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Hugh, Sarah and Me

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Hugh, Sarah and Me by wardell321@yahoo.com (wardell321@yahoo.com)Hugh, a guy I know through work, and his wife Marie are nudists who keep a secluded country cabin where they spend weekends and vacations naked. My wife Sarah and I occasionally have drinks with them at their home and they often pressed us to join them at the cabin. Sarah who can be shy with others never wanted to go even though Marie said she could wear a swimming costume, but she finally relented this summer. We drove up at Saturday lunchtime for an overnight stay. As it happened our hosts were out when we arrived so we all met up fully clothed but Hugh and Marie got nude immediately and I followed; Sarah went inside and got into her bikini. It was a first time for me but our friends made it easy by being casual though I did catch myself taking in Marie's body every time I thought no one was watching. We're all in our late fifties so there's been a certain amount of give around the bits that tend to sag in older women but I actually quite like that. Marie was relaxed in front of me; at one point when I was behind her she bent over to pick something up from the floor, I'm sure not deliberately, and I got a full view of her vaginal slit with its fleshy lips and her anus. I wouldn't say the atmosphere was overtly sexual but I thought Hugh was enjoying being nude in front of Sarah when she was not. He's got a good body for his age, athletic and not paunchy and I liked the hang of his stubby, thick cock. Like me, he's uncircumcised. We swam in their pool and lounged until late afternoon when the girls said they needed to shop for dinner. Hugh and I were lying side by side on the surround of the pool and he asked me sorta casually how I liked it. Fine, I said. He seemed to have something on his mind. Then out of the blue he asked me how often I masturbated (not whether, you'll notice). It's one of those things it's stupid to deny (people know you're lying, especially at my age) although I normally don't like to discuss it. "Most days," I said reluctantly. "Sarah do it to you sometimes?" he added. I nodded. "You like that, hugh," he grinned. The next thing I knew, he'd rolled nearer to me and just took my hold of my prick in his right hand. I froze, surprised and embarrassed. He slid my foreskin back and I started to get hard. I hadn't been masturbated by another guy since school and it wasn't something I thought about (women's breasts are my big thing) but his touch brought back memories of teenage experiments. He started to wank me and I let him; I liked it and he knew it. He masturbated me the way I do it to myself, changing the speed and the length of the strokes to spin the pleasure out, until we heard the girls' car approaching and he pounded me quickly to ejaculation. We just had time to wipe the mess up with a towel and slide into the pool before they appeared. The evening was cool so we dressed to eat outside. Hugh winked at me now and again and I tried to avoid his eye, embarrassed. When we got to bed I fucked Sarah so hard (perhaps a Freudian assertion of heterosexual virility!) that she noticed, complimented me appreciatively and kissed the tip of my cock. I went to sleep quickly but was awake again by two. At three, I gave in to insomnia and went out on to the terrace. I was lighting a cigarette when I heard the soft pad of bare footsteps. "Are you looking for me," Hugh said. I hadn't realised it but as soon as he spoke I realised that I was. I wanted him. We were both fully naked and his body glowed like pale marble in the moonlight. I could see he was hard, his penis standing high from his black pubic bush. He put his arms around me and pressed his genitals and belly against mine then pulled me to the ground. We masturbated each other. I loved the feel of his prick in my hand, hot and soft but with a hard, rigid core. Eventually I made him ejaculate and licked his sperm from my fingers; then he watched while I wanked myself to a climax in front of him. It was a great feeling to be watched and I marvelled that I could take so much pleasure in another man and still desire women. Driving home that afternoon, Sarah asked casually: "What were you doing on the terrace last night?" I hesitated, caught off guard and she added: "Don't lie by the way." I realised she knew but also that she didn't seem to be angry. I confessed to her about the two wanking sessions with Hugh, leaving nothing out and not denying that I'd enjoyed it. "Would you do it again?" she asked quietly. "I'd like to," I nodded. "It doesn't mean I feel any differently about you." We drove without speaking for a bit before she told me that she'd gone looking for me when she saw I was out of bed and had seen me together with Hugh on the terrace. "I could see you were both naked and kind of make out what you were touching each other but not clearly," she said. "I understand that men of your age have this kind of need for mutual masturbation and I don't mind so long as it's not done in secret. It's okay if you want to do it again - but on condition that I'm there to watch." I couldn't believe my ears but I felt my cock rearing in my pants at her offer. "Jesus, I need to stroke right now after that," I told her. I pulled the car off the road, bared my cock and wanked into a handkerchief which she held for me. She was laughing with delight while I did it. You know, we've been married for 25 years and this was the first time I'd dared to let her see me masturbate, and we both loved it. She had a side I'd never guessed at. Hugh wasn't back home for another week and I couldn't be sure he'd be up for a joint session with Sarah present. But when he called he was looking for more fun and when I told him Sarah had seen us, and what her conditions were, he couldn't wait. It was another couple of evenings before he was going to be free and when he met me at work the next day, he wanted to take me straight to the men's room to masturbate each other in a cubicle. I told him I was aching for it too but Sarah had foreseen this and had forbidden me to go with him. "I think Sarah's decided to be in charge of this thing," I said which made him grin with anticipation. He came on Friday evening. Fifteen minutes before he was due, Sarah ordered me to get naked and somewhat sheepishly I got my clothes off. Sarah herself was wearing what I sometimes called her schoolmarm outfit - white blouse, knee-length black skirt and stockings and high-heeled shoes; she'd put her hair up in an elegant chignon. When Hugh rang the bell, she sent me to answer it and when I opened the door and he saw me standing there naked, he whistled. Sarah and Hugh made themselves comfortable in the living room while I fixed drinks. We made small talk for a bit and boy, did it feel odd being completely nude with two fully dressed people looking me up and down and very obviously enjoying my discomfiture (which to tell the truth I was rather enjoying myself). Finally Sarah said: "Well boys, cleanliness being next to you know what, lets start with a shower." We all went up to the first floor bathroom and Hugh undressed while I ran the water hot. Sarah watched, nursing her drink and taking in Hugh's beautiful body as it revealed itself. Hugh joined me in the shower and we touched as the water sluiced over our nude bodies. We were both hard and excited. I poured gel over him and started to lather his hairless breasts and belly but deliberately without touching his cock yet. He leant on his back against the tiled wall, thrusting his groin forwards to me and moaning. His penis hardened still further and as it grew to its full length, his foreskin slid back to reveal the purple head. My own cock was burning for the grip of a tight fist. I pulled him against me, grabbed both our cocks together in my left hand and started to masturbate us. With my right hand, I squeezed more gel down his back. I couldn't see Sarah but I knew she her gaze was riveted on us. I soaped his back, kneading his spine and shoulder blades and the taut sinew and muscle under his smooth skin. He bit my neck gently between his front teeth as, still masturbating us slowly with my left hand, I used the middle finger of my right to find first of all the cleavage between his buttocks and then his arsehole. He stiffened at my first touch of his anal lips but he didn't resist when I slid my finger all the way into him. He began a rhythmic to-ing and fro-ing movement which in turn impaled his arsehole on my finger behind and then masturbated himself inside my fist in front. His heaving was slow at first and then ever faster until he achieved the grunting crisis of ejaculation. I spurted myself immediately afterwards and we let ourselves fall back against the walls of the shower with each other's sperm dribbling down our bellies and thighs. Sarah was watching us with a half-amused, half-condescending smile. I'd never seen her like this, so cool and commanding while Hugh and I were red and panting and feeling slightly ridiculous in that post-ejaculation let-down that men get. She told us to dry off and we followed her to the master bedroom. This time Hugh was sent to get the drinks and while he was away Sarah ordered me to put on a black, frilly suspender belt and stockings which she produced from a bag. I was admiring myself in front of the full-length mirror when Hugh came back and the sight of me immediately got him hard. I was excited myself. I liked the way the belt and stockings framed my cock and balls. Hugh tried to get Sarah to take hold of his cock but she was having none of that. She slapped his hand away and said: "This is strictly boys night." She turned to me and ordered me to lie on the bed on my back with my legs raised in the air and spread wide. I was now fully open and both of them could see my most intimate parts. Hugh strode forward and plunged his mouth over my cock and started to suck me. His tongue slid up and down the sensitive underside of the head of my penis and although I'm not usually noisy during sex I couldn't restrain myself from calling out with pleasure. Sarah, who had put her face close to the action said: "You sound like a woman, darling." Did I have a little premonition then about what she had in store for me? Whatever, I felt the rush of a terrific ejaculation kick out of my balls and fill Hugh's mouth and throat with sperm which he swallowed greedily. Having Sarah watch us made things incredibly intense for both Hugh and me. I felt that there was nothing I wouldn't do or submit to if she wanted it. So I was disappointed when she said we should have some supper now. Not for long, though. She told Hugh to dress but ordered me to put on a waitress's little white lace apron and told me I would serve the meal. The apron was too short to conceal my genitals so I was again effectively nude while Sarah and Hugh were clothed and that excited me tremendously. I stood beside the table and played with myself while they ate and watched me. I could tell from Hugh's glance that he couldn't wait to get at me again which amused Sarah but she wasn't going to let herself be hurried and insisted on coffee when the meal was over. I was now almost beside myself with desire which, of course, was Sarah's intention. At last, she ordered me to open her handbag and bring her what was inside. It was empty except for a new tube of K-Y jelly. Well, you don't need K-Y to wank, so I knew instantly what that meant. Hugh had meanwhile got naked again. Sarah told me to cover his hard-on liberally with jelly and to smear the rest on my arsehole and buttocks. I'd always sworn that I would never, under any circumstances, take it up the arse from a man, but I didn't dare disobey now and I could see there was no demur on Hugh's part. Obediently, I let Sarah lead me to the sofa and bend me over its back with my legs apart and my buttocks open. There was a mirror on the wall in front of me so that I could see myself in this humiliating position. I saw her move towards Hugh and lead him by the prick towards me. A moment later they were standing behind me. I felt the tip of Hugh's prick, still in Sarah's grip, brush against my buttocks and my exposed anus. She gently inserted the head of his shaft into my orifice and then, pressing on Hugh's buttocks, pushed him all the way into me. I'd never realised it was possible to feel so full - or that it would be so good to be used like a woman. He started fucking me, slowly at first, pulling his prick almost all the way out and then sliding the full length of the shaft back up me until his belly slapped against my slippery buttocks. It was Hugh who was physically riding me but it was to Sarah that I owed this indescribable almost unbearable pleasure and I felt full of gratitude and love. When finally he ejaculated and I felt his hot sperm spread itself inside me while I bucked under him, it was to Sarah that I shouted my ecstasy. That evening was the start of a new relationship between Sarah and me in which she became the dominant partner in our marriage with my more than willing submission. Apart from being fucked regularly by Hugh in the presence of Sarah and sometimes Marie, I underwent a domestic regime of deeply satisfying sexual humiliation and abuse by Sarah which I will recount in another episode.