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One hot, sunny, summer day we were walking along a local beach, G in a one piece swimsuit, me in swimming shorts. The tide was out and we slopped along the sandy flat in bare feet, carrying Crocs in our hands. At the end of the public area a high fence acts as a barrier to the adjacent nature reserve. The final fifty metres before the fence is well known as an unofficial naturist haunt, so while appearing to be looking ahead we also glanced surreptitiously up to the sheltered sections between the groynes. One single man lay belly up taking the sun, but in the last bay there were two figures, looking much like a couple.
At low water you can walk around the fence, which we have been doing for years. Empty sands stretched away, to our right the soft cliffs were broken by areas where trees and turf had fallen down. On and on we walked, enjoying the sun in our faces, the sea glistening in the distance, the island hills across the water green and pleasant.
In time we realised the tide had turned, the flats were being covered, so we turned around to head back. By the time we reached the fence the seaward end was well into the water, so we put our Crocs on and walked onto the shingle towards the cliffline. At the top there is one section where it is just possible to squeeze through the wooden verticals.
As we came through a soft voice said “naughty, going in there!” We grinned at the woman - “”Naughty but very nice!” She laughed, her flesh wobbling, absolutely naked. Beside her a man sat up enjoying the joke. G giggled “Anyway not as naughty as you - this isn’t an official nudist area”. We all dissolved into laughter. The woman stuck out her hand “I’m Angie and he’s Peter”. We introduced ourselves, then Angie, with a wave of her hand “Come and join us and enjoy a drink”. So we sat down, Peter produced bottles and cans from a cooler for us to choose from, passed one to Angie and we all started to chat, inconsequential stuff - family, homes, life in general. It didn’t seem at all odd to be doing this with two people completely nude in public, not a stitch between them. Perhaps ‘in public’ is a bit of a stretch, there was no-one else in sight. If the nude man was still close by we didn’t know or care.
I slowly looked over Angie’s body, my eyes hidden behind my sunglasses. Shoulder length mousy hair, soft, fleshy face with a cute nose, she looked to be late 50’s. Her body carried a bit too much weight, heavy boobs sagging down her tummy, prominent dark brown nipples. She was sitting with her legs tightly closed, her tummy skin hid her crotch, it was impossible to see if she was shaved or not.
Peter looked to be in similar shape, a well rounded stomach, full head of white hair, clean shaven, seemingly a few years older than his wife. Sat propped up against the groyne his legs open ‘mansplayed’, soft cock and balls almost unrecognisable amongst his pubes.
It’s probably impossible to sit with a pair of nudists and not, at some time, ask them about their lifestyle. “ We’ve been naturists for decades, just love the freedom” Angie gushed “haven’t you ever wanted to go nude?” G was quick to reply “I’ve always wanted to swim naked, but never had a private pool to use until fairly recently when we were on holiday at a remote farm and we were the only guests, I really enjoyed that”.
The afternoon had passed quickly, being the heat of the day gradually moderated in a fresh sea breeze, Peter and Angie covered themselves up and we started to feel chilled. “Would you like to come back with us for a barbeque, it’s only five minutes away”.
“Love to, our car is parked at the other end of the beach, we have a day hut there”. So they gathered up their stuff and we all trudged along the shingle following the water’s edge.
We arrived at the hut, put our chairs inside and locked the door. Angie looked quite wistful “I’ve always wanted a beach hut”. G replied “We’ve had it for many years, it’s so nice having this just a half hour from home. We couldn’t afford one of the big chalets though, they cost a fortune”.
Angie and Peter walked around the back with us as we ambled towards the car park to collect our cars. “We will make sure you stay close behind us, there’s nothing complicated about the route”. So we drove in a convoy for a few minutes before turning down a lane with large houses set back from the road. The very last was their home, in the gate and ten metres up a steep drive we parked. Out of the car we looked around at the garden wrapped all around the house, off to one side meadows dropped gently down to the distant estuary where a great white cruise liner was heading out to sea.
In the house we were shown through to their huge family room, kitchen, breakfast room and sun lounge combined. Peter opened a set of bi-fold doors, creating a four metre wide opening to a patio. Angie busied herself with gathering the food while Peter wheeled the BBQ cooker into place and fired up the charcoal. We sat outside, sheltered from the wind in the evening sun, nursing glasses of cold Australian Riesling.
Later we sat sated, full of good food and fine wine. The conversation had flowed easily, but everyone had skirted round discussing their lifestyle until a pause gave Peter an opening to start to expound. “We’ve been naturalists for many years, we brought up our family in the lifestyle, but there’s a hidden side to us, we love swinging.”
G’s mouth dropped open, but I stepped in straight away “We’ve just had the one experience on holiday recently when we played with a farmer and his wife. It was great fun, G got quite a sweet spot for Reenie, they were like a pair of teenagers together”. G recovered her composure to add “The icing on the cake was Quin’s big black cock, that man could fuck for England.”
Now it was Angie’s turn to look surprised “Yes, but we have an extra twist - we enjoy adding domination and submission to the mix. Bondage and toys are our thing and we switch around so we both get to enjoy the two sides - that means the dominator can choose to be dominated during the next session, it acts as a brake to stop one of us getting carried away, knowing the next time revenge will be on the menu. Also we’re not into pain, well perhaps just a soupcon sometimes to help things along”.
G looked rather nervous “I’m not sure if I would enjoy being tied up and dominated”. I thought for a moment before replying “Well you can be the dominant one, I’ll submit to you, just like in real life!”. G looked miffed “Me dominant? Huh!”
Angie joined in “That’s a good idea, it’s my turn to submit, Peter can show G the ropes”. We all dissolved into giggles at the double meaning. “By the way we shorten the roles to dom and sub”.
Somehow in just a few minutes the atmosphere had changed, from a casual BBQ to a charged sexual ambience and almost without knowing it we had been drawn into an erotic adventure. Angie continued “We can all have a shower to freshen up before we play, you can use our guest room - it has a full ensuite When you are ready we will come and lead you to our playroom and you can borrow some of our clothes to help get things going”.
Angie led us up to the bedroom, showed us the ensuite then opened a wardrobe “Here’s the spare sexy gear, choose something that fits and we will come to you in an hour - and S please take that blue pill on the cabinet now - we want you at your best”. As she left the room she turned, blew a kiss and smiled wickedly “See you then.”
S’s story
An hour later we waited in our room, the blue pill had done its job and made my cock fully hard. G had found a black body with a red stripe down the front coupled with pvc arm gloves with open hands, she looked stunning, her boobs almost falling out of the material. I had a nice pair of crotchless pvc shorts, a strategically placed hole allowing both my cock and balls full freedom. G was well aroused, a little earlier I had found a tube of jelly in a drawer and used my fingers to work it around her vulva and cunt, just enough there to mix with her own juices for me to work her clit towards its ultimate sensitivity while she ran her fingers over my shaft and scrotum as we snogged deeply sitting on the bed.
A knock on the door broke our reverie, we turned to see Peter enter. He wore a black T-shirt and a loose black full hood with cut-outs for his eyes and mouth. Behind him was Angie, being towed on a leash fixed to a leather collar around her neck. Black corset wrapped tightly around her body, suspenders stretched down to black net stockings.
She looked magnificent but there was no way she could see our admiration - her eyes were covered with a blindfold. Lower down her head there was a tight strap holding a ball gag in her mouth. The whole ensemble was finished with leather straps locked around her wrists and ankles.
Peter pulled her into the room, then asked G to stand up and handed her the leash. “As you are a dom you can take charge of sub Angie while I prepare sub S”. Peter motioned for me to stand up “Hands behind back, stand up straight and look at Angie, do not try to watch what I’m doing or you will be punished. We will use pain to control wayward subs”.
I followed orders, waiting with my hard shaft exposed in front of me. Peter grabbed my wrists, pulled them back away from my body before quickly locking on a pair of handcuffs. A few seconds passed with more rustling behind me before I suddenly found him reaching round my neck, placing something on my chin then pulling up across my face and over my head. I was hooded. The hood felt soft and clingy, some padding completely shut out the light and the room noise became quite muffled but there was a hole around my mouth. I felt Pete tugging at the back, then the whole of my head was trapped as he pulled a zip all the way from my crown to the nape of my neck. Next a collar went around my neck, I heard the satisfying click as it was locked on me. Finally Peter said “Open wide”, so I opened my mouth and had my first experience of a mouth gag pushed inside before it was buckled tight. A short fiddle under my chin and a pull forward made me understand I was now not only in the dark but on a leash, just like Angie.
“OK G, I’ll take Angie - you guide S”. I felt her pull on my leash and started to edge forward.
And so we started our trip into a new swinging relationship very different from the one we had on the Somerset farm.
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