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His Favorite Birthday

By: ClaudiaInColumbus



For some people, birthdays can be a pain, at least after a certain age. When you're young, you look forward to birthdays. They're another step towards maturity and the privileges that go with adulthood. It's a positive event. 

For most people, 29 is the turning point. After that, birthdays can just be another reminder of unfulfilled plans, lost opportunities and missed potential.

If the birthday is divisible by ten, it can be especially traumatic.

Ross didn't do birthdays well, never had, no matter what the number. His wife Kate had learned to be gentle with him, don't make a big fuss, and certainly no parties or public acknowledgement of the anniversary. Good birthday sex always helped, but even that was usually just salve on the wound.

She started thinking about doing something special almost a year before he faced his next decade marker, trying to come up with some way of making him really enjoy his birthday for a change. It wasn't until February that she came up with the beginning of the idea.

While at a friend's house, Ross was looking over the latest Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. Kate noticed that he was particularly enamored with the body paint section. For some reason, the thought of these beautiful women being naked, but not appearing to be completely nude struck something in his psyche. 

He pored over the pictures a long time, looking closely, holding them up to the light at different angles, intrigued by the basic concept. Later, Ross had even asked Kate if she would let him paint her up like that some day. He was thrilled that she didn't immediately say "NO!" Actually, she was already thinking about that exact idea.

During a Girls-Night-Out dinner a month later, she mentioned her plan and asked four of her closest girlfriends for more suggestions. Bridget knew Ross best and suggested "Nudity. Female nudity. And lots of it. How about taking him to a nudist camp for the day?"

"Ooh, not a bad idea," said Kate, pondering the concept for a while. "But I think he'd appreciate a more intimate setting for his birthday. You know, just close friends."

Jody quickly added, "Oh, so you were hoping that us four would all prance around naked for him just because it's his birthday?"

Kate stammered, "Well, kinda. Not really. Maybe just help me out here. It should be no real big deal. You've all been naked in our hot tub. He's seen you, and you've seen him. Well, everybody but you Tonya."

Tonya squirmed, looking uncomfortable and didn't say anything right away. She had a reputation as a bit of a prude, but she didn't think of herself that way. But Kate's request actually got Tonya momentarily picturing herself standing naked in front of Ross. Not with the other four women. By herself. She had her reasons.

Ignoring Tonya, Kate continued her plea to the three other women, "We could all meet up for the weekend at our cottage. The lake is beautiful at that time of year. There's golfing, wine-tasting, we could do some shopping. C'mon, it'd be fun. And if we could work in a late night skinny-dipping episode or something for Ross' benefit, I really think it would help take the sting out of his birthday. You gals wouldn't mind that, would you?"

But Bridget and her husband already planned to be out of town that weekend, Jody had a nephew's graduation, and Marge was scheduled for the city tennis tournament. With only Tonya available, Kate immediately wrote off that idea.

Until Tonya said, "Pat and I could make it. And I would be willing to go along with anything you have planned."

The other four women all looked incredulously at Tonya. Kate was the first to call her out, "What? I'm stupified. I mean, you're more than welcome to come up for the weekend. But you mean that you're willing to participate in anything, and I mean anything that I set up? You? Tonya?"

"Well, not anything," Tonya quickly responded. "I mean, I draw the line at being photographed, or swapping spouses or anything downright immoral. But I'd be comfortable being naked in front of you and our husbands. Why does that surprise you so much?"

Jody was the first to butt in, saying, "Tonya, during our ski trips, you've never been in their hot tub naked, even when Kate has declared a 'girls-only' session late at night. You still wear your bathing suit. I can't imagine you playing strip poker or whatever else Kate has in mind."

"Ooh, strip poker. That's another good idea. I hadn't thought of that." Kate continued, "Tonya, I'm very appreciative of your offer, but you've got to admit this probably isn't your cup of tea. Thanks anyway." Then she dropped the issue.

Tonya was actually a bit miffed. She didn't think she deserved the prudish reputation that all four of her friends had so obviously laid on her. So, the next day, she called Kate, wanting to set the record straight. "I was serious about coming up to your cottage that weekend, and if it's just the four of us, I want you to know that I would be willing to flash a little skin for Ross' benefit. In fact, I'd be willing to flash a lot of skin, and if the mood was right, I'd be glad to show everything I've got. So why does that surprise you so much?"

Kate stammered, more than a little surprised at the offer. "Is this really my friend Tonya? The one who never participates in skinny-dipping, hot tubbing or flashing? Why are you making a complete reversal of character for this one? Please don't get me wrong. I really appreciate your offer. I really do, and if you're serious, I would love to take you up on it. Either way, you and Pat are invited up for the weekend." 

Laughing, Kate added, "Should I be reading something else into this? Like, do you and Ross have something going on behind my back?"

Tonya laughed back. "No, I can assure you, I am not having an affair with your husband. But of all the guys in our group of friends, I have always liked Ross the best, and he is the one of them I would feel comfortable being naked in front of. To be honest, and I won't name names, but one of the other guys has always struck me as a bit creepy. But you can tell by the way Ross looks at you when you're flashing or something, he seems natural about it. Just the smile on his face says it, and he doesn't stare at your breasts, he actually makes more eye contact than anything else. You can tell he's more than appreciative, but he's cool with it."

Kate was still shocked by this revelation, and she wanted to pin down Tonya on exactly what she would be willing to do. "So let me get this straight. You're willing, let's say, to play strip poker in a well-lit living room if it's just you and Pat and me and Ross? You're prepared to sit there naked for more than a few minutes if you lose quickly? And let's take it even further. You'd be willing to walk naked out to the lake at dusk, do a little skinny-dipping, and then get in the hot tub, naked the whole time?"

Tonya hadn't exactly pictured it playing out exactly like that, and she pondered this 'worst-case scenario'. She quickly decided that she wouldn't mind it. Actually, she found that it might even be enjoyable. "Yes," she answered, "I would."

The Big Day

The day of Ross' birthday dawned warm, clear and with just a little breeze at their cottage on a lake in northern Michigan. As usual, he got up an hour or so before Kate, and he decided to get in his exercise before it got too hot. He got dressed and headed out for a bike ride for a couple of hours.

All through the bike ride, he tried to convince himself that he didn't feel older, but he could already feel the birthday malaise settling in. He told himself that it was all mental. It was just another day, nothing special. He pushed himself to go faster than his usual pace to prove to himself that he still had it.

Almost home, just as he was within sight of his driveway, he passed their lovely and charming neighbor Rita out walking her dogs and he slowed to say hello. She immediately said "Happy birthday. Kate told me this is your big day," which was exactly that Ross didn't need at that moment. Instead of making his usual flirtatious conversation with Rita, he thanked her politely and headed down his driveway.

He put his bike in the garage and walked inside the main house. He could hear Kate in the kitchen, apparently emptying the dishwasher, so he veered into the room to talk to her. 

He was more than a little surprised when he saw her standing there, stark naked. "Holy shit, you're not wearing anything," was his first comment. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" 

All of a sudden, the day was looking a bit brighter.

They were alone at the lake house, at least until that evening when Pat and Tonya were due to arrive. But still, Kate didn't walk around nude very often, even if it was almost 80 degrees just after nine o'clock. Ross leaned against the counter and admired her as she walked around the kitchen putting away dishes. 

She gave him a hug, and said, "I've got a few things planned for you today. Nothing really big, but you should enjoy yourself." He was enjoying himself already.

He watched her as she walked out onto the deck and shook out a couple of rugs. She seemed very comfortable as exposed as she was, but they both knew that the thick foliage on either side of the house prevented the neighbors from seeing anything and there was little chance a boat would go by on the lake. 

He grabbed a glass of orange juice and sat down in one of the big deck chairs. He was disappointed when she went back inside, but she quickly reappeared with her beach towel, which she spread out on the deck chair right next to him and lay down.

She made a big production of stretching out, arching her back and then pulling her legs up over her head. She warned him, "Don't get too excited. I'm just loosening up." Ross thought to himself that she looked great, and he said so.

They talked for almost a half hour, long enough that they both seemed to forget that she was naked. Finally, the telephone rang, and Kate went back inside to answer it. It was Pat, and she didn't hand the phone over to Ross right away. She talked to him for quite a while, walking around the deck naked. Ross was thinking that Pat would really enjoy this conversation if they had videophones. 

She finally handed the phone over to Ross. After that, she could only hear his half of the conversation, which went, "Yeah, thanks. Yeah, we'll see you tonight. When are you going to get here? OK, we'll make dinner reservations for 7pm. Until then? I don't know, Kate says she has some special activities to keep me entertained. Well, it should be good, she's been walking around naked all morning so far. Yeah, I'll bet you'd like me to put her back on the phone. What, Tonya knows about this? What is it? She wouldn't tell you? Oh well, I'll find out soon enough. Yeah, I'll take pictures for you. Yeah, check your email in a couple of minutes. OK. See you soon. Bye."

Kate feigned being indignant, "Why did you tell him I was walking around naked? He didn't need to know that."

Ross laughed, "No, he didn't need to know. But he sure appreciated hearing it. He even offered to drive up here right now. And you seemed to be enjoying talking to him as you were walking around here naked."

Kate blushed. She liked flirting with Pat. She'd never do anything more than flirt and maybe once in while let him see her naked, but she'd do that whenever she could get away with it. Ross liked to have her show off, so she could easily rationalize any such nudity. And later this evening, she fully intended to let Pat in on the show. She figured that Pat would reciprocate, and Kate wouldn't be shy at looking over his big, tall body.

Kate went back inside and Ross followed. "So, what are all these activities you have planned for today? And why does Tonya know so much? I can't imagine her being involved. Heck, she might be the biggest prude amongst all our friends. She's not involved, is she?" 

Kate answered, "Go take a shower, clean up and we'll get started on the surprise. It's warm enough already, so we can begin. Like I said, it's nothing really big, so don't get so excited. And the reason Tonya knows is that I told the girls the other night at dinner that I was going to make your birthday 'special', that's all. Do you seriously think that Tonya would participate in anything racy? Hah! That ain't gonna happen, is it?"

Ross nodded in agreement, chuckling to himself that even for an instant he had thought that Tonya of all people would be involved in anything that could be considered racy.

He peeled off his bike shirt and shorts and tried to give Kate a quick hug, hoping to press his naked body against hers. But she jumped back, saying, "Get away from me, stinky, sweaty man. Go take a shower, shave and come back out here. Take your time. It's still early in the day. Relax."

He obeyed.

When he returned, Kate had set up the camera on top of the tripod, with a big plastic sheet and some towels spread out in front of the big sliding door that opened out to the deck. There was a box with some small jars in it, some small paintbrushes, a couple of old beach towels and two old swimsuits. He wasn't sure what Kate was up to, but he liked the look of this already. "OK, what do we get to do?" he asked with a big grin on his face.

Kate laid out her plan, "You get to use these body paints and paint a swimsuit on me, and you get to take pictures of your artistry. Then, I'm going to go out and lay around at the end of the dock. Eventually, I'm going to jump into the lake and wash it off, but we'll see how long that takes. First, let me go over the ground rules. I am going to be the one to download the pictures on my laptop. Then I'm deleting the originals. These are not going to become public in any way, shape or form. I'm going to select one or two pictures that I will let you have. Of course, those will probably be of the final artwork - don't think I'm going to give you one of the first pictures where I'm completely naked. Of course, you already have more than a few of those, so that shouldn't be any big deal. So let's get started."

From the broad, gaping smile on his face, Kate knew he was thrilled.

She continued, "I want you to take a few pictures of me before you get started, and then I want you to take a picture every few minutes. I'll tell you now, I'm going to try to make something like a time-lapse video. I can't promise it will work, but let's see how it comes out. Let's start with a couple of pictures in poses that I've already got planned. So start clicking away."

Ross gleefully complied, and took some front and rear pictures of his wife, buck naked with her arms stretched over her head. Then she had him take a couple more with her apparently trying to cover up, holding her hands over her breasts, and in front of her pussy. He was real curious what that was all about. She told him not to get too excited, saying it had to do with the time-lapse video, and she wasn't sure was going to work.

But he was getting excited. Slowly but surely, she could see the bulge in his shorts getting more noticeable. 

When he started painting, he first brushed on a microscopic g-string, with only a quarter inch wide stripe of burgundy colored paint front and rear. He had to use his hands to push apart Kate's glutes to keep the brush strokes from dabbing paint on her tight little butt cheeks. In front, the thin stripe didn't even cover her pubic hair. But it was his day, and she was going to let him do whatever he wanted. Using the camera on the tripod, he snapped pictures of her front and rear, topless, wearing only the scant g-string as she stood in the same pose as before with her arms stretched over her head.

Kate felt herself getting aroused and hoped that she didn't get too wet, lest her excitement mar the bathing suit bottom he was so carefully painting on her.

Next, he made the g-string a little more modest, but not much, adding just a bit more burgundy paint in the front and rear. More pictures recorded the progress. A very small top was painted on next, with one square inch patches covering her nipples and thin strings connect them over her shoulders. Once again, he took pictures of her front and rear.

Within a few minutes, the swimsuit had become a normal looking bikini, covering a bit more of her breasts, about half her butt and all of her pubic hair. Ross had taken his time and fondled her gently as he painted the bottom half of her full breasts. Kate's only complaint was that the brush tickled her.

She stopped to take a look at herself in the full-length mirror in the master bedroom. She turned and pirouetted and they both admired his artwork. Kate was surprised at how she really did look like she was wearing a bikini. But the air she could feel gently moving across her skin told her she was completely naked. If she looked closely, she could make out her nipples and pubic hair, and her butt was definitely well defined. But the darker shade of burgundy paint made it difficult to see anything. She was convinced that more than a few feet away, you couldn't tell the swimsuit was just paint, even if you knew.

Over the course of almost an hour, the swimsuit slowly took shape, and each step added to the one-piece model that Kate had in mind. They must have taken fifty pictures total by the time Ross had finished adding details, accents and some dabs and stripes of other colors here and there for contrast. Kate tried to hold the same pose for all the pictures, with her arms stretched over her head, giving a close-up view of every inch of skin on her body.

When he finally declared it finished, they both went back to the mirror for final inspection. She turned and stretched, trying to see herself from every angle. She thought it looked great, even better than she had hoped. It wasn't as detailed as the Sports Illustrated versions, but then again, she didn't think she was in that league anyway. 

As if he was reading her mind, Ross surprised her just then by saying, "You look even better than the pictures in SI." Even if she thought he was just saying that to be nice, that comment still meant a lot to her.

He inspected his artwork and she let him look her over closely. He spent more time checking out her breasts, butt and pussy. She enjoyed the attention he was giving her body, so much so that she felt herself getting wet again. She noticed that he had to be fully erect, judging from the bulge in his shorts. 

He was surprised when she said, "Now it's my turn."

"What do you mean?" was his startled response. "Aren't we going out to the dock for an hour or so?"

"Not until I've painted you. I've decided you need to have your black bicycling shorts painted on," she said as she started to unzip his pants. He laughed as his shorts fell to the floor, and she reached inside his briefs and pulled out his fully erect penis.

"And that's why it won't work," he said. "I can't go out there with a raging hard-on. In fact, I'll probably have to wear my briefs under my swim trunks so that I'm not completely obvious. Look at me. Look at how excited you've got me. I can't go out there like this. No matter how much black body paint you put on me, I'll still look obvious. I could even get arrested. I'll have to lie on my stomach the whole time."

"Don't worry," Kate said, "I thought this out long ago. But first, I need some pictures of your fully erect cock for my collection. Maybe I'll even put them on my iPhone. My girlfriends always share snapshots of our men when we get together. They'll really appreciate it because now I'll have something to show next time."

Ross' eyes widened. He knew she was just kidding. At least, he was pretty sure she was kidding. She was kidding, wasn't she? After all the pictures he had taken of her over the years, he had no choice now but to stand there and let her click away.


His Favorite Birthday: The Next Day



Author's Note: This story is intended as a follow-up to my earlier story "His Favorite Birthday" under the topic "Loving Wives". You'll see why I reclassified this one. 

*

The morning after his birthday, Ross had quite a vodka-induced headache, but he was smiling as he made the coffee. Maybe it was more like smirking. The day before, his wife Kate had given him one of the best blowjobs he had ever had, a sloppy but very satisfying hand job, and fucked his eyes out. He absent-mindedly rubbed his penis and noted that it was actually a little bit sore.

The fact that their friend Tonya had done a little strip tease for him was certainly icing on the cake, birthday or otherwise. For a prude, she had certainly stepped out of character. The surprising part was that she hadn't seemed overly nervous or self-conscious about taking off her clothes right in front of him. It was almost as if she was enjoying it. He had committed to memory every second she had been naked, right there in front of him, and it had been for over an hour. He never would have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

"She's always been one of my favorite women friends", he thought to himself, "she's so pretty, great face, smile and eyes that sparkle, easy to talk to, smart and funny. Now I can add the mental image of her naked breasts, hips, thighs, butt and pussy to that picture, and I will certainly remember that for the rest of my life."

No sooner had he poured his first cup of coffee, he heard his wife Kate coming out of the master bedroom, humming to herself. She was in a good mood already, so that bode well for the day. 

"So honey, whatcha got planned for me today?" Ross asked. "Can you top yesterday?"

"No way. Your birthday is over. You'll have to wait another year, at least, maybe more," she replied.

"So, I gotta know. How in the hell did you talk Tonya into all of that? She was the last of your friends, I mean our friends, that I would have thought would participate in that kind of thing. I always thought of her as more than a little prudish. Bev, Jody, anybody else, maybe. But Tonya? Never in a million years. What did you promise her? How did you talk her into it?"

"Relax," Kate said. "It wasn't that big a deal. She just took off her clothes in front of you. It wasn't like she agreed to spouse-swap or anything. In fact, she made it quite clear that she didn't want any pictures, and there wouldn't even be any mention of swapping or anything sexual."

"Well, that never even crossed my mind," Ross replied, but the faraway look he suddenly got in his eyes told Kate he was certainly thinking about it right now.

"So you enjoyed that, huh? Who else in my circle of friends would you like to see naked? You've seen Bev a bunch. You've even seen Gwen a few times, and I think she's almost as prudish as Tonya." Kate moved close to Ross and looked up into his eyes. "And would you like to sleep with any of them? Who would be your first choice?"

"You," was his quick reply.

"Right answer," Kate shot back. "Seriously, if you could have sex with any of the women we know, even women from work whom I don't know, or other places, wherever, who would it be?"

"OK, in this fantasy world, do I have your permission? And are you sleeping with her husband, or is this just a one-sided affair?"

Kate mulled it over for a second and said, "To make this simple, let's say you have my permission, and I am not sleeping with her husband, and he and I won't even know of your little tryst."

"Hmm. Hmm. I guess my answer is still you. I like making love with you. I like how hard you come, and I know all the tricks to get you there. I'm not sure I could perform with another woman."

"Liar!" Kate laughed, but she hugged him harder and rubbed her body against his, enough that she could feel his penis begin to harden. "Mmmm, all this sexy talk seems to be working." She slipped her hand down into his pajama pants and took hold of his cock, feeling it stiffen quickly, causing him to shudder slightly. "Wanna have some morning sex right now, right here in the kitchen?"

But before Ross could answer, they heard steps coming down the stairs, and his buddy Pat bounded into the room. Ross laughed, and had to turn against the cupboards to hide his bulging pants, silently cursing Pat's timing. 

Pat went straight for the coffee pot and didn't notice. "So, Kate, how did you ever talk my wife into getting that wild last night? As long as we've been married, I've never seen her get like that. She was like a different woman. What did you put in her drink, and how can I buy a lifetime supply of it? And, if I may say so, she even kept me up late into the night. We needed that, so I thank you."

"Nothing, I did nothing," Kate said, "Except maybe help her release her inner tigress." All three laughed heartily.

"No, seriously," Pat continued, "how did you ever talk her into it?"

"It's a long story, but suffice it to say that I kind of shamed her into it by intimating that I thought she was a real prude."

"Which she is," said Pat, "and I should know, better than anybody in the whole world."

Ross had recovered and turned to face the other two. "Well, I am glad I was there to witness it all. And believe me, I witnessed it all. She has an even better body than I would have guessed, what with all the baggy, loose-fitting clothes she usually wears. She sure could strut her stuff if she wanted to dress the right way."

"Well, maybe this is Tonya V2.0 we're witnessing this weekend," suggested Kate.

"I can only hope so," Pat shot back. "It would certainly make things better around our house."

"OK, enough of that," Kate said, obviously trying to change the subject. "What do you have on tap for today?"

"I'm going fishing, and real soon. Down to the Pere Marquette River, looking for rainbows and steelhead," Pat said. "What about you two?"

"I'm going to go shopping in town, but I'll probably wait for Tonya to see if she wants to go along," Kate said. "Oh, and I have to take the trash and recycling to the dump."

"Oooh, big time plans," Ross snickered. "Me? I'm just recuperating today. I'm just going to sit at the end of the dock as long as it takes for me to feel better." 

Pat packed his fishing gear and was off, promising to be back by about 4pm. Ross went out to the deck and lay down on a chaise lounge in the morning sun. Kate ate a little breakfast and putzed around the kitchen until Tonya came downstairs about 11am. "Whoa, it's almost noon," Tonya said. "I guess I needed to sleep, huh?"

"Yeah," Kate smiled, "based on all that noise we heard from the upstairs last night, you might have gone to bed before midnight, but you and Pat didn't actually get to sleep until much later." 

Tonya blushed and looked at her nervously, "You didn't actually hear us, did you?"

"Relax Tonya. You've turned over a new leaf, remember? Besides, Ross and I were out on the dock having our own fun, and I've got a story there. Don't worry, you have nothing to be ashamed about. I hope you don't have any regrets, because it was you who made Ross' birthday special, not me. He even mentioned it this morning."

Tonya looked even more nervous. "Oh no, he didn't really, did he? Oh, I'm starting to think that I should never have agreed to all of this. How can I look him in the eye again?"

Well, you're about to find out," Kate said as Ross walked in the door from the deck.

"Tonya! How are you doing today?" Ross was positively beaming, and it immediately caused Tonya to relax. "I'm so glad you and Pat made it up here for my birthday. Otherwise, it would have been just Kate and me, and we can be pretty boring."

"Well," Tonya said, "I hope I didn't embarrass myself last night. You two might be used to partying like that, but it's a bit new for me."

Ross tried to reassure her by saying, "Thank you for making my birthday so memorable. It was truly an honor to have you and Pat here. I'm glad you came."

Tonya looked at him closely. There was no leering or anything lewd or lecherous about his expression. He wasn't staring at her breasts like many guys do; he was looking her right in the eyes. He seemed sincere and there was definitely an appreciative tone to his voice. She suddenly felt sexy again, just like last night. This weekend was the first time in a long while that she had felt that way. She was coming to the realization that she liked that feeling and wondered how often other women got to feel that way. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Ross refilled his glass of orange juice and said, "My headache is just about gone, so I think I'll make it. It was nip and tuck there early this morning. Pat must have been OK because he was out of here about an hour ago. Do you think he might actually bring back something for dinner?"

Tonya replied, "No, he always does catch-and-release. Says it's more humane and doesn't deplete the fishing stock. I think it's just an excuse so he doesn't have to admit he didn't catch anything."

After Ross went back out to his chair on the deck and the girls had the kitchen to themselves, Tonya asked, "So Kate, what's the story you have to tell me about being out on the dock last night?"

"Oh boy, where do I begin? Let's just say that Ross and I were at it hot and heavy out there at the end of the dock, and I have to admit I was probably making enough noise to wake the dead. We thought we were alone until we figured out that our neighbor Ruth was on their dock with her friend. I'm sure they got a great show. I'm surprised they didn't give us an ovation when we walked back to the house."

Tonya asked, "What were they doing out there at that time of night? And they couldn't have seen anything, the moon had set, and it had to be pretty dark by then. I know I could still see pretty well when we were skinny-dipping and climbed up on the raft, but that was a couple of hours before when the moon was up."

Kate explained, "Well, they've got these night-vision binoculars that they use to look at the stars. They really are amazing. You look at the Milky Way and what seems to be a cloud to the naked eye, you can tell that it really is millions and millions of stars. We've been over there a couple of times on clear and starry nights and gotten to use them. Maybe I should ask her if we can borrow them tonight, because they really are fascinating. Anyway, if you use the binoculars to look around you, not up in the sky, it really does make it look like it's daylight, and it zooms in on the details too. We didn't know that Ruth and her friend were out on their dock until one of them dropped the binoculars. You could hear the two of them giggling quietly, like they knew they were busted. And Ross said he saw the little reddish infrared illumination light pointing straight at us, so it was no accident. They were definitely looking at us. Funny thing was that as soon as Ross knew we were being watched, he came, and he came hard. I think he got overly excited at the voyeur aspect of the situation."

"So how long were they watching you? Do you know?" Kate was surprised that Tonya seemed so interested.

"We had been out there for quite a while, and we would have heard them walk out on the dock, so I figure they were there the whole time. I'll have to ask Ruth. She'll tell me. I just saw her out in her yard, so maybe I'll go over there right now. Want to come?"

"No, I don't want to get in the way of your conversation," Tonya laughed. "You can probably get more details if you're alone. So go ahead without me."

"OK, suit yourself. I'll be right back," Kate said as she headed out the door.

Tonya walked out on the deck and sat down on the other chaise lounge chair near Ross. She thought he might have fallen back to sleep, but he immediately turned to her and smiled. "So how are you feeling this morning?" he asked.

"I'm fine, but I didn't have as much to drink as you and Pat," replied Tonya. "It may have seemed like I had lots to drink, but I didn't. I was actually relatively sober all night."

"Really?" Ross looked at her. "I would have thought that it would have taken a lot of alcohol to get you so, how should I say, uninhibited. Yeah, that's a good word - uninhibited. So, if you don't mind me asking, what the heck got into you? Please don't take this the wrong way, because I truly appreciate being the beneficiary of it all, but it seems a little out of character for you. Really, I really do appreciate you and Pat coming up here for my birthday, and you personally made it really very, very special. I hope that doesn't come out in a lecherous nature, but it probably does. Oh well, I'll stop babbling now."

Tonya blushed and smiled to herself. Ross was actually flustered. She was the one who should be embarrassed. She was the one who had done a little strip tease routine for him in a brightly lit room. Of course, at that point, he had been the first to lose in the strip poker game and was already naked. But, like most women, she was usually more selective and careful when it came to nudity. She thought to herself, "Why is that? Guys will get naked at the drop of a hat. Why are we women so concerned with covering up? We spend so much time and money buying clothes and make-up, when men would simply appreciate less of both."

She sat back in the chair and continued mulling over the topic in her head, "Why exactly did I do all of that rather risque stuff last night? How did Kate talk me into it in the first place?" Tonya knew that she had her reasons. It started when Kate accused her of being a prude. Tonya was actually a little hurt by that assessment. She didn't really consider herself a prude, and it was sort of a shock to hear that apparently everybody else did, especially to the degree that Kate was making her out to be. 

Tonya actually had other reasons for singling out Ross. Deep in the recesses of her mind, she remembered a number of occasions when Ross had made some of his off-hand, flirtatious comments or when he glanced at her in a certain way or how he flashed that just right kind of smile that made her feel sexy, desirable and beautiful.

Ross was never leering or creepy, and he had never came on to her, at least not overtly. He was too much of a gentleman for that. Tonya specifically remembered the previous New Year's Eve party when he had mentioned that he was really smitten by the faux tuxedo she had been wearing. He had made a point to say that her outfit really struck a chord with him, and she noticed he was watching her all night. He had also made more than a little conversation with her that evening, so much so that she felt more of a connection with him than anybody else, even her own husband.

And then there was the time that she caught him openly staring down her blouse as she leaned over the picnic table to get some condiment or something. She had quickly realized that not having worn a bra that day with the loose fitting shirt was giving Ross a great look at her breasts. But rather than leering, he had this appreciative look on his face, she thought it was almost childlike, and she caught herself lingering in that exposed position, enjoying the attention he was giving her. She even made it a point to put the condiment bottle back in the exact same place, just so she'd give him a great second look. Thinking about it even a year or so later, his reaction still brought a smile to her face.

Ross was also the kind of guy who would help out a friend at the drop of a hat. One day, he had helped Tonya repair their lawn tractor before Pat could find out that she had knocked off the muffler by running into a tree. Ross didn't think anything of spending an hour fixing it. After he had finished, she had asked him why he was always so helpful, especially to her. He pondered the question for a few seconds, and he said, "A psychologist would probably have a field day with my deep-seated reasoning, but being a red-blooded, heterosexual American male, it probably is based somewhere in my subconscious desire to sleep with you."

Tonya was initially shocked at the forward nature of his comment. But she quickly realized that it wasn't a proposition; he had simply been making a comment about the inner workings of the male mind. Deep inside though, she kind of wished it had been a proposition. She never would have taken him up on it, but she thought it would have been the highest compliment. She knew he wasn't the kind of guy that would actually push the issue, but somewhere inside, she was secretly pleased that he was even referring to a desire to sleep with her.

"Nothing got into me," Tonya explained. "I was just got caught up in the moment, being spontaneous. I hope I didn't embarrass myself. This morning, when I got up, I was worried that you might not look at me the same way. I mean looking at me figuratively. Not literally. Oh boy, now I'm the one who is babbling."

"You have no reason to be embarrassed," Ross said, as he lay back in his lounge chair, his eyes closed. "In fact, you should be proud. You have a great body. You can tell that you've taken good care of yourself. You are one of the few women I know who still looks great in a two-piece bathing suit. And, if I may say so, you looked great out of the two piece bathing suit."

"Oh come on now, you're just saying that." Tonya didn't believe him, "My breasts are nowhere near as big as Kate's, and my thighs are too big, and..."

Ross cut her off. He opened his eyes and turned to face her. "What is it with you women that makes you so insecure, especially you women who are really gorgeous? It's like the more beautiful you are, the more unsure of yourselves you become. Tonya, you of all people should be holding your head high. Take it from me, because I'm being perfectly honest with you. You are drop dead gorgeous. You have a great body. Your breasts are perfect - ideally shaped, and if I may be so forward, I have to admit that I was particularly fascinated by your nipples and large areolas. I found your breasts extremely attractive, and it was all I could do not to gawk and stare. They're so different than what I am used to. All men like all women's breasts. Size doesn't matter. We are simply grateful every time we get to see them. But another thing, with you personally, what really catches a guy's eyes first off is not so much your body, it's your smile, your face, the sparkle in your eyes. And I say this in the nicest way, but I hope that I get another chance to see you naked again some day."

"How can I take that the wrong way?" Tonya asked, surprised at the graphic detail he was using to describe her. Moreover, she was thrilled that he thought so highly of her.

"I just don't want to seem like I'm coming on to you," Ross said, knowing that deep in the deep recesses of his mind, he probably meant exactly the opposite. He went on, "It's just that you women need to be more self-assured. You'd feel better, and enjoy life more if you were more secure."

They heard a scratching noise and saw Kate coming back from the neighbors through the bushes, with a pair of what looked like binoculars around her neck. Tonya was disappointed. She could have used more of this praise, but she was already feeling better about herself than she had in a long time.

"Oh boy, we're gonna have fun tonight," Kate quickly said. "They're going to Mackinac Island in an hour or so, so they gave me their night-vision binoculars to play with this evening." Ross rolled his eyes, remembering how he and Kate had been spied upon the night before. "Tonya, why don't you come inside and help me with prepping the marinade?"

Tonya got up, knowing full well that this was just an excuse to talk in private. She and Kate went inside, leaving Ross on the deck.

Once inside, Tonya refilled her coffee cup and took a seat in one of the high-backed chairs along the counter. She put her head in her hands and said, "So I've got to know, how much did they see? Did she apologize for being a voyeur?"




His Favorite Birthday: The Next Day



"Oh, quite to the contrary," Kate responded. "She and her friend were very up front about it all, seemed to have enjoyed every minute of it, and made no apologies. Her friend Grace asked if we did that thing all the time. I said of course not. The she even asked me how many orgasms I had. Can you believe it? I had never met her before and she wants to know how many times I came. When I 'fessed up and told her three, which was the truth, she wanted to know if she could borrow Ross one of these days before she goes back to North Carolina. They apparently saw every detail. Of course, sound travels very well over water, so they heard every detail too. I was shocked at how forward their conversation got in only ten minutes. She started to complain about her husband's performance, going into detail about how long it's been since she had even one orgasm with him, much less three. I think they would have liked to carry on talking for a couple more hours, but they had to get packing and on the road. Oh well, they'll be back Sunday evening, and I'm sure we'll be hearing from them then."

Tonya was flabbergasted, "You had three orgasms? That'd be a modern day record for me, although I guess I might have been closing in on it last night. All that exhibitionism sure got me horny as I've been in years. And they wanted to talk about it all? Wow, they are a lot more open about things than I would ever be with a stranger."

"OK then, just between friends, have you ever thought about watching another couple do it? Or how about having somebody watch you and Pat go at it? Along those same lines, which would you rather do, watch or be watched?" Kate asked.

"I guess I never really thought about it," Tonya said, not convincingly. "Well, maybe the thought had occurred to me at some point. Why, how did you feel when you figured out you were being watched last night? Have you ever done anything like that before?"

"No, never," Kate said. "But I have to admit that it turned out to be really exciting, especially for Ross. He was on top when we realized they were watching, so he was much more exposed and he knew it. And I think he figured out pretty quickly from their giggling that it was women who were watching him. If I had thought it was a guy who was watching me, I'd find it much more exciting. Heck, I'd probably like to get on top and put on a show. I've always found it stimulating to have men look at me. What about you?"

"I'm not sure I could do it. Put on a show that is. I might be able to watch you and Ross tonight if that's what you're getting at. Is it?" Tonya asked.

"No, that's not where I was going, but maybe we should talk about that later, after I've had a few drinks," Kate said, laughing. "After last night, Ross would probably jump at the chance. He came so fast and hard, I know he found it exhilarating. I'll bet I can get him to come in less than a minute if you're watching me do something to him."

"No you can't! And you wouldn't, would you?" From Tonya's tone of voice, Kate could tell that she'd probably like to see her try.

Both women's thoughts drifted off momentarily. Kate relived the details of the previous evening. Being spied upon had been exciting, but she knew that Ross had found it much more so. Why was that? Kate quickly came to the conclusion that it had to do with being watched by members of the opposite sex. Would it have been more exciting if it had been Ruth and Grace's husbands staring at her through the night vision binoculars? Definitely so, she decided.

The idea of watching and being watched was also running through Tonya's mind. She imagined herself on the neighbors' dock watching Ross and Kate, their naked bodies intertwined only a hundred feet or so away, clearly visible through the night vision binoculars. The more she thought about it, the more interesting it sounded, especially if she got to see more of Ross.

Then, she pictured the situation reversed, with herself out on the dock, on top, riding Pat, knowing that Ross and Kate were sitting on the deck watching her through the night vision binoculars. She doubted that she'd ever have the guts to put on such a show, but after she thought about it for a few moments, she had to admit that being watched seemed more erotic than just watching. 

Tonya broke the silence, "So for you, what's more erotic, having somebody of the opposite sex seeing you naked, or seeing somebody of the opposite sex naked?"

"Oh definitely being naked in front of a man, rather than the other way around. Don't you agree? Don't you think all women feel that way? " Kate asked.

"I agree," said Tonya. "Like last night, seeing Ross take off his clothes was nice - he's got a great body, and I really enjoyed it. And don't worry, I have no designs on your husband. But I could actually feel myself getting excited when I was taking off my own clothes in front of him. Not so much in front of Pat, because he sees me all the time. But having another guy seeing me naked was definitely more stimulating to me. Did you feel the same way knowing Pat was looking at you? So why do us women feel that way? Guys don't think that way, do they?" 

"No, I'm sure they don't," Kate answered. "Guys would rather see a woman naked. I don't think that they get off at all on being seen. Well, maybe they do. Maybe I should call Ross in here and we can run an experiment." 

Tonya's eyes lit up at the suggestion, but she didn't press the point.

Changing the subject, Kate asked, "And if you were watching another couple? What would you like to see most? Would you only be looking at the guy?"

"Yeah, of course. I'd only be looking at the guy'" Tonya admitted. "I'd probably really enjoy watching another guy besides Pat have an orgasm. Of course, it's been so long for me that I've forgotten what another guy getting off might look like."

"So - and this is a purely hypothetical situation - if I called Ross in here right now and offered to give him a blow job right in front of you, would you get embarrassed and leave the room, or would you stay and watch?" Kate asked.

"I'd watch, if I was invited, but you wouldn't really do that, would you? And he probably wouldn't let you anyway, right?" Tonya was suddenly sitting up straight and looking very interested, and Kate noticed.

"Be careful what you wish for, because I'll do it." Kate poked her head out the door and said, "Hey Ross, a purely theoretical question for you - do guys think it's more erotic to see a naked woman or to be seen naked by a woman?"

Ross thought about it for about a millisecond and said, "Definitely seeing a woman naked. Why?"

Kate continued, "So do guys think it's at all erotic to be naked in front of a woman?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess. I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it. It would definitely depend on the situation," Ross answered. Kate turned to talk to Tonya and closed the door so that Ross couldn't hear their conversation. Intrigued, he got up, walked into the house and asked, "I don't know what prompted those questions, but I like where you're going with this discussion. Can I sit in?"

"Yeah, but you have to take off your clothes, right here, right now," Kate insisted. Tonya raised her eyebrows, enough of a change in her expression that Ross noticed.

"Seriously?" Ross asked, "You really want me to strip right now? If I do, what's in it for me? Will you follow suit?"

"Follow suit, as in 'birthday suit'? How about if I promise to make it worth your while? Tonya and I were just discussing something of this nature," Kate quickly replied.

"Well, I, uh, uh, I, um. That's not exactly how I pictured this," Ross stuttered.

"This is exactly what we want to know. Do you feel excited sexually when a woman sees you naked? So I want you to get naked and tell me how you feel. Do you want me to help you out of your clothes, just like I did last night?" 

Ross drew back into the corner of the kitchen as Kate moved towards him, following Tonya's eyes all the while. He saw her watching him, and he let Kate pull his shirt over his head. He put up a brief struggle as she tugged at his shorts, but eventually, he relented and he was left standing naked, both women sizing him up. 

As their eyes roamed over his body, he could feel his penis begin to swell. Kate quickly noticed it too, and she nudged Tonya, saying, "See? He's starting to get hard." Kate moved in, and took his penis in her hand, and massaged it slowly. "See? He obviously thinks it is erotic to be seen naked by a woman, so we've answered that part of the question."

Ross could see Tonya's eyes running up and down his body, but he did nothing to cover himself up. Kate noticed and asked him, "You like having her look at you, don't you?"

"If you want to put my body on display, I'll let you," Ross said. "You know I like to do that with you. But just remember this when Pat comes back this afternoon. Paybacks can be a bitch."

"OK, we'll worry about that then," Kate said as she moved closer to Ross, letting her hand slide down the front of his body, brushing against his penis. She looked down and could tell he was well on his way to getting erect. "But right now, I've got something else on my mind." 

Once again, Kate took her husband's cock in her hand and rubbed it slowly and softly. With Tonya watching, it didn't take very long before he was as hard and big as Kate knew he would get. She stepped back so Tonya could see everything. Kate looked at Ross and saw he was watching Tonya's eyes, which were focused closely on his erection.

Kate suddenly got down on her knees next to Ross and started to kiss and lick his stiffened penis. His knees buckled slightly as soon as she took him in her mouth, and he moaned with obvious pleasure. "Oh my God, what are you doing? Don't. Please don't. I'm not going to be able to hold back. You're going to make me come. Oh no. Do you realize what you're doing?"

Kate took a quick glance at Tonya, and saw she had her hand over her mouth in obvious surprise. But Tonya was making no attempt to avert her gaze; in fact, she was watching intently.

Kate pushed forward until her lips reached his body. She was taking all of him deep in her mouth, her tongue rolling around the shaft of his penis. Ross started to quiver and shake. She knew he was going to explode soon, real soon.

Ross' eyes darted back and forth between looking at Tonya and seeing Kate sucking on his cock. It was too much stimulus for him, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He felt the orgasm rising within, and it couldn't be stopped. Tonya was going to see him having an orgasm. He was going to come right in front of her, and he knew he couldn't help himself now.

One last look at Tonya, seeing her eyes focusing on him, and he could feel the orgasm rushing upon him. His body started jerking violently as the waves of pleasure washed over him, the spasms ripping through him. 

Tonya watched as his face contorted, his teeth clenched, his eyes rolled back. He let out muted, unintelligible sounds and his hips thrust reflexively as he poured his semen into Kate's mouth. He sank back against the counter, twitching and jerking. Tonya noticed how he grunted and moaned in ecstasy without any sign of embarrassment or being the slightest bit self-conscious. The level of his voice began to subside as his orgasm wound down. Kate was still sucking on his cock, her mouth working expertly up and down the length of his penis, tonguing every last drop of semen out of him. 

Ross' eyes opened again and he looked straight at Tonya. The eye contact caused him to shudder and moan, almost as if he was having a second orgasm.

Tonya couldn't believe she was witnessing all of this. How could her close friends feel comfortable doing this right in front of her? Comfortable? They were more than comfortable; they were truly enjoying themselves. Of course Ross was having a great time; he was still jerking and twitching as his orgasm ran its course. But Kate was looking very proud at being able to bring Ross so much pleasure.

But more interesting to Tonya was her own reaction. She wondered why was she enjoying the show so much? Not even a month ago, she would have been running upstairs in embarrassment. Now, she realized that she had actually loved watching. She could feel how wet she was getting - she knew she was literally dripping with excitement. If she was going to be running upstairs now, it would be to masturbate and bring on her own orgasm.

Ross was still twitching and gasping when he finally pulled Kate away from him. Tonya watched his flagging penis as it slid out of her mouth. It wasn't as big as it had been a few minutes ago, and she could see it glistening in the sunlight coming through the big windows. Tonya watched as one last drop formed at the tip of his cock. Ross squirmed as Kate moved back in and licked it off.

He was spent, leaning against the counter, breathing heavily. Kate looked up at him and he smiled at her, helping her to her feet. "Thank you honey. That was wonderful. You are so good to me. I wish I could make you feel as good as you make me feel."

Tonya couldn't take her eyes off of Ross. There he was, ten feet away, right in front of her, still twitching occasionally as his orgasm wound down, naked but apparently not embarrassed. She saw that he was looking at her, a tired smile on his face.

Kate finally said, "Put your clothes back on and go back to your lounge chair." Ross slowly complied and Kate shooed him back out onto the deck. "And Tonya, I hope you won't tell anybody about this. Even Pat. I've never done anything like this before, so I'm hoping that it will be our little secret. What happens at the lake house stays at the lake house. I hope we didn't embarrass you, but I just suddenly decided to do that. I've never done anything like that before, but I have to admit that I kinda liked it. I seem to have been getting a little crazy this weekend. I'm enjoying it, I know Ross is too, and I hope that you are too. Maybe we have to make it up to Pat somehow."

"No apologies are necessary," Tonya replied, still gaping in amazement. "You could probably tell since I stayed and watched with more than a little interest. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I have to admit that I liked watching. I really liked it. As in really, really liked it. I'm not sure I can reciprocate with Pat, but maybe if I have a few drinks later this evening, I might take him out to the end of the dock and you can fire up those night vision binoculars."

"I'm going to hold you to that," Kate said.

While making lunch, the two women continued to discuss their own sexual fantasies and what was keeping them from acting them out. They found that for the most part, they both basically wanted the same thing - to feel wanted, desirable and sexy. The two women decided that they both deserved to feel that way. The real question was - how to make their men make them feel like that?

After eating, Ross moved to his favorite place in the whole world - the end of the dock. Kate packed the trash and recycling into the car and asked, "Tonya, want to go with me to the dump? We could just drive into town afterwards and do some shopping, or should we save that for later?"

"No, I'm going to sit and nap in the sun for a while. Is that OK, or do you really want some company? Can we save the shopping trip for later?"

"That's fine. Don't worry, I'll be fine," Kate assured her, and she headed out the door.

Tonya walked out to the end of the dock where Ross was sitting, staring blankly out at the empty lake. He looked up and smiled at her as she arranged her beach towel on the other chair. "Well, I guess now I'm the one who should be embarrassed," he said.

"Hey, like you told me earlier, you have no reason to be embarrassed," Tonya countered. "You can tell you work out regularly because you have a great body, and you should show it off more often. Are you the one being the insecure now?"

"Point well taken." Ross answered. "Yes, I probably was. But like you said about feeling that your breasts are inferior to Kate's rather mammoth mammaries, I am not as big and burly as Pat, so I guess I know how you feel."

"Well there's no reason. Like I said, you've got a great body and I have enjoyed every minute of seeing you naked," Tonya said, causing him to blush.

Ross continued, "Well, I guess my point is that being seen naked is one thing. Being witnessed in a full-blown orgasm is a much more, how should I say it - vulnerable, no, that's not it. Open? Maybe. Exposed? Yeah, that's it, exposed position. I've always felt that witnessing another person's orgasm is like viewing into their soul. That's why sex is so bonding. The experience makes you open up and let each other look into your inner nature, your very soul. So you have the advantage over me. Actually, if I was embarrassed, it was because of my performance. I don't have the greatest endurance, even on my best days. I have to admit that you being there was the most erotic, sexy, stimulating feeling that I may ever have had. How long did I last? Maybe a minute?"

Tonya laughed and said, "Kate predicted exactly that. I think it was actually closer to two. I thought you did just fine, so don't worry."

"Well, I just couldn't help myself," Ross tried to explain. "Seeing you watching me was too much. Even now, just thinking about it, and I might have to jump into the water to cool off." He got up and dove off the end of the dock. When he surfaced, he said, "That's better."

Tonya laughed as he climbed up the ladder and toweled himself dry. She rearranged the top of her tankini to expose her stomach to the late summer sun. Ross settled back in his chair and they both stared out at the open expanse of water. 

"It's amazing that on such a great weekend, there's nobody out on the lake. Is it usually like this?" asked Tonya.

"Yeah," Ross replied, "it's a little busier down at the south end by the sandbar, but up here, you can sit out for an hour without a boat going by. In fact, it's so peaceful and quiet here that Kate often sunbathes topless."

"Is that a suggestion?" Tonya chuckled.

"I didn't mean it that way. It was just a statement of fact," Ross said. "But now that you mention it, feel free. I promise not to stare."

Tonya looked around, and feeling reassured that nobody could see the two of them sitting on the dock, she pulled the top of her bathing suit over her head and let it fall next to her chair. She smiled when she noticed how Ross was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, and she felt her nipples getting hard as the soft breeze wafted across her naked torso.

"How long do you think it will be before Kate returns?" Tonya asked.

"It shouldn't take her an hour or so," Ross answered. "So, another thing I've been meaning to ask is why don't you have any tan lines? It looks like you're tanned all over."

Tonya explained, "I'm pleased that you noticed. I have actually been laying out on my deck on my afternoons off, and Kate talked me into it when she came over one warm afternoon this past May. First she got me to lie out topless for a few minutes, just to get over my nervousness. Eventually, it progressed to full out nude sunbathing. See? I'm not such a prude after all, am I?"

"No, you certainly are not," Ross admitted. "I have been pleasantly surprised at how relaxed you seem, especially now."

They lay in the sun, chatting about everything and nothing for the better part of an hour. They were both aware that Ross' eyes kept darting all over the exposed parts of her body, but they both enjoyed it. A couple of times, he found it necessary to roll over onto his stomach to hide the sight of his stiffening cock. Likewise, Tonya could feel a pleasing wetness lingering between her thighs the entire time they lay out in the sun.

Eventually, they heard Kate returning and Tonya pulled her top back on, saying "I don't want her to find us like this."




His Favorite Birthday: The Next Day



"Relax, nothing has happened, unfortunately," Ross reassured her. "She'll probably join us." 

Sure enough, Kate was already in her bathing suit, carrying a cushion and her towel out to meet them at the end of the dock. "So Tonya, has Ross talked you into sunbathing topless yet? Have you told him how you have been lying out on your deck completely naked? You should show him your tan lines, or should I say, the lack thereof."

In response, Tonya laughed. "That's exactly what we had been talking about earlier. And yes, I have been lying out here topless, but your husband has been a perfect gentleman. So why don't you join us?"

Kate arranged her cushion and towel and sat on the edge of the dock. "I think I will. But first, I'm going to take a quick dip. And since I don't really like the feeling of a wet bathing suit against my skin as I'm lying around, I'm going to take it off before I jump in." she looked around and seeing no one nearby, she pulled off her one-piece suit and dove in. When she surfaced, she looked back at the dock and asked, "Why don't you both join me?"

Ross chuckled and quickly said, "OK, I'm in," but he didn't budge.

"C'mon, take off that suit and jump in with me," Kate persisted.

"OK, here I come," Ross said as he finally stood up. He quickly slid his trunks down and Tonya got a great close-up of his bare ass as he dove in. He swam straight to Kate and picked her up in his arms, keeping her floating in the water that came up just below his shoulders.

"C'mon Tonya, join us," Kate pleaded. "The water is wonderful."

But just then, a commotion back up on the deck signaled that Pat had made it back from his fishing excursion. Soon enough, he walked out on the dock and sat in Ross' chair next to Tonya. 

"So, did you catch us some dinner?" Ross asked. 

"No," Pat replied slowly. "I always do catch and release."

"Which means you didn't catch anything, right?" asked Tonya.

"That's right, not even a bite," Pat confessed. "But it was great just being out on the river. I can't imagine having a better time. What's been happening around here? Nothing much?"

Tonya was literally laughing, and at almost the same time that Pat realized Kate was completely naked in the water. "Holy shit, Kate's naked. Ross too?" Tonya nodded. "How long has this been going on? And Tonya, have you been participating?"

"I haven't gone in the water yet. They're trying to talk me into it, but I've been resisting." 

A few seconds later, Pat said. "I'll do it if you do it." He looked around and said, "Nobody but us four for miles around. It'll be just like last night, right?" He took off his shirt, slipped off his shoes and slid quickly out of his pants and boxer shorts. 

Standing naked in the sunlight, he offered his hand to Tonya to help her up out of the chair. As she stood up, he pulled her top up over her head, tossed in on her chair and pushed the bottoms down over her hips until they fell onto the dock. 

They both looked at each other, surprised but inwardly pleased that they were actually standing naked together at the end of a dock in broad daylight. They lingered there, reveling in the freedom that only nudity can bestow.

Kate's eyes were riveted on Pat. He was quite a hunk, and she wished she was closer to him so she could see his body better. She had enjoyed looking him over last night after he had lost in the strip poker game. He was built like a tight end - tall and broad-shouldered, a big burly guy with a trademark bad boy smile. Most women would love to have him wrap his arms around them. Actually, most women would love to wrap their legs around him. 

Another thing Kate found fascinating about Pat was his almost complete lack of body hair. He had a great head of hair, and Kate couldn't take her eyes off his thick patch of pubic hair, but his chest, arm, and legs almost looked like they were waxed or shaved. 

By contrast, Ross had hair everywhere, and the older he got, the more it sprouted all over his body. It was even starting to bug Kate, and she had suggested that he look into laser treatment, especially for his back. But he'd have none of it, "At least I haven't started to go bald," was his response.

Pat dove in and rolled over, floating on his back, passing only a few feet from Ross and Kate. Tonya followed almost immediately, and the four friends frolicked in the refreshing water for almost a half hour. Not being shy, Kate spent more time talking to Pat, standing waist deep with her breasts well out of the water, completely exposed, nipples erect. Pat made no attempt to look anywhere but at her. Meanwhile, Tonya swam back and forth the hundred feet to the raft while Ross was making a futile effort to keep up a conversation.

When a boat was finally heard approaching, the girls ducked down in the water to prevent being spotted. After a day of unabashed nudity, the guys laughed at their attempts at modesty. The boat quickly passed a hundred yards offshore without so much as a look from its occupants.

But that was enough of a close call for Tonya. She swam back to the dock and climbed up the ladder and hurriedly wrapped herself in her towel. Pat chided her and threatened to swim to the dock and drag her back into the water. But Tonya refused, saying "Having you friends see me skinny-dipping is one thing, complete strangers is still another, at least for me. Plus, I'm getting chilled." Without so much as dropping her towel, she slid her suit back on and sat down in a chair.

"Oh c'mon Tonya, that's probably the only boat that will go by all afternoon," Kate yelled. "It's safe. Look, this is how secluded we are," and with that, Kate climbed up the ladder onto the raft, dancing around naked and yelling at the top of her lungs.

Pat quickly swam out to the raft and joined Kate, dancing and whooping, both completely naked. Everybody noticed Kate's large breasts as they bounced up and down as she danced and jumped. Even Tonya laughed, but she couldn't be talked back into the water. 

Eventually, Kate and Pat lay down on the carpeted raft, enjoying the late afternoon sun. Ross swam and lolled in the shallow water for a few more minutes before he joined Tonya back on the dock. They both watched as Kate and Pat brazenly looked each other over. Kate lay on her side, her head propped up on her elbow, her other arm drawn up, playing with her hair. In this position, Kate's pendulous breasts were being pulled upward, displayed perfectly, featured just for Pat's enjoyment. And from only four feet away, Pat was loving the view. He would have liked to lay there all afternoon, looking over this gorgeous, naked woman. He didn't care if her husband and his own wife were watching from only about a hundred feet away. He only knew that the scenery out here on the raft was magnificent.

Kate was in her element. She felt so sexy. Here was this big hunk of a man, looking her over, all of her body exposed to his view and he was obviously enjoying himself. She loved being naked in front of such a wonderfully built specimen of manhood. The thought occurred to her that if she got to have sex with any man alive, even her own husband, she might just pick Pat. He was that good looking and desirable.

Kate rolled over to lie on her back while Pat shifted up onto one elbow. His eyes scanned her from head to toe. "God she has magnificent breasts," he thought to himself, "and what I wouldn't give to have one night with her". He thought of all the women he had fucked over the years, and they were legion, but this woman might be the one he'd like to have the most, at least today. She was so lively, free and uninhibited, almost a polar opposite from his wife Tonya. 

Kate could feel his eyes as they ran over her. She realized he was staring mostly at her breasts, but that's exactly what she wanted him to do. She knew she had great tits, and she loved to show them off at every opportunity. She turned and looked down his body and was surprised to see that his penis was getting noticeably bigger. She felt proud that such a good looking guy was getting excited just by looking at her. She thought to herself, "I wonder if I would be satisfied if I fucked him just once, or would I want more? Could I ever get away with it? Probably not. Too complicated, and it probably wouldn't be worth all the risks. Nice to fantasize about though."

Kate and Pat lay on the raft talking for over an hour in the late afternoon sun. They were both completely dry by the time they looked back at the dock and realized that their spouses were both gone. "They must have gone back in the house. What do you think they're doing? Should you and I worry?" Kate asked, laughing.

Pat laughed back. "Knowing my wife, I can tell you one thing I'll bet they aren't doing."

"I don't know, she's been awfully risque this weekend. She might be taking it one step further," Kate responded.

"Nah, ain't gonna happen," Pat said. "And I'll also bet Ross is taking his afternoon nap, don't you think?"

Kate laughed, knowing her husband's second favorite afternoon activity was napping. Ross always said that a day couldn't possibly get any better if he got to take a nap after his first favorite activity, which of course was sex.

Kate and Pat were both laying on their sides, facing each other, heads propped up, their bodies only three feet away with nothing, not even clothing in between. Pat reached over and brushed his hand along Kate's breasts, his fingers sliding across her nipples. "You have absolutely magnificent breasts," he whispered, as if anybody besides Kate could hear him.

She shuddered, not recoiling, but rather enjoying his touch. She looked back at the dock, and seeing nobody, she looked back into his eyes and said, "Thank you. I truly appreciate the compliment. Maybe in another lifetime we could have done more than just lay out here. But that's all that can happen now. Too much is at stake." She rolled over onto her stomach in a futile attempt to hide. She looked back at Pat and saw that bad boy grin of his and could only think of how much she would like to do whatever he had in mind.

She felt his hand ran down the side of her body, curling up across her butt and slowly massaging the small of her back. She felt the wetness rising between her thighs and she breathed deeply, wanting exactly what he wanted. She looked down his body and could see he was hard as a rock. She wanted so much to reach down and hold him, take hold of his cock, stroke it and feel its firmness. She could only imagine how good he would feel sliding in and out of her wet pussy. But not here, not out in the open in broad daylight, not with their spouses so close by. 

Pat's hand continued down her back, sliding in between her butt cheeks, finally plunging between the backs of her thighs. She felt his fingers probing the wetness between her legs, and she knew she couldn't stop him. She didn't want to stop him. At this point, he could have her right here on the raft, in broad daylight, no matter how easily they could be discovered by their spouses. It was as if she was paralyzed. The only thing she could do was spread her legs. She was his. He could do anything he wanted to her.

Suddenly, they both heard a sliding door, looked up and saw Tonya walking on the deck, headed back out to the dock. 

"Uh oh, busted," Pat said quietly. He rolled off the raft into the water. He surfaced and looked back at Kate, saying, "Let's continue this discussion at a later date."

"Just in the nick of time," thought Kate. What would have happened if Tonya hadn't come outside? Did she see them? Why had she been unable to say 'no'? How much farther would they have gone out here on the raft in broad daylight? The answer to that question was very apparent to Kate - as far as Pete wanted to go. 

She waited while Pat swam back to the dock before she slid into the water. He was talking to Tonya as she approached. Tonya confirmed that Ross was indeed napping, and she pointed out that it was getting time to think about dinner. The shopping trip would have to wait until tomorrow.

Kate took one last look at Pat as he toweled dry. Thankfully, she noted that the cool water had made his erection subside. Then she climbed out, letting Pat watch as she dried off. In spite of the long swim back into the dock, she still felt warm and wet between her thighs.

Both couples disappeared into their bedrooms for almost an hour. All four were smiling contentedly when they gathered for before-dinner cocktails.

The boys grilled the pork tenderloin and hung out on the deck while the women worked inside. "So you and Pat were out there on the raft quite a while," Tonya eventually noted. "When was the last time you spent that much time naked with another man other than your husband?"

Based on Tonya's tome of voice, Kate wasn't sure if she was upset. Did Tonya see Pat groping her? "I'm sorry Tonya, I hope that I didn't upset you. If so, please accept my apologies and I promise not to let it happen again. I hope it was OK. I mean, Pat missed all the fun this morning, so isn't he entitled to a little thrill this afternoon?"

"Don't worry, I'm just joking around," Tonya reassured her. "Sure, he gets to enjoy himself, and I know he did. Both Ross and I could tell he would have laid out there until he was burned to a crisp, just to look at you lying there."

"Well, I have to admit that he's fun to look at too," Kate confessed. "You're a lucky woman to get to sleep with that kind of man every night. Ross isn't bad, OK, he's pretty darn good, but I'll trade you any night you want. No, I don't mean that, really. But a girl can fantasize, can't she?"

Tonya laughed, "There are ups and downs to everything. Maybe I've just gotten used to it. Maybe I need to appreciate him more. He's always begging for more sex, but I just haven't been as interested as I was when we were younger. Except this weekend. Suddenly, it's all I can think about. When I came back out to the dock, I wanted to ask Pat to come upstairs to our bedroom so I could fuck his eyes out. That would have been something different for us. Afternoon delight - when was the last time you and Ross did that?"

"Truthfully? Before today? OK, it was last week," Kate answered. "Since he usually goes to bed well before I do, it's become our preferred time for lovemaking. I think he also likes to be able to see when we're having sex. He's kind of a 'lights on' guy. And I obviously have no problem with being seen, as you may have come to the conclusion this weekend."

Tonya was still laughing when the boys brought in the grilled pork.

The conversation at dinner was lively, fueled by multiple bottles of wine. Ross had picked out a pinot noir to pair with the pork, but Tonya had insisted on opening a bottle of her favorite - chilled pinot grigio. The pleasurable experiences of taste and smell added nicely to the sensual nature of the weekend.

Afterwards, Ross made his special Irish coffee, his secret ingredient being a heavy dose of Bailey's to go with the Jameson's. Ross always appreciated how Tonya would admire how he would put a cross of creme de menthe over the whipped cream, almost as if it was a difficult feat to master. 

The four sat on the deck talking until just before sunset, when they moved out onto the dock to watch the colorful show. "It's beautiful," Ross said, looking at the glowing oranges and reds in the western sky. "But I have to be honest, it doesn't compare with you ladies. You are both infinitely more beautiful than even the best sunset."

"Oh thanks honey," Kate giggled. "But you're just saying that because you saw so much of us this weekend."

After the sun had gone down, the boys retired to the living room and found a baseball game on TV, irking the two women. "Damn, I was hoping the Red Sox wouldn't be on TV this weekend. Geez, we've shown them everything this weekend and they still want to watch baseball," Tonya complained. 

"Don't worry, they're playing in Boston, so it will be over soon enough," Kate said, trying to lighten the mood. "At least the Tigers played this afternoon, so Ross isn't so interested in this game."

"Watch, with my luck, they'll go into extra innings and I'll be in bed before the game is over," Tonya groused. "Pat's going to miss his big chance - sex twice in one day."

"Well, why don't you just go in there and drag his big butt upstairs?" suggested Kate.

"If Pat's given the choice between the Red Sox and me, he'll pick the baseball game every time," Tonya whined. "And God help me if they lose. Why is that game so important to grown men?"

"So, let's take the night vision binoculars out on the dock and look at the Milky Way. Wanna do that?" Kate suggested. "I promise, it is amazing."

Kate grabbed the binoculars from the counter and the two ladies walked outside. The moon was still high in the western sky, and seeing their way along the dock was not difficult in the moonlight. The problem was that the brightness of the moon washed out the stars, making it tough to see anything but the brightest points of light in the sky, even with the night vision binoculars.

The women turned their attention to the landscape around them. Tonya looked at the neighbors' dock, and found that she could see an amazing amount of details. "I can read the nameplate on the side of their boat. It's as clear as day. My God, if they could see you and Ross as well as this, they got a great show. They must have seen everything. This would leave nothing to the imagination."

"By the time Ross and I were out here, the moon had set, so it was quite a bit darker," Kate explained. "Right now, it's just a bit earlier, and the moon goes down about an hour later each day. But is amazing looking through those things, isn't it?"

"Yes it is," Tonya agreed. She hesitated, but finally blurted out, "Were you really serious about coming out here with Ross this evening?"

"Sure. I'd do it. Do you think that would draw Pat away from the Red Sox game? And what about you? If we go first, would you be willing afterwards?" Kate asked. If she knew Pat was watching, she intended to put on quite a show. And at this point, Kate would do anything for a chance to see Pat in action. 

"I'm not promising anything," Tonya insisted. "But I'm not ruling out anything either." 

"Let's go back up to the deck and sit up there," Kate suggested. "You can see our dock perfectly from up there. It's even closer than the neighbors' dock, and the moon will be up for another hour or so. Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured. You've done more this weekend than I ever would have imagined."

"Yup, I'm sure," Tonya said. "Please never tell any of our friends I said this, but the thought really turns me on. Are you comfortable with this?"

"I am. Let's do it." Kate led the way back up to the deck. The two women sat down near the picnic table and looked down at the dock. The magnification of the binoculars was almost too much, and Kate showed Tonya how to dial it back. Then she called to Ross, "Hey honey, can you come out here for a minute? I need help with something."

Ross showed up almost immediately. "The game's getting boring. The Sox are way ahead. So, what's up?"

"Can you come down to the dock with me? I need a big strong man to help me with something," Kate said, stifling a laugh.

Ross was starting to get the feeling that something was up, but he dutifully followed his wife down the flagstone path and out onto the dock. "OK, what do you need? And does this involve something to do with Tonya having the night vision binoculars trained on us? Because I can see the little reddish infrared illumination light pointed this way. Are you being a naughty girl again? Tonya of all people is going to watch us twice in one day?"

"Just turn around and face her," Kate insisted, as she pivoted Ross towards the deck. She hugged him from behind, running her hands up and down the front of his body. From behind, she pulled his shirt off and twirled her fingers around his nipples, which grew hard in the cool air. "I want her to see what turns you on, and I know this does."




His Favorite Birthday



She took pictures of him in the buff from in front and from behind, saying, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." Just so he knew she was enjoying herself, she zoomed in closely on his penis, taking several close-ups. 

When she was finished with the pictures, Ross said, "So now what? I'm still hard as can be and I'm sure you'll agree that I can't go outside like this. Do you really think I'll settle down?

"You will if you've just had an orgasm." 

Ross' eyes widened.

Kate sank to her knees, stroked his penis, gently kissing and licking the tip of his cock, and said, "and that's exactly what's going to happen right now." He was quivering and twitching almost as soon as she put him inside her mouth, rolling her tongue all along the shaft. She toyed with him for a bit, just to build up his excitement level to a suitable degree.

Then she started to work him expertly. After all these years, she knew just where he was most sensitive. She also knew the signs of his impending explosion - first his knees would start to buckle, then he would start thrusting his hips, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, followed by moaning, and then loud ecstasy with convulsions that could pull him out of a lesser woman's mouth.

Kate had actually developed a fondness for the taste of his semen. She called it "an acquired taste." When she was much younger, she would gag and cough, swallowing as fast as she could to minimize the experience on her side of the blowjob. But seeing how much Ross enjoyed coming in her mouth had brought her a different kind of appreciation, and over the years, what had once been an ordeal gradually became more and more enjoyable.

On this occasion, she got Ross to come in a relatively short period of time. She knew he had been more excited than usual, so the birthday must have been going well so far. When his knees began to buckle, she started what she called her "end game", forcing his erection further into her mouth at an ever-increasing rate, lips sliding over his shaft, faster and faster until he could hold back no longer. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes and he was screaming in ecstasy, spilling his semen into her mouth, trying to control his writhing and thrusting so that she could keep him in her mouth as long as possible. He hated "making a mess", and he really enjoyed that his wife was more than willing to suck out every last drop of his semen.

She savored the taste of him until he had begun to shrink. She looked closely at his flagging penis, admiring her handiwork as one more drop of semen formed at the tip. She put his cock back in her mouth to suck out the last few drops, being careful to be extra gentle, knowing that he tended to get a bit oversensitive just after coming. He shuddered with pleasure.

Kate was proud she could give great blow jobs, and she could tell that Ross would probably rank this one right up there with her best. When she finally let him go, they both knew that unless there was some kind of really extra-special stimulation, he wasn't going to be getting hard for the next half hour or so.

Kate gave him a minute to recuperate, then she got to work painting Ross. Her job was pretty easy - making him look like he was wearing black bike shorts only required covering him from just above his knees to just below his waist. 

She started by painting on a skimpy g-string. She made a concerted effort to ensure that paint was smeared deep between his butt cheeks, every nook and cranny of his scrotum, and especially all over the entire length of his cock. Once again, she took pictures, just like he had with her. 

Next came a Speedo style suit, low cut and minimal. She liked how he looked, even if the rest of his body didn't look like an Olympic swimmer. More pictures, and the process repeated itself until he was covered with black paint that looked strikingly like bicycle shorts.

She stepped back and looked him over. Like her bathing suit, the painted-on version looked pretty darn close to the real thing, until you got close enough. Then, their more interesting anatomical features just couldn't be hidden. Especially Ross - his cock wasn't anywhere close to erect, but even painted completely black like it was, it was still readily apparent that it was more than just a bulge in actual bike shorts. She took quite a few pictures of him from every angle, smiling at the some of the results.

"Oh well, we better get out there while we still can, without you getting arrested," Kate told Ross. She gathered the camera, tripod and their old towels and swimsuits and led him outside.

Ross also found the sensation of wearing only paint really amazing. The dry paint provided only the faintest of a feeling of being covered, and the slight breeze could easily be felt on areas of skin that didn't usually get exposed. The black paint also absorbed the sunlight, warming his skin directly. "This really feels weird, but in a good way, a really good way. How about you? How do you feel?" She replied, "I probably feel better than you do because I know I look like I'm wearing a bathing suit." She chuckled and said, "I have to admit, you look like you're wearing only black paint. Being this close, I can already see most of the details of your cock. And it's only going to be more and more apparent, and probably soon enough. But to be honest, maybe it wouldn't be so obvious looking from farther away, like from one of the neighbors' docks. Are you ready to go show off?" 

Kate took him by the hand and led him down the flagstone pathway towards the dock. He kept looking around like he was afraid someone was going to see him and he was going to get arrested. But nobody was out. No boats, no neighbors, just the two of them walking out to the end of their dock. They just happened to be wearing only paint.

They stood at the end of their dock, laughing at the experience. Here they were, actually completely naked, standing in broad daylight exposed to anybody that might happen by. Kate set up the camera on the tripod and took quite a few pictures of them together from various distances and angles. They both laughed when they reviewed the closer shots, agreeing that his cock was more than a bit apparent, maybe even obvious in the closest picture.

They finally sat down on the old towels and dangled their feet in the lake. It felt invigorating. "Maybe we should try going to a nudist resort someday," Ross suggested. "This is kind of a cool feeling. I mean, we've skinny-dipped before, but never in broad daylight. It's really kind of liberating."

Kate laughed and said, "OK, if that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do for your next big birthday. How's that sound?"

Ross said, "Five years from now, you've got a deal. Or maybe next year? I'm feeling the birthday trauma coming back already."

They talked for a half hour before they heard noises from the neighbors' dock. "Happy birthday Ross," shouted Parker. "I hear it's a big one."

Ross just waved back and said, "Thanks, it's only a number." 

Ross wouldn't stand up, but Kate did, waving back at Parker and Rita. Kate leaned over and whispered to Ross, "Come on, stand up, show Rita your bike shorts. You said she saw you this morning as you were both out getting your exercise."

"Yeah, it ain't gonna happen, I think I might need another blowjob because the effects of the last one you gave me are starting to wear off." Kate leaned over and checked, but couldn't tell any discernible difference. "Don't worry," Ross assured her, "I can tell."

Rita and Parker waved again as they motored off in their boat, passing only fifty feet from Ross and Kate, still sitting at the end of their dock. They heard Rita yell, "Kate, is that a new bathing suit?"

"Yeah, Ross just bought it for me. It fits like a glove." Kate stood up, and turned around to show off all of the "suit".

Rita elbowed Parker and in her quaint southern drawl, yelled back to Kate, "What a nice husband you have to buy you presents on his birthday."

Kate laughed and replied, "Don't worry, he's getting quite a few surprises for his birthday. I'm taking good care of him. Maybe we can tell you about them later." She saw Ross roll his eyes.

After the neighbors had headed off down the lake, Ross stood up and declared it time for him to jump into the water. "I have two reasons. One - I'm getting sweaty, and number two - the cool water should, how should I say, calm things down a bit." Kate reached into their boat and grabbed a small bag of shampoo and soap for him. As he stood up, she could tell that indeed, he was starting to get hard again.

He dove in, rolling over as he surfaced, rubbing his painted skin to clean up. The paint came off easily, and soon, she could see all of his body as he lolled around in the clear water. He swam back to the dock, standing in waist deep water. Kate handed him his old bathing suit, and he did a back roll, put on the suit in one quick movement and stood back up, clothed once again. "Ta-da!"

Kate jumped in and did the same, cleaning off the paint easily, finally swimming over to Ross who was standing in chest-deep water. He held her in his arms, enjoying the opportunity to look closely at her wet body. "That suit was great, but I like it even better that now you're wearing only water," he said. She kissed him and then swam back to the dock. 

She looked around, and seeing no one, climbed the ladder and dried off, standing there in the sun, completely naked. "C'mon, we have to get going if we're going to make lunch." He followed her back to the house, surprised at her boldness, as she didn't make any effort to cover up.

An hour later, they took their boat to a small bar/restaurant located right on the lake, tying up just off the terrace. Lunch was no big deal, but it was one of Ross' favorite places - good burgers, cold beers, and as he liked to say, "The scenery is great."

As they motored back home, Kate insisted that Ross steer towards the center of the lake. At the same time, she pulled off her t-shirt and the top to the bathing suit she was wearing underneath. Seeing this, Ross dutifully obeyed. When they were almost exactly in the middle, she told him to turn off the engine and drift. At that point, she adjusted the seats on the passenger side of the boat, and took off the bottom of her bathing suit, laying out naked in the sun.

They drifted for twenty minutes with Ross content just to look her over. She was aware of his gaze and gave an occasional gesture or touch of her body to provide him with just a bit more stimulus. Soon, she could see the bulge in his shorts appearing again, and she knew that what she was doing was having her intended effect.

Finally, Ross couldn't handle it anymore and said, "I want to make love to you right here, right now, and I won't take 'no' for an answer. I want you now."

But she fended him off, saying, "Not yet. This is all part of my plan and that will come later. And speaking of coming, you have to take off your clothes and lie down here. I have another trick I want to show you."

Ross glanced around nervously, but seeing no one within a half mile of their boat, he did what his wife had told him to do and took off his shirt and shorts and lay down where Kate had been. He was reveling in the fact that he was completely naked out in the middle of the lake, with his wife servicing him as she was. He was already getting hard, and she went right to work on him, stroking his penis with her hands until it was fully erect. For additional stimulation, she licked and sucked on his nipples, knowing that drove him wild. She could tell it was working because he was hard as a rock within a minute.

Now Ross was a bit of a neat freak, and whenever Kate had given him a hand job in the past, she always brought a towel or tissues for him to come in. Today, when he knew he was getting close to coming, he finally asked Kate, "Do you want to get a towel or use my shirt so I can come in that?"

He was more than a little surprised when Kate leaned over and whispered in his ear, "No, I want to see you come all over my hand, all over your stomach. I want to see how far your semen shoots when you come. I want to see you make a mess, right here in broad daylight, and I'm going to enjoy smearing your semen all over your body. I might even lick some of it off of you"

Ross shuddered with excitement. "Oh no, don't do that. I don't want to get messy. How will I clean up? No, just let me come in my shirt. No, please, don't make me come all over myself." 

He was fighting to control himself. The thought of coming all over his wife's hands, and all over himself, meant Ross had to surrender completely to Kate's control. He was clutching the sides of the boat's bench seat, starting to thrust his hips upward, hoping at the last minute, she would wrap his shirt around his cock before he came. He looked at her face as she was gazing at the tip of his penis, apparently waiting for his semen to begin erupting. He did not disappoint her.

He screamed as the orgasm began to rock through his body. Kate clearly felt the first contraction jolt his cock, but only a small drop came out. On the second contraction, his semen spurted all the way up onto his chest, the thick wad collecting in his chest hair. Kate watched closely as the third spasm shot only as far as his stomach, with each subsequent contraction spurting a little bit shorter until he was simply dribbling down his cock and all over her hand.

He continued to grip the sides of the bench seat hard, grunting and gasping as she rubbed him gently, just enough to extend his orgasm, but not enough to make him want to pull away. She knew exactly how much stimulation he could take before he became oversensitive as his orgasm wound down.

Eventually, he was spent, and she took some measure of delight in smearing his semen all over his abdomen, feeling the warm thick fluid run through her fingers and all over her palm. She liked how Ross had submitted to exactly what she wanted to do, especially since it went completely against his squeaky clean nature. She looked over his naked body, and smiled at how messy she had gotten him. She reached over the side of the boat, rinsed off her hands, and she was cleaned up already.

It took Ross a few minutes to recover. When he did finally sit up, he asked, "Now what am I supposed to do? I'm a mess."

Kate gave him the obvious answer to his question, "Jump in the lake and wash off. Go skinny-dipping. You do it all the time back at our place. You should feel completely comfortable here." 

Ross looked over the side of the boat, saw nobody within a half mile, so he stood up, stepped over the back seats onto the boat's swimming platform and dove into the cool water. He had been sweating because of more than just the heat of the day, so it felt delightful to splash around and cool off. He floated on his back close to the boat, the sun dappling across his body, until he saw Kate taking a picture of him with her cell phone. Based on her grin, she had gotten a very good shot of him too.

In a rather futile display of modesty, he rolled over and started to swim away from the boat, but Kate just took one more picture, this time with only the rippling water across the back of his naked body. She was giggling at how well the pictures had turned out. "Which one of my friends should I send these to?" she asked, "Bridget? She'd love them. Of course, she's seen you naked more than a few times, so that wouldn't be anything new. How about Gwen? She's mentioned a thing or two about how well you've been taking care of yourself. I know what I'll do, I'll send the full frontal shot to Bridget and the backside picture to Gwen. They'd both be happy to see that you're enjoying your birthday."

Ross stopped swimming and asked, "Are you really sending them?" Kate detected a certain element of uncertainty in his voice, like he was just acting as though he didn't want them sent, but that he would actually have liked Kate's two good looking friends to be given some racy pictures of him. She wasn't really going to send her girlfriends these pictures, but what harm would there be in making Ross think that she did?

She took another couple of pictures as Ross stood dripping wet on the swim platform as he got out of the water. He even posed for her, demurely covering himself for the frontal shot. She knew that this was not out of any feeling of modesty, but rather that the cold water had left him in a state he did not want publicized. Still, she said to him, "And this one is being sent to Tonya. Maybe she'll want to see you naked in real life when they get here tonight." Once again, Ross looked at her with that 'you're not really going to do that, are you?' expression.

She watched as he toweled dry, admiring his body. She thought he looked great for his age. He hadn't given up yet and everything he was doing to stay in shape was working. She told him so, wisely leaving out any reference to his age.

When they got back to the cottage, Kate sent Ross to take a quick nap, just so he'd have enough energy to get through the rest of the day's activities. With all the 'exercise' he'd gotten so far, he agreed and disappeared into the bedroom, took off his clothes and lay down for almost an hour.

That gave Kate time to download all the pictures and assemble two very nice time-lapse videos of the swimsuits being painted. Then she assembled her video backwards, starting with the fully painted suit and culminating with the pictures of her appearing to try to cover up as her swimsuit disappeared.

Looking over the final products, she had to admit that they had turned out better than she could have possibly hoped. "If YouTube allowed nudity, these would go viral," she thought to herself.

When Ross woke up, he heard Kate's voice in the other room and initially thought she must be on the phone. But then he was sure that he could make out a second voice - the pleasing, lilting drawl of their neighbor Rita. He got dressed and went into the living room. As soon as he appeared, Rita smiled widely, put her hand to her mouth in surprise and only said, "Oh dear, maybe I better get going." As she hustled outside, Rita glanced back at him with an expression he had never seen on her face before.

After their neighbor had left, Ross asked Kate, "What was that all about?"

"I was just showing Rita the videos I put together. You've got to see them. They're great, if I do say so myself." They watched the video of Kate about twenty times, especially in reverse, rolling with laughter as her swimsuit slowly disappeared and she feigned modesty.

"This is tremendous. That's the best birthday present I could ever ask for. But I can't believe that you would show this to anybody, much less a proper southern belle like Rita, " Ross laughed.

"Well, Rita asked about my new swimsuit, and after I told her the whole story, I had to show her this video. She's a lot more down to earth than you'd imagine. In fact, she's got a downright racy streak in her. Nothing like the polite southern damsel you'd think she was. She really enjoyed the one of you."

"Of me?" Ross was incredulous. "You did a video of me too? Let me see it, right now. And you showed it to Rita? No wonder she gave me that look on her way out. How bad do I look in it?"

Kate brought up another file, a much shorter time-lapse video of Ross' bike shorts disappearing. In the video of Kate, the final frame had shown her trying desperately and somewhat futilely to cover up. But when the version showing Ross finished playing, the screen was filled with him standing there stark naked until Kate closed the file. Ross could only roll his eyes. "No wonder she looked at me like that and left so quickly. Now she's seen everything I've got to offer."

"Well, as long as we're on the subject, when she walked over here, she walked across our deck, right in front of our bedroom. She happened to mention that you might want to close the drapes in the master bedroom when you take a nap in the nude," Kate said. "In fact, I even dragged her back out onto the deck and we checked you out. Don't worry though, she was very complimentary as we stood there talking about you. I wish I could remember her exact words, because you'd be proud. I can't believe you didn't hear us. You must have been really napping hard."




His Favorite Birthday



Ross could feel himself blush. "You encouraged her to look over your husband as he lay there sleeping? Just be aware that some day, I'm going to get you back for this." But to be honest, he was actually thrilled that Rita had said nice things about his body after she had seen him naked. She was definitely a hottie, a bit on the thin side, with smallish breasts, a real shapely ass, and that accent could melt any yankee's heart. He would have loved to have the tables turned. 

"So how many other people are you going to show these videos to?" Ross was curious how many of her friends were going to see him in such detail.

Just a few special friends," she said. "Ones of my choosing," she quickly added, noting how Ross' eyes lit up.

Pat and Tonya arrived just before 6pm, plenty of time for a quick cocktail before they were to head into town for dinner. Naturally, conversation turned to the day's activities, and Kate described the bodypainting. Pat begged to see the time-lapse video, and Kate finally relented. All four of them were rolling with laughter, and they watched it so many times that they were almost late for their dinner reservations. Kate never mentioned the video of Ross, and he was a bit disappointed that Tonya never asked.

After his busy day, Ross was starving, making short work of his surf and turf, with an Irish coffee for dessert. Service was quick, and they made it back to the lake house well before sunset. 

Immediately upon their return, Kate took Tonya aside to discuss what she'd be comfortable doing that evening. Kate got straight to the point, "Well, are you ready for a quick game of strip poker? Or should we just drag the boys out to the dock and go skinny-dipping?"

Kate was more than a little surprised that Tonya quickly replied, "Oh heck, let's do strip poker. I have to admit, I've never played, and since you have gotten me feeling so uninhibited lately, what the heck, let's do it. But you'll have to teach me how to play."

"Oh great. Me teach you? I'm horrible at poker. We might as well just take off our clothes right now, because we're going to lose. The guys know how to play, so we're toast," Kate lamented.

Tonya didn't seem to mind, "Well, isn't that the idea? You said the goal was to show some skin and give Ross a memorable birthday. Let's at least put up a symbolic fight and make them work at getting us out of our clothes."

The women went back to the kitchen where the guys were just finishing mixing after dinner drinks. Kate asked Ross, "OK birthday boy, we've got one more surprise for you and you get to choose what it is. Do you want to: A.) play strip poker, B.) go skinny-dipping, or C.) do some hot-tubbing?"

Ross immediately said, "I want D.) all of the above." Everybody laughed, and even Tonya didn't challenge his choice.

Kate got the cards and laid down the rules, "We all start even, so let's each get down to four pieces of clothing." Various pieces of clothing were shed to get to the prescribed starting point. Kate continued, "There's only one winner of each hand and everybody but the winner has to remove one article of clothing for each hand. Pretty simple, huh? OK, I'll deal, so you three better prepare to lose and get naked." She dealt and Tonya won the first hand. 

Tonya also won the second hand and the guys were getting a bit frustrated. 

"She's never played poker in her life and she wins the first two hands?" Pat lamented. 

"Beginner's luck," suggested Ross.

"Well, at least one of us women is doing well," said Kate, who was down to her bra and panties already.

"Cream eventually rises to the top," was Tonya's retort. The other three laughed at the irony of her remark.

Pat won the third hand, leaving Tonya's capri pants on the floor, Ross in only his briefs and forcing Kate to decide between taking off her bra or her panties. Although she already knew the answer, Kate decided to let Ross choose, "Well, birthday boy, I'll let you choose. Should I be topless or bottomless?"

Ross didn't hesitate a millisecond, "Topless."

Kate stood up, undid the clasp and slid off her bra slowly, stopping as her areolas started to appear, then letting it edge down past her nipples until all of her large, shapely breast spilled out in full view. She tried not to appear to be making a scene of it, and the effect on the guys was dramatic, especially Pat, who was openly gaping at the show. Ross' eyes were filled with admiration for his wife's confidence and how good she looked topless. Even Tonya appreciated how well Kate commanded their attention.

When Kate sat back down, she looked very self-assured, despite being half naked. Her shoulders were back, she was sitting up straight and she made no attempt to hide from Pat's gaze. Actually, she welcomed it. He had seen her completely unclothed before, but it had been a while, and he was amazed at how good she still looked. She leaned back and put both her arms up along the back of the sofa, accentuating the display of her breasts. Ross knew that Kate was showing off, and that definitely excited him.

Meanwhile, Tonya had noticed Ross' tight low-rise briefs and how trim he had kept himself over the years. He was not quite as tall as her husband - few guys were, and he wasn't as big and brawny as Pat either. But she still found Ross very attractive, and she looked him over as much as she could without being too obvious.

It was Pat's deal, and he had to be brought back to reality and at least temporarily stop his admiring gaze of Kate's upper body. "Oh, sorry. I got distracted. Let's see, where were we?" 

He dealt and Kate won the hand. 

Ross was beside himself, "I'm out already? I didn't win a hand? Me? I've played more poker than the rest of you combined, and I lose four straight hands? I think I should get a couple of freebies for my birthday. You know, a couple more hands so I can stay in the game. It wouldn't be right for me to go out so quickly, this being my big day and all." He looked around for support, but the other three weren't buying into his argument at all.

"No way Jose," Kate said, chuckling and enjoying watching him squirm. "It's time for the birthday boy to show us all his birthday suit!"

"Yeah, birthday boy. You lost. Time to pay the piper," Pat chimed in.

Tonya was quiet, just waiting to see if Ross would actually go through with it. Kate had to make Ross stand up, and she gave him a quick hug, pressing her bare breasts into his chest. She slid her hands inside his briefs and pushed them down his legs before backing away, leaving Ross standing completely naked in the well-lit room. 

Tonya giggled, stifling a small gasp, but she didn't avert her gaze. Ross' cock intrigued her more than she would have ever guessed. It wasn't that much bigger in length or diameter than Pat's. It was just different, and that's what was so exciting. She wondered - was Ross going to get hard? What would he look like then? She thought about it - when was the last time she had seen another man naked besides Pat? It had been ages. 

Moreover, she found herself enjoying the fact that she was seeing this good friend of hers stand in front of her, fully exposed for her viewing pleasure. It wasn't like Ross was being a creepy exhibitionist, it was more like he was completely opening up to her; he felt so comfortable with her that he would let her see him naked. And she thought he certainly looked good doing it.

Suddenly, she wondered what it would feel like to be in that position. It wasn't like she hadn't been thinking about it she had made the commitment to Kate months ago. Actually, she had been more like worrying about it for the last week. Now that she was finally faced with what it would be like to be on display, the thought actually seemed to appeal to her. As if she was hastening the process, she said, "Well, Pat and I lost that hand too, so we need to take off a piece of clothing." Pat quickly and without any fanfare took off his shorts, leaving him in only his boxer shorts - not a real noticeable difference. 

Tonya undid the buttons on her long peasant blouse and let it slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Having known that there was a good chance that she'd be seen in some stage of undress that evening, she was glad that she had picked out her sexiest bra and panties. She stood there, watching the other's eyes look her over. When she saw Ross smiling, she pirouetted to show him the view from behind. 

Kate kept the spotlight on Tonya, commenting first on her panties, low cut, lacy and skimpy. Not exactly a thong, these panties featured darting that tucked into her butt, hugging the contour of her shapely ass. Tonya went along with the show, proudly turning around and even wiggling a bit in Ross' direction, which brought a big smile of appreciation.

Kate persisted, also complimenting about Tonya's brassiere that pushed up her perky breasts perfectly, giving them a nice, full roundness. The material was sheer enough that her large, dark areolas were clearly visible. Tonya ran her hands over her body, turning and displaying her last two pieces of clothing. Then she sat down, secretly hoping she would lose the next hand. The thought ran through her mind - what would she rather be, topless or bottomless?

But she didn't have to worry about it. She was dealt two pair, kings high, and she knew so little about poker that she didn't even realize it. She had won. Pat and Kate leaned back in their chairs and rolled their eyes. Ross looked disappointed.

Kate watched intently as Pat stood up, slid off his boxers, turned around twice and slowly sat back down. She had seen him naked several times before, but each time she found herself thrilled to see every square inch of skin on such a large, well-built guy. 

Kate was shaken from her reverie by Tonya, who gleefully said to her, "OK Kate, now it's your turn." Kate was already topless, and was already aware that Pat had been glancing furtively at her for the last couple of hands. She was more than happy to take off her panties in front of him, but in deference to her husband, she at least directed the show in her Ross' direction.

Kate declared, "Well, Tonya, you won. Congratulations. Now, you have to strip for the birthday boy."

Ross' eyes widened. Pat laughed and said, "Yeah, let's see you take it all off for the birthday boy!" 

Tonya blushed heavily. She was suddenly faced with baring it all. Even though the other three were already completely naked, she hesitated. Kate and Pat clapped and chanted, "Take it off. Take it off. Take it off." All sorts of emotions ran through Tonya's mind. Insecurities again welled up within her. She knew her breasts weren't as big as Kate's, so how would she compare? Did anybody really want to see the rest of her body? Why did she get herself into this position in the first place? She had won the strip poker game, so why couldn't she back out now and just put the rest of her clothes back on?

Tonya looked at Ross and saw an expression on his face like a kid on Christmas morning, gazing at all the presents under the tree, eyes wide with amazement and awe. He had such an appreciative look, almost childlike, that it calmed her, reassuring her that he would like what he saw. "Oh, what the heck," she thought to herself, "I guess I can make his day."

With all eyes focused on her, she stood up and undid the clasp in the back of her bra. She held the cups in place as the straps fell away from her shoulders. Like Kate had done, she ever so slowly lowered the bra from her breasts, stopping as her nipples started to come into view. But her hesitation wasn't for drama, she still felt embarrassed. Pat and Kate had seen her naked before, but what would Ross think? Tonya looked at her husband one last time for approval, but his smile removed any doubt that everything was all right. 

She watched Ross' face as she dropped the bra, noticing the gleam in his eyes as he finally got to see her bare breasts. She could tell that he was having a good birthday and was pleased to be part of making him happy. Ross wasn't staring at her, but rather his eyes darted back and forth between her face and all up and down her body. In fact, she thought he was making more eye contact with her than anything else.

"OK, halfway to complete nudity," yelled Kate. "Keep going. Don't stop now." Tonya looked again at Pat, and he gave a silent nod of his head. 

Her panties were very form-fitting, so she almost had to wiggle out of them to get them over her hips and down her thighs. Ross thought that this was for his benefit and let out an appreciative, "Nice!" 

Tonya smiled at his reaction, turned around twice and said "Ta-da! There you have it. I'm naked! Happy birthday, Ross. I'll have you know that I've never done this before, so that's how special you are."

"Well thank you Tonya," Ross replied. "I've always known that you are a beautiful woman, and as I have long suspected, you have an absolutely stunning body." He looked her over from head to toe, taking time to study her body closely, committing various features to memory, the shape and curve of her breasts, the size and color of her areolas, the soft shadows between her thighs, the roundness of her well-toned ass. He knew that there was a very good chance he would be the last male besides Pat to see her naked. "You probably have no idea how good you look with your clothes off." 

Tonya blushed again, and said, "Oh, you're just saying that because I'm naked."

"No," Ross replied, "I'm saying that because it's true. Both you women are absolutely beautiful, and you both have great bodies. You two are great examples of how completely different female body styles prove the vast range of feminine beauty. You are both magnificent. Thank you for making my birthday special beyond words." Turning to his wife, "And Kate, thank you for setting up all this. I can't believe you took the sting out of a birthday for me. You are the best wife in the world."

"Well, it doesn't have to end yet. The sun has pretty much set, so maybe we should go take a quick dip in the lake. What do you all say?" Kate suggested.

The insecure expression returned to Tonya's face. "You mean go skinny-dipping? Outside?"

"Well, you can't go skinny-dipping inside," Kate retorted. "C'mon, nobody will see you, except us. Let's go. Have you ever done this before?

"Of course not," was Tonya's obvious answer.

"Well, c'mon, there's a first time for everything. Today might as well be the day you really let it all hang out," Kate said. "I'll go get some towels and I'll meet you out on the dock. Go ahead."

Ross took his glass into the kitchen, saying, "Does anybody need another drink? I know I could use one," as he sauntered into the kitchen.

Pat was looking at Tonya and she found herself frozen by his gaze. She noticed a definite lusty aspect to his expression now, and she was a bit taken aback. She didn't remember the last time he looked at her quite that way. She felt a mixture of pride and arousal and wondered why she hadn't done things like this before. She knew it wasn't something that she would do every day, and certainly not with just anybody. But Ross and Kate were good friends, good enough that she had enjoyed the whole experience. At least, so far. 

Tonya was still a bit apprehensive about this whole skinny-dipping thing. Nudity inside was one thing, but outside where anybody could see her was still threatening. So she waited behind to talk to Kate as Pat and Ross walked out the back door. She watched as their bare butts headed down the flagstone pathway to the lake, illuminated just enough by the small solar-powered lights. They were so much at ease. Tonya thought to herself, "That's men for you. It's much tougher to be a woman."

Kate appeared with the towels, and said, "Here, wrap this around you so you won't feel so self-conscious as we walk down to the lake. Trust me, you can't see anything, but I know you're still feeling a bit uneasy." 

"Well, if I had tits as big as yours, maybe I'd be more self-assured," Tonya responded.

Kate turned to her, grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing them back. "Tonya, you've got a great body. But you have to stand up straight and stop slouching. Be proud. Show it off. Every woman looks better if she is confident. You've got great breasts, and you have every right to be confident. Have you noticed how much Ross is enjoying the show you're putting on for him? You're helping me make his birthday a truly memorable one, so I appreciate it too. C'mon, let's go cool off in the lake."

Tonya noted that Kate had wrapped her towel around her waist, leaving her bare-breasted and she decided to do the same. The ladies walked outside and headed down to the lake. They could hear the guys already in the water, splashing and laughing.

Kate dropped her towel on the bench and dove right in, with Tonya right behind her. The two couples swam and frolicked for a while, stopping occasionally to sip at their drinks, standing in waist deep water by the dock. The sun had long since set, but the early summer twilight persists a long time in northern Michigan. On top of that, a quarter moon added just the right additional amount to the available illumination.

Kate made it a point to lean with her elbows on the dock, knowing full well that by now, the guys' vision had adjusted to the low light and her breasts would be tantalizingly visible. Pat mistakenly thought that she couldn't see him openly staring at her. Ross wasn't shy about his gaze, his eyes darting back and forth between the two women's bodies.

Eventually, Kate swan out to the raft, climbed up the ladder and stood with her arms and legs widely spread, yelling, "I'm the queen of the world!" The boys quickly followed, and eventually, Tonya did too. 

The four of them lay naked on the raft, the slight breeze cooling them comfortably after the sweltering heat of the day. They sat and talked about a multitude of topics for about fifteen minutes. Even Tonya got comfortable enough to join in the conversation, and she noticed that she had almost forgotten that they were all naked. She even took the opportunity to check out the guys as they lay on their backs, and chuckled to herself when she realized that what she had heard was true - lake water does cause shrinkage.

Finally, Tonya declared that she was getting a bit chilled and was going to swim back to the dock. Kate asked her, "Do you want to go in the hot tub? We don't use it as much in the summer, but maybe tonight would be good."

Tonya quickly asked, "Is everybody going in the hot tub?" 

Kate wanted to make sure that Tonya was still comfortable and asked, "Do you want company?"

Tonya's response surprised Kate, "Sure, why don't we all hop in for a while. It'd be a good way to wrap up the evening." 

One by one, they dove in and swam back to the dock. Ross toweled dry as he was walking back to the deck, where he uncovered the jacuzzi, slid in and turned on the jets. Trying to be a true gentleman, he stood and helped both women as they stepped into the tub. Since there is no graceful way to step into a hot tub, Ross made it a point to watch closely as each woman extended her legs, trying to reach the bottom of the tub. Pat missed the show because he had detoured back into the kitchen to mix four more drinks.

In the hot tub, it didn't take long to drive the chill from their bodies. Soon, all four were taking turns sitting up on the edge of the tub, with only their legs in the water. Tonya followed Kate's lead, leaning backwards, arms spread widely against a bench, striking a pose that invited the men's eyes, and based on how they were staring, she could tell that they were not disappointed.

After a while, Tonya looked at Pat and said, "I think it's time for us to go inside too. I've got a special treat for you, even if it's not your birthday." Pat almost jumped out of the jacuzzi, quickly following Tonya inside.