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Subject: {ASSM} Living Naked (MF oral mast)
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Date: Sat,  3 Sep 2005 09:10:03 -0400
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This is a work of adult literature and should not be viewed by minors.  I am 
the author of this text. Please do not repost without contacting me first. 
If you are forbidden from reading works with sexual content, either due to 
age or by law, please do not continue.

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Living Naked

I was having a conversation with my wife recently, and we were reminiscing 
about the early, prekid days of our marriage, where sex was a lot easier and 
we spent a lot of time naked. She asked me about my first marriage and was 
surprised when I told her that for about two years I was basically a full 
time home nudist. When we were home we were naked. She was quite interested, 
so I thought others might be too. Keep in mind this isn't so much of a 
comprehensive tale, but just a few memories of how I got started, and some 
highlights of fun times.

In case you haven't read my previous stories, my exwife, who I'll call "L", 
was pretty and plump. She was about 5'8 with curly black hair and hazel 
eyes. L had D cup size tits, a big round ass, curly black pubic hair and 
quite a plump belly. From day one we slept in the nude, so I guess it wasn't 
a big transition to being nude all the time.

It started on a dark, rainy cold spring weekend morning about a year after 
we were married. The flooding rains and cool weather made us decide to just 
stay home that day. We got out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen for some 
breakfast, which we ate nude. As we finished I made some comment to the 
effect "guess it's about time to get dressed."

L asked why? I didn't have a good answer, so just sort of stared at her. 
"We're not going anywhere, no one's coming here (especially in this 
weather), so why mess up some clothes. Let's just stay like this.

I couldn't argue with her logic, and was hoping for some sex, so didn't get 
dressed. For the record, we did wind up having some nice after lunch sex. 
Sunday was a repeat of Saturday, us just hanging around nude. Monday I went 
to work, but she was off as her job was just part time. When I got home L 
was sitting on the couch naked. "Why still naked?" I inquired.

"Didn't see the point, more comfortable this way. C'mon, get comfy with me." 
So I did. Stripped down, and got on the sofa with her. We cuddled for a 
while, then she started playing with her pussy. Spreading her legs she 
really got into it, then said to me "Stroke it, I want to see you play with 
your self." I pumped it while she watched, cumming all over myself. This set 
her own orgasm off.

The next day I got home first, and was sitting in the living room still 
dressed. L came home, and went back to the bedroom. When she came back, she 
was totally nude. "What are you still dressed for?" she asked. "Get comfy."

This setup a pattern for the next couple of years. If we were at home, she 
wanted both of us to be nude. Not that I complained much, as sex was great 
during this time. Meal times were often fun. L would bring dessert to the 
table, and often one of her plump tits would "fall" into the pie or cake by 
"accident". Of course, I got to lick it off, with her sitting in my lap, her 
big ass squirming on my cock.

One really memorable dessert she asked me to go get. It was a cake of some 
kind, white I think. When I sat it on the table, she took my dick and slid 
it on the top of the cake. "Oh darn." she said. "Look at the mess. Guess 
I'll just have to clean it up!" Bending over she licked the icing off my 
dick, getting it hard.

She licked and nibbled all the cake off my cock, then shoved it back into 
the cake for some more. Her face was messy with cake and saliva, quite sexy 
actually as I watched my dick going in and out of her hot mouth. When I said 
I was going to cum, L took my dick and aimed it at the cake. My jism landed 
along one side, puddling up on top.

Without a word L just bent over and took a big bite of cake, right where my 
cum had landed. She returned, taking bite after bite until all the cummy 
spots had been eaten. In the process she also managed to get quite a bit of 
cake smeared on her face. Picking up a handful, she smeared some cake and 
icing on her boobs and ate a little off. Finally looking up at me, she said 
"Want some more dessert?" I dropped to my knees in front of her and helped 
her lick the cake off her large breasts.

I smeared more cake from her tits, down her tummy to her twat. Sliding to 
the floor, she laid back and spread her legs. She had taken the cake with 
her, and plopped a big handful right on her crotch. I proceeded to eat my 
share of cunt cake, her squealing and jiggling the entire time.

My cock, having had time to recover, was hard and ready for another helping. 
I moved up and slid my penis into her wet and willing snatch, fucking her 
like crazy. The entire time I pounded away L was taking small bits of cake, 
putting it on her lips and I'd bend down to kiss her, our tongues mashing 
the cake around each others mouths. We climaxed together, adding more body 
fluids to the mixture of cake, spit and sweat.

Over time it just became normal for us to be naked at home. When we got in 
the door, L would be ripping of her clothes right in the living room, and 
expecting me to do the same. L even got to the point she was getting 
undressed before she got home! She was a master at taking off her bra 
without removing her shirt. If we were out, once we'd made our last stop and 
were headed for home that bra came off. If we'd been somewhere and she had 
been wearing a skirt, the panties and hose came off too. There was even a 
brief time where she was getting naked in the car.

The duplex we'd been living in had been sold, and we had to move. 
Unfortunately the apartment complex we'd wanted to move into wouldn't be 
finished with building for two months. (Although it turned into almost four 
with delays). L's parents worked out of town, but had their primary house in 
the town where we lived. They helped out by letting us stay in their house 
until the apartment was ready. The house was at the end of the street, and 
the houses were staggered so the house across from us wasn't directly across 
but down the street a bit. This meant you could stand in the carport and not 
be seen from any of the neighbors.

So one night we are out, L's popped off her bra. L has this big cup of soda 
in her hand, and manages to spill it all in her lap about a dozen blocks 
from the house. She lets out a few choice cuss words, then starts to take 
off her pants. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Taking off my pants, that 
shit's COLD."

"Um, how are you going to get in the house?"

"Aw, nobody will be able to see me, it's OK I've done it before." We get 
home and pull into the carport. L gets out, naked from the waist down. As 
she's walking around the front of the car toward the door, off comes the top 
as well. After that, it wasn't totally uncommon for her to get naked on the 
bottom in the car, a block or so from the house, and pull her top off once 
in the carport. That stopped when we moved, although I recall a couple of 
times during the summer, we'd be driving on a hot night. She'd pull her 
pants down to let the a/c vents blow right on her nether regions.

We got out of the habit when we moved to an apartment close to where I was 
working at the time. I would come home for lunch, and she'd still want me to 
strip naked then get dressed all over again before going back to work. Fun 
perhaps but not very practical, and after several spirited "debates" I 
finally won out. After that she became a little less insistent, and from 
then on if we happened to be naked fine, but if not there was no urgency in 
shedding our clothes. Many a time I came home for lunch and we ate, me 
dressed and her naked.

There were a few times we did discuss going outside the home, to a nudist 
resort. We got some brochures, and joined an online nudist group. We even 
had a few phone calls with another nudist couple, but it just never worked 
out.

I do suspect L used to hang out naked with her sister, although I could 
never quite catch them at it. I have a memory of her talking about a time 
when she and her sister were still living at her parents house, with her 
parents away (recall they worked out of town). After me pressing her quite a 
bit, L finally admitted to me she and her sister used to hang out in their 
underwear a lot, and did from time to time see each other nude. She wouldn't 
admit to more than that though, although I could tell she was hiding 
something.

There were several times I came home at an odd time to find that her sister 
had dropped in for a visit. Each time, when I walked in L would be there 
with only her robe on, and her sister would be in the bathroom. When she 
came out of the bathroom her clothes would always seem to be not quite 
right, and would have to put her shoes and socks back on.

One day instead of walking right in I tried to peer through the sheer 
curtain that covered the small window beside the apartment door. I would 
swear I could see two women moving around, both of them flesh colored. When 
I slid my key in the lock, one of them bolted for the bathroom, and moments 
later her sister emerged wearing a bright green outfit. I know good and well 
I saw no bright green through the curtain!

Well, time went by and eventually L and I broke up. During my single days, 
between wives I spent my free time nude. I wasn't fanatical about it, i.e. 
ripping off my clothes as soon as I got home, but when I was ready to be 
comfortable I just got naked. On days off I stayed nude until either I went 
somewhere or someone came over. Made it convenient as I jerked off a lot 
during this time.

Eventually I remarried, and at first "A" and I spent a lot of time nude, but 
that wasn't so much a choice for a nudist lifestyle but the fact we were 
fucking a lot. A's favorite outfit was an old green shirt with a plunging 
neckline, that stopped just above her waist. That was it, she ran around in 
that and nothing else. Drove me wild to see her naked ass jiggling as she 
walked around, or her fuzzy bush. I asked her why bother with the shirt, she 
said the soft cloth rubbed her nipples and kept her horny.

We were very casual about clothing. We sleep in the nude, so when we first 
woke up didn't rush to get dressed, but didn't fret if we were clothed 
either.

Fast forward many years, now there are kids in the house. With two kids 
(both girls), I have to be a bit more modest, so curb my nudism. I don't try 
to hide it (i.e. they walk in on me in the shower) but definitely don't 
flaunt it either. (I may be a pervert, but I'm not a sicko! ;)

My wife tends to be dressed as well, although has no problems being nude in 
front of the kids, taking a bath or what have you. She says when she grew up 
her mother did the guilt trip, be ashamed of your body, etc, and she doesn't 
want the kids to grow up having a phobia about their bods. Since they are 
all girls, she says, it's no biggie. Most often A runs around in her t-shirt 
and panties.

When I visit a hotel, though, or the girls are away, I return to my naked 
roots and enjoy going au natural. Sort of nice to let it all hang out. Well, 
that's my story, sorry if it rambled a bit, I was just recalling memories. 
Would enjoy hearing from others who like spending a lot of time nude.

  Plump Lvr

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I hope you enjoyed this. If you got off while reading this, please let me 
know! If anyone wants to swap stories, or has questions you can e-mail me at
plvr <at> mindspring.com . I welcome all correspondence (well except spam! 
;) 

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