8 comments/ 25625 views/ 4 favorites Walter Celebrates National Nude Day By: CarBuffStuff Middle-aged man exposes himself. In celebration of National Nude Day a middle-aged man takes it all off to make his point. Well, today was the day. It was now or never. Mrs. Crabtree our nosy neighbor was out front, as usual, pretending to walk her miserable dog, a toy poodle, as old as she is in dog years, while peeking in everyone's window. I was waiting for her to leave but she was too busy spying and she'd be out there for a while hoping to see or hear something she shouldn't. The woman has no life but for everyone else's business and I'm sick and tired of her snooping. What the Hell? Here goes nothing. I figured I'd finally give her something to gossip about by giving her something to see. My routine is to get my morning newspaper, that is, after I find where the Hell the paperboy tossed it, before relaxing with my morning coffee in my easy chair. Brazen and full of confidence, I opened my front door and waved my hello to my spying neighbor. "Hi, Mrs. Crabtree, how the fuck are you?" "Well, I never," she said with her mouth gaping open and her eyes bulging out of her head. "Hi ya, buddy," I said to the dog taking a few steps forward and leaning down to pet the mangy beast. Not remembering his name, I wanted to call him shit head because that's what he does all over my front lawn. "Grrr!" The dog wasn't very friendly nor was my nosy neighbor, but what else is new? The two deserved one another. I never saw more of a perfect match of a pet and its owner. With their gray curly hair, they even looked a little alike. "Get away from my dog, you foul, dirty man," she said literally running across the street while turning to leer at me. Gees, had I known that this is all that it takes to get rid of my nosey neighbor, I would have done this a long time ago. I never saw the old bag move so fast since that day, Earth Day, when they were passing out free flyswatters for every can of bug spray. The type of person who would take anything, as long as it was free; when everyone else was surrendering their full cans or barely used cans of bug spray, she surrendered her empty can for a free flyswatter. Even though she appeared to be shocked and embarrassed, she got a good look at me nonetheless because she kept turning and staring as she ran. To be honest, I felt good about opening up, taking it to the next level, broadening my relationship with my neighbors, and bonding closer to the natural beauty of my neighborhood. 'Ah, life is good,' I said to myself for no one to hear while stretching and yawning on my front lawn. "Have a nice day, Mrs. Crabtree," I called after her while waving as she ran. "Watch out for that car. Stop, look, and listen before crossing is my motto. That's what I always say. That's my rule. One can never be too careful when crossing the street." 'Screech!' Damn, the car just missed her and her mangy mutt. The driver of the car was staring over at me instead of watching the road. Who the Hell is out at this hour of the morning? Oh, that's Sheila, the President of the PTA driving that car. The neighborhood men call her SS Sheila for short skirt Sheila because she never wears anything else but short skirts to show off her sexy legs. Admittedly, she does have nice legs. "Hi ya, Sheila," I said giving her a big wave, as she banged a U-turn, slowed, and stopped her car in front of me. I looked down peering in her car and wasn't disappointed to see her skirt was raised up just below her panty line. Damn, it was erotically exciting to see that much of her shapely thighs. "How are you? You almost got Mrs. Crabtree," I said laughing while pointing over at Mrs. Crabtree's house. "Actually, Walter," she said smiling while puffing up her hair with her hand and staring. "Who would have blamed me and who would have cared?" "Bye Shelia," I said while sharing her laugh. "Give my jealous regards to Marion," she said ogling me. "It was nice, uhm, to see you. It was nice to see all of you, Walter," she said giving me a long leer. I found my newspaper behind a bush, retrieved it, and went back inside my house to sit in my favorite chair, a leather recliner that was positioned in front of my big, bay window. "Ah, life is good or will be soon when everyone in the house awakens," I said to myself again, while stretching and yawning. No sooner had I opened my newspaper when my daughter, Tricia, and her hot friend, Kathy, came downstairs looking for breakfast. I looked at my watch and it was not even 8am. After a late night out, they were up awfully early. Ah, I wish I was young again. At my age, if I have one too many beers, I sleep until noon and then wake up with an awful hangover. Now, my daughter is a good looking woman, but my daughter's friend, Kathy, is an absolute knockout. I can understand why when they are both together, all the guys hit on Kathy instead of my daughter. Why wouldn't they? Who wouldn't? Kathy is taller, shapelier, and bustier than my daughter and has a very pretty face. Not that my daughter doesn't have a pretty face, but she's my daughter and I don't think of her in that way, if you know what I mean. Moreover, Kathy wears the right clothes to show off her shapely figure. Every top she wears shows her abundant cleavage. Now that I think about it, especially since I watched her in a movie last night, Sin City, she looks a little like Jessica Alba. Moreover, Kathy is more personable and a lot friendlier than my daughter is. My daughter is usually a bit bitchy like her mother. Certainly, if I was thirty years younger and single, without doubt, I'd do my daughter's girlfriend. Definitely, Kathy is a hot woman but without the attitude of a lot of other beautiful women. Give her time, no doubt, after being fucked over by men, getting married and divorced, and having a few kids, she'll be as bitchy as the rest of them. Regarding my daughter though, I have no idea why she's so miserable. If she's such a bitch now, I can't imagine what she'll be like later in life after she's had a reason to be bitchy. Maybe, it's just that she doesn't have a boyfriend and needs to get laid. Without doubt, she takes after my wife instead of me. After a night out partying and drinking, Tricia invited Kathy to sleepover rather than drive home drunk. I so wanted to pretend that I didn't know she was sleeping over and peek in the guest bedroom to see if she was sleeping naked, but I was still up watching television when they got a ride home stinking of booze and giggling. I imagined walking in Kathy's room naked and standing there in the dark while watching her masturbate in her sleep. I imagined my penis reacting to the naked sight of Kathy sleeping naked while masturbating. I imagined Kathy reaching out her hand in her sleep and taking my cock in her mouth, as if she had been masturbating over the thoughts of me, an older man, her girlfriend's father. Hey, it's my sexual fantasy. I can fantasize whatever I want and if I'm going to have a sexual fantasy, it may as well be a good one. Still, nonetheless, it was an exciting fantasy to imagine Kathy sleeping in the guestroom naked while masturbating and thinking of me, no doubt. Actually, I'm sure she didn't sleep naked in the guestroom and masturbate over me or even think of me. It's just a sexual fantasy that I enjoy imagining whenever I see Kathy. She's so hot and she makes me so horny. Her ass is first class and the way she walks and talks is so seductive. I'd give my right arm to fuck her. "Hold on to the sink, Kathy, because I only have the one arm to keep you steady and to keep you from banging your head against the tile wall," I imagined saying to her. Honestly, I had forgotten that she was even here, kind of, well, not really, but I was delighted, excited actually, to see her again. I was proud that I still had the obvious aftereffects of my morning woody. Had I remembered we had such a hot houseguest, I may have rethought my plan and not gone through with it. 'Nah!' Minding my own business, I had already made coffee and was sipping my first cup and reading my newspaper while waiting for my wife to materialize from her deep beauty sleep to make me some toast. The older she gets the longer and deeper she sleeps. Obviously, she needs more sleep to rejuvenate her fading beauty. Only, she'd have to pull a Rip Van Winkle to recapture her lost youth. Yeah, I know, I could make my own damn toast, but it tastes better when my wife makes it for me. "Dad! What the Hell?" "Hi, Mr. Wilson," said my daughter's 22-year-old friend and giving me a sexy smile. With that sexy greeting, Kathy made me wish that she was my daughter instead of Tricia. With her great personality, she was such a delight to have around the house. Fully dressed, I wished she had come downstairs in her sheer nightgown or baby dolls. But damn, she was even prettier when she smiled. I imagined running away with her to Bali before imagining stripping Kathy naked, tying her to the bed, and making her do all the naughty things I imagined her doing while giving me that same sexy smile. Damn, she was so hot. Everything about her, the way she looked, the way she moved, and even the way she talked screamed fuck me and fuck me hard. "Mom! Dad has lost his mind," said my lovely daughter yelling up the stairs. "I apologize for my father's lunacy. Eww! I'm so embarrassed. C'mon, let's get out of this nuthouse, Kath. We'll go to MacDonald's for breakfast." "Bye, Mr. Wilson," said Kathy turning to take another long look at all that I was showing and catching me staring at her incredible ass before leaving. "Bye Kathy," I said giving her my best older man smile. God, I wish I could fuck her. I'd give up watching sports, playoff games, World Series and Super Bowls, to spend one hot night with Kathy. Damn, she's so damn hot. I couldn't help but imagine her giving me a good-bye wet kiss while I reached down behind her to feel her firm, round ass before reaching my other hand up to feel her abundant breast while she fondled my cock. "Kathy, Hon," I imagined saying to her. "You forgot to give my cock a good-bye kiss." "You're right. I did. How could I forget such a thing? Please forgive my bad manners. Just let me put on some lipstick." I watched her applying bright red lipstick to her soft, full lips. Then, she leaned down and took my cock in her mouth while stroking me and swirling her tongue around the head of it. "Good-bye to the cock of Tricia's Dad." Oh, my God, my fantasies were running wild with my imagination. "I like your Dad," I heard Kathy say to my daughter, as she walked through the kitchen and out the back door. "He's cool." "Eww," said my love child about her own Dad. Yeah, definitely, my daughter is a bitch. With my luck she'll never marry and will live at home for the remainder of her life with her mother and me. Damn, Kathy made my day hearing her say that, that she likes me and that I'm cool. Who knows, maybe when my wife files for divorce after my National Nude Day antics of today, I may have a chance with her. Tahiti, my tropical paradise of choice, here we come. Back to minding my business and enjoying my early morning alone time, I continued sitting there reading my newspaper and sipping my coffee. It was already a bright sunny day and the birds were singing and a few neighbors were out walking their dogs and mowing their lawns. "Hi ya, neighbors," I said with a wave whenever one passed by my window. Those neighbors, who unfortunately or fortunately happened by my bay window and saw me, put their heads down when I waved my hello. I thought that was not only a rude but also an odd reaction for them to not to acknowledge my friendly hello, especially on this most sacred day of days, National Nude Day. With her hair looking like she slept on her head, my wife, Marion, hurried downstairs while tying her bathrobe sash. Damn, without makeup, this is not the woman that I proposed to and this is not the woman that I married. If I knew she'd look this bad in the morning, I may have reconsidered my matrimonial vow. Instead of dressing in a wedding gown with flowers in her professionally coiffed hair and made up by makeup artists (which is why they call them artists, especially in the case of my wife), people should appear at the altar as they do when they first wake up in the morning. Yeah, there'd be fewer divorces and fewer marriages for that matter, if we guys knew up front what we were getting into. "Good morning, Honey Bunch," I said giving her my best Nude Day smile. "Walter! What the Hell is going on? Why was Tricia yelling? She woke me up and it's a good thing she did. I'm late. I'm going out to the nursery to buy flowers with—" Then, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes to take another look at me. "Walter! What the Hell are you doing? We have a houseguest." "We had a houseguest," I said with a snicker while wetting a finger to turn the page of my paper. "She just left with our sweet daughter out the back door." "Not to mention your daughter is home from college. How dare you? What is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind?" "Lost my mind? No I haven't lost my mind. This is the sanest I've felt in years. Actually, no longer inhibited by the confining conventions put upon me by a puritanical society, I finally feel free," I said putting my coffee down and my paper aside to yawn and stretch my naked exposure to the full delight and pleasure of my wife. Okay, maybe delight and pleasure are the wrong words, annoyance and displeasure are better word choices, but I did expose my penis to my wife, nonetheless. Maybe, hopefully, she'll get the hint and take me upstairs and fuck my brains out of my twisted mind. "Confining conventions? Puritanical society? Have you been drinking at this hour of the morning?" "No, dear, I'm not drunk. I'm just finally lucid," I said reaching over to take a sip of my coffee. "The strongest elixir I've had is Starbuck's French Roast and it's just the thing to perk up my insight." "I can see that more than your insight is perked up. Where's your modesty? Have you no shame? Put that thing away for God's sakes. It's too early in the morning to see that." "Too early in the morning? We used to always do it early in the morning," I said hoping she'd agree to a quickie. "Yeah, well, I'd rather just have some coffee than to be exposed to that thing," she said pointing to it in the way she points to fish that has gone bad. "Suddenly, I feel violated," she said with a look as if she just had taken a bite out of a sour pickle. I couldn't believe what my wife of 25 years was saying. Imagine my own wife saying that she felt violated by seeing my cock. Mrs. Crabtree didn't feel so violated. She was looking, albeit as she was running away. And Sheila took a good look long at my cock. There was no violation with Sheila. Further, up the evolutionary scale was Kathy. By her stares and sexy smiles, she liked, I dare say, enjoyed seeing what I was showing. Yeah, baby! Violated my ass, I'd like to violate your ass right now to show you what it really feels like to be violated, you bitch, I mean, my sweet darling. I could feel my wife, Marion, burning a hole in my newspaper. I peered up over my paper to see her eyes steaming and her face reddening. She was hopping mad. I haven't seen her as mad since she missed the big Macy's day sale when she was home sick with the flu. "My modesty, my shame, and my inhibitions have since been replaced by my freedom. On this one national day of nudity, I feel one with the Earth." "You won't feel so free when the police arrest you for indecent exposure. And where did you get that newspaper?" "Where did I get the newspaper?" I knew what she meant, but I just played dumb. She hates it when I do that. "The paperboy delivered it, Sweetheart." "You know what I mean, you ass. Did you go outside to get it...like that?" She pointed a stiff index finger at me, as if she was pointing me out in a courtroom. "Yes, that's him, Your Honor," I imagined hearing her saying at my trial for indecent exposure and lewd behavior. "That's my crazy husband. He exposed himself to my daughter and her friend." "Of course, I went outside. How else could I get my damn paper? It's beautiful out, there's a cool breeze and the birds are—" "You didn't." "I did, indeed." "Oh, God help me," she said making the sign of the cross. "Did anyone see you?" "See me? No, of course not, that is, so long as you still consider Mrs. Crabtree as being a nosy nobody. Oh, and Sheila said to say hi." "Oh, my God, Walter, how could you embarrass me like that? You exposed yourself to Mrs. Crabtree? Of all people, she'll broadcast it over the entire neighborhood. And Sheila saw you, too? She'll tell everyone at school." "Well, I guess that explains why Mrs. Crabtree ran home dragging her little dog, shit head, behind her. And I don't think Sheila will say anything to your fellow teachers. She liked what she saw too much, if you know what I mean," I said with a wink and a chuckle. Marion stormed out to the kitchen, poured herself a cup of coffee, returned to the living room, and sat across from me staring and steaming. She sat there sipping her coffee without saying anything for a few minutes, but I was ready for her. I could just feel her staring at me. She was livid. "Why are you naked?" "Why am I naked? I should ask you," I said looking up at her. "Why aren't you naked?" "Please don't answer my question with a question. Just answer my damn question, Walter Wilson." She hasn't called me by my full name since I crashed my truck...in the driveway...into her car...after I had been drinking. Still staring at me, she persisted. "Why are you naked?" I'll never forget it. "Walter Wilson," she said that day running out in her nightgown. "You totaled my car." "It's just a little bump for Christ sakes," I said. "When you see in the morning light, it will be nothing." Yeah, that little nothing cost me the price of buying her a new car. "Why am I naked?" I did it again, answered her question with a question before answering her question with another question, just to piss her off. She didn't have a lot of patience when she just woke up, especially before having finished her first cup of morning coffee. "Yes, why are you fucking naked?" "Don't you know what today is?" "Yes, of course, I do. Today is Tuesday, July 14th, the day that I commit you to a mental hospital for losing your clothes along with your mind," she said. "Today is National Nude Day," I said putting the paper aside and raising my arms over my head. "It's okay to get naked today and to feel the air tickle your pubic hairs." "National Nude Day? What the Hell is that? Walter really, there's no such holiday," she said searing my pubic hairs with her stare. "You're just making that shit up to suit whatever agenda you suddenly have today to justify your perverted behavior in exposing yourself to our neighbor, my co-worker, our daughter, and her friend. Go upstairs this instant and put on your clothes." I reclaimed my newspaper and pretended to read. I didn't even have to look up at her to know what she was doing. I could feel her watching me reading the newspaper and sipping my coffee. "I'll get dressed after you have sex with me," I said finally after a thoughtful pause. "What?" "You heard me," I said looking at her over my paper. "I said I'll get dressed after you have sex with me." "I'll not have sex with a crazy man." "You'll not have sex with any man crazy or sane," I said snapping open another new page of my newspaper. "You haven't had sex with me in three long, frustrating years. If there is a reason why I've suddenly lost my mind, it's because you haven't had sex with me." I stiffened my newspaper, along with my resolve. "It's your fault that I'm sitting here naked. Yeah, that's right, you have no one else to blame but yourself for me sitting here naked." Walter Celebrates National Nude Day "I, uhm, I haven't been in the mood for sex. You know that. I told you that. It's hormonal, you know that," she said, as if apologizing to me. Yet, I wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. Oh, no, not this time. We've been down this road too many times before. This time I was calling her bluff and playing for all the marbles. "Yes, I do know that. We've had this conversation several times before. I also know is that you were supposed to see the doctor and have him prescribe hormones for you to take." "And I told you that not everyone can take more estrogen supplements because of the cancer risk. You don't care if I die...of cancer?" There it is; the guilt card. Only, I was ready to trump her move with all the cards I've been holding and waiting to play. Definitely, Walter was going to win this hand and the game. "Sex aside, Marion, we're not even intimate and affectionate anymore," I said folding down my newspaper. "I can't recall the last time you kissed me, the last time you gave me a hug or took my hand. You never compliment me, as I do you. I can't remember the last time you teased me or looked at me with love in your eyes." Holding back a tear in my attempt to look hurt, I looked at her with all the love that I could muster while waiting for her reaction and when none came, I continued. "We go nowhere. We do nothing. Where has the romance gone, Marion? Answer me that. Everything is about this house and about work and chores. It's time we had some fun. It's time we did something together." I couldn't believe all of that came out of me. Way to go, Walter! I was proud of myself for unloading and clearing the air, yet, again. Hopefully, this time it will make a difference. Hopefully, this time she'll change enough to accommodate me at least once a month in renewed sexual relations. Yeah, baby, Walter is going to get laid. "I can say that about you, too, Walter. You don't touch me either." I don't touch her? This woman is the crazy one and not me. I'm always groping her. There's not one time when we pass one another in the hall that I don't grab her ass or feel her tits. Whenever I walk up the stairs behind her, I always lift up her skirt and feel her round, firm, panty clad ass. And I'm always coming up behind her when she's leaning over the sink and humping her while fondling her tits. When we sleep, I spoon her and put my hand between her legs or on her tit, until she rolls over and shoulders me away. How can she possibly say that I don't touch her? I don't remember the last time she felt my cock or even saw me naked, that is, before this morning. She's the one who doesn't touch me. "I try touching you, Honey, but every time I touch you, you complain I make you too hot, and not the kind of hot that I hope you to be. You complain it's the hot flashes that don't allow you to cuddle in bed." I set the paper aside to confront her. "I can't live like this anymore, Marion. I'm horny. I need affection. I need sex. I need to cum." She remained silent while sipping her coffee and I felt the tide turning in my direction. Then, she looked up at me and gave me that look; you know the look, the green light look, the one she used to give me when it was okay for me to feel her breast at the drive-in movie. I figured she was going to relent and fuck my brains out upstairs before leaving me to go to the nursery. "Would it help you if, you know, I went down on you?" "A blowjob?" "Yes," she said. "You want to give me a blowjob?" Actually, the more I thought about it, a blowjob would work right about now. I could feel Marion's breasts while thinking about Sheila wearing that short, sexy skirt that stopped just before her crotch or I could pretend my wife was Kathy sucking my cock. Then, she said it. "I mean, I don't have the time to blow you right now, but I could do that for you when I get home, later, after my sister leaves." Yeah, sure, a blowjob would be great about now, especially with the fantasy of sexy Sheila and my daughter's girlfriend, Kathy, still fresh in my mind. Having Marion suck my cock would have softened my resolve to continue this fight of her not giving me any sex, but I wasn't doing all this just for a lousy blowjob...later. I was shooting for all the marbles with this naked confrontation and no way was I settling for just a blowjob after three, long, frustrating years of living like a monk or a prisoner in solitary confinement without being allowed a conjugal visit. I'm fucking horny and Walter needs to cum. "A blowjob is not going to sexually satisfy me for another three years, until we have, yet, another argument, the same argument we've been having for years, Marion. As my wife, my lover, and my friend, I need you to be more intimate and affectionate with me. I need to feel that I'm still important to you in your life and that you want me and love me." "I do love you, Walter." "Then, prove it. Have sex with me right now, a quickie. We can—" "This isn't the time to have this conversation, Walter. My sister is due here any minute and I'm not even dressed. I have to get ready. I'd be embarrassed for her to see you like...Christine! What a surprise?" Marion looked at her sister and then at me before turning to look back at her sister. Oh, oh, I forgot that Tricia had left by the back door leaving it unlocked. This is priceless. My sister gets to see me celebrating National Nude Day. There's nothing like a bit of nakedness to bring the family closer together. "Hi, Sis," said Christine to her sister while looking at me. "What are you doing here? And you brought your friend Michele, how nice," said Marion putting her coffee down and getting up from her chair in a feeble effort to block her sister from seeing me. "Let's all go in the kitchen, shall we?" Then, she looked at me and growled sternly. "Not you, Walter, you stay here." Suddenly, I felt like a dog, a very bad dog. Bad Walter! Sit Walter! Stay Walter! I picked up my newspaper and positioned it to cover my nakedness. Marion tried to escort my sister Christine and her friend to the kitchen. Only, Christine hung back a little with her hot friend, both of them took a look at me without saying anything. Oh, yeah, I shocked the shit out of them. "What am I doing here? You invited me to go with you to the garden shop this morning," said Christine looking from Marion to me and back. "I knocked on the backdoor, but I guess you didn't hear me. I turned the knob and walked in. It wasn't locked. Hi Walter," she said giving me a little wave while giving me more of a prolonged sexual stare this time. Gees, my sister Christine is a little vixen, I had no idea. Definitely, she's a MILF, but I didn't know she was a sexy mama, too. Oh, yeah, I'll be masturbating later while fantasizing about her any her sexy friend, Michele. "Hi Christine," I said smiling and nodding my hello to Michele. "Hi," I said to Michele. This was my first time meeting Michele and she was a very attractive. Normally, I'd be embarrassed sitting in the living room naked while entertaining company. Normally, I'd never be sitting downstairs in my birthday suit for any reason, especially in my hot, leather recliner. Only, this wasn't a normal day. This was National Nude Day and while celebrating it, I was finally making and taking my stand. There was no way that I was backing out now, no matter how exciting, I mean, humiliating it was for me to be here naked in front of my sister and her hot friend. "Hi," she said giving me a sensual smile, as a blush of warmth reddened her cheeks. Man she was pretty. Definitely, I'd do her, as well as my sister, for that matter. I'd do them both, one at a time or together. They were both hot. Fuck, I was so horny and sitting here naked wasn't helping. With the erection that I suddenly had, my newspaper was a feeble attempt to cover my naked sexual desire for them, but my sister-in-law had already seen what I was showing and hoping she'd see. "Nice cock, Walter," she said as soon as Marion left the room for the kitchen with Michele still turning around and peeking before finally giving me the eye. As soon as my sister said that, as soon as she looked at me in that sexual way, I imagined her swiping her tongue across her lips, but she just stared. Still, the fantasy of having sex with my sister-in-law played through my mind. In an instant, I imagined her kneeling down between my knees and taking my cock in her mouth while I fondled her breasts. "Nice cock," I imagined her saying while looking up at me and stroking my prick and before taking it in her mouth. She had bigger tits than Marion. She was a definite C cup and Marion was a B cup. She was a couple inches taller than my wife and weighed about 20 pounds less. I should have married her, the younger and hotter sister. Had I married her, I wouldn't be sitting here naked and sweating in a leather recliner while feeling horny and giving my sister a cheap flash of my hairy balls and semi-erect cock. I suddenly felt like such a pervert, but I didn't care. Today was National Nude Day and today I was celebrating while taking my stand. "Thank you, Christine," I said moving my newspaper up a bit higher to give her and her hot friend a better look at my manhood package. I had never flashed my cock to anyone before and it felt good to do it now. Her friend Michele didn't say anything. She just stared. The first time having met her, her look made me wonder what she was thinking. I could feel my cock swell a little more with their stares and I couldn't wait to jerk off later while imagining them staring at my cock and replaying Christine telling me that I had a nice cock. It felt wildly erotic that they were both staring at my cock. For sure, after showing my cock to Mrs. Crabtree, our neighbor, Sheila, my wife's co-worker, Kathy, my daughter's sexy friend, and now my sister and her hot friend, Michele, I'll have a lot to jerk off about later. So far, this National Nude Day celebration is a big success. "Bye Walter," said Christine still staring. "Bye Christine. Bye Michele," I said moving the newspaper away from my cock to give them one, last, good look. "Bye Walter," said Michele looking only at my cock. "You know," said Christine stopping and turning for one last look. "I wish Chuck was more adventurous like you." "You do? Adventurous? How so, Christine?" "Well, Chuck would never sit in the living room naked while his sister and her friend paid his wife a visit," she said with a sexy laugh. "That's adventurous bordering on hot, sexy hot," she said while fidgeting with one of the buttons on her blouse. "If my sister wasn't such a stuck up, I'd get naked and join in you." "You would?" "Yeah, I have no false modesty. If it wasn't for Marion, I'd strip off my clothes and join you. After all, we've known one another long enough to share a few hours of nakedness. It isn't like were going to have an affair and run away together. It's just two mature adults bonding without wearing clothes." "Thanks Christine. I like how you think," I said staring at her fingers fidgeting with her button while hoping she'd unbutton her blouse and flash me her tits. "Fuck what your sister would think," I said while feeling both my brains anticipating Christine stripping off her clothes. "Get naked with me, Christine. What the Hell? You only live once." Show me your tits, I wanted to say, but didn't. I didn't want to spoil the moment by being crass. "I can't," said Christine looking towards the kitchen to see if Marion was listening. "I really want to, Walter, but I can't. Besides, I don't think my husband would understand. He doesn't share my lack of modesty. After accidentally flashing the paperboy, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man, he's jealous and doesn't want me exposing my body to other men, anymore, especially not to my brother." "Well, give my regards to Chuck, then," I said. "He's a lucky man to have someone like you." Resigned to celebrate the holiday alone, when she failed to unbutton her blouse and join me naked to celebrate the holiday, I reluctantly bid her my farewell. Christine turned and disappeared in the kitchen, but I could still hear them talking. "Marion," said Christine. "Why is Walter sitting in the living room...naked?" "Naked? Don't be silly. He's not naked, not really, not technically, not even officially. It's, uhm, National Nude Day. He's, uhm, just celebrating the holiday, is all. Yeah, that's what he's doing, he's celebrating," she said with a nervous smile. "You know my zany Walter. He loves to celebrate the holidays," she said with a forced laugh. "Celebrating the holiday? Yeah, well," said Christine, "he doesn't dress up as Santa for Christmas or as the Easter Bunny for Easter," she said sharing a laugh with Michele. "He doesn't celebrate those holidays in the way that he's celebrating National Nude Day now," she said with another dirty laugh. "You have to love a man who loves the holidays," said Michele with a sexy laugh. Damn, she was another hot one. Suddenly, I imagined her and my sexy sister returning to the living room and slowly stripping off their clothes. "Happy Nude Day, Walter," I imagine them saying in unison. "We decided to get naked, too." "I must admit, though, he's played the drunken turkey at Thanksgivings Day dinner a few times; I'll give him credit for that," said Christine. "Yet, I had no idea he was so into National Nude Day." "Yeah, well, you know Walter, impulsive and full of unpredictable fun," said my wife with a voice full of sarcasm. Then, I couldn't believe what I overheard Christine say next to her sister and I imagined Christine unbuttoning her blouse in readiness to run in the living room naked. "Now that I know today is National Nude Day," she said while I listened literally hanging off every one of her words. "The holiday makes me want to strip off my clothes, run back into the living room, and celebrate the holiday with—" "Don't," said Marion. The last time Marion said 'don't' in the same way that she just said it was when I wanted to post some candid naked pictures of her on the Internet that I had taken when she was drunk after coming home from a CFNM show. Damn, that was a hot night, her 40th birthday. She must have imagined that I was someone else, a male stripper, in the way that she was sucking my cock. "Don't" my wife said with a handful of my balls after I had turned on the computer in readiness to post her naked photos. I could imagine the look my wife was giving her sister, the same look she gave to me, in the way Marion said that one negative word to her younger sister. I imagined the confrontational leer that Christine must have received from her big sister was enough to stop her in her tracks and button the button that I imagined she just unbuttoned. My cock throbbed and ached over their sexual confrontation over me. It took all the self-control that I had not to get up and walk into the kitchen without my newspaper and give my sexy sister and her hot friend a Happy Nude Day hug while rubbing my naked cock against their tummies, but I knew my wife would hit me with the hot coffee pot. It's too bad Marion was home. It's too bad Marion was such a wet blanket, especially when it came to sex. I suddenly wondered what would have happened if Christine and her hot friend happened by when I was home alone and sitting in the living room naked while celebrating National Nude Day. I imagined how better my National Nude Day celebration experience could have been with their getting naked with me. "Hi, Walter," I imagined Christine saying to me as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. "May we join you in celebrating National Nude Day with you?" "Well, normally, Christine, I prefer celebrating National Nude Day alone, but I guess I could make an exception just for today. What the Hell? Sure, that's what nude day holidays are for, to bring friends and family closer without the restrictions that a puritanical society has put upon us with shame, modesty, inhibitions, and clothes. By the way, there's an old tradition in celebrating Nude Day." "What's that, Walter," I imagined Christine asking me. "Allow me to show you," I said turning her around and bending her over and plunging my cock deep in her pussy. "Oh, let me celebrate the tradition, too," I imagined Michele saying while waiting for her turn with my cock next. I imagined watching Christine and Michele having hot Nude Day sex with me when my wife's foghorn of a voice interrupted my sexual fantasy. "Why don't you and Michele wait outside for me? I, uhm, just have to throw some clothes on and then we can head on over to the garden shop to buy those plants," she said. "Yeah, sure," said Christine taking the hint and waiting out in her car with her friend. I could hear Christine and Michele from where I was sitting in the living room. They left the way the came, out the back door while giggling like teenage girls. I wish I could have heard what they were saying. I wondered if they were saying anything about my cock. "Walter Wilson, I don't have time to continue this insane discussion with you now," said my wife with her feel shoulder width apart and her hands on her hips, "but I shall expect you to be dressed by the time we get home for lunch." "Maybe, if you don't want me to embarrass you further in front of your sister and her hot friend, you should have lunch out somewhere." "Hot friend? You think Michele is hot?" "I'd do her," I said looking at my wife over my newspaper. "I'd do your sister, too, if I could. I'd do Michele and Christine together. At this point in time, with the level of horniness that I feel, I'd even do your mother." "Walter! Enough! You're such a pig." "I'm horny Marion. I'm fucking horny. I need to cum." "Jerk off, then," she said. Marion stormed upstairs, put her hair in a ponytail, threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt, and was out the door within five minutes. "You bet I will," I said. "And it won't be over you," I added. "We're not done talking about your lewd behavior, Walter," she said storming down the stairs and shaking a scolding finger at me. "You've managed to humiliate me by not only flashing Mrs. Crabtree and Sheila your penis but also flashing our daughter and her friend and now my sister and her friend your cock. Have you no decency? Have you no shame? Where is your modesty? How dare you?" "You have no one to blame but yourself, Marion," I said snapping my paper open to stiffen it to attention. "You forced me to do this. You should have given me what I asked you to give me. You should have given me what I want. You should have taken me upstairs and given me sex. If you had, we wouldn't be having this discussion right now." Marion stormed out of the house slamming shut the backdoor just as the front doorbell rang. Marion, Christine, and Michele were still sitting in the car in the driveway talking, laughing and/or gossiping, whatever it is they do when they are together. Figuring Mrs. Crabtree called the police; I opened the front door with my newspaper strategically placed. It was Marion's mother, Phyllis, my mother. "Mom, what a surprise," I said dropping my paper by my side to give her a big bear hug. I could feel my semi-erect cock poke her soft belly and it felt good. With all of this female activity in the house, I now had a pretty good erection. "Since you're not wearing any pants and underwear for that matter, Walter, I know that's no roll of quarters pricking my stomach," she said looking down. "Walter, I had no idea how glad you are to see me," she said with a laugh while still staring down at my semi-erect cock. "My daughter is a lucky woman," she said finally looking up at me and making eye contact. Walter Celebrates National Nude Day "Thank you, Mom," I said looking down at my cock and then looking up at her still staring at my cock. If only Walter was as lucky, I thought to myself. Now, unbelievably, my mother was giving me the eye. I couldn't believe that first my wife's co-worker, Sheila, gave me the eye, then my daughter's sexy friend, Kathy, then my sister-in-law, Christine, and her hot friend, Michele, and now my mother-in-law just gave me the eye. I may be onto something with this Nude Day celebration thing. I just may be celebrating this holiday every year. I could just imagine my family, friends, and neighbors wanting to join in the celebration, too. "Don't go near that house?" "Why not? That's Walter Wilson's house." "Don't you know what day it is?" "Other than July 14th..." "Today is Nude Day." "So?" "Walter celebrates Nude Day." "So?" "He sits in his recliner naked waiting for unexpected family, friends, and neighborhoods to ring his doorbell." "Eww! Thanks for the warning." At this point in time, I was so horny that I'd do Marion's mother. I was hoping my mother would take the hint of my erection, take things in hand, and wrap her hand around my cock and stroke it a little. Certainly, without doubt, I could use a little release right about now. I could use a hand job. In her early seventies but looking younger, married young and to the same man all of her life; I wondered if my mother sucked cock. Hey, what the Hell? I was horny and any port in a storm. As soon as I thought that I imagined my mother falling to her knees and taking me in her mouth. With incestuous thoughts of my mother-in-law blowing me while I felt her D cup boobs, I'd give anything for her to suck me off, doing what my wife, her daughter, has neglected to do. Suddenly, I imagined lifting up my mother-in-law's skirt, bending her over by the front door and doing her right there while Mrs. Crabtree watched and fingered herself. "Is she home?" "Who?" "My daughter silly," she said with a laugh. "Your wife, you goof." I felt her hand brush by my cock when I released her from my hug. I couldn't believe it. My mother just touched my cock. I couldn't believe that she touched my cock and in the way that she touched it, I didn't know if she did it accidentally or on purpose. I had goose bumps with the thoughts of her touching me again. It felt good when I felt her hand brush by it and it suddenly filled me with desire for her. Her hand briefly touching the side of my penis made me wonder if I had made her horny. Suddenly, again, I imagined my mother taking my cock in her hand and giving me a hand job. Damn, this parading around naked in front of my neighbor, my wife's short skirted co-worker, my daughter, my daughter's sexy friend, my young sister-in-law and her hot friend, and now my mother-in-law was making me so horny. I couldn't wait to go upstairs and jerk off. "If you turn around and walk towards the driveway, Mom, you can catch her and Christine. Michele is with them, too. They are heading to the garden shop." "Oh, okay, thank you, Walter," she said giving my cock one last look of approval. "May I ask you a question, Walter?" "Of course," I said putting a hand to my hip and standing there proudly with my legs shoulder width apart, as if I was fully dressed. I could feel my cock twitch with my sexual desire for my mother. I saw Mrs. Crabtree peeking out her curtain from across the street and gave her a wave and then I saw Sheila doubling back and slowly passing by my house. I gave her a wave, too. "Have you been drinking?" "Drinking? Of course not, no, it's only 8am. The strongest drink I've had is coffee, French Roast." "Then," asked my mother while looking down at my cock, "Why are you naked?" "Naked? Why am I naked? Actually, I'm not naked, not technically. I'm in costume. I'm celebrating the holiday, of course. I should ask you the same, only why aren't you naked?" "And which holiday is that, dear?" In the way she asked me that question made me feel as if I were a mental patient in a nuthouse. She wasn't so far from the truth, as I was a bit crazy after not having sex with my wife for three years. "Why, today is National Nude Day," I said taking a step forward, pressing my cock against her stomach again, and giving her a hug with one hand feeling the back of her bra and the other resting on top of her round ass. I so wanted to move my hand further down and cup her ass cheek while sliding my other hand around to feel her big tit. "Why don't you strip out of those clothes and we can celebrate the holiday together," I imagined saying to my mother. "Here, allow me to help you get undressed," I imagined saying while unbuttoning her blouse and reaching behind her to unhook her big bra before exposing her massive boobs. "Well, happy National Nude Day, Walter," she said pulling away from me. "Thank you, Mom," I said, but wanting so much to say, why not celebrate the holiday with me by getting naked. Then, I couldn't believe it when she did it again. Her hand brushed by my cock again, only, this time it was slower and felt more deliberate. Okay, maybe it was my imagination. Maybe it was accidental because by this time I had a full standing, straight out erection. Only, I didn't have time to react. She left closing the door behind her and maybe it was for the better that she did. Otherwise, in my horny state, who knows what I may have done and regretted. Certainly, I would have pulled her by her wrist and put her hand on my cock. Definitely, I would have felt her big breasts and who knows what else? Marion came home earlier than expected. I figured she'd go to lunch, but she bought her plants and had her sister drop her off. She was still in a huff. I figured she was still upset over me being naked and exposing myself to everyone. Certainly, as I had hoped, I knew she wasn't feeling horny after seeing me parade around naked and being witness to others seeing me naked. "You're home early," I said. "I was hoping you'd be dressed," she said putting her plants on the table before dropping her shoulders in surrender. "Dressed? Why would I be dressed? My Nude Day celebration has only just begun." "Yet, after being married to you for twenty-five years, why would I think you'd suddenly regain your senses and your clothes? I knew you wouldn't be dressed. You were probably hoping that I'd invite my sister, her friend, and my Mom inside for lunch. I'm glad I didn't invite them in for lunch. I'd be mortified for them to see you naked." "Actually, I'm a bit disappointed you hadn't," I said muting the TV and mindlessly flipping channels. "I was hoping we all could celebrate National Nude Day together by getting naked together. I'd love to see your mother's big breasts." "In your perverted dreams," said my wife making another sour face. "That's even gross for you to admit to me, Walter. You're sick. You're a sick man, Walter Wilson." "Besides, I thought you were going out to lunch," I said. "I was too upset to eat," she said giving me a sad, but still angry look. "Why are you doing this to me?" There's the guilt card again. "I told you," I said. "I'm staying naked until you have sex with me. Think of it as a protest, a naked sit-in, if you will. And it's not all about you. It's about how I feel, too, neglected and sexually frustrated. I'm horny Marion." "Walter," she said with her hands in her lap and talking to me, as if I was her son instead of her husband. Boy, I could imagine that conversation. Mom, why won't you give me sex? "It's time you faced reality. We are old, too old for sex. We don't have the sex drive that we used to have. You're a 55-year-old man, Walter. No one wants to have sex with you anymore, not even me. Get it through your thick skull. Sex as you knew it, is over." That hurt when she said that. My wife no longer wants to have sex with me. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe she actually said that. I'm not too old for sex. Plenty of women would want to have sex with me, I bet. If only there was a way that I could prove it to her and to show her that I was still attractive and desirable to women. Only, my naked Nude Day demonstrated was beginning to feel like a lost cause. "You don't want to have sex with me?" "No, not really, I don't. I'm sorry, Walter, but the magic and the romance, I'm afraid is—" The telephone interrupted her thought. "I'll get it," I said glad for the interruption. I needed a chance to clear the hurt and the disappointment from my mind. I'm too young for my sexual life to be over. Suddenly, while getting up and walking over to answer the telephone, I thought of all those Viagra commercials that I've seen on television with the good looking models. Then, I thought of the Cialis commercial with the couple sitting in separate bath tubs on the beach and in the field, whatever that means. Finally, I thought of smiling Bob in that Enzyme commercial. The men in those commercials were all about my age. They are all not too old for sex. "Hello? Oh, hi? How are you? You do? Wow? Yes, of course, I'll be glad to give you a hand. I'll bring my tools. When? Right now? Okay, sure. Bye." "Who was that?" "That? That was Michele. She asked if I could come over and fix a leaky faucet." "Michele? You don't even know her. You met her for the first time today. She has some nerve," said Marion giving me a dirty look before a dark cloud of realization reddened her face. "A leaky faucet my ass," flashed Marion. I haven't seen her as angry since she was denied an increase in credit on her credit card. "A faucet is not what she wants unplugged, or in her case, plugged, if you know what I mean." She shot me an angry look. "If you take one step out this door, Walter, I swear—" The telephone interrupted her again and again I was glad for the interruption because I really didn't want to listen to her tirade that made me feel sexually undesirable. "Hello? Oh, hi. He's not home? H's working all day? That's too bad. Of course, absolutely, it would be my pleasure. No, I don't mind at all. Sure, no problem. I'll be right over." "Who was that?" "Your sister wants me to help her move something." "Move something? Move what?" "I dunno," I said with a shrug. "She didn't say. I imagine it's something too heavy for her to move alone." "She wants you to move her no doubt to the bedroom." "Marion, really, you think very little of your sister." "I know my sister better than you do, Walter. She's a slut. Besides, why doesn't she ask Chuck, her husband, for his help to move whatever it is she needs moved?" "He's not home. He's working. She said that he won't be home until late." "Oh, no, buddy boy; you're not going over my sister's house naked. I know what my sister is like and I assure you that—" "Assure me what, that she's nothing like you, a cold and frigid bitch?" I couldn't believe I said that, but she hurt me when she said that she no longer wanted to have sex with me. "What are you worried about? You just said that no one wants to have sex with a 55-year-old man, not even you." Again, the telephone rang and again I was glad for the interruption because we were just about to get into an argument. "Hi, how are you? Oh, you poor thing. Yeah, I know a little about cars. Sure, no problem. I can take a look at it. I'll bring my cables." "And who was that now?" "Tricia's friend, Kathy, wants me to jump start her car." "Jump start her car? Jump start her car, my ass. Jump start her, you mean." Marion's eyes were flashing with anger. "I mean it Walter Wilson, if you leave this house to go over to Michele's house, my sister's house or to Kathy's—" Again the telephone interrupted her. "Hi, how are you? You did? Sure, of course, I can give you a hand with that. My pleasure. No problem at all. I'd be happy to do that for you." "Who was that?" "That? That was Sheila." "Sheila? Are you kidding me? What the Hell does she did she want with you?" "She wants me to hold the ladder while she puts boxes in the attic." "Hold the ladder? Is she serious or delirious? Hold the ladder my ass. I've never seen that woman wear anything other than a short skirt. She wants you to hold more than a ladder while you're looking up at her panties or knowing her, her pussy because she probably doesn't even wear panties, the slut." At this point, I was laughing inside. I couldn't have done this any better had I planned the whole thing. I couldn't believe it when the telephone rang, yet, again. "I'll get this," said Marion in a flash of anger. "Hello? Who is this? Mother? You were? What? Walter? You saw Walter naked? No, he can't come over," said Marion standing stiff with her hand on her hip. "Mother! Really! Act your age!" "Gees, Marion, you hung up on your mother." "Yeah, well, it seems she has a leaky faucet that suddenly needs fixing, too." Suddenly, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye outside the bay window. It was Mrs. Crabtree peeking in our house. "Look Marion, there's Mrs. Crabtree and she's dressed to kill. She's wearing that dress she wore to her daughter's wedding years ago. She fixed her hair and is even wearing lipstick to walk her dog. She keeps looking over here and waving." Marion walked over to the bay window and snapped shut the drapes. "These women ought to be ashamed of themselves. What is wrong with them? They are all sluts." "Well, unlike you, I guess there are lots of women who find me young enough and attractive enough to want to have sex with me, especially on National Nude Day. Perhaps, after they saw my penis they realize what they've been missing." "Okay, let's go." "Where're we going?" "Upstairs. All this nudity has suddenly made me horny. I need you to fuck me before I blow you. It's time that I celebrated National Nude Day with my husband." "Can I pretend you are the farmer's daughter and I'm the traveling salesman? We haven't played that game in such a long time and you know it was my favorite." "If you feel you must, Walter, to get off. Admittedly, it is a better game than the nurse and doctor or the biker and waitress games."