Big Mistake

It had been a little over three months since that week at our cabin. I felt guilty about what I had done but not enough to tell my husband. We had fantastic sex the first week he was back, mostly because I was so aroused from the week with the boys. Twice I screwed him until he orgasmed and then I sucked him hard again, right away. The second time we did it he lasted forever and gave me several wonderful orgasms.

But, we both started to get back to normal. We had sex once or twice a week, not every night like the first week my husband was back. I began to daydream about my caddie and the boys and I masturbated a few times while was my husband was at work. It was a release but not as good as sex or being naked in front of people. Sex was great. Being naked in front of people was such a rush.

I saw Jack and Bill a few times and talked. I knew from how they looked at me that they could still see me naked. I felt aroused by them and their looks. Every time I ran into them, I went home and masturbated, reliving that week.

School started and my husband”s job was busy and I was alone again. I found myself daydreaming of the golf tournaments and being at the cabin, which wasn”t good for me. Especially when Jack came over one day. I invited him inside, a little nervous, hoping that he wouldn”t expect anything from me.

“Mrs. Johnson, I have a proposition for you. In two weeks it”s rush week for our fraternity. We usually have a big party on Friday night. I want to ask you to come and be entertainment for the brothers and pledges.”

I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“Jack, entertainment? What are you saying?”

“This year I am in charge of entertainment and I thought of hiring a stripper. Then I thought of you. You”d be perfect.”

“Jack! I can”t strip in front of a bunch of college guys.”

“Why not, Mrs. Johnson. You already have.”

He smiled at me and I blushed. He was right, but I wasn”t at all comfortable with the entire idea.

“Come on Mrs. Johnson. I think you”d love it and I know the guys would too. How about it?”

“Jack, I should just say no, but give me a couple of days to think about it.”

He was all right with that and I walked him to the door. I closed it after he left and felt the tingles in my body. It would be a hoot. But I still wasn”t sure. I had pushed my envelope quite far already. I didn”t know if I was willing to do this. I soon forgot about it but the next morning I awoke from a vivid dream of stripping in front of a crowd of cheering guys. I even went so far as take out that slinky dress my caddie had me wear when he made me strip for him and his friends. I even danced a little, which wasn”t a good idea since it made me remember, remember how hot I was that night.

Not that I was a hot woman, but how hot it made me feel. I thought about this whole thing for hours and finally I had to talk to someone that I could open up to and could trust. I called my friend Marilyn and asked her to come over. I sat in the living room, staring at that damn coffee table, the one he had made me get on, the one with the dildo. My nipples got hard. I was such a bitch!

Marilyn finally arrived and I ushered her inside and brought coffee for the two of us. We chatted about boring stuff for a while. I couldn”t bring myself to tell her what Jack had asked of me. When it got to the point of Marilyn telling me she should go I put my hand on hers.

“Marilyn, I have to talk to you about something.”

“Oh no, you and your husband are not having problems, are you?”

Her concern and the feeling in her voice made me feel better about what I was going to say.

“No, nothing like that. This is hard for me to say, Marilyn. Bear with me.”

She looked at me curiously. I took a deep breath.

“Marilyn, some young men that I know have asked me to a fraternity smoker in a couple of weeks.”

“All right, Beth, but it doesn”t really make sense to me. Why would you be asked to go to one of those things? And who are they?”

I began to feel nervous, but I pressed on.

“You can”t say anything about this to anyone, Marilyn. They asked me to come and be the entertainment.” “They what?”

“They asked me to come to their rush party and be the entertainment. I want to go and I don”t want to go.”

She looked at me closely.

“What kind of entertainment?”

“They want me to strip at the party.”

“They want you to do what? You? Strip?”

I blushed. I was feeling stupid and embarrassed.

“Why do they want you? I mean, Jesus, Beth, you are middle aged, not that you are not good looking, but Jesus, can”t they hire a stripper?”

“Well, ah, they, um, asked me to do it. I mean I wouldn”t get paid”

“Oh god, Beth, what is going on? They want you to strip and not pay you. I don”t get it. Why would they think that you…”

I was blushing bright red.

“Oh Jesus, Beth, they”ve seen you naked already?”

My scarlet face must have been like a beacon. Marilyn started to laugh and then she leaned forward. Her eyes were bright.

“All right, Beth, you have to tell me. Tell me everything.”

Stuttering and stammering, I told her about being at the cabin and waiting for my husband to show up, his getting called out of town, my too large bikinis and my tanning. Then I told her about skinny-dipping and getting caught in the water naked. Then showing my ass to them. Then the tubing incident where I lost my bottoms and my top ripped and my boob bouncing out all the way back to the cabin. And then how they told me my towel wasn”t my towel and how the devil got into me and me giving it to them, then dropping my wrecked top too and letting them see me totally naked, front and back. And then the Frisbee game and how I let them strip me and my playing naked in the water with them.

Marilyn”s mouth opened and then opened wider and wider until I was done. My face was burning red and hot. My nipples were erect and almost throbbing.

“Good God, Beth, you let them strip you? This isn”t some stupid joke or something, is it? It”s really true, all of it?”

I swallowed and nodded yes. Even dressed and only with Marilyn I was getting excited just talking about everything.

“Jesus! And you”re thinking about doing it?”

“Well, yes, sort of. I mean I am kind of nervous about doing it but it would be such a rush. You know, having a bunch of guys, young guys staring at me and yelling and whistling. But I am not sure if I can go through with it.”

“Well, you”ve been naked in front of some young guys already, what would be so hard about this?”

“I”ve felt kind of guilty about what I did. I get this knot in my stomach when I think about doing it.”

“Do you think you need to see if you”ve got the guts to go through with it?”

I blushed and nodded. Marilyn looked at me, then she grinned.

“Stay here. I have an idea.”

Marilyn got up and walked to the kitchen. It was quiet and then I heard her talking. In a few minutes she was back, smirking at me.

“We”ve got 20 minutes, Beth. Take off your clothes.”

“What!”

“Just do as I say, take off your clothes, all of them. I think you will like this.”

I blushed but I did as I was told. I took off my sandals and then my top and shorts. In just a bra and panties I stood looking at Marilyn.

“If you don”t tell me what”s going on, I won”t take off the rest.”

“Don”t be a baby. Just get those off too. I promise you will like it.”

I looked at her suspiciously, wondering what she had done. Then I sighed and took off my bra. My medium sized breasts sagged down slightly and I looked down to see two erect nipples poking away from them. My breasts sag down a little and to the sides and I am not very happy with them. They are not like they were in school. Age does things to a woman. My nipples are very sensitive though and I felt them tingling. I blushed and hooked my thumbs in my underpants, looking at Marilyn once more. My face was very warm and I knew it was red too. Marilyn and I have seen each other naked before, at the gym and at the golf club, but this was different. It was in my home and I was going to be naked and she wasn”t.

I pushed my underpants down, baring my bush to her, blushing even more. Then I stepped out of them. My bush is full, but I do trim it. It is a nice little triangle. I trim it for my husband, but I still don”t shave the lips of my pussy. The hair is silky soft, very short and it draws attention to my crotch. It”s like an arrow pointing to my pussy.

I looked at her again and she was smirking at me. I suddenly felt really nervous.

“Now, Beth, pick up all your clothes and take them upstairs. Then come back down just like you are.”

I felt very submissive. I bent over to pick up my clothes and sandals, feeling very embarrassed as my breasts swung together and dangled down. I knew my face was red, it was embarrassing, but I turned and walked up the stairs, very conscious of my ass jiggling as I did. I was thinking what have you gotten yourself into to myself, but the tingling in my nipples was in addition to the tingling in my pussy and I just tossed my clothes on the bed. I took a deep breath and walked back downstairs.

Marilyn was looking at me and still smirking. I sat in a chair and crossed my legs to cover up as much as I could. It felt foolish to be sitting naked with her still dressed. I was still wondering what she had gotten up to, but I resolved to see it through. We didn”t talk much, just sat. She was looking at me, but I found it hard to look at her. Time must have flown by because before I knew it the doorbell rang, triggering a jolt of panic.

Marilyn stood up and motioned to me.

“Get over to the couch and sit down.”

I stood up nervously not knowing what to expect. She waited until my naked body was on the couch and then smirking again, she walked to the door. I was in plain sight of the door. Marilyn opened it and smiled.

“Come on in.”

My heart plummeted to my stomach and I crossed an arm over my breasts, feeling my breath come faster. My eyes were drawn to the door as a pizza deliveryman entered my living room.

“Just set it on the coffee table.” My face felt as though it was on fire as I watched the man walk in. He stopped, staring at me, then smiled and walked to the coffee table. He set the pizza on it, not moving his eyes from me. Marilyn walked up next to him, with a big grin on her face. I was in shock.

“How much is it?”

“Fifteen ninety-five.”

He still hadn”t taken his eyes off me.

“Damn, I only have ten. Beth would you get the rest of the money for me. I”ll pay you back tomorrow.”

The absolute bitch! Blushing scarlet, I carefully uncrossed my legs and found out that I was going to need both hands to stand up. I put one hand on the arm of the couch and the other on the seat, baring my breasts to him. My nipples were so erect they hurt! I pushed up and felt my face getting hotter as my bush came into sight. I could almost feel my lips puffing up as his eyes went down from my breasts to my pussy. Gritting my teeth and vowing to get even with her I walked to the kitchen where my purse was. I could feel his eyes burning holes in my ass as I walked away from the couch. I felt it jiggle and sway and felt so embarrassed. When I got into the kitchen, I rested my head on the wall, shivering. God I was humiliated and aroused! I took a quick squeeze of my breasts and then my pussy, which was already damp. I moaned and then got my purse.

As I walked back in, I watched him staring at my naked front, my nipples, my swaying breasts, and my triangle. The short hair barely covering my pussy seemed too little as his eyes slid down to stare openly at it. Marilyn was seated on the couch trying to keep from laughing because of the look on my face. I was trying to keep from turning and running back to the kitchen.

Stupidly, rather than sitting down, I set my purse on the coffee table and bent to dig through it for my money. He stepped back a bit and at first I didn”t understand until he whistled. Then I got redder as I realized he was seeing my pussy peeking from between my legs. I stupidly rooted through my purse, letting him look his fill. Shit! I only had five dollars.

I stood up, blushing hard.

“I”ve only got a five.”

“Ma”am, that will be fine, just fine.”

I handed it to him, flushing. He took the five, looked me up and down again.

“Thanks for your business, ladies. This has been a real treat.”

Then Marilyn piped up.

“Walk him to the door Beth. You can hold it for him.”

And I did. I walked with him to the door, knowing he was watching my breasts jiggle and bounce with each step. I stepped to the side and opened the door, stepping back so I wasn”t in plain sight of the street. I waited as he took another long look, then stepped outside. As I closed the door, I heard him laughing and saw him shake his head.

“Marilyn, you bitch!”

I turned and stalked naked toward her. She looked at me and then broke out laughing. I was angry but her laughter made me start and we both started laughing out loud, so much that tears ran down my cheeks.

“I bet that was the best delivery he”s had in ages!”

“Marilyn, you are a bitch!”

Then we both broke out laughing again. I went and got two bottles of beer and we sat on the couch, drinking and eating the pizza. I still felt flushed from my exposure and a little uncomfortable being naked. When we had finished eating, Marilyn looked me up and down.

“I guess we can say that you have the guts to do it, Beth. Now you just have to decide if you want to strip for a fraternity.”

“Where was that guy from, what pizza place?”

“Nervous?”

“I don”t want it to be one that we use, Marilyn. Please tell me it is one from not around here.”

“It isn”t really local, Beth, but you could run into him in the future.”

“Shit, Marilyn. Why wouldn”t you say anything?”

“Just to see the look on your face and how you reacted. I think this could be a lot of fun, Beth, if you just cooperate with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, perhaps I could think of some other situations to put you in. You really get excited by this don”t you?”

“A little.”

“Do you like showing yourself off?”

“Not really, but it”s the embarrassment or the humiliation that turns me on, I think. I have never done anything like this without blushing and my face feeling on fire. I feel very uncomfortable usually when someone is looking at me down there.”

“You mean looking at your pussy?”

“Well, ah, yes.”

“Beth, is your sex life good? I don”t mean to embarrass you any more, but..”

“Yes, although we don”t have it as much as we used to. I”m not walking around frustrated or anything.”

“Well at least we know you aren”t in it to get screwed.”

Marilyn laughed again. I”ll have to think about this some. Maybe I can come up with a few things to keep you happy, Beth.”

With that she excused herself and got up. Smirking again, she took my hand, dragged me to door and opened it, leaving me naked in full sight of the street. Then she kissed my cheek and left. I shut the door hurriedly, not wanting the neighbors to see me naked. I walked slowly to the couch and sat down, trembling, thinking of what I had just done. I flushed again and giggled. Maybe I was an exhibitionist. What would my husband say if he ever found out?

I sat and daydreamed, still naked, when the phone rang. It was my husband, my loving husband, calling to tell me he would be late for dinner. I asked when he thought he would be home and he told me around seven. I was feeling pretty wound up and devilishly thought of how to get something for me. I went and found an apron that only covered me from the waist down. I laid it on the counter and looked through the fridge to find something for dinner. I made a salad and took out some steaks and garlic bread. I got our ice bucket and filled it and put a bottle of good wine in it to cool.

Around ten to seven I turned the oven broiler on and put the steaks on the broiling pan and the garlic bread on a cookie sheet. Then, smiling to myself, I put on the apron, leaving me with bare breasts from the front and a naked ass from the back. I opened the wine and stuck it back in ice bucket and then walked to the front door. I was thinking of what my husband would say when he saw me, smiling to myself. I heard the car pull up and a door slam. I waited until I heard steps and as I heard the doorknob begin to twist, I opened the door.

“Hi honey.”

Then I shrieked and covered my breasts. There were two men and a woman standing behind my husband. My face immediately turned scarlet and I was going to turn around, until I remembered the view from the back.

“W-w-what is going on?”

My husband had a shocked expression on his face, but no more than the others who had just seen my breasts.

“Beth, I tried to call you but I couldn”t get through, this is John, Steve and Mary from one of our clients. What are you doing for god”s sake?”

I backed up from the door trembling and my husband and the others walked inside, closing the door. I was so embarrassed, standing with my arms crossed over my breasts and just an apron on. I looked at his clients and all three were grinning at me.

“I-I-I just w-w-wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, you sure did. Why don”t you, ah, get something on, Beth.”

Without thinking, I turned and dashed through the living room and up the stairs, showing them my ass, jiggling and bouncing as I ran. Jesus! I glanced back and all four of them were watching me! Fuck! As soon as I was in our bedroom I had to sit down I was shaking so hard. After a few minutes, I got up and found a sundress. Then I got a pair of full underpants and some sandals. With the cut of the sundress, I couldn”t really wear a bra. I dressed quickly and then took a deep breath. Then I walked out and down the stairs. I was still blushing. I walked up to them, the clients.

“I have to apologize, I wasn”t expecting company.”

“Obviously.”

They broke out laughing, even my husband. I shook all their hands, feeling my breasts jiggle as I did. My nipples hadn”t gone down at all, if anything they were harder and tingling.

“I don”t have much for dinner. I guess I could make hamburgers or something.” “Let”s order in. There”s a good Chinese place that delivers.”

My face got hotter as I remembered the pizza. Well at least my husband wasn”t going to ask to me to strip for the delivery. I got the menu from the fridge and took orders from every one. Then I went back into the kitchen to call it in. I then found out why I got caught. The phone hadn”t been hung up right so it didn”t ring. My husband came in as I was finished the order. He came up behind me and pressed against me. I could feel his erection against my ass. When I hung up, he turned me and cupped a breast.

“No bra, huh.”

His thumb rubbed over my nipple, making little jolts shoot through my body. I looked at him, smiling. Then I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants.

“Beth..”

“Shhh”

I reached inside his pants and fished out his erection. I looked up at him, smiled and kissed the tip. Then I opened my mouth and sucked him for just a few seconds.

“That”s so you”ll remember me later.”

I stood up and squeezed his erection.

“I don”t think I could ever forget you, Beth.”

We both smiled, then he kissed me and playfully swatted my ass

“We have company, slut. Get out there and be charming.”

“Yes Sir.”

We went back into the living room and I was as charming as I could be after what had happened. No, I didn”t strip for the Chinese delivery; no I didn”t strip so they could see me again. It was a reasonably nice evening, although I caught looks from each one of the clients that made me blush. When it was time for them to go I shook their hands again.

“Very nice meeting you and forgive me, please.”

“It was nice to meet you too, Beth, very nice.”

That made my face heat. My husband walked them out and I was clearing the table when he came back in. He walked up behind me, pinning me against the table. Up went my dress and my underpants were pulled down. I kicked until one foot was free. With my underpants dangling from one ankle, my husband pushed me over the table and fucked me. Usually we make love. This was fucking. He pulled the top of my dress down so my breasts spilled out and squeezed them as he fucked me. I was hot and wet, but I didn”t orgasm before he came inside me.

This running commentary took me completely by surprise, not to mention her unexpected use of such foul language, the like of which I had never heard her use before. But more was to come.

“Oh boy, oh fuck, I can’t stand it, it’s just so bloody strong, I can’t stand it”, she protested as if requiring help from someone. Her cries for assistance would have been very much more convincing had she not continued to vigorously poke herself even harder, now licking her lips and looking to the heavens as if in search of some divine intervention.

Without stopping, and now bringing her head forward, she looked down as she started to thrust her hips forward as if in some final effort to manage to encounter Greg’s mate’s equally enthusiastic genitals.

Even though she had just loudly and crudely announced her orgasm to the whole world, this did not curtail her self pleasuring as she continued to poke herself and rub her clit with just as much vigour as she watched Greg’s mate pull himself off in front of her.

“Oh God, oh fuck, I don’t believe it,” she cried out.

“It’s happening again,” she screamed even louder.

“I’m about to come again, I am, I am coming again.”

“Oh God, oh Christ, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

Suddenly her body became completely motionless as she again seemed to be savouring those few fleeting sensations of post orgasmic pleasure as she again looked up to the sky, her hands still firmly clasped to her crotch.

After a few moments of remaining completely still, Helen suddenly brought her head forward again, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“Wow, I’m really sorry about that language, I don’t normally swear like that do I Steve?, it’s just that I just couldn’t help myself then, I mean, I’ve never come as many times as that before,……….ever.”

Then looking down, she then did something even more out of character. Slowly removing her still inserted fingers out of herself, she brought her hand up to her face as if to examine her fingers in close detail. Even from where I was, some ten feet away, I could see that they were both covered in the creamy residue of her own love juices.

“Boy, am I wet or what?” she asked rhetorically, still closely examining her digits.

“Well guys, is that receptive enough for you?” She queried in a most inviting type of tone.

Placing these cream covered fingers up to her mouth, one at a time, she meticulously started to suck each one clean in the fashion of a little girl sucking on a lollipop. I noticed that as she did this, she still held her focus on Greg’s mate who, with an increased urgency now, was still continuing to unembarrassingly pull himself off.

I decided it was now or never.

“That’s it.” I shouted.

“That’s enough, we are stopping it right here before it goes any further,” moving in between Helen’s crotch and the end of Greg’s movie camera lens, which at this point was not a huge distance apart.

Greg got off what must have been the last couple of feet on this film, some of which must have included footage of me looking rather indignant but still with a full hard on, before he finally stood up from his crouching position. The fact that his penis was still, like mine fully erect and rock hard seemed to be of no apparent concern or embarrassment to him either.

His mate had turned away from me slightly and hearing Helen clapping her hands as in applause behind me, made me turn towards her to see what had brought this on. I couldn’t help notice that she was now sucking something off the middle finger of her other hand and just shrugged her shoulders at me in an `Oh well’ sort of attitude.

Looking back towards Greg’s mate, who had just handed something to Helen, I noticed that he no longer sported the short hard erection that he had before, although it was still considerably engorged. I had some suspicions that he might have actually shot his load because it was weird that he managed to lose his erection so quickly and both Greg and I, still had ours.

“No worries”, said Greg.

“We don’t want to upset you guys as you probably have some plans judging by the way you’ve aroused each other, not to mention us”, he added with a stifled laugh.

“Don’t let us stop you two from enjoying yourselves though, hey in fact I can get my other camera out again if you want me to add some more spicier shots to the album too”.

I looked up at Helen who was still laying on her side and now, casually as you like, brushing her hair. I concluded that this must have been what she had taken from Greg’s mate just before. He had since gone over to one of their bags and returned with a different, smaller camera and mumbled something to Helen about using the brush down there. She seemed to be nodding and responding positively as she kneeled up with her legs apart again then placed the round, smooth wooden handle of the brush between her spread fanny lips and started to gently slide it up and down a few times before gently inserting the quite thick handle end of it up inside herself a short way.

Greg’s mate was now in front of her and told Helen to hold the pose, taking several shots of her with the brush handle being increasingly inserted further up inside her fanny as she pulled and pinched on one of her nipples with her free hand. It wasn’t hard to see that in her present state of mind, she certainly had the appetite to take it as far as either of these guys wanted her to go. Witnessing Helen’s incredible behaviour, I got the distinct impression that had I not been there to watch over her, in her present sexually exited condition, these guys would have been offered no resistance from her should they have wanted to take full advantage of the situation. Considering the fact that she was now masturbating herself openly in front of them both with the use of her hairbrush whilst Greg’s mate continued to photograph it, I had little doubt that it would have taken very little further persuasion on their part (or perhaps Greg in this case as he still had a full erection) to convince Helen to let him go all the way with her. The image of him actually doing it to her whilst his friend continued to take pictures kept flashing into my mind.

Coming back to reality and seeing as my previous remarks had still gone unheeded, I loudly repeated my earlier request. “Okay, I said that’s enough now.” I shouted, again positioning myself between Helen and Greg’s mate.

“I think you’ve already got all the photos that you are going to get today.”

Helen now jumped down off the tree, looking more than just a bit disappointed. She started to brush her hair again, not even stopping to wipe the moist handle. With this Greg shrugged his shoulders and muttered something like,

“Oh well, Helen, you still did a bloody marvellous job anyway.”

Realising that this was as far as I would let them go they both went back over to where their bags lay. Greg’s mate put his shorts back on. I noticed that he carefully wiped himself with a small towel before pulling them up, making me even more convinced of the outcome of his previous activities. Both began to pack up their cameras. As they did this they were just casually chatting amongst themselves but when they had finished Greg came over to us and thanked us for our participation and commented that for first timers we had both done exceedingly well as models. He said that when we really got into naturism seriously, we would begin to realise that the human body is a gift that should be admired and displayed and that the worst thing you can do is to hide something so beautiful from the eyes of others.

“Remember, there is no sin in beauty,” he said again,

adding that he had the feeling that Helen obviously already had a good appreciation of this but that sometimes it took a while for others to fully realise it. There wasn’t too much doubt as to whom this point was directed at. He added that he hoped they would catch up with us again soon, promising that once he had printed these shots he would make sure that he got some copies to us. Greg said to Helen that seeing as she had enjoyed it so much, that if she was interested, his camera club could use someone as attractive and uninhibited as her as a model any time she was available and that she would get paid well for it. Helen was obviously flattered but also now for the first time seemed aware of her nakedness, wrapping a towel around herself. She replied that she would think about it.

Saying goodbye they then casually strolled off, back up the track down which they had come as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Only the fact that Greg was still obviously more than slightly aroused would have suggested otherwise.

When they were out of sight I had to compose myself before being able to talk to Helen. Eventually when I felt that the tension of the situation had diminished somewhat, I asked Helen how she could possibly have behaved so shamelessly in front of two complete strangers and let them touch her like that.

“I don’t know what came over me,” she said.

“I know you are probably shocked, I am myself, I would never have believed I could have done that in front of other people but I just seemed to lose all control. I wanted so much to be like a real model and they made me feel so good about myself and how I was doing that I really was beginning to enjoy being the centre of attention. I’m amazed that I let it go so far but I was so turned on, especially when they touched me that I couldn’t help myself and didn’t want to stop. I know you probably think what I did was wrong but please try to understand and not be too mad at me,” she pleaded.

I thought about what she had said and suddenly felt almost empathy towards her. I held back what I had intended to say which included the phrase `Acting like a slut’ and merely replied that I was probably more surprised than anything else about her behaviour but considering everything I could understand how she had been turned on by it all as it had had the same effect on all of us. I asked her however, what could I have possibly done to stop these two big guys if either or both them had tried to have their way with her.

“I don’t know,” she replied,

“I was too carried away with things to even think straight, but when I saw each of you getting horny, it made me want to try even harder to be sexy for you all. The idea that I had aroused three men at the same time was just the biggest turn on for me, and I began to imagine what it would be like, having all of you doing it to me at the same time. Although I knew it was wrong, I felt really selfish, as if I had earned the right to have all of you to myself”, she added.

“One thing I do know is that when that guy started to brush my pubes, I got a feeling, almost like electricity go straight through my whole body and I knew that I was getting very wet down there, I was just hoping that nobody noticed. Then when Greg started to cut my hair and rubbed the comb against my lips, I was so close to coming you would’t believe it. It was at that point that I really lost it, like having an itch that you just had to scratch, so that’s why when I got the chance and he asked me to touch myself, I just had to make myself come, knowing how close I was anyway and I felt like I would explode if I didn’t”.

I said nothing and just continued to look at her, not really knowing what more I could say being in the mild state of shock that I was. In a possible effort to explain herself better she went on.

“Look, when I was growing up, coming from such a strict Catholic family and going to a convent school, I was always being told to sit properly, to always keep my legs together, act like a lady, never have too much skin exposed, not even to wear patent shoes in case boys looked up your dress in their reflection. All my life I never ever saw my mother without her clothes on. At night I often used to dream that I was walking down St Albans High street, every thing was just as normal except that I had nothing on and everyone was watching me. I remember that when I woke up I was always disappointed that it was only a dream. I guess in this dream I was probably rebelling against all the suppression I got at home and school. Well, this was probably one of the few chances I have ever had when I really felt that I could finally live out that dream by doing what I did. And I can tell you, it felt so liberating doing something totally without inhibition for maybe only the second time in my whole life, and you can’t tell me it didn’t do something for you too, I mean most of the time you had a hard on as well. Didn’t it feel good, just for once having an erection in front of other people without shame and seeing them the same way too?”.

I had to think on this for a few moments before answering, not even being aware enough to ask why she had said `only the second time’.

“Yeah, I suppose it did feel a bit weird, yet not all together bad. Seeing both of them with hard ons did scare me at first because I thought that they were going to try to screw you, but I also know that even though I was obviously concerned, the thought of it made me go even harder. What were you thinking though when that guy started wanking himself off in front of you, weren’t you worried that he might try to rape you?”.

“No, it never even occurred to me, I just saw it as his appreciation of what I was doing for you all. To be honest, it took away some of the guilty feelings I was having about touching myself so openly in front of you all like I was. I Know that this will probably sound disgusting to you now but when I was making myself come that second time, I couldn’t help but fantasise about the three of you joining in and coming all over me or better still, all coming inside me. Who knows, maybe if you had have, then perhaps you and Greg could have enjoyed coming as much as his mate and I obviously did. If those two are anything to go by, probably nudists don’t mind getting hard or coming in front of their friends, Greg’s mate certainly didn’t have any inhibitions or hold back did he? I was amazed by just how far he managed to shoot his load when he ejaculated, did you see how far he spurted, some of his cum actually landed on my thigh from about four feet away. You know that’s the first time I’ve ever seen a man make himself come like that and it made me feel so special, special because I knew it was all because of me”.

What she had told me really surprised me, much more than I could have ever imagined. I knew that I would have to do some serious rethinking about my obvious misconceptions as to the way that I believed she thought about these things, especially her attitude towards this new found sexual freedom. Whilst it worried me that she would even fantasise about other men screwing her or pulling themselves off in front of her, it also excited me, probably more than I would have liked to admit at the time. Was her display in front of these guys fundamentally wrong and obscene or were our previous attitudes to something like this completely out of kilter with reality? I guess it really depended upon whose reality you measured it by. I was totally confused and yet somehow strangely excited by what had gone on but I knew that I had a lot of serious thinking to do to come to terms with all this.

Being quite hot, we eventually decided to go for another swim. I suggested to Helen that maybe she should put her bottoms back on this time but she replied that she would prefer not to if that was okay by me. I was used to taking no for an answer by this time so I did not push the point. This time on walking back up the beach, it obviously did not go unnoticed by some of the guys there that Helen was now showing off rather more of herself than she had been an hour or so before and I had my first doubts about Greg’s statement that there were no degrees of nudity. The admiring looks of approval on all of their faces were hard to ignore as we walked back into the dunes, Helen seeming quite chuffed with this new attention she had received.

After having this refreshing swim which gave us both some time to cool down, I felt that my feelings of anger towards her had subsided somewhat.

After a little while laying face down and soaking up the warm rays on my back, I turned over and asked Helen if she would rub some more lotion on to my front. She complied, again straddling me as before. Looking down at her hairless pussy, her lips swollen and hanging down, my penile response was immediate. This time Helen took the initiative and gradually positioned her self above me. With my hands, I carefully eased her arse cheeks apart as she lowered herself down on to me. We coupled so easily that with just one push I was completely inside her. She started to raise and lower herself, again doing all the work. We had both been very aroused by the previous events of the day and the amount of sexual tension in the air could almost be cut by a knife. Now having nothing in the way to stop me seeing myself slide in and out of her, the erotisicm of the moment was heightened to a new level that I had never before experienced. I had never before realised just how sensual her lips had looked as they palpitated to and fro with every movement or how her clit would protrude out beneath it’s protective little hood each time our bodies got closer. With all these things intensifying the sensations we were experiencing, it was not long before we both began to come, this time together. It was so overpowering that even some noise in the bushes behind us could not cause Helen to stop until she was completely satisfied although she seemed to focus in on the tell tale rustling even as she climaxed. The thought of someone watching us this time did not have the same effect as before. If anything it only enhanced the excitement of the moment. Something told us though that Greg may now have got the shots that he had offered to take before. But, you know, we really didn’t care.

If someone had bet me a few hours before that by this time this afternoon my normally shy and reserved wife would have walked naked on a public beach, had sex out in the open twice, posed completely starkers and unashamed for erotic photo’s, let two complete strangers play with her tits and fanny and then masturbated her hairless fanny to orgasm in front of them, I would have given odds of one million to one against.

I would have lost.

In the hour or so it took us to drive home to East Malvern, later that afternoon, barely a word was spoken between us. It was almost as if we were suddenly two strangers again and not quite able to communicate in our normally effortless way. There was a multitude of confused issues that were buzzing around in my head. Trying to come to terms with them in my confused but over stimulated mind was not easy as these issues were many and complex. This was without doubt the most sexually charged day that I had had in my quite short adult life but it had been both stimulating and frightening at the same time. Emotionally, I wasn’t quite sure how to handle this paradox before me. Although Helen had remained quiet, she didn’t seem as disturbed by what had happened today as I had been. She appeared to have taken the whole of today’s events completely within her stride and it was because of this easy acceptance that my own more agitated state of mind concerned me. Had she no qualms that her intimate and uninhibited little display could have been seen by me in much the same light as if she had been unfaithful to me? Obviously not. Why then was I not mature enough to be able to let her have done this without all these self recriminations going around in my head? Was I perhaps feeling a sense of guilt because deep down I had actually enjoyed watching her do it in some way? My mind was spinning and it was only after having had our showers and had cooled down a bit that I managed to feel able to openly discuss that day’s extraordinary events with her.