This story is a work of fiction. Some real places and institutions are mentioned or implied, but they are used fictitiously here. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those places or institutions has done anything akin to what is described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.
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I met Melina Doukas in an econ class fall semester of my sophomore year of college. Melina was very noticeable with her straight black hair, Mediterranean complexion, and tight, athletic figure. My first conversation with her started when she asked me after a class if I had understood something the professor had said. I tried to explain what I thought she had said and got myself so tied in knots that Melina laughed. Her smile and her laugh were captivating. Looking back, I think I fell for Melina at that moment.
Melina and I started dating around the start of second semester. Melina was on the school’s swim team, and I was a football player. We stayed together throughout undergrad. Both of us did well academically. Melina got into the MBA program at a prestigious business school in Chicago. Surprisingly, at least to me, I got into a law school in Chicago. We lived together in a North Side apartment. We married the summer after Melina got her MBA.
Melina’s MBA was a two-year program. After graduation, she got a job in the finance and accounting department of a large hospital group in Tampa, Florida. My third year of law school was the first time Melina and I had been apart in over four years. I had a cold and lonely year finishing my J.D. and finding a job in Tampa. Eventually, I landed an in-house position with a company there.
The only person I knew when I got to Tampa was Melina. She had been there almost a year already and had developed some friendships. Melina was particularly good friends with another woman who worked in the hospital’s administration. Carol Shuster was about six years older than us and was senior to Melina in the company. Melina didn’t report to Carol, but the two women had offices close to each other and frequently lunched together. Shortly after I arrived in Tampa, Melina and I went out to dinner with Carol and her husband David.
Carol was an attractive woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, a rather large chest and long, nicely-shaped legs. David was tall with broad shoulders. Carol and David both appeared to be very fit. I learned that David was Dr. Shuster, a vascular surgeon. Despite being a few years older than us and in higher status positions, Carol and David were unpretentious and genuinely enjoyable people to be around. Melina and I socialized with the Shusters frequently.
I moved to Tampa in June. One Monday evening the following May, Melina said over dinner, “I had lunch with Carol today.” That was hardly news. “Carol had never mentioned it to me before,” Melina continued, “but today she told me about a place she and David go to often on weekends north of town. They’re going next weekend and invited us to go with them.”
“What kind of place is it?” I asked.
“It’s a resort,” Melina said, “called Caliente.”
I had never heard of it. “Do you want to go?” I asked. Carol and David were pleasant people. I could manage a weekend with them.
“I’m not sure,” Melina replied.
“Why aren’t you sure?” I asked.
“Well,” Melina said, “Caliente is a nudist resort. Clothing optional they call it but Carol said everyone there goes nude.”
I hadn’t remotely expected that. I’d heard there were nudist resorts in Florida but Carol and David seemed too establishment to be the kind of people I thought went to such places. “I understand the dilemma,” I said.
Melina reached into her purse and pulled out a folded color brochure. “Carol gave me something about the place,” Melina said. We unfolded it on our small dinner table. There were several pictures showing tennis courts, an elaborate pool, and an pleasant bar. There were people in the pictures. The people weren’t showing anything, but you could tell they were naked.
We both looked at the brochure silently for a couple of minutes. “It looks like a nice place,” Melina said hesitantly. “I checked,” she added, “the weather’s supposed to be nice this weekend.”
“Do you want to go?” I asked with some surprise.
“I don’t know,” Melina said again. “Carol said she and David love the place and she thinks we would too. She said that going there and taking off your clothes is like entering another world. All the stress about work, money, and everything else just vanishes while you’re there. That’s what she said.”
Melina sounded more interested in going to a nudist resort than I would have expected. I asked again, “do you want to go?”
“I don’t know,” Melina said a third time. “Being in a place with people, including two people we know pretty well, and being naked is scary, but it’s also exciting.” Melina paused. She looked at me with her gorgeous face and brown eyes. “If I said I want to go,” she asked, “would you go?”
I sensed this was a big moment in our relationship. Neither of us had ever said a flat “no” to something the other wanted to do. In part, that was because we had a lot of common interests. However, it was a basic premise of our relationship that we each trusted the other’s judgment. If I really wanted to do something, Melina trusted that I had a good idea and a good reason; and I trusted Melina’s judgment the same way. Telling Melina “no” if she decided we should go to the nudist resort with Carol and David would be rejecting that premise. “Of course,” I said, “if this is something you want to do, I’ll do it with you.”
Melina broke out her 100,000-kilowatt smile. “So,” she said, “if I decide I want to run around naked, you’ll get naked too and let Carol and a bunch of strange women see your dick and balls?”
“Well,” I replied, “David and the other guys will be seeing your bare tits, ass, and cunt.”
“Yeah,” Melina said, “Carol and David and everyone else there would see every bit of both of us.” The way she said it made it sound like a good thing.
Melina and I both left work early that Friday. Packing for the weekend was a challenge. If we would be naked most of the weekend, what clothes should we bring? We settled on one outfit each in addition to what we were wearing. Our rationale was to have something clean to wear for dinner. I also stuck a pair of shorts, swim trunks, and an old law school tee shirt in my duffel bag.
We were going to ride to the resort with Carol and David. We met them at their home in one of the nicer parts of Tampa. They were dressed normally for a Friday afternoon in Florida in May. I don’t know what I had expected. During the drive, Carol and David went over some basic rules of etiquette, like always sitting on towel. “Some nudists will tell you it’s impolite to look at other people,” David said.
“Which we think is crap,” Carol added. “If you don’t want people to see you nude, don’t go nude around other people. I’m not ashamed of my body. I like my body and want other people to see it. Being seen is part of the fun.”
“Seeing other nude people is fun too,” David said. “People who go nude take better care of themselves so they will look good with nothing on. You will see many attractive nude women this weekend.”
“And attractive nude men,” Carol added. There was a moment’s silence. From the back seat, I saw Carol look at David. He nodded his head quickly. “I’ve known Melina for about two years now and the four of us have been together a lot since Peter moved down last year,” Carol said. “David and I like the two of you very much. We’re looking forward to seeing you naked and you seeing us naked.”
What Carol said brought home the reality that, in not too many minutes, the four of us would be together completely nude. Carol and David would be looking at Melina’s and my nude bodies. Oddly, that sounded exciting. As if reading my mind, Melina reached out, took my left hand in hers, and smiled. Melina was telling me she was nervous but excited.
Walking to our rooms after check in took us past part of the pool. It was a warm Friday afternoon and there were a lot of people around the pool. Everyone I could see was, indeed, naked. “We’ll go up to the rooms and strip off then come back and have drinks by the pool,” David said. I watched as Melina swept her eyes over the pool and then looked at me. I knew she was thinking, as was I, that we’d soon be two of the naked people by the pool. I wasn’t sure how Melina felt about that now that the reality was confronting her.
Our room was nice with a balcony that overlooked the pool. We stepped onto the balcony, still dressed. After looking down at the naked people, Melina put her arms around me and kissed me. “We came here to get naked,” she said. “We might as well do what we came for.”
“No second thoughts?” I asked.
“I’m nervous as hell,” Melina said. “I was brought up to keep my tits, ass, and vag covered. But I really want to do this. I want us to stand together naked while Carol and David look at us.” She swept her left arm in the direction of the pool. “See all those people down there? Would they really be having as much fun if they had swimsuits on?”
We went into the room and undressed. We spread sunscreen all over each other. We grabbed towels and I grabbed our room keycard. I opened the door for Melina. She stepped outside wearing only flip-flops. I followed as naked as Melina.
Carol and David were waiting for us on the walkway. My first thought was that Carol did, indeed, look particularly good naked. Her full breasts look natural. Her stomach curved out only slightly. She had no pubic hair so I could see a part of her vaginal lips.
My next thought was that I was very happy to be there naked with Melina, Carol, and David. Stepping out of the room into a public space with no clothes on felt like breaking out of a box I hadn’t realized I was in. I suddenly felt very free. I looked at Melina. She had a look of pure joy on her face. We hugged. Melina’s body against mine always felt great.
After we broke our hug, Carol asked “Glad you came?”
In unison, Melina and I both enthusiastically said “Yes!”
You two look wonderful naked,” David said.
“Thank you,” Melina replied.
“You guys look pretty good too,” I said.
“Thank you,” Carol replied. Gesturing towards her mound, she said, “I don’t always shave down there, but I do before we come here. It makes me feel more naked and exposed. I love that feeling.”
“I just saw some chairs open up,” David said. “Let’s go!”
Walking downstairs to the pool should have been nerve-wracking. I was very conscious of the fact that I was naked; that my dick and balls were on display to anyone who looked. Instead, it was liberating. After years of being taught to cover parts of my body, here I was in public with everything exposed. Not only me, but Melina and everyone else I saw was exposed. No one seemed ashamed or upset about that. To the contrary, everyone appeared to be having a wonderful time. Additionally, being naked felt great. The sun and breeze on parts which had always been covered was wonderful.
We put our things on four lounge chairs about three rows back from the pool. “You boys sit down,” Carol said. “Melina and I can get the drinks.” Looking around, I noticed that the crowd seemed to range in age from Melina’s and my age up to people I guessed were in their seventies. The crowd was predominantly, but not exclusively, white. One seeming common factor was that everyone seemed more or less fit. I didn’t see anyone who was obese.
I shifted my gaze from the crowd to Melina and Carol standing at the bar with their bare backs and asses towards us. As I watched, each woman picked up two drinks. They turned and started walking back to us. I had seen Melina naked many times before; but never outdoors in full sun with a lot of other people around. Although we’d been together about almost nine years by that point, it was like I was seeing her for the first time. Melina was at her most beautiful nude in the sunshine. Widening my focus a little, I realized I wasn’t the only one watching Melina and Carol.
I was sitting sideways on the lounge chair. Melina handed me my drink and sat down next to me. David was stretched out on another lounge. Carol gave him his drink and sat on one of his thighs, facing Melina and me. I could tell Melina was excited.
“You know,” Melina said, “walking to the bar is such a simple act. I’m amazed how much fun it was to do it with no clothes on.”
“We thought you’d feel that way,” Carol said. “That’s why we invited you. Peter, how do you feel?”
“I feel a lot happier than I expected,” I said. “I’ve known Melina is gorgeous from the first time I met her, but I never realized how beautiful she is until I saw her naked in the sunshine a moment ago.”
“Peter,” David said, “does Melina look better naked or with clothes on?”
“Naked!” I said, “No question!”
We sat by the pool and talked, drank, and looked for over an hour. Then, an attractive slender woman and a thin, wiry man approached us. I guessed them to be about David’s age. “David,” the woman said, “you didn’t tell us you were coming this weekend!”
“We weren’t sure our guests were going to accept our invitation and we might not have come if they hadn’t,” David replied. “Lucy, Mark, I’d like you to meet our friends Melina and Peter Warren.” Melina and I stood up. We shook hands with the couple.
“I’m Lucy Bratton,” the woman said, “and this is my husband, Mark.”
“Lucy is a cardiologist in the group David practices with,” Carol said.
Lucy got a slightly naughty look on her face. “You know how you sometimes wonder what one of your co-workers looks like naked?” she said. “David and I don’t have that problem. We know what each other look like naked.”
Nodding at our drinks, Mark said, “it looks like you’re taking the afternoon off. We’re going to go work out. Dinner later?”
With a mock pout on her face, Carol said, “I’d love to but I don’t have anything to wear.”
“What you’ve got on now will do just fine,” Mark said. “That outfit looks wonderful.”
“Melina, Peter,” Lucy said, “you’ll join us for dinner too, won’t you?”
“If nude is the dress code, we’d love to join you,” Melina said.
To David, Lucy said, “I thought you said you weren’t sure your friends would come. They seem enthusiastic to me.”
“We’re out of our clothes now,” I said. “The hurdle was thinking beforehand about being naked around others.”
“That’s true,” Mark replied. “Lucy and I have brought a few couples here who hadn’t gone nude before, and we’ve had people sailing with us….”
“We don’t allow clothes on our boat,” Lucy interjected.
“They’ve all been anxious about getting naked that first time,” Mark continued, “but, once they are naked, they don’t want to get dressed again.”
I won’t bore you with a detailed account of our first visit to a nude resort. Suffice to say that Melina and I both loved it. I should add that, when we got back to our room that first night, Melina and I had one of the best and longest lovemaking sessions we’d had in months. Going nude all day and evening with other nude people re-energized our physical passion for each other.
We went back to Caliente with Carol and David nine more times that year, and we got to sail Tampa Bay in the buff with Lucy, Mark, Carol, and David. Lucy and Mark really didn’t allow clothes on their boat. They had an understanding with the marina. We all stripped in the parking lot and left our clothes in the car. “The other people who keep their boats here are very tolerant,” Lucy explained.
“No,” Mark said, “we just bring attractive guests like Carol and Melina. The guys who own the other boats like seeing beautiful nude women.”
“Just the guys who own other boats?” Lucy asked. “You like seeing nude women too.”
“Yes,” Mark said. “Fortunately, I’m married to a very beautiful woman who goes nude a lot.”
By the first anniversary of our first visit to Caliente, Melina and I were comfortable enough to go there without Carol and David. We’d made friends with other people we met at the resort. As long as weather permitted and we wouldn’t get in trouble, Melina and I strongly preferred being naked to having clothes on.
For most of undergraduate school, Melina and I had been part of a pretty tight group with two other couples. Unusually, all three couples were still together. Our friends were still in the Midwest. Being in Florida and working hard, Melina and I didn’t see our friends very often; although we had been in both of the other couples’ weddings and both couples had been in ours.
Kurt Mueller had been a football teammate of mine. Melina had introduced Kurt to one of her swimming teammates: Gwen Johnson. Kurt’s father owned a very successful real estate development company in Cleveland. Kurt was being groomed to succeed his dad. Gwen worked in the company’s HR.
Jack Cardwell had been a pitcher on the university baseball team. I don’t we met Jack. Gwen introduced Jack to a girl on the tennis team who had roomed with Gwen as a freshman: Sandy Locker. While Melina, Gwen, and Sandy were all beautiful, Sandy had the distinction of being the only blonde. Jack and Sandy had both become teachers and coaches. Jack coached baseball and taught at a public high school in a Columbus suburb. Sandy coached tennis and taught at a private school connected to some church.
In January of my fourth year in Tampa, Melina and I each got e-mail from Kurt. His parents had a secluded “cabin” in the mountains of East Tennessee. Kurt and Gwen would be using it during the first week of August. Sandy, Jack, Melina, and I were invited to join them. “I’m giving you almost eight months’ notice,” Kurt wrote. “Clear your schedules. We need to get the gang together again before we all start having kids.” A series of “Reply All” responses confirmed that all six of us would be there.
Kurt and Gwen went to the cabin a couple of days early to get things ready. Melina and I flew into Knoxville, met Sandy and Jack, and rented a car. About an hour and a half later, we had successfully negotiated some very windy two-lane roads and arrived at the Mueller’s “cabin.” In fact, it was a very spacious three story house built partly into a hillside surrounded by woods. About 200 yards downhill from the house was a cove of a lake. Kurt said the main body of the lake was about two miles long, running southwest to northeast, and varied from a half mile to three quarters of a mile across. The only other houses built around the lake were up at the northeast end. They weren’t visible from the Mueller “cabin.”
Kurt and Gwen and then Jack and Sandy had gotten married the same summer Melina and I married. We hadn’t seen them since those weddings. I remembered Gwen and Sandy as being extremely attractive. Seeing them again, I realized my memory had understated their beauty. While Melina was, in my opinion, the most beautiful woman alive; Gwen and Sandy were not far behind.
The evening we arrived, Kurt grilled burgers. Reverting to college habits, we drank a bit more than we probably should have. Having not seen each other in some time, most of the conversation was updating each other about our current lives.
After a few glasses of wine, Melina let slip that she and I had started going regularly to a nude resort near Tampa. That brought the conversation to a halt. After a moment’s silence, Sandy asked, “Do you two take your clothes off when you go there?”
Realizing she had slipped, Melina became a bit defensive. “Yes,” she said rather sharply. “The whole point of going there is to be naked.”
In a more sympathetic tone, Gwen asked, “How were you introduced to it?”
Melina told the whole story about Carol and David, including Lucy and Mark and some other doctors, lawyers, and architects we had met at Caliente. “People like that get together and take all their clothes off?” Sandy asked.
“Yes,” Melina replied. “The resort isn’t cheap. It’s definitely high end.”
“Do you, uh, fuck in public?” Sandy asked.
“No,” Melina said. “That would not be tolerated.”
Gwen asked, “what do you enjoy about it?”
“Initially,” Melina said, “I think it was largely breaking the taboo against being nude around other people. Breaking that taboo feels very liberating. Other things have kept us going back. The sun and breeze on your bare skin feel wonderful. Swimming nude is a delight. I’ll never wear a swimsuit again if I can avoid it. People are much friendlier and much less pretentious when they are naked.”
“Is it sexy?” Kurt asked.
“Well,” Melina answered, “you’re letting people see your pubes and bare tits and bare ass and you can see theirs’. Most of the people where we go try to stay in shape, so they are pleasant to look at. Yeah, there is a thrill to seeing and being seen.”
“I’m sure everyone gets a thrill from seeing you with no clothes on Melina,” Jack said. Sandy punched his shoulder. Gwen skillfully changed the subject.
When we went to our room that night, Melina said, “At first, I thought I’d fucked up letting slip about us going to Caliente. But, the longer I thought about it, I’m glad they know.”
“It’s part of who we are,” I said.
Melina came up to me, put her arms around me, and said, “do you want to sleep with a pervert tonight?”
“Will we do something perverted?” I asked.
Smiling, Melina replied, “we can try.”
We didn’t do anything more perverted than doggy style, but we enjoyed it.
Gwen and Kurt were already in the kitchen when Melina and I came down the next morning. Gwen wore a rather short sundress. She didn’t appear to have much on underneath it and looked very sexy. “Mrs. Mueller,” I said, “I had forgotten just how beautiful you are.” I was being polite, but it was also true. Gwen looked great.
Gwen gave me an odd smile. “Thank you,” she said. “I hope you don’t change that opinion as the day goes on.” That was, I thought at the time, a very odd thing to say.
Sandy and Jack came in a few minutes later. The six of us drank coffee and ate fruit while we discussed what we wanted to do that day. After several minutes of discussion, we agreed that Kurt, Jack, and I would put the Mueller’ small outboard motor boat in the water and we’d boat around the lake for a while.
“I’m still digesting what Melina and Peter told us last night about going to a nudie camp,” Sandy said. “You are planning to keep your clothes on here, right?”
“Ah,” Gwen said, “that brings up something I wanted to say. As you can see, it is very secluded here. When Kurt and I have been here by ourselves in the past, we’ve often spent the whole days without our clothes on. We had decided we would stay dressed this week since you four are visiting. However, after hearing that Melina and Peter go nude, Kurt and I talked again. I’m officially declaring the property clothing optional for the entire week.”
Gwen took the hem on her sundress in both hands and lifted it up over her head. She was nude underneath. Kurt had only been wearing a pair of gym shorts. He pushed them down his body and stood nude next to his nude wife. Gwen and Kurt were a handsome couple clothed but they looked much better in the nude.
“Melina, Peter,” Gwen said, “would you care to join us in the nude?”
Melina and I stood up from the stools we’d been sitting on. “We’d love to,” I said. Melina and I both pulled our tee shirts off. I undid my shorts, pushed them and my underwear down, and stepped out of them.
Melina lowered her shorts and stepped out of them, then pushed down the panties she had on. “This feels much better,” Melina said. “We were resigned to staying clothed this week. Thank you, Gwen. Thank you, Kurt.”
“Shit,” Sandy exclaimed. “I can’t deal with this.” She stood up and quickly left the room. We heard her climbing upstairs to the bedrooms.
“I’m sorry,” Jack said. “You touched a nerve with Sandy. It’s that religious school where she works. Since last spring, some parents have been hassling her about the tennis uniforms. They’re standard tennis dresses, pretty conservative really. But the parents don’t like the fact that the girls are visibly wearing tights. They call that ‘showing their underwear,’ and they want the girls’ legs covered. Sandy’s players don’t want to do that, and she’s been standing up for them. Some very nasty things have been said about Sandy.”
“I didn’t know that,” Gwen replied. “You and Sandy are welcome to stay clothed if you prefer. It’s just that, after listening to Melina and Peter last night, Kurt and I realized this is an opportunity to get naked with our best friends that we may not have again. It seems too good to pass up.”
“Make sure Sandy understands,” Kurt said, “what happens here stays here. None of us know anyone connected to Sandy’s school and no one but us will ever know that the two of you spent the week with naked people.”
“Thanks,” Jack said. “I understand where you guys are, and I don’t have a problem with it. Let me talk to Sandy.”
Jack left the kitchen. Once we heard him upstairs, I asked, “Do you think Sandy will leave?”
“I don’t think so,” Gwen said. “None of us did anything like this in school, but I never got the impression that Sandy’s a prude. If she does want to leave, I’ll be sorry, but I’ll still think that the four of us should use this opportunity to spend time together naked.”
“You guys really do look great naked,” Kurt said.
“Thank you,” I said. “You and, especially Gwen, look pretty damn good too.”
Gwen raised her arms over her head and did a spin. She had a very nice ass with a slight tan line. Kurt and I gave her brief applause.
“Well,” Melina said, “If you’re going to applaud Gwen, what about this?” Melina hopped up onto the island in the center of the kitchen, rolled onto her belly, propped her head on her hands, and smiled.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen on that counter,” Kurt said.
“Only because I’ve never gotten on that counter,” Gwen joked.
Melina flipped over and sat up. She swung her legs over the side of the island facing us, with her legs spread so we all saw her cunt. She looked very desirable.
“You like showing off,” Gwen said. “To tell the truth, so do I.”
Melina slid off the island and said, “nude hugs.” She reached for Kurt and pulled him to her. Gwen and I looked at each other for a second. I opened my arms. Gwen stepped to me. I wrapped my arms around her, and we held each other very tight. Gwen’s bare body felt as good against mine as Melina’s did. Gwen kissed me on the lips.
After a few moments, Gwen took a step back. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my dick. Melina saw that and said, “great idea!” She grasped Kurt’s dick. Neither Kurt nor I complained about being handled by the other man’s wife.
“Kurt and I started dating at end of sophomore year,” Gwen said. “This is the first time I’ve touched another’s man dick in all those years.”
“I’m honored to be your first,” I replied.
“You should be,” Gwen retorted with a chuckle.
“I love Peter’s dick,” Melina said, “but Kurt’s feels pretty nice too.”
I was curious where this was going to lead. I didn’t get the chance to find out. We heard Sandy and Jack coming downstairs. Gwen and Melina quickly let go of me and Kurt.
Sandy and Jack were in swimwear. In Sandy’s case, it might have been more accurate to say ‘almost in.’ Despite her seeming prudery earlier, the black bikini she wore was very revealing. The top was essentially a tube wrapped around her chest that covered a bit more than her nipples but left boob visible above and below. Her bottoms were a thong that covered her pubes but had just a string running between her butt cheeks. Sandy had bigger breasts and hips than Melina or Gwen and legs with noticeable muscle definition. She looked hot.
“I’m sorry,” Sandy said. “I guess Jack told you I’ve been catching a lot of shit at work about my players showing too much skin. I bought this to wear here. It’s revealing but I thought it is just among friends and I wanted to catch attention. I didn’t anticipate that Melina and Gwen would upstage me by going full nude.”
“You can go full nude too,” Gwen said.
“It feels great,” Melina added.
“Uh, I’m not ready,” Sandy said. “At least, not yet.”
Kurt, Jack, and I got the boat in the water while Melina, Gwen, and Sandy packed drinks, towels, and sunscreen. Melina, Gwen, Kurt, and I got in the boat nude. Kurt started the motor and headed up the lake, leaving all our clothes in the house. It was like sailing with Lucy and Mark.
It didn’t take long to reach the northeast end of the lake. I was surprised at how few houses there were around the lake. Kurt explained that was because his dad’s company owned three-quarters of the land. “He originally intended to build vacation homes to sell, but decided he liked it better as it is as a place for the family to come.”
We did pass a house to our left as we reached the north end. A small boat was beached, and a man and woman were loading things into it. Melina and Gwen stood up and waved at them.
Kurt turned us around before we beached on the north shore. “The best swimming is at the south end,” he said. “It’s about twelve feet deep. The county road comes really close to the lake there, but you can’t see the lake from the road when the trees are leafed out.”
Kurt took us to the south end of the lake. We spent several hours swimming and lazing on the boat. The water was surprisingly warm. In the middle of the afternoon, Melina said, “Sandy, you must take the suit off and swim in the nude. It is so much better.”
“I believe you,” Sandy replied, “I’m just not ready.”
Not long after dinner that night, Sandy said she didn’t feel well, “too much sun,” and went upstairs to bed. Jack went with her. Gwen, Kurt, Melina, and I stayed in the main room sipping wine.
After it had gotten completely dark, Gwen asked, “have you two ever made love outdoors?” Melina and I shook our heads. “Kurt and I do every time we are here by ourselves. There are a couple of wonderful places.” She stood up and said, “come on, I’ll show you one.”
We followed Gwen out of the house. She walked towards the lake but turned left a few yards short of the water. We walked up a small rise to an area a few feet square that had only grass. There was a full moon. There was a clear view of the lake and we were in full view of the house, maybe 150 yards behind us.
“This is one of our favorite places to make love,” Gwen said. She embraced Kurt. They began kissing and fondling each other. That was all the encouragement Melina and I needed. We began kissing. Our tongues quickly met. Melina gently fondled my balls and then started running her fingers up and down the underside of my shaft. I traced her outer lips with my index finger, teasing her just a little. After enough of that to know that Melina was aroused, I plunged my finger inside her once, then drew back to massage her clit. As I got hard, Melina began circling the palm of her hand over my dickhead. Melina had very soft hands and that felt wonderful.
I had almost forgotten about Gwen and Kurt when Gwen asked, “Melina, is he hard?”
“Yeah,” Melina laughed.
“Stand back and let me see,” Gwen requested. Melina took a few steps back from me. Gwen moved from in front of Kurt and stood next to Melina. Glancing at Kurt, I saw that he was very erect, as was I. “Which one looks better to you?” Gwen asked.
“They both look great,” Melina replied.
“Stay with our own tonight?” Gwen asked.
“Yeah,” Melina said, “tonight.” Melina giggled.
Gwen sat down on the ground and laid back. She spread her legs, looking very inviting. “Lie down next to me,” Gwen told Melina. Melina lay on the ground on her back a few inches from Gwen and spread her legs. “Inviting” grossly understates how Melina looked. Kurt and I needed no instructions. He got over Gwen and I got over Melina. I got on my knees between Melina thighs and leaned forward until I was above her, resting my weight on my arms. Melina used a hand to guide my dick into her.
“Is he in?” Melina asked Gwen.
“Yes, you?” Gwen responded.
“Very much so,” Melina replied. What followed was the most unusual lovemaking session I’d ever experienced. While the two couples focused on pleasuring each other, there was also an ongoing conversation between the four of us. Mostly, we described aloud what we were doing, what our partner was doing, and how it felt. It looks strange as words on a page. At the time, it was erotic and enjoyable. Especially hot were the changes in Melina’s and Gwen’s voices as they became more aroused.
Melina and I stopped talking and kissed as we got close to coming. Gwen, however, kept up a rapid-fire monologue, describing what she felt, with occasional instructions to Kurt. Again, it sounds strange but Gwen’s monologue, increasingly interspersed with gasps and moans, stimulated Melina and me.
Judging by sounds, Gwen and Kurt came within seconds of each other. Melina and I came almost simultaneously a few seconds later. I had a powerful orgasm and I sensed that Melina did too. I stayed in her, still resting my weight on my arms, until we both stopped sucking air. We kissed. As I rolled off of Melina, Kurt was getting off of Gwen. The four of us stood up, facing each other. Both women looked incredibly beautiful having just been fucked.
The four of us just looked at each other for a time. “I’m glad we did that together,” Melina finally said.
“Me too,” Gwen said. Melina reached out and hugged Kurt and kissed him. Gwen embraced me and we kissed.
After we’d hugged the other spouse, Kurt said, “the absolute best place to fuck outside is on top of the hill on the other side of the road from the house. There’s a flat spot and you can look out over the entire lake and even see the town in the distance. It’s about a 45-minute hike and you don’t want to do it at night.”
“Will you take us up there before we leave?” Melina asked.
“Sure,” Kurt replied. We all understood that we wouldn’t be going there just to enjoy the view.
We walked back to the house. Inside, Gwen said, “there’s only one shower in the house, but I think we’ll all fit.” Although Melina and I had been good friends with Gwen and Kurt since college, what we had done that night created a new, deeper intimacy between us. It seemed perfectly natural that the four of us would shower together. We followed Gwen’s bare ass upstairs.
The four of us did fit, barely. By unspoken agreement, I began washing Gwen’s back and Kurt washed Melina’s. When I was done with Gwen’s back, she turned to face me. “Kurt,” Gwen asked, “may Peter wash my front?”
“As long as I get to wash Melina’s front,” Kurt replied.
“Please do,” Melina said, “and don’t miss any spots.”
“That’s good advice Peter,” Gwen said to me. I started with Gwen’s shoulders, arms, and hands. I then squatted down and washed her feet and calves. I stood back up and gently washed her face and neck before moving to her belly and her breasts. When Gwen’s nipples were erect, I squatted again and started washing her left thigh, running my soapy hands up and down, but stopping well short of the top of her thigh. I shifted and did the same thing with her right thigh. I stood up again. In a soft voice, Gwen said, “please finish.”
I put a very small amount of soap on my fingers and began running them up and down over Gwen’s trimmed bush. I pressed harder, rubbing the bone, on my down strokes. I made sure to stop short of her cunt lips. After several strokes, Gwen said, “please go on.”
Melina added, “it’s ok with me Peter. May Kurt finger me?”
“Of course,” I answered. I ran my now rinsed fingers between Gwen’s thighs and over her lips. I did that several times. Gwen shifted to move her thighs farther apart. I accepted the invitation and inserted first one, then two fingers.
Gwen was breathing much faster and had a look of bliss on her beautiful face. I changed my stroke to start on her clit and go deeper into her, pressing firmly against her pubic bones. “Nice,” Gwen said softly. I heard a familiar moan from Melina. I kept up the same stroke, gradually moving faster and pressing harder. Gwen’s breathing got faster. Finally, she exhaled sharply and said, “yes.” I could hear more soft moans from Melina. Gwen and I both turned our heads to watch Kurt’s fingers moving in Melina’s cunt. I’d never have thought watching my friend finger-fuck my wife would be hot, but it was.
Gwen washed me and Melina washed Kurt. They didn’t try to get us off. “You’ve already performed well tonight,” Gwen said.
“Be patient and you’ll receive your rewards,” Melina added.
We dried each other off and headed for our respective bedrooms. As Melina and I reached the door of the room we were using, Gwen said, “Do you really think we need separate bedrooms?” We didn’t. We followed Gwen and Kurt into the master bedroom.
We started to get into bed together when Melina said, “Gwen, may I talk to you a moment.” The two women stepped back into the hall. They were not gone long. They were both smiling when they came back in. Gwen and Melina got in the center of the large bed, with Kurt and me on the outsides. Nude, the four of us fell asleep together.
Sunlight was coming in when I felt someone moving on the bed the next morning. Very soon, I felt a hand stroking my dick. I had a hard-on from having my dick between Melina’s ass cheeks all night. We liked to sleep that way. We both also liked morning sex so I wasn’t surprised as I felt Melina push me squarely on my back and get in position straddling me. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation of my dick sliding into Melina as she lowered herself down.
When I opened my eyes, I got a shock. It was Gwen riding me, not Melina. Looking to my left, I saw Melina riding Kurt. The girls had decided to take playing with the other’s partner to the level of intercourse. All I could do was enjoy it.
Melina was the only woman I’d had on top before that morning. I liked the position because it gave me a better view of Melina’s face, which grew even more beautiful as she approached and then reached orgasm. I discovered that morning that Gwen had the same quality. I also learned that my closest female friend other than Melina was a great fuck.
Gwen was very energetic and a bit loud. It didn’t take that long for both of us to come. It was very gratifying to share that intense pleasure with Gwen. After she came, Gwen lay down on top of me. Feeling her heart beating with her bare breasts pressed against me was as nice as doing it with Melina. Just after Gwen lay on top of me, I heard Melina’s moan, starting low and rising a couple of octaves, that was a sure sign Melina was coming.
A few minutes later, we all got up and headed for the shower. We met Sandy, in a long tee shirt, and Jack, in shorts, in the hall. Seeing us coming out of the same bedroom, Jack asked, “you four spent the night together?”
“Yes,” Melina answered.
“Did you…?” Sandy started to ask.
“Fuck Peter?” Gwen finished for her. “Yes, I did, and Melina fucked Kurt.”
I expected Sandy to react badly. Instead, she just smiled. She took Jack’s hand and led him back into their room. The four of us showered together again, washing our own spouses this time, and went downstairs. We were on second cups of coffee when Jack walked in.
“Is Sandy ok?” I asked.
Jack smiled. “Yeah, she’s fine. You’ll see in a moment.”
Less than a minute later, Sandy walked in, still in her long tee shirt. “I’ve been a pain in the ass the last couple of days,’ she said. “These people I work for have me second-guessing everything. I should know better and trust the people I’ve known and cared about for years.” Sandy pulled her shirt over her head. She was nude underneath. Jack dropped his shorts. Melina stepped to jack and hugged him, followed by Gwen.
Sandy started to go to Kurt, but he stopped her. “May I please take a look at you?” Kurt asked. “I’ve never seen you naked before.”
I thought Sandy would, at least, blush. Instead, she raised her arms above her head like an actress on stage. “Please do,” she said. She held the pose for a moment, then lowered her arms. “There is another view you might like,” she said. “Peter, please stand next to Kurt.” I moved next to Kurt. Sandy turned her back to us, spread her feet apart, and bent over until her hands touched the floor. Her asshole and cunt were fully exposed to us, which was obviously her intent.
Sandy held the bent pose until I said, “Sandy Cardwell, you are a beautiful woman.”
Sandy straightened and turned to face us. She was smiling. “Thank you,” she said. “I never thought I could do that in front of anyone besides Jack but, damn, that was fun.”
“Your naked body is truly you, no store-bought enhancements,” Melina said. “It feels good to know people think truly you is beautiful.”
“I’m still not sure I could show off like that, or even go naked, around anyone besides you guys,” Sandy replied, “but I’m starting to understand why you enjoy it.”
Sandy and Jack had coffee. We went out on the boat again. Sandy and Jack left their clothes on shore this time along with the rest of us. We’d only been out about an hour when Gwen said, “Kurt, why don’t we go in, get some lunch, and then take everyone up to the overlook.” Kurt and the rest of us agreed, so we headed in.
We had just gotten back into the kitchen when Sandy said, “This trip is the first time I’ve seen a dick other than Jack’s in years.”
“Kurt, Peter,” Gwen said, “why don’t you boys sit down and let Sandy have a closer look.” I looked at Melina, who smiled and nodded her head. Kurt and I sat down on stools at the center island. “Spread those legs apart boys,” Gwen instructed.
Sandy looked at Jack, who said “go ahead.” Sandy walked over to Kurt. At first, she just stood in front of him looking at his dick. Then, Sandy grasp Kurt’s head between her thumb and forefinger and lifted his dick up. She looked at the underside of his shaft. Sandy let go of Kurt’s dick, cupped his balls in her hand, and lifted them up. She stared at Kurt for a few seconds before letting go of him.
Now, it was my turn to be inspected by Sandy. She stepped in front of me. She wrapped her hand loosely around my dick at the base of my shaft and slid it up to my head. “I’ll bet this looks nice hard,” Sandy said.
“Keep stroking him like that and you’ll see,” Melina said with a laugh.
“Cool,” Sandy replied. She wrapped her hand a bit tighter and started stroking. Sandy’s hand felt great. I did start getting hard. She let go of my dick and started running her index finger around the bottom of my dickhead where I’d been circumcised as an infant. That felt very better. I got harder.
Sandy took a step back, as if admiring her handiwork. “I want a comparison,” she said. She stepped back in front of Kurt and began stroking him. After a moment, she reached her left hand out and grabbed my dick again. “Don’t go limp,” Sandy told me. She stroked Kurt and me simultaneously. I got extremely hard. Suddenly, Sandy stopped stroking both of us and stepped back. Kurt and I were sitting there in front of Sandy, Gwen, Melina, and Jack with raging hard-ons. “Nice,” Sandy said.
Sandy took a step forward again and reached out towards Kurt and me. “Don’t get them off now,” Gwen said. “We’ll do that at the overlook.” Sandy stepped back and smiled. I can’t speak for Kurt, but it was a little frustrating for me.
After a light lunch, Kurt explained that getting to the overlook took about 45 minutes of walking, mostly uphill. “I think we’re ok going nude,” Kurt added. “I never meet anyone on that route. We do have to cross the road so, at most, someone sees us as they drive by.”
“Who cares if we do meet someone?” Melina asked.
Everyone put on shoes. Kurt and I carried backpacks filled with water, wine, sunscreen, and towels. We marched single file with Kurt in the lead. We didn’t meet anyone on the hike, which seemed longer than 45 minutes to me. It was all uphill and, while no one was exhausted, we were all sweating when we reached the overlook. The sweat made Melina, Gwen, and Sandy look even sexier.
The overlook was a relatively flat spot atop a hill, perhaps a small mountain, which seemed to be a few hundred feet above the level of the house. It was a clear, hot day. We had a panoramic view over the entire lake, including the couple of houses at the other end of the lake. We could see people by the lake in front of one house. Further to the north, you could see the tops of a few buildings in a village several miles away. It was a very pretty spot.
After we had enjoyed the view for a few minutes, Gwen said, “This is my absolute favorite place to fuck outdoors.”
“You’ve fucked outdoors a lot of places?” Sandy asked sarcastically.
“A few,” Gwen replied, seemingly in earnest. She turned her back on us and wrapped her arms around Kurt. Soon, Gwen and Kurt were kissing and their hands were between each other’s thighs.
Melina took my left hand and pressed it against one of her bare breasts. We began kissing and fondling each other. After a couple of minutes, we were interrupted by a beach towel hitting us. We looked in the direction from which the towel had come. Gwen was starting to spread another towel on the ground. “Lie on that,” she instructed us.
Before I had finished spreading out our towel, Gwen was on the ground on her back and Kurt had mounted her. Knowing a great idea when she sees one, Melina lay down on her back and spread her legs as soon as I had our towel down. I knelt between her legs and started kissing up the inside of her right thigh. When I reached the top of her thigh, I shifted my head and began licking her clit. Melina sat part way up and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up towards her face. “Don’t eat,” she chided me, “fuck!” She lay back down and I moved over her body until our faces were level. I slid my dick into Melina and began a slow rhythm.
Making love to Melina was tremendous under any circumstances. Being outdoors that day, feeling the sun on my back and ass, hearing birds and the occasional car on the road below, intensified the experience. We set a pace that kept us aroused but wasn’t a frenzied rush to orgasm. I lay lightly on top of Melina, putting most of my weight on my arms. I could feel her heartbeat through my chest. At one point, I heard what sounded like a single engine airplane not too far above us. It sounded like the plane flew over, circled, and flew over us again. I hope whoever was in the plane enjoyed the show.
Finally, the sounds coming from Gwen and Kurt indicated they were getting close to coming. Melina began bucking her hips. I took the hint to make my thrusts faster and harder. I could feel Melina’s heart accelerate. She wrapped her legs around my ass, as if to pull me into her deeper. She rolled her head to one side and I nibbled on her neck. When Melina’s heartbeat was fast enough that I knew she was close, I shifted my weight slightly to hit a spot on the front wall of her cunt with my dick. Melina was very sensitive there and, if I could hit it, she’d have an intense orgasm.
Fortunately, I hit Melina’s spot and kept on it. I was rewarded with a shouted “Oh God yes!.” More rewarding was how Melina contracted to grip my dick. Melina was a fit woman, strong throughout her splendid body. I knew I would be coming very soon. Melina’s moan started and had risen about an octave when I shot, a lot, inside her. I kept thrusting until the moan ended and Melina relaxed. We looked into each other’s eyes as we panted. Melina looked indescribably beautiful. Once our breathing slowed, we kissed, for a long time.
I had largely tuned out my surroundings as Melina and I came. I was reminded of where I was when I heard Sandy say, “that looked like fun.”
I looked to my right where Kurt was still on top of Gwen. After a moment, Gwen turned her face towards us. She smiled and said, “understand why we love this place?”
To the extent I’d thought about it at all, I’d assumed Sandy and Jack had fucked at the same time Melina and I and Gwen and Kurt did. When Melina and I were back on our feet, I realized that was wrong. Sandy and Jack had watched the four of us fuck. “You watched us,” Gwen told them pleasantly, “so, now, you should give us a show.” Sandy and Jack didn’t need much peer pressure. I think they were both horny.
Melina and I had never watched another couple fuck, much less in mid-afternoon on top of a hill. Sandy and Jack put on a good show. Sandy was an energetic lover and I’m sure they both enjoyed themselves. After they had come and Jack had pulled out, Sandy played to her audience a little by wiping some of Jack’s semen oozing out of her onto her finger and putting that finger in her mouth.
On our way back down to the house, Sandy and Jack stumbled. Jack was shaken and a bit cut up. Sandy twisted her ankle. Melina, as close as we had to someone with medical knowledge, thought Sandy shouldn’t put weight on her ankle. Melina, Gwen, and Kurt agreed that Jack should not try to carry Sandy home. Gwen took my backpack, now lighter with the wine drunk. Sandy rode me piggyback down the hill, across the road, and into the Mueller house. Melina improvised an ice pack which she put on Sandy’s ankle and Sandy spent the rest of the afternoon and evening lying on a sofa. Jack recovered sufficiently to carry Sandy upstairs to bed that night.
Melina, Gwen, Kurt, and I were in the kitchen having coffee the next morning when Sandy and Jack came in. Sandy was still limping slightly. I asked about her ankle.
“Sore,” she said, “but a lot better than yesterday.”
“Peter,” Jack said, “Sandy needs to thank you for carrying her home yesterday.”
“No big deal,” I said.
“No,” Jack replied. “I’ve told her, and she agrees, she needs to thank you properly.”
Sandy came to where I was standing. She knelt down in front of me and started stroking my dick. As she did that, she looked up at me, smiling. Once I was hard, Sandy took my dick in her mouth. Melina did not often give me blow jobs, primarily because I prefer giving oral sex to her. Thus, I don’t have a lot to compare to, but Sandy’s blow job seemed exquisite. In an almost embarrassingly short time, I was coming in her mouth and had to reach back and grab the counter to keep myself upright. Sandy did swallow.
We took it easy most of that day so Sandy and Jack could recuperate. Melina and I took a nude hike, following a route Kurt had diagrammed for us. Whether Kurt’s diagram was flawed or we read it wrong I don’t know. However, we reached a point where the hillside was too steep and rocky for us to continue. We thought we were retracing our steps but soon realized we had not previously seen the trees and rock formations we were passing. We were lost.
We knew how to find the road that went along the lake. The Mueller driveway ran off that road. Having not brought any clothes, we had meant to avoid the road. However, it seemed that we would not be able to get back unless we walked the road. We hiked down and came out of the trees onto the two-lane county road. We knew the Mueller house was to our left. We started walking.
“If a car goes by, we just act natural and keep walking,” Melina said.
“Unless it’s a cop,” I replied.
“Uh,” Melina said, “what do we do then?”
“Run like hell into the woods,” I replied. “I doubt a cop is going to stop just to chase a naked couple through the woods.”
Fortunately, no police passed us so we didn’t have to test my theory. When we were about ten minutes from the house, a dirty Ford pick-up truck passed us heading the opposite direction. Whoever was in the truck got a full frontal view of Melina. For their sins, they also got a full frontal of me. As we reached the end of the Mueller driveway, a truck that looked very much the same came up behind us. We stepped into the driveway. The truck stopped. There was a girl, about 19 or 20 I guessed, on the passenger side. Her window was down. She called out, “what’s it like walking naked down the road?”
“Nice,” Melina replied.
The young man driving leaned forward so we could see his face, and he could see Melina. “Wish I could get her to do that,” her said, nodding his head towards the young woman beside him.
The young woman giggled. The young man put the truck in gear and started forward. “Y’all take care,” the woman called as they moved away.
The next few days were uneventful. The six of us did not wear clothes at all that week after Sandy and Jack stripped off, except for aprons when making meals. The sight of Melina’s, Gwen’s, and Sandy’s bare asses peaking out the back of their aprons made the cooking especially pleasant. We were out on the lake several times and saw the couple at the house on the other end of the lake at least once each day.
On Wednesday, Kurt had found a volleyball net in the garage. He also found a volleyball which held air when it was inflated. We put up the net on the lake shore and played nude volleyball daily. We were playing on Saturday, our last day there, when a boat slowly motored into the cove in front of the Mueller “cabin.” I recognized the boat and the couple on board as the couple we had seen every day at the other end of the lake.
The man driving the boat called out pleasantly, “may we come ashore?”
“Certainly,” Kurt replied.
The man tossed out an anchor. I picked it up and pulled the boat towards shore until the man aboard said, “that’s good.” I wedged the anchor into the ground. The couple swung themselves over the side of the boat into water about knee deep and waded ashore. The man, in a pair of long swim trunks, appeared to be around 40 and was slender. The blonde-haired woman might have been a few years younger than the man. The blue one-piece she wore outlined a very nice figure.
“I’m Brad. This is my wife Pam,” the man said. “You’re the only people we’ve seen here all week. Pam thought we should stop and say hello.”
“Glad you did,” Gwen said. “Would you like something to drink?” she asked, gesturing at the cooler we had brought out from the house.
After Gwen got the couple drinks, beer for Pam and bottled tea for Brad, Pam said, “we couldn’t help noticing that you’ve been naked every time we’ve seen you.”
“We’ve been naked all week,” Melina replied.
“Why?” Pam asked.
“It’s more comfortable not having clothes on, especially as hot as it has been this week,” Gwen answered.
“I mean, are you nudists?” Pam asked.
This place is owned by my husband Kurt’s parents,” Gwen replied. “Kurt and I would go nude when we came here by ourselves. We were planning a clothed vacation with our college friends. Once they got here, we found out that Melina and Peter,” Gwen pointed at us, “had started going to a nude resort near where they live. The six of us have been friends since college. We’d never been nude together before, so this seemed too good to pass up.”
“It took Jack and me an extra day to get out of our clothes,” Sandy added, “but I’m really glad we did.”
“You don’t worry about offending the locals?” Brad asked. “We are in the Bible Belt.”
“Have you seen anyone around the lake this week other than you and us?” Kurt asked. Brad shook his head. “This is a pretty private place,” Kurt continued. “In fact, our company owns most of the land around the lake. I wouldn’t go into town nude, but we’re safe here.”
Pam walked over to the volleyball sitting on the ground. With a deft move, she used her foot to flick the ball up into her hands. “You guys play volleyball?” she asked.
“Only recreationally,” I replied. “Melina and Gwen were swimmers in college. Sandy played tennis. Jack was a pitcher, and Kurt and I were football players.”
“I played in college,” Pam said. “That was a few years ago.”
“You can play with us if you want to,” Gwen said.
“You just need to take your suits off,” Melina added.
Pam looked at Brad and raised her eyebrows questioningly. From the look on her face, I suspected that this was what Pam was hoping for. From the amused and resigned look on his face, I thought Brad suspected the same thing. “You really want to?” Brad asked his wife.
“It’s something we’ve never done before,” Pam said.
Brad thought for a moment. “Well, if you want to,” he said.
Pam immediately started to peel off her suit. There is something very sexy about watching an attractive woman undress. I enjoyed watching Pam strip off. Like many women, Pam looked better nude than clothed.
Brad dropped his swim trunks. Although he was a slender man, Brad was quite well endowed. Nodding at Brad’s dick, Sandy said, “that’s more than a mouthful.”
“No,” Pam replied, “I can take it all.” Brad was embarrassed, but flattered, that the women were talking about his exposed dick. Glancing at Jack, Kurt, and me, Pam added, “it doesn’t look to me like any of you girls are deprived.”
Melina and I teamed with Pam and Brad against Gwen, Sandy, Kurt, and Jack. Pam was a very good player, much better than the rest of us, and played without any self-consciousness. After we won the first game, Pam said, “damn, this is fun. I wish I’d tried playing nude back when I really played.”
We played four games. Pam seemed to want to make sure we saw all of her. She was worth seeing. Pam wanted to keep playing, but the rest of us were winded. Everyone was sweaty. On the women, that looked pretty good. We grabbed drinks from the cooler and went to a small picnic table. The benches weren’t big enough for us all to sit down. “Boys,” Gwen said, “you sit. The women will sit in your laps.”
Kurt and I sat on one of the benches. Gwen plopped down in my lap and Melina sat in Kurt’s. “I thought Gwen and Kurt were married to each other,” Brad said.
“We are,” Gwen replied. “So are Melina and Peter. We’re exceptionally good friends.” Gwen twisted her ass in my lap to reinforce the point.
Pam smiled. Jack and Brad sat down on the other side of the table. Sandy and Pam sat in their husbands’ laps. We sat like that and talked for a long time. The sun was behind the hills west of the lake when Brad said, “we better get back. I don’t want to be on the water after dark.”
Pam and Brad stood up. “Uh,” Pam said, “there was one other question we wanted to ask. Brad’s a private pilot. We rented a plane last Sunday and were flying around. That wasn’t you guys we saw fucking on the hilltop over there, was it?”
With some pride, my wife replied, “it certainly was us.”
“You looked like you were having fun,” Brad said.
“Outdoor sex is great,” Sandy said. “If you haven’t fucked outdoors, you should.”
Pam put her arm around Brad’s waist. “We’ll try it,” she said. Looking at Brad, she added, “just as soon as we’re back up the lake.”
Pam and Brad didn’t bother to dress before they got back in their boat. We watched them sail off towards, we hoped, their first session of outdoor sex.
Melina and I had been sharing the bed in the master bedroom with Gwen and Kurt since our second night. Our last night together, it was understood that Melina would fuck Kurt and I would fuck Gwen. We did it side-by-side on the bed, and made it last as long as we could. All four of us had great orgasms. It was good being so close to Gwen and Kurt that we could swap partners comfortably. None of us have regretted it.
Melina and I haven’t been nude with Sandy and Jack since that week in Tennessee. Sandy found another job and Jack became baseball coach at a small college. They had two kids.
The year after our trip to Tennessee, Kurt’s father retired, turning the company over to Kurt and Gwen. Kurt’s parents moved from Cleveland to a house on Captiva Island, about two hours’ drive south of where Melina and I live. Gwen and Kurt visit his parents at least twice a year. They always add at least a couple of days to their trip to come up and visit us. We take them to Caliente and sailing with Lucy and Mark. When we are together, I only fuck Gwen and Melina only fucks Kurt. We’ve agreed that, practically, I’m married to Melina and Gwen and Kurt is married to Gwen and Melina. It has been a wonderful relationship for all four of us.