On a recent trip to Australia, my wife, Kristy and I spent some time sightseeing in Sydney.
One evening we were drinking in a bar, when a man got up on the stage and began dancing. He kept inviting women to come up and dance with him and finally one woman did. They did a very sexy dance and as they were dancing he began to undress her. First her blouse, then her bra and finally her skirt and panties – until she was totally nude except for her very high heels and stockings. She finally unzipped his pants and ended up on her knees giving him a blow job. It was very erotic.
On the way back to the hotel I teased Kristy saying she should have gotten up on stage and danced with him. I told her how I would have loved to see her with him. She looked at me like I was crazy, and replied that she didn’t think she would be able to do that.
“Sure you could,” I encouraged, “and I would love it.”
“Are you sure? Are you really sure you could handle that? I think you would be jealous.”
Was I sure? How would I react to her with another man? It had always been a secret fantasy but we’d never discussed it. Maybe now was a good time to discuss it with her in more detail. She seemed willing to talk so, during the cab ride I told her about my fantasy and she listened pensively. I was afraid she would be angry, but she just listened and smiled. Back in the room she was wild when we made love. She kept insisting on more and more and we made love several times during the night. Once, in the midst of her orgasm she whispered something about other cocks fucking her. We finally fell asleep with my cock still inside of her.
The first thing I knew the following morning was her mouth on my cock picking up where we had left off the night before. At breakfast we talked about it and she kept mentioning how sexy the show had been and asked me several times if I had really wanted her to go up on the stage and suck that guy. I assured her that it was a very strong fantasy for me to see her with another man. She just smiled and looked me in that cute little foxy way she has.
After breakfast we took a private tour of the city and our driver mentioned that a beach we were passing was a nude beach. We laughed about it, but he said it was a nice place and that it was perfectly safe to go there. Sometimes lovers went there but mostly it was people just wanting to be nude in the sunshine. Anyway, during the week it would be empty according to him. I suggested that we might go there and Kristy jumped at the idea. We had our driver stop while we purchased some large beach towels, oil and drinks and he dropped us off at the beach saying that we could call him from a nearby bar and he’d pick us up. He winked at us and said, “Have fun!”
As we walked down the beach toward the nude part I was feeling the excitement of the previous evening carried over, and I think Kristy was, too.