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Authors: Matt Coolomon
Tags: BDSM, adult erotica
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Simon was watching the other men checking his wife out. He had the bottle of suntan-cream and when she laid down he started smoothing the oily fluid into her back. She'd settled with her thighs slightly parted and Max and Kenny still had a good view. As Simon worked the cream into the base of her back and smoothed it over her hip he leant to his wife's neck and whispered - "Do you want to take these off?"
"Here?" Mira replied softly.
"Yeah, why not? I don't think these guys will mind."
"We won't mind," Kenny said quickly.
Max was just gawking. He was speechless.
"Well okay, but you have to keep watch for those two native guys. I don't want them to see me lying here completely naked."
"I'll keep an eye out for them," Kenny offered and Mira met Kenny’s eyes while Simon worked her bikini bottoms down over her hips.
She lifted her bottom while he peeled the clingy little garment down her thighs. Kenny tilted his head to have a look around Simon's shoulder at her pussy. Her eyes followed his and after taking a moment to examine her he again met her eyes.
Her cheeks had reddened. There was something playful yet evasive in her eyes. As if she was reading his mind she very slightly shook her head, and he understood she was saying that they could look but not touch.
Kenny smiled, sort of relieved to have some ground rules, and an open invitation to enjoy the view.
Simon rubbed sun-cream into his hands and smoothed it into her thighs. Her head had lowered to her folded arms and her eyes had closed. She had her knees together and Simon kept his fingers well away from the smooth, puffy lips of her pussy.
Max and Kenny could see the delicate pink layers of tissue parting and sealing back together as Simon’s fingers worked into Mira’s thighs though. He then oiled his hands again and shuffled back to apply the cream to her calves and ankles, and in massaging them quite firmly he also worked her knees apart a little.
He had her knees about three or four inches apart, enough that her thighs no longer met, and the other men then had a view of Mira's slit. Still, her inner folds were sealed together, but they could see the soft tissue enveloping her clit and as Simon continued massaging her calves a glisten of fluid appeared and softened the texture of her pink flesh.
Mira lifted to look back at them again. She watched Max's face for a moment then Kenny felt her eyes upon him. Her husband had moved away and he was busy fixing a place in the sand to sit. She wriggled her body into the sand, settling, and in doing so she edged her knees open a little further.
Max and Kenny exchanged glances and sort of congratulated each other on their good fortune. They chatted casually, with Max delving into his fascination for birds again. Mira remained quiet. She was propped on her elbows reading and sipping wine but her breathing was measured and she was obviously aware of the constant gaze resting on the little gash between her thighs, which had started seeping an almost clear juice.
Earlier it may have been semen but this was definitely her body's own lubricating fluid, Kenny decided.
Simon seemed pretty comfortable with the situation and after a while it became easier to openly appreciate the view between his wife's legs. Kenny often looked up from staring at Mira's pussy to find him watching. There would be an agreeable light in his eyes and it would be okay to then go back to examining her.
Max left to return to his work and Simon settled back in the sand and seemed to dose off. He was still for quite a while then he rolled onto his side with his back turned and it was then that Mira got up and turned over.
She had a little stretch and then laid down on her back with her knees bent up. She wasn't taking any notice of Kenny watching her. She just had another sip of wine and picked up her book again. Her legs were far enough apart to give him a fine view though, and as she read they sort of lazily swayed, and the soft pink
Simon was watching the other men checking his wife out. He had the bottle of suntan-cream and when she laid down he started smoothing the oily fluid into her back. She'd settled with her thighs slightly parted and Max and Kenny still had a good view. As Simon worked the cream into the base of her back and smoothed it over her hip he leant to his wife's neck and whispered - "Do you want to take these off?"
"Here?" Mira replied softly.
"Yeah, why not? I don't think these guys will mind."
"We won't mind," Kenny said quickly.
Max was just gawking. He was speechless.
"Well okay, but you have to keep watch for those two native guys. I don't want them to see me lying here completely naked."
"I'll keep an eye out for them," Kenny offered and Mira met Kenny’s eyes while Simon worked her bikini bottoms down over her hips.
She lifted her bottom while he peeled the clingy little garment down her thighs. Kenny tilted his head to have a look around Simon's shoulder at her pussy. Her eyes followed his and after taking a moment to examine her he again met her eyes.
Her cheeks had reddened. There was something playful yet evasive in her eyes. As if she was reading his mind she very slightly shook her head, and he understood she was saying that they could look but not touch.
Kenny smiled, sort of relieved to have some ground rules, and an open invitation to enjoy the view.
Simon rubbed sun-cream into his hands and smoothed it into her thighs. Her head had lowered to her folded arms and her eyes had closed. She had her knees together and Simon kept his fingers well away from the smooth, puffy lips of her pussy.
Max and Kenny could see the delicate pink layers of tissue parting and sealing back together as Simon’s fingers worked into Mira’s thighs though. He then oiled his hands again and shuffled back to apply the cream to her calves and ankles, and in massaging them quite firmly he also worked her knees apart a little.
He had her knees about three or four inches apart, enough that her thighs no longer met, and the other men then had a view of Mira's slit. Still, her inner folds were sealed together, but they could see the soft tissue enveloping her clit and as Simon continued massaging her calves a glisten of fluid appeared and softened the texture of her pink flesh.
Mira lifted to look back at them again. She watched Max's face for a moment then Kenny felt her eyes upon him. Her husband had moved away and he was busy fixing a place in the sand to sit. She wriggled her body into the sand, settling, and in doing so she edged her knees open a little further.
Max and Kenny exchanged glances and sort of congratulated each other on their good fortune. They chatted casually, with Max delving into his fascination for birds again. Mira remained quiet. She was propped on her elbows reading and sipping wine but her breathing was measured and she was obviously aware of the constant gaze resting on the little gash between her thighs, which had started seeping an almost clear juice.
Earlier it may have been semen but this was definitely her body's own lubricating fluid, Kenny decided.
Simon seemed pretty comfortable with the situation and after a while it became easier to openly appreciate the view between his wife's legs. Kenny often looked up from staring at Mira's pussy to find him watching. There would be an agreeable light in his eyes and it would be okay to then go back to examining her.
Max left to return to his work and Simon settled back in the sand and seemed to dose off. He was still for quite a while then he rolled onto his side with his back turned and it was then that Mira got up and turned over.
She had a little stretch and then laid down on her back with her knees bent up. She wasn't taking any notice of Kenny watching her. She just had another sip of wine and picked up her book again. Her legs were far enough apart to give him a fine view though, and as she read they sort of lazily swayed, and the soft pink
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