My Wife Let Loose on the Beach with Three Men

I always say that the best craziness is never entirely planned. My wife and I had taken advantage of a few days off to get away alone to a house overlooking the sea that a relative had lent us. Our daughter had stayed with her grandmother, so for the first time in a long while we had an entire week to ourselves, with no schedules, no noise, and nobody asking us for anything.

The house was secluded, in a quiet area, with a wooden staircase leading straight down to an almost private beach. As soon as we arrived, we left our bags in the bedroom, opened a few beers, and looked at each other with that smile that appears only when both of you are thinking exactly the same thing: rest, sex, and absolutely no hurry.

Then my phone rang.

It was three acquaintances: two trusted friends and one of my cousins, all adults, all roughly our age, who were in the area and looking for somewhere to crash that night. I told them about the house, the space, and the beach. They asked whether they could join us.

I covered the phone's microphone and looked at my wife. At first she said nothing. She merely raised her eyebrows and smiled with a shameless gleam in her eyes. I already knew that look. It wasn't innocent or casual. It was the same look she wore when something had turned her on before she opened her legs for me.

“Were you thinking what I was thinking?” I asked her quietly.

She came closer, kissed me quickly, and whispered in my ear:

“We're thinking exactly the same filthy thing.”

I laughed, confirmed that they could come, and hung up. She grabbed my hand, led me to the bedroom, and as soon as she closed the door, she unzipped my pants. She pulled out my cock with obscene naturalness, knelt in front of me, and sucked it hungrily, as if she wanted to make it clear from that moment on that the week wasn't going to be peaceful.

“I want to get really horny before they arrive,” she murmured, holding my balls.

I stroked her hair while I watched her take me all the way into her mouth. Her wet mouth, the sound of her saliva, the way she looked at me from below—all of it got me hard instantly. She pulled back a little, spat on the tip, and kept sucking me slowly, alternating tongue and lips until I had to grab her chin to make her stop.

“If you keep that up, I'll come right now.”

“Don't come yet,” she told me. “Save that load for me later.”

We changed and went down to the beach. We spent a while in the water, kissing, touching each other beneath the surface, and enjoying the understanding we had always shared. She was turned on by other people watching her. It drove me crazy to see her enjoying it. It wasn't the first time we'd fantasized about sharing her, but it was the first time the setting seemed so perfectly arranged.

A while later I heard the car horn and went up to greet them. They arrived carrying bottles, ice, and that weekend mood that was already half-dirty from the road. I greeted them, showed them the house, and as soon as they saw the beach, they followed me down the stairs.

My wife was still in the water. When they came over to greet her, all three of them stared at her without even trying to hide it. She was wearing a tiny dark bikini clinging to her body, and the water outlined her tits and ass as if it were drawing her. I laughed at all their faces.

“Try to act normal, you bastards,” I told them.

“Sorry, brother,” one of them replied, laughing, “but she's unbelievable.”

She wasn't offended. On the contrary. She swept her wet hair back, came a little farther out of the water, and gave them a slow smile, knowing perfectly well what effect she was having. From then on I knew the night wasn't going to stop at drinks.

We ate something simple, drank more than we should have, and when night fell we went out for a while to see what was happening in town. We came back late, tired, with that heat clinging to the body that the beach and alcohol leave behind. I lay down on the bed for a while, half-drowsy, while they kept drinking on the terrace with my wife.

Before leaving the room, she leaned over me and whispered:

“If you hear anything strange, don't be scared.”

“Do whatever you want,” I replied, giving her a slap on the ass.

It wasn't long before the silence woke me. I got up, left the room, and found the terrace empty. Clothes were scattered over the chairs, which made me smile even before I looked over the edge. I lowered my gaze to the sand, and there they were, all four of them, near the shore, lit by the moon and the faint light spilling from the house.

The three men were naked. My wife was wearing only a soaked thong, her tits bare. Her head was thrown back while one of them kissed her neck and another squeezed one of her breasts with his whole hand. The third was touching her between the legs over the wet fabric.

I went down with another bottle in my hand. When they saw me, none of them moved away. She merely turned her head and looked at me with that happy-whore expression that excited me so much.

“About time you came down,” she said.

One of my friends, without stopping his caresses along her thigh, spoke plainly:

“Your wife told us you two trust each other. If this bothers you, we'll stop right now.”

I looked at my wife. Her lips were swollen from all the kissing, and her chest was rising and falling quickly. There was no shame on her face. There was nothing but desire.

“If she wants it,” I answered, “I have no problem.”

She pulled down her thong herself without ceremony and let it fall onto the sand.

“I want it,” she said. “And I don't want to waste time.”

We surrounded her like animals around a fire. One kissed her on the mouth while another licked one of her tits, and the third knelt in front of her to spread her legs. From where I stood, I could see salt water running down her thighs mixed with how wet she already was. The first man to put his fingers inside her let out a hoarse laugh.

“She's fucking soaked.”

“Stop talking and keep going,” she answered.

He thrust two fingers into her at once, and she arched, gripping another man's shoulders. I came up behind her and squeezed her ass. It was soft, tense, and open beneath my hands. I spread her cheeks and watched the other man bury his fingers in her pussy again and again, wetting them all the way to the palm.

My wife moaned without making any attempt to hide herself. The sound of the sea mingled with her breathing and the splashing of hands over her body. One sucked her nipples, another bit her neck, another made her gasp with his fingers, and I moved in front of her so she could kiss me while all of it was happening.

“Look at me,” I told her.

She looked at me with her mouth half open and her eyes shining.

“I want you to enjoy watching them use me,” she said.

That finally pushed me over the edge. I slipped my hand between us and rubbed her clitoris while the other man kept penetrating her with his fingers. She began to tremble. The man below leaned in and buried his face between her legs. He opened her pussy with his thumbs and licked it hungrily, from bottom to top, without delicacy, as if he wanted to drink her. My wife gave a short cry and clutched the back of my neck.

“That's it, that's it, don't stop,” she said between gasps. “Put more fingers in me, you bastard.”

The other man obeyed and added a third finger while the one below kept licking her. The combination left her trembling. She came right there, standing up, her knees weak, squeezing my arm as a long, filthy moan escaped her.

“Now, yes,” she said when she caught her breath. “I want cocks.”

We went inside because the wind had begun to blow hard and she said she was cold, but the truth was different: she wanted a bed, room, and more. We went in laughing and naked, leaving wet footprints all over the house. We dried ourselves only enough and went straight to the master bedroom.

The bed was large, but I still dragged a mattress onto the floor so there would be enough room. When I returned, they already had her bent over the edge of the mattress, on all fours, her ass spread wide. My cousin was behind her, lining up to put his cock inside her, while one of my friends held her face to kiss her and another kneaded her tits.

“Go on,” she said without even looking at me. “Put it in already.”

My cousin grabbed her waist and drove his entire cock into her with one thrust. The sound was sharp, wet, brutal. My wife let out a scream and then a deep moan that pierced my chest. He began pounding her mercilessly, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt.

“Fuck, what a tight pussy,” he growled.

“Don't talk to me and keep going,” she replied. “Harder.”

I stood there for a few seconds watching her. Her arched back, her ass taking every blow, the wet cock sliding in and out, her tits moving with the rhythm of the thrusts. I pulled out my cock and began jerking off without taking my eyes off her. Seeing her like that, taken by another man in front of me, pushed me to the brink.

One of the friends stood in front of her and offered her his cock. My wife lifted her head and began sucking it without stopping the pounding from behind. She swallowed it with difficulty, drooling over it, while the other man grabbed her hair to set the pace.

“That's it, bitch, suck it properly,” he told her.

She answered with a muffled moan around his cock. The third man lay down beneath her when we moved her onto the mattress on the floor. My wife settled herself over his face, spreading herself so he could lick her pussy while she remained impaled from behind. The scene was outrageous: one in her mouth, another in her pussy, a third beneath her eating her out, and me watching from the side, jerking off with my breath caught in my throat.

“Look at her,” I said, almost voiceless. “She loves it.”

And yes, she loved it. Her face was red, her lips wet, her legs trembling. Every time the man beneath her ran his tongue over her clitoris, she pushed her ass backward, seeking more cock. My cousin pounded her harder and harder, gripping her waist tightly, the sound of his balls slapping against her skin filling the room.

After a while she pulled the cock from her mouth and spoke between gasps:

“I want my ass too.”

There was a charged second of silence. Then we all laughed like beasts because we knew that with her, those words were never just decoration. We put her on her side and lubricated her properly. One of them spit on her ass, I slowly ran my fingers over it to open her, and she pushed backward impatiently.

“Don't take so long getting me ready,” she protested. “Put it in already.”

One of my friends pressed the tip against her anus while my cousin continued inside her pussy. It entered slowly at first because of the resistance, and she cried out, mixing pain and pleasure in the same sound. I held her hand and kissed her while the second cock finished forcing its way in.

“Breathe,” I told her.

“Don't stop,” she answered. “Don't take either one out.”

She was filled through both holes, and the sight drove me crazy. They began moving carefully at first and then in sync, until they found a rhythm in which one cock came out while the other went in. The mattress thudded against the floor. She screamed, cursed, moaned, and begged for more. The man who was free put himself back in her mouth, and then she was completely occupied, swallowing one cock, taking another in her pussy, and another in her ass.

I lay down near her face and stroked her cheek. She looked at me as best she could and pulled the cock from her mouth for a moment.

“Your turn,” she told me. “I want to feel you too.”

We changed positions. I pulled my cousin out of her pussy and took his place. She was so wet and open that when I entered her, I felt an overwhelming heat. The other man was still in her ass, so as soon as I went in, we began a perfect double penetration: me in front, him behind, our hips striking at different rhythms until they found the same beat. My wife spread her legs wider and let her head fall back, surrendered to pleasure.

“Yes, like that, like that... fuck me, both of you,” she said, almost screaming.

I grabbed one of her tits and began thrusting into her harder. I could feel her tightening inside every time the other man opened her ass from behind. The sound was indecent, nothing but wet skin, broken breathing, and moans. The third man knelt beside her so she could suck him again, and my wife, obedient and desperate, filled her mouth once more.

The scene went on for a long time, with changes, brief pauses to drink water, more saliva, and more hands. We all fucked her in turns and in different combinations. One of them put her on her back and spread her legs to fuck her while looking her in the face, gripping her ankles, while I put two fingers in her ass. Another sat her on his cock so she could ride him, and from behind I rubbed her clitoris until she came again on top of him.

Afterward she knelt on the bed and began sucking all four of us, one cock after another, without shame or hurry. She sucked us, licked our balls, and masturbated us with her hands whenever she couldn't fit everything in her mouth. Saliva ran down her chin and her eyes were wet from the effort, but she kept smiling with pure arousal.

“I love having them all to myself,” she said before swallowing another one.

The room smelled of sex, sweat, and sea air. The sheet was a complete mess. Her thighs bore finger marks. Her ass was still red from all the punishment. Even so, she asked for more, always more. I put her at the edge of the bed and entered her from behind while one of them slapped her tits and another held his cock up to her mouth. My wife let herself be used with a surrender that hypnotized me.

At last, when we were all at the limit, she was the one who gave the order.

“Now, one at a time,” she said, breathing heavily. “I want you to come inside my pussy. All of you.”

I looked at her to make sure. She held my gaze and nodded without hesitation.

“You do it too,” she asked me. “I want to feel you filling me.”

We laid her on her back, her legs spread wide. The first man positioned himself between her thighs and began fucking her with quick, desperate thrusts. She grabbed and squeezed her tits while he came inside her, moaning with his head buried in her neck. When he pulled out, the mixture was already visibly trickling from her open pussy.

The second man entered immediately, using the previous load and her wetness as lubricant. He penetrated her deeply several times, until his whole body tensed and he emptied himself inside her too. My wife let out a moan of pure pleasure as she felt another hot release filling her.

The third didn't take long. He had been on the edge for a while. He thrust into her forcefully, hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, and came inside her, trembling, while she told him filthy things so he wouldn't hold back.

I was last. I positioned myself between her already-soaked legs, watched the mixture of semen and fluids gleam between her lips, and pushed inside slowly, enjoying the thick, hot, indecent sensation. My wife wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Finish with me,” she whispered.

I didn't last long. I fucked her while looking at her face and kissing her, listening to her gasp my name amid all the filth of that night, until I came inside her with brutal intensity. I stayed still for a few seconds, emptying myself completely, feeling her squeeze me and feeling some of the semen already running down her ass and thighs.

When I pulled out, everyone's cum began slowly sliding between her legs. She lowered her hand, gathered what was dripping with two fingers, and brought it to her mouth with a tired, satisfied smile that left us all speechless.

“Not a drop goes to waste,” she said.

We collapsed around her, exhausted, sweaty, and still aroused even though we had no strength left. My wife fell asleep for a while with one leg over me and one hand resting on another man's chest. The moon continued shining through the window, and the murmur of the sea seemed to accompany our exhaustion.

***

The next morning everything was strangely natural. We got up late, naked or half-covered with the first things we found, and she went into the kitchen to make coffee as if nothing extraordinary had happened. She greeted everyone with a kiss, laughed at our hangover faces, and started making breakfast.

But the tension was still there, alive beneath the everyday routine. Every touch carried a memory. Every look recalled the night before. While she cut fruit in the kitchen, I walked behind her and touched her ass. It was still sensitive.

“Sore?” I asked her.

“A little,” she replied with a smile. “And wanting more.”

That same day we went to another nearby beach. Before long, we ended up using the showers in a spacious bathroom where barely two people could fit at once. She went in first. I followed and found her beneath the water, her hair stuck to her back and a depraved expression that left no doubt.

I cornered her against the wet wall and put two fingers in her pussy as soon as I closed the door. She was sensitive and hot again. She sucked me quickly, secretly, with water running over us, until someone knocked on the door and we had to hold back our laughter.

Then the others came in one at a time with whatever excuse they could invent, and although there wasn't room for a repeat of the previous night's madness, there were still hands, mouths, dirty kisses, and quick fucks beneath the shower, stolen from time and danger. Each time one of them left, she was more aroused for the next.

That was how the rest of the getaway continued: with an obscene complicity that felt natural to us, without drama or recriminations. Beach, food, and laughter during the day. Bed, mattress on the floor, and my wife receiving, choosing, guiding, and enjoying at night. Sometimes she slept with them for a while and returned to me before dawn, whispering what they had done, and we ended up fucking again, slowly and intimately, still coated in the scent of the others.

The best part wasn't simply seeing her with other men. It was seeing her free, the owner of her desire, secure in herself and in what we shared. That week didn't break anything between us. On the contrary. It left us with one of those memories I return to whenever I want to come hard: the image of my wife in a house overlooking the sea, naked, open, happy, asking for more while four men did exactly what she wanted.

And every time she reminds me of it in my ear, my cock still gets as hard as it did that first night.