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I Surprised His Friend…naked


One day, I had come home earlier than Cliff, who had to work late that night.
As a little surprise for him, I decided that when he came home, I would greet
him at the door wearing only a strand of pearls and my perfume. While I was
getting ready, with a nice hot bubble bath, I was thinking about what Cliff’s
reaction would be when I opened the door totally naked. I knew he would be
excited, and that made me very excited. I played with myself in the bath and
found that my nipples became very hard. I’ve always thought my breasts were
more or less okay in terms of size, but I’ve always wished my nipples were
bigger. This time, they were fulfilling my wishes. After my bath, I put on a
string of pearls that Cliff had given me for our first six month anniversary
and then put on the Shalimar perfume that I knew Cliff really likes. It is a
very heavy perfume and I wasn’t sure that it is really right for me, but
Cliff loves it, and my desire was to please him. It didn’t take very long
before I heard him start to turn the key in the lock to come in. I quickly
ran to the door and opened it with a big smile, a string of pearls, Shalimar,
and a totally nude body. Cliff’s eyes opened wide as he saw me. The eyes of
his companion, who had accompanied him home, and whom Cliff hadn’t told me
about, opened even wider. He was a very good looking man in his early
thirties. I didn’t know what to do, so I opened the door the rest of the way
so they could come in. After all, he had already seen that I was nude so it
was a little late to close the door. Cliff and his friend, Frank, whom he
introduced to me, came inside. Frank was about six feet two and very good
looking (or did I already say that?). I stammered some kind of hello and then
Cliff, to help me over my embarrassment, pretended that everything was
absolutely normal and asked Frank and me if we would like to have a drink.
Frank, without taking his eyes off me (he wasn’t looking at my face, at least
not most of the time) said he would love to have a gin and tonic and so I
said I would like one, too. I’m not sure if I ushered Frank into our living
room or just sort of stumbled into it.

Anyway, Frank followed me and then sat in a chair. I thought very briefly
about excusing myself so I could go put something on, but then I thought that
would be silly because he had already seen my breasts, my nipples, my pussy
and my ass, so what would I be hiding? It didn’t take long from that thought
to think about how much of me I could possibly put on exhibit for him – I
knew Cliff. Even though we hadn’t been together for that long – wouldn’t be
upset if I gave a little show for Frank. So I sat in a chair opposite from
his. At first I kept my legs more or less together. But I soon thought how
ridiculous that was when I was totally naked, anyway. So, while we were
talking, I gradually let my legs widen so that Frank could see my pussy
between my legs (he could see my pussy even when my legs were closed, but he
could see a lot more of me as my legs widened). As I let my legs gradually
widen, my pussy became wetter and wetter. I wondered whether Frank could see
how wet I was. I tried to look at his penis without having him think that I
was staring at him. I don’t know if it was totally erect, but I could tell
that it was erect and getting bigger by the minute. That made me get wetter
by the minute, too. So I lifted my leg and, as casually as I could, put it
over the arm of my chair, talking all the while about God knows what so it
would appear that I didn’t really know what I was doing. (Which was, of
course, trying to make my pussy lips open as wide as possible so that Frank
could see my pussy in what Cliff would call “all its glory”.)

While this was going on, Cliff was fixing drinks for us. I think he was
deliberately taking as long as possible to make the drinks so that as much as
possible could happen. When he brought the drinks, he glanced down at what
could only be realistically described as my gaping pussy and smiled. He
handed me a drink, then gave one to his friend, Frank, who gulped it down
very quickly. Cliff said something about how we could have played strip poker
but the game already seemed to have been won. I thought about putting my leg
back down so my pussy wouldn’t be so exposed, but when I glanced at Cliff, he
gave mea nod of approval so I knew he was as excited as I was about what I
was showing to his friend. My nipples were so hard that I felt a tiny bit
embarrassed although, actually, I was very proud that they could get that
big. I said some stupid remark about how cold it was – as if that would
explain the hardening of my nipples and nobody would think that I was so
sexually excited I was about to jump out of my skin. Frank kept shifting in
his chair. Actually, Cliff did, too.

After we had our first drink, Cliff quickly jumped up to get us refills. He
wanted the mood to continue. After he gave us our second drinks, he asked
Frank if he would help to take a few pictures of me. Frank didn’t seem to
know what he meant, so Cliff then asked Frank to help “pose” me while Cliff
took the pictures. Frank was a little, but only a very little, reluctant to
put my arms and legs, not to mention the rest of me, in interesting positions
for the pictures. It took him maybe a minute and a half to get over his
shyness. I must confess that I helped. I took his hand and placed it on my
breast. Then I asked him if I should have my left breast or my right breast
facing the camera. I think this gave him the encouragement he needed, because
he then started moving his hands over my body, helping (helping?) me to be in
the best positions for pictures. I tried to find ways to accidentally brush
against his penis, which had become quite large and felt very nice whenever I
could pushup against it. The rest of the time, I let Frank pretend to move my
leg, while letting his hand brush over my pussy, or pretend to move my
shoulders, while his hand, or hands, would caress my breasts and, when I was
lucky, my nipples. I almost felt sorry for him because he clearly wasn’t
certain of how much he could do in the way of touching me without angering
either Cliff or me. (In fact, there was almost nothing he could have done,
except to have ignored me, that would have angered either of us).

We took some pictures in the living room, then in the bedroom, then back in
the living room, and one out on the porch. I could tell from brushing against
Frank that he was very excited, and I knew that Cliff was. I was only hoping
that I wasn’t so wet that I would leave stains every time I sat down – though
I think I actually did. When I was really excited, I was not knowing exactly
sure what to do about it. (Should I unzip Frank’s trousers and take his penis
in my mouth, should I unzip Cliff’s trousers and take his penis in my mouth,
should I try to unzip both their trousers and have two penises (can that be
the right plural?) in my mouth? Cliff suggested that we go take a nude swim
at the pool here in the condo.

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