Sunday morning soon dawned, and a little too soon for my liking, as I felt that I hadn't been sleeping much more than ten minutes or so, and on finding the bed empty I went and had a quick shower and then went downstairs.
"Good morning Darling; sleep well?" Martin asked.
"Yes, but it felt like such a short sleep - a shower's bucked me up though. Here, move over, I want to sit on your lap." I replied after pouring myself a coffee from the percolator.
His lap felt warm and inviting and I snuggled in to him as best I could while still allowing me to drink my coffee.
"Any plans for today Darling, or are we just going to hang around the house and do a little garden tidying, it's looking a little scruffy, don't you think?"
"Gina, my only plans for today are to indulge you and to make you happy to be my wife." he replied.
Playfully, I slapped his naked leg and giggled at him, then I kissed his cheek.
He put his hand on my hip and started making little circles on it with his finger.
"Hey - quit that you copy-cat - you know what Dad doing that to me yesterday resulted in so don't start what you can't finish mister!"
"Oh I think the past few weeks have shown that I'm not starting anything I can't complete!"
I giggled in recognition of our wonderful sex life over the past fortnight or more and allowed him to carry on - but it did make me feel as though I'd wasted the shower because I was dribbling again. Funny, that hadn't happened to me when I was a child and Dad did it to me, although I'd always enjoyed him doing it. Mental note to self - stop thinking like that - it's not lady-like!
Martin asked then, "What would Ma'am like for breakfast today then?"
I sighed and sleepily replied "You, Martin, if you don't stop that. Muffin if you do - and there's no pun intended their either you dirty little pervert!"
He groaned and complained that he'd have to have Muffin as well then - but not the sort of Muffin he would prefer - poor boy.
He got up and started making breakfast while I admired his lovely tight butt, strong muscular legs and smooth strong back. He wasn't helping my sexual tension at all, and catching odd glimpses of his dangling penis just made me hotter and hotter till I was 'puddling' on the chair. Quite out of character, I reached down between my legs and gathered up some of my juices on my fingers and, one by one, licked them all clean. I'd never tasted myself like that before and found it quite enjoyable and not nearly as nasty I thought it would be. On reflection I don't know why I expected it to be nasty. Martin enjoyed tasting my juices and I'd loved swallowing his yesterday, so why should I have thought that way?
"Martin, you never told me how nice my pussy tastes you mean man - I've been missing out on enjoying that for years!"
"I didn't think I needed to tell you - I mean, I taste it at every opportunity I can get so clearly it can't be that bad can it - I presumed you'd have tasted yourself before now though, assuming from your question that you just have for the first time?"
"Yes, it is my first time - have you tasted yourself before then?" I asked
"Yes of course, I kind of thought that was the sort of thing all teenagers did when they started to realise that their bodies were for something a little more than just the practical!"
"Well I think your taste is gorgeous, even if it can get a little stuck in my throat now and then. For now though, breakfast would taste good - I'll experiment with my own juices more later on so that I know what you like about them so much." I cheekily replied.
He put our Muffins on the table and I picked one up and took a bite. The muffin and butter mixed with my own juices in my mouth and tasted wonderful. The best muffin I'd ever eaten. We joked around while we ate and just enjoyed being together, relaxing in our own home and simply revelling in each other.
After yesterday afternoon, it was a lovely way to start the day!
Sitting in the kitchen and looking out the window, I could see a neighbour in the houses to the back of us in the garden and looking in our direction. It wasn't particularly clear that he was or wasn't looking into the kitchen, but he seemed to be glancing this way often enough for me to suspect that he was.
"Martin, do you think that chap is looking at us?" I asked pointing out the window.
"Hmm, he may be. I hope he's not going to be a problem now, I'm getting used to being naked at home and in the garden, just like you."
"If he's still there when I've finished breakfast, I'll go and introduce myself to him."
"Will you do it naked?" Martin asked sounding a little worried.
"Oh Martin! Of course I shall - you didn't really think I'd get dressed just to go and speak with someone now do you?"
"I suppose not Darling, I just still worry about you you know. I'm allowed to do that aren't I?"
I giggled and replied, "Of course you are Sweetheart - but I think you shouldn't - let's not worry about it so that we can enjoy being naked while we can."
About 20 minutes later, he was still there working under the now obvious subterfuge of cleaning up his garden.
Feeling the now familiar tingling in my groin and dampness on my pussy lips at the thought of being naked in front of a stranger again, I took his lead and, as it hadn't rained for a few days now, I decided to go to the shed and put out the lawn sprinkler, leaving Martin cleaning up the kitchen and looking out over me.
I went out back, ignoring the man for present, and went into the shed to get the hose and sprinkler.
Leaving the hose line by the tap I took the sprinkler, connected it to the free end of the hose and then pulled it out into the centre of the garden, turning my back on my neighbour to show off my pussy to him as I leaned down, feet about shoulder width apart and straight legged, to press the sprinkler spikes into the lawn. When satisfied, I looked out of the corner of my eye to see the man had moved closer and was now definitely looking at me.
I felt really naughty now, not just naked, but naked and showing off to a stranger, wanting him to see every little inch of my naked body.
My skin tingled and the hairs on my arms stood up on end. I looked to the kitchen window to see Martin looking over me and blew him a kiss while gently rubbing the front of my stomach and the tip of my now exposed clitoris. I raised my finger to my lips and sucked off my juices; Martin licked his lips then blew me a kiss back!
For the first time, I suddenly realised that my not wearing clothes fell into two disparate categories. For the most part, what I'd been doing had been just me but in the nude - me, sans clothing, and doing what one normally does.
This was different - this was me being naked - purposely showing off my unadorned body and obtaining planned, desired sexual gratification from it.
I decided right then that I liked being 'naked' more than I liked being 'nude'. And, obviously, I loved being 'nude' as evidenced from the past two weeks activities!
Aware of every fibre of my body and what the man in the adjoining garden could see, I stood up, turned towards him and waved, "Good morning, lovely day for catching up on the gardening isn't it?" I called.
My mouth was dry now, something I thought I'd gotten rid of, and my legs felt as if they'd buckle if I wasn't careful, while my pussy felt as though it was just gushing, and a fine sheen of sweat covered my skin.
I felt positively wicked!
He blushed bright red at being caught out and shyly replied, "Yes, and good morning to you too. Do you mind me asking, why are you and your neighbour naked where it's so obvious that your neighbours can see you these last couple of weeks, a bit odd isn't it?"
While desperately trying to maintain some decorum and answer his questions, I giggled and, being quite cruel really, I said, "No, I don't mind you asking, nor do we mind you looking, if we did we wouldn't be so openly naked would we. If you'd really wanted to know you should have come and asked.
We're naked because of, primarily at least, a BBC project I took part in that required nudity. I found I liked being naked far more than being dressed, so I, my husband and my neighbour, to name but a few of us, have decided to pursue the project in our own way outside of the 'official' project. To put a long story short, we have decided not to wear clothes any more unless it's absolutely necessary, and being in public has been deemed not to be necessary, so here I, sorry, we, are. I hope we haven't shocked anyone, it's just how we want to live and we don't mean any offence."
"Well, it's odd I must say, but I think people have been much more curious than offended. So I suppose we'll be seeing you all naked lot's more in the future?" he asked.
