A note to my readers:

So many of you have asked me about myself and my personal story that I decided to put it in writing and post it.

Much of this story is true, so I've divided it into three chapters. Chapter one (History) is true. Chapter two (Visit One) is also true. Chapter three, (Visit Two) is my fantasy of what I wished would have happened. For those of you who have chatted with me online, much of My History and Visit One will be very familiar to you. Also, for those of you who have read my story "Golden Girls", you will recognize the setting, as it is very real, and I used that as the setting for that story.

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My History

I was a virgin when I got married at twenty-eight years old. I often hear "How is that possible in this day and age?" The answer is complicated, but it boils down to two things: First, I grew up in a very strict, very conservative, very religious home in a small town in West Texas (less than four thousand people). Secondly, for whatever reason, I was not a sexual person. Sex simply wasn't important to me.

My husband was a wonderful man who just happened to be a terrible lover. I didn't know the difference for sure, and surely not from experience, but I knew something wasn't right. Orgasms, which I'd heard a lot about from the girls in high school and college eluded me. Masturbation was another thing I'd heard about, but I'd never tried it.

And then my life was turned upside down. My husband was a roofing salesman. He made pretty good money, so we didn't struggle financially. Part of his job required him to get up on roofs and measure them so he could put together an estimate for the homeowner. A few days short of our second wedding anniversary and before having children, he fell head first off a roof onto the driveway and died almost instantly from a crushed skull and broken neck.

Naturally, things were crazy for a while after that. The owners of the company he was working for were afraid I'd sue them for something, so they bent over backward to help me. They even gave me a job doing computer work for them—which I could do from home. They did ask me to come to the office sometimes, and even go to see problem customers who wouldn't pay for one reason or another. They found that I was pretty good at collecting from those customers, and soon, I became a valued member of the company.

I used the life insurance money to buy a beautiful home in a quiet little suburb. It had two bedrooms, two baths, and a beautiful kitchen. The backyard had a pool, a hot tub, and a nice privacy fence.

* * *

A few months into my new job, the boss asked me to go see a couple who had some issues with the way we'd done their roofing job. I didn't know that much about roofing—not enough to bullshit a homeowner, and they appreciated that. My job was to insure them they'd chosen the right company to do their job, and that we'd stand by it a hundred percent.

The business part of my discussion with that couple lasted thirty minutes or so, and then they offered me a drink. Over the next hour, we became fast friends. The shocker came when they revealed to me quite boldly that they were swingers. They were going to be attending a swinger's party later that evening, and they invited me to go with them. Of course, I declined.

Later at home, and after another two drinks, I said "What the fuck! Why not?" So I called them up and accepted their invitation.

I'm not sure what I expected to see at a "swing party", perhaps people screwing all over the place, but it wasn't like that at all. It was like any other party. People were dancing and standing around talking in small groups. No one was naked. No one was making out, and no one was having sex. The couple I was there with seemed to know everyone, and fortunately they never left me alone. They stayed right by my side. She whispered to me once, "Hun, all the sex is going on in the back room. If you want to see it, I'll take you back there." I let her know I didn't care to see it.

I drank a lot that night—more than I can ever remember drinking. I woke up the next morning in their bed between them. My brain was on fire trying to remember the events of the night before. I could remember the party clearly, at least the first part of it. I remembered dancing with him. I remembered dancing with her and her slithering her body against mine during the dance. But how did I end up in bed naked between them?

I needed to pee really badly, but they were both asleep. I didn't want to wake them, so I lay there and suffered, all the while trying to figure out how I'd gotten there. What the hell had happened to wind me up naked in bed between them? Did we have sex?

People in chat always ask me, "What happened then?" and "What happened next?" All of that is not what this story is about. Suffice it to say that we did have sex. Over the next two years, we had virtually every kind of sex a threesome can have. I had one on one sex with her, and I came to love it. I had one on one sex with him, and I learned to love it. But the best was when it was all three of us.

I spent three to five days and nights a week at their home, but I didn't move in with them. In their home, I had a closet and some toiletries, but I lived in my home. We became friends. We went shopping together, bowling, dancing, lunches, dinners, horse back riding. I came to love them, individually and together.

They introduced me to new things. Not least among those things was nudism. They took me to a nudist camp two times, and I loved it. I became addicted to the freedom and liberation of being naked outdoors and in front of others.

Almost two years into our relationship, my world was turned upside down again. He was transferred to Chicago. They had to move away. I was devastated.

One of the things they did prior to moving was to tell me about a couple who were great friends of theirs. That couple had a beautiful place in the woods an hour south of where we lived near Montgomery, AL.

They were swingers, but they didn't play with singles, male or female. And they were older. At the time, she was fifty eight, and he was sixty one. "Tina, their place is exceptional and they are exceptional. You must go there and experience that place, and them."

"For sex?" I questioned them, somewhat defensive.

"No Tina. They don't play with singles. You just need to go and experience the place. You will be perfectly safe."

"Why can't you go with me?"

He grabbed my shoulders firmly, "No, my love, we will be gone soon, and you need to learn to spread your wings. You must learn to enjoy yourself without us."

I cried.

* * *

The First Visit

My heart was racing as I came to the spilt in the road. That's when I was supposed to call him. "Call me when you get to the split, and I'll head up to the gate to let you in. After three miles, slow down and watch for the white fence on the left. I'll be waiting there on the ATV."

It wasn't a fancy gate. Had he not been waiting there on the ATV, I'd have driven right by it. After turning in, he came to my window. "Pull up a little. I'll lock the gate and then you can follow me down to the house. Stay a ways behind me so the gravel doesn't fly up and break your windshield."

He was wearing a white sauna robe that he didn't bother keeping closed in the front. He was, as advertised, a very slender man, salt and pepper hair—more salt than pepper. But he seemed very pleasant, unassuming, and welcoming.

After following him down the long curvy drive that wound a quarter mile through the woods, he stopped the ATV, jumped out and showed me where to park. Then he approached my car and opened my driver's door. "Do you have a bag?"

"In the backseat."

"I'll get it. Watch your step going down to the house. It's treacherous."

It was too. The hill was steep and the soil was washed out from the recent rains. But I couldn't help but notice how beautiful the place was. The log cabin looking house was built on a steep hill, the front low to the ground, and the back many feet above the ground. It had a full wrap around porch. There was a large pond at the bottom of the hill that was surrounded with grass, and beyond the grass, tall pines with thick undergrowth. An L shaped dock on the near side of the pond looked inviting for fishing or swimming.

Inside the house was awesome too. The security device announced my entry "Front Door Open". And then I was in the great room, the living room ahead of me, the kitchen off to the right set off by a granite counter, and the dining room to the left of that. The rock fireplace to the left was impressive, with the large TV hovering over the hearth.

Becky was in the kitchen preparing lunch. She was naked—but I knew in advance they were nudists. Behind me, Steve had already doffed his robe, so he was naked too. They both seemed perfectly at ease in their nudity.

When Becky saw me, her face lit up with a wide smile, "Hi Tina. We're so glad you could make it. I hope you like chicken and veggies."

Their home was beautiful, all sculptured yet natural wood, floors, walls and ceiling. The only thing that wasn't wood was the counters which were granite.

I began removing my blue jeans, "I feel a little overdressed."

Becky laughed out loud, "Please don't feel that way. Just be comfortable. You don't have to be nude here, but you are welcome to if you want."

* * *

That evening, Becky and I walked down the hill to the dock on the pond. I'm not sure where Steve was, perhaps watching out one of the open windows, perhaps not . . . it didn't matter. We were nude and loving it—at least I was.

She threw out a handful of food and the fish began churning the water below us. She was giggling like a school girl, "The big ones eat first, so now we have to throw some over here on the other side so the little ones can get some."

As I watched her, I had to wonder what it would be like to live like this every day. What would it be like to be nude all the time, inside and out, free to get up in the morning, walk outside totally naked and scream at the world "Here I am, take it or leave it."

Becky was, after all, not Barbie. She was a bit chunky. She had beautiful breasts, but her body was what you might imagine one to be at her age. She didn't seem to notice or care. God, I was jealous of her. She was totally comfortable in her skin and her age, just as most of the women I’d met at the nudist camp.

Contrary to her, I was very critical of myself. I was much taller at 5'10", and I had wide shoulders and hips. My redeeming factor was my long slender legs . . . I am almost all legs. I do have nice boobs, but they don't look big on my long wide body. Becky, on the other hand, was shorter, more compact, chunky, heavy thighs, but the cutest face and boobs you can imagine. It took all of my restraint to keep from reaching out and feeling them.

I'm not gay. Hell, I'm not sure I'm even bi. After all, I'd only been with one woman, but Becky was appealing to me. It wasn't so much her body, but her attitude. I envied her.

* * *

That night in my bedroom, which was right over the master bedroom, I couldn't sleep. There was sex happening right below me . . . loud, obvious sex. Finally, I got up and went down to the great room. I sat in the stuffed recliner and turned on the TV above the fireplace.

I'd only been there a few minutes when the door to the master bedroom opened and Steve walked out. He was still totally naked, an empty glass in each hand, and his hard cock waving proudly in front of him. He looked mortified, "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I thought you were upstairs."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep."

He held up the two empty glasses, "Just need to refill these, sorry." And then he continued his journey to the kitchen, his angry cock leading the way.

A minute or two later, the door to the master bedroom closed again, and I was alone in the great room.

* * *

The next morning, Becky and I were having our coffee on the swing on the back porch. Steve was already down on the dock fishing. He had an obvious boner. Becky apologized, "Sorry about that. It's just residual from the Viagra he took last night."

"It's okay. I understand. It sounded like you two had a lot of fun last night."

"Yes we did. I'm sorry if we kept you up."

"You didn't." I lied.

* * *

Later that evening, the three of us were in the hot tub. It was awesome, but after several minutes, Becky turned off the jets. When the water settled, we were just sitting there talking, but the water was crystal clear, and it was obvious that her husband had another hard on.

"Tina, will you go mix us another round of drinks?" But as I was taking up the empty glasses, she half whispered "Don't hurry. I need to take care of him."

After I'd dried myself and went inside to make the drinks, I peeked outside. Steve was sitting on the side of the hot tub, and Becky was giving him a blowjob. I turned on the TV and busied myself searching through the channels, peaking outside every few minutes to see if they were finished.

Finally, they were sitting side by side again, so I gathered up the fresh drinks and went back outside to the hot tub. After I handed them their drinks, I climbed in. I wasn't going to mention anything about what had happened, but Becky spoke right up, "Thanks, Tina."

"Wh . .. . what?"

She laughed out loud, "He hasn't been so hard so much in years. So thank you."

I tried to recover, "It's just the Viagra."

It was his turn to laugh, "Yeah, that's it . . . combined with the wonderful company."

Becky chimed in, "Company hell, he just likes gawking at your tits."

There was no response I could think of to that, so I just sunk a little further in the water.

* * *

The next morning after breakfast, Steve donned his robe, fired up the ATV and escorted me to the gate.

After such a wonderful time of being free to be nude—even more wonderful than at the nudist camp, save for the absence of a pool, my clothes now seemed to be burning my flesh. I backed up my car, stepped out and stripped right there on the drive. I would make the hour drive home naked.

Steve was laughing. "I have the same thought every time I have to drive through this gate."

His last words to me before locking gate behind me were, "You are welcome back anytime."

* * *

Visit Two (my fantasy)

"Hey Becky, this is Tina. I was thinking about taking a few days off of work, and I was hoping you might let me come back out there for a day or two."

"Hun, you are welcome out here anytime. We told you that. When would you like to come?"

"I was thinking about tomorrow. I know it's short notice, but is that okay?"

"Of course, Hun. We'd love to have you, and you can stay as long as you want."

* * *

This time, when Steve met me at the gate, he laughed again. I had my window down and the sun roof open. I was already naked, except for my shoes. "Go on ahead. I'll lock the gate and be right there."

After parking, I could have gone down the hill and into the house, but I didn't. I waited for Steve to show up on the ATV. He didn't have to walk down the steep rugged hill. I remembered last time he'd driven the ATV down the hill and parked right in front of the house. When he arrived, I had my thumb up, pretending to be a hitchhiker. He grinned and pulled to a stop. I threw my bag in the bed of the ATV and spread my towel on the seat beside him.

"Tina!" Becky screeched, almost running toward me for a tight hug.

Steve laughed out loud, "Damn, a full titty hug. I'm jealous."

"Awwww, I'm sorry." I giggled, "You should give him one." I said to Becky.

She grinned, "I don't think that's what he had in mind." And then she added, "Go on, Hun. I don't mind."

So I did. I walked right over to Steve. He'd already tossed his robe onto the sofa, and I just did it. I gave him a full body hug, but only for a few seconds. I didn't want to give Becky any reason to get upset and spoil my second visit before it even got started.

* * *

"I was going to start something for lunch soon. Do you have any requests?" Becky asked me.

"Honestly, I can't even think about food right now. All I can think about is getting out there in the sun. I know it's early, but I wouldn't mind a light drink to take with me."

"Screwdriver?"

"That would be perfect."

When she handed me the drink in a large plastic cup, she asked me, "Do you want some company, or would you prefer some alone time?"

I put a hand on her arm and looked her in the eyes, "I don't want to throw off your routine. You don't have to entertain me. I just really appreciate you letting me come out here to enjoy your beautiful place again."

"Hun, you should know by now we don't have a routine out here. We just do what we want to do, when we want to do it. Time is relative out here. So, feel free to go enjoy yourself in the sun. If you want company, just say so. One of us will be happy to go with you to help you watch for rattlesnakes. Either way, don't forget to smile and wave at the helicopters."

The helicopters, yes, how could I forget the helicopters? Becky and Steve's place was right in the middle of the training flight path of the nearby army base. They flew over the place all day and all night. "Do you think they even notice?"

My question sent both Becky and Steve into a wild fit of laughter. Finally, Steve was able to speak, "Tina, we know they notice. We are good friends with the head flight instructor. We go to parties at their house. Last time we were there, he told us all of his students mentioned seeing you."

"Really? They can see that well from up there?"

"Oh yeah!" Becky chimed in, "Trust me, they pay attention. They all know our place very well."

"Then I'll make sure to give them a good show." I said with a chuckle.

* * *

It was hot. It must have been close to a hundred degrees with a harsh sun. Still, sweating as I was, I was in heaven. I was on the dock, throwing small handfuls of fish food into the water and giggling as the fish churned up the water. When a helicopter came over, flying just above the trees, I made sure to turn toward them and wave. I had to wonder if Steve and Becky's friend was on board. That thought was exciting to me, and my body tingled.

I'd just made the long walk around the pond and started back when I heard the ATV. Steve pulled up beside me and said, "Lunch is almost ready. You just have time for a shower."

He already had a towel spread out on the passenger seat for me. The instant I was seated, he kicked the ATV into high gear. The dam was flat, so he was reaching speeds I didn't think was possible. My right hand was gripping the chicken loop, but when he hit a bump, my left hand flew to the nearest thing it could find, which happened to be his nearest thigh. "Sorry." I said, releasing it quickly.

He laughed out loud, "No problem. You can hang on to me anytime you feel the need."

Inside the house, Steve ushered me through the master bedroom and into the bath. "You can use ours. It's a lot better than the one upstairs."

He was right. The walk-in shower in their bathroom was amazing.

* * *

Becky and I were sitting on the back porch swing enjoying a wonderful chicken salad sandwich with chips. Steve took his sandwich down the hill to the pond, telling us "I'll leave the two of you alone for a little girl time."

When he reached the dock and threw out his lure, I had to giggle, which made Becky ask "What?"

"He's only fishing with one pole this time."

She picked up on my reference to the last time I was there when he had an obvious boner while fishing. She laughed out loud and patted my leg, "Just wait, Hun. A little Viagra tonight, and he'll probably be hard all day tomorrow. After all, with your awesome boobs to look at, what man wouldn't?"

I felt my face blush, "You're nudists. I'm sure he gets to see a lot of boobs."

"Yes he does, but most of them are my age, and we don't get very many like you out here. You turn him on more than you know, and to be completely honest . . . he's not alone."

I was taken aback. She just told me that my being there turned her on. I let her words soak in for several seconds before deciding to face it head on. I turned to look straight at her, "Really?"

Her blush matched mine, "I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, Hun. I'm just being honest."

"Uncomfortable . . . no, no, it's not that. I just thought . . . I don't know what I thought."

Again, she placed her hand on my thigh, "Hun, he's a man. No man his age can be in the company of a young, sexy woman with such a delicious body and not get turned on. He tries to hide it, but it's there. And as for me, well . . . you know I'm bi, so I'm no better than him. I hope you don't think less of us for it."

My brain was whirling. Still, I felt the need to hide my true feelings and desires, "Less? How could I possibly think less of you for paying me such a wonderful compliment, but still . . . I'm not all that."

She locked on my eyes with hers, "Yes, Hun, you are."

I placed my hand on top of hers to hold it where it was, "So . . ."

She showed me a wink, "So, are you going to run away now? If you are, I'll go up and lock the gate behind you, no questions asked."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Our eyes were still locked on each others, "No"

* * *

Becky telegraphed the kiss coming my way. She was giving me every opportunity to back out. I didn't take it. I held my ground and accepted the soft kiss she planted on my lips. It lasted only a second or two, but that was long enough to send chills running through my body.

I could barely get the words out, "I . . . I have a confession. There is something you should . . ."

She cut me off, taking my hand in hers, "I know, Hun. You're not sure about yourself—about your sexuality. You don't know if you're really bi. That's it, isn't it? That's what you were about to say, right?"

My face was burning, "Yes, I . . ."

"I won't put any pressure on you, Hun, but according to Julie . . . well, there is nothing to worry about when it comes to that."

Again, I was stunned, "You . . . the two of you . . . you've talked about that—about me?"

Her expression turned very motherly, "Yes, Tina. We've been talking about you since they first met you. Does that upset you?"

I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but a question came to mind, "So, my first visit here . . ."

She showed me a smile. "Your visit here was just what you thought it was, a time for you to come out here and get naked and enjoy yourself. There was no hidden agenda."

"And this time?"

She glanced down the hill toward her husband and then back to me. I saw her take a deep breath, "It was supposed to be just like last time, but we both sensed something different about you now that Tom and Julie are gone. You seemed to be putting off different vibes. Steve and I both felt it."

It was half a minute before my brain got past her words enough to respond, "Was it that obvious?"

She smiled even wider, "Not that obvious, but we both suspected things had changed with you. And as it turns out, we weren't wrong . . . or?

I had to pull my eyes away from hers. I stared at the stained boards of the porch. In a low voice, I half mumbled, "No, you weren't wrong."

Becky immediately got up and scooped up our plates. "Good, now that we have that settled, I have some things to do inside. If you feel like it, why don't you go down to the pond and keep Steve company for awhile. A little flirting will serve you and I both nicely later."

"Flirting?"

She laughed out loud, "Just you being there will be enough, but I won't mind if you go out of your way to get his attention."

"I . . . okay, but I'm going to need another drink."

* * *

On the near end of the dock was a small fish cleaning station. It had a roof, a wooden cleaning table, a water hose, and a large multi-drawer plastic tool box. I pulled open the top drawer and took out the tube of sunscreen.

Female nudists know they have to be careful not to burn the top of their breasts. Those are the fist to show the affects of a harsh sun and the easiest parts of the body to burn. As I was applying the lotion, Steve called out, "If you need any help with that, just let me know."

I giggled, "Awwww, that's really sweet of you, but I think I've got it—them covered." After putting the sunscreen away, I walked past him, "Catching anything?"

He held out his arms and tilted his head back, "Yep, some awesome rays."

I decided the direct approach would be the best. "Your wife just kissed me and told me my being here makes you both horny."

He chuckled as he cast his line out again, "She knows me better than anyone . . . wait, what? She kissed you?"

It was my turn to laugh, "Yes. Does that bother you?"

He pretended to pay attention to his fishing. He didn't look my way. "Not unless you slapped her and told her to back off."

"I didn't. And then she suggested I come down here and flirt with you."

"Oh, and do you have a plan for doing that?" He asked, deadpanning the conversation.

"No, she said just me being naked down here with you would be enough."

"She thinks I'm that easy, huh?"

"I guess so."

"She's probably right. She usually is."

"She may have hinted that you like my tits a little." I normally wouldn't use the word "tits" but I know men love it when women do, and I was in full flirt mode.

He laughed again, "She knows me pretty well."

It may have been my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw his modest cock begin to swell.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, Steve and I were locked arm in arm, him helping me up the treacherous hill back to the house. I was busy laughing about something he'd just said when he pulled me to an abrupt stop. His voice was stern, "Tina, go way around there and make your way to the ATV. Bring me my shotgun."

It took me a couple of seconds to see what he already had. A huge snake was coiled near the base of the pine tree we were about to walk past. It was a tough trek, but I managed to make it to the front of the house. I unzipped the end of the gun case and pulled out the shotgun. Going back down the hill was much easier.

The snake was still coiled when I got back to Steve, with him keeping close vigil. When I handed him the shotgun, he chambered a shell and then used the end of the weapon to prod the snake to uncoil. When it did, he blew the rattlesnake's head clean off. And then he picked it up by the tail, and held it up to show me, "This will make a great snack for tomorrow."

Becky must have heard the shotgun. By the time we got to the house and up the back steps, she was there with a filet knife, a cutting board, and a large stainless steel bowl. After handing it to him, she took my arm, "C'mon Hun, you don't want to watch what he's going to do."

* * *

She had three delicious looking filets laid out on the counter and immediately began stabbing one of them with a multi-prong tenderizer. She was on the third one when Steve came in through the back door. "Beating your meat?"

Becky chuckled, "Yep, and if you put yours up here, I'll tenderize it too."

Her husband winced and crossed his hands in front of his crotch, "Ouch. No thanks."

Becky said, "You two need a shower. I'll put the snake in salt water, put it in the fridge, and then fire up the grill. You two go on and get cleaned up."

Steve took my hand, "C'mon, Tina. I think she's hinting that we stink."

The walk-in shower was small, so there was a lot of brushing up against each other. I was fully prepared for it to go beyond that, but it didn't. We simply shared a shower. I must admit to being a little disappointed, but I knew there would be plenty of time for other things.

* * *

Becky was at the grill, which was on the opposite end of the back porch from the hot tub. "Did you have a nice shower?"

"Yes, your shower is incredible. I love it."

"I hope Steve didn't pester you too much."

"No, not at all. He was a perfect gentleman, even in those tight quarters."

"Steve—my Steve?"

I laughed and bumped hips with her. "Yes, your Steve."

She giggled, "Wow, he's slipping. If I'd been in there with you . . ."

"Medium for me, please."

"That's something else we all have in common."

* * *

It was dark by the time we finished supper. Steve went out to uncover the hot tub while Becky and I cleared the table and began cleaning the kitchen. Without looking my way, she said, "I'll take care of this if you want to go on out and join Steve in the hot tub."

"I don't mind helping out in here. You can't keep waiting on me hand and foot."

After a couple minutes of silence, she said, "Tina?"

Her voice sounded strained so I asked her, "Yes, what is it? What's wrong?"

"I . . . I know you're not sure about . . . everything—sexually. I've already let Steve know it's okay if you two have some fun . . . without me."

I was blown away. I couldn't imagine what had caused her to think I would do that—that I wouldn't want to be with her. I didn't know what to say, so I took her hand and turned her to face me. When my lips first touched hers, she moaned and hugged me tightly. Within seconds, our tongues came together in a sensual dance.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked her when we broke our kiss.

She bit her lip and nodded. "I . . . wasn't sure."

When all of the dishes were in the dishwasher, Becky had me follow her into the master bathroom. When we got there, she pulled a blue pill from a packet and handed it to me. "I need to potty. You should go on out and give this to Steve. I'll bring us drinks."

I chuckled and then told her, "When you come out, a little encore of what we did in the kitchen should remove any doubt in his mind about you and me."

She laughed, "He'll love that."

* * *

Steve's eyes got wide when I handed him the pill. "Where's Becky?"

"She's in the bathroom, and then she's going to fix us some drinks."

He seemed relieved. I think he took that to mean she and I had talked, and my giving him the Viagra should have removed any doubt about what lay ahead.

As planned, when Becky stepped into the hot tub, I stood up and met her in the middle. This time, prior to engaging in a passionate kiss, we spent several seconds running our hands over each others body. She cupped my breasts and turned to look at her husband. "They feel even better than they look. You're going to love them."

I was feeling naughty, so I acted shocked, "What? You mean you expect me to let him touch my tits?"

We all three laughed, and then Becky and I turned our attention back to each other. We closed the distance between us and began kissing in earnest. I loved the feel of her breasts against mine, even though mine were almost resting on the tops of hers. And it didn't hurt that she was a great kisser.

The jets of the hot tub were loud, so it was difficult to whisper, but Becky managed to ask me without her husband hearing, "Should we give him a turn?"

Still feeling naughty, I answered, "Let's make him wait."

She half squealed out a giggle. "Oooo a little torture. I love it!" We sat on opposite sides of the hot tub and took up our drinks.

* * *

It was a gorgeous night. The sky was clear and full of stars. When Becky went inside to make us another round of drinks, she turned off all the lights so we could see the stars better. We did leave the light on under the water, but we turned it to dim. I was glad, as I was really enjoying the way Steve kept looking at my breasts, and I'm sure wondering when he'd get a chance to touch them . . . and more.

When Becky got back into the water, she sat beside me and almost immediately began touching and cupping my near breast. I had to force myself not to laugh as she teased her husband, "Oh my god, Steve. You can't believe how wonderful her tit feels. And look at her nipple. Can you see how hard it is, and how long. It's going to be fun sucking on it. If you're a good boy, we may even let you have a turn."

Steve knew exactly what was going on, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You two keep it up and you'll end up both getting raped."

His wife laughed, "Promises, promises."

If there's one thing I've learned about nudists, especially the men, they aren't shy about peeing, or picky about where. Steve crawled out of the hot tub and began peeing off the side of the deck, which was twelve feet off the ground.

His wife put her hand on my arm, "Don't mind him. He's just showing off. This is the only place he can pee that far."

I just giggled and said, "He's not hard yet. How long does it take that pill to work?"

"He just ate, so it will take a little longer. Listen to his voice. When it gets deeper, you'll know. When that happens, I usually start off by giving him a blowjob. He can last forever on round two."

"Yeah, Tom was the same way."

"She laughed, "Yes, I know, Hun."

I'd forgotten that she and Steve had been with Tom and Julie many times. "Oh, I forgot. Of course you'd know that. Do you want to do it, or I can, or we both can do it."

"His favorite thing in the world is a double header blowjob, especially when the two women are . . . friendly." She said, flicking my nipple with her finger.

I showed her a grin, "I think we can handle 'friendly'", and I put my hand behind her head and drew her in for a passionate kiss.

"Hey, are you two starting without me?" Steve asked with a chuckle as he was climbing back into the hot tub.

I cupped his wife's near breast and showed him a naughty grin, "Is that a problem?"

"No, no, by all means, carry on. Don't let me interrupt."

* * *

We'd been in the hot tub far too long. I didn't really notice the difference in Steve's voice, but Becky did. She let me know it was time to get out.

When we got inside, Steve's eyes got very wide when he saw his wife pull two cushions from the sofa and toss them on the floor. She and I knelt down on the cushions and began kissing and fondling each other. Between kisses, she said to him, "What we really need is a cock between our lips."

Seconds later, her husband stepped up and offered us his semi erect cock. Becky and I alternated between licking both sides of his slender cock, which I put at just over six inches, and kissing each other. Soon though, we began taking turns taking him into our mouths.

It only took about five minutes before Steve warned us of his impending ejaculation. I wasn't sure what Becky wanted to do, so I took control. I griped his cock began stroking it, her mouth on one side of the head and mine on the other.

Between us, we managed to catch most of his cum on our tongues. The little that dribbled out was soon scooped up by one or the other of us. "Nice", he said when we turned our attention back to kissing each other.

Becky giggled when I finally stood up and ordered her husband to put his hands behind his back. Once he had, I put my hand behind his head and kissed him passionately, making sure to lean in enough to kiss him without my breasts touching his chest. He didn't protest.

* * *

Becky and I finally took our drinks and retired to the bedroom. We left the door open, and she told her husband, "You can watch if you want, just don't interrupt us."

Seconds after stretching out on their king size bed, Becky and I were kissing and running our hands over each other. I was already so horny, I didn't really need foreplay. When she began kissing and sucking my breasts, I moved her hand between my legs, "I need to cum now."

It only took a minute of her fingers on my swollen clit to have my hips bucking off the bed. When she inserted two fingers into my soaked pussy, I exploded, cumming all over them. As she was allowing me to calm down, she began licking my cum from her fingers. I love the taste of my cum, so when she gathered up another batch of it, I put my hand on hers and pulled it to my mouth.

"It's your turn." I told her in a still raspy voice.

"You don't have to."

"I want to. Please let me." I practically begged her.

I felt her body relax immediately. After kissing her for a long while, I moved lower. I didn't linger long on her breasts. I was anxious to taste her. I immediately slid my hands under her thighs and pulled them apart.

She let out a loud appreciative moan when my tongue first touched her large clit, which was already peeking out from under its hood. She was very wet, and like my own, her juice had a very mild tart taste.

It took me five or six minutes, my tongue on her clit and my fingers inside her, to have her on the edge of orgasm. It was all I could do to hold myself in place when her body began bucking and squirming. She had been mostly silent, but she became very vocal, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh Fuck! Oh God! Oh Fuck!"

I finally got my reward. Her cum was very slick and sweet . . . and there was a lot of it. I lapped it up, gathered it with my fingers and fed it to myself.

When she could, she gasped, "Drink! I need a drink."

Steve must have been watching from behind me. He was there in a flash, gathering our glasses, and his cock waving proudly in front of him.

"I've only seen that once before." He told me when he returned with fresh drinks.

She was hugging me tightly, her breathing just starting to calm. "Seen what?" I asked, sure he couldn't have meant seeing her cum.

"She usually can't come from just oral. Julie made her cum once like that, but only once. I've been trying for years, and many others have as well."

"My Julie?"

"Yes."

"Hum, I guess I had a good teacher."

* * *

After a few minutes, with Becky fully recovered from what she told me was a top ten orgasm of her life, she said, "It's time to let him off the hook."

Steve had left the room to give us some privacy. I gave her a tender kiss. "How do you want to do it?"

"That depends on you. Are you in a hurry to cum again?"

I shook my head, "No, honestly, it's usually difficult for me the first time, but after that, I can get off pretty easy. I'm not in a hurry. Why?"

"Ahhh to be young again." She said with a chuckle. "Anyway, there's something you need to know, Tina. It's an age thing. We're old, and neither of us have been with someone your age since we were your age. The couples we play with are closer to our age. Tom and Julie are probably the youngest couple we've played with."

I didn't understand, "Okay, so?"

"Young women feel different. Your skin is tighter. Your boobs are firmer, and your legs are amazing."

I hadn't really thought about that. Tom and Julie were ten years older than me, but they never mentioned anything about that. "Okay, and?"

"At Steve's age, and especially after taking Viagra and having already cum once, he won't need to hurry. Let him enjoy your young tight body. Everything else will happen in due time. You'll have to let him know though. He'll have to know he can take his time and enjoy himself?"

I let her words soak in for a few seconds. I just assumed he'd want to fuck me straight away. "Here or out there?"

"You'll be more comfortable in here. I'll leave the two of you alone so he doesn't feel bad about ignoring me."

"Okay, but will you do me a favor?"

"Of course, Hun, just name it."

"I can't just tell him he can play with me all he wants. That just sounds so . . . I don't know, like 'it's okay, you can take your time worshiping my young body' or something. It's just not how I feel—I mean, I'm flattered, of course, and I don't mind him taking all the time he wants, but I just can't come right out and tell him something like that."

"So you want me to talk to him?"

"Would you?"

"Of course, Hun, and he'll be delighted, but there is one other thing you need to know."

"What?"

"I love the feel of your young body too. Sometime, when we're not so needy, I would love some time with you . . . just for me."

Wow! I was blown away. I had to fight back tears, "Becky, you never, ever, ever have to ask permission. Oh, and when he's finished playing and wants to get more serious, you have to join us, period. That's not negotiable."

She gave me a tender kiss, and then got up to go talk to her husband. Just before going through the door, she turned back and said, "Don't worry, Hun, if it's too long, I'll bring you a fresh drink." And then she turned back and laughed on her way out.

* * *

"I understand that I'm actually allowed to touch you now." Steve said with a chuckle when he was standing beside the bed.

"Yes, for as long as you want."

He chuckled again, "That may be a long time."

"Then it will be a long time. We have all night, don't we?"

Steve held out his hand to me, "Do you mind?"

I took his hand and let him help me off the bed. Once I was standing, he put a hand on each of my shoulders, leaned in, and began very gently kissing my neck. His hands began sliding like feathers over my shoulders, down my arms and then back.

"You smell of the sweet aroma of sex."

"Oh, do you want me to shower?"

"Not on your life. I love it. I can smell you, and I can smell Becky on you. It's very erotic."

He moved closer. My breasts were touching his almost hairless chest. He began moving his hands over my back and lower until he was gently kneading my wide butt. He never once stopped tenderly kissing my neck, switching from side to side. I could feel my body coming alive under his touch.

After several minutes, he backed up and sat on the bed. He pulled me closer and began running his hands lightly over my front. He spent a long time just skirting my breasts until they were begging to be touched.

Finally, it was his lips, not his hands that took in my nipple and gently sucked it. I could feel his tongue, and finally his hands, cupping my breasts and making them more available to his mouth.

I couldn't help myself. I put both hands on his head and pulled his mouth more firmly to my breast. "Yes, baby, that feels really nice."

His hands were floating over the outside of my thighs, up and down my legs and then up my sides and back to my breasts.

I had lost all track of time. My thighs were quivering, my legs were threatening to abandon me, and my pussy was screaming for attention. Finally, Becky appeared with a fresh drink. She handed it to me with a chuckle, "It will take your boobs days to recover."

After taking a sip, I reached out and grabbed a handful of her long hair, pulling her to me. After kissing her passionately, I said to her in a raspy voice, "I need him inside me now."

Becky immediately took a handful of her husband's hair, forcibly pulling his mouth from my breast. "Baby, she needs you to fuck her now."

They lay me down on the bed. She began kissing me and kneading my breasts while he positioned himself between my legs. Seconds later, he was inside me, and I came almost immediately.

"Do you need some time, Hun?" Becky asked me.

"No, no." I almost shouted, "Fuck me. Fuck me now."

No more than two minutes later, I came again. This time, I noticed Steve was suffering. "What's wrong?"

"It's his back, Hun." She said, placing her hand on my cheek. "He needs to stand up."

Steve got off the bed and Becky helped me turn. And then he grabbed my legs and pulled until my ass was totally off the bed. He was the only thing keeping me from falling. Both of his hands were holding me up, so his wife guided his cock back into my waiting pussy."

That proved to be a great position for him, and for me. While standing up, he could pound into me without straining his back. Over the next several minutes, I had several less intense orgasms, which was typical for me. I could feel my cum running down my ass.

I knew in advance when the big one was coming. It grew slowly and built to a crescendo. I heard myself groan, "Argggg...fuck. I'm . . . almost."

When my world came back into focus, I was curled up on the bed in a fetal position. Becky was there stroking my cheek. Her husband was standing beside the bed sipping his drink, his angry cock still twitching in front of him. I finally managed through my panting, "He . . . he didn't . . . finish?"

Becky chuckled, "Don't worry about him, Hun. He'll be fine. It's just the Viagra."

* * *

Something woke me the next morning. I stretched mightily even before opening my eyes. There were lips on my nipple. They belonged to Becky.

She looked up at me, "You said I didn't have to ask permission."

I glanced over and saw Steve still sleeping. "You don't." I said in a low voice, "But I really need to pee."

"I'll be waiting in the other room."

When I finished in the bathroom, Becky was standing beside the sofa. She'd spread out a very soft throw on it. It wasn't a particularly cool morning, but there was a fire burning in the fireplace, so the room was cozy. She beckoned me to lie down, so I did.

"May I?"

"There you go asking permission again."

She showed me a grin and immediately began running her hands gently over my body. "You feel really nice."

I'm not sure what I sensed in her, but there was something lurking right below the surface of her words, of her expression, and of her touch. On a hunch, I asked her, "Which part feels the best?"

She smiled, "I love your long legs. They're so smooth."

I raised a knee and she began lightly touching the inside of my calf and thigh. I was pretty sure I'd guessed right. She wanted more than to touch. She wanted to talk about what she was touching. I didn't know if she wanted our talk to go dirty, so I treaded lightly, "You like the inside of my thigh, don't you?"

"Yes, very much." She said, leaning over and gently kissing it. "It's so soft and smooth and young."

After giving her some time, I asked, "Is there anything else you like?"

"I tasted you on my fingers last night. It was wonderful."

"You can taste me anytime."

She looked up at me with lust in her eyes, "Oh, we can be outside, down at the pond perhaps, and I can just say 'I want to taste you?'. Is that what you are offering?"

"Yes, anytime, anywhere."

She moved a hand up and rested it on my breast. "And if I want to kiss your beautiful young breasts and suck your long nipples between my lips?"

"Yes, anytime, anywhere."

She moved up and stared me hard in the eyes, her eyebrow raised, questioning me, "Anytime, anywhere?"

"Yes." I said without blinking.

"Careful, Hun . . . in the WalMart parking lot with the security cameras on us?"

"Anytime, anywhere. That is up to you."

She closed her lips around my near nipple and gently flicked it with her tongue, "Mmmm". And then she began gently kneading my other breast with her hand. "I love your boobs."

It was only then I realized she had one hand between her legs. I couldn't really see, but I was certain she was rubbing her pussy. "They are yours to enjoy anytime you want."

"That's easy to say." She said in a raspy whisper.

"Try me." I answered, trying to match her serious tone.

Before I knew what she was doing, her fingers were in my mouth. I could taste her sex. "Can I do that anytime I want?"

"Yes, of course. I love the way you taste."

Her eyes were practically rolling back in her head, "You are mine, aren't you . . . totally mine."

"Yes, I'm totally yours, to do with as you please, anything you want, anytime, anywhere."

That put her over the edge. "Oh fuck! I'm . . . oh fuck!"

I reached over and put my hand on her cheek, "There it is. Ride the wave. Enjoy it."

* * *

A few minutes later, we were both in the kitchen fixing a pot of coffee when she asked me, "You were just helping me get there, right?"

"No, Becky. I meant every word of it."

She stopped what she was doing and turned to me, her expression questioning.

"Coffee!" I said sternly.

* * *

I'm sure a lot of people would like to know what went on over the course of the next few days. So would I. After all, this is my fantasy, and that's as far as it goes. However, I can tell you this: last night, I called Becky on the phone, and told her I’d like to fly out to see them. If all goes well, I may be able to write a part two to this story.

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