Donna's Massage

DONNA’S MASSAGE My wife and I have frequented many nude beaches and hot springs over the years. One of our favorites when we lived in Southern California was Black’s Beach in San Diego County. The beach is typically 100% nude so it is fairly easy to get comfortable with the situation. One very memorable visit occurred in the early 1980’s. We had selected a location near the south end of the beach close to the steep hillside leading down from the parking lot. It was still early enough in the fall and the water still warm enough that I spent a half hour or so body surfing. Walking back to our site I noticed that my wife was talking to a black man, both were sitting cross-legged facing each other. When I arrived this visitor started to get up and excuse himself but I told him to stay. Donna’s new acquaintance was a handsome man, in good shape, a few years younger than us. I found my towel and after drying off, sat down with them. They resumed their conversation, apparently about why they each liked to visit nude beaches. Glancing at my wife I noticed that she was VERY exposed to this stranger. I found out later that he had complimented her on her looks and thanked her for letting him get such a close up view, she had then reached down and parted her labia for him. From the angle I was sitting, I could see a little of the flesh between her lips, I imagined that our friend could see a fair amount of pink. The thought of my wife being so exposed to a total stranger started to give me a bit of an erection, something of course I always controlled fairly well at nude beaches. Donna has always had a fantasy about sex with a black man and this added to the sexual tension. Noticing her occasional glances to his genitals and his glances to hers, I was not able to maintain my usual control and my erection became quite noticeable. I told them that I was a bit embarrassed and asked Donna to hand me the two beach chairs behind her. I set them on their side, one on each side of and behind me. I also scooted a little closer. They both moved closer so that everyone’s knees were almost touching. Our backs, along with the beach chairs blocked the view of anyone on the beach as we had the cliff to the east behind Donna and no one was any further south. Donna then began to tease me about not being able to control my penis. This only made me harder and I replied that it was because she was giving us such a good view. Our friend agreed that the view was good and took a long look at her pussy. I was fairly sure that I could see a drop of moisture on her labia, and I knew that he had a better view than I as Donna positioned herself squarely in front of him. I asked my wife “how is the view for you?”, and after glancing at my fully erect cock and taking a long look at our guest’s crotch she replied “It is a great view for me too!” Her eyes were trained to our friend’s cock and I noticed that it began to thicken and rise. This only made my wife’s stare become more intense and soon she soon was looking at something she had only dreamed of. This black cock was about an inch longer than mine (I am not small at 7-1/2”), and much thicker than me. Donna gasped “Oh my!” as it rose to ¾ erect. I was pointing skyward as hard as I’ve ever been and found that I had to control my urge to ejaculate on the spot. I then found the courage to say “Why don’t you touch it”? She didn’t any more encouragement and reached over and touched the head of his long black pole. She then ran her hand down the shaft and kept on going until she had cupped his balls. They were much larger than mine and she was clearly enjoying toying with them. It took quite a while for her to get enough of that, but eventually she began to stroke his now rock hard cock. I noticed that her fingers could not reach fully around the circumference, also a new experience for her. I turned to our guest and told him “I see some lubricant you could use” nodding to my wife’s now obviously wet pussy. He did not need any further encouragement either and ran a finger along the length of her slit, then transferring the moisture to his dick. He continued this a number of times, reaching a little further into her pussy each time. I doubt that he needed the added lube on his cock, but he obviously enjoyed fingering her and she clearly enjoyed it even more, letting out a moan with each stroke. She was getting quite turned on, stroking him faster and faster. Soon our friend began to breathe very deeply and buck his hips, finally letting out a healthy dose of cum. The first two spurts had quite a bit of energy and landed on Donna’s crossed legs, the rest landed on his towel. I was careful to avoid the temptation to touch my cock, but even with that it was truly a miracle that I did not cum. Donna’s breathing was somewhat labored as she had been extremely turned on by this encounter. We both settled down a little and after 3 or 4 minutes our friend thanked us and left, his cock no longer erect but still fairly thick. As soon as he left we agreed that we should go. I put on my shorts over my still hard dick and we began to walk up the hillside. A short distance up I veered off of the path and Donna followed without saying a word. When I found a small gully surrounded by some bushes I laid down a towel. She still said nothing but took off her top, shorts, and panties and laid face up on the towel, her legs open to me. I buried my face in that lovely snatch and soon she was back where she left off with our friend. After a shuddering orgasm, she guided my face out of her pussy then guided my cock into her sopping hole. I had been so turned on, first by watching my wife masturbate a total stranger while he fingered her pussy then by having my tongue in her as she exploded that the first stroke in was all that it took. I had one of my most memorable orgasms ever, I felt like I would never quit pumping. After a number of minutes, when my cock finally grew soft, I rolled off of her, both lying on our backs enjoying the sun on our naked bodies, still not saying a word. The sun was getting fairly low in the sky before we rose, cleaned up, dressed and left.