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Swapping with the Nudist Couple

Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 7

Nathan transformed me into an insatiable exhibitionist… a slut wife craving for strangers cocks.

It went better than I thought. Nathan was horny, the following morning. We hadn’t had sex the night before and he woke up hard as a rock. But when he slid towards my open legs to lick my pussy, I stopped him.

“Wait… wait…” I said.

“What? You don’t want me to lick you?”

Yes, I didn’t want him to lick me. After all, I didn’t have time for a shower and my pussy was sweaty, sandy… as Jane’s fingers had left it the night before.

“I must tell you something.”

I had rarely used such a serious tone.

“Did you make out with Jane?”

“Wha… how did you-”

“You had a shower before going out yesterday evening… and now you’re full of sand between your legs,” he said.

He didn’t sound angry. At all.

“We did something more than making out.”

“Did she bring you to her bungalow, and fucked you together with Gareth?”

“N… no… noooo… I could never… how can you even think…”

“I was joking… joking, my darling. I know you’d never do that. I would be very jealous otherwise,” he said. “But with Jane… it’s OK. I’m just a little sad I wasn’t there to look at you two…”

His cock hadn’t softened. At all.

“I could never do something like that in front of you…”

“You sure?”

Actually, I was almost certain of the opposite.

“Next time, maybe?” I tentatively said.

“So, what did you two do?”

“We kissed, we touched. Nothing more.”

“Sorry for her. I guess she’ll have to wait some more time before tasting such a treat,” he said, diving between my legs.

He didn’t care my pussy had not been cleaned after being touched by another woman. Or maybe, that’s what excited him the most.

“Was she better than me?”

No, she wasn’t better. Her touch was just different.

But now my pussy was on fire, waiting for her orgasm since the night before… I didn’t give a fuck about Jane. I let Nathan lick my clit, lap my slit and rosebud, play with me. I felt like a princess, being served by her adoring slave.

Soon, I was gripping the sheets, as the peak of a long, wonderful, needed orgasm pervaded me.

“Wow… that was… a nice way to wake me up…” I panted.

There was no trace of jealousy in him.

I wondered how did I get so lucky, to find such a man.

Nobody was at the nudist beach, today. The weather wasn’t the best: cloudy and windy, forecasts saying it may be raining soon. When we found the place empty we were happy to have a little privacy.

Finally, being naked in public didn’t seem much of a dare.

Nathan hadn’t teased me much on the path across the promontory, but I was still satisfied from my morning orgasm and such I wasn’t expecting anything. Actually, what I wanted, was to pay him back the favor. The way he had accepted my naughtiness — my straying, even if with a woman — had both turned me on and cemented my love for him.

We had just sit on our towels when Gareth and Jane arrived.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Jane said, leaning to me and kissing me on the cheeks.

I felt embarrassed. Nathan knew about what had happened with her, and Gareth did for sure, too. But as the first minutes passed and I saw no trace of awkwardness coming from them, everything went back to normal.

“Can you spread some oil on me?” Jane asked Gareth at some point.

“Darling… I was just going to have a quick bath…”

I noticed Jane’s disappointed grunt becoming a grin when she seemed to see an opportunity. But when she opened her mouth to speak, Gareth came first.

“Could you do it for me, Nathan?” he asked.

“Why not,” my husband answered.

“Great! Back soon,” Gareth said, walking away.

I was shocked.

I mean I should have not. But I was.

My husband was going to caress Jane’s luscious body in front of me. Karma was paying me back. Jealousy gripped my stomach when he knelt beside her and squirted oil on her naked back, but I was still feeling guilty about the night before to find the courage to say anything.

I wondered if he just wanted to have his revenge on me. But the bad feeling disappeared as soon as he touched her. I remembered her skin, her softness, her tenderness. I remembered how she had touched me. I could feel my pussy dampening, as I recalled the memories from the last night.

When I moved to kneel by her other side to help my husband to spread oil on her, I was already horny.

My hand was the first to slide in the crack of her butt, the first to slide up her thighs, all the way to her excited pussy, the first to look for her wonderful breast squished between her body and the towel, to force her to turn around.

It was clear this wasn’t oiling, anymore. I kissed Nathan, over her, as our hands intermingled on her body, caressing her clit, her pussy, her nipples.

When I slid a hand down his stomach I found him hard as a rock. I wanted to fuck him. Right here, right now.

I needed to cum again, already. All my good intentions to pleasing my husband had disappeared. I wanted him to fuck me, yes… but I wanted it for myself.

And yet, I also desired to make this girl cum, together with him. His fingers were now sliding in and out her pussy, while mine teased her nipples, caressed her face, her neck, the shape of her shoulders.

When she arched her back I knew she was going to cum on my husband’s fingers. I watched, strangely allured by the sight of my man giving pleasure to another woman.

It was a silent explosion. Her body shuddered and tensed, trembling under the pressure inside her, but she didn’t moan much. It was as if in the grasp of her climax, she had forgotten about breathing.

“Thank you,” she said when the last spasms of her orgasm faded away, and she opened her eyes.

I was in total admiration for that woman. She had let herself go in our hands, regardless of the place.

I wondered if I would be able to do the same.

Gareth arrived at our place not more than a minute afterwards, but both Nathan and I were already sitting on our towels.

“Need some oil, too?” Hubby asked me.

To be honest, the idea of receiving the same treatment he had given Jane was alluring. The fact Gareth would be there to watch was already giving me goosebumps.

“Why not?”

But as always, Nathan found a way to up the stakes.

“Care to return the favor?” He asked Gareth.

No words. Jane’s boyfriend came to kneel by my side, grabbed the oil from my husband’s hand and squirted some of it on my back and butt.

Chills ran down my spine, as I let the man caress me.

Am I ready for this?

This was… almost swapping. Gareth’s hands were caressing me in such a sexy way… that I could never be able to resist his touch in one of my naughty spots.

Touch, which soon arrived.

I looked at Nathan, while Gareth slid his hands on my inner thighs, grazing my pussy at first, then purposely rubbing my lips.

Nathan didn’t flinch. In his eyes, I could read he wanted me to relax and enjoy it.

I closed my eyes and let the man explore me. I’m sure he could feel how horny I was. My pussy was wet, screaming to be pleased. Soon, my butt was rocking up and down, guiding his fingers deeper into me.

I moaned louder than usual… as if I wanted to be sure that it was happening for real. My orgasm was growing inside me, but I wanted more now. I needed more.

My hand moved by itself as if possessed by someone else. It reached for Gareth’s cock, it touched it, finding it hard, wet in precum. He had gotten like this while touching me. I had been the one exciting him.

Me, with all my imperfections… he wanted me.

A glance at Nathan gave me the reassurance I needed. I didn’t have the courage to look at Jane, though.

I turned around, grabbed the man’s cock and stroked it. Up and down, up and down, caressing the shaft, the balls, the tip. And as I did, his fingers violated me, fucking my horny pussy, making me feel wanted, desired… sexy.

God, if I wanted to suck his cock! But I didn’t dare. I didn’t dare… until I turned to look at Nathan once again, and saw Jane’s head leaning on his stomach just a few inches from his hard cock, giving it eager licks.

I pushed Gareth on the towel, right next to my husband, and crawled on him. I grabbed his cock, lowered my head to it, then I sucked. The seawater had made it salty, but the tip was wet with precum. And it was hard… so hard and swollen… so sensitive… twitching at each stroke of my tongue on it.

Someone was touching me, but I’m not sure it was Gareth, anymore. There were more hands. One exploring my pussy, one fondling my butt… I was completely in the hands of three people… something I had never experienced before.

Gareth came soon. I was glad he pulled his cock out of my lips before exploding, shooting his load on his stomach. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth… I thought I wasn’t ready for that.

But Jane didn’t care. She sucked my husband until he came, and she swallowed his load without flinching.

“I swear Gareth tastes as good as your hubby,” she told me while still cleaning the last drops of cum from her lips.

Then, she leaned towards me and kissed me.

Enjoy the adventures of Nathan and Annabelle! A new part will be out soon. Follow me and subscribe to receive all the updates 😍

• Part 1 — Exposed to the Truckers
• Part 2 — Fucked by the Window
• Part 3 — Showing off at the Bay
• Part 4 — Spying on the Horny Strangers
• Part 5 — Exposed at the Nudist Beach
• Part 6 — Making out With Jane
• Part 7 — Swapping with the Nudist Couple

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