During covid, my wife (Melissa) and I went to stay with her younger sister (Emily). Em is an awesome person – warm, welcoming, and completely nonjudgmental. Her boyfriend had moved out a few months earlier, and she was lonely, so we decided to make the drive and stay with her for a few days despite the covid restrictions.

As we got close to Emily’s house, Mel asked me something strange that I didn’t understand at first. She said that Emily wanted to know if I was okay with non-sexual nudity. It turns out that Em had gone through some negative body image issues and had moved past them by doing naked yoga and now spent a lot of time just hanging out naked. Not really knowing what this had to do with me, I assured my wife that I wouldn’t act like a sixteen-year-old if I saw her sister topless.

We arrived, tired from the long drive to a beautiful sight. Emily greeted us on her porch with a big smile and two cold beers. She threw me a beer as I walked up the steps and, after embracing her sister, gave me a big hug. I could feel through her shirt that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and as she led us into the house, I couldn’t help but notice that she actually wasn’t wearing anything at all underneath the oversized tee shirt.

I pulled the bags inside and then made a quick call in to work. I sat in the guest room talking for five minutes or so and then came out into the family room. I immediately covered my eyes and apologized. Emily was sitting on the couch completely naked, talking to Mel. They both laughed, and I looked up.

“Um? Am I supposed to be in here?” I stuttered. There sat my wife and her sister, both completely nude.

Mel said something like, “Come on, Jay, I asked you about this in the car. Em has invited us to be nudists with her for the weekend - don’t act like a teenager.”

I tried to act cool, shrugged my shoulders, and sat in a chair across from Emily, sipping my beer. Mel glared at me until I realized she was serious.

“You want me to get naked too?” I asked.

Emily, realizing I was uncomfortable, told me I didn’t have to get naked to hang out with them. “But it’s really freeing,” she added with a warm smile.

Not wanting to be rude, I went back to the guest room, took a quick shower, and came back out to sit down – now fully naked.

I tried to act relaxed but soon realized I was in trouble. Emily had featured prominently in some of my sexual fantasies. And now, sitting just a foot away from her, I couldn’t help but peek at her smallish breasts with alert red nipples, her light brown bush too sparse to cover her folds as she laid back on the couch. My wife, in comparison, is more curvy, with large breasts, big nipples, and a trimmed but thick dark brown bush that covers her clit hood and folds.

I tried to be an adult about the situation, but the scene was too much for me. I soon had an erection with nowhere to hide. No one would mistake me for a porn star, but my dick is certainly too big to hide behind my thigh. I thought of excusing myself but then decided to go along with the whole freedom thing. I sat back, legs slightly apart, and tried to relax. I could tell by their glances that they both had noticed my fully erect attention-seeking member.

Without a hint of embarrassment or awkwardness, Emily glanced at my hard cock and said she noticed I shaved down there and wanted to know why I went to the trouble of doing that. Mel laughed and blurted out that I masturbate online and think it gives people a better view.

“Hey, that’s supposed to be a family secret,” I said with a laugh.

“But we are family,” Emily said with a smile and then commented that she loved how I looked shaved and that there was nothing weird about it.

“So, you’re into public masturbation?” she asked.

Her open way of speaking made it seem so normal to talk about. I told her that I did enjoy jerking off in front of people, but only if they wanted to see it.

Emily then stood up and walked to her room, shaking her ass and giggling as she went. She returned with a bottle of lube and put it on the end table beside me. I remember my wife saying something like, “Don’t encourage him – he’ll do it.”

Emily responded by saying there is nothing weird or strange about taking care of pent-up sexual tension in front of friends.

Mel muttered something like: “You two are crazy” (my wife has always had hangups about masturbation – she tolerates me jerking off with other men and women online but has always thought it was a little strange).

Emily sat back down and looked from me to the lube with a mischievous, encouraging smile. My head was spinning. It felt like a kind of out-of-body experience to be sitting in front of my wife and her sister with an erection and a bottle of lube. I seriously thought it was a dream for a second, but it wasn’t. This was really happening, and it got so much better. I could feel the sexual energy in the room and could smell a faint musk of excited pussy.

Emily openly admired my cock and moved her hand from her lap up to her right breast, and she gave it a squeeze. That was all it took for me. I squirted a handful of lube in my left palm and grabbed my shaft. Emily got up and came back with three towels; I stood and let her put one under me. She put one on her own cushion and tried to give the other to Mel, but she wouldn’t take it. My wife just watched her sister as if she, too, couldn’t believe this was happening.

I started stroking slowly, watching Emily massage her breasts. She then leaned back and cupped her pussy with her left hand, making a circular motion. My cock was now super hard– that state when your skin is tight and so sensitive that it almost hurts. I had to avoid stroking the head because it was so sensitive I could have easily gone over the edge and blown up in a few seconds. I stroked slowly and glanced over to Melissa. Her eyes had that familiar, I need to cum expression, and she, too, started messaging her breasts.

Emily glanced at her sister and then back to me with a mischievous expression that said, “I knew we could get her to join in.” Then she started getting into it. She used her left hand to reveal her prominent clit and rubbed it with the tips of her fingers. She sighed and said something like, “This is so nice, you guys.”

Melissa was now also getting into it. She watched her sister intently as she started to rub herself. Mel has never been one for foreplay, and so she soon had two fingers deep inside her own pussy.

Emily continued to concentrate on her clit. It was almost too much for me. I had to pretty much stop stroking for a minute – I once again had a sort of out-of-body feeling, unable to believe that this was actually happening.

In minutes the girls were in full orgasm-seeking mode. Emily had twisted on her side so she could reach her tight little ass hole while still rubbing her pussy. She had one finger in her butt hole while franticly rubbing her clit. Mel now had three fingers inside her pussy and was thrusting her hips – fucking the shit out of her own hand – I’d never seen her do anything like that. Her eyes were shut, but every now and then, I caught her peeking at her sister’s ass and pussy.

Watching Mel fuck herself drove both Emily and me crazy. Melissa eventually had four fingers in her pussy, essentially fisting herself. Em was moaning and tugging rapidly at her clit. I was about to cum without even touching myself. Mel’s grunts became louder and more frantic. She leaned back and started shaking a little. With a long moan, her hips rocked back and forth on her hand, gushing as she started to cum. Emily looked from her sister’s stretched pussy to my glistening wet cock dripping with precum. She started to orgasm with little convulsions that made her jump in her seat. I grabbed my balls with my left hand and, with just four or five full strokes, unleashed a huge load of cum that actually shot into the air a couple of inches (which is rare for me).

We all lay back for a while, resting in that warm glow of post-cum contentedness. Em was glowing she was so happy. She said something like, “I love you guys. Thank you for rescuing me from this endless isolation.” What a bonding experience that was for us.

We all laughed when we saw the enormous wet spot Mellissa had made on the couch, and the gorgeous musky smell lingered for days. We had many such adventures that weekend – oil massages, group showers, all three of us crammed into a queen-sized bed skin-to-skin. What a weekend. Definitely one of the best experiences of my life.