The secluded cove was a tranquil sanctuary, its glassy water mirroring the late afternoon sun. The houseboat, docked against a wooded shore, swayed gently, its stern open to the lake where Greg, Claire, and Sarah floated on inflatable rafts. The rest of the group was off skiing, their distant cheers fading across the water, leaving the trio in a private haven of calm. The summer heat pressed against their skin, softened by the cool lake lapping around them.

Claire, her blonde hair slicked back and gleaming like spun gold in the sunlight, lounged on her raft, her bikini catching the warm rays. She and Sarah, whose darker curls clung to her shoulders, had been chatting about their kids, the conversation drifting from school to parenting choices. The topic of circumcision surfaced naturally, prompted by a story about their sons. Sarah, her voice laced with curiosity, admitted she’d only known circumcised men, including her husband, and her boys were the same. Claire, however, spoke with vibrant confidence, her eyes gleaming as she described Greg’s uncircumcised cock and the unique pleasures it brought. “It’s a completely different world,” she said, her tone low and intimate. “There’s this sensitivity, this natural flow that makes everything feel so much closer.”

Claire’s enthusiasm was rooted in her own journey. Growing up in a German household, she’d been surrounded by uncircumcised men her father and brothers were intact, and she’d always been curious about the differences, the textures, the possibilities. But before Greg, every partner she’d had was circumcised, leaving her curiosity unfulfilled until she met him. Now, her voice carried the thrill of discovery, her words vivid as she shared her experience.

Greg, floating nearby, caught the shift in their conversation. His raft rocked gently as he tilted his head, pretending to adjust his sunglasses while listening. Sarah’s questions grew bolder, her raft drifting closer to Claire’s. “What’s it actually like, compared to circumcised guys?” she asked, her voice a mix of intrigue and envy. Claire’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her blonde hair catching the light as she leaned forward. “Oh, it’s night and day,” she said, her tone warm with memory. “With circumcised guys, it’s straightforward, but it can feel mechanical, sometimes rougher because there’s no natural glide. With Greg, his long, dark foreskin changes everything. It’s so soft, so pliable it moves with you, makes every touch feel fluid, more connected. During sex, it’s like an extra layer of intimacy, enhancing every sensation. Playing with it is just… deliciously dynamic, like you’re exploring something alive and responsive.”

Sarah’s eyes widened, her curiosity now a palpable hunger. Claire glanced at Greg, her gaze playful yet inviting. “Greg, come closer,” she called, her voice carrying over the water with a teasing lilt. He paddled his raft toward them, his broad shoulders glistening with lake water, his dark eyes meeting Claire’s with a spark of anticipation. Sarah’s gaze flicked to him, a nervous excitement dancing in her expression as she steadied her raft.

Claire reached out, her hand brushing Greg’s arm as their rafts bumped together. “Sarah’s curious about you,” she said, her tone warm and mischievous. “I was telling her what I love about you, especially since I waited so long to find out for myself.” Greg’s lips twitched into a grin, his body relaxed yet alert in the cool water. Sarah bit her lip, her gaze darting between them, her breath quickening.

With a gentle nudge, Claire guided Greg’s raft closer, her fingers trailing to the waistband of his swim trunks. “Relax,” she murmured, her voice a soft command. She looked at Sarah, who nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. Claire’s touch was sure as she eased Greg’s trunks down just enough, the water lapping around them as she revealed him. His cock was small, cold, and shriveled from the lake’s chill, with an abundance of dark, bunched up foreskin that obscured the head entirely, presenting a sight foreign to Sarah, who was accustomed to the exposed look of circumcised men. She blinked, her expression a mix of surprise and intrigue, the unfamiliar appearance sparking her curiosity further. Claire’s fingers traced lightly over the plentiful foreskin, her movements slow and deliberate, manipulating the soft skin with gentle tugs and strokes. Under her touch, Greg’s cock responded, hardening to a thick 6 inches, the foreskin stretching as he became fully aroused. Claire demonstrated her jacking movement, pulling the foreskin back and forth, exposing the head briefly before letting it disappear again under the dark skin, a rhythmic dance that captivated Sarah’s attention. When Claire pulled the foreskin back to expose the head, Sarah’s eyes lit up, a flicker of recognition crossing her face. The bare head was a familiar sight, reminiscent of her husband’s circumcised cock, and she leaned forward slightly, her intrigue now tinged with a liking for the familiar. “See how soft it is?” Claire said to Sarah, her voice almost instructional. “It’s nothing like the circumcised guys I was with before there’s this natural rhythm that makes every touch feel alive, almost like it’s guiding you.”

Sarah watched, her raft drifting closer, her eyes locked on Claire’s hands, the foreign sight of the shriveled, foreskin covered cock transforming into something impressive under Claire’s skilled touch. The water amplified the intimacy, the gentle ripples mirroring the tension in the air. Claire’s fingers glided with practiced ease, continuing to show Sarah how she liked to tease and explore, her touch drawing a low sigh from Greg as his body fully responded. She explained each motion, her voice a blend of pride and arousal. “With circumcised guys, you’re working with what’s exposed, and it’s fine, but it’s static. With Greg, this foreskin lets you play in ways that feel so much more dynamic teasing it back, feeling it slide, it’s like a dance that builds for both of us.” Sarah’s breath grew uneven, her own curiosity echoing the longing Claire had felt before Greg.

“Want to try?” Claire asked, her tone inviting, her eyes free of judgment. Sarah hesitated, then nodded, her hand trembling as she reached across the water. Claire guided her, placing Sarah’s fingers gently against Greg’s skin. “Like this,” Claire whispered, showing her how to move, how to feel the difference. Sarah’s touch was tentative at first, the water adding a slick warmth to her exploration, but she grew bolder under Claire’s encouragement, feeling the abundance of foreskin respond as Greg’s arousal held steady. Greg’s breath deepened, the initial coldness forgotten as Sarah’s touch brought heat and intensity, the moment heightened by Claire’s steady presence beside him.

After a moment, Claire smiled, her eyes glinting with a playful intensity. “Let me show you something else,” she said, gently taking back control. She leaned closer to Greg, her raft bumping against his as she brought her face near his lap. Her fingers continued their exploration, poking gently at the abundant foreskin, teasing it with light, deliberate touches. She slipped a finger inside, exploring the warmth and sensitivity, her movements slow and purposeful. Greg let out a soft groan, his body tensing in the water. Claire’s tongue followed, darting out to trace the contours of the long, dark foreskin, savoring its softness. She nibbled lightly, then chewed gently, stretching the skin with a careful tug, her eyes flicking up to meet Sarah’s wide eyed gaze. “It’s so responsive,” Claire murmured, her voice thick with arousal. “You can play with it like this, feel it move with you.”

Then, with a sultry smile, Claire closed her lips around Greg, keeping the foreskin forward, sucking gently while her hand moved in a slight back and forth motion, jacking the skin with a rhythmic glide. The water lapped around them, amplifying the intimacy of the moment. Greg’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the edges of his raft. Claire pulled back slightly, her lips glistening, and then tugged the foreskin back hard and tight, exposing the bare head and shaft. She focused her attention there, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head, her fingers tracing the shaft with deliberate care, highlighting the contrast between the covered and uncovered sensations. “See how versatile it is?” she said to Sarah, her voice a mix of pride and desire. “You can go from soft and teasing to intense and direct it’s like having the best of both worlds.”

Sarah’s cheeks flushed, her eyes locked on the display, her own raft bobbing closer. Claire leaned back, her blonde hair catching the sunlight, and gestured to Sarah. “Your turn,” she said, her tone encouraging. Sarah leaned forward, her hands trembling as she mimicked Claire’s earlier movements. She started tentatively, poking at the abundant foreskin, then tracing it with her fingers, exploring its texture. Her tongue followed, hesitant but curious, and she nibbled lightly, testing the stretch as Claire had shown her. Claire watched closely, offering soft guidance. “Try sucking with the skin forward,” she suggested, and Sarah did, her lips enveloping Greg with a gentle rhythm, her hand moving slightly to mimic Claire’s jacking motion. Greg’s breath grew heavier, his hands gripping the towels, his body tensing with anticipation. But he held back, his focus on Claire, wanting only her to bring him to completion. Sarah pulled the foreskin back hard, her movements sure and practiced, as the exposed head and shaft felt familiar, like her husband’s circumcised cock. Her tongue swirled with the confidence of experience, her strokes firm and deliberate, mirroring the techniques she’d perfected with her husband, her liking for the familiar head evident in her eager licks. The familiarity allowed her to move with ease, her confidence growing as she navigated the exposed skin, blending the novelty of the foreskin with the comfort of the known. Claire nodded approvingly, her hand resting on Greg’s raft, anchoring him as Sarah’s familiarity with the exposed head brought a new intensity to the moment.

Claire’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “If you think sucking is fantastic,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “you should try fucking an uncircumcised cock. It’s a whole different level.” Sarah’s breath caught, her gaze flicking between Claire and Greg, a mix of curiosity and excitement in her eyes. The trio glanced toward the horizon, listening for the hum of the ski boats. The sounds were still distant, confirming they had plenty of time. Sarah nodded, her cheeks flushed, her approval clear in her eager expression.

Claire took charge, her movements purposeful as she guided their rafts toward the houseboat. They climbed aboard, the deck warm under their feet. Claire grabbed a stack of towels from a nearby storage bin and spread them out on the cushioned seating area near the stern, creating a soft, makeshift bed. “Lie back,” she instructed Sarah, her tone gentle but commanding. Sarah complied, her body settling onto the towels, her dark curls fanning out as she lay on her back, her bikini clinging to her skin. Claire positioned Greg between Sarah’s legs, his frame casting a shadow over her. With a delicate touch, Claire reached for Sarah’s bikini bottoms, pulling them aside to reveal her shaved, smooth pussy, glistening in the warm light.

Claire’s fingers moved to Greg, easing his swim trunks down once more, his abundant, dark foreskin prominent. She took his thick, 6 inch cock in her hand, guiding it toward Sarah’s opening. With a slow, deliberate motion, Claire used Greg’s foreskin to tease Sarah’s pussy, rubbing the soft, pliable skin against her, mixing their juices in a slick, intimate dance. Sarah gasped, her hips shifting slightly, responding to the unfamiliar sensation. Claire’s movements were precise, her fingers gathering the abundant foreskin and gently shoving it deep into Sarah’s pussy, the warmth and wetness blending seamlessly. “Feel that?” Claire murmured, her voice thick with arousal. “It’s so natural, so slippery.”

Greg lowered himself, following Claire’s guidance, and slowly inserted his hard cock deep inside Sarah. The abundant foreskin, slick with their combined juices, made the entry effortless, a smooth glide that drew a soft moan from Sarah. She felt the foreskin slipping and sliding inside her, a sensation entirely different from her experiences with her husband’s circumcised cock. “It’s so… slippery,” Sarah breathed, her voice tinged with wonder. “With my husband, it’s sometimes dry, like we need lube to make it work. But this… it’s so natural, so easy. The foreskin just moves with you, like it’s part of the rhythm.” Her hips rocked slightly, savoring the fluid, gliding sensation as Greg moved within her, the foreskin enhancing every thrust with a soft, intimate slide.

Greg’s movements were steady and deliberate, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, guided by the natural glide of his foreskin. Sarah’s breaths quickened, her body responding with an intensity she hadn’t known before. Unlike with her husband or any circumcised partners, where she’d never reached climax during penetration, the slippery, dynamic sensation of Greg’s uncircumcised cock pushed her to new heights. Her body tensed, her hips bucking as she reached her first orgasm, a shuddering wave that left her gasping, her fingers clutching the towels beneath her. Greg adjusted his pace to her rhythm, his thrusts deep and purposeful, and soon Sarah felt another wave building. A second climax overtook her, more powerful than the first, her body trembling as she cried out, a sensation she’d never experienced with any circumcised partner. Greg didn’t stop, his movements steady, and Sarah’s gasps turned to moans as a third orgasm surged through her, her body arching against the towels, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar intensity. “Oh my God,” she panted, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief, “that’s never happened before… not like this, not even close.”

Claire watched, her blonde hair catching the light, her own hand slipping to her bikini bottoms, her fingers moving rhythmically as she pleasured herself, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. As Sarah caught her breath, her body still tingling from the unprecedented climaxes, Claire leaned forward with a sultry smile. “Let’s take care of him now,” she said, her tone playful yet commanding. She guided Sarah to sit up, and the two women moved closer to Greg, who was still hard, his breath heavy from the effort. They took turns, their lips and tongues exploring him in a shared rhythm. Sarah went first, her confidence bolstered by her earlier exploration, her lips enveloping Greg with the foreskin forward, mimicking Claire’s technique of sucking and jacking the skin back and forth with a gentle rhythm. She then pulled the foreskin back hard, her movements sure and practiced, as the exposed head and shaft felt familiar, like her husband’s circumcised cock. Her tongue swirled with the confidence of experience, her strokes firm and deliberate, mirroring the techniques she’d perfected with her husband, her liking for the familiar head evident in her eager licks. Greg’s breath grew heavier, his hands gripping the towels, his body tensing with anticipation. But he held back, his focus on Claire, wanting only her to bring him to completion.

Claire then took her turn, her lips closing around Greg with a practiced ease, sucking with the foreskin forward, her hand jacking the abundant skin back and forth in a rhythmic glide. She pulled the foreskin back, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head, her fingers tracing the shaft with deliberate care. Sarah leaned back, watching as Claire’s movements grew more intense, her lips and hands working in perfect sync. Greg’s groans deepened, and he guided Claire’s head gently, reinforcing his preference. Claire’s eyes met his, a knowing spark passing between them, and she took him deeper, her lips enveloping him as she pulled the foreskin forward and back, her rhythm steady and deliberate. With a final, shuddering groan, Greg came inside Claire’s mouth, his release intense and focused, a moment shared only with her. Claire swallowed with a soft hum, her blonde hair catching the light as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Sarah sat back, her cheeks flushed, her body still humming from her multiple climaxes. “Wow, you really weren’t kidding,” she murmured, a shy smile breaking through. “It’s so different… but that slippery slide, and those orgasms… I’ve never felt anything like that with my husband or any cut guys.” Claire laughed softly, leaning over to kiss Greg’s shoulder, her hand giving him a gentle pat before she tugged his trunks back into place. “Told you,” she said, her voice warm with affection, her own long held curiosity now a shared secret.

Greg caught his breath, his eyes moving between the two women, the houseboat rocking gently beneath them in the secluded cove. The distant hum of ski boats grew slightly louder, signaling the group’s eventual return, but for now, the three of them lingered in their private world, bound by a moment as fleeting and shimmering as the lake outside.