Courage to Take Risks: Final Thoughts
A husband and his wife continue their celebrations of his 40th birthday.
This is the third story I'm penning down through a man's perspective. Your opinions, both pro and con, regarding the authenticity are valuable, as they help me. I have indulged in sexual encounters while standing in the ocean during various vacations, and even in the presence of people, never have I faced any complaints about my personal level of arousal. Perhaps I'm lucky or just highly turned-on, but even now, when I'm aroused, I get very wet. Sex in the sand by the oceanedge is an absolute no-no, except in movies.
All characters involved are above legal age.
Chapter Three
During breakfast, Julie mentioned that they hadn't spotted Madison since my private time with her in the ocean. Madison, a twenty-year-old woman the wife had given me permission to sleep with as a fortieth birthday present, was sitting on a single lounger under an umbrella. However, three guys were hounding her to pay attention to them. Julie immediately moved towards Madison, with just a few steps behind me.
"Hi, Madison," Julie pipes up as she moves closer. "Can we join you?"
Madison looks around confusingly and then sees Julie and me. A broad grin spreads across her face.
"Certainly, you're more than welcome," she responds.
I pull an umbrella closer to hers and bring the first of two loungers. As I notice the three guys eying me suspiciously, I realize their presence wasn't welcomed by her. They quickly decided it was time to quit as the men glared at me, possibly due to my size or the aggressiveness of my look or both. I don't know, nor do I care. Before Julie and Madison could even have their conversation properly started, they were chatting animatedly, catching up like childhood pals.
Madison paused for a moment to state, "Hi Rod. I was just telling Julie how glad I am that you two are here. I'm inundated by men who mistakenly believe they're special. It's not just irritating; it gets really boring."
"Welcome," I reply, allowing the women to continue talking to each other. I close my eyes, relax, and soak in the sun.
Several minutes later, I become aware of a touch on my arm, and in smiling, Julie is leaning over me, her ample breasts hanging temptingly before my eyes as she suggests, "Madison and I are going for a dip. Keep an eye on our stuff while we're gone."
Clearly, I'm not invited to join them. I shake off my stupor and stand up, watching their provocative figures as they enter the water halfway. Both taller than average, I appreciate twenty-year-old Madison, the embodiment of my secret desires, and my ever-amazing wife, who emits pure sensuality. I fetch a cold drink from our cooler and stand sipping on it as they interact in the water. After placing the empty into the cooler, I sit down again, reading the fourth chapter in the book I'm reading.
I'm partially awakened by the sound of Madison's voice, inquiring to Julie about attending their wedding on Saturday.
"We can't make it as we're leaving on Friday," Julie responds.
"I didn't know you were leaving so soon," Madison says.
"Yes, we arrived on Friday evening, and we're here for the week. To celebrate your husband's birthday," Julie replies.
Madison pauses for a moment before saying, "Well, we'll have to make it special," and they both burst out laughing. They were whispering conspiratorially and seemed to be scheming something.
Though I constantly requested they let me in on their scheme, they refused to divulge any information. I tagged along when they went swimming next. The ladies were untroubled about leaving their belongings unsupervised. After all, our stuff was in plain sight. Their tour was to stunning waterfalls and a coffee plantation, followed by a snorkeling trip with a group of old people they didn't find amenable. Apart from this excursion, Madison essentially didn't partake in any real fun. She had been topless while snorkeling; however, she desired to be nude since being naked was forbidden on the tour, and the oldest participant was already hypertensive, so she had to don her top and coverup on the bus. I imagined his heart attacking.
I'll admit, my wife's breasts are magnificent and an embodiment of my wildest fantasies, yet Julie is fit, toned, voluptuous, and most importantly, my stunning wife of sixteen years. As the women returned from their swim and changed into sundresses, we left the beach for lunch, leaving our towels on our sun beds. With a crowd present to promptly take notice if anyone attempted to tamper with our stuff.
One morning when Madison went to the beach early, she noticed some men hanging around her lounger. When she returned to the area after swimming, she discovered one or more of these guys had left cum on her towel. Angered, she thought, "What jerks!"
Julie shared a similar story, and I expressed my aversion to the culprits by suggesting they should be deprived of their ability to procreate. However, both girls thought this was too harsh, reminding me that women often experience such unpleasant incidents. I stayed quiet after that.
We all returned to our loungers later, relieved that nobody had tampered with our towels.
Later, after lunch, I returned to our room for a nap. While there, I stripped naked and sat on the balcony with my book. I admired the simplicity of their sundresses and envied their ease of dress compared to my usual clothes.
About 45 minutes later, Julie and Madison returned. I made them all rum drinks, which they consumed happily, cracking jokes and making innuendos.
I inquired about their beach visit, and they mentioned it was busy.
"What kind of dares did you guys do?"
"Just dares," Julie responded coyly, not wanting to reveal more.
My cock, still partially erect, became more prominent when I stood up to give them drinks. The girls giggled and high-fived each other. I felt awkward but didn't mind displaying my arousal to the right crowd.
Later, Madison asked for a refill. I stood up, and the girls immediately noticed and high-fived once more.
As I gave Madison her cup, she cradled my balls with her left hand. A powerful wave of sensation washed over me. I was already partly hard, and her action only increased my arousal.
"Isn't that something?" Madison told Julie, as she removed her hand.
"I never get tired of it," Julie replied, signalling the girls to join her on her chair. Julie then suggested it was time for them to shower and prepare for dinner. When they stepped into the shower together, I felt an intense desire to ejaculate and quickly washed away with an electric razor before donning my clothes and joining them upstairs.
Once dressed, we walked down to the poolside restaurant for dinner. After eating, we went back to our room and had kahlúa on the balcony. Although I was tired, they were still chatting outside when I cuddled up under our king size bed's top sheet and fell asleep.
Chapter Four:During her beach visit, Madison stumbled upon some men who were hanging around her clothesline. While she was in the water, they were there; however, they disappeared when she got back. She discovered one or more of them had left their sperm behind on her towel. "Those jerks," she mused.
Julie joined Madison in sharing an unnerving experience. I couldn't think of much to say except that they should pay for their actions. Both women were horrified by this idea and chided me for it.
After several hours, we all relaxed on our loungers with no evidence of sperm on our towels.
Post-lunch, I returned to our hotel for a power nap. I undressed and sat on our balcony and was reading a steamy thriller. I accepted my predicament, knowing that any erection could easily cause issues with my trunks. But my comfort was resigned to undisturbed reading, especially at home.
A little after 5 pm, Julie and Madison arrived with drinks in hand. We enjoyed a few rum cocktails that sparked many playful jokes between us.
When we discussed their beach excursion, Julie said how active it had been. "We had fun doing dares!"
"What kind of dares?" I inquired.
"You know, just dares," Julie said mysteriously, shrugging it off.
I stood up, giving them better views of my arousal. The girls grinned and high-fived each other while I delivered their drinks.
Later, Madison inquired for a refill. I got up and brought the drinks; Madison's hand remained at my crotch as she picked up her glass, which delighted the girls. I didn't approve of their juvenile behaviour but couldn't help seeing the show.
As we sat and chatted, Madison and Julie continued to make suggestive comments. Julie then stood up, pulling her sundress above her waist, completely revealing her genitals. Madison followed suit and did the same. I couldn't help but notice their excitement and shifted uneasily, almost climaxing.
"Why don't both of you shower and get ready for dinner?" I asked.
"Yep, let's get cleaned up before we go," Julie agreed. Madison said they were still sandy, so they took a shared shower and then towelled off one after the other. While being cleaned, Julie made signs to Madison before turning off the water. Both of them high-fived each other. Concerned about them seeing me during the shower, I rushed in, turned on the shower, and cleaned myself.
We returned to our boudoir, where I strapped myself up. When ready, we headed down to the restaurant.
After feasting on our dinner, we decided to return to the room. Kahlúa was the drink Julie and Madison enjoyed as we caught up from our conversations.
At 10 pm, I needed to retire, but Julie and Madison's chatting continued. I snuggled up in our king size bed's top sheet and fell asleep while they conversed.
When I opened my eyes, the clock displayed 6:15, and I had an erection and had to pee. This happens almost every night around the same time. At my home, it's the time I usually get up on workdays. A glimpse of morning sunlight was peeping through the partially shut blinds. As I tried to get up, I felt a half-naked female body on each side of me, both fast asleep. Julie was softly snoring, and Madison started to snore as well. I carefully moved my legs over the sheet and slid between them until I reached the bottom of the bed.
At first, Madison still seemed unconscious, but she became alert as Julie encouraged me to return to the center of the bed. I lay there, caressing Julie's breasts while she rubbed her vagina on my erect penis and stroked my chest. We kissed gently with our lips shut as I felt another body press tight against my ass and an arm encircled my body, gripping my erection firmly. Madison wasn't just awake, she was completely conscious.
Julie broke away and went to the fridge. Madison reduced her grip on my cock but didn't immediately let go. I heard the popping sound of a cork as Julie returned with champagne for all of us and a mimosa for herself. All of us sat up in bed, toasting one another silently, and singing "Happy birthday!" amid the tranquil silence. After we placed the glasses safely aside, we cuddled again and caressed each other. By this point, my erect penis had mostly subsided.
Subsequently, I could feel my erection reviving due to the stroking even without any direct contact with my penis. Julie was sucking on my fingers, which was unusual. Madison was leaning over me, kissing and sucking on my nipples, which was pleasant. Their hands never ceased moving over me lightly. Then they took turns manipulating my erection with their hands, and Madison climbed over me, placing her genitalia on my mouth. At the same instant, Julie also mounted me and settled herself on top of me. As she slid up and down, I found myself obligated to lick and suck on Madison's cunt, sliding my tongue between her labia, sucking her clit, and darting down again to insert my tongue inside her, savoring her juices. I sensed the girls were facing each other, and I imagined Madison stroking Julie's nipples while Julie required her arms to aid her movements on my cock.
The girls switched places, and it was now Julie's cunt I was enjoying. Madison moved rhythmically on top of me, and I felt my stiff erection growing once again. Both of us were on the verge of a climax. Madison suddenly started to grunt, and her vaginal muscles contracted on me. Meanwhile, Julie's orgasm was imminent as she increased the intensity of her movements, refusing to break contact. I was about to climax as well when Madison's muscles tightened and she uttered, "Oh fucking hell!"
This encounter afforded me the wonderfully distinct and intense pleasure of a climax as I ejaculated deep into Madison's womb. She still had me pinned down vigorously, and I sensed the aftershocks of her orgasm.
A short while later, we untangled ourselves and went to shower. Both girls washed me carefully, though not mischievously. It was 8:45 when someone knocked on the door. Nude as we all were, Julie answered the door, welcoming a waiter pushing a trolley of breakfast items and a waitress carrying two thermos jugs. Neither waitperson reacted with any shock from witnessing our nudity, although I did notice the waitress paused for a moment, involuntarily rubbing her lips together. I've noticed a similar reaction in others while at the nude beach. It appears to be a primal, unintentional reaction unknown to most individuals.
Once they were gone, we enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast that Julie had ordered the previous night, complemented with coffee and champagne. There was even a cupcake with a single lit candle. Truly, this is how birthdays should begin.
At ten minutes past eleven, we met up with Madison, who'd gone back to her room after breakfast. Like Julie, she carried a full beach bag. Mine included a hat, my towel, water, sunglasses, goggles, sunscreen, and of course my book. I assumed we were going to sit on the beach, but we proceeded past the area reserved for the hotel and ventured into the public zone. This was my first close encounter with Troy. I realized he had to be around sixty and was still exuding strength like a warrior.
Troy greeted the girls with a smile, informing me that my son would soon arrive on his boat.
We all turned our gazes towards the water, and I spotted a small catamaran coming towards us. It looked around seventeen feet long and had an open cabin at the rear where a young man was steering. A roof-like structure protected him from the sun. The entire front space between the hulls, which was about ten by eight feet in size, was completely flat. At first, I thought it might be a party boat, though it could also be a diving boat.
"What's going on?" I asked.
When the boat stopped around thirty yards away from us, the man wave at us. Troy led us to a zodiac, and we climbed in with our beach bags while Julie explained, "Kelly and I met Jack yesterday. He's taking us snorkeling for your birthday. It's also a dare we made for each other."
A couple of minutes later, we were all on the catamaran, and Troy brought the zodiac back to the shore. Jack came over to greet us once we were back in the water.
"Are we picking up more people?" I asked, but the girls laughed, "Nope, just us. It's a private tour."
Jack then pointed to a cooler and said, "I've got beer and water on ice, and I made a fresh salad in another cooler below."
Madison pulled out a large plastic bottle and announced, "I brought planters punch," as Julie pulled out two bottles of wine responded, "Let's snorkel first, and then we'll have your birthday party."
However, Julie also grabbed a beer for each of us from the cooler and handed them out. Jack started the engine and we sped towards the point. As we navigated, we passed several small bays with one or two boats in each one. After a while, we came to a river-like opening and Jack steered the catamaran in. The opening soon opened into a wide basin with a long sandy beach on one side and a rocky cliff on the other. Remarkably there was no one there.
"This is where the mouth of a river is, and only shallow boats with no keels can make it," Jack explained. "Not yachts or larger, heavier cats."
Jack guided us towards the point where the bay began to narrow and then dropped the anchor by a rocky outcrop and the end of the beach.
"Is this a river?" I inquired.
"No, it's not," he laughed, pointing ahead, "That thin channel connects back to the ocean. It may look like a river but it's actually all sea water, and it's sheltered which is perfect for reef fish and great for snorkeling."
We quickly emptied our beers and Julie remarked, "We won't mind if you join us for snorkeling naked. We love it too."
"I will if you're all comfortable," he said, addressing me in particular.
I nodded, and the girls agreed, "Go ahead."
Jack retrieved a plastic crate with fins while Julie pulled out our snorkels and her mask from her bag.
"Have you brought your goggles, Rod?"
I smiled because she knows I dislike masks and prefer goggles.
We found fins that fit comfortably and a mask for Madison. Soon, the three of us were in the water. The shallow floor was clear and still, showcasing lots of starfish along the sandy bottom. Occasionally, I spotted a large conch. There were also irritating black sea urchins on the rocks. I couldn't help but admire Madison's beautiful body as she swam through the water. Unconsciously, I found myself staring at her shapely butt and the enticing space between her gently swaying thighs.
My arousal grew, and I glanced away, concentrating on the vivid marine life. The little crevices on the rocks were teeming with colorful tiny fish. Bigger, bluish fish swimming in and out of the rocks made the scene even more fascinating. I felt proud of myself for spotting an octopus hiding in a crevice on the rock face. But the girls had already discovered it and moved on.
I wondered what to do next, when, without warning, Jack swam by with a speargun, his body unclothed. I beheld the sight, puzzled if the girls had even noticed. But the three of us soon caught up, and we watched as Jack speared a large fish. Not knowing if the girls had seen him naked, I followed them as they drifted in an upright position observing a barracuda. It was a sleek, menacing-looking smaller shark-like fish, likely over two feet long. Despite our predicament, the barracuda didn't seem to show any interest in us, but my thoughts remained occupied by my visible appendage. When I altered my position, my hand subconsciously fell to cover it.
While we were swimming, I saw the fish moving away from us. We headed back towards the boat in the opposite direction, but I turned around to make sure it wasn't planning a surprise attack. As we swam back, I climbed up the ladder, and the girls got on board.
I noticed Jack, still naked, cooking the fish on a propane hibachi. The boat smelled delicious with the scent of grilling fish in the air. As I climbed onto the deck, the sight of him quickly took my attention away from the smell. There was a bucket of fish guts and scales nearby, along with a large single-bladed knife in it.
Madison was handing out Dixie cups of punch for everyone. We dried off in the sun and enjoyed our drinks while sharing our experiences about what we'd seen underwater. The girls must have seen more than I did, like a sea turtle. They seemed captivated by Jack cooking our lunch. He had already plated four portions, each with a dressed salad and a slice of lemon on top. Then, he signaled us to sit at the narrow table at the back of the cabin.
Impressed by his cooking skills, my attention was diverted when I noticed the girls' interest in Jack. He was standing with his back to us while he washed the grill. His flaccid penis was definitely shorter than mine, at about five and a half inches but equally as thick as Troy's. From what I can tell, he looked to be in his early twenties, around six feet tall, with a slender, muscular body. It's no wonder they found him attractive.
Madison quickly offered Jack a rum punch, which he accepted. We had a conversation over lunch while we relished the taste of the grilled fish and drank wine. After we finished eating, Madison helped Jack wash the plates. Julie and I became too relaxed, lying on the deck and drinking another rum punch.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Madison and Jack's heads close together. Then, to my surprise, I saw Madison grab his penis and stroke it. Despite the close proximity, I had a good view of it; it had grown larger to match my size but was certainly thicker. I nudged Julie to take a look.
As we continued to watch, Julie began to stroke me softly. If Jack and Madison were going to take this further, there were no privacy options except the open deck beside us. Sure enough, Madison led Jack over to join us. I saw him glance at my erection, and his smile told me he had noticed. Next, Madison knelt on the deck and spread her legs. He slowly lowered himself between her legs while Julie and I admired the show.
Soon, Madison began to moan loudly, signaling her orgasm. I paused mid-thrust and allowed Julie to roll on her stomach to join in. With Julie spread out, Jack slid over to her, and she eagerly spread her legs in invitation. I moved under Madison and began to fuck her doggy style so we could both watch. Julie was thrusting her hips against Jack as he violently entered her. I heard Julie's gasps and exclamations - "Oh, shit!" followed by, "Oh, God, that's good."
A few moments later, I felt Madison's body convulse, and I kept thrusting into her until I was empty inside her. Julie, too, was experiencing a powerful orgasm.
Jack pulled out of Julie's ass, and she prompted him to approach her ass. Noticing the dryness, he lubricated his cock with her juices. He carefully aimed and slid into her, his cock finding its way in. Julie groaned out, "Shit!" and then, "Oh God, that's good."
Switching gears, I asked Madison to kneel and take my penis into her mouth. She eagerly complied, and I could see Julie doing the same thing to Jack. They reached another climax with me holding Madison's head steady while I ejaculated into her mouth. She choked slightly and let go of my penis, causing me to move in front of Madison to finish. The look on Julie's face told me it was her turn; Jack's eyes narrowed as he prepared to finish, and he groaned loudly as he climaxed.
We sat with them, covered in sweat and listening to them breathed heavily. Neither of them said a word, but their satisfied expressions told me that the experience was far more pleasurable than anticipated.
Wow, that was intense! I felt my semi-hard boner becoming erect again as Julie moaned, "oh, oh, oooh!" Her ass was being forced open as she took him in, and she ended with a heartfelt, "Oh, sweet Jesus!" as he was fully inside her, balls pressed against her butt. Jack started to push in and out, and I couldn't help but notice how Julie's legs locked around his neck. I watched as she rubbed her clit in a frenzy. It didn't take long before she climaxed, and it was just as intense as her previous one.
Madison pushed me down and straddled me, sliding onto my dick and starting to ride me. Just as Jack pulled out of Julie with a popping sound, she nodded toward Jack, indicating he should enter her. He knelt with his legs on either side of my legs, and I could feel him as he entered her ass. It seemed like he had used the cum that had been dripping from her pussy as lubrication. As he pushed in and out, I couldn't move but I could feel his every movement. The feeling of our cocks almost touching each other was incredible. I'm not sure what Madison was feeling other than a mix of pleasure and pain, but it seemed like the pleasure outweighed it.
As he started to go faster, I knew I was going to orgasm again. I had no power over it. I could feel that Jack was also about to climax, as well as Madison, but by the time I came, I was exhausted and drenched in another puddle of cum. I just lay there as I felt their shudders and spasms. I could sense Jack starting to withdraw and stood up, and when he rose, I could finally breathe again. Madison got off me, and my softening cock slid out of her, leaving a trail of cum and a little blood behind.
No one said anything for a while until Julie turned to me and said, "Happy Birthday!" I saw Jack dive into the water and followed him while the rest of us dived in as well. The water felt nice and washed away some of the stickiness. We climbed back on the boat and Jack dragged the anchor up and started driving us towards the mainland. It was cloudy, and it started to rain softly.
I asked Madison how she felt, and she chuckled, "Well and truly fucked." Julie started laughing too, and soon we were all laughing hysterically. Jack focused on driving the boat back, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind but didn't have the nerve to ask.
We reached the beach, and no sign of Troy was left behind. Jack hopped into the little inflatable boat and swam to the shore. I jumped in, went underwater, then came up and swam towards the shore. I was glad to relieve myself before making my way to the beach. Jack brought the girls and all our bags to shore. Julie and Madison each kissed him on the cheek, and we started walking back to the hotel.
Julie said, "Wow, that was different. I'm not sure I would do that again in a hurry. I haven't felt stretched like that in a long time. How was that for a birthday treat, Rod?"
"Different, absolutely different!"
"You enjoyed it, I know you did."
I confessed that I had, but I needed time to process everything.
Madison remained silent.
"And you, Madison?" Julie inquired.
Madison smiled widely and stated, "That was a fucking incredible experience. I just don't know if I should be getting married on Saturday."
"Yes, you should," Julie replied, "That was one for the memory chest—though I'm sure she plans on keeping it in there."
She's completely right. It was just sex, intense sex, but somehow, something feels different. What a difference a day, or a week, can make! I'm 40 now, and maybe when we return home, I can put it all into perspective.
The End.
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