What My Wife Allowed at the Nude Beach

The hotel lobby was huge, all pale marble and plants, and I was at the front desk finishing the check-in while Naomi waited for me in an armchair a few feet away. I’ll admit it right away: I’m jealous. It doesn’t bother me that men look at her; that seems almost logical to me, because my wife is incredible. She’s tall, about five foot nine, thirty years old, African American, with a body that turns heads. Slim waist, legs sculpted at the gym, a beautiful face. What I struggle with is disrespect, and in two years of marriage she had never given me a reason to worry. Except once, when we were just starting to date, when I ended up arguing with a guy who was coming on to her too hard.

I, Damián, am not doing too badly either. I’m six feet tall, I go to the gym without obsessing over it, and I’m decent-looking. We lived in Arizona and hadn’t taken a vacation in a while, so we decided to spend a week at the beach in Mexico, rest, and take the opportunity to visit my family.

I finished the check-in, signaled to Naomi, and we walked to the elevator. We let in a man about her height, potbellied and in his forties, not attractive at all, who was with a young man who must have been his son. The bellboy came in too with a luggage cart almost full, along with a young couple who wouldn’t stop talking to each other. The cubicle was narrow, elegant, with a mirror on the ceiling, and we were packed in tight.

I took up a corner in front, with both suitcases. Naomi to my right, holding onto my arm. The man stood right behind her. We were tired from the flight, dressed comfortably: I had on a T-shirt and shorts, and she was wearing black leggings and a gray strappy top that outlined her whole figure. As soon as we turned toward the door, I felt the man’s eyes all over her.

“Which floor?” the bellboy asked.

“Seven,” Naomi answered.

She speaks Spanish well; she learned it in college and practicing with me. She has a soft, charming accent that gives away that it’s not her native language.

The elevator started up and that’s when it all began. Naomi let out a short sigh and pressed herself a little harder against me while reaching behind her with her free hand for something.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” she told me, but her gestures betrayed her.

I didn’t give it much importance, adjusted the suitcases, and looked up at the ceiling. My reflection looked back at me, and then I understood. The man was trying to touch her ass, and she was discreetly moving his hand away so as not to make a scene. The young couple was in their own world. I froze. The guy backed off for a second, waited for Naomi to adjust her purse, and laid his whole palm on her, squeezing. My wife jerked, slapped at his hand again, and then we reached the floor. I reacted too late and got off with her.

In front of the room door, I could tell she was upset.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

She went straight into the bathroom while I set down the bags. I was furious at the old man’s shamelessness and, above all, at myself for having gone numb. I doubted she knew who it had been, with so many people packed in there. I sat on the bed, turning it over in my mind. Fifteen minutes later she came out of the bathroom, calm again, as if nothing had happened, and climbed on top of me.

“Let’s go swimming.”

“It’s too late for the beach.”

“The hotel pool.”

She kissed me in a way that admitted no argument. She pulled out her swimsuit, I grabbed some shorts, and we changed. She put on a one-piece black swimsuit with a matching wrap, and she looked spectacular.

***

The pool was small and had a jacuzzi off to one side. There was a young couple in the water and a woman alone in the bubbles. We swam for a while and I, still on edge, noticed how the guy from the couple kept watching her, though discreetly. After a few laps, Naomi came over to me and we started kissing, pressing closer and closer to my body. My arousal was rising fast.

“Let’s go to the jacuzzi.”

“Let’s go.”

She took me by the hand and came out of the water with a hip sway that was basically a provocation. We got in. The water was warm, perfect, and the bubbles covered everything from the waist down. We chatted a little about the plans for the next few days until I closed my eyes and, out of nowhere, felt her hand on my crotch. I looked around; nobody was paying attention to us.

“Shhh,” she whispered in my ear. “You’re turned on.”

“You do that to me.”

She pulled my shorts down a little under the water and started stroking me, slowly. I paid her back: I put my palm on her thigh and worked my way upward, caressing until I reached between her legs. She pressed them together for a moment, then opened them, and I started rubbing her over the fabric.

“Ah…” escaped her.

She bit her lip so she wouldn’t make a sound. I lost track of time; I don’t know how long we stayed like that until someone else got into the jacuzzi. It was the man from the elevator.

“Good evening,” he said.

We stopped dead, though our hands stayed where they were. Naomi didn’t know this was the same man who had gotten handsy with her, and she stayed calm. I, on the other hand, recognized him at once and everything in me twisted.

“Nice hotel, isn’t it? Where are you from?” he started chatting.

“The United States,” I said flatly.

And then, with a shamelessness I hadn’t known she had, Naomi resumed what she had been doing under the water. She masturbated me slowly while carrying on the conversation with the old man as if nothing were happening. I tensed up, but she was doing an amazing job. I decided to play along and went back to rubbing her over the swimsuit.

“Oh… I think I scraped myself on something,” she said, disguising a moan.

“Careful, miss, people leave things in the water.”

She kept up the conversation as normally as she could, smiling too much, biting her lips now and then. Both of us were dying to go further. After quite a while, the guy seemed to realize something odd was going on, and Naomi cut it short.

“It was nice meeting you, sir, but we’re dead tired from the trip.”

“The pleasure was mine.”

She stood up, adjusting her swimsuit, giving the old man a perfect view of her body. In the room she threw herself on me and we fucked for much of the night.

“Did you see how he devoured you with his eyes?” I asked her afterward.

“Yes. Let him enjoy himself.”

***

The next two days were calm: restaurants, a nearby beach, walking around. I forgot about the old man, the way you forget everything when you’re having a good time. On our last day before going to my parents’ house, we got the idea of trying a nude beach. The arousal from what happened in the jacuzzi was still floating around and we wanted to be bold.

The taxi dropped us off near a fairly crowded area, so we walked a long time to get away and be left alone. Almost everyone was naked; there was every kind of body, all ages, but all adults. We found a secluded corner with grass and tall weeds around it, where only a few people passed now and then: a fruit seller every so often, some lost walker. We spread out the towels. I took off my shirt and Naomi removed her wrap. She had on a black bikini, bottoms that tied at the sides and a red top, her hair gathered in a bun and dark sunglasses. We lay down without daring to take off anything else.

After a while I got hot.

“Come on, let’s cool off.”

We got into the water. I went all the way under; she didn’t, because of her hair. We were talking about what time to leave when a voice interrupted us.

“First time at a nude beach?”

It was the man from the hotel. I never did learn his name.

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Because you’re still wearing your swimsuits,” he said with a laugh.

“Yeah, we don’t have any experience,” Naomi admitted, smiling.

“Well, if you don’t take them off, you never will.”

The guy walked away, the water at his waist. Naomi looked at me with mischief, came closer, and kissed me while rubbing my bulge over my shorts. Then she slid both hands into the waistband and slowly pulled them down. I grabbed her by the waist and got bold enough to untie her top, freeing her breasts. I took them in my hands and played with them.

“Ah…” she started to moan softly.

I lowered my hands to take off the other part, but she stopped me.

“Not that one.”

“But you already took off mine.”

“Yes, but not yet.”

She gave me a quick kiss and came out of the water swaying her hips, taking my shorts in her hand, leaving me with a view of her ass barely covered by the black thong. She lay down face down on the towel. I stayed in the water, a little embarrassed to be naked for the first time in a place like that. A young couple walked by, both of them looked at her, said hello, and kept going. How could they not look at her?

I swam a few more laps. When I came back up, the man was standing beside Naomi, talking to her, and she was laughing. I felt that sting of jealousy again, the one I thought I had gotten over. Sure, the old man had gotten fresh in the elevator, but back then I had frozen; now it was different. Besides, he wasn’t in my league, with that belly hanging over his belt.

I got out of the water and walked toward our spot. What I saw stopped me cold: Naomi was still lying face down and the man was rubbing sunscreen on her legs. This time I got really angry. I quickened my pace, and it must have shown on my face, because the guy cut off his laugh and stood up quickly as soon as he saw me.

“Good thing you’re back, honey,” Naomi said, with disconcerting calm. “Are you bringing me fruit?”

“Where’s the vendor?”

“He must be around somewhere.”

Her tone threw me off. After all, it was just sunscreen. I dried my hair with the towel while the man sat back down near her.

“You can keep going,” Naomi told the guy.

“O-okay, miss.”

I grabbed some bills and went looking for the vendor. I walked a good ten minutes without finding anyone. When I came back to tell her I was going to be late, I managed to see the man yanking his hands away at full speed from what looked to me like my wife’s ass. I wasn’t entirely sure, but the thought stuck in me.

“I can’t find the vendor, I’m going farther to look. I’ll be a while.”

“Okay.”

She smiled at me and lay her head back down.

***

I walked a few yards and stopped. The uncertainty was boiling inside me. Instead of going on, I turned back, positioned myself behind the tall weeds, and crouched so they wouldn’t see me. What I had in front of me left me breathless.

The guy was massaging her thighs, moving dangerously close to her buttocks without actually touching them. Then he grabbed the bottle, put sunscreen on her back, and started moving his hands up and down in slow circles. Naomi had her head resting on her arms and her eyes closed.

“Mmm…” she let out.

The man slid his hands toward her sides until he brushed the breasts that were exposed because she was lying down. He did it fast, subtle. Naomi opened her eyes for an instant, he didn’t notice, and he went back to her back. Then he leaned in more and, brazenly, pressed his body against her ass. I felt anger and excitement at the same time, something completely new for me. I didn’t do anything. I waited for her reaction, but she closed her eyes again.

The guy lowered his left hand to the knot of the bikini. Naomi stopped him with her own, smiled, and shook her head.

“It’s so it doesn’t get dirty, miss.”

I thought that was the end of it. But my wife took her hand away.

“Don’t leave it in the sand.”

“Of course not.”

He untied the bottoms, slid them off carefully while she barely lifted her hips, and tucked them into our bag. He put cream on her buttocks and started massaging, first quickly to spread it, then more slowly, opening her a little more each time. Naomi spread her legs and let the man’s fingers drop until they brushed her sex. She raised her head a little and let him do it. The old man focused there, massaging in circles, and she was biting her lip, lost.

“The front too,” she said suddenly, turning over.

She lay on her back. The man settled beside her, put cream on her stomach and shoulders, and started from above, leaning in so far it was almost on top of her. He moved down to her breasts and began kneading them, first carefully, then hungrily. Naomi is very sensitive there; she threw her head back, biting her lips. The man squeezed her nipples.

“Ah…” she moaned, and took his hands. “Not only there.”

She guided them to her belly. The man went down over her stomach, spread cream on her thighs, and, seeing that she didn’t protest, ran his hand straight over her sex. Naomi bent her knees and opened her legs wider. The man slid a finger in slowly, then two, and started a back-and-forth motion that gained rhythm as he touched himself with the other hand. She took his wrist and brought it to her crotch; he understood and let himself be masturbated. And there I was, in the weeds, watching the two of them pleasure each other.

Suddenly Naomi arched her back and let go of the man’s hand.

“Oh, God…”

She writhed slightly, then went still, catching her breath, and smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

“But I’m still missing, miss.”

He moved his sex with his hand until she sat up a little and grabbed him again.

“You can put it in your mouth…”

“No,” Naomi said, smiling.

“All right then, let me see your ass.”

She turned over onto her stomach, this time a little more upright, almost chest to the ground. The guy knelt down, almost sitting on her legs, rubbing himself against her buttocks while he kneaded them. At one point he positioned the tip at Naomi’s entrance.

“Just rubbing,” she said.

“Just the tip, miss.”

“No.”

The old man didn’t insist and kept rubbing himself, brushing against my wife’s sex from time to time, while she bit her lips. He sped up until he came all over her ass. They both got up to adjust themselves.

“Thank you, miss.”

And the shameless bastard planted a kiss on her that caught her off guard. She returned it for a second, he grabbed her ass, and then Naomi pulled away and the guy walked off.

I waited until he was far away. My wife got into the water to rinse off, and only then did I show up.

“I never found the vendor,” I told her, getting in with her.

“Maybe another time.”

I kissed her like never before. She smiled at me when we pulled apart, and we fucked for a good while right there in the water, both of us burning hot.