It was June of 1990. Kelly had won a trip to Spain through her job. They got the trip by spending money with a media company. They had an internal contest and Kelly won the trip for two. She found out back in March that she won and had been feverishly planning and hitting the gym and tanning salon ever since.We arrived on a Sunday after an overnight flight to Brussels and then a short hop to Torremolinos on Spain’s Costa Del Sol. The first item on our printed agenda was to meet up at a cocktail party on the top floor of the hotel. There were around forty to fifty people with the group, maybe a handful of host employees and their partners, and the rest of the group was split about half each with folks like us that just got lucky and business owners of companies that kept the trip for themselves.The only real rule on the trip was that we had to make an appearance at the daily six o’clock cocktail parties. Something about the IRS, but they were serious that we needed to appear. All the rest of the time was ours. Actually, the cocktail parties were nice because they did work as icebreakers and we met lots of new people.Kelly had planned to spend plenty of time on the beach so Monday morning we wandered out to the resort’s beach and found a number of the group already camped out. Before too long there were at least a dozen or more of us. While the beach was topless and we saw bodies of every shape, it was clear that this group of Americans seemed happy to keep their boobs covered. Three of the guys had brought 35mm cameras with zoom lenses to catch the sights and were comical in their efforts to photograph topless women while appearing as though they weren’t.I could tell Kelly wasn’t too pleased and we discussed it at lunchtime. She had planned to go topless as it’s “normal” in Spain. She decided that we didn’t really know these people and would likely never see them again so who cares what they think? We arrived early for the siesta beach session. Kelly took off her top and lay on her front while I slathered her back in sunscreen. A half hour or so later, when the rest had arrived, she simply rolled over and slathered up her front and that was that.Some old biddies whispered amongst themselves. At least one of the guys took pics of Kelly without getting slugged by his wife as another guy had by his wife. At twenty-nine, Kelly was the youngest woman in the entire group and clearly, by a country mile, the sexiest and best-looking. The other guys were all stealing glances and Kelly was happy.On Tuesday, Kelly wore a much smaller bikini than the day before. It had straps that wrapped way up over her hips and covered maybe half her butt. It was cut so narrow in front and laid so flat against her skin that it was clear to all that Kelly shaved her snatch. Kelly didn’t wear a top, just a gauzy beach cover-up. She took it off as unveiling and all the guys in the group loved it. Kelly’s boobs were 32F and defying all laws of age and gravity. Her bottle-blond hair was shoulder-length. She gave up the tight perm curls of a year ago and now her hair was just wavy. At five-feet-two-inches, Kelly was all leg, butt, and boobs. She was simply stunning in that bikini.Soon jokes were being made as the guys ogled other girls whether they matched up to Kelly. Kelly loved the attention, has a great sense of humor and everybody just enjoyed her body and got over it.Two of the guys who had struck up a fast friendship with us were Barry and Scott. Barry owned a Chevy dealership and Scott, his best friend and golfing buddy, owned several furniture stores. They were both mid-forties and had been managing to ditch their wives for several of these trips. Scott was one of the camera guys. At one point, Kelly nailed him on why he hadn’t taken any shots of her. He kind of stuttered for a bit until Kelly let him off the hook. And with a wink and a glint, she let him know it really would be okay. She posed in her chair (and even rolled over so he could get some ass shots) as he shot an entire roll of film.We met up with Scott and Barry for dinner that night. As was the case at every meal, the wine or sangria was flowing fast. Everything was just a short walk from the resort, so going home drunk seemed pretty okay. After dinner when we were all having some laughs Barry mentioned that he spoke to the concierge Escort esat and found out there was a nude beach about twelve kilometers up the coast. He was finding some folks who were interested.Kelly’s eyes lit up immediately. We had been to a nude beach in Florida a year before and had some great random sex. From the smile on her face, I knew her twat was already wet.As we got a little deeper into it, the real story was that there were some guys who would like to go if Kelly was going. They loved seeing her topless and wondered if she was up for nude? What nice sweet people. Who didn’t know a thing about my sexually ravenous wife! Yes, we agreed to meet in the lobby after late breakfast.It was Kelly, myself (six-feet-four-inches tall, two hundred thirty pounds and standard white-boy equipment), Barry, Scott, Daniel, and Butch. Butch and Daniel’s wives were taking a planned shopping trip for the day and had no clue what their husbands were up to. Butch was married to staff and Daniel was there because his wife was a VP who got the trip.We piled into a small taxi-van with Kelly lying across several guys’ laps. She was wearing an oversize white tank top and elastic waist soccer shorts. There was plenty of side boob and butt cheek showing and the guys were resting their hands on her and gently massaging what they had in close reach.This beach was basically an unimproved section of coastline. I’m sure a resort was on its way, it just hadn’t been built as yet. So, it was unofficial, but once we made our way over a dune and found a path we were met with a glorious beach that was active but far from crowded and had lots of naked bodies, again in all shapes and sizes, enjoying the sun.We started laying out beach towels: Daniel, Kelly, me, then the other guys, all of us in a row. Kelly said in the van, as the guys were all being very flirty about her being naked, that she would be the last one in the group to remove her clothes. If she was going to show, the guys needed to as well.The guys wasted no time in stripping naked. It was just random that we were all facing the water as we stripped. Kelly was right with us, peeling off the tank and pulling down the shorts to reveal her gloriously naked body. As Kelly lifted her head after dropping her shorts, she said what others of us were thinking, “Whoa!”Barry had turned around, facing us. His limp cock was the size of mine when fully hard. And as big around too. A six-inch long, fat limp cock hanging in front of his nuts.Scott piped in “Barry, quit showing off and hide that damn thing.”Kelly was the first to sit on her towel. Quickly Scott, Barry, and Butch realized theirs were in the wrong spot and moved their towels toward the water end of ours. They simply wanted the best view of her cunt. Who could blame them? Kelly doesn’t have one of those sewn-closed peaches. Her outer lips are about an inch apart. Her inner labia are in full view and her clit is only half covered by its hood and pokes out as soon as it’s aroused.Kelly was lying back on her elbows, her legs out flat. I held out the bottle of sunscreen and asked Kelly if she wanted any help. Butch nearly leaped to get the bottle. Kelly lay back and everyone watched as he rubbed her starting at her feet. When he got to her thighs she spread them open and said, “Don’t miss anything.” Butch made sure her pussy lips wouldn’t burn. What a thoughtful guy! He ended at her forehead. We had all rolled to our stomachs to hide the hard-ons. Of course, Butch had to comment on Kelly’s tattoo of an open rose on her pubic mound. The guys all agreed they liked it.Kelly’s nipples were so hard I thought they might bust. It wasn’t long before she rolled over. Scott grabbed the sunscreen next. He started on her neck and worked his way down, spending plenty of time on the side boob squishing out. He skipped her ass and went to her ankles and worked his way up. Kelly was softly moaning. As he reached her thighs she spread them wide. We could all see the glistening juices running down her slit. Scott really worked over her butt, massaging it deeply. Kelly swiveled her ass upwards. Her butthole was looking right at Scott. He rubbed between her legs and all along her thighs. Kelly was starting to twitch. I knew she wanted to cum and badly so. Then Scott ran his hand etimesgut escort flat from the opening of her slit all the way up and across her butthole. He did a number of slow strokes like that. It was on maybe the fourth or fifth stroke that Kelly was over the edge. She grabbed her towel with her fists, her ass popped up and slammed down a couple of times and she groaned into the sand.All of the guys had their mouths open and their cocks were raging. They had been sitting up watching and were now quickly trying to hide their boners. It was impossible to miss Barry’s. It was a good, good eight inches long and thick. The next time Kelly flipped onto her front Daniel took that shift. He flat-out fingered her with two fingers until she came.I had been watching a young couple about twenty feet away from us. If I had to guess, I’d say Brits, maybe Irish? She had stroked him hard and was now trying to not be seen as she nuzzled into his groin to suck his cock. I could see him trying to convince her of something and I was pretty sure I knew what. Sure enough! She pulled off his dick and slithered onto his chest. He manipulated his dick into her and had his knees into the air as he thrust into her pussy.I had nudged Kelly to watch. At one point I caught eye contact with the guy and gave him a thumbs-up. He said something to the girl and she peeled up off of him showing a beautiful set of C-cups bouncing on his cock. She got a thumbs-up too, from Kelly. The guy popped his load right after that. The girl rolled off, facing us, and gave a sort of “your turn” gesture.I rolled onto my back and Kelly jerked me hard. The other guys, who had been half asleep, tuned in to what was happening. Once I was hard Kelly straddled me, leaned forward and basically twerked her ass on my cock. I didn’t last long and blew a huge load into her. The other couple gave a golf clap! I motioned it back to them. The guy shrugged his shoulders and motioned it back to us. Kelly lay on her back. Butch looked at me with pleading eyes. I said, “Ask Kelly.”Kelly looked at him and said, “Come here.” Kelly’s knees were up and he climbed into her saddle with his cock in her twat. I was kind of blocking the view, unintentionally, of the other couple. They came over and sat on my towel behind me. I rolled onto my back and my hand was right by her twat. I started playing slowly with her wet slit. Butch didn’t last too long. He shot his load into her and he soon climbed off.Daniel was hard; actually, we all were hard. Kelly looked at him and said “Your turn.” She stayed on her back and Daniel fucked her cum-filled twat. He lasted maybe five minutes before he came. Kelly hadn’t orgasmed, but I could tell she was in nirvana. Naked, in the sun, people all around and being fucked by plenty of different cocks. Scott crawled up with his cock by her head and she sucked him until he wasn’t just hard, he was rock hard.Scott took up the same position as his predecessors and enjoyed a wet fuck on the beach. While Scott was fucking her Kelly had motioned for the visitor to come over so she could suck his cock. As she watched Kelly suck her boyfriend I fingered the girl to an orgasm. After she came she devoured my cock.Scott came inside of Kelly with a grunt. Kelly spat out the cock in her mouth and, staring at the sky, said: “Put that monster in me.” Then she went back to sucking the visitor. Barry got on his haunches between her knees. He was rubbing her slit up and down, up and down, with that huge tool of his. Kelly was groaning with a mouthful of cock.The girlfriend stopped sucking me to watch Barry’s cock. I went back to finger banging her twat. Barry started to slide his cock slowly into Kelly. She wasn’t so tight that she was keeping him out; he just chose to go slowly. Kelly again spat out the cock she was sucking and had an orgasm as Barry was finally balls-deep inside of her. “Oh my God! Fuck me!” she said and sucked the other cock back into her mouth.We were all watching Barry’s cock sliding in and out. Kelly was attacking the cock in her mouth, doing all she could to suck cum from his balls. She got what she wanted as he let out a grunt and gave Kelly a mouthful of cum. She showed it to all of us before she swallowed. That set off the girlfriend and I fingerbanged her to etlik escort bayan another orgasm. Then she attacked my cock and was sucking me furiously.Kelly had her heels dug into Barry’s ass trying to make him fuck her faster. He finally complied and was slamming her ass deeper into the sand. Barry grunted and busted his nut. Kelly moaned and came and I blasted that chick’s mouth with a second big load. The Europeans are not Americans. No one had come over to jerk off on us or seek a blowjob or a turn fucking Kelly. But we did have an audience from a respectful distance.We were all sweating bullets and decided it was time for a dip in the Mediterranean. I’ll say this: It was brisk! But it was what we all needed. The beach was quite shallow and we walked out for a long way. The other couple came along with us. We all bounced around in the waves. I could tell all of the guys were playing in Kelly’s pussy and with her tits. The Irish gal had her legs wrapped around me and I was sucking her tight little pink nipples. She was tugging at my cock and eventually got me hard. She motioned for me to move a bit away from the group. She grabbed my cock and aimed it into her very tight cunt. It took some doing but soon enough I was fucking her.I could tell her boyfriend was doing the same to Kelly. I made my way over to them. Boyfriend and girlfriend kissed while nailing Kelly and me. Thank God we were young and he and I were able to eke out additional orgasms. The guys caught Kelly as she fell back from him. They held her flat as she floated on her back. They were again taking turns fingering her twat. The other couple headed back to the beach. We started to as well. I noticed Kelly was wrapped around Barry. She was facing out, towards me, as I was making my way towards them and the beach. I was about ten feet away when she mouthed to me “He’s in me.”“Need any help, Babe?” I asked as I made my way past them.Kelly made a hoarse “I’m okay” as I passed. I was taking my time. Soon enough, Kelly came splashing up behind me. I took her hand and we walked along the shoreline to the end of the beach, maybe a half kilometer or so. Kelly said, “Barry’s cock is amazing and we need to plan another time to fuck before the week is over.”Kelly kissed me and said she was having the time of her life so far and we agreed it had been a great day. We made our way back to the other guys and all agreed it was time to head out and find some food. The guys got dressed. Kelly pulled on the tank top. It hung just ever-so-slightly to the bottom of her butt cheeks. She rolled up the shorts with her beach towel.We rented another taxi van for the trip back to the hotel. This trip, the guys’ hands were under her shirt playing with her boobs and pussy. Kelly made sure the cab driver got a good look at her goodies as she slowly crawled out of the minivan. The group fondles of Kelly continued on the creaky elevator ride up to our rooms.Thursday, a group of them were taking a day trip to Morocco. Kelly and I politely declined, honestly because we didn’t have the cash. Kelly had become buddies with Daniel’s wife, Janice. Janice was interested in dance, took lessons when she was young and all that. She and Kelly had been talking about belly dancing and Janice promised she would pick up an authentic costume for Kelly. Scott and Barry were also taking the trip. We spent the day sight-seeing and fucking in our hotel room (and out on the balcony overlooking the courtyard). The Morocco tour group returned late and missed the cocktail party and that kind of pissed off the hosts.Friday morning, we were back on the beach at the resort. Kelly had purchased a thong bikini at one of the shops on Thursday and was wearing it, topless of course. It was bright pink and very tiny. Kelly was careful about spreading her legs very much as it barely contained her outer lips. If she caught one of her admirers staring, she would give them a little flash. The beach was much more crowded that day: lots of folks from the UK, Germany, Canada, and the US. The Europeans paid little attention to Kelly but the folks from the UK and US were not shy in taking in her beauty.Much of the talk was about the Moroccan trip. Janice was extremely excited about the belly dance costumes she found. Barry and Scott couldn’t wait to tell me that they had picked up a djellaba, fez, and slippers for me as well as themselves and Daniel had bought the outfit too. They had cooked up a plan yesterday that the guys would wear the outfits to the cocktail party and the girls would belly dance for the group. It would be hilarious and we’d all have fun.