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Living Naked
I was having a conversation with my wife recently, and we were reminiscing
about the early, prekid days of our marriage, where sex was a lot easier and
we spent a lot of time naked. She asked me about my first marriage and was
surprised when I told her that for about two years I was basically a full
time home nudist. When we were home we were naked. She was quite interested,
so I thought others might be too. Keep in mind this isn't so much of a
comprehensive tale, but just a few memories of how I got started, and some
highlights of fun times.
In case you haven't read my previous stories, my exwife, who I'll call "L",
was pretty and plump. She was about 5'8 with curly black hair and hazel
eyes. L had D cup size tits, a big round ass, curly black pubic hair and
quite a plump belly. From day one we slept in the nude, so I guess it wasn't
a big transition to being nude all the time.
It started on a dark, rainy cold spring weekend morning about a year after
we were married. The flooding rains and cool weather made us decide to just
stay home that day. We got out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen for some
breakfast, which we ate nude. As we finished I made some comment to the
effect "guess it's about time to get dressed."
L asked why? I didn't have a good answer, so just sort of stared at her.
"We're not going anywhere, no one's coming here (especially in this
weather), so why mess up some clothes. Let's just stay like this.
I couldn't argue with her logic, and was hoping for some sex, so didn't get
dressed. For the record, we did wind up having some nice after lunch sex.
Sunday was a repeat of Saturday, us just hanging around nude. Monday I went
to work, but she was off as her job was just part time. When I got home L
was sitting on the couch naked. "Why still naked?" I inquired.
"Didn't see the point, more comfortable this way. C'mon, get comfy with me."
So I did. Stripped down, and got on the sofa with her. We cuddled for a
while, then she started playing with her pussy. Spreading her legs she
really got into it, then said to me "Stroke it, I want to see you play with
your self." I pumped it while she watched, cumming all over myself. This set
her own orgasm off.
The next day I got home first, and was sitting in the living room still
dressed. L came home, and went back to the bedroom. When she came back, she
was totally nude. "What are you still dressed for?" she asked. "Get comfy."
This setup a pattern for the next couple of years. If we were at home, she
wanted both of us to be nude. Not that I complained much, as sex was great
during this time. Meal times were often fun. L would bring dessert to the
table, and often one of her plump tits would "fall" into the pie or cake by
"accident". Of course, I got to lick it off, with her sitting in my lap, her
big ass squirming on my cock.
One really memorable dessert she asked me to go get. It was a cake of some
kind, white I think. When I sat it on the table, she took my dick and slid
it on the top of the cake. "Oh darn." she said. "Look at the mess. Guess
I'll just have to clean it up!" Bending over she licked the icing off my
dick, getting it hard.
She licked and nibbled all the cake off my cock, then shoved it back into
the cake for some more. Her face was messy with cake and saliva, quite sexy
actually as I watched my dick going in and out of her hot mouth. When I said
I was going to cum, L took my dick and aimed it at the cake. My jism landed
along one side, puddling up on top.
Without a word L just bent over and took a big bite of cake, right where my
cum had landed. She returned, taking bite after bite until all the cummy
spots had been eaten. In the process she also managed to get quite a bit of
cake smeared on her face. Picking up a handful, she smeared some cake and
icing on her boobs and ate a little off. Finally looking up at me, she said
"Want some more dessert?" I dropped to my knees in front of her and helped
her lick the cake off her large breasts.
I smeared more cake from her tits, down her tummy to her twat. Sliding to
the floor, she laid back and spread her legs. She had taken the cake with
her, and plopped a big handful right on her crotch. I proceeded to eat my
share of cunt cake, her squealing and jiggling the entire time.
My cock, having had time to recover, was hard and ready for another helping.
I moved up and slid my penis into her wet and willing snatch, fucking her
like crazy. The entire time I pounded away L was taking small bits of cake,
putting it on her lips and I'd bend down to kiss her, our tongues mashing
the cake around each others mouths. We climaxed together, adding more body
fluids to the mixture of cake, spit and sweat.
Over time it just became normal for us to be naked at home. When we got in
the door, L would be ripping of her clothes right in the living room, and
expecting me to do the same. L even got to the point she was getting
undressed before she got home! She was a master at taking off her bra
without removing her shirt. If we were out, once we'd made our last stop and
were headed for home that bra came off. If we'd been somewhere and she had
been wearing a skirt, the panties and hose came off too. There was even a
brief time where she was getting naked in the car.
The duplex we'd been living in had been sold, and we had to move.
Unfortunately the apartment complex we'd wanted to move into wouldn't be
finished with building for two months. (Although it turned into almost four
with delays). L's parents worked out of town, but had their primary house in
the town where we lived. They helped out by letting us stay in their house
until the apartment was ready. The house was at the end of the street, and
the houses were staggered so the house across from us wasn't directly across
but down the street a bit. This meant you could stand in the carport and not
be seen from any of the neighbors.
So one night we are out, L's popped off her bra. L has this big cup of soda
in her hand, and manages to spill it all in her lap about a dozen blocks
from the house. She lets out a few choice cuss words, then starts to take
off her pants. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Taking off my pants, that
shit's COLD."
"Um, how are you going to get in the house?"
"Aw, nobody will be able to see me, it's OK I've done it before." We get
home and pull into the carport. L gets out, naked from the waist down. As
she's walking around the front of the car toward the door, off comes the top
as well. After that, it wasn't totally uncommon for her to get naked on the
bottom in the car, a block or so from the house, and pull her top off once
in the carport. That stopped when we moved, although I recall a couple of
times during the summer, we'd be driving on a hot night. She'd pull her
pants down to let the a/c vents blow right on her nether regions.
We got out of the habit when we moved to an apartment close to where I was
working at the time. I would come home for lunch, and she'd still want me to
strip naked then get dressed all over again before going back to work. Fun
perhaps but not very practical, and after several spirited "debates" I
finally won out. After that she became a little less insistent, and from
then on if we happened to be naked fine, but if not there was no urgency in
shedding our clothes. Many a time I came home for lunch and we ate, me
dressed and her naked.
There were a few times we did discuss going outside the home, to a nudist
resort. We got some brochures, and joined an online nudist group. We even
had a few phone calls with another nudist couple, but it just never worked
out.
I do suspect L used to hang out naked with her sister, although I could
never quite catch them at it. I have a memory of her talking about a time
when she and her sister were still living at her parents house, with her
parents away (recall they worked out of town). After me pressing her quite a
bit, L finally admitted to me she and her sister used to hang out in their
underwear a lot, and did from time to time see each other nude. She wouldn't
admit to more than that though, although I could tell she was hiding
something.
There were several times I came home at an odd time to find that her sister
had dropped in for a visit. Each time, when I walked in L would be there
with only her robe on, and her sister would be in the bathroom. When she
came out of the bathroom her clothes would always seem to be not quite
right, and would have to put her shoes and socks back on.
One day instead of walking right in I tried to peer through the sheer
curtain that covered the small window beside the apartment door. I would
swear I could see two women moving around, both of them flesh colored. When
I slid my key in the lock, one of them bolted for the bathroom, and moments
later her sister emerged wearing a bright green outfit. I know good and well
I saw no bright green through the curtain!
Well, time went by and eventually L and I broke up. During my single days,
between wives I spent my free time nude. I wasn't fanatical about it, i.e.
ripping off my clothes as soon as I got home, but when I was ready to be
comfortable I just got naked. On days off I stayed nude until either I went
somewhere or someone came over. Made it convenient as I jerked off a lot
during this time.
Eventually I remarried, and at first "A" and I spent a lot of time nude, but
that wasn't so much a choice for a nudist lifestyle but the fact we were
fucking a lot. A's favorite outfit was an old green shirt with a plunging
neckline, that stopped just above her waist. That was it, she ran around in
that and nothing else. Drove me wild to see her naked ass jiggling as she
walked around, or her fuzzy bush. I asked her why bother with the shirt, she
said the soft cloth rubbed her nipples and kept her horny.
We were very casual about clothing. We sleep in the nude, so when we first
woke up didn't rush to get dressed, but didn't fret if we were clothed
either.
Fast forward many years, now there are kids in the house. With two kids
(both girls), I have to be a bit more modest, so curb my nudism. I don't try
to hide it (i.e. they walk in on me in the shower) but definitely don't
flaunt it either. (I may be a pervert, but I'm not a sicko! ;)
My wife tends to be dressed as well, although has no problems being nude in
front of the kids, taking a bath or what have you. She says when she grew up
her mother did the guilt trip, be ashamed of your body, etc, and she doesn't
want the kids to grow up having a phobia about their bods. Since they are
all girls, she says, it's no biggie. Most often A runs around in her t-shirt
and panties.
When I visit a hotel, though, or the girls are away, I return to my naked
roots and enjoy going au natural. Sort of nice to let it all hang out. Well,
that's my story, sorry if it rambled a bit, I was just recalling memories.
Would enjoy hearing from others who like spending a lot of time nude.
Plump Lvr
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I hope you enjoyed this. If you got off while reading this, please let me
know! If anyone wants to swap stories, or has questions you can e-mail me at
plumplvr <at> hotmail.com . I welcome all correspondence (please, no spam or
minors.)
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