[Fred163]

The next day, the two of them actually showed up at the beach. One of them had originally wanted to head back, since they were only planning to stay for three days; the other actually wanted to extend the trip. He mentioned that they were students and had to get back to class. So, the first one drove back after an hour, but the other stayed for the afternoon. When they arrived, my wife was still fully dressed in her bikini. After the first guy left, the other became much more talkative.

He was wearing cut-off jeans and a T-shirt; he took off the shirt but kept the jeans on. At one point, he asked my wife if she didn't want to take off her top. Her reply was: "I actually wanted to leave that up to you." He could hardly believe she said that. She added, "This is easier than my bra was yesterday." He immediately admitted that he had no experience in that regard; he struggled when it came to dealing with women. He was twenty-two and inexperienced. My wife liked that—she was approaching her fortieth birthday—and she asked him why he found her so appealing. He launched into compliments, saying he found her incredibly sexy. She liked that, of course, and gave him the green light to take off her top. There wasn't much to remove anyway, as it consisted of just two triangles at the front, tied at the neck and back. She sat up, and he untied it and handed it to her, saying, "Thank you very much!" She lay back down, and the conversation continued.

I was holding my book and reading, though I was naturally following their conversation and watching them as well. He was sitting half-upright beside her, digging his hands into the sand and letting it trickle slowly through his fingers. Then he grew bolder and let the sand trickle onto her stomach. When she didn't object, he began swirling it around her breasts and nipples. She remained silent and let it happen; when small piles of sand formed, he brushed them off her breasts, and as he blew away the remaining grains, her nipples hardened. He liked that. She said, "I like it—keep going." He filled his hand, poured all the sand onto her at once, spread it around, and then brushed it off again. In between, he kneaded her breasts until my wife sat up and rubbed the sand off with both hands. The sand began to pile up against her panties, so he suggested, "Why don't you take your panties off? It would be easier that way." She smiled and replied, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? But you should take off your jeans first—you must be sweating." That wasn't an option; he wasn't wearing anything underneath. "Don't you have swim trunks with you?" "No," he answered.

After some back-and-forth, he actually took off his pants and was completely naked underneath. My wife immediately reacted: "Wow, I like that—a smooth-shaven cock, nice and long but slender." He became embarrassed. She lay back down, and he knelt beside her again, seemingly unsure of what to do with his hands. Then, my wife took the initiative; her hand slid to his penis, gently moving it back and forth with one finger. It didn't take long for him to become aroused and get a hard-on. "Whoa," my wife said, "that was fast." He said, "Please, keep going." She replied, "Not here—come on, let's go to the shower." He mentioned that it had been over two years since he last had a girlfriend and asked her for tips on how to find one. Then she stood up, grabbed a bar of soap, and he followed her naked, though he held a towel in front of his erection. I could see them standing together in the shower because it was open on my side. She was standing with her back to me while he stood in front of her; I figured she was probably washing his cock thoroughly (which she later confirmed—she even gave him a handjob while doing it). She came back naked, holding her panties in her hand.

An hour later, the sun set; the beach had largely cleared out, and we packed up our things. He said goodbye very politely and thanked her profusely for the wonderful time she had given him.
Back home, I asked her if she had let him touch her pussy. "Yes, when he took off my panties—but I guided his hand there; he didn't dare do it himself, though he did get to soap it up."
I knew my wife was into shy guys.