A walk on Smathers Beach at three in the morning can be the most romantic thing to do in Key West. The moon, nearly full, reflecting on the smooth waters casting shadows on the footprinted sand gives you goosebumps. Being with the one you love and even better, love to fuck, fills in all the blanks in your life. He never shoots blanks either. When he cums his load is full, loud and warm. Never anything to shield me from that love juice deep inside. Bare-back I love so much. As we walk slowly down the water’s edge, barefoot, me in my black bikini and a pink shawl wrapped around my waist, his hand is on my ass, his thumb in the string of my suit. His hand is warm, they are always warm, strong and comforting. He has used those strong hands in many ways to satisfy my needs often. Sometimes not often enough. I don’t mind other hands when he’s not around. More about that later. Along the beach between the sea wall and the sea oats planted as a wind and water barrier to protect the street are six thatched gazebos. A picnic table on each one. Families enjoy them, spring breakers load them with coolers of beer and the homeless camp out on them till the cops chase them off at curfew at eleven pm. Each gazebo has access to the promenade with a nearby stair and wooden walkway. The lights from the street are out till November and the end of turtle nesting season. Only the light from the hotels nearby backlight the coconut palms and the gazebos. From the walkway ahead of us the silhouette of two people emerged from the stairs. It was hard to make out whether a couple, a man and a woman or two men (not unusual in Key West) or two women. We stopped for a moment to watch them, holding hands as they led themselves to the nearby gazebo. We stopped and watched for a minute or two. Standing very still so not to be seen by the approaching couple. They were holding hands and he was leading her toward the darkened gazebo thirty yards away. I felt a hand grasp mine and squeeze. A firm tug and a “Shhh” signaled for us to move ever so slowly toward the coconut tree line and the shadows in the oats barrier. We couldn’t be seen if we were quiet. The couple reached their destination and were next to the picnic table. He had a striped hotel pool towel under his arm and carefully spread it on the table. I wonder what they had in mind out here at three in the morning. It was then I noticed a white flash on the woman’s head. Was that a bride’s head veil, I asked myself. My man smiled in the shadows but I could see that familiar grin, even in the darkness. “Wanna watch honey?” “Are you kidding, they will surely see us.” “They are too busy to pay any attention to anything but themselves.” “Come on Amber this is gonna be fun.” We moved very slowly down the oats line until we were nearly 10 feet from the gazebo. We were standing upright behind two trees that, along with the oats, hid us very well. Only the infrequent rush of a car on the boulevard broke the ocean and breeze sound. I was holding the tree with each hand, standing and my man close behind me. I could feel his chest against my bare back. His breath on my neck was warm and comforting. I was getting excited, anticipating the two lovers at the table. The couple were standing in a full embrace, arms wrapped around each other. A long kiss and small ones followed by a few quiet words I couldn’t make out. Spoken softly. His hand slipped down her back which was bare to her very short shorts. His hand slid down the waistband into the crevice between her cheeks. Noth her hands caressed his head, pushing through his hair, to the top of his head. A long deep kiss lasted a long time. The bride’s hair was long, curled and dark blond. The moon shine reflected off it as she moved her head to his kisses. His left hand moved up her back and pulled on the white bikini top string. It fell away and as she backed away from him it fell to the sand at her feet. She slowly turned away from his grasp and faced the ocean and the soft glow from the moon. My man gasped at her bare breasts in that moonglow. His break quickened on my neck and seemed to be considerably warmer. His grip on my waist tightened. This was gonna be fun tonight. “Holy fuck”, he whispered. She was truly stunning, that veil and sheer head piece. He placed his body to her back and took a breast in each hand. They barely covered them. He moved his hands around them as if to massage them both together. She reared her head back on his shoulder. He pushed his pelvis up against her ass and rolled around as if dancing. And dancing they did, she bend over and moved her hips in a rotation left to right. Twerking right here on the beach. She bent so far as to grab her ankles. He gyrated on her ass against her shorts. We could see now they were white, as was her bikini top. We have a bride. Is she on her honeymoon? Nonetheless this is a very sensuous show for us. My man was getting hot and I was getting hot, too. I don’t remember being a voyeur like this before. From our well hidden spot we had the perfect spot to watch the events next. As the bride stood up she unzipped her shorts and from behind he slid them down to the soft sand. Underneath were white lace boy shorts glowing. Nearly nude, she embraced him and motioned for him to move to the darkened gazebo. He followed her as if she had him on a string. What happened next surprised me. She climbed on the table, set so well with the hotel towel. She was on her knees with her beautiful ass in the air facing the moon and the sea. The lace panties glowing. This man wasted no time rubbing his hand on her legs, up and over the two mounds of her ass. He pushed his left hand down between the cracks of her ass and started to massage the bulge which was her pussy. Rubbing up and down. Over her covered pussy and anus. She started to move her hips. Her head was now down on the towel turned to the left, away from us but now we could hear her start to moan. Her hips moved faster as he continued to stroke up and down. Her body started to tremble and she let out a loud squeal as she came. So quickly it surprised me. “Maybe we should try that” I whispered. “Anytime, Amber”. He parted the lace and pushed it aside exposing a cleanly shaved pussy. It glowed in the moonlight. His fingers, wet from her juice slid across the clitoris, pausing to rub in small circles. Her ass rotated slowly as he kept that up for minutes before he moved his thumb to the edges of her vagina. Wet and seeming to be waiting in anticipation of entry. He slid his left thumb in to her vagina and two fingers on his left hand now continuing to massage her clit. Again her hips bounced like a dancer and she shuddered as she came again, harder this time. He pulled the panties over her hips down her legs again landing in the sand below the table. He had his knees on the rough wide bench and as she repositioned herself again, ass in the air, legs spread and head on the towel. His face closed in on her ass, we could barely see but the moon by now had moved higher in the sky and gave us better light to see by. He buried his face in her ass, moving up and down from her anus to her vagina. Up and down like he was licking her with his tongue. He would stop often at one hole or another for more attention to each. She was really enjoying this, this was certainly not her first time. This woman truly loved this. She wasn’t going anywhere. He pulled back and pushed the left hand thumb right into her ass. She didn’t jump, she just sighed and said, “are you gonna fuck my ass tonight hun?” “You bet baby as long as you want it.” With his thumb firmly in place he put two and then three fingers in her pussy. Her moans and the hips undulating again prepared for us to see her cum again. She got off in less than three minutes. My man couldn’t handle this any longer. He slid by black thong bikini bottoms aside and I felt his firm dick rubbing against my backside. I reached back and his jams were in the sand at our feet. Sneaky little devil. I guess he couldn’t handle the show in front of us. Only 10 feet away. I bent over slightly, holding the tree with both hands. My pussy was wet as it often is when my man is so close. Especially this close and this view. I could almost feel that man over there licking my ass and my pussy. I reached under my pussy with my hand and glided his fully hard cock into my wet lips. The head of his cock I know so well was swollen and was wet from the seepage from the opening under the head. He entered slowly until all eight inches rested his pelvis against my ass. Not to the bottom I relish but in. Then in and out slowly so as not to make any noise, not that our couple oh-so-close would notice with what they had happening. The couple shifted positions as the man climbed to the seat with both feet and stood between her upturned ass. He paused for a moment before he made a decision as to which hold he was going to enter. Touch choice I’m sure. “Which one honey?” “Both, fuck ‘em both.” He slipped his dick in her juicy pussy and his thumb in her ass. He alternated pumping each as she jerked her hips up and down. Twerking again. My man still was taking his time pumping slowly inside of me. It made it more difficult for me to see. My hand was massaging my clit from the front. I was not going to last like this, I planned to take full advantage of this situation. Our couple switched positions. She rolled on her back with both legs in the air, her back on the soft towel. He stood on the sand at the end of the table. We still had a great view of the action, maybe even better. He bent over and licked that swollen pussy then spit on her anus. “Put that fucker in Danny, now.” “That ass is so tight I’m afraid I’ll cum too soon.” “Don’t you cum inside me Danny, you promised.” He put both hands on her legs, spread them wider as he pushed the pink head of his cock against her anus. It was open and she ready for the penetration. In his cock went slowly until the entire large, round shaft was all the way in. We could now see he was shaved as clean as the bride. Moving slowly in and out she moaned, jerked her hips up and down, dancing again. He pounded away, deep each time, twenty, thirty or more. Suddenly he pulled out. “Wait Honey”. She had her hand on her clit just like I did. Same teacher, maybe? He didn’t even wipe his dick off as he shoved it into her pussy. She raised her leg and put them on his shoulders. He pumped hard, slammed, slapping her legs and ass hard. He bit her feet, he slapped her ass hard, again and again. She exploded in the most violent climax I had ever heard. So loud I thought she was hurt. “You mother fucker” she spat after she caught her breath. “You mother fucker” she repeated. My man was pushing his dick harder into me, I was still rubbing and we came together. Not hard but an erotic event in an erotic location. We remained silent, unusual for my man, he can be very noisy. Especially after a blow job! LOL Our couple was not finished, she spun around on the table top and hung her head over the edge. His dick knew just where to go. Right into her mouth as she hung her head over the edge. His hips moved as before, fucking her face at a slow pace. Her hands were busy, one on his balls and one on his ass. Her head bobbed in rhythm with his hips. She continued the motion and I wondered how he could hold on. She pulled his dick out of her mouth, dripping wet with saliva. Her mouth swallowed his balls, I swear both of them and she sucked hard. He held his cock and jacked it slowly. I just knew he would cum on her beautiful tits standing so high in the moonlight. Then she surprised me, she slid toward him with her head under his ass. She then pumped her tongue in and out of his ass, fast. Moaning as she worked, this woman knew her way around a man’s body. Not all men can handle it but Danny sure could. She kept it up as he jacked, his head back, chest full out. She switched again and pulled his cock in her mouth and her finger straight in his ass, pushing on his prostate. Hard. He couldn’t last, I just knew it. That drives some men crazy. He let out a muffled groan then a scream softening to a long pleasurable “don’t stop you slut.” He pulled his cock out of her mouth and wiped it on her massive tits. She kissed his balls and laughed, “You’re not gonna get me knocked up on my honeymoon Danny.” “No, your husband wouldn’t like that would he?” “Serves him right to get so drunk on our wedding night, he should have been out here with me instead of you Danny.” “Hey, we’ve been fucking since high school, no need to stop now baby.” We both broke out laughing, exposing our position only feet away. “Sorry, we couldn’t resist looking, you were wonderful.” “We were? You were here the whole time?” “Yep, the full monty, we were just walking on the beach looking for a gazebo ourselves.” “Well come join us. Tell us about the Key West locals.” Neither the bride or Danny bothered to get dressed or even cover up. I was dressed, still in my wrap and misplaced thong. My man had no pants, just his tank top. It didn’t seem to bother either of them. “Here, sit up on the pool towel. It’s big enough for four.” We talked for more than twenty minutes, swapping stories of Key West and Toledo where they were from. We told them we fucked while watching them. I was sitting next to Danny and my man on the bench below the bride. Her leg found its way to my man’s shoulder, quite provocatively. Turning his head he was nearly face to face with her pussy. I think she had made her move on my man. At first I had a funny feeling cross my mind. Shit, I’ve fucked a lot of guys and this one next to me was pretty damn good on a picnic table. Danny took my shawl and laid it on the bench seat, and with his other hand untied my bikini top. It was extremely small, covered very little of my perky 34B cup tits. My nipples were hard and I made the decision right then I was gonna get fucked by Danny. Meanwhile my man’s face was already in the freshly fucked pussy of the bride who still wore her veil. Weird to say the least. By now it was 4 o’clock and the moon was over the palms, dancing shadows over the four of us. Nothing could be duplicated in a movie. Really romantic, fucking a boyfriend, then fucking a stranger. On my beach! I have ducked several times nearby in trucks, cars and on this beach but not with a strange couple. Danny laid me back on the bench, topless but with my thong spread past my pussy. He knew how to do it. Danny bent over and put his face in my freshly wet pussy. His tongue was hard and fast on my clit, in and out, slapping against my clit. Two fingers found their way inside and sought out my g-spot. Too much of that and I would squirt all over his pretty face. He kept it up like seemed forever before his finger from his other hand found my anus. Now I am not fond of anal sex but after tonight I’ll never know. He licked his index finger and probed carefully. I felt good, his tongue, fingers and now my second hole filled. If my man would hand his dick over here I could fill all my holes. Not a first. The bride had my man’s head held firmly with both hands pushing into her honey hole. Pushing hard and fast. Was she trying to get his tongue in her ass, her legs were high enough. She squealed as she came. How many was that? 4-5 I lost count. “Hey, what about me?” I giggled. It didn’t take long for me to cum, not too hard but enough to make me squeal, grab my hair and cross my legs. “Stop. Stop, Danny” I pleaded. Didn’t work, his cock found its way between my legs and easily slipped into my slippery vagina. Used but not abused, yet. Maybe tonight. Danny pumped hard, really deep, that was one big fucking cock. A lot bigger than my man, longer, bigger around and harder than I remember. It was like a fucking log. I reached down to grab the top of the shaft to make sure it was real. Not one of those huge pink dildo vibrators. LOL. I looked up from my pounding to see my man on his back with the bride on top bouncing up and down. Her knees bent, feet on the towel and riding up and down the full length of his swollen hard dick. Never going too high for it to pull out. Up and down and hips forward and back, the bitch is dancing on my man’s dick. Shit I’ll never top that, I get great climax on top but I’ve never moved like that. Her tits bouncing up and down to her rhythm. His hand grabbing each on the down stroke. Then bounce back up again. A ballet of sex with the twerking crowd. All that was missing was the tongue. remaining on https://thebestsexstories101.blogspot.com/2019/10/lets-all-fuck-bride.html