Obvious, in Retrospect

Or Taylor's. As John and I lay there, we compared notes, like we were sizing up two women in a singles bar. "Hey, man, your wife's got a nice rack," John whispered.

"Don't quote me, but - you're kidding. Taylor's are huge. You've got to level with me - are they real?"

"Yep. She's talked about getting them reduced. She says they hurt when she runs sometimes."

"Can you tell her not to, for me?"

John laughed. "I tell her every night. I like to - ah, man, I can't talk about that. Now, since we're getting personal, your wife shaves down there?"

"Yeah. I don't understand it myself. She's a bit of a prude about some things, but she got into wearing thongs, at least when she dresses up, and then one day she decides to shave it all off. She keeps talking about waxing it, but hasn't gotten up the nerve."

"Well, if you don't mind - how is it?"

"Great the first day. Sometimes if it gets away from her - ouch."

John laughed quietly, but we decided to sneak away after that before they heard us. We had a few beers after we finished the work, and that afternoon, John emerged from the house naked as the day he was born. He even waved his cock briefly at Penny just before getting in the pool. Penny laughed; she untied her top and lay face down on the chaise lounge. She asked me to come rub oil on her. I reluctantly got out of the pool and came over to her, trying to arrange myself so that my cock wasn't too much on display to John and Taylor. I also became aware of a growing problem when I rubbed oil on her back and my penis tended to slide along her leg. I stayed half-hard the whole time we were at the pool anyway; this was murder. I was afraid I was going to come by the time I got her back and legs covered and could get back in the pool. I was conscious of it being at a near-perfect 90 degree angle to my body as I walked back. I tried to hide it from Taylor but I got another wolf whistle from her.

After a few minutes went by, John announced that he had to pee. Penny surprised me by asking "What's stopping you?" but John said he had just gotten the pH balance right and he was going to use the bathroom, or at least walk around the house. When he left, Taylor got out of the pool and got on the chaise lounge next to Penny, undoing her top and lying on her stomach.

"Penny, can you put some oil on me?"

"I'm afraid John will come back and I'll have my top off. Chris, can you put some oil on Taylor?"

I tried to follow the logic of that, but my ability to reason was slipping fast. I got out of the pool and went to put my shorts on "Don't be a ninny. She can't see you anyway; she's face down."

I began to pour the oil into my hands and tried to rub it on Taylor without dragging my cock on her leg. She might be offended, and worse, I might explode on her, wasting precious sperm on her toned, oiled calf. "Oh, that's great, Chris," she purred, and put a hand on my leg as she shifted, squirming into a better position on the chaise lounge.

"Hey, what are you doing to my wife?" John called out as he returned. "Come on honey, I can't leave you alone for a minute." Taylor called him a bastard and asked me to make sure her legs were coated well up to the bikini bottoms, which were, at least, somewhat conservatively cut.

That night I took Penny so hard and fast she didn't really come before I finished, but she still stroked me happily as I withdrew, leaving an oozing trail of semen that she smeared around on her slit. "Thank you, lover," she purred. "Did Taylor and I get you all excited today?"

"Yeah," I admitted, laying down beside her.

"You two sneaked up and watched us again, didn't you?"

"Well..." I stalled.

"It's all right," she said, her absent-minded smearing turning into a rhythmic stroking of her clitoris. "Did you like what you saw?"

"You're both beautiful. But you're my beautiful girl."

"That's right. And don't forget it. Save all that baby lotion for me." I stroked her nipples, which were hardening up. She began to breathe heavily. The second round of fireworks was starting in the next room, but it didn't seem as erotic as her, breathing while she got herself off, her legs up in the air, her full of my semen.

John and I got our work on the windows done in about two hours the next day, and this time we made plenty of noise as we walked up to the beach. The girls raised themselves up, draping themselves with towels, and looked us over. "Kind of overdressed for swimming, aren't you?" Taylor called. We shucked our clothes and walked out to our wives. John took Taylor's hand and they ran out into the surf, diving into the water. I put my arm around Penny and we walked into the waves, floating and relaxing on the water.

"Look," Penny said, and pointed over at John and Taylor. She was backed up to him, and when the waves receded I could see his erect penis, sliding up between Taylor's legs. He was rubbing her breasts, and her mouth was open. Penny giggled and turned into me. She kissed me passionately, and I kissed her back. My cock slid along her belly, and she began to stroke me. The seawater actually wasn't helping much, and we were being tossed by the waves. The moment passed, and we walked back up to the beach, followed in a few minutes by John and Taylor.

That was an off night for Penny and I, and perhaps even for John and Taylor; we heard no strange sounds from the other side of the wall. I felt less over-stimulated now, and slept with Penny curled up next to me.

Nudists claim that continued nudity desexualizes it, and causes us to return to a natural state where we aren't self-conscious of our bodies, but accepting of each other's individuality and differences. They may have a point, but most nudists haven't been on vacation with two oversexed friends. However, as the days went by, our nudity seemed to become more natural. The women continued to maintain some semblance of separation or cover most of the time when they were unclothed, with this strange double-standard about John and I, who could be free as birds. A couple of days after the incident on the beach, Taylor appeared topless, but wearing low-cut, brief board shorts, on the side of the grounds where we were cutting up tree limbs. She was bringing some drinks to us. John and I were clothed - there's something about a chainsaw that makes you want to wear pants and a shirt - but I gave her a frank look up and down, and she said, sheepishly. "I started my period. It'll be a couple of days before anyone wants me naked." But the shorts seemed to emphasize her belly and breasts, somehow, and her cunning hips. I stared after her departing form, and the line where her shorts rode the swell of her buttocks, until John cuffed me on the ear, laughing.

That night Penny and I went at it like a couple of virgin teenagers. She seemed more pent up, somehow. I wondered now how much she had been getting off on seeing Taylor naked. She wanted to be on top, and I let her. She held my wrists down on the pillows and ground her way to orgasm, her breasts shaking. I noticed how brown she was getting, and told her so. "Oh yeah," she said, quickly rolling over to let the semen coat her cervix. "It's been great. Taylor and I are getting all over tans. Well, we were, but she's wearing these silly shorts now."

"Yeah, we saw them."

"You saw them? She said she was going in the house."

"She brought out some cold drinks to us."

Penny seemed jealous - of Taylor, not of me seeing Taylor. Me seeing Taylor half-nude didn't seem to bother Penny much anymore. She tried to cover it. "Okay. The tramp," she laughed. "Giving you a show, eh?"

A couple of days later, Taylor was au natural again, but seemed to keep to the swimming pool, much as I had done the first day, trying to hide her sex. A couple of bright drops of blood were in the center of the chaise lounge when she got up; she was still bleeding a little. Penny saw it and mopped it up with the towel as Taylor slid into the pool.

By now, the girls nearly had all-over tans, almost perfectly even. John and I still had pale regions where we wore shorts as we worked, but we were spending less of our time working and more time sunning, either split up as couples or John and I spying on the girls. By now, they knew we were watching them, and we knew they knew, but a certain amount of pretense about it held, even though we would later swim in the pool together, all nude.

The girls seemed to spend more time oiling each other up, and one would straddle the other while she coated her back, buttocks, and legs. The one on bottom would look back and grin at the other, and then look up in our direction. They never quite kissed, but one would lean down and whisper to the other and laugh, her hair brushing the other's shoulder. The girls gave their husbands massages, lying on towels on the beach, and we gave our wives all-over rubdowns, just missing the clitori, just moving the cockhead around to get it out of the way, just avoiding the nipples, keeping it businesslike while our cocks stood up and drooled and their nipples froze into hardened points. We could do more on the beach; we were more circumspect in and around the pool, where we were in closer quarters. We were just far enough apart that we didn't have to look at each other; we were close enough that it was easy enough to do.

One day, after the girls had been whispering to each other for a while, laying side by side, they got up and went into the house. John and I looked at each other for a moment, then we followed them, sneaking into the house. We could hear sounds coming from the master bath, and I nervously peered in as far as the bedroom.

"Ow. Careful," Taylor whined from inside the bathroom.

"Just relax. It's all got to be wet and soapy," Penny said.

"Okay. Wow, that feels strange."

"Spread your legs a little more."

"I'll be honest; I could come with you doing this."

"Hold still."

"Let me see. Do you have a mirror?"

"Here."

Finally John got up and walked into the bedroom. "Hey ladies - wow. You're shaving Taylor? Hey, Chris, you ought to - nevermind," John said as they closed the bathroom door in his face. We got beers out of the kitchen and waited by the pool.

"So what am I in for?" John asked.

"The first time afterwards, she was almost too touchy. Then you kinda get used to it. It's no big deal," I said, fantasizing all the while about what Taylor's pussy looked and felt like now.

When Taylor came back out John and I both whistled at her; she didn't really look much different, because her blonde bush had already been light and wispy, and trimmed down to the smallest little triangle when her legs were closed. But she kept rubbing it when she thought I wasn't looking, and her legs were gaping open as she leaned back on the chaise lounge. She couldn't keep her hands off of herself. We all saw it, and she tried to be casual about it, but she looked flushed and she kept passing her fingertips by her clitoris. That night the noises coming from next door were erotic and intense, and Penny got caught up in it. It was supposed to be an off night, but she let me take her from behind, and rocked back into me. She had freshly shaved her own pussy when she took her shower that night, and I fingered her until she came before I started slamming into her. We were both crying out, as loud as they were. I had this crazy, dreamlike thought that we might as well all be on one big bed, as close as we were.

The following afternoon, which was when it happened, we were all a little tired; after the night's sex we had all put on t-shirts and sweats and drank beer in the living room until 1 a.m., trying to regain some sense of what was normal. Our vacation was over in a few days; Pam had already called a couple of times with minor issues, perhaps just to remind me she was back there on the job, and I couldn't help but think about all the things that were piling up on my desk.

"Do you think they're going to be like this when we get home?" Penny asked when we were wide awake in bed at 2 a.m.

"I don't know. I don't see them walking around their backyard, or ours, in the nude, if that's what you mean."

"I wonder. I think they've been holding back. Maybe they've been playing us a little."

I said that might be so, and finally drifted off to sleep.

We ended up on the beach that afternoon, the blankets a lot closer than usual. John was off in the surf when Penny asked me to rub her and Taylor down with more oil. I had been half-asleep. I rubbed Penny down first, then approached Taylor. I had seen every inch of her body for days now. She was brown, and as lean as ever - she got up early and ran on the beach at least every other day. I rubbed her back, and legs. They were hard, almost rubbery in their slick, muscular consistency. "Come on Chris, you don't want me to burn my butt. All over, don't be shy. We're friends now; you've seen it all." Her glutes, when I rubbed oil over them, were a bit softer, but still I could feel the big muscles that drove her when she ran, or when she humped John. I had a knee between her legs, which were slightly parted; there was no other way to get to it all except straddling her. She pushed back, and for a moment I could feel her hot, wet pussy on my thigh. It felt like a volcano. She rolled over, and smiled up at me like a lover. She could have guided me right into her then and there; the parts were lined up and there would be no way for me to resist. "Do the front, please," she whispered. I stroked her thighs, shins, and feet with oily hands, replenishing from the bottle again and again. She seemed to be soaking it up like a sponge. I could feel my penis throb; at one point it was bobbing rhythmically into the arch of her foot while I rubbed the top.

I got up and moved around to her head "The chest?" I croaked.

"Nothing more painful than burned titties."

I spread the oil around her chest and midriff. I tried to give it all equal attention, but I knew if I ever delved anywhere near her pussy I would never come back out, and her glistening orbs were so perfect to my hands. Nothing more painful than burned titties. Hers were warm and soft. Her nipples were hard. I looked down; my penis was rock hard, of course, and inches from her mouth. I looked over; Penny was staring at us, lust and fear doing laps in her own heaving chest.

I stood up. "I think we need a break. I'll get us all some beer," Taylor said.

I stupidly thought she was planning to carry them all in her slippery little hands. I forgot about the festive little cooler bag she had been bringing beer and sodas out in ever since we got here. "I'll go help you," I said. I was also thinking about getting in the house, getting cool. Going into the little bathroom and jacking off, baby or no baby. I walked off after her.

"I got it. I'll put them in the cooler bag, see?" Taylor said when we got in the house. "Go on, unless there's something else you need to do." A little domestic scene, just like any man would have with another man's wife, except that we were both naked and she was covered with oil. The cold air was helping me come to my senses. We left John and Penny out there on the beach, and Penny probably thought we were in here, me putting a baby in Taylor for all she knew. "We should get back out there, don't you think - Chris?"

***

What I can't remember, for all the talks that John and I have had on the porch swings back home, is that question of whether Taylor is on the pill. It seems they were going to start trying soon, but I can't remember where things stand. It seems they were going to try that very soon now. The girls had talked about it, but I can't remember if she had come off it. There's some time after coming off the pill where the doctor recommended that we use condoms, but that was a long time ago for Penny and I.

To be honest, the question didn't really occur to me until I was coming inside Taylor, deep and strong, both of us gasping with need and relief.