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 ï>¿A Sexual Chronicle by CaptainPervlord

   A SEXUAL CHRONICLE PT.  01

   Katie asks me to choose her clothes for the day.

   I woke up late in the morning on a sunny, spring day with the urge to do
nothing productive at all for the whole weekend.  I expressed this desire
to my girlfriend, Katie, as she rolled over and stretched next to me.

   "Not a chance, buster," she scolded me.  "We haven't had a day at home
in weeks.  We need to clean this damn apartment top to bottom.  You can
fuck around tomorrow, but we're getting this shit done today."

   I groaned and tried to hide under my pillow.

   "Hey, I'll make it fun for you.  You pick my outfit for today, alright?"

   I emerged from my hiding place to see her wink one big, sparkling green
eye at me.  There something so inviting about the little smile running
along her pink lips.  Fuck, I was a lucky man.

   "I'm gonna get up and take my shower.  When I get back in here, I'll put
on whatever you've left out on the bed for me and wear that for the whole
day.  Pick something cute and give yourself a nice view to work to.  The
glasses are the only thing you don't get a say in.  No trying to make me
too blind to see you slacking."

   A cracked a wide grin.  The potential for mischief lit a fire under me.
Maybe getting out of bed today wasn't such a rough prospect after all.  Kat
got up and stretched more by the side of the bed.  Medium-length, feathery
hair that started dark and was dyed at the tips whipped around and the
fabric of a baggy t-shirt swished as she worked the kinks out of her
joints. The sleep outfit was more about comfort than sex appeal, but the
moments in her routine where it rode up to the base of her ass cheeks or
the very tip of her cameltoe, or fell back over her breasts to show the
shape of hard nipples did more than enough for me.  Not to mention the pair
of wonderful, naked thighs that were falling out the bottom of it, marking
my mind think about the place they led up to, just out of sight.  She
slinked from the bedroom, leaving me to my choices with a fetching final
swing of the hips.

   I was alone with a rock hard boner and a mind in overdrive.  I had so
many options!

   My first thought was to lay out only underwear.  I recalled some of the
best lingerie she'd ever modelled for me -- strappy numbers, sheer numbers,
skimpy things and items that were 90% or more just lace.  I'd been saying
for ages she should try to find something cupless or crotchless, or at
least with revealing cutouts, but we'd never got round to shopping for it.
Damn shame.

   Then, I thought about laying out everything except the underwear.  In
this plan, I would bring out the shortest, smallest skirt and top I could
find, and make sure she got all the jobs that involved bending forward. 
She'd be teasing me all day if I got her like that.

   It was at about this stage in the process that I ditched the briefs I'd
slept in, now with a tiny wet spot around the crotch area.  They were too
tight for this kind of consideration.  I paced the room nude, my hard dick
bouncing ahead of me.  It was a curious feeling.  Usually if it got so hard
while I was up and about, it'd end up tucked safely into a waistband until
it went down.  So much motion with it totally free pulled on the muscles in
a way I hadn't expected.

   I got back to my ideas.  Bottoms only?  A classic.  Tops only?  Oh baby,
bottomless could really do it for me, for reasons I'd never quite been able
to articulate.  I think it had something to do with the idea of being
mostly dressed but totally exposed at the same time.

   But that still didn't feel like it was using this opportunity to its
fullest potential.

   My mind went to costumes.  A French maid would be pretty fitting, but we
didn't have anything like that.  We had good, hot sex, but we'd never gone
as far as full dressup and role play.  Something to prepare for next time
maybe.

   Hell, what if I just left nothing at all on the bed?  Would she get the
message and just go nude for the day?  That got me twitching, the idea that
she would have to be totally bare and visible to me but do normal things
like I wasn't drinking in all the new angles.  But if there was nothing on
the bed, she might think I'd decided to just not play along, get mad and
dress herself instead.

   I absolutely could not afford to risk that.

   So I had to lay something out to show I was game.  A hat?  I could sing
the song as she walked out in it.  Shoes?  Socks?  Thigh-highs?

   Then the idea hit me.

   She'd been experimenting with shibari lately.  The other week, she'd
snapped me a really impressive rope harness she'd done herself.  I wasn't
super into bondage, but I sure had appreciated the visual.  I'd been
wanting to get an in-person look at the setup ever since, but we hadn't had
that kind of prep-time before a fuck since.  I dug under the bed and found
the bundle of red velvet rope and laid it out for her to find, making sure
all the loose clothes waiting to be washed were well away so there'd be no
confusion.

   My heart was pounding.  Would she think it was too much?  Call me too
bold and tell me off?  I had to risk it.

   At least the fear of an awkward talking to made my cock flag enough to
get some clean briefs and a pair of shorts on.  While I was soft enough to
do it effectively, I snuck into the bathroom to pee.  Not much to see
through the foggy shower door but a blurry silhouette.  The looseness of
the shirt (now discarded alongside a pair of cheeky red panties on the
floor) sold the shape she was in way short.  Katie was a little on the tall
side to have ever been a gymnast, but she had the build for it in every
other way.

   "Did you get my outfit ready, babe?" she asked over the white noise of
the showerhead.

   "You better believe I did!"

   I washed my hands and retreated to the couch to game a little until she
was done.  It was a battle to keep my thoughts from straying to what I was
about to see.

   After a little bit, the shower shut off and I caught Katie slipping back
between the bathroom and the bedroom.  She had her towel held in front of
her.  It wasn't wrapped all the way around; that would have been
excessively modest for such a short trip in front of the guy she regularly
fucked, but it was enough to keep me wanting the goods.  I got an eyeful of
more thigh and glimpse of ass before she disappeared.  Try as you might,
Katie, you won't be able to hide the goods from me for long!

   I gamed a little longer, figuring the harness would take a while to set
up.  The fact that she took so long was encouraging.  If she wasn't doing
it, she'd have just come right out and said so.

   "You must think you're so clever,' she said at last, still hidden around
the doorway.  I detected a little quiver in her voice, like she was
actually nervous to come out in such a naked, vulnerable state.  If she
could see her body the way I did, she'd know there was absolutely nothing
to worry about.

   "Counterpoint, I know I'm so clever.  Why don't you come on out and let
me see if my fashion sense is as good as I think it is."

   "Har har.  I can still take this thing off, you know?  I don't have to
let you see it."

   "Now that's not fair," I protested.  "You agreed to spend the day in
whatever I laid out.  That was the only thing that got me out of bed!" I
decided to press my luck.  "Besides, you're the one who thinks cleaning up
is so urgent.  It'll only take longer if you have to go back and change, so
you might as well come out here and get started now."

   I could almost feel her eyes rolling through the wall.

   But Katie did appear.  One long, pale leg first, and the rest of her
following.  I nearly had a heart attack at the sight.  She'd tied what I'm
told is called a karada, or tortoise shell harness.  It started around her
neck and moved down the middle of her body in a column of diamonds with
ropes coming off the sides and reaching all the way around her body.  To
the left and right of the place the first two diamonds met were two
moderate, perky breasts, framed perfectly by the ropes.  Her nipples stood
on end in the middle of ruddy, pebbled areolas, revealing the arousal
underneath her uncertainty.  Around her stomach and hips, the harness
pressed in, indenting the skin slightly.  Even from this distance, I could
literally see how soft her skin was.

   And then, the real prize.  The bottommost diamond was not closed off,
and instead, the ropes of its lower half were pulled tight under her
crotch, going past either side of her pussy.  There, they pressed inward
too, making her labia seem even more prominent, as if pressed forward
though the gap.  I think I detected a little gleam of wetness on the lips
as well.  She kept her pubes trimmed into a short, neat wedge just above
her cunt, and it overlapped the ropes slightly.

   She shifted on her feet.  One moment, her posture invited me to look,
arms akimbo as if to say "there, are you happy now, see if I care what you
look at." The next, she was twisting away from me and trying to hide the
good bits.  And then back again.

   "That's stunning," I managed, realising I should say something to
indicate the first set of body language was the right one.  "I'd dress you
like that every day if I could."

   I got up and moved closer to her.  She started to look more at ease. 
Enough so to return a smirk, anyway.  "You wouldn't dress me at all if you
thought could get away with it."

   I reached her and traced the lines of the ropes with my fingers, using
them to guide a path across her skin.  I occasionally hooked my finger
under, testing the tightness, and the potential use of the harness to pull
her toward me.  It worked like a dream.  Her soft and oh-so naked body
pressed against my t-shirt.  "I almost went with that as an option," I
confessed.

   "Oh?  What happened?"

   The tips of our noses were touching.  I could smell her toothpaste.  I
saw myself reflected in her glasses -- the shape thin red frame crossing
her face an echo of the red net around her body.  I moved in for the kiss.
Open mouth.  My racing heart and throbbing libido wouldn't accept anything
less.  It was a chaotic, fast, wet sort of making out.  Tongues danced and
intertwined and wrestled, the knot they formed moving between my mouth and
hers and back again.  Hands were on asses and squeezing hard on both sides.
Holy shit, half the time our kissing didn't get this intense even when we
fucked.  I was really onto something here.

   "I didn't think I could get away with it," I said slyly.  "But I'd hoped
this might be the start of some kind of slippery slope."

   I pulled back just enough to get a hand between us and slide a few
fingers into the cleft between her lower lips.  I moved them back and forth
through the hot, soaking valley they found.

   "And it's not the only thing that's slippery."

   I moved my hand up into that close-cropped bush, raking my
now-lubricated fingers through the hair.  I traced the parts of it on the
outside of the crotch ropes.

   "We should shave this in a little closer, make it match the shape of the
harness.  That'd be so fucking hot."

   "We?" she asked, smiling.  Valid point.  But I could see from the glint
in her eye and the way she licked her lips -- practically drooling -- that
she agreed with me.  Her hands came to the front too and started exploring.
My heartbeat pounded as they undid the fly on my shorts and worked my cock
through the second fly in the front of my briefs, balls and all.  With some
difficulty, on account of its incredible and unyielding hardness right now.
She kissed my neck as she gave it half a dozen slow, gentle strokes.

   Then, she moved her lips to my ear and whispered, "we have to clean."

   Blue ball incident of the century right here.  I groaned as she stepped
away, glowing in a whole-body blush and jiggling everywhere it was right
for a woman to jiggle.  This would be as bad for her as it was for me, but
the conclusion would be even more explosive when we did get around to it. I
grabbed the front of my pants and considered the kinds of angles I'd have
to work with to put my dick away.

   "Ah-ah," Katie said, playfully slapping my hands.  "If you're going to
spend the whole day perving on my titties and my ass and my pussy like I
know you will, it's only fair I get to see how much of the day you spend
hard for me.  Leave it out.  Just like that."

   My heart pounded as I turned around to follow her back into the living
room, my hard rod leading the way, a drop of pre-cum dangling from the tip.
She kept looking back at it, and couldn't keep my eyes off her ass, round
and taut, the two ropes I'd seen disappear from the front having met
somewhere around the bottom to scale her back in parallel lines.  She
walked with that same sway she'd taken into the bathroom after she got up.
Her confidence in this getup was increasing.  Fuck me, it was hot.

   I won't bore you with the fine details of the cleaning.  Suffice to say
that she was right, we were living like grubs after a handful of busy
weeks. There was dust, rubbish, washing and all kinds of things out of
place.  What I will say about the portion of the day in which we acted like
functional adults instead of sex-crazed young lovers is that every time she
saw me flag and start to dangle out the front of my pants instead of point,
she found something to do close to the floor.  From straightening the
bottom shelves of bookcases to suddenly noticing something left by her
feet, there was always a reason to bend over -- and always at the waist,
always facing away from me.  The ropes framed her glistening pussy even
more beautifully from this angle than they had from the front.  She would
twist in her bent-forward pose to watch her handywork -- my rising cock --
giving me a view of her tits hanging and swinging with the motion.  Then,
she would wink or blow a kiss.

   I was ready to explode within ten minutes.  The pressure on my
self-control was twofold.  First, of course, was Katie.  So naked, so
exposed, and so mine.  I savoured the moments when she forgot she was nude
and the ones where she remembered and was momentarily sheepish about it
equally.  She had nothing I hadn't seen up close and in great detail, and
we both knew it, but somehow this was different.  The other factor was that
she'd turned the tables and exposed me the same way.  She was stealing
glances, following how I felt about her state in real time, occasionally
transfixed by the way I bounced around when I tried to walk normally at
full mast.

   What can I say, sometimes guys want to feel wanted too.  And not just
wanted wanted.  I was being ogled drooled over like meat.  Maybe
objectified, even.  I wasn't just wanted by this woman, I was wanted in the
same hungry, horny way that men want women.

   Maybe all women feel that kind of attraction, or maybe it works
different for them.  All I know is that it's rare to find one willing to
express it like this.

   Of course, we played while we worked as well.  We would pass each other
as we did our chores and I would tweak a nipple, smack an ass cheek, run a
few fingers through her labia, or just grab a rope and pull her in for a
kiss.  In turn, she would give me one or two tugs or a brief tickle on the
tip of my dick when she came near me.  One time, when she was cleaning the
floor on all fours and I was done lingering at the rear to admire the view,
she quickly grabbed me and pulled my whole cock down her throat for just a
second before letting me go.  She had no idea how lucky she was not to get
a facefull of cum after all this (mostly) hands-off edging.  The next time
I caught her down low, I knelt behind her and smacked her round ass cheeks
with my tool.  We both gave a little shiver of pleasure, so I aimed myself
at her cunt.  A set of fingers appeared between her legs, blocking my way
but also pressed in hard enough to give her some real pleasure.

   "No fucking until the apartment's clean," she said breathily.

   I looked at the shiny pussy juice welling between her fingers.  "You're
the one jerking off instead of cleaning," I teased.  "I just thought I'd
help."

   "You dickhead," she said, but it came out a sigh.

   We carried on teasing each other and working far more slowly than we
otherwise would have for a little longer.  Finally, Katie returned from
dropping off some rubbish in the kitchen and declared, "I think this place
is finally looking liveable, don't you?"

   I answered by pouncing on her, initiating the kind of kiss where teeth
clash together.  We were all hands and those hands were everywhere.  I
squeezed and fingered and I sucked her face, and she handled cock and balls
like a pro, with one had each, regularly alternating.  The head of my dick
was mostly being mashed into her soft midsection, in between the ropes, and
it all felt like heaven.

   We stumbled around the living room until she broke off and cocked her
leg up on the arm of the couch, spreading her cunt wide.  She was dripping.
Literally dripping.  So much for having just cleaned the floor.

   "Do me now," she whimpered.  "I need it!"

   Don't have to tell me twice.  I put a leg on the couch to get myself
lined up properly and plunged into her.  Her sopping pussy offered no
resistance whatsoever.  There was no reason to start slow or hold back, and
I don't think I could have managed it even if there was.  We jackhammered
into each other, thrusting and grinding and pushing hard into open-mouth
kisses while fingers raked along spines and groped asses.

   I reflected, as much as I was able to think about anything but my
rhythm, that we'd always been a bedroom-only kind of couple when it came to
sex.  When we first got the apartment together, I'd had a horny daydream of
making a point of christening every room that had never panned out.  It had
been mostly Kat rebuffing my attempts to heat things up on the couch and in
the kitchen, telling me "no, our friends have to sit on this thing" and
"hey, this is a food-prep area." It wasn't that that she was a prude
(obviously) it just seemed that sex, to her, happened in the bedroom, and
that was the best place for it.  The best I'd had was one or two good fucks
under the shower.

   But now, here she was, begging for the hardest dicking I could deliver,
right over our freshly cleaned living room couch.  There was no shame in
her desperation.  There was no thought that after hours of teasing, we were
spraying far more fluid than the lazy movie night fucks she'd turned down
were likely to have produced.  She definitely didn't give a fuck if our
friends would have to sit where we'd done it!

   She came quickly, holding my shoulders and arching backwards as the
climax rolled in.  Her tits pointed at the ceiling, nipples harder than I'd
ever seen them, breasts bouncing upward in a battle against gravity as she
rode the waves of her orgasm.  I was only a moment behind, and the results
were explosive.  I stiffened and shook as pleasure radiated up and down my
body, extending in a ripple of hypersensitivity to the ends of my limbs. 
We held each other as the mutual throes subsided, then collapsed in a
panting heap on the couch.

   I like to think I usually last a little longer than that, but I didn't
feel self-conscious about it at all.  Today's sex hadn't just been the
penis-in-vagina time, it had been the hours we'd spent toying with each
other beforehand.  We'd finished so quick because we'd been building it up
so long.  We were both satisfied, anyway, and that was the important part.



   A SEXUAL CHRONICLE PT.  02

   We afterglow and talk fantasies, but get interrupted.

   We spent god knows how long just afterglowing before either of us spoke.

   "I've never been turned on like that before," Kat whispered.  I was
inclined to agree.  "At first I thought the whole thing was silly, staying
in just the ropes.  I was so embarrassed to walk around with them on
outside the bedroom, and when we weren't just about to have sex.  But then
I felt your eyes on me and..."

   As she spoke, she'd spread her legs and started idly playing with the
engorged lips of her pussy.  Comingled juices dripped in creamy white
dollops between her fingers.  It didn't quite seem to be masturbation in
the normal way, just a casual fidget in a place that felt good to her.  I
wondered what the world record was for time taken between a hard cum and a
new erection, because I probably had a real shot it if she kept going like
this.

   "...it felt so fucking good," she continued.  "I never imagined it could
be so hot just to be looked at.  And to be naked where it feels like I
shouldn't be."

   "You're not naked, you're wearing the ropes," I pointed out.

   She looked down over her body, inviting me to follow the path of her
eyes over the beautiful tits, heaving with every breath and still showing
red finger marks, still tipped by nipples hard enough to cut glass.  Below,
so much creamy midsection skin, prickled with sweat where it showed between
the harness.  And then, the dark wedge of bush, all mussed up by the flurry
of motion in the area, and the soft pinkness being kneaded between her
fingers.  Long, firm legs led in two different directions, splayed apart
with no remaining shame for the private places exposed completely.  Yeah,
not naked at all.  Technically clothed, if you really stretched the term,
but not at all covered.

   "Plus," I added, "it's our apartment.  We can be naked -- or roped --
wherever and whenever we want."

   "I wouldn't have thought there was much point in that, when we weren't
about to have fun.  I'm going to have to rethink that.  It's like we
weren't being sexy, but we were, somehow.  I was seeing and feeling all my
bits move around in ways they don't usually get to without at least having
some undies around them.  I bet you saw some new angles that don't happen
in bed as well."

   "I sure did." I tried not to drool at the memories.  "I think what made
it work so well was the contradictions.  There's all these things we get
told we're not meant to share.  Boobs.  Pussies.  Dicks.  Society says they
absolutely have to be private and it's a huge deal if people know what
those things look like.  From the moment you hit puberty, they're only
meant for you and one lover at a time, and only when you're in an intimate
area like a bedroom or a bathroom.  And it all goes double for when they're
aroused.  And I know it's not like we went out in public or anything, but
we still took all those taboo bits and flaunted them to each other, all
turned on, but not in the socially mandated spaces at the socially mandated
time.  We were showing off everything no one's meant to see, and we acted
like it was nothing."

   She laughed at my philosophising.  "Dude, you're gonna flip your shit
when you learn about nudists."

   "Hey, maybe I'm overthinking it a little, but it can't be that far off.
I felt the same way you did, walking around with my cock out, having you
always wiggle yourself at me to make sure it stayed hard.  I liked that you
were looking too, by the way." I started gently stroking myself, back to
about three-quarter mast by now.  "A girl should be able to give as good as
she gets in the perving department."

   Kat gave me a helping hand, rubbing the mix of cum and grool on her
fingers across my tip while I worked on the shaft.  "I know you love
attention," she teased, "but I couldn't help it with a dick like this.  We
should do more of this.  Maybe try..." she breathed, obviously
self-conscious about escalating the game into new territory "...something
like a nude beach sometime."

   My heart skipped a beat.  I never thought Katie could be so into the
same exhibitionist/voyeur stuff as I am, let alone to the point of pitching
public nudity herself.  "I've fantasised about that kind of thing before,
how all your skin would look soaking wet and lit up by the sun.  But my
understanding's that real nudists don't act like the ones in the Literotica
stories.  They don't appreciate people walking around hard and wet, and
they certainly don't want to see any fucking.  Stupid bastards don't want
it to be a sex thing."

   "And you want a sex thing, naughty boy?"

   "I would fucking love a sex thing." We were nuzzling each other by now,
soft neck and collar-area kisses, hot breath tickling, her wanking me in
earnest while I took a boob in hand and entertained myself spiralling my
fingertip inward around the areola, then gently twisting and tugging the
nipple, making her gasp.  "I want to walk around totally naked and
completely hard and I want..." I hesitated at sharing the fantasy "...all
the cute nude girls there to be able to see how fuck-ready my cock is and
think about what they could do with it while I go to you, all naked and
spread-legs and wet and fuck you in every way I can think of and every hole
you've got without stopping for a second to think about where we are or who
might see."

   "And do the cute nudie girls all clap when you cum?" Her tone seemed to
have gotten a little harder at the mention of other girls, but I'd know by
now if I'd really crossed a line.

   "Only when I'm feeling particularly self-indulgent.  You can show off to
whatever naked beach guys are your type too, I guess."

   "How generous of you.  Not going to get jealous they can see all those
precious secret spots of mine that've been only yours for so long?"

   That was a fair point, I probably would get jealous.  "Nah, it's only
fair," I answered.  We could deal with that if it we ever actually got the
chance to make this a reality.  For now, it was just a hypothetical.

   "Damn right it's only fair," she said and kissed my mouth.  It couldn't
have been more than a few minutes, but we were already warming up again.

   "I can't believe I've got all day to enjoy you like this," I said,
breaking off the kiss and moving my head to her chest.  I ran my tongue up
and down the full arc of a breast, deliberately avoiding the nipple for as
long as I could help it to build anticipation.  She was shuddering by the
time I took the firm nub into my mouth and started to suck, lick and
nibble.

   A small distraction: her phone, left on the arm of the couch due to an
obvious lack of pockets, buzzed and flashed.  She cocked her head to the
side to skim the notification, running her hands through my hair as she did
it.

   "Ah, fuck," she said.

   "What's wrong?"

   "We have to cut the fun a little short, babe.  Sarah's in the area.  She
wants to stop in and drop off that game she borrowed."

   "Tell her we're out," I said, punctuating the thought with a quick suck
on the other tit.  "Or busy."

   "I want my game back.  She's had it for months now.  Come on, we can
pick right back up after she leaves."

   Katie slipped out from under me and stood up.  She stretched herself a
little, now completely free of any instinct to cover or hide herself. 
Still lying down, I was at eye level with her wet cunt.  It was mostly an
innie, with a little knot of outward labia I thought added a great bit of
visual flair to the slit.  Her clit was visible at the front too, begging
to be played with.  She gave her hips a little sway, revelling in the
attention.

   "Come on, perv," she said.  "You have to change those shorts too."

   I looked down.  Having never fully undressed, the front of my pants had
spent the whole session right in the splash zone, and was now shining with
dried fluids.  There would be no explaining that away if Sarah saw it.

   But then I thought about Katie's best friend, and their history
together, and what I knew of their relationship.  I knew that through uni
they'd had a mutually bi-curious phase that had resulted in a lot of making
out at parties but little else.  Katie regretted on some level not taking
the chance to properly explore her sexuality in a more private setting
better suited to introspecting on her identity.  She said she'd thought
early on in our relationship about asking for an open relationship just for
Sarah, just to try, but had decided it wasn't fair on me to ask.  I knew
that as close female friends often did, they would change in the same room
and were pretty casual about hopping in and out of showers when they were
getting ready for a night out (something about that kind of openness also
really triggered the casual nudity thing I'd monologued about before).  And
I knew that Sarah had a wild side that had led her into hookups,
threesomes, kink and polyamorous relationships of all kinds in the past,
though she was single now.

   Basically, I saw an opportunity.  And despite having already pushed my
luck pretty damn far today, I decided to shoot for it.

   I balled up all my courage and said, "you promised me you'd wear what I
laid out all day.  It's still the middle of the afternoon, so you can just
stay like that."

   "You're bad," she scolded me.  "Don't you think we've fulfilled enough
of your jerk-off fantasies for one day?  What's your game plan, perv?"

   "No plan," I lied, "I just want to see you stay true to your word.  That
means remembering that you're fully dressed with just the ropes I laid out
for you." She planted her hands on her hips and took on a stubborn power
stance, pouting down at me.  The motion made her breasts jiggle.  The
open-leg stance gave me a divine view I didn't let go to waste.  I spoke
again before she could rebut me.  "What's the problem?  She's seen you
naked before, right?  The way you girls get changed and whatever."

   Katie turned pink from head to toe.  I seemed to have caught her a
little off-guard, because she pulled her legs in a little, and her hands
started to move subconsciously in front of her most vulnerable zones.  "I
mean, come on, it's not like that.  A little flash of like literally one
boob or just ass while we're getting dressed isn't the same thing as being
in a full bondage getup with my boobs and pussy literally all the way
fucking out!  She'll know it's a sex thing!"

   I scoffed.  "She's a big girl.  An adult woman, even.  She knows what
grown-ups in relationships do when they're alone in their own homes.  The
way you guys act, I'd be shocked if you hadn't shared a few intimate
details with her already."

   "It's not the same!"

   "You weren't gonna share with her the new way we spiced up our sex
life?" I asked.  "And you think when you do she isn't gonna get all fake
flirty with you and ask why you didn't have it on when she came over?  I
know she teases you."

   "You've got some fucked up male assumptions about how female friendships
work," she said.  But she hadn't actually denied it.  Maybe not all women
shared with their friends when the sex with their boyfriend was good or bad
and flirted in an only-joking-unless-you're-into-it way and stole glances
of tits and ass while they got changed, but these two certainly did.  I'm
no Sherlock Holmes, but I listened, I watched and I paid attention.  It
occurred to me that I might be a hypocrite -- that I'd be furiously jealous
if my girlfriend had that kind of almost-a-thing-but-not-quite relationship
with a male friend, that I was only okay with it because the idea of Katie
and Sarah doing hot bisexual things with each other turned me on.  I did
the only thing I could when confronted with such a deep personal
contradiction: I made peace with the fact I was self-serving pervert and
went on with my life.

   I could see, in the time I'd spent introspecting, that Katie had thought
it over too.  The movement was slight, but I was pretty sure the hand that
had started covering her crotch was now brushing against her clit.

   "Fine," she said, breathing deep.  "We'll keep your little game going.
I'll let her know." She started tapping away on her phone.

   "You don't have to do that.  Just act like everything's normal when you
let her in.  Imagine the look on her face when you're just going around
like it's nothing but she's finally getting more than a change room glance,
like we know she wants."

   Katie bit her lip.  "You're just imaging the look on your dick. 
Besides, this is still a sex game.  Bringing her in makes her part of it,
even when it's just wearing our outfits in front of her.  She'll know we're
getting off on it and she might not want to be part of that.  None of
whatever fucked up thing you think comes of this is happening without
consent."

   Ugh, how's that for a reality check?  She was right though, not making
our longtime friend uncomfortable had to come leagues and leagues ahead of
what made my dick twitch.  Real relationships couldn't be treated the same
as porny fantasies.  And hey, I was still doing pretty fucking well for
myself this afternoon.

   The phone buzzed again and Katie sighed.  I frowned, expecting bad news.

   "She's cool with it," my girlfriend confirmed.  "Enthusiastically cool
with it."

   Aha.  She was nervous, not disappointed.

   "That's great," I said.  "I'm gonna find those clean shorts."

   She grabbed my cock as I tried to move past her to the bedroom.  "Ah-ah.
We said that as long as I'm wearing this for you, you're showing yourself
to me, too.  Neither of us is getting changed."

   Oh.  Oh my god.  Jesus fucking christ.  It was one thing for me to be
dick out in front of Katie, for obvious reasons.  It was one thing for her
to be pussy out with Sarah, with their history.  It was another entirely
between me and Sarah, who'd never had any sexual contact or seen body parts
that a swimsuit would cover.  There would be no hiding myself from her, not
when the scenario inevitably made me hard.  And it would be totally unequal
-- she'd be seeing the most intimate part of me, but I wasn't going to see
any of her (unless I really was the luckiest man alive) and somehow that
only enhanced it all for me.  The rules say that if you are gonna share
your private bits, you're doing it with someone who also shares theirs with
you.  Even in the nudist loophole, everyone was equally exposed and if
there was ogling, it could be mutual.  There was something even more taboo
and therefore even more arousing about flaunting it all in front of someone
who'd be giving nothing back.



   A SEXUAL CHRONICLE PT.  03

   Sarah arrives, and is happy to watch.

   I don't think I flagged for a minute in the time we were waiting for
Sarah to arrive.  Katie went to the toilet at one point and I could help
noticing that when she came back, the pubic wedge that had overlapped the
ropes before was now perfectly lined up inside them.  My girlfriend had
evidently decided that if there was to be a show, it needed to be a good
one.

   As the minutes wore on, the confidence that had made Katie tidy her bush
waned, and I felt myself growing nervous as well.  Sure, I'd set this
afternoon in motion, but it had gone so much further than I had ever
expected.  I thought about sensible, adult stuff like if my relationship
with Katie and if both of our relationships with Sarah would be different
after we displayed ourselves to her naked and post-coital.  I also worried
about childish stuff, like if she'd like the look of my dick, if it would
compare to other men she'd been with, even if she'd laugh at me.  A naked
woman, especially one with Katie's body, had a kind of universal appeal,
even to people not into girls.  A naked man -- a surprise penis -- suddenly
appearing in front of you tended to have more of a shock factor, even a
funniness to it.  Unless you're super ripped (and while I take care of
myself, I certainly am not), men just don't get appreciated the same way.

   A knock reverberated through the room.  Katie answered, hiding behind
the door and peeking around the side as she cracked it open.  I thought it
would have been hotter if she just pulled it over and showed her friend
everything at once like she didn't give a damn about her tits, bush and
cunt being ogled, but better this than flashing a neighbour, or an Uber
Eats guy who got the wrong apartment.

   "Oh my god!" Sarah's voice squeaked as she abruptly pushed through the
opening.  Katie, taken off-guard by her friend's eagerness, shrank away,
holding an arm across her breasts and twisting her hips so her thigh
concealed the vital core of her pubic area (if nothing else).  "You're
really doing it!  I thought you were joking when I saw your message!" She
was practically bouncing with excitement.  "Stop being shy, lemme see."

   Katie sighed and relaxed her posture.  She was letting Sarah get a good,
long look at her nipples and bush, not just the incidental glances they'd
have picked up in the past.  "It's a little silly, I know.  I didn't think
it'd go this far.  If you want me to actually put something on I can..."

   "No fucking way!  You look so hot, I love the ropes.  Give me a pose!"

   Katie twisted to face me and raised one knee and both hands, doing kind
of a Charlie's Angels thing.  I appreciated the way her tits bounced from
the momentum of the turn.  When I managed to tear my eyes off them, I could
see on her face that Sarah's enthusiasm was proving infectious and more
importantly, she was enjoying this.

   "That's great, now a sexy one," Sarah egged her on.

   My wonderful girlfriend considered the request for a moment, then turned
to face her best friend.  She went to her knees, thighs apart, and arched
her back a little, reaching both arms up to muss up her hair.  There's
something so exposing about raising your hands about your head when you're
naked.  Even if you weren't using them to cover yourself to begin with, the
knowledge that they're so far away from the vulnerable points, that you
wouldn't even feel the need to be ready to cover them, elevates the whole
experience.  Also, girls raising their arms up does magical things to their
tits.

   I couldn't see it from my vantage point on the couch, but I knew from
the placement of Katie's legs that Sarah was getting her first real look at
her best friend's pussy.  It wouldn't quite be spread open, but there would
be no hiding the engorged labia and protruding clit between the crotch
ropes.

   Katie flicked her head this way and the other, giving Sarah a few
different angles and producing wonderful jiggles as she moved.

   "Work it!" Sarah said, "work it, girl!  Holy fuck you're sexy!  Hey, do
I get to take a photo?" She pulled her phone out, raising her eyebrows.

   "Nooo!" Katie nearly fell over trying to get to a place to cover
herself. "This is between us, Sarah.  Between.  Us.  And Captain Perv over
there.  No pictures."

   "Aw come on, you've helped me workshop my nudes," Sarah laughed.  (This
was news to me, and the implications made my dick twitch.) But she finally
noticed me.  "Hey, Captain Perv."

   Her eyes met mine for a fraction of a second before they dropped to my
waist.  She stared, but she was grinning, so I felt like it was probably
alright.  After Katie's little show, I was at full mast and visibly
throbbing, cock and balls all on display through the front of my pants.  It
might have been my eyes playing tricks on me (or just wishful thinking) but
it looked like she was even starting to drool.

   This was my girlfriend's best friend!  A girl so off-limits I'd always
stopped myself from even considering her.  And now I was dick-out and hard
in front of her, not just with Katie's blessing, but at her insistence. 
How were we going to look each other in the eye when next time we hung out?
There was nothing I had left to hide from her.

   "Hey, Sarah." I winked, making no effort to hide how happy I was with
her reaction.

   "Well isn't this a new side of you?" she asked, keeping her eyes
shamelessly low.  "Did I catch you in the middle of something?" She made a
jerking off motion with her fist, even though the implication had been
perfectly obvious without it.  "I don't blame ya, with the view in here
today."

   "Not exactly, actually.  Kat said as long as she was wearing what I laid
out for her, my outfit was open pants so she could see my reaction.  She's
cool enough with you not to dress up..." Katie rolled her eyes, knowing I'd
been the one to push her into being naked for Sarah "...so I didn't change
my getup either."

   "Dirty girl!" Sarah cried at Katie.  "You're as bad as he is.  You guys
make such a kinky couple, I love it!"

   She stood there grinning, letting her eyes roam freely and hungrily from
me to Katie and back again, taking in all the details she could of our
nudity.  I reclined on the couch, folding my hands behind my head and
letting my boner speak for itself.  I looked back, of course.  Sarah was a
pretty girl -- I'd always thought so -- but like I said, for Katie's sake
I'd always kept from looking to long at her under a sexual lens.  But fuck
it, she was staring at my dick.  I figured I was allowed to notice she was
on the thicker side of my girlfriend, with curves in all the places you
want them to be.  Where Katie's boobs are large proportionate to her frame,
Sarah's are just large, and that colourful blouse with the low neckline was
hard pressed to contain them.  Her shorts were small and high-waisted,
showing a lot of leg.  There was an anime tattoo on one supple thigh, and
another one on the opposite side's upper arm.  Strawberry blonde hair fell
to a touch below chin length in a cute bob and her lips were large and wet
-- "dick sucking lips" I believe is the term.

   "Did you bring my game?" Katie asked, snapping us both out of our
trances.

   "Oh yeah, almost forgot, what with all the sexiness." I detected a
breathiness to Sarah's speech, like she was feeling a little hot under the
hood from what she was seeing.  I liked where this was going.

   Sarah took the game from her back and Katie moved to return it to its
place.  We keep our games in the bottom of the TV unit, down near the
floor. I expected Katie to crouch, but she surprised everyone by bending at
the waist, showing me and Sarah her bare ass cheeks, ropes running through
the crack, with her pussy completely exposed and obviously wet between the
backs of her thighs.  My breath caught in my throat.  I'd been catching her
bending and stretching in all kinds of ways all day, but it wasn't close to
getting old.

   Sarah dropped onto the couch next to me and cheered.  "Work it, you
beautiful slut!"

   Katie giggled and played with his, wiggling her hips back and forth as
she made a show of finding the right place on the shelf for her game.  It
was a mesmerising display.  Almost like I was hypnotised, I felt my hand
move of its own accord to my dick and start to stroke.  Sarah noticed, and
she watched me work, grinning away.

   "I know guys who'd kill for this kind of relationship," she admitted to
me as I pumped.  "Hell, I wouldn't mind something like this myself, if I
could find a girl on Kat's level.  How'd you pull it off?"

   I could have told her the truth, that this was a one-off experiment that
had already gone leagues further than either of us could've expected it to.
But Sarah was assuming it was a lifestyle thing.  I liked the idea of it as
a lifestyle thing.  And I already told you my hand was around my dick by
that point, right?  I definitely wasn't thinking with my uppermost head.

   "Well it's all contextual, isn't it?" I asked, bullshitting fast and
hard.  "A bikini would show an obscene amount of skin for going out to a
fancy dinner, but it would make you fully dressed for the beach or a pool.
We just take it a step further.  When it's people she trusts, like you and
me, Katie's fully dressed in..." I took a breath as she turned back around,
showing her front and slinking toward us "...a pair of glasses and a few
well-placed ropes.  She doesn't have to give a fuck what parts of her we
see, or even if we see how turned on she is."

   Katie's chest was heaving and she had that full-body blush going again.
She dripped.  Another gamble had paid off.  She was as all in on this
scenario as I was.

   She leaned forward, tits dangling, and pulled my hand off my cock. 
"Dirty boy," she cooed, licking her lips.  "We've got company.  Don't you
know it's rude to wank yourself while there's people around."

   "I can't help it," I breathed.  "It's too hard, I have to do something.
Do I have any other options?"

   "Hm," she said, placing one finger under her lip like she was actually
thinking about it.  She dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock in one
smooth moment.  Sarah's jaw fell.  I would have gawked too, but a spasm of
pleasure took control of my face.  Katie bobbed up and down over my lap,
when drew back to lick just the tip, then swallowed me again.  Her
fingertips danced on my balls and shaft.  She did it like a pro.  But it
wasn't just her physical talent, it was her choice to do this with Sarah --
obstinately just a friend, from whom our sex life should be private --
watching every moment.

   I glanced to Sarah, thinking some eye contact while her best friend's
lips were wrapped around my cock would be hot, and was surprised to find
she'd drawn her legs up onto the couch and parted them.  Her hand was
moving quickly, massaging the crotch of those tight little shots.  She was
watching Katie closely, but glanced at me and smiled.  I grinned back in
ecstasy.  Her breathing was quick and shallow.

   "You guys don't mind, right?  I mean, I figured, with all of this."

   "Not at all," I managed to get out.

   "If we're making you feel good," Katie purred, letting her hands do all
the work for a moment, "do what you gotta do.  It's only fair."

   I concurred.  "It's only natural to need to get off when something turns
you on.  No big deal.  Those are the rules we've been playing by.  No
shame, no secrets, nothing to hide."

   "Fuck it," Sarah said, and jumped up quickly, throwing her shorts to her
ankles in the same motion and kicking them off alongside her shoes as she
plopped back down.  She had a pair of small black panties on underneath,
semi-sheer around the waist and over the ass, but disappointingly opaque on
the crotch.  Man, I'd been hoping I might see my first non-porn new pussy
since Katie and I got together, but it looked like I'd waiting at least a
little longer.  If nothing else, the transparency on the front came far
enough down her pubis that I was now sure Sarah shaved or waxed herself
completely.  It felt like such an intimate thing to know, considering our
relationship up to this point.

   Sarah masturbated in earnest now, using two hands to knead and pinch and
work her pussy through the fabric.  It looked like the material was doing
its fair share of the work to get her off, since she didn't pull it aside
at all.  Or maybe she just wasn't ready to give it all away for me yet, the
tease.

   A tremor ran through my body.  The magic Katie worked with her mouth and
the show Sarah was putting on were too much for me.  I'm only a man, after
all.  "I'm close," I warned the room.

   Sarah worked faster.  "Where're you gonna finish?"

   I glanced between her and Katie.  This was a new intimacy barrier going
down for them, too.  Sure, they'd glimpsed parts of each other's bodies
before, and definitely, they'd discussed their sex lives with each other,
but the full frontal was new.  The chance to see Katie in a totally sexual
light was new.  The techniques she used and the way her cheeks puffed up
when she had a mouthful of cock was a private, personal thing never before
shared.  What else could I show Sarah of Katie?

   I sat up and put my hands on Katie's shoulders, moving her gently back.
She made no objections, her eyes and mouth hungry, one of her hands falling
between her legs.  I took my cock, soaked with spit and running with precum
and rubbed it along her face, smearing fluids.  She let her tongue slip
between her lips to taste it again as it went past her mouth.  She'd set
the pace of the blowjob, maintaining complete control, but now she was
going to show Sarah something more submissive.  I started jerking off not
over but into her face, using the softness of her cheeks and wet texture of
her extended tongue to stimulate the tip while I went hard on the shaft. 
My orgasm thundered in quickly and I angled my dick up slightly at the last
moment for the best coverage.

   An extra-stimulating scenario sure does make a difference.  I'd rarely
cum that much in my life, let alone in my second load of the day.  Thick
ropes of white liquid sprayed over Katie's face, glasses and hair, soaking
her from top to chin.  Some went in her mouth.  Most didn't.  The last few
drops, which came as I staggered back toward the couch to ride out my
climax, fell short and spotted her collar and tits instead.

   "Oh my god," Sarah breathed.  I couldn't tell if she was impressed or if
she was cumming too.

   "Bet you never thought you'd watch your best friend get a whole facefull
of cum, did you?" I asked.  Short of Katie's O-face, what sexual secrets
could possibly be left between the two friends?

   "No, never," she gasped.

   Katie stared at us, dripping, one hand still wriggling between her
thighs.  Her mouth was open in a wide O and that was partly because she was
lapping at the moving drops of cum that tickled her lips on their way down,
but I also read surprise in the expression, like my words had made her
realise exactly what side of herself she'd just shown her best friend.  She
looked like she was about to say something, but Sarah got in first.

   "But I'd always really hoped!" she said, finishing her thought.  "Here,
let's get you cleaned up."

   She abandoned her masturbation and slid off the couch kneeling by
Katie's side.  With her glasses all cum-smudged, I don't think Katie saw
the next bit coming.  Sarah leaned in and licked her cheek, wiping up as
much fluid as she could with a long, slow stroke of the tongue.  She
finished off the right cheek with two more big licks, then did the left
one.

   "Sarah..."

   "Shh, let me help."

   Sarah licked my girlfriend's chin and lips while I watched.  Katie
purred and opened her mouth, the inside of which was still full of the
liquid she'd caught and lapped up after the fact.  She extended her tongue
like she'd done for me while I was jerking it, whiteness still shining on
its surface.  Sarah licked that too, up and down, and then drawing it into
her own mouth to suck on.  It wasn't a traditional kiss -- their lips never
quite touched -- but something even more erotic.

   Sarah moved onto Katie's neck, where a good deal of cum had dripped by
now, then to her breasts, where she spent a long time despite how little
had actually landed there.

   "C'mere you," Katie said, gesturing to me.  I got up, expecting more
fun, but all she did was grab my shirt and wipe her glasses clean with it.

   "That's gross," I said, looking at the shiny stain.

   "You'll just have to take it off then." I grinned at her and threw it
over my head.  She inspected her glasses.  "Oops, bit more." She wiped this
bit on my shorts.  I pulled them and my briefs off without complaint.  I'm
not dumb enough to miss a hint like that.  Sarah, now the only person in
the apartment who could remotely be called clothed, even with her pants
still off, looked up from Katie's tit and nodded approvingly at my
now-fully naked form, making sure to ogle the torso and thighs she hadn't
seen before.  Considering I was back in a state of unimpressive post-coital
flaccidity, I really appreciated that.



   A SEXUAL CHRONICLE PT.  04

   Things between Katie, Sarah and I escalate to a threesome.

   We spent a moment basking in our collective sexual awakening before the
girls started getting giggly, the two of them still holding each other on
the floor.

   "That was a lot more intense than when we used to kiss in uni," Katie
said, nuzzling into her best friend.

   "A lot more fun, too," Sarah said with a wink.  Katie nodded a
breathless agreement.

   "You girls put on a hell of a show," I told them.

   "Correction," Katie said, holding up a finger at me.  "In uni we put on
shows.  All you drunk guys cheering and requesting more girl on girl shit
made it all about yourselves.  We weren't allowed to go at our own pace and
work out what we were doing.  It was a performance.  We never got to find
out what would happen if we got to play normally."

   "We're still being watched by one horny guy," Sarah pointed out.

   "If there's one thing we've learned today," I said, shifting on the
couch, but making sure I didn't cross my legs in a way that would hide my
naked cock and balls from the girls' potential enjoyment, "it's that having
an audience makes a hell of a difference, but definitely not for the worse.
Something about just knowing you're being watched enhances the pleasure of
doing something naughty, adds a thrill to doing the stuff your instincts
tell you should be private.  You girls can go whatever pace you want,
you'll just be doing it in front of me."

   For Katie, whose position on the floor had her legs open, exposing a wet
and not yet fully-satisfied cunt, I knew the idea of me watching her most
intimate moments with Sarah was no longer an issue.  But I wasn't sure if I
was pushing too hard on Sarah, who had done something crazy just now but
carefully kept her panties on and her pussy covered.

   "You still think about making out at those old parties?" Sarah purred in
Katie's ear, letting her hands explore all my girlfriend's exposed skin.

   "Like I said, we never got to find out what would happen.  I'd kind of
thought going our own pace would mean taking it slow.  If I'd know that for
you that meant..." she took a breath and let her hand creep back to her
clit "...jumping straight to eating cum off my face, I'd have been so much
more bold with you."

   "And your tits," Sarah reminded her, taking hold of each of Katie's
nipples.  "I think about it too.  I think about where it could have gone
when I touch myself.  It's my favourite fantasy."

   The girls kissed, their mouths and tongues moving rapidly and
passionately.  Sarah ended up on top, straddling Katie's thigh and grinding
her panty-clad pussy into its firmness.  Katie had one hand between her
legs still, while the other groped frantically through Sarah's shirt. 
Sarah grabbed Katie's exposed tits and ran her fingers through her hair. 
Both here panting and moaning when they broke off the kiss.

   "Show me," Katie said.

   "What do you wanna see?" Sarah teased.

   "Show me what you do when you think about us.  I wanna see you fuck
yourself over me, then I want you to show me what you're thinking about
doing."

   "I usually do it with toys," Sarah admitted.  "You got any that I can
borrow?"

   "I think I can find something."

   Sarah reached over the place she'd dropped her shots and pulled her
phone out of the pocket.  Katie reached to cover herself, but less
passionately and thoroughly than she had before.  The hand between her legs
was definitely on her clit this time, its placement exposing a lot of lip
and bush.  She only bothered to hide one tit.  "Hey, no photos." She didn't
sound like she meant it.

   "No photos," Sarah agreed.  "I'm cancelling my evening plans.  You guys
got anything to drink?"

   "Ciders in the fridge.  You grab them, I'll bring my toys out?"

   "You got it, girl!"

   "And what do I do?" Mostly I'd been letting the dream scenario play out
up to this point.

   The girls, who'd both stood up to go to their tasks looked down over me,
fixating on my cock, now back to a semi.  They looked at me like I was
another of the sex toys Katie was about to bring out, thinking about they
could work me into their sex, like I was a piece of meat.  Something about
me really loved that.

   "Just sit tight babe," Katie said, leaning forward (great view) and
kissing my forehead.  "And maybe get yourself hard again, if you can."

   "Like there's any way I couldn't," I replied.

   They left the room, both going the same way to reach the bedroom and the
kitchen.  Two fantastic assess swung side by side.  I watched Katie for a
little bit, her nudity enhanced by the ropes, but my gaze was quickly drawn
to Sarah.  She was still covered, with a bit of crack showing through the
sheer part of the panties, and wonderful legs going on forever underneath
them.  But the possibilities kept my eyes and imagination on her.  Was I
really about to watch this beautiful girl fuck my girlfriend?  Was I really
about to not just see the colour of her pussy and the cut of her pubes and
how she handled one of Katie's vibrators after all these years of just
being friends?

   I decided to empty my bladder while I had the chance and felt both free
and naughty walking around the apartment naked, knowing there were girls
just around the corner who could pop their heads out and see me anytime.

   When I returned, Sarah was back in the living room, drinking from one
bottle while two more waited for Katie and I on the table.  Her legs
remained the only part of her properly exposed to me, so I ogled them. 
After touching herself to the blowjob, those panties were wadded tight into
her pussy, forming a pleasing cameltoe that I could see properly now that
she was standing up and facing me.  It was only fair I got to look, she was
staring straight at my cock.  I tried to give it a little swing for her as
I walked in, before the blood went back to it.

   "Aw, I thought you were meant to be making yourself hard for us.  Don't
tell me one shot's all you had in you."

   I placed my hands on my hips, thrusting the important bits forward for
her enjoyment.  "Two, counting the one before you arrived," I told her. 
"But don't worry, it won't take long to come back with you guys's help."

   Sarah licked her lips.  "You want help, do you?"

   She set her bottle down and crossed the room to kiss me right on the
mouth.  The cider she'd been drinking left her tongue moist, cool and
slightly fizzy as it snaked into my mouth to explore.  I was surprised, but
thrilled.  I kissed back with passion.  It had been years since I'd tasted
a mouth other than Katie's, and while I loved her and would never want to
stop kissing her, I was realising now how much I loved a bit of variety. 
Sarah kissed different.  She tasted different.  Her scent, close enough to
fill my nostrils, was different.  The joy of discovering someone for the
first time flooded through me.  I reached around and grabbed her ass,
groping and kneading the cheeks, placing fingers as far as I dared into the
crevasse between her legs.  They brushed against places where the fabric
was wet.  She grabbed me by the cock.  Strangely, she didn't stroke it or
in any other way try to coax it to life.  Her lips and ass were doing all
that needed to happen.  She just held it, to feel it go from flaccid to
erect.  At full length, I poked the front of her panties and she responded
by grinding her pubis into me.  The material felt nice on my tip.  I kinda
got why she was masturbating with it before.  I shuddered at the
overwhelming electricity of it all.

   "My boyfriend," Katie said, making us both jump, "with my best friend.
What a scandal!"

   She was grinning, and had probably been enjoying the show for a little
before she spoke, but it still made my emotions swirl.  There was a new
pleasure in the idea of Katie being the one to watch, instead of the one I
was being watched with, but a small part of me still felt like I'd been
caught out doing something wrong.  We hadn't really spoken about this or
set any kinds of boundaries.  We were all searching for the limits by feel,
which could be a dangerous way to do it.

   "You ditched the ropes," I noticed.

   You could still see appealing pink lines criss-crossing her skin where
they'd been, but while she was in the bedroom she'd found time to doff the
shibari harness that had set all this in motion.  In her hands were a
bottle of lube and her trusty Hitachi magic wand.

   "It's like you said before," she said, staring at my renewed hardness,
which I aimed at her, "around the right people, I'm fully dressed in just
my ropes, no matter how much skin happens to stick out.  But it really
didn't feel right to show up for a threesome fully dressed, and hell, I
wanted you both to see me naked." She put her hands over her head, the
muscle movement pulling her tits up beautifully too, and gave us a twirl.
We saw a fantastic front and a beautiful back.  "I know you've both seen
all the bits already, but I wanted to have it all out there completely. 
Nothing held back or hidden from my two favourite people."

   "Yes Katie!" Sarah cheered.  "Show us that body you beautiful slut!  I
love you!"

   Katie joined the celebration with a series of suggestive poses, most of
which had her hands rubbing up and down her body and groping her chest and
crotch.

   "God, yes, it feels so good to be seen!" she moaned.  "You know, I never
really did this before.  You..." she pointed at me "...get your closeups of
my pussy and ass as part of sex, and you..." she indicated Sarah "...see me
incidentally when we change, but I've never just shown myself for the sake
of being looked at.  Not like this.  I can't believe you've both seen
everything now."

   "Not quite everything," I ventured.  "I'm pretty sure Sarah hasn't seen
your butthole yet.  It was mostly behind the ropes when you bent over
before."

   "Oh, he's right!  Give us some ass to go with that pussy!"

   With more confidence than I ever would have anticipated, Katie turned
around and bent at the waist again, this time reaching back to grab both
her ass cheeks and pull them apart, spreading her tight asshole and the
opening the pink folds of her wet cunt for both of us to see.  Her legs
were spread, and she bent down far enough to look back between them, past
her hanging tits.

   "There!" she was red-faced but grinning.  "Now you've really seen it
all! What do you think!"

   "I think you've got no idea how much willpower is going into not just
grabbing you and fucking your brains out right now."

   "Tempting offer," she said as she straightened up, "but Sarah promised
to fuck herself for us first, didn't you Sarah?"

   Sarah laughed with a little obvious apprehension.  "I sure did."

   Katie clicked the magic wand on.  It hummed.  I watched closely as she
pressed it gently to Sarah's pubic mound, over the panties, producing a
spasm of pleasure.  "Feels good, right?  Don't worry, I know the best
places to aim it."

   "I can't believe we're finally doing this," Sarah purred.

   Katie kissed her face and neck and teased her with the wand against her
bare thighs, close to her crotch so the vibrations would run through. 
Sarah moaned and giggled and Katie started pulling at the buttons on her
blouse.  "How about you give me a little more to work with."

   Sarah grabbed her top by the hem and pulled it over her head.  The
motion displaced one cup of the plain maroon bra she wore underneath,
flashing a pink nipple with a stainless steel bar in it.  "Oops." Her hand
instinctively moved to pull the cup back down.  She'd obviously done it
without thinking, a movement ingrained from years of her nipples being
something sacred and private, even though she was stripping in front of two
naked people she was starting up a threesome with.  I had no doubt she
didn't really mind us seeing her tits -- or anything else -- after she'd
already masturbated to us and eaten my cum, the unexpected reveal had just
triggered a fascinating female instinct.

   As if to prove me right, Sarah did a little twirl in just her underwear,
presenting herself for the two of us.  "If I'd known the day was going like
this, I'd have worn something hotter," she assured us.  "Well, they'd at
least be matchy matchy."

   Then she reached back to unhook the bra and let it fall to the floor,
showing us two large, pale, pierced tits.  They were gorgeous in every way.
Size, shape and jiggliness.  All her little movements made them bounce, and
I could have watched the show all day.

   "And the pants?" Katie asked, pointing her wand at Sarah's bottoms. 
"You're still going to get off for us, right?"

   "I...  I like the feel of the fabric when I touch myself," Sarah
admitted, red-faced.  Hey, my earlier guess had been on the money.

   Sarah sat down on the couch, now oh-so close to naked, and let Katie
climb on top of her.  "Help me see how you do it," Katie asked in a low,
sultry voice, still holding the wand herself.  "Guide my hands.  Do it just
like you would with no one watching."

   Sarah took a deep breath and wrapped her hands over Katie's on the wand,
moving it to her panties and pressing it to the desperate pussy underneath.
The girls locked eyes and just watched each other as the sex toy did its
work with commanding efficiency.  I let them have their moment, slowly
stroking myself to the show.  Soon, it was too much, and I involved myself
kissing Sarah's mouth and neck and grabbing her exposed tits while Katie
helped her masturbate.  I loved having the piercings to play with, using
them to twist and pull the nipples, loving the way she squeaked and moaned
when I did it.

   There was a wetness at the side of my face as Katie kissed me,
open-mouthed and tonguey.  She licked her way down to the place where my
lips met Sarah's and pulled us into a strange but explosively arousing
triple kiss.  Three tongues danced together.

   "My turn," Katie breathed, "my turn to kiss her.  Go have some fun up
the back."

   I was far from done with Sarah, but having crawled on top of her friend,
Katie was now on all fours with her ass in the air, sill holding the
vibrator to Sarah.  I knew what I had to do.  The view at the back was
heavenly, with Katie's cunt fully on display, dripping wet with pink,
engorged labia waiting for me.  I kissed it, opening my mouth to explore
deep with my tongue, drinking in her juices.

   After a few minutes, Katie started pushing back into my face, hard.  For
a moment, I thought she was just trying to grind on me, but I eventually
realised she was trying to move back and get some space.  The whine of the
vibrator subsided, and I heard a thump as it hit the floor.  The girls
shuffled around a little, but my line of sight was entirely Katie's fine
ass, so I couldn't see what they were doing.  If I had to guess, I would
say Sarah was now as nude as the rest of us and enjoying having her pussy
eaten by Katie.  My girl's first time giving cunnilingus.  I'm so proud!

   Sarah reached the point of orgasm first, and she came loud and hard. 
Good for her, because Katie was only moments behind and I figured her
screaming "oh god, oh god, oh god," wouldn't help her much if she was still
trying to suck on a clit.

   I pulled back to survey the scene.  There were two sweaty, totally naked
girls slumped and panting on my couch, their bodies blushing pink and
Katie's mouth and chin glistening with her best friend's juices.  Sarah's
panties were on the floor, the crotch all wadded up and soaked through. 
She made no attempt to hide as I ogled her spread-legged form on the couch.
In fact, she grinned at me and quickly opened her pussy with two fingers,
just to show it off.  She was totally shaven and had a porn star-neat
innie. My cock throbbed and oozed precum just from the look of them.

   "A guy who goes down that willingly," Sarah breathed to Katie, "you've
got a keeper there.  And some skills of your own.  Damn, girl!"

   Katie licked her lips.  "I don't know why guys make such a big deal out
of it.  I want to taste that every time.  All the time.  Fuck me, I never
thought I'd love pussy this much!" She looked at me, eyes sparkling.  "But
you're right, it's just been us getting off for a bit.  He deserves some
fun too.  Which one of us do you think he wants to fuck first?"

   My breath caught in my throat.

   "That's easy," Sarah said, "he starts with me, wearing a condom to be
safe, then you get the creampie!"

   Oh my god, this was really happening.

   Katie helped me wrap up and dolloped some lube on the rubber.  I didn't
think I'd need it, I expected Sarah's pussy to be pretty damn slick after
everything we'd done already.  I think she just enjoyed taking the chance
to stroke me as she spread it around and wipe her slimy fingers off on my
chest.

   "Take it easy, I want to spend at least a little time in both of you
before I burst," I warned her.  She laughed and rubbed my balls with the
slippery gel.

   "How do you want me, big boy?" Sarah asked from the couch.

   "Roll over and get that pussy in the air for me," I ordered.  At the
minute, I wasn't that concerned about specific positions -- after all the
teasing, as long as I got to fuck, I was past caring -- but I wanted the
view while I had the chance.

   Sarah complied, bending over the back of the couch with her knees on the
seat, legs apart.  She looked every bit as heavenly in the pose as Katie
had, her slim, slick cunt and small dark asshole inviting me from between
soft cheeks and thighs.  Katie slapped my ass.  "Stop staring and pound
her!"

   I didn't wait to be told twice.

   Sarah moaned as I plunged into her.  I moaned as well.  Holding out long
enough for both girls was going to take everything I had.  Her pussy was
among the wettest I'd ever felt, and I slid in with no resistance, gliding
in and out like this was the sex that had been meant to be forever.  Fuck,
it felt good.

   And from the way she cried out for me to go harder, faster and not to
stop, I figured it was feeling good for her too.

   Katie appeared behind me and reached under around.  She kissed my neck
as one hand tickled my balls and taint while the other tweaked my nipple.
She was determined to test my stamina to the limit.  But I sure wasn't
about to complain about the experience.  Sarah reached under herself and
began rapidly massaging her clit while I thrusted in and out with all my
might.  She came quickly and loudly and fell in a bundle of shaking limbs
on the couch.  The way she slid off me as the orgasm knocked her down
brought right to the brink.

   I rounded on Katie and manhandled her down to the couch (she looked
mildly surprised by how sudden it was but was mostly just having a great
time), setting her on her back with her legs in the air.  I took my condom
by the tip and ripped it off.  I didn't give a fuck what it landed on. 
This close to the end, the only thing in the whole world that mattered was
getting another pussy around my aching cock.  The moments it had taken to
change to Katie took me down from the very brink, but it only took half a
dozen rapid pumps to get back there and on the seventh, I exploded, filling
her up for the second time today.

   I collapsed, panting on top of her.  We cuddled up, giggling.  It was
obvious we'd both had one of the best sexual experiences of our lives. 
There was no shame or jealousy in the fact that her best friend had been
the catalyst.  There was only the fact that it had felt really, really
fucking good for everyone.

   I kissed her, tasting Sarah on her lips, and we were happy.

   The sound of a phone shutter startled us both.

   "Sarah!" Katie chastised the photographer standing nude and cheekily
grinning over us.

   "Hey, I just wanted you guys to see how cute and hot you look.  One
sec." She played with her phone, and a moment later both Katie's and mine
(left on nearby surfaces due to our lack of pockets) buzzed.  "I made a new
group chat for just the three of us.  Good place to share, if you guys
wanna keep doing this kinda thing." She saw we both looked apprehensive. 
Aside from Katie's early shibari tests, we hadn't been big nude senders,
having lived together so long.  "Hold on then..." she plopped back down
between us and held her phone out, the front camera now showing the three
of us, all red faces and sex hair.  She made sure her pierced tits were the
centre of the shot, as much in focus as any of Katie or I's nudity.  "We're
all in this as a group.  I'll make sure I got as many reasons not to share
it as you guys do.  I reckon you'll like what I have to show.  Oh!  We
should spend tonight getting some good while we've got everyone here and
someone can be photographer to couples.  I'm gonna fuck myself to this
memory later, so I wanna have as much material as I can get to remember it
clearly!" She paced the living room as she talked herself through it,
letting us casually enjoy her fully naked form in motion, tits swaying and
ass bouncing with her movements.

   I was already liking this a lot.  A new era for our sex life.  Katie and
I acknowledged each other with a look, confirming we were both very on
board for whatever the night had in store, and a more encounters beyond
that.

   Sarah stopped her pacing, standing over us with her legs apart and her
hands on her hips.  "First things first," she said, staring at Katie's
pussy, now dripping the cum I'd left inside.  "Are you gonna finish that?"



   A SEXUAL CHRONICLE PT.  05

   Sarah moves in and our inhibitions move out.

   A few months and several more pleasurable encounters after that first
amazing threesome, Sarah fell into some living trouble when her current
housemates all found different places to move out, leaving her unable to
afford the rent on her own.  She had noticed, in all the extra time she'd
been spending at our place lately, that our apartment had a spare bedroom
we'd really only been using for storage.

   It was a proposition we had to think carefully about.  Moving in
together as a couple had meant to be the moment both Katie and I stopped
dealing with housemates and sharing accommodation.  We were grown adults
who didn't want to worry about privacy the way we used to.

   But then, if it was just Sarah, we still wouldn't have to.

   The rules were established quickly.  We would keep sleeping together as
a trio, but with the understanding that Katie and I were going to remain
the couple in the middle of that.  Sarah got her own room in case she ended
up bringing someone home and the freedom to date and fuck whoever she
wanted, provided she did so safely.

   As for everything else, we just did whatever we wanted.  Whatever felt
right in the moment.  The apartment didn't become a nonstop nudist orgy
overnight or anything, but we got pretty damn casual about our bodies and
libidos pretty quickly.  Naked walks from bedrooms to the bathroom were
done sans towels, and coming to breakfast half dressed in mostly underwear
wasn't an issue.  Doors were left open for changing, washing, masturbating
and even fucking, with audiences and assistance welcome.  When one of us
felt horny, he or she would strip down and openly flaunt their body through
the apartment naked, or in lingerie, harnesses and other gear that would
enhance our nakedness rather than hide it, waiting to be taking up on the
implicit offer.  Open displays of arousal at what we saw were encouraged
and often rewarded, usually right where they happened.  I got blown, got
jerked off, ate pussy and fucked in the living room, the kitchen, the
bathroom and both bedrooms, usually with the other girl watching from the
doorway.  I would watch them the same way, joining in if I was invited and
touching myself to the show if I wasn't.

   The things I saw in the first week alone would keep you turned on for a
year.  I wish I could write up every individual encounter for you, but
these things take a long time to type when I always end up having to do it
one-handed.

   By now, we were all sleeping nude, or at least bottomless, and with an
open-door policy.  Generally, we started out in our own rooms.  On some
nights, Sarah appeared in our doorway, already aroused and lubed up for a
quick threesome.  On other nights, Katie decided she wanted a feminine
touch for her pre-sleep fuck and slipped out of the covers to join Sarah in
her room.  She would give me a big kiss to let me know I was still wanted,
and promised to make it up to me the next night.  I would either creep out
to spy on them or just jerk myself off to the unrestrained cries of
pleasure resonating through the walls.  It could be as fun imagining what
they might be doing to each other as it was knowing for sure.  Other
nights, I decided I wanted to enjoy the feel of Sarah's thicker, plusher
tits and ass and would leave Katie with a kiss and a promise the same way.
Some nights we both went to her together after working ourselves up
discussing how we wanted to fuck her.  On one memorable occasion, we all
met in the living room, planning the same thing, and had one of our hottest
threesomes yet on the couch.

   Sarah also liked to surprise us at night.  She would sneak in the open
door, quiet as she could, and worm her way under the covers from the
bottom, climbing the legs of either Katie or I until she found cock or
pussy and giving oral until we woke up.

   There was something that really tickled me about the nights she would
eat Katie out by my side.  The noises they made woke me and my cock up too,
and I would jerk myself off to Katie's pleasure.  I would turn sideways and
use the softness of her midriff to stimulate the tip while I worked the
shaft.  When I got close to finishing, I would get up on my knees and spray
cum over Katie's tits and mouth while she rolled under waves of pleasure
from what Sarah was doing to her cunt.  The view and the feeling had no
equal.

   The final thing Sarah brought to our domestic love life was a passion
for directing.  She would sit on a chair facing our bed with her hands in
her panties and tell Katie and I how to fuck, giving orders on foreplay,
positions and pace.  "Move that leg," she would order, "I wanna see the
cock going into her!" I had a new respect for porn stars after that.  The
positions that give an audience the best and most explicit show aren't
always the most intuitive or efficient ones for those of us actually doing
the fucking.  I sometimes reward Sarah for making it so hard for us by
waiting until she was telling me where on or in Katie to cum, then turning
around and jumping at her at the last minute and showering our would-be
director with my juices.  She would scream and throw her hands up as I
splattered her tits, tummy and the panties she was using to get off, but it
always ended in laughter.

   Our group chat filled up quickly with more posed and candid shots and
clips than ever before.  It was almost unheard of for one of us to go out
alone without a "wish you were here" couple nude from the other two being
tagged to them.

   Basically, I was living the dream, and I'm pretty sure the girls were
too.

   We had just finished a session in the kitchen on a Friday evening. 
Sarah had spent the whole time since we came back from our jobs teasing
Katie and I by walking around in just a lacy, crotchless thong with a pearl
string over the pussy.  We'd gone more casual, both having had long weeks.
Katie was getting around in a loose, semi-transparent nighty with nothing
underneath.  It was short enough that basically every movement flashed her
cunt or ass.  I was simply nude.  Hard to beat the classics.  I'd warned
Sarah if she kept grinding the pearls into her lips in front of me, I would
be forced to take drastic measures.  I'd brandished my erection in a
mock-threatening way, to her amusement.  Of course, it had ended with Sarah
telling me to hike Katie's nightdress up above her tits and fuck her over
the kitchen counter while she masturbated using the pearls on a nearby
chair.

   I pulled out and cummed at her as a reward for all her game-playing.  I
splattered her thighs and lap specifically.  There'd been lots of good
chances to practice my aim lately.  We weren't worried about that much raw
cum so close to her cunt anymore.  We'd all been tested and the girls both
had the rod, so I was officially bareback with our threesome partner.

   "You dickhead!" she laughed, looking at how much was soaking into the
skimpy material.  She shucked the soiled lingerie off and held it up for
me. "Do you have any idea how much underwear I have to wash every week
because of you and your jizz?  I thought this whole clothing optional setup
was meant to reduce my laundry."

   She strutted off toward her laundry basket, her totally nude ass swaying
appealingly as she went through the door.  We'd had to get very careful
about not leaving stray fluids and wet things lying around.  The things you
never think you'll have to deal with.  She was still naked when she
returned, but she was carrying two small bags.

   "Hey, as thanks for taking me in, and everything else, I wanted to do
something for you guys.  I planned a day for us tomorrow.  At the beach."

   "Sounds fun," Katie said.  She hadn't bothered to unbunch her little
dress from above her tits.  I loved how incidental her nakedness was.  She
could cover herself at least partly with one quick movement to shake the
garment loose, but she obviously felt no reason to do so, even as both her
housemates stole glances at her bare tits, pussy and wedge-shaped landing
strip.  "But what are the bags for."

   "Gifts!" Sarah said, grinning and winking.  "Your outfits for tomorrow!"