Bronc and Barb arrived early in a yellow, antique, Pinto at my Hôtel de Nus resort in the dense city complex. Just another couple escaping a year of self quarantine in November. 2020 will soon be history, but it has been a record setting year for my certified resort. My slim, busty, and nude bell hop, wearing just a covid mask, burgundy cap and shoes, greeted them in the ornate, sheltered portico away from the drenching rain. She passed them new masks. He smiled as he studied her lush body, she stared at her, open mouthed.

Bronc rushed to our free-standing reception desk. My seated, masked, blasé concierge greeted them with scripted words, as required, and added some of his own. I’ll have to speak to him about that. “Welcome to Hôtel de Nus. You have reservation papiers, I see. Valet is moving your, um, voiture to our privee parking. We do hope it is the fuel cell version without the petro engine or exploding gas tank. This is your partner?” He nodded at Barb. It was only then that they noticed all 30 or so guests in the elaborate lobby were naked, yet masked.

“Your covid vax card is complete and your STD panel is clear so you are approved for full sexual contact as you and your partners agree. You are in room 929 and so your clothing will rest here in box 929. You may state your base sexual preference as hostess H9 assesses you. It is de rigor.”

“Wait. What? All our clothing?” protested Barb. At a finger snap from him, four naked hosts, two male and two female smoothly swept in and quickly stripped them, leaving them only in blue masks and shoes. When HM1 (Host Male 1) and HM2 wordlessly stripped Barb as HF1 and HF2 swept along Bronc’s body, with special attention to his nascent cock, she stopped resisting.

“Oui, madam. That is in our name, non? This is a safe place for all sex contacts.” Barb gasped, shy as he had informed us, as his hairy dick stiffened. His hands wanted to cover his rising cock, but he fought them off for her sake.

Hostess 9 (H9) glided in smoothly, naked except for her purple mask, shoes, a black velour collar with white bow tie, and a 1” wide, purple wrist band. I swept my cameras up and down their bodies. Throbbing neck veins showed their hearts raced as they looked around furtively. The other nude guests regarded them casually and briefly studied their sexes as the male hosts perked up Barb’s bent, yet stiffening nips. Though I continued to observe my guests in all their activities, I will let Bronc read from his journal notes about their vacation here. My green light flash, three on, pause, repeat until she nodded, told H9 that I approved her to continue.

Concierge handed me three blue objects: a DVD showing hotel options, wrist band explanations, and activities; a detailed map of the entire resort; a thick book explaining hotel rules, programs, nightclub theater, outside eateries and hotel restaurant info plus many ads. Concierge looked us up and down, bored, “You are still on time for ze hôtel breakfast after your assessment. Lunch starts in one hour. The purple bands you see identify hôtel staff. They are always available for your pleasures. The color stripes further define their preferences. You will choose your own base band and stripes shortly.”

Still standing naked mid lobby, under a six-tier crystal chandelier, beautiful H9 added to our profile in her tablet. She watched HM1 & 2 circle my naked wife and gently stroke her face, sides, legs and ass before skimming her full tits and stiffening nipples. “Good basic responses.” HM2 gently roamed in her pubes before circling her clit. H9 slipped a dispassionate finger into Barb’s pussy. “Still dry at early stim. Light clit and vaginal contact adding nominal moisture in vag. Madam, I will schedule you both for grooming and you may choose how you want your pubes styled. Feel free to examine any others closely and expect them to examine you before and after your trim.” So disappointingly clinical. I can’t wait to get her out of her ‘uniform.’

She smiled at Barb as she caught her breath. “So, that’s why you didn’t want me to trim my wild pubes at home.” I neither confirmed nor denied it. Fighting her shyness for the adventure, Barb kept her arms stuck at her sides. She looked at the other naked guests as several stared and stroked themselves slowly. Most blatantly showed off their hairless genitals. “Honey, are you sure about this? I never expected to be so publically naked so soon. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.” Frowning, Barb looked around again. I reminded her that she wasn’t ready for the nude beach day either, but she ultimately got used to it, then loved it.

Concierge stared at her flowering pussy, “What did you expect when our name is Hôtel de Nus? Mon dieu! You will be nus until you leave. Enjoy your visite,” he added with attitude.

HM1 licked a finger and gently wiggled inside Barb’s ass. She gasped and surged her pussy deeper onto HM2’s two fingers in it. “Good anal response,” wrote H9. HM2 began pinching her hard nipples as his thumb circled her clit. Barb’s raspy breathing signaled the onset of her fastest orgasm to date, her first one so public. The two HMs stepped up their stim and, as the concierge and several guests watched, Barb blushed and surrendered to a shuddering climax. H9 smiled as she added, “Good orgasmic response. You will fit in well with our shared activities. Your mate remained calm, if aroused, showing he would not cause problems. Barb, your base band is for hetero with female options.”

“Oh Bronc, there was none of this stranger touching on the beach. Even that touch-free strangers’ nudity was not easy to accept. Sex on the beach wasn’t easy either even while others nearby did it. Only you were allowed to touch me then.” I know she didn’t forget how hard she came then as others watched us fuck. She didn’t yet know that was all preparation for here.

Once my clothes vanished, my cock became the oracle of my arousal, 0 being down and flaccid, 4 being horizontal. It went from 2 to 0 as my clothes went away. Though embarrassed standing abruptly naked with strangers staring, my oracle began to rise again as I watched my wife respond and climax for us, 3. H9 observed and noted, “Mild response to partner climax. Needs help.” HF1 and 2 circled me and lightly stroked my face, neck, back, ass, thighs, nipples, yet avoided my cock. It twitched down to 1, then back up to 3. I don’t need help!

HF1 knelt before me and lifted my cock. She slid my foreskin back and squeezed me as Barb watched closely, 3,4. HF1 removed her mask and licked my bishop, pressed my frenulum with her warm tongue, 4 and thrusting. She lapped my shaft and I became aware of many strangers watching and stroking each other. Pride flooded me and I wanted them to watch me rise and cum.

HF1 took me into her warm mouth and sucked gently until I was in her throat, then gulped. There’s nothing like a hot, strong throat clench. With a loud groan, I became aware of HF2 petting my ass as her other hand used a wet finger to breach it. Then, she licked and stroked my round muscle, 5. When she found my prostate, I shouted my release ensuring all heads turned to watch me swell HF1’s throat as I filled her belly with my cum. More cum surged into her mouth and spilled onto her full tits.

H9 noted, “Strong response to head and prostate, copious cum. Barb, would you like to lick his cum off her tits?” When Barb happily removed her mask and took in the flawless, sticky tit and throughly lapped it clean, H9 added to our profile, “Barb enjoys eating cum and tits. Pursue bi experiences. Bronc, do you have any desire or fantasy of sex acts with a man?” I shook my head a leery “NO.” “Then I suggest your band indicate strong hetero with female connection. Yet, may I assume you would enjoy MFF and MFM grouping?” I considered it and looking at Barb, asked about an MMMF option for her pleasure. When Barb blushed and smiled, H9 added that note. With both of us recovering from breathing hard and now proud of sharing our orgasms with strangers, I asked where breakfast was.

Before he could answer two guests from the lobby came and slowly, wordlessly circled us. His shaved cock was stiff at 4, her clit stood proudly out from her hairless pussy. She kept rubbing her clit as she squeezed my cock until it rose again to a 3. After a moment, she shed her mask, bent, and licked the residual cum from my hairy pubes. Though blushing, Barb seemed to enjoy watching a stranger, a guest, lick my bush and balls.

The male stranger was teasing Barb’s stiff nips as he watched his wife lick me clean. When she sucked me into her mouth, he knelt and brushed Barb’s hairy pubes aside. He lifted her leg onto his shoulder as she leaned back against the desk for support and stared closely at her parting labia. Barb’s mouth dropped as he shed his mask, sniffed her orgasmic aroma, then circled her clit with his nose as his tongue entered her pussy. He moaned; she moaned; he noisily lapped her wet pussy. My cock throbbed to 4. Both strangers left silently with broad smiles; both of us felt the frustrations of para-orgasms. H9 smiled as she updated our profiles. Is it too soon to invade her lusty, glistening pussy?

Almost forgotten, Concierge bitterly answered that we were too late for breakfast and had to wait an hour for the lunch service. “But you said we were on time for breakfast just minutes ago.” With great ennui he said that was many minutes ago, and perhaps we would like to see our room before lunch or meet and eat some of the guests in the lobby. What an annoying little prick. I peeked over the counter and understood his frustration. Did his attitude cause his failed one inch dick to lie still at 0 despite the blatant sex before him, or did the tiny dick drive his attitude? I could not care less. Without comment, we chose to see our room. A short but very well hung Bell Boy (BB1) approached wearing his purple covid mask, burgundy fez, shoes and purple band only.

Barb was fascinated by how far his loose cock swung with his steps. Flaccid, it nearly reached his knee. Blushing, she reached out and lifted it, 2. “Honey, he’s hung like a horse.” I wondered when she studied horse cock. “Am I allowed to do this?” she asked him belatedly as she blushed, yet squeezed and lightly stroked the heavy cock. He assured her it was encouraged with anyone wearing a purple band of either sex. They all had their covid vaccine and were tested weekly for that and any STDs. Barb happily increased her stroking until he was an enormous 4. “Honey, feel how solid and massive he is. It won’t bite.”

Reluctantly, I hefted his massive dong. When I felt it pulse in my hand, I couldn’t resist pumping it a few times out of curiosity. People passed us and nodded passively as we walked the hall with my stiff cock bobbing in Barb’s hand and a stranger’s massive cock in my hand. BB1 had to stop when he became a 5 and asked for either of us to eat him. He said they were not allowed to cum on floors or other building parts. Barb dropped to her knees, quickly shed her mask, and placed a hand behind mine as we jerked him together. In seconds, his average balls sent his soldiers charging up his cock, rumbling my hand. He filled and overflowed her mouth with his spew then nodded for me to finish eating his cum. I refused so he thickly coated my wife’s face and tits. He was too big to fuck her, so he finished cumming on her belly and hairy pubes. Smiling, she rubbed his cum across her body so it didn’t mess the floor.

When he kept squirting, she scooped it and smeared my belly and legs. Gross! He removed his mask and lapped Barb’s face and tits clean before turning to me and lapping his cum off me though I had backed against a wall. When I closed my eyes, I found it rather pleasant, 3. I lurched when I felt his tongue circle my helm then suck me into his mouth. My concern about an MFM encounter began to wane. He spread Barb’s pussy open and drank her nectar before lapping her pubes clean and putting his mask back on. That time, she didn’t blush, but lifted her leg for him, held his head against her pussy, and smiled.

We finally got to our room, Barb holding the monster cock all the way, and found a message waiting. Our appointments for our grooming were due. When I confirmed we would still be on time for lunch, we rushed down to the trim room.