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NUDE ENCOUNTERS OF THE PROGRESSIVE KIND

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It is necessary that I first bore you with essential background details. In so doing, you?ll best understand how these extreme events came about. If you are anything like me though, an early promise of naughty tales and outrageous relationships would be helpful. I doubt you will be disappointed with the antics of my wife, our friends, or with my own.

Anyone who experiences this lifestyle unquestionably remembers their first time. I and my wife are no exception. To the best of my ability I will set forth our story from my perspective. I am very confident that my wife would agree with my letter to you since she proof read it, but of course, to hear or read her perspective would also prove interesting and provocative.

As for us. We were married 10-years ago. I was 37, and she was 27. At that time I was a seasoned and successful consultant, and she was an up-and-coming junior executive in a technology company. The years quickly passed, and they were profitable to both of our careers. With no children, we both focused on our professions, and I was able to move into semi-retirement; working only when I wished.

Three years ago Lisa was recruited by a larger technology company to be their executive vice president of European markets.

With her new job, we moved to a southwestern state and bought a large acreage about 45-minutes outside of a medium-sized city, which I don?t care to mention by name. We are the last of three residents on our gravel road, each of us separated by at least a quarter mile. It is a rather isolated location, and styled after a Spanish hacienda, with a clay tile roof, stucco walls, and large central court in the back of the house.

Now, as I promised, our story turns toward the more sensual. Lisa made several trips to France, Spain, Italy and Greece that first year. I was able to go on a few of them, and that?s when we discovered topless beaches. At first, Lisa and I both really enjoyed them, each of us taking cautious glances at the widely varied shapes, sizes and ages of topless women. Some were old, some were very young, some were average, and somewhere stunningly voluptuous. We loved them all, and eventually grew comfortable with the European?s more sensual lifestyle. However, up to that point, Lisa had never taken off her own top, and was merely a spectator.

One Saturday morning, as we lay on our hotel balcony over looking the western half of the Mediterranean Sea I suggested that we head to one of our favorite Italian topless beaches. It was frequented by many of the more beautiful women, and both of us had always enjoyed their beauty. To my surprise, Lisa seemed disinterested, and even said that the beaches weren?t fun anymore.

Now I had lived with Lisa for seven years at that point, so I began to recognize she had a hidden message in declining a visit to the beach. As if by ESP, I suddenly realized what was bothering her. I was convinced that Lisa wanted me to encourage her to go topless. I had thought about it many times, but felt like it was a decision she should make on her own.

So, I turned to Lisa, without skipping a beat and said, ?come on girl. Let?s go to the beach. And I want you to take off your top for me.?

?Joe,? she feigned, with a very false looking expression of shock mingled with pure delight?. ?I?m surprised you would suggest such a thing.?

?Oh Lisa, humor me. Show these Italian babes some American-bred coconuts. Besides, they are so gorgeous.?

?Joe, do you think so? I mean, should I go topless??

?Oh yeah. I?ve fantasized about it a time or two.?

?Fantasized? Like, you want other people to see your naked wife??

Now things were getting interesting for me. Not only had I obviously nailed the issue, but she was leading me on a bit further.

?Hey, let?s go topless first, then we?ll talk about nude beaches later.?

?Oh honey, it sounds rather interesting after all, even if you are naughty.?

Well, to shorten this part of the story, Lisa learned to go topless at the beach, and she really enjoyed it, and so did I. She learned to parade around the beach with obvious bravado, and even played some volley ball with the Italian boys. She wore a fairly neutral g-string, and at times it was easy to imagine her totally nude.

Our love-making got really hot in those days, and we learned to talk about her new-found freedom rather openly.

About six months ago, when we were in Greece, Lisa once again seemed disinterested in going to a topless beach. And again, she indicated that it just wasn?t as much fun as it had been. And again, I realized that she wanted me to discover the hidden meaning in her refusal. And yes, again, I realized my role in this exchange ? she wanted me to help her graduate from topless beaches to totally nude beaches.

Well, I walked up to her on our hotel balcony, this time overlooking part of the island we were on, and said, ?honey, we?re in Greece you know. It?s very erotic and liberated. I think we should go try out one of the local nude beaches.?

?Joe, that?s so naughty!?

?You?d look so beautiful strolling along the beach, buck naked, and you know it.?

?So we?re back to showing off your naked wife again??

?Yep. That?s me. I?d love for you to do it.?

?You?d have to go naked too!?

I hadn?t thought of that, so it took me a second to digest her statement. I really didn?t think I could do it. I mean, I suppose I could pull off my trunks, but Mr. Wiggly only needs a slight breeze to turn into a patriotic flag pole.

?No reason for me to go naked is there? I mean, I don?t really have the self control over Mr. Wiggly.?

Again, I?ll keep the banter to a minimum: I lost the argument about keeping my shorts on, but scored a victory in convincing Lisa that we should visit a nakey-beach.

That afternoon found us at a very crowded nude beach. Summer co-eds from various western European countries were there to lose their tan lines. I was at least a decade older than most of them, and so I felt a bit intimidated. We laid out our towels and umbrella, and before I could think, Lisa had pulled all the strings on her top and bottom, and stood there in all her glory. She looked over at me, and said, ?well Joe, it?s your turn.?

I figured what the heck, and pulled them down, and then crawled into the shade of my umbrella. Lisa giggled, and walked out to the small waves that were breaking on the sand. She was gorgeous. Nice c-cup breasts, flat belly and a neatly trimmed pubic triangle.

Right about that time, some co-eds from Norway or Finland, or someplace way up north walked up next to our spread, unceremoniously doffed all their clothes, and began to set-up their towels and chairs and picnic basket.

I watched in utter amazement as they wiggled and waggled their breasts, bent over to show me their unshaved asses and pussies, and talked rather animatedly in their foreign tongue.

I realized that Mr. Wiggly was getting patriotic, so I turned to lay on my other side, only to find myself staring at three gay greek dudes, who were laying on their backs, naked as the day they were born.

Turning to look for Lisa, I saw that she had walked off to some outdoor refreshment pavilion about 50-yards away. I was on my own, sensually overloaded and sporting a ¾ erection.

I rolled over onto my belly to hide things, and knocked over the umbrella. Well the Nordic girls came to my rescue, bouncing and jiggling with no apparent self-consciousness at all, which woke up the gay guys. All the while, Mr. Wiggly was discovered by my new friends.

Covering myself with one hand, I tried to pull up my shorts. In unison the nords and the greeks tried to tell me in their native tongues, and with hand-motions that it was ok to sport an erection on the nude beach.

Well, to tell the truth, that just made matters worse for me. I pulled on my shorts, and walked back to the car until I could regain my composure.

It?s a silly first-time-at-the-nude-beach story, but it?s all mine, and its true. Lisa turned out to be a natural at going nude (no pun intended), while I continued to struggle with my composure.

Again, our love-making was intense and frequent during those amazing days at the nude beaches. I never mastered my self-control, and resorted to wearing shorts while my wife enjoyed her nudity. I saw it as a win-win arrangement. Lisa did too.

Over the course of time Lisa?s trips to Europe continued, and my occasional consulting jobs kept me back more and more. All along though, I encouraged Lisa to work on her tan, and she obviously did so.

So, while she would go away, I had my isolated home to myself, and I learned to really enjoy private nudity at home. It became perfectly normal to immediately undress in the quiet of my house, walk around nude in my court yard, cook, clean, and even walk the north forty of the property which was filled with boulders and juniper trees. She was nude in Europe. I was nude in the southwest United States.

Every once in a while, while Lisa was gone, I would tune in our satellite system and watch some skin flicks. They were inspirational, and I learned to make masturbation a sort of ritual with my nudity.

Lisa would come home and pay the bills for the household. I waited for her to say something about the movies, and one day she simply said, ?I see you?ve been enjoying some naughty movies while I?m gone. I suppose I should look for some stained furniture in the family room too??

I started to respond with a pathetic ?Honey, I ??, when she stopped me with a giggle and said, ?it?s OK Joe. Maybe you should invite me to watch them with you.?

?Right, well, they take the edge off my loneliness. It?s always better to have you home than watch a movie with no plot.?

?Those things aren?t really about plots are they??

?I suppose not.?

Lisa turned, then paused and looked back at me and said, ?where are your tan lines??

I smiled and said, ?I?ve been practicing for nude beaches by taking long walks on the property when you?re gone.?

?Cool Joe. You should go nude all the time, not just when I?m gone.?

?You mean it??

?Yes Joe. I love your body.?

With that she continued her turn and walked off into the kitchen.

So, this much of my tale brings you to about six months ago. It was mid-summer and Lisa was heading off to Italy for three weeks, and she started to mope around the house. Her moping reached a climax about two days before she was to head out and I knew it was up to me to break the ice and get her to talk.

?What?s up Lisa. You?re moping about this trip.?

It took a couple minutes of coaxing her, but she finally said, ?It?s Giancarlo and Marco. They have been pestering me for a while to go to a resort with them over one of their long weekends.?

?That doesn?t usually bother you does it.?

?Well, it?s not exactly a g-rated family place to go.?

?Lisa, you go to nude beaches all the time. I bet they do too.?

?I know Joe, and yes they do too. We?ve even crossed paths at that nude beach in Sardinia, on the Costa Smeralda. You know the one that I sent you an e-mail about. I told you I ran into them.?

?I remember.?

And, yes I did remember, I had seen photos of both of these guys. Giancarlo was around my age, very fit, hairy and tanned. He was a handsome one, and Marco was more Lisa?s age, less hair than Giancarlo, and a little less fit, but still, I?d characterize him as athletic looking. And, when I read Lisa?s e-mail that they met on a nude beach, I have to confess that I wondered what went through everyone?s minds. Somewhere there had to have been a bit of naughty thinking going on between customer and contractor.

Lisa continued and said, ?well, no big deal to run into each other on a nude beach in public, but they want me to go to a nude club with them.?

?You think they?re up to something??

?Well, if they were bringing their wives, I?d be less, ummm, suspicious. But their bringing along a couple of drop-dead gorgeous Italian bimbo babes with them. So I suspect they are going to party.?

Now my mind was in high gear. She was moping about having to consider the invitation to go to a nude club with a couple of hunky Italian dudes. She wanted me to know it. And she wanted me to know that she was struggling with the issue. I felt like I had one more maneuver to get through, before suggesting the previously unthinkable.

?You think this is going to hurt your business relationship??

Lisa looked down at the floor on the courtyard deck, and said, ?no, not really.?

Bingo, I knew where she stood. Her struggle wasn?t a professional one. It was a personal one. She must want to go party with these sensual Italians.

I asked her, forcing her to look into my eyes with my head and neck gestures, ?would you go, if you were a liberated single woman??

?But I?m not Joe. I?m married to you, a wonderful man.?

She answered my question indirectly. Yes, if she were single she?d go with them. That meant to me that she?d enjoy the prospect of their sensual partying.

?Listen Lisa, I endorse you going to this club with them and their babes. You know I adore you and your beautiful body. I understand why they?d want you to join them. I say ? go.?

?Joe, your so nice, but you?re so naughty. They want me to go to a really wild club with them ? three nights at a wild, Mediterranean club. They don?t exactly play shuffle board there.?

?Lisa, I understand what you?re telling me. It?s wild. It?s crazy. There will be tons of sex right??

?All kinds of sex Joe. Orgies, group sex. You name it. It goes on at this place.?

?Is it dangerous??

?No.?

?If you were single, would you like to try it??

?I?m not single.?

Again, I knew I would have to pave the way to her decision, and actually, I appreciated her pulling me into her remarkable dilemma.

?Lisa, you know I love you. I adore your body. I get aroused seeing you naked. I get really aroused seeing you naked at public beaches, with men and women ogling you.?

With that statement, I pulled off my clothes while she stood watching. I was fully erect, and I continued my diatribe with her. ?I am rock hard and totally aroused at the thought of you going to party with these people. I only ask one thing, tell me everything that goes on.?

She squealed and said, ?Oh Joe, you do love me, you naughty boy,?, and she threw her arms around my neck, and crashed into my hard cock.

?You have to tell me what goes on. Everything.?

?Everything? I don?t know if I can. I might be embarrassed.?

She was a master at this game of forcing me to say the difficult things, and this time, I was very motivated to play along, so I blurted it out, ?Tell me who you fucked, how you fucked them, how many times, and what it was like for you.?

?EEEEEEEEh, she squealed again, ?you?re so naughty. I promise to tell you. Can I tell you over e-mail.?

?Every day please, if you can. And I want pictures too if you can get them.?

?Pictures of them??

?No, pictures of you, and them, in the very act please. Gosh, I?m horny as hell thinking about it.?

?Yes, you are my dear. Thinking of your naked wife with those Italian studs . . . ?

?And bimbos too.?

Lisa paused, and said, ?so you?re going to run around naked at home, read my e-mails and jack-off??

How Lisa can go from so timid and indirect to totally raw amazed me, and she knew it was one reason why I adored her.

?Well, yes, I think you can count on that.?

?You?re going to jack ?off as I tell you how some Italian guys fucked me??

?Pictures please?, I responded.

?I?ll try to get you some pics. I promise to tell you every detail of the partying, and I?ll go one further, I?ll give you a surprise you wont soon forget. And don?t ask what it is, I?ll never tell.?

With the conversation coming to an abrupt end, Lisa pulled off her loose-fitting, spaghetti strap t-shirt, pulled off her shorts and panties, and slapped a huge juicy kiss on my lips.

We made incredible, passionate love that evening. We didn?t talk during our love-making, but it was obvious that Lisa was fantasizing some really naughty thoughts and moaned more than I have ever heard her before. Her orgasms were thunderous, and she was hesitant to even stop her fucking. We were having the best sex of our lives that evening (up to that point).

Next day, I didn?t dress, and neither did she. We made love rather spontaneously a couple more times as she packed her bags for the trip to Italy.

On the way to the airport on the third day, we were unusually quiet until we pulled up to the departure gate. At that point, Lisa looked at me, straight in the eyes and said, ?are you sure??

?Have fun. Have lots of fun. Have total fun. Love you.?

She kissed me, exited the car and disappeared into the terminal with her bags.

I drove home, got naked and started my home-alone routine again. Naughty movie at 9:00 PM, jack-off with a rum and coke nearby, fall asleep, wake up, shower and jack-off. Read on-line news. Eat lunch. Read Lisa?s e-mail reports of how business was going, always reminding me about her upcoming trip to the club in 10-days, then 7-days, then 3-days.

On the third day before her big clubbing adventure, Lisa sent me a web-site link for the club, with a user ID and password. She said that I should check out the club, so that if I had any misgivings, she would have time to duck out of the date.

Well, I did just that, sitting their naked, surfing the website, and getting aroused as I looked at what Lisa was in for. There was the promise of a naked mosh-pit one evening, various fantasy rooms, naked cruises, swapping sign-ups, three-some sign-ups, and more. I didn?t even want to savor my excitement. I grabbed my rod and jerked it off into my hand in a few seconds. I was totally worked-up about the idea of my wife doing this. I was amazed at my own excitement over the prospects of hearing her give me the details.

After cleaning up, I answered her e-mail with a simple ?Have fun. Send pics. No rules.?

Next day, Lisa sent me an e-mail thanking me. Assuring her love for me. Reminded me of a surprise, and said, ?watch a fuck movie for me tonight. I?ve got a business report to get done before I can party. Remember, I have a big surprise for you.?

I had forgotten about the surprise, but I figured she would give it to me upon her arrival. I was wrong.

Anyway, so there I was, drinking my rum and coke, watching the opening credits to ?Bikini Bounce-off?, and savoring that pre-erect swollen feeling that comes with anticipation of something naughty, when I heard a female voice right next to me.

I looked up, and simultaneously covered my cock with my right hand, when I heard Lisa?s best friend say, ?don?t cover that thing up. Lisa sent me over to make sure you were doing OK. She promised me that I?d get a good look at Mr. Wiggly.?

The rum and coke was starting to have its affect, and I felt a little glowy around the edges, and thought to myself, ?here we go.?

I removed my hand, and turned so she could ogle it more clearly, when she smiled and said, ?you should invite me to sit down.?

Without waiting for the invitation, Wendy sauntered across the family room, strutting rather sensually, showing off her very tiny tennis skirt and bare ass underneath, and her braless tennis top, that showed some amazing c-cup cleavage and erect nipples.

Wendy sat down, rather open-legged, and said, ?I see you are about to watch a naughty movie, should I leave??

?Uh, no, I?ll just turn it off . . .? and made for the remote when Wendy said, ?don?t do that. Let?s watch it for a while.?

I looked at the screen, and there were two women, groping each others breasts with considerable zeal. Mr. Wiggly was getting stiff. I couldn?t hold back any more, and quickly grew from semi-flacid and pointing at my toes to the point that my cock flopped upwards toward my belly button in a single spasm.

?Oh say there Joe, this looks like it?s your kind of show. Look at those girls getting it on.?

?Wendy, this is, ummm, a little weird.?

?Lisa told you that she would give you a surprise you wouldn?t forget didn?t she??

?Well, yeah, but I didn?t know what it was about.?

?You still don?t Joe.?

With that Wendy stood up, arched her back so that her tits strained at her top, and spread apart in a way that suggested their weightiness. Her skirt front also raised, and I could see that indeed she wore no panties.

?Joe, I promise to come back tomorrow and bring lunch. Lisa is concerned that your bachelor lifestyle might get unhealthy. See you tomorrow, and oh, don?t get dressed on my account. Lisa told me that you are a nudist. Me too. Don?t put anything on.?

I sat speechless as Wendy walked out of the room, closing the front door behind her. And there I sat by myself, with a hard-on, ignoring two girls eating each other on the television.

I jacked-off again that night, went to bed with two rum and cokes running around in my blood system, and dreamed some very naughty thoughts about my wife, and about her best friend.

Next day, I broke my routine and checked my e-mail early, and saw a couple of e-mails from Lisa. In the first e-mail she indicated that her report was done, and she was leaving town with her Italian friends. She wanted me to take care of myself, and that she?d be in touch.

The second e-mail was a string of e-mails between her and Wendy. Lisa started off and said, ?Wendy is my best friend. And I love you both. While I?m gone, Wendy has my permission to take good care of you. I know she was there last night, dressed rather naughty for you, and she said, you were a perfect gentleman, even if you popped a boner in front of her. She?ll be back to visit you today. She likes your nudity. I do too. Don?t get yourself dressed. I sent you a string of e-mails between her and I that will prove interesting to you. Enjoy. Have fun. Have lots of fun. No rules.?

I read on to see that Wendy and Lisa had exchanged e-mails that gave Wendy permission to fuck my brains out, and to teach me all her naughty tricks. Yet again, my cock was hard as a rock and pre-cum wasted no time to ooze out the tip of my penis, cooling it as it evaporated slowly. It was a great feeling, and an incredible prospect of lustful sex.

So, Lisa wanted to return my love. I debated on whether to jack-off, but decided that I?d save my potency for Wendy. Around 10:30 that morning, Wendy sauntered on into the house again, unannounced. Lisa had given her a key prior to leaving the country.

I was sitting in the courtyard, when I noticed her. She simply stood there, same outfit as last night, and began to finger her own pussy in front of me.

Wasting no time, I walked up to her, took her by the hand, led her to the bedroom, pulled off her clothing, and laid her on her back. I snuggled up close to her side, and began to fondle her breasts. This went on for less than 10-seconds, when Wendy said, ?I?m ready now. I?ve been thinking about fucking you for the past 12-hours.?

She spread her legs, eased me on top of her, and maneuvered her pussy to the tip of my cock, and thrust me into her.

?Fuck me Joe. I?ve wanted to fuck you for years, and I?m about ready to cum like thunder. Fuck me. I wish Lisa could see us. Fuck me Joe. Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Uhhhhhhhh. Ooooooooooh-uhhhhhh. Oh yeah. Yeah-yeah-yeah. I ? I ? I?m cummmmming, Oh yeah. Yes. Yes. Do it to me like that. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.?

Well, I couldn?t keep my eyes off her tits and nipples as they swayed and jiggled in opposing motions with her hip-bucking. She was a true beauty with flawless skin, nice round tits and pert nipples. Her neck was still clad with a pearl neckless. With all her gyrations, and her pearl necklace gliding over the skin of her neck, and the grunting and groaning as she came, I let loose my cum with my own naughty talk and said, ?Wendy. Oh Wendy, your pussy is soooooooo,? and I came in a huge spurt. It was an explosion. I knew that she could feel it by the look on her face when I shot it into her.

I collapsed. She pulled me tight, and we lay there, with my cock still inside her. We didn?t speak for a good couple of minutes. My cock was still stiff, but not nearly as engorged as in the beginning, and I slid out of her.

We rolled onto our sides, facing each other, kissing gently, still feeling very amorous and attentive. I didn?t want the afterglow to end, and to my surprise, it didn?t for a good while. No words, just adoration of each other?s bodies and closeness.

Wendy was first to speak and said, ?Joe, that was so delicious. I?ve wanted us to fuck for several years. I think Lisa was good with this for quite some time, but couldn?t quite decide if you were.?

?That?s Lisa for you. She leaves the hard things for me. I love her for it too. It works for us. Gosh Wendy, you are so sexy. I can?t believe how hot you were. I can?t believe how abandoned and lustful I felt with you.?

Wendy pushed me onto her back and said, ?let?s kiss for a while.?

And we did, but we didn?t make love again that day. We got up, cleaned up, and sort of hung out for the next three hours or so, not doing much of anything. Wendy did bring along some take-out Chinese food, but it just sat in the boxes on the counter top the whole time.

We talked about the evolution of Lisa?s sexual freedom, and how marvelous it was that we could trust each other, and share our sexuality and enjoy it.

Finally, around 4:30, Wendy donned her skimpy clothes, and said that she had to get home and meet Bruce when he got home around 6:00 that evening. It wasn?t until she mentioned his name that I considered what he might think of Wendy?s visit to my house.

She read my mind and said, ?I got his permission to visit you.?

?Visit??

?Fuck you.?

?He was cool with you coming over to fuck me.?

?Yep. Got to go love.?

With that she kissed me on the lips, and left me standing there at half-mast, naked as a jay-bird.

I checked my e-mail again, and there wasn?t anything from Lisa. I did my best to return to my routine, but nothing I could do could match the pleasure of Wendy?s sensational visit.

I?ll leave out the next few hours of my story, because they are basically a time of confusion mixed with thrilling fantasies.

Next day, I checked my e-mail again, and Lisa sent me two more messages. First one indicated that Wendy told her all about our afternoon delight. Lisa was thrilled to hear that it had been so erotic and passionate. She promised to send me a club report soon.

Her second e-mail indicated that they five of them made it to the club. There was an airline flight, followed by a boat trip, and everyone was a bit worn out. They all shared a big room with a double-king-sized bed, and they slept pretty much in a naked tangle the first night, but there was no fucking or screwing to report yet. She said she woke up in the middle of the night a bit disoriented because she was so horny, but fell back to sleep quick enough, realizing that one of the bimbos had her thigh tight in the crack of her ass as they lay in a spoon. Apparently, Giancarlo was spooning the other bimbo, and Marco was behind Lisa?s closest bed-mate. She liked the club atmosphere. Lots of nude couples. No public sex was seen (yet), and tomorrow promised to be more interesting.

I was mesmerized by the vision she painted in her mail, and with the ease she was telling me about such an erotic situation. I started to re-read the second e-mail again, when Wendy called from the family room, ?we?re here Joe.?

Well, I was growing accustomed to Wendy sneaking up on me, but I didn?t know what she meant by ?we?re here?. Instinctively, I stood to find something to cover myself, when Wendy and her husband Bruce came into the den where my computer was.

They were both fully dressed, and I was totally nude, and once again, at half-mast after reading my wife?s first report.

Bruce was first to speak and said, ?Joe, I bet you just read Lisa?s e-mail. Cool image to think of her in a double-king bed with four other people. Eh??

?Bruce, how?d you know about ?? He didn?t let me finish.

He said, ?Wendy gets blind copies of all that stuff. Shares it with me too. Hot lady that wife of yours.?

?Bruce, I uh, gosh, I don?t know what to say. I?m naked.?

He and Wendy both laughed. Bruce leaned toward me slightly and said, ?aren?t you going to ask us to join you. I mean, it?s rude to be enjoying yourself in front of company, and not offer them some fun too. Right buddy??

Neither of them waited for my reply. I watched as they both stripped in the office. It was weird, because Bruce picked his stuff up, folded it all, and said, ?I?ll just go put these in the bedroom some place.?

As he walked out, I looked at Wendy, and she said, ?Joe, your surprise isn?t over yet. Lisa figured you should get a little extra fun too.?

?Extra fun?? I leaned toward Wendy and said under my breath, ?I just fucked you in that bedroom yesterday, and now your naked husband is in there.?

?Come with me,? she said, and walked off to the bedroom where her husband was.

I followed her in, feeling a bit self-conscious about the whole thing, and to my surprise, found Bruce laying on his left side in my bed.

Wendy joined him on the bed without hesitation, and patted next to her so that I would lay down too, with her sandwiched between me and Bruce.

?Kiss me boys. Kiss me all over please. Kiss me everywhere.?

Bruce was on his right elbow, looking across his wife at me, and said, ?kiss her Joe. Kiss her for me.?

Wendy helped break the ice, and grabbed my face in her hands, and guided me to her lips. I kissed lightly at first, and in a matter of moments, I knew it was OK to let myself go and enjoy this. I kissed her passionately.

I felt Joe pull my right hand down to her vulva, and I took that as my cue to pleasure her there. Wendy immediately responded with her hips rocking in rhythm with my hand movements. She was shaved bare, and felt very smooth and firm.

I continued to kiss Wendy, and could both feel and hear her moaning start up. I felt like talking, but didn?t. I wanted to talk naughty to both of them, but hesitated.

Bruce had made his way to Wendy?s left breast and was kissing her nipple, and massaging her softly.

Wendy broke the silence and cooed to Bruce, ?I want to fuck Joe. Do you want to see Joe stuff his cock into me??

Bruce looked at me and said, ?my wife needs you. I love this. Make love to her. Cum in her while I watch.?

I rolled over and straddled her legs, now spread widely for me. I became aware that Bruce was staring at my cock, which was wagging back and forth over his wife?s pussy while I maneuvered for position. It was a strange and exhilarating feeling. It also dawned on me that the fun in this for all of us was now centered on my cock entering his wife.

I grabbed it in my right hand, stroked it a couple of times and groaned for both of them, and took it by the base and guided it firmly back and forth, rubbing across Wendy?s very wet lips.

?Bruce, your wife is so hot. I want to fuck her. I fucked her yesterday you know. I came like a race horse in her pussy.?

?Ummm, Joe, that?s so sexy,? Bruce said. He moved up a little on the bed, so he could show me that he was aroused, and he began to stroke his cock very slowly.

?Joe, I love this part. I love to tease myself and watch other guys fuck Wendy.?

Wendy responded and said, ?put it in me Joe, nice and slow. I want to feel it nice and slow. Let Bruce watch.?

I did as requested, and slowly entered Wendy?s pussy. She let out a little gasp, and started to rock her hips a bit, and I said, ?not yet.?

?Please. I want it all now. All the way. I want your balls to slam into my ass.?

I slowly entered her, all the way, until, indeed, I could feel my scrotum firm against her ass.

Wendy started to gasp a little, and started to thrust slowly and firmly against me, when she said, ?Bruce honey, I want you to fuck my tits while Joe fucks my pussy.?

Well, to tell you the truth, I was sort of enjoying watching Bruce watch me fuck her, but Bruce was quick to oblige his desperate wife, and he mounted her in front of me. Not six inches from my face his legs were spread wide as he straddled her, and his nut sack hung and then glided along her belly as he began to fuck her tits.

I no longer had anyplace to plant my hands, so instinctively I put them on Bruce?s hips. Bruce gasped a little, and said, ?fuck her Joe.?

Bruce?s tempo picked up. So did Wendy?s. In about two minutes of intense thrusting, we all came within a couple of humps of each other. Bruce collapsed on Wendy. I collapsed on Bruce. And we all spent the next few moments relishing the cool down.

Wendy wiggled in a way that signaled she wanted us to get off of her. I slid back to her right side, while Bruce took back the left side.

Thinking it was time to relax, I lay on my back, cock resting on my belly, when I felt Wendy tug at my right hand that was laying on my own chest.

She pulled it onto her breasts, where Bruce?s cum was pooled, and she rubbed my palm in it, and pulled it down to her pussy.

She guided my slippery palm across her pussy that was soaking from my own cum. I quickly got the message, and started rubbing the mixture across her mound, focusing on her clitoris as I did so.

For me it was a very strange sensation indeed, but for Wendy, it was just what the doctor ordered for another climax.

After her ecstatic heaving was over, Wendy, said, ?kiss me again boys, then I?m headed for the shower.?

Well, this time I needed no coaxing, and I kissed her lips gently for a moment or two, and was followed by a smiling Bruce, who kissed her similarly.

Wendy rolled down off the foot of the bed, and sauntered into the master bathroom, where I heard the sink water begin to run.

Bruce looked at me and said, ?she?s bringing us a couple of wash cloths to clean up with.?

While he yet spoke it, we were each hit with a nice hot washcloth. We chuckled, grabbed the cloths, and began to wipe off.

It was a bit strange to be cleaning myself in front of Bruce, and to tell you the truth, a bit exhilarating at the same time. Bruce sensed my thoughts and said, ?it?s all erotic, even the clean-up. Watching the other guy clean his cock. I love it.?

?I just fucked your wife Bruce.?

?What did you like about her? About the three of us??

?She?s gorgeous. She?s very sexy, and very sensual. Once I figured out what part I had in this for the two of you, it was very fun for me. You know, to handle myself in front of you, and tease you with the idea of my cock in your wife.?

?Bruce, this is so totally outrageous, but the rush is addicting. I loved screwing your wife yesterday, but I really loved sharing her with you more.?

?Joe, you?re a natural at this. You should think about swinging as a lifestyle.?

?A month ago, I?d have said, no way, but now, well. . . ?

?You know Lisa has been talking to Wendy and I about swinging for a couple of years. She started thinking about it because of going to Europe all the time, and going to nude beaches. She felt like it would be fun for her, but she was afraid to discuss it with you.?

?Bruce, ever since seeing Lisa on the beach, so beautiful, and so very nude, I haven?t been able to get thoughts of her with other guys out of my mind. You know what she?s doing in italy right now don?t you??

?Joe, the question is do you?? Her e-mails to you are purposely a day late. She?s been mailing Wendy and me with a little more timeliness. She?s doing it to make sure she doesn?t hurt your feelings.?

?Really??

?Now that I know where you stand, I suppose I can tell you that she?s been properly porked by Giancarlo. I?ve seen the pics. She obviously enjoyed herself.?

?When do I get to see??

?We?ll log on a little later.?

?Bruce, I have to tell you, it was a bit weird holding onto your hips, with your ass against my belly as I humped Wendy.?

?Yeah, weird for me too. But not bad.?

?Am I bi-??

He chuckled, ?no, not because of that. We aren?t bi-sexual just because we touch during sex.?

?Joe, Wendy and I have a group of special friends ? a private club sort of, and we meet to enjoy this kind of sex several times a year. We guys touch frequently, but we don?t, well, we don?t do certain things.?

?You?re kidding right? You do this often with other guys wives??

?Oh yeah. Sometimes we?re all in an orgy, and sometimes we?re four-somes, and sometimes were swappers. But the guys don?t do certain things. On the other hand, we?ve agreed as a group that certain things are ok.?

?Such as??

?Sword fights are ok.?

?What?s a sword fight?

?Show him honey,? Wendy said as she stood drying at the foot of the bed.

Bruce patted the center of the bed and said, ?lay on your back right here, and I?ll show you.?

I arched my brow in doubt, but complied with his directions. I lay on my back, as Wendy came around to my side of the bed to watch.

Bruce put his knees on the foot of the bed, and knee-walked up the middle of my legs, spreading them with his own legs. His flaccid cock swung back and forth in several exaggerated wobbles.

Involuntarily, I spread my legs as wide as I could get them, and Bruce put his now semi-rigid cock on top of mine. I could feel his nut sack resting on the base of my upright cock, and could vaguely sense that it was warm and furry.

He planted his hands on the bed under my arm pits, and began to stroke his cock onto my now fully erect cock.

At first, I thought this was merely a demonstration, but could tell that Bruce was getting very aroused. He continued to roll his cock across mine from side to side, and thrust it next to my shaft on my belly, and at times shaft to shaft.

I heard Wendy say, ?you boys should go for it.?

Bruce started to moan and said, ?I really should stop, but it feels good.?

I didn?t say anything, because it really did feel good, very naughty, but also very erotic. And, I didn?t feel like it was on the scale of butt-fucking or cock-sucking, so I let him continue.

Wendy said in a somewhat breathless whisper to herself, ?Shit boys, you?re getting me worked up watching those meaty cocks work around like that.?

I knew I couldn?t last much longer, because it was a very powerful tease to feel my cock getting strange pressure along the shaft, being rolled from side to side, and upwards and downwards.?

?Joe, I-, I-, oh shit, Joe, I?m going to cum on you.?

I looked down just in time to see Joe shoot a white stream of semen onto my belly, and onto the shaft of my penis, as he continued to manage his own climax by rubbing his cock on mine.

That?s all it took for me too, and I shot a stream of cum up onto my belly, and let out a loud groan.

Wendy simply said, ?wow.?

Bruce didn?t exactly collapse on me, but he nearly did so enough to get some of my cum onto his belly. He continued to grind away on top of me for another minute or so. I could feel his strong pulsing as he slowly began to relax.

?Joe, I didn?t mean for that to get carried away. It just sort of happened. You ok with that??

?Weird, but good,? I responded.

Wendy showed up with some other hot washcloths again. Then Bruce got up and walked into the bathroom. Wendy cleaned me up, and smiled at me and said, ?that was a little unplanned. You alright??

?Who won the sword fight??

Wendy laughed and said, ?be glad he didn?t try to demonstrate tit-fucking guy-style.?

Slowly, everyone regained their composure, and I suggested that we go out back and lay in the afternoon sun for a while. We did so, and the three of us walked out there, very relaxed, and very indoctrinated into a new relationship.

We talked a little while about it, when Wendy suggested that we go take a look at her e-mail account. Lisa had sent some clubbing updates to Wendy, who was allowed to show them to me once everyone knew where I stood on fucking around.

Wendy called up her e-mail, looked over at me, and asked, ?are you ready for this??

?I can?t wait.?

?You sure??

?Hurry up Wendy. Quit teasing me.?

Wendy opened her e-mail and read it to me . . .

Dear Joe, well Giancarlo and I had a little fun together. It was very naughty. We found a spot on the beach, pretty much in the middle of a crowd, and started to make love to each other. To tell you the truth, I started it all by giving him a little bit of head to stiffen his cock. I than mounted him on top, and fucked him. A small crowd gathered, and well, some of them took some pics for me (er you). I loved being watched, but I also loved Giancarlo?s cock. It?s pretty meaty as you can see, but he knew how to use it too. Quite sexy he is. Giancarlo then wanted to do me doggie style, and well, there are about six different pics to show you how sexy, and very naughty I felt. There?s also a pic of the five of us, sort of in a group grope playing twister. Tonight, I?m supposed to pair off with Giancarlo again, and one of the bimbos. Tomorrow, I belong exclusively to Marco. We?re going on a nude cruise with another couple. Should be very exciting. This cruise is also a swap, so I will probably do a lot of fucking and sucking. Love, Lisa.?

I looked at the pictures, and indeed, my wife was doing Giancarlo. Someone was nice enough to take some very graphic photos of the penetration, but also of my wife?s facial expressions. Smiles. Lust. Kissing. It was very hot.

I found myself hard as a rock again. Bruce was too. Wendy looked at the two of us and said, ?no more today boys. Save it up for the weekend.

?The weekend?,? I asked.

?Yep. We?ve invited some friends over for a bit of a swing.?

?To your house??

?No Joe, they are coming here. You?ve got the perfect place. Especially since one of our friends is [a prominent politician?s name]. You?ve got a nice private place. Should be a great time.?

?You mean [prominent politician?s name] is coming to my house to fuck around??

?He?s a mean sword fighter too,? Bruce chuckled.

Well, that?s enough for now, but my next chapter will be all about our party. There were a total of four men, and three women. I?ll write that one up when time permits.

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