The Accidental Nudist Cabin

"I didn't mind," I admitted. "I kind of enjoyed it. I like working outdoors. This may sound stupid, but I feel great after all the work today."

"I know what you mean. Robin gives me crap for spending most of our outings up here working on the place, but I love to see the results. There's something really fulfilling about it."

We turned around at the tree. The sun was getting low, and he was afraid if we took much longer, we'd be in the dark before we got back. He was probably right, but we were saved from finding out when Jack showed up to shuttle us back on his bike. He gave Dan a ride back, taking the tools with him, and I decided to jog back to my bike, and head back on my own. It was a tough run, with the mud and pools of water, but I made it before too long, and was able to ride back while the sun was still a good bit above the horizon.

As part of our provisions, we'd brought an entire beef tenderloin with us, and Dan had pulled out an old Weber and was cooking it up by the time I got back. I put the axe away, stripped, and jogged down to the water without even checking in with the others. I felt sweaty and grubby, and wanted to rinse off and cool off before dinner.

Sheri was waiting for me at the end of the dock when I finished my brisk swim, holding out a towel for me. Looking up from the water at this naked beauty, waiting patiently, I had to smile once more at the circumstances that had accidentally turned our place into a nudist cabin. The accidental nudist cabin.

I stood in front of her and she dried me off. It was incredibly sensual, feeling her squat down and drying each of my legs, as if nude swimming was the most natural thing in the world.

She seemed a bit nervous, and started in hesitantly. "You're OK with all the playing around today, aren't you?" She looked up at me, with those big blue eyes. "I mean, we did a lot of teasing, but I didn't go over the line. Not really." She said, almost apologetically. "You had fun, didn't you?"

"It's been a great day," I told her, taking her in my arms. "And I hate to say it, but I really enjoyed watching you tease the guys, knowing how hot and bothered they were getting, and that later on you'd be with me, while they could only wish they were in my shoes. Shoes? I guess that's not the best metaphor." I gave her a kiss. "You OK?"

"Never better." She sighed and sank into me, hugging me almost desperately tight.

We sat down on the dock side by side, looking out over the water. I knew my wife, and she had something to say, but the best route was for me to just wait for her to figure out how she wanted to say it.

It took a while, but she finally spit it out. "I loved it. I loved the attention, and seeing those poor boys getting all hard over me, and leaving them worked up and horny as shit. Maybe not at first, when I was still a little nervous, and worried they might think me trashy, or not like me or something." She giggled, "That certainly didn't turn out to be the problem." She hesitated, "I might have let them take a little too many liberties with me, especially with these," she remarked, holding her tits out for me, "more than I had planned on. I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be." I reached out and caressed her full, firm, tits, my fingers lingering over the reddish areas where I figured someone's stubble caused some irritation. "It was just play. A little fun and games. Nobody here is trying to steal anybody's spouse or anything like that. It's just a kind of wild freedom to indulge a little in each other; all the time knowing there are limits, and wanting to push them just a little. Maybe we just want to think that we're the special ones, the one that our friends would risk everything for."

She giggled some more, "I figured you probably pushed a few limits today too, huh?"

"Absolutely," I laughed. "I had to get out of that cabin after lunch with Robin, before I forgot myself, and did something really stupid.

"You know, I hear about how naturists get so that being around others naked isn't really sexual. I don't know how. Every time I see you women, any of you, out here in the open, completely naked, my heart just wants to burst from excitement. Maybe when there's the unfulfilled potential for sexual activity, it changes things, but I've got to believe that a week from now, seeing one of those pretty girls walking down that trail to me, naked, would lead to an instant hard-on, and naughty fantasies."

"No shit." Sheri said. "When you walk near a guy, brush against him and see his manhood jump to attention, how can you not feel that down in your loins? Immediately, I feel my nipples hardening, and I know that they can see that too, and I know what they want. I know what they want to do to me. Even with their wives just a little ways away, I know they'd take a huge chance just to touch me."

"Pretty intense, huh?" I asked my dear, quivering wife.

"Mmmhmm." She seemed lost in her thoughts and then shook her head and came back to Earth. "We're cool though, right?" She seemed inordinately nervous, and I wonder if maybe one of her barriers had slipped more than just a little. Not like I had room to complain.

"Sheri, you're going home with me when this is all over. That's what matters. If the playing around got a little out of hand, as long as we leave it here, at the cabin, who does it really hurt? I know you love me, and I love you, and everything else is just letting our hair down for once."

She leaned into me, sighing. "You're too good to be real."

"And you're too wild to be caged," I teased. "Although I don't think I ever would have guessed it. You've surprised me this weekend. I have to confess I like it. I like the teasing, and am fine with what's been going on."

I heard Jill's voice from nearby. "Ok, lovebirds! Dinner is about ready, and even though lumberjack Alex may have earned a rest, we ladies have still got to pull a few things together. Coming?"

I hadn't even realized that Sheri's hand had wandered back to my lap, and was bringing me to life, yet again. When I stood, and helped my wife stand up, Jill looked us over. "Jeez, you guys! Alex, doesn't that thing ever go down? You're going to give my man a complex."

Sheri giggled. "Oh, I think your man's been doing just fine on his own. Quite responsive, that one."

Jill laughed. "I bet I'll walk bow-legged for a week after tonight. You've got him primed and ready to go."

"That was the idea, right?" Sheri said as we walked along hand-in-hand.

"Shh! That's our secret. You're not supposed to share that with the enemy!" Jill said, falling in step next to me, and snaking her arm around my hips. I placed my arm across her shoulders, then let is slide down to cup her delicious ass.

The sun was setting behind us, a sliver of orange on the horizon, a little off to our left as we walked up the hill.

"I'm a lumberjack and I'm Ok, I sleep all night and I work all day," I started singing, just happy as could be with wear life had taken me at that very moment.

"As long as you don't start wearing women's clothing, 'and hanging out in bars'," Jill warned me, singing the second half of her statement.

Gotta love an educated woman.

"The day turned out pretty nice, after the rough start we had." I said as we approached the house.

"Nice?" Jill said, almost in shock, "Abso-fucking-lutely incredible is what I'm thinking."

Sheri giggled. "I'm glad we're in agreement. I hope everyone else thinks so."

Jill snorted. "Just stick those big titties out there, and tell the boys what they're supposed to think. I'm sure they'll agree to whatever you tell them."

"Cool. I'm going to tell Jack to fuck your pretty little head off tonight, and I might even give him a flash or two for inspiration." Sheri told her friend.

"Mmmm, maybe I'll do the same for you. With Alex I mean. I mean with you. Oh shit, you know what I mean." Jill mumbled, stumbling over her words.

We saw Jack was tending the grill, with tongs in his hand, and his substantial hard-on, just inches from the hot metal. "Careful, bud!" I called out to him from a few feet away, "Don't burn that thing!"

He looked at me quizzically, and turned the tenderloin with the tongs. "It's doing fine," he said.

"That's not the meat you should be worried about." Sheri warned him.

He looked down and saw his dick was waving in the air only about an inch away from the rounded kettle. He turned his hips toward us, "Whoops! Thanks for the warning. But if y'all weren't looking so incredibly hot, I wouldn't have this problem, you know."

"Thanks," I blurted, "it's nice to know you care."

"Not you, asshole," he laughed. "The other two."

We were standing just a couple of feet away, and I reached out and squeezed the nearest tit on each woman. "Don't you mean the other four?"

Sheri slapped my hand away, but Jill pushed herself against me. "Don't worry; I'll take good care of that bad boy after dinner," she told Jack. I rubbed her nipple just a bit, feeling it responding, then pulled my hand away and gave her rear a loud smack, eliciting a yelp.

Sheri and I entered the cabin, to find Dan and Robin locked in a passionate embrace. "Get a room you two!" I teased.

"We've got one," Dan said with a smile, and then he peeled himself away and finished setting the table, while Sheri and Robin whispered between themselves.

Dinner was a remarkably calm affair, with a wonderful meal, and a gallon of Cabernet to wash it down. As the meal ended, I could feel the tension in the room building. I was certain we all knew where this would soon be heading. The girls once more volunteered for cleanup duty, and Dan started up our fireplace again. It was still warm in the cabin, but with the sun down, and the breeze cutting through the room, it was rapidly cooling off. Dan went to work starting up the fire, and I indulged in one of my worse habits, retiring to the front porch, and lighting up a big old Fuente Double Corona. My little travel wallet held four oversized cigars, and I offered one to Jack, an excellent Ashton, who happily accepted and joined me, looking out over the water.

We just rocked in the chairs, inhaling the strong smoke.

"Best fucking day in years," he finally sighed.

"I'll second that," I told him, and we tapped our cigars against each other, as if toasting.

"I got a confession," he said softly. "I might have gone a little farther with Sheri then she or I planned." He hesitated before continuing, "I don't mean nothing by it, I hope you know, but damn, she's a sexy woman."

I reached out and gave him a playful slug on the shoulder. "It was their game. We're only fucking men, right? Slaves to our hormones, which they so skillfully put into play." I took a deep draw, lazily letting the smoke slowly escape my lips. "I figure I'm just as guilty as you, with Jill. You might find some beard rash on her chest, if you were to look closely. I should have shaved this morning."

He giggled. "Ditto."

"In the end, we know who we're going home with, right?" I reminded him.

"Fuck yeah. What happens in the cabin stays in the cabin," he quipped.

"Then you're forgiven. For whatever happened today, and for anything else that may happen tonight or tomorrow. As long as when we hit the road tomorrow, we're back to status quo."

"Aces," he sighed, leaning back and drawing on his cigar, blowing big lazy smoke rings up into the night.

I sat back, picturing Jill on that path, her mouth a chamber of pleasure, while I used her. I looked over at Jack, who was similarly relaxed; at least most of him was. His hand was at work slowly stroking himself.

"You reliving an especially nice memory?" I asked quietly.

"Mmmhmm. You?"

"Oh, yeah. You, sir, are a lucky man."

"I think we all are, this weekend," he said softly.

Dan showed up a minute later, taking one of the two remaining seats. "Damn. Don't do that!"

"Do what?" I asked.

"Don't leave me in there with all three of them, they're out of control!"

We laughed and I passed him a stogey as well. This was the life. Country life, full belly, a good cigar, and a room of naked ladies getting worked up behind us.

Robin opened the screen door beside us. "Get your asses in here before the bugs eat you alive. You can bring those stinky smoke sticks in if you want; I figure the smoke from the fireplace can use the competition. At least as long as you don't try to go 'Clinton' on me with one of those."

I got up and listened to Jack moan. "Damn it! Why'd she have to go and plant that image in my mind?"

We laughed, and squeezed through the front door. Forty eight hours earlier, if he'd brushed against me naked, I probably would have bolted; but now it was natural, and right.

Jill called out to me, "What have you got on tap for us tonight, Alex?"

I went to the cabinet shelf I'd commandeered, and brought down three bottles. "I've got an excellent sipping rum, Cruzan Single Barrel, for those who would like to try that, and if you'll give me a minute," I displayed the bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, and the 1/2 bottle of Tequila left from the previous night. I poured half the Bailey's slowly into the Tequila bottle. "We've got a concoction that goes by a few different names, including the 'Naked Orgasm'."

"Real subtle, asshole," my wife commented.

"Hey! I didn't name it, and if y'all had just finished the tequila last night we'd be having Ecstasy shots instead." I told her, carrying the bottles over and placing them on the coffee table.

"What's in that?" Jack asked.

"Bailey's and Vodka," I explained.

"Cool, we can keep that in reserve," Jill suggested.

"Not me. I'm dying to see if the difference between good rum and what I've been swilling is anything like the difference in tequilas," Robin laughed.

Everyone but Dan and I had assumed the same seating as the night before. It made me think of school and sitting in someone else's seat. Dan had slipped out to return with some more wood to stack beside the fire.

I tapped the ash off of my cigar, into an empty mug, before relighting it. My mistake. Dan moved over and plopped down between Robin and Sheri, leaving me the seat next to Jill. Looking across, I could see that Robin already was working on the rum. The little tease licked the entire end of the bottle after her sip, her tongue looking especially sensual.

I took the only open spot, listening in as Jack told a story about early love that ended in an impossibly embarrassing situation. The night was nothing like the previous one. Everyone was in a great mood to start, the weather was ideal, and the conversation ebbed and flowed naturally, with two and even three discussions going on at the same time, without any difficulties. There was a lot of excitement and agitation in some of the discussions, and I just loved watching the girls waving their arms around while talking, and watching the resultant counterpoint activity in the jiggling of their tits.

Damn the person who invented bras!

The liquor smoothly transitioned around the table with Jack, Robin and I savoring the rum, while our partners polished off the 'Orgasms'. Robin made it clear she enjoyed the rum, and it was much improved, but nothing like the difference between good and bad tequila.

"Next time we come up here, I think you should double the stock of tequila," she said thoughtfully.

Easy enough for her to say, at over $50 a bottle. Then again, a couple of hundred bucks was a small price to pay to get her to open up like she had.

Talk eventually got around to our less-than-routine activities of the day. I immediately felt myself responding to the direction of the conversation, looking across at Robin who was being lightly fondled by her husband.

Jill took the bull by the horns. "It sounds to me like everyone had a good time with all the teasing and playing around going on," she stated, looked around for any dissent. She would have had to wait a long time.

She leaned forward over the coffee table, took a quick sip from the 'Naked Orgasm' bottle, and said softly. "Would anybody else like to play a little more?"

I don't know if it was taken for granted that the guys were up for anything. It was a fact that all three of us were 'up' for something. But we seemed to be waiting for agreement from all the girls.

Sheri leaned in, and took the bottle from in front of Jill, and took a long drink, then set the bottle down. "I'm in."

They both turned to look at Robin.

"Are you kidding? Do you even have to ask?" She laughed out loud, a full bodied, tit shaking laugh. "I just don't know how to start!"

And that, really, was the crux of the matter.

"I have a suggestion," Dan said, pausing.

"Fine, then spit it out already!" Jill told him.

"How about if every lady in the room sat on her husband's lap for a couple of minutes, and discussed their expectations of the evening."

For two of the couples, that was a simple shift in position. In our case, Sheri came over to me and deposited herself in my lap, carefully, without impaling herself.

"Where do you think this is headed?" She asked me nervously.

"Only as far as you want it to."

"Where do you think we should draw the lines?" she asked, nibbling on my shoulder, while I fondled her excited tits.

"Any limits on the hands?" I asked her.

"I guess not," she said softly.

"Any limits on your magnificent tits? And before you say anything, remember, the wrong answer here may drive one of these guys to kill himself."

She giggled, "What is it about you men, and a set of big firm tits?"

"Natural tits." I added.

"Ok, big firm natural tits. What's up with that?"

"Why not ask why the sun shines, why a wolf howls at the moon, why birds migrate in winter? It's in our nature."

She was still giggling, and she said softly, "OK, I think there's pretty much no limit on these babies."

"Any limits on our mouths?" I asked, wondering where her perceived limits really were. With her oral fixation, I half expected her answer.

"Not if you don't mind," she said finally.

"I don't mind. I'm thinking I'd kind of like to see that."

"Really?" she asked, cautiously.

"Really. And if you do it, I expect to have a good view." I told her.

She blushed, which was pretty. "I think I can manage that."

I reached between her legs and caressed her, making her moan. "How about this?"

"Nothing bigger than a finger except for you," she said quickly.

"OK, I guess that's settled," I said.

"Is it? What about this thing?" she said, holding my hard cock.

"I'll go by your rules."

"But what if Robin or Jill doesn't have the same rules, are you going to disappoint them?" she asked.

"I think they can survive," I told her.

She was quiet a moment. "What if I don't mind?" she finally asked.

I was a little stunned, "Huh?"

"If they want to go further than me, I don't mind. Like you, I even think I'd kind of like to see it," she said slowly.

"Are you sure?"

"Let me spell it out for you. If Robin is willing to let you stick that inside of her, I think you should." She continued, looking me in the eye. "I'd like to hear her squeal again."

"And Jill?"

"As far as she can take it."

I closed my eyes and thought about it. "I don't know, Sheri. If we go down that road, their husbands might expect the same."

"I'll deal with it. I'm sure I can find ways to get their mind off of that." As if to prove her point, she slid off of my lap and took my cock in her mouth, then licked it casually, looking around at the rest of our play partners.

I caressed her hair while she licked me, and waited to see the outcome of the other conversations. I didn't have to wait long.

"Ladies? How about if you all move clockwise, and tell your new partner where you think the evening should go?" He smiled, looking directly at Sheri, eager to play.