Chapter 1

Otto’s visit.

Otto our neighbour called in and asked to speak with Cathie when Cathie entered the room, she was very frosty. She sat rigidly on the edge of a chair facing the couch Otto and I were on.

Otto was surprisingly able to handle Cathie and the situation. He noted that he could appreciate that she might feel she was a spectacle for everyone there that last night we were together, but it was not true. Helga noted that sometimes things just happen and that she had encouraged Otto to make peace and return to good relations with her. (Yes, I knew what kind of relations he was anxious to return to.)

He made soothing sounds as he talked to her. He was so apologetic, so empathetic, and so sincere that Cathie soon relaxed. Although he was seemingly sympathetic to her, I noted that he did not once apologize for what he did, but Cathie seemed not to notice.

Anyway, as I said after talking to her for a little while, Otto had defrosted her. Otto poured her a drink and toasted to a return to good relations. Cathie smiled and joined in the toast.

From there Otto went into story telling mode and was quite charming and funny. He told stories from his youth, from his travel, from his work. One story was so funny, it had us doubled over in laughter. Cathie seemed not to notice that her robe had travelled over her left knee and a bit more cleavage was visible when she returned to her upright position. Otto, however, did notice.

He then started adding distances in his stories, pointing to various objects in the room to show the approximate distance. When he had drawn Cathie’s attention away from him as he pointed out the distances, he took the opportunity to look at my wife married pussy which was now exposed.

To get his best look he directed her attention to objects behind her. When she turned, her legs came apart even more and he could look at his leisure. He then looked me, smiling and directing his eyes to my wife’s pussy so that there would be no mistaking what his smile was about.

At first I thought it odd that this man who had already been in her pussy would take such delight in looking at it. Then I thought well it was dark, maybe he did not get a great view then. Finally it settled on me that he was taking such delight because it was a form of control - he was establishing that he was looking at my wife’s pussy and I was doing nothing.

Then he told a story that Helga had told him in their telephone conversation during her present travels. While in a sauna in Germany, a young American lad, about 16 had ventured into the sauna and froze when he saw naked women in there. He then commenced to get a hard on and was totally embarrassed, but did not know whether to run away or stay and look.

Cathie said something to the effect, “oh he went into the ladies sauna?”

Otto said no, that most saunas are coed in Germany. In fact, many, if not most, Germans are what Americans would call nudists and what he referred to as naturalists “as it is a totally natural state.” There was less shame in Europe about their bodies than in the U.S. He noted that people would sunbathe in parks and other public areas naked. It was common.

Cathie registered surprise.

Then Otto noted that he and Helga often went to naturalist resorts where all activities were done naked, including the Friday night dance.

Cathie seemed fascinated and asked about “well you know, hmm, do people do...”

Otto helped her out, he said sex was really not a part of it. In fact, public sex was generally forbidden. Of course, if some people were interested they could slip away, but it did not happen unless all wanted it.

Then Otto acted like he had an inspiration and said that he knew that Cathie’s first nude experience had not gone exactly as she would have wished, but it would be a shame if that turned her off permanently from a very freeing act and now was the chance to see that it can be nothing more than innocent and freeing fun. He then said, “let’s try it again! Right here in the house where you feel safe.”

With that he stood and started taking his clothes off and looked and me and said, “come on.”

I joined him and also stripped. Cathie sat there with a confused look on her face as if she did not know what to do. When Otto got his pants off, her eyes went to his large and well formed manhood. She could not take her eyes off his manmeat. I guess I could understand since it was unusual. He had a long and fat cock with a foreskin covering his head and forming an “O” at the end. It was somewhat veiny and was framed by two large, low hanging balls. His scrotum hung about 7” and his cock, even in a non hard state was almost at the end of his scrotum.

I do not know what she was thinking - “wow, that is what was in me?!” Or ‘I have never seen such a formidable and ugly weapon!” - but she was staring; she apparently could not help herself.

Otto gave her some encouragement to join, telling her it would be good for her to be in a naturalist state and that she should not hide one of nature’s beauties (meaning my wife’s body) from view and adding more soothing and encouraging words.

Cathie had not moved, so Otto went to her and took her hands and pulled her to her feet. No resistance, but no help either. She was passive throughout. He then undid her sash holding her robe together, opened her robe, and slid it off her shoulders, where it fell to the floor in a pool at her feet. Now my wife was standing naked inches away from this older, naked man. It was exciting to see.

He then told her to sit, which she did, rather stiffly at first with her arms folded.

Otto sat down and continued telling stories, never talking about sex or even nudity. He acted like this was totally normal. Otto did not say anything at first about my wife’s posture. Finally he told her she should act naturally. He had seen her naked and there was no need to hide her physical beauty.

So she slowly lowered her hands to her side to his verbal approval. He talked for some time, acting completely natural; and Cathie relaxed and did not seem to notice that she was totally on display. She too started to act naturally.

Otto then said when there was a lull in the conversation, “I have an idea. Let’s take another step. Chris, put on some music and Cathie and I will dance.”

Cathie was not ready for this. However, as I put music on, he pulled her to her feet and led her a few steps away to some open floor. At first, he kept his distance and Cathie followed his lead, although she was blushing a bit. Then he pulled her closer and when the second song came on, her fat tits were resting on his hairy chest. Her nipples were erect. She looked flushed but continued on dancing.

It was some sight to see my young wife, nude, in the embrace of this older, shorter man, acting as though it were all normal.

Next he let his hand slip to her ass. She took it off, and he stopped dancing and said, “in dancing, everything that is exposed is ok to touch. It would be a shame if that magnificent derriere of yours was off limits. This is totally natural at a nude resort.”

With that he resume dancing ... and resumed with his hand on my wife’s ass. They danced for a little and my wife stiffened and attempted to pull away, but he had a good grip on her. He said something to the effect that “this happens on dance floors and a good partner assists in hiding it. Just keep dancing.”

She did and when her back was to me, I could see what it was that “happens.” The head of his erect cock was sticking out between my wife’s legs!

Now this was really a sight to see, a big headed cock poking out jut below my wife’s large, well formed, globes of ass - my nude wife pressed against a nude older man with an erection between her legs ... and dancing! Amazing and oh so stimulating. I was a bit embarrassed and confused. It was a bit of a humiliation for me but a thrilling humiliation!

They continued for short while and he was moving slightly in and out, like a mild dry hump. The next time her back was to me, I could see the top of the head of his cock was wet - had to be her juices! He said, “You are doing so well. I want to kiss you to show my appreciation.”

With that he pulled her head down to his and kissed her. Then he said, “Please, a more intimate kiss” and pulled her mouth to his and this time frenched kissed her.

As they were kissing, he pulled his body away slightly, bent his knees, and pushed upward. My wife pulled away, saying softly, “no, no, we cannot.” Otto said, “It is alright, we are in private and it is allowed and your husband does not object. He is the only one who can say no.”

Still she softly said,” no, no, noooooooo.” He had entered her. She did not physically resist. Moreover, it looked like she had a little orgasm right as he entered her!!

So there I was watching this man again slide his cock into my wife’s (apparently willing, despite her mild protest) pussy. Then he stopped and told her to bend her knees and take it. She had her eyes closed but did as told and now she was fucking that fat cock, bending and unbending her knees to get that dick into her. I was extremely hot.