Sandy and Frank Ch. 17

"That might have been the high point - or nadir - of our sexual progression except for an incident the following afternoon. All of us were in the water swimming or riding on a float. None of the girls were wearing bras, which felt perfectly acceptable. Ruth and Bob began struggling, with her shrieking, 'Stop that! Don't you dare!' All eyes focused on them, of course, as the struggle continued above and under the water. Suddenly, Bob surfaced, holding something above the water and, then, as she came up, over her head. She was jumping around in a futile attempted to get what we realized were her pants from him. After holding her off for awhile, Bob balled the pants up and threw them far up on the shore, laughing as moved away, he yelled, 'There, go get them!'

"Ruth screeched and screamed at him but he simply ignored her demands as he continued laughing. Finally taking pity on her, Claire called out to her, 'I'll get them.' Before she could take three steps through the water, she was assaulted from behind as Tom reached in, grasped the sides of her pants and jerked them down and off. When she managed to get to her feet and wipe her eyes, she was nude, too, and her pants had joined Ruth's on the sand. She of course, joined the verbal demands with equal lack of success. Some distance from us, Ed began chasing Judy as she frantically struggled through the water.

"With Frank and me it was very different. We were laughing with the other fellows and Frank hugged me and asked, "Do you want me to take yours off? I won't if you'll be uncomfortable.'

"I thought that his offer was very considerate and I reached up and kissed him, but said, 'All three of the others will be naked soon, so we had better go along. Anyway, it probably will be fun!' I actually pushed my own pants down and off and handed them to him, accompanied with a shriek like Ruth's, 'Frank, give me my pants back!' We exchanged a conspiratorial grin as I began to struggle with him as the pants flew to join the others on shore. So, rather than throwing water on the fire and maybe heading off what was to happen, I voluntarily threw gasoline on it, ensuring that the flames would grow higher.

"So, there were four bikini bottoms on the beach and four naked women in the water. Four fellows sat on the porch, sitting on the towels and waiting for the inevitable. Obviously it was a stalemate which could end only one way, which, of course, it did. The four of us were waist deep and being battered by the surf as I finally said, 'Girls, there's no way we can win this. We might as well give up! They saw it all last night, anyway.' With that I led our little band of naked nymphs ashore before the amused eyes and applauding hands of our appreciative audience.

"The difference between then and last night, of course, that now it was broad daylight. This is when I really was an exhibitionist. I very calmly strolled across the beach, onto the walk and up onto the porch without making the slightest effort to hide anything. A couple of the others were in semi-September morn position as they joined me, but I just took a towel from Frank, dried off and, unbelievably, sat down comfortably beside him. He put his arm around me as if this were an everyday occasion. The others had dried off but left the towels concealing them until Ruth looked at me, and saying, 'What the hell,' dropped her towel and sat down with Bob. Shortly after, four naked women were reclining against their men and, miraculously, self-consciousness and embarrassment had virtually disappeared!"

"Damn, I wish that I had been there to see that. And you! Voluntarily removing your pants, certainly knowing that you would be seen and, more, taking the lead in exposing everything! Good god, I don't even recognize you as the timid little person I've known since high school!"

"Believe me, I don't recognize myself! I really loved being there naked. Frank and I were talking later, of course, and he said the same thing. He had asked me about removing my pants because he was afraid that I would be too upset by being naked in the daylight. As he said that, instead, 'I seemed to blossom in the sun - the brighter the light and the more revealing the better.'

Anyway, sitting there on the porch beside him, I was suddenly concerned that he might be bothered by my exposure and I quietly asked him, 'Is your mistress going too far? Should I back up a bit?'

"He replied, 'Hell no! You look wonderful and I'm proud to have everyone know that you are my mistress! In fact, I'm tempted to open you up in front of everyone and fuck you right there on the porch!"

"I told him, 'That just might be going a tad too far, but would you like it if I just stayed naked when all of us are together on the beach?' He gave me a great big grin, so I added, 'Ok I'll do it!

"I really don't know where the nerve, or courage, came from, but I casually stood up and, completely naked, walked down the path and through the sand to where I saw my pants lying. I bent over, well aware of what I was showing, and picked them up and shook sand off of them. Looking critically at the sand still on them, I turned to my transfixed audience and said, 'I'm not going to put those things back on. There's sand all through them. Everybody's seen everything already so I think I'll just stay this way and lie down in our cabana - if no one objects.' With Frank following, that's just what I did.

"Behind me there was utter silence until I heard Judy say, 'Why not. You've all certainly have seen everything and I'm very comfortable. Come on Ed, let's rest awhile. Ruth and Claire soon followed our lead and four naked women and four aroused men shared their small, semi-private cabanas. I'm not sure that all four couples fucked that afternoon, but I know that Frank and I did."

"You continue to amaze me! That is so out of character that I almost think that aliens have taken over your body!"

"I agree. Looking back on it I just know that I couldn't have said or done those things! Sitting here right now describing the events to you, it sounds like I'm reciting a fantasy - someone else's fantasy, not mine! I couldn't dream of doing something like that! Yet, I know I did. It was as if I was drunk or on drugs; something that made me - or permitted me - to do those things, and I think that was exactly the situation. I was high on something, but it wasn't alcohol or drugs, it was the whole situation.

"I was spending eight nights sleeping with my lover, the surroundings were beautiful, any worries I had about the reception I would have because of perceived cheating were gone. My friends were close, they embraced me and I was really part of the group. Playing around in the water sexually was something I had never done. I don't know, but things just seemed to build up and I was loving it. Showing my tits, having the hickey and being teased about it, everybody referring to me as Frank's married mistress - everything. I think that I was on an 'everything' high! Sex was good, friendship was good and, somehow, part of me that I didn't even know existed came out! Hiding in me all these years was this closet exhibitionist! However, I think that it has gone back into hiding now that I'm back in the real world."

"That's probably a good thing! You just might raise a few eyebrows in our rather staid academic community - although, when I think about it, your group sounds as if you were on a typical spring break!"

"Well, at least there was no drunken carousing or drug induced bacchanalia! That was Thursday and I think we had all shocked ourselves and we didn't go into the water that night. Instead, we went into town, ate at a regular restaurant and came back and returned to our more sedate pastimes in the pool room and the board games. However, our ardor may have been cooled as much by the only rain of the week as by sexual caution!

"Nonetheless, there was one final bit of exhibitionism that night, involving me, of course. I had completely forgotten that sexy little nightgown that I had shown the girls back when I acknowledged that I expected to sleep with Frank. Actually, I had forgotten about it because we slept nude. In any case, it was really 'entice wear,' not 'sleep wear.' I don't recall what led up to it, but Ruth slyly asked Frank if I had worn that cute little nightgown that I had shown them. I have no idea of why it embarrassed me so badly, considering all that had happened, but I really started blushing furiously when he replied, 'No, she sleeps naked every night!' He turned to me and asked, 'What's this about a sexy nightgown?'

"I glared at Ruth and stuttered around a moment before, mumbling, 'I don't know. I may have left it at home.' I think that my lie was transparent and, before I could protest, Frank got up and headed for our room. Shortly afterwards, he came back, announcing, 'Look what I found in folded up under her panties!' Mentioning my panties certainly shouldn't have bothered me at that point, but it did, and I know my blushing got deeper. I hid my face as he held it up for all to see. It is very sexy, of course, and that plus my red face, led to expressions like 'wow!...look at that!...hot dog!...and, inevitably, 'try it on!' Naturally, the latter request became the insistent chant. Instead of the strip show mantra of 'take it off,' all I could hear was 'try it on!'

"I was cringing back, hiding my face, repeating over and over, 'I can't!' It's hard, in retrospect, to understand why, after walking naked in broad daylight, I was so self-conscious and bashful, but I guess my old inhibition was back. Regardless, I steadfastly refused until Frank hugged me and, leaning close, beseeched me, 'Come on, honey. You'll look beautiful in it!' He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, 'I would be very proud of my sweet mistress!'

"I took my hands away from my face and looked at him. He lightly kissed me and, without saying a word, I took the gown out of his hands and quietly walked up to our room. I stripped off the tee shirt, shorts and panties I was wearing. I looked in the drawer and pulled out the transparent throng that he had missed and put it on. All it did was call attention to my pussy hair. I slipped the gown on and it hid absolutely nothing. Lace in bridal white that, if anything, enhanced every detail of my body better than if I were nude. It belonged in a bride's trousseau! Well, I don't have to describe it in detail - I showed it to you before we left, and I'll put it on later. I combed my hair, refreshed my lipstick, and went to greet my audience.

"I can't describe my emotions as I started down that big, curved formal staircase. Everything was there - excitement, fear, arousal...and love as I looked at Frank. It was a very emotional moment!"

"I would certainly think so. Damn, I wish I could have seen that!"

"Well, fortunately, anticipating my appearance, Judy had picked up my camera and she snapped, I think, fifteen pictures as I came down and later as I stood in front of them. Anyway, I felt like a Ziegfeld Girl in one of those musicals as I came down those stairs. I have never felt like that and, truthfully, I expected some kind of rowdy reaction - teasing me with whistling and, maybe sarcastic clapping - but, honey, there was dead silence at first, followed by the same 'wows' and, even, 'my god!' I felt like a princess as I slowly walked down, knowing every eye was on me.

"The...well, I guess I can say the word... awed...silence and murmuring ended with a chorus of appreciative comments that filled me with pleasure. I actually felt beautiful! It was an amazing feeling, standing there in a miniscule, sheer nightgown intended only for the eyes of a husband or lover in the privacy of a bedroom, surrounded by seven people seeing virtually every detail of my body. Yes, I had been completely naked in front of those same people some hours before, but now they were studying me from short range, wearing that provocative nightgown in the middle of the living room. I felt more naked than naked - and I loved it! Even more, after being complimented profusely by everyone, fellows and girls alike, I heard Frank say, 'Ok, folks, you've admired her long enough. Now I'm going to take my lovely mistress up to bed! We'll see you in the morning!'