Hi my dear friends,
In this post, I continue telling you about the beginnings of my relationship with Francis, and I'll summarize by saying that at the end of May I married Dan and at the end of June I undressed for both and began to be Francis's art model; I was 23 years old.
Since Dan and I got married, we let Francis use the living room of our rented apartment as his art studio. Francis would come over every morning around 7 a.m., have coffee with Dan and me, and then when we left for work, he would stay at home painting and drawing until we returned. I typically got home around 6 p.m., while Dan rarely returned before 9. During the time when Francis and I were alone at home, I used to join him in his artist studio, and we would chat about many topics while posing naked for him. Sometimes, we flirted like friends do, in a playful and innocent manner... although I was more mischievous and a bit less "innocent" than him, as I had frankly decided to fuck him since my husband introduced us a few months earlier.
, , ,[[ Image 1. Since this Post is mainly dedicated to the first time I had sex with Francis, during a threesome with my husband after returning from the summer holidays, I have decided that the first image, which is the one that appears in the presentation of the Post, is a picture with Francis, both naked, during dinner that night. The second photo already appeared in a previous Post, but I think is interesting to upload it here now because is the first time Francis grabbed my tits without concealment. And in the third and fourth ones, made by Francis, you can see me with Dan, my husband… it is obvious he sunbathed with the swimwear on, while I managed to get almost a full tan. You also have polaroids of that dinner in the previous Posts. The two last photos are from the threesome meeting the next week. ]]
Sometimes, Francis would work until very late and instead of going back to his parents' house to sleep, he would stay at ours, in the room next door, on a folding bed. It was on those occasions before the day I undressed for him, when I calculated to come out of the shower naked in a way that I would "casually" cross paths with Francis heading to the kitchen for breakfast. A couple of times, my calculations were right, and he saw me naked in the hallway. We exchanged a mutual "good morning," and both acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world... although it wasn't because I had orchestrated the situation. On Friday nights, Francis, Dan, and I would have a special dinner and then stay up late, usually Francis slept in the room next door, and obviously heard our sex noises… as I am very loud.
As we tended to have consumed quite a bit during those Friday gatherings, we would often wake up late on Saturday morning, around 9 a.m., and Dan would usually head out for a bike ride lasting about two and a half to three hours. When Francis got up, he would go back to painting in his studio. The first couple of times, the weather was nice, so I would take the car (Dan's Citroën Dyane 6) and go alone to the nudist beach I've mentioned in several previous posts. I had started going there in summer right after returning from Guyana, Venezuela, to northern Spain seven years earlier.
, ,[[ Image 2. Two photos, slides, that my husband took of me on the beach on the Costa Blanca, but they are two or three years after what I am telling you in this post. That summer when I was 23 years old was the first time I was on the Costa Blanca, in the southeast of Spain, and I really fell in love with the area; my husband and I made the 750 km trip in his 28 HP Citroën Dyane 6 taking almost 12 hours, I will tell you about that car that has been involved in many of my erotic adventures. The climate there is completely different from the humid, cold, and gray one in the north of Spain; the bright and clear light of the Mediterranean coast is unique and fascinated me, as I liked it even more than the one in the tropics where I had grown up. The good weather in the months of July to August is "guaranteed", in those months the maximum temperature on the coast at noon never exceeds 32 C (90 F) and at night it does not drop below 25 C (77 F). There is an almost constant sea breeze, so you sweat very little, and the sea temperature is perfect for swimming, around 21 or 22 C (70 F) on the beach and the water is of a beautiful teal color. On the other hand, the Costa Blanca is a very cosmopolitan area, where tourists from all over Europe come, but mainly British, Germans, French, Dutch, and Belgians, even quite a few Italians too even though the Italian coast area enjoys the same climate, but that cosmopolitan and freedom atmosphere is not present in Italy. The freedom of customs regarding clothing and sex, is proverbial, it can be said without fear of being wrong that "on the Costa Blanca, those who don’t have sex is because they don’t want to", and I guarantee you that it was true then and it still is now. That year we went to a beach in a fishing village on the coast called Calpe; that beach is not nudist, but by then topless was the common rule among women of any age, and I used to wear really small bikini bottoms, although by then they were not thong-type yet. On that beach it became fashionable among young girls like I was, to wear the bikini bottoms very low so that the beginning of pubic hair was clearly visible (at that time almost no girl completely shaved the pubic area), and I can tell you that I was one of those who wore the smallest bikini bottoms on the entire beach: my dear "green bikini", which I wore for several years and which has appeared in many photographs in this Post. Sunbathing on the beach lying on the sand, the young girls were even more daring by lowering and moving the bikini to get a full buttocks tan, and even late in the afternoon, when there were few people on the beach, it was accepted to sunbathe on your back without bikini bottoms, that is, naked, although not on your front despite the fact that I did it several times competing in daring with a gorgeous French girl who used to be in the same area of the beach as us. When I left the beach to go buy a refreshment at a beach bar on the beach promenade, or to a supermarket nearby, I went directly barefoot and topless, that is, practically naked and no one said anything... well, except for some daring compliments from some men; I have already spoken to you before about that freedom of customs in the area and I will comment more in other Posts... I have done really daring things there and I have unleashed my exhibitionist side on numerous occasions. That first summer my husband and I also went several times to a nudist beach that is in a nearby town called Altea, but having the apartment rented in Calpe we used to go to its beaches which are also better for bathing in the sea. With such good weather and excellent beaches, I used to be on the beach sunbathing and swimming from 10am until 7 or 8pm, so the tan I had was very intense for a girl with skin as fair as I am; also, at the time, tanning creams were used instead of sunscreen, so the tan was even more intense. My husband was less at the beach, as many mornings he liked to do long bike rides, and being alone at the beach I have had my flings over the years, and as you can imagine they have ended in sex a few times, the summer after this one I am telling you about was the first time I fucked a guy while we were swimming in the sea at dusk not far from the shore. By the way, it was not the first time I fucked in the water, but the other times were not in the sea but in a pond by the Caroní river. ]]
I went to that beach in northern Spain for several reasons: the first was my fondness for being naked in nature, the second was that I am an inveterate exhibitionist and it turns me on to be seen naked by strangers, the third was that I liked to be the more tanned I could get, and the fourth was that I was hoping to pick up some handsome guy and go with him to the little cove on the rocks to have sex and thus break my fast of having only been with Dan for the last nine months. I had done that with a few guys in previous years, and that year I had already "signed up" a couple of candidates who were looking at me with particular interest.
And yes, I had a well-earned reputation of being an easy girl, a slut, among the guys who frequented that beach. A girl who was jealous of my success told me “nicely” years before that the guys there named me “The Cock-sucker Mermaid” (“La Sirenita Chupapollas” in Spanish).
The truth is that it was a really exaggerated nickname, because in seven summers going to that beach I only had some kind of sex with eight different guys, and only sucked five cocks, although some of them more than once, the rest were handjobs, although I fucked three who used to hang with me there... bareback, also more than once; I was reckless, I know but I did it on non-fertile days and they were fit young surfers who lived to take care of their bodies and health. Fucking in the cove was difficult and a bit risky, because it's very small, just a couple of square meters clear of rocks at the foot of a wave-lashed cliff, so most of the time we fucked standing up, except when it was low tide, and the sea was calm and I could lie on the wet sand. Blowjobs and handjobs there were way easier.
As you know, Nestor sometimes accompanied me to that beach, and my reputation was probably Nestor's fault, because when we went together to the little cove hidden at the bottom of the rocks to have sex, instead of going there slyly or separately, he made an exuberant display of it so that the others would know where we were going and to what. Anyway, I don’t care about the reputation I had, and at the end I was (and still I am) a true slut, I had fun there and I don’t complain.
, ,[[ Image 3. Photos that Néstor took of me at the nudist beach "La Salvaje" in northern Spain the summer I was 21 years old, which is two years prior to what I'm narrating in this Post about the beginnings of my relationship with Francis. These photos were taken with a cheap camera, a Werlisa, very common in Spain at the time, and developed by an amateur living near the beach, so the photos are of poor quality and very small (only about 4x5 cm), and they are damaged by time, so it took me a lot of work to get them to have a minimum quality to be uploaded here. Anyway, I believe these old black and white photos have their charm; by the way, the negatives are in color, but not the copies, I am going to ask Néstor to lend me some of the negatives of the ones he has, and I will try to scan some in color. While married, I returned to that beach on a few occasions, the last time when I was over 40 years old, aiming to achieve an all-over tan to help me “to seduce” Dean el Escocés (regular readers know him very well); I always went alone because my husband was uncomfortable with the fact that only a designated area at the bottom near the rocks was nudist, while the rest of the beach was "normal," and that remains the case to this day. My husband knew I liked to choose a sunbathing spot that was right on the edge of the nudist zone and encouraged me to go and show off to the "clothed zone" voyeurs, and when I had taken a date to fuck in the cove he would get horny when I told him in detail what we had done, but the four or five times I went to that beach that first summer after being married, and though I flirted with a nice and handsome guy, and we even put suntan lotion thoroughly "all over" each other's bodies, I couldn't get him to go with me to the cove, but the following summer the guy overcame his doubts and we visited the cove a few times for blowjobs at first and soon I persuaded him to fuck me bareback… he had a beautiful cock; I guess that during the first year, some religious prejudices held him back, but during the second year, he decided to 'sin' with me, and he did so abundantly. For Catholic people, engaging in sex outside of marriage is considered a mortal sin, and having sex with a married woman is a thousand times worse. My husband and I have visited nudist beaches many times on the Costa Blanca, even recently, but he only goes when the entire beach is nudist. The most recent occasion I visited a nudist beach was in 2022, in the Costa Blanca, accompanied by my then 'special friend' Stan. ]]
The summer when I was 23 I lost interest in going to the nudist beach because I realized that I had a very handsome guy at home who was a friend of mine, and I was much more attracted to him than those potential candidates of the beach... and I'm not talking about my husband, but about Francis. So, on Saturdays and Sundays I stopped going to the nudist beach and when my husband went cycling, I stayed chatting, and flirting, with Francis while he drew and painted… and posing for him after the day I undressed and became his art model.
At first I wasn't naked with him in these weekend mornings both of us alone, although I only wore a dressing gown and underneath I was naked and Francis knew it, but I didn't open my dressing gown or anything like that although I let him see more skin than was strictly necessary: I liked to tempt him, although I knew Francis would rather let me kill him than get laid and betray his best friend, my husband. Anyway, it was a situation with a strong erotic tension for both of us, and both Francis and I liked it and it turned us on, the bulge in his trousers was not easy to conceal. From the day I undressed in front of Dan and Francis, I posed naked for Francis on Saturdays and Sundays, and the flirtation was becoming more and more direct on both sides, and several times we talked about our past sexual experiences and Francis would touch me a little more than necessary to help me change my pose.
Francis thought I was just being playful with my mischiefs and hints while flirting, but I was trying to tempt him without crossing some reasonable boundaries. I was afraid of scaring him by being too forward, and I would have liked it to be him who took the initiative to propose to me to have some form of sex, perhaps just some innocent mutual masturbation, but he didn't do it, though I am sure he was in the brink at least once that the talk while I was posing became blatantly bold and explicit and we became horny without trying to disguise it: my flushed face and chest, perky tits, walnut wrinkled nipples, and my wet pussy and thighs, and the bulge in his pants that he didn’t try to hide were obvious and on sight. We both were talking with some panting... I don't really understand why we didn't had sex for the first time that day; anyway, a month later we did.
After posing for Francis in several art sessions where we became quite intimate but without having sex, although it was already completely normal for him to touch any part of my body to change my posture, fix my hair and makeup, both on my face and other parts of my body, for example, applying makeup to eliminate shine or color differences to disguise marks and lines from lack of tanning on my buttocks... although that made sense for photography, while initially I was Francis's model for painting and drawings and the photos were only for reference of the poses, but he liked to touch me and I liked being touched, so we both pretended it was necessary to do so.
Francis didn't have as much experience in flirting as me, but he knew some tricks, like for example asking me to wet his thumb with my tongue to touch up my lipstick after putting on make-up, I put his thumb in my mouth and sucked it sensually several times looking him in the eyes as if it was a naughty joke between two friends, and then we both laughed, him with a more nervous laugh than mine. I have already explained in a previous Post, frankly I don't remember which one, that at least in Spain at that time it was understood that if a girl sucked a guy's thumb it meant that she was ready to fuck, and Francis knew that, although I think he had doubts about whether I was joking or serious; I confirmed to him months later that I wasn't joking and that I would have liked to fuck him for the first time on one of those Saturday or Sunday mornings when he and I were alone in the studio while Dan was away. Of course, I had my husband's permission and support to do it, although if I hadn’t, I would have tried it with Francis anyway.
We had also talked about our intimate life, and I had told him about some erotic adventures of mine that even my husband didn't know about. Francis told me in detail about his experiences with other girls, which were limited to three: the first was a girl from his and Dan's group of childhood friends, another during his military service, and the third was Blanca, the sister of Dan's fuckgirl, whom he had broken up with less than a year before.
Francis told me that with the first two he had only fucked a couple of times or three, without a condom as they were not easy to get in the very Catholic Spain of a few years before, and besides that Blanca had given him a few blowjobs, but he was not very satisfied as she did not swallow the cum, but then let it fall from her mouth into a Kleenex. I told him that I had had sex with "several" guys and that they had done everything to me, including anal sex, which surprised and interested Francis a lot. I also told him that I had sucked, or at least kissed, the cocks of all the guys I had been with, and that none of them had asked me to swallow it when I gave them a blowjob, not even Dan.
It's funny, but it's true that having given countless happy ending blowjobs to most of those twenty guys, none of them had asked me to swallow their cum; I would have done it, because obviously I had swallowed some of it many times, and once I swallowed it all when a VIP client of José Manuel's law firm to whom I was doing a service on his behalf, lost control while giving me a deep and violent face-fuck, and as I couldn't breathe I swallowed it all... then he apologized to me. Of course, at that moment I didn't tell Francis that I had been José Manuel's kept mistress the previous year, nor that I had done sexual favors for clients of his firm to keep them loyal and happy with the services the firm offered them.
It was Francis himself who a couple of months later insisted that I swallow his cum, and so I did it with him before I did it with my husband: since then, I always swallow the cum of my sexual partners. I have the impression that until the beginning of the 80's at least in Spain there was no special interest in girls swallowing cum during blowjobs, and soon that changed and first everybody asked for it, and then it became a matter of course that girls swallowed it; maybe because of porn movies? I've never had any problem swallowing, and since Francis I like to do it without being asked because I consider it normal, but I know there are girls who refuse: it's their loss.
And now I think it's time to re-explain an important detail of the relationship Dan and I have as a married couple. From the day we started dating seriously, I told him quite frankly that although I love him with all my heart, I still need to have sex with other men. I can love him alone, but I can desire others, because I know the difference between love and sex. I told him about some of my previous experiences being Andy's sweetheart but having sex with others in the meantime, and then some other experiences, although I had not yet told him that I had been José Manuel's kept mistress or the things I had done with other guys on his behalf. However, I told Dan that I am very jealous, and I don't like my partner having sex with other women; yes, I know it's asymmetrical, but that's just the way I am, and I can't help it.
Well, Dan accepted me as I am and told me that not only was he going to allow me to have sex with other guys, but that he was going to help me find them and pick them up, and that's how it has been ever since. The first guy after I got married was Francis, although it was only stripping for him and a little light groping but followed that same summer by two other flings I made in clubs on the Costa Blanca right in front of my husband, I fucked with both of them, and becoming Paco's call-girl since that same summer, with an agreement that lasted thirty-five years. By the way, past Friday 5th April 2024 I met him in the afternoon for a coffee and a chat, but you know that the sex relationship was cut off by me last summer, I am no longer his call-girl but his friend. I will tell you in detail about the beginning of my relationship with Paco in other Pics of the Day that I will be uploading simultaneously with this series on Francis.
But we haven't yet got to when Francis and I started having sex, so going back to the days before my holiday, I too had been at home naked while they were both dressed as if they were, but at one of those Friday night meetings, when the three of us had had a lot to drink and I was sitting alternately, naked of course, on each other's laps, I complained about the injustice of me being naked and them being dressed, and asked them to think that it made sense for them to be naked as well. I had of course agreed this with my husband beforehand, as both he and I wanted me to start having sex with Francis as soon as possible for the reasons I have given in the previous Posts in this series. So, as Dan and I were going on holiday in a few days, the three of us agreed to do it to celebrate our return from holiday - less than a month to go.
As it was, that wonderful holiday was over and we returned to our life in the damp, cold, grey, dark, northern Spain city where we lived and worked. Francis was waiting for us there and we had agreed that the two boys, Francis and Dan, would get naked at the first Friday night meeting, and Dan and I had discussed and agreed that I would have sex with both of them that night, first with Dan in front of Francis and then I would tempt him and I certainly wasn't going to fail.... Dan had proof that I wasn't going to fail when he saw how easily and naturally I hooked up and fucked the two strangers I mentioned before, so in the case of Francis it was impossible for me to fail... and I didn't fail.
But I will tell you all about this in the next post.
A kiss
Aura
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By your descriptions, it certainly sounds like everyone was daring on those beaches.
And so were you, in that tiny Citroën Dyane 6. 😲😂
Great pics... 🤗💕
Hi Paul,
At that time there was much more freedom in customs regarding nudity and sex than today. It was the post-hippy era, and the echoes of May '68 still resonated... Those were tough years for the prudes, who also existed.
As for the beaches, nudist ones have always been "daring" by definition, even today, and non-nudist beaches were not as crowded as they are now (look at the photos), so "tacitly" zones were established where there were families, areas for young people, areas for the elderly, and logically the more daring young people tended to group together out of pure affinity.
Regarding the Dyane 6, it's interesting how in rural France where I live most of the year, you still see some of those cars, and the 2CVs, and Renault 4Ls... cars from the 70s and 80s, and not as historical vehicles, but used daily by local peasants. However, in Spain you no longer see any. Living between these two countries so close and so similar in many ways, and both belonging to the EU, I enjoy observing the curious differences between them.
A kiss,
Aura
I doubt that if I were Francis I would have had his self control if you were flirting with me for months.
Well, it wasn't that many months either, from the time I met Francis until I undressed in front of him and Dan it had only been a little over three months, and in that time I only flirted with him and we groped each other a bit over our clothes three or four times while we were dancing, and that was when we were both a bit tipsy, and as a sort of mischief between friends. When Francis showed his endurance was when I flirted with him while I was posing naked and just the two of us, but that was shortly before I went on holiday with Dan, and as soon as I got back it was "Sea Bream Day" and we had full sex several times. Besides, Francis's fidelity to Dan is something that always amazed me, a few weeks later Dan had to persuade him with a lot of insistence and arguments so that Francis would agree to have sex alone with me, because Francis considered it a betrayal of Dan... even though Dan himself was telling him that he wanted us to do that
Yes what a naughty time in beach 🏖️ wooow playing with other guys there in weekends mmmmm 🤤🤤 i wish to be one of them then..i admire that 🤤...At the same time while Francis is found ...but yes good steps with him like flirting 😜 to approach eachother more with naked Absolutely..but I see the discussion this time gets long and we're near from sex especially like swallowing cum he's becoming more excited And you're talking your secrets with Dan yes the holiday is coming... time to celebrate After back from vacation and paco there.. until the naughty night coming And beginning the naughty days with Francis and work with him it's perfect time.. delicious 🤤🤤 pics like u my naughty teacher
Yes, those were wonderful times Alfedo.
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze kiss 💋💋💋💋💋💋 hug 😘🤗🤗
Living this look back into your past Aura. G xxxx
Hi G! My memories of that day are live as if it was yesterday, it was one of the most important days in my life 😘💋
You look stunning it shows to me just how much you love being nude at the beach. Are there many nude beaches in Spain? Do you think nudity, and sexuality are more accepted in Spain than here in the States?
Hello,
Thank you for always being so kind to me and saying such nice words
Regarding what you ask me about nudist beaches, there are indeed many in Spain, and also in France, which are the two countries where I live and I know well. Especially on the Mediterranean coast, for example you can Google Vera in Spain and Cap D'Adge in France and you will see that they are two quite large populations where nudism on their beaches, and even outside of them is common. But there are nudist beaches all along the coast, and topless is perfectly accepted with few exceptions.
Regarding freedom in matters of sex I think it is similar in the USA, what gives me the impression is that there it is more hidden, let's say that American society considers sex as something that should be hidden and that happens less here. The prudes in the USA are more active than here. But I get the impression that whoever wants to have sex has it just as easily there as here, but there it is socially less well regarded. That is what I think from what I have spoken with people from the USA, although being such a big country I imagine that there will not be the same sexual freedom in Iowa as in California, for example.
I have been only twicee in the States, years ago, in ork trips, son I am not an expert in the USA customs and rules, but what I said is the impression I have, maybe I am wrong.
A kiss
Aura
You are such a fantastic looking sexual model. You are very hot and with that body it is Gorgeous
"Sexual model" sounds very goo to me Thank you for the compliments!
Kiss
Aura
Aquellos si que eran buenos tiempos, donde la gente apreciaba la libertad.
Qué guapa estás en todas las fotos!
D
EN efecto David!
Besos
Aura
Bonitas foto todas ellas, pero no se porque las de blanco y negro me gustan especialmente
Seguramente porque te cae bien el chico que me las hizo, el tal Nestor...
Un beso
Aura
On the bottles 🍾 woow wonderful first pic unbelievable I don't see this before in my life
No? Placing candles in bottles is a common thing here
@Mibelayze really woow i don't know.. it's new and the first time I hear about it in my life
Stunning pics of a sexy wanton young lady mmk
Aura
The word Awsome can't begin to describe you. Fun at the Beach ☺
Really I had lots of fun at beaches ... I really deserved the nickname the CS Mermaid, I liked it