Thank You, Literotica

"Aren't we on a nudist beach?" Jeff asked. He wasn't slow in coming forward. He stepped out of his trunks, revealing his manhood as it swayed free in the hot sun. He took more oil in his hand and made sure his delicate parts were protected; his shaft glistened in the sunshine.

Alice couldn't stop staring, "Close your mouth girl," Sarah told her and laughed. Jeff grinned as he watched my wife staring at his pride and joy.

"Oh bloody hell," Alice gasped, "I've never seen one so big."

"I think you'd better drink your drink before it gets too hot around her," Sarah told Alice. We all laughed as Jeff lay on his towel, face down.

I dropped by Bermudas to free myself. The hot sun felt great on my flaccid four inches. Alice finished oiling me, rubbing her slippery hands over my cock, making it swell a little.

"We've got to look after little Joey now haven't we?" Alice teased.

"That's more like it," Sarah commented, "a normal sized penis. I'm fed up seeing big dick over there."

"Are you two fucking?" I couldn't help but ask the question with the hard f-word.

"Hell no," Sarah replied. "We're just used to seeing each other naked. We are brother and sister, and we were brought up in a small two-bedroom house with Mum and Dad. We couldn't help but see each other in various states of undress, and over the years, we've gotten used to each other naked. And I guess it has helped to broaden our minds and outlook on life," Sarah added as she untied the bow strings holding her bikini bottoms in place, letting it fall, revealing a neatly trimmed pubis.

I stared at Sarah's lovely pert breasts and pussy. I felt a nudge; Alice brought me down to earth. It was then I notice she too had removed the remainder of her swimwear. My cock began to pulse.

"Well, I never would have thought that I'd be soaking up some rays in the nude with a couple of strangers," I stated as I made myself comfortable lying on my stomach to hide an embarrassing stiffy.

The conversation was slow to resume, but soon enough, the girls kicked into literature once again. Fed up with talk of Shakespeare and Hemmingway, I asked Jeff if he fancied a dip in the sea. We took a Frisbee and tossed it about in waist deep water. The beach was surprisingly quiet, just a handful of couples spread over the three hundred yards of private beach. We talked about Sarah and Alice and after a while, I felt we'd known each other for years. I found myself telling Jeff about how we stumbled across Literotica and the stories of big cocks and how Alice didn't believe there were any men with twelve-inch cocks.

"Well, you're looking at one," Jeff confessed. "When I'm worked up, it grows another six inches, taking me to almost thirteen inches of woman pleasing love machine," he laughed.

We talked about how size would affect pleasure, making it uncomfortable for women, but Jeff said that most of the women he'd bedded managed to take the full length after they'd juiced up.

"If Alice could only hear what we're talking about, she'd slap me silly."

"I bet she'd love to try it," Jeff boasted.

"Well, if she does, it's up to her," I replied without thinking.

We talked some more and then Jeff and I returned to the girls who were still talking Shakespeare.

Sarah was applying oil as we sat on our towels, "I could do with a top-up," I stated. Sarah filled her small hand and obliged, smearing the oil onto my chest and stomach. I closed my eyes and thought about asking Alice to apply some oil to my legs when Sarah poured oil over my cock and balls. I couldn't believe it. Sarah began massaging the oil over my cock, making it swell fast and hard. I looked across to see Jeff offering Alice the bottle of coconut oil. She took it and went straight for his cock. She grasped it with both of her slippery hands. Sarah had been right, Alice could cover Jeff's shaft with both hands and still the purple head, now swollen, was exposed.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the sun on my naked body, and Sarah's slow hand massage. It was oh so surreal. I wanted to make it last, but her smooth hands gliding up and down my shaft was just too much. I exploded, sending semen a metre or so into the air.

"Did you enjoy that?" Sarah whispered in my ear. I nodded, catching my breath.

To my left, I could hear muffled groans. Alice was on her knees, her ass high in the air. Jeff had mounted her from the rear, doggy-style, his cock almost fully home as he thrust into my wife. Alice muffled her moans of pleasure in Jeff's towel. I couldn't believe my eyes; Sarah's brother, a stranger, was fucking my wife, her inhibitions tossed to the four winds. I felt jealousy, anger, lust and love, all at the same time. The sight of my beautiful wife being fucked by this stranger, the first cock other than mine since we'd met, coated and married, her pussy accommodating his massive penis. It was so unreal, I pinched myself, I thought I was dreaming.

Sarah licked away the remaining semen that had dribbling from my now stiffening cock. She straddled my hips and lowered herself onto me, groaning as my cock slid deeper into her wetness. Yes, this must be a dream!

I turned my head to see Jeff pull out of Alice and shoot his fluid over her lovely ass, his left hand smearing his semen over her skin.

Sarah's groans became more vocal as I could feel her pussy tighten its grip on my cock. I could feel my second batch of semen race through my body, erupting deep inside Sarah as she shuddered through her climax.

Sarah giggled as she slowly lifted herself off me, her pussy dripping our juices onto my thighs and towel. I joined her chuckling. Jeff and Alice joined in and before we knew it, we were all laughing aloud.

We went for a swim to let the sea wash away our stickiness.

By the time we dried off, the sun had disappeared behind a grey cloud, and that was the last we saw of the sun that day. The wind began to pick up and by the time we reached the car, a huge thunderstorm let loose torrents of rain.

Driving back to the college to drop Jeff and Sarah off, we said just one or two words. Although we weren't embarrassed with our actions, we did find conversation difficult. We said our goodbyes and as soon as Alice and I got home, we were naked again before we reached the bedroom.

"So, what was it like?" I asked Alice.

"I thought I was going to split in two," she panted as I fucked her. The scene was still fresh in my mind, and Alice's pussy was still stretched from Jeff's pounding.

"Can you still feel my cock fucking you?"

"Oooh, yeeeeesss, fuck me, fuck me harder," Alice demanded. Her juices flowed like a waterfall, soaking my pubic hair and balls. I thought of Sarah bouncing on my cock as I filled Alice with my hot gushing fluid. She shuddered as she came down from her high.

"I never thought I'd do it," she confessed, "but when Sarah took hold of your cock, and Jeff touched my ass, I just thought 'sod it' and let myself go."

We talked for hours, describing every minute of our experience.

"Perhaps we should write it down and send it into Literotica… but no-one would believe it," Alice mumbled as she finally drifted into slumber.

Winter Sun

In the months that followed, I was half expecting to find either Sarah or Jeff at the house when I got home from work, but we didn't meet them again until late October, and that was just by chance whilst shopping in the High Street. Alice had called Sarah that evening on the phone, and Sarah told her that she had found another boyfriend just two days after our beach frolic and didn't want to jeopardise their relationship by risking another session. We understood and Alice told her that it was probably for the best anyway. And to top it off, Jeff had moved down to London to work. I was secretly relieved when Alice told me after hanging up the phone.

The summer never turned out to be much, so we decided to get some winter sun.

"How about Cancun, Mexico?" Alice asked as she flicked through the winter holiday brochure.

"Sure, I've got loads of time off work coming my way and I'm due payment for that job I did for Graham last month."

"Great, I'll nip into town tomorrow and book it at the travel agents." Alice was beaming. She loved going on holiday, especially to exotic locations, and we hadn't been abroad for nearly two years. This was going to be a holiday we wanted to remember. And it was; just read on.

Enrique, our bellboy, took our cases to our room. We followed behind as he led us through the tropical garden and past the lagoon that doubled up as a swimming pool.

"Gracious senior," Enrique nodded as I slipped him a couple of US Dollars as a tip. Our room was well equipped with TV, radio, fridge, optics with vodka, scotch and gin, and a big basket of fresh fruit. The air conditioning had been put to full and it was like walking into a deep freeze after our short walk from the hotel reservation desk to our room. The tropical heat was humid and we both perspired heavily.

"I guess we'll get used to this heat by the time we get home," I joked as Alice and I unpacked our cases. "Let's just find our swimming gear and cool off in the pool."

Minutes later, we were up to our necks in lovely cool water. The pool, or lagoon as the hotel named it, was busy with holidaymakers mainly from the UK and USA. It had a submersible bar at one end so you didn't have to leave the pool to get your drinks. We found a spot and ordered a couple of cocktails.

Within minutes, we found ourselves making friends with a couple of lads from Utah. Martin and Steve were in their early 30's and were holidaying without their better halves, a golfing holiday for the lads whilst their wives spend a long weekend in New York, early Christmas shopping. We got on like a house on fire and soon realised that it was time to get dressed for dinner.

"I guess we'll bump into you guys later?" asked Steve as we made our excuses to leave.

When we got back to our room, my head was beginning to spin. A combination of a long-haul flight, little or no sleep, humid heat and alcohol was taking its toll. Alice felt the same, so we decided to eat, then have an early night, leaving our exploration of the hotel and Cancun for the next day.

The morning sun was hot, but the good news was that the humidity had dropped to a pleasant 35% according to the digital display at the registration desk. Already, the temperature in the shade was passing 30oC.

We took breakfast and headed for the beach. Finding a secluded spot was impossible. We managed to have a paddle in the Caribbean Sea and after a short walk along the beach, decided to head back to the hotel's lagoon.

Since our day at the beach with Sarah and Jeff, we hadn't really pushed our fantasies that hard, although, we still had a little fun with them. I guess we both realised that things could have gone so wrong. In a quiet way, without saying anything to each other, we had let the thought of having actual sex with others fade from our expectations. We still talked dirty to one another – Alice describing Jeff's monster cock and me having Sarah gyrate on my pole. I digress.

At the lagoon, we found a couple of sun beds, and laid out our towels to stake a claim on them. We ordered a couple of cocktails at the bar relaxed in the partial shade of the palm trees at the pool edge.

The hotel, although busy, had very few children. We put that down to us holidaying out of season and we liked the idea of not having too many screaming kids running about the place, disturbing the peace and tranquillity. We laid out on the sun beds for about an hour, dosing, sipping cocktails, reading magazines. I was in my usual Bermuda shorts and Alice was wearing her new black string bikini that covered very little. Boy did she look lovely, her soft skin glistening with oil, her firm breasts rising and falling as she breathed slowly, here tanned long legs crossed at the ankles. She was deeply engrossed in her magazine when I flicked a few drops of cold cocktail at her. She jumped in surprise, nearly spilling her drink on her lap, her magazine falling, losing her page.

"You sod!" she cursed, "I'll get you for that." She chased me round the pool. I dove into the water to escape her and she dove in after me. We playfully fought for a few minutes before we stopped and began kissing; deep passionate kisses.

"You guys look like you're having a good time," Steve said as he swam past us headed for the sunken bar. I winked at him, not letting my lips separate from Alice's.

My cock stiffened, "Fancy we go back to the room for a while?" I teased.

"Hmm, maybe," Alice teased back. "But then again, maybe we should keep it for later."

We agreed and then agreed again to swim to the bar far another drink. The holiday was fully inclusive, so we didn't need to carry money around with us, and that made the holiday so much more relaxing.

"So, what are you guys up to tonight?" Asked Steve who had just been served with a couple of fresh beers.

"Dunno, perhaps we'll take a look around the town, see what's on offer for nightlife and evening entertainment," I answered.

"There's a great bar just a couple of hundred yards down the road. We're going to night if you want to join us," Steve offered.

"Well, perhaps," Alice answered for us both. "We were thinking of just finding our way around, then grabbing another early night… jet lag."

"Yeah, I understand. But if you change your minds, we'll be in the hotel lounge bar until around 7pm," Steve informed us as he waded through the water with his beers.

Bad end to a good day

"Isn't this the bar Steve was telling us about?" I asked Alice as we strolled down the street. Her thin white cotton sundress swayed in the light sea breeze. We hadn't dressed up for a night on the town, but as we walked down the main drag, we felt ourselves coming round and both of us decided that perhaps we'd just take a look inside the bar.

It was approaching 10pm already, and Alice was onto her third tequila sunrise; I stuck to local beers. We were just about to leave the bar when Steve and Martin walked in and spotted us immediately.

"Hey guys," Martin slurred as he put his arm around me like he had known me for years.

"Hi."

"We didn't expect to bump into you here," Steve said as he ordered another round of drinks.

"We changed our minds," Alice answered.

"Hey, woman's prerogative," chirped Martin.

We talked about hometowns and the difference in lifestyles between the UK and the USA, backed up by several more rounds of alcohol. By now, I was beginning to feel as drunk as Martin looked. Alice had had enough too. Her words were beginning to slur. She doesn't hold her liquor well.

"I think we should head back to the hotel," I announced to outcries from the Americans. Alice wasn't bothered whether we stayed or left. "To hell with it, I'm going to get another round in."

It must have been well passed 2am when we left the bar. None of us could walk in a straight line. I had to support Alice as we walked the hundred yards or so, and then the additional fifty to our room. Needless to say, our newfound friends insisted on seeing us safely back to our room.

I poured three scotches and a glass of vodka for Alice, and talked, and talked. Alice had passed out and Martin was flagging quickly.

"Look at those two, like little babes aren't they, looking so innocent," Steve commented.

"Yeah, that'll be right," I slurred.

"Yep, Martin, the woman eater. Do you know why we are really in Mexico?" Steve asked, waving his finger at me and tapping his nose to indicate he was about to divulge his secret. "Well, Martin here got caught in bed with his neighbour's wife. Martin's wife, Shelley, almost killed him; she beat the holy crap outa him," Steve whispered. "Anyway, he needed to get away, so here we are."

"And?" I prompted.

"And," a long pause, "Martin thinks he can get laid down here without Shelley knowing. But little does he know that Shelley's revenge has already been meted out. Yes man, it's already been dealt."

"Go on," I was intrigued.

"Shelley came around to my place looking for Martin, but he wasn't there. She didn't believe me, so she crashed into my living room. She searched every room in the house. She just wouldn't believe me, man. Anyway, I tried to get her to calm down. She just needed someone to talk to. I guess I was the lucky guy. She let out all of his little secrets. She described their love life, her affairs in great detail, something Martin doesn't know about, and to top it all, she just stood in front of me and undressed. Tell me Bob, what could I do. She needed comforting. So…" he shrugged his shoulders. "So now, we're both in exile," he laughed quietly.

I looked over to Martin and felt a little sorry for the man. Okay, he'd played around and got caught, but then his missus got payback by having her way with his best friend. Women can be so cruel.

"She just wouldn't leave me and my big fat cock alone," he continued after another drink. "That's the trouble with me; I just can't keep my big fat cock out of women's hands."

'Don't let Alice hear you say things like that' I thought. "Too bad," I shrugged, not knowing if he was a lucky bastard or a poor sod.

Alice stirred and turned onto her back (she had been on her side), she was sound asleep, breathing in long deep breaths, her breasts slowly rising and falling.

"Your wife has a wonderful body," Steve complimented, "you're a lucky guy."

"Yeah, I am," I agreed.

"She has the cutest breasts I've seen in a while," He added.

I found myself describing Alice's body to this drunken American; I guess the alcohol helped loosen my tongue. I told him about Literotica, our fantasies, and the beach fuck with Sarah and Jeff. I didn't want to, but it just came out. I didn't know if I was bragging in retaliation to his story about Martin's wife, or whether it was because I'm proud of her body and that Alice and I were able to have sex with someone and still be strong together.

"Do you think she'd like this?" Steve asked as he stood and pulled his cock from his pants. His flaccid cock flopped from his hand. It was big, not as long as Jeff's, perhaps five inches in length, but it was fat alright; it must have been a good two to two-and-a-half inches in diameter, and it wasn't hard.

"I would think she would," I replied, jealous of its girth.

Steve strolled over to the bed, stroking his cock as he paced the four steps. He reached out and gently ran the back of his hand across Alice's breasts, down her tummy and then her left leg. He paused at her knee, crossed to the right knee, and traced his hand back up her thigh, only this time; his hand disappeared under Alice's dress.

I wanted him to stop, but I also wanted to see his cock inside her. He peeled back his foreskin with his right hand as he pulled Alice's panties to one side with his left. He knelt over her and lowered himself down onto her lifeless body, his cock pressing against her entrance. He still wasn't fully hard, but his cock had grown. The head pushed aside Alice's pouting lips as he forced himself into her pussy. Alice groaned almost silently, but never moved. The alcohol had knocked her out cold. Steve pulled back and let his cock almost fall out of Alice before he pushed home again. From my seat, I had a clear view of his cock invading Alice's privacy, its shaft beginning to glisten with Alice's dampness. He fucked her relentlessly, with no respect for her body. He was just using her to fulfil his basic urge to empty his seed into another female. It was a basic animal instinct, a lust that needed satisfying.

As I watched, I became angry with myself for letting him do this to my love. But it was too late to do anything now but wait for him to finish. He began to tense his body and moments later he let out a groan as he filled my wife with his semen. Steve stood, wiping his cock in his t-shirt. He shook Martin. Martin woke up slowly, not realising his friend had his trousers around his ankles.