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One day, about a year ago, glancing out our kitchen window, I noticed Wendy*and my wife Barbara, chatting out back*across the fence.* Barbara knew I wandered about our yard naked, and I had told her that Wendy had seen me. She has always tolerated my exhibitionism, and has occasionally encouraged it.There have been strict rules, however. Back off immediately*if any sign of offence is forthcoming. No indication that further sexual contact is sought. Sensible precautions against public offence. Full disclosure.Here was my chance to fully normalise this backyard game between Wendy and myself. I strode out, fully naked, to meet them by the fence. Wendy was, no doubt, surprised to*see me naked, exposing myself to her*in front of my wife. She feigned shock, but Barbara put her at ease immediately, by laughing it off."He's just a harmless exhibitionist, without any desire to offend. Just a little boy, really," she assured Wendy. I rewarded Barbara with a gentle peck on the lips, and as I put my arm around her shoulders, I added, "yes, I just can't help wanting to be naked, especially on a day like today. Perfectly natural."*Within just a couple of minutes, we had settled into the type of discussion neighbours usually have over the back fence. Friendly, courteous and mutually interesting. The fact that one of us was naked, was incidental. We have had such isvecbahis chats several times, as well as the one-on-ones, since "breaking the ice", and we have noticed that Wendy began spending more time in her back garden since.Two weeks ago, Barbara had gone to golf early, and I was at the kitchen sink, doing the dishes, and looking out over the backyard. I noticed Wendy, and an unfamiliar lady, staring at me from the furthest point of our joint fence. Realising I had seen them, they both waved enthusiastically, and signalled for me to move to my left, across to the dining area windows. These windows, being set much lower, ensured that they could see well below my waist, and have my full nudity open to view.As soon as I obeyed, they both clapped enthusiastically, and cheered loudly. The unfamiliar woman covered her open mouth with her hand, and both began laughing convulsively. I responded with a neat bow, and a slow pirouette. I raised both hands, did a little jig, so that my cock, and balls, swung side to side, up and down. The clapping, and cheering escalated, and they began to move closer, beckoning me to come outside.Once face to face, Wendy introduced her younger sister, Bev, who was visiting for a few days*from her home in the UK. Wendy and her husband had migrated to Australia from the UK over thirty years earlier, and this was one of the rare isveçbahis giriş opportunities for the sisters to meet up. Wendy apologised to me for telling Bev about her eccentric next-door neighbour, and Bev had asked to see me for herself. "I thought you wouldn't mind," she explained, rather unnecessarily.Bev extended her hand across the fence, and I accepted the greeting. Still holding my hand, she stared down below my waist, and commented on the hairlessness of my circumcised cock, and my balls, and delighted in explaining how youthful*and innocent the whole package came across. Letting go of my hand, she asked me to step back a little, so she could* take in my whole naked body in one go, and then asked me to pirouette again, very slowly, so that she could "complete the picture."**"Pardon my sister, as you can see, she tends to be quite forward," apologised Wendy."Rubbish," responded Bev. "This is a body that cries out to be seen, and appreciated. Why hide our enthusiasm? God, you certainly have been quite a lucky sister, haven't you, to have this eye-candy so close, and available to inspect? Tall, slim, straight, shapely legs, gorgeous arse, statuesque, stunning blue eyes, spotless, hairless torso. Could do with some more hair on top though. Cock's not very big, but very, very cute! Let's see you jig some more, if you don't mind," she added, isveçbahis yeni giriş addressing me, somewhat ironically.I felt foolish complying, but nonetheless exhilarated. Bev was calling the shots, but Wendy was clearly enjoying the spectacle too."Absolutely beautiful! You put guys*twenty years younger*to shame. Too bad you're tied up! Now, there's a thought," she laughed. "Where is your wife today?" she added."She left early for golf. Tuesday is her day," I replied."What a shame, I was hoping to meet her too. Wendy speaks most highly of both of you. Maybe tomorrow. I'll still be here," advised Bev.We then settled down to talk about the history of the sisters, the length and objectives of Bev's visit, her thoughts about Sydney so far, and so on. She was divorced, childless, much more carefree than Wendy, and very experienced. Bev then quizzed me about my wife, sexual preferences and*experience, my subterfuge in leading Wendy into being my willing voyeur. I kept my responses limited to CFNM encounters. The gushing admiration for my nudity, and the depth of questioning about my sexual interests, combined to arouse me to the extent that I was developing an obvious erection.Bev had no hesitation in pointing this out, to both Wendy, and myself. She castigated Wendy for not having told her how responsive my cock could be. Wendy denied ever having noticed it before. "Look how quickly it is growing now. You're proud of it, aren't you?" she demanded. "You're perfectly happy to just stand there, and let us feast our eyes on it. You're loving every minute of this, aren't you?"