Future of Porn

As you might guess, William and I enjoyed a full afternoon of passionate sex, often talking to each other about Steve or Carrie’s body, but more about their reactions to our bodies. After dark, we even went out under the maple tree to retrieve the tray and glasses, and we wound up making love there on the blanket. Although we figured that the neighbors could not see us in the dark, I don’t think we would have stopped if they did see us.

After the two of us, in just a matter of weeks, had come so far in what William called our nude self-confidence, I continued to look for ways to keep the experiences new and exciting. Steve and Carrie maintained their usual routine of going nude when sitting on the patio, swimming, and doing yard work. William and I joined them in this regular habit, and I immediately wished I had enjoyed the pleasures of being outside in the nude earlier in life.

I liked the way Carrie would show up nude at the back door for a little visit, so I tried joining them on their patio that way a few times. I liked the way William followed Steve’s lead by working around the yard, seemingly without a care about being exposed, and both of them were always at least half erect. Despite appearances, though, William told me it was still difficult to let the others see him that way. No doubt, it didn’t help that Carrie and I teased the two of them, saying we didn’t think we’d see them completely flaccid ever again. Of course, she and I were both happy to see their penises remain fuller and to keep them on edge a bit, not to mention that a stiffer penis bounces more when the man moves about.

Every once in a while, we each had occasion to be the only ones nude in front of the others. One of the times Carrie dropped in, William and I were just going out to run errands. At their house, I once came in from a luncheon outing with Carrie, and Steve was coming in from a swim. For them, however, I think the feeling was not that unusual.

On the other hand, on another occasion, Carrie and I were planning to go shopping for wallpaper border that I wanted for our bedroom. Before heading out to the store, she and I were in the bedroom to measure the walls, and William came in from mowing the grass out front, meaning that he was dressed when he came inside. He was going to jump in the shower when he found us in the room and seemed surprised and a little embarrassed because we made no effort to hurry or go.

Neither of us made any effort to look the other way either when he finally started to undress for his shower. With both of us fully dressed and smiling, he perhaps felt challenged and decided to show how daring he could be. His shirt and shorts were off quickly, and the underpants came down after only a brief pause. He never turned away while stripping and left the bathroom door open when he went in to shower.

Carrie and I took our time (who can concentrate on measuring walls when a man can be seen in the shower in the next room), so we were still in the room when he came out. Leaving his towel aside, he even came over to us to talk to us about our plans for the afternoon. I was proud of his confident display, and our stares must have pleased him because his penis grew erect while we talked.

After that daring show, I wanted to prove my own confidence too. My opportunity came soon enough. William and I had been out for part of the morning, and we had to get back in time for William to go golfing with Steve. I walked with William next door, where we found Steve waiting on the patio, but Carrie was not home. They had a little time, so we sat to talk before the guys left, and I saw my chance to satisfy my curiosity about taking such a dare. I stood up and said, “It’s getting warm out here. Do you mind if I take a quick dip in the pool?”

Steve quickly answered, “Of course not. Feel free anytime.”

I had the attention of both and started to unbutton my blouse. Because we had been to some stores before, I was wearing a bra. It was thin enough to let my nipples show through, which the men could see as I faced them while undressing. With my slacks off next, they could see that my panties matched the bra and did little to hide my pubic hair.

Steve remarked, “It’s strange, but I’ve never seen you in your underwear.”

“Do you approve of this style,” I asked and turned around to show that my panties were see-through in the back as well.

“Oh, yes, I approve, that is, if underwear is necessary, yours seem to me to be a good choice.”

William was beaming as he watched me continue stripping for them. “Well, no undies are needed for the pool,” I said, and I faced them again as I reached behind to unclasp my bra. Pulling the loose straps off my arms, I placed it on the chair with my other clothes. Neither of them took their eyes off me as I paused, still needing to gather my courage. Proudly, I kept my composure, eased my panties down my legs, dropped them on the chair, and stood for a few moments for them to examine me.

Only when I thought I had given them enough of a show did I walk around to the deeper side of the pool, deliberately giving them a view of my bottom in motion, and dived in. When it was time for them to go, I got out to give William a kiss good-bye. And to give both one more look at my dripping nudity. It was difficult for William to tear himself away and go then, and we later made love, talking entirely of how my scene had made both of us so aroused.

William and I also paid a return visit to the quarry the next time he had a call at the university. Although neither of us spoke about it, it was understood that we both wanted to lay out in the nude this time. In the middle of summer, with the weather somewhat hotter, the “beachfront” was even more crowded than before, and no matter where we spread our blanket, we were going to be very close to others. Looking for people we wouldn’t mind being next to, I noticed that a few more couples were baring all today, but there were still several men with the baggy trunks and topless girlfriends, and still a few men alone and gawking. “So what,” I figured.

“Don’t those two look familiar?” William asked, and he pointed to a couple up ahead.

“Yeah, they’re the ones from last time, the guy who took our picture.”

They were camped out a bit away from the water’s edge, and there was room next to them for our blanket, so we had found our spot. The two of them were sitting up as we approached, and I could see again her shaved vagina and his odd looking (to me) uncircumcised penis. They looked our way and must have recognized us. “The romantic couple returns,” she exclaimed, and he offered a friendly, “Welcome back.”

“Hi again. Glad to see you,” I said, and immediately hoped they would not take that the wrong way. “Are you guys regulars here?”

“We can’t get tans like this in our backyard,” she replied, laughing. “By the way, we’re Karen and Ed.”

“We’re Linda and William. We live about two hours away, so we don’t get here so often. It’s a great place, though.”

William and I went about the task of spreading out our blanket, and then William started to fidget with something in the athletic bag. Maybe he was stalling to see what I would do. I was determined not to be shy or afraid. Still on my feet, plainly in view of our new acquaintances and several other potential watchers nearby, I quickly untied my bikini top and dropped it on the ground.

Continuing our brief conversation, Karen said, “You’ll need plenty of sunscreen today in this heat.”

Acutely aware that they were looking at me, I answered, “That will just make the water feel all the better,” and then, before I could think about it too much, I hooked my thumbs in my bikini bottom and peeled it off in front of them and who knows how many others. Ed certainly didn’t turn away, and I noticed a number of other pairs of eyes glancing or staring my way.

William was taken aback by my abruptness, but he soon caught up. Getting to his feet, he followed my example and peeled his suit down and off. He told me later that he was fighting his nerves, on the one hand, and arousal at my stripping, on the other. As a result, his penis was not fully erect, but it was partially on the way there. Karen didn’t turn away from his display, and I liked the fact that they, like us, enjoyed gazing at another’s nude body for the first time.

While we were both still on our feet, I got out the sunscreen. It was sexier to apply it while standing, and I enjoyed rubbing it into my breasts and thighs. At my request, William did my back, and it made me quiver when he ran his hands over my bare bottom in front of so many. I did the same for him, and when I noticed that he was too shy to touch himself, I tenderly applied some lotion to his penis and testicles so they might get red from excitement, but not from sunburn.

All oiled up, we finally sat down. I leaned back on my elbows, but kept my legs together out in front of me, and William followed my example. Karen remarked, “How nice to see a couple take care of each other so lovingly. I’m glad you’re back and next to us. Ed could use some lessons that way.”

I looked at him and noticed that the head of his penis was peeking out a little. We made eye contact, and he saw where I had been looking. I smiled, and he shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “Whaddya gonna do?” Karen saw him and giggled as she gave him a slap on his bottom.

Given the way I had started to study various bodies, I took note of other differences that made their bodies interesting. His penis and her shaved vagina were the obvious ones. His chest and legs (but not the top of his head) had lots more hair than I had seen on William or Steve, yet I was surprised to see that this didn’t mean that his pubic hair would be any denser. About Karen, her bottom was very rounded, and her breasts and nipples, despite a little drooping, would sometimes be covered by her long, straight brown hair when she sat up, and that looked sexy.

Because we felt we could trust them to take care of our bag of stuff, William and I were able to go in the water together. Walking to the water’s edge, I felt many eyes on my bottom. William was predictably in a frisky mood, and his hands and fingers gave me a great deal of pleasure under the water. In my hands, his penis was soon fully erect, but we didn’t do any more than play with each other like that. In order to get out of the water without such evident arousal, William said he needed to swim and work off the tension. I went in the other direction so as not to distract him, and after several minutes saw him walk back to our blanket, apparently without drawing more attention to his body than was proper.

I swam in toward the water’s edge and got out a little further down the way than I planned. I could have gotten back in the water, but I decided to try my resolve again. Stepping out onto the beach, nude and dripping wet, I walked the hundred feet or so back towards our blanket. Along the way, I had to pass several people, some nude or partially nude, some covered. In fact, at least two guys in shorts made it a point to walk past me.

Unknown to me at the moment, William was getting it all on camera, including shots of me near one of those guys with the shorts, but also shots of me near people whose nude bodies, male and female, were on display in the sun as much as mine. Back at the blanket, I was toweling off as William took one more picture that showed me with Ed and Karen in the background.

Ed noticed the camera and offered to take a picture of us together again. I was hoping to get such a snapshot, and the two of us posed arm in arm.

“Do you want me to get in closer, like last time?”

William told him, “One like that would be fine, but be sure to get one of us from head to toe also.” And that’s what he did, having us turn in different ways so that at least one or two would turn out well. As I later saw when looking at these pictures, Ed must have been turning us so that my vagina would be clearly visible in the sun, rather than hidden by shadows.

When I finally sat down again, William was telling me that he was starting to like it when women passed by and gave his penis a quick sidelong glance. Some got to see more than others, depending on how well he was dealing with his arousal.

Then he mentioned that he still did not have a picture of me naked. It was a good thing that Ed or Karen did not hear him, so we didn’t have to explain. Without speaking, I leaned back and opened my legs, not so wide as to be too obvious, but enough to show my labia to him and the camera. After that, I turned on my stomach for a while and rested, but I spent as much time on my back, legs parted, that afternoon. Any number of people passing by were able to see me naked, including Ed and Karen when they came back from a swim.

I rolled on my side to face them. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Let me guess,” Karen answered. “You want to know about my lack of pubic hair.”

“Sorry, I was curious. It looks very nice. Is it comfortable?”

“It is now, in a couple of ways. First, if you shave regularly, you don’t get the rash or itching that comes from a one-time rush job. Second, after being talked into it by this husband of mine, I had to get over the jitters when it came time to let the whole world see my bald vagina. Now, I think I even like the stares.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. I am trying to get comfortable enough to like the stares too.”

Ed said, “You’re doing very well then from what I can see, but I hope I’m not staring and making you uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m fine with you guys. In fact, I was hoping you didn’t think I was staring too much at you.”

Karen summed up our mutual feelings: “So we all like to stare a little. Big deal. What’s a little nudity among friends, huh?” The rest of the afternoon was more comfortable than I would have imagined.

When it was time to go that day, I suggested to William that we stay nude to walk back to the barrier separating this part of the beach from the family part. He smiled at my desire to make the sensations last as long as possible, so everyone still there at that hour got one more show.

At home, we looked at the pictures on our computer, and we were able to share them with Carrie and Steve this time. They liked all of the shots and took special note of the ones that showed me with other people also in the frame. “It looks like Linda won’t ever be running away from someone who sees her nude again,” Steve observed.

Carrie said, “You know, I think we can change our group’s plans now. Let’s have them back to our place so we can use the pool. And let’s invite our neighbors.”

“What group is that?” I asked.

“We get together with some other couples every few months,” Carrie explained. “In the summers, Steve and I like to host the parties because we have the pool. There’s a party coming up next week, but we made up an excuse to have someone else host it. You see, we didn’t know you would be okay with so many nudists. Even after the little picnic show, we didn’t want to presume that you would feel comfortable in a crowd. But now, finding out that you’ve been to a crowded beach and seeing these pictures, well, I think you’re invited. What do you say?”

I looked at William. He said, “I can if you can.”

“That’s what I was going to say to you,” I replied.

Steve then said, “Carrie didn’t tell you the whole story. Sometimes there may be some sex involved, but—.”

“You mean swapping partners all night?” I didn’t mean to sound so shocked, but the idea went way beyond my present limits.

“No,” Carrie quickly answered, “nothing like that, really. We all like looking at other bodies, so sometimes we like to have sex with our own partners in view of each other. It’s more of a show. But you wouldn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to do.”

Having finished looking at our pictures on the computer, the four of us were going back downstairs to our front room. As was our recent habit, we were all nude. William sat in a chair, and I sat on the arm of the chair next to him. His penis was getting erect, so I knew Carrie’s invitation intrigued him. “How does it work at these parties?” I asked.

“Nothing complicated,” replied Carrie. “For instance, I might begin like this,” and she pulled Steve closer to the sofa she sat on, stroked his penis and put it in her mouth. We could see them from the side, and I was stunned by the sexiness of their passion and by the memory of times when William and I might have been seen in exactly this position.

Every once in a while, I had looked at William and myself in a mirror as we made love, curious about what we looked like that way, and now I was getting a live show from our friends. She continued to suck him until he stepped back, knelt before her, and picked her legs up to put them over his shoulders. Her vagina opened for his tongue, and she clearly enjoyed his technique. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.

I could hardly speak, but managed to whisper, “It’s lovely.”

They moved to the floor with her on her hands and knees, and he entered her from behind. “This is our favorite position,” she panted. “Feel free to move around and look from any angle.”

I got up, fascinated. I had no idea that such a scene would have so many exciting details. The way his testicles bounced, the way the shaft of his penis slid in and out of her, the way the flesh of her bottom and breasts shook when he pushed into her. I loved it all.

Also, I became aware of how they enhanced their pleasure by looking at us while they made love, how being able to see our bodies while they experienced the feelings of their bodies made their sex more exciting. She cried out when her orgasm hit, and Steve’s face contorted when he soon followed. They collapsed on the floor, and after a few moments, I got up to get wash cloths for them. William and I were both very aroused. They could see William’s arousal clearly enough, but we were at a loss for words.

Having rested a while, Carrie and Steve got up. Before they left, she looked at William and me, smiled at our blushes, and said, “You two think about it and let us know. We’d love to see you at the party. And I do mean see.”

William and I just looked at each other, a little bit stunned. “Do you think you could do that?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Me neither,” he said, and I was glad to know we were still both approaching these new experiences at the same speed. He added, “They looked like they enjoyed it, though.”

“Oh, I got turned on too, and we all know you did. But we were watching, not doing.”

“You still turned on?”

“Yes, very.”

“You want to—,” but I stopped him.

“I don’t want to do anything right now. I think I want to keep feeling what I’m feeling and keep wondering what I’m wondering.”

“Wondering what?”

“Whether I could make love with you while they watched. I know it would be only fair. I just was not going to be ready to do it for them tonight. It all happened so fast.” I took his penis in my hand, bent over and gave it a deep kiss. “Maybe if I make myself wait I’ll want you so bad that I won’t care who watches.” And we went to bed for the night.

It was true that I did want William very much then, and more the next morning. We didn’t say a lot to each other over breakfast or afterward, although we both probably had a great deal to think about.

In the afternoon, I pushed myself to a decision. Having made a few preparations, I told William, “I’ve laid out some clothes for you on the bed. Why don’t you put them on and meet me on the patio?” He could see that I was wearing my short silk robe, but he couldn’t tell what, if anything, I had on underneath it. With a quizzical smile, he went upstairs, and when he returned shortly, I knew he understood my idea and was ready to go along with me.

She opened her eyes and looked into his, smiling softly and sighing. Then she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. When they broke, she began to move gently up and down on his shaft, gradually picking up the pace. Only after she was ecstatically bucking up and down his entire length, did the Rebel start to thrust. Gently at first, but with increasing force, he pushed up into her. Almost immediately, she had two more shattering orgasms.

Finally, the Rebel’s breathing began to issue in the grunts that Nancy’s mouth had brought out before. When he came, Nancy did too. Together they bounced and shook for nearly a minute, gasping and writhing in each other’s arms. When it was over Nancy collapsed into him and they lay in a heap, breathing heavily.

It took some time before my own breathing returned to a normal rhythm. I felt wrung out, exhausted, as if I’d just completed that sexual marathon myself. Nancy had had more orgasms in the last hour than I had given her in the last week. Still, I wasn’t at all sure she was finished. According to the time she had given him when they walked in, they still had more than an hour left. Somehow, I didn’t think they’d waste it.

A few minutes passed before Nancy stirred. The Rebel’s dick was still snug inside her. She leaned back and looked at him with a wry expression. “I don’t want to take it out,” she said.

“Then don’t.”

“I’m leaking come all over the place. I need to go get some tissues.” Leave it to Nancy to think about staining the couch at a time like that.

“No problem,” the Rebel assured her.

He cradled her butt in his hands and stood up. She laughed and put her arms around his neck as he carried her, still impaled on his pole, out of the room.

I heard the water run in the bathroom. They were laughing together when they came back in the living room, and he was still carrying her stuck on his dick. Nancy had a box of tissues in one hand and a wet washcloth in the other.

“I like a woman that’s neat,” the Rebel teased her, as he laid her down on the couch and finally pulled out.

His organ was astonishing. It wasn’t as rigid, or quite as thick, as it had been going in, but it was only an inch or two shorter. It reminded me of the 17 clowns getting out of a Volkswagen at the circus.

Nancy clamped a wad of tissues over her gaping hole. Without his plug in there, the Rebel’s come and her own love juice were pouring out in a minor river. But the sight of that glistening dripping prick was too much. She reached for it, with a soft cry of pure animal need.

The Rebel moved closer and brought it within range of her eager lips. Nancy began to lick it clean as if it were a giant popsicle. She was very thorough, at one point licking and sucking his balls to be sure she got every stray drop of come. The Rebel stood with his hips cocked forward, enjoying the tongue bath. Nancy finished with the head, taking it all in her mouth again. I could see it growing thick and rigid again. When the head popped from her mouth, it was ready for round two.

But the Rebel was a gentleman. He took the wad of tissues from her pussy, and proceeded to gently clean up the sticky remains of his come. Nancy lay back down, sighing softly at the tender attention to her love hole. He finished up with a few light strokes to her clit, which was so inflamed, it practically lifted Nancy off the couch. He brought his head forward and gently applied his tongue. Nancy lay back, groaning and shuddering, already on the point of another orgasm. The Rebel took it slow and easy, but Nancy was too far gone to last. Her orgasm was a series of contractions that hit her like a sledgehammer, bouncing her head off the couch, forcing the air from her lungs in sharp puffs.

When it was over, Nancy lay limp on the couch. The Rebel quietly massaged her thighs and pubic mound, but his meat was standing straight, red and bulging. When Nancy showed the first returning signs of life, he rolled her over on her stomach and spread her legs. Then he positioned himself over her and slid the head of his dick in her slot.

“Mmmm …” Nancy moaned.

The Rebel began to rock back and forth, supporting most of his weight on his arms. He was careful not to go too deep to soon, using only a few inches of his length in each stroke. Nancy began to stir, raising her butt with each stroke to help it penetrate deeper. A minute later, she was on her hands and knees, getting every inch of him she could fit. The Rebel still held back, afraid to use his full length and possibly damage this beautiful woman who was freely giving him her all. She cried out with each stroke of his cock, but she wanted it. She wanted it all. Their rhythm increased in intensity. Nancy began to thrust back at him with each of his strokes. His eyes closed and I could tell he was close. Nancy’s cries got louder and more determined. The Rebel’s jaw dropped as he began to come. Nancy thrust back against him and finally took in his entire length. She screamed as her own orgasm shook her. The Rebel pulled halfway out and they slammed together again, grunting and crying in unison. Then again, and once again, and they collapsed on the couch.

They lay like that for some time. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. In the soft lamplight, their bodies seemed to glow, their limbs intertwined with an unconscious grace. I knew they were done, and, for the first time, I felt like an intruder. It would have been the right thing to do to leave them alone, but I couldn’t.

I don’t know how much time passed, but eventually, the Rebel whispered, “I should go.”

Nancy whimpered, “no.”

“I don’t want to get you in any trouble, Nancy.”

“I know,” she agreed sadly.

The Rebel stood up, slipping his sated cock out of Nancy. She moaned. It sounded like sadness at the loss mixed with genuine pain as her stretched and swollen tissues tried to resume their former shape. She didn’t move. The Rebel swabbed off his cock with the remaining tissues, then knelt to clean up Nancy with the washcloth. This time she winced as he softly dabbed the rough terry cloth at her tender lower lips.

Nancy rolled over and held out her arms. The Rebel came into them and they kissed, long and hard. His hand played over her breast, a light caressing touch.

“Don’t get me started again,” he said, breaking the kiss and standing.

He put on his pants and jacket. Nancy lay on the couch watching him. He sat down at her feet to pull on his boots. “I hope we can do this again,” he said, a note of uncertainty in his voice.

“I hope so too,” Nancy answered.

The Rebel knelt and kissed her quickly one more time. Then he stood up and walked out of the living room. I heard the front door open and softly close. Nancy didn’t move.

Five minutes passed, and still she didn’t move. I decided the next move was mine. I slipped down the back stairs and out to the street, got my car, and pulled it into the carport. I made plenty of noise coming into the house and walking into the living room.

Nancy hadn’t moved. The wad of come-soaked tissues looked forlorn on the coffee table. I stood over her, where the Rebel had said his goodbyes. Her body was molded to the couch in an attitude of complete relaxation. It was a beautiful body, but it was inert, spent. Only her eyes showed any sign of life. They looked back at me with a dull curiosity that I found disquieting.

“Did you watch?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Was it what you imagined?”

“I … It was better, I think. What about you?”

“Incredible,” she said, but her voice was flat. Unconsciously, she put her hand to her aching pussy. “Only …”

“Only what?”

“Remember you said I should pick out a guy and show him I wasn’t just a tease, that I was for real.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I was. I was for real. The rest of it was always just a game. This time it couldn’t be. It had to be for real. I can’t just fuck someone as part of a game. It’s got to be me. It’s got to be for real.”

I tried to reassure her with my smile. “I never thought it could be any other way. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

“Yes, but … what if someone else loves me too?”

“Then you just have to make up your mind if you love them. You don’t have to love everyone you make love to.”

“No. I know. But it’s so complicated. I’m afraid …” She couldn’t say what she was afraid of.

“I don’t think you are. You knew exactly what you wanted tonight. I could see that. The only thing you’re afraid of is how it all fits with us. Isn’t that it?”

“I guess so.”

“Well, how do you feel about it? Do you want to do it again?”

Her eyes closed for a moment. Her hand played absently with her pubic hair. When her eyes opened again, they were bright again, full of the sparkle and snap that I loved. “Yes. Yes, I want to do it again. It doesn’t have to be this guy. His name was Wendel, by the way. He was wonderful. But there are probably a million other wonderful guys out there. I want to try every one of them.”

She was so earnest, so emphatic. I burst out laughing. She didn’t know how to take it. Her brows knit in a question, which only made me laugh harder. Maybe she thought back on what she had said. Maybe she just finally trusted me. Anyway, after a minute, her lips started to curl into their mischievous set, her brow unfurled and her eyes crinkled. She chuckled softly. Then she started to laugh too.

“Why not,” I managed between fits of hysterics. “A million nights like this. I’m up for it.”

A little while later, when we’d calmed down, I took her upstairs to bed. She was too sore to make love, but we cuddled in a very satisfactory way. I was too excited to sleep. I lay there with her in my arms, contemplating the brave new world we had entered. I thought she was asleep, but she surprised me. There was just one more thing she needed to understand.

“But, Michael,” she asked, in the silence and the darkness, “it doesn’t seem fair. What do you get out of it?”

That was easy. “You remember what the Rebel - that’s what I called him - what he said? You were the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. There’s no question but that’s true. How can you wonder what I get out of it when my lover is the sexiest woman in the world?”