Nudity | Hedonism | Exhibitionism | My Sex Life Diary
48 Kinky Hours in The Nude with The Pool Boy, House Cleaning Crew & Car Detailing Guy
I think the Goddess of Sex has me under her wings! Kinky opportunities keep on showing up in my path! [My Sex Life Diary]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
Either the Goddess of Sex has an eye on me, or I am her daughter because my lucky strike continued on Monday. I’m wondering. Is everybody’s sex life that crazy in South Florida? Is it the heat? Or is it just me?
After my girlfriend Madison and her husband, Darnell, welcomed me so lovingly into their home with a romantic dinner for three on Saturday night, followed by a mind-blowing night in their arms, I got up on Sunday morning, feeling a bit confused.
I was trying to wrap my head around the fact I had sex with Darnell and Madison. Up to now, I was a sex toy while they were having sex. But on Saturday night, we were three loving partners. I felt loved, and that was wonderful! But I was also scared of losing the thrills they’ve provided me over the last few months as a fuck toy for them and a bunch of their friends.
We talked during the morning coffee. They were both dressed while I wasn’t. I guess I am much more of a nudist than they are.
I raised my concerns and wondered how I should call them. They are not my husband or wife. Boyfriend and girlfriend, maybe? I had been wondering for a while about a label that would make it clear that I am submissive to them. ‘Master’ could work for him, but I never liked ‘Mistress’ because that makes me think of a cheating husband.
We agreed to keep that on your list of things to figure out.
I found out more about who they are. Madison has family money, and they both work for Madison’s parents’ company based in New York. She insisted it was her parents’ company, not her dad’s company. She was born and raised in California, though, while Darnell is South-Florida-grown, which explains why he can easily gather male friends for our sex parties.
After morning coffee, I got dressed to go to my condo to grab stuff so I could work on my social media clients' accounts from their houses for the first time. They both kissed me when I was ready to leave, just like a loving couple would do. It was so strange to me.
I came back at noon, and for the rest of the day, we just hung out. Once again, I was the only one in the nude. That’s how I was used to being in that house, and I didn’t want to lose that.
We watched the new Matrix movie — what a weird one! So, this was all a video game? I was lost! But I have to admit that I didn’t try to follow. I was just soaking in the moment, stretched on my back on the couch, with my head on Darnell’s lap. Madison was in an adjacent chair, looking at us and smiling. It was as if he was my husband and she was a guest!
At one point, when I was alone with Madison, I inquired about me taking too much room in her husband’s arms. She insisted it was no problem. She loves both of us and loves to see us happy together. I’m thinking she may be a voyeur.
Sunday night sex was even more glorious than it had been on Saturday. The highlight was the Eiffel Tower. At least, I think that’s what it’s called. Madison was sitting on her husband’s cock while my pussy was on his face. Madison and I were passionately kissing.
It was the first time Darnell ate me. Before the weekend, it had always been about using me to please himself. In fact, I was rarely allowed to come during our prior sex encounters.
At one point on Sunday night, Darnell got neglected, though. When Madison and I kiss, fire is ignited! She stopped riding the cock for a while, and we simply kissed. Darnell’s had become a sex toy we were using! What a change one weekend can do!
On Monday morning, they both left for New York City in a black car service while I was still naked and sipping coffee. I had never seen Madison dressed up like a businesswoman before. She was very attractive! I didn’t want her to leave.
After they were gone, I walked around the mansion, visiting rooms I had never even seen before. They trust me, it seems! And I so enjoyed being barefoot & naked since I had come back on Sunday!
I took out my MacBook and set myself to work by the pool. At the condo, I cannot go in and out of the house in the nude or work in my birthday suit by the pool because it is a shared area. Here, I can feel the sun caressing my body by simply stepping out. I am becoming more spoiled than ever before!
And then, out of nowhere, there was a young man standing next to me. Strangely enough, for an exhibitionist, my first reaction was to hide my boobs and pussy. I wonder if that socially imposed reflex will ever go away. But I got a hold of that feeling and stood up to introduce myself, my tits pointing at him.
He was the pool guy. What a cliché! I didn’t shake hands with him. Instead, after we introduced each other, I gave him a hug.
“Nice meeting you!” I said.
I went back to my long chair, and he got to work. Was I in a porn movie? I couldn’t concentrate on my work very well.
And then, noise from inside the house brought me back from daydreaming. Of course, I went to check.
There was an old man and an old lady in the house, cleaning! He gawked at me. But she didn’t seem to care one way or another. I have no idea if they were a couple or not. I didn’t ask.
After introducing myself to them, I went back to the pool, the long chair, and the pool boy.
I thought I shouldn’t miss the opportunity to do something kinky because next time, I wouldn’t be a novelty to him. It is such a classic scene: a naked woman suntanning while the pool boy tries to work.
He was looking at me about every other second! I made a hand gesture as if I was stroking a cock and moved my lips to articulate “show me.”
He nodded in the negative, but I kept insisting, and when that got me nowhere, I switched strategy. I caressed my boobs and my belly with my left hand while I placed my right hand over my pussy, opening my lips and pushing my fingers inside. Once I licked those fingers, he stopped working and looked squarely at me.
I made the hand signals again for him to show me his cock and masturbate. Men being weak, he finally unzipped his shorts and pushed them down. That cock was already hard! I was simply helping him feel more comfortable!
So, this can happen for real. It’s not just in porn movies!
He caressed himself but visibly had issues with a lack of lubricant on his rod. He squeezed it more than he stroked it. Yet, shortly after, I could see he was already about to come. Jeez! I think that was a speeding record!
He looked around, desperate. I figured he was looking for something to catch the sperm, so I got up and walked toward him. He froze. Totally. A statue. I kneeled in front of him, grabbed his penis, and pulled my tongue out. I twirled it around the head of his cock a couple of times, then repeatedly licked the underneath of the little head until the sperm jetted out on my tongue with some ending on my face.
We were done almost before it started! So I got up and used my fingers to scoop sperm from my face and lick it. He was still frozen. I laughed and went into the house to clean my face.
And here’s the existentialist question I had walking back into the house. Should I tell Darnell and Madison when I do sex stuff with other people without them? Will they tell me if they do? I added it to our list of topics to discuss.
After cleaning my face and pouring myself a glass of iced tea, I noticed something was happening in the driveway. There was a pickup truck I had never seen before. The Ferrari and the Lotus were out of the garage, and a guy was working on them.
I sent a text to Madison: “How many people have the key to your house? Traffic jam here!”
“Oops! Sorry! Monday is the busy day,” she replied.
I walked out naked, barefoot on the asphalt, and introduced myself. He stopped working, and his eyes grew the size of the moon. Then he checked a message on his phone.
“I’ll be doing your Jeep, too,” he said, pointing at his phone.
Damn! I could get used to this lifestyle!
And there was something about being barefoot on asphalt as if my brain associated asphalt with a public place or that I simply should not be barefoot on that texture. Either way, it was even more exciting than by the pool.
Furthermore, it reminded me of when Darnell & Madison had me sleep naked in their driveway, chained to the new Jeep they had just given me. So much happened in April and May! In any case, this is the kind of stuff I hope they will keep on doing with me (or to me). And hopefully, with a testosterone-filled NBA and NHL playoff weekend coming, they will have opportunities.
I hung around with the car detailing guy for a while, always staying in his line of sight for the thrill of it. Wasn’t that another cliché? A naked woman and expensive cars?
It was another opportunity I didn’t want to miss because, next time, I would be old news. And, of course, I wanted something more interesting for this report. I often think about My Sex Life Diary when I am engaged in sexual activities or just being nude… I like it when you, guys, tell me that your cock got hard when reading one of my intimate reports!
I walked to him, grabbed a mitten out of his hand, dipped it in his bucket of water and soap, and washed my boobs.
“Do you need my tits to wash the windows?” I asked, shaking them.
He didn’t answer and simply reached for the mitten. Boring!
“No? Just in the movies?” I said in a sad tone of voice before going back inside to wash my boobs and belly.
Monday had turned out to be quite satisfying for the exhibitionist in me.
I wondered for a while what kinky stuff I could do with the cleaning crew, but couldn’t think of anything exciting. In most fantasies, it seems like it’s always a female cleaning lady getting nude and fucked. And in this case, I was the host and already in the nude. If you have ideas, let me know in preparation for the next time I cross paths with them!
I slept alone in the master bedroom, our bedroom now (it sounds so weird to say that), naked, in the middle of the mattress, imagining Darnell and Madison on each side.
And now, on Tuesday morning, I’m naked by the pool again, writing this report for you. I have been naked for 48 hours!
I’ve been naked for longer periods during sex parties, but those are just that: a sex party. And I spent entire weekends nude at home where I grew up. But there was something unique about simply being nude, working and living, in and out of a friend’s house. For me, there’s always a sexual component to being nude. I am not a hedonist trying to push aside sex. But nudity in itself is also good, as I discussed before.
The last 48 hours have been great because of that.
So here it is! I’m pushing the publish button with my tits staring at the screen and wondering for how many more hours I will remain naked.
Oh, shit! I just remembered my quasi-boyfriend of a neighbor at the condo. He is off on Tuesday and Wednesday, and I had agreed to have dinner with him tonight.
I like that guy. He could be a perfect boyfriend. And, you know… How many years do I have with Darnell & Madison? I am in my mid-20s, but once I get older, they may want to trade for a newer model, right? Fuck if I know!
In any case, I’m gonna go get dressed, get back to the condo, and see.
Hugs & kisses!
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