My wife sat up and I knelt behind her, topping her up with sun lotion. Running my hands all over her back, neck and shoulders, I started to become aroused again. Gemma was right. This was the closest I was ever likely to get to my fantasies. So why did I react the complete opposite when Willie showed up?
Because fantasy has no boundaries. I reminded myself. We also control the situation and the people in our fantasies.
As I rubbed deeper, my actions gradually turned into a neck and shoulder massage. Gemma moaned softly, telling me how nice it felt. I then slipped my hands over the front of her shoulders and down her body. Smoothing over her tits, I found her nipples were hard. She gasped when I touched and rolled them gently.
Then, something changed inside me, and my cock hardened. “Lay down so I can do your legs and front.”
My wife grinned and returned to the corpse pose. As I gently rubbed sun lotion into her legs, she grinned and opened them a little wider, flashing me her sweet, shaven cunt. I smirked, sliding my hands up the insides of her thighs before pulling back.
“Uhh,” you tease,” she smiled.
“I’m thinking we should have let Willie stay and do this for you.” I winked.
“You’ve changed your tune,” she smiled again.
“Only because I know you fancied the look of that medieval fighting tool between his legs.” We both laughed.
“That thing is way too big,” Gemma giggled, but her eyes revealed curiosity.
“Perhaps,” I surmised. “But I think you could handle it just fine in your hands and mouth.”
“Stop being a pervert!”
“Open your hands, Gem.”
“What for?”
“I want you to rub sun lotion into your tits while I do your legs.”
My wife grinned and opened her hands out together. I squirted enough for each of her globes before shifting right down her body to start at her feet.
As soon as I put my hands on my wife, I noticed out the corner of my eye, somebody in amongst the sand dune willows to our right. I paused, or rather froze. It wasn’t Willie. It was somebody else. I couldn’t tell if he was a naturist or a textile, but he appeared topless.
“Are you ok?” my wife asked, preparing her hands to apply the sun lotion to her body.
My cock throbbed. “Yes, everything is fine.” I then resumed rubbing and massaging her feet, knowing we had a voyeur standing and watching only a few metres away.
My wife dabbed the thick, white sun lotion onto her belly and tits, while my hands moved up to her shins and under to her calves. My heart started racing as I discreetly watched our voyeur thinking he was discreetly watching us.
My wife then closed her eyes with a soft sigh and gently rubbed her hands over her belly. Once the sun lotion was absorbed into the skin, she began to stroke her belly. I could see she was arousing herself. I continued on to the tops of her thighs.
The voyeur moved slightly out of the thick willow, for a better look, I assumed. I could see he was also an older man. He had a bald head and he looked fat, but I couldn’t see much to confirm my judgement without giving away my knowledge of his presence.