Another time, around 1995, several families camped at the beach with all our children. My wife’s not very swimmer, so when I took a bunch of kids in snorkeling, she stayed on the beach watching us. I noticed that she was sitting with the husband of one of our friends, a guy who had made no secret of her admiration for my wife, and who had reached under her shirt and grabbed her tits as he kissed her on New Year’s Eve. He pulled his chest out of his bra and played with his nipple under his shirt for several minutes, while everyone sang “Auld Lang Syne”. Several people noticed the movement under my wife’s shirt. The previous year, as they returned from a beach trip late in the evening, he put his hand on his erection. She said she felt it from top to bottom, “tight once” and then pulled her hand off. He pulled his hand back, and shot a blanket at them. Under the cover, he picked up his shorts, and my wife felt his penis smooth and hard. She whispered “it’s not a good idea,” but everyone in the car, except the driver, seemed to be sleeping. She hit him up and down for a few minutes, smelling like he’s getting bigger and harder, and a little pre-cum came out to help lubrication. He started breathing, and she thought he’d shoot fast enough, when the other in the back seat, the guy’s wife, woke up. My wife quickly pulled her hand off and ripped off the blanket, so it was just to cover the guy and his hard-on. In both stories, I suspected there was a little more than she told me.
While we were doing snorkeling, I noticed that neither my wife nor the guy were on the beach. The children and I followed a few turtles on the coast and were left for 45 minutes at an hour. When we came back, I noticed that they were back on the beach, not too close or too far off on the carpet. After we returned, the children were cleaned and the equipment was stored, my wife suggested walking. She said she wanted to tell me what happened, but I had to promise not to say anything. I agreed. She said she wanted to smoke a joint while the kids were out in the water, and she and the guy had pulled out in a small grove of trees for a little privacy. Smoking (until she was abandoned) always excited my wife. They lay under the trees and the guy started jerking off, just put his arm on her, rub his arm and so on. He started rubbing his stomach, gradually scratching his breasts more and more. Finally, he moved his hand to his chest and tightened it on his suit. When she didn’t protest, he pulled out his suit and started rubbing his bare breasts slightly. Her breasts are very sensitive and she said her nipples were very hard. Always twisting his nipples with one hand, the guy took one of his hands and guided him to his exposed tail. Her hand closed on the well, and she started taking it. After a few minutes of this mess, he had inserted a hand into his pants and looked for his pussy. She realized, however, that they were more or less outdoors, and that even though the children were almost all in the water, there were still a few adults, including his wife. She whispered “What do we do?” and pulled her hand from her dick. He said “Sorry!” and got up on his knees. He told her how beautiful she was, continuing to rub her exposed breasts like he did. His erection jumped a few centimetres away. My wife said that because of breast massage, she could feel that she was already wet, and while she was looking at her grinchy hard-on, her impulse was to catch her, but she said, “Put this thing away. Let’s go to my tent,” shot her top on her breasts, and rose to leave. He caught his dick. “Please help me to put it away,” he said. “She closed her hand on it, bowed herself to take her head in her mouth briefly, " Pushed her a few times,” as she said, and then put it back in her shorts.
As they were returning to our tent, it appeared to him that full sex was probably not a good idea, with everyone nearby. When they entered our tent, she turned around, kneeled down, pulled out her semi-hard tail, and started sucking and pulling it. She felt it tense in a few minutes and pulled it out just in time for a sperm clot to spray her hair. She took away the rest, made him moan, they cleaned and returned to the beach. Turns out she only managed to push back the fact of getting fucked (and getting fucked several times) by the guy for about two weeks, when I came home to find sperm on our couch, but that’s another story.