It's Nancy time!
There are things that have been said about me in the previous portions of this story, that while all true, do paint a picture of me as some sort of deviant. So if you've read this far through this tale of lake side debauchery I'm guessing you won't mind reading about what makes me...well me.
Our drive up to the lake house was very long and boring. Having a husband that insists on doing all the driving makes it all the worse. Sitting in the passenger seat, all morning and into the afternoon makes me fidgety. There's only so much reading, singing badly to the radio and doing crossword puzzles I can do before I get bored and my thoughts turn towards sex. When those sex thoughts get to be too much, masturbating.
I guess, if I'm being honest, my thoughts almost always turn to sex.
What can I say? It's my most favorite hobby.
Don and I after a little over nineteen years of marriage, still mess up the sheets, couch, kitchen floor or wherever we happen to be at the time, 3-4 nights a week. Combine that with all the masturbating I do over the course of a week, means sex is on my mind a lot.
Yes I said it, I masturbate, I do it a lot and if I'm any kind of a fair and impartial judge, I do it well.... I've never complained.
It's my ultimate boredom and stress reliever.
Every morning the first thing I do when I wake up is slide my arm under the covers and slowly strum my clit until I get off. I love the way it feels, not being totally awake, the warmth of the blankets and that urgency to climax before my bladder decides I must get out of bed.
If I don't have my wake up cum in bed, it happens in the shower. My soapy hands running up and down my body, slippery fingers gliding in and out of my pussy and butt or I'll get myself off with the hand held shower head pulsing water on my clit....mmmm I love that.
Driving to and from work, the odds are pretty good that at some point, my hand will be up my skirt, sometimes over and sometimes under my panties, teasing my pussy. It's rare that I will do it until I climax, unless I am stuck in a traffic jam.
I just like teasing my pussy a bit and leaving it wanting.
At work, if my day is stressful I am apt to locking my office (an office is one of the big perks of being "Queen Bitch in Charge), stripping down and fingering myself off once or twice. It's my version of a smoke break. Before I made partner and was a mere associate, I used to have to lock myself in a bathroom stall for my "me breaks". It worked but sometimes it was difficult when the woman in the stall next to you was loudly blowing out the disagreeable Indian food she'd had for lunch.
So I'm sure you get it, I can be kind of insatiable when it comes to playing with myself.
Now with all the self service I seem to do, you would think it was because there was something lacking in my sex life with my husband....Well you'd be wrong. I love sex with Don. I love it when he holds me, when he kisses me and even after all these years, a simple touch from that man will make me wet. There is nothing in life I love more than having my husband's cock in my hand, mouth, pussy or ass and I try to have it in one or more of those places as often as I can.
Yes I realize I'm all over the board here, but you need to know all of this stuff, so I can properly tell my side of our tryst with Ray and Anna.
I was incredibly horny when I woke up that first morning at the lake house. Don had driven all day and by the time we all went to bed, he was really out of it. As wanting as I was when I woke up and as inviting as his hard cock looked as I spied his nude body next to mine and as easy as it would have been to straddle him and slide that hard cock into my soaking wet pussy, I decided to let the man sleep.
Getting out of bed after placing a big, wet, sloppy tongue kiss on the head of Doug's penis, I threw on the previous day's panties (Yes I sleep nude, it makes it easier when I want to straddle my husband and slide his hard cock in my wet pussy in the early morning hours.) and a tank top. After a couple of seconds' deliberation, I decided to put a pair of shorts on too. Not that I had any worries about Anna seeing me in a pair of panties and I'm sure I've flashed Ray a few times when wearing a skirt, both with and without panties, over the years the shorts were probably not necessary but I didn't want to make things awkward on our first full day of vacation together.
Little did I know, right?
After making a pot of coffee, I grabbed a cup and my book and headed outside. There was a path from the house to the lake. At the midpoint, there was a small sitting area with a bench, a couple of chairs and a table.
My plan was to read for a bit and when it warmed up, be daring and skinny dip the lake.
The cool morning air and damp ground beneath my bare feet sent a chill through my body and made my nipples hard. Feeling them brushing against my top as my boobs bounced with every step made my already overheated pussy, all the warmer.
Sitting down on one the chairs, I was pleasantly surprised that the position pulled my silky panties nicely against my bald pussy. Swinging my leg back and forth added to the sensation.
Settled in, I tried my best to concentrate on my book, but that wasn't happening. As the sun started warming my body, I found my thoughts turning more towards my own pleasure, rather than the characters in the book.
Giving up, I set the book down and stretched out on the chair. My left hand made its way to my breasts, squeezing them through my shirt as my right one ended up between my legs, over my shorts. Even I was a little surprised at how I'd soaked through both my panties and my shorts.
Given my penchant for masturbating, there was a part of me that wanted to strip nude, spread my legs and go to town on my wet pussy. The thought of getting off, out in the open where someone might catch me, either a stranger wandering up the beach path or one of my two closest friends was very arousing.
While I have a thing for masturbating as often as I can, I have a real love for doing it where I might get caught. I've done it in changing rooms, bathroom stalls, movie theaters (I love going in the winter, place my coat in my lap and even the stranger sitting next to me has no idea that I am fingering myself as soon as the lights dim) and of course, as I told Ray while we were in the shower together, countless friends and sometimes families bathrooms when I raid the dirty clothes hamper and find the woman of the house's panties...Especially Anna's.
I was more than ready to do it, until I started over thinking. Getting caught nude, wouldn't have been a big deal. Don had seen me nude once or twice... I'd been naked around Anna in locker rooms, saunas and time's we'd changed in front of each other. Ray had never seen me nude, as far as I knew. Sure he'd seen glimpses down my blouse or up my skirt over the years, but never in the "all together".
But he was a nudist, both of them had been to nude beaches and resorts over the years. I know this because Anna showed me pictures of one of their vacations once. We'd scrolled through about half the pictures before she realized that she and Ray were nude in all of them and I was getting an eyeful of his cock.
Even getting caught masturbating wasn't that daunting. I mean, we all do it. Getting caught just rubbing my pussy could be laughed off.
But knowing myself the way I do, I knew that as soon as my panties were off, they were going to be in my face and while the idea of someone catching me at my most favorite kink in the world was on some level enticing, I wasn't ready for my friends to catch me doing it.
Reluctantly, I decided that getting naked and playing with myself, out in the open, would be a bad idea.
I settled in with my book until I heard someone coming down the path. As he came into view, he reminded me of Baloo the Bear from Jungle Book. If Baloo had been naked, a towel over his shoulder, cup of coffee in one a hand and his hard bear cock in the other, stroking it as he walked.
It wasn't Baloo, it was Ray obviously with the same thought as I had to come out to the clearing and have a morning wank.
It had been quite a while since I'd seen a hard cock, other than Don's. I have to admit, I liked what I saw. Ray was about the same length and thickness as Don. The major difference between the two was the head of Don's cock was truly mushroom shaped, about a third bigger around than Ray's.
Ray still hadn't seen me when he got to the clearing. He stood for a second, looking at the lake, his rigid cock jutting out from his thin-ish cycling body had me tingling between my legs. If we weren't married to other people, I'd have been on my knees sucking him in a heartbeat.
Alas, we were both married and I despised cheaters, so it wasn't going to happen. But I figured, there was no harm in some naked fun.
"Aren't you worried about blindness?" I asked him as he was wrapping his hand around his shaft.
So, you all know what happened next. I got naked with Ray, we had a swim, Anna came out and was surprisingly cool about seeing her husband nude with a boner chatting with her equally nude best friend. She ended up naked too. Then Don joined us and after a little prodding from me, he stripped down too.
Since it's my story and I can tell it anyway I want, I think I'll pick it up again when Anna and Ray went for a skinny dip.
