She only stayed in that position, facing the entrance, for probably an hour or so before we moved closer to the water. The rest of the day proceeded like you might expect; lots of guys stopping nearby for a better look, Katie happy to show them what they wanted to see. Though a few guys stopped and made conversation, one in particular stood out. The dude was well-built and hung like a horse. He wore sunglasses, but it was obvious what he was looking at. Katie didn’t mind and seemed to do her share of staring as well. I don’t want to dwell on the size of his cock, but his limp dangling member was longer and thicker than mine even when it’s fully erect. I only mention it to try to explain the tiny bit of a sense of insecurity that began to creep in for me.
The guy was charismatic and made good conversation. Katie smiled the whole time we chatted and giggled a lot too… and yes, her legs were spread wide. The longer we talked, the more they flirted with each other. At one point, I wondered if he was going to fuck her right there on the beach. That’s an exaggeration; everyone was aware that fucking on the beach was strictly prohibited. My point is, I was more surprised by my wife’s behavior than his. However, his parting remark did catch me by surprise; he told Katie that she had an amazing body and that her pussy was very pretty. She simply flashed a sly smiled and said ‘thank you.’ He replied by saying that he was the one who should be thankful… because she had given him such a good view of her pussy.
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