Jenny's Friendship

"Did you make love?"

I've just started the three-hour drive home and am on the phone with my wife, Sophia. I've been working for three and a half days in another city where, coincidentally, a friend of ours also lives.

Instead of booking a hotel, she's offered me her guest room.

I try to dodge the question at first, but my wife isn't fooled:

"She's been trying to set you up for years."

That's kind of true.

Jenny and I worked together on a project 10 years ago and then lost touch, with occasional Facebook contact. Her relationship ended four years ago, and we've been in touch more often since then. Immediately after the breakup, we hosted her in our guest room for a few days, and in the years since, she's regularly come over for weekends.

Nothing special, really, just helping a friend get her life back on track. It worked quite well, especially after she bought a house in a town three hours north of us. She was incredibly proud of it and couldn't wait to get the keys, she told us during a weekend stay with us.

She had to be in our town on Friday, and of course, we offered to let her stay the night. And because it was a beautiful weekend with temperatures round 90 degrees, I suggested we go kayaking on Saturday.

After breakfast, I loaded the sit- on-top kayaks onto the car, and soon we were on our way to a large local lake. I'd packed a simple lunch for the three of us to eat on one of the many beaches. The lake was busy, so the beaches were also full of boats and cheerful people.

I suggested we go to the nudist beach because it's usually quieter there. Sophia and I go there often with friends, so it was the most normal thing in the world for us.

Luckily, Jenny agreed after some hesitation, and we paddled toward a quiet bay where more boats with nudists were beached and anchored. We beached our kayaks, and I immediately stripped naked and ran into the water and dived under for a quick cooldown.

Sophia also took off her T-shirt and bikini bottoms and calmly walked into the belly-deep water. Jenny watched us hesitantly, and you could tell she was a bit uncomfortable, but she started by taking off her T-shirt, folding it neatly, and placing it in the boat. Then, hesitantly, she followed suit with her bikini, which she quickly put in the boat.

Naked, she quickly stepped into the water and immersed herself in the wonderful water. The awkwardness quickly disappeared when she discovered the liberating feeling of swimming naked. We swam for a bit and relaxed in the water.

I suggested swimming to the other side of the bay. Sophia was more interested in laying down on the beach to enjoy the sun.

Jenny and I swam across the bay to the other beach and then walked all the way back to Sophia's beach. During that walk, Jenny lost all her embarrassment and behaved as if she'd been a nudist for years.

At lunch on the beach, Jenny told me it was her first time walking naked. She skinny dipped before, from an anchored sailboat, but no one besides her then-boyfriend had witnessed it.

She admitted that at first, she felt like everyone was looking at her and judging her, but she soon realized that others had little interest in yet another woman walking around naked. That quickly dispelled her embarrassment.

After lunch, we spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach, occasionally taking a dip in the water. Around 5 p.m. it was time to paddle back to the parking lot. All three of us reluctantly put our clothes back on and paddled back to the car.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully.

Sunday was another beautiful day, so I installed three sun loungers on the lawn and stripped naked and enjoyed the sun. When Jenny and Sophia stepped from the living room in the garden, they were chatting about something and didn't notice at first that I was laying naked. When she saw, Jenny reacted surprised and asked "Oh, you're lying here naked?"

Sophia told her that, being nudists, it was quite normal for us to tan naked in our garden.

"But the neighbours could see you from their second-floor windows".

"Yes, they can, but they know we are nudists and are used to seeing us naked. No worries" Sophia responded and stripped naked herself.

"Come, join us" Sophia invited Jenny to also shred her clothes.

Jenny hesitated quite a bit but eventually pulled her T-shirt over her head and took off her shorts. Still a little hesitant, she stood there in her thong and bra. Slowly, her arms moved behind her back to unhook the clasp of her bra. Holding the cups for a moment, she seemed to be in two minds about taking the final step. Suddenly, she dropped her bra onto the grass, and in one swift motion, her thong came off, and she flopped onto the sun lounger, immediately turning onto her stomach.

Throughout the day, her shyness faded. At one point in the afternoon, she was walking around as if she had been a nudist for years.

I suggested grilling some burgers with a side of salad. Both ladies went to the kitchen to prepare the salad while I lit the grill and set the table on the patio. Towels over the chairs (as nudists always do) were a sign that clothes could stay off during dinner. I only wore a leather apron while grilling. After all, you don't want to roast your dick ;-)

After coffee I needed to bring Jenny to the railway station for her trip home. I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, while Jenny put on her thong. She hesitated with her bra, and with a big grin, she put it in her bag. She had a proud smile on her face before pulling on her T-shirt and shorts.

I think that was the first time she'd gone braless on a trip.

Years later, Jenny told Sophia and me that her desire for sex with me was born during that first weekend of nudism. That wouldn't happen for a few more years, and until then, she would occasionally come stay with us, and we'd go boating together a few times, naturally including lunch at the nudist beach.

Jenny got used to Sophia and me being open about nudity at home. After those visits to the nudist beach and tanning naked in the garden, you no longer have anything to hide from each other, and you simply walk around the house naked, for example, to shower. Sunbathing naked in the garden, which you normally don't do with guests, was now the norm rather than the exception.

"Bob, all those times she was at our house, and especially after that first kayak trip, I could already tell she had a thing for you.

You might be blind to it, but women see it.

So, when she invited you to stay with her, I knew right away what she was up to."

I sputtered, trying to make it clear that when I accepted the invitation, it was just a sleepover for me, with no other motives.

"There goes the naive nudist," my wife sneered.

"Jenny probably had other ideas. But tell me; what happened?"

After work, I arrived at her house a little earlier than she did. I had her front door code, so I could get in. I phoned to let her know I was there, and she suggested I take a shower first.

I brought my things to the guest room, undressed and headed to her luxurious walk-in shower.

Meanwhile, Jenny had also arrived home and heard the shower running. She came into the bathroom to greet me and grabbed some soap, handing it to me with the words, "Here, take this, I always love the smell."

I lathered up and, after showering and drying off, went to the guest room to change into shorts and a T-shirt.

Meanwhile, Jenny is in the shower, and I grab my laptop and head to the living room, where I sit on the couch. After about 10 minutes, Jenny enters the living room, dressed in white summer pants and a blue and white striped blouse, and asks what I'd like to drink and eat. We discuss it briefly and decide that pizza would be the best option.

We both have a beer and wait for the delivery driver while I compliment her on her house. It's an L-shaped living room with a comfortable, large lounge sofa and a large open-plan kitchen with a table and chairs.

We chat on the couch, and while Jenny gets up to get a couple more beers, she fiddles with a bra strap. I laugh and wonder out loud why on earth you would wear a bra at home.

I don't know how women do it, but in no time, the bra was on the couch without her blouse being removed.

"Better this way...?" she asks.

"I think it's much more comfortable for you, especially," I reply.

We drink another beer with the pizza and enjoy our meal. After clearing the dishes, we sit down on the couch with coffee. We talk a bit about both of our jobs, and about the project I'm in town for. To clarify some, I pick up my phone to show her some photos. Jenny sits closer to me to get a good look at them.

We change topics a few times, and while we're talking about her house, she asks me if I can help her fix a lamp. Fine. I'll bring some tools from work tomorrow so I can fix the lamp. As a single woman, she's had to do a lot of home improvements herself to make her house comfortable, but she doesn't trust electrical systems.

"No problem for me," I tell her. She then plants a kiss on my mouth.

"I'm happy with you. And with Sophia too. I can always count on you."

Another big kiss follows.

I put my arm around her and ask her how things are going with love. I know she's had her fair share of dates with men. "I'm seeing three guys regularly now, but none of them are suitable for a lasting relationship," she tells me with some sadness.

Meanwhile, she snuggles closer to me, and we cuddle a bit. I get another kiss on the mouth, which turns into a French kiss. Wonderful!

My hand caresses her left side and a bit of her left breast. She shifts so I can hug her better. I caress her some more and then suddenly in an impulse I unbutton the top buttons of her blouse to gain access to her breasts. Deliciously hard nipples on a pair of beautiful B-cup tits.

She lets me have my way, and after a while, she takes off her entire blouse so I can freely let my hands do their caressing work. We kiss and caress, and I'm in seventh heaven.

This is so different from making love with you, Sophia. Exciting and super erotic.

Her hands caress my bare thighs and slowly move towards the edge of my shorts. I kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples.

Meanwhile, Jenny (of course) has noticed that I have a strong erection as she explores my dick from the outside of my shorts.

I'm not ready for her pussy yet. Those divine breasts first need all the attention from both my hand and mouth. I kiss, I lick, I suck, left and right. What a pleasure!

And Jenny enjoys it too. She completely surrenders to it and even stops exploring my dick.

After another French kiss, it's time to move down via her stomach to the waistband.

I undo the button on her waistband and struggle to pull down the zipper.

Just as I'm about to investigate down there, she grabs my wrist and says softly, "No, I haven't shaved in a while, and I know from our sleepovers that you and Sophia both shave and therefore like it shaved. Let me have a quick shave."

At this, she stands up, leaving me stunned. A moment later, I hear the shower running and don't really know what to do: visit her in the shower or wait and see?

I decide to wait, and fifteen minutes later, she enters the room naked and spins around in front of me like a ballerina.

Beautifully shaved.

I reach for her vagina, but in one swift movement, she grabs my wrist and pulls me off the couch.

"Come on, the bedroom is a better place now..." and she pulls me to her room where the duvet of her king size bed is already opened.

Still holding my wrist, she pulls me onto the bed and against her. She lets go of my wrist, and I wrap my arm around her, and we lie blissfully against each other.

I caress her breasts, and our lips meet again for yet another French kiss. That beautiful, bald cunt needs to be explored. My fingers find their way to her thighs and slowly move towards her labia. The moan when I part those lips speaks volumes. Jenny is thoroughly enjoying it. And so am I.

This is the first time in our long marriage that I've been in bed with another woman, and I love it.

"Well, that's great," Sophia interrupts.

"I don't know if I should be so thrilled about my husband sleeping with someone else. We've been married for almost 30 years, and you do this to me. Was this the first or the second night?"

This was the first night. We made love the other two nights too. But this first night was truly special because everything was the first time. Sophia, I know I betrayed your trust. You anticipated this, and I thought it wouldn't.

You were right, so just tell me...

"I don't know. We need to talk more about this when you get home. For now, continue your story. I want to know what you've all been up to."

As I said, I was just planning on fingering her. I move my hand over her thighs to her labia, searching for her clit.

It's easy to find, and I massage it with a vengeance.

Jenny lies moaning next to me. I insert a finger into her pussy, followed by a second.

I quickly find her G-spot.

It drives her wild.

And then suddenly she stretches her body, grabs me, and gives me a French kiss.

"Take off your clothes," she says hoarsely. I'm still wearing my shorts and T-shirt.....

I stand on the bed and pull the shirt over my head, then my pants down. The waistband first catches on my hard-on and then springs free. I've never had such a throbbing erection.

"You've never seen it like this before," I say, referring to all the times she's seen my cock in its flaccid state at the nudist beach and at our house.

"No, I could never have imagined it being this stiff and throbbing. Come lie down with me again."

Jenny grabs my cock and strokes its entire length, ending at my balls. She caresses my sack, and I'm in seventh heaven. What an amazing experience!

She strokes my cock and sack a few times before asking, "Can I make you cum?"

"Well, I won't say no! Of course you can!"

Jenny starts slowly jerking me off, stroking my sack and playing with my balls with her other hand. The pace of the jerking increases, and the feeling is divine. My hard cock hardens even more.

After a while, she suddenly asks, "Can I make you cum with my mouth?"

"Girl, you can do anything with me, except fuck. I'll reserve that for Sophia."

Jenny shifts a bit and her lips kiss the tip of my cock, after which the little spout immediately starts sucking.

Wow, what a pleasure! What a babe!

She expertly blows me until I'm about to burst. Just before I cum, she pulls my cock out of her mouth and jerks me off until I come in a massive eruption. I cover her tits with one wave after another. I've never come so hard!

"Sophia, you give great blowjobs, but this one with Jenny was truly next level,"

I continued the phone call with Sophia.

"Bob, I'm glad you enjoyed it, but this is changing our relationship. We really need to talk about this when you are home."

I drive the remaining two hours home, thinking about Sophia's reaction.

I haven't even been able to tell the whole story of how that first night went, let alone the other two nights.

Three nights of wonderful sex, and now I'm on my way home, facing a confrontation with the woman I still love dearly. How could I have been so stupid as to let my dick take over from my mind?

30 years of marriage down the drain?

As I get closer to home, the drive becomes increasingly uncomfortable.

I park my car and walk straight to the front door. I'll grab my things later.

"Luckily the key still fits," I think cynically.

Sophia is already walking into the hall as I open the door. She must have heard me. She walks toward me and, without saying a word, opens her arms for our usual embrace.

"Okay," I think, "at least that's normal."

I hug Sophia and, at first, can't speak. I finally manage to whisper "I love you".

She lets go of me with the words, "That, I bet you do, otherwise you could have left right away mister!"

Phew, that's going to be an awkward evening...

Sophia pushes the door shut, turns around, and walks into the living room, sitting on the couch. I follow her and take my usual place.

There, as usual, is the mail that arrived in my absence. I push it aside without even looking at it.

I look at Sophia, who looks straight back at me without saying a word. It's my turn...

"Sophia, I'm sorry I betrayed your trust and cheated on you. I let my dick take over from my mind."

"Bob, from the moment you were planning on accepting the invitation to go to her place instead of staying in a hotel, I've been saying she's out to get you into bed.

You claimed that wouldn't happen and that you'd just sleep in the guest room.

I just knew you'd run after your dick after she seduced you.

I just knew. Especially when you didn't answer your phone that first night and then texted me later that you'd call me on your way home. I just knew she had you hooked. I just knew she was after sex."

"And the crazy thing is, I understand!

Her relationship falling apart, her moving to a completely new city, far from her existing friends and family, her new job, the fact that she doesn't have a new relationship yet, and then you come along. A guy she's been seeing naked so many times.

Every time you were naked near her, she's been eyeing you with lust. Yeah, I see why she tried to seduce you that very first evening."

"And I understand you too." Sophia continues. "After all, our sex life isn't great. My oversensitive skin and muscles prevents us from being intimate for long periods of time. I hate oral sex, and giving a blowjob is difficult because your cock is too big for my small mouth. And fucking is way too painful."

"But Sophia, I didn't fuck Jenny. I thought that was a step too far. I know fucking is painful for you, but I still want to save that for you. I hope one day we can make love and fuck again like we used to."

"Bob, I hope so too. It's really sweet of you not to have fucked Jenny, but I'm afraid our old sex life will never return."

"I'm a realistic woman. I just have a condition that prevents me from giving you what I used to be able to. We'll probably hardly ever fuck again. Our sex will always be what it's been like lately: cuddling, a little blowjob, and jerking off until you come all over my tits.

I completely understand that you couldn't resist having sex with Jenny. I'm not mad about it. In fact, I wouldn't mind if you did fuck her.

But when you have sex with her again I want to know everything. Not hold anything back. And only have sex with her, because I know her. I don't want you sleeping with strange women."

Wow, I'm completely stunned. This is the last thing I expected from Sophia.

Later, I asked if she was sure I'd get a free pass to have sex with Jenny.

Well, that free pass came with two conditions:

- always use a condom

- no overnight stays.

For some reason, staying overnight at Jenny's was a bridge too far for Sophia.

So, I just booked hotels again when I had to be in town with Jenny.

That night Sophia and I had sex in our usual way.

For a change, Sophia gave me a longer blowjob than usual, and then we snuggled up together, she massaged my balls and I jerked myself off. I've never come so powerfully on her tits as I did that night.

After Sophia gets out of the shower, she crawls back into bed with me. "You still have to tell me how the first night went, and also about the other two."

I told you already; Jenny gave me a fantastic blowjob, and I came in a massive eruption. I covered her tits with a huge load of cum. I've never come so hard!