Coy
by Rose Eastmann

Written for coyotesxx, I met Carol AKA coyotesxx in the MSN Naturist room and promised to write a story for her based on her favourite fantasy.

I’m Carol, married to Paul, I’m older than I think I am, in my mind I’m thirty years old but as I have a daughter who is thirty, I have to admit to being older. One of the great things about having older children is that they no longer need you to be around all the time, so Paul and I take every opportunity to get away when work and other commitments allow us to. Australia is a large place but living in a big city here is like a big city anywhere, the only advantage is that a few miles out of town and we can be totally alone. Paul and I have been practicing naturism for almost half of our lives, and although we both like being around people, when we are nude it is nice to be alone, just the two of us. We have a place that we call our place, it is forty miles out of town, the last five miles are dirt tracks that only a four-wheel-drive vehicle like ours can manage to get over them. Our place is a bend in a river; the river moves slowly and has deposited a lot of silt and sand on the outside of the bend, this is exactly like being on a beach. Most weekends we take our sleeping bags and a little food and camp out all weekend, because we are alone we can be nude all weekend, we often drive back to town in the nude too. The usual pattern to our weekend break is that Paul will try to catch a fish or two in the morning and I will sunbath; than after cooking the fish over an open fire, or more likely cooking something that we have brought with us because Paul is a fair fisherman but the river is a poor provider. Then we will usually make love on our private river beach and sleep until late afternoon. Paul fetches dry drift wood and we build a large fire to give us light and warmth in the evening, were usually in our sleeping bags joined together early and make love until one or other of us it too tired or sore to continue. It’s a simple lifestyle but it counterpoints our usually hectic week, we have gotten to really need our weekends away, it has gotten to be the only time we actually make love these days.

We had a lot of important family and business stuff on in November and didn’t get to have a free weekend at all so it had been five weeks since either of us had actually relaxed or had sex. The drive usually took about three hours, I had stripped off as soon as we left the city limits, and the few vehicles we met on the open road were past us in the blink of an eye, so we assumed that they could see little of my body, Paul managed to strip most of his clothes off without assistance, but he needed both the cruse control and my hand on the steering wheel to get his trousers and pants off. So there we were, both nude, five weeks without sex, which was about four weeks longer that we had ever gone without sex in our thirty-three years together. Paul was telling me exactly what he was going to do to me when we got to our place; I was very wet with anticipitation and Paul had a very large erection. As we pulled into the little space that Paul had cut in the bush years before to shelter our car from the heat of the sun, we called it our detached green garage, we almost bumped into the back of a beaten old Land Rover that was parked in our place. We sat in silence for ages, there were people in our place, in all the time we had been coming here this had never happened before. Paul reluctantly pulled his shorts on and I tied a sarong around my neck. We walked the few hundred yards to the river carrying all our camping stuff but saw nothing unusual. At the space where we had fashioned a raised wooden platform out of driftwood that Paul had hewn into a flat surface over many weeks one summer to keep our stuff out of the dirt and to give us an excellent view of the river at sunset and sunrise, there was a back pack. Things just couldn’t get worse; we scouted up the river for about a half-mile but found no signs of our visitor. Then we needed to eat so we returned to our place and lit a small fire and as we cooked a little of the food we had brought from home with us a man came from the down stream direction. He was young, about twenty-five years old, I thought “I have two daughters that look older than him”. The young man introduced himself to us as Jim, he was surveying the river for the owners, they planned to sell most of the land and Jim’s job was to use the survey maps to divide the land into five-acre plots, but the river was a problem as it changed its course many times over the years, and each plot had to have access to its water, no one would buy a plot of land in the outback with no water rights. Jim had been surprised to see our little platform as the owner of the land believed it to totally deserted for many years. We explained that we had just been using the land for twenty-five years as a weekend retreat, and Jim asked us if we had any other markers to show how long we had been using the land. We took Jim to the tree that Paul had carved our names in that first summer, it had our initials and the date, that tree was about two hundred yards upstream from our platform. While I cooked a little extra food for Jim Paul took him downstream to the place that I conceived our youngest child, he had marked the tree nearest to that point the following year, the first time we brought our son to introduce him to our place, his name and that date was cut into that tree. Paul pointed out the place that Jim had parked his Land Rover had been cut out of the dense brush almost twenty years before. Jim asked Paul if there was any chance that he had placed any other mark or stake further along the track from our green garage, they walked along and there was small cross that Paul had placed on the grave of one of our children’s pets that had died of a snake bite the pet’s name and the date were both on the cross, that had been there for more than twenty years too. All the time that Paul was showing Jim our history Jim was marking his survey map and making notes, dates, markings, everything, he even took photographs of the various things that had marked our passage through time in this idyllic place. We all ate and had good conversation and as the light was fading Jim bid his goodnight to us and told us he would go and sleep in the back of his car, Paul was suddenly hit by something, he asked Jim if he had planned to sleep on our platform, Jim said he was, he had understood that no one ever used the place and it was the most perfect location in the valley to spend the night. Paul offered to share the platform with Jim, it would have been a tight squeeze but it was the best place in the valley to sleep under the stars. Jim refused and was about to walk the track back to his car when Paul stopped him, Paul took Jim a few hundred yards past our tree, up-river from our platform, that place wasn’t near as good as our platform but the land was flat and grassy, Paul had a large tarp that he spread on the ground and Jim thanked Paul and retired for the night. As soon as Paul returned I pounced on him, I was so horny from the weeks of privation and the talk on the long drive out to our place, and I have to admit that Jim was a very sexy young man and I had caught myself looking at his ass and chest, wondering what he would look like in the nude. Paul and I fucked, we didn’t make love, I tore his shorts in me need to get them off of his body, my sarong had left my body as soon as Paul and Jim were out of sight. After that first animal lust sex and the calming feeling it brought to me and I guess to Paul too, we made love, sensually and slowly, Paul asked me if Jim had turned me on and I admitted that seeing Jim had turned me on, we talked sexually for a few hours Paul asking me if I would like have liked to sleep with Jim, I admitted that I would. Paul’s reaction was nothing like I expected it to be, I thought he would have been hurt by my admission that I fancied another man, his reaction was totally different, he asked me if I wanted him to drive to the nearest settlement and pick up some food, he offered to be away for a few hours so that I could try my lick with Jim. I told him not to be silly, I was old enough to be Jims mother, Paul told me he had seen Jim looking at me when my sarong fell open while I was cooking and that Jim had gotten a woody from seeing me. I told Paul that he was imagining it all, Paul was asleep in minutes but I had thoughts running through my head, I had been faithful to Paul since I first met him and decided that Paul was the man for me, I had only one other lover before I met Paul and he only had sex with me once before I realised he was a no hoper.

At sunrise Paul walked to the place he has spread our tarp to invite Jim for breakfast, the tarp was there but the sleeping bag and Jim were both gone, Paul rolled the tarp and walked out to the track to see if Jim was sleeping in his car but that was gone too, the bacon was burned by the time Paul returned to me. “I think we frightened Jim off!” Paul said, we ate in silence and I took up my favourite position on our beach, where the sun could catch my body and I could watch Paul in his life or death struggle with the man-eating fish of the mighty river. Paul had a lot of luck and caught five fish, I had less luck, Jim was running through my mind, I was fantasising about him, I wished that Paul hadn’t told me he got an erection looking at my body. I cooked the fish and we made love all afternoon but we didn’t stop another night, we drove back to town and slept in out own bed. We talked a lot about the owner of the land that our place stood on selling up, it would fetch top dollar, probably a yuppie that would just hold on to the land until the town finally caught up with it then sell it for a massive profit to a developer. During the week we made up our mind, we both arranged a weeks holiday for the next week, we would spend the last nine days at our place then we would have to forget all about it and sunbathe in the back garden at home.

Friday night came and we set out as soon as rush hour had ended, we never usually drove out on Friday night as it would be dark when we reached the track and that would be dangerous even with our vast experience of driving that track. We turned the last bend before our green garage and noticed a little of Jims handy work, there were brand new wooden stakes driven into the deep red clay, we stopped at the first one, it had plot one painted on to it, there was n arrow pointing to the river with the number of yards to the river marked on the wood, there was another arrow pointing towards our green garage, that also had a number of yards marked on it. Paul paced out the distance roughly and there was another stake in the ground with the same plot one painted on to it, it also had the number of yards to the river and the number of yards back to the first stake. There was a second stake a few inches away from the first, this had plot two painted on to it and the arrow pointing to the river but instead of the two hundred yards to the river it had four hundred yards, there was an arrow pointing to where Paul had shown Jim our pet grave, Paul walked to the cross that marked the grave and the new stake was just beyond the grave, again the stake was marked with a painted plot two and the four hundred yards toward the river, there was another marker that had plot three painted on it, two hundred yards towards the river and then another distance away from plot two. We were quite depressed as we carried our things to our platform, we didn’t make love that night as we were feeling so down. The morning sun woke us and it woke Paul more so, “Look” he said, “We knew that this would be our last week in our place, so lets not be down, lets make the most of the last week!” I smiled and we made our way to the little beach, we both lay in the early morning sun, and Paul used his fingers expertly to bring me to a climax, I felt a little guilty that I hadn’t reciprocated with him but it felt so wonderful to be brought off there in the sun, without my doing anything but enjoy myself. Paul moved closer to my side and took his cock in his hand, I kissed him as he masturbated himself and fired his spunk all over my thigh. After he had finished he washed my thigh with fresh river water, it was freezing cold but it felt wonderful to me. Paul suddenly remembered something he needed from the shop in the settlement about seven miles away, he never usually wanted to leave after we arrived here but I guess we were going to spend nine days here so we would have to go out at some point. I was starting to dress but Paul stopped me, no lover, you stop here, soak up the piece and quiet, and relax, I’ll be a couple of hours at the most. I closed my eyes and let the sun capture me completely. A cloud or something came over because I was suddenly in shadow; I opened my eyes and saw Jim smiling down at me. He apologised for disturbing my sunbathing and offered me a fresh cup of coffee that Paul had put on the fire before he left, I said that Paul must have been mad, the coffee pot would have been ruined if it had been left in the fire for two hours until he returned. Jim smiled and he said that he kind of guessed that Paul had known that he was there to look after the coffee pot, I asked him how he could have possibly known that and he said “Because Paul told me to look out for it and bring you a cup when it was finished!” Jim said. I was looking for something to cover myself, Jim asked me if it made me feel uncomfortable him being dressed while I was nude and I nodded, so Jim stripped off. Jim asked me if I minded him lying next to me on my towel and I told him to feel free. I sipped my coffee and then returned to my sunbathing position. Jim reached out and touched my thigh; Jim told me that Paul had been correct last week when Paul told me that I had given him an erection when he saw my body. I asked him how he knew that, and he told me that he had followed Paul back to ask if we had any batteries to fit his shaver or a disposable razor to lend him, he had watched as I ripped Paul’s shorts off, he had watched Paul fuck me and he had wished it was him with me instead of Paul. He had stopped until we both went to sleep and so he had heard the whole conversation and watched us making love for almost two hours. I blushed and Jim touched the side of my face with his fingertips, he bent forward and kissed me on the cheek, then he moved to my lips and I opened my mouth to him. I felt along his body and found his cock was as hard as steel. I tugged his cock toward me and Jim obliged, he covered my body from the sun and his steel hard cock burst into my vaginal flower. He was urgent in his lovemaking, he was quite large and forceful as he fucked me, I had reached my first orgasmic plateau within seconds, and then I was down the other side only to be fired to the apex once more. I lost count of my climaxes, but I know that Jim had only one, I felt him fire it deep into my body, he pulled his huge cock out as his second spurt fired out of his cock, that coursed over my stomach to my breast, the third spurt hit my chin and the fourth fell into my hairy mound. I jumped into my senses, I had just committed adultery with a man younger than two of my children, I rushed into the river to wash this young mans sperm off of my body. I had just finished washing myself in the cold river water as Paul returned much sooner than I had expected. I was glad that Jim wasn’t still fucking me royally and that I had the chance to wash Jim’s sperm from my body. Jim said “Sorry Paul, I’ll come and move my car to let you out if you still need to go to the shop” Paul told Jim there was no need for him to go shopping now. Jim left us to ourselves for the rest of the day, I asked Paul how much he had seen, he had seen everything, but it was only fair, Jim had watched him finger fuck me and then masturbate over my thigh. I looked inquisitively at Paul, he told me that he has seen Jim arrive at first light and had decided to put on his show for Jim.

As Jim left us in the morning Paul had invited him to join us for dinner, I cooked up something a little special and Jim arrived just in time, Paul and I had dressed and Jim looked sad, he told us that he was hoping that we would still be nude as it would be an excuse for him to be nude too. We all undressed and ate the good food together; Jim had produced a chilled white wine from his rucksack. As we finished eating Paul built the fire by the side of the platform up higher to provide a romantic lighting effect all around our platform. Paul led me to our sleeping bags, but he pulled me on top instead of inside, Jim was still sitting looking at us in the light of the fire. Paul opened my legs and started to open my vaginal lips, he rubbed over my clitoris and said that it had looked fantastic as Jim had fucked me earlier, he loved watching me being fucked by such a young stud. Jim moved in closer and he joined Paul in fingering my pussy. Jim turned me onto my side, so that I was facing Paul, I was kissing Paul as Jims cock pressed in between my ass cheeks, I lifted one leg slightly and Jim’s cock slipped into my flower. He was fucking me slowly and as deeply as he could in the position we were all in. I was climaxing every few seconds; it was so hot being kissed by my husband as an almost stranger was fucking me. I could hear Jims breathing getting shorter and deeper as he neared his climax, he has been kissing the nape of my neck and my shoulder, as he climaxed he bit hard on my neck as he pulled his cock from my pussy, he caught his cock in his free hand and pressed it against my anus, I felt his first spurt inside my vagina and his second spurt forced it’s way into my bottom, he held his cock there against my anal opening and let his third and fourth spurt enter my body in the same was as the second. His cock was starting to deflate, it was about half the thickness it was when fully hard, he pushed his hips forward and his slightly smaller but still relatively hard cock followed his sperm into my bowls. I had never been taken in that way before so my bottom hole was still a virgin but no longer, Jim lay still as his cock regained its former size, and the feeling of being totally full came over me. Jim told Paul to fuck me, Paul slid forward and his cock entered my cum lubricated pussy, I looked into Paul’s eyes as he realised that Jim’s cock was buried deep into my anus. Paul’s face lit up, and he fucked into my pussy with all of his might, Jim lay perfectly still. The feeling of being so totally full was similar to the feeling just before giving birth, the most pleasant part of childbirth apart from the actual act of getting pregnant, my orgasms were no longer subsiding between each peak, it was just one climactic high following the previous one. As Paul neared his climax, his breathing speeding up, Jim was panting too, even though he hadn’t moved a muscle. Paul grunted out a yes as he filled my pussy with his love offering and I felt the warm and wet feeling in my bottom too as Jim matched Paul’s climax with his own. Jim went to the river and washed his cock carefully, when he returned to me he turned me on to my stomach and lifted my knees so that he could take me doggy style. Paul being that much older than Jim couldn’t regain his erection as quickly but Jim got Paul to kneel in front of me so that Paul’s flaccid cock was in my mouth, as Paul rocked me back and forth with his fucking I felt Paul grow into my mouth. Jim didn’t climax this time but quickly swapped positions with Paul, it was fantastic being filled by two men in this way, and Jim was soon filling my mouth with his salty baby juice. I let his first jet of cum fall from my lips instead of drinking it down and Jim pressed the back of may head down in time to inject his next spurt deep into my throat.

It was dawn before the boys finished with my body and we all slept deeply just out of the suns reach on our platform. When we woke Paul and I were alone, there was an envelope and a note from Jim. He had finished his work and was going back to his home city. He thanked us both for helping him so much to get over his girlfriend leaving him and he was now ready to look for another permanent girlfriend and possibly a girl he could marry. There was a note of his address and telephone number on the letter too so that we could keep in touch if we wanted to. Paul opened the envelope, there were deeds inside, Jim had been to the capital on our behalf, and as he was the employee of the owner who had asked him to do the survey he was listened too, he had lied slightly, he had exaggerated the space that we had been using for almost thirty years to cover both sides of the river, Paul and I now owned ten acres of the most beautiful countryside for hundreds of miles in any direction, the land commission had given us squatters rights over the land that we had called our place for so long. We were so happy but not nearly as happy as we were when Jim asked Paul’s permission to marry our youngest daughter two years to the day after the day I found out that there can be three people in a marriage and it still work. I miss Jim’s cock in my ass and pussy but he has been replaced from time to time by Ray, Dan, Colin and a few other good men. I have even found a nice girl for Paul and I to share occasionally; I love to eat Paul’s cum from her pussy after he had left it there.