Chapter 3

I slipped under the covers of my old, familiar bed and immediately felt ... comfortable. Thankfully, Mandy and Jerry were done because the guest room was right under the master bedroom. It wouldn’t take much for me to hear them from this room. Listening to those two going at it earlier irked me a little bit. Not that I wanted to run up and join in the fun, I didn’t, but I was a bit jealous of “Hairy Jerry.” I chuckled at my own joke. It was stupid, immature, and frankly mean, but it was true none-the-less.

I needed to get laid something awful. Being a nudist made dating difficult. That wasn’t something you just advertised on your dating profile without looking like a creep. So, to say things were a bit slow in the dating arena was a bit of an understatement. Thankfully, I was still firmly ensconced in the swinger scene, which afforded me a few adventures even as a single guy.

I needed to find my own “Hairy Jerry.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up at that thought. God, that would be awful. “Hey Babe, ready for bed?” Gross!

I missed the caress of a woman, her exploring me as I explored her. There was mystery and excitement in that, especially in those early days, weeks, and months of a relationship. The feeling of someone holding my cock, the feeling of someone’s warmth, the softness of their skin, the heat and desire in their eyes as the moments grew. I missed it. Those were things I had had in spades with Mandy any time I wanted them, and even times I didn’t!

I was also glad that Amber had come down and snuggled with me. Watching TV with her on the couch in the family room was always one of the highlights of my day. She was growing up fast, and I was missing too damned much of it. Sure, I got to see her on video calls and stuff, but that’s not the same as being able to wrap her in my arms whenever I wanted to. I will say this, Mandy hadn’t poisoned the kids against me like so many other fathers had experienced when they got divorced. For that, I was profoundly grateful.

I really needed to jump into the dating pool with both feet when I got home. See if the grass is greener and all that. Being alone wasn’t for me. I needed that special person in my life. Someone who turned me on with a single touch or a fleeting look. It wouldn’t be easy, but you can’t hit the pitches you don’t swing at.

Which made me curious about Keith and Wendy. I hadn’t seen either of them in a long time. Mandy and I had been together the last time we got together, and, well, that visit had been hot.

That had been our last long weekend at the house by the lake that Wendy’s parents owned and let her use when she wanted. The place was isolated enough that clothes had been abandoned almost immediately. The kids had largely gone off and done their own thing, leaving us adults plenty of opportunities to play. Wendy and I had started our mornings in the hot tub while our spouses and kids slept in.

My dick stirred at those memories. Wendy was blessed with almost no gag reflex, and on top of that, she had an oral fixation that could never be sated. So, she always loved it when she could slip my dick into her mouth, and she was really, really good. She’d pull her long brown hair back under a scrunchie and, for lack of a better description, worship my dick. She had this thing were instead of stroking me to get me hard or even kissing and toying with each other, she wanted to feel my shaft fill and expand in her mouth. All the way in her mouth.

It was one of the most intense experiences I’d ever experienced in my life. As the memories flowed, I continued to harden. So, I decided ... why not? We’d taught the kids for years that masturbation was normal, so there was no need for me to be weird about it.