An adult stories – The Bishop's Wife by rickyp83616,rickyp83616 Characters featured in this story:
The narrator — Male, 24 years old; first year in medical school; recently married to Meg in the Bountiful Utah Temple; BS degree in Health Science from BYU–Idaho.
Meg — Female, 22 years old, 5’10”, 35C; recently graduated from BYU–Idaho with a degree in Dance Performance.
Marie Wright — Female, 30 years old, 38D; graduated from Brigham Young University (Provo) with a degree in Marriage and Family Studies.
Mike Wright — Male, 34 years old; graduated from Brigham Young University (Provo) with a degree in sociology.
Bishop Boyd Brigham Miller (nicknamed “B.B.”) — 44 years old
Braidy Miller — 42 years old, Irish, red hair, 38DD
This story is fictional, and the characters are not based on any single individual — though they are a compilation of characteristics and personalities encountered in real life, and in the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any particular person is not intentional. These characters live in a fantasy world where there are no STDs and no unwanted pregnancies resulting from unprotected sex.
This story is a follow-up to “The Rising Generation” story. It’s not necessary to have read that story before this one.
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After returning from the Young Single Adult (YSA) camp we led, we were excited to hear more from the bishop’s wife about her Caribbean adventures.
Sister Miller had been the recipient of “accidental” dick picks from Austin and me in the Pair-Dare-Share challenge and had played along well — though she said she wouldn’t be deleting the photos, but that she would “hold onto it”, a double entendre we were nervous about.
She got her payback by volunteering us to supervise the YSA camp, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise as we had a great time in our body-positive, sex-positive adventure.
When we shared one of the sexual photos from the YSA camp, Sister Miller responded with a photo of herself on a Caribbean beach, on her knees, her 38DD tits hanging low, with her husband’s cock in her pussy and someone else’s cock in her mouth. We had to know more about how that picture came about.
So, we invited Sister Miller to speak at a Saturday night fireside at Mike and Marie Wright’s house, with our camp co-leaders Annie and Austin and the 13 YSAs. Ostensibly, the fireside was to be about genealogy, but we just wanted to have an opportunity to talk to her outside of the church. Her husband was not able to attend, which worked out great for us.
During her fireside, she spoke about the journey of her ancestors coming from Ireland to America, and settling in Park City, Utah, as miners. She invited us to call her by her given name — Braidy. It was a bit unusual as a woman’s name, but she was proud of her Irish heritage and name.
Braidy looks Irish with her beautiful red hair and her confident (dare I say cocky) attitude. She has high rosy cheeks and deep blue eyes that will hypnotize you if you look too long, with plenty of curves in all the right places. She stands 5’7″, but her 38DD breasts have all the priesthood, of every age, watching her every move.
After the fireside and refreshments, the YSAs thanked us for the evening and left, leaving Meg and me, Mike and Marie, and Annie and Austin. We invited Braidy to stay a little longer and tell us about the two-cock photo. This is the story she told:
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A little over a year ago, Braidy explained, the Stake President called her husband, Boyd Brigham Miller — he goes by B.B. — to be the bishop of the ward. The president explained that due to General Conference and Stake Conference, the timing was such that it would be a full month before her husband could be sustained. The president asked B.B., in the meanwhile, to think about and pray about counselors in the bishopric.
As soon as they left the Stake Center, they knew their life was about to change in dramatic ways. B.B. would be going to many more meetings, under the extra stress of members wanting financial and welfare help, and members confessing sins — from the trivial things that don’t need confession to the bishop to serious sins that can destroy families.
He would be emotionally and physically exhausted for the next five years at least, spending hours and hours at the church, and constantly on the phone answering texts and reading multiple GroupMe conversations, plus listening to members complaining about one thing or another.
Braidy said she was about to become a “bishop’s widow” — a church saying that describes a bishop’s wife whose husband is so busy that she hardly ever sees him. She would have to watch him suffer under the burdens of his calling, and not be able to do much to help him.
They decided, since they had a month to prepare, that they would escape for a vacation where they could have time just for themselves. B.B. suggested they get as far away from the Midwest as possible, with no children — so they arranged for their children to stay with relatives.
They booked a vacation to Saint Martin at a small resort with only five luxury suites. They figured the place was so small and unique that nobody would know them there and they could let loose and have a memorable “last fling” before life got serious.
They also knew the resort and much of the island were clothing-optional, so they packed light — just the bare minimum clothing, and none of the church garments.
A week later B.B. and Braidy were on what was supposed to be a seven-hour plus flight to Saint-Martin in the Caribbean. They ended up arriving late in the evening after their flight got delayed for several hours in Atlanta, eventually landing at the famous Princess Juliana airport — you’ve probably seen the photos of the airport with planes so close to the beach that you could almost reach up and touch them as they go by.
After renting a car and driving from the Dutch side to the French side of the island, they checked in the resort late, ordered dinner from a nearby restaurant, and went to bed. Saint-Martin is 2,300 miles southeast of home, and only two time zones ahead, so they didn’t have to deal much with jet lag, but they were weary after spending all day traveling.
In the morning they were greeted by their hosts and given a tour of the grounds with a beautiful tropical garden and a swimming pool — all clothing optional. Their suite had a private jacuzzi and a small kitchen.
The next day they did several tourist activities, but they were mostly interested in just spending time with each other and doing what loving couples escaping stress do — having sex. Braidy had a hysterectomy after their last child, so they didn’t worry about getting pregnant and were no longer constrained by condoms or remembering to take birth control pills.
They enjoyed meeting some fellow travelers in the nude-only swimming pool and other common areas. B.B. learned French on his mission and a lot of the language skills came back to him as they interacted with the locals, though they all spoke English just fine.
These were all just friendly visits — B.B. and Braidy were not interested in swinging or hooking up with anyone, in fact, they hadn’t even gone nude in public yet. This was personal time for them as a couple.
Since they were among total strangers, they decided to try some wine. As good Mormons, they would never drink alcohol, but they also knew this was probably the only time where they could do so without being socially criticized. They enjoyed the drink, and had several — not enough to get drunk, but definitely enough to take the edge off of the new situation for them.
On the second full day, they decided to adventure out to the nude beach.
Braidy brought out a tiny bikini that would never pass the modesty test back home. The top was not much more than two triangles held together by strings. Her large breasts spilled out all three sides of the triangle, with her areola peeking out one side of the fabric as she adjusted her coverage to try to get the tit to stay inside.
She felt very exposed but found that part of the excitement. Back home, she knew people would look at her breasts, noticing her cleavage — and she loved the attention, but everything was left to their imagination. Out here, it didn’t take much imagining. Her nipples grew with her excitement and were clearly visible to anyone who looked.
The bottoms of the bikini were similarly small — essentially a thong, but in a waterproof fabric suitable for swimming. She was careful to shave every single hair on her pussy, so nothing peeked out the edges. Her lips fought against the fabric, trying to either make a camel toe or to just slide off to the side. Maybe, she thought, she should have bought a bikini with a little more control, a little more fabric.
She finished off the look with a semi-transparent sarong wrapped around her waist.
B.B., on the other hand, loved what his wife was wearing. He had his own tightness to cover, and the Speedo she had bought for him was probably fine if he wasn’t aroused, but as it is, his semi-erect penis was pushing on the edge of the suit. It felt to him like it would pop free at any moment.
On this first adventure to the nude beach, they were not exactly planning on going nude themselves. They wanted to look around and get a feel for the situation before deciding whether to join the others. Neither had been to a nude beach before, though they had seen pictures.
They did make sure to put on lots of sunblock — it might be hard to explain an all-over sunburn when they got back home.
As they walked down the beach it became clear pretty quickly that almost everyone was topless — that was the norm. The only exceptions were the tourists like them. Braidy removed her top within just a few minutes of their arrival, freeing her nipples for the first time. It felt empowering to her — having them open to the air without all the social harassment and disapproval of others.
They wandered the full length of Orient Bay Beach, casually noticing all the tits and cocks and asses in full view. Nobody seemed weird about it — it was all natural and normal.
When they got to the hurricane-damaged section on the far end of the beach, they noticed several people were taking pictures. The damage provided some cover for some posing while partners took photos.
The beach had a few large boulders in the sand, and they noticed that in a depression behind one of the boulders was a young couple that was fucking — right there in public. A small crowd was watching, keeping a suitable distance, but stroking their cocks and clits as they watched. A few were taking pictures.
It was an intoxicating view for both Braidy and B.B. Neither of them had ever seen anyone having sex like this — well B.B. had walked in on his parents once, but they shooed him out before he got to see anything.
“I could never do that,” Braidy whispered to her husband. “Fucking in front of all these people. Never.” (The moisture developing in her vagina hinted that her body secretly wanted to do just that. She certainly enjoyed being seen by all the strangers on the beach.)
B.B., on the other hand, was thinking, “I want to do that. I would love to fuck Braidy with people watching.” He didn’t, however, say that out loud.
Eventually, the couple completed their performance, and the crowd gave a round of applause. The young woman getting fucked looked embarrassed by the attention, though the young man seemed to be proud of his feat.
B.B. and Braidy began their return back up to the beach. They settled into a couple of beach chairs to soak in the sun and rest — and promptly removed the rest of their clothing. It was liberating for these Midwesterners who had never been nude in public before — and a bit exciting as closet exhibitionists. But, among the hundreds of people on the beach who were also nude, they were not particularly noticed by anyone else.
Braidy was relieved that it was no big deal to be exposed like this. She’d spent her whole life feeling like people were staring at her tits, at least since her breasts began to grow earlier than anyone else in her elementary school. She had been teased mercilessly as “Booby Braidy” and at first tried to hide her endowments with high-neck shirts and bust-tightening underwear.
That all changed when she met B.B. He was the first guy she’d dated who didn’t spend the entire date staring at her breasts. He was also the first guy (and up to this point, the only guy) who was given permission to touch them. His touch was incredibly erotic, as Braidy discovered that she could orgasm just from B.B. playing with her tits. Her nipples were very sensitive, perhaps from nearly 20 years of being off-limits to boys.
B.B. and Braidy were virgins when they got married in the Logan Utah Temple, but she had experienced many pre-marital orgasms under B.B.’s gentle tit massages. Of course, she returned the favor and had given him some excellent hand jobs and blowjobs before they married.
But the best experience was when they snuck away to make out up the canyon at Spring Hollow Campground. It started getting hot and heavy, close enough that Braidy was thinking about losing her virginity right there, two weeks before they were supposed to get married.
B.B. suggested he put his cock between her breasts and have her squeeze them tight while he drove his cock back and forth between them. They put a little lotion on her tits and his cock, and he fucked them. He really got into it.
The sensation was what he thought her vagina would feel like (well, it isn’t, but that’s what he thought at the time). Her sensitive tits made it exciting for her, and the two of them came, almost at the same time — him shooting his load on her face and chin, some even getting up her nose.
Tit fucking became part of their regular make-out routine and continued well after marriage — though they haven’t done it as much lately. It still was her favorite memory. It was that night in the campground that she came up with her secret nickname for him. Whenever Braidy wanted to fuck her husband she would call him, “Brigham,” using his middle name.
They had a private joke that when they were married in the temple, and the officiant asked “Brigham” if he accepted Braidy as his wife, he very briefly bowed his head, his eyes looking straight at her cleavage, and said, “Yes.”
Braidy knew that “yes” had two meanings — yes, he would marry her, but also “yes” he wanted to take her virginity and fuck her right there on the altar in front of all these witnesses.
As Braidy lay on the nude beach in Saint Martin, soaking up the sun, and watching the parade of cocks seemingly waving “hi” to her as they passed her by, she started thinking about tit fucking. The more she thought about it — wondering what that Black man’s cock would feel like between her breasts, or that European man’s cock, or that Hispanic man’s cock, or that… — the more aroused she was getting.
“Brigham, we need to get back to the room,” Braidy announced. It had been a while since he had heard that name, but he knew instantly what it meant, as did his cock. They gathered up their things and put the bottom half of their suits back on and walked back to their resort — she walked topless the whole way.
B.B.’s cock started poking at the top of his suit in anticipation. Once they got there, Braidy told her husband what she needed him to do. She oiled up her tits and his cock and they went at it like they were 18-year-olds at Spring Hollow Campground.
Her tits weren’t as firm as they were more than 20 years ago, especially given all the breastfeeding she had done over the years. (She really loved breastfeeding her children, insisting on breastfeeding them at bedtime every night until they were about 4 years old.)
She still loved the feeling of a tit-fuck, or at least the memory of the feeling. Unlike in the campground, B.B. not only fucked her tits but slid his cock deep into his wife’s vagina. Three kids had done their damage to her hole, but not to her clit, and B.B. did his best to give Braidy the best orgasm possible.
After the fuck session, they soaked in the jacuzzi for a while, then went out to eat at the most expensive restaurant they could find — one that allowed topless dining, so Braidy could continue the exhibitionist emotions of this place.
They ordered some wonderful food and while they waited, asked for recommendations for the drink. The bartender recommended they try the local favorite, guavaberry rum. Being a bit naïve about alcohol content, they readily accepted.
They sipped the rum and loved the combination of the spicy and bittersweet flavors of the drink. They finished their first drink during the meal and added another, feeling a little more relaxed and happier than before.
While they were enjoying the moment, they heard a familiar voice call out, “B.B.! Braidy! I didn’t expect to see you here.”
They knew the voice. A brief moment of terror crossed their minds. They had flown thousands of miles to get away from anyone that knew them, but here, in this restaurant, stood the Sunday School President from their home ward, and his wife, the teacher for the 6-year-olds in the primary — Mike and Marie Wright.
They tried to cover up their terror by acting calm — smiling and greeting Mike and Marie. As B.B. stood up to shake Mike’s hand, he wobbled a bit, the rum beginning to affect him.
Then Braidy realized she was topless in front of them and tried to cover her breasts by crossing her arms, but, of course, they were much too large to hide like that. Braidy tried to sink lower into her chair, wanting to disappear.
Then she noticed. Marie was topless too. And Mike was wearing beach shorts and nothing else — certainly not garments. She thought he might even be commando because she saw what looked like the outline of a cock getting harder by the minute.
To be polite B.B. invited Mike and Marie to join them at their table. Mike sat next to Braidy.
“What are you doing down here?” B.B. asked.
“We come down here almost every year,” Mike explained. “Marie loves the freedom of going topless,” he said, “and I certainly enjoy the scenery.”
Mike looked straight at Braidy’s tits and wasn’t being subtle about it. He noticed that they were getting aroused — poking out more than before.
“So, what are you two doing here?” Mike asked, with a little bit of a twinkle in the words suggesting they had been doing something sexual and had been caught in the act.
B.B. knew they were in a compromising situation, and he knew that in a couple of weeks, Mike and Marie would be asked to sustain him as the new bishop of the ward. He knew he had to come clean.
“Mike, I have a secret to tell you, but you can’t tell anybody for a couple of weeks. I’m going to be sustained as the new bishop of the ward. We came down here for one last fling before the calling begins.”
Mike and Marie’s reactions were not what B.B. expected. They were thrilled for him. They totally understood and offered to help them enjoy their last week of freedom on the island.
As Mike was being supportive of B.B., he slid his hand under the table and put it on Braidy’s thigh. She was still only wearing her bikini bottoms, so there was no cloth between Mike’s hand and Braidy’s skin.
Braidy wondered if she should swat his hand away or say something to her husband about what was going on under the table. But she didn’t. She felt some tingling in her pussy as this friend of theirs was touching her. She grabbed hold of her glass of rum, running her finger across the lip of the glass.
Since she didn’t move his hand or say anything, Mike slowly slid his hand up her thigh, all the while talking to her husband about the various things to do on the island. Mike’s hand could feel the heat from Braidy’s pussy as he got closer, and then he met the thin piece of fabric that covered her most private parts.
He gently stroked his finger over the fabric, feeling her labia lips and the crack between them. The bikini was getting moist as her arousal increased. Mike could see her nipples growing, sticking out prominently from her breasts now, in front of everyone in the restaurant, including her husband.
When the server brought drink refills, his eyes paused and stared at those beautiful erasers sticking out. I’m sure he’d seen hundreds of women’s breasts, but Braidy’s caught his eye. She noticed him pause. She felt his eyes touching her sensitive tits.
Mike felt her getting wetter.
Braidy twisted her seating position and lifted one leg up under her knee, giving Mike more access to her crotch. She held onto her glass of rum even tighter, for courage.
Mike then slid her bikini to the side, giving him free access to her innermost parts. Braidy took a drink of rum, not a sip, but a large swallow as Mike fingered her crack, circling her clit a couple of times before entering her vagina. First one finger, and then two slid inside Braidy. He rolled them side to side and then in and out again. Braidy finished off the rum in her glass — her second drink tonight.
The server returned to refill her glass, making eye contact with her briefly before slowly pouring the rum. She felt his eyes, from across the table, licking her areola and sucking on her tits.
B.B. could also see his wife was getting aroused — he knew she was an exhibitionist and thought it had to do with her being on full display in front of people from their hometown. He didn’t know what was going on under her side of the table.
But he did know what was going on under his side of the table. Marie had made the same move on B.B. — sliding her hand up his bare thigh and was now caressing his cock on the outside of his Speedo swimsuit. The tip of his cock was now more than poking out the top.
Marie pulled the top of the suit down to the bottom of his staff, and was gripping his cock, almost stroking it, but not quite. It was more like she was holding onto an iron rod, wishing she could partake of the fruit of his loins.
A little pre-cum formed on the top of his cock, and when Marie noticed, she ran her finger across it, and brought her finger to her mouth, getting a sample of what she hoped would come.
“Brigham, don’t you think we should invite Mike and Marie to see our cottage?” Braidy said.
B.B. was confused — she called him Brigham, but in the same sentence invited the couple over to their room. They had heard the invitation, too, so he felt trapped — he had to extend the invitation.
“Yes, of course,” he said. “Would you like to join us at our hotel, the Jardin d’O? We’re in a garden suite with a jacuzzi and pool.”
Mike and Marie were indeed familiar with that resort — they didn’t tell B.B., but they were staying there also. They soon realized they were in the adjoining suite.
Mike smiled and said they would meet them in 20 minutes. B.B. successfully put his cock away, and Braidy straightened her bikini, and they set off for the resort, the remaining bottle of rum in hand.
As they walked back, B.B. asked Braidy what she was thinking. “You called me Brigham.”
Braidy said she wanted to fuck like the couple on the beach, with an audience — but not strangers watching. This was someone they knew they could trust. “I mean, they’re down here as naked as we are. They won’t tell anybody.”
“Would you be willing to fuck me in front of them?” Braidy asked.
B.B. enthusiastically agreed.
Mike and Marie were ecstatic over the potential action here. They had done some soft swinging many times — it’s one of the reasons they love coming to Saint Martins so often. They took the long way to their room so they wouldn’t get there too soon. When they got to their room, they quietly unlocked the door between their suite and the Miller’s suite — the two suites were adjoining with a connecting door. They then went around to the front entrance of the Miller’s room and knocked on the door.
Braidy answered the door, now completely nude — she had removed her bikini bottoms and stood in front of Mike a totally naked woman. When Mike and Marie walked in and saw B.B. completely naked also, Marie said, “I guess we’re over-dressed,” and they both dropped their limited clothing on the ground too.
“Come join us in the jacuzzi,” B.B. offered. The four of them sat in the tub laughing and talking for a while before Braidy casually mentioned watching a couple fuck on the beach. She asked if Mike had ever seen such a thing.
“Oh yes, we’ve actually done it.” He then looked directly at Braidy and asked, “Would you like to fuck on the beach? I know just the place.”
Braidy thought it was a generic, hypothetical question, and perhaps under the influence of the rum, answered, “Maybe,” then paused and said, “Yes.” During the pause, her pussy was persuading her it would be exciting to be on display while being fucked.
Mike, however, saw this as an opportunity. He wasn’t being hypothetical in his question. Although Braidy didn’t realize it, in his mind she had just agreed to fuck Mike, in public, on the beach.
The conversation turned to public sex, and eventually Braidy pretended to jokingly ask if the Wrights would fuck each other in front of them.
Mike didn’t hesitate to answer, without even checking with his wife, “Yes, we’ll fuck in front of you, but only if you do it in front of us.” He and Marie had done same-room soft swapping several times, so they were excited to initiate B.B. and Braidy into that world.
Both couples arranged themselves on the king-sized bed in the Wright’s bedroom, with Braidy and Marie on their backs while Mike and B.B. positioned themselves above their wives in missionary position and began having sex.
It was awkward for B.B. and Braidy, having never done this before. Their nervousness made their lovemaking less erotic and more performative.
Mike and Marie were concerned about coming off too strong for the Miller’s first time — so they tried mirroring what they saw B.B. and Braidy do. Eventually, both couples had orgasms and nervously laughed about the experience.
Mike suggested they try something different next time. “Tomorrow, let us be the hosts. We’ll show you around the island and get more comfortable.” Then, looking at Braidy, “I’ll show you the best place for you to be fucked on the beach.”
Braidy saw his eyes and felt a connection with Mike — she thought, “He wants to fuck me on the beach.” She had just been fucked by her husband in front of some friends, and yet the possibility of fucking Mike aroused her even more — it was creating a tingling sensation in her pussy.
They agreed to meet in the morning after breakfast for a grand tour of the island. Mike and Marie exited the front door, to not spoil the surprises they had for the next day.
The next morning, they all loaded in the Wright’s car for the tour. Mike suggested Braidy sit up front with him while he drove, while Marie and B.B. sit in the back. He drove all over the island, both the Dutch and French sides, showing the shops and the views.
They stopped at a couple of popular beaches — at every beach the women were topless, and both Marie and Braidy had removed their tops by the second stop. Both Mike and B.B. were wearing loosely fitting board shorts.
Mike pulled the car up to Cupecoy Beach and invited everyone to see one of his favorite sites. The beach is clothing optional, but not nearly as busy as Orient Beach. The beautiful cliffs and rock formations provide little caves that couples can use to escape the sun. Mike suggested they walk past the first beach around to the middle one.
There was almost nobody on the beach when they arrived — so they had plenty of room to lay out towels and relax for a few minutes. Both Mike and B.B. dropped their shorts to enjoy the warm sun and beach.
After a while, Mike invited them to go exploring the nearby caves.
Mike extended his hand to Braidy to help her up and didn’t let go when they started walking. To everyone else it appeared that Mike and Braidy were married to each other — a cute couple holding hands as they walked.
B.B. saw his wife leaving with Mike and so he held Marie’s hand as they walked. B.B. noticed Mike put his arm around Braidy’s waist and pull her closer — even snuggling with her while they walked. He was a little nervous about his wife being handled like that by another man, but Braidy was laughing and enjoying the attention, so he let it pass.
Once they got to a cave, they felt a cool breeze blowing. Mike suggested Braidy come close so he could create a wind barrier — and turning his back to the wind, brought her into his chest, her breasts pressing on his, her nipples showing the beginning signs of life, as Mike’s cock also woke up to the skin-on-skin touch. It wasn’t particularly hard yet but was rising to the occasion.
Braidy turned her head and rested it on Mike’s shoulder, looking at her husband. She gave him a wink and a nod, telling him she was okay with it, and consenting to him holding Marie in a similar way.
B.B. was uncomfortable at first but brought Marie in close. She was facing away from him, so he put his arms around her waist and pulled her in tight. His now hardening cock was pressed against the crack between her butt cheeks.
Marie put her hand on his hand and brought it up, so he was palming her breast. With her hand on top, she guided B.B. in massaging her tits. It didn’t take long for B.B. to do the massaging without her guidance.
Marie could feel his cock continue to grow, and instinctively let out a sound like a cat purring. Marie pressed her backside into B.B.’s cock, grinding side to side like they were dancing, while he continued to molest her tits. One hand drifted lower and started massaging her clit.
Braidy, encouraged by her husband’s moves, turned around to face the beach, her back now against Mike’s cock. She put her arms behind her and gripped his now hard cock, giving it a squeeze, and then stroked it while Mike put his hands beneath Braidy’s breasts, lifting them, massaging them, and pinching her tits between his fingers.
They then heard someone coming their way and broke off the intimate connections and decided to head back to the car to continue their tour.
Once in the car, while Mike was driving to their next destination, Marie bent over and put B.B.’s cock in her mouth. The sucking noise immediately drew Braidy’s attention. She turned to see the couple making out in the back seat — her husband and her friend, who was fondling his balls and swallowing his cock while they were driving through town.
The raw sexuality of it reminded her of the couple fucking on the beach that they had seen the day before, and she couldn’t help but stare. She was aroused by it, watching her husband’s cock go in and out of Marie’s mouth. Finally, she looked at her husband, who was staring at her, wide-eyed, a little in shock.
She smiled and blew him a kiss, and then felt Mike’s hand on her upper thigh. He was trying to find her pussy while driving — a dangerous activity. Braidy turned her body so she could watch her husband and Marie more easily, and at the same time pointing her crotch directly at Mike. She slid the fabric aside, took his hand, and put it directly on her soaking-wet pussy. He found her clit and moved his fingers down to her vagina, reaching to put a finger or two inside her.
Braidy continued to watch her husband’s cock being ministered to by Marie while Mike was fingering her. The combination of voyeurism and being finger fucked by Mike while in a moving car was too much. She had an orgasm right there, in public. It wasn’t a large explosion in her pussy, but more of a quiet, eyes rolling up in the head, fireworks going off between your legs kind of orgasm.
She quickly looked out the car window to see if anyone was watching — and didn’t notice anyone specifically, but there were a few people that could have seen if they were looking. She was excited by the possibility of being caught and reached over to grab Mike’s cock, which was fully at attention, and began stroking it for him. There wasn’t really room for her to do much more — at least without wrecking the car — but she gave it her best.
While she was masturbating Mike, she heard B.B. say something about almost coming. Marie kept mouth fucking him. B.B. grunted, and Marie’s head stopped moving as he unloaded a mouthful of cum. Marie took it all in and swallowed it. A few drops leaked out the side of her mouth, and after swallowing, she licked up the leaks off of B.B.’s cock.
Braidy looked out the car windows again, noticing a man on a balcony who was looking right at their car. “He couldn’t have seen much,” she thought to herself. “He’s too far away, right?” The uncertainty excited her more.
Both B.B. and Braidy had orgasms, but Mike and Marie had not. Braidy suggested they find a room so they could get their turns. But Mike wasn’t ready for his tease to end. He wanted the Millers to go further, and it was only lunchtime.
In the back seat, Marie curled up under B.B.’s arm, his right hand resting on her tit. In the front seat, Braidy continued to play with Mike’s cock, but without the energy of masturbation — it was more like she was playing with her new toy, which was not as hard as it had been earlier.
Mike drove on to a beachside restaurant. The four of them put a few more clothes on and sat down for a delicious meal. Their server took their orders and brought them drinks. It was a little early in the day, but Braidy had taken a liking to guavaberry rum and had one with her lunch.
B.B. wasted no time moving his hand under the table up to Marie’s crotch. He massaged her clit and labia outside her clothing, while on the other side Braidy’s hand was already inside Mike’s shorts stroking his cock.
It wasn’t a secret to their spouses — Braidy and B.B. were repaying the attention given them in the car. Even the server could see what was going on when she delivered their food. Unfortunately, it takes two hands to eat and drink, so the under-the-table touching had to end for a while.
After lunch, Mike said he had a special place to show them. It would require a bit of a hike, so they parked the car on a gravel lot near Friar’s Bay and walked a 10-minute hike on a narrow trail into the hillside. The trail opens up to a secluded beach, called Happy Bay. Hardly anybody was there, probably because of the hike required to get there, but it was beautiful.
After stripping off all their clothes, they all played in the water. B.B. and Braidy felt 20 years younger as they enjoyed the company of their friends. After a while, they decided to rest and enjoy the sunshine. They laid back on their towels and relaxed.
Mike looked over at Braidy’s large breasts, now spread out across her chest as she lay there on her back. He wanted to start pushing the envelope, so he reached over and began caressing her chest, a gentle touch that focused on the large areolas and the nipples that began rising to his attention.
B.B. had his sunglasses on and secretly watched this unfold. He wanted to see how his wife would react to being touched by Mike, in public, on a bright sunny day. His cock started to get hard, aroused by the public molestation of his wife.
Braidy turned her head and looked at Mike, and then at her husband. She couldn’t tell if B.B. was watching or not. It may have been the rum, or maybe just the situation, but she decided to do nothing — to let Mike have his fun.
Mike became only the second person in her 42 years that was allowed to touch her breasts in a sexual way.
Marie, also watching, suggested Mike kiss her tits. He rose up on his elbows and leaned over to kiss the now even larger nipples. At first, it was just a touch, lips to tits. Braidy inhaled, lifting her chest higher, instinctively arching her back just a little to move her tits closer to Mike’s mouth.
Mike responded by separating his lips and drawing out his tongue to lick the sides of the erect nipple. His tongue moisturizing them, they glimmered in the sunlight. Mike lowered his lips completely around the nipple and drew it into his mouth, pulling on the heavy breast below. His hand lifted the breast, squeezing it gently while sucking on her tit.
He lifted himself even higher and reached across Braidy’s body so he could minister to her other nipple, licking up the sides, putting it in his mouth and sucking it up as his hand fondled her breast. As he did this, his cock grazed across Braidy’s hips, leaving its own trail of moisture from its tip on her skin.
B.B., no longer secretly watching, turned on his side to watch everything. He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it while his wife received what felt to her like the ministering of an angel on her sensitive breasts. She closed her eyes and soaked in the sunshine and the erotic feeling that was overcoming her.
Marie slid over to the other side from her husband and began caressing Braidy from her clit to her vagina and back.
Mike lifted himself further, pressing his lips now on Braidy’s lips — her first romantic kiss from someone other than her husband in more than 20 years. Her lips instinctively separated, allowing Mike’s tongue to penetrate into her, playing a game of twister with her tongue, while never opening her eyes.
He rolled his body on top of hers, his cock now nearing the opening to her womb, leaving a trail of moisture on her as his hips rocked forward revealing their desires. Marie took hold of her husband’s cock and positioned it at Braidy’s entrance, and at the next rock of his hips, he entered Braidy — her first fuck ever from someone other than her husband.
The rum, the arousal from her breasts, the tongue and the kissing, Marie’s work on her clit, her husband watching — all made her more than ready to fuck. Her pussy was already leaking when Mike entered. He slowly moved his hips forward, penetrating the full length of his cock, before sliding backward. He leaned forward for another kiss, his tongue continuing to play with hers while his cock slowly rocked back and forth inside Braidy.
Then he sat back up so he could watch her tits bounce as he put more force into his forward fucking motion. Her tits waved up and down with each thrust. He started with slow thrusts, finishing each push by with a distinct pounding of his cock on the deepest part of her insides. Their rhythm matched the waves coming in from the ocean, an unending wave after wave of fucking that never ends.
Braidy arched her back and rolled her hips trying to get every inch of his cock. As Mike stroked in and out, Marie reached between them and played with Braidy’s clit, increasing the speed of her touch as Braidy’s breathing changed to shorter breaths, matching Mike’s pushing his cock into her, faster and faster.
Mike reached down, grabbed both her breasts roughly with his full hand, and lifted them to his mouth, kissing and sucking her tits again while he fucked her hard.
A few moments later, Braidy exploded in one of the hardest orgasms she’s ever experienced. It kept going. She kept going, telling Mike, “Keep fucking me. Don’t stop.” Her orgasm continued for several minutes — somewhere in the middle Mike exploded his cum directly into Braidy, filling her hole with all the sperm he could squeeze out.
Braidy yelled again, “Don’t stop,” so Mike kept fucking as long as his cock held its strength. Finally, when they came down from the orgasmic bliss that had taken Braidy to a new place, he pulled out and rolled back on his towel. Cum leaked out of Braidy’s vagina, dripping onto the towel and sand beneath her.
While they were so consumed by fucking each other, they hadn’t noticed a few people on the beach had come over to watch. Their audience was stroking themselves as they watched what they thought was a married couple having sex. Some were taking pictures.
One of the people taking pictures was B.B. — actually, he had shot a video of it on his cell phone, a video that both the Millers and Wrights would watch over and over many times in the coming months.
When she realized what she’d just done, Braidy got scared that she’d ruined her marriage, and her reputation would be shattered by the photos getting out. She started crying and trying to cover herself up with her towel.
B.B. puts his arms around his wife and held her close to help her calm down. He told her it was okay, that he loved her, and that she didn’t need to worry. He told her to come with him, as they walked out into the ocean, away from the small crowd. They got a little more than waist-deep in the water and held each other. Mike and Marie could see they were talking.
Marie was proud of her husband — he had accomplished one of their fantasies, having full-on sex with another woman, a threesome of sorts. Up to this point they had only done soft swapping — no penetration of anyone else — but this was different. This was fucking beautiful. She was turned on by the whole experience and was looking forward to a thorough fucking as soon as they get back to their hotel suite.
Eventually, B.B. and Braidy came out of the water. They slowly walked down the beach, no longer holding the towel around her. She had clearly calmed down, and they were kissing and laughing together.
When they returned to their friends, Mike said, “I’m sorry if you weren’t ready for that.” Her reply surprised him.
“Mike — don’t apologize. Honestly, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. I couldn’t have done it without you and Marie.”
She turned to Marie and said, “Thank you for sharing your husband. I’d like to return the favor. Would you fuck Brigham when we get back to our suite?”
“Are you sure?” Marie asked.
“Yes, I’m sure. Besides, I think he not-so-secretly would love to fuck someone else, and I’d be honored if you would do that for him.”
They rested for a while, mostly in silence staring out at the ocean waves, and then packed up their things, got dressed again, and headed back to their hotel. When they arrived, all four of them got out of the car, but Mike and Marie went to the room next door to Braidy and B.B.
“Wait, you’re staying here too?” B.B. said.
“Yes, and I have a surprise for you.” They walked into the Miller’s room and Mike opened the connecting door. “We don’t even have to go out if you don’t want to. We’re right here.”
The couples ordered dinner delivered in and spent the rest of the evening talking about their day and the happy ending at Happy Bay beach. Braidy suggested they get comfortable in the jacuzzi. Of course, they were all naked.
Mike loved the feeling of being naked in a jacuzzi and told his wife they were going to get a hot tub as soon as they flew home. She liked the idea but had one rule she wanted to make: No swimsuits in the hot tub. Their house rule was you had to be naked to use the hot tub.
Braidy felt like Marie needed to fuck B.B. to restore balance to their relationships and sent them off to the bedroom. B.B. and Marie went through the connecting door to Mike and Marie’s room so nobody could see what happened. It sounded like Marie got a good fucking from Braidy’s husband, though neither B.B. nor Marie said what happened.
The couples talked late into the evening before retiring to their own suites.
The next morning was the Miller’s final full day on the island. The four Midwesterners met for lunch, and saw a few more sights, eventually ending up back at Happy Bay. Braidy had one more request of her husband — she wanted him to be the one who fucked her on the beach. They played in the water and laid out on the beach for some sun before they started kissing and caressing, getting each other aroused.
As they were making out, Braidy bent over, doggy style, while her husband started fucking her from behind while Mike and Marie watched.
After a few minutes, Mike laid down near Braidy and started caressing her tits as they hung down beneath her. He offered his cock to Braidy’s mouth — which she eagerly took in, giving him a blow job while her husband fucked her from behind.
It wasn’t her best oral work on Mike, mostly because B.B. was fucking her so hard she had a difficult time keeping Mike’s cock in her mouth.
Braidy loved the feeling of having two cocks in her at the same time, one on each end. And she wasn’t bothered that a few people were watching them do it on the beach, this time with her husband. One of the people watching and taking pictures was Marie.
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We finally had the answer to the question we were wondering about. The two cocks in the picture Braidy had sent us belonged to her husband and Mike Wright, and it was taken by Marie.
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The next day, B.B. and Braidy were on the plane back home, returning to reality. Mike and Marie followed a day later.
About two weeks after that, Braidy, Mike, and Marie confessed their island sexual behavior to their new church leader — Bishop B.B. Miller. Bishop Miller recommended they not do that again, at least not until the next summer when the four of them were going to Cancun together.
As bishop, he has the authority to decide these things, so he told them there was no need for any official church discipline. He then confessed to them that he and Marie didn’t have sexual intercourse, so he didn’t need to confess anything to the Stake President either. He had used all his other skills on her but has never had sexual intercourse with anyone other than his wife.
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After telling us the whole story, Braidy said, “And that’s why Mike is a counselor in the Bishopric. He knows too much!”
“Don’t forget, Brigham still owes me a fuck,” Marie added.