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Having outlined*in some detail the events arising from my introduction to Wendy's sister, Bev, I was not surprised that my wife took up the offer to meet. Her enthusiasm is what surprised me. Barbara was quite used to my efforts to be seen naked, in public, and sometimes encouraged me. She loved to see the reactions of others to these displays.She wanted them to remain displays only, devoid of any overtly provocative intent. She had often enjoyed our games in which she became my "dom", spanking me, humiliating me, masturbating myself, and sometimes even drinking her piss. But, over the years, these games faded away, and there had never been the intention for her to share these occasions with others.Sharing my CFNM with Wendy*had reawakened the delight she got from showing her man off, and her self-confidence to be able to manage such situations. It was clear to us both, that Bev would like to take things further, that Wendy would be reluctant to be part of it, if things did progress, and that Bev would try to break down her sister's inhibitions. Barbara found the ingredients enticing, and promising of an enjoyable recipe. At our ages, why shouldn't we set ourselves free of restrictive social norms, and enjoy sexual adventure, as we once had, many years before?So when our front-door bell announced their arrival, I responded fully naked, and escorted Wendy and Bev up the stairs*to introduce Bev to my wife. Barbara immediately took the initiative, saying, "so you're the one I have to thank, for Escort esat having my lawn so well manicured yesterday. My husband certainly excelled himself.""And kept us gloriously entertained, doing so. I'm delighted to meet you. Wendy has been singing your praises. I knew that such an adventurous and delectable man*as your husband, would have an equally delicious partner, and Wendy has convinced me of that," Bev countered."Wendy, as always, is too kind. Please come outside. On such a glorious day, it would be a shame not to be with nature. My husband will arrange tea*or coffee, and we have some cakes to eat." Barbara then showed Bev around her province, the garden, pointing out her favorite sections. "You can see why we don't cover windows on this side of the building. It allows complete exposure of this garden, from our dining, living and kitchen areas. Full exposure inside, from here, as you have already noticed," she added."What I call a win-win, don't you think?" countered Bev.I observed these introductory skirmishes, standing by our garden table, with Wendy even closer than she had ever been across our fence. She seemed not the least uncomfortable with the proximity of my nakedness. I then turned to go inside, to gather the items necessary to set the table. Wendy offered to help. As we populated the table, and as Wendy leaned forward to deposit the sugar, milk and cream, I allowed my cock to brush lightly against her elbow. She looked up at me, and smiled, as etimesgut escort I apologised for knocking against her."The water has boiled, and we can sit and select tea, or coffee, as you wish," I announced, loud enough to alert Bev, and Barbara, who turned back towards the table.As they reached the table, Bev turned to Barbara, asserting "yesterday, your husband showed us a most delightful erection, as he performed his duties. Do you think he might oblige again today?""I'm sure he can accommodate you. He loves being flattered."I took this response by Barbara, as permission for me to do as Bev had requested. It also indicated that Barbara was not going to be the one to back off. Accordingly, I re-entered the kitchen, applied some olive oil to one hand, which then got my dormant penis started, and carried the kettle out to the table with the other. I continued to stroke my awakening cock as I approached the table, and as I offered to pour water into Wendy's cup, and then Barbara's.Finally, it was pretty well stiff as a rod, as I bent beside Bev, to fill her cup. As I stood to move around to fill my cup, Bev announced her gratitude for my obedience, and looking directly into Barbara's eyes, and pointing a finger directly at the tip of my cock, she asked, "Do you mind if I touch it? It truly is a wondrous specimen.""Just an introductory touch. It clearly has a mind of its own, and that mind is obviously seeking attention," Barbara allowed.Bev moved her finger etlik escort bayan to the tip of my penis, and lightly, and briefly, circled my pee-hole with it. I looked at Barbara. She was smiling broadly, to indicate complicity. I looked at Wendy. She did not know where to look, but finally settled on observation of the action at hand. I looked at Bev. She was beaming with triumph. To comply with Barbara's requirement of brevity, I was able to move away, reluctantly, and begin to take my seat at the table."Thank you,*Barbara. Seeing is one thing. Touching completes the circuit. Such a gorgeous little thing, proud and unapologetic, whilst also seeming so innocent. I promise not to intrude any further, but please let me continue to enjoy, with my eyes only, the wonders of your husband's irresistible body.""Not a problem. As you said - a win-win. How about you, would you like a touch?" asked Barbara of Wendy. Wendy hesitated, but was gently persuaded, by both other women, to avail herself of the opportunity. Her touch was more tentative, gentle, and almost negligible. I savoured it, none-the-less."My turn," protested Barbara, touching her finger to her lips, before reaching out, touching me on the eye of my cock, and deliberately and quite overtly, allowing her fingernail to enter, a small way inside. "He loves that!"I figured that Barbara won that round.Discussion over morning tea was vigorous, uncompromising, and a little embarrassing for me, and particularly Wendy, at times. The history of our sexual explorations*and proclivities*was explored in unusual detail. It was essentially a two-way dialogue between Bev and my wife, with Barbara attempting to demonstrate she was at least the equal of Bev, in sexual freedom. I doubt that she was, but she was determined not to admit it.