Thursday night…

After a long-overdue discussion, I departed from Tori’s feeling more at ease. It was now not solely about engaging in sexual activities but also about understanding each other better.

Upon returning home, I found my mother just setting the table...

“Dinner will be ready in five minutes, Toby.”

I ascended to my room to remove my clothing, then returned to the kitchen.

This is only the third day of my inclusion into the nudist lifestyle. I won’t know how dad will feel regarding my nudity around mom until Sunday.

Following dinner, my mother and I watched television for a while before I retreated to my room to study. After a few hours of studying, just as I was preparing to end my night, my phone rang. I picked it up, and there was a message with an attachment...

Hey Lover,

Here is a little something to assist in alleviating your blue balls for the upcoming week. ;)

Kisses,

Tori

The video depicted her standing beneath the overhead showerhead. The water was sufficiently warm to envelop her in a delicate mist. It cascaded down like a gentle rainfall; droplets flowed over the alluring contours of her breasts. Beads of water trickled from her pink nipples. One hand caressed her silky, smooth skin, then glided downwards to her mound.

Two fingers explored the depths of her pussy while the other hand grasped the detachable showerhead. She gazed directly at the camera, offered a sultry expression, and directed the spray towards her breasts and nipples. Her moans resonated throughout the shower as she targeted the spray at her pussy and clit. It required little effort, and she cried out in bliss. Her body convulsed three times as she underwent a profoundly intense orgasm. Tori sensuously licked the juices from her two fingers, smiled, and blew a kiss before the video concluded.

Friday…

“Good morning, Mom. What is that delightful aroma?” I said as I settled into my seat at the table.

“Good morning, Toby. You are up quite early. What’s the occasion?”

“I wanted to have breakfast with you.”

Mom turned around to place the food on the table, “I’ve made French toast and bacon. The coffee is ready if you’d like some.”

She then approached and kissed me on the cheek. I returned the gesture, and she took a seat opposite me.

“It’s been three days, Toby. What were your thoughts on this nudist lifestyle?”

“Honestly, I am still getting used to it, but I’m worried about Dad. He won’t see me until Sunday, and I’m not certain how he would react to seeing me naked in front of you.”

“Don’t fret, son. Everything would be alright, and I want to let you know that I would be informing your father about everything that had happened this week.”

“Do you think that would be wise? I mean, are you really going to tell him about our shopping trip? Including everything about you, me, and Tori?”

“Yes, you know we have always been open with each other, and I have no intention of starting to keep secrets now.”

Oh no, I’m a dead man come Sunday.

I practically devoured my breakfast, excused myself, and prepared for school. After gathering a few items for my stay at Pete’s, I bid farewell to Mom. At that moment, I felt as if my brief life flashed before my eyes.

oOo

After tidying up the kitchen, I resolved to make Paul’s return from his fishing trip memorable. I ascended the stairs and donned a yellow polo shirt, of course without a bra. I selected a white thong and a pair of hip-hugger jeans. I put on a pair of white sneakers, and just as I was about to step out...

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Hello darling, I will be home around three this afternoon.”

“I appreciate the update, sweetheart, and I would be waiting for you in the spa.”

“I am looking forward to seeing you, babe. Speak soon, I love you.”

“Speak soon, my dear. Love you.”

After ending the call, I proceeded to the fish market and purchased two lobster tails. On my way back home, I made a stop at the liquor store to buy a bottle of Dom Pérignon. Upon returning home, I placed the lobsters in the refrigerator and began preparing a spinach salad. For dessert, I planned a special serving of chocolate-covered bananas.

After carrying all the items to the outdoor kitchen and storing them in the refrigerator, I proceeded to set the table. Once everything was arranged, I took a step back to conduct a final inspection. The cream-colored tablecloth was adorned with black cloth napkins, two champagne flutes, fine china, and two crystal glasses designated for water. The finishing touch consisted of two black candlesticks holding sandalwood candles.

Pleased with the appearance of the table, I returned inside the house to select a dessert, opting for a special serving of chocolate-covered bananas and strawberries. I ascended the stairs to prepare the bedroom and master bathroom. On Paul’s nightstand, I positioned a bottle of chocolate syrup alongside a banana and two sandalwood candles. On my own nightstand, I arranged two candles and a small bowl of strawberries. After lighting the candles, I then turned down the bedspread and proceeded to place and light candles in the bathroom.

I thoroughly inspected everything and then prepared myself for Paul’s arrival. Before I knew it, he would be home in thirty minutes. I conducted a final check in the bedroom and bathroom to ensure everything was perfect. Outside on the patio, I took one last glance at the table setting, lit the candles and took the lobster tails from the fridge. I set the tails on the counter and went back inside the house.

Back in the master bathroom, I gently applied Chanel #5 perfume behind my ears and on my neck. I glanced at the clock; Paul would be home any moment. I hurried downstairs and went over to the liquor cabinet. I hurried downstairs and went over to the liquor cabinet. I took two snifter glasses and the Glenfiddich 21 Year Old Grand Reserve Single Malt Scotch Whiskey, then headed outside. I went over and lit the candles on the table.

I walked over to the spa, stepped in, and placed the glasses and the bottle of scotch on the edge. After that, I took a seat, turned on the jets, and waited.

As if on cue, Paul emerged onto the patio completely nude and paused for a moment before approaching and joining me in the spa. At the age of 45, he remained in excellent condition. Standing at six feet four inches, he possessed a lean build and well-defined muscles. His blond hair was interspersed with strands of gray.

“You looked absolutely stunning, my dear,” he remarked as he entered the spa.

“And you appeared even more handsome than ever,” I replied.

As he settled down beside me, he commented, “I admire the table setting, and what is with the scotch? It must be something significant that you are about to share with me. I promise to remain silent until you have finished.”

While he spoke, I poured two glasses and handed one to him. Taking a deep breath, I enjoyed a generous sip from my glass. Paul mirrored my action, eagerly awaiting what I was about to reveal.

“Here it is in a nutshell… Toby and Tori have a sexual relationship with Derek’s approval. I was seduced by Tori and we are now lovers. Toby discovered us having sex and he ended up watching. Then I watched them and masturbated. A day or two later, I informed them that I would no longer participate, as I felt and still feel it’s morally wrong. Tori and Derek’s sex life needed a boost, I suggested the blue pill. She asked if I’d be there for support if Derek got upset. I agreed, it was about to turn into a threesome.”

I took another sip from my glass and proceeded, “Then she revealed a shocking truth; she possessed evidence of his four-month affair with his eighteen-year-old secretary. To my knowledge, that situation was still ongoing. Derek was removed by two men dressed in black who had been lurking in the shadows. She was initiating divorce proceedings. She had consented to engage in a threesome with us to rejuvenate our sex life, and I agreed. As a result, she has been and continues to be intimate with Toby when he goes over for work. During the day, while Toby is at school, she and I meet up. Though starting now, it won’t be everyday.”

“Please refill my glass, dear; I require it before I speak further,” he stated in an unexpectedly composed tone.

After a prolonged pause, he remarked, “Firstly, I am pleased for our son and believe they will be beneficial for one another post-divorce. Regarding a threesome with us, I do not consider it a wise choice. What sort of father would I be, engaging in sexual relations with my son’s girlfriend, and what would he think of me? That is entirely out of the question, despite its allure. Secondly, I appreciated that you had decided against joining them. It could have resulted in… I could not even begin to imagine that. I would expel him from my life, disown him, and would never wish to see or hear from him again. Thirdly, if you wished to maintain your arrangement with Tori, I am fine with that. However, do not expect me to…"

I interrupted Paul, stating, “I would never request this, and I would contact her tomorrow to inform her that I declined the threesome and explain my reasons. However, I believed she had likely reached the same decision herself. Regarding our return to a nudist lifestyle, Toby had adapted but was worried about your reaction when he returned home on Sunday and the three of us are...”

He interrupted me, saying, “My response would be to greet him and share details about the trip. There is no necessity for me to address what you had mentioned. Everything will be fine. Concerning our sexual relationship, I acknowledge that it had not been satisfactory, and that was my responsibility. I had allowed work deadlines to cause me stress, which will end on Monday when I resume work.”

We finished our drinks, and I kissed him fervently. He reached down to caress my intimate area as I grasped his thick member. We swiftly brought each other to the brink of climax. At that moment, I withdrew and said, “Take it easy, my dear. We had ample time ahead of us.”

I rose and exited the spa, making my way to the kitchen. Paul followed closely behind. I ignited the grill while he retrieved the salad from the refrigerator. I placed the lobster tails on the grill.

The sound of a cork popping prompted a question, “Darling, why the Dom?”

“We are celebrating a new beginning for us and our family, my dear husband.”

He took the other two glasses and filled them with water. After placing them back on the table, he approached me from behind. His firm erection nestled in the space between my buttocks. One hand caressed my breasts while the other rubbed my intimate area. I pressed against him, but he suddenly withdrew.

I glanced over my shoulder. “Why did you stop?”

“I don’t want the food to burn, and we have plenty of time,” he replied playfully.

“Smart ass, now go sit down; it will be ready shortly,” I said casually as I picked up a nearby dish towel and tossed it at him.

We both chuckled, and I turned my focus back to the lobsters. After another minute, they were ready, and I served them before taking a seat across from Paul. He lifted his champagne flute and proposed a toast, “To our new beginning.”

Our glasses clinked, and we began to enjoy our dinner. Once we finished and tidied up, I announced, “Dessert is being served upstairs.”

Paul seized the bottle of Dom while I took the two flutes. We entered the house, and I guided him to our bedroom. Standing at the foot of the bed, Paul poured the sparkling wine into our glasses, and we simultaneously drank from them. He then took my glass, along with his and the bottle, and placed them on the desk.

I climbed onto the bed and reached over to grab the bottle of chocolate syrup and banana from his nightstand. After placing them on his side of the bed, I reached for the bowl of strawberries and set it on my side. Lying on my stomach, I propped myself up on my left forearm, turning slightly to the left. My right breast was fully exposed as I clutched the white bedsheet with my hands.

Shaking my head, my black shoulder-length hair cascaded over my left shoulder. He turned to look at me, holding up the camera he had retrieved from a desk drawer.

He said, “You look so sexy and beautiful; hold that pose.”

I gave him a look that said, 'Come here and take me,' as he captured the moment with a snapshot. He placed the camera down, walked over, and joined me on the bed. I rolled onto my back and, in a sultry tone, said, "Dessert, eat." I then propped my head on a pillow to watch him enjoy his dessert.

Paul picked up the bottle, squirted syrup onto my lips, and we shared a kiss, indulging in the sweetness. He kissed down my neck and adorned my nipples with chocolate. He relished the flavor, making me moan as soon as his tongue made contact with the sensitive nub. After several minutes of teasing my nipples with his mouth, his kisses descended to my mound.

He positioned himself on his haunches, took the already peeled banana, and teased my slit. The more the banana glided up and down, the wetter I became. Paul literally covered my breasts in chocolate simultaneously. When my juices began to trickle from my pussy, he remarked, “Dessert’s ready.”

I watched as his fingers vanished into my pussy, prompting me to yelp. He fingered me to the brink of climax, leaving me writhing and moaning. Then, he suddenly withdrew his fingers. He coated the banana with my juices, took a bite, and offered me a taste. The man would dip his fingers inside me, cover the banana with my juices, and share the delectable fruit.

After we finished the banana, I took a strawberry and rubbed it on my breast. I placed it between my lips, and Paul consumed it until our lips met. That kiss was the most passionate one we had shared in quite some time. He then began to lick and suck the chocolate from my breasts. By this point, I was dripping wet and craved to taste him.

“On your back, stud.” I straddled his hips, my back facing him.

I sensed his gaze upon me as I lowered myself onto his rock-hard cock. His strong, robust hands held my hips as I rode my stallion to an overwhelming climax. We appeared as two wild beings engaged in the act of copulation. An ample amount of semen flowed from my completely satisfied pussy..

I positioned myself on my knees and felt him withdraw from my pussy. I quickly shifted to the side, took the syrup bottle and drizzled chocolate over the bulbous tip. We watched as the sweetness gradually trickled down the shaft to the smooth balls.

“Mmm, looks delicious.”

I smacked my lips and began to swirl my tongue around that exquisite crown. The combination of chocolate and precum was delightful. I licked the shaft repeatedly from the base to the tip until all the chocolate was consumed. He placed his hands on the back of my head as I savored the dark sweetness from his balls, filled with the cream I adore.

When my lips encircled the head, he pushed my head down until my nose made contact with his pubis. As he released his grip, I simultaneously seized the bottle and slid my mouth up the throbbing shaft. That delectable manhood popped out, and I squirted more chocolate over it. By this point, he had been moaning, groaning, and pleading for me to allow him to come.

He watched as I stroked his cock. He took the bottle and then covered me in chocolate from my breasts to my belly button. Paul was nearing his climax as I stroked the shaft; he was thrusting his hips upward as if he were penetrating me. Then it occurred—he released the largest load I have ever witnessed from him. His cum landed on his chest, cascading down his stomach and over my hand, his cock, and his balls.

“Yummy, more dessert.” I said, just before I smacked my lips.

I savored the delightful combination of chocolate and cum and surprised Paul with a kiss. He did not recoil; rather, the kiss deepened. I positioned myself atop him, writhing and spreading the chocolate across our bodies.

“I love you, Evie.”

“I love you, Paul.”

After a while, we rose from the bed and made our way to the walk-in shower. On our way, he paused at the desk to grab the bottle of Dom. Once in the shower, he took a sip from the bottle and kissed me. We shared the sparkling drink, and then I followed suit. Still clutching the bottle, I squatted before Paul, pouring some champagne over his still erect cock and savoring the taste. The blend of bubbly, chocolate, and cum was exquisite. He then took the bottle and poured some over each breast, licking up the delightful mixture of chocolate and champagne.

“This has been some desert, and now it’s time for the creampie.” he remarked as I turned and placed my hands on the full-length mirror.

“Please, fuck me and fill me with your seed, stud.”

He placed the bottle on the bench and approached me from behind. The man appeared incredibly attractive, his body was adorned with chocolate. I felt his hands on my hips once more as he entered me with a single thrust. We gazed at our reflections in the mirror while I was taken hard and fast. My chocolate-covered breasts bounced, and I observed as a hand reached around to massage one of my breasts before presenting me with a delectable finger to lick.

Within five minutes, sounds of ecstasy echoed in the shower and wafted into the bedroom. I reached my climax just before Paul, then felt his essence splash against the soft walls of my pussy. He embraced me until we descended from our euphoric heights. He withdrew from my warmth, and I activated the showerhead above us. After we cleansed each other and dried off, the bed linens were swiftly replaced. We climbed onto the bed and cuddled, drifting into slumber, knowing that upon waking, more pleasure awaited us.

Meanwhile somewhere in the city…

A woman shouted, "You deceitful son of a bitch!"

Five gunshots echoed through the night. Once the chaos subsided and the smoke dissipated, two motionless bodies were found on the ground. Law enforcement and a detective reached the location and collected statements from witnesses. One of the officers, along with the detective, was required to conduct a home visit.

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