Last week, Fred stopped me and asked me to come for dinner at his house Saturday evening. “I hope you won’t mind joining us old fogies, but I have our niece staying with us, and I’d love to introduce you. Believe me, she’s a real knockout.”

I was a reluctant, since I knew Fred and his wife were social nudists. “Will we be clothed?”

“Not at my house. No clothes allowed. Come on, we all seen each other’s peckers in the locker room. It’s not a big deal.”

“But what if I get an erection?”

“Still no big deal. The girls are not demure maidens, they have seen them before, and they would probably be flattered by it.”

I was still hesitant, but the idea of having a naked blind date with a “knockout” made it very tempting. “OK.”

“See you at 5.”

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I arrived wearing an easily shreddable tracksuit, and was met at the door by a naked Fred and his equally naked wife. They were a very attractive and fit, middle-aged couple. I immediately noticed Fred’s huge equipment, that put mine to shame. His wife was one of the sexiest women I have ever seen.

“Welcome, Mike, please meet my wife, Joy.”

Joy reached out and shook my hand. “It’s so nice to meet you. Oh, here’s Amy. Amy, meet Mike.”

Amy was more than a knockout. Of course, she was also naked. She had the willowy body and face of a fashion model. She shyly offered her hand to shake. This was going to be some evening!

“Now get those togs off, and we’ll all have a drink. Mike, what will it be.”

“Just a soda, please.”

“You’re a teetotaler?”

“Not really. It sometimes makes me sleepy, and I want to enjoy tonight. Besides, ‘It provokes the desire, and takes away the performance.’”

Joy popped up, “Hay, I remember that. The old schoolmarm in me is coming back. It’s Macbeth—the porter!”

“Right on! Give that lady a cigar!”

And so the evening progressed with a lively mix of humorous and serious discussion. There was also a bit of low key flirting. I had a wonderful time.

After dinner, Joy and I sat together by the pool, sipped coffee, and chatted. After a while, I asked, “Where are Fred and Amy?”

“Oh, probably, upstairs, screwing their brains out.”

“What?”

“Fred likes them young.”

She then blurted out, “Are you a good fuck.”

I choked on my coffee and sprayed a mouthful over both of us.

She laughed, “Well, we’re lucky that we’re naked. Otherwise, we’d have a cleaning bill. So, are you a good fuck.”

“I don’t know. I’ve had compliments, and I’ve had complaints. I certainly enjoy giving my partner pleasure. As I’m sure you noticed, I have a small dick. Some women like it that way. I’ve learned to use it effectively, and I’m damn good at foreplay.”

“That means you eat pussy. Right?”

I gulped, and meekly nodded my head.

“Oh, I love being eaten.” She then went into exquisite detail of how and where she likes to be eaten.”

My dick started hardening. “Fred doesn’t do it enough. I also like to the return the favor, and I’m a wizard at the blowjob. Do you like anal sex?”

“I’ve never done it. It’s hard to do when you have a small dick.”

“I don’t get much out of it. Sometimes, I give Fred a treat on his birthday. By the way, do you prefer big boobs like mine, or cute ones like Any?”

“I like both. I like them when they’re sensitive to my attentions.”

She put her hand on my thigh and leaned forward. Her breasts swung invitingly towards me. “Mine are very sensitive and like a lot of attention. Why don’t you try them?”

“If were going to get into that, I would prefer to start with some kissing.”

She laughed, “Oh my god! A traditionalist! Yipee!”

And she leapt onto my lap and gave me a magnificent kiss.