For Charitys Sake

For those who don't know me, I'm still a bit of an exhibitionist in my 60's. I've posed for an amateur painting class a couple of times and have done a presentation to a naturalist convention. My wife is not nearly as bold as I am, but thankfully not only puts up with me, but joins in with our friends. Nudity in these cases has led to an enjoyable monogamous sex life between us.

Our friends George and Linda have joined in our adventures though George is much like my wife in allowing Linda to be an instigator in the shedding of clothes. In fact, Linda is the one that suggested we emulate Lady Godiva for our first time being nude as friends.

This past year, George and Linda bought a trailer outside Pensacola and are officially snowbirds. As it is only about 10 hours to drive down to their winter abode, they invited us to spend a week with them after Thanksgiving. We accepted without a moments' pause.

We decided to travel south on the Saturday following our Thanksgiving feast. My wife loaded up a tote of her baking supplies as Linda had asked for help with a charity event that would happen while we were visiting. The charity was to aid those impacted by the hurricanes that had struck Florida.

We arrived just after five in the evening. George and I unloaded the car while my wife and Linda disappeared into the kitchen. Then we settled down on the patio in the unseasonable heat.

"What do you think," George asked with a wave of his arm toward the privacy fence.

I took a good look at the fence before responding, "Looks great, it does give you a lot of privacy."

"Neighbors can hear whatever, but they can't see us when we want to enjoy the evening breeze."

I nodded my head and felt the breeze cool my sweaty face. The ocean air touching my face was refreshing after a day of driving with the AC blowing in my face.

Linda walked in with a tray of glasses and a pitcher of lemonade with ice clinking in it, with every step she took. George and my jaws dropped as Linda was stark naked, her breasts laying against her body. She leaned forward to set the tray on the table and her breasts swung forward until she straightened up.

With a smile she suggested we get comfortable. While George and I stood and undressed, my wife entered the patio with her full breasts swaying with each step. Each of us then sat down. I felt the cool flow of the sea air gently touch my body, especially it seemed to swirl around my cock and balls. Each of us sighed with a degree of pleasure as we relaxed, sipping from the tall glass of lemonade we each held.

"This is heaven," I said to no one in particular.

George replied, "Linda has become quite the nudist since I finished the fence. Almost every evening she drags me out here to enjoy the evening breeze"

"Any knotholes in your fence," my wife asked with a giggle?

"No, George used plastic wood," interjected Linda. "No knotholes in that stuff."

"So, what is the plan for this charity event you've roped my wife into," I questioned.

George responded, "Linda volunteered to provide two cakes and two pies for the auction tomorrow night."

"Then I know what our wives will be doing tomorrow."

"Would you be willing to help with the auction as well," asked Linda?

"What do you need me to do," I countered?

With a sly smile, Linda explained, "All you need to do is to show the cakes and pies during the auction and deliver them to the winners table."'

George added, "And wear a costume while do so."

"I presume that the costume is...," my words faded off.

"It's decent if that is your question," Linda added. "The attendees of this event average 75 to 80 years of age and you'd be a hit as a in shape mid-60's man. Plus, you do have an exhibitionist streak."

"There is that," I admitted as I felt my cock swell a bit at the idea. "Yet, how does one show the baked goods and also deliver to the winners without slowing things down?"

"You have another exhibitionist work with you," explained my wife.

"Traitor," I muttered.

"Don't worry, I volunteered Linda to help you out during the evening," George said with a grin. "Remember that this is a big event for the senior community. We've been told that on an average it raises $30,000 for charity, this year with the hurricane relief effort the organizers are hoping for a record year."

"Then I'm in."

My wife reminded us of the lateness of the evening, "Tomorrow is going to be a big day, and I'm ready to call it an evening."

She stood and headed to the door, while I followed after picking up my clothes. We all said good night, and we headed to bed. Sliding into the cool sheets with my sweetheart she cuddled up.

I felt her hand caress my scrotum. She gently rolled my balls in her hand, as I groaned in pleasure. While her hand took my breath away, my hand reached for her soft breast. I teased her nipples until they were hard pebbles.

As I shifted to bring my mouth to her breasts, her hand clasped around my growing cock. My tongue stroked her warm breast and crossed her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her. Her hand encouraged my cock to become rigid with her fingers stimulating me.

The feeling of her hand fondling my cock was wondrous, and my hand dropped from her breast to her waiting womanhood. I gently rubbed her lower lips with my finger and only paused to squeeze a dollop of lube on my fingers. I let my slippery finger slide between her pussy lips and felt her tighten her grip on my cock as she moaned with my finger dipping deep within her.

"Take me now," she ordered as she rolled onto her back and tugged me to follow her.

I rested between her thighs, and she guided my cock to her moist love canal. The head of my cock opened her pussy, and my rigid shaft sank into her warmth. I love the feeling of my hard erection enclosed within her body, and she gasped that we are a perfect fit.

Slowly, I withdrew until the head of my cock was just inside the entry to her womanhood and then thrust back into her depths. In and out, I stroked until the first wave of orgasm swept through her body. As she came, her body shuddered, and she cried out "yes" several times.

I slowed for a moment, then resumed the piston action of our passion. Soon she was experiencing a second wave of pleasure that shook her body. That was enough to trigger me to the point of no return.

My body tensed and my balls tightened as I had reached the moment I couldn't stop. I filled her womb with my hot seed with a groan of sheer ecstasy. As the first spurt hit her cervix, my wife came again as her hips lifted to meet me.

I laid against her and felt myself going flaccid. We fell asleep in each other's arms, just enjoying the closeness and afterglow.

The next day went quickly for George and I, as we accomplished a few chores and simple repairs. The baking tasks we stayed away from, and when the girls finished, we brought each of them a glass of sweet tea.

The evening came and we headed to the event center. Arriving each of us carried in one of the baked goods our ladies had prepared. The lady who seemed to be in charge directed us to a table for the cakes and one for the pies. We then looked around at the third table that held envelopes and items for the auction.

The hall was filling quickly and it was apparent that the youngest of the crowd was in their 50's. The lady in charge came looking for Linda and I. She took us to the back room and gave us each a box.

"This is your costume, I think I've got ones that are big enough for each of you. Just take everything off and wear just the costume," she instructed. "When you are ready, come out and take turns with the items. Just have fun and thank you for volunteering."

I heard Linda mutter, "I was volun-told."

"Yes, but you would have said yes anyway," I said under my breath.

She laughed and then opened her box. Her eyes got big and she pulled out a blouse that had large head and arm openings. She mouthed, "Oh my" and blushed. She then took off her blouse revealing that she had nothing on beneath it. Then she slipped on the blouse from the box. Her breasts were momentarily revealed with nearly every movement either from the side or the front.

I opened my box and found a vest on top. I slipped off my shirt and put the vest on. I found that there were a couple of leather lace ties to keep the vest on. I then pulled out of the box what looked like a loincloth, it was just two short pieces of fabric held together by a waist band of lace. I stripped off my pants and tied the leather strip. It left the side of my hips and thighs bare.

Linda had put her loincloth on while I had been adjusting mine. It was shorter than mine and the gap between the front and back left a lot of her hips and thighs bare.

"It's a good thing that we're not shy," commented Linda.

The two of us went through the door and made our way to the front. The auctioneer smiled and told us that we'd sell one cake, then one pie, and then one item from the third table. Linda picked up a cake, and the auctioneer began the evening. Linda moved around the room showing off the cake and when the auctioneer cried out "sold", she took the cake to the winner.

While she was delivering the cake, I picked up a pie and started to show it around the room. The auction proceeded at a moderate pace with the auctioneer working to get the highest price he could. I found that just moving caused the loincloth to reveal glimpses of what was supposed to be covered. I expected that Linda was having much the same result from her loose blouse and small loincloth.

After about twenty minutes, between items, someone yelled that they'd give $100 for Linda's blouse. The auctioneer went with the flow and proceeded to auction off her blouse. Linda was a good sport and let the winner pull off her top as he had spent $1500 for the privilege.

The auctioneer then said in the interests of fairness he'd auction off my vest. $1200 later I found the lady who had won the bid and let her remove my vest. We then continued with exhibiting the items and delivering them to the winners.

After about 45 minutes, a female voice yelled out $500 for his loincloth. Once again, the auctioneer simply started to auction off my loincloth. The ladies bid it up to $5,500 before the cry of sold was heard. I made my way to the winners table. She fumbled with the bow that held the waist together and I could feel her cool fingers touching my hip. When she released the leather lace, the loincloth dropped and hit the floor. Her tongue touched her upper lip as her eyes were focused on my cock, which was semi-hard, that point before it starts to point upward.

I picked up the loincloth from the floor and handed it to the lady who was still blushing crimson. The auctioneer immediately started to auction off Linda's loincloth, while I walked back to the front with my cock swaying and bobbing the who way.

Linda's loincloth brought $5000 even and she made her way to the winners table. The gentleman there fumbled with her bow and finally his wife helped him as he was quite arthritic. Linda gave the old man a kiss on the cheek and came to the front.

The next 20 some minutes were spent showing off the auction items when stark naked and then delivering them to the winners. A few of the women would brush their hands against me as I passed and Linda had a similar experience, yet no one groped either of us. Yet, often I would feel a drop of pre-cum drip from my cock to my leg and Linda's excitement was evident by the moisture on her inner thighs.

When the last item was sold, Linda and I retired to the back room where we dressed. The announcement that 51,000 dollars had been raised as a new record gave us an addition good feeling.

As we prepared to leave the event hall, I asked, "What else to you have planned for the rest of the week?"