7 comments/ 143345 views/ 10 favorites When Three Wasn't a Crowd By: countrycal My wife and I had been married 25 years when our youngest child left home for college, leaving us with the dreaded "empty nest." Our marriage relationship had had its ups and downs emotionally over the years like most couples', but our sexual relationship had never suffered – we enjoyed pleasing each other, though she was more conservative than I have always wished, being unwilling to bring me to an orgasm during blow jobs, and refusing anal intercourse, although she did allow an occasional anal finger job, and even once or twice a butt plug or small vibrator. To offset any possible mid-life crises, we decided to try social nudity as a way to introduce something new to our relationship that hopefully would offset any insecurities of growing older and seeing our children leave home. Denise, my petite 5'1" wife, was no longer the thin, pale college girl with perky A cups that I had fallen in love with, but was still very attractive, and even more appealing after two children and 25 years, with a full, but still shapely figure, and 36B breasts that begged to be handled and sucked. Over the years she had grown to appreciate my voyeuristic instincts, and would occasionally agree to go out to eat braless in a see-thru blouse and short skirt, or with several buttons undone allowing a good view of her beautiful breasts for alert voyeurs. She had even done some flashing, and had posed nude for me for years, with both of us knowing that some guy in the photo developing studio was getting to see more of her than anyone but me. We began to visit Haulover Beach in Miami, a totally-nude beach that was always a thrill for us whenever we went. We also joined a nudist club farther north on the coast and frequented it two or three weekends a month, enjoying the freedom of totally nudity – and the thrill of seeing and being seen by other equally free-thinking persons. At the same time Denise changed careers, moving to a field that requires long hours in close proximity of body and soul, and which is notorious for broken marriages and relationships. I have always – like most men – had the hidden fantasy of seeing my wife have sex with another man, but did not want to lose this wonderful lady to someone who simply wanted to get in her pants regularly. One evening, after making love and while we were sitting naked in the back yard looking at the stars, I decided to broach the subject of extramarital sex – partly to protect our relationship from any potential damage, and also to verbalize my fantasy in hopes she may pick up on it. "I know in this new job that you are going to be working closely with some neat guys, and under stressful situations," I began. "If the time ever came that you and one of the guys became really attracted to each other, I would understand, and would not stand in your way if you wanted to fulfill each other's desires – as long as you let me know about in and didn't try to hide it from me." She looked at me evenly, wondering with her eyes why I had brought up such a thought. "And you don't think that would come between us and ruin our marriage?" she asked, almost incredulously. "To the contrary, I think it might save our marriage," I responded, telling her of a conversation I had with a friend whose wife had made a similar career change and saw his marriage end with divorce. "If I know that you love me more than anyone else, and that you are not keeping any secrets from me and shutting me out of part of your life, I think I could live with you having occasional sex with someone you had grown to care about." She looked away at the stars for a while, and I thought I had offended her; but when she turned back to me it was with an impish smile on her face. "And I suppose you would want to come along and watch everything that happens, huh?" I couldn't help but laugh, she knew me so well. "No, that wouldn't be necessary, and I wouldn't even want a blow-by-blow account, pardon the pun, but I would want to know how far you go with another guy so there would be no future surprises and I would not have to fear the unknown in our relationship." She shook her head in astonishment and snuggled up close to me, kissing me softly on the mouth. "There is no one I work with that even starts to turn me on," she said softly. "There is no one there that compares with you, or that I would ever let come between me and you. You have nothing to fear." A couple of months later, while we were sitting on the couch sniffling over a movie about lost love and broken vows, I reminded her that we should never let our relationship be damaged just because of a sexual fling or temporary release to animal lust. "Are you having an affair I don't know about," she asked teasingly, knowing full well what I meant. "No," I said, "I am totally fulfilled, but I am not in a situation that might prompt closeness with another co-worker, or camaraderie that might accidentally evolve into a sexual situation. I just want you to know that if you are always open and honest with me that you have total freedom to do with your body whatever you want." She looked deep in my eyes, looking for any hidden motive or guilt. "Do you want me to have sex with another man?" she asked. "Is that what all this talk is about?" "I don't think so," I answered honestly. "I am just not sure about your career change and don't want to lose you the way Fred lost his wife. Though, I have to admit, I am like a lot of other guys in that I fantasize every now and then of watching you give in to another guy's request and give him what he wants. I even fantasize about you initiating it with some guy that really impresses you." "Are you so sure other guys fantasize about the same things you do?" she asked quizzically. "Absolutely, if you read the stuff in the magazines and on the internet," I said. She was quiet then, leaning into me for warmth as I put my arm around her and hugged her to me. After a while she broke the silence again, surprising me by keeping on the same subject. "I promise you this," she said seriously, turning to face me and looking me in the eye. "If I ever let another man so much as touch me, it will only be with you present, or with your prior approval. I don't think I will ever want to, but I have fantasies of my own from time to time – not like yours, more romantic and less sexual. It would have to be someone like you who is gentle and loving, and caring how I feel – and I don't work with people like that. Every man I work with is aggressive and demanding. Does that put your mind at ease?" she asked, watching my face for response. I nodded, showing the relief on my face that I felt in my heart. I loved this woman and never wanted there to be a chance of losing her. We cuddled again for a while on the couch and then went to the bedroom and had wonderful sex. I don't know if any fantasies crossed her mind as we made passionate love, but once or twice I looked down at her underneath me, giving herself to me without reservation, and wondered what it would be like to see her doing the same thing with someone else, some faceless man who would gently stroke her and give her butterfly kisses as he moved in and out of her body. We continued to visit the nude beach occasionally, and she always allowed me to control the situation. Once we let a passerby stop and sit by us as I rubbed oil into her body – every inch of her body. The man was almost salivating by the time I had ended, and asked if she would put some oil on him. Wrong thing to say – we sent him packing. Another time a couple settled down just a few yards in front of us and the man lay on his stomach looking right up between my wife's legs as she lay reading. After shooting me a questioning glance and getting my approval, she carefully opened up entirely, allowing the poor fellow to see everything he wanted for an hour or more. At the nudist park, we regularly sat around the hot tub in the evening carrying on conversations with the park regulars, or any visitor who may have stopped by for a day or two. Denise knew that I liked her to get up and sit on the side occasionally, "cooling off" in her terms, but innocently letting the men across from us clearly see all that there was to see of her beautiful body. Once she surprised me with a special gift. The four-head shower stall was on the back side of the pool house, facing the hot tub. One evening a young man staying at the park stepped into the stall for his evening shower. Denise, who always brings her soap and shampoo for a shower before we leave for the camping trailer, suddenly stood up, gathered up her toiletries and stepped into the stall with the young man. He was using one of the two inside shower heads, and she stepped to the other one, almost brushing shoulders with him as she did. "Be careful, I'm turning on the hot," she said. He looked at her slightly confused for a second, and then nodded his head and stepped back so as not to get hit with freezing cold water. Denise adjusted her shower and then stepped into it. "It's okay, now," she said, and the young many stepped back under his shower stream, facing her as he did. The two carried on a lively conversation as they bathed, with Denise first washing her hair and then carefully washing her entire body as the young man tried not to stare. She even bent over and spread her vaginal lips, washing them as she knows I love to watch her do, but acting as if nothing unusual was going on. When the two shower heads quit flowing, the two stood toweling off and talking for a few minutes before the man said his farewell and left. Denise returned to the dark hot tub with a smile on her face and sat down next to me, running her hand down my thigh to measure my hard-on. "I see you enjoyed that little performance," she said slyly. I nodded. "And I think someone else did, too," I responded, chuckling softly. "You are one awesome woman, Girl. The only thing that would have made that better would be if I had a video camera. But, never mind, I have it all memorized, I think." We laughed together at her forwardness, and made fantastic love that evening. "Would you have made it with that guy last night," I asked the next morning. She shook her head and placed her hands on her pretty naked hips. "Are you still on that kick?" she asked. I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "Well, I might have considered it, if he had offered," she admitted. "I guess you could tell I was really turned on by being so close to him, even brushing against him once or twice. And, he was kinda shy, and I like shy guys – they are more gentle." She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and then leaned back, stretching luxuriously, letting me feast my eyes on her whole body. "Did you want me to?" she asked. "Or would you have liked me to do something like offering to wash him and let him wash me?" I leaned over and ran my hand over her body, stopping at her vagina, feeling the heat and getting warm wetness on my probing finger. "I don't know whether I wanted you to," I said, finally, "cause I was really enjoying myself with just what you were doing. But, I can tell you this, I sure wouldn't have stopped you!" "Well, maybe someday the right situation will come up and we will see if you change your mind on all of this," she said mischievously as we dressed to leave the park and return to our normal routine of life. Toward the end of the summer we were sitting near the pool in the nudist park shortly after noon on a Friday, trying to keep away from the strollers and gawkers, and the aggressive swingers looking for willing partners for the evening. A lively volleyball game was going on behind us, and two rows of lounge chairs were nearly filled around the pool in front of us. A couple, somewhat younger than us, maybe in their mid-thirties, strolled up to the pool hand-in-hand. He was about 5'10" tall, with a fairly strong build, flat stomach closely cropped hair, and a medium-sized, but fairly-thick penis. I took him to be either a high school coach or in some area of law enforcement. His wife was a petite brunette, maybe 5'3", with a slim waist, and perfectly-formed A cups which had clearly never hung from her chest filled with milk. She clutched her towel in front of her to hide her pubic area, and her nipples were shriveled and hard, showing she was either cold or nervous – and it was 95 degrees. The two surveyed the pool area and then she turned her back exposing a beautiful, tight little bottom and well-formed legs that begged a man to stare until it was unseemly. Whispering something to her husband she took his hand and the two strolled back out to the little road that ran throughout the park, walking away from 30 pairs of eyes that were devouring her. A couple of hours later the two returned to a different pool scene. The drunks had all passed out on their lounge chairs or gone home, and everyone else was just soaking up the sun. Denise and I were reading, our usual pastime at the poolside. The young couple walked past the crowded rows of lounge chairs to where Denise and I lounged. "Are these taken," the man asked, pointing to two chairs near us that had been uninhabited all day – we are not party animals and are generally ignored by the "regulars" at the park. "Not at all, help yourself," I responded, glancing up and smiling. "Thank you," he replied, glancing at Denise, who was lounging casually with one arm by her side and her legs outstretched, slightly parted to let me see "the goods" during my often "eye feasts" which assured her there was no one I wanted to see more than her. The visitor pulled the two chairs closer to ours, turning them toward us as if he wished to strike up a conversation, glancing once again at me, and then Denise, as he did. His young wife gave him a quick look of consternation, realizing she would have to sit totally naked within five feet of a man she had never met before – but to no avail as he threw his towel on the chair and began to settle in. Denise had observed all that was going on, and knew how much I enjoyed someone watching her and appreciating her beauty. She laid down her book, took off her sun glasses and sat forward, pulling the back of the lounge chair into a sitting position as she did, spreading her legs tantalizingly in the process before allowing them to return to their previous position, though slightly more open. "Is this your first time at the park?" she asked as the young lady struggled to place her towel on the chair, raise its back to a sitting position, and position herself on it, all without showing her pretty little pussy with its well-manicured black patch of hair – and failing. "Yeah, we have talked about it several times and today just decided to come out and see what it was like," the man said, adjusting his own sunglasses over his eyes so he could watch what he wanted without being rude. I saw Denise almost innocently open her legs a little more and shift her position slightly to give the newcomer a better angle than me. I would have to tease her about that later. We soon were engaged in a general conversation, learning that he was a highway patrolman and his wife a first-grade teacher. The visit to the park was his idea which she just went along with because it was his birthday. Their names were Ron and Annette. Not long into the conversation I noticed that Denise's nipples had begun to puff up. When we get naked publicly they automatically spread over the end of her luscious breasts, but they usually did not puff up until they became engorged with blood just before an orgasm or after prolonged stimulation. "She's turned on with this guy," I thought looking away quickly toward Annette as she spoke, noticing that her nipples were no longer hard little dots, but had puckered somewhat themselves, forming cute little points on her small breasts. She was also no longer squeezing her legs together, but had opened them slightly, almost emulating Denise's casual posture. The two girls soon excused themselves and walked around the pool to the restroom and Ron and I watched them all the way, as did every man and most women sitting around the pool. Ron looked at me and grinned. "Those two make quite a sight," he said, admiringly. "We are fortunate dudes," I agreed. "And, by the way, you don't have to worry about looking at Denise. We both appreciate proper attention from someone who is not just a gawker or pervert." "Thanks," he said. "She's a beautiful woman. I will tell you the same about Annette, but I can tell you this is her first time and she may not show much." "No problem," I responded. "She's a pleasure to talk to, and just those cute little tits is enough for my old eyes." "One thing we can do to help is to arrange these chairs," Ron said, and we pulled the four chairs together in a tight circle, with each man directly facing the other's wife. The women noticed the new chair arrangement as they arrived but did not seem to object. Annette sat down sweetly, leaving her legs slightly apart. Then she surprised me completely, leaning over and planting a kiss on her husband's check, spreading her legs widely in the process for my benefit. Sitting upright again, she shot a quick glance to see that I was watching and then blushed deeply, lowering her head until the rush of blood had resided. It did not leave her nipples, though, as they now puffed out almost as large as the rest of her breast. Ron noticed and smiled before returning his attention to Denise; I noticed and gulped, possibly blushing myself. We shared an animated conversation the rest of the afternoon and then took an early dinner in the little park restaurant before the drunks awakened. Later, we went down to the lounge and a couple of games of pool while the crowd was eating and before any observers arrived. After that we swam for about an hour before we said our goodbyes and returned to our trailers. I don't know about Ron and Annette, but Denise and I both came quickly, having been stimulated all afternoon. We had made slow love that morning, but this time were just happy to bring each other to quick, energetic orgasms. Later that evening we followed our usual habit of visiting the hot tub. There were two other couples and two single men in the tub when we arrived, but everyone shifted closer together so we could get in. We had been talking and laughing for about half an hour when we saw Ron walk out of the dark toward us. "Hey, Ron, want to join us?" I asked as he approached, looking around for a place for him as he nodded. "Here, we will squeeze them in here by us," Denise said innocently, scooting closer to me and pointing to a small opening between her and a semi-obnoxious permanent resident of the park – much to his displeasure. "Annette's not coming," Ron said quietly, she got a little too much sun this afternoon and wants to rest." As he slid into the place Denise had made I noticed that the other guy had left little room, but I did not budge, causing Denise and Ron to sit very close together – touching, I hoped, grinning inside mischievously. The group talked for more than an hour, with each person sitting up on the side every fifteen minutes or so to cool off. The men, of course, feasted their eyes on the three women each time they "sat out," and all three seemed more than willing to take their turn in the spotlight, becoming more animated in their conversation as their breasts swayed with every flip of their hair or gesture with their arm. Of course the getting out and getting back in always awarded the watching men with nice spread shots. The two other couples – who were camping together – left about 10:30 to retire to their campsite (and smoke some dope, I think). When Three Wasn't a Crowd "Let's go for a swim," Denise said softly to me, something which we often did at night to cool down and have some private time together. I nodded and stood up. "Come on, Ron," let's cool off in the pool," I said casually, pointedly ignoring the other two men so they would know not to follow. Denise climbed out of the hot tub past me, looking at my face closely as she did. She was not smiling, and I may have even detected a slight frown on her face. We usually took advantage of the lowly-lighted pool to do some heavy petting, even occasional intercourse. I especially liked to lay back against the side of the pool and run my finger in and out of her anus, something which she seldom allowed in any other setting. I didn't know what she was thinking, and I wouldn't force anything, but I hoped that something magic might happen in the pool that evening, and I was willing to give it every opportunity to do so. The three of us swam laps for a while and then settled under the overhang of the sliding board for conversation. The board was about halfway down the pool, and when I rested my back against the side with Denise sitting on my knee, her nipples rested right at the water line. Then, as I moved my finger in and out of her anus, she would rise slightly with each thrust, her nipples alternately clearing the surface and then falling beneath it. It was a great turn-on for me, and I wanted Ron to see it also. As we talked I ran my left hand down her spine, along her crack and began to seek out her tight little asshole. But she was not cooperating as she usually did. I held back and continued to talk. Shortly later, Denise excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she returned she stayed on the side of the pool, folding her legs behind her and leaning on one arm. Her breasts hung deliciously over our upturned faces like bunches of grapes – but we dared not touch. I did, however, notice that her nipples had begun to fill up as they had that afternoon. "She's warming to the idea," I thought and smiled inwardly. A few minutes later Denise rose, giving us a long, awesome view of her pussy, and walked slowly to the steps at the end of the pool. She then walked into the pool and swam a couple of laps before coming to us and sitting across my knee again. Ron excused himself at that time to go to the bathroom, and I took advantage of the opportunity to tilt Denise's head back and kiss her warmly and tenderly on the mouth. I ran my hand down across her stomach and probed her vagina, finding it as wet and slippery as I expected. We broke off the kiss and she laid her head back on my shoulder, expecting me to slide my other finger down her back and into her ass. Instead, I reached around her with both hands, grasping the inside of her thighs, spreading them and lifting her into the water as I slipped my rock-hard penis into her vagina. It was all done in one motion, before she even understood my intent. She twisted her head around to look into my face but I simply put a finger over her lips as Ron emerged from the bathroom. He slipped into the water on the deep end and swam toward us. Denise turned to face him, her expression slightly confused as she felt me move inside of her, pulling almost all of the way out before settling back in all the way to the shaft. I could see her heart beating wildly in her neck, and feel it with my left hand as it rested just under her left breast. We began to talk again as before, rocking with the waves of water made by Ron's swim. Denise was tense in my arms and I pulled her up against me, nuzzling her neck with my light beard. She slowly began to relax, finally resting almost limply in my lap, telling me – I hoped – with her body that she trusted me not to hurt or offend her. It was then that I began to move slowly in and out of her, causing her now fully-engorged nipples to rise and fall over the water line with each gentle thrust. She allowed me to do my thing but was unable to stay in the conversation, choosing rather to lay her head back on my shoulder, looking at the moon and stars above us. Ron and I continued to talk about our jobs and how they sometimes coincided. We may have even met a time or two but were not sure. While we talked I continued to slowly fuck my wife, loving the expression on his face as he watched her gorgeous breasts rise and fall on the water. Then, at a break in the conversation, I pulled out, supporting her with my knee as our bodies separated. She turned her head slightly looking at me questioningly, but then smiled when she felt my left hand move down her back. In just seconds I had my middle finger embedded to the hilt in her ass and once again she lay her head back on my shoulder. This time, however, as Ron and I watched her breasts rise and fall, she initiated a conversation about the stars and the night sky. We obliged her with brief glances up, but mostly kept our attention on her delicious body. When she had fallen into silence again, I slowly began to lift her lower torso toward the surface of the water with the hand digitally attached to her buttocks. As her flattened body approached the surface, her body tensed and she turned to me with a quizzical look on her face. I responded by leaning over and kissing her gently on the forehead, then the eyes and then her mouth. As I moved from her mouth I felt the tension leave her body and saw in her eyes that she understood what I wanted. She smiled, almost sadly, and then looked at Ron – he was staring at the two of us transfixed, afraid to move or speak. Then I felt her body tense again, but this time it was different. It was the tension along the back of her thighs as she stiffened her knees, causing her feet and lower legs to rise to the surface with the rest of her body. In just a couple of seconds she was suspended just under the surface of the water, totally visible to Ron and I. Her feet had surfaced on each side of the man, gently bouncing against his hands which hung by his sides. The two locked eyes as he brought his hands up taking each foot and gently massaging the soles with his thumbs. She smiled at him then, their eyes still locked, before she closed hers and leaned back into my chest, totally yielded to whatever Ron and I wanted. He massaged her feet for an agonizingly long time – at least for me – but his timing was probably perfect for her. As he stepped forward and moved his hands up to her calves she made no sound or movement, just lay there waiting. After massaging her calves for a couple of minutes he moved forward again, reaching out to spread her thighs – and it was then she responded, bending her knees and opening her legs even wider to receive the now-hard penis he slid effortlessly into her. My finger imbedded in her anus felt the long, hard shaft slide past as he buried his manhood in her womanhood. She accused me later of prepping him with how to handle her and I had to swear to her that I had not. Ron handled her in the only way that would have worked that night – gently, respectfully, in awe of her beauty, her willingness to please, and her fabulous body. He moved in and out of her slowly and gently, pulling almost all the way out until the head of his penis rested just inside the outer lips, and then pushing in one smooth, deliberate motion until he was buried all the way to the shaft. With each slow thrust, her entire body rose above the surface of the water, allowing each of us to see her breasts, her almost-flat stomach, and her totally-accepting pussy as it swallowed his manhood. After just a few thrusts she attempted to raise her head and see the action also and I stepped forward a step so she was erect enough to see what was happening to her body; she dropped her hand to my supporting arm and squeezed it in a gesture of thanks. The three of us were entranced for several minutes as we watched the sexual act in a way we had never seen it before. Then I moved my right hand forward and began to finger her pussy, spreading the lips so we could see more of Ron's penis as it penetrated her. Then I slid my thumb up her slit until it rested softly on her clitoris, alternately rubbing and releasing as her body rocked in the water with each thrust. In just a matter of a few minutes the touching worked its magic. She closed her eyes, let out a low moan and arched her back while squeezing Ron's body to a halt with her thighs. I felt her spincter muscle clamp down on my finger, and knew her kegel muscle just as tightly entombed Ron's penis. We stood motionless, drinking in the sight of this wonderful woman as she shuddered through the orgasm, finally relaxing again to the role of receiver. Now Ron began to work a little faster, and I stepped forward again as Denise sat more erect and began to enter into the act. Her right hand slid down between her legs as she circled his penis with her thumb and forefinger. Her left hand caressed his face and chest, and even pinched and scratched his nipples. He responded by driving ever more forcefully into her. The two were almost gasping for breath when he shuddered to his own orgasm. I felt her once again work internal magic as she squeezed us both in a rhythmic milking of emotion and semen. Ron pulled out gently when the milking was done, slipping away across the pool. I held my woman in my arms and kissed her deeply. She raised her hand to my head, pulling my mouth hard against hers and kissed me back. When we were finally finished declaring our love in the wordless embrace, Ron had gone. He and Annette would leave the next morning before we had a chance to see them. It would be almost a year before we saw them again, but that is a story for another time. Denise and I returned to our trailer and collapsed on the floor. I could not keep my mouth off her, kissing her, licking her, sucking her, whispering in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, giving her butterfly kisses with my eyelashes. And then she opened her legs and took me and we were oblivious to the world around us for more than half an hour as our bodies locked in the deepest expression of love known to man. "That's five times today, that is definitely a record," she said dreamily as we lay side by side on the camper floor. I thought she was asleep and was surprised that she wanted to talk. "How do you figure five?" I asked, trying to remember all that had happened that day. "Well, there was this morning, and then this afternoon. Then you had me in the pool, though you didn't come. Then there was Ron; and finally, there was tonight." "I think that is a record that might last a lifetime," I said tentatively, hoping my actions that day had not endangered our relationship. She rolled over and propped her head up with an elbow, looking me in the eye. There was no accusation, no guilt, no joking – nothing but love. It was a look I had often seen, and one which I sometimes longed for when we were separated for any length of time. She caressed my face, kissing me gently several times. "I don't ever want to forget today," she said. "But I don't think I ever want to repeat it either." "I don't either," I said, glad that she had not been adversely affected by acting out my fantasy, and knowing that the events of the day could never be duplicated even if we wanted to. I pulled her to me, stroking her hair, and holding her closely. "Do you want to go into bed?" I asked, raising my head slightly to look into her face. There was no answer; she was fast asleep, her head resting peacefully on my chest.