
   Foreword

   This is the third in a series of narratives concerning a research
project done by the author for his Master's Program.  A number of couples
were interviewed in an effort to determine why couples who stayed together
for long periods of time had similarities in appearance.  Some of the
interviews resulted in data that couldn't be included in the
eventually-published research paper, by virtue of its erotic content, not
to mention some socially aberrant behavior in some cases.

   While is isn't required, reading the first two books might give the
reader more insight into the author's thought processes during this
interview.  Plus it would really pump up the numbers and make him feel
really good.  ==========================================

   The Master's Project - Kent and Lisa

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Initially, I thought Kent and Lisa were what most people would call a
normal couple.  They were in their early forties.  He was an engineer of
some kind at a fertilizer plant on the outskirts of town and she was a
librarian at the public library for the township they lived in.

   They had very similar facial characteristics and had been married for
twenty-two years.  They had a son, on the slow track towards becoming a
medical doctor, and a daughter who was in her third year of engineering
school.  Both wore glasses.

   They had a comfortable normal home, and wore comfortable normal
clothing. We sat down in their comfortable, normal living room and I
glanced briefly at the normal comfortable looking photos of the family at
various stages of their lives.  They were scattered around in frames on the
walls, and on tables.  There were lots of pictures.  The only thing that
looked unique was the Venetian blinds on the windows.  They went up and
down, instead of back and forth, long strips of some plastic type material
that were three or four inches wide.  They were open, to let in the evening
sunlight.  I had never seen any blinds like those.

   Lisa set out a tray of what I call squirrel food, with celery, carrots,
olives (both green and black), cauliflower, broccoli and all manner of
other goodies that vegetarians seem to go for.  She also served white wine.
I looked at the platter, and at each of them as they took things and
started popping them into their mouths.

   That should have been my first clue that this family wasn't as normal as
they appeared to be at first.

   Don't get me wrong.  There's nothing wrong with squirrel food.  If
you're into that kind of thing.  But in my world, the 'normal' thing to set
out in a situation like this, if you were going to serve wine, was cheese
and crackers, and rolled up strips of ham, maybe, or shrimp, or little
sandwiches or something like that.  Later in the decade, vegetable platters
would be all the rage, but this was back in the meat-and-potatoes days,
before everybody started worrying about cholesterol and carbs and all that.

   It turned out they were ahead of their time.  Sort of.  You could argue
that they were way behind the times too.  A few thousand years behind the
times.  You'll understand in a bit.

   One of the first questions I liked to ask was how a couple met each
other.  The stories were always fascinating and broke the ice well, getting
people to talk about each other in a way that was a natural segue into more
personal questions, about what attracted them to each other, and what they
liked to do, leading eventually to questions about the bedroom.  That
didn't happen in all cases - getting into the bedroom, I mean - but it led
to that more often than you might think.

   "We're a little different, probably, than most couples you've
interviewed," said Kent.

   I found it interesting that he had some kind of magical knowledge about
"what kind of couples" I had interviewed.

   "We're nudists," said Lisa calmly.

   Well color me surprised.  I looked at the six family photographs I could
see at that particular moment.  Everybody had clothes on.

   Kent saw me looking.  "Nature lovers, as some call us, have a bit of a
hard time fitting in with the average population if they flaunt it," he
said.  He didn't seem to be upset about the fact that his particular
lifestyle wasn't acceptable in 98+ percent of American households.

   Then, as if he knew what I was thinking, he started quoting statistics.
I have no idea if they were valid or not.  I never looked them up. 
According to him almost eighteen percent of Americans were involved, in
some way shape or form, in living life partially in the nude.

   "And that doesn't count industries that are based on nudity," he said.

   "Industries based on nudity?" I asked.  It was an interesting concept,
even though I couldn't come up with one 'industry' that I thought was based
on nudity.  Victoria's Secret, maybe, but that was only partial nudity,
with the promise of nudity to follow.  Put a woman in all that frilly
underwear, and a guy will only be thinking of how quickly he can get it off
of her.

   Lisa took over and rattled them off like a well worn litany.  "Sure. 
Things like strippers, and the people who pay to see them, stage shows in
Vegas and places like that, prostitutes, internet porn sites, movies rated
R on the basis of nudity, the fully adult entertainment industry, Playboy
and the myriad of other magazines that sell nudity." She stopped to take a
breath.

   "I get the idea now," I said.  I was shocked, actually.  I didn't think
of all those things as "nudity".  I thought of them as "sex".  That made me
ask the question.

   "Is there a difference between um ...  nature lovers ...  and all these
other kinds of industries involving nudity?"

   "There is a difference," Kent said firmly.  "Though most people might
argue about that."

   "Please," I said.  "Educate me."

   After all, I was a researcher, and it isn't the job of researchers to
learn things?  Our job is just to learn and gather data that may help other
people learn.  Right?  I mean the stirring in my groin as I looked at Lisa
in a completely new way didn't have anything to do with anything, right?

   I was, in fact, looking at Lisa in a completely different way.  She was
a very normal looking woman, with breasts that were not too large, or not
too small.  Her clothing wasn't particularly revealing, though her buttocks
were pretty well defined in the slacks she was wearing when she bent over
to put the squirrel food on the table.  I HAD noticed that, though I
suppressed the thought immediately.  She had a normal face, her nose
perhaps a bit too long, and a bit too pointed, but with a nice smile and
crinkles at the edges of her eyes that suggested she smiled a lot.  My mind
wandered as I tried to imagine what she looked like ...  wherever they went
to be nudists.  Did she have brown nipples, or pink?  Did she do anything
to her pubic hair ...  you know, like women do to their head hair?  Did
nudists wear makeup?

   I realized with a jerk that Lisa was, in fact, trying to educate me,
while I was busy trying to think of her naked.  I was lucky it was her
talking, since I was staring at her.

   "...isn't so much about sex as it is in, say, the porn industry.  That's
all about sex, all the time.  But when nudists get together, its more about
being free to be whoever you are inside, as well as outside.  Clothes cover
up our imperfections, and when we wear clothes we project an image that
isn't necessarily valid," she said.

   I had to imagine how she had started, but it wasn't too hard.  I hadn't
missed too much.  Still, I was a little embarrassed.

   "Mmmm" I nodded in what I hoped was a sage way.

   "But when everyone is nude, then everybody has some kind of flaw,
whether it's stretch marks, or flab, or knobby knees or something, and it's
all on display.  And people learn, after a while, to get past all that and
concentrate on who the other person IS, and not what they LOOK like."

   "And that works?" I was astonished.  I was convinced that, if I were
among a bunch of naked men and women, all I'd see was ...  naked men and
women.

   "It takes a little time," said Kent, smiling.  "But eventually, for most
people, it works that way."

   I must have looked as doubtful as I felt.

   Lisa flashed the smile that had, no doubt, created those delightful
little creases at the corners of her eyes.  I noticed some above her
cheekbones that weren't as obvious too.

   "Oh, there IS some sexual tension there." She looked over at her
husband. "But it's no more common among nudists than it is in the general
clothed population."

   I realized I had been given permission to make a comment.

   "But there's sexual tension all over the place," I pointed out.  "The
world seems to thrive on sexual tension."

   She looked earnest as she went on.  "That's the point.  Think about it.
When people wear clothing, a lot of the time what they're actually doing is
trying to imagine the other person without clothing, instead of
concentrating on who that person really is."

   She smiled again.  "Maybe what I should have said is that the attraction
between nudists is more often genuine attraction."

   "I don't think I understand," I admitted.

   She leaned forward.  This was obviously important to her.

   "OK, think about it this way.  I'm a woman, sitting here with clothes
on. If you're like most men, you've imagined me naked."

   Well, that was pretty blunt.  Apparently I was like most men.  I
restrained a nod as I glanced at Kent.  He was grinning.  Finally I nodded
as I blushed.

   "OK, are you attracted more to the mental image of me naked ...  or as I
am right now."

   "That's not fair," I objected.  "I don't know you at all.  I've known
you for what, maybe fifteen minutes?"

   "You're dodging the question Bob," she scolded.  "You're either
attracted to me, or not.  If not, then there's nothing to talk about.  If
you are, though, then the obvious question is why?  Didn't you ask me what
attracted me to Kent?  That seems to be important to you.  Why wouldn't it
be important if you were attracted to me?"

   "I think we're getting off base here," I tried.

   "No we're not," she said.  "Would you rather see me clothed, or naked?"

   She put me on the spot.  This project required that people trust me. 
Honesty was the best way to do that.  I tried to be as honest with people
as I could be, because that built trust and trust got me the truth, and the
truth was more valuable by far than bullshit.

   "OK, I'd rather see you naked," I admitted.  "But that's not true with
all women I see."

   "And why is that?" she asked.  "I'm no raving beauty.  I'm a perfectly
ordinary looking woman.  So why would you want to see me naked?"

   "I don't know!" I was frustrated.  "You seem like a nice lady?" I was
grasping for straws.  Why WOULD I prefer to see her naked.

   "AHA!" she crowed, leaning back in her chair.  "THAT is the whole point.
You have made a judgment on my worth as a human being - who knows what you
based it on - like you said we've only known each other for ten minutes -
but for whatever reason you have found me fit as a female human being and
NOW, you'd like to explore me on a more personal level."

   What she said made a kind of sense, but I thought of a girl I had seen
driving a Mustang on my way to their house.  I had wondered what that girl
would look like laid out on the hood of that beautiful car, naked.  I told
them about her.

   "I didn't know her at all.  Yet I wanted to see her naked too," I said.
"That doesn't fit with what you are talking about."

   "I'll bet you she was a good looking woman," said Kent.  "If she had
been a seventy year old woman would you have wanted to see her lying naked
on that car?"

   "Well no, I suppose not." I felt bad about that for some reason.  That
was strange, in that I don't think I ever felt bad about NOT wanting to see
a grandma, naked, and lying on top of a sports car.

   "That is exactly what I've been trying to explain to you," Lisa said,
nonplussed.  "Most of us have two responses to the opposite sex.  One is
raw sexual appeal ...  the mating instinct, if you will.  The other is
based on something deeper, more genuine, where an actual relationship is
required to make the other person interesting sexually.  It involves more
than just sex."

   I thought about Louanne, a girl I worked with sometimes on various
projects.  We were on a parallel educational path.  I had thought about
asking her to do the interviews with me for this project.  I had thought
having both a male and female might get a better response.  The thing was
that I had the hots for Louanne.  I didn't at first.  She was a mousy
looking girl who wore clothes that hid her body.  She was flat-chested and
had big hips and didn't go to a lot of effort to do things with her hair
and skin and all that.  But as I got to know her better, she somehow became
really attractive to me.  I had reflected on that in the past.  She didn't
get any better looking.  I just liked her more and more as we got to know
each other better.  Eventually I had fantasies about her.  I had never
acted on them.  She was a good friend and I didn't want to screw that up.

   I told them about Louanne.

   "Exactly!" said Lisa excitedly.  "That's exactly what I'm talking about.
You looked past her 'flaws' and like her as a person.  That's what we do at
our retreats.  We're just more honest about it by interacting with each
other au naturale."

   "I still don't see how that helps," I said helplessly.

   "Since we all want to see each other naked sooner or later anyway, we
get that out of the way up front," she said patiently.  "Then, once the raw
mating instinct is dealt with, we can concentrate on who we really are, and
not what we look like."

   "But isn't that awkward?" I asked.  "I mean the raw sexual attraction
... in the beginning."

   "It can be, but when there are stiff pricks everywhere, your own doesn't
seem to ...  stick out ...  quite so much," Kent chuckled.

   "I get extra good loving when we're at a retreat," said Lisa.  She
grinned.  "Whenever he gets that way I just take him someplace private and
make it all soft."

   "But doesn't it bother you that he's ...  thinking of some other woman?"
I asked.

   "We all think about members of the opposite sex," she said.  "Who says
I'm thinking about him while I'm making it all soft?"

   "Wow," I said.  "And everybody behaves themselves at these ... 
retreats?"

   "Not at all," laughed Kent.  "But it isn't polite to just leer and make
it obvious.  While we are trying to disregard each other's flaws, we also
try to disregard evidence of arousal."

   "It still sounds impossible," I said.

   "Well, it works for us," said Lisa.  "I'd say that's one of the big
reasons our marital bond is so strong.  We both get to be as free as
possible with lots of other exciting and interesting people, and our
bedroom life benefits from it."

   I had no place on my clipboard to put any of this.  I just sat there.

   Kent stood up and reached down to get more veggies.  "We should probably
tell him the rest," he said to his wife.

   "There's more?" I asked.  My voice cracked a little.

   He was still looking at her.  She nodded fractionally, but frowned a
little.

   He sat down.  Around something crunchy, he spoke calmly.

   "We allow each other one affair per year."

   "One affair per year." I sounded like some deep-voiced parrot.

   Lisa looked nervous.  "Yes.  Once each year each of us can choose
another sexual partner.  It's more complicated than that, but basically
that's it."

   Nope, nothing ordinary or normal about this family.  For some reason I
looked at the pictures again.

   I had filled in practically nothing on the form for this couple.  I
wasn't exactly shocked by what had come out thus far.  You'll remember that
Lizzie and Todd had me ...  break in, for all practical purposes, their
fourteen year old daughter.  So it wasn't that this was so strange, except
that they seemed so completely normal when I got there.  I think I was
having trouble assimilating all this for some reason.

   "Let's come back to that," I suggested.  "Let me get some of the blocks
filled in on the questionnaire and maybe that will give me time to get my
mind working better."

   The problem was that they had been nudists their whole lives, and it
wove in and out of everything they did.  They met at a nudist retreat, when
he was fourteen and she was thirteen.  They both liked water skiing, and
went out on a shared boat together.  They became friends and then there
evolved some friendly competition between them as they learned how to go
from two to only one ski.  I tried to envision these kids, naked in a boat,
competing to be the first one to make it up out of the water on one ski and
stay up for more than ten feet.

   "I knew he was happy for me the first time I made it up," said Lisa.  "I
skied for almost a mile, and when I got back in the boat he had an
erection."

   Kent laughed.  "As much as we competed, I really was excited when she
succeeded.  But I think it was the last dance that did me in."

   "Last dance?" I asked.

   "Yes, at each retreat we have what is called the last dance.  It is
always held on the closing night.  Usually, during the retreat, we pretty
much avoid situations where close personal contact would take place ... 
like dancing.  We play sports and do other things for recreation, or sit
around and talk, just taking it easy.  But the last night we have the last
dance.  There is a code of sorts.  Half the room is set up with green table
settings, and the other half with blue.  If you don't want to dance, or
want to dance only with a particular partner, you sit at a blue table.  If
you're willing to dance with anyone, you sit at a green table.  If you sit
at a green table you can't turn down any request to dance.

   "Why would you do that?" I asked.

   "Why, so no one gets left out," said Lisa.  "Not everyone has a
beautiful body.  It wouldn't be fair for there to be wallflowers.  The
whole point to nudism is to get past the physical appearance and go deeper.
I have danced with men old enough to be my grandfather, and almost all the
boys my age too.  Everybody knows about the last dance, and what can happen
there.  It encourages people to get to know each other, since you might
have to dance with almost anybody.  What's fair for one, is fair for all."

   "That year she sat at a green table with her parents, and I got to dance
with her," said Kent.  "I was hooked."

   "You were a lecher," snorted Lisa.  She turned to me.  "He broke every
rule.  If a man got an erection during a dance, he was supposed to go sit
down."

   "I didn't," Kent grinned.

   "And he wasn't supposed to run his hands all over my body either."
scolded Lisa.

   "I did," Kent grinned again.

   "My mother about had a hissy fit," said Lisa.  "She was dancing with my
father and saw the tip of Kent's penis sticking out between my buttocks."

   "How can anybody expect that not to happen when you're dancing naked?" I
asked.

   "It's all about controlling your baser urges," said Lisa.  "The whole
point is to get past that raw sexual attraction and treat each other like
human beings, instead of just sexual beings."

   "I understand the concept," I said.  "I just don't think I could do it."

   Lisa looked at me steadily.  "Would you be willing to try an
experiment?"

   "What kind of experiment?" I asked warily.

   "How about if we did these interviews in the nude?" she asked.

   "All of us?" I asked.

   "Of course," she said.

   I looked at Kent.  He was grinning again.

   "I really think I can help you understand what we're talking about." she
said.

   "Um ...  what if I get ...  you know?" I asked.

   "I'd be a little offended if you didn't," she said sweetly.  "But there
will be no hanky panky between us.  You need to understand that."

   "Of course," I said.  It seemed like the right thing to say in what was
quickly turning into a bizarre situation.

   "I'd feel pretty strange sitting here naked," I said.

   "Of course you will ...  at first.  Trust me on this Bob.  Almost anyone
can become a nudist.  It just takes a little practice."

   The concept of 'becoming a nudist' was just so foreign to me that I had
to try it.

   "OK," I said.

   Kent picked up what looked like a remote control for a TV set and pushed
a button.  I heard the whir of motors and it got dark in the room as those
Venetian blinds I had seen earlier closed.  He pushed more buttons and
lights came on in various places around the room.  Then he and Lisa stood
up and disrobed.

   It was just that simple.  They stood up and disrobed right in front of
me.  Kent was flaccid.  Why I noticed that immediately I don't know.  They
folded their clothing and piled it neatly on the coffee table, and then sat
down again, like everything was completely normal.

   I had the fleeting horrible thought that Lisa was a lot better looking
naked than she had been with all that clothing on.  My penis agreed.  Her
nipples were pink, by the way.  She had a narrow strip of pubic hair that
was somewhat darker than her head hair.  It looked like a bikini cut, and I
swear the first thing I thought about was her, dressed in a bikini.  She
was naked, and I mentally put clothes ON her!  I think I giggled at that
thought.

   "Close your mouth, Bob, and get undressed," said Kent.

   Well, I did, but it wasn't easy.  She had already given me permission to
be erect, so I didn't feel too bad about that, except that I knew I wasn't
REALLY supposed to do that.  Or at least a nudist wasn't supposed to do
that.  I wasn't a nudist, so I decided not to feel bad.

   But it still wasn't easy because I was getting naked in front of
strangers.  We all have things about our bodies that we're not enamored
with.  I was skinny, a product of being poor and not eating as much as most
Americans eat.  My hair was shaggy, because I didn't like to spend money to
get it cut.  I hated to shave, so I just didn't.  Trimming a beard is a lot
harder than one might think, so I did that rarely too.  I didn't think of
myself as "attractive".

   Nobody commented on my nudity.  They acted completely normal.  I could
only think of one thing to do, and so I started asking them more questions.

   After that first 'last dance', the two of them didn't see each other
until a year later.  At the next retreat, as soon as they saw each other
they gravitated back together.  Sex between youngsters was frowned upon,
just like it's frowned upon by people who don't go nude.  In fact, the
social rules of the road are, for the most part, exactly the same for both
nudists and the rest of us.  The difference was, that without clothing, a
young person's feelings were much easier to detect, and parents did a lot
of talking to their children as they became sexually aware, and interested
in the opposite sex.

   I remember thinking that this was how it should be with ALL families. 
Parents should prepare their children for the world of sex.  We teach kids
how to do everything else in life, but for most people, when it comes to
sex all we do is say "DON'T DO IT!" We spend years yelling "DON'T DO IT!"
and then, suddenly, they get married and we change to "WE'RE SO HAPPY FOR
YOU!".  We don't say "NOW you can do it, and, by the way, here's the best
way to make it glorious ..." We just tell them how happy we are for them.
As a result, a lot of young people enter marriage thinking that sex is
somehow wrong, or dirty.  We shouldn't find that strange.  They've been
told over and over for years and years "DON'T DO IT!"

   Nudists, on the other hand, come up against their children's sexual
urges early and obviously, and they are in the perfect setting to talk
about what's natural, and what to do about it.  Instead of yelling "DON'T
DO IT!" what they do is explain how it isn't time, just yet, to indulge all
those feelings.  It will be time later, and then it will be perfectly all
right to explore those feelings with another person.  There is a whole
support group for the kids, of like minded people, who teach control and
thoughtfulness.  A boy is taught, when his body reacts, to back off and get
some control over it.  A girl is taught not to tease, and to react to her
own urges in an acceptable manner.  Masturbation, in private, is perfectly
acceptable under those circumstances.

   With Kent and Lisa, their attraction to each other resulted in the
parents talking to them together, both his parents and hers.  Rules were
laid down and followed.  The penalty for not following them was separation,
and neither of them wanted that.  By the time they had been to four
retreats together, (after discovering each other sexually), it was a
foregone conclusion that they would get married.  By then they were
seventeen and sixteen, and the parents were willing to help them succeed in
that marriage.  When she turned seventeen, they were married, at a retreat,
in the nude.  Kent's dad gave him some pointers on how to please a woman,
and Lisa's mother taught her what she knew about enslaving a man.

   The humorous part of it was that they honeymooned among non-nudists, at
a motel just outside a national park, on the way back home from the
retreat. For a week before they were wed, they saw each other naked every
day.  Then they went on their honeymoon, and had to wear clothes except
when they were in their room.

   "Believe it or not," said Kent.  "I got more horny looking at her
dressed than I did when we were at the retreat."

   That made all kinds of sense to me.  Isn't that what sexy clothing is
all about?  The hint of nudity ...  the promise of nudity later ...  that's
what sells all that clothing.

   I suddenly realized I was soft.  I looked down at my lap, holding my
clipboard to one side and stared.  I was sitting in their living room,
naked, and they were naked, and we were talking about naked people learning
how to have great sex, and I was soft as could be.

   "Now isn't that interesting," pointed out Lisa unnecessarily.  "When you
proceed with life, as usual, you completely forget that we're all naked."

   I looked up at her.  The first thing I saw was her breasts.  I looked
down and we all watched as my prick moved, all by itself, blood rushing
back into it.

   "Thank you," said Lisa, giggling.  "Don't feel bad.  It takes some
time."

   It went on like that as they described how their children were raised in
a nudist family, and how, at certain stages of their lives their son
reacted to their daughter.  Their daughter, when she was interested in her
brother sexually just talked about it.  This family didn't have incestuous
leanings, though, and other than the normal urges that teenagers
experience, nothing came of that.  Lisa laughed about the last time they
had been to a retreat.  Cindy, their daughter, had gone along.  She was
then a sophomore in college, and had a boyfriend, but it was nothing
serious thus far.  She had asked Kent to dance at the last dance, and he
had become erect during the dance.  They had all laughed about it, and Lisa
had done a little role playing shortly afterward.  As far as they were
concerned, fathers thought their daughters were beautiful all the time.  It
was natural.

   Outside of the nudist community, their interests were varied in a way
that seemed completely normal.  Kent liked to play golf, and Lisa didn't,
so she was a member of a couple of social groups in town that pursued this
or that cause.  She read heavily, which wasn't surprising since she had
access to so many books.  His hobby was stamp collecting.

   My penis, depending on what I was thinking about at the time, was either
up or down.  It was amazing.  As long as we were just talking about things,
I stayed flaccid.  But if I took time to notice Lisa as a woman, it reared
its head.  Other than that one time, Lisa ignored it.  I was happy to see,
at one point when Lisa was refilling wine glasses, that Kent got stiff too.
Technically I suppose he was more allowed than I was, but still it made me
feel a little better.

   CHAPTER TWO

   I asked all the other questions, and slowly watched my form filling up.
I had the feeling that these two would stay together for a long time.

   That brought to mind the thing we had left behind.

   "What about the affairs you talked about?" I asked.  "How does that fit
into things?"

   Kent answered that one.

   "Everybody is attracted to lots of people over their life span.  It's
just natural.  Our genes make us want to breed with various partners.  Some
people try to suppress that desire.  We think that's both unnatural and
unhealthy for a relationship.  If you find somebody sexually attractive and
then pretend not to, you're not being honest with your mate.  So we decided
that we would allow ourselves one mating session, if you will, outside the
boundaries of our marriage, each year.  Lisa gets to choose who she has an
affair with, and so do I."

   "And that doesn't cause friction?" I asked.

   Lisa laughed.  "You bet it does, but probably not for the reasons you're
thinking."

   "Go on," I said sagely.

   "Kent chooses his partner in January, almost every year.  He's impatient
and horny.  I, on the other hand, like to anticipate things, and I often
wait until fall.  That's my favorite time of the year, and I'd rather have
my affair then.  It drives Kent crazy that I drag it out."

   "She teases me," said Kent affably.  "All year long she talks about this
guy, or that guy, and whether he'll be the one or not.  I've gotten used to
it."

   "He's lying," laughed Lisa.  "It makes him insane.  I get my best loving
from him after I've teased him about some man.  I think he's competing,
even though he swears he isn't."

   Kent picked it up.  "She thinks I'm just a horn-dog and can't wait to
get in some woman's panties.  That's not true.  The reason I get it out of
the way is because then I can relax.  I know, after that, that I'm not
available, so I don't think about it as much."

   I didn't want them to get into an argument, even though neither of them
seemed to be actually upset.  It looked like something they had been poking
each other with for years.  So I changed the subject.

   "You said you like to choose your partner in the fall.  Why is that?" I
asked Lisa.

   "The weather's glorious." she said.  "You can make love in all kinds of
settings that, in hot weather would be too hot and sweaty, and in winter
would be too cold.  I like to make love outside, on a blanket."

   "Is it ever hard to find potential partners?" I asked, my curiosity
aroused.

   "Not for me," said Kent.

   That was an interesting response.  He wasn't spectacularly handsome, or
built like a wrestler.  I took the risk of pointing that out and asked him
to explain that.

   "Women like to be appreciated," he said.  "If you treat a woman with
respect and care and honest interest, she'll respond.  I don't usually
choose women who are really beautiful or married.  I try to find an
interesting looking girl or woman who seems a little lonely maybe, or who
has been having a rough go.  Then I woo her a little and appreciate her. 
They almost always respond."

   "It sounds a little predatory." I said.

   "It can be," he admitted.  "A lot of men look for women like that and
then game them into bed.  I, personally, think men like that should be
castrated.  They hurt women.  But I'm honest about it.  I try to get really
interested in a woman and her situation.  If it looks like it will work out
I tell her the deal ...  that it's a one time thing that I'd like to do
with and for her.  If it still looks like it will work out, I have the
affair."

   "And what about afterwards?" I asked.  "Isn't that awkward?"

   "Usually it isn't," said Kent.  "In some cases I stay in contact with
them as friends, and in others I don't.  It just depends on their needs."

   "He helped one of them get a job in his company," said Lisa.  "Another
one he helped move and get re-situated, to get her away from an abusive
boyfriend."

   "I'm a soft touch for a maiden in distress," he admitted.  "So, if I get
that out of the way early in the year, then I'm not available for that kind
of thing any more.  I see women all the time who are ...  interesting ...
and it's just easier if I don't think of them as potential bedmates."

   "I told you he's horny all the time," laughed Lisa.  "It's a little
different for me.  Lots of men are looking for sex that is ...  what I'll
call unencumbered.  They want something with no commitment ...  a one night
stand."

   I nodded.  So did Kent, and grinned doing it.  That's kind of what he
specialized in.

   "But those kinds of men don't appeal to me.  I want a man who cares
about who I am and will cherish the time he gets to have with me.  I want
to be desired, and not just lusted after.  You'd be surprised at how hard
it is to find such a man, who is in a position to take advantage of the
offer.  I'm no home wrecker.  Quite often I end up with someone from the
nudist community, because they understand my needs."

   "But aren't these retreats far away?" I asked.

   "Our club tries to spread the wealth," explained Lisa.  "We'll have a
retreat on the West coast, and then in the middle of the country, and then
in the South ...  things like that.  Different couples or groups of couples
host each one, and they're in different places.  The club is spread all
over the map, but there are at least ten couples in our club who live
within a hundred miles of here.  Every so often we get together for mini
retreats.  If there's one in the fall, that's when I usually find my man
for the year."

   "And the others in the club don't mind?"

   "Sex isn't exactly encouraged at a retreat, but it isn't exactly frowned
on either," said Lisa.  "It all depends on the setting."

   This was starting to sound complicated.  I said as much.

   "I told you it was more complicated than just having an affair each
year," she reminded me.

   Out of pure curiosity I asked her.  "What's the oldest man you've had an
affair with?"

   "Sixty-seven," she answered promptly.  "That was David.  He was an
exceptionally good lover.  I've chosen him twice.  His wife passed on, and
I knew he was lonely.  I don't usually go with a man more than once, but
David was different."

   "I don't ask," said Kent helpfully.

   I felt a little biased for not asking him.  The truth was I hadn't even
thought of him when I asked the question.

   "And my youngest was seventeen," he said.

   "I thought you didn't ask," I said.

   "That was a favor for a friend of mine.  It was his daughter," he said.

   I thought immediately of Rachel, and the fact that I had done a favor
for Todd and Lizzie with her.

   "You're not surprised at that?" asked Lisa.

   "I've actually been in the same situation," I said before I thought
better of it.

   "Really?" she was interested.

   "It was for another couple I interviewed.  Things got ...  kind of
strange."

   "Oh, tell me more," she said, leaning forward.

   "It wouldn't be right.  I said too much already.  I think
confidentiality is a good thing," I said.

   "Good for you," she said, not at all unhappy that I wouldn't give her
salacious details.

   I think she may have thought she'd worm them out of me sooner or later.
she'd wormed me out of my clothes, after all and, despite my previous
encounters, I had not been as eager to do that as you might think.

   It was getting late.  We had talked a long time, and about three
quarters of the questions had been tackled.  It took longer than usual,
because we always went off on a tangent that had something to do with the
nude lifestyle.  I didn't mind, though, I was learning a lot.

   I got dressed, discussed with them when to come back, and left.

   =========================================

   Our second meeting was almost a carbon copy of the first.  I got there,
we all disrobed, I got an erection, Lisa laughed, and then we sat and
talked until I felt completely comfortable.

   By now I actually had all the data I needed from them for the project.
But they were such different and interesting people that I kept going back.
It was easier, somehow, to pretend that I was still interviewing them for
the project, so I continued to take my clipboard.  But I didn't write down
all that much.

   Kent was fast becoming one of my better male buddies.  I've always
seemed to bond more easily with women for some reason.  Maybe it's because
there isn't as much instinctive competition between men and women in the
average situation.  And I pretty well understand the way men think and
react.  Women, though, are always fascinating to me.  I never quite know
what to expect from women, which may be another reason I like to be around
them.

   Anyway, I found out on my fifth visit to their house, why Kent liked me
so much.

   We were playing cards.  With three of us, it had to be Hearts, since in
that game it's every man for himself.  We were just talking trash, like
people do when they're in a heated game of Hearts.

   "I don't want to, but I have to crush you," he said casually as he laid
the Queen of Spades on my trick."

   "Oh?" I sighed.  "And why is it you suddenly care so much about me?"

   "I've been getting extra good sex since you showed up," he said, just as
casually.  "Lisa's been talking about you in bed."

   "You bastard!" squealed Lisa.  "You weren't supposed to tell him that!"

   I looked at Lisa and she was a little pink around the cheekbones.  My
eyes strayed to her nipples, which framed the cards in her hand.  I got
stiff.  I didn't worry all that much about it any more.  They always
ignored it, and the table was covering me at that point anyway.

   "Whose lead is it?" asked Kent innocently.

   "Yours, you bum!" said Lisa.  "And you KNOW that!  You're just trying to
get us to think about something other than the cards.  How sad it is that
you have to talk about sex to win a game of cards."

   "Hey," he said carelessly, "I was just commenting on the fact that you
have the hots for Bob." He pretended to be counting on his fingers.  "And
it's only July!  Gee.  It's still months away from Fall."

   He led a card that put Lisa in the lead.

   "I told you it drives him crazy," murmured Lisa.

   I realized she had been teasing him by talking about how I might be her
'affair for the year'.  I got rock hard now.  She was a delightful woman to
be around.

   "Hey Bob," said Kent casually, "Would you mind getting us some more
ice?"

   When I looked at him he was grinning.  I somehow knew that HE knew what
my prick looked like.  I felt like it would be breaking a rule to stand up
and show Lisa what I thought of the possibility that I might be chosen by
her.  I was supposed to suppress that desire, after all.  I was an adopted
nudist now ...  at least in their home.

   I also knew that Kent was teasing Lisa though, based on something she
had said that at least indicated she found me to be among the special
select.  Part of me wanted to stand up and point my manhood at her and say
"OH PLEASE choose me!" On the other hand, I didn't want to be crass in
front of Lisa.  I liked her.

   I compromised.  I laid my cards face down.  I DID stand up, and my boner
DID wave in the air, rock hard.  But to take off the edge I tried to turn
it into a joke.

   "Not at all," I said.  "I really NEED some ice right now."

   I'd wanted to think that my masculinity would overpower her.  But I knew
that was really silly.  She had had lots of men, and I'm sure most of them
were more virile looking than I am.  I'll tell you this, though.  She was
just as good at dealing with insecure males as her husband was at dealing
with insecure females.

   "Ice is not what is needed to take care of that problem," she said
looking straight at my erection.

   She looked over at her husband and shot him a look it was impossible to
interpret.  Her eyebrows were frowning, but there was the hint of a smile
at the corners of her mouth.  She looked directly at him, but her chin was
lowered just enough that she had to look through her eyelashes to do it.

   "Be careful what you wish for, Darling." she said in a low voice.

   Kent blinked.  I think he was actually surprised that she was reacting
the way she was reacting.  I couldn't interpret that look, but I think he
could.

   "Come on baby, you know I was just teasing." he said.

   "You teased too much." she said firmly.

   She laid her cards on the table ...  face down ...  and stood up.

   "Let's just go take care of that little problem Bob.  Kent can get his
own ice."

   I stood there, a half filled glass in my hand.

   "Bob?" she prodded.

   "Me?" I asked weakly.

   "You." she said.  She held out her hand.

   "I thought you said there wasn't going to be any hanky panky," I
continued weakly.

   "That was before Kent teased me," she said.

   ========================================

   Two minutes later I was wrestling with a naked woman on her own bed, in
her own bedroom, in her own house, while her husband sat downstairs. 
Forgive me if I wasn't thinking about whether or not he was peeking at the
cards we had left face down on the table.

   Lisa, it turned out, had a very short fuse when she got excited.  It was
almost like she couldn't concentrate on what to do.  She was very physical,
pushing me onto the bed and then attacking my manhood with her mouth.  She
only got a couple of groans out of me before she left me hanging and moved
up to lick and suck at my nipples.  Nobody had ever done that to me before,
and it was a new and surprisingly erotic feeling.

   Then she crawled up on top of me and pressed her breasts into my face,
wanting me to do the same thing for her.  She didn't have really large
breasts, and they were firm, which made it difficult to get much of the
nipple into my mouth, even when they were hard, like they were now.  That
caused me to suck harder, and that caused her to move and rub, making it
even harder to get a good lip-lock on her nipples.

   She reversed course again, moving over me into a sixty-nine position and
lowering her pussy to my face while she gobbled my prick again.  But that
didn't last long either before she crawled down toward my feet, dragging
her pussy lips along my chest and masturbating herself on my hip bone.  It
was almost like she thought of herself as a cloth with wax on it, and I was
the car she was waxing.  She rubbed all over me.

   "I need you now." she panted.

   She pushed at me, moving me sideways and flopped down beside me on her
back.

   "I want you on top." she gasped.

   She spread her legs, lifting them up into the air and pushed both hands
between her legs, rubbing.

   I crawled between her legs, almost shaking with excitement.  She guided
me and I thrust forward hard, sheathing myself in her in one long thrust.

   "Ohhhhhh yes," I got from her in a long moan of satisfaction.

   Oddly, once I was inside her, she calmed down.  It's not that she
stopped moving.  She moved something all the time.  Either her legs were
moving against my body, or her hands were.  She wanted kisses too.  But
somehow our coupling got less frantic, and more languid.

   "Yes," she urged me.  "Take your time.  I want this to last and last.  I
knew you'd be good."

   "This is crazy." I moaned, thinking of Kent and wondering whether he was
downstairs, still naked, or had gotten dressed, or was in the hallway
outside the door.  I couldn't believe I was thinking about him while I was
making love with his wife.

   "Crazy goooooood," she moaned.

   We just moved against each other for a while as she caressed me with
some part of her body.  Somehow she seemed more ...  woman ...  than I had
ever thought of her before.

   "You're giving me what I deserve." she moaned.  "And he's getting what
he deserves.  Mmmmmm thank you Bob."

   I stared at her.  My hips kept moving, but they were on autopilot.  She
looked up at me and smiled.

   "I'm always extra horny this time of the month." she said.  Her hips
gave a little punctuating thrust.  "He knows that and he was teasing me
about it.  He wanted to goad me into making my choice early this year." She
gave a couple more of those upward thrusts with her loins.  "It worked, and
he won, but he's paying for it."

   "I don't understand." I moaned.  Her pussy was giving me little squeezes
that were making it hard to concentrate.

   "We do everything naturally, Bob," she said, squeezing me another few
times.  "I'm not protected against pregnancy."

   "Ohhhhh" I groaned.  That thought has always been an extreme turn-on for
me.

   "I'm fertile right now Bob," she cooed, running her hands over my
buttocks.  "And you're going to cum deep inside me.  He knows that Bob.  He
knows he drove me to that.  It's driving him crazy right now."

   My conscience bothered me a little bit.  This woman had two kids in
college.  She probably wasn't all that interested in having a baby at her
age.

   "I could ...  stop." I groaned at the idea.  I was close.

   "That wouldn't be natural, Bob," she whispered, pulling at my buttocks.
"We do everything naturally, Bob."

   She kissed me and shuddered under me as she came.

   She later told me it usually took a lot more to get her to cum, but the
thought of how dangerous it was for her just then got her more excited than
usual.  She always planned her affairs to coincide with a time when she was
just coming off a period.  This was the first time in years she had broken
that pattern.  It had been, in fact, his teasing that had gotten her
excited enough to do that.  Plus the fact that she liked me.  She thought
about being 'responsible' and telling Kent to shove it, but when I stood up
and she saw my erection she suddenly wanted it in a way she hadn't wanted a
strange penis in a long time.

   Anyway, when she shuddered and came, her pussy did fantastic things to
my dick, and I shuddered and came too.  It was actually a very relaxed
orgasm.  Usually I huff and puff and grunt and groan when I cum, but this
time was different.  It was almost more like I offered her something and
she gladly received it.  I felt the soothing relief that semen brings when
it rushes through the penis, and the ecstasy of knowing that that semen is
flowing into a fertile womb.

   It was just ...  satisfying.  There is no better word for it.  Our wild
lust had abated, and now we were offering and receiving something very
intensely personal, but in a quiet and almost dignified manner.

   "Ohhhhh thank you Bob," she whispered into my ear as I spurted her full
of something she might later wish I had not given her.  But right then she
wanted it, and was appreciative of it.

   "No," I whispered back.  "Thank YOU."

   ========================================

   It was a strange relationship, or at least it might look that way to an
outsider.  We never had sex again.  I still went over, occasionally, though
not nearly as often.  I still see them about twice a year.  Every time I go
over we strip off our clothes and, for a few hours, I'm a nudist.  What
might make it look even stranger is that I never got erect for her after
that one night.  I still like her, and appreciate her, and we're good
friends.  But somehow, knowing that she usually only went with a man once,
I didn't desire her in that way again.

   OK, I did desire her again, but I could control it much more easily than
I could with other women.

   You're wondering whether she got pregnant or not, aren't you?

   No, she didn't.  She taught Kent a lesson, though.  She wouldn't let him
have sex with her after that night until she knew whether or not we had
made a baby.  He doesn't tease her about choosing her yearly man any more.

   She still teases him, occasionally though.  Just the other night we were
watching a movie together.  Their daughter was there for a visit and was
naked too.  I was really proud that I was controlling myself so well that
night.  Their daughter is an attractive woman, and as intelligent and nice
as her mother.

   The movie was 'Notting Hill' and when it was over Lisa sighed.

   "I love it when love wins out," she said.  "It makes me horny."

   "Good," said Kent.

   "It's also September," said Lisa with a glint in her eye.  "And Bob is
here.  And I'm probably ovulating.  Hmmmmmm."

   She didn't look at Kent.  She didn't have to.

   Within minutes I was sitting alone with Nikki, their daughter ...  their
naked daughter ...

   But, as they say in that trashy internet stroke literature ...

   That's another story.




   
