29 Jun 2016

My wife and I live in the United States, and we've just come back from a couple of days at our local naturist resort. It's an idyllic place, with a pool and hot tub, and rustic cabins for rent. And while they display prominent signs saying No Sexual Activity, people get up to all kinds of things in the woods and behind the scenes.

It was a scorching day, and I was drifting around on a lilo while my wife read a book. Then a woman swam up and introduced herself, Corinne. She was petite, in her early sixties, with dark, tied-back hair and a really good body. She was also drunk - not obnoxiously so, but enough to dispel any sexual inhibitions.

As we chatted, she climbed out of the pool, draped her legs over me as I continued floating, and idly began putting icecubes from her drink into my butt crack. I tried to pretend this kind of thing happened every day, and she smeared more ice over my back. It was not unwelcome in this heat.

Then she introduced her companion, Steve, a guy in his fifties. They'd only met that day, but they'd already fucked each other's brains out.

We moved to the hot tub, and Corinne invited us all back to her cabin, saying she'd been swinging for forty years, ever since the days of Plato's Retreat in New York. My wife and I had a quick, discreet discussion, and she said she wasn't interested but I was welcome to go for it. This was something of a milestone in our relationship, as we'd always been together when we had sex with other people before, and I felt a surge of affection for her openmindedness. She made an excuse, and went back to our cabin.

Corinne sat between Steve and me, and we hunched up close and started playing with each other beneath the bubbles. It was obvious that we were breaking the No Sex rule, but other people just ignored us. I toyed with the piercings in her pert little breasts, and she slowly and lovingly stroked my cock.

It was starting to get dark, and Steve offered to drive us to Corinne's cabin - quite unnecessary, since it was about 200 yards away, but I accepted. It was the first time I'd ridden naked in a car.

When we arrived, we were raring to go. There were none of the usual preliminaries, and none of us were wearing any clothes. Corinne sat me down on the edge of the bed and began giving me one of the best blowjobs of my life - slow, lingering, passionate. Steve sat at the desk and occasionally stroked his cock as he watched. Eventually, the ecstasy became too much, and I flipped Corinne onto her back and fucked her. There was lots of kissing, which in my experience is quite unusual among swingers.

Then it was Steve's turn to take over, and I lay beside them jerking off and caressing Corinne's beautiful smooth skin. Steve finished off by fingerfucking her, and she arched her back and sprayed cum all over my legs.

I could have stayed all night, but I thought I'd better get back to my wife. Before I left, Corinne sat in front of the mirror, legs splayed, and I put my arms around her as she took several pictures of us.

" How was it?" my wife asked.

" Amazing," I said. "I'll never look at an icecube the same way again."