[JonThink]

I just remembered an incident on the eastern section of Navarre Beach in Florida. My wife and I were enjoying a day of nude sunbathing on Navarre Beach. At that time you could hike down to a nude section at the far east end of the beach. It was just the two of us laid out enjoying each other and the white sand. We had been drinking a number of beers, and I needed to pee. I strolled down into the water and relieved myself.

When I turned for my return trip, there was a nude guy sitting right in front of my wife and almost on our blanket. She had raised up from her fully reclined position, and was sitting upright with her legs crossed while fully exposing her pussy for him. They were deep into conversation by the time I made it back to her. She said, "I want you to meet Bill. He is on vacation here from Tennessee, and he is by himself." I mentioned that was nice that he could get away. I kept glancing at my wife's pussy as if to say, "Don't you think you could close that thing down." She apparently never noticed my insinuation or just ignored it. I talked very briefly to Bill, but did nothing to prolong or encourage the conversation. However, Bill and my wife continued with their involved conversation. Then my wife said, "I need to pee like a race horse." Bill echoed similar sentiments and offered to accompany her down to the water. Apparently the group pee allowed them to develop a real kinship. As they returned laughing, Bill had his arm around my wife's waist, and she was leaning into him with her right boob.

As she sat back down again spread-eagled, I noticed he had grabbed his ice chest and set it down next to our blanket. He offered us a beer, which I declined, but then offered a glass of wine to my wife, which she accepted. Bill and my wife continued their dialogue. I continued downing my own beer. I noticed that my wife was the only one drinking wine, Bill was content drinking beer. After a short while, my wife had polished off the entire bottle of Bill's wine. She was getting downright silly and was touching Bill more and more. First it was his shoulder, then his back, and now his thigh. I could detect Bill's nude wiener was beginning to get a little erect. Bill reached over and extracted another bottle of wine from his cooler and started to pour my wife another drink. I interrupted and said that he needed to keep his wine, and we were about to leave. My wife said, "Aw, party pooper, let me have another drink." I agreed to one more. After my wife finished that "last one," Bill pulled out a beach ball, and said, "Let's play catch." I said that we really needed to go, but my wife said that we were not on any time frame. Initially, we played catch on the sand, until Bill said, "I am getting hot, let's toss it in the water." Within minutes, Bill said, "Let's play keep away from your wife." Soon my wife was climbing all over both of us with each toss in an attempt to wrestle the ball away.

I eventually said that I needed another beer and started walking back to our blanket. I heard my wife say that she was so tired that she didn't know whether she could walk back as far as our blanket. Bill said, "No problem, hop on." With that my wife climbed spread-eagled on his back for the return trip. I guess having a naked woman on his nude back while supporting each leg wrapped around his waist with his hands was a little too much for ol' Bill. His dick was dead on erect. As he set my wife down, he ignored his condition, and instead started pouring my wife another glass of wine. I couldn't let it pass and said, "Well, Bill, ol' boy, it looks like you got a little excited on that trip back to the blanket." Bill started turning red. My wife said, "Oh, Bill, did I do that to you?" She was clearly drunk and was beginning to giggle about putting Bill in that condition. However, in her drunkenness, she reached over and pushed down on Bill's hard member and watched it flip back up. I immediately said. "That is enough of that!" Bill apologized for his state. My wife told him that it was only nature and gave him a hug, which did nothing to alleviate his condition.

My wife wouldn't leave the beach that day until she finished the second bottle of wine. She was so drunk by then that she was going to walk back to the car nude. I had to stop her and make her get dressed. Then she told Bill that we were going dancing and asked if he wanted to go. He immediately accepted the invite. I got his address and told him that we would pick him up in 2 hours. Once in the car, I read my wife the riot act for her over-friendly attitude toward Bill. She claimed total innocence and didn't see why I was making a big deal about it. I told her that she could make it up to me that night.

For dancing that night, I picked out her very shortest leather mini skirt. It didn't even cover the bottom of her ass while standing straight. I told her to go commando. Then I picked out a yellow mesh mid-riff tie under the boobs with no buttons and no bra. Her tits were smoking hot showing through that top. We got in the car and headed for a beach club between Ft. Walton and Destin. She asked about picking up Bill, and I responded that he told me at the last minute that he couldn't make it. We got to the club, and every guy had his eyes on my wife. She didn't disappoint. She was still drunk from the two bottles of wine and shook her boobs and booty for all she was worth. On slow dances I accidentally would get my hand caught under her skirt and would lift the back end of it to her waist leaving her bare commando butt fully exposed. During band breaks I would tell her that her top was getting loose and needed to be re-tied. Each time I tied it, I would get het tits pushed up higher -- until by night's end they were totally out of the house with the blouse tied totally underneath her tits. By then she was way too drunk to notice.

As we closed down the bar, I escorted her out to the parking lot and removed her top on the way to the car. Once at the car, I set her butt upon the hood. Then I pulled off her skirt, so that she was butt naked. Then I pulled her ass down toward me and began fucking her right in the parking lot. About 4 guys came over to watch as she got two climaxes. They asked if they could have seconds. I thought about it for a second or two as she laid naked on that hood with cum pouring out of her pussy and down her ass. I turned and told them that she was too drunk to decide if she wanted to be gang banged. They watched as I loaded her naked body in the car for the trip back to the motel. Once there, she walked from the car to the room bare ass naked with other people in the parking lot looking on. The curtains in the room were still open from that afternoon. I turned on the room lights and pressed her face forward against the floor length room glass. Her face, boobs and pussy were flat against that glass. Then I began pounding her doggy still. She climaxed once more and slid exhausted down the glass. I carried her naked, limp body over to the bed and placed her pussy toward the window on top of the covers, and then I, too, went to sleep and forgave her exploits with Bill.