Secret Chest Pt 2
Giggling, Elle said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. You’re not my husband. I’ve never seen you naked. Nor have you ever seen me naked. I find this not only daring but quite thrilling!”
“Almost like strip poker without bothering with the cards,” I joked. “Would you rather we undress ourselves as we would at a nudist camp? If you need help undressing, I don’t mind.”
Blushing, Elle then said, “First, shouldn’t we establish some ground rules?”
“What type of ground rules?” I teased. “You mean, like no oral or anal sex?”
Again hiding behind her hands, she balked, “Well … um, I don’t know?”
“Meaning as long as I take you to new sexual heights, that I can wear my Get Mask and use my whips and chains?
Giggling, Elle said, “No, I’m not saying that, either.”
Eddie’s mother or not, did this sexy but innocent MILF any idea as to what I was referring to? Somehow I doubted it. Sympathetically, I offered, “If you need more time before getting naked, I’d like to see more of what Ted kept hidden in his secret chest.”
As if weighing her nakedness in my presence against fetching something even more explicit from Ted’s chest, she got up and stood before me for about a minute, blushing beet red. After leaving my presence a third time, she returned five minutes later, wearing nothing but a pink lace bra and matching panties, and toting a different magazine.
“We have all day, so what’s the rush?” Elle teased, obviously enjoying the effect her near nakedness was having on me. “Rather than stripping nude all at once, I thought I’d first test my comfort level at this stage of undress. Speaking of which, I think it’s only fair that you either strip down to your underwear or else change into this thong to even the playing field. Meanwhile, I’ll try to find the courage to discuss the sex acts described in this other magazine.”
After handing me the second magazine, Elle bashfully said, “I can’t bear looking at the pictures, much less read the text, not without taking a cold shower!”
Before bothering to look at the magazine, I first stripped off my shirt, slacks, jockey briefs, and sandals, as Elle looked on approvingly. I’d purposely kept my back to her before stripping off my briefs and changing into the thong. Even then, in addition to my derriere, I suppose I’d given her a peek at my hanging ball-sack and erection from behind whenever I bent over.
As I retook my seat next to Elle, I could feel her eyes locked in on my crotch. Indeed, 10” erections do create noticeable bulges. “Now,” I pleaded. “Let’s turn to page 27, so I can see what all the fuss is about.”
Not knowing quite what to expect, I’d leafed through the second magazine, finding that in addition to nudism that this magazine also dealt with open marriages. In contrast to the type of sex magazines I was used to seeing, most of the nudists depicted here appeared slightly overweight and between the ages of 30 and 70. Making their lifestyle seem more realistic to Elle, I figured, than if they’d all been tanned twenty-something models and perfectly fit instead. Text accompanied the photos of the three couple clan, further explaining their sexual openness. The magazine was dated 1984, long before Viagra was even heard of.
Once I saw the close-up photos of 64 year-old Olga sucking Brian’s 26 year-old cock on page 27, I considered Elle’s visual shock! I LOVE THE TASTE OF SEMEN, admitted Olga in the text. BUT, NOW THAT MY HUSBAND, ROY AND I ARE SENIOR CITIZENS, I FIND MYSELF CRAVING MORE EJACULATE THAN HE’S ABLE TO PROVIDE. FOR US, THIS THREE COUPLE ARRANGEMENT DEVOID OF STD CONCERN HAS WORKED OUT SPLENDIDLY!
Of all people, I noted, Roy had been the photographer of this photo essay. The good sport that he was, he’d even captured Brian’s ejaculate spurting into his wife’s open mouth in the last two photos on page 29. Another photo portrayed the other four members of their clan smiling at Olga’s extramarital blowjob with approval.
Stated Brian’s wife, Joyce (25), the youngest female in the group: I’VE LEARNED TO ACCEPT OLGA’S EAGERNESS TO INGEST MY HUSBAND’S JIZZ AT LEAST ONCE EVERYDAY WE’RE TOGETHER. I DON’T MIND, HOWEVER, SINCE SAMANTHA ALLOWS ME TO SHARE HER HUSBAND, ROBERT AS REPAYMENT FOR MY SELFLESSNESS. NOBODY CAN LICK PUSSY OR ASS QUITE LIKE ROBERT!
Stated Samantha, Robert’s wife (45): “I IMAGINE MANY OF YOU ARE WONDERING WHAT I GET IN REWARD FOR ALLOWING ROBERT TO LICK JOYCE’S TWAT AND ASSHOLE EVERYDAY WE’RE TOGETHER? WELL, FOR STARTERS, I’M BI-CURIOUS. THOUGH I’VE YET TO APPROACH JOYCE ON THE SUBJECT, I’M THINKING, SHE MIGHT NOT OBJECT IF I WAIT UNTIL ROBERT TANTALIZES HER ASSHOLE WITH HIS TONGUE BEFORE I INDULGE MYSELF WITH HER. LET’S NOT FORGET ROY! Samantha continues. SENIOR CITIZEN OR NOT, HAVE YOU NOTICED THE SIZE OF HIS COCK? MUST BE 9 INCHES OR CLOSE TO IT? WE DON’T FORBID SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH OUR OWN SPOUSES DURING OUR GET-TOGETHERS, THOUGH WE DO FROWN UPON IT. IN THAT RESPECT, OLGA HAS PROVEN THE BIGGEST CHEATER, OFTEN SLURPING ROY’S SPUNK IN ADDITION TO BRIAN’S AND ROBERT’S BEFORE EITHER JOYCE OR I HAVE OUR TURN. MAKING GETTING ROY’S BIG BUT FLACCID COCK IN ME SOMEWHAT OF A CHALLENGE AT TIMES. HOWEVER, WE’VE OVERCOME THIS SENIOR OBSTACLE. I’LL LET ROY EXPLAIN.”
Stated Roy (65): I CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT I’VE BEEN SUCKED DRY BY MY CUM THIRSTY WIFE, OLGA MORE TIMES THAN A COMPUTER SPREADSHEET COULD KEEP TRACK OF. BUT, NOT ONCE UNTIL I MET SAMANTHA HAS ANYONE EVER TONGUED MY ASSHOLE! IF FUCKING IS WHAT ROBERT’S WIFE WANTS, IT’S FUCKING SHE WILL GET, AS LONG AS SHE’S WILLING TO RE-IGNITE MY SENIOR HORMONES BY LICKING MY ASS CRACK IN KIND!
Stated Brian: WHAT MAN DOESN’T LIKE GETTING HIS DICK SUCKED? MANY OF YOU MUST BE QUESTIONING OLGA’S AGE DIFFERENCE AND MINE. YES, SHE SO HAPPENS TO BE JUST 5 YEARS YOUNGER THAN MY OWN GRANDMOTHER. AND BY THIS, I WAS EMBARRASSED INITIALLY. HOWEVER, ONE WOULD BE HARD PRESSED TO FIND ANYONE CRAVING SEMEN MORE THAN THIS LADY. AND FOR HER, ONE MOUTHFUL OF EJACULATE IS JUST AN APPETIZER!
“Lastly, Samantha’s husband, Robert (46) states: I CAN’T IMAGINE WHY, BUT BRIAN FAILED TO MENTION OLGA WEARING DENTURES? NO NEED TO BE SHY, YOUNG MAN, JUST ASK HER TO REMOVE THEM. AND SHE WILL! BELIEVE ME, THERE’S NOTHING QUITE LIKE GETTING A GUM-JOB FROM SOMEONE WHO LOVES GIVING THEM!
“I see what you mean,” I admitted, after noticing how soaked Ted’s thong had become with my pre-come. “This is hot stuff, hardly reading material for the Tabernacle Choir!”
From behind her hands, Elle continued peeking at my bulge, and at the thong’s wetness in particular. “Do men really like … doing those sorts of things?”
“Are you saying that Ted didn’t?” I dared to ask.
Shyly, Elle lowered her hands, and admitted, “I used to think not. But, now that I’ve peeked inside his secret chest and seen what’s inside, how can I be sure?”
Before even asking, of her answer, I was 99.9% certain. Brazenly, I asked, “Have you ever sucked a penis?”
“Not even kissed one?”
Squirming, as if further aroused by my bluntness, she again said, “No.”
“Ted never asked you to?”
“Hem-hawing, she confessed, Well, no, but whenever I got my period, he did seem to prefer having my face close to his pecker whenever I jerked him off.”
“You never took that as a hint? Considered sucking him off instead?”
“Yes, but what?”
“I wanted to try it, yes, but I was afraid Ted would think I was a whore.”
“Times have changed, Elle. Most men under seventy would consider your unwillingness to pleasure them orally rather prudish. Not that you’d ever had a polygamous relationship, but I wouldn’t think any less of you for admitting to sucking someone else off too.”
“For the record,” Elle protested. “I was a virgin when I married Ted, thank you very much! Is this some sort of ultimatum? Either suck your dick or else you’ll not bother with me? Even if I’m willing to remain nude for you during your visits?”
“No,” I lied. “I’m just saying that most men would find your oral fears a bit prim.”
For a moment Elle remained silent, but then removed her bra as if defeated. “After reading those magazines, I’m bored with being prim. I was hoping you could teach how not to be? Please, I’m so lonely. If you’ll spend the entire day with me, I’ll do whatever you want.”
To be continued …