Basin Point

by Lisa Peacock

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Slut Wife, Group Sex, Interracial, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: My husband was away all day at the surfing contest, it had been like this for the past couple of was starting to get boring, but two guys had ideas on how I could overcome the boredom

Basin Point, another town, another beach with good surfing conditions, surfing conditions my husband Peter loved. This was another stop off on the surfing calendar. We'd been following the circuit for the last two months; the surf at most of the beaches had been conducive in making this year one of the best. Peter was an ardent surfer and was well placed so far. The problem was I didn't share his enthusiasm for surfing, day after day and sitting around just watching was not exactly my idea of having a good time. I could only do so much surfing, and then I became bored and had to find something else to do.

Peter of course, was really addicted and dedicated to it, talked and lived it every minute of every day, when there was no more surfing to be had for the day, he and his buddies were knocking the tops off a beer or two, or three, well maybe four. By the time he managed to tear himself away from his pals, it was back to the motel, then crash until the sun came streaming through the curtains next morning.

"Ok honey, see ya later" He would shout, as he hoisted his board onto the back of the Ford and was gone.

For me it was another day playing the Surfy Widow ... and all day to do it.

There was no need to hurry the day. It was hot outside; the mercury would be high once again. I took my time showered and lounged around, becoming more bored and wishing the circuit was finished and we could all go home again. This of course was not going to happen; Peter still had a few more beaches and surfs to hit. Besides even when we got home Peter would be remembering and reviewing where he went wrong and what he could do to improve for next year ... that's assuming he did not take out the title this year. He was doing pretty well, but he was up against some of the world's best, and they took no prisoners, at the end of the week we had an eight hundred mile journey to the next venue.

I ventured outside the unit, pondering what and where to go today, beach, shopping, well I was getting a little bored with that as well.

There was couple who were packing their car, making ready to leave for their next part of the journey to, who knows where. A couple of guys, who were in an upstairs unit directly opposite us, were leaning over the balcony, casually chatting. They saw me, smiled and gave a friendly wave. I returned the gesture, then still bored, went back inside.

I tried to settle, tried to find something or somewhere to go but came up with nothing. I felt like letting out a big, loud scream.

The boredom was driving me mad, I decide on a swim and went to the pool, at least I could enjoy swimming and feel cool. Now my bikini did little to hide from view those parts of the body men liked to dream and fantasy about, however my bath robe kept all that from view until I reached the pool. It was obvious most, if not all the motel patrons were out doing something, other than swimming or hanging around the motel.

The water offered some good relief from the hot overhead sun as I swam length after length; swimming was what I was good at, with Peter it was surfing, me it was swimming.

I found a nice lounger under a sun umbrella and stretched out to let the hot air dry my wet body. My dreamy condition was interrupted by the voices coming toward me.

"Oh hi there, you not out at the beach watching the surfing honey" the voice said. It was one of the two guys from the unit opposite ours, one white guy and the other black.

"Oh no I'm afraid I've had my fill of surfing right now, I have quite a bit more to go yet" I replied.

"Bored eh?" the white guy said.

"Well you could say that"

"Heh, I'm Brad" said the white guy "And this is Leroy" indicating to the black guy.

"Please to meet you Brad and Leroy ... I'm Paula ... my husbands name is Peter ... he's at the..."

"Beach ... surfing" Brad interrupted

"Yeh that's right how did you know" I asked

"We've seen him coming and going over the past few days"

"Yeh well that's what he enjoys doing, spends most of his time at it" I said rather sourly.

"And what do you like doing Paula" Leroy asked, with a grin

"Ho I don't know, just enjoying myself I guess"

"Hm, sorry but you don't seem to be enjoying yourself just now, do you?" said Brad.

"Well I guess its all part of being the wife of a surfy" I replied.

"Hm well I think it's a great shame for any guy to take off and leave a beautiful woman like you all alone ... it sure is shameful" Leroy replied.

"Yes well as I said its all part of being the wife of a surfy"

"Hey look we're going up the coast this afternoon, going to do a little snorkelling and scuba diving, you're welcome to join us if you want, hell its better than waiting around here ... you ever done any snorkelling Paula"

"Why yes I have, but I don't get much opportunity these day's" I said

"Well as I said you're quite welcome to tag along, we'll give you a call before we leave" said Brad and then they turned and left, left me to consider whether to go or not.

Hell I hadn't snorkelled of dived for ages; maybe it would be fun, better than wasting time around a motel room.

The drive up the coast in an open top four wheel drive was fun in itself. Feeling the warm air over my body and hair billowing out, with two good looking young guys had me feeling just great.

The afternoon could not have been better and at long last, away from that unit. I felt like a freed prisoner out on parole for the day.

The snorkelling and diving were great and the waters were crystal clear further up the coast and away from the surf, I realised I was missing all this.

The guys were great company, even though they seemed to ask a lot of personal probing questions.

They were easy to talk to and I'd more or less confided in them that Peter and I had not been having a great sex life lately; in fact it had pretty much been none existent over the past few months.

"Don't you miss having sex Paula ... I mean such a great looking gal like you and dare I say it, such a great body ... surely you could have the pick of the guys" said Brad.

"Oh heck I don't know ... I guess I just haven't looked or bothered about it that's all" I replied

"So you don't miss having sex is that it" asked Leroy

"I didn't say that ... I do miss it ... just put it out of my mind, that's all" I said

They didn't push the issue; apart from saying it was a great shame.

Brad or Leroy took video coverage of us all swimming and diving together, all of us on the beach and one set on auto with me in the middle and them with their arms around my waist, all very innocent.

I have to say I was somewhat disappointed when our day out came to an end and we were headed back to the motel, god today had been one of my most enjoyable since we started to circuit. The guys dropped me off at my unit, said how they had enjoyed having me with them and disappeared into their own room. Our unit was quiet, Peter still out with his pals, knocking back a few beers. God I'd really enjoyed today I thought to myself. I even had an invitation to join them again tomorrow. They had hired a boat and were going to go out to the reef and dive, said it was a place of tranquil beauty and clear water.

I kept thinking about my two new friends, they seemed real cool guys and had taken an interest in me, they'd asked plenty of personal questions, but had not made a play for me. I felt a little disappointed, perhaps they were a gay couple, but on reviewing all the questions they had asked, I doubted it. In fact the more I did review their questions the more I realized there were many probing questions, questions loaded with little subtle innuendos some I'd answered, othersI had left unanswered. I realised they now knew quite a bit about me. I was now starting to have little fantasies about the two of them as I lay in bed waiting for Peters return.

"Hi honey, how was your day ... god I came that close ... that close" he said and then proceeded to tell how unlucky he had been in not getting second placing for his efforts during the day. I turned my mind off and thought about my two new friends, touching and fingering my pussy as I did so. I realised I was quite wet down there.

The boat was bigger than I thought it would be, a real deep sea effort, could live on board and travel the islands quite comfortably, large living areas and a galley any cordon blue chef would die for, the master bedroom was a work of art, just as big as our motel unit, as was the huge bed. The diving and fishing was great and it had not gone unnoticed by me that the guys had continually ogled my bikini clad body, making little gestures to each other, gestures they thought I had not seen, both under and out of the water. I smiled inwardly I knew what they were thinking and what they wanted. It came as no surprise when they made their play.

I dried off and donned my blouse and skirt

"You know that is one wasted body honey ... it really is" said Brad smiling "Are you telling me that husband is depriving you of some much needed pleasures"

"Well yes, yes he sure is ... as I said it's a long time since he and I enjoyed a good session together" I replied.

"Well you don't need to deprive yourself of that pleasure sweetheart ... me and Brad ... well we could help you out there if you wished" a big know what I'm saying grin spreading across Leroy's face.

I did not reply immediately, I just absorbed what he had just said and the implications.

"Er what are you saying here guys ... you mean ... me and you guy's we...

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