Helicopter man, a short story by dave.looker. Date added: 2011-05-14. Times viewed: 12691.
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- Intro: m7f, voy, I watched my shy wife get laid !
What would you do if you saw my wife lying naked on a secluded beach ? That is how Richard first saw her, a few years ago, and he came up for a closer view. We were on holiday at the time in the Canaries. Sue is normally very shy, but we had walked along the cliff tops a few times and noticed people bathing nude in the secluded coves below, so far down that it was impossible to see anything, other than notice that they appeared to be nude. I managed to persuade Sue to join me in one of the coves one day. Even though we had the small area of beach to ourselves, it was a couple of hours before Sue took her clothes off. At the end of the day, Sue admitted that she had enjoyed the experience, especially swimming nude, and agreed to repeat the fun the following day.
This time she took her clothes off immediately. We both lay soaking up the sun for about an hour, when Richard walked up to us. Instead of trying to hide her body, Sue hid her face with her arms, not wanting to look at him. Richard was also naked. Not a pretty sight, he was older than us, and somewhat overweight, especially his belly, which hung so low that it almost covered his dick. He stood looking at Sue, but talking to me, introducing himself and asking if he might join us. I nodded and he sat down on a rock, from where he could still get a good view of my wife.
Richard was Canadian. He claimed to be a helicopter pilot, and owned a property nearby, which he didn’t get to visit often enough. Chat came easy. After a while Sue became interested enough to stop ignoring him and sat up to accept a glass of wine which he produced from the bag he was carrying, which also contained his clothes. She joined in the conversation, asking him lots of questions about his house, which he claimed needed a woman’s touch to turn it into a home. Richard didn’t have a wife.
I told them that I needed to pee, and strolled down to the sea, leaving them chatting. The place was so deserted that I could have simply peed into the edge of the water unseen, but I waded out until my privates were submerged below the water before clouding the crystal clear ocean. I wallowed about in the warm sea for a while, spreading it around, whilst watching the couple that I had left alone on the beach. Occasionally I could hear Sue laughing, but I had no idea what they were talking about. I gave them lots of time, unable to believe that my shy wife was allowing this stranger to look at her naked body.
When I left them, his dick was hidden below his hanging belly. When I returned he was sitting with his hands behind him, leaning back, with his dick clearly visible. It was sticking straight up, fully hard. It was not as long as mine, but was much thicker. Sue didn’t seem to be looking at it, but she must have noticed it. She had probably got used to it, as they continued to talk, eventually breaking their conversation to invite me in. Sue had agreed that we would join Richard for dinner. He was paying, and was going to meet us at our apartment. I sat nodding, happily agreeing, whilst trying to hide my own erection. The idea that this man was so obviously excited by my wife was turning me on.
“It must be sad to have so much and no-one to share it with”, Sue told me after Richard had gone. He left early, because he had things to do, and because he wanted us to have some time on our own to enjoy. I was certainly ready to enjoy being alone with Sue. I let her see my erection, which was standing really proud now.
“I’ve got much more than him”, I told her, waiving my naked dick around so that she knew what I meant. She laughed and hugged me. After a quick look round she allowed me to slide it inside of her. A quick fuck on the beach, in the open air, then we both ran into the sea together, still naked, washing away the evidence. We hugged each other, sliding our smooth wet skin against each other, enjoying the freedom of being naked in the clear blue sea for ages. There was no mention of our new friend, who Sue had also seen naked. I never found out if she had noticed that he had a hard on. We ran back to our towels, dried off, then walked back to our apartment.
Richard arrived very early to collect us. Sue was still in the shower.
“Can I tell her I’m here ?” he asked. I smiled and opened the bathroom door. Richard walked straight in. I was beginning to worry that Sue might get mad with me, but then I heard her laughing. I poked my head through the door and saw Richard stood pushing his hands inside the shower cubicle and soaping Sue’s back. She didn’t turn round, even though he was coaxing her. She ordered him to leave her alone and wait outside. He obeyed.
He was sitting next to me on the bed when Sue joined us. She was wrapped in a towel. She had fixed her make-up and hair in the bathroom, but all of her clothes were in the bedroom. We only had the one room. She sat on the bed too.
“I’ve brought my camera. I want to take a photo of you before we go out”, he told her.
“Where are we going ? What shall I wear ?” she asked. Richard had stood up and was preparing his camera. He reached forward and unwrapped her towel. Sue laughed as he took the photograph of her completely naked.
“That’s just perfect” he said.
“I can’t go out like this”, Sue told him, not even trying to cover her body.
“Its very hot. Just wear a wrap. We’re going to my place” he told her. “Don’t worry - its in the middle of nowhere - no-one will see you” he added. Sue found a cotton wrap that she uses for the beach and tied it around her. She was wearing nothing else. It was almost see through as we walked along the street to where he had parked his car. The split front showed all of her legs, almost showing her cunt. I had to disguise the bulge in my shorts as I climbed into the car. I was placed in the back, with Sue up front.
We drove out of town, then along a dirt track through some fields up to a white farm house that really was in the middle of nowhere. Proudly he showed us round. There was no doubting that it was his. The house was in good condition, but nowhere in the house was finished. Every room had at least one wall still not painted. We sat at a table and chairs outside on the terrace to drink wine. A white van bounced along the dusty track towards us.
“This will be the food”, Richard told us. The van stopped by where the gate should have been and a young man climbed out carrying a large cardboard box. He placed it onto the table, flashing a very broad smile at Sue as he spoke to her. Neither of us knew what he had said, but Sue responded with a big smile of her own. She had no idea that her wrap had opened up enough for him to see her pubic hair. The boy stood unpacking the box, setting the table with real plates, glasses and cutlery, the served out the food. He left us to enjoy our meal. It was very good.
We drank lots of wine, taking our time over the meal, and chatting a lot. It was very dark out in the countryside, but Richard had candles. He told us that at this time of year it was often possible to see shooting stars. He insisted that we join him on the roof and wait until we saw one, which he said was guaranteed. Sue went to the bathroom while Richard searched for some mattresses. We followed him up some stairs at the side of the house onto the flat roof. Richard laid the mattresses onto the sun beds that were already up there, then stripped his clothes off.
“No-one can see us”, he told us, as he lay naked on one of the beds. Sue untied her wrap and lay on the bed next to him. I undressed too and took the bed on the other side of her. Richard was right. We saw several shooting stars as we lay sipping our wine and staring at the night sky. After a while Sue started to snore. I apologised and said we should go.
“Leave her. I often sleep up here”, he told me. Spending the night seemed like a sensible option. Richard had drunk as much as we had, and it was so dark that it was impossible to see the road down below us. Soon I also fell asleep. I think it was the sound of the birds that woke me up. The candles had all burned out, but it was becoming light. I became aware of another sound. It took me a while to realise what it was. I sat up to look.
Richard was on his knees at the foot of Sue’s bed. His head was between her thighs and he was licking her cunt. The sounds I heard was Sue moaning. She was enjoying it. I just sat and watched, squeezing my own naked dick, wondering if Sue knew that it was Richard who was giving her pleasure. Her moans grew louder. I knew that he had made her cum. Richard crawled along the bed until his face was staring down into hers.
“Good morning”, he said. Sue was in no doubt at all now that his huge frame lay on top of her. She turned her head and saw me. I was sat naked, holding my erection, watching and smiling at her. She kissed Richard briefly on the lips, thanked him, then looked at me again. I was smiling and nodding, and still squeezing my dick. Sue slid her hand along his naked body until she found his dick. She took hold of it and steered it into position at the entrance to her vagina. After a couple of pushes from Richard it was completely inside her.
He fucked her slowly and gently, but Sue still panted with every thrust. It probably didn’t take very long, but he seemed to last for ages. I came before he did. It’s hard to explain how exciting it is to watch your wife having sex with another man. I never thought that I would ever find out. The experience made us all hungry. Richard cooked us bacon and egg, which we devoured gratefully, then drove us back to our apartment. Later that afternoon Sue and I walked back to our secret cove. There was another man already there. Sue refused to go down and join him. We went to another beach, with more people on it, some of them nude, but Sue kept her bikini on. I couldn’t complain. I’d had the experience of a lifetime.
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