The sun scorched Little Beach, Maui’s iconic nude shore, where Sarah and Mark had returned yearly for eight years. Hot sand burned their feet, the ocean shimmered like liquid sapphire, and the air buzzed with salt and sunscreen. Sarah, always on the hunt, scoured the beach for a rare treasure: an uncircumcised cock. In eight years, she’d seen only one before today a fact she found absurd. Mark, her husband, grinned at her obsession. His own cock, dark skinned, uncircumcised, 3.5 inches soft and 6 inches hard thick with a generous foreskin overhang, was her fixation, but the scarcity of others fueled her curiosity.

Today, they didn’t have to go far. A gay couple spread their towels right next to them, a stroke of luck that made Sarah’s pulse quicken. One, circumcised, had a 5.5 inch cock when erect with a tight, sculpted head. The other, lean and uncut, sported a 7 inch cock when hard, long but skinny with a pointed head, its foreskin a soft, sliding sleeve that captivated Sarah. Behind her sunglasses, she watched his partner tug and tease the skin, the pink head peeking out. His partner would smack his foreskin overhang often to try and get his erections to subside. Her thighs clenched, her breath hitched.

In the car back to the condo, Sarah was ravenous, her hand diving into Mark’s shorts, fingers wrapping around his dark, soft cock. She tugged his foreskin gently, rolling it between her fingers, her voice thick with lust as she described the beach guy’s 7 inch uncut cock. “God, Mark, it was so long and lean, that skinny head poking out when his partner pulled the skin back. The foreskin was so soft, like a velvet sleeve, just hanging over the tip when he was soft. I could see it stretch when his partner tugged it, so pliable, and when he got hard, it fully covered that sharp, pointed head with an excessive amount of overhang. Every time his partner smacked it to try and get the swelling down, the skin jiggled, like it was begging to be played with.” She stretched Mark’s foreskin, mimicking the beach scene, her fingers sliding it back to expose his head, then letting it roll forward. “It was so fucking hot, watching it move like that,” she murmured, her pussy soaking as she nibbled Mark’s foreskin, her lips teasing the edge.

Mark, driving, groaned, his cock hardening under her touch, foreskin retracting slightly. Sarah’s words painted a vivid picture, her obsession with the beach guy’s cock fueling her play with his own. “I wanted to grab it, Mark, just to feel how that long, skinny shaft filled my hand, how the foreskin slid so easily.” She sucked Mark’s foreskin lightly, her tongue darting inside, her voice muffled as she continued, “It wasn’t thick like yours, but that pointed head with all that extra skin… fuck, it was perfect.”

At their condo, Mark scrolled a dating app, filtering for uncircumcised men nearby. Sarah knew what he was doing and didn’t object at all; she loved looking through the pictures, her eyes lingering on each uncut cock with eager curiosity, but her rule was clear: only married, uncut cocks set her ablaze. They found Jake, a married guy claiming “10 inches, uncut, thick.” He was contacted but was wary of Mark’s presence, though Sarah insisted Mark stay for safety. Sarah lured Jake by describing her fascination with foreskin, something Jake needed as his wife wasn’t much into it beyond the size. Jake arrived, nerves taut. Chats and drinks followed, both sides sharing common interests, mainly focused on foreskin talk. They could tell he was getting turned on, his cock visibly hard through his shorts from their conversations. He requested a quick shower before playing and headed to the bathroom.

After his shower, Jake walked up to Sarah only wearing a towel. When it fell, Sarah’s eyes locked on his cock: 10 inches hard, thick, with a long, puckered foreskin draping over the tip. Jake, mid 40s and broad, was too hairy for Sarah’s taste, but his cock was a marvel. Mark, in a chair across the room, watched Sarah’s face glow, her fingers twitching. His own dark cock, now hard, stirred in his shorts, foreskin snug over the head.

Sarah knelt, mesmerized by Jake’s cock. She cupped his heavy balls, lifting his shaft to admire its weight. The foreskin was thick, elastic, a playground of texture. She pinched the tip, pulling it long, marveling at how it stretched, the puckered end forming a soft tube. “This is fucking incredible,” she murmured, comparing it to Mark’s foreskin, which, while generous, didn’t match Jake’s length or thickness. She slid two fingers inside the foreskin, feeling the slick warmth, stretching it wider to explore the massive head beneath bulbous, far larger than Mark’s, with a pronounced ridge that made her pussy throb. “Your head’s so much bigger than Mark’s,” she said, glancing at her husband, who nodded, aroused. She tugged the foreskin back, exposing the glistening head, then let it roll forward, admiring how it enveloped the tip completely. Her tongue darted inside, swirling around the sensitive ridge, tasting the fresh post shower cleanliness. She stretched the skin again, pulling it taut, then sucked the overhang into her mouth, nibbling gently, her teeth grazing the pliable flesh.

Jake groaned, his cock twitching. He wanted her doggy style, to enter her from behind. Sarah eagerly flipped onto her knees, ass raised, her pussy dripping with anticipation. Jake positioned himself, his thick cock nudging her slick entrance. As he pushed in, the foreskin bunched, then slid back, the massive head stretching her tight walls. Doggy style allowed him to plunge deeper, his 10 inch length filling her in ways Mark’s 6 inches never could. Sarah moaned loudly, savoring every inch, the foreskin’s unique texture heightening the sensation against her sensitive inner walls. Jake paused, relishing the feeling of his cock buried deep inside her, her warmth gripping him tightly. Slowly, he withdrew, the foreskin rolling forward, and then pressed the slick tip against her ass. Sarah tensed she’d never taken anything that big there before. Her mind swirled, caught between curiosity about the new sensation and fear of his imposing size.

“Please,” Jake pleaded, his voice husky with desire. “I’ll take it slow, I swear.” Mark, watching intently, leaned closer, his own cock rock hard. “You can handle it, Sarah,” he urged, his voice thick with arousal. “He’ll be careful.” Sarah hesitated, her breath uneven, but Mark’s encouragement and Jake’s earnest promises swayed her. She nodded, trusting them both.

Jake’s foreskin glistened with pre cum, a natural lubricant he used to his advantage. He gathered the slick, slimy skin, bunching it at the tip, and pressed it gently against her ass. He moved with deliberate care, pausing as Sarah gasped at the initial stretch. The soft, pliable foreskin cushioned the pressure, easing the tight entry. Sarah took deep breaths, willing her body to relax as Jake inched forward. The massive head, still partially covered by the foreskin, popped past the tight ring, sending a sharp flare of pain through her. It quickly dulled into an intense, unfamiliar fullness. Jake held true to his word, moving slowly, letting her adjust to his thick shaft as it filled her deeper than she’d ever experienced. The foreskin’s unique texture smoothed the friction, adding a thrilling sensation to the overwhelming stretch.

Sarah’s moans signaled her acclimation, her body adapting to the intrusion. Emboldened, she thrust back against Jake, urging him deeper. He responded, sliding in fully, the sensation consuming her. Jake’s restraint began to falter as he found a rhythm, his thrusts growing longer and harder. “God, I’ve always wanted this,” he panted, his voice raw. “My wife’s so vanilla, she’d never…” Sarah’s tight grip drove him wild, her ass clenching around his cock. He fucked her with increasing frenzy, like a man possessed, the forbidden act pushing him to the edge. With a guttural groan, he came hard, his cock pulsing as hot spurts filled her ass, some dripping out around his shaft, mingling with the slick foreskin. Still hard, he pulled out and jacked off, ropes of cum splattering across her trembling backside as she remained in doggy style, her body quivering from the intensity.

They collapsed on the bed, Sarah’s hand finding Jake’s flaccid, thick cock, still slick with cum. She held it gently, admiring its weight even soft, the foreskin loose and inviting. After a moment, they all jumped in the shower to wash up. In the steam, play reignited. Sarah’s fingers teased Jake’s foreskin again, tugging it as water cascaded over them. Jake’s cock hardened, and they stumbled back to the bed, still damp. Jake pushed Sarah’s head down, craving more of her mouth. She obliged, nibbling his foreskin, chewing softly, then biting lightly, making him hiss. She stuck her tongue deep inside the skin, swirling around the head, then pulled a wad of foreskin into her mouth, stroking the shaft fully up and down, sucking the skin as it slid. Jake’s moans grew desperate, his cock throbbing.

He pulled back, not ready to cum yet, and straddled her chest, his 10 inch cock nestled between her huge tits. Sarah squeezed them together, watching Jake thrust, his massive head poking in and out of the foreskin with each stroke. His cock was so long she could lean forward, licking the bare head when it emerged, the taste salty and raw. Jake groaned, loving the friction. Then he rolled off, grabbing his heavy shaft and slapping it against her wet shaved pussy. The long foreskin made wet, slapping noises, driving Sarah wild. She rubbed her clit furiously, lost in his play.

Sarah had enough teasing. She grabbed his thick cock, pulling the foreskin forward, and guided it into her pussy, shoving it deep. Jake got the hint, thrusting hard, pounding her fast.

Mark’s memories stirred years ago, at the gym, he’d been shy about his dark, uncut cock, especially before his frenulum tear and removal, which left him no choice but to keep his foreskin forward. After the removal, his foreskin was free to remain behind the head without the frenulum automatically pulling it forward with the slightest movement. A guy’s stare in the shower had mortified him after he forgot to retract it post washing. Rinsing soap from his hair, he opened his eyes to the staring. He learned it wasn’t the type of disgusted stares he’d gotten in high school gym showers. Instead, they were stares of curiosity, sometimes leading to confrontations and hookups. Now, at 45, he owned it, keeping his foreskin loose and hugging his head, using it as bait to fish for curious onlookers, broadening his success rate for hookups. Sarah’s lust for Jake’s thick 10 inch natural cock, especially as a married man, echoed her love for his own, and it thrilled him. He snapped another photo, capturing Sarah’s pussy gripping Jake’s shaft, the foreskin bunched below.

The foreskin rolled with each stroke, the massive mushroom head swelling inside her. Sarah’s orgasm hit like a wave, her pussy clenching as she screamed. She felt Jake’s head flare, his cock pulsing as he shot deep inside, filling her with hot cum. They collapsed, breathing heavy, bodies slick with sweat.

Mark watched, aroused by Sarah’s hunger, her car ride monologue still echoing in his head. He recalled their beach days, her covert scans of strangers’ cocks, her pussy soaking at an uncut sighting. Once, swimming near a group of guys flaunting tight, cut cocks in a bizarre “cock contest,” Sarah had sized each up from crotch level water, discreet but thorough. The cocks from today’s couple had caught her eye briefly, but the uncut, with its long, skinny shaft, pointed head, and excessive foreskin overhang, right next to them, had her dripping. Now, with Jake, a married man with an uncut cock, fulfilling her lustful day for another married man’s uncut cock.

As Jake dressed and left, Sarah collapsed beside Mark, her body buzzing. “That was fucking unreal,” she said, kissing him, her hand finding his dark cock. She tugged his foreskin, echoing her play with Jake, her mind still on the beach couple’s uncut cock, so close she didn’t have to hunt. Mark grinned, pulling up the photos. “You were a goddamn artist.” They scrolled, Sarah’s eyes lingering on Jake’s cock, already nostalgic. Little Beach had lit her spark, and with Mark’s blessing, she’d burned bright.