Beach Vacation

Authors Note:

This a story that contains cuckolding and small penis humiliation. You should not read further if you find these topics offensive.

This is the first story of Evolution of Desires the series. If you enjoy this story, I encourage you to read the others.

After twenty-three years of marriage and raising kids, Jackie and I were finally on a vacation just for the two of us, the first since our honeymoon. With our youngest off to college, the house suddenly felt big and quiet.

For a while now, we'd been planning a getaway with our longtime friends, Greg and Nancy. We've known them since before we even tied the knot, but never had we taken a trip together. Greg, with his booming business, and Nancy, enjoying her leisure, often choose lavish vacation spots. This time, we all decided on the Galley Bay Resort and Spa in Antigua. It's an all-inclusive place that fit our budget. While Greg and Nancy booked the priciest suite, Jackie and I settled into a comfy standard room.

Greg and Nancy had already settled into the resort a week before our arrival. We'd barely unpacked when they rapped on our door, inviting us to share a meal and some stories. Despite living fairly close, our bustling work lives often kept our get-togethers few and far between.

Over dinner, Greg was in his usual form: teasing and slightly boastful. He went on about the new friends he'd made in just a week, emphasizing how chummy he'd gotten with the concierge. "I've got a guy now," he claimed, suggesting he could now get us anything we might want during our stay.

His playful banter took a turn when he started teasing Jackie. He inquired about her choice of swimwear, bikinis or one-pieces, to which she tactfully sidestepped. But Greg didn't stop there, mentioning a nearby nude beach and jesting that her swimwear choices wouldn't matter if we visited. Jackie, never one to be outdone, playfully retorted, "I bet you'd enjoy that sight!" with her nipples poking through her sundress hinting at her arousal.

When Jackie excused herself to the restroom, Nancy quickly decided to accompany her. As they left, Greg and I couldn't help but watch the contrasting duo navigate their way.

Jackie, standing at a graceful 5'7", moved with a natural elegance. Each step she took showcased her slender stature and the rhythmic swing of her brunette locks that mirrored the sway of her sundress. Despite being 55, she carried herself with such poise that she could easily pass for a woman in her early forties.

Keeping pace beside her was Nancy, a bit shorter at 5'4". Her shorter legs meant she had to quicken her steps to match Jackie's stride. I've always found Nancy to be quite the looker, even if she wasn't typically my type. With her sandy blonde hair, often resting just above her generous d-cups, she was a sight. A regular at the gym like Greg, her athletic build was evident, especially in her toned legs which showed the strain of keeping up with Jackie's longer strides.

After a hearty dinner, the evening's setting shifted to the nearby lounge, its ambiance beckoning us for some post-dinner entertainment. Lounges were Greg's natural habitat, a place where he often wooed potential business collaborators with his charm.

That evening, the lounge hosted a limbo competition, complete with enticing prizes. Ever the enthusiast, Greg didn't waste a second. He roped in Nancy and Jackie to participate, their wrists wrapped in his playful grasp. He motioned for me to join, but I opted to stay put, ensuring our seats, drinks, and the ladies' belongings were secure.

The initial setting of the limbo bar was laughably high. This made the first round more of a playful initiation than a challenge. Nancy, given her height, effortlessly waltzed under without so much as bending her knees. Jackie just had to slightly lean her head back. Greg, towering at 6'3", was the spectacle, having to curve his back noticeably even at this early stage. The trio's rhythm was set: Nancy breezed through, followed by Jackie's graceful pass and then Greg's more cumbersome efforts. After each successful round, they'd circle back to our table, refreshing themselves with a sip before diving back into the competition line.

The rounds were becoming more of a ritual. Nancy, Jackie, and Greg would each shimmy beneath the bar, and, upon their success, retreat to our table for a celebratory sip before re-entering the line. As the game progressed, I noticed a distinct change in Greg's approach to the competition. He edged closer to Jackie, his lean body melding with hers, their contours becoming one silhouette in the dim lounge lights. His hands found a natural resting place on her hips, pulling her close, their proximity leaving no room for ambiguity.

The limbo bar's descent narrowed the field of participants, and soon, our trio was among the last contenders. Amid the excitement, I lost track of the game's progress. It was Nancy's vibrant bounce back to the table that drew my attention. Her exuberant display unintentionally diverted my gaze, leaving me unprepared for what happened next.

Jackie's startled yelp refocused my attention. Greg, in an overly eager move, had tried to limbo simultaneously with Jackie, causing a misstep. They tumbled down, Greg's arms instinctively wrapping around her. The fall landed Jackie squarely in his embrace, his hands, whether by accident or design, firmly cupping her breasts. The scene they painted was undeniably suggestive. The two lingered, pinned in that intimate pose, their laughter ringing out, but their physical connection remained unbroken. Greg's eyes sparkled mischievously as he took advantage of the moment, continuing to grope my wife unabashedly before the watching crowd.

Rising slightly, Jackie shifted, ending up seated squarely on Greg's lap, mirroring a provocative reverse-cowgirl pose. Greg's enthusiasm showed no signs of abating. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and let out a playful, "Oh yeah!"

I sat there, my expression a cocktail of shock, disbelief, and intrigue. Nancy's eyes darted between the spectacle and me, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.

Recovering from their public display, Jackie and Greg returned to the table, their faces flushed with a mix of exertion and exhilaration. The evening's events had taken a turn no one anticipated, except maybe Greg, and as the last of our drinks were downed, we collectively decided it was time to retire for the night.

In our room, the air was charged with an unspoken energy. Jackie was more intense, ignited by the night's events and the alcohol coursing through her veins. We didn't make it far before our hands were pulling at each other's clothes, urgency sending them to the floor as we tumbled onto the bed.

In the heat of the moment, my lips found their way down her body, finally reaching the softness of her inner thighs. The unmistakable scent of her arousal filled the air. Jackie was wet, ready. My tongue ventured further, finding the slick folds of her sex. Every touch was amplified; every stroke of my tongue against her clit drew impassioned responses from her. Her hands, firm in my hair, guided my movements, fingers clutching, nails scratching in rhythm with her escalating pleasure.

Each lick sent waves of pleasure rippling through her, her body responding, arching, her sounds filling the room until she clenched around me, a potent orgasm claiming her. In the quiet aftermath, Jackie's breathing slowed. She shifted away, the curve of her back to me, and in the tender silence, she drifted to sleep.

Still enveloped in the haze of the evening's events and the intensity of pleasuring Jackie, my own unattended arousal beckoned. Not wanting to disturb her rest, I decided to take matters into my own hands, literally. The vivid images of Greg's hands on Jackie, and the suggestive pose they'd landed in earlier, served as my fantasy. The sensation built quickly, the climax imminent.

But just as I was on the cusp, Jackie's voice cut through the thick air, "What are you doing?" In startled surprise, I let go, but it was too late. Release came involuntarily, the aftermath of my orgasm evident across my chest.

Catching my breath, I heard her soft voice again, probing, "What were you thinking about?"

Caught off guard, I mumbled, "I don't know...the limbo?"

Her voice had a hint of teasing now, "Were you thinking about how Greg had his hands all over me at the bar?"

The question left me floundering, a mix of embarrassment and guilt evident. I opted for silence, hoping the moment would pass without further interrogation.

Sensing my unease, she let the matter drop, whispering a simple "goodnight" before turning away, leaving me with my thoughts in the quiet of the room.

After a leisurely breakfast, Jackie and I settled on spending our day by the pool. But this wasn't just any ordinary pool. It was expansive, dotted with mini islands that had lounges for sunbathing and a swim-up bar that looked inviting.

While Jackie took her time getting ready, I made my way to the pool. On the way, I shot a quick text to Greg to ask where they were. His response came promptly, guiding me to their spot.

The pool's floating islands were quite a sight. Approached by submerged steps, the topmost one held these luxurious lounges that looked almost like queen-sized beds, complete with built-in pillows. They were arranged in pairs, perfect for couples. Greg and Nancy were already lounging on one set, and I decided to claim the adjacent pair for Jackie and me. The setup promised a day of relaxation and fun, and I eagerly awaited Jackie's arrival to start it off.

Greg and Nancy, thanks to their home pool, sported richly tanned bodies that spoke of many hours spent basking under the sun. Nancy's choice of swimwear was a bright yellow two-piece, high-hipped bikini that showcased her toned legs, while the top looked like it was working overtime to support her ample chest. As I made my way up the steps to the island, our eyes met, and we exchanged smiles. It was hard not to notice the wet strands of her hair cascading down and resting just above her cleavage, and even more challenging to ignore the prominent outline of her nipples against the fabric of her bikini. The sight was undeniably alluring, and I felt a stir of arousal. Hastily, I settled on the lounge next to her, hoping the excitement growing in my swimsuit wouldn't be too noticeable. I updated them about Jackie's whereabouts, assuring them she'd join soon.

After a while, Greg decided to play the role of bartender and went off to refill our drinks. The air between Nancy and me became a mix of comfortable silence and unspoken tension. She leaned back, face tilted up to the sun, the picture of relaxation. I tried to mirror her calm demeanor, but the tempting view of her figure, especially her pronounced bust, was distracting. Adjusting my position, I kept my knees up to discreetly conceal my half-formed erection beneath my shorts.

The serene quiet was interrupted by Nancy's voice, "Where is Greg with our drinks?" I too was starting to wonder, the sun beaming down, my throat tingling with a thirst. As if on cue, I spotted Greg navigating through the pool, a drink in each hand. Beside him, Jackie emerged, her hands also full.

"Here he comes, and Jackie is with him," I relayed, my gaze fixing on my wife. The sight of her took me by surprise; Jackie was adorned in a white bikini, a style I hadn't seen her embrace since our dating days. The material, soaked and clinging to her body, offered a revealing spectacle. Her nipples, distinct and erect, pressed against the fabric, drawing my gaze. The contours of her areolas were faint but unmistakable. My eyes trailed downward, where the wet material rendered her bikini almost translucent, the shadow of her pubic area teasingly visible.

The unexpected revelation sent a pulse of excitement through me. I adjusted my seating position subtly, an attempt to mask the evident reaction Jackie's appearance invoked. The sun, the pool, Greg and Nancy's close proximity, and now Jackie's daring attire - every element seemed to conspire, heightening the atmosphere charged with an unvoiced, electrifying energy.

"Look what I found," Greg chimed in, his eyes trailing Jackie as he climbed up to join us. His choice of swimwear was notably snug, resembling boxer briefs. It clung to him, accentuating his physique and leaving little to the imagination. The pronounced outline of his considerable package was evident. My gaze traveled up from his defined legs, over his chiseled abdomen, catching his eyes that seemed fixated on Jackie's rear.

Conversation flowed easily among the four of us. Greg, especially passionate about the state of the economy, spoke with the fervor of a seasoned orator, each point emphasized with a charismatic zeal. We meandered through various topics, sharing thoughts on recent movies, swapping workout routines, and exchanging nutritional insights, the atmosphere light and engaging.

The conversation flowed until Nancy, ever the planner, mused about our next adventure.

Greg, with a mischievous glint in his eye, didn't skip a beat, "How about that nude beach I mentioned?" I couldn't deny a spark of curiosity at the proposal. Jackie and Nancy, however, shared a synchronized groan, their enthusiasm noticeably lacking.

"Why does everything with you revolve around sex?" Jackie teased, her voice laced with mock exasperation, followed by a chuckle.

"It's just human nature," Greg retorted, leaning in playfully. "Come on, with that almost see-through bikini you've got on, you're telling me you didn't want some admiring looks?"

Nancy, sensing the direction of the conversation, interjected, "Easy, Greg. If she's not up for it, that's her choice. Don't pressure her. If it means that much to you, we can check it out later when we're alone."

Jackie, not wanting to be seen as backing down, chimed in, "I never said I didn't want to go." She paused, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "Fine, we'll go," she concluded, her voice softening towards the end. I was taken aback by her sudden decision, surprised she hadn't discussed it with me first. Not that I minded; the prospect of seeing Nancy bare all was quite intriguing.

Greg quickly filled us in that the beach he was referring to was called Eden Beach. It was clothing optional and not far from where we were staying. After a brief consensus, we drained the last of our drinks and made our way towards this intriguing destination.

Eden Beach was a collage of sun-seekers. Some clung to the modesty of bathing suits or translucent cover-ups, while others confidently displayed their nudity. As we ventured in, my gaze darted around, trying to discreetly absorb the varying degrees of undress around us.

Greg, always the initiator, chose a relatively secluded spot, providing us with a hint of privacy amidst the public beach. We placed our bags down, but before we could properly set up, Greg was already dashing towards the enticing azure waters, playfully shouting for us to catch up. The three of us, caught up in the spontaneity of the moment, raced after him. We splashed and laughed, moving deeper until the water was just right for a refreshing dive.

Breaking through the water's surface, I found myself in a comfortably deep section, with water levels just below my chest. We naturally formed a casual circle, the water acting as a veil of sorts, preserving our modesty for the moment.

But Greg, with his typical enthusiasm, declared, "It's that time!" And with that, he plunged his hands beneath the water, swiftly emerging with his swimsuit triumphantly raised.

Eager not to miss the anticipated reactions, I began to slide off my boardshorts but maintained a deliberate pace to keep my attention on Nancy and Jackie.

Nancy, her silhouette mostly obscured by the water's depth, didn't hesitate. In a fluid motion, she held up her vibrant yellow top, a sign of her commitment to the clothing-optional spirit of the beach. Though the water concealed much of her, the gentle sway of the upper curves of her breasts in tune with the water was undeniably captivating.

Greg's gaze shifted to Jackie, and a smile spread across his face. Jackie had joined the disrobing, and given her height advantage over Nancy, her breasts were majestically showcased above the waterline. The sight of her nipples, pert and alert, punctuating the serene aquatic backdrop, was arresting. Jackie embodied an allure that was both natural and intensely captivating.

While everyone seemed engrossed in the moment, I discreetly slid my shorts back up. Being on the modest side in terms of size, I wasn't too keen on putting myself on full display just yet. The camaraderie was enjoyable, but there was no rush to bare all.

Our time in the water, though brief, was invigorating. As we made our way back to shore, I noticed the distinct pairings ahead of me. Greg and Jackie led the way, with Jackie's focus seemingly fixated on a particular area of Greg. It was clear she wasn't just stealing glances at his penis; she appeared almost entranced by it.

A few paces behind, Nancy's approach to leaving the water was a playful lunge, her arms remaining above the water. Each movement revealed tantalizing glimpses of the sides of her breasts, peeking out and then disappearing rhythmically with her steps.

The sights playing out in front of me had a distinct effect, and I felt a stir of arousal. In that moment, I was especially thankful for my decision to retain a bit of modesty by keeping my shorts on. The unfolding scenes were tantalizingly distracting.

As I ambled towards our designated spot, Greg, Nancy, and Jackie had already begun setting up, laying out blankets and positioning umbrellas for shade. My leisurely pace was partly due to my apprehension about the forthcoming comments, given I was the only one who had chosen not to embrace the beach's clothing-optional spirit entirely.

Greg, never one to miss an opportunity to jest, called out as he saw me approaching. "Dude? What's up with the shorts?" His tone was light, but the ribbing was evident.

His comment drew the attention of both Jackie and Nancy, who propped themselves up on their elbows to see, their curious eyes meeting mine. The moment had the playful tension of friends sharing a light-hearted joke, but I couldn't help feeling a bit on the spot.

Caught off guard, I fumbled for words, "Nothing's up. I just... I..." My voice trailed off, not quite landing on a sufficient explanation. I reached down, retrieving my towel, now sprinkled with grains of sand. As I passed Nancy, I couldn't help but sneak a quick glance at her now fully visible figure. Her breasts, especially, captured my attention for a fleeting moment.

Continuing on, I walked past Jackie to stake out my spot on her opposite side. I noticed her eyes following me momentarily before she comfortably rested her head back down on the blanket. The undercurrents of the situation, the subtle exchanges, and the playful teasing - it all added layers to the beach outing that were both amusing and intriguing.

As I faced away, busy snapping the sandy grains free from my towel, I was oblivious to Greg's stealthy approach. A sudden jerk at my waistband, and my boardshorts were unceremoniously yanked down to my ankles. The unexpected shock and reflex had me instinctively leaning forward to salvage some dignity, but I lost my balance and ended up tumbling backward, plopping down onto the sandy surface behind me. Greg, seizing the moment, grabbed the shorts at my ankles and pulled them off completely. He danced away triumphantly, laughter echoing, with his swinging penis on bold display.