Six Strangers and My Wife Asleep on the Beach

The idea of going to a nudist cove had been mine. Carmen took three days to be convinced, and when she finally said yes, she did it with that mix of nervousness and curiosity that defined her when something scared her and attracted her in equal measure.

The apartment had been lent to us by a coworker who had a little house on the Almería coast, near a small town almost nobody knew outside the region. A ten-minute walk away was a secluded cove frequented only by the locals and the regular nudists: dark sand, clean water, no beach bar or rental loungers. Just the sea, the sun, and people who had decided clothes were unnecessary.

The first day we arrived dressed in shyness. The second, Carmen let the top of her bikini drop with a nonchalance that left me speechless. The third, we arrived in street clothes, took everything off beside the towel, and lay down as if we’d been doing it for years.

That was the day everything changed.

***

The heat at two in the afternoon was thick and sticky. Carmen was lying on her back with her arms slightly away from her body, her feet pointing toward the sea, breathing slowly with her eyes closed. She had been like that for almost forty minutes. The protective oil I had spread over her shoulders before she fell asleep glistened on her skin, which the sunny days had tanned to a dark, even color. Her breasts moved slowly with her breathing, the dark nipples alert in the breeze; between her slightly parted thighs, the black hair framed her cunt in a way that left no doubt about what was there.

I wasn’t asleep. I’d had a half-hard cock for a while and too many things on my mind.

About fifteen meters from where we were, a group of young guys had been camped out near the shore for some time. I had counted them: six. They had that energy of people who come to the beach intent on forgetting the work year in one blow. They drank, ran into the water, shoved each other around with the noisy camaraderie of people who’ve known each other forever. But when Carmen had spread out the towel and lain down, the volume of their conversations had dropped a few decibels.

I had seen them looking at her. And I had seen them getting hard in plain sight, unable to hide it, their cocks stiffening as they pretended to watch the sea. Instead of feeling what I suppose I should have felt, I felt something else.

Our sex life had long since been expanding into territory neither of us would have mentioned at the start of the relationship. The fantasies we shared in bed had gained detail over the months. The most recurring one was always the same: Carmen being fucked by other men while I watched, Carmen with two cocks inside her, Carmen swallowing other men’s loads while looking for me with her eyes. We had never acted on it. There was always something: the wrong opportunity, the wrong place, the moment never quite lining up.

But there, in that cove where nobody knew us, with six hard cocks watching her and Carmen unaware of the world, the opportunity had exactly the shape I had imagined thousands of times.

I stood up with my heart pounding in my throat.

I walked toward them slowly, as if I were going to ask the time. When I got close I crouched beside the first one and spoke in a low voice.

—That woman over there is my wife.

They looked at me, not knowing what to expect.

—She sleeps very deeply. —I paused—. If you want to come over and cum on her, I’m not going to say a thing. Empty your balls over her tits, her stomach, her face, wherever you want. But don’t touch her.

There was a five-second silence. The oldest of the group, a guy in his mid-twenties with wet hair stuck to his forehead and a long, thick cock that stayed half-erect just from what he was hearing, looked at me steadily.

—Seriously?

—Seriously. Quietly and no touching her. Just jerk off over her and cum.

They didn’t need any more deliberation.

They came over slowly, circling the towel as if the ground might creak. I sat beside them and watched. Six naked men with their cocks hard in their hands, starting to work them in front of my sleeping wife, with the sun overhead and the sound of the sea in the background. They were stroking themselves with clenched fists, breathing through their noses, biting their lips to keep from moaning. One of them spat into his palm to slide better over the swollen head. Another gripped his balls with his free hand and squeezed them while he jerked at a faster and faster pace. The image was exactly as I had imagined it, and at the same time completely different: more real, dirtier, more tense than any fantasy.

The first to go was the youngest, a skinny kid who lasted less than two minutes. He dumped onto Carmen’s stomach with a controlled groan, clenching his teeth to keep quiet, while thick ropes of semen fell just below her navel and slid toward her pubis. Carmen stirred only slightly, like someone swatting away a fly without waking, but she kept sleeping. The second aimed at her tits: a long spurt crossed both breasts and another shorter one landed right on her right nipple, hanging there. The third, with his cock pointed well downward, came on her neck and shoulders, marking thick drops on her collarbone.

The last three went straight to her face. The oldest one —the one with the stuck-down hair— lasted the longest and gave the most: he shot three bursts in a row, one on her cheek, another over her parted lips, and a third that landed on the dark hair curving between her thighs. Another painted her forehead and hair. The last had the thickest cock of all and aimed at her cunt: he came over the pubic hair and the semen slid down toward the folds without getting inside.

Within minutes her body was covered in thick white patches that the two o’clock heat was beginning to set on her brown skin. She smelled of sex over the smell of the sea.

The boys walked away in silence toward the water without looking at me, their cocks still half-down, dripping the last of it.

I stayed seated beside her, looking at her, with a mix of satisfaction and a nervousness I didn’t quite know where to put.

***

It was a drop that woke her.

A heavier drop than the others, which had slid from her cheek to the corner of her lip. Carmen wrinkled her nose first. Then she brought her hand to her face with the automatic motion of someone brushing something away without understanding what it is. And when she felt the thick texture between her fingers, she opened her eyes.

She stared at her hand for three seconds.

Then she looked down at the rest of her body.

—What the... —she said, not finishing the sentence.

She sat up slowly, looking at the white trails crossing her stomach, her tits, her neck. She ran her fingers across her cheek and looked at them again. A thick strand hung from her right nipple. She brought two fingers to her lip and tasted it, unable not to.

—Diego. —Her voice was low and very controlled, which is when I worry most—. Whose is all this?

—Some guys nearby —I said—. They saw you and couldn’t resist. They’ve gone into the water now.

Carmen didn’t answer right away. She looked at her body again, methodically, as if taking inventory. She ran a hand through the hair on her pubis and checked that there was semen there too. Then she fixed me with a look I couldn’t fully decipher.

—You let them? —she asked.

—Yes.

—You invited them?

Silence from me.

—Diego. Did you invite them?

—Yes.

I waited for the explosion. It didn’t come. What came instead was worse: complete calm.

—You’re an idiot —she said at last, without raising her voice—. Not because you did it. Because you didn’t wake me up to do it properly.

I looked at her, not knowing what to say.

—To do it properly?

—To participate, Diego. To decide for myself which one of six men in front of me I was going to fuck. —She looked at her stomach again—. You turned me into a piece of furniture. Into a wall men jerk off against. That’s not what we’ve ever fantasized about. I don’t want them cumming on me while I’m asleep. I want to suck them, I want to feel them shove it all the way in, I want to decide which one goes in front and which one goes behind. That’s what we’ve talked about.

She was right. I knew it perfectly well.

—I’m sorry.

—Sorry doesn’t help me. —She turned toward the shore, where the six guys were still splashing around in the distance—. Are they still there?

—Yes.

—Good. —She stood up on the towel with a decisiveness that stole my breath—. Then this can still be fixed.

***

She stood there in the sun with the semen still visible on her skin, making no move to cover or clean it. It was a calculated detail. Carmen never did anything without calculating it. With her tits stained, her pubis shining, and her hair sticky where a load had landed, she was an image that was going to drive the six of them insane the moment they saw her up close.

She raised her arm and made a broad signal to them with her hand.

The boys saw her from the water. They looked at one another. They hesitated.

—Come here! —she shouted, with an authority that brooked no argument.

The six of them came out of the water. They walked slowly across the sand, their cocks still soft from the dip but hardening with every step as they came closer. When they reached the towel, Carmen looked at each one in silence, letting time do its work. Each of them saw her up close covered in her own semen and their friends’, and all of them got hard again without needing to touch themselves.

—You started something —she said at last— and you did it very badly. You’re staying here and you’re going to fuck me properly. Is that clear?

The oldest of the group nodded without speaking. His pulse was visible in his cock.

—Good. —She pointed at me with a jerk of her chin—. Diego, sit down. And don’t move from there.

I sat down.

What followed lasted more than an hour.

***

Carmen didn’t improvise. What she unfolded over that hour had the logic of someone who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.

She positioned them around her without asking for any order: it was the natural space they occupied when she knelt in the sand in front of the first one. She grabbed his cock with her hand, weighed it like someone assessing a product, and took it into her mouth all the way without warning. The kid threw his head back and let out a guttural moan. Carmen pulled it out slowly, leaving a strand of saliva hanging, and ran her tongue from his balls to the tip before swallowing it whole again.

—You —she said to the next one without letting go of the first, gripping his cock with her left hand while she kept working the one in her mouth—. Here. Now.

She started alternating. She sucked one and jerked the other two with her hands, then switched, rubbed a cock over her semen-stained tits, took two into her mouth at once, let another man rub his head against her lips without quite putting it in. She worked with concentration and without hurry, moving from one to another and establishing a rhythm that kept them all on the edge without letting them finish. She controlled them with small gestures and short words.

—You wait. Not you yet. You now. Here, in my mouth. Deeper.

The boys obeyed without a word of protest. I doubt any of them had expected to be in that situation when they left home that morning. One of them started to tremble and Carmen pushed his cock away from her face with a gentle slap.

—Don’t even think about it. Not yet.

When she considered them all sufficiently worked up, she lay down on the sand without the towel, ignoring the temperature of the ground. She spread her cunt open with two fingers, showing them how wet she was, and nodded at the oldest one.

—You. Now. Fuck me.

The oldest stood between her legs, grabbed her thighs, and drove his cock into her in one single thrust to the hilt. Carmen let out a long moan, threw her head back, and dug her heels into his ass so he wouldn’t pull out. He fucked her with hard, deep thrusts, making her tits bounce against his chest with every stroke, and she kept getting louder without overdoing it, with the genuine register of someone feeling every inch.

—Harder. Like that. More.

A minute later she changed him without giving him time to finish. She got on all fours in the sand, ass raised and tits hanging, and called the next one. He grabbed her hips and slid his cock into her from behind while another stood in front of her face with his cock hard. Carmen swallowed it without hesitation, matching the rhythm with which they were fucking her from behind: when the one in back shoved, she sucked, and so they had her full on both sides at once.

One of those waiting came up to her side. She grabbed his cock with her hand and started jerking it while she kept sucking the one in front of her.

—All three at once —she murmured when she could—. I want three at once.

The one in her ass pulled out and she straddled him, impaling herself in one sit. His cock went all the way in and Carmen stayed still for a second, squeezing him with her cunt, before she began to move. Another got behind her, parted her ass cheeks, and started pushing his cock into her asshole slowly, waiting for her to yield. Carmen gripped the shoulders of the man below her, clenched her teeth, and thrust her hips back, taking both cocks at once with a rough moan that came up from her chest.

—Fuck... —she said, not finishing the sentence.

The third one positioned himself in front of her face and she met him with her mouth open. The three of them started moving in sync, finding a rhythm even they themselves didn’t understand. The other three, waiting their turn, were jerking off around them, watching my wife take three cocks at the same time and handle all three with the same ease.

The atmosphere in the cove was tight and animal, like when the heat presses down before a storm. It smelled of sweat, sex, cum, hot sand. You could hear the thrusts, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the moans Carmen no longer controlled as much, the panting breaths of the six of them.

At one point Carmen found me with her eyes between the bodies surrounding her. She found me and didn’t look away for several seconds, her mouth full and her hips moving on the two cocks that had her impaled. That detail —spotting me, making sure I was still there, watching, while she was fucked from front and back and another man shoved it into her mouth— affected me more than anything else that was happening.

She took the cock out of her mouth for a second.

—Are you watching, Diego? —she asked, her voice hoarse and a thread of saliva hanging from her chin.

—Yes —I answered.

—Good. Then don’t miss what comes next.

She went back into the rhythm with even more eagerness. She kept rotating through the six of them without leaving any one man in the same place for long: the one in her cunt moved to her ass, the one in her ass went to her mouth, the one in her mouth to her hands, and so on until all of them had gone through all of her. She let herself be fucked on her back with her legs over the shoulders of the man penetrating her, she lay spooning with one behind her while she ate another man’s cock, she let herself be driven into the sand with her face pressed to the ground and her ass raised.

When the final moment came, she organized it herself.

She knelt in the center and assigned them.

—The first three here. —She touched her lips with a finger—. The other three inside. Two in the cunt, one in the ass. And you all cum inside. All of you. Is that clear?

There was no chaos. There was a strange, almost respectful coordination, people suddenly understanding the rules of something nobody had prepared them for. The first three surrounded her in front and started jerking their cocks at the level of her face. Carmen stuck out her tongue and started licking the three heads in turn, letting them rub against her lips, her chin, and her cheeks.

The other three took her from behind. One lay down in the sand and Carmen sat on top of him, impaling herself again. Another shoved into her ass from above. The third found room beside the two previous ones and managed to slide his cock in next to the one in her cunt, with Carmen letting out a moan that sounded like surrender. She had five cocks inside or around her at once, and she was still using her hands to jerk the ones that wouldn’t fit.

The first to cum was the one in her ass. She felt him inside and clenched her buttocks to hold him in. The second emptied into her cunt almost immediately, and the third, who was with him down there, lasted a few seconds longer before emptying too. The three up front came over her face almost at the same time: one onto the tongue Carmen had stuck out, another over her lips, another over her cheek and closed eye. She swallowed what landed in her mouth without pulling away, closed her lips, and ran her thumb over her mouth to gather what was hanging there.

When it was all over, Carmen lay down in the sand with her eyes closed and her arms at her sides. Semen was leaking from her cunt and ass onto the sand, her face was painted, her tits were soaked. She breathed slowly, with an almost deliberate regularity. The six boys walked away without anyone saying anything, this time straight to their things, not going back into the water.

I went up to her. I knelt beside her on the hot sand.

—Carmen.

She opened her eyes.

She had an expression I had never seen on her before. It wasn’t exactly satisfaction. It was something more settled, calmer. Like someone who has just resolved something that had been pending for a long time.

—Good? —I asked.

—Good —she confirmed—. But next time, Diego, you wake me up first. —She closed her eyes again—. You wake me and we decide together from the start. That’s how this works.

—Understood.

—And now shut up and give me the water, I’m thirsty as hell.

I handed her the bottle. She sat up slowly, drank unhurriedly, and when she was done she handed it back to me with the same calm with which she would have finished a normal nap.

The sea kept sounding the same as before. The cove was almost empty. The sun had dropped a little and the light was more golden, slanting over the water.

Carmen stood up, brushed the sand from her palms, and walked toward the sea without looking back, semen still sliding down the inside of her thighs.

I watched her from the shore for a moment before following her.