“Hey, naked boy. Aren’t you going to get dressed?”
“No…I thought I’d take advantage of the warm sun and lay out on the back deck for a while. Maybe I can get a head start on getting rid of this pale winter skin.”
“Suit yourself, but sit down and eat something first. Today, I’m working on my lesson plans for the rest of the year, so when you’re done sunning, find something to do.”
Alex teaches at one of the nearby high schools. I retired (early) a few years ago and still catch flak from my buddies about it. I know they’re just jealous because I get to do what I want when I want.
“I plan to work on my book today, so that’ll be perfect.”
I began writing a romance novel a few months ago, and I’m about at the part where things get dicey between the main characters.
“I’ll take a look at your latest chapters tonight if you wish,” Alex offers.
“Thanks, babe. I’ll take you up on that. I’m not sure I’m heading in the right direction, so having some input will be nice.”
I stuff the last bit of toast in my mouth and gulp down my orange juice before clearing my plate. Then, I grab some sunscreen and head out to the back deck. Settling into a lounge chair, I smear cream all over my skin, paying particular attention to my cock because I don’t want to get burned. I get semi-hard from massaging the sunscreen onto it, and it flops against my stomach as I lie back. Damn, that Cialis works good!
I’m drifting in and out of sleep when I hear the front door shut and then a voice talking with my wife. Shit! I’m on the back deck, trapped. There’s no way I can scurry to the bedroom to put something on without passing through the front room where Alex has a visitor. It’s not that I mind being naked in front of others because I don’t really care. I’m a nudist at heart and prefer being naked to wearing clothes. My concern is for Alex. I don’t want her to be embarrassed because one of her friends sees me naked. I relax as I tell myself that Alex wouldn’t let anyone back here while I’m laying out au naturel. Putting it out of my mind, I drift off again.
I’m startled and come to full attention when I hear the sliding glass door open.
“Wait! Erin! Don’t go out there. Steve is laying out, trying to get a start on his tan,” Alex cries out.
Erin? I didn’t know she was coming over today. Erin is one of Alex’s friends and colleagues. She lives nearby, and so they often spend time together either at her house or ours. She’s in her late twenties and damn good-looking. When I usually see her, she’s wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. I’ll admit to getting aroused by just looking at her, but I’ve never acted on those feelings. Aroused…shit! My cock swells, thinking about Erin, braless, in one of her tight t-shirts.
About fifteen years ago, Alex and I met a couple while on vacation. They introduced us to wife-swapping. Since then, we’ve met other couples and even gone to a few parties where there were orgies. After that, our marriage became open, and we often fucked others, but always with prior permission and full disclosure afterward. I didn’t know if Alex would mind that I made a move on Erin, but being her best friend and co-worker, I always felt that I should shy away from my attraction to her.
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