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Stranger In The Night

Did you ever consider what to can do when everyone has
already seen you and your wife naked.

Last weekend my wife and I were staying overnight at a
local nudist camp. The camp had schduled a live band
Saturday night.

I went to the dance ahead of my wife to see what
everyone was wearing. The few attendees were all
dressed.

When I told her abut the lack of nudity, she got cold
feet and decided to wear a dress and sweater but keep
her chest exposed. She needed the clothes anyways to
get there because it was chilly that night.

When we arrived at the dance, nothing had changed.
Just a few people, all bemoaning the lack of others.
Several of them, in fact, were threatening to leave.

At least the band seemed committed to staying. I
became worried that soon we could become the only ones
there.

To liven up the night I took my clothes off. That,
along with my wife's bare breasts, seemed to pick up
everyone's spirits. One guy took off his clothes and
another woman stripped down to a bra and thong.

Soon, my wife, ever a trooper, took off her skirt and
sweater to become naked. One single naked guy grew
emboldened by her move and asked her to dance.

Seeing her prancing around in front of the band and
everyone else was quite a turn on for me. My wife took
advantage of having the spotlight by shaking her
breasts and swivelling her hips to the music.

Whe she cam back to the table she planted a big kiss
on my lips to reassure me. Not that I needed it. All
through the night the single guy kept dancing with
her, asking my permission each time. I soon got tired
of granting it and give him an open invitation to
dance with her.

Anyways, to make a long story short, he grew more and
more friendly with my wife, By the end, he was talking
to her alone. From time to time, I would dance with
her and I could see him following our every move on
the dance floor. He was obviously turned on by her
nude body. I must say his stares turned me on too.

Of course, everyone else, especially the band members,
were following my wife's every move as well. She was
the belle of the ball strutting her stuff for everyone
to see. I had a few admirers too because, as anyone
could see, I was permanntly semi-hard.

The last dance was slow and, my wife, who had saved
all the previous slow ones for me, decided to give her
admirer one he would remember.

The two of them spent the entire number in a tight
embrace. By the end you could see that he was very
hard. She later told me he had wedged it between her
legs.

As you might imagine, he wanted more, but my wife and
I didn't want to go that far.

I lingered behind as we returned to to our first floor
accommodations. I told him the best we could do was
put on a show for him, but he had to promise to leave
us alone at the end of it.

He readily agreed and I told him which window to go to
in 10 minutes. I then hurried ahead to catch up with
my wife.

She initially didn't like the idea. Many times we had
performed before an open curtain, but this was
different. We now had a audience of one who knew us
and vice versa. It was a lot more intimate than the
usual.

But it didn't take her very long to change her mind. I
guess that's one of the many reasons I really love
her. She's so adventurous.

We went back to the room and made sure all was
prepared. There was sufficient light. The curtains
were opened. The door was locked. She stripped and lay
down on the bed, kitty corner so her crotch faced the
widnow.

I lay down next to her on the other side from the
window and began kissing her and rubbing her all over.
My hand circled down to her pussy just as we heard the
first rustlings outside our window. My wife spread her
legs a little further. I stroked her beautiful
clitoris.

I stole a look at the window and there he was, our
terpsichorean friend, his face plastered up to the
window.

We put on our finest performance that night. My wife
was to tell me later that she had the "greatest orgasm
ever." I could believe it because she made quite a
racket at the critical point.

When we were through, we turned out the light and went
to sleep. A few seconds later, we heard receding
footsteps and a faint "Thank you" in the still of the
night.




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