It was a rainy Sunday morning and we were lying around naked, sipping coffee and scrolling through our favorite sites. There was a sexy set of personals that I always scroll through to see what others are up to. The usual came up: swingers, bondage, random encounters like strangers on a train. Today as I scrolled, a new ad came up that seriously turned me on.
'Voyeur, exhibitionist couple looking to share a bottle of wine while watching them enjoy the afternoon naked'... a sort of a naked reality show, up close and personal.
I immediately told Gypsy about it, as she knows all too well this is exactly what I'm into.
Voyeurism is definitely more my kink than hers, so I'm forever grateful that she is more than willing to join me in my fantasies. She told me I should hurry up and contact them before someone else does.
I sent the email that morning and within an hour my computer chimed, causing my pulse to race. It was a response from Sarah, the woman who placed the ad.
She and her husband Mark were excited to get my email but needed to know a little more about me before inviting me into their world.
I explained I was married to an amazing woman who shared my passion for living life naked as much as possible. I am extremely health-conscious, with a hard-earned muscular build and a smattering of tattoos. Being equally exhibitionist and serious voyeur, the idea of spending an afternoon with them was incredibly exciting to me.
We agreed to meet at their home to discuss the proposal in person.
They lived on the outskirts of town where the houses are farther apart and nature provided ample privacy.
As I approached the door, Sarah opened it and greeted me with her glowing smile and firm nipples piercing her soft, thin t-shirt. Her soft, seductive voice complimented her beautiful body and sexy curves. I often detect a familiar calming energy when entering the home of someone who also enjoys spending their time naked. Mark was waiting for us in the kitchen with a bottle of Malbec, uncorked and breathing. I had to admit that Mark was a good looking man, with a strong build (much like my own), thick, black hair and olive skin that seemed to radiate his own healthy lifestyle. They told me they had met at a nudist yoga retreat in the 90's and have been together ever since.
After an hour of getting to know each other better, Sarah opened another bottle of wine, declaring it was time to get a little more comfortable. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and wiggled out of her yoga pants. Her tits balanced her curvaceous hips, in a perfect hourglass silhouette. Her dark nipples and thin layer of pussy hair caused my breath to quicken and pulse to race. It was obvious Sarah enjoyed stripping in front of me. I could smell the pheromones in the air, emanating from her. Mark soon joined her, standing next to her nude while downing the last of the wine in his glass.
As I've mentioned before, I appreciate both male and female bodies, but honestly, the sight of a nude woman in all her confident glory really does my head in. I wasn't completely sure what to expect from this afternoon, but Sarah parading around naked exceeded my expectations.
Mark put an old Muddy Waters album on the turntable while I opened yet another bottle of wine.
Sarah was definitely getting into the spirit of our meeting, as she had her foot up on the counter, stretching her leg out to give me a clearer view of her pussy.
"How long have you been exhibitionists?"
"Are you two into anything else?" I asked.
With a cheeky smile, she told me she enjoys other people watching her while she's naked but it's Mark who really gets turned on by other people checking out his beautiful wife.
"Especially when guys stare at these!" she said while proudly pressing her tits together, then letting them drop, causing them to bounce back and forth.
She admitted it made her wet when she'd catch another woman admiring Mark's impressively large dick. It was a solid 12 inches and would rebound between his legs as he walked.
At this point, Sarah admitted the reason they had placed the ad last night. They had decided, for the first time, they were ready to have someone watch them as they had sex.
At this point my throat was dry and my breathing had all but stopped. My dick was throbbing. This whole scenario was a dream, my fantasy come true. My only stipulation was that I would only watch. I could not touch, speak or physically participate with them. We laid down the rules for the rest of the afternoon's entertainment. First I would not touch either of them. Secondly I could change positions to enjoy the performance but they could also ask me to move around as well to enhance the intimacy for them. Third communication was a must, Sarah wanted to hear about what I was enjoying in the moment and I needed to be able to make a request so I could feel the rush of control. As neither of us have been in this situation before we figured we could let the energy of what was about to happen to carry us along.
