This is the continuing story of how I spent a weekend under orders from my husband John to cheer up his brother Dave who was very down after a messy divorce. I had followed instructions and had a lot of personal satisfaction as a result. Following a morning of sex and shaving we made our way to Studland Beach. As we walked naked through the dunes I felt so brazen with my freshly-shaved pubes allowing everyone to see my gash. Plenty were taking a good look at my slim body with my 36D natural boobs bobbing about and little flashes of pink at my cunt. The breeze played around areas never exposed since puberty. My boobs moved with my walking. My hairless cunt-lips moved against flesh, sticking slightly with the warmth although my moistness down there helped. I loved these sensations and my sexual desire built up once again, fuelled by all the screwing that I had had since Friday evening and now showing myself off to the world in this fashion for the first time. We found an area in the dunes just before the beach, where children were not going to be allowed to venture by their parents, and laid down the towel. I lay on my back and opened my legs to ensure that nothing was hidden from Dave or anyone. Dave lay beside me and we rested for a while. Then a dash over the beach to the water – Dave was still a bit shy – and once in the long wade out to a swimmable depth. We played around for a while but the sea was not that warm so we walked slowly back to the shore. Then we walked the length of the nudist section and back, looking at the many varieties of bodies on show. Most relaxing and minding their own business, but there were plenty of (mostly) men giving us both the once-over. Back at our towel we slowly applied sun lotion to each other (concentrating on erogenous zones – I thought that I might lose control at one point) and spent half an hour relaxing. Then, some water and a munch (on food this time – not each other.) I was on a low simmer by now and nicely relaxed, and we talked. Dave thanked me for being so good at cheering him up. He said that his ex- had really put him down over sex, telling him he was useless; and in fact because of the atmosphere he had often found it impossible to get a hard-on, which only gave her more ammunition. He had come to believe that he really was useless, but this weekend had proved otherwise and he was now ready to go out and get a new life. He was really grateful. I told him that it was my pleasure, and in fact he had helped me immensely. Because of the desire for a baby John and I had turned sex into a business, and there had been no real pleasure for a year or more as we were so focussed on me getting pregnant. Dave had reminded me of just how much fun sex can be, and that I could lose myself in the sensations. He had also shown me that I could have sex with someone other than John without losing my desire to spend my life with him. I also said that I hoped that he would not bea stranger from now on, as we had barely seen him since we got married. He assured me that he would not, especially if I would cheer him up in the same way when he visited. I said I’d look forward to it. After a while we decided to move inland a bit to see if there was any action to watch. So we packed up & strolled past couples making out, men wanking or being wanked, until we came on a secluded hollow where a middle aged man with a huge cock was wanking himself whilst being watched by several male admirers, most of them also wanking, A couple were watching from the other side of the hollow and playing with each other. As we watched she climbed on top of him and started screwing. We stood and watched for a while, but this was too much for me as I had been re-aroused to my lustful state. I took hold of Dave’s cock and tugged it a few times until it was fully erect, then turned my back on him and got down on all fours. “Fuck me” I commanded; Dave knelt behind me and duly obliged. In slid his seven inches, to the hilt. He started ramming in and out. My dangling breasts moved in small circles from his relentless pumping. I was so wound up that he had only been shafting me for a minute or so when an orgasm engulfed me. I cried out, and as he kept going more followed. I looked up to see that we had attracted an audience of men watching and wanking. I didn’t care. At that moment they could all have taken me. I imagine it was due to the amount of times he had cum over the last two days that Dave was able to go on and on for ages. He was like an automaton. All the while I was having multiple orgasms. The onlookers wanked and watched, getting closer until they were right in around us. The man in front of me started grunting, and I looked up just in time for his spunk to fly out of his cock and hit me full in the face. It trickled down my nose and I licked it into my mouth as it slid over my lips. This gave a message to the others, who jostled for position to come on my face and in my mouth; one knelt and put his cock in my mouths as he came. Cum was over my hair and across my back. One knelt beside me, held one of my dangling tits and came over that. Dave told me that at least one came over his arse. Eventually Dave climaxed into me and we fell, me face-down and Dave on top of me. The onlookers drifted away, but not far, and many were playing with each other. When I looked over, the couple that had been shagging smiled and waved. I was covered in spunk. We wiped off the worst with the towel but a lot had got into my hair. Time was pressing if we were to get back before John, so there was nothing for it but to go back in that state. We walked naked until we were almost at the road and by now Dave’s cum had trickled down my leg and dried, then I just slipped on my dress, and Dave his shorts and walked to the car. Luckily the roads were not too bad as the main homeward rush had not started, but it was not long before my phone rang and John was telling me that he was just leaving the golf course. We made it back to my place with about thirty minutes to spare, and luckily none of the neighbours was there to watch me walk into the house wearing almost nothing, all messed up and with semen which by now had dried into crusts over my head. A ten-minute communal shampoo and shower sorted us out and by the time John got back we were more respectably dressed and sitting on the patio with drinks. John was really pleased to see that Dave was so relaxed and happy, and thanked me for keeping his brother amused while he played golf. Dave was staying the night and had to leave the next morning.....