Meet my Au Pair Family

"I'm going to be fine, love," David reassured Claire, his hand resting comfortably on the steering wheel as they pulled up to the elegant residence of Robert and Victoria. His eyes swept over the well-kept garden, the ivy climbing the red brick walls, creating a luxurious yet homey atmosphere. "Or are you nervous that I'll make a fool of myself in front of your worldly host family?" David joked.

Claire gave him a forced smile. "That's not it. You just don't know them like I do," she murmured, her French accent betraying her nervousness.

"Well, that's the whole point of tonight, isn't it?" David said, turning off the engine. "For me to get to know them better."

David knew that Claire had a really close relationship with the couple who had been her host family for her Au pair year when coming first to England. He didn't know much more about them -- even though he had asked himself why a couple without children needed a french Au pair. When he had asked Claire that question, she had joked that she had been the child of the household but never offered any real explanation.

They climbed the stone steps to the front door. Claire paused, took a deep breath, and whispered to herself in French, a habit David had found endearing from the moment they'd met. She had never been one to hide her emotions, but tonight she was a book with pages fluttering in the wind. David, on the other hand, felt as relaxed as ever. He looked forward to meeting the people who had been such a significant part of Claire's life over the past years.

The door swung open, and a middle aged man's robust frame filled the entryway. Robert. His smile was genuine, his handshake firm, the epitome of a welcoming host, only that he was clad in a bathrobe that showed a hairy chest and equally hairy bare legs. Had they mixed up the time?

"Are we too early?" David asked.

"Not at all, your timing is perfect," Victoria, equally welcoming, greeted them with a warm smile and a kiss on each cheek. The apron she wore plunged David into even greater confusion. Either she was wearing an incredibly sophisticated dress under that apron or -- nothing at all. He glanced at Claire, expecting some kind of explanation, but she just offered a small smile, her eyes avoiding his.

They stepped into the foyer, the air was warm, suffused with the scent of a rich, exotic candle. The sound of sizzling meat and vegetables wafted from the kitchen. A typical dinner invitation, except for the attire, or lack thereof. David's mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening, but Claire did nothing to help. Was this some kind of French custom he wasn't aware of? Or was it the quirks of the wealthy? Either way, he suspected he was in for an evening that would be far from ordinary.

Robert led them into the living room, "Make yourselves at home," he said, gesturing to the plush couch. David took a seat next to Claire and tried to not to let his bewilderment show.

"So, David," Robert began, his tone conversational as he lounged in a comfortable chair opposite them, "tell us about yourself. Claire has mentioned you're from Liverpool. How do you find life in London?"

David, ever the conversationalist, launched into a light-hearted banter about the rivalry between Liverpool and Manchester, using the topic to distract himself from the strange behavior of their hosts. Soon Robert roared with laughter, slapping his knee. "Ah! A man who knows his football!" he exclaimed. Claire's smile was tight, her eyes flicking between David and Robert, but she said nothing, allowing David to navigate the conversation.

Victoria glided into the room, carrying a tray with delicious-smelling food. As she set the tray on the table in the dining area, she turned her back on them, definitely answering the question what was beneath the apron. David felt his cheeks flush at the sight of a beautifully contoured bronzed back and a full, round and equally tan ass. He stole a look at Claire, whose gaze was focused on her hands, clasped tightly in her lap. Victoria turned towards them. Her breasts swung tantalizingly under the apron, as she offered each of them a small plate of hors d'oeuvres. David took one, his hand brushing against the bare skin of her arm as he did so. The touch sent a jolt through him, and he wondered if he was the only one feeling the tension in the room thicken like the sauce on the roast.

David had just integrated Victoria into their small talk, commenting on their lovely house, asking about the neighborhood, when Robert suggested they proceed to the dinner table and as he formulated "all get comfortable". He stood up and dropped his robe to the floor casually. His generous chest hair thinned a bit across his toned stomach and spread out again in his groin, embracing a rather big, relaxed penis.

David felt he was in a waking dream, "only that usually I'm the naked one in my dreams" he mused.

Victoria followed suit, her apron slipping to the floor to reveal a perfectly bare body. She carried herself with the confidence of a woman who knew she was beautiful. Her big breasts sat high on her chest, a narrow waist flared out into round hips and strong thighs, a full bush on top. David tore away his eyes and turned to Claire, expecting an explanation, but she remained silent, her cheeks aflame, her hands nestling with the buttons of her blouse.

"Did she forget to mention that?" Victoria asked, her tone light and teasing. "Oh, Claire," she said, shaking her head, "always keeping secrets."

"Victoria and I like to be comfortable in our own home," Robert explained. "We're nudists, and we enjoy sharing our lifestyle with those we trust."

"And by the way, you can look all you want." Victoria turned to David thrusting out her chest "That's the idea, after all."

David's was shocked, but he was also curious and more than a little aroused by their hostess' ripe and voluptuous body. He decided to go with the flow and tried to act as if seeing his girlfriend's host family naked was a regular occurrence. "Well, I guess this is what you call getting to know each other," he said, his voice a little less steady than he would have liked.

Robert's smile grew broader. "Exactly, David. That's the spirit." David took a step towards the dinner table but Robert continued. "Now, if you'd be so kind to join us..."

David turned to Claire, expecting some kind of protest, but she was already unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes on the floor. She slid it off her shoulders, revealing her lacy bra, the one she wore when she wanted to show off. He watched, stunned, as she peeled off her jeans, leaving her in nothing but her lingerie. At this moment she appeared more beautiful than ever to him.

"Well, if Claire didn't tell you about us being nudist, then she most likely didn't tell you about our no-clothes-rules." Victoria soothingly said to David. "But you would do me a big favor..." she added, fluttering her eyelids in an exaggerated gesture.

With a tremble in his hands, David began to unbuckle his belt. Claire's eyes rose up to meet his, and he saw a flash of excitement there. He took off his shirt, his heart pounding in his chest, and then his pants, until he was standing in front of them in just his boxers. Robert's gaze was approving, and Victoria's was openly interested. He could feel his member filling out against the fabric, and he hoped it wasn't too obvious.

As he stepped out of his boxers, he caught Claire's eyes again. Gone was the sheepish look, replaced by one of pride. Was she proud of her naked body, now full on display? Was she proud of him? David took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting the last of his inhibitions go. The cool air of the room kissed his bare skin, making him feel both vulnerable and alive.

They all took their seats at the table, and Victoria began to serve the meal. The food looked and smelled incredible, but David couldn't help but feel a knot in his stomach. He was naked in a room with two equally naked strangers, and his girlfriend was naked next to him. He took a sip of wine, hoping it would ease the tension, but it only served to highlight the dryness in his mouth.

Only as the conversation picked up again, David lost his apprehension a bit. He asked questions about the recipes, and Victoria and Robert were more than happy to share their culinary secrets. The wine flowed freely, and the atmosphere grew warmer, more relaxed. Despite the unusual circumstances, he found himself enjoying the company of their hosts.

The meal itself was a delight for the senses. The tender roast beef melted in his mouth, and the flavors of the rosemary potatoes and garlic-infused carrots danced on his tongue. The candles flickered, casting a soft glow over their bare skin. The conversation grew more personal, and David began to feel a kinship with Robert and Victoria. They spoke about their travels, their past, and their love for art. Claire, too, seemed more at ease, her laughter ringing out genuinely as she shared anecdotes from her time as their Au pair. The entire evening felt less and less like a bizarre episode and more like a gathering of close friends who just happened to be all naked.

David was sitting across Victoria and he couldn't help but steal glances at her breasts that jiggled with every movement she made. Her nipples were a delicate pink, standing erect despite the warm air of the room. She caught his gaze, winked, and blew him a quick kiss.

When Victoria stood to serve the dessert, a decadent chocolate mousse that made his mouth water, her round ass swayed with every step and her generous pubic hair was on full display. She made sure that David had a good look before sitting down again at the table. David's eyes darted to Claire who was watching him steadily, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

The evening progressed, the wine glasses never truly empty, and the conversation grew more heated. All topics were fair game, and David found himself holding his own with Robert's sharp wit and Victoria's insightful observations.

They were discussing the proposed removal of nude paintings from the British museums -- all agreeing that the proposal was absurd. The meal had wound down and their host's hands, now free from the constraints of serving and eating, began to wander. A gentle caress of an arm here, a tender stroke of a cheek there, they were showing their affection as openly as their bodies. The way they touched each other was intimate, yet not overtly sexual -- at least at the beginning.

But the statements and touches grew bolder. Robert's hand found its way to Victoria's chest, his thumb grazing her nipple, eliciting a soft gasp. Victoria's hand disappeared below the table, probably sliding down to Robert's thigh, inching closer to his groin. David's eyes darted between them, his own arousal building. He took another sip of wine, trying to keep his cool, but the sight of their open affection was having a profound effect on him.

Their hosts were telling a story about French nude beaches and them accidentally witnessing a couple of friends have sex. Robert's hand was busy under the table now, too, and judging by her soft sigh, had found Victoria's pussy. She leaned back and was openly enjoying his touch. The sight was both shocking and arousing, and David felt his own member harden in response.

Robert finished with a heartfelt "... sex is beautiful, after all." He leaned in to kiss Victoria, his hand never leaving her pussy, and then suggested, "why don't we take that to the salon, there, we'll be much more comfortable." Robert and Victoria exchanged a knowing look, and then Victoria stood up, her breasts swaying slightly as she moved.

"That's a great idea," she stated, her voice a little breathless.

David had a great view of Victoria again, his gaze drawn to her nether lips that had opened and were shiny from her arousal. Robert's dick was fully erect, leading the way as they moved to one of the chairs, inviting Claire and David to sit on the couch.

Robert sat down comfortably, his cock a tall tower of excitement. Victoria knelt before him and wrapped her delicate hand around his shaft. She stroked him with a practiced ease, her thumb tracing the veins that pulsed with his desire. All the time her eyes searched those of David. The sound of her palm gliding over the skin of Robert's cock was a silent invitation, one that David felt acute pressure to respond to.

Suddenly, Victoria broke away from her ministrations. She turned to David and Claire, who had settled down on the couch, watching the display in utter fascination. "Why don't you two lovebirds join us?" she suggested and directed her gaze to David, "I'm sure she didn't tell you about this, but I guess you have figured it all out by now."

Without waiting for a response, she turned her attention back to Robert. Her full, red lips parted to engulf his swollen tip. David's heart was racing. He turned to Claire and found her eyes wide with excitement. She leaned into him, her breath hot on his neck, and whispered, "Do you want to?"

The question hung in the air, thick with the scent of desire. David looked into Claire's eyes, searching for any hint of doubt, but all he saw was a lust that reflected his own. He nodded, and she grinned, pulling him closer. Their kiss was urgent, hungry, their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring each other's bare skin -- for the first time outside the privacy of their own home.

Victoria's moans grew louder, her cheeks hollowing as she took Robert's length deeper into her mouth. The sight of this beautiful, elegant lady sucking her husband off a few feet away made David's own cock throb in response. Appreciatively, Claire's fingers wrapped around it, stroking him in time with Victoria's movements.

Victoria, still maintaining eye contact with David, stood up and straddled Robert's lap, facing the young couple. She grabbed her husband's length, positioned the tip carefully at her entrance and lowered herself with a moan. "You know, Claire," she panted, having impaled herself fully on Robert's cock, "it's not polite to keep secrets from your partner." She started to slowly lift her hips, releasing the glistening shaft before slamming down again. Another pant. "You really should have told him about our little arrangement."

David's eyes darted to Claire, who looked at him with a mix of apology and excitement. She leaned back, her hand still on his cock, and licked her lips. "I'm sorry, David," she murmured, her voice low and needy. "I just didn't know how to explain."

"No need for apologies," Victoria moaned. She squeezed her breasts together and thrusted them out towards David. "But maybe you could make it up to him, sweetheart," she suggested. "Why don't you show him what you've learned with us?"

This was obviously not the first time that Claire was getting intimate with their hosts. David felt a rush of anger mixing with his arousal. Claire, her hand still on his cock, seamed to sense that and looked at him with pleading eyes... "Please, let me do this" she whispered.

David's breath hitched and he watched intently as Claire's head descended to his groin. She met his gaze, her eyes full of tenderness, and then leaned in, her lips wrapping around his cockhead.

The sensation was electric, her mouth warm and wet, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. He watched as she took him deeper, her eyes never leaving his. The sight of her doing this in front of their hosts was both confusing and incredibly arousing.

And they were definitely watching. Robert's hand slid down Victoria's body, his thumb circling her clit but his eyes were on Claire. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice strained with his own need. "Suck him off like a good girl."

Victoria, on the other hand, was focused on David. She had picked on his subliminal anger and added fuel to the fire: "Fuck her mouth with your gorgeous cock, stud! Harder! Don't worry, I know she can take it."

And David was doing exactly that, he was pushing his hard shaft roughly into Claire's mouth, his hand wrapped in her hair, holding her head in place under his assault -- something he had never done before, would not have dreamed of doing. But Claire did not complain, she swallowed his member eagerly, her cheeks hollowing with each stroke, her eyes watering slightly as she took him to the base.

Victoria gasped as Robert's thumb continued to work her clit, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. "Turn over," he said, his voice gruff with lust, and they switched places. Robert had Victoria bent over the chair, her ass high in the air. He turned her slightly so that their guests had a good look at Victoria's pussy glistening with anticipation. Then he stepped behind her and slid into her channel with a wet slap that made her gasp.

They watched as Robert's hips pistoned, his pole disappearing into Victoria's cunt, the sound of their fucking echoing through the room. David's hand tightened on Claire's hair, guiding her as he pushed even deeper into her mouth. She gagged slightly, but she never stopped.

The sight of Robert fucking Victoria with such abandon inspired David. He pulled out of Claire's mouth, his shaft slick with her saliva. "I want your pussy," he whispered hoarsely, and she nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. He arranged her on the couch, mirroring the other pair's position, her ass presented to him and plunged into her pussy without hesitation.

The hard face fucking had not left Claire untouched. Her opening was dripping wet, the heat of her enveloping him like a glove. He began to move with a fervor he hadn't felt before, driven by the desire to claim her in front of these strangers who had known her in ways he hadn't. He could feel the eyes of Robert and Victoria on them, watching, judging, and it only made him fuck her harder. The situation had a similar effect on Claire, she moaned and shoved her ass back to meet his thrusts. When he bottomed out in her cunt, a tremor ran through her body announcing an imminent orgasm.

"Take her, David," Victoria called out over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. "It's great to hear our little Claire being fucked so enthusiastically." She moaned, concentrating on the cock penetrating her. When she caught her breath again, she continued. "I still think she's been a naughty girl..." she gasped. "Not telling you about us." Another gasp, a moan. "She definitely has earned a punishment. Why don't you spank her ass?"

Claire moaned loudly at Victorias proposal and her cunt contracted around David's cock. He pulled his arm back and slapped her hard on the right ass cheek, the sound echoing through the room. That was more than Claire could stand. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing. She threw her head back, her tits bouncing as she screamed out her release.

David did not stop. "You lied to me," he said, his voice stern. "You should have told me that you planned to take my cock in front of Victoria and Robert this evening" He spanked her again, this time synchronising the slap with a violent thrust of his cock into her quivering cunt. That tore another small orgasm from her. And still, David continued.

"That's right," Victoria encouraged, her voice breaking with her own approaching climax. "Spank her like the naughty little slut she is."

Each slap was met with a gasp, a cry. Claire was weeping now, but she never asked him to stop. Finally, David finished the ordeal and began to fuck her with everything he had, his hips slapping against her reddened ass. Claire hardly even moaned anymore, her body a sweaty mess beneath him. And yet, after a dozend heavy strokes, a last, almost painful orgasm made her jerk and tremble before she collapsed on the couch.

It was then that Victoria's cries reached their crescendo and she came too, her body shuddering with pleasure. She leaned back into her husband and watched David and Claire with a satisfied smile, aftershocks still pulsing through her. Then she rose, Robert's hard cock gliding out of her cunt with a plop and approached their couch. "Well done, David," she said. "You're learning fast."

Claire looked up at her, the women interchanged small nods and then Claire slid her sodden cunt slowly off David's still painfully hard cock. She slithered off the couch, her legs shaking with the aftershocks, and got down on all fours, crawled over to Robert and curled up in his arms. Her host looked down at her with a mix of pride and lust as he stroked her hair.

Victoria took her place next to David on the couch, her naked body covered with a sheen of sweat. "It's a household tradition," she whispered. "When someone has been naughty, they get a spanking. And look how much she enjoyed it." Pointedly looking at his glistening cock, she added, "how much we all enjoyed it..."

David couldn't argue with that. "And when we do that, it is usually my husband's job to sooth her. You know, kiss it better and all that. Do you mind?" David's eyes went to the couple in the chair. Robert had just started to touch Claire's face, neck and arm, while Claire's head was resting on his stomach, tears still running down her face. David's gaze went back to Victoria, her heaving breasts, her glistening thighs, her pussy, the lips still open from the invasion of her husband's cock, ready to take his. Instead of an answer, he pulled her face to his and into a passionate kiss.

Victoria's lips were soft and eager, tasting faintly of wine and chocolate mousse. She kissed him with the same confidence she had displayed all evening, her tongue dancing with his as she reached down to place her hand on his thigh. She began to stroke his leg gently, then his bare chest. They broke their kiss to get some air, "I like your answer," Victoria complemented him.

On the chair, Claires eyes were closed in pleasure as Robert began to caress her breasts. Her cheeks were still flushed from the spanking and her eyes had a glazed look of contentment. Her hand traced slow circles on Robert's stomach. David knew what he was about to see and it made his head spin and his cock jerk. Victoria's hand slid further up his leg, her fingertips brushing against said cock. She whispered in his ear, "Look at them, David. They are so good with each other. She loves it slow when she had a spanking."

"Does it make you jealous?" He felt her hand wrap around his shaft, stroking him as they watched the other couple. Claire's hand had reached Robert's groin and she slowly fondled his heavy balls, ignoring the angry red shaft towering between them. "I get terribly jealous when I see how he looks at her..." She took David's hand and put it on her hairy mound. "and terribly horny."

David started to sink two fingers into Victoria's welcoming pussy who immediately directed his attention back to her husband and his girlfriend. "I think she'll take him in her mouth and suck him off. Her cunt is probably raw after the fucking you gave her, not to mention her ass." She chuckled "and she really loves to taste me on his cock."

Sure enough, Claire, still lying in Robert's arms, reached down and wrapped her hand around his shaft. She bent down and began to lick it with a tenderness that again made David's heart clench and his cock jerk. It was clear that she knew exactly what she was doing, her movements measured and deliberate.

Robert's eyes rolled back in his head, a low groan escaping his lips as Claire licked up and down in a slow, languid rhythm. Her hair fell around her face, creating a curtain that partially obscured the view of her lips coating Robert's massive cock with her saliva.

After what seemed like an eternity, Claire took the head of the shaft in her mouth and started swirling her tongue around it. Robert gasped in sync with the spectators.

"Look how well she takes care of him," Victoria murmured, her hand never leaving David's erection. "It's like she's worshiping it." David couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight, his hand moving in time with Victoria's strokes, dipping between her pussy lips, occasionally grazing her clit. "It's a pity we probably won't get to see them fuck. It always makes me crazy -- and I wouldn't mind you benefiting from that. By the way, doesn't the sight makes you want to fuck me?"

Without waiting for an answer, Victoria straddled David's lap, her warm, wet pussy enveloping his cock. He gasped as she sank down onto him, her eyes never leaving the other couple. She began to rock her hips, the friction was intense, her walls tight around him, and David found himself lost in her flesh, the confusing exitement of watching his girlfriend pleasing another man momentarily forgotten.

Claire had started to descend on the cock in her mouth and now released it again in slow motion. Robert groaned and his arm tensed around Claire's back with the visible effort not to grab her head and push it down on his throbbing shaft.

Victoria began to bounce on David's cock, her eyes still fixed on Claire and Robert. She leaned back and whispered in David's ear, her breath hot and sweet, "Do you know, I wanted to fuck you the moment I laid eyes on you? You're so handsome and Claire talked about you all the time." She sank down on his shaft, embedding it fully in her cunt, blocking his thrusts for a moment. She kissed his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. "Did you like how I showed you my ass beneath the apron when setting the dinner table?" She licked his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. "It was hard not to crawl under the table, grab your dick and suck you off -- or sit down on your cock while you ate dessert..." She lifted her hips again, the lips of her cunt slowly releasing David's shaft, only to slam down and impale herself on him once more a moment later.

On the chair, Claire was now deepthroating Robert expertly, her cheeks hollowing with each stroke. Robert's hand was in Claire's hair, guiding her, his face a mask of concentration, his hips moving slightly to meet her mouth.

"She brought you here because she wanted to suck my husband's cock again, and to be fucked by him." Victoria commented, her movements now more deliberate, "but she was also scared to death that you would not be able to take it." She moved her ass in a circular motion varying the angle of penetration and generating new sensation for both of them. "Are you able to take it?" Victoria suddenly disengaged herself from David releasing his hard shaft from her pussy and offered him her backside. "You are still angry, are you?" She wiggled her ass at him. "You can take it out on me if you want."

David scrambled to his feet and stood behind Victoria. He gripped her round hips firmly and positioned his hard tool at her entrance. They both moaned as he slid his length into her channel in one long stroke.

On the chair, Robert's breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting slightly upward as he neared his climax. He looked at Victoria, his eyes begging for permission. She nodded slightly, her own breathing quickening. The muscles in Robert's arms stood out as he held Claire's head in place, his hot cum shooting into her mouth. She took it all, her eyes watering slightly.

The sight made David push deeper and grip her ass even tighter. That triggered Victoria. Her cunt tightened around David's cock, and she came with a whimper, her entire body trembling. David was close, too. Again and again he thrust in Victoria's still spasming cunt, but it wasn't until his eyes met Claire's, gasping for breath, cum dribbling from her lips, that he reached his peak. He jerked once, twice, three times, filling Victoria with his seed.

They sat there, their bodies locked together, panting, watching as Robert pulled Claire into a deep kiss, sharing the taste of his own release.

Victoria stayed rooted on David's only slightly softening cock, and looked at him over her shoulder with a mix of satisfaction and challenge. "Welcome to the family," she murmured, her eyes gleaming. "I hope you guys can stay the night."