Over the winter, the love between Melissa and I deepened, as did our loving friendship with Susan. Melissa and I came to understand that what we had together really was what the songs and novels call ‘love’. Our relationship turned from tentative fling into one of committed partners. I moved in with Melissa and we continued being nude whenever we were in private. Susan joined us often, sharing our bed most weekends.
Like anything, nudity becomes routine once you’re used to it, but even so, I caught myself admiring Melissa’s womanly hips and casually exposed sex or Susan’s lithe body and the sway of her admirable boobs. I was far from an Adonis, but Susan, always brash, often commented on my tight ass, chest or dick. Melissa was more reserved, but I knew she enjoyed seeing me on display too. Occasionally I would get an erection that just refused to fade, so either Susan or Melissa would volunteer to “take care of me.” Likewise, one of the girls would get wet for no reason and ask for help, which always turned into an extended period in bed or on the living room floor as the other watched.
We made up the rules as we went. Melissa has happy to let Susan and me be together any time we wanted, whether she was with us or not. On some weekends, Susan was voracious and fucked me to exhaustion. Melissa never seemed to get jealous. She loved watching us, and would either ask me to lick her or she would masturbate as she watched me with her best friend.
Susan still kept up her wild lifestyle. Sometimes she met a new guy and disappeared for several weeks. But she always gravitated back to us with bitter stories of the latest asshole and laments of “why couldn’t she just find a guy like me?”
Susan really wanted me to herself, but she could never hurt her best friend. She accepted that I loved Melissa body and soul. Over time, I grew to love Susan as well, but we all knew that ultimately my wonderful, lovely Melissa was always first in my heart.
Our three-way relationship wasn’t ideal for Susan, but she cared for us and loved us, as we cared for and loved her. Melissa and Susan were such close friends that there were never any fits of jealously or competition. Somehow, we slid easily into a three-way relationship of love, lust and partnership that amazed me every time I reflected on it.
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After a year, the three of us realized that our unusual three-way naturist relationship was stable. We were tired of being crammed in Melissa’s one bedroom apartment so we pooled our money to buy a property together. We found an old brick farmhouse at the edge of the city hidden in the trees with enough land that we could be naked without alarming any neighbors. Susan had her own room and we all had plenty of space to be together or alone, as we needed. Best of all, we had the privacy to play outside and bask in the sun when we wanted without ever having to cover up.
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The summer heat hit us as we emerged from the cool shade of the forest. I spread my arms and said, “Behold.”
Susan and Melissa looked around at the camping area and out at the little lake.