The Nude Weekend - Friday Night - Sex Stories

The Nude Weekend - Friday Night

... Sharon.” Sharon fixed her eyes immediately on Marcus who was standing at the end of the kitchen bench drinking a beer. When he winked the smile that she formed hurt her cheeks. The room was a massive open space with the kitchen and dining area on the right and on the left, a lounge that looked out over the pool. The marble tiled floor added a distinct touch of opulence and allowed the voices to seemingly multiply. Thinking that there were going to be about twenty people there, Sharon was surprised to find there was only seven. “So this is the gorgeous Sharon,” Mike said as he hopped off a stool and walked over to her. Sharon immediately checked out his cock as it came swinging towards her. Mike was in his late 30’s and had just a touch of grey hair forming around his ears. “Pleased to meet you,” he said before planting a kiss on each cheek. “I’m Nick,” waved a sandy-haired surfie type in his 40’s who was pouring her a glass of champagne. “Champagne?” “Thanks,” she said hoping that it would help calm her nerves. “Welcome to our humble home,” Peter said as he too came around to give her a hug and kiss. “Humble, my arse,” laughed John who held his hand out for her to shake, “Just look at this place.” John was a handsome man in his mid 30’s who had the rough hands and the tan lines of an outdoors worker. And look, Sharon did. Outside she could see someone splashing about in the pool and the manicured gardens barely hid the views from the houses surrounding them. “This place is ...

... beautiful,” she eyed the last person, an older woman in her early 50’s, sitting at the bench. “Hi there.” “I’m Karen,” she said as she took the glass from Nick and brought the glass to her. Sharon was immediately taken by her beauty. Although in her mid 50’s, Karen was a real stunner. Her hair was cut short and carefully styled, her breasts, although small, were still firm, her physique was toned and petite. This woman looked after herself. She kissed Sharon and handed her her drink. “I live out the back there,” she nodded to the house over the back fence. “Oh,” Sharon giggled, “I was wondering about that.” “And I’m at number 35,” Nick said. “What about the others?” Sharon had to ask. “They can’t see in,” Peter answered, “So we have total privacy.” “As long as my husband is away that is,” Karen chimed in. “Really,” Sharon sipped on her Mumm, “He’s not interested?” “Well,” Karen chuckled, “I’ve always been a nudist and it’s something he didn’t like, so when I saw Caz and Peter one day swimming naked in the pool I kept a good eye on them.” “Then on one fateful day,” Caz interjected. “Yes,” Karen raised an eyebrow, “On one fateful day Caz here was being fucked by three guys, including Nick and Peter here. I was so fucking turned on that I just had to join.” “Where’s your husband now?” “He’s out driving around the Central West scouring shops for antiques like he does every month.” “It’s why we have these weekends whenever he’s away,” Peter told her. “Ok then, that explains that ...