Further adventures of a japanese wife

Again, around 1995, several families camped on the beach with all our children. My wife's not a swimmer, so when I took out a lot of snorkeling kids, she stayed on the beach looking at us. I realized that I was sitting with the husband of one of our friends, a guy who had made no secret of his admiration for my wife, and he had reached under his shirt and grabbed his boob while kissing her last New Year. He took his chest off his bra and played with his nipple under his shirt for several minutes, while everyone sang "Auld Lang Syne." Several people noticed the movement under my wife's shirt. The previous year, while they were riding in the back seat returning from a beach leaving late at night, he put his hand on his erection. He said he felt it up and down, "squeezed once" and then took his hand out. He returned his hand, and put a blanket on them. Under the blanket, he woke up his shorts, and my wife felt his hard penis smooth. He whispered "this is not a good idea," but everyone else in the car, besides the driver, seemed to be asleep. She took him down for a few minutes, feeling him getting more and more fat, and a little pre- cobra came out to help with lubrication. He was beginning to breathe hard, and he thought he'd shoot very soon, when the other occupant of the back seat, the guy's wife, woke up. My wife quickly took off her hand and took off her blanket, so she was just covering the guy and his hard. In both stories, I suspected there was a little more to it than he told me.

While we were snorkeling, I noticed that neither my wife nor the boy was on the beach. The kids and I followed a couple of turtles down the coast and we left for forty-five minutes at an hour. When we got back, I noticed that they were back on the beach, sitting not too close to or suspected away on the carpet. After we got in, the kids cleaned up and the team fired, my wife suggested we take a walk. He said he wanted to tell me what happened, but he had to promise not to say anything. I agree. He said he had wanted to smoke a joint while the children were in the water, and that she and the guy had retired to a small forest of trees for some privacy. Smoking (until we gave it up) always made my wife hot. They lay under the trees and the guy started getting around, just putting his arm on it, rubbing his arm and so on. He started rubbing his stomach, gradually hitting the bottom of his breasts more and more. He finally moved his hand on his chest and pressed it, on his suit. When he did not protest, he took his suit on and began to rub his bare breasts slightly. His breasts are very sensitive and he said his nipples were very hard. Even touching his nipples with one hand, the guy took one of his hands and led him to his exposed dick. His hand closed on the axis, and he started hitting him. After a couple of minutes of this petting, he had inserted a hand in his pants and was looking for his pussy. He realized, however, that they were more or less open, and that although the children were almost all in the water, there were still some adults around, including his wife. He whispered "What the hell are we doing?" and he took his hand out of his dick. He said, "I'm sorry!" and he got up on his knees. He told her how beautiful she was, continuing to rub her exposed breasts like she did. His erection shook a few centimeters away. My wife said that because of the chest massage, she could feel that she was already wet, and as she looked at her strong blow, her impulse was to grab him, but she said, "Fuck that thing away. Let's go to my tent," she returned the top over her tits, and she got up to go. He grabbed his penis. "Please help me keep it," he said. "He closed his hand on her, bowed to take his head in his mouth briefly," he pressed him a couple of times, "as she put it, and then put it back in his shorts.

When they returned to our store, it occurred to him that full foliage was probably not such a good idea, with all around in a reasonably close proximity. So when they got to our store, he turned around, got on his knees, pulled out his half-hard dick, and started sucking and pulling it. She felt tense in a couple of minutes and took it out just in time for a sperm clot to spray in her hair. He milked the rest of it, made him moan, cleaned and went back to the beach. As it turned out, she only succeeded in postponing being fucked (and fucked hard several times) by the guy for about two weeks, when I came home to find her sperm waving on our couch, but that's another story.