Editing and creative input by Literotica member, Smoothed.
This is a story that contains scenes involving group sex, a cheating wife, and anal sex. If this content is objectionable to you, please find a story more to your liking.
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Gary was seated, staring at his wife's ass a few feet away. He marveled at her long legs and shapely butt, mostly exposed in her tight bikini bottom. She was bent over, rummaging through the folded pool towels to find her favorite, soft, oversized one.
"You know what's truly surprising about you, Danielle? The fact that ever since we moved in, you have developed a love of nude sunbathing...a love you never had until just recently."
Gary had the couple's 5,000 square-foot home built on a cul-de-sac in a new, custom-home development on the west coast. They had been in their new home for about a month and his wife, Danielle, had been making excellent use of their patio and pool area during the day to tan and lay-out naked in the very private back yard.
Two years ago, Danielle's father had left her a very comfortable inheritance when he passed away unexpectedly that allowed her to retire at thirty-eight. With her inheritance and Gary's income, they had no problem building their dream home in the upscale development. The house was perfect in every way except that the pool area where Danielle sunbathed was in plain view of the neighbor's balcony.
Gary smiled at his wife's ass that she wiggled directly in front of him. She chirped slightly as she found her favorite towel and rose to stand.
"I'm too shy to be a real nudist, but I love being a domestic nudist, walking around the house naked feels so liberating! I also love the way the air and sun feel on my naked body." Danielle was smiling as she was preparing to lay out.
Gary shook his head smiling. "You're something else, Danny."
Danielle draped the folded towel over her arm and gathered her lotions. Gary watched as her pendulous, perfectly curved breasts dangled and swayed to and fro as she prepared to walk out to the back.
Gary and Danielle had met at a coffee shop fifteen years ago last fall. Gary was a regular customer working on his MBA coursework on a Saturday morning and Danielle was across the shop from him working on her laptop. She noticed that he resembled Christian Bale, tall, lean, and handsome. Gary used a laser pointer to get her attention on that day and the two hit it off from the first "hello."
"Did you notice the for-sale sign is gone from next door?" Gary asked.
"No, I didn't. Do you know anything about the new neighbors?" Danielle moved closer to her husband to hear all he had to say about it.
"I do; a little bit anyway. The realtor is the same guy that we met at the open house a while back. Tall, older man with a moustache, smelled like he had just drank a pint of whisky, remember? Anyway, he said the new neighbor is blind and that he has a sister that checks in on him during the week."
"Oh, wow. Well, that's better than having a big, loud family with kids." Danielle preferred the idea of having a quiet, older blind man living next door.
She continued, "I guess he can get around pretty good?"
"I don't know. He said something about using a wheel chair, or a cane, but he's not that old. I think he's in his fifties."
"Oh. Okay. I guess I'll have to be quiet when I'm outside then."
Danielle laid out by the pool for a couple of hours each day, mostly donning exactly nothing, completely nude. Part of that time was in the sun, the other part of the time she lay under the umbrella in her favorite chair, reading or listening to music.
Danielle kissed her husband good bye as he left for his business trip to England, then went out to the pool area. It was only nine o'clock, but she wanted to lay out naked as soon as possible. She looked up at the balcony that was the only part of the yard that wasn't completely private. She didn't look forward to having any neighbors occupy the new house but took some consolation that a blind man was moving in. 'A partially handicapped blind man wouldn't even use the second-floor balcony,' she thought. 'And if he does, he won't see what I'm doing anyway.'
She watched her reflection in the window from the patio as she removed her clothes and set them on the patio furniture. Her long brown hair and long, lithe, tanned body showed no signs of her forty years. At five feet nine inches, Danielle was all leg. No fat, or cellulite, no scars, and almost no wrinkles. The only thing that was not perfect was the out-of-proportion size of her breasts.
Staring at her reflection, Danielle cupped her large breasts. She lifted them in her palms. She regarded her silver-dollar-sized areolas, topped by her thick, stiffening nipples. They weren't a bad thing; actually, they were an amazing set of tits, but they looked out of place on a woman of her dimensions. She squished them together, then let go. They bounced and hung high on her chest, perky, in defiance of their size and her age.
She viewed her 36DD breasts mostly as annoying things she had to accommodate. They were always getting in the way and drawing unwanted attention, especially at the beach. Danielle found them impossible to hide, especially on her thinner frame. The attention they garnered had been hard for her to tolerate, especially in her adolescence. In that way, she had become annoyed by them, being shy and demure by nature.
In contrast, at home, she felt free and at ease. She loved roaming the house naked, laying in the sun naked, and spending her days naked, at least as much as possible. It made her whole body feel amazing, and in the privacy of her home, she felt much less self-conscious about her oversized bust.
Danielle was appreciating the coolness that lingered even in the morning sun as she noticed an orange and white blur through the slats in her wooden fence. The movement was from the driveway next door. She sauntered over to the slatted gate, lowering her sunglasses and peering over the top. It was a moving van.
Two brusque men popped out of the cab and immediately began unloading the packed van.
Danielle sighed and padded back to the lawn chair where she retrieved her tiny bikini. She frowned, noticing that she had selected this bathing suit almost as a formality, knowing she'd be removing it in the back yard anyway. Danielle stepped into, then pulled up the bottoms. As she was stretching her top over her breasts and fastening it, she was clearly frustrated. Her nudist routine was seriously altered. She found that she did not like having to sunbathe in a bathing suit, so she spent most of the time that day reading in the shade of her redwood arbor, mostly to avoid tan lines.
Thankfully, the movers were done by nightfall. By sundown, Danielle had moved inside. From her place in her dining room, she saw a middle-aged woman wave good-bye to the men and then disappeared inside. Danielle didn't want to introduce herself while Gary was out of town; she didn't like anyone to know when he wasn't around.
The next morning, as Danielle was having her coffee and yogurt, naked on the patio, she heard a voice in the front of the house. She went to the dining room window again and peeked out the blinds to see the same woman backing out the driveway and heading down the road.
Danielle went back outside and continued drinking her coffee, then put on her ear bud headphones and lay out on her regular lounge chair on the stone pad next to the pool.
Her backyard was a real retreat; covered, stone patio area near the house, a black-bottom pool, that had a water fall near the deep end with lush plants growing around the stone fountain. It was perfect and very private, except for that damned balcony. Unfortunately, the home builder who built their neighbor's house included a balcony that overlooked Danielle's entire backyard. Although it was facing the neighbor's backyard, one only had to look to the left to see whatever was going on in Danielle's patio and pool area.
As Danielle was laying on her lounge, nude, rubbing suntan lotion onto her legs, she noticed movement from the balcony. She grabbed the pool towel that was folded to her side and quickly covered up. It was a skinny, balding man wearing a large pair of darkened sunglasses with salt-and-pepper colored hair and a cane. He dragged a chair out and eased himself down on it.
'That must be the blind man, our new neighbor. He has a cane, just like Gary said.' Danielle put herself at ease. Having a blind man on the balcony was the next best thing to having no one on the balcony. She casually discarded the towel covering and continued to spread the SPF 30 over her long, toned legs.
She looked up at the blind man. He was sitting, angled slightly away from her, but his head was turned partially toward her. He seemed to be looking at a spot between his backyard and hers, but she couldn't quite tell since he was wearing sunglasses. She had seen these types of oversized, dark glasses on people with impaired vision before and it gave her some comfort that she was indeed safe to be naked in his presence.
Danielle felt so safe that she went on spreading the lotion, finishing her legs and moving on to her stomach. Once she had covered that area, she grabbed the bottle and aimed it at her chest. She always used extra lotion to coat her breasts, as the skin was smoother and she wanted to ensure it stayed that way. With a firm squeeze, she spread an abundance of the thick, pale lotion across her neck, chest, and her full, bare breasts.
She set the bottle down and began rubbing the lotion over her supple, curvy mountains. As usual, her nipples stiffened in response as she worked the slippery lotion into her skin. This always turned her on a bit.
But today, there was an extra level of excitement. Danielle finished applying the sunscreen and settled in, laying down fully nude only about thirty feet from a complete stranger. She closed her eyes, but felt an uneasy electricity tingle her skin and grow in intensity as it ran through her whole body.
At that moment, it felt like pulses of electricity were rushing through her, beginning and ending in her crotch. She realized when she finished applying the sunscreen that she was truly naked and there was a man in plain sight who could see every inch of her nakedness. Were he not blind, she would have never dreamed of doing anything like this.
