The latest story in the saga that began with The Tale of Our Isle.

"Ding dong," went the doorbell.

The door swung open, and the beautiful, big-titted babe stood in the doorway. Her sandy-colored brown hair hung down past her shoulders. She was wearing a gauzy peasant blouse with puffy, three-quarter sleeves. The frilly neck of the blouse was scooped low, revealing the impossibly long extent of her considerable cleavage.

Underneath, a pair of huge, heavy breasts were stretched tightly under the thin, transparent fabric. A succulent pair of large, pink nipples the size of plums could be seen through the sheer cloth, protruding prominently through the front of her blouse. Her gorgeous face had an irritated expression, and her dazzling green eyes scowled.

"You are late," the girl scolded, sharply.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm only five minutes late," I replied, stepping through the door. I extended the pizza boxes to her with one hand, as I looked at the sexy sight of the babe through the viewfinder.

The babe smacked the boxes out of my hand, and they flew through the air, landing upside down on the floor.

"Your excuses are intolerable!" raged the gorgeous girl. "You know how I hate to be kept waiting!"

With that, her demeanor changed from angry to sultry, and her scowl turned into a sexy smile. Raising her arms, the babe slid her fingers into her thick hair, and tousled it all around, which made her luscious titties jiggle under her shirt. She leaned her head back, pointing her ample bosom at my face. She uttered a sexy gasp, and inhaled sharply. At that moment, her big tits began to visibly expand!

The soft, squishy spheres strained tightly against the thin fabric of the blouse. My viewfinder was fixed on two swelling nipples compressed under the cloth. Another gasp, and a sensuous moan, and the globes of flesh expanded further, filling all the volume under the blouse. The cloth drew tight and tense as the sound of rending fabric was heard. Another fitful gasp from the girl was accompanied by a slight rip... then a longer tear... and a shredding noise as the inflating orbs broke free!

The blouse parted and the pink globes of wonder spilled out, through the ripped tatters that remained of the destroyed garment. Released from their confinement, the creamy spheres bounced and jiggled as they settled near her waist. The babe's pink nipples were revealed, their tender flesh puckered in the middle, set inside smooth, shiny areolas the size of a saucer.

The babe's dazzling green eyes narrowed and her mouth opened wide in a "come hither" expression, as she turned from one side to the other, to offer sexy views of her gigantic breasts. Then she threw back her arms and allowed the rended remnants of her blouse to slide away from her shoulders. Now nude from the waist up, her thick, sandy-brown hair fell down over her shoulders and hung enticingly about her gigantic juggs.

Then the babe reached out and pushed me down! I could barely hold onto the camera as I felt flat on my back. The topless beauty mounted on top of me, straddling my crotch, and loomed over me with her tremendous titties. Looking up from the floor, she dangled her sexy nipples right over my face, taking care to not bounce them against the camera lens.

Looking down onto me, the voluptuous vision grabbed one overripe sphere and raised it to her face. Her tongue circled around her own juicy nipple as she sunk her fingers deeply into the ample breast flesh. She played with one of her huge tits, and then the other. After spending quite a lot of time showing off her bouncy boobs and succulent nipples, she scooted down my legs, leaned her boobs against my thighs, and thrashed furiously at the waistband of my pants. Then she drew out all 15 inches of my rigid cock.

"Finally!" said the lusty wench. Then she looked at me and scolded again. "You promised delivery in 30 minutes or less!"

Then she wrapped her full, sexy lips around my cock, and swallowed it into her luscious mouth. She hummed and moaned passionately as her head bobbed up and down on my engorged phallus. It felt so good, I had a hard time holding the camera! She bounced her head up and down on my pulsating beefstick, faster and faster. Then she uttered an enthusiastic groan as the corpulent shaft discharged its thick load into her eager mouth.

The babe sucked and licked all around my cock, gulping loudly, and then she popped her mouth off it, moaning enthusiastically as she licked all around its head with her serpentine tongue. Then she looked at the camera one more time.

"Next time, do not be late! I do not like to be left waiting!"

I let the camera roll for another 10 seconds and then turned it off.

"Hey, I think we got a real good video here," said I, to my voluptuous wife.

"That is gratifying to hear, My Handsome Husband," she replied, with a disinterested tone.

Annie sat up, her massive mammaries swinging and bouncing, her nipples quivering.

"We have been making very many of these movies of late. When might we finally schedule a debut for our website?"

I was hoping that Annie would not mention that. She was very eager for her porn site to go live, to finally post all the nude pictures and videos that I have been taking of her. For my own part, I was in no hurry to see Annie's expanding tits plastered all over the Internet.

"Sometime soon, babe. I told you, we need to create a lot of premium content before we can launch a first-class site. Otherwise, we won't be able to attract and keep customers."

That was a lie, of course. With Annie's gorgeous face, incredible body, and flabbergasting swelling tits, there was no way that she would not become a sensational smash hit overnight, the most amazing big tit model of all time. Except I was not eager to have my wife become the most popular masturbational fantasy doll in the history of pornography. So I was doing everything I could to delay the inevitable.

"Well Robert," declared Annie. 'There is one concession that I must require of you. I demand that we hire a proper photographer! I grow weary of your being constantly distracted by having to hold that camera. I would have you devote all your attentions to me, and leaving the photographic chores to the professionals."

What Annie really means is that she wants to perform for an audience. After her recent pole dance in Las Vegas, Annie made up her mind that she is an exhibitionist. That dance only whetted her appetite for other opportunities to show off her juicy tits to other guys. Annie would love to have several cameramen watching us fuck, along with a whole production crew as an audience. Hell, if Annie had her way, she would like to have us fuck on stage, before an entire auditorium full of men.

"Annie," I explained again wearily, "as you know, I really don't want a live audience watching our intimate times. I wish you could just be happy with elegant, sexy, erotic, soft-core modeling. Why do you have this impulse to make hard-core movies of us having raunchy sex?"

Annie glared at me, and for a second I caught a whiff of her thoughts. I momentarily "overheard" her mind saying that she did not intend that her hard-core movies feature the two of us. Annie closed her mind again, but her meaning was clear enough. Annie was willing to throw away our marriage and the trust between us to pursue these new thrills.

I did not want to admit that to myself or discuss the subject with her. I was afraid of where the conversation would go, and that I might hear something that I didn't want to hear. I was crazy about Annie. I've been crazy about her since I was 15 years old. I could not believe my good fortune that Annie found me, and professed her own love for me, and that she even married me. But she'd been growing distant in the weeks since that night in Vegas, when she declared her intention to pursue nude dancing and modeling. I couldn't bear to lose Annie, and I would have done anything to keep her, so I let the subject pass with no comment.

Though she would never admit it candidly, I know that Annie would really like to fool around with other men, on camera and off. So many times recently, Annie had expressed an interest in sucking other guys' cocks. But after the incident in Vegas, when she "virtually" sucked off her entire audience during a topless pole dance, she doesn't speak to me of such things to me anymore. As a matter of fact, she doesn't speak to me about a lot of things anymore. She's also been keeping her mind closed to me, and we've no longer been sharing our thoughts, as we have done since our first day together. I wonder what else Annie desires to do that she has also not expressed?

It didn't help that Annie has been pestered by porn producers ever since her "debut" in Las Vegas. I don't know how it happened, but somehow those piranhas found out who she was, and somehow got the number of our house phone. She keeps getting calls from all the big players, including Brassy Boys, The Pink Files, Juggs-A-Lot, and that greaseball Billy Breeze, who I nearly pounded at the convention.

I've intercepted most of those calls, but some of them got through to Annie anyway. These porn peddlers have all flattered Annie, turning her head, telling her what a big star she's going be, how much fun she's going to have, how all the guys are going to love her. Meanwhile, however true all that might be, as a man, I know what these assholes really want... to fuck my wife. Though she won't admit it, the saddest, most disappointing thing is, it seems that Annie would like that too. She's lost interest in the husband who already loves her.

So far, I've managed to keep my Annie at home, and stop her from being unfaithful. But Annie's behavior has been growing increasingly erratic over the winter. Once the weather starts warming up, and the season of short shorts and skimpy tops begins, I fear for the worst. I never used to mind that Annie wore sexy, provocative clothing. But Annie never used to flirt brazenly with other guys and give them encouragement like she does lately.

From our first day together, I knew that Annie wanted to flash her tits at other guys. At first I didn't mind. I thought it was funny, and I even encouraged Annie to lose her inhibitions. I figured Annie just wanted to be a pricktease, that she only got a kick out of showing her nipples to other guys, for them to look but not touch. But since she started acting more flirtatious and forward toward other men, it's become very clear that Annie's got cheating on her mind.

Worst of all, Annie has been growing aloof and detached, not caring about me or other people in the usual sense. She's lately been speaking of other people as "children" and talking a lot about toying with them, for her own amusement. With her extreme age and remarkable abilities, it almost seemed as if Annie were transcending mere mortals, and was developing an exalted view of herself. I really miss the days when Annie was all mine, when she was eager to be my devoted wife.

Among other things, Annie has lately been bugging me for another chance to dance on a bar and show off her tits in public. At first she wanted to go down and dance at the local strip clubs between Loveland and Denver.

"Oh Bob, I should so very much enjoy baring my teats once more! I do so wish to hear again the appreciative sounds of men, as they gaze upon my uncovered nipples! Allow me strut about on a stage here in our town! Do not deny me this, My Love! For if you do, I may do so anyway without your bidding!"

I was not going to let that happen. No way am I going to allow my voluptuous wife to bring out her tits on some stage in my hometown, where I know people, and where my son and daughter know people. But Annie is getting more and more restless and it's getting hard for me to find reasons to keep her at home with her shirt on.

The Nude Beach Affair

One day, I hit upon an eminent solution. Why not take Annie around to a nude beach?

"Oh Bob! You mean to say that there are public places where I might parade about in the nude, without legal reprisals? How can this be? Oh My Handsome Man, why have you not yet told me such places exist?"

I thought this might be a harmless enough way for Annie to show off her voluptuous body in public, in a setting where we could be together, where she would not create any trouble. As if giving Annie an opportunity to bare her expanding breasts in public would not create trouble! Oh well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Since the weather in Colorado was still cold, we wasted no time jetting off to Miami. We found ourselves in South Florida still in prime "snowbird" season, with tourists clogging the streets everywhere. American tourist traps are one of my pet peeves, since I have no patience for human congestion. I should have realized that Florida in February would be the worst time of all.

Before we left our hotel, Annie changed into her most sexy outfit ever. Annie wore her pink bikini bottoms, and instead of a top, Annie had on this sheer, pink beach cover-up, with matching hat. Annie's top hung low over one bare shoulder, and was completely see-through. Annie's nipples were clearly visible through that top, which concealed nothing, showed everything, and left nothing at all to the imagination.

"Well indeed, Robert," teased Annie, "we are, after all, going to a nude beach! This seemed to be an appropriate enough outfit to wear!"

I eyed Annie up and down, with a tingle in my pants at her sexy outfit.

"Oh, it sure is, Annie," I replied, "but we still need to drive to and from that nude beach!"

It was good that Annie and I had spent most of the morning rocking and rolling, and she drained my cock well enough to tide me over for a few hours. Otherwise, I'd have had to grab Annie right there and get her big tits out of that sexy, sheer top!

We walked out of our hotel, and every eye in the place watched Annie as she jiggled and bounced along in that see-through top. Annie really enjoyed the attention, for she had a little extra swing in her ass and bounce in her step as she walked, to make her plump melons bounce and jiggle even more! I had to admit, I really love being seen in public with such a hot babe! It is really an ego stroke to have every guy in the world hate my guts because I get to have Annie's naked limbs wrapped around me. I just wanted to keep it that way.

The valet brought our rental around, and his jaw dropped to see Annie as he got out of the car. His wide eyes were fixed on Annie's nipples as he handed me the keys, a prominent bulge in his pants.

"Why thank you, young man," flirted Annie as the valet held the door open for her.

Annie flashed him a sexy smile as he closed her door, and he looked down from above on her tits, which were resting on her thighs, unconcealed by that sheer top. I punched the gas and drove off. I intended to give him a tip, but he'll just have to settle for that woody he got from seeing my wife's nipples. I merged into Miami traffic, not yet realizing what the day ahead would bring.

Note to self: next time in Florida, don't rent a convertible! For one thing, the tropical sun beat down hot on us as we sat in bumper to bumper traffic. Worse yet, everyone in the nearby cars, also stuck in that slow-moving traffic, got a real good look at what Annie was wearing (or rather, not wearing!) I endured a steady stream of car horns, catcalls, flirtation, and general trash talk directed at my wife, the whole way to the beach.

A carload of college guys pulled alongside who were whooping at Annie like monkeys in the zoo.

"Whoa babe! Look at them tits!"

"Oh, hello there, boys," beamed Annie at those guys. She twirled her fingers to them as a wave, and then she reached her arms backward in her seat in a sexy stretch, to give them all an even better look at her tits. Then Annie swelled her big juggs a few more cup sizes, so that her massive melons pulled snug against her sheer top. I thought those animals were going to jump right into our car.

"Hey, fuck off, you assholes," I hollered at these losers, but they didn't even notice, their attention was fixed on Annie's tits.

"Hey gorgeous, where are you going today with them huge titties?" one of them shouted.

"We are off to Haulover Beach!" Annie chirped, "Would you boys care to join us?"

Luckily, those douche bags never got to hear Annie's reply. A hole in traffic opened up just then and I punched the gas, leaving those clowns behind. As we pulled away, Annie blew them a kiss.

"You know, Annie," I grumbled, "you really don't have to encourage all these shitheads."

"Oh Robert, pish posh," scoffed Annie, bringing her tits back to normal size, "those children were only being friendly! Shall I be rude in return?"

Rude, my ass. We both knew that Annie was prickteasing the fuck out of those assholes. I now knew how Bill Gillingham felt when Annie danced topless before all those guys at that Grateful Dead concert in 1975, or when she gave me that virtual blowjob that fateful day. I now knew what it feels like to be madly in love with a gorgeous, voluptuous slut.

I drove down the 1A1 along the shoreline, and entered the north parking lot of the beach, which was closest to our destination. Well, that lot was completely full. So I drove down to the bigger south lot, and was chagrined to see that that lot was very full also. I knew right then that it would be very crowded on the beach. We finally found an open spot on the far end of the south lot.

Haulover Beach is a popular destination in Miami, being the only nude beach in South Florida, and one of the oldest and largest nude beaches anywhere. As would be expected, Annie drew lots of stares as we exited our car and walked through the lot. We walked through the tunnel under the road, and then we were finally on the beach.

"Oh Bob, it is such a lovely day," exulted Annie, stretching her lithe limbs toward the sun. Annie kicked off her flip-flops and squished the sand between her plump little toes.

"Mmmmm.... the smell of the briny surf, the warm sun, the cool sea breezes.... Oh Bob, I have missed the ocean so! I have never been away so long from my Isle! We really must visit there sometime soon!"

"I'd like that, Annie," I replied. "You keep telling me about your Isle and it sounds wonderful. Maybe we could stay there for an extended period sometime. After all, we are running out of melon at home!"

Annie had lived on her Pacific Isle all those years with her first husband. But ever since our first day together in June, 2011, Annie has been with me in Colorado, or else we've been touring around the USA. I was interested in visiting her long-time home, but also somewhat wary, since it had been Bill Gillingham's estate, where he kept Annie all those years in her love nest/prison. But if we stayed on the Isle, we could be away from other people, and then Annie wouldn't have any other men to flirt with. I could only hope.

Apparently, we were still on the "textile" portion of the beach, where swimsuits were required. Every eye on the beach was focused on Annie as her watermelon-sized juggs bounced and jiggled underneath that see-through top. Annie was attracting a lot of attention, and smartphones were in the air as we passed by. Finally, two lifeguards approached us, a man and a woman.

"Um, excuse me," spoke the young guy, " but this is not the clothing-optional part of the beach. I'm afraid you'll need to cover up."

Annie just flashed him another of her bright smiles.

"But young man, I certainly am 'covered up.'"

The guy gulped as he looked down at Annie's quivering, plum-sized nipples, not-at-all concealed underneath the diaphanous fabric of the top. The sun danced over Annie's shiny areolas, as her fulsome mounds of flesh swayed gently from side to side. The bulge in his shorts was conspicuous. His female partner, quite annoyed, replied next to Annie.

"Listen, go ahead and talk in circles all you want, but the fact is that you are not appropriately attired for this part of the beach. I suggest you put on something else, now!"

"But my dear," Annie said innocently, "I have no other garments to wear!"

The girl lifeguard fumed angrily but had no comeback. It occurred to me that Annie could throw a towel over her shoulders, but then the male guard said to us, "Just move quickly down the beach."

Annie thanked them kindly but then laughed derisively.

"Oh my, what a dilemma I posed for them!"

I was troubled with Annie's attitude, how she was treating the rules so lightly. This was not like her, or at least not how she has always been. Annie was behaving aloof and indifferent toward the "lesser mortals." But she still enjoyed the appreciative stares that her huge boobs attracted, and was amused by all the comments generated by her unconcealed nipples. Annie smiled flirtatiously at all the men gawking at her boobs, which no doubt made their cocks grow even harder.

After striding barefoot for maybe a half-mile through the sand and surf, we finally saw the sign that demarked the clothing-optional part of the beach. Clearly, there were a lot more bodies on that side than the side where we had just been. A large number of male heads faced Annie's way, as they had been watching her amble up the beach toward them.

Annie jogged forward, leaving me behind, putting some distance between herself and me. Every male eye watched Annie's huge spheres of flesh rise and fall with each graceful stride, bouncing all around in all their fulsome delight. Annie arrived by herself, alone, at the nude portion of the beach.

"Oh, finally!" Annie said, once she was on the other side of the sign.

Annie doffed her hat into the sand and grabbed the bottom edges of her sheer top. In one fluid motion, Annie pulled the transparent pink cover up over the ample curves of her gigantic tits, and then over her head. Annie shook her head all around as she dropped the top, causing her sandy hair to blow about in the breeze, thereby sending her glorious globes in a pendulous swinging motion.

Now topless, Annie ran her fingers through her hair, striking a seductive pose in the sun and spray. The soft plums of Annie's rosy-pink nipples glistened in the sun's rays, and even from a distance, I could see the soft sheen of her nearly-translucent areolas. Pretending to not notice all the male eyes on her, Annie stretched her arms behind her head, turning herself one way and then other, making sure that her entire audience saw her exquisite nipples from every angle.

Most of the onlookers were sitting on the beach, and now rolled onto their bellies, or otherwise turned to awkward angles to try to hide the obvious effects that Annie's erotic presence were having on their respective cocks. The women within view glared bitterly at Annie, and turned angrily to their men for ogling her body, and for "reacting" to the sensual sight of her.

I saw the whole scene from afar, and took my grand old time walking up to my highly demonstrative wife. Annie stretched her arms backwards and thrust her considerable chest forward, in case there was anyone in her line of sight who somehow failed to notice the sight of her creamy, watermelon-sized, pink-tipped juggs. Annie turned her bare breasts to face me and pretended that she just noticed me for the first time.

"Oh Robert! There you are!" said Annie, disingenuously implying that I had been making her wait.

What a load of bullshit. Annie had already begun to wrap the whole beach around her finger, and she didn't need me distracting from her performance.

Annie reached her arms over my shoulders and wrapped them around my head. Then she opened her mouth and placed her lips against mine. Drawing me close, Annie smashed her bare nipples against my chest. I slid my hands onto her tiny waist in a perfunctory gesture of claiming my wife before the watching crowd. But Annie and I both understood that her ostensibly passionate public display of affection was not for my benefit.

Annie slid her fingers through mine as we walked down the beach. I was happy for that, but I was not yet ready to drop my own drawers just yet.

"Oh Bob, isn't this delightful fun?" enthused Annie, her full nipples quivering in the bright sunshine.

"Oh sure," I mumbled, dejected that I had brought Annie here just so she could have a whole beachful of pricks to tease.

Every eye on the beach watched Annie and I as we walked along. Invariably, all the men stared at Annie's tits, amazed at the sight of her firm but spongy breasts, each fifteen inches in diameter, swinging and giggling with each of sexy step. All of these guys were fascinated to see Annie's oversized nipples, each the size of a plum, about two inches in diameter, a nicer mouthful than anything they had ever seen, or had in their own mouths.

Invariably, without exception, Annie smiled flirtatiously at all the men staring at her tits, indicating her approval of their admiration. Invariably, all the women on the beach hated Annie on sight, some undoubtedly thinking that Annie's taut mounds of quivering breast flesh were disgustingly huge, while others wished that they had such a pair hanging from their own chests, instead of their own small, saggy, deflated bags of loose skin. I'm sure that a lot of those women felt both ways at the same time.

On one hand, I felt proud to be walking hand in hand with this voluptuous creature, nude except for her hot pink bikini bottoms. But on the other hand, it can be such a burden to have every single male eye staring at your wife's tits at all times, even when she's dressed. It's ten times worse when she's topless. Some of the women were admiring my buff frame, and that's always nice. But Annie still attracted 90% of the attention, so that I was mainly just her invisible appendage.

Nude at the Nude Beach

We walked until we were in the most densely populated area of the beach, and then Annie not-unexpectedly decided to pick that particular spot to lose her bikini bottoms.

Annie released my fingers and put her hands to her hips. With dozens of guys looking straight at her, Annie wiggled her plump ass as she worked the snug bottoms down onto her full thighs. Annie bent over very far, causing her massive melons to swing from side to side and bounce together, as she worked the bikini down to her knees and to her toes.

Instead of just letting her bottoms drop and stepping out of them, Annie made quite a spectacle of holding onto them, stepping one leg out and then the other, to maximize the swinging movement of her mammoth mammaries. Annie also angled her legs to spread her pussy wide open, to offer everyone around a perfect view of her full, swollen, hairless pussy lips, with her red, strawberry-sized clit bulging outwards, and the crinkled pink folds of her inner lips extending downwards the length of a finger.

Annie stood up again, and looked up at me, her enormous tits nearly touching my chest, a look of exhilaration on her face.

"Well Bob? I am now in the nude! It is now your turn!"

Annie looked up me expectantly. Call me old-fashioned, but I was feeling kind of nervous about dropping my drawers in mixed company.

So here I am with Annie at the busiest part of the beach. Also, on this beach full of tanned bodies, I felt self-conscious of my own pale body, especially my pale white ass, which hadn't seen the sun for months, after being cooped up during a Colorado winter. But what the hell, the moment had arrived. So I smiled feebly at Annie, and then bent over and quickly pushed my own swim trunks to the ground.

An audible gasp went up from the female onlookers as my partially erect tubesteak was revealed. My cock hung limp but plump, nearly down to my knees, maybe about two inches in diameter. It was not "standing at attention," but it was long and full instead of being short and shriveled, and it felt very sensitive and tingly under the sun's rays with the cool breezes blowing.

Annie and I stood there, both of us naked, in front of a crowd of nude onlookers. My wife was so gorgeous and sexy, the sun dancing over her ample curves, from her plump thighs, to the wide swell of her hips, the narrow taper of her waist. Her nude form complimented the overflowing abundance of her sexy, round tits, which hung down sensuously to her waist, tipped with the rosy buds of her soft, oversized nipples, set inside her shiny areolas. Annie's hair blew around in the breeze, looking completely seductive. I have no idea why my cock was not standing straight up. Still, it required all my will power to not grab Annie and fuck her right there, in front of that crowd.

Most everyone else on the beach looked like shit, with few exceptions. Most everyone was too fat or too skinny or too pale or too old, or just plain too ugly. Men and women alike had saggy, flaccid flesh and rolls of fat everywhere. Really, a nude beach is mostly a stupid idea, especially if you want to see beautiful bodies in the buff. In contrast, Annie and I must have looked like Olympians... Annie with her voluptuous, overripe body, her sweet, gorgeous face, and her creamy pink flesh, and I with my bulging muscles, chiseled features, and my fire hose of a cock dangling down over a foot from my crotch.

There were some fit guys, young and old, but not very many. And though about three-fourths of the nude bathers were male, percentage-wise, there were more good looking women than men. I myself attracted a lot more attention once I dropped my trunks, and I must admit, I liked it! Several gorgeous women were blatantly staring at my package. Since Annie was making such a spectacle of flirtatiously encouraging her male admirers, I decided to do the same with the girls who were giving me the eye.

There was this one sun-kissed blonde who peered over the top of her shades to admire my python. She was muscular but soft and sexy, with a trim waist and athletic thighs and calves. A tantalizingly round, full pair of tits hung down, with very soft-looking nipples, set within some wide areolas, encircled with bumps. The look on her face was priceless as she gazed at my cock, her mouth open in a look of surprise and wonder.

Another smoking-hot brunette was admiring my plumbing. She was a hot Latina, with thick black hair everywhere, piled up on top of her golden-brown shoulders, and hanging down her back. Her body was very ripe all around, with pleasingly-plump hips and thighs, and some over-full titties that hung down nearly to her round belly, adorned with a pair of dusky nipples, set inside a couple of oversized brown areolas. Her smoldering dark eyes danced with delight as she inspected my thick Johnson, wearing a sultry smile like Santa had given her just what she asked for under her Christmas tree.

Another girl was a red-head, with a tumbling mass of auburn curls, parted down the middle, and hanging down either side of her head. She was "slim but stacked," with lean arms and legs, but a hefty pair of soft and squishy juggs. Her pale flesh was dotted with freckles, on her shoulders, arms, chest, and legs. She had a distinct boundary on her breasts where the freckles ended, revealing the milky whiteness that had been concealed under her bikini top, where her soft juggs swelled to their widest and tapered down to long, wide nipples of nearly the same color as her white skin, set inside very pale, velvety-soft areolas. I'm sure every guy on the beach admired her red snatch, proving that "the drapes match the carpet." This girl stared at my cock intently, with almost a look of fear, as if she might turn and run away from it.

Of course, Annie outsmoked all of these girls, along with all the other hot chicks on the beach. But these girls were beautiful in different ways than Annie. There are so many different ways that a girl can be beautiful, as many different ways as there are beautiful girls. And now, being naked myself, I found the sight of so many naked women to be completely exhilarating. In that moment, I wished I could keep a harem of big titted babes of all shapes and sizes and colors. I felt the strong urge to grab all of them at at once, and roll around with them in a big pile of human flesh, with all of them rubbing their big tits against my face, chest and body at the same time.

My cock tingled excitedly to suddenly have my naked body be the object of so much female attention. Having married young and only being with my two wives, never before was I naked in front of strange women, let alone being out in the open at a public beach in front of so many at once. Man, this really was very exciting! I could not understand why my pecker was not standing straight up, but it surely was rippling up and down with sexual energy, generated by all these admiring female stares.

In that moment, I understood Annie's desire to show her tits in public to other guys! If a few big-titted babes staring at my cock can do this for me, what must it be like for Annie? I could only imagine how intense this feeling must be for her, with her powerful melon-endowed mental abilities, to tangibly sense all that lust, and to draw sexual energy from it. There were so many more men than women on the beach leering at Annie's nipples, and guys have such an intense sexual impulse compared to women. If this is what it's like, maybe I was an exhibitionist myself! Maybe Annie and I could make porno movies together after all!

My fire was now fully lit and blazing brightly. I turned to look at Annie, and she never looked so good. The air hung heavy with Annie's pheromones, affecting me and every guy downwind. Annie's green eyes glittered like a neon sign, and she made her nipples slightly swell and bulge out toward me, like an erotic offering. A nimbus of sexual energy crackled around Annie's head, and it seemed like she was floating, her toes hovering an inch above the sand. I thought maybe Annie was going to ascend from the ground and float in the clouds once more. I felt my cock begin to rise, partly from a developing erection, and partly from the sense of zero gravity emanating from Annie.

Annie stared at me seductively, and was casting her spell over me with her dazzling green eyes. Her lips were parted and her mouth was open, in a sexy "come hither" expression. Annie brushed a few hairs from her face that were blowing in the breeze. I moved closer toward my gorgeous babe, to take her hand and rise up from that beach and into the sky. But Annie's spell was abruptly broken by the arrival of a couple of helpful beach docents.

"Greetings!" spoke a decidedly unattractive middle-aged woman, perhaps pushing sixty, wearing a funny hat. "I'm Sally, and this is my husband Jeff. We're naturist volunteers here at the beach."

Both Annie and I crashed back to earth, both figuratively and literally, at this interruption. I was shaken and needed to compose myself. Annie recovered instantly and handled the introductions.

"Hello! I am Annie, and this is my husband Bob."

I waved absently, not speaking, as the arousing moment abruptly passed and the residual sexual electricity dissipated.

Sally and Jeff were aging hippie types. Sally had long-ish grey-streaked hair that might have been black in decades past. Her flesh was way too flabby, her hips were way too wide, and her breasts were.... ugh, never mind about those! Sally might have been kind of cute back in the Nixon administration, but then again, maybe not.

Jeff was way too skinny all around, and his loose chicken skin hung off his rib cage. He had a rim of wispy grey hair around the side and back of his skull, underneath a funny hat of his own. A thin, grey braided pony tail reached down his back, to go with his wispy grey beard. I wish I could unsee the sight of the tiny little acorn in his mostly-grey crotch hair. These two could be the poster children for why nude beaches should be banned. At least they both had deep brown tans all over, and that the one redeeming feature of their appearance.

"I can't believe it, Sally, she looks just her!" whispered Jeff to his wife, staring intentlty at Annie. Sally elbowed him to be quiet.

"Are you first-time visitors to a nude beach?" asked Sally, with a sickly-sweet smile.

"Why, yes we are," replied Annie, demurely. "Is it that obvious?"

"Well, we can always spot the young lovers!" chuckled Sally, with a reproving school marm tone that suggested that she leading into a lecture.

"We want all our guests to enjoy their visit, and to experience the freedom that comes with nudism. We want everyone to experience the thrill of going around in the open air without clothing."

"Oh, we are quite experienced with outdoor nudity," interrupted Annie. "My husband and I frequently enjoy each other's company in the nude, out of doors, among the open spaces. I must confess, however, that this is our first such experience in the company of others."

Sally frowned at that statement, and that was the perfect lead in to her purpose in approaching us.

"Well, we want everyone at the beach, especially hot-blooded young couples like yourselves, to view nudity as a natural experience, and not in any way sexual."

Annie and I looked at each other, and we both stifled a laugh. Sally's frown turned down to a scowl. Meanwhile, Jeff's eyes were totally fixed on Annie's tits. Annie noticed his gaze and teased her body slightly, to make her big juggs shake and jiggle. We both noticed Jeff's shriveled up little wiener inflate noticeably in reaction to the movement of Annie's tits. Annie giggled and bit her lip and pretended to listen attentively to Sally's hippie-dippie naturist monologue.

"You see," she droned on, "a nude beach is not a place for randy couples to explore their sexuality. Rather, it is where everyone comes to commune with Nature. We are all creatures of Nature, and in nudity, we are wearing the garments in which Nature has clothed us...."

Jeff's eyes did not budge from Annie's nipples the whole time his wife prattled on. Annie turned to me and winked, a devious smile on her face. She made a slight stroking movement with her hand as it rested at her side. It was apparent that Jeff's little boner was growing! Annie was doing her magic mojo on this poor sap!

To further provoke our new friend, Annie very slightly, very slowly, made her breasts swell. Annie's tits increased in diameter, an inch, another inch, just barely perceptibly, making her heavenly mounds of delightful flesh hang lower and lower down to her hips. Annie made her nipples puff out like bread dough rising, which caused her shiny areolas to stretch and expand. The softest flesh of Annie's areolas became thin and translucent as they stretched wider, revealing the tiny network of veins under their wondrous surfaces. Jeff's eyes bugged out of his head at the sight of Annie's expanding breasts, which made his tiny penis stand straight up. He urgently interrupted his wife.

"Sally, it really is her! It has to be!"

Sally turned angrily to her husband with annoyance and contempt. You could tell who "wears the pants in the family," if either of them were wearing pants!

"Please excuse my silly husband," condescended Sally. "He's convinced that you're a girl we once saw at a Grateful Dead concert long ago."

"Oh, I absolutely adored the Grateful Dead!" enthused Annie. "I have attended several of their concerts!"

"No, honey," Sally dismissed, "that was in Colorado, in 1975, long before you were born."

Annie let a laugh slip at that point, and Sally looked at her puzzled. We were both amused at the fact that Sally and Jeff were at that same concert that day, and that Sally was one of the small-breasted girls who took of their top, provoking Annie to dance topless.

Undeterred, Sally resumed her naturist monologue. Annie's hand was now cupped, as if it were encircling a cock, and she was shaking her wrist vigorously from side to side, as if her encircled hand were stroking that invisible cock. Jeff's eyes never left Annie's nipples the whole time, which were swelling and expanding before his eyes. Jeff's cock was as big and hard as the pathetic little thing could possibly get. His wife never even noticed Jeff's little boner or Annie's swelling tits, but just blabbered on.

"....nudity is not even a sexual state at all, it's a self-expression of one's drawing close to the universe. It inherently has nothing even to do with sexual arousal, which is, after all, nothing more than an arbitrary social construct of the patriarchical hegemony of western culture...."

"I beg your pardon, but that is poppycock," scoffed Annie.

Sally blinked, not used to being contradicted when she was on a roll.

"Excuse me?" she said.

"What you are saying about sex and nudity... it is all utter poppycock. Like all of humanity, I am in my most sexual state when I am in the nude. I cannot look upon my husband's nude body without imagining sexual intimacy between us. Nor can my husband look upon my own nude form without becoming sexually aroused. Neither can your own husband, apparently. What you say is poppycock."

Sally was stunned at hearing such a basic truth, after preaching all that nudist "flower child" bullshit for so many years. Annie's finger pointed straight at Jeff's erect penis. Sally followed Annie's finger, and finally noticed her husband's prominent erection. Then Annie repeated the word for emphasis.

"Poppy... Cock...."

With that, Annie snapped her fingers, and a hefty squirt of cum instantly erupted from Jeff's cock. Good thing we weren't standing too close by!

Jeff fell to his knees in the sand, overcome with that unexpected ejaculation. He never even touched himself! Annie had used her powers to mentally stroke him off, and she flipped his switch at her command, making his cock go pop. Sally turned on her husband in a rage. Annie covered her mouth with her hand (her other hand, that is) and fought down a laugh. Sally was now plenty distracted with yelling at her husband, and forgot all about us. Annie and I continued our nude stroll down the beach, and when we were far enough away, Annie burst out laughing.

"Oh my, Robert, was that not the funniest thing ever?"

I looked at Annie with concern.

"You shouldn't toy with people like that, Annie. They're just regular people after all."

"Bah! Oh Bob, it was he who wished to toy with me! Or rather, with my teats! It was clearly in his thoughts, and upon his leering face! I simply turned the tables, as it were. My my, you are simply no fun at all!"

Well, the looks on their faces really were pretty funny. Yeah, really, fuck that little shit anyway for ogling my wife's nipples! I started to chuckle to myself, and then Annie joined in, and pretty soon we were both laughing hysterically at Annie's little prank. What a sight we were to the other gawkers on the beach, stumbling along together laughing, holding each other up, Annie's massive tits bouncing and giggling all around while the python between my legs swung back and forth, smacking against my thighs.

Our laughter finally died down and we resumed our stroll. I now felt closer to Annie that I had since before Vegas, as if we reached a level of understanding through this public nude experience. Annie looked at me earnestly, her penetrating gaze looking straight through me, and her mind reached out to my thoughts, drawing us close together.

"Are you now beginning to understand, My Love? We are not like these children, you and I. We are of a different sort... a better sort."

I frowned in disagreement. Annie sensed that and answered audibly.

"Robert! We have sailed in the sky, you and I! We have shared our love in the clouds! We have made our marriage bed in the fluffy snow, and yet we did not freeze! We have made love in other strange, mystical places, altogether not of this world! We are transcendent beings, you and I!"

I released Annie's fingers, and drew back a distance with my heart.

"Perhaps YOU are a transcendent being, Arianna," I said, in a rare instance of calling my wife by her full name, "but I am just an average guy myself... or was, until I met you."

"Oh Bob," spoke Annie, grabbing my beefy arms, and turning to face me, squishing her soft boobs against my solid chest, "perhaps when you live as long as I, perhaps when our time together draws so long that our difference in years seems slight, you might understand, and see things as do I.

"In the meantime, I would have you to place your trust in me, My Handsome Lover! That we might find our erotic joys wherever we might, to discover such thrills as are at hand, without concern for these children and their petty shackles! Such wild passions might we explore with these children and their bodies, only to come together again as a couple, that we might endure the weight of the ages!"

In this way, Annie was suggesting that we have an "open marriage." That she be free to suck whatever cocks she wished, and that I should be welcome to find as many different sets of titties to play with that I could find. That we amuse ourselves with ordinary people, using them as our personal toys. No. This is not acceptable. I grabbed Annie close and held her tight.

"Annie... I have loved you since I was 15 years old. I thought I would die if I couldn't have you. Sure, there are many beautiful girls in this world, starting with all the sexy nude bodies on this beach. But you are the only one that I ever really wanted. I only want you to be my devoted wife, as you were in the beginning."

Annie gave me a perfunctory smile, devoid of emotion, and gently eased her luscious body out of my arms. I could sense Annie's mind withdrawing from mine, and our closeness grew apart again. Then she spoke in a flat tone of voice.

"As you wish, My Beloved Husband."

I sighed, knowing that this subject was not settled. But I did learn from this day at the nude beach that I wasn't shy about showing off my cock in public, and that I drew sexual power from attracting ordinary women, just as Annie was able to manipulate and draw power from men (like she did from me). I wondered if our entire relationship was not based on Annie's manipulation. Maybe she'd been using her melon-based magic on me since that first day in '75, to wrap me around her finger. Maybe she laid a trap and I walked right into it. But then again, was that such a bad thing? I had everything I ever wanted with Annie... everything except her exclusive devotion.

As we walked along the beach, we saw a butterfly flitting around. Annie reached out her finger, and the beautiful bug flitted her way, landing on her finger. Annie looked at with an enigmatic smile, and I was amazed to see that she is still the Queen of the Butterflies. The bug flew off and landed on her nipple, and stayed there for a while as we walked along the beach.

We walked along, all around the beach, with Annie making sure that every single person got a look at her giant breasts and my elongated penis. Several people came up as we walked along and asked whether we minded of they took our pictures.

To each one of these requests, Annie replied, "Why surely! Not at all! You can soon find more pictures of us at our upcoming website, BobbiB.com."

It was funny to me that Annie actually wanted to adopt the stage name that I once suggested as a joke. But even though I was now warming to the idea of performing hardcore with her, I still hoped that Annie's porn site would not go live anytime soon. Annie was so keen to have her big tits posted online, and I was dreading the changes that would be wrought on our lives (and our marriage) when Annie became an internationally famous big-boob model and porn star.

Meantime, we posed for dozens of pictures for the other nude bathers vay Haulover Beach, from a group of small-breasted college girls to a great number of creepy middle-aged guys. Thankfully, we haven't seen any of these pics turn up online... yet. But if you see any pictures circulating on the web featuring a mountain of bulging muscle, with a foot long sausage hanging between his legs, hugging his voluptuous girl close, with her watermelon-sized tits smashed up against his chest, enjoying a sunny day at the nude beach, then you'll know that was Annie and me.

No Fooling!

Annie paraded her huge juggs back and forth through the busiest (and bustiest) part of the beach, and made a point to smile at every single guy who was checking her out. So I figured what the hell, and made a point of smiling at all the hot babes who were eyeing up my package. Funny how Annie seemed to resent that, though it was okay for her play her little games.

Afterwards, Annie decided that we would pitch our towels in the thickest part of crowd, where the maximum number of male eyes could continue to ogle her nipples. Annie sat there with her legs extended, her hands resting on the ground, digging her perfect little toes into the sand. I admired how Annie's breasts hung down heavily and rested on her thighs, how plump and full her nipples looked with the sun's rays dancing on them.

Lots of other guys were walking past us, also admiring Annie's juicy tits, pretending they didn't notice. I just glared at them and they kept walking. Annie turned and smiled at me.

"Truly Bob, at the very least, is this not wonderful? To be in the nude in public, with the sun and the sea breeze?"

"Oh yeah, Annie," I replied, "I've got to admit, I really am enjoying being here with you like this."

My fat python of a cock lay on the blanket, between my open legs, limp but still plump with a partial erection. It was indeed very titillating to be naked in the outdoors while surrounded by other people. It was not actually "arousing" in the usual sense, but it certainly was a very sexual experience, contrary to the nudist bullshit from that volunteer lady. It seemed that Annie and I were both very aware of our nude bodies our here in public, even more so than when we're alone. Well, leave it to Annie to up the ante.

"Bob, would you rub some oil me? That sun's rays are indeed shining very hot."

Annie gave me a most alluring smile, and laid down on her belly, on top of her hot pink beach towel. I poured some oil onto Annie's back, and gently slid my hands all around. Annie stretched out and rested her head on her arms, her big boobs squishing out from under either side of her slender back. Annie relaxed as I swirled the lotion around on her skin, rubbing her round shoulders, along the shallow furrow of her spine, down to the narrow taper of her tiny waist, and outward again at the wide flare of her ample hips.

Annie purred like a kitten, putty in my hands, as I caressed her tender flesh with my fingers. I massaged the oil all around her plump buttocks, and probed her snatch with my oiled fingers. I wouldn't want Annie to have a sunburn down there! Then I worked the oil down onto her full thighs, along her slender knees, and onto her round calves. I oiled up Annie's ankles and rubbed her feet. I just love touching Annie all over, feeling every part of her body in my hands.

"Oh Bob, that feels so marvelous upon my body," spoke Annie, totally relaxed, her voice a whisper. Annie raised her head and looked up me with a sexy smile.

"Might you also rub oil upon my front?" Annie requested, sweetly.

I didn't need to be asked twice! Annie scooted up her shoulders and rested on her elbows, her knees bent and her toes pointed upward in a sexy pose. Annie took some coconut oil and squirted it onto the tops of her huge boobs. Thoughts of another sort of squirting immediately sprung to my mind.

I kneeled next to Annie, and leaning over, gently rubbed my fingers along her breasts, swirling the oil all around in my fingertips. Annie then rolled onto her side, and propped her head against her hand, looking up at me with a sexy smile. Then Annie looked at my cock, which was swinging only a couple inches from her face. I thought she might kiss it or put it in her mouth, but she managed to restrain her impulsive nature.

Annie sat herself up, which made her juicy juggs swing from side to side. I stretched out my legs, so that Annie was sitting between them. Then Annie stretched out her own legs toward me, and rested them on top of my legs. Annie's knees rested on top of mine, and her soft feet rubbed at my waist, her toes dandling against me. Annie took the bottle of oil and poured some into her hand. Then she extended it to me, and poured some into my cupped hands.

Annie gazed longingly into my eyes as she reached over to rub oil on my shoulders. Annie's sandy brown hair was blowing around in the breeze, loose strands flying around her head, flitting on and off her round shoulders, some hairs sticking to her freshly-oiled skin. She looked so beautiful on the beach. Being a Rocky Mountain boy and knowing her as my mountain nymph, I saw how Annie was also a sea nymph, very much a creature of the sand and waves.

Annie's soft hands felt so soothing on my shoulders as they slipped along with the oil. I reached over to rub oil on Annie's shoulders, and then we both worked our hands and eyes downward onto each others' bodies. My hands found the tops of Annie's fulsome breasts, which hung seductively from her chest. My oily massage made her perfect globes sway and quiver, and my fingers glided over her soft skin.

My oily hands slipped into the soft canyon of Annie's velvety cleavage, which divided her luscious mounds of flesh. Annie's hands caressed my chest and arms, and her delicate fingers glided over the hills and valleys between my chiseled biceps and pecs. My eyes and hands followed downwards to the full swell of Annie's delightful orbs, which rested gently on top of her plump thighs. The tasty aroma of the coconut oil wafted up to my nostrils as I stared at and fondled Annie's tasty tits.

Annie's pink nipples were soft and smooth, puckered in the middle, looking so damn suckable in the bright sunlight. Annie gasped with pleasure each time my slimy fingers slid over the softness of her rosy buds. Annie's smooth, shiny areolas were glistening with oil, with a sheen of the reflected sunlight landing upon them. I couldn't decide which sensation I enjoyed more, the tender massage of Annie's soft hands on my torso, or the firm squishiness of Annie's incredible breasts as I sunk my fingers deeply into her supple flesh.

Annie gasped and moaned as my oily hands squeezed and fondled her delightful bags of ecstasy. Annie let out her big tits as my hands slithered over their pliable surface. Annie's breasts enlarged, one cup size and then another, as her swelling juggs rested more heavily onto her thighs. Annie's soft nipples puffed out larger and larger, becoming "mouthful" size, inflating in my slimy hands as I caressed them with my fingers. I grabbed one enormous funbag with both hands and squished it all around, and then moved both hands to play with the other. Annie's eyes closed and her mouth was open as she moaned and gasped with erotic pleasure, as my hands alternated from one huge breast to the other.

I looked down to see Annie's plump, hairless pussy lips resting against the beach towel. Her inner labia extended several inches outward from her snatch, all crinkled and a deep shade of pink. Annie's pink, hairless camel toe was slightly parted, to reveal her oversized clitoris like a fat strawberry, a deep red color, and glistening with the perpetual wetness of her oozing snatch. The towel had a dark stain where Annie's pussy rested, where the dripping honey from her delightful crease was collecting.

My big fat cock rested full but limp on the towel, the head nearly touching Annie's pussy. A little drop of pre-cum was oozing out the tip, and soaking into the towel to mingle with Annie's pussy juice. I was so aware of my penis as my slimy hands squeezed and fondled Annie's slippery mounds of joy. Annie was rubbing her hands all over my arms and shoulders, wiggling her hips as she sat, so that her wet pussy kept bumping against my cock. I could not understand why my penis was not fully erect, and figured that all these watchful eyes upon us were keeping him flaccid.

Annie looked up at me with a soulful, earnest look. Then she disengaged from the oil massage and moved around on her towel so that her back was turned to me, kneeling, her ripe butt resting onto the backs of her feet. Annie turned her head backwards to look at me, offering a sexy "side boob" view of her swollen melons, her expression entreating me to grab her from behind.

I leaned my body against Annie's, my legs spread apart and my hips straddling her ripe ass, my fat cock resting against her plump butt cheeks. I poured some more oil into my hands and massaged Annie's tits from behind. My cock grew stiff from contact with Annie's chubby ass, finally responding to the sensation of Annie's globes of softest flesh in my fingers. My greasy hands were slipping and sliding all around Annie's squishy bags of delightful flesh, and she was gasping with pleasure.

Annie got completely turned on by my slimy rubdown of her humongous tits. My fingers dug deeply into her squishy breast flesh, and her gasps became breathy moans. Annie leaned her body backwards into mine, rolling her head against my shoulder, and reaching her hands up to my head and ripped biceps. Annie wiggled her soft, ripe ass against my cock, which made it grow longer and more rigid.

I nuzzled my face into Annie's neck and shoulder, and cupped her swollen nipple in the palm of my hand. I pinched and rubbed Annie's soft breast bud with my slimy fingers, and she was going wild! Annie's body was gyrating against mine, as she rubbed circles with her butt against my stiff, swollen cock.

"Oh Bob," Annie gasped, "I have not yet applied any oil to your powerful cock!"

That prospect was very appealing at that moment! But then I felt the warmth of a liquid, which was running over my fingers. Oh no! It was Annie's breast milk! Annie popped a leak! Right here at Haulover Beach! I saw another creamy stream from the other fat breast leaking down Annie's thigh. There's no stopping Annie once she starts lactating! The people nearby around us were beginning to talk loudly about us, in addition to their continual staring and pointing. But then our sensual reverie was rudely interrupted.

"Excuse me..." said a female voice, and after a brief pause, repeated, "I said, EXCUSE ME!"

I looked up blearily from my erotic fog to see an attractive woman on the near side of 30. She was a bit thick around the middle, with a thick waist and thick thighs. But she had very nice, trim knees and shapely calves, and nice skin with a perfect golden tan all around, having no tan lines at all. I was especially impressed with her very nice pair of round, full, titties which hung down tantalizingly, and swelled outwards in supple curves, and bounced around a lot when she moved, tipped with wide, puffy, beige-colored nipples that looked very good for sucking.

This girl's tits were a very pleasing sight to see in my current, aroused state. Her pussy was shaved except for a little diamond of hair just above her snatch, and she had a little dolphin tattoo near the crease of her thigh. The girl also had a very nice, thick head of wavy brown hair that hung down just past her shoulders. Her head was also covered with one of those funny hats, which identified her as a beach volunteer. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but I could still see that her face was very pleasant and attractive, except for her angry expression.

"Look, this is a public park for families, okay? We have a very strict 'no sex' policy here on this beach," the girl scolded. "In other words, no fooling around! This is your only warning! If you don't stop right now, I'm gonna have to call the cops!"

Well, I can't help being a smartass, so I played my best innocent routine.

"But we're not having sex! I was just rubbing some suntan oil on my wife!"

The girl volunteer's eyes narrowed and a half-smirk formed on her face in the universal expression that said, "yeah, right." Clearly, she had heard it all from other nude beach visitors. Meanwhile, Annie was rolling her head around, on Cloud 9, and seemed totally oblivious to what was going on, white streams of sweet cream dribbling and spraying out from her nipples. I caught the girl's eyes lingering on my shoulders and my beefy arms, and it was clear that she found me attractive.

"Listen... just.... look, no bullshit, okay?" the girl said, flustered. "Just lay off right now, and let's forget we had this conversation."

I laid Annie down on her blanket. Twin flows of cream streamed down from Annie's nipples, rounding the curve of each massive breast, with big drops dripping onto the sand, and trickles rolling down her belly. Then I stood up, looming tall, so that this girl could see my fully-erect penis.

My thick, hard python was standing straight up in front of my washboard abs, fifteen inches long and thick as a beer can, encircled with veins all up and down the engorged shaft, just like my arms. The head on my cock was the size of a peach, tipped with a glob of pre-cum as big as a quarter. My balls hung down heavily from my crotch, each the size of lemons.

My pulsating shaft leaned forward toward the girl's direction, pointing straight upwards at her face. My corpulent organ loomed in the narrow space between us, its shiny, maroon head nearly touching her puffy, beige nipple. The girl's eyes dropped downward and widened behind her shades at the sight of my thick beefstick, her mouth dropping just about all the way open.

"But maybe I don't want to forget we had this conversation," I said to her, teasingly, trying to cast my spell over her.

The girl gulped audibly at the sight of my one-eyed penile monster. I thought she might drop to her knees and go down on me right then and there. She licked her lips and her body trembled, as if she were tortured by the struggle to resist this urge. Then I flexed my thick tube of meat, so that it did momentarily bounce against her puffy, beige nipple, smearing the glob of pre-cum onto her breast's sexy tip.

A thin spiderweb of the sticky stuff momentarily connected my cock to her juicy nipple, and a surge of electricity shot between us. Then the strand broke, leaving a little blob of my cock juice glistening on the end of her nipple. The girl shook her head a couple times, like she was trying to break my trance. Then she got even more flustered, finally tearing her eyes away from my engorged phallus.

"Look, I didn't see anything, okay?" the girl spoke with a shrill ring, nearly hysterical, distraught from worrying about me or maybe for herself. "Just please! Be careful! I wouldn't want you to be arrested!"

Then she just turned on her heel and stormed off, looking straight at the ground, in the opposite direction from my big, fat cock. She had a nice ass too, a little bit too big, like her thighs, but having a very sexy shape overall. I never even caught that girl's name. I was thinking about Annie's earlier offer of an open marriage, and was thinking how fun it would be to take a little ride on that plump ass.

"Bob?" moaned Annie dreamily, spread out on her back on her towel, "I must have you, My Handsome Man! Right this very moment... Please...."

Well, that settles that. Annie needed to fuck, right then and there. And when Annie needs to fuck, Annie needs to FUCK! Well shit, now what? There we were, in a thick crowd of nude beach goers, everyone all around watching us intently, and Annie needed to fuck! There was no way we were going to get nailed for another charge of lewd conduct, like that day on the slopes. So hear I am, my big, fat cock pointing straight up at the sky, cream dribbling out of Annie's nipples, already warned by the nude beach patrol, all revved up with no place to go.

So I grabbed Annie by the hand and drew her up. Then we turned and ran toward the water. My huge flagpole wagged from side to side as I ran. Annie's big balloons heaved heavily up and down with each stride, squirting sprays of milk with each heavy bounce. There were not a lot of people in the surf, mainly because they were all watching us on the beach. A wave splashed up on our legs, and in a moment we were in deeper water, up to our thighs.

I grabbed Annie and planted a big kiss on her mouth. Annie's mouth sucked urgently on my tongue, and her arms wrapped themselves tightly around my neck. I pulled Annie out into deeper water, so that we were up to our shoulders. We passionately sucked face there in the surf, and my overly-erect penis was pressed tightly against Annie's belly.

Annie was getting even more turned on by the warm sea water and our passionate tongue-sucking. I could feel Annie's chest balloons inflating against my torso. Annie's big bags of tender meat are very buoyant when they're enlarged, which enables her to pretty well float on top of the water without sinking. So I just hung onto Annie's waist and kicked my feet to paddle us out into deeper water.

Annie was gasping and moaning between urgent slobbers on my tongue. The sea water splashed against our mouths, making for a very salty kiss. I could sense that Annie was getting frantic, so I slid my hips lower, angling my big hard cock against her pussy. One gentle push, and my thick rod was up inside her.

Annie grunted in ecstasy at the penetration. Annie tossed her head backwards, disengaging from my mouth. I saw the blue sky overhead, behind Annie's gorgeous face, as I pushed my cock deep inside her pussy. Annie's tits enlarged against my biceps, as the steel cords of my arms held her waist tightly. I could feel her oblate spheres of flesh flattening against my chest, extruding out into the sides of the space between us.

My face was nestled in the overflowing cleavage between Annie's swelling tits. Her soft breast flesh was pressed in between both our faces as Annie and I swallowed each other's tongues. Both of Annie's nipples were pressed tightly against my chest, and I could feel their warmth against my skin. I then broke away from the kiss and moved Annie's tits toward my face. I swallowed one salty nipple in my mouth and squeezed her tits close together, working her other nipple into my mouth, making Annie shriek with pleasure. Her sweet milk mingled with the salty sea water on my tongue as I gulped down the cream from her tits. Annie's nipples French-kissed my tongue like they do, which made my cock swell even bigger and harder with mounting excitement.

At one point, I looked over and we were quite far from shore. The bodies on the beach were far away, and no one was near us in the water. The warm water was caressing my skin, and I thought of Annie's story from her original Tale, how she ripped off her clothes while in the sea, and how she was naked in the surf for the first time. Here I was, holding Annie's supple body next to mine, her nipples in my mouth, my tongue dancing over their soft surfaces, as we clung to each other in the waves.

My cock pistoned back and forth in Annie's pussy as we floated along. The sea salt stung my thick shaft with each stroke as I rocked Annie, intensifying the sensation. The waves washed over us in their haste toward the shore, raising and lowering us with each pass. I pounded my hips between Annie's legs, as she yipped and squealed frantically. Faster and faster did my penis slide in and out of Annie's sweet vagina, submerged beneath the water line. Annie's arms clung to my neck tightly as her expanding breasts pushed against our bodies, as if to drive them apart with their inflation.

As I fucked Annie in the waves, as my cock worked back and forth in her pussy, my mind wandered to recall all of the beautiful breasts I had seen that day. And then suddenly, the whole scene changed. It as like somehow I was somewhere else, not in the water, and I looked up to see that I was fucking that sun-kissed blonde instead of Annie. It was like a dream, and my vision was fuzzy and hazy, but it was definitely the face of that blonde who was moaning and screaming above me instead of Annie.

I popped my mouth off from the nipples I was sucking, and it was the instead the blonde's tantalizingly round, full tits that were bouncing in my face. I distinctly saw that girl's soft-looking nipples and wide areolas, encircled with bumps, as they dangled down before my eyes. I could feel her athletic legs encircling my hips as we rocked each other.

Damn, it seemed so real! But then suddenly, the scene changed again, and instead, I was now fucking the smoking-hot brunette with the over-full titties. Her big, soft juggs flopped around above my face as we fucked, with those dusky nipples of hers, set inside those overlarge brown areolas, teased at my face. I could feel her soft thighs slapping against mine as my cock pumped her wet pussy.

Reality tilted again as I envisioned that I was now fucking that curly red-head. Now it was her soft, squishy, freckled juggs that flopped around in my face as we fucked. As shy as she seemed before, now she was unleashed, and her body was thrashing around like a wildcat with my big fat cock upside of her. Her pale nipples and velvety areolas bounced above my head, brushing against my face.

But then things became really incredible when suddenly I was fucking that sexy beach volunteer. It was now her excellent titties that were dangling in my face as my cock thrust back and forth in her pussy. It was her wide, puffy, suckable, beige-colored nipples that brushed against my face. The girl looked down at me in utter amazement, as if she could not believe that somehow it was me, and that I was somehow pounding her pussy. I grabbed one of her juicy tits with both hands as I sucked her puffy, beige nipple into my mouth. Her eyes snapped shut and her head tossed back as she unleashed a scream of delight. Her nipple felt so nice against my lips and tongue, so different from Annie's nipples.

My cock thrust deep into her pussy as my lips caressed her nipple, and girl unleashed another fitful scream. But I heard five fitful screams and became aware of five girls who all orgasmed in unison. I understood that I was somehow fucking Annie and these other four girls at the same time. My mind felt divided five ways, and somehow I was able to perceive being simultaneously with all five of these girls individually.

My cock felt like it was up inside five different vaginas at the same time, and that my mouth was sucking five different nipples at once. Everything felt five times as good, as if I had five cocks and could feel them all at the same time. Five different girls screamed and moaned together through multiple orgasms as I drove them all along together.

One huge thrust and then another, and all these girls shrieked in unison as I split their pussies open. My cock throbbed and pulsated as all the accumulated sexual energy built up on the beach was released all in one great surge. A geyser of semen was propelled upward through my cock, and shot up into five different pussies like it was fired from a gun. My cock and body trembled with the intense pleasure of five different ejaculations. My cock squirted over and over as my never-ending load was multiplied by five.

All these sexy girls and their excellent breasts swirled in my mind together as I fucked them all at the same time. Then these girls all becamee misty and faded from sight as my vision cleared. It was like I awoke from a pleasant erotic dream, and I saw that it was Annie who I was really with all along. It was Annie's cream-dripping nipple in my mouth, and Annie's pussy that my cock was up inside. Annie and I were still in the water, far from the shore. So that wasn't real after all? Damn, it sure looked real and felt real! Was it just another one of these mental magic mojo tricks that I've experienced since being with Annie?

I wondered if these other girls back on the beach could sense the same thing? Did they know that I was somehow also with them while in the throes of my release? On one hand, I was hoping that that they did, that they shared that amazing sexual experience with me. But on the other hand, I hoped it was just all in my own mind, that it was just some more weird shit with the melon, just a vivid mental fantasy.

Only Annie knew what she saw in her own head as she bellowed out her own erotic ecstasy. But whatever that was, in the real world, it was Annie's hips that were moving and swaying as my thick rod rammed her insides over and over. It was still her magnificent pussy that squeezed tightly over my cock as it popped off one orgasm after another. Wasn't it? What the hell is real anymore?

Annie panted heavily in the wake of her own release, as she held her head against my neck. Both our heads bobbed above the water, as Annie's swollen tits kept us afloat. Annie looked at me with a beaming smile on her face. Then she kissed me passionately. Annie must have known that I was thinking of these other girls. She is much more adept at reading my mind than I am at reading hers. But Annie did not seem to care. Instead, I think she was happy that I had this experience, like I turned a corner. Maybe she thought I'd now agree with her about having an open marriage.

Back on the Beach

We floated back toward the shore, pushed along by the waves, hugging and kissing the whole way. My big cock stayed up inside of Annie, even though it soon went limp. Our feet finally touched bottom and we disengaged. My limp serpent slithered out of Annie's secret place, and we stepped along back to the beach, holding hands.

As we walked out of the surf, Annie let her tits remain fully expanded. I now saw that they were each about 24 inches in diameter. Annie's puffed out nipples were each the size of a grapefruit, set inside shiny areolas as big as a dinner plate. Annie's hefty spheres swung heavily from side to side like twin pendulums, crashing against each other with each step. Water dripped off her nude body, as it did from mine. Dribbles of lactation streamed lightly out of the swollen pink tips of Annie's double kegs of flesh.

Every eye was gawking in utter disbelief at Annie and her monstrously huge udders. Annie exulted in the attention, as her creamy globes hung down past her hips. Annie had a joyous, blissful expression on her face. She stepped out of the water, into the sand, like an overly voluptuous Venus, emerging from the sea. My fat cock hung down limply, but it was still full, long and thick, tingling with a golden, post-coital afterglow. I put my arm around Annie and gave her ass a little squeeze. She looked up at me, smiling, and gave my slack python a stroke. It was a very nice moment, one of our last for a long time.

As we stepped out from the waves, there was a group waiting to meet us. There was the sun-kissed blonde, the smoky brunette, the curly red-head and the sexy beach volunteer. All of these gorgeous babes looked at me in stunned awe and amazement. I then realized and understood that that experience really was real. Somehow, I really did fuck all of them too while Annie and I fucked in the waves. Or whether it was actually "real," those girls all had orgasms of their own, and the experience did not just happen in my own mind. Somehow, I had "virtual sex" with all those girls while I fucked Annie, from whatever sexual connection had been established between us that day. I just smiled at the girls, and they all looked at me in awe like I was some sort of Greek god.

That was when I noticed Annie smiling at a big crowd of hunky guys who gathered around us. They all stood there, gawking in awe at the twin ten-gallon milk juggs hanging off Annie's chest, with dumbfounded expressions on their own faces. So Annie must have had a virtual "mindfuck" with all of those guys too, maybe 25 or 30 of them, while she and I were humping for real under the waves. No doubt these guys had caught Annie's eye while I was distracted by scoping out these other babes. Their cocks also hung full and limp, with a raw, wet look about them, like they just blew loads of their own.

Somehow, Annie had totally manipulated that situation. She knew that I noticed those other hot babes, and meanwhile, she was checking out a posse of hot young studs of her own. Annie somehow created that virtual sex situation between me and those girls, and tweaked my brain so that I would indulge in the opportunity, while she herself indulged with these other guys. I mean, it had to be Annie's doing. There was no other way. I was just not skillful enough with my new-found mental abilities to do all of that by myself.

Annie baited the trap and I stepped right into it. By mindfucking those four other girls, I was just as guilty as Annie. I was in no position to say anything to her about her own mindfuck with all those other guys. Annie rigged the situation so that we both "virtually" cheated on each other. And if I did try to accuse her, she could just deny everything and blame me for admitting that I did it, making me the bad guy. Annie looked over at me with another of her enigmatic smiles. She had been reading my mind, and confirmed my understanding of the situation. I also understood that this "mindfucking" was the same technique that her first husband Bill had perfected, that this was the method he used for his own "virtual cheating." But this broke Annie's heart at the time, but now she had a change of heart. She turned it around and wanted me to agree to add this weird kink our own marriage.

I was pissed and heartbroken that Annie would betray me once again, playing with my mind, using my body as a channel to set up those "mindfucks" with a dozen other guys, and dragging me involuntarily into her new little kink. But on the other hand, maybe Annie just wanted me to have this experience to understand her point. That sure was a hell of a lot of fun, and a very intense experience, for me and also for those girls. They sure looked like they enjoyed the sensation of having my big thick sausage squishing back and forth between their legs. What the hell, it wasn't really real, right? No one was hurt, and everyone enjoyed it. Maybe I could embrace this new kink with Annie after all, and we could both go on a mindfucking spree together, having our way with every attractive person we met?

It blew my mind to think that my cock felt like it was up inside five different pussies at the same time. It felt so real. But then again, what if it wasn't really just a "mental" sensation? What if I really did somehow fuck those five girls at once? I don't really understand these powers of the melon that Annie wields so effortlessly. It all seems to defy the laws of physics. What if my cock was somehow in five different pussies at the same time? It wouldn't be any more impossible than Annie's "virtual blowjobs" and some of our other weird experiences. Did I actually cum inside each of those girls? If so, what if any of them get pregnant? I would not want to be responsible for that.

Then I had a sickening thought. What if Annie somehow really had a couple dozen other cocks up inside her pussy at the same time as my cock? Did all that cum from all those other guys end up inside her too, and was my cock squishing around in it? That thought made me want to vomit. If what I experienced with those girls was actually somehow real, then it followed that my cock was just one of many in an actual multi-penis clusterfuck was what was really happening up inside Annie's pussy.

In that moment, I began to feel a little bit scared of Annie. Was she really just this sweet, gorgeous, 185-year-old girl with expanding breasts who just loves to fuck, like she appeared to be? Or was she really some kind of overly-voluptuous, melon-endowed force of nature, a literal Greek goddess of love? Or maybe Annie was hiding some other devious truth? Maybe Annie is really some sort of melon-possessed witch who cast a magic spell on me when I was only 15, or maybe she's some sort of immortal sexual vampire who needs to feed on male lust and semen? Or what if she doesn't even understand it all herself? What if Annie is just a victim of the melon herself? What the hell was I caught up into with Annie, anyway?

We never spoke about this incident afterwards. But because of this virtual, mental, trans-dimensional, mindfucking clusterfuck incident, a gulf of mistrust opened up between Annie and me. Annie closed her mind to me after that, and we no longer shared that silent understanding between us. But I also discovered that I could close my mind to Annie, so that she could not read my thoughts, unless I deliberately allowed it. This discovery proved to be very advantageous.

So anyway, there we were, standing there on the shore, all of my girls and Annie's guys and everyone else on the beach stared at my cock as a long strand of thick, white cum dripped down from it, dangled about five inches from the tip of my cock head, and then plopped down onto the shore. There was a gloppy white pecker track in the sand, which was washed away by the next wave. It was blatantly obvious to everyone that Annie and I had just fucked in the water, even though it was against the law. This was also obvious to the two cops who had just walked up.

"Sir, ma'am," began the senior cop, "were you aware that it is against the law to have sex on this beach? The violation is called 'lewd conduct' under Florida law."

Sure, Annie and I knew all about that. But I wasn't going to admit jack shit.

"Well sir," I replied to the cop, "what makes you think my wife and I were having sex? Did anyone witness this?"

The cop pursed his lips in frustration. He knew, of course, as did everyone else standing there, that Annie and I had actually done the deed amidst the waves. And I knew that he knew. And he knew that I knew that he knew! But we were very far out in the water, away from everyone close to the shore, and the actual intercourse occurred below the waterline, so nobody actually saw anything. As long as Annie and I didn't admit anything, it was his word against mine. The cop continued.

"Sir, our beach ambassadors informed me that you two had been engaging in sexually-oriented behavior immediately beforehand, and that you were warned against that."

"Yes sir," I replied with mock innocence, "and we are grateful for their warning! We wouldn't want to cause any trouble for anyone here at Haulover Beach!"

The cop just shook his head. He knew that he didn't have a case against us, and that he was not going to get anywhere with this. What he didn't know was that, if he tried, our lawyers would just smack him down.

"Well sir, just the same, I'd like to ask you and your wife to please leave the beach. Though we cannot prove that you committed any actionable offenses, you have at least created a major distraction today for the other bathers."

With that, the cop looked down at Annie's impossibly huge globes, and the big zucchini dangling from my crotch. Not wanting to push my luck, I thanked the cop and promised that we'd be on our way. By that time, Annie and I had both had a lot of fun at our first nude beach! We headed off content, but Annie left her big tits that size, which created an even bigger distraction for everyone else! Every head on the beach was turned at the impossible sight of an uber-voluptuous girl walking along the beach, with a pair of 24 inch whoppers bouncing and swinging from her chest.

Trying to Get Away

We walked around the beach for a while, looking for our blankets and our stuff. Annie's hot pink blanket should have been easy enough to spot from a distance. However, we couldn't find them. We didn't care about the towels as much, but we had left a bag that had our swimsuits, Annie's sheer top and beach hat, our shoes, and especially all my shit, including my wallet, phone and the car keys.

After circling around the area where we thought we were set up, we spotted some scrawny little creep we recognized, who was set up not far from our spot, ogling Annie's tits the whole time, as we were rubbing the suntan oil on each other. We walked over to him, and when he saw Annie and I approach him, he looked like he would shit his pants (if he were wearing pants!)

"Hey pal," I began, looming over him with my bulging muscles, my thick python dangling at the level of his face, "what happened to all our shit?"

" It wasn't my fault!" he cried defensively, jumping up and backing away.

"I tried saying something to them, but they threatened me! What was I supposed to do? There were three of them, and they were big!"

"So what the fuck happened?" I demanded, leaning toward the little weasel.

"It was these three guys," the weasel explained, "they gathered up all your things and walked away with them!'

Shit! All our stuff, ripped off! Right there on the beach!

"So what did you do? Did you tell the cops?"

"No," whined the weasel. "They said they'd beat me up if I called the police! There was nothing I could do!"

Goddammit! Now what? Here we are, Annie and I, nude, at a nude beach, with no clothes, no phone, no ride and no money! And on top of it, we'd been ordered to leave! Annie stood there quietly, sheepishly trying to cover her nipples with her hands to avoid that little weasel's gawking stares.

"Quit staring at my wife!" I ordered. Weasel turned his eyes away and looked at me.

"Do you have a phone?"

Weasel shook his head nervously, afraid that I was going to punch him.

"Shit! Okay, how about you let us have your big blanket? And twenty bucks. Do you have twenty bucks?"

The little weasel nodded eagerly, and reached into his wallet and pulled out the requested bill. Then he stood up and rolled up his big queen size blanket and handed it to me.

"Well thanks then," I said, relenting from my anger. "Just don't pull any shit, alright? You gave me this money and blanket, so don't tell the cops any different stories, got it?"

Weasel nodded, and we turned and left him standing there, naked with his little pencil dick, with no blanket and twenty bucks poorer.

"What are we to do now, Bob?" asked Annie.

"We're going to catch a cab back to the hotel!" I replied.

"Truly? But we have no clothing!" cried Annie.

"Well babe," I replied, "you wanted to strut your stuff, here's your big chance!"

I threw the big blanket over us as Annie and I exited the beach. Now that we were back in the "textile" world, we drew a lot of stares from everyone wearing clothes. We walked barefoot up to the A1A as I looked for a cab. Nothing. So we walked up the side of the road until we came to a beachfront hotel. We walked into the lobby and up to the desk. The snooty clerk sneered at us, visibly indicating that he did not approve of the goings-on at the adjacent nude beach. Annie and I walked up together, wrapped in that blanket, and I asked wearily...

"Could we just use your phone to call a cab?"

Mr. Snooty said that he would call it for us.

"You must come quickly!" he instructed the cab dispatcher. "There is a naked couple standing in my lobby!"

Annie sensed the clerk's hostility and stepped toward the counter, dropping her half of the towel. Annie was standing there, in all her fulsome glory, and rested her 24 inch whoppers on the counter. Her swollen nipples were pointed straight at the clerk, and Annie smiled brightly at him.

"You do not need to be so unfriendly, do you?" inquired Annie, with a sultry tone of voice.

The clerk did a double take at Annie's gigantic juggs, but instead of responding as Annie intended, his eyes narrowed and he got even more snooty.

"Oh, nice implants, honey. I need you to kindly remove them from my counter and go stand outside."

Annie was totally miffed, since the clerk's reaction was not what she expected. I laughed to myself as I realized the reason why. The clerk looked over to me with that tell-tale smile that sends chills down the spine of every heterosexual male. I reached the towel over to cover Annie, taking care not to offer the clerk a view of my own 15 inch python.

We stepped toward the door of the lobby, and I noticed the clerk spraying and wiping the counter where Annie's big juggs had just rested. I laughed again and shook my head. So we waited out front, by the street, wrapped in that blanket, drawing some strange stares from the passersby. As soon as the cab arrived, Annie and I jumped in. The cabbie was a real smart ass.

"Well now I've seen it all!" he said, with an accent that sounded Jamaican. "I've never had naked people step into my cab before, especially in broad daylight!"

"Just fuckin' drive, will you?" I muttered.

Annie slipped the towel off her shoulders, revealing the massive mounds of flesh resting on her thighs. The cabbie looked over at her in the rear view mirror, and his eyes bugged out as she expected. Then Annie lifted one of her creamy spheres, and raised the nipple to her face. Annie traced her tongue around her own fat nipple, keeping her eyes fixed on the rear-view mirror. Some more milk leaked out of her nipple, and Annie lapped it up with her lips. Annie was moaning loudly with pleasure as she licked and sucked her own nipples.

I thought the cabbie would drive off the road, he was spending more time looking backwards at Annie than watching the road. I just watched Annie as she drove this driver crazy. There was no point in saying or doing anything, since it would just lead to an argument. I was just grateful that her performance was just for only this one guy, and not for an entire audience.

Annie behavior that day was so different than it had been only a couple weeks before. I was so puzzled how my devoted wife had so suddenly turned into such a brazen floozy, who only wanted to attract the worst sort of attention from strange men.

The fare was $17 for a ten minute ride, so even though this asshole didn't deserve a tip, I let him keep the change. I didn't have any pockets anyway.

We stepped out of the cab at the hotel, and saw the same valet from earlier. He was very friendly toward Annie, just like before. Most guys would be especially friendly to a beautiful naked woman with big tits barely covered by a blanket. Annie stepped out of the car, pretending that she was trying to keep herself covered by the blanket. The valet was bent over, holding the door, and reaching out a hand to help Annie.

Annie stood up quickly, and pretended to stumble, so that the blanket dropped away, falling forward so that her mammoth juggs pressed into the valet's face. The guy's face was buried in Annie's cleavage, and her leaky nipples pressed against his shoulders, leaving milk stains on his shirt. I thought the valet's eyes would pop out of his head.

"Oh, pardon me!" said Annie, stepping back, grabbing the blanket and pretending to try and fail to cover up again, with her grapefruit-sized nipples continually swinging out from under the edges of the blanket.

The young valet looked like he might keel over from a heart attack, and his cock strained prominently against his zipper. Annie made a big play of pretending to cover up her two-foot diameter tits. He was checking out Annie's plump ass as she walked past him, since she did not attempt to cover it with the blanket.

We walked through the lobby, huddled together under that blanket. I had to stop at the desk and explain to the clerk that we had lost the room key. Rather than wait with me, Annie just let the damn blanket drop off her and walked away from the desk, toward the elevator. Annie strode barefoot across the lobby carpet, shoulders back and head held high, her big tits swaying and jiggling with each step, her last shred of Victorian modesty gone after a day of strutting around a nude beach. All the guests in the lobby got a great show.

Annie went straight into the shower, to wash off all the salt and sand from the beach. I might have joined her, but instead called Hoku Jones. I apprised Hoku of the situation, and asked her to call the cops and the credit card company, and to handle all that annoying shit you have to deal with when you get ripped off. One nice part about being rich was having staff to handle all that BS for you. But I still had to replace my own driver's license when we got home, and that alone was big a pain in the ass.

Here's an interesting postscript to the story: our people arranged a credit card sting on the thief, and we caught him in the act of using our cards. They traced his location and nailed him. It turned out to be that same little weasel from the beach! We found out that he had all our shit right there in his bag when I confronted him. He sure had some balls for such a little wuss! Well, now that he's up on some serious charges, let's see how his pasty little white ass holds out in prison.

Annie and I spend some time rolling around our hotel room that day, fucking and sucking, because that's just what we do. But things were quite cool between us on the trip home, and have been the same ever since. Our relationship took another wrong turn that day, and things were different after that. But I had no way of knowing at the time just how bad things would get between Annie and me.

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The story of Annie and Our Wild Adventures
continues in Part 6, coming soon.