Modern Couples by Nakedcraving

Modern Couples by Nakedcraving

Explore the passionate dynamics of love and desire in 'Modern Couples: An Adult Sex Story.' Dive into a captivating narrative that unfolds the complexities of relationships, intimacy, and personal discovery. Perfect for adventurous readers seeking a blend of romance and realism.<br/> Of course, any couple, if they communicate at all, have talked about sex with other people, at least any modern couple. We are no different. The first time we discussed the matter, it was just before a camping trip with another couple for a two week backpacking outing into the wilderness just above Yosemite. It turned out neither of us was confident enough of our relationship or how well we knew the friends to take the chance, although both of us felt sex was not love and unconditional love meant giving physical space to your partner. We just weren’t sure.

As it turned out, however, we became close and the situation morphed into a comfortable transition into shared intimacy with our friends. It was on our fifth day out that my wife wanted to hike to the waterfall pool and I wanted to fish. Jason volunteered to hike with Claire and Julia said she’d like to fish.

As we were fishing, and the day was very comfortable with my friend’s wife, I figured my good friend and my wife would most likely become intimate soon and that I would probably end up horizontal with his. It was hot, and as we were all comfortable being naked around one another, Julia and I ended up fishing without our clothes, standing in the stream naked, holding our poles, and it was lovely and natural and almost sure to end up in sex.

As we stood fifty feet apart, naked in nature, I knew Claire and Jason would also end up sans suits. Did I feel uncomfortable about it? How could I? I was naked and horny with his wife a few feet away from me. I glanced over and noted how good she looked standing naked in the stream holding a fishing pole.

The fishing was good, and after we each caught our limit, we sat in the shade on the bank under a tree and ate our lunch. “Do you think Jason and Claire are naked at the waterfall” she asked.

“Of course,” I said.

“Do you think they’ll fuck?” she asked quietly, not beating around any bush.

“Same answer,” I said.

“Will we?” she said nonchalantly.

“I hope so,” I said.

“So do I,” she said.

“Soon?” I asked.

“Probably,” she replied smiling.

“Did you guys discuss it?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said. “Don’t all couples?”

“And what did you decide?” I asked.

“To let Nature take its course,” she said with a sly smile.

“Has it?” I asked.

“I think so,” she said.

“How does it start?” I asked.

“You kiss me,” she said with a beautiful, seductive smile.

“Like this?” I said, placing my lips against hers.

“Exactly,” she said when our lips parted.

She leaned back on the towel we’d brought to lunch on. “Then you enter me,” she said. “Slowly and deep. Then just move it in and out and do what comes naturally.”

“You think they are doing the same?” I asked.

“Exactly,” she said, “although,” she smiled as I increased the speed, “my husband has already been in your wife for awhile.”

“He’s not as plodding?”

“He’s hornier for your wife,” she said, putting a finger to my lips. “And not so talkative.” We continued without conversation until she tensed and began to have an orgasm on the ground beside the stream. I knew she’d had her tubes tied and I didn’t hold back. I emptied into her and we sank into a short sleep on the bank of the stream, her stretched over my naked body like a rag on a chair.

I didn’t hear people approaching until I heard someone say, “How’s the fishing?” I awoke and raised up in time to see two people on the trail in backpacks. The two fishing poles against the tree told him we had been fishing, but two naked people sleeping in a heap on a small towel told him other things had been going on as well.

We both sat up and turned to face the people on the trail. “Fishing was good, so afterwards, we… ”

“Yeah, sorry to bother you,” he said. “We skinny dipped in this pool last summer,” he said. “Have a nice day,” he said as they walked passed. Julia and I gathered our clothes, put them in our daypacks, put on our shoes and socks, and picked up our fishing poles and started up the trail to our camp.

When we got there, I began cleaning the fish, making sure to put the remains under ground far from camp so as not to attract bears. We were both comfortable being nude, and shortly Claire and Jason came down the trail. They were also wearing only hiking boots and hats, carrying their clothes in their daypacks.

“How was the waterfall?” I asked as they took off their packs.

“Dreamy,” said Claire.

“Erotic,” said Jason.

“Glad to hear it,” I said. “Fishing too.”

The code was clear, both couples had taken the step to swapping mates. It was an effortless evolution into extramarital territory. We had talked about it, and it had happened naturally without any further discussion necessary. Each couple felt confident enough in our mates attitude about monogamy to make the leap with confidence of the other person’s unspoken approval.

We went through the rest of the day without any mention of what had occurred at the waterfall and the fishing hole. We went about the day normally, chatting and joking throughout the afternoon, as if nothing had changed. The difference was clear, we had all taken a step that changed all of us forever and there was no going back, although I felt none of us would want or need to go back.

After dinner the question hung in the air about sleeping arrangements, but no one said anything until about nine when Jason said, “I assume Julia will move her bag into your tent, right?”

I looked at Julia and nodded. The two women, without comment, took their sleeping bags out of one tent and put it in the other. After we put the fire out, I kissed Claire and she crawled naked into Jason’s tent. Julia then kissed her husband goodnight and on her hands and knees crawled into mine.

For a few minutes we listened to the low murmur of talking in the tent next to us, then it got quiet and we began kissing as well. She reached down and took ahold of my growing erection and massaged it gently in her soft hand. As it grew in her palm, I reached around and put my hands on her bottom, gripping it and holding each cheek, pulling her body against mine.

I entered her in one quick motion, pushing deep and smooth. She sighed. Our bodies hit together with a soft slap, and I pushed out my hips, thrusting myself into her repeatedly. She arched her body up into me, wrapped her arms around me and pulled tight. Our bodies heated the tent and we began to sweat, our bags getting wet from our body heat.

I changed position, letting my sleeping bag open up and moving over Julia. She guided my erection to her sex and the tip entered her easily and steadily, sinking deep into her vagina. After thirty minutes or so of intense lovemaking we both came in a rush, her cries filling the night. I was sure those in the next tent were listening to her sounds of sex and pleasure. We both fell apart panting, luxuriating in the passion that had just exploded within us. Shortly after the night faded and we both fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.

In the morning I crawled out of my tent to find my wife cooking eggs and Jason tending the fire. “Sounded like you had a fine night,” he said smiling.

“I hope yours was grand, as well,” I said.

“Stunning,” he replied.

“Stupendous,” my wife said, looking up from the eggs.

Claire was only wearing one of my shirts, opened, not buttoned, Jason was nude, and Julia had only a large t-shirt. Like Jason I was nude wearing sandals and standing by the fire. We ate breakfast and talked about the day, but no one spoke about the night or day before. We went on as if nothing had happened but the shift had occurred and we all accepted it silently. The one that had come in the night and was clearly different, the open affection between each of our wives and the other woman’s husband was uninhibited and undisguised.

Claire and Jason occasionally kissed openly and without restraint, and Julia and I did the same. We had moved into another dimension of intimacy. Instead of two separate couples, there was one group of four loving people. What the day and night before had done was melt us all into one group. It was now Jason and Julia and Claire and me.

I could see we all felt different about the dynamics of the group. Claire kissed me good morning, did the same to Jason, even to Julia. The women were as openly affectionate with one another as they were with each of us men. The night’s activity had brought us together like nothing had ever done before.

It was a remarkable thing to see, and even more to feel and be a part of. That day I made love to Jason’s wife, my wife, and the four of us hiked naked to the waterfall and had sex again in a group on the shore on a blanket. The women kissed, each of us gave pleasure to the others, only the men refrained from physical affection with each other, but there was a bond between us all we could not deny. It was a bond we each could feel and not deny. Four people had come together in a way we had only hoped for, thought about, discussed openly and with feverish anticipation. As modern couples do, we prepared for it and let it wash over us.

After we ate, put out the fire, there was no hesitation into which tent the women would go. Claire went to Jason’s, and Julia crawled in mine. The next day went pretty much like the one before, except that at four another group of hikers came up through trail. There were three of them (Carlos, Jordan, and Carson: two men and one woman). They were wearing backpacks, hats, glasses, and hiking boots, and no clothes just like us.

When they put up one tent it was obvious the two men shared the one woman. They camped fifty yards from us and we ate together that night. They were a polyamorous family from Berkeley and we visited, shared stories, and sang songs together and laughed easily.

Carlos was a doctor, Jordan a high school English teacher, and Carson was a mathematician working for a firm in Palo Alto. They lived together in a house in Berkeley they shared with another group family.

The next day we all swam nude at the waterfall, had lunch together, and then said goodbye as they broke came and hiked on down the trail. We felt a closeness with them and knew we would see them again. In three days we dressed, hiked to the trailhead.