My wife and I walked into the beachside bar late, revisiting a joint we’d partied at years ago (in our twenties), wanting to reminisce on good times we had in the past while we had a few frozen vacation drinks. I ordered us both a rum runner while I glanced around the bar, enjoying the live band and watching sexy beachgoers (who had just kept partying through the day), now dancing in their bathing suits. As I paid for our drinks, I caught eyes with a beautiful woman sitting barside and gave her a quick flirtatious smile. She was tall and thin, in her late forties, with straight dirty blonde hair that was down around her shoulders and drew the eyes to her low-cut black dress. The dress was a cute mini that showed tanned and firm legs crossed neatly as she sat by herself, glancing around the room, seeming somewhat out of place and overdressed in the loud bar.

They Both Said "Yes" to Her

My wife and I found some chairs away from the stage and quickly began playing the “yes/no” game, which we’d taken to as a fun diversion after a few years in the LS. “Would you fuck them?… yes… how bout that couple over there?… nah.”

As we sucked down our rum drink, I not-so-innocently asked: “If you could pick one person out of this entire place to take home… who would it be?” She glanced immediately at the petite blonde I’d made eyes with when we arrived, no words necessary. I smiled knowingly and laughed. I replied, “Me too, babe… this is why we are perfect together!”

Now that we were both watching her, we noticed a VERY young twenty-something guy with a teenager's thin, tan body trying his best with our mutual object of affection. He was a good-looking kid with a shock of dark windswept that was getting him absolutely nowhere. My wife and I continued to watch while he spit his best game, and she politely looked around the room for an escape. When he reached into his literal backpack for something, I think it triggered her. From our distant vantage, we could see she’d fairly bluntly said something along the lines of “you’re very sweet… I could be your mother,” and he dejectedly shuffled off.

We needed a refresh right as this unfolded, and I saw the immediate sigh of relief as her entire body notably relaxed when he finally gave up.

They Hit it Off

I came up to the bar to order our drinks right next to her and said: “Well, he tried his best, didn’t he?!” I gave her a knowing, wry grin that I couldn’t help while I chuckled. Her eyes widened as she realized we’d seen the obtuse approach. She immediately leaned in, innocently touching my arm as she exclaimed: “Oh my God!!! He was soooo young, right?!?” We laughed a bit together over it, and I apologized on behalf of boys smitten with beauty everywhere.

I introduced myself and offered to buy her a drink, glancing over my shoulder just in time to see my wife approaching. She was wearing a white beach dress with no bra, which I find irresistible. It’s long and flowy and hugs her body in all the right places, and with her brown hair in a French braid from our day at the beach, her 5’4” body just exudes sexiness. She catches us early in the conversation and also gets a laugh about the poor guy striking out just as the bartender brings us three new drinks. We offer her to come to sit with us just as a heavyset bouncer loudly announces the bar closing and “LAST CALL!” Panicked, we all look at him and say: “but we just got these?!” He casually said he didn’t care and something along the lines of “go take a walk on the beach, but you gotta leave here,” in typical bar fashion. 

Walking on the Beach

The three of us begin to walk out onto the cool beach, and before we make it five steps out of the bar, she stops and asks: “Are you guys swingers?” Shocked, we both pause in our step before I manage, “Well… yes, actually. Is there a neon sign over our heads?!” We weren’t “advertising” in the usual LS ways with black rings or pineapples, etc., and were confused that she’d picked us out so quickly. “Why do you ask?” said my wife. “Well… it’s just that… when you guys first walked in, he (motioning to me with her chin) looked at me, and I thought he was cute but a real jerk because he was with you… and then you (touching my wife’s hand) came up and made the same eyes…” We all laughed and found a picnic bench outside the bar, where we finished our drinks and discovered why she was out alone for the night.

She was a divorcee of seven years and hadn’t dated or gone out at all because she had young kids. She was out on a family vacation, and some relatives had basically forced her to go out and “have a good time.” She had big blue eyes with dark mascara and a beautiful face that reminded me of a California surfer girl. Her freckles chased down her neckline, and I knew she’d look absolutely stunning with her clothes off. The conversation quickly progressed in a sexual nature, and she and my wife got closer and closer physically as they enjoyed each other’s company. I was content to watch, as I’ve always loved seeing her with other women, and I was appropriately flirtatious and encouraging without wanting to come on too strong.

By the time we’d finished our drinks, my wife surprised me by asking if she’d like to come back to the condo we were staying in. The words seemingly rushed to her mouth unintentionally as she answered quietly, “…yes.” She offered to drive the mile up the beach to our place, and once in the relative reality of her car, the conversation turned to matters of practicality. She said how she didn’t think she could do anything with me physically because it would feel like cheating (the reason for her divorce), and my wife was quick to tell her that it’s not… and that she loves to watch me with other people. I just smiled and said I was happy to be a bystander if that would make her more comfortable (slightly disappointed but still excited about the unexpected vacation sex). 

Passionate Sex in the Condo

We arrived, and my wife excused herself to go to the bathroom as we made our way upstairs. The moment she’d gone, the incredibly sexy woman in the short black dress turned and passionately kissed me. Her tongue pushed inside my mouth, and I could feel her physical craving as she pulled in close to me and gently bit my lips. I stepped back, surprised but knowing my wife would love to walk in and see us kissing as she came out of the bathroom. My wife smiled slyly, took us both by the hand, and led us into the bedroom, where clothes disappeared instantly. Before I knew it, my wife was between her legs, pleasuring our new partner and moaning as I fucked her slowly from behind. It was a sex blur, and eventually, I found myself on top of her hard muscular body in missionary. Her body writhed while she came loudly as I gave our vanilla unicorn the first cock she’d had in seven years.

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