What Happened at the Nude Beach Changed Our Relationship Forever
We had been together for seven years when we discovered nude beaches. Valeria had always been an exhibitionist without knowing it: she liked changing with the curtains open, walking around the house in her underwear when we had visitors, provoking without seeming to mean to. I was thirty-eight, she was thirty-three, and that July afternoon we decided to sneak off to a cove someone had recommended to us, far away from everything.
I watched her get dressed that morning and I already knew the day was going to be different. She put on a white crochet dress with nothing underneath except a tiny thong. With every step she took, the outline of her small breasts showed through the openwork fabric. She looked at me with that smile she gets when she knows exactly what she’s doing.
—Let’s go already —she said, grabbing the towels—. Before I change my mind.
She wasn’t going to change her mind. She never did.
The path down to the cove was a narrow trail between pine trees that wound down the side of a cliff. The heat was brutal, over thirty-eight degrees, and the air smelled of resin and salt. As we went along, we kept crossing paths with a few lone men wandering aimlessly between the trees. They all looked at her. She knew it and walked a little slower, letting the dress cling to her body in the breeze.
We found a secluded clearing among the pines, about a hundred meters from the shore. Fine sand, partial shade, and isolated enough to make us feel alone. I spread out the big towel and stripped without thinking. Valeria stood in front of me, pulled the dress over her head in one slow movement, and then slid the thong down her legs. She stood there naked, the sun tracing every curve, her skin already shining with sweat.
—I love this —she whispered, letting herself fall beside me—. Feeling the sun everywhere.
We spent a couple of hours like that, lying down, talking about anything, brushing our legs together. Every so often I ran my hand along her thigh and she parted her legs a little, like an invitation that never quite became explicit. The heat made everything feel more intense: her hot skin against mine, the smell of sunscreen mixed with her sweat, the constant tingle of knowing we were exposed.
I noticed a couple of guys passing by on the nearby path and pausing a second too long when they saw us. Valeria was lying on her back with her legs slightly open and made no effort to close them. One of them stayed there watching us from behind some bushes, about fifteen meters away. I saw that she had noticed too because her nipples hardened all at once.
—We’re putting on a hell of a show —I whispered in her ear.
—I know —she replied without opening her eyes, smiling—. And it’s making me wet.
That was enough. I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She let out a soft moan and grabbed my cock, which was already fully hard. I pushed her back until she was pressed against the trunk of a pine tree and kept kissing her, pressing my body against hers. I held her wrists above her head with one hand while with the other I stroked her neck, applying just enough pressure, the way she liked.
I lowered my mouth to her breasts. They were small but perfect, with dark nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. I licked them slowly, bit one gently, and she arched her back, pressing herself against my mouth. When I looked up, I saw that her eyes were open, fixed on the bushes.
—He’s still there —she told me in a whisper—. And he’s got his hand inside his swim trunks.
Jesus Christ, I thought. The situation excited me as much as it excited her.
I turned her around and put her on all fours over the towel. I knelt behind her and buried my face between her ass cheeks. She was soaked, the salty taste of sweat mixed with her arousal. I licked from her pussy upward, slowly, pushing my tongue deep, and she started moaning without holding back. She spread her own ass cheeks with her hands, resting her forehead on the towel and lifting her ass toward my face.
I slid two fingers inside her while I kept licking her. She was so wet they went in without resistance. She started moving her hips against my hand, fucking my fingers, and her moans grew louder and louder. She no longer cared who heard.
When I lifted my head to catch my breath, I saw that the guy in the bushes had come closer. He was less than five meters away, cock out, openly jerking off. He was about forty, tanned, thick, curved cock. Valeria saw him too. Instead of getting scared, she looked him in the eye and smiled.
—What are you doing? —I asked her, more aroused than worried.
—Leave him —she told me, her voice hoarse—. I like being watched.
I kept touching her, now faster, and the guy kept edging closer step by step. When he was less than a meter away, Valeria reached out and grabbed his cock. My heart started racing. She began masturbating him while I fingered her and ate everything she had between her legs.
The guy took another step and Valeria took the tip into her mouth. She licked him, sucked him, worked him deeper and deeper. I watched from behind, my face inches from her open sex, and I couldn’t believe what was happening or how insanely turned on it was making me.
I turned her onto her back and spread her legs. The guy knelt between them and drove into her in one hard thrust. Valeria let out a cry that sent the birds in the nearby pine tree scattering. I moved up beside her head and she took my cock in her hand and started sucking me while that stranger fucked her with a firm, steady rhythm.
I don’t know how long we were like that. The heat, the moans, the wet sound of bodies. At some point I noticed movement around us and saw that two other men had come closer, watching the scene while masturbating. I looked at Valeria for any sign of discomfort, but what I saw in her eyes was pure, unrestrained desire.
—More —was all she said.
The first one pulled out of her and came across her belly with a long groan. Before I could react, one of the newcomers took his place. This cock was longer and thinner, and Valeria moaned differently when it went in, a sharper sound, more desperate. The pace increased and she started trembling with every thrust.
The third man stood beside me and Valeria alternated between the two cocks with her mouth, sucking one while the other waited in her hand. I stroked her hair, her face, told her in her ear she was incredible, that I loved her, that she should keep going. She looked at me with glassy eyes and nodded before taking the cock again.
The one fucking her changed angle and came in from behind. Valeria tensed for a second, gritting her teeth, but immediately relaxed her body and started pushing back, asking for more. I knew her well enough to know that drove her crazy, and that afternoon was no exception.
Who is this woman, I thought, watching her. And how did we get here.
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One last man approached. He was tall, dark-skinned, and endowed in a way that made Valeria and me exchange a look. She bit her lip and nodded almost imperceptibly. She lay on her back and he settled underneath her. I felt him enter because Valeria squeezed her eyes shut and let the air out in a rush, as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of her body. The one behind her was soon back in the other way.
They were both fucking her at once. Valeria moaned with every double thrust, an animal sound I had never heard from her before. I was on my knees in front of her and she took me in her mouth while her body jolted between those two unknown bodies. Sweat ran down her back, sand stuck to her knees and her hair was a mess, and I had never seen her more beautiful in my life.
The one behind her finished first, with a spasm that shook his whole body, and withdrew. Valeria kept riding the one beneath her, faster and faster, the moans turning into short cries. I could feel it in her mouth: she was clenching, trembling, on the verge of coming. When she did, it was with her whole body, an orgasm that ran through her from head to toe and dragged me under too. I came in her mouth and she swallowed without stopping, without letting go of the other man, riding him until he emptied himself inside her too with a deep roar.
Everything fell silent. Only the cicadas and our ragged breathing could be heard.
Valeria slowly stood up. Her body was covered in sweat, sand, and traces of what had happened. The man from below sat up, she knelt in front of him and cleaned him completely with her tongue, slowly, with a tenderness that contrasted with everything before. Then he nodded, got dressed, and left without saying a word.
We were left alone. Valeria came over to me, sat on my lap, and kissed me. She tasted like everything: salt, sex, summer.
—I love you —she said against my lips—. Thank you for this.
—Me too —I answered, holding her—. But next time give me a heads-up, because I nearly had a heart attack.
She laughed with that laugh of hers that made me fall in love seven years ago, and we stayed there sitting a while longer, naked, sticky, happy. We gathered our things when the sun began to go down and walked back to the car in silence, holding hands, with the certainty that something had changed between us. We didn’t know whether for better or for worse, but neither of us wanted to go back.