A gay sex stories: Another Day in Paradise
Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of gay male sexual content.
This story begins with a previous submission, “Caught!”
I woke up the next morning, having slept like a baby. Although the sex the night before didn’t quite fulfill my fantasies, I was very satisfied with the turn of events. My wife did everything she could to make me happy and, for the most part, she did a great job. I really couldn’t complain but I still wanted to get my hands and mouth on a hard cock.
My wife was in the kitchen making coffee.
“Hi, hon. Did you sleep well?” she said with her usual early morning cheeriness.
Now most of the time, I find her upbeat outlook a little too much first thing in the morning but there in front of me was the woman who worked very hard at making me happy the night before. If I wanted to continue in the right direction I had to be equally as cheery.
“You were absolutely outstanding last night. If I didn’t thank you then, I need to thank you now. Thanks!” I put my arms around her and gave her a big hug and a deep kiss, something I haven’t done in years unless it was in the bedroom.
“It was my pleasure!”
We had our coffee together with what seemed to be a new beginning in our lives, or at least our sex lives.
The sex continued to be absolutely fabulous. Our pillow talk always included some of my fantasy about having sex with a guy. She was really good about that because she knew it heightened my excitement and the more excited I was, the better the sex was going to be for her. It was all good but I still had “the penis of Damocles” hanging over my head. I still wanted some dick.
A month had gone by and it was time to plan our winter vacation. We usually rented the same villa in St. Martin for a week or so every year where we could relax and read and fuck and just chill out. I liked to cook so renting a house allowed us to eat in a lot. Nothing like a dinner on the deck by candlelight with the Caribbean waves making beautiful music. Otherwise, we’d drive into Grand Case for gourmet dinners as good as anywhere on the planet. Right down the road from Grande Case is Orient Beach, one of the best nude beaches anywhere. We’d been to the nude beach once or twice but only as voyeurs. I thought that our next vacation should be a little bit different. I reserved a bungalow at Club Orient but I didn’t tell my wife.
Another month passed and we found ourselves in the cab taking us to the airport for what I knew was going to be a spectacular vacation. My wife was all charged up about getting away from the harsh New England winter. She couldn’t wait until we got off the plane at Princess Juliana Airport in St. Martin. I knew how she felt.
We landed in St. Martin without a problem. I napped for most of the flight so it didn’t seem that long. As soon as I put my foot down on the tarmac getting off the plane and felt the 84o temperature, every bit of anxiety left my body. I looked at the big shit-eating grin on my wife’s face and knew that her head was in the same place mine was. We got our luggage and headed for the rental car office. I always hated this part of a vacation. I was wasting away valuable chill time doing mundane things like picking up the rental car. I wanted to be at our destination. We finally got the car and we were on our way.
“This isn’t the way to the house,” my wife said with a little bit of annoyance in her voice.
“I know, I know. I have a surprise,” I replied.
“A surprise, coming from you?”
I really wasn’t one for spontaneity or surprises, particularly since I didn’t like surprises myself.
Minutes later we were at the road that led into Orient Beach and Club Orient.
“What are we doing here?”
“Every year we rent the same house. I thought this year we could do something different. I rented a bungalow at Club Orient. Come on. Go with the flow. We’re going to have an awesome time.”
“But I’ve never been naked in front of anybody but you and my doctor. I don’t know if I’m happy about this. I’m completely shaved, and, my body–”
“Neither have I. So what? We don’t know anybody here and even if we did, they would be naked, too. So what’s the big deal? Let’s make the best of it. C’mon, we’ll have a great time.”
“Ok,ok. We’ll go for the max!”
I liked her attitude. We checked in and we were brought to our bungalow. It was a freestanding cottage with a deck on the beach side with over-sized chairs and umbrellas. Inside, there was a kitchenette and sitting area and a bedroom with a king-sized bed. The bathroom had a large Jacuzzi and a shower big enough for 4-6 people. All in all, the accommodations were perfect.
“It’s now or never!! Let’s check out the beach.” It was 85o and sunny. I stripped off my tee shirt and my shorts. I pulled off my g-string underwear and wrapped a towel around my waist. My wife took her top off and her shorts and was standing in front of me in a flimsy bra and pair of barely-there tiny panties. With a look of trepidation on her face, she took off her bra exposing her very impressive 34C breasts with 2″ areoles and ½” nipples that were quite turgid. She pulled her panties down and kicked them across the floor.
“Are you happy now?” she asked with a tone that implied I was forcing her to do something she didn’t want to do. I threw her a towel, which she wrapped, around her chest so her breasts were covered.
“No, no, no. We’re here to uncover, not to cover up.”
“I’ll take it off when we get to the beach, OK?”
I grabbed her hand and we walked out onto the sand. We were only a few yards from the beach. We could see a bunch of people milling around near the beach bar and hundreds of people walking up and down the beach, or lying on blankets or lounges. There were two things in common with everybody we saw. They were naked and they were wearing sunglasses. After all, sunglasses are standard equipment on a nude beach. How else are you going to be able to check everybody out without staring?
As we stepped onto the beach, I took my towel off and threw it over my shoulder. There I was in all my glory. I had forgotten about the fact that I kept only a little landing strip above my dick. I looked around quickly and was immediately put at ease. Out there on the beach were guys that were completely shaved, guys with landing strips, and guys with full bushes. There were guys with no body hair and some guys that looked like bears. In other words, there was something of everything. Old and young, big thick dicks, long thin dicks, short dicks, cut and uncut, young and old. There were too many different ones and I was ready to look at every one of them. My wife was completely shaved. She certainly wasn’t conspicuous. Almost every woman we saw, no matter what the age, was either fully shaved or had some kind of small landing strip.
Don’t get me wrong. I love pussy, too. I especially love to eat out a good pussy The same thing could be said about pussies. Who knew that there were that many variations of vaginas? Bald as could be, landing strips in more shapes and sizes than imaginable. There were cunts with no lips showing, just cameltoes. There were cunts with big labia, both inner and outer, hanging out. There were women whose clits were enormous, looking like small penises. The number of piercings I saw shocked me. Nipple rings and barbells, vertical hood piercings, rings through the clitoral hood, multiple labia ornaments. Tattoos were in abundance as well. I wish my wife would get a piercing or two. Maybe a one nipple and a vertical clit hood.