[group] [exhibition] [public] Slutty day on the beach with my husband

This happened a month or two ago.

My husband (34/M) and I (29/F) live in California. We went to a private local beach known for the dunes that provide coverage to people being sluts.

I shaved my pussy and took a little pill (legally prescribed) to chill me out and make me a little more open. I wore a black romper, no bra, no underwear. To get to the private beach, you have to park off the side of the road, cross the highway, and take a semi-hidden trail down. So we trek through the brush, cross some grasslands, and get down to the beach. It’s a Saturday, so there are normal people on the beach- but we’re not joining them.

We cross left and go into the dunes. There’s a little dip in the beach so once people are in the dunes, normal folks on the beach can’t see them from almost any angle- but they could if they came close enough. Walking into the dunes, there’s a naked guy setting up his towel doing yoga. I call him Yoga Man. He sees my husband and I and smiles a little wickedly- he knows what’s up.

“Do you guys want the bigger spot? I was thinking of moving over here anyways.” He says.
“Thanks!” I reply.

We take him up on it, lay out our towels, strip down naked, and smile at him.

We wait a minute or two, and a second guy comes around. He’s shirtless, tugging on his dick- a sign that he’s looking to play with others and not just a nudist coming to sunbathe.

I sit up a little bit, showing off my tits with a little jiggle- signaling we’re not just sunbathers either. I make eye contact and smile, nodding to the space next to our towels. He hesitates a little bit, so I smile wider and gesture him over. He runs over with his striped green towel, big dick swinging in the beach air, and we exchange pleasantries. He’s not Brad Pitt, but he’s not bad looking. He’s very tan, and I think to myself “he must come here a lot.” He sits near us, getting a full view of the show. I nickname him “Friendly Man” in my head. From past experience, it’s helpful to give all the guys names so I can keep them straight.

Now that we have an audience, I mentally go into sub mode. I look to my husband to start things up. My husband leans over me, making eye contact with Friendly Man, and starts rubbing my clit. I can feel Friendly Man watching me. I can feel my husband breathing heavily on my neck, the sea breeze, the burning sun irradiating our skin, the lap of the ocean, the drone of conversations on the beach, the thrill of being naughty in a public place. It makes me wet. It makes me horny. It makes me want to be a good slut. I cum way faster than I normally do- I guess I was hornier than I realized- and Friendly Man whispers “Oh shit.”

I can see Friendly Man tugging on his dick, long strokes and slow flicks across the head. His dick is red and shinier than most dicks I’ve seen- I wonder if it’s sunburned from coming to this beach so often. He’s licking his lips and inching forward. With fellow perverts who come to the beach, we have to be really clear with boundaries- it’s easy for people to get way too close or handsy, way too fast. Gotta ease into that. But he’s good at this, he knows what he’s doing.

He moves closer, looking at my husband for confirmation that it’s okay, and my husband nods. Friendly Man moves his towel next to ours, spraying a bit of sand over me. “Sorry!” he says a little awkwardly. I reassure him that it’s fine, no harm no foul. He’s so close to me that I can feel the heat from his skin.

I briefly worry about getting sand in my pussy- it’s happened before- but I dismiss the thought. The little pill I took takes care of thoughts like that. It helps me be a good little slut, so open and willing. They could rape me and I’d enjoy it.

Yoga Man from earlier has noticed what’s going on. He comes and stands at the front of our little dune space, watching and fondling himself. He’s mumbling some yoga stuff to himself, maybe a chant? It makes me giggle, to think that my husband just made me cum on the beach and some yogi is chanting over us.

My husband looks at me and we share a moment- we have a real audience going. He grabs my hips and pulls me toward him. I give a little eep of surprise and he puts his face between my legs and starts eating my pussy. My surprise quickly melts and I take a fist of his hair, pushing his head into my pussy. He grabs both of my hands and holds them down on either side of my pussy, forcing my legs open more so Yoga Man and Friendly Man can see. For a moment, I forget that they’re there. There’s something really liberating and fun about someone eating your pussy on the beach- a moment of total submission that is 100% pleasure. I’m still really turned on, and my husband is great at eating pussy. Friendly Man inches next to me, my husband okaying it, and after some a brief rules-discussion he starts touching my skin- running his rough hands down my arms and over my shoulders, cupping one big breast in his hand and weighing it. He flicks my nipples, giving me a little start, and bends his head to lick it. Honestly, it was a little slobbery, but he was so enthusiastic! That man loved tits! As I’m reclining partially against Friendly Man, husband buried between my thighs, I start tensing up to cum. Friendly Man leans over to me and says “cum, you naughty girl,” his tone full of approval and something a little controlling. I was 5% weirded out and 95% turned on, and a few seconds later, I came. I had been trying to keep quiet- it’s an open beach, after all- but I’m pretty sure I screamed a little bit.

They let me rest for a minute, chatting about rules of how much Friendly Man can touch. I’m not really listening, just letting the conversation wash over me. I trust my husband to set the boundaries. Yoga Man goes and lies back down, chanting more and doing yoga poses on the sand. He’s getting sand on his dick and I wonder if it’s uncomfortable.

A new guy shows up, our final participant. I dub him Player Five. He’s one of the usuals, or at least I recognize him from a previous visit to the beach. He has a nice, tan body, tall and dark, very (over?) confident. People usually approach us with caution, making eye contact, gesturing with their eyes, seeking approval- this guy walks right up and starts showing off his dick with slow strokes. Yoga Man notices that Player Five has arrived, and he comes back to watch us. I feel crowded in, and it’s a safe and freeing feeling- surrounded by men, all looking at my body and touching themselves. Being aroused by my husband and I, and the things we’re showing them. After Player Five shows up, I feel very different… a little out of body, very submissive, excited. Yoga Man and Player Five are standing at the edge of our little private dune, blocking out my view of the beach and much of the glare of the sun. Things become a little more intense.

My husband sits up, me reclining partially against Friendly Man, and positions my hips. He spits on his hand, wetting his dick all around, and puts the first inch in. He looks down, spits us some lubrication, and keeps going. Friendly Man is rubbing my skin with his rough hands eagerly. I reach down and spread my pussy lips to let them see, and to give ease of access. My husband fucks me to two orgasms (!!) while Friendly Man whispers dirty things in my ear. He gets a little too handsy once or twice, but I’m in too submissive of a headspace to really mind it. It makes me excited that he’s going a little too far.

My husband keeps fucking me- what a champ- and Player Five comes up and asks if he can jizz on my tits. My husband and I had talked about boundaries before we went to the beach, so we said yes. My husband pulls out and leans back, giving Player Five some space. I sit up, like a good little slut, all eager eyes and tingling pussy. Yoga Man is silent, and Friendly Man is giving Player Five his turn. I briefly wish Player Five could cum in my pussy, so I could ride my husband while it leaked out.

I look up at Player Five, whose tall body looms over my 5’1″ frame, and he masturbates furiously whispering things about me. Things that are true- I’m such a good slut, I’m loving it, I’m gonna take his load. Player Five jizzes all over my tits. It’s so fucking hot, he’s making that breathless moan-groan-cough thing that guys do when they cum, and his hot semen is leaking all over my tits. A drop makes its way down to my nipple, hangs there, and then drips onto my leg. I reach up and massage my nipple with his cum. I look at my husband, smile, and lean back.

My husband asks, “You like that, don’t you?” and I smile and say yes. My husband sits up, fucks me even more, and jizzes on my tits. It’s a huge load, even though we’d had sex before coming to the beach. I giddily think that I have two loads of cum on my breasts.

Player Five thanks us, cleans up, and leaves. Yoga Man gives us a little bow of thanks and goes back to yoga and chanting. Friendly Man, my husband, and I all lean back on our respective towels. We chat for a little bit, while I idly rub my clit, laying there, covered in cum. We enjoyed the sun, the beach, the waves. I wonder if any of the non-audience beachgoers saw us. I hope they did. I hope they got an erection and had to hide it from their wives.

My husband takes some pictures of me with cum on my tits. We chatted a little longer and started to pack it in, me wiping the cum mixture off my tits and belly. We continue our day playing pokemon and wandering around the city, me with no bra or panties :)

Edit: This is my first time writing up our adventures :) Please be kind! Feedback welcome…

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