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   Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt.  01

   My best girlfriend, Lindsay lives with her husband Ron in a beautiful
home about a quarter mile from where I live.  Her backyard consists of a
screened-in porch that covers a kidney-shaped pool with a built-in spa. 
Normally, we alternate visits to each others' pools for sunning, swimming,
and an ample tasting of our favorite wines while enjoying the privacy the
fences around our yards provide from prying eyes.  The difference is that
Lindsay has two young children, so when we swim at her house, we have to
keep our bikinis on, whereas at my place, if the kids and her husband are
not around, it's swimsuit-optional for both of us - which means no
swimsuits because we never wear them when it's just the two of us at my
pool.

   Unfortunately, my pool developed a crack and required a total repair and
refinish, which meant it would be unavailable for swimming for about two
weeks.  Fortunately, Lindsay and her family had planned to travel from
their Florida home to a vacation resort in South Carolina for the same two
weeks.  Lindsay asked me to keep an eye on the place, which included
picking up the mail, checking inside to be sure there were no leaky pipes,
and taking care of her pool.  Since I worked during the week, it was no big
deal to stop off on the way home, pick up the mail and check things out.

   Then it occurred to me.  This situation presented an opportunity.

   I'd always been fascinated by being nude in places I shouldn't be nude.
I remember one time I was on a business trip and decided to stay the
weekend in my otherwise deserted but safe hotel.  I was actually one of
five guests in a 100-room place and my fellow guests must have been working
because I didn't see them the whole weekend.  This aloneness gave me the
opportunity to walked from my room to the pool and hot tub wearing only a
towel and I was able to swim and hot tub nude totally undisturbed.  I don't
know if I was unseen but if the desk clerk saw me on the security cameras,
he never said anything.  I even walked down my hall with my towel draped
over my arm wearing just a smile.

   It felt wonderful!

   Needless to say, I'm glad I brought my friend Mr.  Vibe with me on this
trip!  There were plenty of opportunities for more nude adventures but
that's not what this story is about.

   The first night Lindsay, Ron and the kids were away, I drove straight to
their house, picked up the mail, opened the front door, turned off the
alarm, and went inside.  Immediately, I noticed something seemed odd.  The
house was borderline hot, as if the AC wasn't working.  I placed the mail
on the kitchen table and checked the thermostat, discovering that while the
AC was on, it was set to 85, no doubt to save on electricity.  Rather than
reprogram the thermostat, I stripped down to my panties and bra and
continued my rounds, checking every water source for leaks.  Thankfully,
everything was fine.

   Still dressed only in panties and bra, I went outside to check on the
pool.  It was a hot, humid evening, typical of Florida in the summer and
the temperature outside was only slightly more comfortable than the
temperature inside.  Thankfully, all was well at the pool as the filter was
running and circulating the water as it should have.

   As I turned around to go back into the house, I saw an envelope taped to
the mini-fridge.  It had my name on it.  I opened it and read the note.

   "Sandra, Thanks so much for taking care of the house while we are on
vacation.  Inside the fridge, you'll find several bottles of our favorite
fine cabernet merlot.  These are for you as is the use of the pool.  So,
sip, strip, and take a dip.  Hopefully, your pool will be fixed by the time
we get back and we can spend some time together there.  Hugs, Lindsay."

   How nice, I thought.

   I opened the fridge, took out a bottle of wine, opened it, and poured
myself a glass.

   I sipped.

   A fine vintage, I thought.

   The wine warmed me even more than the weather.  With nowhere to go but
home, I finished the first glass, poured another, and set it down on the
small table next to a lounge chair.

   Then, I went back inside to get a couple of towels.

   Once inside, I undid my bra and slipped off my panties, placing them
neatly with the other clothes I had worn that day.  With my towels in hand,
I went back outside, fully nude.

   I experienced a wondrous feeling standing there as the evening breeze
wafted over my uncovered body.  I lay one towel on the lounge chair and sat
down comfortably, continuing my own personal naked wine fest.  The second
glass was making me warm, so I went over to the steps of the pool and sat
down on the edge.  The water felt so refreshing on my feet.

   I just had to go all the way in.  I put my glass down and waded away
from the steps.  The water temperature was perfect and felt so good all
over my body.  Immediately, I swam to one of the jets on the side by the
spill-away spa and straddled it.  The pulsing water felt so good on my
clit. I came almost immediately.

   I relaxed a little while longer in the water, finished my wine and then
dried off by the lounge chair.  It had turned dark now and I knew that I
had to get home and get ready for my next day at work.  I went inside,
locked the back door and hung the wet towels in the pool bath.  Completely
dry now, I started to put on my panties and then stopped.

   Why should I get dressed just to drive a quarter-mile home?

   I scooped up all my clothes, set the alarm, locked the front door and
gingerly walked to my car, fully nude.

   The quarter-mile from Lindsay's house to mine was dark as there are no
lights of any kind on that stretch of road.  Still, the ride home in the
nude was exciting for me.  Would I encounter any neighbors out for an
evening stroll?  Would I pass another car and the driver would see me?

   I couldn't decide which excited me more - the idea of possibly being
seen driving my car in the nude or getting away with not being seen

   No sooner had I gotten home then my phone beeped.

   It was a text message from Lindsay.

   "I forgot to tell you that Ron had internet security cameras installed
in the house, overlooking the pool, and facing the front door.  He said
thanks for the show."

   There was a smiley face at the end.

   Oh my, I thought, feeling a wetness between my legs that needed to be
satisfied.

   I texted back, "If he liked that, tell him to tune in tomorrow, same
time.  You can watch, too!"

   Smiley face at the end.



   Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt.  02

   After spending the evening taking care of my girlfriend Lindsay's house
and pool, I discovered that she and her husband, Ron had been watching me
skinny-dipping via their internet security cameras while they were on
vacation in South Carolina.  When I got home, I sat down (still nude) in
front of my computer and checked my email.

   There was one from Lindsay, with a private link to a You Tube video of
me at her home, sipping wine on the patio wearing only my panties and bra,
going back into the house, stripping off my clothes, going out to the pool
area again, and then going for the aforementioned nude swim.  My initial
thought was, "I look really good naked," and then, "but my backstroke needs
some work." I also realized that the video was pure voyeur material with
little to no eye contact, obviously because I had no idea I was on camera
or where the cameras were.  Or that I was being recorded.

   Since the weekend was here and I had the next day off, I texted a very
close girlfriend from work (her name is Debbie) to see if she wanted to get
together for an afternoon barbecue at Lindsay and Ron's house and a dip in
their pool.  I explained that since my pool was still under renovation and
I was house-watching for them, I had their permission to sun, swim, and
consume large quantities of wine from their refrigerator.  Although Debbie
didn't know Lindsay or Ron, she loved to swim and was a huge fan of wine.

   With not much else on her agenda - her husband was overseas on a long
business trip and they had no children living at home - Debbie
enthusiastically agreed to join me.  The weather forecast for mid-90-degree
temperatures also may have influenced her.

   It's worth mentioning that although Debbie is 45 years old and has had a
couple of children, she still has a fabulous hourglass figure with dancer's
legs, a full bosom, and - I've overheard guys at the office say this - "a
really nice ass." I'd never say this out loud but she does have the ass I
wish I had!  It must have been all that dancing she did at the theme parks
when she was younger.

   However, since Debbie is also somewhat of a prude, she rarely flaunts
any of her attributes, other than occasionally plopping her breasts on the
conference room table when she leans forward to listen to what someone is
saying.  And she always dresses business conservatively.

   The next afternoon, Debbie parked her car at my house and we took mine
for the short drive over to Lindsay and Ron's.  Debbie wore shorts and a
tank top and had a bikini on underneath.  I was in a T-shirt and shorts
with no bra.  Debbie probably assumed I kept a swimsuit at Lindsay's
because I told Debbie I had been there the night before and had gone for a
dip in the pool.  I didn't tell her I had dipped fully nude.

   As we slowly drove up to the front door, I made a mental note of the two
security cameras overlooking the entrance.  One had a full view of the
front door and the other looked out from the house to where I was about to
park my car.  I made sure that the car was centered in the camera's field
of view.

   I picked up the mail, opened the front door, turned off the alarm, and
we went inside.

   "Wow, it's hot in here," said Debbie.

   "They keep the AC on 80 when they're not home," I replied.  "We'll be
more comfortable sitting outside with the ceiling fans on."

   We went into the kitchen where I got a couple of glasses from the
cabinet and a bottle of merlot from the fridge.  I poured each of us a
glass and we toasted sunshine and friendship.

   It was then that I told her there were security cameras everywhere, but
Ron self-monitored them so it wasn't like the whole world could see us. 
She didn't seem to mind.  In fact, she commented that it made her feel
safer.

   While I checked around the house to make sure everything was okay,
Debbie was busily tossing the nice green salad she had brought for lunch.
She had stripped down to her bikini, draping her shirt and shorts over a
chair.

   "Smile for Ron and Lindsay," I said.  "We're on camera."

   Debbie laughed.

   "It's no big deal.  I wear this bikini to the beach and at the Y pool
all the time.  There's even a few of me in this string on my Facebook
page."

   "Oh, that's right," I said.

   I spotted another one of the cameras under the cabinet above the
refrigerator.  I'm sure that when Ron viewed the security footage from the
kitchen, he would enjoy the sight of Debbie removing her clothes, even if
she didn't take everything off.

   "Is it always this hot in here when you come over?" asked Debbie.  She
was visibly perspiring.

   "Always," I replied, "But I have a secret to tell you, Debbie."

   Debbie took another sip of wine and her ears perked up.  She loved
secrets.

   "What?"

   I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and draped it over one of the
kitchen chairs.  My breasts moved freely now and my nipples were erect. 
Then, I undid the button on my shorts and slipped them off.  I wasn't
wearing panties.

   "It's always so hot here, I don't wear anything when I come over."

   Debbie almost spit up her wine.  Her eyes widened and she stammered a
bit.  "Oh, I...you didn't say...I didn't know that!  And you don't care if
the owner sees you naked?"

   "Ron and Lindsay saw me last night."

   Debbie didn't quite know what to make of that.  I took another sip of
merlot, put my glass on the kitchen table, and winked at the security
camera.  "If it bothers you, I can cover up with a towel.  I don't have a
bikini here."

   "No, no!" she said, taking a rather long sip of wine from her glass. 
"You dress - or undress - however you like." She took another sip of wine.
"But aren't you afraid their neighbors might see you?"

   "Not a chance," I replied.  "The house windows are coated with a
material that deflects the sun and also makes it impossible to see inside.
And they have a 10-foot high wall surrounding the pool and patio area."

   "Oh," said Debbie squirming a little on her lounge chair.  "So, you will
be nude the whole time we're here?"

   I smiled.  "Only if you don't object."

   She didn't.

   We cooked a couple of hamburgers on the grill and boiled some corn for
lunch, which went nicely with the salad.  As the afternoon got hotter, we
decided to stay outside on the back porch in a pair of lounge chairs
sipping glasses of merlot and chatting about everything under the sun.

   By now, we'd both used a lot of sunscreen and consumed a considerable
amount of merlot.  I was feeling very mellow.  I noticed that Debbie
staggered a bit when she got up to refill her now-empty wine glass and her
bikini bottom stuck to the back of her chair.

   "I can see why you'd go around wearing nothing in this heat," said
Debbie, slurring some of her words.

   "It's worse at night, especially with the humidity," I replied.

   Debbie reached up behind her back, pulled the string on her bikini top
and let it fall off into her lap.

   Stunned that my prudish co-worker was now walking around topless
outdoors, I shouted "Debbie!" and pointed to one of the pool area security
cameras.  It was looking directly at us.

   Debbie jiggled her 36C boobs side to side and blew a kiss in the
direction of the camera.

   When Debbie sat back down with her wine, her boobs bounced noticeably.
She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.  She sighed noticeably.

   Then, she drank the entire glass of wine I had just poured for her.

   "You have to promise not to tell my husband."

   Her slurring got worse.

   "Promise what?" I asked.

   Debbie undid the strings on her bikini bottom, took it off and tossed it
and her top into the pool.  I never expected her to be completely shaved
down there!

   "Oopsy!" she said, feigning surprise.  "I think I'm drunk and nude
outside now."

   She jumped into the shallow end of the pool, splashed around a bit, and
slowly made her way back out to the lounge chairs.

   Then, Debbie pointed her index finger at me.  "You have to promise me
you won't tell my husband I got drunk and took my bikini off outside, went
skinny dipping, and blew a kiss at a security camera being watched by some
guy and his wife that I don't even know who."

   Debbie's speech and her correct use of grammar were both very slurred
right now.  Then, she lay back in her lounger and began fingering the
nipples of her breasts with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other!
I didn't expect her to do that!

   "Debbie, you do know you're being watched and recorded," I said, trying
to be sure there was no doubt in her mind that she was masturbating on
camera.

   "Who cares?  I don't know them!"

   Debbie had three fingers inside herself now.

   "My husband has been away so long and this feels sooooo gooood!"

   When it's this hot, everyone in the neighborhood keeps their windows
closed and their air conditioners running so that their houses stay cool
and comfortable.  At that moment, I was hoping that no one was sitting
outside because in a short while Debbie was moaning very, very loudly,
culminating in one of the the loudest orgasms ever recorded.

   I have to admit, the whole thing got me very turned on.  Debbie,
meanwhile, seemed to have exhaust herself.  She had passed out on her
lounge chair, her fingers still inside her.

   A moment later, I got a text message.  It was from Lindsay's husband,
Ron.

   RON: Lindsay took the kids to the play place they have here at the
hotel. I'm in the room.  Saw the whole thing.  I should go clean up. 
Smiley face.  Smiley face.  Smiley face.  But I have a feeling, the second
act is about to start.  Smiley face.  Smiley face.  Smiley face.

   I rubbed my clit, took a selfie from the waist down, and texted it to
him with a message:
ME: You're so right!  Smiley face.  Smiley face.  Smile face.

   Awhile later, Debbie woke up.  We both cooled off in the pool, enjoying
the spa jets for some hands free play.  When it was time to go home, I
suggested, just for fun that we drive back to my place naked.  Debbie
agreed.  We both left our clothes at Lindsay and Ron's, enjoyed the naked
car ride home, and agreed to come back to my girlfriend's pool the next day
for more wine, more sun, and more personal fun!



   Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt.  03

   After a day of naked fun in Lindsay and Ron's pool with my friend Debbie
(see Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt.  2), I waited until the very large
quantity of wine we both had consumed had worn off (at least for me) before
driving back to my place.  Night had fallen by then and Debbie was still
pleasantly drunk, so it didn't take much convincing to get her to leave her
clothes at Lindsay and Ron's and take a short naked car ride home with me.

   Since Debbie's husband was overseas on business, I thought it better for
Debbie to spend the night on my couch instead of driving home.  Since
Debbie passed out on the couch as soon as we walked in the front door of my
house, I didn't find out how she felt about my decision or any of her
feelings about what she had done during that day.

   Although she was married and in her late 40s, Debbie still had a
wonderful figure, with great legs, a full bosom and a dancer's butt.  But
she was still somewhat of a prude.  So, I wondered if she'd ever, in her
entire life, gotten totally drunk, taken off all her clothes out doors,
masturbated, gone swimming and then spent the night on someone else's
couch. I imagine that was a lot for her to take in.

   I propped her head up with a pillow, covered her with a lightweight
blanket, turned off the lights and went off to bed.  The next morning, I
woke up at my usual time feeling well-rested and refreshed, without the
slightest trace of a hangover.  I tiptoed nude past Debbie, who was still
asleep on the couch, and into my kitchen where I made a pot of coffee. 
When it was ready, I poured myself a big mug, went into my home office, and
logged into my computer to check my email.

   As had happened the last time I'd gone over to Lindsay's house, there
was an email from her with a private link to a video.  Ron had once again
uploaded the security camera footage from his pool area.  But before I had
a chance to click on the link, I heard Debbie moaning something along the
lines of "oh, my aching head." A moment later, she was standing in my
office, her nude body wrapped in the blanket I had used to cover.

   "Is that coffee?" she asked, her hand pressed agains the side of her
head as if to keep her brains from falling out.

   "Good morning!" I said, cheerfully.

   "Shhhhh!  Quiet!" replied Debbie.

   Debbie gently took my mug of coffee from my hand.  She took a long
drink, struggling to keep her blanket around her.  Finally, not spilling
her coffee won out over modesty.  She was standing there in the nude, just
like me.

   "I'm happy to see you've joined my clothes free club," I said.

   Debbie pulled up a chair next to mine, crossed her legs, and drank more
of my coffee.  "Have you seen my clothes?  I did have clothes when I got
her yesterday, didn't I?"

   Obviously not remembering anything from the day before after the
drinking started and not believing a word of what I told her about how
she'd gotten totally drunk and nude in my girlfriend's pool, I chose that
moment to click on the video link and spare myself the rest of the
explanation.

   Debbie nearly spit up her coffee when she saw herself nude and
masturbating on a lounge chair in broad daylight.  I made sure she heard
the part where I said, "You do know you're being watched and recorded," and
she replied, ""Who cares?  I don't know them."

   "What am I going to do?" asked Debbie.  "What if my husband sees that?
Or my children?"

   I rested my hand on her bare knee reassuringly.  "You have nothing to
worry about.  Ron and I have a little secret he knows I will reveal to
Lindsay if he ever shows that video to anyone except me or Lindsay."

   Debbie let out a sigh of relief, uncrossed her legs, and casually
started fingering her clit.  I noticed that she generally seemed more
relaxed.  "Gawd, that's such a turn on to watch!" she exclaimed.  "I've
never done anything like that before.  I mean, I was naked.  Outside. 
Drunk.  And masturbating when I knew someone could be watching." She
drained the rest of the coffee mug and added, "I've taken a giant leap this
weekend." And then as a sly smile came over her face she said, "So, what do
you have planned for us for today?"

   All I could do was smile.  It seemed as if Debbie had experienced a
sexual awakening - and all because of me!  Now, the question was, how far
would she go.  "We're going back to Lindsay and Ron's to get their mail,
check on the place and use the pool.  I'll tell you all about it when we
get there."

   Debbie wrapped the blanket around her and casually headed for the door.
I threw on a t-shirt but no undies, grabbed my license and keys and was
right behind her.  We drove to Ron and Lindsay's, got the mail, and went
inside - where Debbie found her shirt, shorts and bikini neatly folded on
the kitchen table.  "So, that's where I left my clothes," she said.

   "Put your shirt and shorts on.  You won't need the bikini," I said.

   As if in a trance, Debbie put on her clothes.  Her nipples were hard and
clearly visible through the shirt.  Her hand casually dropped between her
legs and she stayed rubbing herself again.

   I told her I had texted Tom, a guy I knew from Club Jack, a place where
I worked when I was in college.  Club Jack was a "no touching" club where
worked in the nude as a "hostess" and chatted with men while they jacked
off.  It was a good way to make money without doing very much and at the
time, I desperately needed the money to pay for college.

   Tom and two other guys, Bill and Mike, were on their way over.  I told
Ron they'd be coming over and he didn't mind because he knew all three of
them from Club Jack.  The only one who didn't know about Club Jack was
Lindsay.  And that was the secret Ron and I shared.

   Just then, the doorbell rang.  I told Debbie, "Follow my lead."

   We greeted Tom, Bill, and Mike at the door.  All three were men in their
mid-fifties, all generally in good shape, and all married.  "This is
Debbie," I said, introducing Debbie to the guys.  Tom took Debbie's hand
and kissed it.  Bill and Mike simply shook her hand politely.

   "Let's all go sit by the pool," I said.  I handed Debbie a bunch of
towels, grabbed a couple of lukewarm bottles of water from the pantry, and
followed everyone out to the pool.  We all sat around on towels and chit
chatted for a few minutes - Debbie and me on one lounge chair and the three
guys in individual lounge chairs.  After a bit of listening to the men
complain about how hot it was getting, I took my bottle of water and poured
it on my shirt and shorts.  The material became almost see-through and now
my nipples and hairless pussy were visible for all to see.  Debbie followed
my lead.  The guys' faces lit up as the warm water from the bottle revealed
her huge aureolas and the landing strip between her legs.  Before you could
say "perky nipples," Tom, Bill and Mike had removed all of their clothing
and were sitting on towels on their chairs fully nude, stroking their
cocks.

   I could see that Debbie was still in a bit of a trance as she watched
three mature men masturbating in front of her.  While the guys continued to
stroke, I pulled my top off over my head, letting my breasts fall free, and
slipped off my shorts.  I sat back down next to Debbie, opening and closing
my legs to give the guys a better view.  They stroked faster.

   Debbie had a wide-eyed look on her face and she couldn't take her eyes
off their cocks.  I bent down in front of Debbie to pull off her shorts,
giving the guys a clear view of her naked pussy and a nice look at mine
from behind.  Then, I sat down behind her on the lounger, gently removing
her shirt by pulling it up off her now-raised arms and over her head.  I
began to massage her neck and shoulders, never losing eye contact with the
guys, who were really getting more and more aroused by this.

   So was I.  And so was Debbie.

   Debbie was now making little circles on her clit with one hand and
playing with her nipples with the other, alternately rubbing each breast
with her thumb, increasing in speed as more time passed.  I sat down next
to Debbie and did exactly the same thing.  The guys had big smiles on their
faces.

   A short while later, Debbie moaned with pleasure.  Tom, Bill and Mike
shot their loads onto their towels.  Debbie and I stood up.  I took her by
the hand, and we both jumped into the pool.  A moment later, the guys
joined us.  We all swam around in the nude for a few minutes before I let
the guys know that it was time for them to dry off, get dressed, and go
home.

   Back in the house, Debbie and I wore only towels as I walked Tom, Bill
and Mike to the door.  They thanked us for a fun time.  Alone a few moments
later on the patio and still nude, Debbie and I sipped chilled wine from
the fridge.  Debbie said she this was a "freeing" experience for her and
that she really enjoyed herself.  That sounded like an understatement to
me.

   I opened an envelope and handed Debbie six $100 bills, which was half of
the money Tom had given me on his way out the door.

   "What's this?" she asked.  "Your share of our tip," I replied.

   "Tip?" Debbie was genuinely surprised.  "Six hundred bucks for sitting
around in the nude for an hour and watching three guys jack off?"

   "Well," I chuckled, "We did masturbate for them." Debbie said, "True."
She tool a long sip of wine.  "But I enjoyed it, too!"

   We clinked our glasses and finished the wine that remained in them.  I
poured us both another glass and said, "Oh, I almost forgot.  Bill said Tom
told him he'd tip $500 next time if you would let him cum on your breasts."

   Debbie almost spit up her wine.  "Seriously?"

   I nodded.  Debbie took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.  "Well,
let me think about it," she said.  Then, she pointed to a security camera.
"I guess we gave Ron a good show."

   "Nope," I said, smiling slyly.  "I turned off the cameras when we got
here."

   We clinked glasses again and drank some more.  Debbie looked at her now
empty glass.  I refilled it for her.  "You're trying to get me drunk
again."

   I just smiled, put down my wine glass, waded into the water and swam
nude in my girlfriend's pool.



   Nude in My Girlfriend's Pool Pt.  04

   By the time Lindsay and Ron had returned to Florida from their vacation
in South Carolina, I had restocked their wine and spirits, straightened
everything up inside and out, and made sure the pool (where I had been
swimming in the nude while they were gone) was in pristine condition.  I
also turned the surveillance cameras Ron had strategically placed in the
pool and patio area back on.  Right after that, I texted them that I was
going to take one last nude swim in their pool just in case Ron wanted
another view.

   He did.  No sooner was my swimming done, then Ron had sent me the video
he captured of me fingering my clit, tweaking my nipples, and, oh yes --
doing the back stroke nude in the pool.  His email included an invitation
for me and my friend Debbie, one of my most well-endowed girlfriends, to
join him and Lindsay for drinks -- where else?  -- at their house for a
pool party the very next day.  Never one to turn down an invitation to
spend time with friends, I naturally accepted and texted Debbie, who
enthusiastically accepted as well.

   The next day, Debbie picked me up at my house and we made the short
drive to Lindsay and Ron's.  Debbie wore a button down pink cotton blouse
and tight, very sheer, white shorts.  Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her
nipples showed right through her blouse.  I wore a similarly styled yellow
blouse (I rarely wear a bra) and a pair of similarly tight but not as sheer
jeans short.  It was ideal attire, given that the forecast for this
particular summer night was no rain and temps in the low 90s.

   No sooner was I in Debbie's car when she told me that her husband was
not returning home from his business trip but had run off with another
woman!  Debbie said she felt hurt at first but had suspected something was
up when her husband's business trips got longer and more frequent and sex
with him had gotten more and more infrequent -- all of which explains why
she had loosened up so much over the past few weeks.

   Needless to say, Debbie now was having no regrets of having slowly
dropped her prudish ways by getting drunk, swimming nude, and masturbating
in front of a few male acquaintances of mine for cash.  (You have read Nude
in My Girlfriend's Pool Part 3 by now, right?)

   Debbie wanted to know what to expect at Lindsay and Ron's party.  I
said, "I think we're going to have a few glasses of wine, some snacks and
maybe go swimming.  You did bring a swimsuit didn't you?"

   A look of disappointment came over Debbie.

   "You didn't?" I asked.

   "No," she replied.  "I didn't think I'd need one."

   "So, let me get this straight.  My friend Debbie, who I have known for
years to be ultra conservative when it comes to modesty, is going to a pool
party where there will probably be people from the neighborhood, the
community -- all walks of life -- was planning on being nude in my
girlfriend's pool?"

   Debbie had a very awkward moment.  "Well, um...since you put it that
way, no."

   I laughed loudly.  "Gotcha!  It's just going to be you, me, Ron and his
wife, Lindsay.  And Ron's already seen us both naked on cam, so I didn't
bring a swimsuit either!"

   Debbie took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.  "What a relief,"
she said.  "For a minute there, I thought I wasn't going to have any fun."

   When we arrived, Ron met us at the door.  He was wearing a shorty
bathrobe which was wide open to the waist and came up to the middle of his
thighs.  Very tan and fit for a man in his late 40s, Ron obviously worked
out at the gym and spent a lot of time in the pool.

   Lindsay was a petite blonde with a small bosom and very firm behind --
no doubt from all that bike riding around the neighborhood that she did
every morning and those dance classes she taught at the Y.  She was in the
kitchen cutting up a watermelon and preparing a tray of snacks wearing
nothing but a smile.  Nude was the rule at her house.  I was expecting
Debbie to react to their lack of attire but she didn't act surprised at
all.

   Debbie and I each handed Ron a bottle of wine and thanked him for
inviting us.  Ron immediately put the wine in the fridge and moved behind
the bar in their entrance area.  "We'll save those bottles for another
time. Today, we're doing shots of tequila.  He lined up three shot glasses
on the bar and filled them with excellent tequila.

   "Cheers," he said, tossing his head back as he knocked down his shot in
one gulp.  Debbie and I did the same.  "My head is spinning," said Debbie.
"May I please have another?"

   Ron poured us each another shot.  Debbie downed hers in one gulp.  I
sipped mine slowly.

   "Now, you both know we run a clothing optional home here," said Ron. 
"So if you want to take off your clothes..."

   "I'd love to!" said Debbie, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. 
"But my fingers don't seem to be working too good." Debbie was already
plastered.

   "Let me help you," I said.

   I slowly undid Debbie's buttons, revealing her ample bosom.  Then, I
unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down.  Her lack of tan lines showed me
that she'd been spending time at a nude beach.  I wondered if she had any
stories to tell about that.

   Ron's eyes flicked back and forth between Debbie's breasts and her
shaved pussy.  I don't think he was even aware that his fully erect 8-inch
cock had slipped out of his bathrobe.  But Debbie saw it and couldn't take
her eyes off of him.

   Lindsay stepped up to the bar and introduced herself to Debbie.  "You
must be Debbie.  I see that Ron's gotten you drunk and semi-naked and has
already shown you his manhood, so you've had the tour.  Welcome to our
home." Lindsay looked at me.  "Why are you still dressed, Sandra?  Get out
of those clothes right now!"

   Debbie was so focused on Ron's cock, that she didn't even look in my
direction as I removed my top and my shorts.  Meanwhile, Ron continued to
stare at Debbie's breasts and his cock seemed to swell up some more. 
Debbie excused herself and asked for directions to the powder room. 
Lindsay showed her the way.

   When they were out of earshot, Ron said to me, "I know at least five
guys who would pay some serious money to cum on Debbie's tits.  And I'm one
of them!" I wasn't at all surprised or shocked to hear this from Ron, given
that he had been a regular at the masturbation club where I use to work. 
Lindsey didn't know this but the first time met her husband, he and several
of his buddies jacked off to me while I did a slow sensuous striptease.

   When Lindsay and Debbie returned, we all picked up our glasses and went
out to the pool area.  "Get comfortable," said Ron.  He took off his robe
and sat nude on a cushioned lounge chair, offering the two-person lounger
opposite his to Debbie and me.  Lindsay sat next to him on her own chair.
"Finish your drinks," he said, downing his tequila.  We all drank at the
same time.  We were all feeling good.

   By now, Debbie's speech was very slurred.  He put her arm around me,
accidentally (or was it deliberately?) brushing her fingers across the
nipple of my right breast, which gave me a bit of a tingle.  Then, she
kissed me on the cheek.  "Sandra, you're my best friend!" She rested her
head on my shoulder and the palm of her hand between her legs, massaging
her mound.

   Ron played with his rock-hard cock as Debbie got lost in her
self-pleasure, her eyes now closed and her hands feverishly caressing her
own body.

   Then, Lindsay blurted out, "Debbie, would you like to suck Ron's cock?"
Debbie's eyes sprung open and she stopped rubbing herself.  "I'd love to."

   She got right to work, taking Ron's hard member in her mouth and pumping
up and down on it.  Lindsay motioned for me to join her by the steps
leading into the pool.  She took my hand and walked me into the water.  I
must admit, I needed a good cooling off what with the oral pleasuring
Debbie was doing for Ron right in front of us.  She continued to suck his
cock as Lindsay and I positioned ourselves with a great view.

   "Stand right here and lean your hips slightly forward," said Lindsay. 
She pushed a button on the side of the pool deck.  A moment later, I felt a
rush of water against my clit.  "Good spot?" Lindsay asked.  I couldn't
speak.  I just nodded and moaned with pleasure.

   A moment later, I saw Debbie lift her mouth off of Ron's cock and Ron
shoot his load all over her breasts.  Debbie dipped a finger in Ron's cum
and then stuck her finger in her mouth.  Ron lay back on his lounge chair,
totally spent.

   Lindsay pushed another button on the pool deck.  The water jet increased
in intensity, pounding my clit.  Lindsay held me as I nearly collapsed from
the intensity of my orgasm.  "How was that?" she asked.  "Incredible!" I
replied.

   By now, Debbie had showered Ron's cum off of her body and had joined
Lindsay and me in the pool.  Lindsay asked Debbie to stand where I had been
standing.  Then, she pushed the button.  Like me, Debbie moaned with
pleasure.

   After swimming around for awhile we all dried off and relaxed on the
loungers.  When Ron got up to use the bathroom, Lindsay asked us if we'd
like to do this again some time with just us girls.  Or would Debbie like
to fuck Ron.

   Without hesitation, Debbie replied, "Both!"