I had no response to that. I suddenly wasn’t sure what I should do, so I rode the euphoric rush now coursing through my veins and continued fingering her cunt.
The voyeur obviously heard my wife. He stepped closer and got down on his knees beside her. It was now my turn to gasp with bulging eyes. This overweight, naked, old guy was beating his meat not less than a metre away from my wife.
“Your wife is gorgeous,” he smiled.
“Thanks,” I mouthed, as if this was a normal thing to do. Maybe for him it was.
Now that my wife was hot and excited, kneading her tits, I repositioned myself so I could continue double finger-fucking her soaking wet snatch, but also start rubbing her clit at the same time.
Increasing the speed and pressure, my wife started bucking her hips, groaning she was going to cum. She let go of her tits and raised her arms above her head.
The voyeur looked hungrily at her big, soft, fleshy mounds wobbling all over the place. He then looked at me, seeking the husbands approval, but Gemma and I weren’t swingers. I’d already taken a liberty by not informing her about this guy when he first appeared. Now he was silently seeking my permission to touch my wife. I nodded my approval, high as a kite on lust.
Still stroking his cock, the voyeur shuffled right up to Gemma and started fondling her tits. She responded with deeper moans and warnings of her impending climax.
The voyeur was leaking pre-cum, stroking furiously as he assisted in ramping up my wife’s pleasure by pinching her nipples. Gemma squeaked, squealed then groaned. She was on the cusp of something special.
Then suddenly, another fucking naturist appeared. Another guy carrying a towel under his arm. He was closer to our age but still older. Maybe forty? What did it matter, I thought.
Worried this was about to slip out of our control, I pulled back my hand, leaving my wife on the edge of an orgasm. The voyeur didn’t stop though. He pinched Gemma’s nipples and then lowered his head to suck on her left tit. The new unwanted addition to the party, then walked to the other side of my wife and dropped his towel on the sandy floor.
“How far do you guys go?” he asked, excitedly, before grabbing my wife’s right tit and giving it a gentle squeeze. Gemma gasped. “She’s gorgeous. Great tits.”
“Don’t stop, Tim. I was almost there,” my wife begged and moaned.
I had so much going around inside my head I couldn’t think straight to react accordingly. I had my wife begging to be finished off while two strangers groped, fondled and sucked her tits. She was wanton, with only one thing on her mind. To cum.
The new guy sensed my hesitation and slid his hand down over my wife’s hairless pubic bone. He quickly found her clit and rubbed it hard. Even the voyeur looked shocked, before he started rubbing the top of her thigh.
“Wank me off, honey,” the voyeur said to my wife, but she was too busy swirling in the delight of having the newcomers finger rubbing her clit.
I sat back on my heels and watched as these two naturists took over the role of pleasuring my wife’s body. The newcomer switched between rubbing Gemma’s clit and slipping two fingers into her sopping cunt. The voyeur, undeterred that he didn’t get his handjob from my wife, seemed to take is frustration out on her left tit. He scooped it up in both hands and sucked the nipple and areola into his mouth.