Everybody likes getting naked…Right?  
Especially with strangers.
A little about us, we are Greg and Mal who have a croft on the beautiful north coast of Scotland, which is pretty much the back of beyond.  It was really peaceful here until the NC500 was created and now we are swamped with tourists.   Greg's name is really Will as in William but people have always called him Greg after Rob Roy McGregor on account of his Scottish blood.
We are both athletic outdoorsy people in our early 30’s and love wild camping, hiking etc.
A few years back while camping at Edale in the Derbyshire national park we ended up in a threesome with a fellow male camper.  Since then, Greg has embraced the whole cuckold scene and I am happy to oblige him.  Also, it is pretty apparent that, like me, he is bi.

Stan, a friend of ours has a cabin cruiser which he uses to go out sea fishing.  It is a pretty basic boat about 10mtrs long with a large deck at the back for fishing, a galley with a cooker and a bed at the front in a cabin under the top deck.  He asked Will and I if we fancied going on a little fishing expedition at the weekend.   The weather outlook was very promising so we said OK.  
Come Sunday morning, we arrived at the small jetty where he moors his boat.  Stan was already there and loaded up.  Without any delay Stan, Greg and myself were soon leaving the harbor.  When we were a couple of miles out Stan dropped the anchor. 
While the boys set their rods and stuff up, I slipped into my bikini and settled down on the fore deck to catch some sun. The bobbing of the boat and listening to the boys chattering away was very erotic.  After a few hours as I wallowed in the sunshine, I slipped my hand inside my bikini top and caressed my breasts and tweaking my nipples.  I was definitely getting into things.  I slid my hand down my tummy and into my bikini bottoms. Slowly stroking up and down my shaven pussy lips, I was really enjoying myself.   I was building up to a glorious orgasm albeit, sensuously slowly.  Then I hit the orgasm that tensed up my legs and buttocks, cumming long and deep. Oh lord, I must have made some noise because I was aware of a shadow hovering over me. It was Stan “Are you all right Mal?” he asked “We heard a scream and wondered if everything was ok”.
I squinted up at him, he knew exactly what I had been doing what with one hand down my bikini bottom and the other inside my top.   Even so, he was in no hurry to return to his fishing as he ogled me.
“Yes, I am fine thanks.  I had an itch”.
“Well, if you need a hand to scratch it then just holler out”  He said.
Looking up at him, as I lay there, I had the perfect view up the legs of his shorts and I could tell the he was enjoying the view.
“Quick” Greg shouted out “I have got a massive one on the line”
Stan returned to the back of the boat but not before giving me one more glance back.
I heard a little commotion at the back of the boat so I guessed that the boys had landed their fish.

I while later Stan called out to see if I wanted a beer from the ice box.  “Sure” said I. 
A few moments later he came forward and brought an ice-cold beer for me.  He squatted down to pass it to me.  He had stripped down to his briefs “The fish aren’t biting so I am going in for a swim to cool off because this hot weather always gets to me” 
I could see why.  Stan is about 50, a little over weight and fairly hairy like a big teddy bear.  He ticked a lot of attraction boxes for me.  Although Greg is about the same age as me and as lean as a clothes line I do have a thing for older plumper men who are more couch potato than outdoor he-man.  Greg is pretty much perfect for me in as much as we can go hiking, fell running and camping together plus he’s a cuckold. Whereas my ideal occasional sex partner is more like Stan so I get the best of both worlds.
“Sure” I replied to Stan's question about going for a swim.  He helped me up, we shouted back to Greg that we were going for a swim. 
Stan's briefs didn’t do anything to hide what was inside of them.  I dived in first, the cold water instantly made my nipples erect.  I soon got over the initial shock and turned round to watch Stan dive in.  He swam under water for a short way and then I felt something touch me as Stan surface about a foot in front of me and facing me. 
“You’ll never guess what?” he asked me “When I dove in my briefs came off and I don’t know where they are now”.
I laughed and said “You’re kidding me” as I reached down and sure enough, I felt his cock, naked and free. 
He looked at me and smiled “See, I told you”.
For some reason I was still holding his cock, I am sure that I felt it twitch in my hand “Oh well” I said “You will just have to skinny dip then”.  I would have thought that the cold water would have put paid to his ardor but apparently not.  I let go of his cock and we fooled about for a while.  Every time he grabbed me his hands would come to rest on my breast or ass or even my pussy.  This fooling around was getting more and more intimate by the moment. 
I looked up and saw Greg sitting on the front of the boat with his legs dangling over the side.  “Having fun?” he asked.
“You’ll never believe what” I shouted to him “Stan dived in and lost his pants”.
Greg laughed and said that he might join us.  He stripped off naked and dived in. He came up beside me.  “Do you think that it is fair that just you and I are naked Stan?” he asked. 
I saw the glint in Greg's eye and I said “Oh no”.  Before I knew it Greg had grabbed me and pulled my top off then the string bows on the side of my bottoms also came off.
“There you go” he said, “No we are all equal”.
The boys were now taking liberties with me.  Greg came up behind me and reached round to hold my tits.  Stan swam up to the front of me, I could feel his cock touch my tummy then I just wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.  He was holding onto my buttocks very tightly.  As we broke our kiss, they spun me around so that I was now facing Greg with Stan behind me.  I wrapped my arms around Greg's neck and kissed him long and deep.  Stan wasted no time in feeling me all over. 
“Let’s get out and dry off, shall we?” Greg said.  We swam to the back of the boat to climb up the little ladder that was dangling over the edge.
“Ladies first” Stan said and I could guess why.
Stan got a couple of towels and we stood at the back of the boat drying off.  Nether of the boys were erect but I could tell that it wouldn’t take long to get them ready for action. 
It was late afternoon but still lots of daylight hours left.  None of us seemed eager to get dressed.  I sat on top of the cabin roof with my legs hanging over the edge and facing the boys.  “Go on buddy” Greg said to Stan indicating towards me. 
Stan looked at me then Greg then back at me. He moved forwards then eased my legs apart.  I laid back, he eased my bum just over the edge of the cabin roof so that my pussy was thrust towards him and then he was eating me like it was his last meal.  This is why I love older men, they know where everything is.  Stan was a master pussy eater.  He was sucking my clit, then licking and sucking some more.  It was delicious.  He was making beautiful murmuring sounds that I have never heard a man make before which kind of made this moment more erotic.  I pulled my knees up to my chest to give him free access to my butt as well.  His tongue seemed to be everywhere. 
Later I learned that the reason that Stan was murmuring was because Greg had gone down and was sucking his cock.
I didn’t cum with Stan's licking but I did feel that he had taken me to a place past an orgasm. 
I am not sure how but I found myself now laying in the cabin on the bed.  Stan was kneeling between my legs; he was flicking my clit with his thumb.  I reached out my arms to pull him towards me, he lent forward, laying his tummy onto mine and then I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy.  He eased it on slowly.  I kept my hands locked behind his neck; he was propped up on his hands.  Slowly, so torturously slowly he slid his cock into me.  For some reason it struck me that I hadn’t actually seen his cock erect but even so, it felt divine. 
We kept eye contact the whole time.  It was like I was looking into his soul.  He started gentle rocking, in and out, in and out so slowly.  I don’t know how long this went on for, it seemed forever.  All thoughts of Greg were long gone, it was just Stan and I in this one beautiful, glorious moment bobbing up and down in his boat.  This is the closest that I have ever come to making love to a man other than Greg.   Anything that we do with other people is normally just sex but with Stan, it was something different.
I couldn’t hold this for much longer, he had me perched on the edge of a delicious sensation.  His eye’s started to go a little blank, he said “Here comes something for you Mal”.
I felt it as well, so very strong.  I came at the same time as Stan which is a first for me.  To have a mutual orgasm together.
Stan collapsed down on top of me and kissed me with great tenderness.   The he propped himself up on his hands again and eased himself out of me.   To this day I still don’t know what we had actually just done, it was like spiritual sex if that makes any sense.

I just lay there for a few moments more and saw Greg standing at the back of the cabin.  “I could see that you two were in the moment” he said “and I didn’t want to spoil it.”
I just smiled back at him before I sat up and beckoned him over.  I was going to give him a blow job but he said “No, not after seeing what you two just had”.

We all got dressed. There wasn’t very much chat on the way back to the harbor.  We thanked Stan for a great day.  We shook hands and hugged and then we were in the car driving home.

That evening as Greg and I sat on our porch with a glass of wine or two we chatted about the day’s events.
“It was a beautiful thing to see, you and Stan together” he said.  “How do you feel about it now?”
“It was an experience” I said “Stan is a very tender man but he isn’t you”.  I reached over and held Gregs hand.  “Anyway, that’s that, now then, when is your brother due to arrive?”
“He said that he will be here next weekend.  He said that he might bring a mate with him.  I said that that will be OK”
“That's fine by me” I said “the more the merrier” I could see that I was going to be in for a busy weekend and I don’t mean cooking and cleaning.
Gregs brother Malc had has stayed with us a few times so it wasn’t going to be a surprise that we would all end up in bed together.