Back in the early 80's we rented a beach house with 3 other couples, we had not seen the place and we quickly learned, upon arrival, the difference between "sleeps 8" and having 4 bedrooms. Basically it was one big room with sofas and cots, the bathroom was the only room with a door, except for the enclosed outdoor shower downstairs.The ladies devised some sort of pick a straw system for deciding who had to sleep where, we got a twin folding bed and an air mattress if that was too small, it was. But we all had a good attitude and we weren't going to let the lack of sleeping accommodations ruin the trip. After all, we had an almost private beach, a huge hot tub, and most importantly, an ice maker that was large enough to service a bar. Unlimited margaritas and daiquiris.
We had all partied a lot together, but I had never even seen any of these ladies in even a bathing suit. Everyone got there turn in the bathroom to change into swimsuits, my wife and I took advantage of the shower downstairs, so we were the 1st ready to go. After a while we had a cooler full of margaritas and beer and everyone spent the afternoon at the beach getting drunk and a little sunburned.
As in most beach houses I have shared, more liquor and beer is consumed the first night and last night than any other time, this was no exception. When everyone got hungry we we back to the house for dinner, of course the drinking continued. The bathroom was a busy place with 8 people drinking, I was wondering how this was going to play out, especially in the morning. We got the hot tub filled and going and everyone, still in bathing suits got in.
I figured with all the alcohol sooner or later one of the ladies would get topless, I knew it wouldn't be my wife, she has an exhibitionist streak but only if it's 'accidental'. I had made a bet with myself if it happened, Betsy would be the icebreaker, she had the best figure and wore the skimpiest bikini. It took less time than I expected, she slumped down into bubbles and threw her top on the deck, after a lot of cheering and one by one the rest followed, my wife was last. Since all the women were teachers I said it was a PTA meeting, the Pretty Titty Association.
One by one people got tired and went in and changed into sleep wear, since there was no AC, sleepwear was brief, ladies in tees and panties, men in boxers. It took a while but eventually everyone had their bathroom time and got in the assigned bed and lights went out. I wondered if anyone would dare to try sex under these conditions, I was awake for a while, but all I heard was drunken snoring.
The next morning got interesting, as everyone woke the bathroom was busy. Betsy said she was going for a run and said 'everyone saw my goodies last night anyway' stripped off her shirt and put on her running clothes. Soon the house became a clothing optional zone, although full frontal was at first avoided, backs were turned, but the second night we all were skinny dipping in the hot tub, so that barrier fell too.
Sex was solved by couples either taking a blanket to the dark beach at night, or announcing, when everyone was at the beach, that they were going back to the house for 30 minutes of "private time". My wife opted for a late night walk on the beach, until when we got to the beach, shined a flashlight and saw a thousand sand crab eyes glowing at us. The next day was had some private time. The only public sex was on the last night, the drinking got us into a kind of truth or dare game and one husband for his cocked sucked by his wife while we had a blanket over the vital parts, very hot.
All in all it was a good experience and we all got together for a trip the next year, this time the ladies rented a much more upscale property that had actual bedrooms. I preferred the other house, except it was nice to have a comfortable bed.
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