Gary was seated, staring at his wife’s ass a few feet away. He marveled at her long legs and shapely butt, mostly exposed in her tight bikini bottom. She was bent over, rummaging through the folded pool towels to find her favorite, soft, oversized one.
“You know what’s truly surprising about you, Danielle? The fact that ever since we moved in, you have developed a love of nude sunbathing…a love you never had until just recently.”
Gary had the couple’s 5,000 square-foot home built on a cul-de-sac in a new, custom-home development on the west coast. They had been in their new home for about a month and his wife, Danielle, had been making excellent use of their patio and pool area during the day to tan and lay-out naked in the very private back yard.
Two years ago, Danielle’s father had left her a very comfortable inheritance when he passed away unexpectedly that allowed her to retire at thirty-eight. With her inheritance and Gary’s income, they had no problem building their dream home in the upscale development. The house was perfect in every way except that the pool area where Danielle sunbathed was in plain view of the neighbor’s balcony.
Gary smiled at his wife’s ass that she wiggled directly in front of him. She chirped slightly as she found her favorite towel and rose to stand.
“I’m too shy to be a real nudist, but I love being a domestic nudist, walking around the house naked feels so liberating! I also love the way the air and sun feel on my naked body.” Danielle was smiling as she was preparing to lay out.
Gary shook his head smiling. “You’re something else, Danny.”
Danielle draped the folded towel over her arm and gathered her lotions. Gary watched as her pendulous, perfectly curved breasts dangled and swayed to and fro as she prepared to walk out to the back.
Gary and Danielle had met at a coffee shop fifteen years ago last fall. Gary was a regular customer working on his MBA coursework on a Saturday morning and Danielle was across the shop from him working on her laptop. She noticed that he resembled Christian Bale, tall, lean, and handsome. Gary used a laser pointer to get her attention on that day and the two hit it off from the first “hello.”
“Did you notice the for-sale sign is gone from next door?” Gary asked.
“No, I didn’t. Do you know anything about the new neighbors?” Danielle moved closer to her husband to hear all he had to say about it.
“I do; a little bit anyway. The realtor is the same guy that we met at the open house a while back. Tall, older man with a moustache, smelled like he had just drank a pint of whisky, remember? Anyway, he said the new neighbor is blind and that he has a sister that checks in on him during the week.”
“Oh, wow. Well, that’s better than having a big, loud family with kids.” Danielle preferred the idea of having a quiet, older blind man living next door.
She continued, “I guess he can get around pretty good?”
“I don’t know. He said something about using a wheel chair, or a cane, but he’s not that old. I think he’s in his fifties.”
“Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll have to be quiet when I’m outside then.”
Danielle laid out by the pool for a couple of hours each day, mostly donning exactly nothing, completely nude. Part of that time was in the sun, the other part of the time she lay under the umbrella in her favorite chair, reading or listening to music.
Danielle kissed her husband good bye as he left for his business trip to England, then went out to the pool area. It was only nine o’clock, but she wanted to lay out naked as soon as possible. She looked up at the balcony that was the only part of the yard that wasn’t completely private. She didn’t look forward to having any neighbors occupy the new house but took some consolation that a blind man was moving in. ‘A partially handicapped blind man wouldn’t even use the second-floor balcony,’ she thought. ‘And if he does, he won’t see what I’m doing anyway.’
She watched her reflection in the window from the patio as she removed her clothes and set them on the patio furniture. Her long brown hair and long, lithe, tanned body showed no signs of her forty years. At five feet nine inches, Danielle was all leg. No fat, or cellulite, no scars, and almost no wrinkles. The only thing that was not perfect was the out-of-proportion size of her breasts.
Staring at her reflection, Danielle cupped her large breasts. She lifted them in her palms. She regarded her silver-dollar-sized areolas, topped by her thick, stiffening nipples. They weren’t a bad thing; actually, they were an amazing set of tits, but they looked out of place on a woman of her dimensions. She squished them together, then let go. They bounced and hung high on her chest, perky, in defiance of their size and her age.
She viewed her 36DD breasts mostly as annoying things she had to accommodate. They were always getting in the way and drawing unwanted attention, especially at the beach. Danielle found them impossible to hide, especially on her thinner frame. The attention they garnered had been hard for her to tolerate, especially in her adolescence. In that way, she had become annoyed by them, being shy and demure by nature.
In contrast, at home, she felt free and at ease. She loved roaming the house naked, laying in the sun naked, and spending her days naked, at least as much as possible. It made her whole body feel amazing, and in the privacy of her home, she felt much less self-conscious about her oversized bust.
Danielle was appreciating the coolness that lingered even in the morning sun as she noticed an orange and white blur through the slats in her wooden fence. The movement was from the driveway next door. She sauntered over to the slatted gate, lowering her sunglasses and peering over the top. It was a moving van.
Two brusque men popped out of the cab and immediately began unloading the packed van.
Danielle sighed and padded back to the lawn chair where she retrieved her tiny bikini. She frowned, noticing that she had selected this bathing suit almost as a formality, knowing she’d be removing it in the back yard anyway. Danielle stepped into, then pulled up the bottoms. As she was stretching her top over her breasts and fastening it, she was clearly frustrated. Her nudist routine was seriously altered. She found that she did not like having to sunbathe in a bathing suit, so she spent most of the time that day reading in the shade of her redwood arbor, mostly to avoid tan lines.
Thankfully, the movers were done by nightfall. By sundown, Danielle had moved inside. From her place in her dining room, she saw a middle-aged woman wave good-bye to the men and then disappeared inside. Danielle didn’t want to introduce herself while Gary was out of town; she didn’t like anyone to know when he wasn’t around.
The next morning, as Danielle was having her coffee and yogurt, naked on the patio, she heard a voice in the front of the house. She went to the dining room window again and peeked out the blinds to see the same woman backing out the driveway and heading down the road.
Danielle went back outside and continued drinking her coffee, then put on her ear bud headphones and lay out on her regular lounge chair on the stone pad next to the pool.
Her backyard was a real retreat; covered, stone patio area near the house, a black-bottom pool, that had a water fall near the deep end with lush plants growing around the stone fountain. It was perfect and very private, except for that damned balcony. Unfortunately, the home builder who built their neighbor’s house included a balcony that overlooked Danielle’s entire backyard. Although it was facing the neighbor’s backyard, one only had to look to the left to see whatever was going on in Danielle’s patio and pool area.
As Danielle was laying on her lounge, nude, rubbing suntan lotion onto her legs, she noticed movement from the balcony. She grabbed the pool towel that was folded to her side and quickly covered up. It was a skinny, balding man wearing a large pair of darkened sunglasses with salt-and-pepper colored hair and a cane. He dragged a chair out and eased himself down on it.
‘That must be the blind man, our new neighbor. He has a cane, just like Gary said.’ Danielle put herself at ease. Having a blind man on the balcony was the next best thing to having no one on the balcony. She casually discarded the towel covering and continued to spread the SPF 30 over her long, toned legs.
She looked up at the blind man. He was sitting, angled slightly away from her, but his head was turned partially toward her. He seemed to be looking at a spot between his backyard and hers, but she couldn’t quite tell since he was wearing sunglasses. She had seen these types of oversized, dark glasses on people with impaired vision before and it gave her some comfort that she was indeed safe to be naked in his presence.
Danielle felt so safe that she went on spreading the lotion, finishing her legs and moving on to her stomach. Once she had covered that area, she grabbed the bottle and aimed it at her chest. She always used extra lotion to coat her breasts, as the skin was smoother and she wanted to ensure it stayed that way. With a firm squeeze, she spread an abundance of the thick, pale lotion across her neck, chest, and her full, bare breasts.
She set the bottle down and began rubbing the lotion over her supple, curvy mountains. As usual, her nipples stiffened in response as she worked the slippery lotion into her skin. This always turned her on a bit.
But today, there was an extra level of excitement. Danielle finished applying the sunscreen and settled in, laying down fully nude only about thirty feet from a complete stranger. She closed her eyes, but felt an uneasy electricity tingle her skin and grow in intensity as it ran through her whole body.
At that moment, it felt like pulses of electricity were rushing through her, beginning and ending in her crotch. She realized when she finished applying the sunscreen that she was truly naked and there was a man in plain sight who could see every inch of her nakedness. Were he not blind, she would have never dreamed of doing anything like this.
She blinked her eyes open beneath her sunglasses and considered her naked body. Her feet were pointed directly at the man’s balcony. She began having strange thoughts:
‘If he could see, I wonder if he would be close enough to see my trimmed pussy…’ This thought brought with it a strong urge to touch herself. Her pussy throbbed in response, but she resisted touching it.
‘If he could see, I bet he could see my hard nipples…” And before she could stop herself, her hands were on her huge, soft breasts, cupping them, then squeezing them roughly, lifting them from the sides and scooping them together.
‘He could watch my every move from that position,’ she thought.
She looked up at the invalid man who was still just sitting there, staring at what seemed to be a point about twenty feet to her left. She could feel her pussy tingling and becoming wet, begging for attention. She became wrapped up in the reality of being naked in front of someone, while fantasizing that this blind man could see. She couldn’t help but squirm in her chair, growing hornier and hornier, thinking about the taboo of this stranger seeing every intimate inch of her.
In those moments, whether she realized it or not, she crossed over from a nudist to an exhibitionist. The feelings she had at being completely exposed to a stranger were new and exciting to her.
Danielle turned her focus to the music playing through her earphones and laid out for about twenty minutes, then, removed her headphones and went for a swim. The man was still sitting in his chair.
She glided through the cool water, feeling refreshed, ‘It must be awful to be blind like that,’ she thought. Feeling much better and in more control now, she dried herself and went inside to have lunch.
The next morning, Danielle woke and had her coffee on the patio as she did every day. After her coffee, she walked around the backyard, watering the plants and pulling a weed here and there, nothing that could actually be called work. Then she went inside, and walked through the house, picking up and straightening. With only she and Gary living in their spacious home, it rarely needed picking up. She mostly walked around, enjoying the liberating feeling of wearing nothing. It just felt good to be naked.
Normally, being without clothes gave her a relaxed, free feeling, but ever since yesterday in front of the blind man, it had turned sexual for her. She found herself becoming immediately aroused while naked. This was unusual because Danielle didn’t necessarily equate her “domestic nudism” with sex. She would have sex with her husband in bed, being naked around the house was more of a luxury, not foreplay or a prelude to anything sexual; that was now changing.
At ten o’clock, she returned to the patio with her towel, sunscreen, music, and a bottle of water. She looked up to the balcony and saw that the man was not out. She was faced with the strange thought that part of her wanted him to be out on his balcony again.
She laid down and began the ritual of applying sunscreen to her naked body. She worked her way up her legs to her stomach, then her breasts. As she was covering her left breast with sunscreen, she felt as though someone was watching her. With her breast in her hand smoothing the lotion into the underside, she looked up and saw him. The blind neighbor. Today he was in a bathrobe, but other than this, he looked the same as he did yesterday.
Danielle had no intention of saying hello to him. She did not want any communication while she was in her backyard, this was her private space, and she didn’t like the fact that the balcony was there. She would introduce herself at some other point, perhaps when Gary returned from England.
As she finished applying lotion to her breasts, she sprayed sunscreen on her back, then reclined a little and enjoyed the feeling of the warm air and sun on her naked body. She could see the blind man looking in the same direction as he had been yesterday. She felt her skin tighten in response to her being so vulnerable in front of the stranger; she was becoming aroused again. Her body became restless and she could feel her pussy getting wet. She had discovered that she loved being naked in front of him.
Danielle became uncomfortably wet in a matter of just a few minutes. She was looking right at him as he sat in his robe on the concrete balcony. Feeling naughty, she spread her legs several inches, then reminding herself that he was blind, spread her legs a few more. If he could see, he would have easily seen the pink folds of her labia as she spread her legs open. She let her knees fall off to each side, spreading wider. She had never spread her legs like this for any man.
As she lay naked under the sun, she began to feel that familiar electrical feeling. A warm breeze picked up, blowing across her skin. As the breeze passed between her legs and caressed her sopping pussy, the warm air somehow felt cool. Her skin became sensitive, and her nipples hardened into points. Her hand inched its way down from her soft, smooth tummy, finding the top of her trimmed mound.
Danielle squirmed slightly and brought her fingers between her tan thighs. She gasped softly and her skin erupted in goosebumps as she touched her wet folds. She used two fingers to further separate her already spread lips, posing lewdly for the blind man.
She felt wetness trail down her thigh, near her ass. She was leaking. Her middle finger extended and rubbed her clit around a few times. She could sense that an orgasm would only take a few more rubs so she quickly removed her hands, thinking it best to calm herself down and focus on listening to music.
But she had trouble concentrating on the music. It just wasn’t distracting her as it had yesterday. ‘Oh my God. Why am I so horny? When was my last orgasm?’ she wondered. ‘If that man weren’t blind, could he see how wet I am from that far away?’
And with that thought, she had her hand between her legs again, unable to resist such strong and unfamiliar impulses. Her eyes had been closed, yet she still felt his presence above. She rubbed and pressed her pussy, dragging her wetness up to her clit for lubrication. Danielle usually needed two hands to have an orgasm, so she brought her left hand down and pulled her outer labia up making it tight. This had the effect of pushing her clit out and causing it to become more sensitive. She spread her legs wider and began rubbing more urgently.
With her eyes closed, she saw flashes of her writhing body and the man’s calm face, looking on. Her mind lingered on the image: the beautiful, brown-haired, buxom housewife spreading her legs wide for the blind man while staring up at him as he sat on the balcony.
Danielle opened her eyes as her climax peaked. She couldn’t help herself and completed her fantasy by looking up at the motionless man sitting in his chair. Her mouth fell open in silent pleasure and her body quietly shook and shivered from her orgasm. She trembled and came hard for a timeless moment, watching the blind man. Strong waves of pleasure overtook her.
‘Wow, I can’t remember an orgasm so intense,’ she thought, her uncontrollable pleasure spasm subsiding. She felt a deep sense of excitement, enjoying the orgasmic afterglow, but there was also a post-orgasm sense of shame and guilt, and a small amount of fear that this new-found thrill was habit forming.
After cumming in front of the man on the balcony, she went into the house and made a salad. She attempted to read from a novel she had been trying to finish for what seemed like weeks now.
Abruptly, the doorbell interrupted her quiet lunch.
Normally, she wouldn’t even bother answering the door during the day. They didn’t get solicitors in their gated community, so most of the time, it was just a delivery being dropped off at her doorstep.
But she was curious, so she tip-toed to the large window and peeked out between the blinds. There was a car parked next door. It was the same car she’d seen there before. She felt the need to answer the door on this particular occasion, since she concluded it must be the blind man’s sister.
Danielle kept a terry-cloth robe hanging off a kitchen chair just for this sort of thing.
Wearing her white robe, she checked through the peep-hole to see the older woman from next door. Danielle opened the heavy, wooden door.
“Hi!” Danielle smiled.
“Oh, hello. I’m sorry to disturb you. My name is Maggie and my brother has just moved into the home next door.”
The two shared a cordial handshake.
“Nice to meet you, Maggie. I’m Danielle. My husband isn’t around at the moment, his name is Gary.”
“Nice to meet you, Danielle. Do you have a minute? I would like to speak with you about my brother.”
Danielle cinched the robe tighter and opened her door to let the woman in. Maggie had a worn-out look to her. She had salt-and-pepper colored hair and a tired-looking, wrinkled face. Her clothes were simple; however, she wore a fairly large diamond wedding ring that Danielle noticed immediately. The two sat in the living room near the entrance of the home.
“Can I get you some coffee, or something to drink?” Danielle offered.
“No thank you, I can’t stay long.”
“What can I do for you, Maggie?” Danielle tucked her legs beneath her and sat, then motioned for Maggie to do the same.
“My brother, Richard, has just moved in next door, as I’m sure you’ve seen for yourself.””Yes, I saw the vans the other day,” Danielle shared.
“Well, you may want to know that he was in a terrible car accident that required a lengthy hospital stay and has left him somewhat disabled.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Danielle sympathized.
“He requires a cane for getting around the house, and a wheelchair when he’s out in public for longer periods of time. He has a difficult time getting around and I just wanted to let you know in case anything out of the ordinary came up.”
Maggie gave Danielle an index card with her home phone and cell number on it as well as her brother’s number.
“He’s been living with me and my husband while he waited for the house to finish and this is the first time he has been on his own since the accident.”
“I see.” Danielle wore a concerned expression.
“Well, I have to get going. Thank you for your time. He is very capable of taking care of himself, so please don’t feel you need to worry about him.”
“Thank you for the information, Maggie. I will give you a call if something comes up.”
The two said good-bye. Danielle hung her robe on the chair and felt much better being nude again.
Thinking back to the conversation, Danielle realized Maggie had not mentioned anything about her brother being visually impaired. She mentioned his mobility issues, she remembered that. ‘Why wouldn’t she have mentioned his blindness?’ she wondered.
Maybe, she was already aware that Richard’s realtor had told Gary. Danielle was sure it was an oversight. “The man is blind, no doubt about it.” She said aloud, almost as if to reassure herself.
Danielle walked back outside and laid down on her lounger. The early afternoon sun warmed her body and gave her the most comfortable feeling. Before she knew it, the sun-kissed, naked brunette fell asleep under the pleasant sun.
Her nap brought about a steamy, fleeting daydream of the blind man watching her behind his dark shades. Danielle woke with a start, surprised to find her hand on her bare pussy as she dozed.
Lucid thoughts of the blind man, Richard, sprung into her head. She had forgotten to check if he had appeared on his balcony when she returned to the pool. As she opened her groggy eyes, she squinted up at the balcony under her sunglasses.
Sure enough, he was there. Richard was sitting in his chair wearing his thin, black robe again. His sunglasses were looking slightly downward and off to her left.
A sly smile crept over Danielle’s face. She felt so sexy laying in front of him. She felt devious, naughty, and a little wild being naked in front of a strange man. Looking up at him, she doubted that he even knew when she was outside.
Her sexual energy enveloped her almost at once. She lifted and pushed her breasts together and smoothed her hands over her slippery, lotion-covered nipples. Her skin tingled. Her excitement flourished in her core, her nakedness on display to a stranger. She had no idea it would have this effect on her. Her hands released her breasts and her right hand dove between her legs.
She wanted to cum. Images from her daydream flooded her mind. Her fantasies crept further and further down the exhibitionist path. She was excited by laying naked for Richard, but a new level of arousal hit her when she thought about how exciting it would be if she was to expose herself to other men. Her pussy was flowing as she teased herself with her hand, rubbing her swollen clit.
She looked up from her position and saw movement from the balcony. Richard was shuffling around, doing something; she couldn’t immediately make out what it was. After squinting a bit more, she could see.
A gasp slipped out and she clapped one hand over her mouth.
‘Oh my God! Is he jacking off? It can’t be!’
Danielle re-focused her eyes. Richard’s shoulder was pumping up and down. She followed his arm as it disappeared in his lap. She couldn’t see his hand, but she could just barely see a fat, pink bulb jutting from his groin area. It was the top half of his penis. He was clearly stroking himself.
Danielle lay and watched him with her hand still between her legs. She felt ashamed that she was watching the poor, blind man masturbating, but there was something inside her that would not let her look away.
She could see most of his penis from her angle, although part of it was blocked by the concrete ledge of the balcony and his left leg. As she watched him slowly move, his robe fell away to the sides to expose that he was naked under it. Danielle began rubbing her wet pussy again. Richard was maintaining a long, slow stroking motion.
Then, he leaned back slightly, giving her a better view. He was really starting to get into it.
‘My goodness. Look at that thing. He’s… he’s really, really big,’ she thought, her eyes glued to his manhood.
This thought rushed her closer to her orgasm. She continued to rub, completely caught up in the moment. She reminded herself not to make any sound, she didn’t want to alert him to her presence, but she wanted desperately to cum while watching him jerk off.
Danielle lowered her other hand and began drawing her first two right fingers in and out of her dripping pussy as her left spread her labia open. She inserted her fingers deep into herself and let them remain embedded in her pussy as she rubbed her clit with her right thumb.
She watched as Richard man-handled his thick tool. He scooted his legs further apart and thrust his hips over the edge of the chair. She could see his entire length now. It looked like a long, fat, white cucumber. He was pumping more than stroking at this point.
With both hands between her legs, Danielle’s tits were pressed together by her forearms. They mashed against each other, forming two, huge mounds of smooth, tanned flesh, topped by her raised nipples. They shook and wiggled while she worked her hands in her pussy.
She stared at him behind her sunglasses. She couldn’t believe this was happening like this, right out in the open. Two strangers overwhelmed by sexual energy and relieving themselves together, except for that he didn’t know she was even there.
Danielle braced herself and her left leg slipped off the chair, shaking. She tightly pursed her lips together and she felt her face contort, fighting the urge to moan loudly.
Suddenly, she felt the warm release from deep within her body. Her fingers dipped in and she pressed deeply into her sex. A thin stream of warm fluid burst out of her as she shuddered through her climax. Her head swam with pleasure. She bit her lip as another gush jetted against her hands. Her right leg shook its way off of the chair now, but she kept stroking her clit and fucking herself with her fingers. Her mouth gaped open, but she carefully remained silent as the third and biggest gush streamed out of her pussy, soaking her chair and the towel below her.
Her body shook and pulsed out a few weaker spots of warm cum before her orgasm left her and she pulled her legs tight against her wet body. Danielle realized she had just ‘squirted’, something she had never done before. She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself in the wake of her most powerful orgasm.
She looked up at the blind man. He had almost completely stopped his intense stroking.
‘Did he cum while I was squirting?’ she wondered, watching as his mouth fell open and his hand slowly dragged down his thick tool.
Suddenly, against the movement of his hand, she saw his hips push up. He made a sort of gurgling moan. A pale fountain erupted from his now reddish head. He shot surge after surge of thick semen, spewing like a geyser. His cum cascaded down over his hand and robe.
As she watched the stranger cum, fascinated, Danielle wondered how they came to masturbate at the same time. She concluded that he must have been out jacking off before she came out.
Danielle quietly slipped into the pool to cool off. Her buoyant tits and her hard nipples were caressed by the smooth water, though they were now aching to be squeezed, pinched, and groped. Drying off as she went inside, she decided to make a quick omelet and have some wine. She drank half the bottle, her mind still flooded with images of Richard jerking off, her own gushing orgasm, and how she loved being naked in front of the older, blind man.
She touched herself again, but found that, although it felt great, she needed more. She wished Gary was home. She wished he was on top of her, his weight pinning her down. She longed for his familiar penis to drive into her. She pictured him staring intently down at her as he penetrated her.
Her ringing phone interrupted her reverie. It was Gary.
“Hey Danny!” Gary’s voice was faint, but still audible.
“Oh, Gary! I miss you!” Danielle was feeling emotional from the wine.
“I miss you! I’m tired. It’s two in the morning here. How was your day?” His voice sounded small and tinny. He seemed a bit distracted.
“It was good! I met the next-door neighbor, or at least his sister,” Danielle reported.
“Yeah? How did that go?”
“Good, she gave me her number in case we notice anything unusual, or if he needs some help. I guess she gave it to us just so we have it.”
“Yeah, I saw her on the way out the other day. She was in the front yard waiting for the movers and told me she would stop by.”
Danielle thought about what to say. What could she say? There was an awkward pause on the line. Other than missing her husband for sex, there wasn’t much else to miss. She enjoyed her time alone and had become completely distracted by her recent exhibitionism hobby.
Gary broke the silence before it was pronounced.
“Danny, I have to go, but please go out and check the mail. I’m expecting a check from a client and he said he mailed it. I don’t want it just sitting in the mail box.”
“Okay, Baby. Call me soon, I love you!”
She hung up, realizing that one hand still absently stroked her pussy lips. So much for phone sex with the Hubby…
Later that evening, Danielle slipped into her go-to robe and walked out to the mailbox that was at the end of their long drive. It was getting dark and the street lights were beginning to turn on. The mailbox was stuffed so full, she could barely retrieve anything from the tightly packed mess.
‘It’s a good thing I got it!’ she mused.
On her way back to the house, she noticed several lights on at Richard’s. She decided to walk closer toward his house, down the side of her own front yard, to snoop on her new neighbor.
The front hall light, kitchen light, and lights in the living room, were all turned on. She saw some motion from within the house. It was Richard in what looked like plaid pajamas and a T-shirt. He had several files in his hands and was about to sit down at the dining room table.
He limped around the space. He was not wearing his oversized sunglasses, but instead a pair of bookish spectacles. He was not using a blind cane to probe his environment. As he sat down at the table, she realized he was READING.
“Oh…no. Oh, my God…” Danielle muttered, accidentally dropping the mail she’d just collected.
Looking more closely, she could see that Richard had reading glasses on and appeared to be reading and writing something on the papers in the files. This was not the behavior of a blind man. She knew she wasn’t mistaken as he was only about fifty feet from where she stood, mostly concealing herself behind a large bush between their two front yards.
She watched him ardently through the side window into the dining room, her face burning with embarrassed realization.
“How could this be?” she whispered in astonishment.
She quickly reviewed what Gary had said a couple of days ago, that a realtor said he was blind. Then she recalled Richard’s sister describing his injuries, but did not share what most would have mentioned the very first thing, his blindness. She thought about his masturbating, how he wore a robe the second and third time he saw her, but not the first. Her heart was racing, and she felt the perspiration collect above her lip.
‘Was it possible that he wasn’t blind, but was just wearing sunglasses?’ The thought loomed enormously in her mind.
Danielle recalled the realtor with the moustache, he was a flaky person, which is why she and Gary didn’t use him, it was quite possible that he was mistaken and was just guessing about the man.
She was on edge the entire night, and finished the bottle of wine thinking about the dilemma she was in. This wasn’t just some stranger that she would never see again. This was her new neighbor. Her next-door neighbor. Being the only other house on their cul-de-sac, she would eventually have to talk to him and when she did, he would probably think she was some kind of out of control nymphomaniac. Her nudism had led to this. If only she had been more appropriate.
A terrifying thought occurred to her. ‘He probably thinks I was masturbating for his sake! Oh God!’
Danielle felt sick to her stomach. Gary wouldn’t be home for almost two weeks. She couldn’t stay inside the whole time. Even when he did get back, that didn’t change anything, she would still want to use her back patio and pool.
She tried to rationalize a path forward in her mind.
‘Maybe I should just act as though nothing happened. I will have to wear my suit from now on. Or, maybe I should just talk to him about it. He may even think it’s funny! But I saw him jacking off and that would embarrass him.’ Danielle couldn’t think her way out of the problem she had created for herself.
She went to bed in one of her husband’s T-shirts and her cotton panties. She didn’t feel like being naked any more.
Danielle woke the next day feeling much better about things, aside from a headache from the wine. The mistake she’d made about Richard, the not-so-blind man, seemed like a bad dream, and her desire to be naked returned. But, she resolved to wear a swimsuit whenever she was outside. It was just what she had to do. She would ignore him, and in the future, refuse to do anything with him as a neighbor should Gary bring it up.
She felt pretty good about her plan. It was now almost ten o’clock and she decided to have her coffee and yogurt on the patio with a bathing suit on. She riffled through her options and decided on a tan bikini, what she considered to be her most conservative suit.
Danielle slipped her bathrobe off and stepped into the bottoms, then secured the top over her broad DD breasts, and looked herself over. The bottom covered her crotch and most of her bum, but she frowned as she tried to adjust the straining top. She simply couldn’t hide her disproportionate figure. Her breasts defined her physique and that was her reality. She thought the bikini was definitely sexy, but it wasn’t over the top. She lifted her breasts, stretched the material over them as best she could, then let them settle on her chest. At least her nipples were hidden. It would have to do.
Outside, she kept her sunglasses on and faced the general direction of the balcony as she always did, so she would know when Richard came out for the day.
A little after ten, Richard emerged, stepping out and looking down at her chair, presumably to see if she was outside. At that point, Danielle was not in her chair, she was sitting under the veranda. She saw his eyes find the vacant chair, since he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses, then he turned and went back inside.
Danielle wasn’t about to alter her outside routine because of this new revelation. She decided to carry on, only now wearing her bikini.
She settled into her sunny morning, got her sunscreen, towels, water, and music and went out for her morning two hours of sun and outdoor activity. She thought about changing the location of her lounge chair, to avoid being in his field of vision, but decided it would be best if she pretended like nothing ever happened by leaving the chair in the same place. As she was thinking about the placement of her chair, she realized that the rest of the yard did not get the same exposure to the sun, and there was only one section of the patio that was exposed to the sun all day long. So she really had no other choice than to leave her chair where it was.
As she spread her towel across the chaise and set her water bottle underneath, she once again felt Richard’s presence. She ignored him entirely as she made herself comfortable. She had applied her sunscreen under the veranda so as not to be putting on a show.
The feelings she once had were gone. The excitement, the chills, the uncontrollable desire to touch herself, all gone. She became bored after only a few minutes. She hated that Richard wasn’t blind and that her whole new, exciting life as a closet exhibitionist was over almost as quickly as it began.
As she put her ear buds into her ears to listen to music, a very naughty thought came into her mind. She was so shocked by this thought that she smiled embarrassingly to herself.
She glanced up to the balcony and saw Richard in his bathrobe again. Now wearing his sunglasses, with that same “I’m looking at you, but I’m not looking at you” pose. It occurred to Danielle that she didn’t have to adjust her lifestyle simply because her new neighbor was a voyeur.
Her mind raced. ‘Who says I have to wear a bathing suit? Why can’t I sunbathe nude? So what if he sees me?’ These thoughts quickly dominated her consciousness.
She began to envision herself in various scenarios that involved her taking off her clothes. She fantasized about taking off her bikini inside and coming back out nude.
She imagined herself going into the water with her suit on, but then taking it off in the water. She pictured herself emerging from the water, dripping wet, and surprising her neighbor with her bare body again.
Her thoughts progressed, now causing her to squirm. What if she were to casually just remove her bikini? Right here, in front of Richard? She immediately felt the chills return to her skin and all at once, she found herself incredibly wet again. The excitement had returned.
Her current thoughts were far more sexually stimulating, and had far greater consequences than simply laying out naked in front of a blind man. She was turned on by the mere presence of the blind man before. What she was planning to do was to become an intentional exhibitionist, purposely exposing herself to a man who she knew nothing about, one that could actually see her. She was fantasizing about allowing another man, other than her husband, to see her in intimate detail. She was trembling with excitement and somewhat fearful that her more reasonable self would stifle this exciting train of thought.
‘Could I actually do it?’ She smiled again, now trembling.
To get the courage to strip in front of her neighbor, she went inside and fixed herself a kamikaze. Gary always kept vodka, triple sec, and lime juice in the refrigerator just for this purpose. As she moved, Danielle could feel her soaked pussy aching for attention between her thighs. She had goosebumps on her arms and legs, she was smiling a delicious, ear-to-ear smile. Where once her thoughts were ‘I wonder if I should do this,’ now her thoughts were ‘I hope he’s still there when I go back out.’ She quickly made herself a double kamikaze and drank it in three large gulps.
It only took a few minutes before Danielle felt wonderful from the cocktail. She walked with her sexy strut and grabbed her sunscreen on her way back to her chair. Richard was still there, and while she was gone, he seemed to want to up the ante. She saw that he had his robe open wide and was slowly stroking himself again. Danielle gulped. She knew that she would soon be masturbating as well. She trembled with anticipation.
She decided she was going to do it.
Danielle squirted a good amount of lotion into her palm and stood with her legs parted in front of her chair. She tried to be inconspicuous, but found herself bending at the hips, facing away from Richard as she bent to apply the sunscreen to her smooth, long legs. She even exaggerated her hair flip, feeling the heat grow within her core.She loved feeling the strange man’s eyes on her.
Rising to stand, she pinched the bow-knotted string of one side of her bikini bottom. She pulled slowly and the knot popped open. Still facing away from Richard, Danielle let the tan-colored garment fall to the ground.
She knew she was giving him a great view of her ass. She wondered if he could see her closely trimmed pussy through her thigh gap. She hoped so. As she stepped out of the bottom, her thighs brushed together and she felt a cool sensation on the inside of her leg from her wetness dripping out of her.
At that moment, Danielle began to hear a very faint “FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP.” She smiled coyly as she realized that her display caused Richard to go from slow, intentional strokes to a full-on uncontrolled jerk-off. This sexy thought made her crane her neck slightly and sure enough, out of the corner of her eye, she could see Richard stroking his impressive member. And he was making no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking right down upon her. She felt the electricity course through her body again.
Danielle walked around the chair and put one leg up onto it. She made a show of rubbing more sunscreen into her legs, making sure her observer had plenty of opportunities to see her little pussy from the front, too. It begged for her touch, but she restrained herself.
As Richard looked on, her excitement made her giddy about the mundane task. Just knowing that someone was watching her every move as she touched her perfect body sent chills through her.
She turned and picked up the sunblock again. With her back to Richard, she looked over her shoulder and squirted a huge blob of lotion onto her lower back. She set the bottle down and used both hands to work the sunscreen down onto her bare ass. She energetically rubbed her ass cheeks, one with each hand. She separated them, then released, letting them jiggle. She grabbed them again and even found herself slapping her own ass gently. She was really getting into it. Maybe even a little carried away as she played with her ass for him, but it felt great.
And her pussy was absolutely flooded.
Her head swam in the mid-day heat. The kamikaze made her feel slightly buzzed, but now she was seriously turned on. She sat down, perching herself on the edge of her lounge chair and looked down at her still-covered breasts.
Seated and facing Richard, Danielle unclipped the front of her bikini top. Her breasts immediately sprung out as the material fell to the sides. She couldn’t help but sigh as the tight restraint released and her massive bare mountains became exposed. Her hands immediately moved to cup her large, perfect, hanging tits. She finally felt free again, she realized this as she started putting sunblock on her bare, broad chest.
Her breasts jiggled slowly at her touch. She took each one in her hands and spread the white lotion all over the smooth skin. She lifted them up and squeezed them together wondering if her motions were turning Richard on.
After applying her sunscreen, she slowly lay down on her back. She could still hear Richard’s quiet stroking sound. She remembered how Gary always liked when she reached her hands over her head and “stretched”, so she did this now for Richard. She stretched her arms overhead and felt her tits mash together. She even faked a yawn as her nipples became perfectly centered on each breast.
As she finished preparing for her tanning session, she looked through her sunglasses to see what Richard was doing. He seemed to have again adjusted his jerk-off routine. He was sitting on the edge of his chair with his robe completely off now. His huge, thick pole was clearly visible. Danielle gasped as his penis was even larger than she had originally thought. From her position, she could see it all.
She also got a better look at his body which was pale, very skinny, and overall unhealthy in appearance. Richard’s sister said he was fifty-five, but his body looked older. For some strange reason this did not deter Danielle’s fervent state in the least.
Danielle’s face began show signs of the pleasure she was feeling as a result of stripping naked for Richard. Her mouth pouted slightly, her facial muscles became more relaxed. But she still needed to touch herself.
She used her left hand to tug on her left breast, twisting and pinching her thick nipple. She would lift up her full breast by the nipple and let it drop with a shake, then repeated this. Her skin felt wonderful, slightly greasy from the coating of sunblock. As her left hand roughly groped her own breasts, her right hand slid down her flat tummy and found her eager pussy.
As soon as she touched her slippery slit, she had to arch her back and almost came right then. Her index finger ran down, then back up her lips. She used her index and forefinger to pinch her thick pussy lips together. She imagined what Richard must be seeing.
Then her body started shaking and she began to climax. She had never had one this fast. Her hips bucked her pussy against her stroking hand and she kneaded her breasts. In the intensity of her sudden orgasm, it was impossible to stifle the loud, “Ooooooh…!” She heard herself moaning uncontrollably as pleasure wracked her body.
The violent climax began to recede and Danielle opened her eyes. Richard was staring at her with an obvious, intense gaze. There was no attempt on his part to hide his interest in Danielle. He was panting now and seeing his hungry, animal gaze sent her over the top. Again.
She grunted more than moaned with this climax. “Uuuuunnnngggh!” she cried out, writhing in her lounge chair in a frenzy of pleasure. She shook powerfully, feeling totally exposed. She felt her skin grow hot as she experienced an intense orgasmic release.
Her climax tapered and she removed her slick hand from her crotch. As she watched Richard observe her, she sat up on her elbows and cupped each breast, groping herself mostly for his benefit.
Far from feeling guilty or ashamed, Danielle felt marvelous. She got up and dove into the pool, and took a brief swim. She glided through the water, letting it cool her hot skin.
Getting out and resuming her place on her chair, she looked up at Richard who must have had an orgasm, as he was gone. She put her ear buds into her ears and fell asleep listening to the peaceful sounds of Enya.
The next day, Danielle had finished her sunscreen rub-down and was ready and looking forward to laying out in the sun and masturbating in front of Richard. As she glanced up she noticed that he looked to be laying on his back on the concrete pad of his balcony. He did not appear to be relaxing on the patio deck. Given the fact that he was laying perfectly still, Danielle thought something could have happened to the man. As far as she could see, he looked unconscious. In a state of mild panic, she went inside and grabbed her robe and flip-flops and went to the door. She hesitated for a few moments, contemplating whether or not to get fully dressed and whether to even go over there at all.
‘Maybe I should just call Maggie and report what I saw…’ she considered, chewing her lip. ‘No, I would do more than that no matter who it was. I need to go over and see what needs to be done.’
Danielle tightened the belt to her robe and walked quickly next door. Since her house and Richard’s were the only two in the cul-de-sac, and one of the few in that part of the development, there were no other neighbors to help her. Ringing the doorbell and knocking loudly didn’t produce any result. She heard no sign of movement inside.
‘Well,’ she reasoned, ‘even on a good day, how fast would he come to the door? I can’t just stand here, he could be seriously hurt!’ She tried to open the front door, but it was locked. She moved quickly to the side of the property and opened the gate to his backyard.
Richard’s back yard had a fountain in it toward the center and stone landscaping with a few succulents and cacti.
‘It looks nice, but has no pool,’ she thought.
Quickly surveying the area, she checked the kitchen door. It too was locked, but she saw what looked like a side door into the garage. She ran over and grabbed the handle. This door was open. She entered the garage and worked her way around empty boxes to the interior door. This also was open; she was inside. The house had a few pictures hung, some nice furniture that looked new, boxes lined the walls, some were opened and looked to be in the process of being unpacked.
“HELLOOOO?” she called loudly, pausing for a response. Her call echoed in the still house. She again called, HELLO! as she moved to the stairs. No response.
Danielle climbed the staircase to the master bedroom. It was more settled-in than the rest of the house. He had a king-sized bed, matching nightstands, two decorative mirrors on the walls, and a sitting area with two chairs and a small table between them. She thought it looked nice.
The balcony doors were open. She could see his feet in slippers laying on the eight- foot by ten-foot concrete floor.
“Richard?!” she called to him. There was no response as she rushed out to him. Danielle’s frantic efforts had slowly begun to loosen the belt on her bathrobe. If she didn’t cinch it soon, her massive tits were going to be hanging free before long.
Richard was motionless, lying on his back.
‘Oh no. He looks dead,’ was her initial thought. She noticed his complete nakedness and her second thought was, ‘He’s easily twice the size of Gary.’
Then, everything happened so fast that she felt she had no control over what was going on. She knew she needed to check his pulse, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from his huge cock. She knelt on her hands and knees beside him. As she stared at his big, fat, meaty penis, her mind screamed at her to check his pulse, she reacted before thinking about it. She grabbed his dick.
“SHIT!” she said aloud, freezing in place. Her eyes darted to his face. It was pale and still. Then she looked at her hand, wrapped around his wide shaft.
She held it, frozen. His pulse was there, thudding through a thick vein in his shaft. She squeezed it. He was…his cock was swelling in her grip. She squeezed again gently and felt it thicken, growing firmer. She felt his pulse grow stronger through her grip on his cock.
‘What am I doing?’ she screamed in her mind. She felt like a teenager again, doing something taboo. Her blood was pumping in her temples. She felt her pussy throb as Richard’s cock grew harder in her hand.
She stared at it. She drew her hand toward the base. It had grown hard enough to almost stand on its own. She observed it up close as it jutted out of the top of her small hand. It looked nothing like Gary’s. She watched it throb like a pulsing snake, his tapered cock head emerging as the foreskin pulled back. She observed it with awe, fascinated by the details: the wrinkles, the different shades of white flesh, the veins and its width.
She leaned forward, bringing her face next to his cock. She inhaled, smelling his dick. His scent was that of aftershave and a very masculine, musky smell. It made her wet.
She found her finger was now tracing her lower lip as she gripped her neighbor’s cock. Her mouth was watering too. She couldn’t help but suck her own finger.
Danielle looked at his face again. He was breathing peacefully, as if in a deep sleep. She also noticed that he was not very pleasing to look at. His face had twisted features; his nose was bent as if he had broken it a long time ago, his teeth were crooked, and his eyes were sunken. He looked unhealthy…but his cock was another story altogether.
Danielle was gripped with an uncontrollable sense of arousal. She felt as though she had never had sex before; that she had never held a penis before.
The words, ‘No one will know,’ formed in her mind. More, they became her mantra.
She tentatively pumped the cock in her hand and it grew harder. She squeezed gently, watching his growing erection. It occurred to her that this was easily the biggest penis she had ever had in her hand. By far. The large, uncircumcised head wasn’t even completely engorged yet, but the shaft was smooth and meaty, more like a muscle. The middle was a little thicker than the rest of it, and it was hot to the touch.
She had the urge to jerk it as hard and as fast as she could. She had the impulse to lower her mouth over it and bob her head up and down as fast as she could. As she looked down at it wrapped by her hand, she pumped it. One stroke, slowly, then another. It looked amazing. She slowly pumped it a third time. Her other hand moved to his balls and she rolled them as she stroked him a fourth time. Then she focused on rubbing his balls while she slowly jerked him, losing count of her strokes.
Danielle zoned out, playing with the new, strange dick. She masturbated him steadily while jiggling and gently caressing his balls. Gary always liked that. But she found this huge new cock completely enthralling.
When a clear, fat bead of precum bubbled out of the slit in Richard’s head, it brought Danielle out of her revelry. She dragged her hand to the top of his thick tower and stopped. The bead grew, then broke, streaming into a thin line down the bottom of his shaft and over her fingers. His balls tightened in her grip. When Gary’s balls tightened like that, it meant he was going to cum.
Danielle found herself entirely unprepared for this outcome. She could also see that his orgasm appeared to be imminent.
Richard was aware that someone had touched him. As the stranger grabbed his cock, he began to regain full consciousness. Through the narrow slits of his closed eyes, he recognized the buxom beauty from next door. She had somehow made her way to his room and was now jacking him off. Rather than spoil an epic hand job, Richard decided to close his eyes tightly and pretend he was till unconscious.
‘Shit, what do I do?!’ she thought to herself in a panic. Richard’s cock throbbed urgently in her grip. His balls started to tighten in her other hand. The situation had gotten out of control and Danielle only had a few options.
She watched his cock head swell, deepening in color. She didn’t want to wake him up in a puddle of his own cum, his dick in her hand. She squeezed, trying to hold back his load, but the slit on his dick head gaped open. His cock pulsed powerfully. He was going to explode.
Danielle opened her mouth just in time to receive his first stream of hot spunk. It sprayed through her parted lips and onto her tongue. She felt it coat the inside of her mouth and threaten to spill back down on him, so she closed her lips over his cock head.
She took Richard’s cum in her mouth, breathing through her nose. Danielle was overcome by the absurdity of the situation at hand, listening to the birds’ chirp in her own back yard as she received spurt after hot spurt of her neighbor’s seminal fluid. She looked up, watching him sleeping peacefully, wondering what was going through his mind. She held his cock in her hand, bucking streams of cum into her mouth as she rubbed his balls. They’d never even formally met.
Danielle swallowed the hot load he spurted into her mouth. She pumped his cock a few times and tasted fresh strands of cum. She swallowed those down too. She squeezed his balls gently for good measure, making sure he was finished. She swallowed whatever he gave her, then lifted her mouth from his dick. It slapped down onto his stomach with a wet “THWAP.”
Richard had the herculean task of trying to look passed out as the hottest woman he had ever seen gave him a hand job and took his big load into her mouth. He hoped that she wasn’t made aware of his being awake when he thrust his hips up toward her ever so slightly.
Danielle fanned her hands in the air, in shock of her own depraved actions. She swallowed a few more times, tasting a new man’s cum. A man’s cum that wasn’t her husband.
‘What had gotten into me? Had he really slept through the whole thing?’
She looked down at him. He could be hurt and she was selfishly gratifying herself sexually in the situation. She should be ashamed of herself. She grabbed his robe that was draped over the balcony railing and lay it over his waist to cover him up.
“Richard?” She shook him by the shoulder with one hand. He didn’t so much as stir.
“Richard!!” she yelled, now shaking him with two hands. He was limp as a rag doll.
“Ohhhh, come on, be ok…” she said, now worrying. She gently slapped his face. Nothing. She slapped him again. His head lulled to one side. His eyelids fluttered.
“RICHARD!” she yelled, slapping him across the face and chest.
Finally, his body animated and his eyes popped open.
“Rrrrrmmm,” he grumbled groggily. He blinked at her, rubbing his eyes.
“What- Why are you here?” Richard looked at Danielle wide-eyed and tried to appear confused. His eyes scanned down his naked torso to the robe draped over his crotch, then over to the kneeling brunette at his side. He immediately looked down to see her bare, swinging tits. They had crept out of her loose robe and were hanging freely in plain sight. They were fucking amazing.
“Oh, my God. Are you okay?” Danielle asked, then continued. “I’m…I’m Danielle from next-door. I…I-” she stammered, unsure of what to say or how to introduce herself. She was leaning over him, oblivious to her exposed tits.
“Damn, what happened?!” Richard asked still acting dazed, staring at her curvy mounds and large nipples. He wished now that he was able to see her tits when she was jacking his cock.
Danielle sat back onto her haunches, smoothing her hair back behind her ears.
“I think you…” she glanced down, noticing the air on her bare nipples. “Oops,” she blushed, quickly cinching her robe and tucking her round breasts back inside.
They both shared a very awkward smile.
“I think you must have fallen. I saw you… laying on the floor and I thought…Well, I was worried you might have hurt yourself,” she said breathlessly.
Richard lay there, blinking, still pretending to be out of it. Only a couple of feet from the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“I hope it’s alright that I found a way into your house,” she said apologetically, adding, “and made sure you were okay. I found you up here on your deck and I thought something serious had happened to you. Your sister said to keep an eye out for you,” Danielle exaggerated.
Richard smiled warmly. “Thank you. I’m taking medication to help with my blood flow, circulation, and what not. Sometimes when I get up too fast, I faint. I guess that’s what happened and I just went to sleep.” He couldn’t help but stare at this beautiful woman.
“Well, I’m relieved that you’re okay, and in a way, I’m glad I came over to check on you. I’ve been…” she paused, not sure how to say it, “I need to apologize to you and I wasn’t sure how to go about it.” Danielle looked at the ground.
“Nonsense!” Richard protested. “If anything, I’m the one that needs to apologize to you.”
Danielle cut him off, gently placing a hand on his chest. “Please, here me out.” She insisted.
Richard sat up on his hands as he stared at her, still laying on the ground.
“Before you moved in, I enjoyed a very private life. I was in the habit where any time I was home, I was naked. I was, and still am, a very private nudist, you could say. When you moved in, I…someone told my husband you were blind, so I never really changed my routine. You saw me masturbate, which is, my God, is more embarrassing than anything, and I should have controlled myself while you were on your balcony.”
Richard was wide-eyed, and listening intently. Danielle saw movement beside her and noticed his penis was lifting the fabric on his robe. The lump grew to an obvious tent. She also noticed Richard made no effort to adjust his position.’Could he be getting hard again already?’ she wondered.
Danielle shook her head, then continued, “Had I known you could see, I would have worn a bathing suit or something. Something more appropriate. It’s just…Well, I’m sorry, anyway.” Danielle felt a weight lifted immediately after having confessed to him, although she lied about not knowing he could see the last time she played with herself.
Richard regarded her with gentle warmth, smiling slightly. He cleared his throat.
“Well, I might embarrass you by saying that I’m glad you didn’t. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I thought it was just the way you were, you know, an exhibitionist. When I saw you masturbate, I thought it would be okay if I did too. The fact you thought I was blind explains a lot.”
“Can we start over?” Danielle held out her hand.
“Absolutely!” Richard shook her hand.
Danielle stood and offered her hand to Richard. He took it and she lifted him up and helped him get to his feet. He awkwardly held his robe against his body as best he could, but Danielle already looked down and saw about two inches of the head of his cock peer out above the material. He had indeed grown hard again.
“I’ve been having a hell of a time recovering from my accident,” Richard said, partially to distract Danielle as he turned away from her and secured his robe over himself. “I was in the hospital for three weeks. Cracked my hip…broke my femur…it was awful,” he said wearily. “I closed on the house before the accident, so I’ve been waiting to move in for a while now.”
“Oh wow! That does sound awful.” Danielle pat him on the shoulder, but quickly removed her hand.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Danielle felt pity for the man. She really did want to start over.
“Actually, there is, but it’s a lot to ask.” Richard had a plan.
At that moment, Danielle was sorry she asked.
“Well, I will do what I can. What is it?”
“My therapy would go a lot faster, and I would feel much better, if I could do some of my aqua therapy in your pool. I go once per week, and I don’t like having to go all the way to the physical therapy pool.”
“Well…I…” Danielle didn’t want to say yes, he was right, it was a lot to ask.
“It can be after you’ve gone inside, hell, you don’t even have to be home. Whatever you can do would be appreciated.” Richard wanted an excuse to get closer to this hot piece of ass, and his using her pool would get him in the same space.
Danielle realized she was being ridiculous. “Of course you can. In fact, whenever you see me outside just yell down at me, and I’ll help you get into the pool area.”
“That would be a tremendous help, Danielle, thank you!”
“I promise I will wear a bathing suit from now on.” She smiled.
“Now don’t go getting crazy on me!” Richard joked.
Danielle discovered he had a wonderful sense of humor, in fact, the more she spoke with him, the more comfortable she was around him, despite his homely appearance. He smiled an unpleasant, contorted sort of smile revealing his twisted teeth. His pock-marked face revealed a history of acne or some other serious skin condition. Still, she found him strangely attractive. There was something about his being an ugly man with a big penis that was a turn on. This realization caught her off guard.
Danielle excused herself and said goodbye to her neighbor, then left for home. She planned on finishing her tanning, cooking herself lunch, and maybe having a couple glasses of wine.
That night, Danielle needed to talk to her husband. She called the number for the flat that his company reserved for their employees who traveled to London on business. After the phone rang several times, a woman answered, followed almost immediately by her husband, Gary on the other extension.
“Hello?” Gary had a nervous edge to his voice.
“Hey…Who the hell was that?” Danielle knew exactly where he was staying as she had traveled with him to London twice in the past year. There were two phones in the flat; one in the bedroom, and one in the small sitting area. There was no reason Gary should have a woman with him.
There was a brief, but distinctly suspicious pause.
“That was Anne from the London office, she came by to pick up a portfolio I had for the project we’re working on.” Gary was obviously lying, and sounded very anxious.
“Gary, it’s eleven-thirty at night in London, what the hell?” Daniele was furious.
“She’s leaving right now, Danny. Honestly, how could you think I’m cheating on you?”
There was another pause, as Gary’s inference seemed premature.
Angry and out of patience, Danielle ended the call and opened a bottle of wine. She poured a glass and flopped onto the couch, her mind racing.
‘He’ll call back. He’d better call back. That was seriously sketchy,’ she thought, sipping her wine.
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. She poured another glass.
When the phone rang over an hour later and she confirmed that it was in fact her husband calling, she didn’t bother to answer. The fact that it took him so long to call back after she hung up broke her heart. He must have needed time to get “Anne from the London office” out the door. What other explanation could there be? His belated call back proved to her that he was in fact with another woman. She proceeded to drink more wine.
Over the next two days, Danielle spoke to Gary a couple of times, but her trust in her husband was gone. She had no idea how she was going to make it through the next ten days until he came back and they could decide what to do about their relationship. But, she refused to wallow in the depressed wake of a failed marriage. She made up her mind that she was going to enjoy this time she had alone.
Danielle hadn’t seen Richard on his balcony, or anywhere else for that matter, for the past two days. She was avoiding going outside at all and instead, ran some errands, made a large pitcher of kamikazes, and watched old movies on TV.
It had now been three days since Danielle had helped Richard on his balcony, and she couldn’t take another day indoors. Not wanting to go out naked in front of Richard, she dug deep in her bathing suit drawer looking for an appropriate suit. Finally, she saw something red. It was an old, red one-piece from her short time as a lifeguard in college.
She pulled the suit out. It was a bit faded, but otherwise, the one-piece was exactly how she remembered it. She quickly slipped into it and stretched it up over her body.
Well, the good news was that it still fit perfectly, meaning she hadn’t gained any weight nor had she lost her college shape. The bad news was that her breasts seemed to be larger now and that the fabric had all but worn out. It was now considerably thinner.
The red hue of the suit had faded to a darker, rust color. The white cross symbol stretching over her chest had yellowed slightly. She looked at herself in the mirror, noticing how much of her deep cleavage was on display. She could also clearly make out the darker skin of her nipples through the worn material. Seeing her barely concealed tits made matters worse as her nipples grew hard and even more pronounced.
She shook her head. This would have to do. It was the least sexy bathing suit she had. She made her way downstairs and out into the sun, more than a little upset to have lost her nudist privileges in her own back yard.
It was a beautiful morning as Danielle prepared to get some sun. She loathed tan lines, and she was about to get some major tan lines in the one-piece she was wearing, but she couldn’t take the chance of Richard seeing her nude again.
She had no sooner than walked out to the pool when she heard him yell down at her.
“Hey neighbor! Nice day for a swim.” Richard was on his balcony in a blue, orange and red Hawaiian style shirt and what looked like a rather small, blue bathing suit.
‘Well, that was quick,’ she thought, but put on a polite demeanor.
“Hi, Richard. How are you?” Danielle waved, then tried to smile, squinting up at him and shading her eyes with her hand. She’d forgotten her sunglasses.
“I’m okay. Hey, I like the suit you had on the other day a lot better!”
Danielle thought his comment was a little awkward, then realized what he was implying. She wasn’t expecting his humorous comment and she effused a snorting, abrupt laughter.
“Hey, I was nude that day!” She played along.
“Exactly!” Richard smiled, then asked, “Would this be a good time to use the pool?” He was facing her from the side of his balcony.
Danielle hadn’t planned on having any company today. She was still very much upset about Gary. Also, this was the very first time he’d seen her since she offered to let him use her pool. Now he was already asking. She found it a little annoying. But, despite her being put out, she felt that having someone to talk to might not be a bad idea after all. Not to mention it was the neighborly thing to do.
“Uh, yea, sure,” she tried to sound enthusiastic, squinting up at him. “Do you need help?”
“No, I’ll be down in about five minutes.” Richard turned and went inside the house.
Danielle set out two extra towels and rearranged a few chairs to better accommodate her guest.
The next moment, Richard was knocking at the side gate that Danielle always kept locked.
She went to the gate and paused, seeing him moving slightly between the slats. As she opened the gate, she felt a sort of nervousness that she used to get when she went out on a date. She had opened herself up to this man she barely knew and he could easily take advantage of her. As he entered past her, she closed and locked the gate behind him. For a moment, she looked at the older man, noticing for the first time that he was considerably shorter than she was. He was smiling his crooked smile at her, which gave her an uneasy feeling.
She turned and led him up the path to the pool. She could feel his eyes on her ass as he walked behind her, again making her uneasy. She wanted to break her uneasy feeling, so she spoke.
“So, after the other day, how are you feeling?”
“A little stiff today. Legs are acting up.” Richard’s dick began to fill with blood. He watched her ass wobble in the one-piece suit ahead and above him. He almost reached out and grabbed it, but resisted the urge.
“Let’s see if the pool can help with that.” Danielle turned and smiled at him over her shoulder.
Richard had his eyes still glued on her ass as she strode casually into her pool area. Her ass was separated by the thin, red fabric of her suit, and as a result, quite a bit of cheek was exposed.
“Here we are,” she unnecessarily gestured to the pool, “help yourself!”
“Thank you. This will do me wonders.” Richard unbuttoned and removed his Hawaiian shirt, revealing a nest of wiry chest hair. He limped into the pool.
Danielle followed him into the water and was standing across from him, showing him both the shallow and deeper areas of the pool. It wasn’t always easy to tell them apart in her black-bottom pool. Richard leaned against the side of the pool where the water level came up to his thighs. He was listening to Danielle while ogling her breasts.
“You know, Danielle, you shouldn’t have to put a bathing suit on for me. I know I’m taking advantage of your kindness by being here, so I’ll make this the last time. I won’t use the upstairs balcony again either. I can sit downstairs. You should be able to do whatever you want in your back yard without me looking at you.”
Richard said all this in a very sweet, very sensitive way. Contrasting his actions, he constantly stared at her breasts while he spoke, taking note of her oversized, stiff nipples; a fact that was not lost on Danielle. She noticed his gaze locked on her tits the entire time he was talking to her. It was even more obvious than when she felt his eyes on her ass. Standing in the water, even if only knee-deep, caused her nipples to become hard. They’d likely be clearly visible through the thin fabric of the suit.
Despite herself, she found her own gaze drop to Richard’s crotch. His tight suit seemed to conceal a thick, coiled tube and the outline of his cock became more obvious as she looked at it.
‘He must be getting hard,’ she thought. ‘It’s my turn to stare, now.’
His penis was like a fattened snake, winding its way to the side, then up to the waistband. A hint of deep red appeared and she realized she could see about one-half inch of his head poking through his Speedo swimsuit. Seeing his large, protruding head brought back memories of the day on his balcony when she actually held the monster in her hands. She stood frozen, now recalling that she had masturbated to the image and feel of his cock at least twice over the past two nights.
They stared each other down, almost as if in a sexual duel.
Richard continued, “In fact, you should keep living your nudist lifestyle, I won’t try to look, or even comment about it. And I promise I’ll be good.” He seemed to almost be trying to dare her, to see if she would give in.
“It’s not your fault, Richard. It was an awkward situation, and, again, I apologize. I want you to use the pool. I hardly ever use it.” She wasn’t sure where this was going, but didn’t want to lose her excuse to show off her body. Her tone shifted slightly and she added, “I will admit, though, that I am upset about not being able to sunbathe nude.”
“Who says you can’t? You can go right ahead and do your thing. Don’t adjust your lifestyle for me. Hell, I’ve already seen you naked plenty of times, makes no difference to me if you stay that way or not.” Richard bluffed, staring at Danielle’s tits. He actually thought it was a little unfair that he got to see her naked body already, but here she was covering up now.
Danielle went right on staring at Richard’s cock as it tried to break free from its tight confines. But his words sunk in. Like a lightbulb, an encouraging thought popped into her mind.
‘He’s right! He’s already seen me naked, my God, he’s even seen me cum a few times, so what’s the point?’
Danielle felt the familiar electricity shoot through her veins and down to her pussy. She knew she couldn’t resist the thrill of being nude outside.
She smiled, finally pulling her eyes from Richard’s crotch to his face. They made eye contact.
“Are you sure?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“You bet! Go ahead and be free,” Richard encouraged her.
“Well, maybe I will.” Danielle turned away, walked slowly out of the pool and stood next to a chair by the table under the veranda.
Richard had moved into deeper water, away from her, and had begun moving his legs in some sort of exercise. He seemed uninterested in what Danielle was now doing.
Without drawing attention to herself, and as casually as she could with trembling hands, she slid the straps of her one-piece from her shoulders. The thin material held fast, still stretched across her broad chest. She scooped under her breasts, freeing the suit. It slid into a small heap at her feet.
As soon as the air hit her private areas, the areas that society deemed inappropriate to expose, she felt her skin tingle. She absently squeezed her nipples without realizing it, then retrieved the suit and draped it over the back of her chair.
‘My God, that feels better,’ she thought.
Richard saw her get naked in the corner of his eye and smiled.
Danielle felt her mood improve immediately. Thoughts of her cheating husband melted away as she felt the warm breeze brush against her bare nipples. She missed the sensation of being nude these past few days. The excitement returned as she focused on the fact she was naked in front of her strange neighbor.
‘Gary would flip if he saw me now.’ Danielle took great pleasure in this thought.
Seeing Richard in the pool caused her pussy to become wet. He seemed to be ignoring her, focused on whatever stretches he was performing. Danielle sat on her lounge chair and began the process of spreading lotion on her body. She kept an eye on Richard to make sure he didn’t drown or have any problems. She also wanted to see if he was going to be alright about her being nude in front of him.
She finished her entire sunscreen routine without Richard looking at her even once. Feeling a little nervous, she decided to go pour herself a kamikaze from the pitcher she made the night before.
Two quick drinks later, and she was back out in her chair, naked by the pool and feeling wonderful. She noticed Richard had gotten out and was drying off. He sat in a chair facing her now with the towel around his waist.
“Well, I’m going to head out. I have to go in and take my medication and eat a little something.”
“Okay, Richard.” Danielle was feeling downright bubbly. “Come over any time. I’ll keep the gate open.”
“Thank you kindly! Your pool will come in handy.”
“I’m glad you can find use for it.” Danielle sighed a pleasant sigh. The kamikazes made her feel like she was floating.
As he was walking out, he turned to her and added, “It must feel good being naked all the time. Maybe I’ll try it next time.” He had stopped as he neared the path to the side gate where he came in.
Before she thought about her answer, she responded,
“You should! It feels amazing!” She closed her eyes and relaxed in her chair.
Richard lingered to gaze over her fantastic body as she lay peacefully on her chair. He had never seen tits like hers and shook his head in disbelief. Finally, he turned and left.
That afternoon, Gary called and he and Danielle argued about his being suspiciously unavailable to take her calls during the day, which would be night time in London. Danielle went to bed feeling angry and alone.
In the morning, Danielle was back to feeling her usual, happy self. She had her coffee and yogurt, and worked on reorganizing her office space. By eleven o’clock, she had her towels and sunscreen set out by the pool and was feeling full of life.
As she prepared to lay down, her thoughts drifted back to yesterday and the last exchange she had with Richard. She didn’t understand their strange sexual tension, and she was worried about being able to resist that gorgeous cock of his. It dominated her mind in a way she didn’t feel fully in control of. Though she had seen it up close before, the fact that it was concealed but still visible to her yesterday made her want to see it again.
She sighed, hoping that she wouldn’t regret telling Richard he could come over anytime he liked as she began applying her sunblock.
Danielle, spent a good amount of time enjoying the experience of rubbing her lotion onto her skin. It felt great. Feeling the warm sun, and once again being able to enjoy it without the hindrance of clothing, made her horny. She pressed against her aching pussy and gave a soft moan. She absently played with herself, feeling energetic in the sun. Her hand felt nice and she tweaked her soft breasts, but it felt like she had an itch that she just couldn’t scratch. What she needed was to get laid.
She put that thought out of her head and tried to focus. In her mind, she could still feel the firm, yet spongy texture of Richard’s immense penis. She wanted to hold it again. She would just have to avoid looking at his face while she did it.
From the side of her yard, she heard the familiar “CLINK” of her gate closing. She had just inserted her first two fingers into her bare pussy, and held them there in excited anticipation. She knew it was probably Richard, remembering she had left the gate open after her somewhat inebriated open invitation to him.
But what if it wasn’t? She was totally naked, playing with herself, with her door wide open. Her heart raced. Her pussy throbbed around her fingers and she pressed against her engorged clit with her thumb, frozen otherwise in anticipation. She felt the shadow of the person creep over her from above and off to the side. It was Richard. “Well, good morning!” he said a little too loudly. He had his white towel wrapped around his waist and was wearing flip-flops, circling around to her front.
“Hi, Richard.” Danielle didn’t get up, but rather lay back on her chair and stretched her sexy, over-the-arms stretch. She drew her long, lithe body out as far as she could, then relaxed. “How are you?”
Richard walked up and scooted another lounge chair about three feet away and a couple of feet down from Danielle’s.
“I’m doing great! Yesterday’s pool workout made me feel a lot better. Got a good night’s sleep.” Danielle thought Richard’s spirits seemed pretty high. Then again, she was laying there completely naked, so that might have something to do with his good mood. She adjusted her chair so it was more in an upright position.
Danielle and Richard both had their sunglasses on, so it was difficult for her to determine whether he was looking at her body or her eyes, it was equally difficult for Richard to see what Danielle was focused on.
“Hey, I took your advice.” Richard sat down and faced her to the side.
“What advice would that be?” Danielle didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
“About how I should try being nude. I got naked last night and I just stayed that way all this morning.”
She looked down at his towel-wrapped waist.
‘Oh God. Is he naked under his towel?’ Danielle became both nervous and excited at the same time.
“So, you’re…” She trailed off, looking down at his towel.
“Yep. Naked as the day I was born. Hey, if you’re uncomfortable with that, I can just go and get my suit on, no problem whatsoever.”
Danielle felt put on the spot. She was about to decide whether or not this strange, older man, with the beautiful, huge penis was going to be walking around nude in her backyard.
She found her body was becoming sensitive, her nipples perked-up, her mouth became wet, her pussy moist. She was laying completely naked in front of the most well-endowed man she had ever seen about to tell him to either go back and fetch his bathing suit, or get naked.
Danielle thought about her cheating husband and what he was up to overseas, so far from her reach. She couldn’t think of a better way to get her revenge.
“I don’t have a problem with you being a nudist around me,” she said, trying to keep her voice level and calm.
There it was. It was decided. Danielle almost visibly cringed with her forward remark. ‘Holy shit, what have I done?’ She immediately thought. Her excitement was total.
Richard smiled, stood up and unfastened the towel around his waist, letting it drop in a heap to the ground. Danielle was about four feet away as he stood at his chair a few feet down from hers. Her head at the same level as his groin.
Richard dropped his towel right in front of the naked, big-breasted vixen. He stood with his legs shoulder-width, hands on his hips. Danielle’s eyes went right to it. She was barely able to resist lowering her sunglasses for a better look.
He wasn’t hard…yet. Danielle saw his impressive cock fully extended, although not hard. It hung down, dangling before her eyes.
‘Jesus,’ she thought, her mouth gaping open slightly. His penis was simply amazing. It hung straight down, and bumped against his legs as he smoothed his towel on the back of his chair.
“Ah. That feels incredible. Thank you for suggesting it.”
“It is nice, isn’t it?” Danielle was trying to make the conversation as innocent as possible, although this is not how she was feeling.
Richard limped slowly to the pool and down the steps hanging on the side. His cock bouncing between his legs, his huge, sagging balls dangled and moved with every stride. Danielle could see everything he was doing. Her pussy was dripping so much that she could feel it running down her inner thigh and ass, and leaking onto her towel. She didn’t dare touch herself for she didn’t want to do anything sexual in front of a naked man who was hung like a Rocky(H).
Richard reached outward and grabbed the edge of the pool. He began pumping his feet, kicking forward so his back was facing up, just above the surface of the water. Danielle was having an impossible time trying not to masturbate. She fidgeted nervously. She had been thinking about that cock for several days and she desperately needed to cum now that she was naked with it in her backyard.
After several minutes, Richard crept out of the pool and made his way back to his chair as she nonchalantly stared at his huge wobbling, naked snake suspended between his legs. He had a difficult time getting himself into his chair. Once in place, he reclined the back and lay in the sun.
From her position, Danielle could see every inch of his glorious dick. She became transfixed at the sight. His legs were spread slightly. Richard’s huge balls hung loose against his towel. His cock snaked out from his wiry pubes and was lying up along his stomach. She stared at the prominent veins and marveled at his girth. At the top, his uncircumcised head flared, laying hidden under its sheath. She began fantasizing about it, how she would lick it and suck on it. She imagined that if Gary had a cock like that, she would have it in her mouth multiple times per day.
Finally, she couldn’t take any more. After about fifteen minutes, she shook her head and forced herself to look away, getting up.
“I’m going to fix a drink. Would you like one?” Danielle looked back at the skinny, well-endowed man. She thought it ironic that he was as disproportionately built as she was.
“Got any beer?” He lifted his head up hopefully.
“No beer. I was going to make a pitcher of kamikazes. Ever had one?” Danielle had to get up and get away from the penis.
“Can’t say I have. Can I watch how you do it?” He wanted to remain in contact with the stunning brunette.
Danielle sighed and flipped her hair as she turned. It seemed she couldn’t escape the presence of his epic cock for now.
Richard followed Danielle’s perfect, naked body into the house and into the kitchen. He purposely tugged at his cock while her back was to him to let it grow to a semi-erect state.
Danielle was not accustomed to feeling as sexually stimulated as she was without being able to have sex. In the past, if she found herself even half as turned on as she was at the moment, she could simply have sex with Gary and take care of her needs. This was difficult for her. It felt like a low-level sustained sexual encounter, and it wasn’t going away.
In the kitchen, she retrieved the glasses.
“I like using a little extra vodka in the first one,” she explained, smiling as she poured.
Richard watched, staring directly at her wobbling tits, paying no attention to her bartending narrative. She noticed Richard was mostly watching her tits and they jiggled and bounced while she was mixing and pouring. His constant staring caused her nipples to harden to a rock-like state.
She closed the lid of the pitcher tightly. “Then, a little shake…” she said, looking slightly to the side in a cute, self-conscious way.
Danielle gently shook the pitcher. She knew this would make her tits sway and bounce against each other. She knew Richard was watching to see them do just that. And she did it anyway, finding herself smiling slightly. She loved the attention.
Richard felt his cock swell as he watched her supple, dangling tits jump and bound, high on her chest. She gave the pitcher an obligatory shake. Richard marveled at her flawless tits and prominent nipples.
“And there you have it,” she concluded. “Shall we?”
Danielle walked past the stunned Richard carrying the pitcher and two glasses out to the table in the veranda.
As Danielle took a seat, Richard passed by her, led by his growing erection. She looked over as he walked by, his waist at her eye level. He was clearly no longer dangling. His cock looked like a heavy plank of wood sticking out and bending down from the weight of the head. Thankfully, as he sat, the table hid his crotch from sight so Danielle got a visual break.
She poured them each a two-ounce “shot” and explained, “It’s not really a sipping drink, it just depends on how much is in the glass. You would normally drink it in one or two gulps.”
Danielle demonstrated. Her tits shook as she tossed back the cold drink. She swallowed and made a satisfying “ah” sound.
“I think I can handle that!” Richard mirrored her, throwing back the shot and gulping loudly. He gazed at the empty glass, then nodded and pushed his empty glass toward the nearly full pitcher for another.
“Wow!” he cried, “I like that!” He smiled a full smile, revealing his irregular dental pattern.
“Yeah, they’re awesome. Cool and refreshing and they give you a good kick.”
Danielle poured them both another, only with slightly more in the glass. Richard drank his in two drinks, following Danielle’s example.
“One more, and that’s my limit so early in the day.” Danielle announced.
This drink was a good five or six ounces. She and Richard slowed down for this one and enjoyed the flavor.
Danielle was feeling on top of the world. She was in a frisky and mischievous mood from the alcohol. She was having strange thoughts about Richard. He was not an attractive man at all. He was scrawny and covered in pale, freckly skin, a sagging chest, and a face that looked like he had been beaten up a few times. He was just the opposite of Gary in every way. Gary was handsome enough to be a male model, yet had a very average-sized penis. Richard had a penis that would make any porn star jealous, but had the body of an old, frail man. Her thoughts revealed a twisted attraction to Richard. She found herself turned on by being naked in front of a man she had no business being naked in front of. She grew hot thinking that a man like Richard would never have access to such a body as hers under most circumstances.
Richard interrupted her day dreaming.
“I never thought being naked would feel this good. You really opened my eyes.” He smiled.
“Now you know why I was so disappointed that it had to stop. I’m glad it doesn’t.”
Danielle now wished she could see his big, fat, juicy cock under the table.
She finished her drink and went inside to put the pitcher back into the fridge. When she came back out, Richard was in the pool. Kicking his feet. Danielle decided to join him. She was now good and buzzed from the drinks.
She walked into the pool up to her breasts and noticed that Richard was swimming around her. She had seen such behavior before. This wasn’t some innocent, injured man needing to exercise, he was circling her like prey, clearly interested in her.
Danielle knew she was vulnerable, but was having a blast being naked with Richard.
‘Fuck Gary and his fucking London girlfriend,’ she thought.
Danielle pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. She felt this was the safest way to stay away from that monster lurking below.
“Aren’t you married, Richard?” she was slowly kicking her legs back and forth under the water. Her tits moving ever so slightly with each kick.
“I used to be, but we were divorced about ten years ago. I have two kids who live out in Arizona. She’s in Florida.”
Danielle had a flirtatious look in her eye. She tried to act casual as she spread her legs a little wider. Her pussy felt like fluids were gushing out of her she was so wet.
“Gary and I don’t want children. We don’t regret it. Gives us more time for ourselves.”
Richard found this line of conversation interesting. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, do you guys use birth control? Or…?”
Danielle’s heart fluttered as their discussion became more heated, more sexual. She shifted her bare ass on the smooth pool deck, feeling her pussy throb.
“Wow! That’s a little personal, don’t you think?” Danielle smiled, clearly unoffended by the question. Then continued.
“We’ve always used condoms. I guess we’re just used to it,” she replied, “so no, I’m not on the pill or anything.”
Danielle couldn’t believe she was sharing so much with Richard. She couldn’t take the sexual tension. She had to do something.
“But hey,” she added suddenly, “that’s personal and none of your business!” She playfully kicked a splash of water at Richard.
“Look at you getting all private, Mrs. Nudist!” Richard shot back, taking her cue and gently returning her splash.
Danielle splashed back with her hand and foot. Richard returned. His wave drenched the brunette and saturated the deck around her. She shrieked wildly and tilted her body back and to the side. She threw her head back and wiped her eyes. Her legs pulled up slightly and separated more, her nearly bald pussy became visible as it sat on the very edge of the pool.
Richard seemed to also be at his sexual limit and walked slowly through the water toward Danielle. His hungry gaze was locked on her now exposed and spread pussy.
Danielle wiped her eyes and blinked them open to see him coming at her, staring intently at her pussy. She was frozen. His look made her pussy throb and her nipples ache. She was afraid she would cum at that very moment.
As if drawn by a magnet, Richard’s face moved directly toward the reclined brunette’s pussy. It was like the culmination of their stand-off from the day before.
‘He wouldn’t just put his mouth on me like that, without asking or saying anything, would he?’ Danielle thought.
His face closed the distance, moving between her thighs. She found her hands on her tits. Richard’s hands confidently grabbed her knees, pushing them back and separating them more.
The two locked eyes as he moved his face in quickly. And without a word, he placed his mouth on her sloppy wet pussy.
“Ahhhhhhhh…Mmmm.” she sighed loudly, feeling his lips meet her slippery, tight sex. She felt an intense relief, like a hot iron being submerged in a bucket of water.
She opened her legs wider to give him more access.
Richard’s clean-shaven face was slippery when it became coated with Danielle’s wetness. This alone caused her to gasp audibly. It was a naughty feeling to have his face between her legs.
Danielle watched his head move between her thighs. She never really enjoyed her husband’s efforts at pleasing her orally, so she was a little tense after her initial relief. Richard’s actions caught her by surprise and she had to thank the alcohol for allowing her to relax and spread her legs open for him. She figured she would let him have a few minutes, but what she really wanted, what she felt she needed, was to let him fuck her. She leaned back on her elbows, letting him have his way. Soon, she’d get in the pool with him.
But that is not what happened.
“Ooooh, that feels nice,” she cooed.
Richard showed surprising energy, going at her with abandon. He rubbed his nose, lips, and chin all over her before he began using his tongue. His long, firm, tongue penetrated her, jabbing her, fucking her, probing as deep as its length would allow, then it made lapping motions against her vulva, spreading his tongue out wide and flat. He used his broad tongue to stroke her lips with long draws all the way up to her stiff clit, repeatedly, and with increasing pressure.
“Mmmm, yes,” Danielle sighed, sounding like she was enjoying a nice cup of hot chocolate. She watched his balding head move between her spread legs.
As Richard had his way with her sopping pussy, she became a little self-conscious about how wet she was getting. His mouth made careless, sloppy, wet noises. Danielle was overwhelmed with the reality that his ugly, twisted face was now pressed naked against her most intimate area of her body.
She found Richard’s oral sex much more pleasurable than Gary’s. His stroking tongue switched back to deeply penetrating her and she felt his nose bump her swollen clit. She was spreading herself wider; she wanted his face between her legs. She began to not only appreciate his effort, but started to crave his tongue.
She propped herself up by putting her arms behind her, then scooted herself further over the edge of the pool so Richard could more easily access her pussy.
“Yes, just like that,” she found herself saying. She was never this vocal during sex. She began heaving her chest, panting, her self-consciousness was evaporating.
After several more thrusts into her with his tongue, Richard sucked her engorged clitoris into his mouth and pinned it like a vise. Danielle moaned and pressed her crotch up and forward into his face.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she encouraged.
Richard pulled and sucked on her extended clit for a few minutes before he began to flick it up and down with the tip of his flexed tongue, slowly at first, then with increasing tempo.
“Oh, yes!” she cooed. Danielle had never had an oral experience like the one Richard was giving her. She found herself leaning forward and placing both of her hands behind his head just to make sure he didn’t back away too soon. She knew this would cause her to cum.
Richard could sense Danielle’s natural rhythm as she began to cycle toward her orgasm. Her hips were gyrating, her hands moving his head against her pussy, her rapid breathing and moaning; she was close. Richard stuck his tongue out and flexed it so it was strong and fixed in place to allow her to move at her own pace against his tongue and face. She was grinding her pussy into him and fast approaching climax.
“Ohhh…Fffuuuuckkkk…!” was all she could utter. Her pussy seemed to open-up, relaxing before she involuntarily convulsed. Danielle’s right leg began shaking. She was lost to the pleasurable sensations.
Waves of fluid washed over Richard’s face. The first squirt was more like a faucet being turned on.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Danielle cheered and jetted three sharp spurts of cum against Richard’s thrusting tongue and chin.
He had to hold his breath as Danielle was suffocating him with her pussy and wetness. After flooding his face and mouth, she laid back and tried to catch her breath. She gasped and heaved against the wet pool deck on her back. She was writhing and clenching her wet tits.
But Richard wasn’t done yet. His tongue wriggled down as he sought out her virgin asshole. He found her puckered opening and penetrated it deeply. Just as he had with her pussy, he tongued her asshole without any warning or reservation.
Danielle chirped in surprise as his tongue forced its way into her ass. “Ohhh, Jesus, oh, God!”
Richard held her thigh with one hand and worked the thumb of his other into her pussy. He tilted her hips back for better access to her asshole. His thumb slipped into the upper portion of her vagina so it came into contact with her rock-hard clit.
Danielle lifted her head. She felt she had let this go on too far.
“Hey, hey, hey. That’s enough…” she protested.
He simply pulled her toward him roughly and tightened his grip on her thigh and pussy.
“Oooof,” she cried as he dragged her wet body over the smooth surface. She was again writhing in pleasure, at his disposal.
Her sphincter loosened momentarily and Richard’s, long, strong tongue quickly penetrated deeper into her body. Danielle wiggled and squirmed. He was fucking her ass with his tongue. No one had ever done anything like this to her.
Her legs trembled involuntarily. She was cumming again.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhh…” Her voice rose in pitch, her face scrunched up. “fffffffffuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh…” she produced a loud, and sustained moan, running out of breath, she inhaled deeply, and continued, “…huuuuuuuhhhhhcccckkkkk…”
Richard fucked her tight pussy with his thumb while rubbing her clit with his palm. Danielle had completely given herself to Richard’s extraordinary oral skills and was now holding her own knees, pulling them as far back as she could, opening herself to him. She tilted her hips toward him, giving her asshole to his capable tongue.”Oh god, oh god, ohhh…god,” she murmured breathlessly. Another deep breath and she released her knees, squirming wildly. “Annnnnngggghhhhhh!”
She came once more with Richards tongue imbedded in her ass. He felt her squirt powerfully, her pussy gushing against his hand and forehead. He loved the effect he was having on her.
Danielle shivered and was forced to roll away from Richard. She couldn’t take anymore and slid into the pool out of a combination of over exhaustion and over stimulation. Richard floated away from Danielle who sat half way in the water on the steps to the pool as she recovered from her orgasms. Her breasts heaved, dripping, as she panted. She put her hand on her chest, looking at Richard.
“Oh my God. I’ve never cum like that before. It was just…” she shook her head, “oh my God!!” Danielle stood, letting the water drip off as she rose. She walked into the kitchen, retrieved the pitcher of kamikazes and poured herself another. Watching Richard through the glass door, she quickly downed the drink and returned to the pool.
Richard stood in the shallow water, his cock as hard as it could possibly get, sticking straight out away from his body, eager and waiting to be sated. Danielle was trying to regenerate her body so she could continue to enjoy this pleasurable, yet homely man. After she joined him in the water she smiled and said,
“Now, it’s my turn…” she took his hand and walked him up and around to the spot she had been sitting, on the edge of the pool.
“Here.” She gently patted the spot where she had been writhing in pleasure.
Richard slid his body down to a seated position. Danielle smiled as she jumped back into the pool and moved between Richard’s legs, her hands on his knees. She looked at his cock, eagerly jutting up at her. She felt happy that she was finally able to spend some quality time with his epic dick.
“Wow,” she said in amazement, carefully touching and probing his stiff member.
At first, she pet it as though it were a delicate creature that was easily damaged.
“Go ahead, don’t be shy,” Richard said, smiling.
With that, Danielle used both hands to grab Richard’s cock. She gripped it about in the middle of his shaft, right where it seemed to be its fattest.
“Oh my god, I can barely get my hands around it…” she marveled.
Danielle handled his stiff erection, placing first one hand at his base, then her other one on top of it, then her first hand over the second one. She had done this before with a baseball bat, but never a dick. With eyes wide, she began moving her grip all over its surface to better feel it. She then released it and let it sway until it settled, stretched out well in front of him just a few inches from her mouth. She had become obsessed with his cock.
She made eye contact with him as her hands gathered and cupped his loose ball sack.
“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that this is an enormous cock.” Stating this aloud made her feel nasty. She discovered that she loved feeling nasty.
She gave him a sultry look as she tilted her head to the side. But found she couldn’t keep her hands off of it for long. She kept rubbing his balls with one hand and gripped his shaft with her other. She looked him in the eyes while tapping his cock against her lips and cheeks, toying with it.
Richard smiled again. His gnarly mouth made Danielle feel she was about to do something exciting and wrong.
Not wanting to put off feeling his cock on her tongue for another second, she hungrily opened her mouth, gaping it as a strand of spit fell onto his cock head. She lowered her face and used her tongue to slather his swollen knob with spit. More saliva flowed out as she twirled her tongue and tilted her head to look up at Richard. She tapped the underside against her soft tongue. She made a show of licking at the underside of his cock head, drawing her tongue up and down his cock, again and again.
Richard watched quietly, his smile turning to a more intense look.
Now his head was nice and wet. She let go of her hands and held his cock in position with only her mouth. She tilted her head slightly back and forth, at the same time pushing her face down, pushing him further in, until she could feel it at the back of her tongue. She held him there, her lips stretched wide over the fattest part of his shaft.
Danielle looked up at Richard. She thought how fat his cock felt as it throbbed, stretching her lips. Would she be able to fit this fat part down her throat? She felt her gag reflex surge and backed herself off, her eyes tearing.
“Wow…” she marveled, sniffling. “…thick…” she said, then placed her mouth back on his tip. She held her tits and began pushing her face down on his cock again.
‘This may take some time,’ she thought.
Each time she had his cock at the back of her tongue, she forced a little more in, relaxing her throat as she made progress. She’d pinch her nipples to distract herself and push her face down, taking him further down her throat; but his thickness was going to limit how much she could fit.
She moved her hands to his balls and continued to slowly bob her head in his lap. She felt her warm spit ooze down onto his balls and she rubbed it into his relaxed scrotum. Once his beautiful cock was slippery from her saliva, and she had determined the maximum amount she could she handle, she began to use her mouth to fuck his cock.
Danielle’s tits were bouncing and swishing around in the water, making splashing sounds as her mouth serviced Richard’s impressive tool; she desperately wanted to please him. She moved her head, fucking his cock with her mouth energetically. She wanted to give him as much as pleasure as he had given her. She wanted him to feel as satisfied as he had made her feel just a few moments ago. She was determined to make him cum.
She throated his cock deeply and brought her hands back to her tits. Moving her mouth around his shaft, without using her hands, allowed her to grope her wet breasts and push them up enticingly. Richard must have loved this because he began breathing faster. She removed her mouth with a sloppy sound.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned and dipped her head under his cock to suck one of his balls into her mouth.
“Mmmm.” She was moaning without realizing it as she worked his large, heavy balls. After popping each testicle in her mouth several times, while stroking his erection above, she jiggled them each on her tongue.
His cock pulsed powerfully in her grip. She wanted it back in her mouth. She moved her head back up and grabbed the head using only her mouth. She returned to her rhythm and continued to coat his shaft with her drool.
Shoving his dick into Danielle’s face, Richard began to feel his much-needed orgasm begin to form. The sensitivity of his cock was becoming unbearable. Danielle was gripping her tits again. He watched her perfect face, her hot, wet mouth stretch over his cock as she bobbed her head. His original intention was to try and extend this sexual experience as long as he could, but Danielle was just too hot for him to consider delaying the mind-blowing orgasm that was to come.
Danielle continued pumping her mouth up and down his shaft steadily. Richard sat up, his hand snaking into Danielle’s soft, brown hair.
“Ungh, yes!” he cried.
His cock surged and Richard raised his hips up and tried to get his cock as deep as he could.
Danielle tasted precum and lifted her head as he bucked his hips. She removed him from her mouth with a wet, sucking sound and stood up taller, pointing his swollen head toward her chest.
She felt his cock throb in her grip. The first white surge shot powerfully up at her, splattering against her face sharply.
“Ooooh!” she chirped in surprise, closing her eyes while pumping him.
Richard quietly grunted. In three more tremendous blasts, he splattered Danielle’s huge tits as she jacked him off. She stroked him through his orgasm, her eyes closed.
“That’s it. Shoot it on my tits,” she said, turning her speckled face up toward him. She felt warm cum erupt all over her wobbling chest.
Richard couldn’t believe the amount that he came. He usually found himself pushing through his climax when he had an orgasm, but this one seemed to have a strength of its own. His powerful spurts shot out as if propelled by some inner force.
“Oh…God…!” She squeezed and milked his cock through each explosive jet as they splashed and spattered her chest.
She felt his growing load running down between her cleavage and adjusted her grip on his shaft. She used her elbows to push her breasts together, trapping the oozing cum between them. It dripped abundantly from her chin, her nipples, and created a small river in the center of her cleavage.
“Oh yes! Splatter me!”
Danielle was ecstatic. His orgasm was an event. An exciting, erotic, happening, and she loved it. She loved how he came. Richard spit out semen onto the beautiful woman until he was completely spent. He finished coating her, then, panting, he lay down on the stone patio that surrounded the pool.
“That was a HUGE orgasm!” Danielle smiled and carefully blinked her cum-splattered eyes open.
She looked down at her semen-covered breasts, then leaned forward to give his shrinking cock one last suck, tasting the final drop of semen and holding it on her tongue. She found she actually enjoyed his flavor.
Richard leaned back and closed his eyes for a few moments. Then looked down and said,
“That was amazing, Danielle. Thank you for that, but to be honest, I’m feeling a little dizzy and probably need a nap. I’m afraid I have to go home.” Richard was feeling very weak after all that activity.
Danielle was actually just warming up. She wanted more…of everything, but she also saw how weak Richard was after his orgasm and didn’t push him to stick around.
“Okay, Richard. I guess I’ll see you around. Thank you!”
After catching his breath, Richard bent down and briefly kissed Danielle on the lips, wrapped a towel around his waist and slowly limped back down the side path.
“I’ve tried calling you multiple times and all I get is the answering service for the flat.” Danielle finally got through to Gary.
“Danny, it’s not like that. We’re just on a project together.” Gary had a soft tone to his voice, the kind he used when he did something wrong and was apologizing.
This wasn’t the first time Danielle had serious suspicions of her husband while he was away. Once, while he was in Scotland, she asked that he take a video of his hotel room to see if there was any evidence of another woman there. It didn’t produce the results she wanted, mostly because it took him ten minutes before he sent the video; plenty of time to clean up.
“Okay, I want picture proof. Use your cell phone and take a video, like last time.”
“Danny, I’m not going to do that again. No way. You either trust me or you don’t.” Gary’s voice changed in tone. She knew there would be no video, and she knew he was done talking.
“Well, then I guess I have nothing else to say. Good night.” Danielle hung up the phone as Gary was saying something, she didn’t care what it was.
He didn’t call back.
Danielle was pissed, but the oral sex session she had with Richard earlier that day helped temper her mood. In fact, there was part of her that was glad Gary was cheating on her, now that she found another outlet for her sexual needs. For the short term, she was hoping she and Gary could work things out, but she had serious doubts whether or not the relationship could survive after what the two of them were doing outside the marriage.
She went to bed and slept until nine o’clock the next day.
Danielle went about her normal routine in the morning. She laid out in the late morning and early afternoon sun, came in and had lunch, checked on several stocks on her investment account, then went back outside. She saw nothing of Richard that day.
Later in the week, Danielle was laying out in the afternoon. She was generously re-coating her breasts with sun screen as she lay on her chair. The breeze was cooling her hot nipples that were spread wide and flat from the heat of the sun. She had wondered about Richard, she hadn’t seen him in over three days, but didn’t want to check on him as she didn’t want it to appear that she was wanting more. But being honest with herself, she did want more.
She had absolutely enjoyed the orgasms from Richard’s oral sex. But she needed the actual fucking: the sweaty bodies slamming together, feeling a man inside her, taking her. She remembered Richard’s odd, fat cock. She thought about how it had first stretched her mouth, then her throat. She thought about how wonderful it would feel, stretching her neglected pussy open wide. The thought caused her to shiver.
She huffed, frustrated. Danielle didn’t want to appear desperate and needy toward Richard, but that was how she felt. All week, she had wanted more from the man that had given her the most amazing orgasm she could remember, but she never chased after men. She didn’t have to.
As she lay in the sun, she thought she heard men’s voices coming from Richard’s house. She peered through her squinted eyes behind her sunglasses and saw two unfamiliar men standing on his balcony.
Her eyes opened wide; they were looking right at her. The familiar rush of excitement overtook her and her relaxed state instantaneously became one of sexual anxiety and arousal.
They were definitely watching her. Her first instinct was to grab the towel from behind her head and cover up as she retreated inside. However, her more powerful desire to be seen naked, the exhibitionist Danielle, just shifted slightly in her chair. She found herself frozen there for the strangers to admire.
The men seemed to be waiting for something as they watched. Danielle felt sweat break out on her brow. The temptation to cover up seemed to fuel her arousal as she lay stretched out for the men, now gazing down upon her.
Her pussy tingled, and pulsed, then became itchy as her juices began to flow. Her breaths were short and fast. She felt like being touched, she wanted to be ravaged by the strange men. She lifted up her enormous tits and pressed them together. Her areolas had shrunk and her nipples became hard from her excitement. She spread her long, tanned legs until they were about two feet apart. She was hot, she was horny, and she was terrified.
‘What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are THEY doing?’ She wondered.
She thought about how long she would be willing to display her perfect body to the disheveled-looking older men on the balcony, and how much control she had over the situation, reminding herself that the side gate was left unlocked for Richard.
As she was debating whether to get up and lock the gate, a shadow appeared blocking the sun as it shone on her face. It was Richard, the new, nudist Richard. And to be accurate, it wasn’t his body that shadowed her face. It was his enormous, jutting cock, and this time, he was fully erect.
Danielle felt her body’s involuntary response to the sight of her ugly, frail, well-hung lover in the form of goosebumps and more wetness, in both her mouth and her pussy. She lifted her head slightly to see him more clearly. She was puzzled by his stance at the foot of her chaise.
‘What’s he going to do?’ she could only wonder, as they gazed at each other silently, again with the sexual stand-off.
Richard’s eyes moved from her face to her huge tits. He stepped around her left side, up to where her shoulders were, lifted his leg and straddled her chest. Taking his cue, Danielle used her hands to smash her breasts together creating a great crevasse for his long, thick cock to penetrate.
‘He’s going to fuck my tits!’ Danielle was surprised, but welcomed the sexual contact.
Richard settled his weight onto her. He still said nothing, grabbing the sunscreen bottle. He turned it upside down and squeezed. He crisscrossed the pale stream of lotion abundantly over his bloated cock and her giant tits.
Richard simply tossed the bottle aside, took the brunette with one hand behind her neck and the other on her shoulder, and began driving his cock through her slick tit tunnel. Richard just smiled down as he began jostling her supple body with his thrusts.
Danielle was well-versed in tit-fucking. It happened to be her husband’s favorite thing to do. The difference now being that Richard’s cock made much more contact with her skin and extended beyond the top of her tits to her chin, whereas Gary’s would just totally disappear.
“God,” she grunted with effort. “It’s much bigger than I’m used to,” she commented, making eye contact with Richard.
Danielle adjusted her pillowy mounds for him. She squeezed and pulled her breasts to stand out as much as possible. Richard’s body drove against her forcefully. His balls dragged against her stomach and lower ribcage. He roughly shook her head by his grip on her neck.
“Ah, yes. Richard.” She knew she couldn’t resist even the thought of having sex with this vulgar man.
She found herself more turned on by her performing in front of the two men than by what Richard was actually doing to her. Her attention was divided between watching Richard slam into her tits and watching the men on the balcony. They appeared to be about the same age as Richard, in their late fifties or early sixties. One was tall and bald, and the other was heavier-set with blackish grey hair. They were dressed in short-sleeved shirts and shorts.
Suddenly, thinking about old-man Richard using her tits and his old-man friends watching her, she felt like she could almost cum. She was already close and she wasn’t even touching herself.
‘Fuck, what has gotten into me?’ Am I going to let him have his way with me just like that?’ she thought, feeling especially horny and naughty. Danielle felt her level of arousal increase at the thought that she was becoming a slut for Richard.
She wanted to touch herself, but if she released her breasts, that would mean that Richard would have to use his hands, and this would partially obstruct their view from above. As she was struggling with the need to cum, and the dilemma of whether to remove her hands from her breasts or not, Richard reached behind and gently slapped her pussy.
“Ah!” she cried out, so close to cumming.
He looked back at her pussy and slapped it again, then watched her face as his cock thrummed against her chin.
“Yesss!” she winced in pleasure.
He plunged two fingers into her flooded pussy and stroked her clit with his thumb.
“FUCK!” she clenched her face in pleasure, bucking her hips below him into his hand. Danielle immediately exploded at Richard’s capable touch.
She simultaneously issued a loud, “Gaaaahhh!” and several sharp spurts of cum out onto the towel she was laying on. Richard turned his fingers up and relentlessly fucked her wanton pussy, still holding the back of her neck as she writhed and squirmed below him.
“Uuunnnggghhh!” she grunted, cumming again forcefully on Richard’s hand. She tried to push him off, overwhelmed, but he wouldn’t budge.
She pulled her legs back and shook uncontrollably in the throes of an intense orgasm, “Ahhhh! Ohhh! My Ggggoddd!”
Danielle had squirted a wide, wet line from her chair. She looked up at Richard in surprise, then over to the two smiling men on the balcony. She huffed and panted as she tried to calm herself down.
Richard wasn’t done. Barely before Danielle could recover, he shoved three fingers into her pussy and caused another convulsion deep within her.
“God…Richard! Ummm…Ummm…Ummm!” Danielle was melting at his touch.
Being completely exposed in front of the total strangers as she let Richard have his way with her was without a doubt the hottest, sexually adventurous thing she had ever done. She had dropped her hands to her sides, too overcome to hold her heavy tits up any longer. Richard finally relented on her worked-over pussy and focused on Danielle’s tits. He grabbed each one with his hands and was smashing them together as he resumed fucking her cleavage relentlessly.
“Fuck my tits, Richard!” She continued encouraging him loudly as he thrust and jostled into her roughly. His beautiful cock divided her breasts with every stroke. His dick was smashing into her chin and under her neck, against her throat. It was making it harder for her to talk so, she pointed her mouth downwards and opened it for his cock to penetrate. She took in a couple of inches of his cock as he pounded her slippery tits. She tasted the coconut lotion.
It only took a few strokes into her wet mouth before Danielle tasted the familiar flavor of precum, now mixed with the lotion. She felt his grip tighten on her tits.
With a bellowing, “AH!” Richard’s body shook. Danielle’s mouth was immediately full as his first burst of cum erupted.
“Mmmm!” she looked up at him in panic.
Richard released his grip on her tits and grabbed the back of her neck. Danielle sat up slightly, gripping his dick with two hands and stroking it forcefully.
Above her, he grunted, shaking her entire upper body with his oprgasm. She felt him pulse in her grip and he issued his second sperm stream, this one outside her mouth. It burst in a pale rope onto her head and fell into a stripe across her forehead and nose. Another blast splattered her curvaceous tits.
Danielle decided she wanted more of Richard’s cum in her mouth, so she swallowed the mouthful she had and opened her mouth hoping he had more.
She open her mouth again, this time wider.
“Mmmmmhhhh,” Richard sighed, thrusting his long, slippery cock through her tits and grip, then into her gaping mouth. Danielle closed her full, red lips around it and sucked so hard her cheeks caved. She was only able to get a small amount.
‘Why am I so turned on by his cum?’ She wondered.
The two men watched on as Richard shook his cock at Danielle’s heaving breasts in an effort to expel the last of the cum that lingered deep inside his shaft.
She began smearing Richard’s load around on her tits like sunscreen; an act that was out of character for her. “You really coated me,” she commented.
At that point, she felt him shift off of her. He rose and stepped around the pool chair and she felt him lean in to her ear. He whispered, “Let’s have a nudist party real soon.”
Danielle was curious what he meant by “party.” He was leaving her lay in her chair spread open for all to see and wanting more. He’d only spoken those few words the whole time. She shook her tits absentmindedly, her eyes closed, feeling the sticky cum oozing over her skin
Richard wrapped a towel around his body and limped slowly back to his house using his cane.
Danielle basked in the moment until she thought the men must have left. She jumped in the pool to rinse herself off. She needed to go inside and take a nap.
Two days had passed since the show she and Richard put on for the two men on Richard’s balcony. It was Saturday, which meant that Danielle worked out on her elliptical machine before spending time outside. After an intense 40 minutes on a challenging setting, she took her shower and prepared her things to take out by the pool.
It was the movement by the pool that caught her attention, and started her mind racing. Richard was pulling a couple of her pool chairs together, naked and dangling his big dick all over the pool deck. What surprised her was the presence of the tall bald man and the heavy-set man from the other day. Both stark naked, the bald man had a thin body and a long, skinny penis, which seemed to match his body type. The heavier man had a stubby but thick penis. As she looked at the three of them re-arranging her patio furniture and talking, she could plainly see how unappealing these men were. There was nothing about them that she would be attracted to, if she were to see them on the street. Despite this, or more strangely, because of it, Danielle found herself becoming wet.
Danielle hid behind a flower arrangement on the kitchen counter, not sure what she should do. She knew she would be the center of attention, she also knew that she would most likely have to fend-off sexual advances made by the men the entire time she was out there. What she wasn’t sure of was whether she wanted to fend-off any advances. She had become a confirmed exhibitionist, and every incident following that fateful day when she decided not to wear her bathing suit while tanning in front of Richard had proven to her that she was, in fact, an exhibitionist. Even now, just watching them walk around her pool area, she was excited. She watched their dangling penises as they casually moved around.
She wanted to make them hard. She wanted to go out among them, completely nude and watch their eyes grow wide, drawing their attention to her like a magnet. Two strange, naked men. She didn’t even know their names. Deep down, she knew she would do whatever Richard wanted her to do, a fact that both excited her and scared her.
Danielle gathered up her sunscreen, towel, and water and walked out to the patio, naked as any other day.
The men stopped still and watched the long-legged, tanned, and well-endowed brunette saunter out from the house toward them. Her breasts were heavenly; huge and heavy-looking, like something from a men’s magazine. They were full and round toward the bottom, her nipples were hard and sat just above the center of each breast. They moved back and forth with every step. Her long, brown, shiny hair ended just below her shoulders, her sunglasses hid the enthusiasm and excitement in her eyes.
“Gentlemen. I see I have some company today. I’m sorry I don’t have enough vodka to make a pitcher of kamikazes.”
She calmly strode into their presence, her eyes darting between the men’s pendulous cocks. As she looked around, Danielle noticed four pool chairs arranged in a strange pattern. One was in the usual place of her normal chair, the other three were pointing toward the one chair, and not in-line with the position of the sun.
Richard was first to speak, “That’s okay, Danielle, we brought margaritas.” He motioned to the rather large thermos that contained the drink mix with a small cooler of ice. “On the rocks, of course!”
“How nice! Thank you, Richard.”
Danielle noticed that the men were all staring at her breasts as they closed around her in a circle. The feeling she had was like nothing else. It was a combination of total freedom and unbridled sexuality. She felt invigorated; high.
Richard introduced her to his friends. Putting his arm on the tall, bald man’s shoulder, “This is Frank. He and I worked on a number of projects together over the years.”
“Nice to meet you Danielle, I hope we aren’t imposing upon you too much.” Frank smiled and shook Danielle’s hand.
“Well, this is what I do pretty much most days, so you aren’t putting me out at all.” Danielle smiled widely for the gentleman. She glanced at his cock and moved on.
Richard introduced the more rotund man.
“This is Andrew. He used to work with me about ten years ago. I’ve known him most of my life.”
Andrew shook Danielle’s hand. “A pleasure, Danielle, thank you for having us over.”
“It’s my pleasure, nice meeting you Andrew.” Danielle smiled one last time, noted his dick, and turned to begin arranging her towel onto her chair. The three men poured the drinks, giving Danielle hers first.
“Cheers!” They all came together and clinked glasses.
Danielle took a pull, swallowed, and coughed slightly.
“That’s, uh, that’s tequila, alright.” she remarked, trying to play it off.
She realized the batch was a little strong and made a mental note not to drink too much. She wanted to stay in control. As the three sat in their chairs, Frank began the conversation.
“I enjoyed watching you and Richard the other day. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Frank sat down in front of Danielle who had her chair up to its highest setting.
Not knowing what to say to such a comment, Danielle, smiled and said sarcastically, “Richard is quite the charmer.” She looked over at Richard who was taking a sip of his drink.
Andrew walked over to Danielle’s chair and picked up her sunscreen.
“May I have the honor?” He pointed the bottle in her direction.
Danielle wasn’t planning on the men being so forward, but thinking back to how they saw her that past Wednesday with Richard, she couldn’t blame them.
She drank about half of her margarita and replied, “Thank you, Andrew, but I can get it for now.”
The men eased back in their chairs waiting for Danielle to rub the lotion onto her luscious body. Danielle began with her legs.
“Danielle, I love your pool, and your patio. It’s perfect.” Frank was looking around the backyard area.
“Thank you, Frank. I use it every day. I love being out here.”
She was smoothing the sunscreen onto her legs in a long, slow motion. All the men had their eyes on her.
“How long have you been a nudist?” Andrew asked, sitting to her left.
“Not long, about a month. Ever since we moved in here. Before this, we lived in a condo and I rarely got outside. I never liked going to the beach much.”
Danielle was up to the top of her legs and spread her legs wider to get at the insides. She inadvertently touched her pussy and had an involuntary shiver which caused her to shake momentarily.
“Ooooh!” she cooed as the men watched, making them chuckle awkwardly.
The men sat quietly and motionless as she continued to cover her body in the white lotion. She finished her stomach and began casually rubbing the lotion onto her massive tits.
Danielle was pretending to look at the job she was doing rubbing the creamy substance into the skin of her breasts. She used both hands on each breast, as she normally did. As she rubbed, she looked at the men. They all had their penises in their hands. She was a little shocked that they would be so forward, but she had been expecting something like this sooner or later.
Richard was still the largest of the three, but Frank and Andrew also had big dicks that they were massaging to erection. They all watched her every move.
She was beginning to think this was a bad idea. She had never been naked with more than one man at a time, now here she was with three, and all three had bigger dicks than her husband. She never even fantasized about anything so sordid as a threesome, yet she was certain that all she had to do was say the word and they would be all-in. Still, a part of her was aching to make contact with all of their beautiful cocks. She wasn’t staring at them, but she wanted to.
Danielle finished her margarita and set down her glass. She continued rubbing her breasts, now she was twisting her nipples. Her desire to perform surprised herself.
‘What am I doing? Oh my God! I never do this when I’m alone.’
She adjusted her chair so that she was laying lower and not sitting up quite as much. She mustered the courage to look at the men from right to left. Richard, Frank, then Andrew. They were all slowly stroking their cocks openly, not even trying to be discreet.
More than anything, Danielle wanted to touch her aching pussy, but she dared not. She knew anything she did could cause the three men to become more sexually aggressive, and she wasn’t ready for that just yet.
Danielle decided to calm the men down a bit and reclined in a lower position more akin to how she would normally lay when she was alone. She closed her eyes and tried to take her mind off the overly sexual situation she found herself in.
She could hear the men talking amongst themselves, but focused on the sound of the waterfall from the pool instead. She felt it was important that she did not give the impression she was going to have some sort of sexual encounter with them, despite the fact that she wanted just that.
Danielle lay motionless, sunning herself for about twenty minutes, sending the clear message that this was not going to be a free-for-all. Although she had been thinking about every sort of sexual combination that could be had with three men and her pussy now ached. She finally felt she needed to get up and get another drink, only this time she would need some water. If she continued to drink margaritas, who knows what would happen.
Sitting up, she looked at the men, who were laying on their chairs getting some sun. Taking note of their penises, she could tell they were less aroused than they were when they first lay down.
“I’m going to get some water. Would anyone like some?” Danielle pushed herself up off her chair.
“Sounds good.” Andrew leapt up, obviously intent on following her inside. The other two men agreed and the four walked in a line into Danielle’s kitchen.
“Danielle, how do you keep from turning too dark?” Frank asked as he stood to her left at the kitchen island.
Danielle smiled. “I never go out without sunscreen all over my body. It keeps me from getting wrinkles as well.”
Danielle took out four tall glasses and was filling them with water. Frank was on her left, Richard was behind and Andrew was to her right. They were standing so close to her that she could feel the unmistakable touch of penises against her skin as she was preparing the water. They were moving around her grazing the outside of her thighs. Danielle could feel her crotch becoming saturated. The men were sexually taunting her, but holding back from outright fondling her.
Danielle’s hands and legs came into contact with all three men as she distributed the water. As Danielle returned to her chair, she heard splashes from the pool as Frank and Andrew dove in. They swam around for a bit and were now having a conversation out of earshot by the waterfall. Danielle had moved her chair to face the pool to encourage the men to continue to swim. She sat on the edge of her lounge chair putting more sunscreen on her face.
After several minutes, Richard limped over to Danielle and sat on her chair directly behind her. She was startled.
“Hi, oh, you’re going to sit here?” she playfully asked.
Without a word, Richard reached around her and closed his hands over her giant tits. She gave him access to her breasts with a playful laugh as the other men watched on.
Danielle sat there, jostling slightly as Richard groped her roughly. Her resolve to keep things to “nudist” quickly broke down as his touch seemed to have a hypnotic affect upon her.
She could see Andrew and Frank slowly making their way to the end of the pool closer to where Danielle and Richard were. Richard was smashing, squeezing, and rubbing her tits aggressively. After a few minutes of this, Danielle was squirming and moaning. That was all it took before she felt ready to explode. She could feel her pussy responding to all the stimulation and was once again, leaking onto the chair. Her eyes were drawn to Andrew and Frank who were now slowly walking up the stairs and out of the pool approaching Danielle and Richard. She knew that once they came near, she would no longer be able to say no to anything they would do to her. She was coming very close to losing all control of the situation.
Danielle felt Richard shift behind her. His knobby cock head poked against her back. She felt it throb behind her as he mauled her enormous tits. Andrew approached her stroking his stout dick and saying something that she couldn’t make out. Her head was swimming with desire. She was short of breath and her heart rate was high. Without warning, Andrew bent his head down to her level and gave her a wet, open-mouthed kiss.
Danielle sucked in a breath through her nose, surprised by the bold move. But she found she was unable to help herself. She shot her tongue deep into the fat, ugly man’s mouth and the two began kissing each other passionately. Danielle’s moans conveyed the message clear enough to the three men: She wanted this.
Danielle’s hands reached up to cup Andrews face, pulling his mouth more firmly against hers. Dizzy with lust, she felt absolutely nasty kissing the repulsive man, and she wanted more.
Danielle felt her hand being drawn away from Andrew’s face. A persistent grip held her wrist and she found a warm, long cock in her hand. Frank was standing to her right and had placed her hand on his cock. She moaned loudly into Andrew’s kiss, and clutched Frank’s cock enthusiastically; holding it in place for now, as she was concentrating on her kiss. Richard let go of her tits and joined the other three at the front of her body. Andrew broke off the kiss and stood upright, keeping eye contact with the trembling brunette. He gripped his cock by its fat base and put it against her lips, where his mouth had been.
“Suck this, Danielle,” he commanded.
She paused for a brief moment, but Danielle could not wait to experience these men. She opened her mouth and inhaled his short, thick cock into her lips. Without further ado, she began lewdly bobbing her head on his fat knob.
It became clear that Danielle was going to give herself to the three men.
Andrew was taken slightly off guard. He figured he’d be able to have his way with Danielle, as he’d seen Richard do, but he was not prepared for the level of stimulation that this gorgeous woman provided. He watched her eagerly suck his dick, knowing he wouldn’t last long.
“Ahhhh,” he sighed, dropping a hand to absently tweak Danielle’s nipple and large left breast.
She was far from anything he had ever experienced in his sixty years, which he flat shared with the group.
“In all my years, I’ve never seen a hot woman like this so hard up for dick. Get it, honey. Oh…shit…”
It was impossible for him to consider this encounter anything other than spectacular. Danielle easily accepted him into her throat and looked up at him, pulling and rubbing his balls against her chin encouragingly. She was even able to jut her tongue out to lick his shaft.
“Damn, she likes it,” he commented, his hand moving to the back of her head.
Danielle let him take over. She let him use her mouth to fuck as hard as he liked. Balls slapping her chin, drool dripping from her lips. To Andrew’s surprise, he felt a jet of precum spray out. He was going to cum after just a few minutes in her mouth.
“Easy now, big guy!” Frank laughed.
Andrew could not hold up to Danielle’s cocksucking.
“Uh, uh uh UH!” he grunted, holding Danielle’s head. His cock leapt between her pursed lips and he pumped her mouth full of cum.
“Ahhh,” he sighed, holding her head against the base of his dick to ensure he pumped his whole load into her mouth and throat.
“Nnnnh,” Danielle responded, tentatively holding his balls.
“Aahhh,” Andrew commented, his pulsing dick slowing. He relaxed his grip.
“Mmmm,” Danielle cooed and Andrew stepped back.
Danielle couldn’t believe Andrew had cum so quickly. Her hand moved to hold his cock and she found both her hands had a dick in them. She realized she had never let go of Frank’s cock during Andrew’s blow job. As she began thinking about sucking Franks longer cock, she hardly noticed she swallowed all of Andrew’s load, which she did mostly out of convenience.
Andrew moaned and peeled off to the side plopping down on the nearest chair, now relegated to a spectator. Danielle used her now empty hand to wipe her mouth.
“Wow, that was quick,” she chided.
Frank and Richard laughed as Andrew panted on the chair. Danielle stroked Frank’s cock and looked up at him longingly. Richard swung his big dick toward her empty hand. Danielle grabbed it near mid-shaft and immediately began stroking vigorously. She hungered for these cocks and was going to indulge herself now that all of her inhibitions had melted away.
Danielle covered Frank’s cock with her mouth and worked on the first half by swirling her tongue and sucking the head with force. She led Richard by the cock to stand next to Frank and began moving her mouth from one cock head to the other. Her tits gently brushed the men’s thighs as she moved eagerly back and forth. It wasn’t long before each man had one of her humongous hanging breasts in his hands, lightly pinching her nipples.Andrew could not believe he was out of the mix so soon. He watched as the brunette sat in her chair, facing the two men, her head alternating between sucking one big dick, then the other.
The pool area echoed with the enthusiastic wet sounds of her blowjob as it got sloppier and sloppier. She was bobbing on Frank’s long cock when she pulled back, stroking it wetly.
“Yours is really long, Frank, and they are both so hard,” she marveled, then plugged Richard’s head into her mouth.
He moaned, toying with her large tits.
Andrew wasn’t one for being on the sideline with access to a woman like this. In an effort to reinvigorate his cock, he moved over to Danielle’s chair and reached across her legs to her neglected pussy. Danielle spread her legs as she sat upright, bemoaning the fact that her position did not allow a more unfettered access to her crotch.
Andrew’s cock began to stir again as he felt how wet Danielle was.
“She’s soaking wet.” He reported in an almost whispered voice. This caused Richard and Frank to more aggressively squeeze her already hard nipples, which, in combination with Andrew’s hands now grinding into her clit, caused Danielle to squirm and bounce.
“Jesus, she’s cumming on my fingers!”
“Hmmm…Hmmm…Ummmmm!” Daniele managed to grunt and groan through her nearly incapacitating orgasm without removing her mouth from Frank’s cock.
Andrew was so turned on, he found his cock was hard again. He pulled his hand out of the trembling brunette’s pussy. She shook and brought her own hand to rub her clit as her climax faded.
Danielle found the other men had moved and Andrew was holding her by the hand, helping her to stand. She rose, slightly disoriented by her orgasm, and allowed him to reposition her on her hands and knees on the lounge chair.
Her body erupted in goosebumps. The men closed around her, Andrew behind and the others by her sides.
‘Am I finally going to get fucked?’ she wondered. ‘Am I ready to actually let them fuck me?’
In that moment, she felt the tip of Andrew’s cock rubbing up and down her saturated pussy lips. This stranger was at the threshold of her wet, hungry, married pussy.
“Wait, wait… hold on,” Danielle said. This had all happened so fast. Andrew held her waist and she felt him part her lips with his wide head. “I don’t knoo-ooooooooooohhhhh…” she sighed, arching her back as Andrew’s cock penetrated her gaping pussy. She wanted a cock in her so badly she pushed her body back onto the thickness that just entered it. Andrew grabbed her hips and began thrusting hard into her as Frank and Richard approached her face again and took turns fucking her mouth with their cocks.
“UUUUNNNNHHH!” Danielle grunted as she slobbered all over the huge members. Andrew’s pounding was making it difficult to align her mouth with the cock in front of her. She decided to just let them do the work. One man fucked her face for about five strokes before allowing the other to insert his. At one point, she had both of their cock heads in her mouth in an obscene display of her willingness to be used by the men.
Andrew continued to fuck her pussy. She was now officially out of control.
The feeling of his thick cock inside her sent Danielle into climactic orbit as she came again. She closed her eyes and put her head down, so as not to be distracted as she moaned and shivered her way to another incredible orgasm.
“Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! FUCK!” she shook and jostled with Andrew’s driving strokes into her pussy. Her tits dangled and wobbled below her.
Andrew felt Danielle’s cum surge down his cock as he pumped his cock into her through her orgasm. Finally, when he felt the abundant cum dripping down his balls onto the towel laid out on the chair, he stopped pumping.
“God damn!” he swore, withdrawing his short, fat dick.
“Wait, what…” Danielle lifted her head, wiggling her ass and aching for more. She tried to push her hips back into Andrew, but they did not connect.
Instead, she felt a warm, creamy substance spread over her entire underside.
“Hold on, just hold still,” Andrew said, spreading one ass cheek from the other with one hand.
“Oh,” Danielle said, almost thoughtfully in response.
Richard lifted her head by the hair and placed his cock into her mouth. Danielle accepted him as she felt the smooth liquid being spread over her ass, legs, the backs of her thighs, and her pussy.
Her eyes opened wide when she felt a finger smear the lotion into her tight sphincter. With her mouth full of Richard’s cock, she could not pull away to protest. She tried to reach behind her, to push him away, but Andrew had already coated his cock and her asshole with sunscreen and was stuffing his fat head into her lubed up ass.
Danielle thought, ‘oh fuck!’ and tried to say that, but it came out as, “Nnnng… Hnnng,” around Richard’s dick.
Andrew took this as “Uh Huh” and leaned forward, driving his thick cock halfway into her ass.
Danielle quickly reached a hand down and back to stimulate her clit, moaning, as Andrew slowly entered her. This was not something Danielle had planned on, but she soon discovered that the sensation was overwhelming and that she liked the feel of a dick inside her ass. Andrew pushed his cock into Danielle’s ass and let it stay there, allowing her to better adjust to him.
With short strokes, he began fucking her in earnest while Frank and Richard continued to take turns using her mouth. After several minutes, Frank broke away from the foursome and spread out a few towels on the ground. Andrew reluctantly removed his rock-hard cock from her ass.
With shaky legs and a pussy that at that moment felt insatiable, Danielle wondered what was next. Richard lay on his back with his enormous erection sticking straight up in the air menacingly. It looked like a long, thick tree stump. Andrew waited patiently at Richard’s feet, dick in hand.
“Alright, Danielle, I want you to sit on my cock,” Richard said, looking up at her.
Frank took her by the hand and helped her stand. She moved over Richard, straddling him as she crouched.
“That’s it, pretty lady. Slide down on that cock,” Frank encouraged.
Richard watched the shapely brunette lower herself onto him. She crouched, lowering her hips until her wet pussy kissed Richard’s cock head. Richard clamped his hands onto the brunette’s dangling tits and nodded to her. As Frank pushed her shoulders down, Danielle slid down, slowly mounting Richard’s hard, monstrous cock.
“Oh God, this will stretch me out!” Danielle half-heartedly protested. The truth was, she couldn’t wait for Richard’s cock to stretch her to her limits. She wanted him bad.
Danielle gyrated her hips and roughly stroked her own clit as she allowed her soaked pussy to adjust to Richard’s magnitude. She watched as her pussy accepted inch after inch of his shaft until she saw her lips wrapped around his base. She’d taken it all.
With Richard’s hands clenched on her huge tits and his enormous cock embedded fully, Danielle found herself climaxing again.
“Oh my Goddddd! So fucking thick!” Danielle yelled. It turns out that after anal sex, entering her pussy made her cum immediately.
Richard’s cock was flooded as he continued squeezing her massive tits. Danielle trembled above him. When her climax subsided, she could no longer hold herself up by her legs. She collapsed onto Richard, resting on her knees on the towel with him still deep inside her pussy. She let her long hair and tits smother him below.
She began gyrating her hips, settling into it. It took her several moments to relax enough to get used to his thick cock in her wet pussy.
Her pussy had barely recovered from her last orgasm when she felt Andrew get down behind her. He separated her tan, supple butt cheeks, exposing her gaping asshole and eased his fat cock back into her ass. It was much easier this time.
Danielle could only pant as she was now being penetrated by two dicks. Her eyes grew wide as Andrew slammed balls-deep into her ass.
“Fuuucckk Meeee!!” Danielle was in a place she had never been before, nor even in her most outrageous fantasies would she have thought she would be; double-penetrated and loving it. In this position alone she came over four times one after the other. Now fucking and sucking the men for their pleasure, she was able focus on what exactly was happening to her on her patio.
The action was mostly controlled by Andrew, now thrusting into her well-fucked ass. Richard was able to keep most of his cock stuck deep into the brunette on top of him, enjoying her wet pussy. He felt as though he could cum at any moment if he tried.
Frank stepped over Richard and took ahold of her head. He started guiding her mouth down his long shaft to meet his thrusts. She was being fucked by three men now. Danielle tried to relax and let Frank fuck her mouth, while accommodating the other cocks in her, but having Richard deep inside her pussy was making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.
Frank got rougher. Danielle felt the back of throat become sore as he was trying to deep throat her. Her spit was foaming around her mouth and dripping down his balls as Frank reamed her mouth.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he announced proudly, “Here it is!” Frank held Danielle still and backed his cock away until his head was securely in her mouth.
She gazed up at him and he shook his cock as it rested on her tongue within her mouth. Semen burst into her mouth and against the back of her throat as his cock pumped surge after surge into her.
“Aww yesss, that’s it,” he held her hair, gathered in his hand, his dick leaping in her mouth.
Danielle took all of what Frank was spewing into her and swallowed. By now, she was well-versed in swallowing. She loved the taste of cum and what it represented as it was deposited in her mouth. It was confirmation that what she was doing was nasty…slutty.
‘What was happening to me?’ She thought. She never liked swallowing cum and now she’d swallowed several loads, Richard’s, Andrew’s, and now Frank’s; men she’d just met. Danielle had discovered she was getting turned on by the ugly men and their raunchy behavior.
“Cumming in your ass!” Andrew announced excitedly. He buried his cock fully in her rectum and started coating it with cum.
She had a thought as Andrew was cumming in her ass, where she realized she would never allow a man she had dated in the past, including her husband, to have his way with her body like she was letting these disgusting men have.
“Whooweee!” Andrew said, punctuating his ejaculation with a slap on Danielle’s ass. He thrust into her to make sure he’d put his entire load inside, then slowly withdrew.
“Oh God, fuck, you guys are filling me with cum!” she remarked, out of breath and still turned on.
Danielle felt Richard push his cock up into her womb as she rode him with the flavor of Frank’s cum still on her tongue. Richard’s cock felt better than she could have ever imagined. He expanded her and filled her to capacity like she never had been before. Her giant, swinging tits smacking him in the face as he tried to suck on her extended nipples. Andrew had jumped in the pool, presumably to rinse off and was drying himself with a towel, stroking his cock again in what looked like an effort to revive it for a third time. Danielle wondered if smaller guys could have more orgasms, but this thought was cut short by Richard as he grabbed her ass and popped her nipple out of his mouth, burying his cock to the hilt in Danielle’s accepting cunt.
She felt him freeze up below her.
“Shiiit!” he hollered.
Danielle could feel her pussy fill with hot cum. “That’s it. Oooooh yeah,” she cooed, cum inside me, Richard!”
She jiggled her own tits happily as Richard pumped her pussy full of cum. He held himself deep inside and latched his mouth onto her breast again. Cum squirted out from around Richard’s massive cock and oozed out onto the towel.
She cradled his head. “Oh God almighty, that was hot. Oh my God!” Danielle was still high from the fucking she just received.
At that point, all four lovers were totally spent and in need of some relaxation. They jumped into the pool one by one and cooled off from their encounter.
Danielle was a changing woman. She felt very close to these men that Gary would undoubtedly think were total losers. Deep down, she realized that she wanted these “parties” to continue. She became aware that she had opened herself up to a new world, a new way of looking at sex that she never knew existed. She was an exhibitionist, yes, but she was also a slut, and the thought of this realization drove her crazy with lust.
She knew she was done for the day, and most likely wouldn’t be able to have sex for another week. The anal sex, her not being used to the size of Frank down her throat, and Richard stretching her pussy out made any more sex nearly impossible for a while. She said her good-byes and the men left. Danielle felt used and completely satisfied.
Her thoughts drifted briefly to her husband Gary and wondered if he was as satisfied with “London Anne” as she was with her new friends. She doubted it.
In an act that reflected her new attitude, she left the gate unlocked, wondering when her next nudist party would be.