We had known Vinny for several years. He was a few years older than us, never married, and lived about 10 minutes away. I jokingly referred to him as my "2nd husband", because occasionally I would do his laundry, or go let his dog out while he was at work, etc. He was always at our place for dinner, or we would go to some of the clubs on the local beach together in the summer. In many ways, he felt like an older brother to me.

After we started going to the nude beach, we mentioned it to him in passing, and he told us that he also would go there! He also said that he was often naked on his property, which was a large 1 acre parcel enclosed by tall hedges. Very private, and beautifully landscaped with a pond, etc., all done by him. He told us that he was usually naked when gardening, and said we could come by anytime we liked to enjoy the freedom of the property.

We planned to go together that weekend to the nude beach. He had seen me in minimal bikinis many times, and I had seen him in a swimsuit, but never fully naked. Vinny was Puerto Rican, nicely muscled from all of his landscaping, and only a few inches taller than me. Because we both had olive skin, many people thought we were related. We rode to the beach together in his truck, me sitting in the middle between the two guys.

When we got to the beach we setup the towels and got naked. "Damn, even better than I imagined," Vinny said. I was impressed too. Maybe it's a stereotype, but Vinny had a thick Latino cock. It was smaller than my husband's, maybe 5.5"-6", but the girth was impressive! Even though he was flaccid, the thickness was unmistakable. He was also totally shaved/waxed, so that his skin glowed with the coating of tanning oil, and his definition really stood out. I stretched out on the towels between the two guys, and we spent a fantastic day enjoying the sun, water and people on the beach. Other than applying some sunscreen to me, there was no intimate contact between me and Vinny. Although I could tell my husband enjoyed watching Vinny's hands running over my body.

It was the first of many beach trips together that summer, but other than applying some sunscreen to each other there was limited intimacy. That all changed the day we went over to Vinny's house to take some photos in his garden.

Digital cameras were new, and my husband had just gotten one. We wanted to try an outdoor nude photo shoot, and Vinny's place was a perfect background. We arrived at Vinny's house and walked through to the back door. He was in the garden, fully nude, skin glowing in the sun. To keep my body unmarked by a waistband or bra strap, I had ridden over to his house in nothing by an oversized t-shirt. I quickly peeled it off, and noticed that Vinny's cock responded to the visual.

I started posing around the garden, my husband taking the photos and Vinny watching. Some poses were artistic, some provocative, and some x-rated. This was 1993, and Janet Jackson had recently posed topless on the cover of Rolling Stone, with hands cupping her breasts from behind. We decided to play with that idea, and my husband asked Vinny if he would mind helping out. His reply? "Let's do it!" I leaned against a tree, and Vinny stepped behind it, wrapping his arms around and cupping my breasts. (He did a good job of replicating the look of the magazine cover!) As my husband snapped away, Vinny started to massage my breasts, teasing my nipples between his fingers. Then his hands worked down my abs, and his finger gently caressed my clit. It was totally unexpected, but felt very nice!

"OK, let's get some shine on that body," my husband directed. He handed Vinny a bottle of baby oil, and told him I needed to be completely coated. Vinny went to work, slathering every inch of me with oil. Of course, I couldn't resist rubbing some on his now fully-erect cock and big balls. "Hey, don't tease the photo assistant," he said, giving me a wicked grin. I stretched out on the deck, wearing nothing but some sunglasses, while the guys posed me and got some nice shots of the shine on my body. Vinny refreshed the oil a few times, and each application was more erotic than the previous. Finally, I had to admit to both guys how horny this shoot was making me.

"Well, the good news is there is a cure for that," my husband said. Putting down the camera, he leaned over me and started kissing me, his hands caressing my breasts. Vinny started to rub more oil onto me, spreading my legs and gently teasing my clit with his oiled fingers. "I'm finally getting a good view of this beautiful pussy," he said. "I've been getting peeks at the beach for weeks." My husband kneeled over my head, his balls dangling in my face, and I started to tongue and suck on them. Vinny increased the attention on my clit, and within a few minutes I was giving a loud orgasm. "I hope the neighbors didn't hear that," I said. "Who the fuck cares?" was Vinny's response.

My husband exchanged places with Vinny. While his cock slid into my pussy, I wrapped my hand around Vinny's incredibly thick shaft and brought it to my mouth. "This is going to be a stretch," I said. "It's just the beginning," was Vinny's reply. His cock was about as thick as a paper towel roll, with a nice helmet head. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, then slowly drew him into my mouth. It was a challenge, but I managed to work it in without hurting him with my teeth. Because he didn't have excessive length, I managed to deep-throat him, and his groans of pleasure were worth the effort. I came up onto my elbows, head back, with Vinny's cock down my throat, and managed to slide my tongue over his big balls. "You never told me she was this good," Vinny said to my husband.

We continued in this position for a few minutes, and my husband came inside me with a loud groan of pleasure. I heard him say to Vinny, "You want sloppy seconds?" "Don't have to ask me twice," he replied. Now I knew we hadn't brought condoms with us, and we were outside with me spread-eagle on the deck. I had no doubts about Vinny being "clean", but I was still fertile! My husband must have seen the expression on my face, because he said, "Don't worry, Vinny is V-safe, too."

"Good thing you gave her a big load, she's going to need the lube. And cum is the best natural lube there is," Vinny said, and started rubbing the throbbing head of his cock against my clit. He slowly teased his cock up and down my slit, rubbing it in some of the load from my husband that was dripping from me. I couldn't believe what was happening. Vinny straddled me and slowly began to part my pussy lips with his cock. He felt enormous, thicker than anything I'd ever had in my pussy. As his big cock head entered me I cried out. "Easy baby, I'll take it slow," he said. I heard the wet squelch as he worked his way deeper into my pussy. My husband asked, "Too thick?" "Fucking huge!"

I finally relaxed around the girth, and Vinny began slow strokes, burying himself balls deep in me, then pulling almost all the way out and repeating the move. My husband was kissing me deeply, feeling me moan into his mouth. Vinny picked up the pace, and I orgasmed loudly once more. "Fuck, I can't hold back," Vinny said, and I felt his cock begin to spasm inside me. I felt his warm flood filling me, and he kept making slow, deep strokes as he continued to cum. With a wet pop he pulled out of me, and I felt the mixed load from the two guys begin to drip out of me. "Damn, that is one filled pussy," he said.

"Let's move the party indoors," Vinny said. We went inside, and showered together, me alternately making out with the guys under the running water. I could feel my pussy still dripping from their loads. We moved into the bedroom, and the afternoon was given over to passionate sex. It was several hours later when we finally called it quits, and my pussy was sore for a few days.

To this day Vinny is the only other man who has ever fucked me bareback. We had many more adventures together over the years, and maybe I will share a few in the future, if people are interested. Our core friendship didn't change, but Vinny definitely became a FWB!

Unfortunately there is a sad ending to the story: Two years after we moved from NY we received a message that he died suddenly at age 55 from a reaction to a medication administered for a minor procedure. Every time I look back at those photos from his garden I remember the passion of that afternoon.