[Fred163]

After our threesome with my brother, my wife raved for days about how wonderful it had been. Especially in the afternoon when it all began and my brother was allowed to oil her up. It was wonderful to feel a stranger's hands on her.

On the following weekends, we were back at the beach, and she wore her white bikini again. I was reading, and she went into the water by herself for a bit. When she came back, she said that the guy across from us had approached her and said, "Hello, you pretty girl, you have a sexy body." He kept looking at her. Minutes later, she went back into the water, and I watched the guy. Sure enough, he turned around as she walked past, and his gaze stayed on her while she was in the water. Of course, he looked at her now see-through bikini. He was about 50 years old. When she walked past him again, I saw that he spoke to her again, and she paused briefly.

She sat down next to me again and then told me that he had given her even more compliments. He couldn't imagine a better bikini on her. After she had dried herself, I asked if I should oil her up. After a short pause, she said, "I'm imagining his hands on my body." And I asked, "Really?" And she said, "Yes, but please don't think I'm crazy." I asked how she would do it. She would simply ask him, and if I would leave the area for a few minutes.

So I left her and went out of sight, but I could still see her clearly. Sure enough, she stood up and walked over to him, knelt down, and then they both stood up and went to our spot. She gave him the suntan oil and lay down on her stomach. He opened the bottle and immediately began rubbing it in. Then she turned onto her back, and he continued oiling her. Since they were both preoccupied, I moved closer. Now I could clearly see him working on her. He started right at her shoulders and then quickly moved down. First her stomach, then the outer edges of her breasts, and without hesitation, he pushed the triangles of her top outwards. He applied lotion gently and then moved on to her legs. I immediately remembered her stubbly bikini line. He must have noticed it too, because he sat down on her legs.

She seemed to thank him, because he stood up and walked back. I waited a moment and then went over to her. I asked her how it was for her, but she said, "Wait, let's go to the van, I need you now." We had a one-of-a-kind fuck!

Then she told me how incredibly arousing it was for her. The guy knew what he was doing; he didn't even ask how far he could go. He immediately removed her top, and as he oiled her thighs, he complimented her stubble: "Finally, a woman who isn't completely shaved. How's your pussy?" and simply lifted it up. He nodded contentedly and said, "That's fine." Then he sat on my legs and pressed them together. He took both his hands and, with firm pressure, moved them up and down the insides of my thighs, right at my labia. "I didn't want him to stop because the sensations were so intense." Finally, I asked her if she wanted to do it again. "If he's the right guy, why not!"