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16/01/2012
This post is for my darling hubby. He’s not always the most observant person in the world. He showed me his latest post about swimming in France called “A Day at the Beach”, the one where I found some “friends” to body surf with. I hadn’t told him everything at the time, but figured he must have realised there was a little more going on - apparently not! We are both very open minded and honest with each other. I thought he must have realised there was more to the story and he’d ask if he wanted to know the details. Nope. After seeing his post, I thought it was about time I told him the whole story. I said to him last weekend that there was a lot more to that day, and did he want to know everything. He said yes, but he wanted to read it as a post; so here it is honey, I hope you enjoy it and it turns you on! I hope all of you enjoy it too. Picking up where he left off…
As you may recall, I was bobbing around in the sea, topless, surrounded by all of these lovely, beautiful young French men. They were full of life and fun and mischief. It felt great that they were finding me attractive, as I am nearly twice their age – I was openly loving their attention.
When they first came near to me in the sea and started bobbing around, they seemed to know I was English, but they did not know I am fluent in French. I could understand their banter just fine. I could hear them egging each other on to be braver with me, and also saying very complimentary – if perhaps crude - things about my body. I let them carry on thinking I was oblivious. Besides, some things were obvious, like the way they stared at my bare breasts at every opportunity.
While I was busy floating around and body surfing with these young men, we drifted quite a little ways down the beach, but we hadn’t really noticed. My poor hubby (and anyone else) seemed pretty far away; I barely knew if he was still there. On the other hand, my new friends were all around me, full of life and lust. I loved it when I’d catch a wave and they pursued me. At the end of a ride I’d stand up in the shallow water and put on a little show for them. Usually one or two of the guys were right there, sometimes helping me up, smiling and staring all the while. Once, one of them helped me up and used my momentum to pull me into a tight embrace, then waved and shouted to his mates whilst holding on to me. I laughed and smiled, it was all in good fun, and he felt very nice and firm against me. He took my hand and escorted me back to the deeper water, what a gentleman, so sweet. I felt like a 19 year old again!
I was especially enjoying it when they would body surf on past me so they could walk behind me back to deeper water, staring at my bottom the whole time. I was playing it up big time, pulling up my already quite small bikini bottom in back, making it as near to a thong as possible. I know they appreciated this, as when I was walking back out to deeper water, they would shout in French things like “nice ass!” not realising I knew exactly what they were saying. I would turn and look back at them over my shoulder, giving them a smile and a bit of an extra wiggle as I walked on my toes.
We’d been playing this game for a while by which time most of them had grabbed my ass or my tits when we were in the deep water floating with the waves. At first they would pretend it was an accident - I let them carry on, I was just enjoying being their centre of attention, absorbing all of that sexual energy.
After a bit of groping, one of the guys wanted to swim underneath me through my legs. He let me know what he wanted to do with hand gestures; I was still feigning ignorance of the French language. Eventually I let him know I understood by nodding, and moved to slightly shallower water, about up to my chest when my legs were apart with feet touching bottom. The sea was helping this game, as by now the tide had slipped out a bit further, and even though I was only chest deep, I was still way, way out from the water’s edge and other people, including my darling hubby.
The guys followed me to the shallower water, I turned facing back out to sea and spread my legs as I stood facing them. I had to point out I was ready because they were all staring at my tits, which were now nearly out of the water. Under the water he went, swimming through, grabbing my calves as he passed. He popped up behind me and his mates let out a shout.
Of course, like all things with groups of men, once you open the floodgate, they all want a go. One by one they swam through. By the third underwater swimmer I felt a hand go up my thigh and grab my nearly bare ass as he pulled himself through, which he announced when he came to the surface, still all in French. The game was now on for them.
Next up was the very handsome and fit Alain (by now I had learned several of their names), who took some very deep breaths and down he went. He stopped underneath me and sat on the sea floor. He reached up and grabbed the edge of my bikini bottom in the front, which gave me a bit of a fright, pulled it to one side and blew lots of air bubbles directly onto my pussy, which gave me a tingling and vaguely amusing sensation. He then swam through and popped up behind me, looking slightly embarrassed as I gave him a feigned dirty look over my shoulder, calling him a naughty boy.
While I was still looking back at Alain, Pierre Yves, handsome and very sexy, had dived under the water, announcing his arrival by pulling aside my bikini bottom and inserting a finger straight into me. It was a bit of a shock, but he was really gorgeous, so I let him carry on – besides, he could only stay down there for so long. He emerged behind me triumphantly. I just laughed at him and turned back to the others, but none of them moved. As I was looking at their faces, slightly puzzled, I hadn’t realised Pierre Yves had now removed his swimming costume and tossed it aside.
Next thing I felt were Pierre Yves hands on my tits, and his erect cock pressing in between my butt cheeks. He pulled himself up close and nuzzled my neck, which I have to say, felt very nice, as he began squeezing my nipples. I don’t know about other women, but my nipples are directly connected to my clit and the sensation was electrifying. I wasn’t ready to go too far just now, so reluctantly I giggled and spun away from him, which caused the group to burst out laughing. Still, the moment was quite hot, and I was starting to move from feeling just playful to feeling sexual and aroused – a dangerous thing no doubt!
We resumed the diving game, but the boys had added a new twist – now they had all removed their swimming trunks. The next one through was very amusing, he rolled face up under the water as he swam, trying to get his hard on to slide against my pussy on his way through. He did a credible job I have to say. They were all keen to show me their willies, and I was only too happy to oblige. Several more swam through, some with rather impressively large cocks, all of them very erect and doing their best to make some kind of contact – oh how a 19 year old can keep it up!!
At this point the boys all gathered and had a brief conference. When they finished, they started demanding that I take off my bikini bottom. This was all done with gestures and in French, which I pretended not to understand. One of them knew the word off, so they started a little chant of “off, off, off, off”!
It was getting louder and I didn’t want the people near shore to hear --- plus I am easily led in these kinds of situations, a trait that my husband secretly loves, and I was pretty turned on by now so part of me really wanted to take this a bit further, so I dove under the water and swam right through them. I pulled off my bottoms whilst I was under the water, and popped up out of the sea holding my bikini bottom in my hand in the air. That brought smiles to everyone’s faces, including mine.
They wanted to resume the swimming through my legs game, which I was enjoying, so I waited for the next one, who came through making a light hearted attempt to give me a little lick on the way past, which I enjoyed.
The next one (Alain) swam towards me, but instead of diving under, he swam over on his back, stopping sideways right in front of me with his cock sticking up in the air. He gave me a look of longing, he wanted me to touch him. His cock was very large, and I just couldn’t resist the urge, so I wrapped my hand around it and began stroking him, he felt delicious. I put my other hand under his ass to support him and played with his balls from there. His eyes lit up, as did the others. I was really getting into this now, and getting very, very aroused. I was standing up straight, my tits now out of the water, my fanny getting wet with my own slippery juices.
While I was busy stroking Alain’s cock, Pierre Yves had snuck around behind me, which I discovered when I felt him grab my tits again from behind. He began caressing and massaging my breasts, which felt delicious…then he started squeezing my nipples quite hard, which connected right to my clit again in that magical, electrifying way, sending me into ecstasy. Oh this was dangerous, I was now aroused to the point where I just didn’t care anymore. I could feel Pierre Yves big, hard cock rubbing in the crack of my ass as he pulled himself close to me. I was still stroking Alain, going pretty fast now. I noticed the other guys were stroking their own cocks and staring at me, which turned me on even more. I felt I might soon explode with desire, I wanted something inside me but knew I shouldn’t.
I was thinking about sucking Alain’s cock, but decided that might be too obvious if anyone was watching from a distance (especially my husband!). Instead, I pulled Alain’s throbbing cock towards my pussy, which made him stand up from floating languorously on his back. I guided his straining cock straight inside me and wrapped my legs around his firm, muscular ass. Just a few strokes to overcome the seawater and he was sliding in and out of me just fine, oh very fine, as long as we kept it to a few inches at a time. I thought I might explode, but he beat me to it. It had only been a very few minutes when I felt him unload his youthful semen straight into me , oh that felt delicious, and desperately naughty.
I’m afraid it only made me want more. I knew Pierre Yves was still lurking, so I pushed off Alain and grabbed Pierre Yves’s even bigger cock and pulled him in. I wrapped my legs around his strong young thighs and carried on grinding my clit on him as best I could. I’d now lost all control and was totally absorbed in the moment, reaching an absolutely delicious climax, and making a great deal of noise as I did. I meant to be quiet, but I just couldn’t manage it. I carried on grinding against Pierre Yves, I could tell he was getting very close. Just a few more minutes and I felt him stiffen and then explode inside me, oh that was sooooo nice. Feeling him let go of his load whilst throbbing inside me sent me straight back into ecstasy and another fabulous orgasm - I think I was even louder the second time. Oh dear, that was soooo naughty and sooooo delicious, I fell away from Pierre Yves and dived under the water half to hide in shame and half to cool down and think for a moment.
I came up a little more clear headed, and fortunately for me I think the others had finished themselves off in all the excitement. Anyway, if they hadn’t it was now going to be their problem. I’d had my fun, and my dear hubby was bound to be wondering what had become of me. I wasn’t sure myself! Thinking of hubby, I suddenly realised I had no idea where my bikini bottom was, as it was not in my hand any more. Shit. Double shit, that would be pretty hard to explain. I looked around in a panic, then noticed one of the other guys was wearing it on his head like some sort of hat. I swam over to him and tried to grab it off his head, but he knew why I had come, and had rolled it up in his fist. This was going to be ugly I thought, and I was right. The little bugger was holding my bikini bottom for ransom.
He’d managed to get very hard again (oh the young!), or perhaps he’d never finished, and wanted me to suck his cock under the water. I said no, but took it in my hand and began stroking him; he floated onto his back like Alain before. I figured after what I’d just done, what did it matter. I did insist as I was working his willy in my hand that he give me the bottoms, which at first he refused to do, but then he got carried away in his own pleasure and let go of them. I grabbed them and carried on with my work until he shot his load into the sea, quickly slipping my bikini bottom back on whilst he was still moaning in ecstasy, and before anything else had a chance to happen.
Ok, it was now time to pull myself together.
I gave them all a little kiss on each cheek, ok Alain and Pierre Yves, my favourites, each got a bit of a snog with tongue. Then I spoke to them all for the first time in French. The shock on their faces was priceless. I told them I’d had a very nice time, and now I had to go. I said we all needed to go as a group very near my husband, and act like nothing had happened and carry on being playful in the sea, like that’s all we’d been doing all along. They all agreed. I’d only hoped hubby was still far enough away that he could not have seen us very well. None of us could spot him amongst the people standing in the shallow water, so we moved en masse towards where we thought we’d left him. Oh we were a bit off the mark, we’d obviously drifted a bit, but eventually we spotted him. When we were a bit nearer we carried on horsing around as we had been before, just like nothing had happened.
Still a little ways off I said goodbye to my new friends, returning to my hubby. He’d found some new friends of his own, some very attractive women, which was nice for him, but I’m sure he didn’t get up to very much with them, poor man.
We went back to our blanket, opened a bottle of wine and had a nice chat.
So there you are my darling, I’m sorry I didn’t give you all of the details before, I hope you don’t mind and I hope knowing what happened has turned you on!!
Love,
Your girl Fanny xx
As you may recall, I was bobbing around in the sea, topless, surrounded by all of these lovely, beautiful young French men. They were full of life and fun and mischief. It felt great that they were finding me attractive, as I am nearly twice their age – I was openly loving their attention.
When they first came near to me in the sea and started bobbing around, they seemed to know I was English, but they did not know I am fluent in French. I could understand their banter just fine. I could hear them egging each other on to be braver with me, and also saying very complimentary – if perhaps crude - things about my body. I let them carry on thinking I was oblivious. Besides, some things were obvious, like the way they stared at my bare breasts at every opportunity.
While I was busy floating around and body surfing with these young men, we drifted quite a little ways down the beach, but we hadn’t really noticed. My poor hubby (and anyone else) seemed pretty far away; I barely knew if he was still there. On the other hand, my new friends were all around me, full of life and lust. I loved it when I’d catch a wave and they pursued me. At the end of a ride I’d stand up in the shallow water and put on a little show for them. Usually one or two of the guys were right there, sometimes helping me up, smiling and staring all the while. Once, one of them helped me up and used my momentum to pull me into a tight embrace, then waved and shouted to his mates whilst holding on to me. I laughed and smiled, it was all in good fun, and he felt very nice and firm against me. He took my hand and escorted me back to the deeper water, what a gentleman, so sweet. I felt like a 19 year old again!
I was especially enjoying it when they would body surf on past me so they could walk behind me back to deeper water, staring at my bottom the whole time. I was playing it up big time, pulling up my already quite small bikini bottom in back, making it as near to a thong as possible. I know they appreciated this, as when I was walking back out to deeper water, they would shout in French things like “nice ass!” not realising I knew exactly what they were saying. I would turn and look back at them over my shoulder, giving them a smile and a bit of an extra wiggle as I walked on my toes.
We’d been playing this game for a while by which time most of them had grabbed my ass or my tits when we were in the deep water floating with the waves. At first they would pretend it was an accident - I let them carry on, I was just enjoying being their centre of attention, absorbing all of that sexual energy.
After a bit of groping, one of the guys wanted to swim underneath me through my legs. He let me know what he wanted to do with hand gestures; I was still feigning ignorance of the French language. Eventually I let him know I understood by nodding, and moved to slightly shallower water, about up to my chest when my legs were apart with feet touching bottom. The sea was helping this game, as by now the tide had slipped out a bit further, and even though I was only chest deep, I was still way, way out from the water’s edge and other people, including my darling hubby.
The guys followed me to the shallower water, I turned facing back out to sea and spread my legs as I stood facing them. I had to point out I was ready because they were all staring at my tits, which were now nearly out of the water. Under the water he went, swimming through, grabbing my calves as he passed. He popped up behind me and his mates let out a shout.
Of course, like all things with groups of men, once you open the floodgate, they all want a go. One by one they swam through. By the third underwater swimmer I felt a hand go up my thigh and grab my nearly bare ass as he pulled himself through, which he announced when he came to the surface, still all in French. The game was now on for them.
Next up was the very handsome and fit Alain (by now I had learned several of their names), who took some very deep breaths and down he went. He stopped underneath me and sat on the sea floor. He reached up and grabbed the edge of my bikini bottom in the front, which gave me a bit of a fright, pulled it to one side and blew lots of air bubbles directly onto my pussy, which gave me a tingling and vaguely amusing sensation. He then swam through and popped up behind me, looking slightly embarrassed as I gave him a feigned dirty look over my shoulder, calling him a naughty boy.
While I was still looking back at Alain, Pierre Yves, handsome and very sexy, had dived under the water, announcing his arrival by pulling aside my bikini bottom and inserting a finger straight into me. It was a bit of a shock, but he was really gorgeous, so I let him carry on – besides, he could only stay down there for so long. He emerged behind me triumphantly. I just laughed at him and turned back to the others, but none of them moved. As I was looking at their faces, slightly puzzled, I hadn’t realised Pierre Yves had now removed his swimming costume and tossed it aside.
Next thing I felt were Pierre Yves hands on my tits, and his erect cock pressing in between my butt cheeks. He pulled himself up close and nuzzled my neck, which I have to say, felt very nice, as he began squeezing my nipples. I don’t know about other women, but my nipples are directly connected to my clit and the sensation was electrifying. I wasn’t ready to go too far just now, so reluctantly I giggled and spun away from him, which caused the group to burst out laughing. Still, the moment was quite hot, and I was starting to move from feeling just playful to feeling sexual and aroused – a dangerous thing no doubt!
We resumed the diving game, but the boys had added a new twist – now they had all removed their swimming trunks. The next one through was very amusing, he rolled face up under the water as he swam, trying to get his hard on to slide against my pussy on his way through. He did a credible job I have to say. They were all keen to show me their willies, and I was only too happy to oblige. Several more swam through, some with rather impressively large cocks, all of them very erect and doing their best to make some kind of contact – oh how a 19 year old can keep it up!!
At this point the boys all gathered and had a brief conference. When they finished, they started demanding that I take off my bikini bottom. This was all done with gestures and in French, which I pretended not to understand. One of them knew the word off, so they started a little chant of “off, off, off, off”!
It was getting louder and I didn’t want the people near shore to hear --- plus I am easily led in these kinds of situations, a trait that my husband secretly loves, and I was pretty turned on by now so part of me really wanted to take this a bit further, so I dove under the water and swam right through them. I pulled off my bottoms whilst I was under the water, and popped up out of the sea holding my bikini bottom in my hand in the air. That brought smiles to everyone’s faces, including mine.
They wanted to resume the swimming through my legs game, which I was enjoying, so I waited for the next one, who came through making a light hearted attempt to give me a little lick on the way past, which I enjoyed.
The next one (Alain) swam towards me, but instead of diving under, he swam over on his back, stopping sideways right in front of me with his cock sticking up in the air. He gave me a look of longing, he wanted me to touch him. His cock was very large, and I just couldn’t resist the urge, so I wrapped my hand around it and began stroking him, he felt delicious. I put my other hand under his ass to support him and played with his balls from there. His eyes lit up, as did the others. I was really getting into this now, and getting very, very aroused. I was standing up straight, my tits now out of the water, my fanny getting wet with my own slippery juices.
While I was busy stroking Alain’s cock, Pierre Yves had snuck around behind me, which I discovered when I felt him grab my tits again from behind. He began caressing and massaging my breasts, which felt delicious…then he started squeezing my nipples quite hard, which connected right to my clit again in that magical, electrifying way, sending me into ecstasy. Oh this was dangerous, I was now aroused to the point where I just didn’t care anymore. I could feel Pierre Yves big, hard cock rubbing in the crack of my ass as he pulled himself close to me. I was still stroking Alain, going pretty fast now. I noticed the other guys were stroking their own cocks and staring at me, which turned me on even more. I felt I might soon explode with desire, I wanted something inside me but knew I shouldn’t.
I was thinking about sucking Alain’s cock, but decided that might be too obvious if anyone was watching from a distance (especially my husband!). Instead, I pulled Alain’s throbbing cock towards my pussy, which made him stand up from floating languorously on his back. I guided his straining cock straight inside me and wrapped my legs around his firm, muscular ass. Just a few strokes to overcome the seawater and he was sliding in and out of me just fine, oh very fine, as long as we kept it to a few inches at a time. I thought I might explode, but he beat me to it. It had only been a very few minutes when I felt him unload his youthful semen straight into me , oh that felt delicious, and desperately naughty.
I’m afraid it only made me want more. I knew Pierre Yves was still lurking, so I pushed off Alain and grabbed Pierre Yves’s even bigger cock and pulled him in. I wrapped my legs around his strong young thighs and carried on grinding my clit on him as best I could. I’d now lost all control and was totally absorbed in the moment, reaching an absolutely delicious climax, and making a great deal of noise as I did. I meant to be quiet, but I just couldn’t manage it. I carried on grinding against Pierre Yves, I could tell he was getting very close. Just a few more minutes and I felt him stiffen and then explode inside me, oh that was sooooo nice. Feeling him let go of his load whilst throbbing inside me sent me straight back into ecstasy and another fabulous orgasm - I think I was even louder the second time. Oh dear, that was soooo naughty and sooooo delicious, I fell away from Pierre Yves and dived under the water half to hide in shame and half to cool down and think for a moment.
I came up a little more clear headed, and fortunately for me I think the others had finished themselves off in all the excitement. Anyway, if they hadn’t it was now going to be their problem. I’d had my fun, and my dear hubby was bound to be wondering what had become of me. I wasn’t sure myself! Thinking of hubby, I suddenly realised I had no idea where my bikini bottom was, as it was not in my hand any more. Shit. Double shit, that would be pretty hard to explain. I looked around in a panic, then noticed one of the other guys was wearing it on his head like some sort of hat. I swam over to him and tried to grab it off his head, but he knew why I had come, and had rolled it up in his fist. This was going to be ugly I thought, and I was right. The little bugger was holding my bikini bottom for ransom.
He’d managed to get very hard again (oh the young!), or perhaps he’d never finished, and wanted me to suck his cock under the water. I said no, but took it in my hand and began stroking him; he floated onto his back like Alain before. I figured after what I’d just done, what did it matter. I did insist as I was working his willy in my hand that he give me the bottoms, which at first he refused to do, but then he got carried away in his own pleasure and let go of them. I grabbed them and carried on with my work until he shot his load into the sea, quickly slipping my bikini bottom back on whilst he was still moaning in ecstasy, and before anything else had a chance to happen.
Ok, it was now time to pull myself together.
I gave them all a little kiss on each cheek, ok Alain and Pierre Yves, my favourites, each got a bit of a snog with tongue. Then I spoke to them all for the first time in French. The shock on their faces was priceless. I told them I’d had a very nice time, and now I had to go. I said we all needed to go as a group very near my husband, and act like nothing had happened and carry on being playful in the sea, like that’s all we’d been doing all along. They all agreed. I’d only hoped hubby was still far enough away that he could not have seen us very well. None of us could spot him amongst the people standing in the shallow water, so we moved en masse towards where we thought we’d left him. Oh we were a bit off the mark, we’d obviously drifted a bit, but eventually we spotted him. When we were a bit nearer we carried on horsing around as we had been before, just like nothing had happened.
Still a little ways off I said goodbye to my new friends, returning to my hubby. He’d found some new friends of his own, some very attractive women, which was nice for him, but I’m sure he didn’t get up to very much with them, poor man.
We went back to our blanket, opened a bottle of wine and had a nice chat.
So there you are my darling, I’m sorry I didn’t give you all of the details before, I hope you don’t mind and I hope knowing what happened has turned you on!!
Love,
Your girl Fanny xx
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