. I just figured eventually something would trigger the desire again."

She knew me too well.

I stroked her hair and her face for a while, enjoying the way we could make love to each other without even undressing and having sex. That relationship was based on trust, each one knowing that their own pleasure and peace of mind was foremost on the thoughts of the other.

"You never really told me how you felt that night," I mused.

"Nor you," she responded, and I heard the gentle smile on her lips as the words passed through them.

"I enjoyed it immensely," I said truthfully. "I had wondered before that night if I would end up being jealous if you ever gave yourself to another man, but I've got to admit, it really turned me on when you opened up and gave yourself to him. I wasn't jealous at all, but just turned on watching your body as he went in and out of you. And then when you came, and later when he came, I had a 'thought orgasm' right with you. If you had stroked me just once or twice right then I would have made a mess all over everything."

"Hmmm," she said, lifting the tail of my t-shirt and making little invisible circles around my navel with her index finger. I just hugged her more closely and continued caressing her hair.

"I enjoyed it, too, but it was just physical pleasure," she began. "As long as I watched his penus entering and leaving me, or his abs or his chest it was okay. Whenever I looked at his face, though, I could no longer pretend it was you and the pleasure went away. That is why I closed my eyes most of the time. I enjoyed the sensation, but in my mind I was replacing the two of you, with you making love to me and him watching."

I thought about her response for a while.

"So, you enjoyed it when I was in you and he watched?" I finally asked.

"Yep, in the same way I enjoy exhibiting my body in public. I get a thrill when I see a man look and appreciate my body, I don't deny that. It is a risqué kind of thrill, though. Not one that makes me want to do them."

"Would you ever do it again?" I asked.

"If you want me to, and if you get the right kind of guy and the right setting," she said after a long pause. "You know I trust you to think of my misgivings about being that intimate with another person."

"Why don't we go upstairs and go to bed, and then get up later and lounge in the Jacuzzi?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant, but knowing she can always read right through me.

"Okay," she said, chuckling softly and giving my hard-on a squeeze through my jeans. "But first you have to answer a question for me."

"Shoot," I said.

"What would you have done if Annette had come with Ron to the hot tub that night? Would you have tried to make it a foursome?"

She knew I had watched Annette closely that day and had enjoyed myself doing so. She had probably also guessed that I had on occasion fantasized about having sex with the petite brunette. What she didn't know was that I was unsure of her thoughts along that line and had never allowed myself to play with the thought for very long.

"I don't think so," I responded after thinking the question over for a while.

"Why not?"

"Well, it would be hard for me to do it with another woman and watch you at the same time, and the big part of the turn-on is not what he is doing to you, but that I get to see it. This is hard to explain, Babe, but when that was going on I was not looking at his face either. It was like I was a voyeur peeking in our window watching me and you together. . . Or something like that. I just can't explain it."

I know I finished lamely, but I am not as in touch with my feelings as she is and cannot as easily express myself.

"Men are born voyeurs," she mused philosophically. "Women have to be taught the art."

I pulled back from her holding her at arms length to get a clear view of her eyes. She was laughing at me with them, not in a hurtful way, but in a loving, understanding way.

"I think just once I would like to watch a woman respond to your touch the way I know I do," she said playfully. "Maybe we should do a different kind of threesome."

I thought about her words for a moment and then shook my head.

"It wouldn't work."

"Why not?"

"Because it would be over too quickly, I can only come two or three times and then I am shot," I said with a wry grin on my face. "And that might take only a few minutes. What would we do then?"

She laughed warmly, the laughter welling up from deep inside her as she shared this intimate moment with the person she loved. Then she took me by the hand and stood up.

"Come on, Sir Galahad, let's get upstairs before the first explosion spoils the fun," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. Then as an afterthought she threw one last quip over her shoulder as she dragged me to the stairs.

"For me a foursome would be no different than a threesome as long as you were comfortable with it."

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Four or five months later, almost a year since we had asked Ron to join us in the pool, we were at the mall and had stopped in Victoria's Secret to get me a birthday present.

As we wandered through the aisles I saw a young woman with her back to us who seemed familiar. Watching her surreptitiously for a few minutes I finally decided it must be Ron's wife, Annette – though I was not completely sure since I had only met her one time, and I did not spend a lot of time looking at her face that day.

I finally mentioned my suspicions to Denise and she checked out the young lady as well.

"Yep, that's her," she said with a sly smile. "But she does have more clothes on this time." We grinned at each other and continued shopping.

As we headed for the checkout we almost bumped into Annette as she stepped out of the dressing room area.

"Excuse me," she said shyly, ducking her head a little as she walked past us.

I hoped Denise would say something, and then knew she wouldn't. Our connection with Ron and Annette was my fantasy, my desires, not hers. She was perfectly happy to just be with me. If there was to be anything other than that I would need to take the initiative. I made up my mind in an instant.

"Aren't you Annette?" I asked the retreating lady as I glanced at my wife and saw a quick smile run across her face and disappear.

The woman turned to look at us in astonishment, not recognizing us at all as she mentally ran through her list of acquaintances and friends. Then, almost as an afterthought, she looked more closely at us again and I saw a blush rising from her neckline to the top of her head, followed more slowly by a shy smile.

"You're Denise," she said, reaching out for my wife's hand and holding it for a second before releasing it as she turned to me. "And you're Cal." She looked me in the eye briefly, but not in an unfriendly manner.

"We're here getting Cal a birthday present," Denise said warmly with a quick wink to the other woman, who looked up, surprised.

"So am I!" she said, and then laughed as she thought about what she had said. "For Ron, that is."

I couldn't help but break out in a wide grin at the young lady's apparent discomfort as she considered her words.

"I forgot that Ron and I were born only a day apart . . . plus ten years, of course," I said, laughing quietly. "You'll have to tell him 'Happy Birthday,' for us," I said.

She nodded and gulped, and then reached out and squeezed Denise's hand again. "Happy Birthday, Cal, maybe we will see you guys out at the club sometime, we went back out a couple of times but you weren't there. But now that it is warm again and Ron has been promoted to supervisor, he has more time and he will probably want to go out again this summer."

With that she smiled at both of us and then headed for the checkout. As I watched her go I looked at Denise and raised my eyebrows in an unspoken question. She just smiled back at me and shrugged. It was up to me. I took her hand and headed for the checkout.

"Could we talk with you for a second longer?" I asked just as Annette laid her piece of sexy lingerie on the counter.

"Sure," she said, looking from me to Denise with a question in her eyes. "I will be right outside."

Once we had paid for our merchandise we went out into the mall and found Annette sitting on a wooden bench. She was no longer blushing, but had turned quite pale, and I thought I must have overstepped. Nevertheless, I did not want the opportunity to pass without at least giving it a chance.

"I don't know whether you would be interested or not," I began hesitantly, watching her eyes closely to see if I was offending her. "But, Denise and I are going to our favorite beach Friday and then out to eat. Maybe Ron and you would like to join us?"

Annette stood up to face us, the blood rushing back to her cheeks in a show of relief. 'What in the world had she been afraid of?' I thought.

"Well, it is Ron's birthday, and we do have that day off, but I don't know what he has planned . . . I will let him know of your offer, though," she said quietly, looking timidly at me and then at Denise.

My wonderful wife guessed the problem that I was too blind to see. Scribbling our phone number on a piece of paper she had retrieved from her purse, she placed it in Annette's hand, closing both of hers softly around the receiving hand of the younger woman. They stood looking each other in the eye as Denise smiled warmly. Then the younger woman nodded and, without another word, smiled shyly at each of us and waved 'Good-bye," before almost running from the mall.

"What did I miss?" I asked my wife as we watched Annette's departure.

"Ron must have told her about that night in the pool, and she wasn't sure if the air was clear between the two of us," Denise said matter-of-factly.

"You men are so obtuse sometimes," she added with a quick squeeze of my hand. "Come on, I can't wait to try these things on!"

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The call came while I was at work on Wednesday. Denise told me over dinner that Annette had called that morning to say they would like to join us for a day of sun and sand, followed by dinner.

"She asked what beach we were going to so they could drive their car as well," Denise reported. "When I told her, she didn't recognize it and I said it was up in the next county. She asked why so far away and I told her it was usually deserted with a lot of sea grass dunes not far from the surf where we could lay out nude and not bother or be bothered by other people. She just said 'Okay," and that they would meet us there about ten."

I smiled and nodded.

"I suppose there was some girl talk?" I asked with a sidelong glance.

"Actually, not," Denise said. "We just set the time and place and let it go at that. I guess we will just have to play it by ear when we get there as to what may or may not happen."

I stood up and took her in my arms, hugging her tightly and then kissing her passionately.

"Do you want anything particular to happen?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.

"I want what you want . . . if it is not too uncomfortable," she said lightly, and then sensing my disappointment, added a remark that made my heart jump. "However, the last time we got together with these two you're love making was more energetic and passionate than it has been in a long time; I would not mind another three or four months of that."

I kissed her again, telling her thanks with my tongue for understanding me so completely and wanting to please me the way she did.

When we arrived at the beach Ron and Annette were already there, standing on the boardwalk crossover to the dunes and looking out at the sea. Her hair and the thin wrap which covered her bikini-clad body were blowing briskly in the sea air, and I felt a twinge down deep inside that said I would love for today to end as a foursome – but I wasn't at all sure it would, so I did not allow myself to get my hopes up.

They came back down to the cars when they saw us arrive. Ron and I shook hands like old friends, and he smiled warmly at Denise. She returned the smile and I saw that there was nothing there but gratitude that neither had made too much of their previous encounter.

We men carried coolers filled with ice, picnic supplies and wine coolers for the day while the women brought along blankets to lie on and towels for everyone.

As soon as we picked out a site in the dunes, Denise pulled off the shirt and shorts she had been wearing over her bikini, and Annette removed her wrap. Ron and I pulled off our t-shirts and we all reached for a wine cooler to get through the awkward moment of partially disrobing. Denise's bikini is not as skimpy as some, but does allow a lot of cleavage to show, as well as a good portion of her lower ass cheeks.

Annette's bikini was even more brief, though her petite figure was not as ample as Denise's so I was actually not able to see any more of her than Ron could of Denise.

The girls settled on what music to listen to – an oldies station – and we made small talk for about half an hour, catching up on each other's lives.

Finally, during a lull in the conversation, Denise stood up and looked out at the sea.

"I'm ready for a swim if anyone else is," she said, and we all agreed. As we reached the water's edge, Denise turned to look at me.

"Do you think it is okay to go ahead and get naked," she asked simply as I looked at my watch and then up and down the beach.

"The local sheriff's office has to handle complaints all the time about beach nudists, so they have an officer that patrols several miles of this beach with a four-wheeler," I explained. "He will come around about once ever two hours, but we won't know his schedule until his first run." I then turned to Denise.

"Go ahead, we'll use emergency measures until we are sure of their schedule," I said as she quickly untied her top and dropped it off her shoulders. She was lowering her bottoms when I saw Annette drop her top as well, and Ron and I were both pulling down our trunks. In a moments time all four of us were nude.

I picked up Denise's top, strung it through the leg holes of her bottom and my trunks and then tied it around my neck, tossing the two suits over my shoulders to hang down my back.

"Emergency measures," I said smiling as Ron and Annette watched my actions with amused looks on their faces. "This way, if we see them coming we can get our suits on in the water and walk out so they know we are not flaunting their rules."

"Good thinking," Ron said, smiling as he took his own 'emergency measures.' "We certainly don't want to get the local constabulary so upset they start running traces on our license plates!" We all laughed in agreement as we began high-stepping into the surf.

We swam for about an hour, with the two men at first swimming all the way out to a submerged reef we could sit on and talk, while the women played in the surf and collected shells. Later, they swam out to us and we cuddled with our respective mates in the water, touching and kissing and enjoying the freedom we had to be nude together in this naturally beautiful environment.

When we saw the officer coming up the beach we all put our suits on and were almost out of the surf when he slowed down to say, "Hello." He immediately recognized Denise and I as 'regulars' who he knew would give him no trouble and gave us his card.

"Call me on you cell phone if you have any problems around here, today," he said. "We have some late spring breakers who have been getting a little rowdy and, for some reason this year, they have been visiting the secluded beaches the locals like best." We agreed to let him know if we had any problems.

"There's a bunch of them two beaches down," the officer added. "Since it looks like you guys are the only ones up here, I think I will go down and help out there, so the beach is all yours unless I get a call from you," he concluded with a twinkle in his eyes. Denise amazed me by stepping forward and kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you, Officer Kelly," she said sweetly and waved as he sped off back down the beach.

"Was he blushing?" Annette asked, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

"I think Denise caught him by surprise," Ron said, smiling. "That blush just tells you he is an honest man."

We all then slid out of our suits again and headed up into the dunes for another wine cooler and a light lunch.

Once we had eaten Denise stood up and stretched luxuriously and then straightened our blanket. Rolling up a small hand towel to rest her forehead upon, she lay down on her stomach with both arms out and her legs slightly spread.
"If I don't get some suntan lotion I am going to be a lobster tonight rather than eating one," she said playfully. Annette quickly picked up the cue and arranged herself as well, though her legs were much closer together than Denise's.

"Me, too," she said, humming along with the song that was playing on the radio.

"Well, I guess that's our signal for a good ol' suntan-lotion massage," I said, as I picked up a bottle of lotion and headed for the blankets.

"Yep," Ron grunted, retrieving his own bottle of lotion from their bag.

As I walked up behind the women I saw Denise's pussy peeking out from under her cheeks, soaking up the sun and teasing me all at the same time. Looking up at Ron as he approached, I suddenly had a crazy idea. Nodding toward Denise, I held up our bottle of lotion and raised my eyebrows in a question. Ron caught my drift immediately, but frowned slightly. Nodding toward Annette he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slightly as if to say, "I don't think she will go for it." Then he traded bottles with me with a final "We'll see," shrug and sat down beside Denise.

Thinking that it might be best for Annette to see Denise getting lotioned by her husband if she came off the blanket in a hurry, I nodded for Ron to start first. He poured some lotion into his hands, rubbed them vigorously to warm the lotion and then reached down to begin applying the lotion to Denise's shoulders.

She tensed immediately, knowing it was not me who had touched her, but then relaxed some as he moved his hands along her back. In another moment she had accepted the idea and was again totally relaxed. Ron looked up and grinned, and then nodded toward his wife. We both knew the next minute would tell us which direction this day was going to go.

I warmed up the lotion and got into position to touch Annette right at the base of the neck. Reaching out, I gently, but firmly, put my hands on the base of her neck and slid them outward along the tops of her shoulders.

Within seconds the young woman knew it was not her husband touching her and she reacted in a perfectly womanly fashion – she shut down all sensual input, concentrating on the potential violation of her body. Her body tensed from head to toe, with the muscles standing out on her shapely legs, her thighs, her back and her arms. Her buttocks had squeezed together so tightly it would take a vise to open them. She was entirely rigid. Large goose bumps covered her outstretched body. I knew the next touch was certainly the moment of truth.

I took more lotion on my hands and slowly spread it down across her shoulders along her back to the tops of her ribcage. Then I moved back up her back, putting strength into my fingertips as I retraced the trail of lotion across her back. She did not relax, but she did nothing to stop the massage either. I looked at Ron and he nodded for me to go ahead, and then returned to Denise's back. We had worked on the two women just a few minutes and Annette was still frozen and rigid and I was thinking we should not put her through this any longer when Denise saved the day – and on purpose I am sure. As Ron made a stroke down her spine almost to the top of her cheeks, she let out a slow, almost imperceptible moan.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," and then lapsed into silence again. I felt Annette respond to the barely audible sound almost immediately, slowing relaxing her body by degrees until she was entirely limp under my hands on the blanket. I looked up at Ron and saw a look of total surprise on his face, followed by a wide grin. He gave me a 'thumb's up,' which I returned and we slowly began to work on each other's wife as carefully and respectfully as we could.

Ron was the first to reach the buttocks, and slowly massaged them, pulling them apart as he did. Denise did not move a muscle to restrain him, but let him see everything he wanted to see. From where I was I could clearly see her little puckered anus gape open each time he spread her cheeks, and her pussy gape open each time he ran his hands down inside her thighs, pulling her lips apart. Denise had told me how exciting it was to feel the cool rush of air into her different holes when they were spread open and I knew that she was probably picturing me with my hands on her ass giving her pleasure. I was sure she would be wet by now, but would in no way disrespect or embarrass her by checking.

I had moved from Annette's lower back to her feet, believing that I should give her a little more time before getting too personal. She thanked me by shifting her weight slightly, thus moving her legs farther apart. I now had an unobstructed view of her neatly trimmed pussy from behind . . . and could stare to my hearts content without anyone noticing.

She clearly loved the foot massage, for she shifted her weight twice more, and now her legs were as wide open as Denise's – and the view was terrific.

I realized Ron was much farther along than me and didn't want him to rub too long in the same spot, knowing that was irritating to Denise. I caught his eye, made a circle with one thumb and forefinger, and then stuck the other forefinger in and out of the circle. He seemed dubious, looking down at Denise and then back up at me. I nodded encouragement.

The next time he spread Denise's cheeks he lightly touched her tight little asshole, ringing it gently with his index finger, and then resting it right on the opening. The third time he did so, she responded, pushing up ever so slightly with her knees. He looked at me and smiled, then slowly pushed the finger up her ass until it was totally encased. I was ecstatic, and he was clearly enjoying himself as well.

I turned my attention back to Annette and moved to her thighs and began going up the outside and coming back down the inside. As I continued to methodically massage in this fashion, each time with a little more pressure, I was rewarded by seeing her tiny asshole open ever so slightly. This girl had definitely not had anal penetration, I thought, she is just too tight. My downward motion also opened her pussy and, on the next revolution of my hands she carefully opened her legs more, knowing what I was seeing.

Finally, I could wait no longer and on the next trip up her thighs and across her cheeks, I gently rimmed her asshole with my index finger, she tensed for a moment and then relaxed. The next time up I rimmed it again and then rested it on her opening. This time she responded more definitely, squeezing her cheeks in an attempt to close them. That was as far as I was going to go.

I turned my attention back to Ron and Denise and he had her ass so greased up he was easily sliding in and out, fucking her in the ass with his finger. I signaled him to use his thumb in her ass and his middle finger in her pussy. He gave me a questioning glance, looked once as his wife, who was now just getting a leg and foot massage, and then nodded.

Denise did not waver, but accepted both his thumb and finger. When he inserted his finger he quickly looked up at me, somewhat guardedly. I knew she was wet, and was glad for it. He saw the look in my eyes and went back to work.

Then, Annette surprised the hell out of both of us. Maybe she sensed she was the odd man out, or maybe it just took her a while to make up her mind. Whatever the case, she casually moved her arms down to her sides, slid her hands up on her buttocks, and slowly spread them apart. Ron's eyes almost bugged out of the sockets as he watched his wife continue to spread her cheeks until her tiny asshole was wide open. I looked at him and nodded for him to come over and work on his own wife if he wanted, but he just shook his head and nodded toward her ass. "Go!" he mouthed to me – and I went.

I loaded up my finger with spit and then rimmed her asshole gently several times, she slowly raised a little on her knees, pushing against my finger as she did. I then stopped at the hole opening and she visibly pushed up against my finger. When it slid in I was in nirvana; she was so tight and warm and accepting. It was hard to go slow and gentle, but I did, and was rewarded with her legs spreading even farther. After about the tenth thrust, I slid my other hand down to her pussy and received no resistance as I spread the lips with my thumb and index finger and slipped the middle finger into her, then back out and along her slit up to her clitoris. She was moving on me then, and I alternately fucked her ass and her pussy for a couple of minutes before pulling out and lightly patting a 'thanks' on her cute little buns.

Ron came out of Denise also and the two of us stood up and walked down to the surf. Swimming out to the reef we pulled ourselves up and sat down gently to protect our engorged hard-ons from the rocks. I was not sure what he was feeling, but I was almost numb from what had just happened – both with Denise and with Annette.

"Do you know she just let you do something she has never let me do?" Ron asked quietly. I looked at him, startled, and concerned that I had gone over the line and ruined the entire day.

"I had no idea, Man, or I never would have gone there," I said, meaning every word. He had been looking back up toward the dunes, but now fixed his eyes on mine. They were friendly, not at all reserved.

"Hey, I don't blame you, Cal," he said. "I would have done the same thing . . . in fact I was doing the same thing. I don't blame her, either, I am just amazed that she accepted anything today. She came here with the idea that this was just going to be a fun get-together, and that all we would probably do was get naked."

"Have we spoiled it for her?" I asked.

"I don't know, we won't know until we see her," he said. We sat in silence for a while, reveling in what we had been allowed to do, and anxious that we may have done too much.

"When I told her about the night in the pool she had a hard time believing that either Denise or you would allow such a thing," Ron said, breaking the silence. "It really threw her for a loop. Sex, for her, has always been something that is totally private and not to be shared . . . she doesn't even like me talking about it. And everything has to be so sterile, missionary position only, no oral – although she has loosened up on that somewhat – but definitely nothing anal – not until today that is."


"Are we straight between us?" I asked, looking at the other man. His open smile was all the answer I needed.

"I'm just a little jealous that I didn't get firsts," he said.

"But you have got firsts," I said. "You are the first man other than myself to ever fuck my wife in the 25 years we have been married – either with his dick or his finger."

"I wondered about that," he said thoughtfully. "She seemed very hesitant that night."

"She was scared to death," I said, knowing my wife. "But she wanted to please me . . . and just to let you know, she did enjoy it, in a womanly sort of way." He nodded.

The women walked out from behind the dunes with little plastic bags in their hands and headed for a pile of shells that had washed up high on the beach in the last storm. Denise had spotted the shells earlier and knew from experience there would be good hunting in such a find.

They were squatting like children sifting through the shells and giving out little excited shrieks every time they found something interesting. I knew they were having fun with the shells, but also that they were letting us know everything was alright between us. I saw Ron smiling as he watched them from a distance. Then I saw him frown.

A male figure was walking slowly along the water's edge toward our location. I knew the man immediately.

"Don't worry," I said. "That's old Jeebers, he's a beachcomber who walks this beach just about every day. He has lots of tales to tell and has a wealth of knowledge about shells and things from the sea. Denise just adores him, and he loves to look at her body. He's harmless, though."

Denise spotted the man a few minutes later and called to him. He walked up the beach to the two women and we could see introductions taking place. Then Denise pointed out toward us and Ron and I waved a greeting. Jeebers waved back and then turned his attention to the two naked young ladies who had squatted back down by the shells giving him a view to kill for. Ron and I watched the three for almost an hour, occasionally sharing light conversation as we watched.

Finally Jeebers wandered off and the women stashed their shells by the blankets and came into the water, swimming up to us with smiles on their faces.

"Jeebers thinks he's died and gone to heaven," I said, smiling, and looked directly at Annette. She returned the look with friendly, yet still shy, eyes. I realized that it was me that was blushing and I looked away for a minute. When I looked back she was smiling even more and we both knew why.

"You guys didn't finish your jobs," Denise teased lightly. "We had to do our fronts all by ourselves." Ron and I looked at each other sheepishly and the girls had a laugh at our expense.

"Are you sure you did a good enough job?" I asked, "I wouldn't want you to get burned in the wrong places."

The question hung out there like a thick fog on a cold morning, with all four of us knowing what it would mean if we went back up to the blankets to put lotion on the women's fronts.

"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind," Denise said lightly, looking at me with a smile. "After all, we really didn't give ourselves a massage . . . at least not everywhere." Annette's quick smile and immediate blush said more than words in the ensuing silence. 'Damn,' I thought, 'They laid there and masturbated after we left.' I looked over their heads to Ron and he was as astonished as I. Then, before anyone could say anything else, the two women turned and swam toward the shore.

When we reached the blankets, each woman was laying on her own blanket with arms slightly outstretched and legs slightly spread. If we wanted more than that we would have to re-arrange them. They had also covered their eyes with their rolled-up towels. It would be up to us what happened next.

I looked carefully at Ron with a question in my eyes. He nodded instantly and picked up the lotion by Denise's side.

I let Ron lead again, but this time I kept pace with him as he slowly and deliberately massaged the lotion into every inch of my woman's body: beginning with a face massage, moving to the shoulders, spending a much greater time on the breasts, then moving to the feet, calves, thighs and last – and for the longest period of time -- on her inner thighs and pubic area.

Finally – and I thought the time would never come as I followed his leadership – he spread her legs wide, pulled her knees up until her feet were flat on the blanket, and wet the head of his penis with her juices by gently poking it almost in and then back out of her swollen outer lips.

She lay still for the first few partial thrusts, and then began to rock up to meet him with each downward thrust of his hips until he held back no longer and slid all the way into her, holding himself there for a minute or two as she moved back and forth on him with her own pelvic thrusts. Then he began to slowly pull all the way out, causing a slight sucking sound as he exited her squeezing lips, before plunging all the way back in, burying his manhood in her all the way to the shaft.

Annette, bless her heart, just was unable to let go. She did not fight my adjusting her so I could enter, nor did she resist my foreplay or initial entry into her vagina. But she was as tense as a virgin on her first date . . . which really wasn't all that bad for me because it made her that much tighter and physically stimulating.

Denise saved the day again, allowing a low moan to softly escape her slightly parted lips during one of Ron's deep thrusts. I felt the younger woman slowly relax after that, her legs spreading wider and her pelvis rising to meet me slightly as I worked myself into her the same way Ron had my wife.

For the next few minutes everything was quiet except for the sound of the surf and the voyeuristic gulls who swooped over us from time to time, crying with their haunting call.

I don't know what Ron was watching, but I had a hard time taking my eyes off Denise as she lay there, responding to each thrust with a slight quiver as he reached bottom, her breast flowing gently across her chest and back again with each thrust. From time to time I moved my gaze to Annette's shapely little body, watching her small breasts bounce lightly each time I bottomed out, and staring intently at her tight little pussy as it spread each time to receive me, and then almost closed as I withdrew.

The moment could not last and Ron and I started moving faster at almost the same time. The women kept pace with their own rhythmic responses to our movements, and our bodies began to make slight slapping noises as they met at the end of each thrust.

The noise just hastened our orgasms, and Ron and I came within seconds of each other, laying forward on our elbows just above the wonderful bodies of our wives as we reveled in that last few moments when you still are trying to thrust but your body refuses, burying the penis as far into the vagina as possible so the semen would have the best possible chance to achieve its natural purpose. What a rush . . . every time!

The girls wisely allowed us the moment of revelry, laying passively below us on the outside, but squeezing in their wonderful, womanly way on the inside as they gave us one last post-orgasmic thrill before we pulled out.

We pulled out reluctantly, gazed down at the two beautiful women laying there below us, and then walked to the surf, again swimming to the reef to talk.

"Did she ever let loose and just enjoy it?" Ron asked, almost apologetically.

"Yep," I said, "and it was great. Better than I could have dreamed. How about Denise?" I asked, knowing the answer before it came.

"Damn, Cal, she went with it right from the start!" he said in awe. "It was even better than in the pool." I smiled, and he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry I sound so excited about fucking your wife, man, but things haven't been all that great at home, lately." I looked at him closely, concerned for him and his wife. He just shrugged.

"I've tried everything, and she never says 'No,' or avoids me in any way . . . it's just not like it once was."

"How long ago was it you told her about the night with us in the pool?" I asked.

"Do you think that might be it?" he asked, frowning slightly as he considered the thought. "I guess I told her within a week or so. I didn't want to hide anything from her; that is the worse way for things to get blown out of proportion."

"She might have been reacting to that," I said, hoping my moment of pleasure had not ruined these new friends' marriage. "It could even be subconscious."

We sat quietly for a while, considering what had just happened and, I think, both of us were worrying slightly about what might happen as a result of our actions.

The girls appeared at the edge of the dunes, and walked slowly to the water, their light laughter wafting across the water to our welcome ears.

"Well, it doesn't sound like they have any problem with anything right now," I offered, hoping to lighten the atmosphere.

"You may have put your finger on the problem," Ron said. "I hope so."

The girls swam out to us and hopped up on the reef, each sitting down by her own husband, on the outside, leaving the two men in the middle.

I pulled Denise to me and kissed her longingly on the lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held the kiss for a couple of minutes, thrilling me with her tongue in a way only she can.

We had stopped kissing and looked smilingly at the other couple as they remained locked together. We slipped off the reef and swam away, walking out of the surf hand-in-hand and strolled back to the blankets, sitting down and touching each other while looking deeply into each other's eyes. Our love was immense, and had neither gotten better or worse because of today.
"When they get back up here we need to talk all of this out and decide where we go from here," Denise said, and I knew she was right.

Ron and Annette walked along the beach for a while and then stopped by the pile of shells as she explained to him some of the things Jeebers had taught her in their shelling session that morning.

When they came back to their blanket, Ron pulled a couple of wine coolers from the chest, opening one and handing it to Annette before opening one for himself. He sat behind her and let his hands run over her body. She just smiled at us as we followed his hands with our eyes as they came around to the front of her body, tweaked her nipples gently, and then cupped them in a loving squeeze. At last he looked up at the two of us and smiled.

I wrapped my arms around Denise and she hugged my arms to her breasts, allowing me to feel her hardening nipples against my forearms. Each couple then looked away at the waving sea grass, listening to the surf and gulls and breathing in the salt air mist.

"Can I break the spell before we have to leave for dinner?" I asked quietly, watching the two, finding it hard to believe there could be any trouble between them.

Three pairs of eyes turned to mine, and three heads nodded.

"I'm the one who got all of this started," I began, "so, I would like to be the one to break the ice and get some dialog going on what is happening with us all." Denise shifted position slightly so she could see my face, and smiled up at me encouragingly, her eyes shining . . . with pride, I hoped.

Annette pulled her legs up under her and leaned back against her husband's chest, pulling his arms around her and smiling into his face before returning her attention to me. Ron had watched Denise's body as she rearranged herself and saw that I had noticed. He smiled wryly, shrugging slightly, and I returned the smile briefly.

"I have always had a fantasy about seeing Denise with another man in my presence," I said to Annette in explanation. "I was the one who initiated the sex between Ron and Denise in the pool last year. I set it up and encouraged them every way I could until they let go and let it happen.

"You have to know, however, that I also fantasized about having sex with you, but never thought it would happen," I continued, and Annette looked a little surprised. "But when Denise said she would not stand in the way of a foursome between us – and then we saw you in the mall – I saw a way to maybe make that happen . . . and get the opportunity to watch another coupling between our mates."

"I accept all responsibility . . . and the blame for any resulting problems that may have come from these two times," I continued, raising my hand to silence Ron when he acted like he was going to speak. "But I want you to know, Annette, that I never meant to harm you or your relationship with your husband . . . I was thinking selfishly of my own pleasure." I was quiet then for a second before finishing.

"I also want you to know that today was absolutely a dream come true. You are an adorable, beautiful woman and your husband is the second luckiest man in the world. Thank you for today." I stopped then, hugging my wife as the younger woman smiled shyly at me, then at my wife, and then at her husband, looking up sweetly into his face, before returning her eyes to mine.

"Thank you, Cal, I never really thought myself to be either adorable or beautiful . . . I always saw myself as too skinny, and too hung up on social customs and rules to really fulfill any man's sexual needs, let alone his fantasies. When I compared myself to Denise in my mind I came out losing all the way around. Ron . . . and you . . . have helped me see myself differently today. I don't think we will have any more problems. In fact, the reason we were late getting back here was because I was so turned on by everything that happened today that I attacked my big teddy bear here out in the dunes," she finished, blushing slightly and looking back up at her husband again.

"I'm cool with everything that has happened, and with what has been said here," Ron said, shrugging and grinning. "I could do it again tomorrow, as long as everyone understands that our marriages and relationships with our mates is the most important thing here."

Denise just smiled for a minute.

"My husband speaks for me," she said softly. "I love him and trust him, he has shown me his love for 25 years and I am comfortable with everything that has happened. And, Ron, I will tell you, sex with you is very fulfiling, your wife has taught you what a woman likes. You did nothing to make me uncomfortable . . . you gave me great pleasure. Thank you."

"Ditto," said Annette, smiling up at me, and blushing again.

"Denise and I like you two very much," I said, picking up the conversation again. "We have talked about that while you two were playing rabbits out in the dunes." There were smiles all around. "We don't want to lose you as friends. In fact, your friendship is more important to us than any sexual pleasure we may get from days like today. We don't live that far from each other, and I think it would be great to get together at least once a month or so for fun and maybe to go out to eat. After that night in the pool Denise tells me that I was more aggressive sexually for three or four months before the images faded in my mind. It will probably last even longer this time! (More smiles.) I would like to make a suggestion: Why don't we agree to get together regularly, but limit any possibility for actual sexual intercourse . . . of any kind . . . to once a quarter. Even then, we should have some kind of anonymous vote so any one of us can cancel any sex plans if they are not in the mood, or are uncomfortable with the plans. If you will trust us, Ron and I will determine where to go and what to do, and the girls can determine the timing and where we will eat. What do you think?"

Denise nodded immediately, squeezing my arm in assurance. Annette looked up at Ron and got his smile of approval. She looked back at me, a question in her eyes.

"But can we still dress sexy and show off a little on the regular times together?" she asked, looking from me to Denise.

"If you don't, I will be totally disappointed," I said, grinning widely, and getting a shy smile in return . . . but no blush this time. "In fact, I would hope we will get naked as much as possible, and could even do some flashing and things like that . . . maybe even all have sex together, just with our own mates. Would that work for everyone?"

There were three smiles, and three heads nodded.

"Well, then, let's go get some steak and lobster," I said, glad the talking was over, and thankful we were all in agreement that saving our marriages and our friendships was the most important thing.

We gathered everything up and returned to the cars. There was no one else there as we walked to the showers, so we each took our turn stripping off our suits and showering, and then drying off, totally in the nude. There was some teasing and flirting that went on, just like four friends would do.

As we drove from the parking lot, Denise leaned over and ran her fingers through my hair.

"You were awesome today," I said. "I wish we had thought about going out in the dunes." She laughed easily.

"That's okay, we don't have anything to do tomorrow. I'm willing to stay up all night if you are."

We drove on in silence for a while.

"Cal?" she said after a while.

"Yes?"

"I enjoyed today, more than the last time, and that scares me a little. Promise me that we will back out of this if it interferes in our relationship even the least little bit."

We came to a stop light and I leaned over, looking deeply into her eyes.

"We can stop it tonight if you want."

"No, I don't want to, and that is what scares me. Just promise me that if . . ." her voice trailed off as she looked into my eyes, and then she smiled.

"I promise," I said, sincerely.

She smiled, and leaned back, closing her eyes.

I wondered what she was thinking about. I would ask her when we got home . . . it might make for a great beginning for the rest of the night.