My name is Greg Hartsfield. I wanted to write about something that happened years ago that opened my eyes about people. My wife's name is Carrie.
It was hot. Sweat rolled off me and dripped into my eyes. I was helping my friend Hank build a cinder block wall around his back yard and the new in-ground pool he and Sara had installed. There was a nice hot tub too. Hank said it was big enough for at least eight people. I thought those eight people would have to be really good friends.
The wall was nearly seven feet high and we were nearly finished with the last side. Ten blocks high that enclosed more than the shorter fence that enclosed just the pool and patio area. A gate at the back of the fence let onto a good sized yard and a garden. Hank and Sara owned a pretty good sized chunk of land, though. The property line was still another twenty feet away in back and about ten feet from the wall on either side.
Not that it mattered at the time, since there were no neighbors within at least a half mile, but Hank wanted the wall so he and Sara could swim, garden, and hot tub naked. He said I could bring Carrie over to swim with them, too. I would dearly love to skinny dip with Sara, but I knew Carrie would be against it.
Sara called from the shade of the patio. She offered cold beer and we gladly accepted. Sara was wearing a little green bikini and it set off her dusky skin tone well. her bare skin was shiny with suntan lotion, not that she needed a tan. She said her grandparents had come from the Middle East. I wondered what she looked like naked. I bumped my mind off the subject. I was stiffening in my shorts. I closed my eyes and sipped the frosty liquid.
Back then, Carrie and I were the same age - 29. Hank was about ten years older and Sara was 34. I had worked for Hank for a while in the past. He's a construction foreman and hired me three summers while I finished college. Now, I'm a reporter for the local paper and Carrie is a teacher in town.
"So when are you gonna bring Carrie over to swim, Greg?" Sara's syrupy voice brought me out of my reverie and I opened my eyes and gave her a smile.
"Well, as soon as I can talk her into skinny dipping just with me, maybe she'll be more amenable to joining you guys. I don't know if Hank told you but I went to a couple of naturist places before I met Carrie." She nodded and frowned a little bit.
"Well, you can take a dip if you want to. In the meantime, maybe I can pick her brain a little. I'll invite her to lunch next week." Sara didn't work. Hank's salary and investments made that possible, as well making all of the things they'd done to their house possible. Carrie and I struggled financially, but we were okay.
I finished the beer but turned down a second one and the swim that day. I had to go home, shower and run down one of the town council for an interview. Hank said he could finish the last row of blocks himself. "Then we're gonna strip and dive in," he kidded me. I glanced at Sara. She was grinning.
"Is that you, Greg?" Carrie's voice came from the kitchen.
"What if I said no?" I joked.
"Well whoever it was would just have to have his way with me, I guess." She came in grinning, her naked body beautiful as always, and we kissed. "Phew!" she fanned the air. "You stink! Councilwoman Wilson won't like that."
"Yeah, well, I don't think I'll wear these dirty shorts downtown either." I headed down the hallway, tugging my shirt off and unbuttoning my shorts. She followed me.
Carrie sat on the toilet lid while I showered and we chatted. Since she hadn't seen Hank's pool yet I told her almost all about it. I left out the nudity for the time being. When I got out to dry, she grabbed my dick and pulled me to her. She gave the head of my dick a sloppy slurp and released it. She loves to watch it rise up, like a cobra, she says.
"You're going to make me late for the interview, babe," I told her.
"Oh no. We need the money. You be a good boy or there won't be any of that later," she warned me, pointing to my groin.
I did the interview and went home. There was a note telling me Carrie had run to the store. I stripped down again, and stayed naked. In the den/spare bedroom, I booted up the computer and typed up the article for Friday and sent it off.
A little while later, my editor approved my story and emailed it to the copy desk. I got a beer from the kitchen and went back to the den. I don't search for porn online, but I do have several favorite nudist and naturist sites saved. Some of those have some porn on them. I pulled one up and scrolled through the pictures. I thought about Sara and Hank and tried to imagine them naked and playing like the pictures, splashing around in the cool water. It's funny, but nearly all the women on even the tamest nude sites sit with their legs wide open. That hadn't been the case when I'd gone to the nude place.
Between the pics and my thoughts about Sara, I was erecting. I stopped at a shot of a woman with darker skin, about the same shade as Sara's. Her nipples were large and a dark, near purple color. Her shaved pussy lips matched them. I pictured Sara as the model. The woman in the picture had hair the same dark brown as Sara's. She was with a naked guy with sandy hair on his head, but they were both shaved bare otherwise.
I looked at the guy's dick too. It was soft but still good sized. It looked heavy. I scrolled on down. This page was for serious nudists. No sex, no really stiff erections. Still, as I said, a lot of the women sat or lay with legs spread wide, showing their pussy and asshole to the world.
There are other nude pages that don't censor public sex in their pictures and short videos. Even married men jerk off. I was stroking, but not seriously, since Carrie had made me that shaded promise earlier. This was just a warm up.
I heard the garage door opening. I was getting another beer when Carrie came in the side door. She whooped at my nudity, complete with half erection. We put the groceries away, Carrie making special effort to bump my dick as many times as she could as we passed.
"Why don't you strip and we can play, honey?"
"Oh I should shower first."
"NO! Don't you dare. You know I love you all sweaty and stinky," I told her, grinning as I pulled her into a hug. She wrinkled her nose at me. But then she smiled, kissed me and gave in on the shower.
"But I gotta pee really bad so let me go." We had a little tug of war for a second before she started to panic. Greg! Please! I'm gonna wet my panties!"
"I don't care, I'll clean that up too."
"You are so fucking nasty sometimes," she said, laughing and disappearing into the shadow of the hall.
I finished the second beer when her voice wailed from the bathroom. I went to see the problem. She was still sitting on the toilet. She looked at me with a pitiful expression and showed me the toilet paper in her hand. It had a smear of blood.
Some women don't care whether they are having their period when it comes to sex. Some do. Carrie was one of the latter, though she had let me talk her into it a few times. She even said the sex was better when she was bleeding.
I didn't give a shit. The last time she cringed when I went down on her while she bled. She cringed herself right into a screaming orgasm. Then she fucked me like there was no tomorrow, riding me until she came again.
"Honey..." I began.
"Augh!" she grunted. "Like I said..." But she stopped because I was unbuttoning her top. Her breasts were beautiful little mounds on her pale chest, the nipples a darker pink. She complained about not being bigger, but I always remind her I love tits like hers the most. She never had to wear a bra unless it was cold outside. Then it was in case her nips turned into pointers.
I knelt to remove her sandals, shorts and panties. I stayed there facing her, my hands on her knees. She frowned. "Greg! Are you gonna just sit there and perv on me peeing?"
"Yup. Besides, if you had to go so bad, you've had plenty of time."
"You know I don't go all at once. I have to let my bladder relax to let it go. That won't happen unless you leave."
"I have an idea," I said. "Here," I said and I ran my hands down between her thighs. I pushed her legs farther apart and gently peeled her labia open. The splashing, rushing liquid sound was loud as her bladder opened up. I kissed her as the hot urine ran over my hands and into the bowl. As the stream was slowing, I used both hands to fondle Carrie's hot crotch. She was all wet; as wet as she might have ended up had she actually wet her pants.
She reached for fresh tissue as I massaged her pussy and clit. "Yuk, Greg. How do you stand to do that?"
"Carrie, you have ended up enjoying everything I've done with you sexually. Why can't you relax? It's just you and me here, baby, and I'm not gonna tell. She groaned as I sucked her pee and a little blood from my hands.
She flopped her back against the toilet lid and sighed. Before she wiped, she got a mischievous grin and raised her feet up, legs spreading even farther apart, to rest her feet on my shoulders. I watched as her mound and anus came into full view. She was bloody in spots. I saw that my hands on her legs had left red smears too. "Go ahead, then," she said. "Is this what you wanted"
"Oh, honey! That's exactly what I want!" I sighed, leaning forward and inhaling all the feral female scents of my wife's body. Her mating scent was very obvious. She was well turned on. Carrie doesn't shave completely, but she trims her pubes so all the good stuff was available to me. I started licking her thighs and worked my way up to the goal.
