Gemma relaxed her thighs, opening them wider still, as she ran her fingertips over her rib cage. Listening to her quiet, erotic sighs, my cock twitched in the open air as my wife traced her fingers around the curve of her tits and then in between them.
The thick globs of sun lotion rested on her soft, naked tits, waiting patiently to be massaged into her body. The voyeur stepped out of the willow a little, and I pressed firmly on the insides of my wife’s thighs.
The sensations and tension were building up. I had no idea what I was going to do when the voyeur likely revealed himself to us. Would I stop? Would Gemma? What would he do?
Lightly touching her body, my wife put her hands over the sun lotion and began to rub it in, as if she were kneading two mounds of soft dough. The voyeur and I watched my wife fondling her big tits for a few moments, before he stepped away from the willow completely.
My head instinctively turned to look at him. He was naked, fat, bald and about sixty. I didn’t feel we were under threat, so I continued massaging my wife’s thighs without alerting her to our second naturist.
With his cock in his hand, the voyeur threw me a friendly wave, a smile and a nod. I found myself nodding back as I shuffled up the towel between my wife’s legs.
“How hot would it be if Willie was doing this to you right now? I bet his huge cock would be rock hard touching you like this.” I breathed quietly.
“Mmmmm,” Gemma smiled, eyes firmly closed as she massaged her soft tits.
“I’d let him touch you. Would you let him?”
As soon as the question left me, I touched my wife’s pussy lips with the tips of my fingers. She gasped and her mouth fell open, but her eyes remained closed and she didn’t answer.
“Like you said, we’re on holiday. Nobody knows us.” I reminded her, and then glanced at the voyeur.
He was grinning and stroking what looked to be a fat cock, but his belly looked awful hanging down. I kind of wished he was Willie.
“Put your finger inside me,” my wife whispered softly, as she squeezed her tits together and moved her hips on the towel.
Watching her outer lips glistening with anticipation, I shuffled closer and lifted her thighs. My wife raised her knees, keeping her feet flat on the towel, giving me total access to her quivering cunt.
“Play with your nipples,” I told her. “We need to put on a show for our visitor.”
Gemma smirked; she didn’t believe me. She thought I was role playing. Her eyes remained closed and she started rubbing her nipples slowly. The voyeur walked closer. He was now standing roughly two metres away from us.
“Open your eyes, Gemma,” I smirked and inserted one, then two fingers into my wife.
“Huuuuuuh!” she gasped. My wife squeezed her tits, arched her back and then opened her eyes. Huuuuuuuuh!” she gasped once more, staring wide eyed at the naked man stroking his cock to the side of us. “Tim!”
“Shhhh! I know, just relax. It’s fine. He won’t touch you…unless you want him to?” I smirked.
Gemma relaxed her body back down onto the towel and closed her eyes. “Let him watch,” she then giggled, before moaning as I fingered her faster.