We didn't know that we both wanted it.

I have been with my wife a long time now. And there is always something new I discover about her. On a trip to New Zealand, she stripped completely on a beach. After the beach, I asked her if we could have a threesome. She refused. I didn't ask again.

When we got home, we told a friend who often came over to work on Music and Art about the nude beach and how we both stripped. And then one night, while we were pretty high, I suggested that we all spend the rest of the night naked. The idea was to shoot an experimental video for one of the songs we were working on.

She went to the bathroom, and opened the door slightly and asked, "Are you sure you want me to be naked?" I said it was alright as long as she was alright. She shut the soor and me and the friend got naked.

She came out of the bathroom and sat next to me and across the friend. We started talking about being naked and how it feels. We decided that though it was an extremely sexual experience, we will keep it artsy.

We painted each other and shot each other. This became a ritual for the next few months. One day, my wife passed out because i insisted we do vodka shots. And just before she hit the bed, i stripped her in the presence of my friend. Again, it was not for sex, but for nudity (if anyone understands).

She asked why she was the only one getting naked. So we both stripped ourselves after her. She drifted away into her sleep, and my friend asked me if he could touch her. I said he should ask her... but yes, he could simply touch her as long as it was done in a respectable manner.

As he touched her behind, she gained a little bit of consciousness and encouraged his touching. I whispered in her ear asking if it was ok. She turned her head rested it on the friends naked lap.

I asked my friend to hold her arms up. We had a pair of hand cuffs by the bed that we used often. I quickly tied her hands to the bed. All the while my friend only touched her, and i didn't really go beyond the point one mustn't when a drunk woman is involved. But yes, I knew she could feel everything. Her moands slowly reduced to a sigh. We knew we fondled her to sleep.

The friend has moved on, we haven't see him in years. But we do speak of him everytime we have a steamy night. I ask her if she recalls the day. And she always says no. But it isnt a convincing no. I know she remembers.

I know she wanted it just as much as i did.

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