Lay’d Bare in Hawaii – Threesome on the Beach

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Alina

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So you know Lay and I are in the lifestyle, and sometimes we like to ask others to join us for some fun. 😉 It’s summer, 10PM in Oahu, and we’re about to board a cruise with our family the next morning, so of course we do the logical thing and meet up with the cute guy we’ve been flirting with on Feeld. Military. Cyberpunk. Writer. Married. Likes it rough. Early 30s. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Light brown skin. Serious. Confident. Stocky build. “Hi, I’m Eli.” Eyes tense, with just a hint of a smile. Lay has definitely bombarded him with a bunch of nudes with no requests necessary from Eli. I know because Lay is Lay. I love this part where we meet, and I know he’s picturing said nudes. Some guys waver at the realization that they’ve already seen me naked before we meet, but not Eli. He’s not exactly the happy-go-lucky or go with the flow kind. He knows what he wants, and he’s determined. I like that. It’s refreshing, to be honest. Most guys meet us, get pretty intimidated, and when asked what they’re interested in, they respond with something along the lines of, “Whatever I can get.” I’m pretty sure that’s a real turn-off in the world of vanilla dates as well, ha.

“I’ve got an open Jeep, and we can drive to the beaches. Sounds good?”

Fucking awesome. 

Wait. Ah yes, I remember now. There’s one more interesting part in our exchange of texts earlier – 

“What are your guys’ fantasies and desires?”

“A threesome on the beach.” 

…Oh shit, it’s real life. I’m the one who came up with the idea of the damn threesome on the beach.

Here I am being all sexy over texts, and yeah thanks Lay for doing most of the flirting. I’m the one who’s fucking nervous now! I never really have any expectations when meeting up with others – it may or may not happen. At this point, we’ve never played with anyone upon the first time meeting, and I’m the “limiting reagent,” as Lay calls it. Don’t worry guys, he’s not being mean. It’s a MFM, and he’s into seeing me being slutty and worshipped, and he’s not gay, so the math adds up that I’m the one setting most of the boundaries. However, this time, we do have limited time and a distance issue should we decide to meet again. And it’s Hawaii after all, warm and sexual Hawaii. Yeah, I suppose no one prefers to fulfill this fantasy behind closed doors either. 

I’m all grins, in nervous excitement, and just with one glance, I know he’s fucking horny. I know what he wants and what he likes, and I’m getting wet at the thought that I’m the one, and the only one at that, who can give him what he wants right now. Lay knows I want to please, and suck, fuck, receive, lick, Him and our new friend for his pleasure. I’m a good girl because I do bad things for Him. 

“Yeah let’s do it. Let’s go for a ride!” 

I ride shotgun, and Lay gets into the back. It’s an open Jeep, so we hear a wild cacophony of wind and waves as we drive up the coastline. It’s difficult to hear each other, so we keep the conversation in the car short. And my god, the views. Under starlight, the ocean’s blackness, twinkling Oahu lights, shadows of greenery, and attractive company. A shot of adrenaline courses through my body, and my goosebumps surface on my arms. Lay starts to massage my shoulders from the back. His proficiency in body language is over 9000. I’m a lucky girl indeed. 

Eli pulls up to a beach overlook. We recognize that Lay and I were there earlier in the day taking our necessary pictures along with all the other tourists. At night, it’s empty with only one other car parked there. 

“Do you guys want to go further in?” 

We follow him and hop over the overlook fence. Eli just hurries forward with determination, and pretty soon, I’m falling behind in the increasing darkness and uneven rockiness. I begin to notice we’re actually on some sort of cliff, and I hear the waves crashing below become louder and louder. I can feel the vibrations through the cliff rocks and through my flip flops. I can be dramatic at times, but I legit think I’m going to die. I realize that Eli has a super night vision that my eyes are not used to. I look over, and Lay is not having the easiest time either. Before I can tell him to slow down, Eli stops and asks if this is a good spot. I almost laughed out loud at the absurdity and intensity of this so far. I must have appeared happily eager because Eli set down his backpack and proceeded to pull out a couple of beach towels. We sit down for several minutes exchanging more niceties, and how I wish I’m making this up, but it starts to rain. Not a sexy forgivable mist, but full on I can’t see large droplets in this already humid night. As much of a sexy sub I want to be that night, I just can’t handle it. Lay knows. I know he knows. Getting up, he suggests we go back to the car. We’re all laughing, and they’re comforting me..

“The weather is perfectly sexy, isn’t it?,” I laugh. 

“Speaking of perfectly sexy…” 

So corny. I fucking love it. 

It’s always fun to get to know cool people. Apparently, he knows someone who has access to a parking garage. We can one day have a threesome there and experience the pillars and echos… At Lay’s mention of a gangbang, of course Lay, Eli replies, “Dude, I’ve got a whole platoon who would line up for you guys.” Ya’ll making me blush. 

God, the sexual tension is real. This guy is direct and straightforward. Again, so refreshing. 

We decide to drive up the coast line a little further up and stop at a popular beach. Lots more cars are parked at this one, and some are having tailgate parties at past midnight. Oahu is fun ya’ll. The rain disappears, and we’re left with moonlit cloudy skies and an air of anticipation. Now that we know Eli has superior night vision, he scopes out an area as we head away from the parking lot and near the waters. All smiles, a little scared and a little giggly, I listen to the waves gently crashing and the mens’ assurance… and reassurance.

“You’ll be able to see people from here because of the parking lot lights, but they can’t see us.”

“If there’s anyone coming, I’ll be able to see them, and we’ll have plenty of time.”

“Oh and there’s just a homeless guy behind us. He’s basically asleep. He’s fine, he won’t do anything.”

…Okay then, everything’s gucci. Let’s try this again – lay down towels, sit our asses down, proceed with small talk. 

Eli starts with, “So what are your boundaries?” So much for small talk. 

“Well, I’m an anal virgin, so not that yet. And a little rough is okay but not rip off my clothes rough,” I answered. 

“I’m straight. And whatever she’s comfortable with,” Lay smiles. 

“I’m not into dudes or anal, so aren’t we all a match,” Eli laughs. 

Then comes an erotic silence where we start to communicate with our eyes and body language. Lay starts to gently make out with me, and I feel more than two hands massaging my legs. I begin to relax and spread my legs a little more open, a request veiled as an invitation, for Eli to massage a little higher. As his fingers glide gently across my inner thigh, he moves up in one fluid motion and begins to touch my breasts. Lay takes note and unbuttons the front of my romper. He smiles and asks me to stand so he can remove the one-piece. Before I sit back down, without a word and only eyes of lust, Lay takes off my lacy black thong. Eli follows suit and removes my matching lacy black bralette, leaving me naked and undeniably creamy. Lay resumes kissing me on the lips and his fingers automatically finds my bare wet pussy. I collapse in submission on the towel and lie on my back as Lay plays with my clit and Eli massages my breasts. I breathe heavier and slight moans escape my lips, begging for more. Lay moves down and gently flicks the tip of his tongue on my hard nipple. Eli proceeds to do the same to my other nipple. Using each hand, I grabbed their hair in pleasure of the sight and sensations. Not our first MFM, but this is the first time I have two guys licking me in this position, and I fucking love it. After plenty of sucking and licking, they get up and shuffled their pants down. Ahh… I love hard cocks, especially when they’re hard for me. Eli starts to eat my pussy, and wow, his tongue is so thick. He sucks on my clit, causing me to arch my pussy higher and higher in increasing pleasure. I moan loudly, and I didn’t really care if I wake up the homeless guy behind us. I’ve been hearing some shuffling back there, but I can’t help but to ignore it. I’m in the middle of something that requires utmost attention, you see. Eli stuffs his tongue in my pussy as far as he can go and begins to tongue fuck me. He continues with rubbing my clit in synchronized rhythm with Lay’s nipple playing and kisses. He pushes one finger in my pussy – he needs to start gentle as I’m really tight. The finger fucking may be turning Lay on more than me.

“Flip over and get on all fours, babe.”

I’m happy to oblige, darling. 

Obediently, I arch my back and excitedly anticipate Lay’s hard cock to tease me. He briefly rubs his cock on my wet pussy before pushing all the way in. Holy fuck. It’s like I’m being impaled by a solid rod. “You’re always so fucking big when you’re fucking me outdoors,” I gasp. 

“And you’re so fuckable, always so tight and wet just about anywhere.” 

Lay starts off slow but not for long, he’s fucking me rough and hard like a jackhammer. Sand starts to stick on my knees and hands, as a sexy reminder of my submission, where my place as Lay’s little slut is. In pure ecstasy, I moan out loud over the sound of the crashing waves. Acting on this encouragement, Lay’s cock gets even harder and larger, filling me up deep and exhibiting a very much desirable interference fit. Fuck yeah, I’m tight. And I know you’re obsessed. I meet Eli’s eyes as he voyeurs, stroking his hard cock. I look out at the black and white of the reflective waters and before I can continue to admire this view, Lay grabs my hair back, forcing me to arch my back and neck, and I look up at the stars where the clouds have cleared. I’m certain this is heaven. In this position, I keep moaning and my mouth stays open, obviously needing to be stuffed. As much as I love receiving, I love pleasing even more. Eli positions his cock for my mouth, and I suck it obediently, creating a pleasurable vacuum. I don’t have a chance to start off too gentle given Lay’s carnal fucking rocking my entire body. I quickly get in a rhythmic spitroast with rough fucking and cock worship. Being the good dirty girl that I am, I let Eli’s cock hit the back of my throat with each of Lay’s thrusts, nearly choking myself in pleasure. I love this because I generate a lot of delicious saliva for my favorite dirty blowjob. Those wet suction sounds alone – sex to my ears. There’s even a bit of sand involved, but hey, like I said, I love being reminded where Lay has taken his slutty submissive wife. In case it’s not obvious, these two are grunting in pleasure, but not as loud as me of course. I want to make sure they hear me loud and clear. God, Lay has a lot of stamina. In and out. In and out. In and out. I have two types of orgasms. One is an obvious rush of pleasure and a come-down, and the other is a constant orgasmic bliss, where I just keep squirting and creaming throughout penetration. He makes my knees weak as I drip our mixed juices on the towel with each thrust. When I’m squirting this much with this much cream, I’ve been in orgasmic ecstasy this whole time baby. I’ve been far from feeling shy, and I just let all my dirtiness flow freely, and I know they love it – the sight, sound, and scent. 

“I’m going to cum all over your big ass and tiny waist.”

Yes, baby. Please, I beg you for it. I moan louder into Eli’s cock, and spread my ass cheek with one hand. More than the sex itself, I know my acts of submission are what would send Lay over the edge. We’re a little kinky like that. He fucks me deep and fast in my wet pussy. He grunts harder and practically yells with dominance as he pulls out and cums his humongous wet load on my back. As he does that, I squirt far multiple times as my pussy contracts and craves his missing cock. My pussy juices are trying to leak out as his hard cock tuffs most of it in my  pussy. Like I said, interference fit baby. I’m still a good dirty girl, I don’t leave Eli. I take his wet hard cock faster and deeper in my mouth. He must have enjoyed the view because shortly, he gives the orgasmic pause that a dirty girl like me loves to savor. Eli takes his cock out of my mouth and cums hard over the sand. Aw, I think he’s being polite. No matter, the pleasure is all mine. I watch and smile. Me, completely naked with a soaked pussy, messy hair, sandy feet, and a drooling mouth. Lay, love of my life, looking at me in fiery adoration to fuck me all over again. And Eli, a confident gentleman, holds my mouth in an O shape with his thumb gently hovering at the corner of my lips. He kisses me forcefully and looks back at me, appearing content and happily surprised. Hm. He couldn’t help himself with that kiss. I’m still loving it. 

“Wow. You’re just wow. And you, you’re one lucky man. I did not expect this to be this fucking good!” 

Me neither. What an amazing fucking sexperience. 

The men continue to shower me with compliments as I dry up as best as I can, and we all get dressed. As we walk back to the lit up parking lot, all three of us have an obvious glint of lust and whiff of sex. We get near the Jeep, and before we get in, Eli grabs me and turns me around to kiss my lips hard. 

“How is it possible that anyone be this fucking attractive?”

It’s a pleasure that’s a little more than the sex itself. Lay loves that admiration probably more than I do. I tend to get a little shy and blush at these compliments. I know, after all that, I get shy over compliments… What can I say, oftentimes I’m more confident pleasing my hubby than receiving compliments, but that’s a story for another time. 

From the end of my romper shorts, Eli slips his hand in and finds my panties. He moves the thong aside and finger fucks me. I’m still really wet down there, no surprise. I try to hold my moans as I look over at the group of people having a tailgate party. It’s fucking 3am in a lit up parking lot full of cars. Hubby massages my breasts and holds my waist as I begin to squirm. After several more minutes of finger fucking, headlights from the car across from ours turn on. Oh shit. Eli slowly pulls out and squeezes my ass. “Too bad they missed out on the main show,” Lay laughs. He slaps my ass as I climb in the front passenger seat. I turn to give him a wet kiss.

What a fucking night.