Walking down the path to the last grassy section at the local nude lake, a faint scent grew stronger. Nearing the section's blackberry bush framed entrance, the smell clearly came from a joint. One being shared by Charles and Betty, who were enjoying a fairly large one, still dressed. Betty's substantial bra was obvious underneath her thin cotton dress, causing a little stir along my cock.
They had been coming here for years, but the last time I had seen them involved a delightful introduction to Betty's turned on body, not merely her naked one. I had not expected them, while hoping that Alice would be there. That being the reason for bringing an air mattress and a cooler with gin, tonic water, limes, and two frosted tall glasses.
I saw Charles take the joint from Betty, who waved at me to join them, raising a hand to her lips. Understanding what she likely meant, I exhaled then sat down, moving my lips next to hers, breathing in the smoke from her lungs. When smoking a joint, this trick works well enough with three or more people, as sharing hits definitely increases how stoned you get. With just two people, this is something of a waste in comparison.
She moved back to take the joint from her husband. As she enjoyed another hit, I breathed out, realizing not only was their joint thick enough for three but also the weed was mixed with hashish. Something quite rare, though definitely a good way to get really stoned. About the only people I've known with the same taste was a married couple I had lived with decades ago, the husband getting especially turned on by hashish.
Since I occasionally could find a gram or two of hash, we shared. Including watching porn together, then hearing them have sex in their bedroom, turning the volume down while still looking at their hardcore porn, jacking off without worrying about being interrupted in front of the large TV. Often they used the vibrator, listening to how he made her beg to cum. However, we three never did anything together, though his wife and I did. The wife, like Kate who introduced me to this nude lake, found weed irresistible as a prelude to having sex.
Today, now Charles motioned for me to breathe in, and for the first time, I shared a hit with a man. When Betty was done, she handed me the joint, again exhaling before taking my first real hit. Carefully, as hash in a joint can be harsher to an extent.
When she leaned towards Charles, their lips pressed in the tempting way that getting stoned like this leads to. I returned the joint, already starting to feel my mind being affected, pleased to give the joint to the person whose lungs were waiting to be filled. As Charles exhaled, I leaned next to him to do another exchange, his lips brushing mine at the end.
Though not a kiss, it was physical contact involving a man I was getting stoned with. Whose wife was handing me the joint again. Breathing in, I watched her take off her panties while she sat, holding them as she leaned over to Charles again. They stayed intimately close after she finished exhaling, bringing the crotch of the panties to his face, rubbing it under his nose as he put a hand under her dress. His hand's upward caressing motion under the yellow dress was easy to follow, part of what was turning into public foreplay, at least in my unrestrained imagination.
Betty turned to me to take the joint, my mind realizing the sequence had become unbalanced. On the other hand, the opportunity for my nose to be near where she had placed her scent on her husband was a real turn on. This was starting to get quite kinky, my lips being the ones to lightly brush his at the end, the shared enjoyment of the scent of her pussy was delightful, imagining how sharing Betty with Charles - or other men - would be.
My thoughts were drifting in various erotically intriguing ways, definitely inspiring how good my cock felt against my jeans. As Charles did a hit, Betty stood up and took off the dress, positioning herself bottomless in front of my face, slyly asking what I thought of her perfume. She opened her thighs enough for my nose and mouth to be very close to her slit, her spread hands on my head. My hand slid over my covered growing length as her scent filled my mind, surprisingly close to creaming my jeans.
She stepped back and bent down a bit to hand me the joint, wearing a large white bra and nothing else. She sat down facing Charles, her back towards me, and after she filled his lungs with more smoke, said that I should lotion her back with suntan oil. Taking off her bra before starting, I knew that playing with her large breasts in front of her husband was something to look forward to.
In all honesty, it remained uncertain if they knew that I knew they were swingers. Considering Alice was the one that told me, being secondhand it might not be accurate. Of course what happened the last time we had met was definitely uninhibited and delightfully sexual. And compared to that other married couple I had gotten high with in the past, they were potentially interested in a threesome, Betty definitely having cock teased me.
Beginning to massage her shoulders with the lotion, she asked what was in the cooler. Telling her the makings of gin and tonics, she laughed, saying that she would love one right now, pulling the cooler close. This provided a bit of a break from thinking about feeling her up, telling her I only had two tall frosted glasses. Betty replied that Charles dd not drink often, especially not after getting this stoned. Then smiled. saying she loved drinking after smoking.
Carefully squeezing the lime into her glass, I used the knife to mix the drink, then gave it to her. Doing the same with mine, I saw that Charles had spread their blanket, gotten naked, then stretched out. Only realizing I was still completely dressed after taking a delicious icy sip. Betty took my glass while still drinking from hers, allowing me to spread out my own blanket, and get undressed in front of them.
