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.