Erotica | Sharing Economy
Sex BnB: He Booked a Room For Him & His Wife Without Noticing the ‘Clothing-Optional’ Mention In The Listing
What’s good for the goose is good for the gander!
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.
Bob and Zoey entered the house using the keypad code they had been given. The listing description stated that the hostess lived there, but they assumed everybody was in bed since they arrived late after an evening flight.
They walked in, trying to make as little noise as possible, and headed down a corridor where they presumed the rooms would be. They had been told to use the last room on the right with the number 6 on the door. But as soon as they started heading down that corridor, Bob stopped right in his tracks.
The door to the first room on the right was open, and a woman was sleeping alone in bed. She was on her side, facing the opposite direction, with the bedsheet pushed down, covering only one of her feet. She was in her birthday suit, and Bob’s eyes fixated on what appeared, in the dark, to be a perfectly round ass.
Zoey, who was a step behind him, pushed him.
“What the fuck! You couldn’t rent our own place? Since when do you book rooms in shared houses?”
They were inside their room before Bob had gathered his thoughts enough to answer his wife.
“The location! The beach is right across the street. And a nice pool, apparently.”
There was a handwritten note on the bed with two pieces of chocolate.
“Welcome to my house! Make it your house while you are here! We’re a family with no inhibition & we don’t judge. Respect is all that matters!” the note said.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Zoey asked.
She rolled her eyes, opened her suitcase, and got into her 2-piece pajama. He went to bed in his boxer shorts. As most people do nowadays in our smartphone-obsessed society, they check their social media feeds in bed.
“Clothing optional!” Zoey announced.
Bob looked puzzled.
“It says it right in the fucking listing! THAT is why you booked it!”
Bob denied it, but his wife didn’t seem to buy it. She turned her back on him and shut off the light on the nightstand. Bob knew better than to argue with his wife!
“Showers are communal; you’ll love it!” Zoey said in a sarcastic tone of voice.
Bob was just getting up when his wife walked into the room with a towel wrapped around her body. Still wary of engaging in such a conversation with his wife, Bob quickly went to the shower.
About halfway down the corridor, he found the entrance to the shower room. There wasn’t a door — except at the other end, where he noticed a glass door that seemed to give access to the outside. Two toilets had their own compartment with a full door, but the rest was wide open, as his wife alluded to. On the right, he saw a vanity counter with three sinks. On the left wall, there were two showerheads with a half-wall separating that area from the rest of the water room.
He smiled, thinking the week could turn out to be entertaining!
After taking a shower, he went back to the room. His wife was gone. He got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt then headed to the kitchen. Coffee and continental breakfast were included in the booking. He remembered that.
His wife was sitting on a stool, her back to him. On the other side of the counter stood a topless woman making coffee. She was barefoot and wearing tiny shorts. He couldn’t see her bare ass, but he was sure it was the same natural beauty he had seen the night before.
“God bless mother nature!” he thought to himself.
“Good morning,” the beauty said. “I’m Julia, your hostess.”
Bob introduced himself and sat on a stool next to his wife. He had difficulty not staring at the perky boobs before him, although he knew his wife was watching him.
Julia left after serving them coffee.
“I don’t find it funny,” Zoey said.
“I’m sorry, honey!” Bob pleaded.
“Ya? Sorry for what? For booking a nudist place? Of for staring at her boobs as if you had never seen any before? Or for not telling me? What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I didn’t notice the clothing-optional mention, for fuck’s sake. I’m sorry!”
“Well, I’m not spending a week here.”
Bob sighed. He had been looking forward to a week in a beautiful house right across from the beach — and, of course, he didn’t mind the naked round ass and tits.
“It’s not that bad… You don’t have to be naked!”
As he said that, a man came into the kitchen and poured himself coffee while mumbling a half-awake hello. There was nothing special about that since they had booked a room in a shared house, except for the fact that the man was buck naked.
On top of that, Bob suddenly felt small next to this hulk of a man. It was a mass of muscles, and to make matters worse, between his legs, he was displaying a long and thick penis — not something he could compete with! It was his turn to watch his wife staring at nakedness.
He noticed she was smiling for the first time since they had seen Julia’s bare ass the night before. Zoey’s eyes were traveling up and down the mass of muscles. It seemed to Bob that she stared more at the man’s pecs than his cock.
“What are you guys up to today?” the man asked while casually standing naked in front of Bob and Zoey, his flaccid cock about the size of Bob’s penis when it is hard.
“Beach all day!” Bob announced.
“Cool! I’m John, by the way! This morning, I will start with the pool. I need a nap before hitting the beach. I went to bed too late,” he laughed.
Zoey wondered if the cock she was looking at had been up and busied all night.
“I’ll be at the pool too,” Zoey said.
“What?” Bob exclaimed.
“Go to the beach, honey! It’s not that bad like you just said!” Zoey smirked.
Bob stormed out of the kitchen to come back a few minutes later with his beach kit comprising a hat, sunglasses, beach towel, and the like. Meanwhile, he noticed muscle man was already out by the pool.
“Are you coming?” he asked.
Zoey signaled “no” with her head. “I’ll see you later!”
“What the fuck?”
“Bob! You booked this place, and as you said, it’s not that bad. Maybe I’ll try the optional thing after all,” she said with a wink.
Bob was fuming. Zoey’s grin seemed to show she enjoyed that.
“Best if you are not around. I’ll be less self-conscious, honey! Go!” she added in an authoritative tone of voice.
Bob left and slammed the door behind him like a frustrated kid. That made Zoey smile even more as she turned around and headed out to the pool.
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