Naked Truths and Open Love
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Chapter 6: Naked Truths
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6: Naked Truths - A drifter artist shed’s his inhibitions and drops the weight of the past. This isn’t your typical romance. It’s about growing into who you are meant to be. There are exhibitionists, voyeurs, lesbians, group sex, and lots of shared love. Expect steamy moments and naked truths. You will find love, vulnerability, and a whole lot of skin. Be bold, be free and dive in. Let the tides carry you.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Spanking Group Sex Harem Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting
The villa’s glass walls glowed under the morning sun. I was enjoying the span of wild blue ocean in front. It had been three days into Claire and Elena’s world. My bruises were fading to a dull throb, but my mind was in turmoil. Their raw and naked world was enticing, but I was still shackled to my past.
I sat cross-legged on the grass near the pool. My pencil was moving fast on the sketchbook. I was in silk speedos. They were tight and yet so comfortable. My cock had been perpetually hard since meeting Elena. I was getting comfortable with this newfound freedom. My pencil had followed my change of heart as well. Claire’s ruby piercing was coming alive on the paper.
Elena was sprawled on a sun lounger. Her black thong was a thin shadow against her skin. She had her bandaged ankle propped up, and her nipples were tight in the breeze. Claire was lounging nearby. She was fully naked while Rosa applied the coconut oil on her curves. My veins pulsed with a mix of desire and doubt.
“Sketchpad, you’re staring,” Elena said. She had propped herself up on her elbows to look at me. The vision of her swaying breasts was distracting.
I smirked. “You all are a lot to take in.” I was getting used to their teasing.
Claire laughed as her hazel eyes locked on mine. “Getting bold, shy guy.” She opened her legs wide for my pleasure. Her diamond clit piercing shined under the sunlight.
My throat tightened. The twitch of my cock drew illicit laughter from them. I focused on sketching her belly button and piercing. My heart was stuck on the same question for the last few days. This all was too good to be true. Can I trust them?
Rosa finished up oiling Claire’s skin. “Draw me next, delivery boy,” she teased. “I want my portrait naked and wild.”
“You’re wild enough,” I shot back.
She giggled in response.
My sketchbook was filled with their vibes. I had spent the last few days capturing Elena’s fire, Claire’s steady warmth, and Rosa’s playful edge. Each line bared my longing to be part of their world. And yet my heart wavered.
It seemed Claire noticed my distraction. She got up and walked up behind me. I assumed she wanted to look at the drawing, but I was wrong.
Her naked skin hugged me from behind. She was gentle enough for my bruises, and yet I could feel her strength as her arms wrapped around me.
She leaned over my shoulder as I felt her piercings pressing my skin. “That’s so beautiful, Elliot.” Her breath was warm against my ear. “This is what I love about you. You see us beyond our naked skin.”
Her touch ignited the fire in me. The ice around my heart was cracking. Why was she so close? What does she mean by using the word love? My doubts still gnawed.
Elena and I were grounded at home until full recovery. Claire did not leave our side. Rosa managed all the housework and still had enough time to play with us. We spend every evening in the naked section of the villa. I had even managed to shade my boxers since yesterday. It wasn’t easy, but Elena’s persistence and Claire’s support had broken my inhibitions.
Something felt different today. Elena rested against the cushioned lounger. Her legs were wide open. A tight pink slit was visible in all its glory. Her head had dropped back, and her eyes were closed. She was unusually quiet.
Claire sat beside her. She was leaning on the side looking at Elena. She appeared to be on edge today. The sight was strangely intimate without any touching. My heart ached as the silence lingered on.
I picked up my sketchbook and started drawing them. I was halfway done when Claire broke the silence.
“Babe?” She called.
Elena opened her eyes and looked at Claire. The moment was electric, and they locked eyes. Her hand reached for Claire’s neck, and she pulled her in for a spontaneous kiss.
My pencil froze as the moment escalated fast. My presence was forgotten as they tangled over the wide lounger.
Elena moaned in their kiss. Claire’s finger reached for Elena’s pink slit. Elena pushed her hand between Claire’s legs in response. Their kisses deepened as they continued teasing each other.
I was an emotional mess by now. My cock was rock hard. I have been abstaining for long. I had not masturbated even after my turmoil with Elena in the cave. The ghost of my past was still on my shoulders. Now my restraint was hurting me badly. Their love was raw and beautiful. But I didn’t belong there. Their intimacy stung my heart.
They were lost in their own world. Claire’s fingers slipped inside Elena’s pussy. Elena gasped in pleasure. Her body trembled at the intrusion.
Claire was a big woman. Now, her fingers appeared even bigger in my eyes. I had not acknowledged the reasons for my breakup. My fear of lacking sexually surfaced with full force.
Elena had her own fire. She teased her fingers around Claire’s clit piercing. Claire gasped aloud and closed her legs. I couldn’t see what Elena was up to, but I soon saw Claire squirming in delight.
Rosa walked on her tiptoes and sat beside me. The distraction was a welcome relief from my emotional turmoil. However, it was short-lived. Her naked body leaned on me from the side. She looked at my erection, and her lips curled in a slow smile.
“They’re hot, huh?” she whispered. Her hand moved towards my cock. “Let them have their fun while we have ours. I won’t leave you hanging, delivery boy.”
Her fingers closed around me. The touch was warm and deliberate. She started stroking me slowly.
My body screamed yes as the pleasure spiked. My gut twisted in the next moment. Was I being disloyal to Claire and Elena? That thought burned hotter than my desire. I wanted to belong to them. Rosa’s fleeting touch was not enough for me.
“Rosa, stop...” I blurted out loudly.
The moment was broken. Claire and Elena looked at us in surprise.
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