My friends Marie and Pierre, a nudist couple in their mid-40s, invited me to visit them at their country cottage which they chose for its seclusion and privacy to live naked. It was the kind of place where you could do anything without being disturbed. Actually the invitation was from Marie whom I work with and who'd told me a lot about their nudism. I'd met Pierre but didn't know him well. There'll be no pressure to undress yourself, darling, but Pierre is nude all the time that we're there, Marie warned. She met me at the station and Pierre greeted us on the steps of the house. He was fully naked and looked very pretty I thought. His little penis was unaroused and his nakedness wasn't threatening. In fact, the atmosphere wasn't at all sexual and I liked being able to freely admire Pierre relaxing in the nude. There was a moment, which I suspect was deliberate, when he bent over the balcony and gave me a full view of his anus. Marie remained clothed during lunch and for most of the afternoon. It was only later that I discovered Pierre, who of course remained naked, was a cfnm fan which was one reason I'd been told I needn't strip. When we went down to the pool, I wore a bikini and Marie stripped down to bikini knickers so that her lovely little tits were exposed. Pierre praised their beauty and tried to touch them but she wouldn't let him. We girls dressed again for dinner. I'm a deep sleeper, but that night, I woke. The curtains were undrawn and the bedroom was full of moonlight. I slipped out of bed and went to the window in my pajamas. Marie and Pierre were down at the poolside. Pierre was bent naked, legs spread, over the back of a chair. Marie was wearing jeans, a pullover and a strapon penis which was deep in Pierre's anus, moving in and out of him rhythmically while he writhed in obvious pleasure. I realised at once that the real reason I'd been invited was to watch Pierre being fucked by his wife. She fucked him for at least 10 minutes and they never once looked up at my window where I was watching but I sensed that they knew I was there. I won't deny that I was slighty shaken, as well as intrigued, by this hidden side to Marie whom I thought I knew well. Nothing was said the next morning and I didn't expect there to be. Their secret was also my secret but it was understood that it had to be unacknowledged.

2

I thought a lot about Pierre being fucked by a woman as if he were himself a woman on the way home and in the weeks afterwards because it excited me strangely. Marie I saw at work but I sensed that although she was glad to talk about the rest of our fun weekend, her true relationship with her husband as a domme was a closed topic. Nor was there any further invitation either to the cottage or their home. I was alone with the knowledge of what I'd seen and my questions. Was he gay ; if so, wouldn't it be better and more comfortable to be fucked with a real penis rather than a plastic one ? Then unexpectedly, Pierre called me at my office and suggested a drink at a terrace bar overlooking the ocean. If I'd been worried about how the conversation would go, I needn't have been. As soon as the waitress had gone, he said, I know you saw what Marie did to me up at the cottage. Did it disgust you that I take it up the ass from my wife. I told him, no and I wouldn't be here if I were. But I'm curious. He laughed, relieved. Before you ask, I'm not gay, he said. I just like being submissive to a certain kind of strong and assertive woman, like Marie. It turned out that Marie wasn't the first woman to fuck him and she wasn't the only one fucking him now. How do you find these women, I asked. He grinned. Intuition and taking a chance, he said. I ask them and sometimes I'm wrong but you'd be surprised at how often I'm right. He put his hand on mine and looked me in the face. Will you fuck me, he asked. Would you let me be your manbitch. The funny thing is that this bizarre conversation didn't feel at all bizarre ; and I said yes without demur. We agreed I would fuck him the following weekend at my place. Before we parted, Pierre said, there's something you should know. I do fuck women but I never fuck the women who fuck me. That includes Marie. I've never fucked Marie in all the five years we've been together and I won't fuck you.

3

Pierre brought the strapon penis with him, tossed it on the living room sofa with a bottle of lube and casually removed his clothes without asking permission. Naked, he was beautiful and knew it. I guess you don't want me to undress, I said somewhat sarcastically and he nodded. He kissed me and I felt the stirring in his groin against me. I just need you to fuck me, he said. But first of all I need you to bath me. Maybe it's me but most of the guys I've know have been reluctant to let me get near their backsides so touching men there isn't something I've experience of. Pierre of course wasn't like that. He stood in the tub with his back to me and bent over to lean his weight on the bathroom wall with his legs spread like a compliant girl. I pried his pale, hairless buttocks apart to reveal the puckered, purple lips of his anus which pursed as I splashed it with the shower head. Does Marie know we're doing this, I asked. He nodded and said, sure I always tell her. He reached back and guided the tip of my right forefinger to the the orifice of his anus. I gently slid it inside and began to finger him which made him moan. I leant forward and smelled the dry, oystery odour of his asshole ; to my surprise there was nothing shitty about it so I pulled my finger out and began to tongue him there. That made him want to masturbate and for several minutes I applied my mouth to his crack as if it were a mouth while he played with himself. Then I wanted very urgently to be inside him. We're going next door, I said. He obeyed me without hesitation. In the living room he lubed himself and took up position over the back of my sofa while I strapped on the dildo and drove it hard into his anus which made him flinch but only for a moment. Then he was pressing himself on to the strapon getting it as deep inside his belly as it would go. He was as noisy as a woman as I fucked him until with a final groan he cummed. You might ask what pleasure was there in this for me in what was a mechanical act on my part? A feeling of pure power such as I've never experienced sexually before to have this nude man defenceless and totally obedient under me and a realisation that it had made my cunt totally wet although I hadn't myself orgasmed

4

Afterwards, we sat on the floor, Pierre still luxuriously nude, and drank beer. I made him put the soiled dildo in his mouth and suck it while he casually played with himself and masturbated. I'd realised by this time that he would do whatever I told him because there was nothing he didn't want to do for me. Shame wasn't a concept in his vocuabulary. Doesn't it frighten you to put yourself in my power this way, I asked him. What if I told people about this, people who know you. I don't know that you won't, he replied. I have to trust you. If you tell, you tell. That's part of the excitement for me. Then I fucked him twice more until he said his anus was too sore to take more although we'd used up all of his bottle of lube and another of mine. I'm thinking this is something you could really get into, he said as he reluctantly dressed again. I have a friend called Frankie who shares my tastes. We could all go up the cottage with Marie and have a really good time. It's starting to get chilly out there, I said. But there's nothing to stop us having a good time here if Frankie's manbitch hole is as pretty and available as yours.