CHAPTER 1

It was early April, and the heat of the Greek sun was a delicious weight on my skin as I sipped my Aperol Spritz. Mark, my husband, was chatting away with Tom, and I was deep in a conspiratorial gaze with Emily, Tom’s wife. We’d only known them a couple of days, but the four of us had instantly clicked, a rare and wonderful thing in your early thirties.

It’s only been two full days and three evenings, but I’m already captivated by Emily. She’s a supermarket manager and the physical opposite of me, a petite woman, barely five feet tall, with short, cropped blonde hair. She has a beautiful, curvy shape, not fat, but soft, with a round backside and proportionate D-cups. While her features are gentle, there’s this mischievous glint in her eye that hints at a wild streak. Then there’s me: a lean five-foot-eight with shoulder-length brown hair and what Mark lovingly refers to as my ‘Perky Bees’. My tall, fit frame is a relic of my past; I spent years as a military officer before leaving last year for the private sector, and I still pound out twice-weekly 10-mile runs to keep that discipline and fitness intact.

It was Emily who brought it up, her eyes dancing over the rim of her glass. “There’s a naturist beach nearby,” she murmured, leaning in.

I grinned, my pulse quickening just a little. “Oh, you are trouble. I like it.” I glanced at Mark, whose expression of mild curiosity was perfect. He’d say yes, of course. He always did, bless his sense of adventure. Tom looked a little less keen, but Emily could easily twist him around her finger. The decision was sealed with a nod and a shared, silent giggle. We weren’t looking for a profound spiritual experience; we were just bored, buzzed, and ready for some fun.

The next afternoon, the four of us walked down to a secluded cove, the sand soft and warm between my toes. The minute we saw the few other naturists, Emily and I exchanged a loaded glance. This was it.

“Alright, boys,” I announced, trying to sound casual, “time to embrace your inner Greek god!”

Mark and Tom were good sports. Mark, ever the first to jump in, started undoing his shorts with a nervous, slightly theatrical laugh. Tom followed, though a little more hesitantly, clearly feeling the weight of the moment. And then there they were, standing naked in the sun.

Emily and I held perfectly straight faces. We had a plan, and it was glorious.

“Well,” Emily said, adjusting her sunglasses, “you two look, ummmmm, ‘free’.”

Mark shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, it’s breezy. You two not joining in?”

I shook my head, already spreading my towel on the sand, making sure I had an optimal viewing angle. “Oh, honey, no. We’re going to be your ‘chaperones’. Besides,” I added, glancing at Emily, “We both agreed that we need to appreciate the view, not be the view. And honestly, it’s just more fun this way.”

They looked so bewildered, so exposed. As they stood there, trying to look nonchalant, Emily leaned over to me, whispering conspiratorially behind her hand.

“They’re both daring good sports, aren’t they?” she murmured. “But seriously, both of them are on the ‘smaller side’, bless them.”

I nodded, fighting a grin. “Oh, totally, Emily! ‘Our little men. ’ I glanced from Mark to Tom. “Mark’s is definitely more compact. But I love what I’ve got, you know? It’s perfect for him. He’s a grower as well!”

Emily gave a throaty chuckle. “Exactly. Tom’s is a bit thinner and less girthy than Mark’s, but it’s definitely longer and totally fits him. Honestly, though, yours is quite sweet too, Sarah. Very neat, and who really wants what a porn star has?”

We shared a moment of easy, completely non-judgmental appreciation. We loved what our husbands had, but it was also a delicious, naughty thrill to openly compare them and appreciate our friend’s husband’s anatomy, too.

They looked so bewildered, so exposed. And that sense of mild insecurity they projected, combined with the sheer novelty of it, was absolutely hysterical. Emily caught my eye, and we fought a losing battle against the waves of silent laughter that washed over us.

After a while, they got slightly more comfortable, splashing around a bit. But it wasn’t quite the show Emily and I were hoping for. I wanted more movement, more chaos.

“You know what you two should do?” I called out, pulling a deflated beach ball out of my bag. “Play a little football! Keep the blood flowing!”

Tom looked hesitant, but Mark, who loved any kind of sport, took the bait. “Oh yeah! Good idea, babe!” His chest heaved as he quickly blew up the ball. Tom just stood there with his hands covering his groin self-consciously until it was ready to use.

They started kicking the ball back and forth, and it was magnificent. Every time one of them ran or jumped, their entire naked body jiggled and bounced. The true spectacle, of course, was the penis bob. It was a hilarious, utterly unguarded display of male anatomy in motion. Emily and I didn’t even try to hide our smiles then; we were downright beaming, nudging each other and occasionally raising an eyebrow in appreciation of a particularly impressive sprint-and-bob manoeuvre. I even caught Emily taking a sneaky 30-second video. She saw me looking and asked, “Do you mind?” To which I said, of course not, just maybe no posting on the internet for Mark’s work colleagues to find. She gave a thumbs-up in reply.

“This,” Emily whispered to me, her voice thick with suppressed giggles, “is why we love to meet new friends on holiday.”

We spent the next half hour watching our hapless, wonderful husbands play a slightly awkward game of nude beach football, utterly oblivious to the specific, naughty delight they were providing us. The best moment was when a stray gust of wind caught the ball. It landed at the feet of another couple on the beach. The man was naked and looked asleep; she was sitting up, reading in a very fetching orange bikini. Mark had run over, apologised, and run back again, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his penis had been just inches away from her face. She even gave Emily and me a friendly wave as he ran back.

Exhausted and sandy, Mark and Tom finally collapsed onto their towels next to us after playing a spirited, nude game of football that provided us with a great deal of satisfaction. Emily and I took a good amount of time applying sun cream to our men, both of us seemingly trying to arouse them, but alas, we both appeared to fail. However, as it transpired, our failed efforts weren’t the end of the world.

I was sipping my water and admiring the line of Mark’s jaw when I noticed it. I guess the combination of sun, activity, and atmosphere had done its work. A very clear and unmistakable sign of arousal was now visible. I almost choked on my water. Emily saw it too, of course, and muffled a snort of laughter behind her towel. Mark, turning his head, saw what I was looking at. His eyes went wide, and his entire face immediately flushed a furious, deep red—a truly magnificent, full-body blush. I can only assume he was so relaxed that he hadn’t even noticed.

Mark snapped his legs together, crossed his hands over the affected area, and let out a desperate whisper. “Oh, Fuck!” Tom and Emily just burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.

“Don’t worry, darling,” I managed, fighting my own laughter, “It just means you’re having a lovely time! A very natural reaction for any virile man.”

Mark buried his face in the crook of his elbow, clearly wishing the earth would swallow him whole. He remained mortified for the next half hour, stubbornly refusing to move until the ‘situation’ had resolved itself. He was already doing so well in his nakedness, I decided to let him be and not further his embarrassment.

“Look, Mark,” Emily interjected, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye. “Go cool off! The water looks perfect. That should take care of things.” Still covering up until he’d made it a few feet away, Mark jogged down to the water and waded in, fighting the gentle waves until he was able to swim. Emily then suggested to Tom that he go for a dip as well. Tom seemed eager for an escape and a distraction, as he practically bolted toward the waves. Tom’s firm buttocks looked muscular as he plunged into the sea with barely a backward glance.

“You weren’t kidding!” Emily said to me, “He grew way more than I thought possible; he must have nearly tripled in size!” I explained that his two and a bit inches was closer to seven when ‘pumped up, ready for action’. She giggled and said It seems I knew my man very well, which I confirmed by explaining how I’d measured him when we first dated. Emily said she’d never thought to do that. She stated that measuring Tom, both soft and hard, was now on her ‘to-do list’.

When they returned ten minutes later, dripping wet and shivering slightly from the cold sea, Emily and I were ready. The cold water had done its predictable work, and what little size they possessed in their relaxed state had diminished significantly.

Emily clapped her hands together. “Oh, look! It’s the little Greek torpedoes!”

I giggled, completely undone by the sight. “My goodness, they’ve gone into hibernation! Welcome back, Mark’s button.” I reached out and gently patted his almost flat groin, just the head of his penis showing above a tight sack. Mark gave me a mock scowl, but he was grinning. Tom, too, was laughing nervously as he tried to shake the water from himself in a subtle way.

“It’s just the cold, Sarah, you know how it is!” Mark protested, though his voice lacked any real heat.

“I know, honey,” I said, my voice softening as I met his eyes. “But you’re still adorable. They’re just the tiniest things, like two baby hedgehogs.” It was affectionate, teasing, and utterly impossible to take offense at, which was exactly the point. The shared laughter felt intimate, pulling us closer.

I wasn’t sure if Tom was going to take this teasing, but it felt like we were now better able to take it in his stride. He had more to show than Mark after their cold dip, only marginally so in reality, but perhaps it made him feel better. They lay down to dry out, and Emily and I took great joy in watching our men’s groins as they warmed up and grew back to normal size. Emily used her thumb and forefinger to show what was going on with Tom on her side, so I joined her and we compared, gently laughing as we did it.

Finally, it was time to leave. The boys had, what felt like reluctantly, put their shorts on over their sandy skin, and we were packing up the car. As Mark was about to get into the driver’s seat, I stopped him.

“You know, you looked so comfortable being free out there, honey,” I said, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss. “But you’re covering up now.” I reached into the car and pulled his T-shirt off the seat. “I dare you to drive back to the hotel naked.”

Mark’s eyes widened again. “Seriously? What if we get stopped? What about the upholstery?”

“We won’t get stopped. It’s a short, quiet road. And we’re on holiday! It’s part of the fun. Just sit on a towel.” I gave him an expectant look. “Unless you’re not up to the challenge?”

He sighed, defeated but with a hint of a smile. “Fine, you horny menace. Get in.” He tossed his shorts in the back and, having placed a towel down, slid into the driver’s seat. Tom and Emily, who were following in their own car, were clearly watching, their headlights twinkling. As he shifted into gear, I reached over and stroked his arm.

“It was a brilliant day, Mark. A genuinely great experience,” I said softly, then delivered the real punchline. “And we’re going back tomorrow.”

He gripped the steering wheel of the little hire car and sighed loudly. “Oh, really! Tomorrow too?”

“Yes, tomorrow too. But there’s a new rule. If you feel yourself getting aroused again, I want you not to hide it. No crossing your legs, no covering up.” I watched his surprised expression in the dim light of the dashboard. “Be proud of it, Mark. It just means your body is happy and excited. It means you’re having fun with me.”

He was quiet for a moment, the headlights of Tom and Emily’s car illuminating his face in the rear-view mirror. He questioned what our new friends might think, and I put him at ease, explaining how cool Emily was with everything and that Emily seemed a bit ‘naughty’ too. He finally let out another long breath and gave me a crooked, slightly shy smile.

“Okay, Sweetheart. If you insist. I guess I’ll have to try to avoid an erection or be a little prouder tomorrow.”

I took his hand and kissed his knuckles, knowing I’d just secured another day of great fun. “That’s my brave boy.”

The moment we pulled up to the hotel, Mark wrapped the towel he’d been sitting on around his waist, and we said goodbye to Tom and Emily. The charged energy between Mark and me was palpable. The sheer novelty of the day —the nudity, the watching, the teasing, and his utter, adorable embarrassment — had ignited something powerful in me.

We barely made it inside the door of our room. As soon as the latch clicked, I pushed Mark against the wall, pulling the towel away, then my bikini top off over my head, feeling a primal, raw surge of desire that hadn’t hit me this hard in months. The memory of him driving naked, combined with the sight of his earlier arousal, was a perfect, intoxicating cocktail.

He didn’t even have time to be self-conscious. I was already too focused, too ready. I didn’t want the usual slow build; I wanted the release that had been gathering all afternoon. Mark, energised by the adrenaline and my overt hunger, responded instantly. The sex was messy, immediate, and utterly wild.

The moment he entered me, the dam broke. I orgasmed promptly, a loud, unrestrained sound I rarely made, my hands gripping his shoulders so hard my knuckles were white. But the feeling was too intense to stop. He kept moving, and the heightened sense of my own body, triggered by the day’s events, made everything exquisitely sensitive. The pleasure built again, sharp and unstoppable, and I orgasmed multiple times, each wave crashing over me harder than the last, leaving me breathless and weak.

I’ve always been lucky enough to orgasm quite easily, but four in one session hadn’t happened in a few years. When it was over, we collapsed onto the bed, slick with sweat and sand, tangled up and breathing hard. I lay my head on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart.

“Well,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his skin, “that was the best we’ve had in ages.”

Mark just stroked my hair, a lazy, proud smile audible in his voice. “I guess a little public exposure does the trick, huh?”

“It certainly has its benefits,” I agreed, snuggling in. I was already looking forward to tomorrow. I had a feeling our newfound experience with naturist beaches would do wonders for our marriage.

*****

CHAPTER 2

The following morning, Emily and I cornered our husbands at breakfast.

“No dilly-dallying today, boys,” Emily announced brightly. “We’re making a day of it. We have ordered a picnic; we’re leaving right after this.”

“A full day at the nude beach?” Tom said with a look of apprehension, but Mark just shrugged, remembering last night and my “new rule”; he was clearly embracing this idea.

Back in the room, I threw on my new bright blue bikini, then watched Mark meticulously organise his morning supplements next to his coffee. Mark is a bit of a fitness fanatic and still swims regularly to maintain the physique he built on his college swim team. It was the perfect opportunity. While he was distracted, loading sunscreen, towels, and bits into our beach bag, I slipped in one small, cream-coloured tablet. A single, low-dose Cialis pill I’d brought just in case. I placed it on the desk with the other vitamins and supplements. He soon poured his usual mix into his palm and swallowed it with a gulp of water, entirely oblivious.

As we were about to leave our hotel room, I stopped Mark by the door, a hotel towel in my hand. He took a moment to compliment my new bikini, stating it was a little more daring than any he’d seen me in for many years.

“New day, new dare,” I murmured, my eyes sparkling. “You’re going to adhere to the ‘freedom’ spirit from the second we leave the room. No clothes. Just your towel. You’ll be wearing nothing but that until we get to the hotel tonight.”

Mark blinked, a nervous grin forming. “Drive all the way there, and walk the quarter mile from the parking area to the beach in just a towel?”

“Exactly. Don’t be shy, you’re on holiday. And remember the rule, big boy: Be proud.”

He shook his head, a genuine laugh escaping him this time. “You really are trying to embarrass me, aren’t you?” He looked at me, waiting for me to speak, but I said nothing, just staring back at him. “Alright. Let’s do it.” He dropped his shorts to the floor, wrapping the towel around his waist, and we headed out to the car, ready for a whole new day of delicious, sunny humiliation. Judging by the feeling deep in my stomach, another fantastic night would come too.

It seemed silly to take two cars, so Emily and Tom squeezed into the back of the little hire car, all our stuff in the back. Mark, driving in just a towel and flip-flops, had no other clothing available to him, something I gleefully told the other two about on the drive. When we pulled into the small dirt parking area near the beach, Mark let out a surprised whistle. “Wow, it’s busy.”

The lot was significantly more crowded than yesterday, filled with cars and scooters. “It must be Saturday,” Emily observed. “Looks like there will be a lot more people there, hope it’s not too crowded!”

Mark, now fully committed to the dare, was standing naked under his towel. He looked nervous, but the previous night’s encounter had clearly given him a boost of reckless confidence. He’s always been body confident, and his smaller-than-average flaccid penis has never bothered him. Years on swim teams and, in recent years, learning Jiu-Jitsu have clearly made him confident. The knowledge he grew bigger than many men twice his flaccid size also meant he knew he had nothing to prove.

“Right, team,” Emily said, getting out. “I’ve got the cooler, Tom, you take the beach mats. Mark, you’re on picnic bag and beach bag duty.”

Mark carefully shifted the towel, tightening it around his waist as he took the bulky straw beach bag and the large canvas picnic bag in each arm. The towel was firmly tucked at his hip. We started down the quarter mile on the narrow, dusty path. It was lined with dense, low bushes, private enough that you couldn’t see the road, but open enough that you were fully exposed on the path itself.

Just as we rounded the first bend, where the bushes formed a dense wall, Emily pounced. With a theatrical flourish, she reached out and snatched Mark’s towel.

“Oops! Look what I found!” she sang, holding it high.

“Hey! Emily!” Mark yelped, trying to grab it, but his hands were full with the two heavy bags. He was utterly trapped. He stood there, fully exposed, his skin still warm from the car seat. His arms, laden with bags, stuck out from his sides, leaving his belly, chest, and his small, flaccid manhood completely visible. The Cialis hadn’t kicked in yet, leaving him in his most ‘compact’ state.

“Freedom, darling, freedom!” Emily declared, throwing the towel over her shoulder. “No hiding on the journey today!” Mark glared at her, but quickly resigned himself to his fate, letting out a heavy, embarrassed breath. He was naked, carrying gear, and utterly defenceless. The clear ‘white bits’ seemed to draw attention to his naked groin even more than if he had an even tan.

We continued walking, both of us women strolling in our bikinis under sundresses, Mark padding ahead of us, entirely unclothed, and Tom behind in his shorts and T-shirt. Mark tried to walk with his knees slightly pinched, but the effort was obvious. The bags made it impossible to maintain, so after a minute or two, he just resigned to his fate, taking it like a man.

About halfway down the trail, we heard voices ahead of us, and they were getting closer. I zoomed ahead just in case families or the authorities were coming. But around the next corner, the path widened, and I saw them: three women, all in their late twenties or early thirties, dressed in hiking boots, shorts, and tops, walking up the hill, towards us. They were deep in conversation and looked up just as Mark, nude and juggling two oversized bags, walked directly into their line of sight.

They stopped dead. There was a moment of silence, then all three burst into delighted, surprised laughter. They didn’t sound scornful; they sounded genuinely amused and appreciative. They were also English, and one of them said to me in an accent that sounded like Bristol or the West Country. “Is he with you?”

Mark’s entire neck and back turned scarlet. He fixed his gaze straight ahead, trying to appear stern and purposeful. Still, the sight of his bare buttocks and the helpless bobbing of his little penis as he quickly power-walked past them was just too much. I had to bite my cheek to stop myself from howling.

I said he was most definitely with me, and that I was ‘training him up!’

“Good morning, ladies!” Emily called out sweetly, flashing them a dazzling smile as we passed them by. The women waved back, giggling amongst themselves, their eyes lingering on Mark until he disappeared around the next bend.

“Did you see that, Tom?” I whispered to Tom, who was trying hard to keep a straight face. “They loved it! He was like a brave little Greek courier!”

Mark had seemingly sped up I wondered if he was simply trying to create distance, but he couldn’t outrun our shared, buoyant delight. He walked the final stretch of the path and onto the beach, his only clothing being the flip-flops that spared his bare feet from the hot sand.

The beach was indeed much busier. Yesterday, there were maybe a dozen people, including us. Today, there were more like fifty or sixty in the relatively small cove. It meant there were no clear open areas; wherever we set up would be close to others. Still nude, still carrying the supplies, finally collapsing near the water line, dropping the bags with a defeated sigh between a single naked young woman and a very tanned naked couple.

But Emily had other ideas and, spotting a gap between two couples further down, stated she’d prefer to set up there. Mark collected up the bags and followed her to her preferred place. “Now,” I announced, laying out the towels, “You can relax. And remember our new rule, my brave boy.” I winked at him, hoping the Cialis would soon take effect, but with so many people here now, it was going to cause a scene. I forgot it was Friday yesterday, and realised that an erection yesterday would have been mostly ignored. Still, with so many people about, I wondered what havoc I may cause. Only time would tell. His promise to be proud could backfire on me if we upset anybody. It was going to be a long, glorious day.

Having secured a spot and set up our towels and umbrella. Emily immediately demanded that Tom strip off his shorts, which he dutifully did. Emily snatched both his shorts and T-shirt and placed them into her handbag.

Our neighbours provided instant visual interest. To our left was a striking young couple. She was perhaps twenty-two, wearing a string bikini that left little to the imagination. Her partner was entirely nude, lean and muscled, and very well endowed. His confidence, as he sprawled out on his towel, was immense. He must have been at least eight inches, maybe nine, and it lay proud across his thigh.

To our right was an older couple. The woman, likely in her forties, was elegant, wearing a conservative, red bikini. Her husband was balding and slightly overweight; he was fully naked and, like the younger man, was notably very well endowed, perhaps even larger. He spotted us, adjusting his large beach hat with a casual air, and I am sure he was looking at us and hoping we girls would be stripping off as well. Emily and I exchanged another knowing look; today was certainly a day for contrasts.

“Well, Tom,” Emily murmured, adjusting her sunglasses, “it seems we’re firmly representing the ‘smaller, yet extremely loved’ category today.”

“At least we’re representing something,” Tom grumbled good-naturedly, a small, genuine smile on his face as he took in the scene. He caught Mark’s eye and nodded behind us, where there were three older, but attractive ladies lying naked, legs spread wide, their pussies almost gaping in front of them. I saw a grin on Mark’s face, but he quickly turned and sat on his towel, taking his book from our bag.

I decided a reconnaissance mission was in order. “I’m going for a walk, see what the lay of the land is.” I strolled along the water’s edge. The beach was exclusively for adults, and most people, both men and women, were nude, embracing the naturist spirit. It was a beautiful, relaxed sight. However, off to the side, near the rocks, away from the main sunbathers, I spotted a group of about eight university-aged girls in colourful, non-revealing swimsuits. They had a portable speaker and were dancing and laughing to pop music, clearly on a girls’ trip and enjoying the novelty of the nude beach periphery. Their energy was infectious.

When I returned, Emily was grinning. “Ready for round two, Sarah? We have a whole crowd to entertain.”

“Absolutely. But I want a different kind of entertainment today. Not just football, more exposure and conditioning them to be confident naturists.”

Emily stood up, then took Tom’s hand, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Tom, darling, I feel a sudden urge to have a recce of the beach too. I don’t want to go alone, though. Come with me.”

She began to walk him, slowly, deliberately, right past the young couple to our right, and then toward the cluster of dancing college girls. Tom walked beside her, his smaller manhood bouncing slightly with each step, his eyes fixed firmly on the horizon. He looked like a shy trophy. Emily, however, radiated pride, holding her head high, her bikini and non-nudity drawing as much attention as Tom’s exposure. The two neighbouring men subtly shifted, unable to help but notice the man walking by with a confident, bikini-clad wife.

When they returned, Tom was breathless. “Never again,” he declared, collapsing onto the sand.

“My turn,” I said, offering Mark my hand. “Ready to make me proud, soldier?”

Mark took a deep breath. The Cialis was starting to make itself known; he felt a low, internal thrumming, and he was already starting to fill out a little more than usual. I wondered if he realised what I had done, but had to assume he couldn’t know. We’d only used Cialis a couple of times, experimenting really, so I doubted he would put two and two together.

“Just remember the rule,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “No covering up.”

I led him on a slow circuit, even more deliberate than Emily’s. As we walked, Mark’s eyes couldn’t help but sweep the beach. He took in the sun, the sand, the water, and most importantly, the sheer number of beautiful, naked women lounging, reading, and walking. The sights, the varied shapes, the lack of inhibitions, the casual gaze of other women, all combined with the pill coursing through his system, were a potent formula.

As we reached the rock wall at one end of the beach that was maybe 60 metres down, we turned around and headed back from where we came. I felt Mark squeeze my hand, and once he had my attention, he looked down at his groin. I glanced down. Sure enough, his manhood, once small and shy, was now beginning to rise with undeniable purpose. It wasn’t enormous, but it was certainly a proud, visible semi, starting its journey upward.

Mark instantly tried to cross his free hand over his groin, his face heating up, his eyes darting wildly. I grabbed his arm firmly. “Ah-ah, my darling. Be proud.” I pulled him to a stop, right in the line of sight of the older, balding man, whose own large anatomy was still looking slightly more impressive than Mark’s new, hard, and very public display.

Mark was utterly mortified, but completely unable to hide it. I smiled at the world, feeling a surge of power and arousal. I wasn’t the only woman on the beach with a bikini. Still, I was the only one with a man sporting a beautiful erection, and a man who was desperately trying not to look like he was having the time of his life.

The lady in the red bikini winked at me as she noticed. “So muss der Strand meiner Meinung nach sein“, she said. I knew GCSE-level German, so I didn’t understand. In English, I said I was sorry. I don’t speak German. She laughed and, in heavily accented English, said, “This is how a beach must be, I think, yes. The men are naked, and we are safer in our swimsuits!” I nodded and waved as we passed Tom and Emily, who were lying out on their towels, relaxing. Tom was not looking up from his magazine, so missing his erect friend.

“See, Mark?” I whispered, pulling him along the rest of the circuit. “That’s what I call embracing the spirit of freedom.” This was going to be better than I even dared to imagine. I moved us a little so we were in the shallow water, Mark on my left, so I was hiding him slightly, not wanting to be too brazen about showing off my husband. It was about another hundred meters to the other edge of the beach. I stopped with Mark and asked if he was okay. The knee-deep water splashes against us gently.

“I’m a bit overwhelmed, Sweetheart!” he said with a level of confusion in his voice. ”I cannot believe how hard I worked, and how easily it happened. Yesterday I saw similar sights, fewer of them, but similar, and I never grew more than a hint.”

We were quite close to the group of University girls. There was about a 20m by 20m open space here. And it gave me an idea. “Okay, Darling,” I said, feigning sympathy, “Let’s cool you down in the sea and then have a lay down.”

*****

CHAPTER 3

Mark went into the sea and swam perpendicular to the beach back towards our spot, and I walked at the same speed back. When he came out of the water, he had maybe lost half of his erection, and his balls that were swinging earlier were tucked into his body tightly. He didn’t seem to care as he walked out of the water; the young woman next to us in the skimpy bikini sat up watching him over the top of her Kindle. A cute little smile on her face as Mark’s mostly deflated penis bobbed left and right.

Mark was now noticeably larger and harder than Tom. The two men next to us—the young, fit one and the older couple—were both watching us with curiosity.

“Right, I know what we need now,” I declared, pulling the inflatable football from the beach bag. “More action! There’s a perfect open patch down the beach, about twenty meters wide, right near those girls. Tom, Mark, get down there! Time for some sport!”

Tom and Mark exchanged a look of weary acceptance. They knew exactly what this was about. They trotted off, and as promised, the clear space was right next to the group of eight university girls who were still dancing. The girls paused their routine, clearly intrigued by the sight of two older, naked men starting a game of football right next to them. As I stood watching, I could hear the girls. They had very clear American accents, likely Texas or similar. I grabbed some larger stones to create a goal on each side and told Emily they could now play it as a match.

“Kick-off!” Emily yelled, laughing, as the men began to play a clumsy, spirited game of one-on-one. The penis bob was back, amplified by Mark’s current state. The college girls sat down on their towels, instantly forming an appreciative audience, giggling as the ball was kicked about.

It was then that the older, balding German man spoke up beside me, his deep voice and German accent carrying over the sand. “That looks like fun. Mind if I join in? Need to stretch the old legs.” He stood there, at least six feet five, towering over us, his significant manhood hanging freely in front of him like a large salami.

The young couple who had been sitting on our other side had also seen the football, a fit man to our left being volunteered by the young woman in the tiny bikini to make up numbers. “Looks like a challenge. Count me in.” His strong, Greek-accented voice was very sexy and had an air of confidence. His own impressive endowment was also on full, brazen display, hanging down fat and heavy.

Emily clapped her hands together, practically bouncing in her beach shoes. “Oh, this is amazing! Big dicks versus small dicks! A little friendly competition!” The elegant woman in the red bikini shot Emily a mock glare. In contrast, the young woman in the string bikini just grinned, adjusting her sunglasses. The challenge had been set.

The two newcomers jogged over to the open space, and the four naked men, the smaller yet slightly engorged Mark, the soft and small Tom, and the two confident giants began an impromptu, four-man football match.

Emily and I moved our towels over to sit and get a better view. We were joined by the elegant woman and the young woman, forming a bikini-clad observation deck. The college girls, now right on the sidelines, were cheering and laughing, completely engrossed in the spectacle. Three of them are doing choreographed cheerleader chants and moves.

The game was less about scoring and more about the hilarious visuals, well, to us ladies, at least. Mark was playing with reckless abandon, fully embracing his dare. His erection was growing slightly, his proud beacon of defiance against the colossal sizes of the other two men. Tom, small but quick, darted between the others, his little flaccid penis flopping about as he ran.

The two large men were powerful, but their enormous endowments made rapid, complex movement awkward, leading to some truly spectacular, flailing moments. At one point, as Tom passed the ball through the German man’s legs, running around him, the German man twisted and fell into him, the pair falling in a naked mass on the sand. The way they felt the German man’s penis rubbed over Tom’s face briefly, causing Tom to shudder. But he quickly jumped up after and passed it to Mark, who scored a goal.

“Go, Tom, go!” I screamed, feeling a thrill of affection and pride as he scored a goal between two piles of rocks acting as goalposts.

“Tom’s the feistiest!” Emily chimed in, “He’s got the speed!”

We were all laughing, the women, the girls, and even the men themselves. It was an utterly absurd, unforgettable game of naked football, watched by an appreciative, giggling audience of women, and I had the best view of all.

Suddenly, two more men, local-looking and tanned, emerged from the water and jogged over, their dark hair slicked back. They were completely naked and radiating casual, athletic confidence.

“Football, yes? We play!” one of them announced with a thick Greek accent, his friend grinning beside him. The two women who had been lounging with them, also nude and deeply tanned, walked over to join our spectator group.

Now it was a chaotic six-man, fully naked football match. Emily and I, along with the young woman in the tiny bikini, the elegant woman, and the two nude Greek girls, had a phenomenal, multi-angled view of the action.

“Look at the sheer mass of those Greek boys!” the elegant woman murmured, adjusting her red bikini straps. “Such power. Who cares if their wieners are just average?”

“Mark’s still holding his own, though!” I countered proudly, my eyes fixed on my husband. The adrenaline and the lingering Cialis had combined perfectly; Mark was fully erect again, an impressive, compared to his flaccid state at least, stiff protrusion bobbing emphatically with every dash. He was playing furiously, refusing to be overshadowed.

“He’s certainly enthusiastic,” the young woman giggled, her gaze drawn to Mark’s firm display.

“Tom is so springy, though, so fast,” Emily commented, appreciating her husband’s light-footed agility, his small, flaccid penis a charming contrast to the chaos around him. “He’s like a tiny, naked roadrunner.”

The game dragged on for what felt like an eternity, fuelled by the men’s competitive spirit and the women’s appreciative laughter. The sweat glistened on their bare bodies, and the sand kicked up around their ankles.

It was during a particularly aggressive scrum near our sideline that the young, fit man let out a sharp, audible grunt. He paused, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. We all looked, and the sight was startling. His already large member had swollen to an enormous, fully erect state. It was truly colossal, a testament to the heat and the intense physical activity. How had we not noticed it growing?

As the game resumed, the young man seemed unable to control the sheer bulk of his erection. He went for the ball, his massive, hard penis bashing visibly against the thighs of the older balding man and the bare side of one of the Greek players. The sight of this aggressive, accidental battering of the other men’s bodies was the tipping point. The college girls erupted in loud, sustained screams of hysterical laughter.

The young man, suddenly self-conscious of the uncontrolled physical weapon he now possessed, threw his hands up. “Okay! I think that’s it! Game over!”

As they reached shook hands, a score of 4-2 to the English boys (and one of the Greek boys) being hailed as the winners, the collective group of wives and girlfriends surged forward. I ran to Mark, wrapping my arms around his sweaty, sandy, hard body.

“Oh, you were magnificent! So fierce, so brave!” I kissed his chest and then his lips, making sure to let my hips rub against his proud erection. Emily was doing the same with Tom, pulling him into a tight, appreciative hug and planting a huge kiss on his lips. The other women — the elegant one, the young bikini girl, and the two tanned Greek women — gave their men warm, affectionate hugs and kisses, praising their efforts. The atmosphere was thick with shared amusement and primal satisfaction.

We ladies all settled back onto our towels, the men, exhausted and panting, immediately all running into the water to wash the sand off, and in two cases, to temper their erections. When he came back out of the water and to our spot, Mark was breathing hard, still glowing scarlet, and he was still fully erect. He lay on his front and tried to shift positions subtly, but I could see he was looking anxious and was probably still hard as a rock.

“It’s not going down,” he mumbled to me, his voice tight with lingering mortification.

I covered his hand with mine, my gaze tender. “It’s alright, honey. Remember, be proud.” I looked at him, my eyes soft with love and a little mischief. “You know, all that energy and heat? And the walk, and the girls, and the whole spectacle. It’s to be expected, right?”

He frowned, then his eyes widened in sudden realisation. “Wait a minute. My vitamins this morning, that extra pill, I thought I’d imagined it, same seven pills every day for the last few years, it wasn’t a vitamin, was it?”

I leaned in, kissing his ear and whispering playfully, “No, darling. That was my little piece of Greek sunshine. I thought you deserved to feel extra proud today.” I kissed him again, already thinking about how long that little tablet was supposed to last, up to 3 days from memory. It was going to be interesting, but I hope I don’t make Mark angry at my deception.

A few moments later, the young man from our left returned to our area, walking with a noticeable, though lessened, semi-erection. His girlfriend hurried after him, pulling on a brightly coloured wrap.

“Please, I am so sorry for his naughty thingy,” she said to us in broken English, gesturing at her boyfriend’s anatomy with an embarrassed but fond smile. “He cannot control it when he is running.”

“Don’t be silly, dear,” Emily laughed warmly. “It was quite the spectacle! Very entertaining.”

The energy on the beach was settling now, the midday sun high overhead. We decided it was the perfect time for our picnic. We spread out the delicious spread: a massive Greek salad, fresh bread, salty feta dip, and creamy hummus. The hotel had wildly overestimated how much food four people could eat.

“We have far too much,” I said, gesturing to the feast. I glanced at the young couple. “Would you two like to join us for some lunch? Please, there are heaps.” I would have asked the German couple, too, but they were already munching on large baguettes full of meats and salads.

The young man, whose name we learned was Alexis, grinned instantly. “That would be wonderful! We have only a small water.” He introduced his girlfriend, Maria, who was very shy and spoke almost no English. They pulled their towel over and sat down.

As we ate, conversation flowed easily, mostly between Emily, Tom, Mark, and Alexis. At the same time, Maria watched with a sweet, nervous smile. Mark, despite his prominent state, was starting to relax into the moment, chatting with Alex about the football game, his erection subsiding all the time. Alexis is also losing his engorged state.

Emily, ever direct, looked at Maria’s lovely, toned body in the bright bikini. “Maria, you have a beautiful body. And almost every other local here is naked. Why are you still in your swimsuit, a swimsuit that makes you look close to naked?”

Maria giggled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, shaking her head. Alexis, seeing her discomfort, translated with a kind look. “She says she is too nervous. She thinks her body is not good enough for everyone to see. She is shy of people seeing her private areas.”

“Nonsense!” Emily declared, giving Maria a gentle, encouraging smile. “This beach is for everyone. Look around! We are all different shapes and sizes. And you are gorgeous. You should feel free, too.” Alexis again translated, and she spoke back to him, nodding towards Emily and me. Alexis translated that she noticed we, too, are not naked. I admitted that we might soon, but we had too much fun showing off our men. Alexis translated again between mouthfuls of food. She laughed and said something else. But Alexis said nothing.

“What did she say?” I asked. He said he was too embarrassed to translate. But Emily nagged him over and over until he relented. He started by apologising to Mark and Tom. He stated that nature did what it did, but it all seemed a bit lost in translation. Eventually, following prolonged begging from Emily, he said that Maria assumed the fun for us was letting everybody see their men naked with small penises, maybe they think people will laugh?

Maria’s cheeks flushed, but she looked genuinely embarrassed by the slur she seemingly made. But Emily and I both put her at ease with a laugh and a smile, telling Alexis to say that she clearly knew what fun we were having. She said something else, and again Alexis seemed reluctant to elaborate. Again, after much nagging, he admitted that Maria knew that his own penis was much bigger than most, so maybe it wasn’t fair to compare them. This caused us both to laugh even more. Tom, however, was beet red, his hands and cap covering his manhood in what I assumed was embarrassment.

“Don’t be so shy and babyish, Tom!” Emily said to him when she saw what he was doing, “I love your little man, he works so well for me, it’s all I ever need!” He did smile, and she leaned over to hug him, reaching between them with one hand as she did so. Alexis and Maria are moving back to their original places next to us, reapplying sunscreen and relaxing back on the sand.

*****

CHAPTER 4

Mark packed away the picnic leftovers and then took another dip in the ocean. I decided I needed to cool off, too, so I followed him in. After he had swum for about five minutes, he came over to me, we hugged, and had a chat. We bobbed in the water together and chatted quietly about the last two naked days. I was squeezing his buttocks and stroking his thighs, which was having the desired effect. I felt his erection pressing into my abdomen, so I reached down and gave it a few tugs. He whispered my name, telling me off, reminding me that the beach was packed. I apologised but didn’t let off, gently stroking him under the water.

We talked a little more, then he pulled away, stating he was getting too close to exploding. So I took his hand and walked out of the water, pulling him along with me. He tried to resist, but I reminded him of our rule for the day, so he relented, but as soon as we were shin deep, he used his free hand to slap my backside, making me squeal. But looking over and seeing him so hard it throbbed made me smile, and a small smack was the least I deserved.

As we settled into the lazy rhythm of the afternoon, drinking juices from the cooler and discussing the merits of various Greek islands with Alexis, our attention was slowly drawn to the couple to our right: the slightly overweight, balding man, whose name we didn’t know, but whom I mentally nicknamed the ‘German Sausage’ due to his accent and his massive manhood.

The man was lying on his back, eyes closed beneath a large straw hat, still completely nude. His wife, who was propped up on one elbow, began to stroke his thigh. It was a casual, possessive movement, her fingers lingering on the skin just above his prominent hip. I tried—and failed—to look away. Her hand drifted slowly, then moved up to his chest, tracing the outline of his slightly soft pectoral muscle, before returning to his groin. She didn’t look at him; she was gazing out at the sea, as if lost in thought, making the action seem incredibly intimate and entirely commonplace.

Then, her fingers brushed his penis. The man’s body twitched, and his large, flaccid member instantly began to swell. It rose from his stomach, stiffening with astonishing speed into a thick, formidable erection. The woman smiled faintly, a slow, sensual curve of her lips that only we could see. She brought her hand back and took his large, hard penis in her grip. Her movement was slow, deliberate, and hypnotic. She used a long, rhythmic stroke, her entire focus now on the task at hand, yet still staring out to see as if looking for a boat on the horizon.

The sight of this public, intentional arousal immediately impacted our group. ” Oh Zeus,” Alexis muttered under his breath as he prodded Maria to get her attention, his breath hitching, his earlier semi-erection hardening back up almost instantly. It was enormous and jutted up from his lean body, almost looking too big for a man with a relatively small frame.

Next to him, Tom, who had been completely relaxed, visibly tensed. His small penis was now standing up proudly, pointing skyward, the first time I’d seen him at full mast. It was maybe just smaller than Mark’s, but thinner. It wasn’t even close to the size of the Germans.

I looked at Mark, and his eyes were wide, fixed on the German couple. His ever-present Cialis-fuelled erection stiffened even further, making his entire body rigid with tension and desire. “Look at that thing,” Emily whispered, a sound of pure awe in her voice, her eyes flicking from the German’s thick shaft to Tom’s very average, hard one. “He’s magnificent, and so, so public.”

Even Maria, whose English was poor, clearly understood the drama. She gasped and pressed a hand to her mouth, her eyes darting between her boyfriend’s colossal erection and the show to our right, her hand instinctively grabbing her boyfriend’s thigh just inches from his huge erection.

As the German man’s wife continued her slow, tantalizing strokes, I saw a movement behind our group. Two of the naked Greek women who were positioned behind us, legs spread to show their charms, got up together and passed our group until standing waist-deep in the water. They waited for a minute, then turned their attention fully toward the shore, completely facing us. They stood motionless, waist-deep in the Aegean, their hands resting on their hips, watching the show without any attempt at subtlety.

The German man let out a low groan, barely audible over the lapping waves. His face was contorted in pleasure, his elegant wife maintaining her mesmerising rhythm. The collective attention of everyone in our vicinity — our group, the young couple next to us, the two Greek women in the sea — was locked on the man’s final, explosive moments. With a deep, guttural sound, the German climaxed, his body shuddering powerfully on the towel. His wife finally turned to watch him explode until the final moments. He had shot an enormous load of cum up to his chin and across his chest, the last drops oozing out over her hand. She gently released him, wiped her cum covered hand on his hairy chest, then calmly picked up a bottle of water to take a sip, her task completed. She eventually looked our way, realising the size of her audience.

Silence settled back on our group, thick and charged. Tom, Mark, and Alexis were all fully, undeniably erect, a visible, shared response to the brazen sexuality of our neighbour. “Well,” Emily breathed, fanning herself dramatically with a copy of a newspaper. “That was certainly a demonstration of freedom.”

The two Greek women in the water smiled broadly at one another and slowly waded further out to swim. Mark finally found his voice, a husky whisper. “Sarah, I think we should go swimming again. Soon.” He was still painfully hard, the Cialis making his immediate recovery impossible. His erection was a seven-inch tall insistent flagpole, a persistent consequence of the Cialis and the visual stimulus.

“Sarah, I need to go in the water,” he mumbled, his voice tight. “Now. Please.” I squeezed his hand. “Good idea, darling. A nice, long soak. And I’m coming with you.” I knew the chill of the Aegean would, temporarily, bring him back to his smaller, flaccid state, resolving the immediate embarrassment.

We stood up, and I led him down to the water’s edge. We walked past our friends, past Alexis and Maria, and plunged into the cold, clear sea. We swam for a good fifteen minutes, kicking and splashing until Mark was shivering, and the desired effect was likely achieved; he had to be flaccid and small again, his skin puckered from the cold.

So I took his hand and pulled him out of the water once more. “I want to speak to these lovely American girls, Darling, find out what they are doing in Greece.” Mark knew he was now under my spell, but asked what to do if he got erect again. I just smiled, feeling under the water for the little outline of his dick with my finger; he was indeed shrunken down to almost nothing. “You know the answer, my love. Just be proud.”

I made sure our exit was perfectly timed. We waded out directly in front of the group of eight university girls who were still lounging near the edge of their towels. Mark, cold and shrunken, tried to cover himself with his free arm, but I clamped down on his hand, holding it tight.

“Don’t be shy, Mark,” I whispered. “They’re just young women. They’re harmless.”

As we walked up to them, I smiled brightly. “Hi, girls! You look like you’re having fun!”

A cheerful blonde girl looked up. “Hi! Yeah, we are. We love this beach!”

“You sound American! Are you here on holiday?” I asked, stopping right next to them, still holding Mark’s hand captive. He was trying to melt into the sand, his eyes checking out his manhood in its least appealing state.

“We’re studying abroad in Athens for Spring Break!” another girl chimed in. “But we’re all from Texas! We just came down today for a beach weekend.”

“Texas! How fun!” I said warmly. “I’m Sarah, this is my husband, Mark.” I gave Mark a nudge. “Mark, say hi to the lovely college girls.” Mark managed a strangled, “H-hi.” He was entirely naked, flaccid, and freezing, standing in front of eight giggling American girls in their early twenties.

The conversation flowed, despite Mark’s mute, red-faced presence. I asked them about their time in Greece, their plans for the rest of their holiday, and finally, I got to the question I was most interested in. “So, you’re in swimming suits, but you’re not going full nude. Are you enjoying the atmosphere?”

The blonde girl, who introduced herself as Jessica, giggled. “Oh, my gosh, yes! It’s wild! We’ve been talking about it all day. We’ve never seen so many penises in one place! It’s actually hilarious and kind of awesome at the same time. We were recommended this beach by a friend who kept quiet about it being a nude beach.”

“Yeah,” another girl, a brunette named Chloe, added. “It’s so much more relaxed than we thought it would be. Everyone is just so chill about it. I mean, we saw the football game, and then that whole thing,” she gestured toward the now-clothed German couple who were packing away, and they all erupted in laughter again.

I asked Jessica, “So, if you’re feeling so relaxed, why not go all the way? Why the suit?” Jessica hesitated for a second, then confessed with a nervous shrug, “Honestly? I really want to go topless. I just haven’t had the guts to do it yet.” I looked at her. She had a wonderful, athletic build. “Nonsense, girl! You’re in Greece! This is the place for it. Go for it! With so much nudity here, you can certainly go topless to enjoy the sun and maybe not be noticed.”

Jessica glanced at her friends, a mix of excitement and apprehension on her face. Her friends cheered her on, and with a quick, nervous motion, she reached behind her neck and unhooked the clasp of her bikini top. She let the top drop, revealing two magnificent, perfect DD breasts. They were high, firm, and fully exposed to the sun and the beach. A small cheer went up from her friends.

Jessica instantly looked more confident, running a hand over her bare chest and beaming. “Wow. Okay. That’s a rush!” She reached down and sloshed tanning oil into her hands, then began to apply the oil all over her magnificent breasts slowly. I looked at Mark, his eyes locked on this young woman’s wonderful chest, and it happened almost instantaneously. The sudden, brazen sight of Jessica’s perfect, bare chest, combined with the adrenaline of our long conversation, the tanning oil, and the lingering Cialis, sent a shockwave through him. His small, cold, flaccid penis began to swell with furious speed. In what felt like seconds, he was fully erect again, the blood rushing into his shaft until he was hard and prominent, jutting out proudly from his lean frame. The sight of his quick, very public arousal in front of the object of his attention caused a fresh wave of delighted gasps and cheers from the American girls.

“Oh my God, Chloe, look!” one girl squealed, pointing at Mark’s bright red face and his proud, rigid penis. “He’s loving it!” another one laughed. “That’s amazing! It went up so fast!”

Mark’s face was the colour of a ripe tomato, his eyes wide with profound, paralyzing embarrassment, but he couldn’t move; I still had a death grip on his hand. I started to apologise for his state of arousal, but I was told it was just the show they were after; if only she could bring over some of the Greek boys to achieve the same.

“Mark, my brave boy,” I cooed, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “You see? They appreciate your effort! This is why we came here.” I looked at the girls, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “Girls, since you enjoyed the show so much, would you like to take a photo with him? A memory of your brave, naked Greek experience?”

The girls shrieked with excitement. “Yes! Absolutely, are you sure that’s okay!”

They scrambled up, surrounding Mark. Jessica stood right next to him, her beautiful bare chest inches from his shoulder. The girls crowded in, laughing and posing. Another of the group asked if we needed to wait for his ‘thingy’ to go down, only for the others to shut her down and say it would make it even better.

I took out my phone. Mark was positioned squarely in the centre, naked, fully hard, deeply mortified, but utterly trapped and surrounded. The seven cheering, beautiful, bikini-clad American college girls, one topless, were really enjoying this. I snapped a series of hilarious photos, including a couple where the girls were giving the small penis sign with their fingers, and one where Chloe was squatting with her face just inches from Mark’s throbbing penis.

“And one for me!” I called out, handing my phone to Chloe, who positioned herself to take a selfie of the group. The photos were spectacular. I winked at Mark. “See, darling? A moment you’ll never forget. You’re a college legend now.” As I said, Chloe was typing her email address into my phone, with the promise that I would send them to her.

We made our way back to our spot on the beach, and I decided to let the boys actually get some holiday relaxation in. We’d had a lot of fun, but it was tiring fun. I don’t think it was just us; within a couple of hours, exhaustion settled over the small cove as the afternoon wore on. The intense midday sun had softened into a golden haze, and the groups of naked bodies were beginning to pack away and leave. Mark, still navigating his slightly bewildered state from the day’s unexpected events, was now just grateful for the shade of the umbrella and the two hours of genuine downtime. We were all grateful for a pause in the fun and games.

*****

Chapter 5

“Time to rally the troops, soldier,” I said, patting Mark’s arm. “The sun is getting low, and I believe we have a fun journey to make.”

Mark groaned, stretching out on the towel. “You want me to drive back naked again? At least let me wear my shorts for the walk.” I had to remind him his shorts were back at the hotel and that I would keep his towel close for ’emergencies.’

Emily, kneeling by Tom to help him fold the beach towels, chimed in. “Don’t forget the rule you were given, Mark. Sarah says you are a man of commitment. You agreed to nothing but your towel from the hotel door to the hotel door. And since you’ve come this far, a towel seems surplus to requirements at this point. I suggest the rest of the journey is au naturel. And to make it fair, Tom will join you naked in the car.”

Tom let out a heavy sigh, but there was a resigned twinkle in his eye. “A full nude hike with a full day’s gear. This is going to be magnificent for you two, isn’t it?”

“Only the best for our brave ‘little’ boys,” I confirmed, being sure to emphasise the word ‘little’ in a playful way. I handed Mark the large, awkward beach bag and the now much lighter cooler. “These two items are your new modesty shields. Enjoy.”

The packing was a delicate operation. Mark, committed to his nude state, hoisted the heavy, rigid cooler under one arm and the large straw beach bag over his opposite shoulder, its size and shape demanding he use his free hand to steady it. Tom, also still nude, was laden with the neatly rolled beach mats, a stack of sandy towels, and a couple of water bottles. They were so physically encumbered by the gear that trying to cover themselves was impossible subtly; they simply had to walk with their arms stuck out, balancing the load, dicks exposed. Emily then collected up Tom’s shorts and T-shirt, tucking them into her handbag, a clear statement of purpose for Tom’s benefit.

Emily and I slipped our sundresses over our swimsuits and topped off our looks with our wide-brimmed hats. All we carried were our handbags, mine containing Mark’s hotel towel, and Emily’s having Tom’s clothes safely stowed within. I pointed to the steps leading from the beach to the trail and the quarter-mile walk up to the car. The guys dutifully led the way and said goodbye to our beach neighbours as we trailed behind them, sharing a conspiratorial grin.

As Mark and Tom navigated the winding path ahead of us, the late-afternoon sun bathed the landscape in a warm, golden glow. The dense, low bushes provided a sense of seclusion. Yet, the openness of the trail ensured they were fully exposed to anyone who might pass by. Mark, carrying the heavy cooler and large straw beach bag, walked with a determined stride, his free hand steadying the unwieldy load. Tom, similarly burdened with beach mats, towels, and water bottles, followed closely behind, his steps a bit more hesitant but equally resolute.

Around the first bend, they encountered two middle-aged Greek women riding horses. The women, dressed in traditional riding attire, tight-fitting jodhpurs, and tailored jackets, reined in their horses as they approached the naked men. Their dark, wavy hair was pulled back into neat ponytails, and their olive skin glowed with a healthy sheen, a testament to their active lifestyle. One of the women, with piercing dark eyes and a mischievous glint, leaned down from her saddle and called out something in Greek. Tom mumbled back, saying, “English,” and she responded in accented but fluent English, “Well, well, what do we have here? A couple of brave souls enjoying the great outdoors!”

Mark and Tom exchanged a glance, a mix of embarrassment and defiance in their expressions. Mark, ever the first to respond, managed a nervous smile. “Just a bit of fun on our holiday,” he replied, his voice steady despite the flush creeping up his neck.

The other woman, very petite with small perky breasts showing behind a tightly fitting button-down shirt, a twinkle in her eye, and high cheekbones, added, “I must say, you two are quite the sight. And both of you are brave to be so open, aren’t you? It’s normally men with a ‘large one’ who are so bold.” Her comment was met with a chorus of laughter from her companion, and Mark and Tom couldn’t help but join in, the tension easing slightly.

I could see that Tom was either suffering from a bad sunburn on his face or the embarrassment was hitting him quite hard. His thin penis seemed a little smaller than it was at the beach. After a minute of small talk between these ladies and Emily, we all moved to the far edge of the path to allow the horses to pass. This left Mark standing side-on to me, allowing me to realise now that the Cialis was still affecting him. He wasn’t pointing skyward, but it was definitely on an upward trajectory.

As the women rode off, their laughter fading into the distance, Mark and Tom continued their journey, the encounter leaving them with a renewed sense of vulnerability and exposure. The path wound on, and soon I recognised we were approaching the last bend before the parking area. Tom, who was now seemingly keen to get his naked walk over quickly, had stormed on ahead by ten meters or so when he all but stopped, waiting until we had rounded the sharp bend and all caught up. We encountered two young couples, probably late teens or early twenties, heading towards the beach. The women in the couples, dressed in stylish bikini tops and flowy skirts, stopped in their tracks, their eyes widening with a mix of surprise and confusion. I was about to step forward to avoid an angry confrontation and say it was my fault, but on seeing both girls begin to giggle, their hands coming to their mouths. Their eyes flitting between each of our men’s penises, I realised they were cool with our naked duo.

“Wow, these guys are really going for it, aren’t they?” one of the women exclaimed in a posh English accent, her red hair cascading in loose curls down her back, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with amusement. She turned to her companion, a young stocky man in shorts and a T-shirt, and nudged him playfully. “Why don’t you join them? It looks like so much fun!”

The young man shifted uncomfortably, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “Nah, I’m good, thanks,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Mark and Tom. The other woman, not to be outdone, turned to her own partner, a similarly reluctant-looking man of at least six feet five with close-cropped hair wearing an Arsenal football shirt. “Come on, babe, live a little! It’s just a walk to the beach. Who cares if you’re naked? We’ll all be clothes-free in fifteen minutes anyway!”

Her companion shook his head, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. “No way, I’m not doing that. You go ahead if you want, but I’ll pass. I’m still not even sure I can do it when we get to the beach! Plus, I wouldn’t want to make these two guys feel inferior either.”

As Emily broke out in uncontrolled laughter at his ‘inferior’ comment, the young woman shrugged, a shared look of amusement passing between them. “Suit yourselves, and you say you are a stud! How can these two lovely ladies just take you at your word?” The one with the Arsenal fan said, winking at Mark and Tom. “You two are the real heroes here. Enjoy your walk!”

As the couples continued on their way to the beach, Mark and Tom resumed their journey, the encounters leaving them with a sense of accomplishment and a renewed appreciation for the freedom and exposure they were experiencing. The path ahead was clear, and the car was within sight, a beacon of relief and the end of their naked odyssey. With each step, they felt a growing sense of camaraderie and a shared understanding of the unique experience they were undertaking, a bond forged in the face of vulnerability and exposure. Seeing that the car park was still busy, with a couple of families, we gave the guys their towels and shorts to avoid causing a scene.

As Mark and Tom settled into the small hire car, the beach gear piled high in the back, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and residual embarrassment from their naked trek. Mark took the driver’s seat, his towel now spread across his lap, providing a thin veil of modesty. I slid into the passenger seat beside him, my eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction. Tom, who’d hardly said a word since we left the beach, climbed into the back, his shorts still on but his discomfort palpable.

“Come on, Tom, don’t be shy,” Emily cooed from the back seat, her hand already reaching out to stroke his thigh. “Why not join Mark, who is following Sarah’s rules. No clothes in the car. It’s part of the fun, remember?”

Tom shifted uncomfortably, his face flushing a deep red. “But it’s so cramped back here,” he protested, his voice barely above a whisper.

Emily leaned in closer; I’m sure her breath was hot on his ear. “Exactly, darling. The confinement will make it all the more exciting. Besides, you’re already getting hard, aren’t you?” I looked over my shoulder into the back. I saw as she deftly unbuttoned his shorts, her fingers brushing against his growing erection, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Tom, followed by her forcing his buttocks off the seat and roughly managing to get his shorts below his knees.

In the front, I wasn’t to be outdone. I turned to Mark, my hand resting lightly on his thigh, my touch electric. “You’re doing so well, my brave boy,” I purred, my fingers inching higher, teasing the edge of his towel. “Let’s see how well you can drive with a little distraction, shall we?”

Mark’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as I broke the knot in the towel, then closed around his length, my thumb circling the sensitive tip. He let out a low groan, his eyes flitting between the road and my smiling face. Emily, who was sitting behind me, must have had a magnificent view of what I was doing with Mark’s rock-hard dick in such a confined space.

At the next intersection, a van pulled up beside us, its whistles and catcalls filling the air, the man next to me shouting. “Show me boobies, boobies!”. Emily, undeterred, leaned forward, her breath hot on Tom’s ear. “They can see you, but they won’t be seeing my boobies!” she whispered, her hand moving with purpose. “Let’s give them a show,” she said to me. I looked back and saw Tom’s body tensing, his face flushing a deep red as he tried to maintain composed whilst getting a hand-job in view of two Greek workmen, the thrill of being seen likely adding to his arousal.

Mark floored it away at the earliest gap in traffic and navigated through the busy streets, each stop at a traffic light or encounter with another vehicle became a game of chance and excitement. A couple of women in an open-top Jeep, sitting high on knobbly tyres, drove by, their confused eyes locked on the scene unfolding in the hire car, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement. I, my confidence bolstered, turned to Mark, my eyes gleaming with challenge. “Let’s see how far we can take this, shall we?” I murmured, my hand moving with firm, insistent strokes.

The car filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and occasional moans, our teasing hands roaming freely, stoking the fire of their men’s arousal. The journey became a dance of danger and desire, each mile a test of their courage and control. Finally, we pulled into the hotel parking lot, the car shuddering to a halt. Emily and I released the hard dicks from our grasps, both men likely close to the edge, their bodies throbbing with unspent desire. Mark quickly re-wrapped his towel, Tom pulling his shorts up awkwardly to his waist, Emily teasing him as he tried to stuff his erection into his tight shorts. We all exited the vehicle quickly, us ladies with eyes gleaming in satisfaction, and pussies soaking with sexual desire, led the way into the hotel, our hips swaying with each step.

“Remember, boys,” Emily called over her shoulder, a playful smile on her lips, “We have a dinner reservation in an hour. Make sure you’re presentable.”

As we reached our respective rooms, Mark and I shared a knowing look, a promise of what was to come. Inside our room, we wasted no time, my clothes falling to the floor in a heap as we tumbled into the shower, the hot water cascading over our bodies, mingling with our passion.

I pressed Mark against the tiled wall, my lips finding his in a hungry kiss. My hands roamed his body, exploring every inch of him as the water pounded against our skin. I trailed kisses down his chest, my tongue circling his nipples before continuing my descent, my intentions clear.

Mark’s head fell back against the wall, a guttural moan escaping his lips as I took him into my mouth, my tongue and lips bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. I looked up at him, my eyes locked on his, as I took him deeper, my hand working in tandem with my mouth, driving him wild with pleasure. The earlier teasing, the naked fun, and the Cialis were all too much for him, and I pulled my mouth away just in time. I stroked him firmly and at a pace to ensure his orgasm was the most powerful, his cum spattering all over my shoulders and tits, his moans likely enough to get a complaint from the room next door.

When we finally emerged from the shower, our bodies slick and satisfied, we quickly dried off. I jumped onto the bed, spreading my legs wide, inviting Mark to join me. He didn’t hesitate and positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes locked on mine as he lowered his head to my most intimate place. His tongue found my clit, circling and teasing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was so happy I had shaved my pussy, just leaving a neat landing strip, which I am sure helped his tongue work as I moaned, my hips bucking as he sucked and licked, his skilled mouth driving me wild. The sensation was intense, each flick of his tongue sending me closer to the edge.

As my first orgasm crashed over me, I cried out, my body convulsing with the force of it. Mark continued his relentless assault, his fingers joining his mouth, thrusting into me as he brought me to a second, even more powerful climax. I screamed his name, my body shaking with the intensity of my release.

Mark, his own desire heightened by the sight and sound of my pleasure, the Cialis ensuring he was rock hard and ready, quickly positioned himself at my entrance. With one powerful thrust, he was inside me, his hard length filling me. He began to move, his hips pounding against mine as he drove into me with a ferocious intensity.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, meeting each of his thrusts with my own. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. He came in for a kiss, and my wetness all over his face actually made me feel so sexy as we kissed passionately. The room was filled with the sounds of our passionate encounter, our moans and gasps echoing off the walls.

Mark’s pace quickened, his body tensing as he approached his own second climax. I could feel him swelling inside me, his length pulsing as he neared the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep, his body shuddering as he released his seed, filling me with his hot, sticky essence, in turn sending me over the edge for a third time.

We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Mark rolled off me, pulling me into his arms as we lay there, our bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking. We both took another quick shower to clean the sex off our bodies before dressing for dinner.

When we finally emerged from the room, our faces flushed with a secret knowledge, a shared intimacy that needed no words. We met Tom and Emily in the hotel lobby, their faces mirroring ours.

Over dinner, the conversation flowed easily, the tension of the day giving way to a comfortable camaraderie. I, my eyes shining with mischief, leaned in close to Emily, my voice low but filled with pride. “You won’t believe what Mark and I got up to in the shower,” I began, a smirk playing on my lips. “I blew him, then he sucked my clit so expertly, driving me wild. The Cialis had him rock hard again, and he pounded me until I orgasmed twice. Then, he blew his load, and it was absolutely incredible, sending me over the edge again. He was so worked up from the car ride, and I just had to have him right then and there.”

Emily’s eyes widened with amusement, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “Well, well, it seems our boys had quite the adventure today, didn’t they?” she replied, her gaze flicking to Tom, who blushed deeply, a mixture of embarrassment and pride in his expression. Emily told me her own tale of sex with Tom, which was equally hot, stating how she didn’t even get a chance to strip off, just pulling the gusset of her bikini bottoms to the side.

As the night wore on, the four of us laughed and reminisced about the day’s events, our bond strengthened by the shared experiences and the intimate moments that had brought us closer than ever before.

*****

Chapter 6

The next two days were a whirlwind of exploration and indulgence as we immersed ourselves in the local Greek culture. We started our mornings with leisurely breakfasts on the hotel terrace, savouring the fresh, locally sourced ingredients that burst with flavour. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sweet scent of honey-soaked pastries, setting the tone for the day. We wandered through the narrow, cobblestone streets of the town, where whitewashed buildings adorned with vibrant bougainvillea created a picturesque backdrop. The local market was a sensory feast, with stalls overflowing with colourful fruits, vegetables, cheeses, and olives. We sampled olives straight from the barrel, their briny tang a perfect complement to the crisp, artisanal bread. The friendly vendors, eager to share their culture.

We had a recommendation for a local restaurant, and we feasted on dishes like moussaka, souvlaki, and fresh seafood caught that very morning. An amazing meal, accompanied by lively conversations, mostly reminiscing about our two beach days.

As we enjoyed our meal, I couldn’t help but notice the English couple sitting at the next table. The man, appearing to be over forty, was with a younger woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties. At first, I naively assumed they were father and daughter, but when I saw him push his hand up her thigh, I realised they must be a couple. I was sure they were eavesdropping on our stories of naked guys on the beach, whispering to each other with curious glances in our direction.

At one point, Emily was recounting the naked football match. She recalled the large erect penis slapping about and nearly taking an eye out. This caused the woman next to us to almost choke on her wine, spraying her man in white wine, followed by a subtle laugh she struggled to contain.

“I’m sorry if we are being too loud and crude!” I said with a hint of apology in my voice. She laughed again and said we were making her night. The guy seemed less impressed, but didn’t say anything. I scolded Emily for telling inappropriate stories in a public place, and she apologised as well.

The woman smiled and simply said she wished she’d been there. Her man then seemed a bit cross and asked if he wasn’t enough for her, but she said she’d have wanted him to join in the game and strut his stuff. She then asked where this beach was, and Emily gave her a general idea of where to go. Again, her man didn’t seem so keen, and I didn’t want to cause them grief, so we changed to a different topic, discussing whether we thought taking a cruise would be a good idea. That night faded away in a relaxed manner, all of us taking an early night, clearly exhausted from the sun and all the walking we had done.

The following morning, as we sat down for breakfast, we were surprised to see the German couple we had encountered at the beach. She was wearing expensive-looking clothes and jewellery. Her husband, also in designer gear and wearing a Rolex, smiled our way too. They spotted us and came over to our table, greeting us warmly in their excellent German-accented English.

“Ah, the brave souls from the beach!” the woman exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I nearly didn’t recognise the men with their clothes on. You four certainly know how to have fun!”

Her husband, with a chuckle, added, “We have a villa on the grounds with a private pool and BBQ. Why don’t you come over for lunch? It would be our pleasure to host you.”
We exchanged glances, our eyes filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity. “That sounds wonderful,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face. “We’d love to.” Heidi, with a satisfied smile, introduced herself and her husband. “I’m Heidi, and this is Karl.
We look forward to welcoming you to our villa.” Emily went around the table introducing names, and they scurried off to eat their breakfasts.

After breakfast, I went for a run, and Mark did laps around the big pool. Exercises done and showers had, we made our way to the villa complex, following their directions. The villas were nestled in a lush, green landscape, each one more beautiful than the last. As we approached their villa — the last on the property and slightly higher than the others — we were greeted by a sparkling blue pool and a beautifully manicured garden. The villa itself was a stunning blend of modern and traditional architecture, with large windows offering breathtaking views of the sea, yet secluded enough to feel like a private space.

Tom rang the little bell, and Karl opened the door to greet us. As I had suspected might be the case, he was totally naked except for his Rolex and a thin gold chain around his neck. As we entered the villa, Heidi greeted us, a glass of white wine in her hand. She wore an elegant blue two-piece swimsuit with a semi-opaque cover-up. “Please, gentlemen, make yourselves comfortable,” Heidi said, her voice firm yet inviting. “But first, you must strip naked. This is my house rule, and I insist that all men are naked when they are here, even the hotel staff.”

Mark and Tom exchanged embarrassed glances, their faces flushing with a mix of mortification and excitement. Emily and I, however, were quick to encourage them. “Come on, boys,” Sarah said, her voice playful and reassuring. “It’s just a bit of fun. You’ve done it before, and it’s quite liberating, isn’t it?”

Heidi nodded and clarified that she’d already seen them both naked, and more! A slight smile on her lips. With a deep breath, Mark and Tom complied, shedding their clothes, folding them neatly onto the chairs in the small hallway, leaving them standing naked. We entered the villa’s spacious living room.

Heidi was clearly the one in charge, bossing Karl about with an air of authority. She enjoyed grabbing his penis and showing it to us, comparing it to Mark’s and Tom’s. “Karl has quite the impressive specimen, don’t you think?” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Mark, yours is quite small, isn’t it? Maybe five centimetres? And Tom, yours is a bit longer but very thin. Karl here is well-endowed, as you can see.”

The men, despite their initial embarrassment, seemed to relax as Emily and I continued to tease and flirt with them. I was keen to let Heidi know both men measured up okay when they needed to, and she responded with a curt, “We will see later, I am sure.”

We spent the afternoon around the pool, the men naked and the women in our sundresses, sipping cocktails and soaking up the sun. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of tension and excitement, each interaction more daring than the last.

Heidi, ever the dominant one, ordered the men to fetch her drinks and snacks, and they complied without hesitation. “You men are so useful when you’re naked,” she commented, a smirk playing on her lips. “It’s like having personal servants at your beck and call.”

As the day wore on, the teasing and flirting became more intense. We would have them jump in and out of the pool, pulling down our sunglasses to watch them climb out, then jump in again. Tom commented that the pool wasn’t very warm and that he’d have to warm up for much longer before swimming. Heidi, ever the instigator, ordered him and Karl over to her. She grabbed at Karl’s penis, stroking it playfully and comparing it to Tom’s, which was shrivelled up by the cold water. Twice, he tried to cover up, and Heidi leaned over, slapping at his wrists to give her a full showing again.

“Karl, why don’t you show these boys how it’s done?” Heidi suggested, her voice low and sultry. “Give them a little demonstration of what a real man can do.” Karl, with a shy smile, complied. He operated like an obedient dog, perhaps even boosted by Heidi’s encouragement. He performed a series of impressive dives, swimming backstroke with his penis protruding out of the water, and his party piece, much to the amusement and awe of all of us, swinging his penis around like a propeller. Heidi seemed very proud of him and even said something in German that sounded like a job well done.

We all drank and laughed the afternoon away as Karl lit the BBQ, bringing out an impressive selection of meats, Emily not missing the opportunity to remind him to be careful not to cook his Bratwurst or the boys’ chipolatas. He laughed and asked Heidi something in German. She replied, then stood up and walked over to where Tom and Mark were tanning on sunbeds.

“You boys need to help Karl with breads and salads now.” It was an instruction, not a request, and, to our amazement, both simply got up and followed Karl into the villa, where we heard him issuing instructions. With the men indoors, Heidi removed her cover-up. She carefully lowered herself into the pool, swimming gentle laps while keeping up with our conversations about other holiday destinations.

Dinner was soon served, the villa’s dining table being glass, giving the men nowhere to hide. Karl was an excellent host, constantly filling glasses, tidying things away, and generally keeping us all happy. Twice, he nudged his large penis into my arm as he leaned in to pour my wine. Heidi definitely noticed, and I wondered if he was doing well under her instruction. The conversation flowed as freely as the wine, and the laughter echoed through the villa as we ate barbecued lamb, sausages, and chicken.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the pool, Karl turned on the pool lights. Returning to refill Emily’s glass, he realised we were running low on wine. Heidi, ever the gracious host, decided to order more. She picked up the phone and called the hotel, requesting that a case of their finest chilled white wine be delivered to the villa. “They have excellent butler service here,” she explained. “They’ll bring it right to our table.”

True to her word, a short while later, the doorbell rang. Heidi turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Sarah, would you be a dear and answer that? I’m sure it’s our wine delivery.”

I made my way to the door, curious about what awaited me. As I opened it, I was greeted by a tall, attractive Greek man. The butler, dressed in a hotel-branded polo shirt and navy shorts, stepped inside and, without a word, quickly removed his clothes. Standing before me was a man with a chiselled physique, a perfect six-pack, and an average-sized penis that was perfectly shaped and shrouded by thick dark pubic hair. He carried a case of wine and placed it on the nearby table.

Emily, who had been watching from a distance, let out a gasp of amazement. “Wow, that’s quite the service they offer here!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.

Heidi, ever the one to seize the moment, reached into her purse and pulled out a one-hundred-euro note. She handed it to the butler with a smile, and he, in turn, took her hand and kissed it gently before leaving. As he walked away, Heidi couldn’t help but comment on his pert buttocks, a playful smirk on her face. As we continued our conversations, it became clear that she had found a willing hotel employee to keep her happy. She stated it was an expensive pursuit, requiring at least $100 each time, but since it was all Karl’s money, it was of little consequence. Mark later told me that Karl had told him he was a senior man at Mercedes and had also done very well in the stock market.

The men were all chatting away, seemingly oblivious to their nudity, content after their meal and copious amounts of fine wine. As the evening chill started to set in, Karl pulled the folding doors shut, and we moved into the lounge. It was quite small, not really designed for six people, with a three-seater and a two-seater leather suite plus a couple of large padded stools. Heidi had the four of us squeeze into the three-seater, the boys on the outside, and Emily and me between them. She told Karl to put on a movie and sat on the smaller seat. Karl used a fancy remote and flicked about. I was feeling a bit weirded out having to watch a film, but they had been excellent hosts and I didn’t want to be rude.

Tom asked what we would be watching, and Heidi said she had lined up a few short films when she knew we were coming over. Tom looked a little disappointed that it wasn’t an action film or similar. Still, he was too polite to press the issue. Karl eventually said it was ready, and he took his place next to Heidi.

Short films wouldn’t be my first way to describe what came up. It was porn, plain and simple. It started almost comically, with a plumber looking to fix a broken pipe for a woman dressed very provocatively. It wasn’t long before he was all filthy, she had him stripped naked, and the normal form took over. She sucked the guy, he stripped her and wend down on her, then they fucked in several different positions. What it was doing, though, was ensuring all three men were fully erect within the first ten minutes.

Soon Heidi was stroking her man, and it just felt natural to do the same for Mark. It started off feeling a little weird, like something that would happen at a teenager’s illicit party whilst the parents were away. Still, then it hit me, I’d never experienced such a thing, so it was actually incredibly erotic. As the man in the movie got close, he stood in front of his busty companion, soon spraying her face and tits with cum, a very impressive load. She lapped it up and sucked on the last of it oozing out of his huge penis.

As it ended, there were a few dark seconds on screen, then the next film started. This time it was set in a men’s changing room, five young guys in football kits stripping naked and fooling about, joking and flicking their towels at each other. Then two women in business attire, hair up, and glasses came in saying they were from HR and here to check up on reports of these men from the office team having made sexist remarks to women in the office.

They pretended to be shy, and the women demanded they do as told. The women were soon jerking and sucking, the men without a woman stroking themselves. It played out with the women soon removing their tops, but not removing their bras. The men eventually surround them and spray them both is ropes and ropes of cum, their hair, chests, and faces covered, cum dripping from their glasses and noses.

By now, I could see Mark was very close, and I had slowed down so he didn’t blow his load. As the women stood up and kissed each others cum soaked faces, Heidi stood up and pronounced that we should recreate this scene. I looked at Emily, and she shrugged. I was so horny by now that I just wanted to be fucked. I suggested maybe we should go now, as I needed to be fucked, and Heidi looked crestfallen.

“Please stay for this,” she begged. “We each just have our own man?” Emily looked at me and said something like, “You only live once.” So we let the guys stand up. But as I was about to get onto my knees in front of Mark. Heidi said to stop and ran out of the room, returning a short moment later with a tailor’s tape measure. “We measure first, yes?” she said. Taking the measure of Karl’s impressive erection. She called out that he was 24.9cm long and 16.8cm around. She used a Sharpie to write the statistics on Karl’s wrist. As she was doing this, the third porn film started. This one was a couple on a secluded beach. They quickly stripped and were fucking on the beach, starting in a 69, unlike the other, which had a much slower pace, each position lasting a lot longer.

She next measures Tom, despite his half-hearted attempt to avoid being measured. She called out 14.6cm for length, then 11.4cm around, again writing onto Tom’s wrist. He was staring at the big TV, likely as a distraction, and would take little strokes of his shaft, almost inadvertently, with his other hand. Karl, though, had no such issues and was jerking his large penis and squeezing his balls as he watched the porn movie.

Lastly, she stood next to Mark, noting that it had grown a lot. She manhandled his dick and got her measurements. 18.1cm and 16.2cm, again writing it onto the man’s wrist with her black Sharpie. It was all feeling a bit weird now. I just wanted to be fucked, and this was slowing the prospect of that down.

Heidi lined us up on our knees, our backs to the TV. Then our men were told to stand in front as she took their hands and forced them to their hard dicks. “Now you play!” she ordered, and both began to stroke in front of us, Heidi also taking her place in line. Mark was taking turns between looking at the TV and looking at me. I pulled on my dress to let him see my exposed nipples, and within a few seconds of that, he blew. He aimed down at my neck, knowing I wasn’t the biggest fan of getting cum in my eyes or mouth, his load hitting me and dripping down into my cleavage. For a man who had cum a lot in the last week it was a decent load, and I was hoping it wouldn’t spoil my dress.

When I looked over, Tom had also let himself go with cum all over Emily’s face and hair. She was using her fingers to scoop a large glob of cum out of her left eye. At the far end, Heidi was looking into Karl’s eyes. He lasted another 30 long seconds before unleashing his load in her face, her mouth wide open, tongue leaping out of her mouth to catch stray dribbles. She looked to be enjoying this a lot and seemed enchanted by her husband’s dick and cum-shot.

It felt really weird now, and we bid our farewells, our hearts full of new memories and our bodies tingling with the thrill of the afternoon’s adventures. The boys quickly dressed, and we left the villa, our minds racing with the possibilities of what the future might hold, and our spirits buoyed by the unexpected turn of events.

As we walked hand in hand, we all realised that Emily and I were covered in cum. Some I could still feel on my neck and upper chest. Emily even had a large glob dangling from her chin, the gooey fluid swinging like a pendulum as she walked. She was about to wipe her face, but Tom stopped her. She said he’d done the dares she’d set; now it was her turn. She had to go in and get their room key like this, knowing the evening staff on the desk were both male and would always eye up every woman that they saw.

I never handed in our key, so I left them to their game. I think Mark wanted to watch, but I needed to be fucked, and every second we watched, I wasn’t getting what I needed, so I pulled him back to our room. Mark took a while to get hard again, so he used his tongue until ready, eventually giving me what I needed. As we lay there afterwards, Mark said that was one hell of a last night for any holiday!

We traded email addresses with Emily and Tom, and hope to holiday with them again sometime. But to date, we’ve not been able to make it happen. But next year we have all pencilled in two weeks in Spain. We cannot wait.

Epilogue

I did share the pics taken with Mark and the girls from Texas, but I blurred his face first, just in case. Emily and I have also shared pics of our boobs with the boys as a thank you for the hours of fun they gave us.

The End.

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