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My name is Wendy. I am single, and my dating patterns have been somewhat erratic. I have been dating a couple of guys on and off for a couple of years. Sometimes men have trouble with my job related travel being extensive and I don't tend to respond well to possessiveness. I love romance and usually date for a while before having sex. I have never been the type for one night stands, but I have also had some strange experiences lately which have caused me to reexamine some of my own attitudes. There is something about being in a place where no one knows you that has loosened me up on some spontaneous occasions.

I am pretty with blond hair and green eyes and in good shape from running. I have a lean 115 pound build on my 5'7" frame. My athletic 34C-22-24 body tends to emphasize my natural breasts. Most of the time, I play and look the prim and proper conservative executive, so it was quite the pleasure to be able to decompress and be casual after a long business trip.

I am a 33 year old scientist and my job takes me all over the world. I live in the Midwest USA and travel to Europe and Asia perhaps two or three times a year. Japan, Hong Kong and Germany are some of my favorite typical destinations. Travel has another perk, as I have been to Hawaii perhaps 25 times coming back from Asia. The funny thing is by leaving on a Thursday night at 8:30 pm in Tokyo, you land in Honolulu still on Thursday morning, but at 8:00 am. It works out well financially also, since the cost of spending a full day in Hawaii ends up being the same as if I had stayed an extra night in Tokyo at a fancy hotel and come back the next day.

Frequently I am traveling with coworkers, but this time I was alone. I have been to the Big Island of Hawaii and Maui on a few occasions, but most of my experience is on Oahu. The North Shore is most well known for the fantastic waves and surfing, but I also love to play golf and one of my favorite courses is the Turtle Bay resort on Oahu's North Shore. I have stayed at this hotel many times, but there is not much night life and trying to drive in to Waikiki and then drive back is just too exhausting. I now drive directly up to the North Shore when I get off the plane and golf first, maybe lie on the beach for a while and then drive back into Honolulu for dinner and clubs.

I got off the plane, cleared customs and got my rental car by about 9:00 am. I stopped off at a Starbucks and began my one hour drive up to the North Shore. No problem though; the sun was shining, there is snow back home and I was driving with the windows down and my hair blowing in the wind. The drive cuts up through the pineapple fields until I got my first glimpse of the ocean.

I stopped at Sunset Beach and the famous banzai pipeline and watched 25 foot waves roll in while I finished my coffee. I got to Turtle Bay around 10:30 am. I was still in my business suit from Tokyo, having no time to change clothes prior to getting on the plane. I changed clothes in a secluded corner of the hotel parking lot, putting on a simple white golf polo shirt and some beige shorts.

The Turtle Bay golf course is really great in a lot of ways. It is good enough to host some of the senior and women's tour professional tournaments. There is lush tropical scenery and you see the ocean several times. It is relatively inexpensive being off the beaten path and usually not very crowded.

Almost no golf course will have you play alone. They said I would be playing with a twosome which was great as I would be in a golf cart by myself. A round of golf can typically take around 4 to 5 hours, and if you play with jerks it can be a long day. My first impressions were not good ? the two guys I would be paired with looked like they had been drinking for a while. They were a little loud and I was somewhat nervous.

They introduced themselves as Mike and Jimmy. They both looked like football player types, kind of big and muscular. They were both decent looking, but did not appear too diligent about exercise. I would guess they were both around 25. I later learned they were brothers-in-law, their wives being sisters. They were from Dallas and staying at Turtle Bay. Their wives had driven into Waikiki for shopping.

I gradually grew more comfortable. Instead of loud jerks, I concluded they were just extroverts, but in a good way, kind of the life of the party type, telling jokes and having a good time. I am usually more of the quiet type, but can also enjoy more of an outgoing group too. They got more beer as we started and offered me one. Normally it would have been too early for me, but I like beer and I was still on Japan time mentally and I accepted.

There were people waiting to tee of on the first hole, so we were chatting a little. Mike and Jimmy were doing most of the talking and I was laughing at some of the banter, especially when they were telling each other how bad they were going to kick the other's butts, etc.

They were going to play "skins" for a dollar a hole and asked if I wanted to join in. The term skin means that you have to win the hole to earn the pot. The pot accumulates until the next hole if no one wins. I am a decent golfer, but putting a little wager makes me concentrate and play better, so I was all for it. For the par 3 holes, it would be an additional dollar for closest to the pin. So if you happen to be outclassed by the other golfers, your maximum exposure is only about 25 bucks and that is only if you lose every single hole.

I won the first two holes outright and I tied with Mike on the third hole for a push. Not that I played fantastic, but these guys had a lot of trouble keeping the ball out of difficulty. They could both crush the ball with their size, but without much control. Normally the person who wins the hole will be the first to tee off on the next hole, called having the "honors". However, the ladies tees were in front of where the guys were playing, so I would hit last and I had some idea whether they were in trouble or not.

I learned the guys had met their wives at college where they had both been on the football team. They had both been in the business school; Mike was now in heavy equipment sales, while Jimmy was a financial planner. They both had a lot of questions for me about my job in alternative energy.

The fourth hole was our first par 3 and neither Mike nor Jimmy found the green. I should say the whole time had been a lot of fun, lots of "good shots" when they were talking to me, and lots of mutual insults when they were talking to each other. When I came up to hit, there was a lot of good natured ribbing about how they were getting swindled by a "professional". My ball was at the edge of the green and I won the closest to the pin. Mike seemed to be the better golfer of the two, and while I made a 3 on the hole, I ended up with a tie on the hole with Mike who made his second shot really close. I won't give a play by play for each hole, but when I won the next hole I had won everything, they were both laughing and the joking was scaled up a few notches.

Mike shanked it on the 7th hole, the ball going about 20 yards. It is a standing joke if you don't make it past the ladies tees; it's called a "dick-out" meaning that you are supposed to drop your shorts. Usually you tease the person, but it is not something taken seriously.

I said, "Uh-oh, you know what this means."

Mike acted as if he was going to do it. This ended with an off-color joke from Jimmy that was funny, and their mutual curses became quite colorful.

Discussions included how I liked Hawaii and where I was staying. They verified I was single, asking about Japan and Hong Kong since they had never been there; friendly but inquisitive. I had the impression during the whole round that they found me pleasant scenery.

The beer cart came around - this was my third, and who knows how many they had by then. Definitely feeling no pain, but at least they were happy drunks. Jimmy hit his shot into the water, but he was laughing about it and said "More beer!" Mike made a nice shot onto the green, and seemed to feel pretty good about it until my shot was closer than his, causing more cursing and joking threats.

We finished the first 9 holes and I had won 8 of them, Jimmy had won 1 hole, Mike none and I had won both of the closest to the pins. I had shot a 42 for the front 9 holes, which is good for me, and I had probably been about 5 shots better than Mike and more for Jimmy.

The beer tasted great in the hot weather. It was probably around 85 degrees, but the breeze was blowing and I felt fantastic. I won the next two holes and now these guys were really saying it wasn't fair, they were getting killed. They wanted some handicap strokes or some other concession.

I wasn't going for it, laughing that they should not increase their humiliation any more than necessary.

"You guys are getting beat by a girl, and now you want charity. C'mon, just get tough and fight back."

All of it was good natured and I felt like I had fit in well. They bantered back they needed and incentive, they wanted to raise the stakes so they could catch up, etc. I missed the boat on that part, because I said "sure" before I heard the whole idea.

Mike had been doing most of the talking now, and his idea was that for the remaining par 3's, the losers of the closest to the pin would not only lose the pot but would also flash the winner. It looked like Jimmy wanted to die he was so embarrassed, as if he could not believe Mike was saying this stuff out loud.

I said, "You have got to be kidding; you want me to flash you out on the golf course?"

"Yeah, you know, just a girls gone wild, mardi gras deal."

I replied, "And what if I win, you guys are going to drop your shorts. Fair is fair."

Just from the way Jimmy was acting, I knew all that was needed to kill this was to call the bluff.

Boy was I wrong; Mike held out his hand and said, "Deal!"

Jimmy just said, "You two are unbelievable. Wendy, I can't believe you encouraged him."

I was starting to get nervous now and it probably showed. Now let me say this, I have been to nude beaches a lot of times, sometimes when there were virtually no people and other times in big crowds. I go topless in European beaches. I have been to mardi gras, and earned a few beads. I am more flamboyant when no one knows me and I have a feeling of spontaneity and anonymity. And some of that went through my mind and I thought it would be no big deal.

I also thought that fortunately these guys stink at golf and I had a good chance of not paying off on "their incentive" anyway. I was still not even sure if they were really serious.

Mike then says, "OK, here are the rules. If you are closest to the pin, then we both drop our shorts. If one of us wins, you flash your tits."

Jimmy, who had been essentially quiet, jumps in, "You have to show skin, not just see your bra."

The beer cart came up again before the deal is finally agreed to, and we all got another.

When it was our turn to hit, they both look at me, "Do we have a deal?"

I replied, "So you two are not going to cry if I kick your butts some more?"

Everyone laughed and we shook on it.

Mike hits first for the guys. They have about 180 yards over water. I also had to go over the water 165 yards. Mike hits another awful shot, one hop into the water. He had laughed about his bad shots earlier, but now that he had some incentive, he was pissed off.

So he says, "C'mon jimmy, you have to do this for the team."

I said, "Wait a minute, rule clarification. You are rooting for Jimmy now, but if he wins the hole, how are you going to benefit?"

So they look at each other and Jimmy says, "OK, OK, good point, we don't want to see each others dicks, so if one of us wins, we both get to see you flash, but if you win, then we both have to flash."

I laughed and told them, "This was the most elaborate scheme I had ever heard in order to see a girl's breasts; I don't knew whether to be complimented or cry."

Mike chimes in and says, "Only a compliment, we would really love to see those puppies set free."

I just laughed and told Jimmy to hit, they had a deal.

Jimmy gets up and hits a poor shot, but he gets a good bounce near the green. Essentially both guys had choked. I realized any decent shot would win. So I have this stress to avoid "flashing" but also some exhilaration. Like anything in life, I guess you feel more alive when something is riding on the outcome. My shot was not decent though, it was great. A high majestic shot that ended up about 8 feet from the hole.

Mike is laughing, "Oh shit, nice shot!"

Jimmy says, "Un-fucking-believable."

Both of the guys grab their beers as we walk back to the carts so we can drive up to the green.

Mike says, "OK if we do it after the hole?"

I smiled, "Whatever you like."

Mike sees that the cart path is going to snake through a tree lined area and points, "Over there."

They are ahead of me on their carts and it looked like each of them was unfastening their belts while we drove. I thought to myself "Oh my god, we are really going to do this." They stopped in a shaded area, and both get out of the carts, and start walking towards me.

I laughed, "Hold on guys. I believe you. But it is OK; you don't really have to go through with it. We have been having a great time and I don't want to ruin it."

Mike says, "No way, I would have wanted you to go through with it, I can just imagine what you look like, and fair is fair."

Jimmy says, "I agree."

It looked to me almost as if Jimmy would go through it reluctantly but Mike was enjoying the prospect of flashing me.

I didn't respond, but they looked at each other and say, "Ready? Both together, OK?"

I just nodded. Jimmy was lowering his shorts and underwear both at the same time, but his shirt dropped down so that he was still covered. Mike, on the other hand, dropped his shorts to his ankles and pulled his shirt up.

What a weird setting. Here I am on a Hawaii layover from Japan, playing golf on the North Shore with two guys I had just met - standing there with their pants down.

It is difficult to describe size when you don't know whether someone's length is essentially the same when hard or much different ? "some are showers and some are growers." Mike appeared to be average size and Jimmy looked to be big. Mike spun around and showed his ass too, Jimmy rolled his eyes; it looked to be that he was hoping it would be over soon.

Mike says, "Satisfied?"

I clapped my hands and said, "Bravo boys. Nice show, I respect people who pay off bets and you guys will never have a problem getting work at a strip club if you need it."

Jimmy smiled at that, and they got dressed again and we were on our way.

The irony is great. The next two holes I did not play very well and Mike won both holes, his first of the day. Lots of the banter now - they had me on the ropes and the wheels are falling off. I was comfortably ahead on all the finances, not that it was anything significant, and both guys had to strip, so I did not mind at all letting them get some of the male boasting out of the way.

Of course the beer cart comes around again, and we get another round. Both guys are pretty big and could therefore handle a lot, but on the other hand both seemed to be pretty toasted too. I was starting to feel pretty good as we moved on to the 14th hole.

Mike gets up to hit, and he had been starting to get more confident and he hits one about 30 feet. A total duff. He is back to laughing.

I said, "You know, we don't have any formal bet, but there are just some moral obligations relating to not getting it past the ladies tee."

I am really just egging him on, which was probably not such a great idea. Maybe it was influenced by that he had already done it before, but he reaches down and unzips his shorts and pulls his dick out.

He says, "Hey, I am not going to give you the full show again, this is just a 'dick-out'."

I laughed, "Well, I can see you are an honorable man. But I think you should put it away. If you are going to keep losing these bets, you had better get some sunscreen."

Everyone laughed, but it sure looked to me like Mike had gotten a little hard as he struggled to get his dick back in without a little gymnastics.

The 14th hole ended up a draw, but I won the 15th hole pretty easily, so I have to admit that it is a little embarrassing to be winning so much. The 16th hole is the last par 3, so the guys are getting really geared up to win. By this time, the beer had been not only loosening me up which is not necessarily the best way to play competitively. Jimmy is hitting first and this is a short hole. The ladies tees are probably 120 yards and the guys tees are about 150 yards.

Jimmy has a moment of inspiration and says, "Wendy, you should hit this hole from our tees to even things out."

My first reaction is to give them some grief and wanting a break, but Mike chimes in, "Yeah, c'mon Wendy, you have been winning all day. Give us a break. We still have to beat you to win."

I laughed and thought to myself there was not really any difference between the two distances so I agreed. They then backed away and said that I should hit first so they could see what they had to beat. Part of why they call hitting first as "having the honors" is that it removes the pressure.

Mike tries to rattle me, saying, "Don't worry about the water Wendy."

My shot was decent, not great but safe. The ball was on the green maybe 60 feet from the hole. I was glad not to have put it in the water or someplace else, but I had certainly provided an opening.

Jimmy, who was to hit next, saw my ball stop on the green and said, "Unbelievable, she is a machine."

Jimmy's shot was not bad for him, the way he had been hitting all day. He was off the green and outside mine, but it was one of his better shots of the day. Mike was up next, definitely the better golfer of the two, and probably was due for a good shot. He would have been better off hitting before me, because he seemed a little tense. Instead of a high arching shot as planned, he hit a line drive shot. It was straight however, and hit on the green, but had too much steam and went well off the back. I had won again ? it was almost painful.

Mike recovered first as we headed back to the carts, doing the mock bowing, "We are not worthy."

Jimmy also participated and everyone was laughing, so at least it was not going to be awkward. When we got to the green to finish the hole, I told the guys that they didn't have to flash again, I had already seen them and I thought they were good sports.

Jimmy said, "No, we'll pay off because we have another idea. Like before, wait until we finish the hole."

They pulled away first while I was still putting my clubs in the bag. They had stopped up ahead, and they had apparently come up with a plan to surprise me because when I drove up to them they were already standing there waiting with their pants down.

I had to laugh at that, making fun out of an awkward situation. I wondered if I would have the grace under pressure that they did.

I played along, "Hey big boys, have you seen Mike and Jimmy? I don't know if you two giants have seen them?"

They both laughed at that. The only awkward part at all was that Mike was getting hard right while he was standing there, almost as if his dick had a mind of its own, either that the sudden exposure to the air or that a woman was a few feet away looking at it. Jimmy was not hard, but he was certainly bigger than he was last time. I thought this situation must simply be exciting.

"Guys, any girl who had won this bet would be really, really content ? good sports and nice looking too. Bravo!"

We only had the two holes to go, but we had a little wait at the 17th tee. This is the signature hole of the golf course, right next to the ocean. The whole situation was just fantastic, the weather, the scenery, the company had been great. Everyone finished their beers and I think no one was feeling any pain.

Mike said, "Wendy, there are no more par 3's left and we want one more chance. How about this hole too, but instead of the closest to pin, just whoever wins."

I had been kicking their butts all day, so it didn't seem that risky and a part of me was excited anyway. I agreed to their plan. The beer cart came around one last time and they got one more for each of us.

As we were getting ready to play, they had one more little caveat. Because I had been beating them all day, they wanted to be able to play "best ball". That means they both hit off the tee, but pick the best shot and the other picks up and plays from that point too. So I would be up against two people, and the other advantage they had was getting to pickup bad shots.

Mike looks at me and says to Jimmy, "I think she likes the idea."

I realized it was because my nipples had gotten hard and could be seen through my shirt.

I acted indignant even though I was embarrassed, "OK, I might as well just do it now as I am giving you so many breaks."

I hit first and had a so-so shot, not that long, but safe in the fairway. The best ball helped them, and they were about 30 yards ahead of me after one shot. I hit my second shot well, just a little off the green. Jimmy hit first and had a terrible shot. Mike's was much better, and they were about 20 yards short of the green, but in the fairway. They both hit decent third shots, the best being about 8 feet from the hole. My own 3rd shot was also about 8 feet away, just a little farther than theirs.

So we came down to just who could make the putts. I was away and shot first, making a really nice shot a few inches from the hole after just skimming the edge. Jimmy went first for the guys and almost made it, ending up about the same distance as I had. But since they were hitting best ball, Mike got to hit next and had the advantage of playing from the same spot and having seen how the ball curved.

I knew Mike had a good chance of making this and winning the hole, and like clockwork he made the putt. They started giving each other high fives and whooping it up and I knew it was my turn to pay off. I looked back to see how far back the next group was and I guessed we had about 10 minutes.

The end of the 17th hole is right at the beach. Many people sunbathe nude there and I had been to that beach on several occasions, even planning to go there after golf before my drive to Waikiki. I motioned them to follow me. We parked the carts and walked down a short maybe 15 foot path to the beach, the guys close behind.

The beach was completely deserted when we arrived. I un-tucked my golf shirt and while they were staring, I pulled it off completely. I was standing there in my bra and then I reached around back, unsnapped and pulled it off too.

I handed my bra to Jimmy, "Could you please hold this?"

The beer had helped, so instead of just a Mardi gras style brief flash, I stood there topless and let them look. I have great breasts, and I know others think so too.

As I had complimented the guys, Mike says, "Nice tits!"

Jimmy said, "Wow, beautiful."

The guys sat there gawking for a while, and standing there in front of them while they stared made my nipples get hard while they watched.

"OK, I have paid off too, let's finish up the round."

I could see Mike at least had a pretty good tent built up in his shorts. Jimmy handed me back my bra, but I decided to put my shirt on without it and the shirt was thin enough that it was a pretty good show. Beside Mike and Jimmy, there was no one else around anyway and I was feeling a little more daring anyway.

"Way to go Wendy!"

On the tee while we are drinking our last beer, Mike says we should do the same bet. I was OK for that too, but the only change I made was that we would not flash right on the golf course because the rest of the way in would be too visible to the clubhouse and other people from the hotel.

I told them that I was going to be walking down to the same part of the beach near the 17th hole where I had just done my show. I wanted to get some sun anyway, so if I lost that's where they could get paid off. They thought that was fine, but Jimmy worried about whether their wives would be back or not. Mike said they would call them when we finished to see if they had started back yet or not. If they had time they would walk back down the beach or go jogging or something like that. If they were short on time, they would drop me off at that part of the beach with their golf cart, whoever lost would pay off and they would go back.

The best ball really improved their chances of winning the 18th hole as it had on the 17th. Everyone was in good shape on tee shots, and the tough shot was going to be the approach to the green over water. I was first to hit and while I was not on the green, I had made it over the water safely. To make a long story short, each guy hit into the water so there was no help from best ball and unless I really screwed up my next easy shots I had won the hole.

The bottom line is that I had spent 4 hours out in the sun playing golf while there was snow on the ground at home. The guys had been typical guys, but they were likeable and I had a good time and had made about 30 bucks. With all the beer, I was working on a pretty good buzz. I had flashed my breasts, but by that time I had not really minded. And I got to see two guys flash me, twice. All in all, not a bad day.

We all drove back to the clubhouse where the guys dropped off their golf clubs and I dropped off my cart. I told Jimmy that I was going to walk over to my car in the hotel parking got a get a few things for the beach. I collected up my sunglasses and some other things I would need from my car.

They called in and found out their wives were still in Waikiki but starting their drive back. That meant they would probably be back in an hour or more depending on traffic. The guys decided they would not go get cleaned up first, so while Mike finished up talking with his wife, the guys pulled up in the cart. I was fishing out my beach towel, swim suit and sunscreen from my trunk I changed from my golf shoes to sandals and carried a small duffel bag filled with my things.

The first flaw in the plan became apparent, where to sit. I did notice that while Mike had been driving all day, now Jimmy was driving.

Mike said, "Hop on."

Mike was the kind of guy you either love or hate, but I thought he was more funny than obnoxious. His idea was I should sit on his lap. I think under normal circumstances I would have had some abusive comment about that, but it was not normal circumstances. I was away from home with people I did not know and would never see again. We had been drinking all day, and we had flashed each other. I hopped on his lap.

It is not all paved cart path to get to the beach and there was quite a bit of bouncing around. Mike had his arm around my waist and I had my arm around his shoulders. He had placed his other hand on my leg just above the knee ? which was not really that awkward based on the way we were sitting. We pulled off the path and left the cart while we walked to the beach.

I laid out my beach blanket and realized the next flaw in the plan. I had intended to put on my swim suit, but I had not intended to change in front of them. I sat down in my shirt and shorts facing out toward the ocean. The guys laid there out both on one side of me as we sat and watched the waves, with Mike closest and Jimmy was on the outside.

We needed to wait a little as there were some people walking up the beach toward us. I have been to this beach when I was the only one and other times where there were maybe 10 other people. Besides the people approaching, it appeared like we were alone.

We sat there talking and looking at the waves while we waited for the people to pass. The first beach walkers were a couple who looked to be in their '40s. They both had some pretty massive backpacks and hiking boots and looked like they were camping. They gave us a little wave and were on their way.

The guy behind them was the only other person on the beach. From a distance, I could see he was black and wearing a colorful yellow long swimsuit. He was walking faster and we did not have long to wait. He was carrying a little duffle bag not unlike what I had carried. I guess he was in his early-20's, younger than Mike and Jimmy, but in far better shape and really nice looking. He was barefoot and without a shirt ? his physique was striking, muscular without being bulky.

He said hello and a casual, "How you doing?"

Mike answered for us, "Great! What a beautiful day."

He walked up to us and asked if we knew how far the beach went. Mike and Jimmy had never even been this far before during their visit, so it was left to me. I described what I knew - I had walked another mile and had not come to an end and that it was a beautiful walk.

He sort of sheepishly asked if I knew if any part of it was for nude sunbathing. I told him that even where we were now sitting is commonly a nude beach and to my recollection, there were so few people on the rest of the beach that you could pretty much do what you want. He thanked me and was on his way.

After our visitor had reached the ridge and was out of sight, Mike looks over at Jimmy and says, "Let's get it over with."

He asked me if I was ready to collect my winnings for the third time. I told them again that no self respecting woman who made a fair bet would not want to collect, but they had been good sports and since I had already won twice that I would feel paid in full if they were uncomfortable.

I think Jimmy by himself might have never gotten into such a situation, but would go along with whatever scheme Mike had come up with. Mike gave me the impression he liked the thought of stripping down in front of a woman. He stood about 5 feet away and quickly slipped out of his shorts. Since he had taken his shirt off earlier, Mike was now totally nude. The bet had been originally for the loser to flash, but Mike was comfortable standing there.

I said, "You are certainly a man of your word. I hereby declare your bet is paid in full. Thank you."

Jimmy still looked uncomfortable, but he followed Mike's example and stripped down quickly too.

I said, "You guys are the best, I never had a better golf game."

I told them, not exactly truthfully, that I had never played that well before and that I was feeling pretty lucky.

Mike said he was going to rinse off in the ocean, and I actually had been thinking about that myself. However, I thought that I would wait until they left but now it looked like they were going to stick around awhile. I should repeat that I have been to nude beaches many times, from Florida and California, to Hawaii and various places in Europe. This included the kind of beaches where there were lots of people and conversely almost deserted.

I have had many occasions where men would come up to me; sometimes they would be polite and other times rude and on the make. But I have never had any problems handling myself.

I had gauged from being with Mike and Jimmy all day that they were not a threat, so I said in a joking way, "If I join you swimming, are you guys going to behave?"

I did not really expect a reply, but to my surprise Jimmy was the one to answer that I was in safe hands. I peeled off my shirt and both guys seemed to be enjoying seeing my bare breasts again. I then stood up much like they had and unsnapped and then dropped my shorts. I was wearing a thong which I pulled off and kicked onto my blanket. That sounds much more casual than I really felt, because even though I have been to many nude beaches, I have always been nervous each time I first get nude.

I started to walk down to the water but I did notice out of the corner of my eye that Mike seemed to have some difficulty in turning his body away nonchalantly because he had gotten an erection. I thought to myself "uh-oh" and that I should be careful.

As I waded out to the ocean, both guys were right behind me. I think Mike wanted to get under the water as quickly as he could. It felt great to feel the ocean on my body. I did not have soap of course, but it did feel super to wash off after golfing. The waves were not too much here at the beach due to some breakers about 50 yards out, but the water level did rise and fall. I was out far enough so the water was near my shoulders and I flexed my knees enough to sort of compensate for the swells.

When I would stand up a little, my breasts would become exposed and the cool water quickly made my nipples hard. I had plunged my head underwater so that my hair was completely wet and hanging from the back of my head.

I said, "This feels fantastic, what a great day to be alive. It has been really nice to meet you two."

We continued our conversation. I was out a little farther than the guys and we were all facing each other in a little triangle. When they would stand up a little and the swell was low, I could see that the water had done a good job on calming things down ? the so-called "shrinkage factor". We were talking about various subjects and when I teased Mike about losing to a girl he splashed me and I retaliated with a good splash to his face. We were laughing like crazy in a little bit of a water war.

While I was getting splashed by Jimmy, Mike had circled around to my side and he splashed me, a wave came and knocked me over.

It was funny, and as I reemerged I said, "You rat, no fair."

He had circled around even more by then though and the next thing I knew he had reached around my waist with both arms and lifted me high out of the water. My back was pressed hard against his chest, and then he dropped me back in.

"OK, OK, you win. I think you have me by 100 pounds, so I think I will stay to kicking your butt at golf."

He laughed and got behind me again. He did not lift me up but had a tight grip. His forearm was just under my breasts and the other was just a little lower, and in this position my butt was directly pressed against his front.

We were both laughing, and Mike said, "You cannot be trusted to be released."

"OK. I am ready to get out now. Jimmy, come over and give me a group hug so Mike will let me go."

Mike laughed and said, "This girl is pretty clever."

I let go of Mike's arms and held out my arms to Jimmy. He waded over quickly and Mike lowered his arms down to the sides of my hips while Jimmy pressed up against me. I wrapped my arms around Jimmy's back and rested my head on his chest. I felt Mike's dick get hard while it was pressed against my ass. The guys held the hug for a pretty good time.

I said, "This actually feels great, but I think it is time to let go."

The guys completely ignored that and hugged harder. I actually thought that was funny and I was laughing pretty hard. Mike obviously knew I could feel he had gotten hard in this position. I did not overreact or have a fit, so whatever he was thinking led him to reach up and squeeze my breasts before letting go completely.

I said, "Hey, you agreed to behave."

But I was not really mad and it probably came out as half-hearted. Nevertheless, I did start to head back to the beach with the guys right with me.

I laid down first on my blanket face up. I think they were uncertain what to do next. My blanket by itself was big enough for two, but could not fit three.

Jimmy said, "Do you have room for us?"

I did have a smaller towel that I had rolled up for a head rest.

"Yeah sure, I think we can all fit on."

I handed the towel to Jimmy who spread it out next to my blanket and then used the shirts and other clothes to fill in some of the gaps. I slid over a little, and the guys were on each side of me. Both guys were lying on their stomachs, sort of resting up on their elbows. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun's rays warming my skin. The guys were also quiet and I enjoyed the silence.

Mike resumed some casual conversation about how nice the location was and he also said, "Sorry about copping a feel back there, I was just playing around and I hope you are not mad."

I told him that I knew we were playing around, and that I had even started some of it my self, and that it was OK, but I thought it was nice of him to say that.

Mike again pulls one of these buffoon style brain cramps that somehow is endearing when he says, "Well, since you are not mad I am glad I did it, you have great boobs. You know; now Jimmy is jealous, his wife has no boobs at all."

Jimmy responds, "I think you are you out of your mind talking like that. Wendy is not interested to hear your nonsense, and Cindy's boobs are fake!"

We are all laughing and Mike says, "He is right Wendy. My wife got implants a couple of years ago and Jimmy's wife is thinking about it."

I replied, "I do not know what it is about men and boobs, you guys are all alike."

Jimmy says, "You are unbelievable. Wendy, I apologize for both of us."

I said, "It is OK, I don't mind Mikes 'directness'. I have gotten used to him during the day."

Mike responds with, "I am sitting right here you two. Stop talking about me like I am not here."

Everyone laughed and obviously everything was fine. I asked Jimmy how he thought about his wife getting implants and that if she wanted them, he should try to be supportive as I was sure she had her own reservations. He said that he was fine with it, but he was a little nervous what he had heard. Mike said his wife had gone from a B to a C cup, and that he loved them. Jimmy said that his wife is more like an A, and that she wanted to be a C cup also. I told both of them if I was born an A that I would have probably wanted implants too, but if I had been a B that I would not have, that they feel better natural.

Mike asked how I knew that and I said that I have felt the difference between real and fake boobs, that I have been at strip clubs before and that how else I knew was none of their business which made everyone laugh.

Mike then says, "I would trust her opinion, Wendy's are definitely real."

During all this discussion of my breasts, my nipples had hardened and I am sure both guys had noticed. It was clear Mike was just trying to remind Jimmy that he had felt my tits, and was just rubbing Jimmy's nose in it, so to speak.

Jimmy said, "Mike may be a total asshole, but he is right that you have great boobs."

I sat up on the blanket with my knees up to my chest. Jimmy had been lying on his stomach while we were talking about breasts, but Mike had lain on his side. Anyway, it was obvious he had developed a hard-on. I was wrong before, he was bigger than average, maybe about 7 inches and pretty thick. Not the biggest I have ever seen, but not the smallest either and nothing to complain about.

I got up and walked out to have another swim. It was hot and for that reason alone the ocean felt great. It was also useful to have a break and collect my thoughts. I had a lot of fun all day with the guys, but I was not looking for sex with married guys. It is just not my way to screw up someone's marriage; I have a lot of respect for the difficulties a couple has in trying to stay together. It felt good to have their attention all day ? very flattering. We were all mutually at fault but I could have stopped things prior to that too. I decided to blame the beer ? the coward's way out.

I walked back toward the guys and asked, "You guys are not going to swim?"

Mike boldly says, "Jimmy is embarrassed to turn over."

That drew a dirty look from Jimmy as he rested on his elbows. I just chuckled but I really did not know how to respond. Mike still laid on his back. His dick was not the raging hard-on he had earlier, but he was still clearly aroused.

It was a little awkward while I laid back down on the blanket, this time on my stomach, so I just said, "Don't worry about it, I won't look and I am sorry to have caused the problem. The day I no longer have that effect is when I will worry."

Jimmy said, "You are really cool."

I sensed when Jimmy flipped over to lie on his back; I could not tell if he had relaxed yet or not. Mike had rolled over on his side so that he was facing me. I was still lying on my stomach and while I was facing in Mike's direction, my head was resting on my arms and I could not really see anything.

Jimmy was not as forward as Mike, but he did get the inspiration to ask whether I wanted sunscreen. It was still hot and the sun was high. I did not want to get burned so I thanked him and agreed.

Jimmy never rubbed hard like a massage, just a very light touch as he covered my back. Mike and I had been talking while Jimmy had been doing my back. He said this had been the worst golf he had played in a long time, but it was the most enjoyable golf he had played in a long time. I got the compliment.

As Jimmy swirled his hand in circles he had moved lower on my back to the point he was touching the top of my butt. He was hesitant, I think checking for some reaction, but gradually continued his swirling motions so he was now rubbing sunscreen all over my butt. My head was laid flat on the blanket facing Mike as I was talking to him.

Finally I turned my head to face Jimmy.

"How are you doing?" I said.

Jimmy replied, as he was rubbing my butt, "I am having a good day."

I had my glasses on so he could not tell exactly what I was looking at because they were dark enough, but he had been on his side during all of this and I could see that he was also hard. What surprised me now was the observation that while Jimmy had been somewhat larger than Mike before, he was also a grower and his dick looked to be really big.

"I am going to flip over."

When I turned over, I did not lie down again but sat up facing the ocean with my knees up and my arms folded over my legs, thinking to calm things down again. I got a little better look at Jimmy's dick now and he must have been 9 inches long, and very hard. I sat looking at the ocean. Jimmy had remained lying on his side and I felt him start to touch the lower part of my back again.

Mike sat up so that our heads were about even but he had his legs laying flat out, again seemingly happy to be showing the state of his hard dick. Jimmy was caressing my back. I was trying to think of what to do next when Mike stood up and walked a couple of yards in front of us and to the side. He raised his arms straight up and stretched himself out as if he were exercising. He turned his body to survey the coastline, first left and then right, the effect being when he was facing right his hard dick was standing straight out from his body.

No one had really said anything for a while and Mike brushed a few grains of sand off his chest and stomach. He also brushed off his cock, as if to nonchalantly make sure I noticed how hard he was.

I watched a large beautiful bird landing in the trees. When I turned back, Mike had continued his stretching, but was now a little closer.

I faced out at the ocean. Mike turned his body again so he was facing me, still in front and to the side of the blanket a few feet away. He was enjoying showing off in front of me and it was obvious he was hoping for some signal on my part.

I wanted to try and keep some control. I still had on my dark Ray-bans, so you could never really tell what I was looking at, but my head was still turned in Mike's direction. I think Mike was plotting his next move too because he did his stretch again but at the end he was pointing his dick essentially at my face, still a few feet away, but he was still keeping up the pretense that he was also just happening to be looking down the beach in that direction.

I turned to look down at the beach again and Jimmy was lying on his back with his eyes closed. When I turned back, Mike had moved a little closer. I lifted my head to look up at him and I lowered my glasses to let him see my eyes. He just gave me a big smile. I looked over at Jimmy again. He was now watching us and his dick was beginning to stand up too.

Mike had moved a little closer again. I turned my head a little farther and was essentially looking directly at his cock which was only a couple feet away from me. While I was looking at it, Mike moved a few inches closer. I had previously turned away to look at something else but this time I was looking right at him as Mike moved in again. This time his dick was less than a foot away. Only an idiot would be unable to figure out what he wanted.

I had reached my limit. I tilted my head to look up at him. Mike recognized an opening and moved still closer. I placed my lips on the head of his cock and then licked it. I opened my mouth and he thrust forward. I took his dick into my mouth now and started to suck slowly. Mike put his hand on the top of my head, but he did not pull my head toward him.

I had taken quite a bit of Mike's hard cock by now. He was big enough that I could not ever hope to take all of it, but maybe I had 5 or 6 inches.

He said, "Yeah Wendy, suck my cock."

Jimmy had obviously seen what was going on and started to squeeze and suck on my tits. I began to lick the end of Mike's cock and then started to lick down the shaft to suck on his balls. I had not used my hands at all as I was still balancing with them, but now I moved so that I was kneeling in front of him while I started to suck on him again. I was bobbing my head up and down.

"Yeah baby, you like my cock don't you? You have wanted it all day, haven't you?"

I looked up at him for a second, then took half of his cock in my mouth again and sucked hard. Then I pulled off, licked the end of his dick for a second and said, "Yes, all day."

Jimmy was now behind me and had reached between my legs to rub my pussy. I was totally horny by then and my pussy was dripping wet. Jimmy stood up and came around and I took his giant cock in my hand - I could see he was a non-exaggerated 10 inches.

I took Mike out of my mouth. He had tasted great. I feel the same way about men's cocks as they seem to feel about women's tits. I am not sure what it is about the simultaneous hardness and softness of the skin and the heat that makes me crazy. I stroked Mike now while I dove on Jimmy's massive cock. I had been gentle with Mike's cock, but I started sucking Jimmy with abandon. I thought he actually might cum right away, I could taste pre-cum on his cock the second I started sucking.

Mike said, "Hold on for a second Wendy, lift up."

I thought he was ready to fuck me. I thought he was going to get under me so I could sit on his cock but instead he put his head underneath so he could eat me out. I will say this for him ? Mike knows how to eat pussy. He was so good at it that I had trouble sucking Jimmy while I came closer to orgasm. He was sucking on my clit and I was groaning while I still was stroking and licking Jimmy's cock.

Mike lifted me up and then repositioned himself. I felt the head of his cock rubbing around my pussy. I lowered my pussy so he could enter me and it felt absolutely wonderful. He went in deeper and deeper, but he did it really slowly. I felt him reach all the way in and he held his cock still for a minute. I clenched my pussy muscles in a throbbing manner to hold him in. Then Mike started to fuck me hard; I could feel his balls slamming into my pussy and I came really hard.

They wanted to change positions. Jimmy walked around with that giant dick of his standing straight up. He went around behind me and started to put the head of his cock in my pussy while I faced away from him and Mike put his cock near my face.

I needed to concentrate on Jimmy's monster cock first though as he slowly slid inside me. Mike had been about 7 inches and I felt filled with him, so when I got Jimmy's cock inside me about the same length and felt full again, I knew I had more cock coming. I felt ready to explode when he went in all the way and I was grinding my pussy against his balls. Now I was ready to suck Mike again, and I could taste his precum and also my pussy all over him.

Jimmy was slamming into me now. They were both rock hard, and I could feel Mike getting close. Sure enough, he announced he was cumming. When he pulled out, Mike started stroking himself and shot a big load of cum right onto my mouth. He shot a second stream on my tits, and then I took his cock in my mouth and started to suck him. I could taste his salty cum and I could feel a little more come off into my mouth as he quickly got soft.

Jimmy's cock was massive, and he teased me a little as he rubbed around my clit and entrance to my pussy.

"Fuck me Jimmy."

He started fucking me hard now too, while Mike groped my tits, rubbing his cum all over them while he did it. Jimmy was close too, but he held out for longer than I thought, fucking me fast and hard, sometimes pausing to move more slowly. I could feel him start to throb, and I clenched my pussy around his cock and he groaned.

He pulled out and he shot out a long stream of cum all over my back and ass. He came more and more, it looked like he had been saving it up for a year.

I sat up now and started to suck the last of his cum out of his now softening cock. I heard Mike behind me say, "That is so sexy."

Mike brought his cock over too and I alternated sucking and licking them. I had both guys' cocks in my hand, and now that they were both exhausted, I stood up and we all went for a swim. Mike said they had to get back now before their wives returned and they both gave me a kiss and were on their way. Something about my jet lag, having played golf all day in the sun, and our impromptu sex session had made me completely tired all of the sudden and I lay back down on the blanket and took a little nap. I had a dream of Turtle Bay, but the reality of what had actually happened was better than anything I could have imagined.

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