On the Beach

Twenty minutes later we were getting settled in at the beach. Helen had put on a cover-up over her new suit and had thrown a few things into her over-sized bag. I chugged down some coffee and gulped a sweet roll before following her down the elevator and onto the beach. What took time was Helen finding the perfect spot.

As I spread a blanket over the hot sand, I spied why Helen had selected this particular place. About 15 feet away, further from the waves than us, two young studs were sunning their well-oiled, buff bodies on beach lounge-chairs. A cooler of beers lay between them. At first glance, I thought they were gay, but as Helen peeled off her wrap, the two men became totally engrossed with my wife.

Helen stood, posing, in her new suit. The top was nothing more than a two-inch wide red, elastic strap that barely covered her nipples. The bottom was a thong - a bare string around her waist and down through her ass with a tiny patch of red fabric that hardly covered her pussy.

As the two men watched Helen slink down onto the blanket, I noticed that their cocks had stirred in their tight Speedo suits. Helen, face up on the blanket, spread her legs several inches; I knew that she was exposing her pussy to the two men. It didn't take long for both of them to move from their chairs to our blanket.