The sun blazed over the nude resort, its rays glinting off the turquoise pool where laughter and splashes filled the air. Sarah, with her chestnut curls cascading over sun kissed shoulders, walked beside her husband, Mark, her eyes often lingering on his uncut cock, its foreskin a soft, pliable sheath she adored. She loved rolling it back, teasing the sensitive tip, feeling Mark’s shudders. At this American resort, circumcised men were the norm, their cocks predictable and unremarkable to Sarah’s curious gaze. She craved men like Mark uncut, natural, their foreskins a rare delight.

Trouble flared one afternoon when Karen, a sharp tongued blonde with a pinched expression, confronted Sarah by the tiki bar. “Your husband’s… thing is disgusting,” she spat, glaring at Mark, lounging poolside, his foreskin relaxed and prominent. “It’s offensive, flaunting that.” Sarah’s jaw tightened, but she kept her cool. “This is a nude resort, Karen. If his body bothers you, that’s your problem.” Her eyes flicked to Karen’s chiseled trophy husband, Tom, trailing behind. His cock was striking massive, even flaccid, it appeared circumcised, the tip bold and exposed. Sarah’s interest sparked, though her anger at Karen’s words simmered.

Sarah returned to Mark, her face flushed with indignation, and pointed out the couple across the pool deck Karen, striding with a haughty air, and Tom, trailing quietly. “That woman just chewed me out over your foreskin,” Sarah fumed, settling beside Mark on their lounge chairs. “Called it ‘disgusting’ and ‘offensive,’ like you’re doing something wrong by existing.” Mark’s brow furrowed, his hand instinctively brushing his thigh, self conscious for a moment. “What the hell? It’s a nude resort. She’s got some nerve.” They leaned close, voices low, their anger bubbling. “She’s acting like your body’s a personal insult to her,” Sarah said, her eyes narrowing. “And her husband’s just standing there, letting her spew that nonsense.” Mark shook his head, his jaw tight. “Hypocritical, shaming me when everyone’s bare here. What’s her deal?” They speculated Karen’s discomfort stemmed from prudishness or jealousy, her words a projection of her own issues. The confrontation stung, leaving them both rattled, their enjoyment of the day tainted.

Trying to shake it off, Sarah kissed Mark’s cheek. “I’m going to play volleyball in the pool. Maybe it’ll clear my head.” Mark nodded, squeezing her hand. “Go have fun. Don’t let her ruin our vibe.” Sarah headed to the pool, hoping the game would distract her from Karen’s venom.

During the volleyball game, Sarah found herself on Tom’s team. As he leaped for a ball, his cock broke the water, revealing a surprise: a glimpse of foreskin, long and pliable, slipping forward before he tugged it back. Sarah’s pulse raced, her anger at Karen momentarily forgotten. He wasn’t circumcised his foreskin had been pulled back, mimicking a cut cock. Each adjustment betrayed a man starved for sensations his wife denied. Sarah’s mind ignited with a plan to seduce him, lavishing his foreskin with the worship Karen withheld, a subtle rebellion against the confrontation.

After the game, Sarah approached Tom, her smile coy. “Your wife didn’t like my husband’s… natural look,” she purred. Tom’s hazel eyes flickered with frustration and desire. “She’s got her views,” he said, his realtor’s charm tinged with longing. Sarah leaned closer. “I love a man with foreskin,” she whispered, watching his cock twitch, hardening slightly. “I’d stretch it with my fingers, nibble it, swirl my tongue inside everything your wife won’t do.” Tom’s breath caught, his mind racing to solitary moments, stroking himself when Karen was gone, his foreskin the focus of secret fantasies. “She hates it says it’s unclean,” he admitted. Sarah’s smile turned wicked. “Her loss. I’d worship it.” She mentioned a house for sale, and Tom offered to show it a pretext heavy with intent.

Sarah told Mark, her skin flushed, recounting Tom’s hidden foreskin and her seduction plan. Mark’s eyes darkened with arousal, the sting of Karen’s words fueling his excitement. “Go,” he urged. “Show him what he’s missing.” The idea set them ablaze Sarah indulging her obsession, Mark craving her vivid details.

Mark drove her to the cliffside villa, its sleek lines overlooking the ocean. Tom’s wife was absent; he’d told her he had a client. Inside, Sarah sank to her knees, her small hands finding Tom’s thighs, then his cock, which swelled to a thick eight inches. The foreskin, longer than Mark’s, was velvety and elastic. Her little fingers stretched it gently, pulling it back to reveal the glistening head, then letting it slide forward. Tom groaned, his head tilting back. “She never touches it,” he confessed. “Only I do… when she’s gone.”

Sarah’s fingers danced, stretching the foreskin until it formed a taut ridge. She nibbled the edge, then bit gently, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making Tom shudder. She chewed softly, savoring its texture, before slipping her tongue beneath, swirling it around the head, tasting his heat. His moans grew desperate, his cock throbbing from her earlier words, now overwhelmed by her touch. Her hand job was meticulous stroking slowly, rolling the foreskin up and down, varying pressure, pausing to stretch it fully, watching his reactions.

Sarah’s inspection intensified, her fingers probing deeper. She poked two fingers beneath the foreskin, stretching it wide and long, feeling its elasticity yield. “God, it’s so pliable,” she murmured, as Tom moaned, his cock twitching, a bead of pre cum glistening at the tip. “So sensitive,” he gasped, the nerves in his foreskin sparking. She added a third, then a fourth finger, stretching it further, the skin taut and smooth, Tom’s groans growing louder with each addition. “Fuck, that’s intense,” he panted, his frenulum tingling as her fingers grazed it. With her fifth finger, she pushed deeper, the foreskin stretched to its limit, Tom’s voice breaking: “Every nerve… I feel it all.” Struggling with a sixth finger, Sarah worked it in, squeezing gently, the tight fit making Tom’s cock throb, pre cum dripping steadily, his frenulum alive with sensation. “No one’s ever… done this,” he stammered, overwhelmed.

Sarah paused, examining her handiwork. Tom’s foreskin was now longer, wider, gloriously loose, a testament to her skill. She bunched the excess skin into her petite hands, marveling at its softness, then, with a playful tug, dragged Tom by his foreskin through the villa, touring the sleek rooms, his cock twitching with every step, pre cum trailing. “This,” she teased, “is what it deserves.”

In the living room, she guided him to the plush rug, straddling him in reverse cowgirl, lowering herself onto his thick cock. The foreskin slid inside her pussy, its silky glide a delicious contrast to his hardness, caressing her walls with each thrust. She rocked her hips, moaning at the unique friction. Tom’s hands gripped her hips, his breaths ragged, the worship of his neglected foreskin driving him wild.

In doggy style, Sarah braced against the rug as Tom entered her from behind, his cock stretching her, the foreskin’s softness intensifying each thrust. She gasped, relishing its glide against her inner walls. Tom’s groans grew louder, his hips slamming, fueled by the pleasure his wife denied.

On her back in missionary, Sarah locked eyes with Tom as he filled her pussy, the foreskin sliding rhythmically, its softness teasing her sensitive flesh. Then, craving more, she guided him to her ass, slick with anticipation. As he pressed inside, the foreskin’s glide eased the stretch, its silky texture making her moan. Each position reverse cowgirl, doggy, missionary, anal was a dance of his thick length and pliable foreskin, a sensation Sarah cherished.

Finally, she knelt, teasing his foreskin one last time, nibbling and swirling her tongue beneath it, before taking him deep. Her hand stroked in sync, rolling the foreskin, until Tom’s body tensed. He came hard, his release flooding down her throat, hot and pulsing, as Sarah swallowed, her fingers still tugging his foreskin, milking every shudder.

On the drive home, the coastal road winding under the setting sun, Sarah’s excitement spilled over. She reached for Mark’s shorts, deftly freeing his uncut cock, already hardening under her touch. As she began recounting every detail Tom’s foreskin stretched by her fingers, two at first, then four, five, and the struggle with the sixth, his moans with each insertion, the pre cum dripping, the loose skin bunched in her hands, dragging him through the villa, the silky glide in her pussy and ass, the throat deep climax her fingers played with Mark’s foreskin. She rolled it back gently, teasing the sensitive head, then stretched it forward, mimicking her actions with Tom. Mark groaned, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his cock twitching as she described nibbling Tom’s foreskin, swirling her tongue inside, and the intense stretching that left it gloriously loose. Her petite hands stroked Mark slowly, rolling his foreskin with each detail, his pre cum slick under her fingers, his breaths ragged as he listened, the car filled with the heat of her words and touch. Mark’s own uncut cock stirred, aroused by her tale. “She’s missing out,” Sarah said, eyes gleaming. “But I gave him everything.”

Tom and Karen never returned to the resort after that. Sarah and Mark, tangled in their sheets, speculated Karen sensed something Tom’s sated demeanor, the “client” excuse. But Karen’s confrontation still stung, and they plotted revenge. Sarah, with her charm, and Mark, with his tech savvy, found Tom’s real estate listings online, including the villa. Sarah crafted an anonymous email from a burner account, hinting at Tom’s “unprofessional conduct” with a client, laced with suggestive details about his “personal assets.” They sent it to Karen’s work email, which Mark found via social media, disguised as a professional complaint to her firm.

They never saw Karen’s reaction, but Tom and Karen’s absence spoke volumes. Sarah and Mark grinned over cocktails, imagining Karen’s fury piecing together Tom’s betrayal, her hypocrisy exposed. The revenge was subtle, untraceable, and deeply satisfying, fueling their passion as they relived Sarah’s encounter, each retelling a spark that set their bed ablaze.