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A warm night in the Florida Keys

We had arrived that morning & made use of the kayaks that were kept down on the beach. The waters on the gulf side of the keys were shallow, but well protected & quite clear. We had gained some knowledge of the local waters & we planned to take a larger boat out the following day. But now, it was evening. It was time to grab a bite to eat & see what the local talent looked like. The funny thing was, the only locals we saw were the people working in the restaurants. Everyone eating there was a tourist. There was precious little local flavor to savor.

We were eating in a local clam shack that promised a band would be starting in an hour or so. The food was OK. The house wine was an early vintage of last week, at best. We ended up switching to bottled beer. As the band’s starting time drew near, the locals finally began to file in. It was a motley crew of darkly tanned & flabby drunks. They looked like they had been to a few too many Jimmy Buffet shows each week for the last several years. The bellicose slurring was not sexy. The band wasn’t much better. We settled up the check & headed back to the bungalow.

A pair of couples had settled in, down on the moonlit beach. They were quietly enjoying the full moon & the gentle wave action on the shore. One couple had a fairly elaborate picnic spread out on the beach. The other couple was about 50 yards away & seemed pretty wrapped up in themselves.

We wandered down towards the picnicking couple & struck up a conversation. To our surprise, they were in from Hamburg. He was wearing a silk shirt with little more than a banana hammock down below & she seemed to be wearing only a loose fitting dress shirt, which I assumed to be his. I figured that they were probably a fairly liberated pair, based on their scant attire.

My wife had lived in Cologne for a few years before we met, so her German was pretty good. The conversation progressed quickly. He was a businessman. She was his secretary/girlfriend. They had just closed on a big deal & they were in the keys for a few days to cut loose & celebrate. They poured us glasses of gewürztraminer as we chatted. The wine lubricated the conversation & allowed the content to become more bold. We discussed differences in social norms between Germany & the US. We touched on everything from politics to mass transportation to FKK clubs. That last item was the real ice breaker. That was the green light for what would transpire later. Shortly after that subject came up, Birgit asked my wife if she would like to go for a quick dip. My wife responded that she had not brought a swimsuit down to the beach. Then looking back at Birgit, she said, but I see that neither did you. Seconds later my wife’s sarong was off & the two naked women were running the short distance to the water. Deter & I had a quick conversation that I was sort of expecting at that point. We both conformed that we were comfortable with a little intermingling of couples that evening & we discussed our mutual limits. They were fairly similar, which made things easy.

When the girls returned, they were both smiling & giggling a little. Birgit said something I didn’t understand in a southern dialect of German. Deter nodded yes, then Birgit’s eyes opened wider as a smile grew on her face. The next thing I know, she was hugging me & my wife was hugging him. Apparently the girls had a little chat while they were swimming & they also had things all worked out between them.

It wasn’t long before all the clothes were off & the 4 of us were rolling around on the big blanket on the beach. The picnic supplies had been hastily stuffed back into their basket. Birgit was a classic German beauty, with blond hair, blue eyes, strong features, and an athletic build that was firm in all the right places. Her nipples were quite firmly erect at this point. I wasn’t sure if that was caused by the cool water she had just been swimming in or lust, but I didn’t care. Those beautiful little points were just calling out my name & I did not hesitate to give them the attention they deserved. She responded quickly, to even a gentle touch. Flickering of my tongue on her nipples made her shudder with delight. As I worked my hands up & down her sides, then grabbed her ass, she wriggled & shuddered a little more. When my hand got down to where I really wanted it to be, I found that she was already quite wet.

At this point, it finally dawned on me to take a look over to see how my wife was doing. She already had him inside her throat & was carefully working him in & out, but more in that out. She was kneeling in front of him. His head was tipped back & he was looking at the stars. His body was firm. It was apparent that he hit the gym more than just once in a while. It was also apparent that the world around him had ceased to exist in his mind & the only thing he knew right now was that his body was experiencing intense pleasure.

I gave my wife a little smack on the ass, which startled her & broke her cadence. At first she was startled, but then she saw the two of us smiling at her & she went back to work on Deter with renewed vigor. She was obviously determined to make him shoot off like a rocket ship.

I laid Birgit on her back, with her head under my wife’s spread legs, as I went down on her. She caught on quickly. Her tongue soon had my wire wriggling around, struggling to maintain concentration on the task that she had chosen to focus on. She was in a most blissful dilemma. I did my best to force Birgit into the same situation. It didn’t take long. The two girls both found themselves struggling with the wonderful issue of trying to figure out how much to concentrate on what they were giving & how much to focus on what they were getting. It was a most marvelous dilemma.

Eventually, the stalemate broke & the two woman disengaged briefly, trying to catch their breath. Deter & I didn’t waste any time. Almost like a choreographed move, we each grabbed the other’s woman, flipped her over on her back & sunk into her. Both women were so wet & worked up that sliding right in was not an issue at all. They were both hungry to be fucked at this point.

I entered with a strong initial thrust, followed by a short pause at the bottom of my stroke. Her back was arched, her head was back, her mouth was open & her breathing stopped momentarily. I then released the pressure & started up a slow rhythmic pumping motion that varied in both cadence & pressure. I just about sung her a song with the variations in my rhythm. She responded well. When I would feel her getting close, I would gently speed up until she was almost on the edge, then I would stop briefly (which frustrated her to no end) then start up slowly again & work her back up to where she had already been. On about the 5th go-round of this, I flipped her over on her stomach & plowed back into her immediately. As soon as I hot bottom, I slid my body up so that the end of my pole would be pivoted back & push against her G-spot. When I felt her stiffen, I knew that I had hit the right spot. I maintained pressure there & wiggled violently, which sent her right over the edge. She let out a guttural squeal, as her juices shot out & soaked my loins. She had obviously just cum in a massive way. As Birgit & I collapsed in post-coital bliss, we heard 4 people clapping. I immediately knew who two of the people were, but I had forgotten about the other couple that had been a little ways down the beach. They had come over to get a close up view of the show & from the looks of their rumpled clothes, they had gotten a little frisky themselves.

Again, the gewürztraminer was poured, but this time for 6 people, rather than 4. As we lay naked on the beach chatting, we made plans for the 6 of us to take out the larger boat the following morning together as one big happy family. The other couple had liked the show that we put on for them & they wanted in on the party. The next day’s escapades are a story for another time. They will be a good read.