A walk on the beach

After a light room service breakfast, delivered by a naked man with a slightly above average cock and the ripped body of a tri-athlete, Susan suggested we go for a walk on the beach. I really had no way of telling her no, and I was still feeling guilty.

We strolled hand-in-hand like we had when we were dating...except for the being completely naked part. The hot sun felt surprisingly good on my naked flesh, although I knew it would be a bad idea to expose some parts of my body that rarely saw daylight to too much sun.

We talked casually, discussing friends and family as well as work, the type of conversations I am sure most middle aged married couples have on a regular basis. Nothing really to type about.

As we walked I scanned the beach, which was already busy with nudists. Some were swimming, some were sunbathing, some were walking and at least one couple were fucking on a towel amidst the sea of naked bodies.

Closer inspection revealed it to be Mr and Mrs Smith, the couple who caught Diego and I on the patio. The male half of the couple was on his back with his legs up in the air while his wife was either fucking his cock in the amazon position or fucking his ass with a strap on. It was hard to tell from a distance.

A young couple who look surprisingly young smiled as they met us. They two were holding hands as they walked. She was petite with an a shaved pussy and flat chest, although she had very large nipples. He had an athletic build and also had his pubes shaved, which made his slightly smaller than average cock look bigger.

"I met them yesterday," Susan said. "They are both eighteen, although they don't look it. She had a birthday two days ago and they eloped. This is what they chose to do for a honeymoon."

"Interesting choice," I said, glancing back over my shoulder at them. Both of them had thick asses that didn't match the rest of their body. Either one looked great to worship.

"Maybe coming here was a mistake," Susan said, suddenly changing the subject.

"I thought you were having fun," I said, picturing her barebacking Carla on the beach.

We were passed by a fat, hairy couple in their thirties who were also holding hands. The woman had a beautiful face and massive breasts. Her belly hung down over her pussy. Only her giant bush was somewhat visible. The guy had an equally large bush and a tiny cock. Only the head was visible through all the hair.

"We started this whole the to work on us," she said. "But I've just been worried about feeling good. Mike's got so much fucking testosterone coursing through his body, I dont know how he manages to function. When I'm in his body, all I want to do is fuck."

In my head I saw her taking Carla from behind.

"Did something happen?"