In Search of the Final Freedom:

An Erotic Socio-Political Novel

By Pat Tomason

Pat_Tomason@hotmail.com









Chapter NINE





Atlanta had been a city of booms and busts since before the Civil War, but always growing, gobbling up more and more of Georgia’s countryside. In each cycle since the advent of the automobile the land just outside the bounds of the city had become the province of the county gentlemen, but with the next boom, their quiet solitude had been surrounded and engulfed by the city’s incessant need for space, leaving pockets of estate sized dwellings in a sea of the cityscape. The La Marco’s home was in one such pocket. One moment they were in the congestion of the city streets, the next found the Campbell’s driving down a quite boulevard flanked by huge oaks. The mansion sized homes sat nearly invisible a hundred yards off the road.



The stone entryway marked they had arrived at the LeMarco home. Pulling up the drive, they were surprised to find a parking attendant guiding them to stop in front of the arched entry way. “Valet Parking?” Cooper said to his wife “wow”

Cooper guessed the home to be late 1950’s or early 60’s vintage by the ‘Modern’ architecture style; Unusual for Atlanta which favored the neo-classical southern form. They would find the layout just as Brian had described, but far larger than they had imagined from his descriptions.



The Valet handed Cooper a token and Bonnie smoothed out her dress. Bonnie had not known what “evening wear” meant, so she called Tina and they went out shopping together. Bonnie wore a full length gown burgundy gown of silk and lace. The slits up the side ran almost to her waist. Much to high to wear panties, so underneath she wore only a corset and stockings. The corset gave her cleavage to fill in the open keyhole in the front of the dress. Cooper wore his black tuxedo he owned to wear to the formal events surrounding the opening of the buildings designed by LeMarco & Company Architects. They were met at the door by another of the hired help for the night who directed them to the main room.



Once inside Bonnie felt she had been transported to the set of an old movie; the men all in tuxedos and the women in gowns that must have cost thousands of dollars each. There was no regular furniture, just a portable bar in one corner and a punch table in another. A waiter carrying a try of Champaign glasses moved through the crowd. To her surprise, she recognized only a few of the people. Light Classical music filtered from a balcony that overlooked the room from one end. The twenty five foot ceiling and the entire back wall of etched glass gave the room the feel of a cathedral. Though very attractive, it was clear this was not a crowd of young people and there was more than a sprinkling of gray heads. It took her a moment to realize the art on the walls were large prints from their trip. Not the one’s that had been sent via email. These were far better. He must have mailed some of the outtakes. Right behind the bartender, a beautiful wood frame, was a poster sized, full length of her nude standing on the deck of the yacht.

It angered and excited her to see her so openly displayed. The photo truly was very flattering. Even to herself she looked great. But, on the other hand, Mr. LeMarco had no right putting it up in a room of people she did not know.



To Cooper the group looked more familiar. Not only was he accustomed to such formal affairs, he also knew far more of the people present, at least the men. A good many were contractors or brokers with whom he had done business, others were former employees who had either started their own firms or had been hired by other firms, but all had left in good standing. He also noticed the art. He noticed they were all from their trip: landscapes, sea-scapes, semi-nudes and nudes. He knew Mr. LeMarco was an accomplished photographer in the architectural world, but he was evidently very talented at all types of photography.



The walls were literally lined with these large photos. The there were shots every place they had been and of different groupings of the people from the trip, but each person on the trip had a solo poster sized fully photo somewhere on the wall. He was glad in the one photo of just him, his dick was not tiny swiveled thing as it is sometimes, but rather, it swung fully swollen but not erect between his legs as he pulled a line taut. Cooper had to admit he thought he looked good in the photo. As he mingled with the people at the party the others from the trip all made their arrival.



He was speaking to Joe Sergeant, the owner of a general contracting firm with whom he had done business a good many times, and Joe said “I don’t know how Brian knows who to invite. I wouldn’t have gone on that first trip if I’d know what would happen, but Brian knew I would love it. Was this the first trip of this kind for you too?”



Cooper a little flustered “Oh. ah .. Yea it was.”

Cooper was trying to be careful what to say. He did not know this party would be a business affair. Like Bonnie, part of him was angry; the idea of bringing clients to a party with nude photos of his wife on the walls. On the other hand, that pride of knowing that fabulous women in many of the photos was his wife. He had thought this would be a rehash of the last night on the boat. Now he did not know what to think.



Joe went on talking though Cooper was looking for a way to move on “And how did Martin know your wife would be game, my wife Deborah, would have made us go home just seeing Judy in her thong on the dock. But your wife, Bonnie is it? Is amazing, not only is she better looking than most of the mistresses I’ve had” he said looking right at the solo photo of Bonnie, “and by looking at the photos in the other room, is far more adventuresome than any of them”

Cooper wasn’t sure what but he meant but he was sure he didn’t want to talk to this guy any more. He wasn’t sure but he just didn’t like his tone. He had never really liked Joe, always seemed a bit too full of himself. And on top of that he was just standing too close for Cooper’s comfort. The arrival of Tina game him an excuse to slide away.



Following Tina as she crossed the room to an open door leading to the formal dinning room, Cooper hadn’t felt hungry until he saw the most amazing buffet of hors d’oeuvres he had ever seen. The photos on the walls were mostly 8X10’s, with a few larger prints, but they were all of the luau. He scanned the walls quickly, it was pretty much every thing that happened. The dinner, the hula and the orgy. He could not miss the one poster sized print was of Bonnie holding his dick as Judy lowed herself on him. But, his stomach and the further look at the photos would have to wait until he spoke to Tina.

He approached her and with a quiet but firm tone said, “Tina, what is going on here. I thought it was just people from the cruise.” Tina appeared a bit put out by his tone “Cooper, I told you and Bonnie both that this was for people who have been on any of the cruises. All of these people have been on one of Brian’s trips. From what I see most have been on several. See, once your invited its like you are part of a special club.”



Cooper only slightly less agitated asked “But the clients and vendors?”



“Did you think Mr. LeMarco only uses the San Dinero once a year?” Tina answered incredulously “Sure the employee cruise is the longest of the year, but hardly a month goes by that he doesn’t have clients or contractors out. The yacht is a business expense for him. I can’t believe you didn’t realize that?”



The wind had gone completely out of Cooper’s sails. He could not believe he had not see that earlier. Of course, Mr. LeMarco’s pleasure yacht is primarily a way for courting new business or rewarding loyal associates. In a much meeker voice he asked “Are they all like ours was?”



“No, No. First they are mostly just long weekend trips. Maybe a half are “G” or “PG” rated affairs. Judy even has some one piece swim suits for those. I’ve never been on one and those people are not told of these parties. A fair number are just like the trip last month, some married couples, some guys bring their mistresses and in increasing number are female executives who bring their boy toy or girlfriends. I go on one or two of these a year. And some are just Martin, Judy and male clients and suppliers. Judy goes, and does everyone to assuage their homophobic fears, but the real sex is between the guys. Of course I’ve never been but I understand that those are like a 48 hour fuck fest. No sailing, no site seeing, just constant fucking and sucking. Then they go back to their wives, families and Baptist Churches and play straight arrow. Like that Joe Sergeant out their, he’s been on one of the trips I’ve been on, but mostly goes on the all guy ones”



“Now I get it” Cooper said to himself



“Get what?”



“Joe, he was hitting on me out there. I knew it felt creepy but couldn’t put a hand on it.”

“Yea, I’m sure he was. Have you seen the photos in the billiard room?”



Cooper shook his head, so she continued “There is a big one of you taking it up the ass from Brain as you’re fucking Judy and a smaller of you deep throating Ramón. I didn’t see you do that, I must say I’m impressed, not many women can do that, and that was your first night of sucking dick.” She smiled as he turned deep crimson. The room now had several people, so she lowered her voice, “So I’m sure he’s hoping you’ll do him.”



Cooper tried to deflect this “But he made several comments about Bonnie.”

“Yep, that’s him. He will fuck anything that walks and thinks anyone with a cunt wants him to be inside it. He’s a real ass”



“Well he’s not getting into my ass tonight” Cooper whispered as he began filling a small glass plate with food. Then returning to a normal voice, “So have you and Bonnie settled on a date for you to come visit?”



She placing some sushi on her plate said “I think week after next because next week is your son’s birthday. Right?”



“He turns 15. I can’t believe it. And in a couple of months Misty turns 17” Cooper said, still unbelieving the kids were so big. “Oh, and I understand it is a big night for your daughter tonight. I wished I’d had this much parental support when I lost my virginity”



Cooper got a sick feeling in his stomach “I don’t even want to think about that. I have to act supportive, but inside I want to vomit”



Tina suddenly shifted to caretaker mode “Why? It’s a beautiful thing your doing”

“I know in my head I’m doing the right thing, but it’s like I’m loosing my little girl for good”



“No your not”



“Yea, I am and I know it and it makes me sick. OK, I’ll still have a terrific young woman for a daughter, but, its ..like.. like. I’ve been trying to hold on to this image of Misty as a 7 year old and now I have to let it go.” He felt tears welling in his eyes. “I just don’t want to talk about it” and he took his plate out the door and turned right into the billiard room, paying no attention to the antique pool table, the fine mahogany bar, the full sized slot machine, pinball machine or Whirlitzer Juke Box, but went out to the quiet of the large patio and swimming pool.



He settle led into a chair swing under a big pecan and began on his bacon wrapped shrimp and cocktail weenies. It was all too much for him. Coming too fast.



He just did not like the idea of fucking people to get them to make better deals for Mr. LeMarco’s business. It appeared that both he and Bonnie’s photos were some sort of advertisement and the clients were expected to hope have sex with these men if they did business with Mr. LeMarco. Prostitution, that is what it was. He and Bonnie and Tina and Heather and Mandy were all the whores and Martin the pimp. For over a year, he had been developing a new philosophy or paridyne about sex. It involved love, respect, fun and other things but nowhere did money fit in. Using sex as a commodity was against everything he believed in. Didn’t Jesus toss the money changers from the temple and wasn’t’ his and Bonnie’s body the temple of God - so how could use their bodies’ to make money.

Layered on this was the fact that as he sat in the dark, he knew that his precious daughter was giving her body to a young man. Would he want her to do have sex for money. No, never.



The longer her sat the more annoyed he became. He was ready to find Bonnie and leave when the door that lead to the Billiard room opened and into the bluish light that filtered through the fog created by the heated pool and the forty-five degree night air. Though he was swallowed in the dark shade of the old pecan tree, the couple was easily identified as Maxine Thurman, an attorney that brokered many of the largest building projects in the Southeast and Melton Carver, the grey haired owner of a large Construction firm.



They were all over each other. In moments the had moved to a table near the pool, the black sequined dress lay puddle at her feet.





They obviously did not feel the chill, but he was clearly careful as he lay first his jacket and then starched white shirt, and finally his pants across the back of a wrought iron chair. Neither were young, both perhaps in their fifties, but the energy they put into their passionate kissing would have done a teen proud. And when she sat in the chair, and pulled his boxers down she took him in her mouth clear down to the base. Cooper, who was about a hundred feet away could not exactly see what she was doing as she kept his penis in her mouth for the longest time. He could see Melton’s head rock back with pleasure, but did now know why. When after several minuets she released his organ it was twice the size it was when she swallowed it. She pulled the full slip she was wearing over her head, released her bra and kicked her panties to the ground. Hidden under her lawyer attire, she sported a fine body for her age, firm legs and firm, artificial, breasts. After some more kissing she bent over the table and he began to fuck her. As he slowly, but methodically, stroked her he thought about this odd pair of lovers. He recalled that, in addition to being an attorney, she was also on Atlanta’s school board as well and the chairman of the Georgia State Art’s commission. She was very prominent person indeed. Melton, lived somewhere in Arkansas where he ran a commercial construction business with world wide reach. Both of these people could have younger, more attractive lovers by the score if they wished, but chose to make love to someone of their age and position.



About ten minutes after they had come outside the doors opened again. Judy, followed by a couple he did not recognize, came out onto the patio. Seeing the other couple in colitis she politely said across the distance “I don’t mean to disturb you, I’m giving the Kiser’s a tour of the grounds, are you OK, or should I come back latter?”



Maxine stood up, which pulled Melton out of her and said “No, go ahead, we are moving into the water anyway.” She slipped off her stockings and they waded into the pool to about their waist. Half of his still erect penis shown above the water’s surface. Cooper thought of the wonders of Viagra.



Judy led the couple to pools edge and introduced them to Melton and Maxine, but oddly enough she did not use Maxine’s real name, though she did use Melton’s. Later he would inquire and find out that the guests who were not employees had the option of using a fictitious name on the cruise and subsequent parties. Mr. Goldsmith was chairman of an investors group that funded new office buildings.

“Eli and Marion had a great time in November on our Thanksgiving trip to the Bahamas. They had been in the lifestyle when they lived in New York, but thought all Southerners were devout Baptists. Where upon Maxine rejoined “I’m a devout Baptist, and that doesn’t keep me away”



Judy walked toward the pool house and pointed out that the general rule is no swimwear allowed in the pool. “If you swim, you swim a natural and as you can see the pool is eighty five degrees. Very nice in this weather, but you’ll want to get a towel before you get in, you’ll chill fast in this weather.” She took two towels and dropped them near the pool edge where Maxine was once again bent over taking Melton’s strokes.



She was nearly on top on Cooper when she saw him on the swing. “Oh, hi Cooper, I didn’t see you.” Judy said surprised. “Why are you out here?”

“Just chilling” Cooper answered flatly



“I do need you to come in. You and Bonnie, along with the Goldsmith’s are the only new comers since our last party in the fall so I need to introduce you.”

“OK, I’m coming” he said but it was several minutes before he actually came. Thinking about the couple in the pool, Cooper felt much better about the evening. Sure Martin gets good contacts, but the people who make love do so for there own reasons. No one here is paid to fuck. Martin just provides a safe positive environment.



Bonnie had been looking for Cooper for some time before he came back into the main room. She was a natural in this environment. She had met several new people and had a number of offers to “hook up” later. It seemed evident to her that most of the people here were regulars to Mr. LeMarco’s parties and not only knew each other, but knew the routines. This was meet and greet time. Some eating, some drinking, a lot of flirting and posturing for later sexual activities.

Over looking the main room was a second floor balcony. From what she could remember of Brian’s stories the bedrooms were all upstairs. Judy came by and asked her to follow another couple up the stairs and to the balcony. It was now more crowed than before below. On the balcony the DJ’s equipment left only a small area where she could reach the railing. She tried to count the people, but had a hard time. Her best guess was about 35-40 people in the room below and a good dozen elsewhere. When Cooper finally came into the room, Judy rushed down to get him and returned with him in tow.



Using the DJ’s mic Judy formally opened the party “Good evening friends. I say friends because I’m quite sure I’ve had sex with each and every one of you on more than one occasion.”



This brought hoots and claps.



“We want to welcome two new couples to our party. One you will recognize from the photos on the walls from our annual staff cruise. Cooper, whom many of you know, is an architect at Martin’s firm and his lovely and wonton wife Bonnie. As you can all see, they both are open to all sorts of fun, so get your reservations in early.”



The applause from below excited Bonnie, here she was on display and all these people were potential sex partners. Here she could openly try anything she wanted. This would be a night to remember. Judy then introduced the other new couple and then the DJ for the evening.



“The hot tub is open as well as the pool, which is wonderfully warm. Remember, both are nude only. I’m sure that is bad news to all you prudes tonight.”

Laughter



“There are four guest bedrooms up here. And there are plenty of condoms around. Please don’t leave them on the floor, it’s kinda nasty, even for someone who loves cum as much as I do, to step on a cold squishy rubber. We don’t care where you fuck, but please no body fluids on the furniture.. or drapes, or walls …”

Laughter



“On a serious note remember: No mean no and what happens here stays here. So be free to have fun and don’t leave until you have.”



Applause



The music and dancing began immediately. Bonnie was the dance fan, so Cooper slid into the billiard room, but it was much to crowded for his taste, and he wasn’t too comfortable with the photos of him having sex with men. He saw a woman he recognized as the wife Walter Douglas, of one of his former co-workers who now ran his own small firm in South Carolina. She looked as uncomfortable as he felt. Her husband was nowhere to be seen. This did not surprise Cooper, more than once he had heard Walter brag about his sexual exploits with young women, even though he had been married for twenty years back when they’d worked together . Though Walter was not someone Cooper had an interest in spending time with, his wife, as Cooper recalled was some sort of art professor and was very interesting. Thus when he saw her slip out the back door, he followed.



She had not gotten far when he called “Amy, Amy Douglas.”



She turned and peered for a moment at him before saying with a stand offish voice “Hello Cooper”



Though he thought her tone unpleasant, he thought he’d press forward. He stood near enough now to talk in a hushed tone. “If your looking to hide from all this noise, there is a nice swinging bench over here” and he pointed to the shadows to his left.



She gave a skeptical look, like he was trying to put a move on her, but said “Thanks” and followed him under the pecan tree to the swing.



Cooper opened the conversations “I hate formal affairs in general, but this one takes the cake. Not only am I supposed to mingle with these stiffs, I get the distinct impression I’m supposed to have sex with them as well. If I had known this is what was going to happen I would have found an excuse to stay home.”

That seemed to be the right thing to say. In the dim light he could see her face brighten. “I thought I was the only one who felt that way.”



It seemed that Amy had known of her husband’s infidelities for years before they had been invited on the employee trip three years ago. Like Bonnie, she had been given the inside scoop by her husband’s secretary. She had planned on simply pretending to get sick and let Walter go, but at the last moment she had decided to go and enjoy. And enjoy she did, to Walter’s dismay. He clearly was uncomfortable watching her have sex with other men. But to her, that had been a one off thing: a pay back for his years of infidelity. It was when she came to this same party three years ago did she understand what was expected.

“There were not nearly so many pictures on the wall as there are this year.” She said “But to walk into that room and see a nude photo of me right on the wall. I just wanted to die”



Cooper laughed “Don’t think me crass, but I was just happy the photo of me didn’t make my penis look too small.”



She laughed, “Boobs and dicks; everyone thinks theirs is too small; but, I saw several of your photos, you are plenty well endowed. Definitely bigger than Walt from what I saw. That’s why I think he fucks around so much, to prove he’s OK. “

“So, what did you do at that first party?” Cooper asked.



“I locked myself in one of the upstairs rooms and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up two hours later and told Walter I’d been having a threesome with two of the clients. We moved to South Carolina that summer and this is the first party we have been to since.”



Cooper could see she was shivering, so he offered to go find a blanket. Once he returned they entered into a long conversation about art history and the art deco movement. It was during their talk on the Nazi influence in deco, that a group led by Heather came out to the pool, discarded their cloths and dove into the steaming pool. Once the pool was filled with the sounds of over a dozen people splashing, laughing and fucking it was hard to stay on the arcane points of art history. For a while they just watched. While they watched silently as a woman he did not know blow Joe Sergeant as he stood in the shallow end Amy said “I’m not saying I have been monogamous for the last three years. The University art crowd is a pretty libertine bunch. I don’t know how they knew it, but within a week of the cruise one of my colleges invited me to a party where they all smoked pot and fucked right in front of each other. It seems I’d been at Augusta State for 5 years and had never been invited to one of their parties. I don’t know how they knew I’d now be open to such activities. When I took the job at University of South Carolina I was invited to the art faculty’s pre-semester bacchanal, which is just a Ph.D.’s word for an orgy. I’ve had a good number of clandestine lovers, including a neighbor of ours that Walter really likes; I’ve even gotten to really enjoy doing it in a room full of people. I just don’t like the idea of Walter setting me up so he won’t feel guilty about his fucking around.”



“Does Walter know what you do?”



“Well I’ve denied it several times, just like he denies what he does; He knows full well I keep condoms in my purse even though I’m no longer ovulating, and, on occasion I’ll drop a hint like coming home without my panties and making sure he is in the room when I undress. Still I don’t tell him anything.”



Cooper didn’t remember her being so attractive. Hear shoulder length hair was salt and pepper, with much more salt than he remembered. Her face seemed softer and more attractive than he remembered. For a woman he knew must be pushing fifty she was trim, but not thin and wasted looking. Though he never remembered being attracted to her before, he certainly felt attracted here and now.

In the house Bonnie had been dancing for over an hour straight. As she danced the dress tended to gather between her legs which afforded her as good of freedom of movement as he had in jeans. That is whey she chose this dress. She liked to dance but generally hated the confining nature of dancing in skirts or pants. Of course the anther effect of this was that her legs, thighs and part of her ass was bare to be viewed and touched by those around her. Having never been to a party like this she was a bit surprised that the very first person she danced with, a nice looking middle aged man, immediately slipped his hand under her dress and cupped her ass, as did nearly every single person she danced with for the past hour. She had been groped by men and women, not just her butt, but at least half moved to her pussy and several slipped a finger in before she backed away.



After about the fifth person she realized that she and the Goldsmith woman were the newbies and that at the end of each song her partner thanked her for the dace and made room for someone else. Though she did like attention, she did not like the feeling that this was someone else’s game and that she was clearly not in control. It was true that each time she pushed a hand out of her dress it left immediately and did not return. This allowed her to feel safe, but she just didn’t like the fact someone else had set up the game with out her knowledge.

She had decided to take a break and get a bite to eat. She was now famished. She picked up a coke at the bar and was filling a small glass plate in the dining room when Judy glided in. Her gorgeous gown was looking a little disheveled, but she was in her element and glowed with delight.



“Bonnie, I hope your having a good time. This DJ is terrific, we found him about two years ago and have used him for every event since.”



Bonnie still surveying the choices and filling her plate said “He’s good, very danceable. And your home is amazing, what I’ve seen of it.”



“Would you like a tour?”



“Sure, just let me get some of these shrimp first”



Judy laughed “Sure, LaCrests’ caters my parties, the food is great. Of course this is the dinning room. As I’m sure you’ve guessed the photos are just for tonight. Feel free to take as many as you want. If they are group photos, just write your name on the back of the ones you want. It’s first claim on those”

She paused to look around the room. Like Cooper had noticed there were at least two dozen photos of the luau in this room. Some were more mundane such as the roasting of the pig, but the costume of the night, bare breasts and grass skirts made nearly all “R” rated. She was again pleased to see she did not look out of place with the young women. More were of the orgy itself than she would have thought possible, evidently some one besides Martin took photos.

“Who took these” Bonnie said between bites of a cheese puff as she pointed to a group of photos of different couplings but most with Martin somewhere in the fore ground or back ground.



“I did. I knew Martin would want to fuck all night, but I’d put too much work into this to not have photos.” Judy said picking up a plate for herself “I particularly like the one to your left”.



A poster sized print of Ramón and Heather shot through the flame licks. He was on his knees holding her pelvis to his by the hips as she lay back with a look of ecstasy on her face. They both still had on their grass skirts so the whole thing looked so very primitive. Next to that photo was an 8X10 of her in the same throws of orgasm from Martin’s ministrations. She was a little surprised that next to that photo was one of Martin giving Ramón head, “So, I guess everyone here is cool with the bi stuff?”



”Oh yea” Judy replied “I’m pretty sure that both Martin has done most of the men here, so yea, guys doing guys is no problem.” Then pointing to the 23X30 print of Bonnie holding Cooper’s penis as Judy lowered onto it “I already have your name on this one, you have to take it.”



“Yea we will”



“Come on, its early enough that the bedrooms may not have been wrecked yet.”

She went out the far door of the dining room to a short foyer, to the right it lead back to the main room, a set of swinging doors to the front were propped open showing a large well equipped kitchen with it’s own small table. After lusting after the kitchen Bonnie turned right, just past the dining room, was Martin’s study. It was done dark paneling with a full wall of books, many models of buildings and in the center in a glass case held a three foot scale model of the San Denero. Judy said “This is Martin’s life, architecture and his boat. He really loves that boat. He keeps promising to cut back on work so we can spend more time sailing. We are beginning to plan for a round the world trip, just he and I, before we get to decrepit to try it”



”Sounds like fun, but could you do it without Ramon?”



“Yea we could, but I thing in the end it will be he and I and Ramon and Heather and Brian; if we really do it at all” Leaving the study at the end of the foyer was a sign above the entryway: Billiard room. Judy said “I just call it the game room, Billiard Room sounds so pretentious”



As Cooper had seen it was a huge room again with dark paneled walls and a hardwood floor. It had a full sized pool table, two pinball machines, a large wooden bar (manned by a scantily clad female bartender), a couple of leather couches and a huge screen TV (showing a montage of video sex clips from the cruise). On the walls were a good hundred 8x10 photos from the trip, nearly all of active sex. There were a few large photos; one of Judy from the last night of the cruise with Cooper and Brian buried in her pussy at the same time.

In the room were some dozen people in the room, Tina was shooting pool with a tall young guy, others were playing pinball or just sitting around talking watching the video.



“I never saw a video camera on the trip.” Bonnie told Judy “Martin’s new camera can take up to 30 seconds of video as well as stills. That is why this is a montage, rather than just one long video” Judy answered as they looked up on the screen where it just happed that a clip of Bonnie going down on Judy was showing. Bonnie felt herself turn red as several voices said “All right ladies” and one guys said “What an ass” as the camera panned over her upturned rear end.

Judy not to be the slightest bit intimidated “Well ladies, she does give first rate head, but I’m afraid you’ll have to fight Tina for first dibs on her talents.”



Tina added “Oh, yea” in a throaty voice.



They headed out the door to the patio just as Heather and her group were noisily dropping the last of their cloths and diving into the pool.



“You will have to try the pool, it is so wonderful swimming in that heated pool on cold nights.” They did not see Cooper and Amy as they talked under the big tree. As they crossed the patio, they came under the glow of the etched glass windows into what Judy called the family room (where the dance was going on), Judy pointed out the pool house. The pool house could have easily housed a family of four. One end was a glass garden room and the lights inside showed a large, unoccupied, hot tub. With it built into the ground, it looked like a small indoor version of the swimming pool, if it weren’t for the bubbles.

“In an hour the hot tub will be full, and stay full until dawn” Judy said as she opened one of the French doors where by they reentered the house. “Here let me show you the upstairs.”



From the balcony there was a hallway with two doors on each side, and a set of double doors at the rear. At first Bonnie thought the photos on the wall were like those, of their cruise, but on closer inspection they were of different people. The were individual and group photos, taken on the San Dinero and at various Caribbean locals. Unlike the photos downstairs all of the subjects were clothed. Before Bonnie could formulate an idea of what they were of Judy said “This is our hall of fame. We keep a couple of photo from each cruse on this hall.” Motioning to the pictures she said “I call this end of the hall, the prudes and the further you go down you get the nudes.”



And sure enough she was right. The wall space from the beginning of the hall to the first door had people bedecked in Bermuda shorts and one piece swimsuits. The area from between the first set of doors and the second had people in much less; tiny bikinis, thongs, and toward the far end topless and naked rear ends, but no full frontal nudity. Past the second door all the photos were nudes and the last few feet also showed people engaging in sex. “You see, the photos downstairs are not permanent and when we have more conservative guests we have them stay in the first set of rooms. More open minded ones stay further back.

Swinging open the door to one of the rooms she ushered Bonnie inside and said “The four guest rooms are mostly alike, and by morning will all be occupied, generally with three or four people in each bed.”



The rooms were as large as the master bedroom in their house and just as Brain had said, all had king sized bed with mirrors above and a bowl of condoms on the end table. The photo themes from the walls outside followed insider the rooms; additionally over the headboard of each room was an oil painting of Judy. In the first two rooms the paintings were suggestive and the back two were full nudes.

The master bedroom was overwhelming. It was more a suite than a bedroom. In addition to the king sized bed, dressing area, private bathroom and walk-in closet, was a sting area with couch, loveseat and coffee table in front of a picture window that overlooked the pool and woods beyond.



The room was decorated in what could only be described as Naked Judy. There was a marble bust of Judy (showing her bust of course), there were several more paintings of Judy and one wall held a huge collage of photos of Judy.



Bonnie began to look at the collage and Judy said “It’s after 10:00 so I’m going to change if its OK with you?”



Bonnie said “Sure, I’m looking at these photos.” How old are they?”

“Most of those are from my teens and early twenties.”



Bonnie looked closely the collage was a good six feet square, containing many hundreds of photos. From Polaroid’s to 8x10’s.



In all of them she looked young with smaller but not small (natural) boobs.

From behind her Judy continued as she changed “The oldest photos were from my first nude photo shoot. My friends and used our fake I.D.’s and posed for some freelance photographer. He paid us $100 each. I was 16. I don’t know what happened to most of those photos.” She reached over Bonnie’s shoulder and pointed to a faded black and white of a studio shot of very young teenage Judy fully nude standing on a small pedestal “That is the only one I have left”



“That was my only professionally done nudes until I was nineteen. The others from when I was in High School were done with a Polaroid camera. My friends and I shot them of each other and gave them to our boyfriends. I had quite a reputation as a slut in high school, but of course it was entirely true I’ve liked sex from the first time I talked my next-door neighbor into fucking me. Well really it happened before that. It was a Junior High dance. My date, Timmy Haskins, wanted to finger me. I was thirteen and wasn’t really interested in that, I hadn’t even masturbated yet. But snuck out of the gym and hid in a classroom. We started kissing. He put his hand under my skirt, I almost made him stop but I liked the kissing, so he first started rubbing my panties, and to my surprise it felt good so when he pulled them aside and touched my pussy, it felt so good I let him go on. The kissing was getting better and I was, for the first time in my life, really getting turned on. I could tell he was trying to put a finger in me but was having trouble. So I took his middle finger and pushed it in my little pussy. He tried to take it out but I held it in as we kept kissing. I didn’t know what was happening, now I know I was building to an orgasm. He finally freaked and jerked loose and ran off. I was so mad, it felt so good but incomplete.”



“I didn’t know anything about playing with myself or doing it with girls, I thought a boy had to do me. I went through several boyfriends, but I scared all of them off by trying to get them to fuck me. Junior high boys love talking about sex but they are just nor ready do to the deed, or at least our generation wasn’t. It was the next year when I talked Tommy, the kid who lived next door to my mom and me in the apartments into fucking me. At first it scared him, but after that we did that first time, we did it for a good hour every day until his mom got home from work. It felt great, but I never came. That lasted until spring break when his mom caught us. She threw a fit and forbid Tommy from talking to me every again. I was barley 14 and already crushed and sexually frustrated. That summer a new girl moved into the apartment complex. Adriana Vasquez, she was my age but way more advanced sexually. Her body was more developed, she dressed to get attention and she went with, and had sex with, high school guys. She also introduced me to the world of Sapphic love. The first week she moved in she brought me to my first orgasm.”



“That whole little story was to say after that man took photos of Adriana and I, we started taking photos of each other naked. I gave a lot of them away, but here is one, and another, and here is another.” She said as she pointed out the photos. Bonnie looked at the photos and couldn’t imagine having her friend take naked photos of her at that age.



“Damn, I still thought babies came from a cabbage patch at that age” Bonnie laughed.



“Well come on, lets get this party started.” Judy said and Bonnie followed her out of the room, noticing she could clearly see Judy’s ass through the sheer material of the robe she had put on. Bonnie supposed this was when the party moved into high gear.



They stood on the balcony until the song finished then Judy took the DJ”s mic.

“OK, it’s time to welcome our newcomers and to say Happy Birthday to everyone who has had a birthday this month. So, pull out the chairs. Find our two new couples.”



Evidently every one knew what to do. A dozen or so folding chairs appeared in the middle of the room. Bonnie was ushered to one of the seats.



Outside under the pecan tree, Cooper could feel Amy searching for the zipper to his slacks as the kissed with tenderness and passion. She had surprised him when she went from talking about having sex to leaning forward to kiss him. Her hand on his crotch had brought his erection up to full staff in a matter of seconds. He slid his hand up her leg as she began to tug at the thin piece of metal.



“Cooper! Cooper!, You out here?” A voice boomed across the patio. At first the words did not register. After they did he quickly decided to ignore them. Then the parent in him worried something was wrong at home. He released Amy and said “Yea, I’m here.”



The voice responded “Your wanted inside”



He looked at Amy who’s hand held his penis firmly through the fabric “I’m sorry”

“That’s OK, you better go” she said in a soft voice.



Inside the brightness and noise was painful after the quite outside. He, like Bonnie had been, was ushered to a chair. The unused chairs had been removed, leaving a total of nine occupied chairs arranged back to back in the center of the room. At Judy’s direction blindfolds were placed on those in seats and a song started and the people standing surrounded the chairs and began to dance around them I a slow circle. As they moved people peeled off the group and gave an impromptu lap dance. It was no surprise to Cooper that as this progressed women and men jostled to get the opportunity to lap dance Bonnie.



Bonnie loved the fight for her attention. She in the first few minutes she had a number of nice boobs rubbed on her face, and passionate kisses. An attractive woman had lowered her top and offered her nipples which Bonnie took in her mouth with only a little trepidation. She felt soft hands push her legs apart followed by the feeling of wet tongue on her labia. The woman in front was gone and a new set of tits were in her mouth. The smooth face between her legs was replaced with a bearded one; a man now pushed his tongue up into her snatch. By the time the song ended she did not know how many tits she had sucked or how many people had tasted her juices.



For Cooper the experience had been stranger and didn’t end with the last note of the song. Halfway through he had a woman move her tits from Bonnie to him for a moment and the woman who had been down between Bonnie’s legs, with no introduction unzipped Coopers’ pants and coxed his prick out of the fly, then took his stiff tool down to it’s base in her mouth. Moments later, the same smooth face was replaced by the same rough face began to work on his sex as it had Bonnie’s. Unlike her he knew exactly how many different tits he had sucked, and how many mouths had been on his dick, tough he could not be sure about the gender of all those mouths. After the dance, a nice looking, but not gorgeous woman who looked to be in her late forty’s offered to help him back into his jeans. “because I didn’t ask before pulling then down” and gave him a wicked smile. She was vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place her. Once in his jeans she introduced herself as Colleen Duncan, with Harris, Duncan & Jervy, a law firm in Tallahassee with witch they worked with when doing business in Florida. The man beside her was considerably younger, young enough to be her son, and very handsome. She laughed when she saw a puzzled look on Cooper’s face. “This is my boy-toy, you don’t think I want to bring my geezer of a husband to a party like this. No way.”



Cooper now saw, this powerful female lawyer brought her young boyfriend just like the men brought their girls.



She continued “Yep, I’m a true feminist. I was the first woman in Florida to be named to the appellate court and then was co-founder of the second largest law firm in Tallahassee. So I’m entitled to my perks. Since you were blindfolded, he follows me, I was the first to go under your wife’s dress and then I pulled your dick out, so he did her after me and then did you. That’s way I love him.” Through this he just stood and said nothing.



She motioned him to follow and soon they were in one of the upstairs bedrooms dropping their cloths. Cooper still off-balance stood naked as she wrapped her arms around him and began kissing him. From behind he felt her boyfriend’s naked body pressing against him, a hard shaft pushed between his ass cheeks. She kissed hard and fast. He tried to reciprocate but realized he was in their hands and just hung on for the ride. He felt the hard and insistent penis sliding up and down between his cheeks. He knew full well it would be moments before that penis found his ass hole and drove into him.

Meekly Cooper said “Condom”



The arms behind him released but Colleen continued the hard kissing and began to stroke his penis. He heard the condom wrapper rip open. With out warning, she broke the kiss and pushed him over on the bed. She pulled the dress over her head revealing a fine, but not young body. She oddly wore no panties, but did have her full breasts in a lace bra. She stepped onto the bed and mounted him, pushing his penis all the way in to her very loose lips, with one motion. She stroked fast and hard until her boyfriend finished donning the condom. He walked behind Cooper where his feet still dangled off the bed. She literally sprang off Cooper’s dick and twisted placing her now very wet pussy on his face, facing his feet. She gripped his penis and said to her boyfriend “Taste me”. This was the first word she had said since they came upstairs. Though Cooper’s eyes were blocked by the woman’s ass, he knew full well the blow job he was getting was from the man.



She then began to talk continually to him “Deep throat him.” “Lick his balls”, “put your tongue in his ass”, “move over I want some of that dick”. For some time they shared his penis before she said “Sick it in”



He knew was coming as his feet were lifted and spread. He tried to relax, that would make it go easier, but he couldn’t. The big head of this guy’s penis struggled to penetrate the tight spicier mussels. But penetrate it did, causing more than a slight amount of pain as the thick tube filled his ass. This penis was defiantly bigger than any he had had in before; though still not as large as the dildo that Bonnie had had up him just last week. But she had put it in slower and careful, this guy just rammed it in with all the force he could. The penis stayed buried only long enough for Colleen and her boy to kiss deeply and her to tell him how much she loved him.



Cooper focused on eating her pussy. It was very smooth with thick lips. When the stoking began he drove his tongue in her as far as he could. The real pain didn’t last long, and soon he was fully enjoying the hard fucking he was getting with only a moderate discomfort lasting until he later took that thing out of him. She leaned forward to suck Cooper while her boyfriend worked. Now in the 69 position he could see up into the ceiling mirror. It was quite a sight. His legs spread as this man’s ass went back and forth with each stroke. It was not long before the pace quickened then the man buried his penis as far in as it would go as he climaxed.



He kept up work on her clit for a very short time more before her thighs pressed in on his head and her hips shook hard though several waves of orgasm before she rolled off him. She lay on her back panting hard. For the first time since she spoke downstairs she addressed Cooper. “Not bad pussy licking Cooper. Why don’t you get on me and finish up.”



Cooper felling very much like he’d been their sex toy, thought of Amy and said “No, but thanks for the offer tough.”



Colleen and her boyfriend quickly dressed and left saying no more. He lay there on the bed; his shirt and bowtie still in place, no pants or underwear, but his socks still on. His ass hurt some but not bad. From the time they had gone up the stairs till the time the others left the room was less than fifteen minutes. An intense fifteen minutes to be sure, but still just a quarter hour. He’d been the sex toy of that couple. An odd experience for Cooper, he could see why a woman might be offended or hurt, but for a rather dull middle aged guy it was quite an experience.



He dressed and went down to look for Amy.



Looking down from the balcony he could see Bonnie was having a good time. She had lost her dress so now she wore just the corset and stockings. As she wore no underwear, her smooth mound was available for viewing and groping to all present. But at the time he was watching, she was wiggling such that no one could keep a hand on if they tried. That is not to say she did not have admirers.



She wasn’t the only one who had slimmed down their attire. Some must have brought lingerie to change into because several of the women were in lingerie of one sort of another, but Bonnie was the only one who was baring her goods for all.



Outside he found Amy was sitting by herself on the swing, just the place he had left her. He sat down not sure what to say. She spoke first “I’d about decided you were not coming back.”



“I’m sorry”



“No don’t be. I know this must be hard on you, this is your boss and his most important contacts. That puts you a tuff position.”



“Yea, I do feel a bit like Martin’s pawn.”



“That’s why I hate these parties; there are clearly the power people and the powerless people.” Amy said in a down beat tone. Then for some reason he felt free to tell her about what had just happened and how Colleen was clearly the master and it did not appear she was very interested in either Cooper’s of her boyfriend’s desires.”



“Entertainment for LeMarco’s contacts. That’s all we are” she said bitterly.

”But to be fair, there are people who just enjoy the freedom to enjoy themselves.” Cooper responded “Earlier, I was out here and two middle aged people, both powerful and wealthy snuck out, not seeing me, and had a tryst. It was clearly a meeting of equals for the purpose of pleasure alone. That can’t be all bad.”



“I agree, a party like this could be done in a way that is more egalitarian, but it isn’t.” she said “that’s my point”

They sat for a while, then she said “Lets get in the hot tub before it fills up, I’m getting cold”



Hand in hand they walked the couple of hundred feet to the glass enclosed room of the hot tub. Surprisingly it was still completely unoccupied. It was quite a shock to move from the crisp cold air outside to the hot humid air of this glass room. Their were racks to lay out their cloths with out getting wrinkled. And this time Cooper did take off his shirt and bowtie.

Nude Amy, carefully laid out her dress on the rack. To Cooper, her attraction lay in the fact she was a real woman. Sure her body wasn’t as firm as Tina’s, but his wasn’t’ either. Her hips were ample, but not big as was her bust that drooped a little.



The water was indeed hot. At first it was rather uncomfortable, but as Cooper and Colleen settled in and turned on the bubbles, it was extremely relaxing. Amy settled into the crook of Cooper’s arm. For a long time they did not speak. Her hand wrapped around his penis brought it back to full form, and he cupped one breast with the hand over her shoulder. She turned and put her lips to his and slowly ran her tongue inside his mouth.



“I can taste her. It’s nice.”



She kissed him again this time it lingered. Then she said “It’s funny. I don’t normally go down on women, but I love to taste them on men. And I love going down on a guy after he has been in a woman. That taste of woman and man mixed is a real turn on”



Cooper grinned and she snapped “What are you grinning at? Do you think I’m sick?”



Still grinning “No, its that looking back on the cruise I decided I like that too. Either going down on a woman who a man has ejaculated in or, thought I don’t consider myself bisexual, I found I also like going down on a penis that has been in a woman, and letting him climax is such a turn-on, though I would puke if the same guy tried to kiss me. Strange.”



She leaned over and kissed him again. Without breaking the kiss she brought her leg over to straddle him and guided him into her body with the hand that had been stroking his penis. Once settled filmy on him she broke the kiss “When I’m at parties, and have sex with I might have sex with as many as three men in a night. While I do, I often fantasize that Walter were there watching me. And on nights when he comes home late, and I’m sure he’s with anther woman I wish he would just come home and tell me about it while I taste her on his cock. But no, he always denies what he as been doing, other than on the trip we took with the LeMarco’s he has never admitted doing other women. Though I know full well he has not been faithful to me for even one year, probably one month, in the nineteen years we’ve been married.”



When she finished talking she resumed kissing him and slowly rocking her hips.

The door to the garden room opened and in walked the woman who had been giving Sam head in the pool, followed by two men Cooper did not know. Evidently coming from the swimming pool, they were wet, naked and shivering. The men both sported full erections.



Cooper had to remind himself this private moment he was having was in a very public place. Amy broke her kiss long enough to look around and then resumed with increased intensity.



The new comers had clearly been drinking and were more than a little buzzed. They were loud as they stumbled into the water and even louder when they realized how hot it was. So the three settled on doing it on one of the teak benches, she lay on her back while one man fucked her pussy and the other fucked her mouth. She was very pretty and young with clearly enhanced breasts; she must be the mistress of one of the business owners here.



Cooper and Amy continued their deep kissing and slow love making. Occasionally Cooper peeked to the upward to see what the others were doing. It was odd looking up them because with the surface of the water almost a foot below the ground level, Cooper had to look up and to the right. At some point the men had moved the girl to her hands and knees, but both stayed were they were.



The water splashed as someone’s feet entered the tub. Cooper looked and it was the man who had been fucking the girl. He sat on the edge of the tub dangling his feet in the water. He was at least sixty, but clearly still strong and virile, and his unusually large penis was still nearly completely erect. . He began to talk in a very southern voice, though neither Cooper nor Amy acknowledged him. “That little wife of mine could fuck an army and still keep going. That night I met her in Vegas at the Construction Trade Show. Damn I knew she was hot the first time I saw her on that stage. At first she wouldn’t come back to the hotel with me, but a hand full of Franklins changed her mind. I can hold it up for ever and nearly always wear out the honey’s before I quit, but this vixen and I fucked till morning and when my buddy came to my room to be sure I was on time for my presentation, she had his pants off and was riding him before I could blink an eye. That’s when I knew this was the women for me. We got married that very night and we’ve been fucking like rabbits ever since.”

Amy broke the kiss again and turned her head “That must be James Turner” when she was far enough to see him “You old lecher”.



She stopped rocking her hips and turned to Cooper “This is James Turner of Turner and Associates, winner of the Pritsker Prize of 1973, and the worst womanizer I’ve ever known. He gave Walter his first job after college, we were newly weds. Of course that did not keep this pervert from trying to get me in my pants they very first time he got me alone.”



She lifted off of Cooper, “Here slide down a little” she said as she turned around and sitting down on her knees facing the center of the tub, guided Cooper’s penis back into her.



Mr. Turner watched intently as she began rocking on Cooper again. Then said “And did I succeed? I’m sorry I can’t remember every employee’s wife I seduced. Damn I have a hard enough time remembering the names of my wives”



“I must say you did, twice. I felt so guilty and sluttish. But I’ve never forgotten you. No woman forgets you and your amazing endowment. Come on over here.” She said “Look at him, he just fucked till he came and he is still hard.”

She got up, off Cooper and leaned into Mr. Turner’s erection taking the first five inches of it in her mouth. He was easily eight or nine inches long. She took the unused portion in her hand and began to lick up the shaft and suckled the head for a moment before letting go. She said “Umm, very good” then stood up at him and said in a sharp tone “How dare you forget fucking me.”

“Well good lady, it was a long time ago and I am 72 years old” he said in a kind voice.



She said wistfully “Yes, it was a long time ago.” as she snuggled beside Cooper, wrapping a hand around his erection.



Amy looked over to the other man who was now on top of the very young Mrs. Turner as she lay on the bench fucking her for all he was worth. “She is pretty”

And she was, as far as Cooper could see, blond, not more than twenty five, firm ass, large plastic tits.



“Oh yes she is” Mr. Turner replied “Suzie, come over her please. I want to meet an old friend.”



Inside the house Bonnie was dripping sweat as she danced and danced and danced. She thought the DJ was better than most she had heard in clubs.

It would be a new experience she thought. True she had had sex in front of everyone on the cruise, but that was a small group. Here she was almost in a public place with most of the people around her strangers. She had seen most of the people from the cruise, but currently only Mandy was in the room. She was not surprised this time at the hands on her ass and when she danced close, fingers slipping up into her wet cunny; After all, it was on display and this, as she now realized was a swingers party

And it wasn’t like she hadn’t done her share of groping. She grabbed assess (of both sexes), a couple of tits and several bulges in guys pants. Her favorite thing to do was to bump and grind. Not too long with any one person. Sliding her bare pussy up a woman’s leg or back against the bulge in a guys pant’s. She had felt a hard, bare, cock pressed between her cheeks a bit ago, but slipped away leaving the guy cold. Her arousal had been in high gear for over an hour and she was afraid she might start dripping on the floor at any moment. She was ready for her next opportunity. As she was in high heels it did not come as a great surprise when grinding on back on a shorter guys her pussy hit the top of their contained erections. She saw a good looking guy to the side watching her.

She danced his way and waved for him to join. He hesitated then moved slowly her way. Wanting a faster response she grabbed his hand and pulled hard. He began moving in front of her stepping forward she pulled him close and pushed her clit hard into his leg. With her heels she was a tiny bit taller than him so she slid slightly to the side to rub on the outside of his thigh. She knew it was time. She deftly drew down the zipper of his finely tailored slacks, through the fly of his boxers and gripped his penis. Of course it was hard. She pulled it through the opening and stroked for a moment before letting him go twisting around. She ground her bare ass hard, forcing the shaft between her buns. She felt his arms reach around and pull her close.



She looked around and many eyes were on her. No one near had missed her pulling the man’s penis out. She knew she was wet and thought it would work with out breaking rhythm, but was not sure. She liked that everyone was dressed and looking at her nudity, at her sex. As the song continued she leaned forward as she pushed back. She could feel the head sliding lower on her ass. Then pushing up to her tiptoes, the head slid forward into the cleft between her legs, She shook her ass until it had found it’s way between her lips, then down and back. She drove the shaft home into her as she danced. His hands held firmly on her waist as she began to rock her hips side to side and dance as usual except she was bound to her new partner in a physical way. She was the center of attention and relished every second of it.



She looked up and a plain looking, heavy set woman had moved in front of her. Her low cut gown barley head her full breast in check. Her eyes did not look at Bonnie, but over her shoulder to the man who was moving with her rhythm, expertly keeping his tool deep in even as they moved slowly around the room. The woman got very close and leaned over to kiss the man. Though the music was loud, Bonnie could clearly hear the voice in her ear. “I love you. I’ll watch you for a while more, then I’m going upstairs with Joe Sergeant and a couple other guys. Join us if you want when you’re done.” Then she walked away.

She heard the man’s voice “That was my wife Trixie.” Then after a moment he added “Oh, I’m Richard Rice. Your husband and I worked on BB&T Tower project together.”



For a moment she thought on the idea that she was fucking a guy before she did even know his name. It was so slutty, so sexy. She could tell many eyes were on her as she and the man moved in unison. A man and woman danced near them, stealing glances. Boldly she said “This is so good” He was hitting just the right spot, that and with the thrill of having strangers watch her fuck brought about a surprise. Without realizing she was doing so, she had reached the point of orgasm. She looked for something to brace herself against as she knew what was happening. There was nothing and her legs began shaking violently as the orgasm overtook her. It was so very powerful. She felt legs giving way, then hands grasping her arms and holding her up.



The first crest passed over. She looked up to see the face of the tall grey haired man that she had been teasing earlier holding her against his chest. The man behind was now pounding furiously and a second orgasm was sweeping in like a tsunami. She pushed her lips to the lips in front of her, driving in her tongue as the first wave of orgasm hit.



By the time it was over she felt limp. The man behind was gone and the grey haired man led her to a chair. She felt him guide her down, not to the chair but to his lap. His lap that now had an exposed penis. She did not object as he lowered her on his pole as they both sat. Her, still facing him straddling him and the chair; she breathed hard as he lay her head on his shoulder. She felt the previous man’s semen squeezed out by the new intrusion. He felt good inside.

“Hi girl, I see you’ve found new friends” Mandy’s voice came from behind her.

Bonnie lifted her head slightly “Were not friends until he at least tells me his name.”



“Oh, fucking men before you know their name. You have come a long way” Mandy rejoined.



“My name is Melton. Melton Carver” came the deep voice of the gentleman she was riding.



“Well you and Melton have fun, I’m going up stairs. I think there is a big group thing going on in Martin and Judy’s bedroom.” Mandy said as she walked off.

“And you are Bonnie, I believe.” He continued “So are we friends now?”

Bonnie having recovered somewhat from the powerful orgasms laughed. “Yea, I guess so” she said and they launched into light conversation as she rocked back and forth on his pelvis. Once again that feeling of being a sex goddess returned. She loved to be watched and desired as she had sex with men. She thought it was funny that although she did like sex with women, she never got this feeling of power and sexual energy unless she was with a man. As she only was half listening as she spoke, she was more focused on seeing who was watching and on her building orgasm. It took her a little while to realize what felt unusual about riding him. After some time she realized he was shaved as smooth as she was. She slid back on forth, smooth skin to smooth skin. It was like nothing she had felt before, very erotic. Adding to the excitement was the knowledge that the slick surface on which she was sliding her clit back and forth, was the cum of the first guy which had been pressed out of her cunt by the new occupant.



Her thigh muscles began to tense, she knew it would be soon.



The hot tub was full almost now. Cooper and Amy had been joined by Heather and Kelvin (her date who looked as young as she), Miriam Goldsmith, Maxine Thurman, her boy toy (who looked the same age as Heather and her date, but very buff with a notably large penis that seem forever hard), and Richard Rice. Mr. Turner had left some time after his wife and the unknown man headed back to the pool. Amy had insisted that he use his great tool on her before he left.

Cooper felt very inadequate when she bent over next to him and he sunk it almost all the way in not inches from his face. Looking at that shaft his seemed childishly small, thought it was, from the dicks he had seen tonight larger than about half of them, including Heather’s date’s and the man who had been doing Mrs. Turner, and he knew it to be bigger than both the LeMarco’s. He figured that is what average meant, some were bigger and some were smaller. He would have to just do his best with what he had.



She clearly enjoyed his ministrations, but did not continue for very long before she pulled away and told him how good it felt then said “If you see my husband inside, please let him know how much I liked you and ask him to come out. I would very much like him to watch Cooper get me off.”



When he had left she told Cooper “I hope I wasn’t being presumptuous by saying I want Walter to see us have sex? We’ve had a nice evening together and I want him to know I choose with whom I have sex.”



Cooper appreciated her concern, but assured her he did not mind. He rather liked the idea of Walter, who had more than one insinuated that he was more manly than Cooper, watching him sthoop his wife.



By the time Bonnie began riding Melton inside, Heather in the hot tub was just finishing the story of Cooper being a “Virtual Virgin” at the luau to the enjoyment of the all present. After which Amy began a story of a real virgin as she ‘sat’ in Cooper’s lap.



“A couple of years back” Amy began “I had a graduate assistant who really was a virgin. You see, had completed both his Bachelors and Masters of Fine arts at Bob Jones University; which is, if you don’t know the most conservative Christian campus in the country. They are so archaic that in their museum of Religious Art, they still paint fig leaves on nudes in their art gallery.

“When I interviewed him for the position, I told him that the lack of nude figure drawings in his portfolio was a conspicuous deficiency. When he told me his training had not included that I told him that at USC that was part of the courses he would teach and that unlike Bob Jones, we have students with many moral view points, all of which is legitimately expressed in art. He assured me he wanted to teach how to express not what to express. I was wary, but two things swayed me. First he was he was incredibly talented and an experienced teacher. Second was he was, to die for gorgeous. I mean one of those guys that wet panties everywhere he goes.”



I assigned him both an intro class and an intermediate drawing class, which I knew was about one third nude figure stuff. I made a point to be “observing” the first day he had a nude model. You never saw a teacher so intent on his students as he was that day. When she dropped her robe I thought he would simply run out of the room screaming. I really don’t’ think he got one good look at the, rather attractive, model. But he adapted OK, I stopped in to critique his students one day about a month later and he appeared if not completely comfortable, he did not turn pale when she disrobed. I began to think we could convert this six foot blond hunk of Christian Conservative to our libertine ways.”



“The previous year a college and a friend and I had been awarded a Christmas term trip to Brazil to study indigenous art forms. There was room for six on the team and as our new resident expert on Christian religious art I invited Daniel, that is his name, to come with us. I knew who was going with us and was sure this trip would tax our virgin stud’s morals.”



“Poor Daniel, he was so naive. About a week before we were to go he mentioned in passing that he had to go out and get a swim suit. I told him I didn’t plan on taking one. He thought I meant I didn’t plan on swimming. Of course I was going to swim, but who needs as suit to do that?”



The group in the tub laughed.



“The University of Brasilia put us up in a in a Villa overlooking the river. It was a wonderful place, we had a month of intense studies planned, long hours with some difficult travel, touring ruins and museums and hands on practice in local techniques. The villa was large and we all had a bedroom, but we shared two bathrooms. This must have been poor Daniel’s first big hint this group was not made up of Baptist. I guess it was our second full day. We had toured the National museum until it closed then had a three hour round table meeting with our counterparts. It was like past ten when we got home and we were all beat. I quickly claimed first dibs on the shower. When I finished I toweled off and used wrapped my hair up turban style. I honestly was not trying to shock the poor kid when I walked across the villa’s common room wearing only the towel on my head. I had been on several trips like this with the others and we are always casual that way. You gotta realize that like most places in Brazil, the villa was not air conditioned and it was summer there. I was most defiantly not looked to get laid, I was beat. I didn’t even pack any sleep wear knowing this, so I was just going to crash.”

“Though shock was not my intent, it was the result. He and one of my good buddy’s Jim Peterson, were cooling their heels waiting for their turn. Daniel’s back was to me and when Jim saw me he gets this excited grin. I set him straight by telling him their will be plenty of time for that, but I’m beat tonight. Daniel turned and almost dropped his glass when he saw me. I’m not exaggerating when I say his jaw hit his chest and his eyes were big as saucers. For my part, I unexpectedly felt an erotic thrill. By the time I made it to my room I was completely turned on. I started to just play with myself, but reconsidered Jim’s look and returned to the common room, this time with out the turban. Daniel was gone, but now Cass, from Duke, who co-wrote the grant with me was in the room. She was much more modest, her towel was around her waist instead of on her head because she has very short hair. Jim assumed he had no chance with her, she is a very public militant lesbian, though her bare breast were within his reach. What he didn’t know is that thought her relationships were always with women, in private Cass was fully bisexual enjoying the pleasure of either type of genitalia that was near by. I slipped up behind her and slapped her ass then told her I would like to borrow Jim for a quick fuck before I crashed. Of course she was non-phased, since she had seen me riding more than a few of her friends at parties, and though I’m generally hetero she and I have also ridden her a couple of times. Once in the room I did decide to shock Daniel. I went immediately pulled off Jim’s pants and went down on him until I heard the shower shut off. Jim thought nothing of the fact I’d left the door open and so when Daniel passed by my room on the way to his, their was no way he could miss the fact that in the semi dark room Jim was on top of me fucking for all he was worth. And nasty me made sure to be noisy just as he walked past.”

“The next day Daniel was very quite. I felt a little guilty for imposing on his religious beliefs so much. But not so guilty as to put any more than panties on that night as I walked from the shower. I don’t claim to look anything like you Heather, damn I didn’t look like you 20 years ago.”



Heather and Maxine both cut her off insisting she was so very pretty. Cooper added his agreement “You are a very attractive. No offence to Heather, but there is a beauty of a grown woman that can’t be had at twenty.”



“Well thank you very much” Amy leaned back to kissed him softly then said “I wasn’t fishing for compliments, what I was going to say was that to a twenty two year old virgin, a forty year old me looked good. The second night he took a good long look before scurrying away to his room. But it was our first day off, I don’t remember if it was a Saturday or a Sunday. We all slept in I thought I was the first up. It was hot when I crawled out of bed, I remember it distinctly, I lay on top of the sheets considering what to wear for several minutes before pulling on a pair of cut offs. I half stumbled into the common room to which the kitchen was attached.”



“I smelled the fresh Brazilian coffee before I even got into the room. I knew I wasn’t the first to be up. In the main room was everyone but me and every one was more or less dressed. At first I hesitated but I thought what the hell, we were artists, why was a pair of middle aged boobs a big deal. After breakfast, I suggested we try out the villa’s pool, this put Daniel in an uncomfortable position.”



“There were six of us; Jim and Cass and I were full professors who have spent many a day naked together. Ken was an assistant professor from Duke that Cass assumed was gay until her mid-summer madness party which had turned to an orgy, at which he demonstrated he like his mentor Cass, had an equal appreciation of both cock and pussy. So he wasn’t at all shocked. Dawn and Daniel were both graduate assistants. Dawn was Cass’s assistant and they had been messing around together for several months, though from what Cass had told me it was just for fun and Cass had a boyfriend. Only poor Daniel was out of the loop. No one else had even brought a swim suite so when I suggested we go swimming, that meant in the buff to everyone but him. It left him as the odd man out in his swim trunks. After a few minutes he swam over to me and said he didn’t mean to be a prude but he simply was not comfortable taking off his trunks. I told him that he should follow his own path, not ours. Though that tent I could see in his trunks made me want to see what it as hiding.”



“Nothing but a little sexy play happened during that afternoon, but it set the stage for fun latter. The pace was a little less grueling the next week so we were getting home with enough energy to make sleeping two by two worth while. Though there was no plan to do so, after that week there became a pattern that we didn’t sleep with the same person any two nights in a row. And following the example of that second night, doors were never closed. One of the funniest nights was late that second week, Daniel and I were going over some notes we had taken and discussing their classroom use when from Jim’s room we heard the bed began to tap on the wall in the unmistakable rhythm of sex; Next moans, not soft, but full bodied moans began coming from Cass’s room. We tried to keep working but it was impossible when we heard Dawn’s voice coming from Jim’s room in a string of expletives as she evidently had an orgasm followed shortly by Cass who was doing the same. Daniel was shifting in his seat trying to hide his erection and for a moment I thought he would jump me then and there, but just stumbled over words. I broke the ice when I told him “So much for Cass being a dyed in the wool exclusive lesbian”. He laughed and now had the opening to say quietly “Until last week I’ve never heard anyone have sex before” were upon I pushed the issue forward by saying that it is much better to watch. I think the words I used were “It is a beautiful thing to watch”. He was intrigued and quite turned on so but when I suggested we go in and watch I was surprised he said no; but I noticed his no was not very firm.” “The next day we just so happened to tour a museum of indigenous art that had a series of clay figurines of the earth goddess having sex with mortal men. I made a point to Daniel that the Christian view of sex as dirty is unusual, most religious traditions see sex as beautiful and spiritual. I could tell he was shifting his view when as we talked he pointed out that the book of Song of Solomon is an ode to the beauty of sex, but most Christians ignore it. We took a two day trip to San Palo, which kept us very busy. It seemed whenever we were alone Dan and I kept coming back to the discussion of sex as ascetically and artistically beautiful, no he kept coming back to the topic. It seemed obvious to me that he had found an artistic excuse to become included in the sex play.

“We had four days off of our studies for Christmas. It was the afternoon of Christmas Eve and we were all just talking in the common room. I brought up the subject of love making as a subject of art. I was not surprised when they all said it was an excellent subject. I was surprised that only Cass and I had actually painted from a live couple having sex. The others said they worked from photographs. I told them that photos can not portray the intensity and passion of the live act.”



“I asked Ken if he would like to model with me, when he agreed I suggested everyone get their sketch gear and if Jim would give Ken one of his Viagra tablets. Of course Jim first denied having any and Ken insisted he would not need any but I called Jim on his lie and assured Ken he would need it before we, and the artist were done.”



“In short order Ken and I were in our birthday suits on the couch while our friends began sketching. This time Daniel made no attempt to slide away. But rather he put on the same face I’d seen him use the day he had the nude model in his classroom. No doubt he was determined to approach this as dispassionately as he would a bowl of fruit. For the next hour and a half he kept that same grim look as Ken and I made slow but passionate love. As we began I suggested they approach this in a figurative sense, rather than a literal sense, capturing the essence of the entire act rather than a photo realistic freeze frame.”



“It was a real turn on for me to have those fine artist working to capture me as I made love. But of course it wasn’t me who had to keep an erection for almost two hours, but thanks to his youth and the little blue pill, he did. He even stayed hard as several times we were asked to stay in a certain position while someone made a sketch. I remember that I made a point to give Daniel a clear view when after a long period of fore-play I put Ken’s penis in me the first time. I don’t remember how many times I came, but I was certainly more than three. It was one of the most memorable sexual experiences of my life. Not as much because Ken was big or especially talented, but just the circumstances”

“It didn’t turn into an orgy though. Everyone got consumed with their work that long after Ken and I collapsed. That night though, Cass and Dawn threw some pillows on the floor and demonstrated the beauty of Sapphic love making for a second set of sketches. For the next three weeks nearly every evening one couple, or a threesome acted as models for the others. Before we left Brazil, between the six of us we had the makings for what became a full exhibit. Over the next year we all filled out our sketches into paintings, sculpture and mixed media into a full exhibit we called “Passion in the Amazon”. It took us another year to find the right gallery to pick it up, but it is now scheduled to open in New York next summer.”



“The next day, Christmas day, was kinda a downer. We all missed our families but it hit Daniel hardest, I guess he was the youngest and the most attached to his family. Calls home only seemed to make it worse. To top it all of it was the hottest most humid day we had yet. After our Christmas dinner of pork roast we all slipped into the pool to relax. To our surprise Daniel, with out saying a word, slips off his short and boxers and steps into the pool. His surprise turned what was not at all a sexual time, into something different. It seems I wasn’t the only one wanting to get into Daniel’s pants. It had completely missed me that he and Dawn, as the two grad assistants had spent a good deal of time together, would be the most likely coupling.”



“At first he kept some distance between himself and any of us, but little Dawn pushed it. I told you earlier that he is gorgeous, let me tell you now he looked amazing in the buff. Iron buns and a perfectly shaped phallus rising out of his blond pubs. Contrasting him, Dawn is well, is a nerdy wall flower; short but not really petite. She has reddish brown hair and, to put it generously, a small but curvy figure; round ass, thick waist and heavy breasts. She is the classic “nice girl” that all the guys love but don’t think to ask out. In that pool however, she was the only woman not old enough to be his mother and she was naked. She moved right in and began to try to dunk him, which of course was a ploy to create accidental body contact. Her ploy worked. It didn’t take her ten minutes to move from dunking to playing grab the dick, which was now fully erect. From there it took half as long to move to stroking it as they kissed and from there he got, as he later said, that first blow job he’d been dreaming of since he was in Junior High.”



“Like many wall flowers, Dawn had long ago mastered how to keep a boy’s attention using her oral skills. She wasn’t some clumsy slut who just gobbled down the meat, no she was an artist and the four of us were as entranced as Daniel was as she showed herself to be a master of giving head. She worked up and down the shaft, each time stopping short of the head. She worked over his balls at length before deigning to wrap her lips around the head which already had a shine of pre-cum on top. It didn’t surprise me when no sooner had she taken the last millimeter into his mouth that that his eyes got big and his face contorted as he started to cum. She held on as his hips bucked up and down, never moving from her lip grip on the base of his penis. What was really amazing was that even after he had clearly finished she didn’t move. Afterward I asked her and she said she was using her tongue and mouth muscles to stimulate him back to erection. And that she did in short order. In the lull, Jim took it upon himself to begin diddling my clit between his fingers.”



“I’ve never seen anyone do what she did. She held all of his dick in her mouth until he was fully hard again. Now that wasn’t very long but it was amazing all the same. She had been blowing him as he sat on the top steps out of the pool. When she moved her kisses up his stomach to his chest and then to his lips he was so green that he didn’t realize she as moving up to be fucked until she her vulva pushed down on his pelvic bone. He was all the way in her before he realized that she wanted to have intercourse. I think that is the only time I’ve seen a guy do it for the first time. We all were thrilled, well I know Jim Ken were because soon they speared us like a fish with their built in harpoons. We didn’t get dressed until we went out for dinner the next day. Thanks to the staying power of the young men and a whole bottle of Viagra for Jim we had a sex marathon that I don’t think I’ve equaled to this day.”



Amy’s story had enraptured the audience, and as she ended Miriam Goldsmith, who had been caressing Maxine’s boy’s staff, got up, moved over his lap and sunk down filling herself with his organ. Maxine didn’t seem to notice because Richard had buried his face between her thighs. Once settled on the boy, Miriam said “Tell us more about your show in New York, what gallery?”



Amy was clearly happy someone was interested in her art, and replied “It’s going to be at the New York Artists Guild Gallery starting July 8th . I had certainly not meant to start all this when I suggested they sketch Ken and I. I was just trying to make a point to Daniel, and even after that it was just for fun. But sometime in the third week in Brazil we invited several of Brazilian artists who had helped us to the villa and on a whim, made it into a mini show of our best sketches of both the sex and of the amazing flora of the Amazon basin. They loved our sketches; they thought they caught the sprit of the fertility of the jungle both literally, in the plant drawings, and metaphorically in the erotic drawings. That night after the visitors left we had a long talk about what they had said. Once given the idea, we quickly saw that we had the seeds of something exciting. The last week had already been left free to focus on the things that we found most useful. After spending the weekend working on a unified approach, and of course taking turns modeling love making for each other, we decided this may be the most important thing we had discovered on the trip. That last week we spent a good amount of time in the jungles. One of the artists who had seen our work, when they heard we were going to pursue that for our last week offered both to take us to some great spots to draw, and that he and some friends would love to model for us right in the jungle. We had agreed that we would work up a full collection of works with a fertility theme based on combining the two types of drawings we had made. Now we had the ability to physically see love making in the living rain forest.”



“It was very exciting. We worked on a feverish pitch moving from sketches to colored charcoal, to watercolors and even some impressionistic work with oils and acrylic. We agreed to use the vibrant pallet of Brazil in with a postmodern approach. By the time we left we had a good dozen clearly laid-out works and anther two dozen foundations. Though we first said it in jest, I do believe that like LSD was the lubricant for the Warhol Factory art scene, the pervasive sexual behavior of those last three weeks became the lubricant for our creativity. We plan to have an even 100 pieces by the time the show opens. Some are our original sketches others are wall seized acrylic extravaganzas, and Ken has produced six amazing sculptures.”



“Opening night will be the first time we’ve all been together since we took different flights out of Atlanta at the end of the trip. We already have a great write up by NY Arts Magazine that will come out just before the show. We are trying to build some excitement in the art community by previewing pieces to some influential friends and friends of friends. We have received some rave reviews, but are asking everyone to keep from publishing until the end of this semester. I know I’m a tenured professor, but I know this will create a stir in Columbia.”



Maxine, who did not appear to be listening opened her eyes. “Oh yes it will. I sure am glad you’re now in South Carolina, I surely don’t’ want to fight such a battle as this will cause. I can just read the headlines now ‘USC Professor Makes Porn Art’.”



Amy who did not know Maxine was chairman of the Georgia Arts Commission asked “Would it be indiscreet to ask why you would have to fight such a battle?”

Maxine thought a moment and said “Let’s say I spent a good deal of time trying to keep artist’s supported while not attracting the ire of the conservatives who use that very defense as a club to limit freedom of expression”



Cooper knew what she meant because he knew who she was, but he wasn’t sure Amy did.



“OK” Amy said uncertainly



“But” Maxine said “If you don’t mind, I’ll give the heads up to some more open minded friends in your state so they can have an answer ready when they get pounced upon. How explicit are your paintings?, and the others done by people at USC?”



“That’s the kicker by the time the exhibit opens I’ll be the only one left at USC. My photos are on one hand very explicit in that it shows phalluses in bodily orifices and people in the throws of sexual ecstasy, but at the same time they are not explicit because those people and body parts are often painted as flowers, vines or leaves. And sure, if that would help please do. I know as a tenured professor I can’t be fired outright, but it could cause me much grief.”

With that, Amy closed her eyes and resumed riding Cooper.



They had no gotten started, when Cooper felt her freeze up. The familiar voice of Amy’s husband, Walter came from the back side of the bath house. “Quite a story, too bad I only caught the last of it.” As he eased over to the hot tub.”

After a moment of hesitation, Amy resumed her slow rocking on Cooper. He knew Walter would soon have a clear view of what was happening as he moved to stand directly behind Cooper, looking down.



“Well Honey, It was quite a trip” she said with a hint of sarcasm. “Too bad I didn’t get to see you in action. I bet you were great.” He replied with a bit more sarcasm.



Amy began to aggressively rock and roll on Cooper before saying “I’m always great.” Then changing to a much more pleasant tone “and I always have wished you were there watching me.”



Though Cooper could not see his face his tone betrayed he was taken off guard. “Really, why?”



“Because you’re my husband and whether you know it our not I would like you there when I have sex. Just like I’d like to be there to watch you have have sex with your girlfriends..”



Now clearly incredulous “Really?”



“Yes really, now get off those cloths and get in and watch me and Cooper.”

Inside the house Bonnie was busy working on a plate of fresh fruit in the game room. Judy had kindly provided her with a face towel while she was still busy with Melton. Though she hadn’t needed it with him because his erection gave out before he came, she sat on it none the less, she did not want to goo up the furniture by sitting on it. For the moment she was alone on the couch. Having parried several offers to play, by truthfully saying she was hungry and wanted to rest for a while. It was now almost midnight and she had been either dancing or fucking for over two hours.



As she sat, on the big screen TV was what was evidently video from a previous cruise. She recognized Martin, Judy, Brian and a younger, more timid, Mandy. She started to nod off, she hand’ realized how tiered she was.

She woke with a start. Tina was beside her. “Well woman, you zonking already?”

“No, No” Bonnie responded “I just nodded off. I guess I was a little warn out from dancing”



With an air of excitement Tina said “Are you up for some real fun, I recruited the three best looking guys here to join us upstairs.” Still groggy, but intrigued “the best looking?”



“Oh yea, and I can tell from experience two are amazing.”

Though she had just about decided that she was done for the night, she couldn’t resist this. And besides, she had been looking forward to playing with Tina all week. So up the stairs they went, and into the second door on the right, which they left open half way. This was the way to tell people they were free to watch, but the play group was full. On the sized bed a hard bodied young man, perhaps 25, lay stroking on his back, his penis was no were to be seen as it was down the throat of a man with salt an pepper hair. Tina gestured to the man “What did I say? I barrowed the young guy from a female exec who is busy for a while, the guy giving him head is a contractor we use a lot.”



”But you said three?” Bonnie asked



“They will be here in a few minutes. I fished them from the swimming pool but Steve was just getting here and to quote him exactly ‘wanted to eat a few oysters before eating bearded clams’ but I assured him both our clams are quite beardless.”



Bonnie let out a small laugh before adding “Well he’d better say we taste better than oysters or he’s not sticking his dick in my clam.”



Tina had just finished helping Bonnie out of her corset when the door opened and in walked a tall distinguished looking man that appeared to be in his mid forty’s. He was dressed in a very expensive looking suit and sported a close cropped salt and pepper beard. He scanned the room, not showing the slightest surprise at the two men doing a double deep throat in the 69 position.



”Well Tina, introduce me to your friend.” He said with a very slight accent that sounded like English or Irish to Bonnie “I started looking at her photos down stairs and decided I’d skip the second round of oysters”



“Well, keep this a private party” Tina said shut the door “for now”



Forty five minutes later the door opened and Steve left to find more food. The other two men had left shortly before. On the bed Bonnie’s thighs were clamped tight on Tina’s head as she shuddered with each orgasmic wave brought on by Tina’s ministrations. After she simply could not take any more she released her grip and pushed Tina’s mouth off of her mound. “No more, I’ll go through the roof.”



Tina sat up with a satisfied grin. “You know It’s never enough until it’s too much”



“Well, that last bit was too much, so I guess it was enough.” Bonnie said as she flopped on the pillow.



Tina added “for now” and she leaned over and kissed Bonnie.



Bonnie could taste the cum on her lips and was sure Tina could taste the same on her. She could feel the cold sticky stuff all over her body. Tina knew who to invite. All three guys were like fucking machines and between the three of them Bonnie had taken a load in each of her bodily orifices and on her tits. While she didn’t know how many Tina took she had seen Steve clearly cum in her mouth and the young guy laid a huge load on her tits and stomach. This last orgasm made an even half dozen for her, and she was wrung out. She responded to Tina’s kiss but was glad she soon sat up.



“Let’s go relax in the pool” Tina said as he hopped up and walked to the door with more energy than Bonnie though possible after that bout of high intensity sex. But, Tina was, after all much younger and in excellent physical shape. Bonnie was, on the other hand, a full time mom who’s idea of a work out was carrying 20 bags of groceries from the car.



With a mighty effort she swung her, still weak, legs off the bed. As she sat up she felt semen ooze out of both her vagina and rectum.

“Getting it from two guys at once his hot, but damn, I should have remembered it makes it hard to walk afterward” Bonnie said to no one in particular.

Tina stood at the open door with her hand out. The still wet semen shone in the light across many parts of her naked body. “Looks like you are as sticky as I am” she said as she took Tina’s hand.



Down below, Cooper and the others had moved to the swimming pool some time ago. With Walter watching him fuck his wife, Cooper didn’t last ten minutes before his arousal became uncontainable and he felt surge after surge of semen filling Amy. What made it even harder to stay in control was that while she rode him she gave an explicit account of how she and one of their neighbors had fucked her right in their bed just last week when she had a day off. She told her husband “Remember you said the sheets were wet and I said I had spilled Sprite on the bed. Well that was where I had sat up and Carl Hamilton’s semen had dripped out of me.” Clearly Walter wasn’t too upset because he stroked his woody and watched intently as she rode Cooper.



Once he had cum, Cooper realized how it had become in the enclosed hot tub room and suggested they head outdoors to the pool. It was there, in the pool that Bonnie found her husband some time latter. The cold dry air griped her skin as she crossed the large area of pebbled cement before entering the foggy air that floated above the water. The pool had a good twenty people relaxing in the steaming warm water in groups of four and five. Only one couple, two women, were making out, the rest were just talking. She waved to Heather, Brian and Mandy who were talking to someone she didn’t know. The warm water felt great as she waded deeper into the water. Wading up to Cooper she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the neck.



With her mouth to his ear she whispered “So husband, have you been having a good time?”



“Let’s say it’s been unusual” He whispered back.



“You getting tired”?



“Yea, a little.” He answered “I hate it we got split up. It really isn’t as fun doing this with out you”



Bonnie appreciated the sentiment. Thought a moment, then although she was tired and was about to suggest they get ready to leave, said “Do you want me to grab someone for a threesome before we go?”



Cooper who was also getting a little tired said “I don’t know. What do you want to do?”



She was still standing behind him reached around and grabbed his penis. It was half hard. She wasn’t’ sure he was ready, so she tested him. She whispered “How about you and I take turns sucking on a hard cock. You can watch me suck it all down then I’ll watch you take the prick and suck hard. Then you can hold it while it slides into my sloppy cunt. Afterward you can eat the cum out of my pussy.” As she spoke she felt his penis swell, she knew he was ready. She looked around the pool for a likely candidate. She looked back over to the man with Heather, Brian and Mandy. She swam to the other side of the pool.

“Yea guys.”



Brian was first to respond “We to took a break from fucking long enough to be sociable”



Heather added “You were so hot on the dace floor. Even with these parties it is a turn on to see fucking right in the middle of the dancing.”

Bonnie was a bit embarrassed by the praise from what she considered three incredibly hot people. “Thanks, it was fun”



“So how many notches on you pussy tonight?” Brian persisted

It took her a moment to realize what he meant. “Five, plus Tina if girls count”

Heather laughed “Yes girls count. Six, you’ve been busy. Doesn’t that like increase your life time total by about 30%?”



“Yea, I guess it does. But I came over to talk to Mr. Kiser” Bonnie explained

“It’s Gunter” he said with a thick German accent “Call me Gunter” “Well Gunter” Bonnie said “My husband and I..”



“Here it comes” Heather said



”Number seven” Mandy joined



“. we would both like to suck that very nice looking dick..”



“Kind of straight forwarded of you” Mandy added



“...and then maybe you could fuck both of us.” She finished



The others laughed and Gunter said “how can I say no to that?” “OK, meet us in the hot tub room in five minutes”



The others continued hooting and making obscene comments as she swam to get Cooper.



With out telling him what she had said she got Cooper to follow. When they entered the hot tub room Gunter was there, but so was Heather, Mandy, Brian, and several others from the office that both Bonnie and Cooper recognized.

Bonnie walked right up the small crowed of people standing around the room that now seemed small. “So you want a show? OK I’ll give you one.” With that she took Gunter by the hand and led him to one of the slatted benches. After having Cooper get several towels from the cabinet, she laid one on the slats and one on ether side.



“OK, Gunter, just lay down and relax” Bonnie said and soon she began taking long strokes with her tongue on the shaft. Then she motioned for Cooper to follow suite. Together they took turns licking then mouth fucking him until Bonnie thought he might blow. The entire time their audience, who had now filled the hot tub, made suggestions and lewd comments. Bonnie, now a firm exhibitionist, played up the role. And when she finally mounted her prostrated friend, she put on a show worthy of the most celebrated porn star; grinding and moaning and squeezing her breasts.



“Cooper I want you to fuck my ass while I ride him” She said it plenty loud for every one to hear. Cooper, had never done DP with his wife jumped to look in the locker for some lube. He didn’t find any, and was surprised when she said he wouldn’t need any. She was right, his penis slipped right past the sphincter muscle with surprising ease. He didn’t yet know that she had not only had two different men in there in the last hour and one’s left plenty of semen to act as a lube for Cooper. But inside he had to share the space with Gunter’s cock which filled her. He could clearly feel the ridge of the head as he slowly stroked in and out. It felt so very good. He was glad he had cum already, her moaning and squirming still made holding off of cumming again incredibility difficult. If it weren’t for the fact that he had emptied the last drop of semen into Amy he would have cum no matter how he tried to resist.



For Bonnie’s part she made no effort to resist the building orgasm. She had resolved to show them orgasms if she had t fake it, but that was not necessary. Like exhibitionism, she decided that being fucked by two men at once was something she really enjoyed, though she would never have thought so until she had done it a few times. That first time with the men on the beach, she thought was a fluke, but now as she felt her husband standing behind her driving his penis into her ass while a stranger’s dick occupied her cunt, she knew this would make her cum. And she was cumming hard. She didn’t hold back on the scream that welled up within her as every muscle from her waist to her knees contracted at once. Clamping down hard on the twin shafts that filled her so much, she thought she couldn’t ever be so full again.



When she began to scream Cooper stopped momentarily, but when he made out the words “yyyyyeeeesss fuuuuukkkkk” he knew she was having an orgasm to remember. It was only then he realized that the sphincter mussel had now gripped his dick so tight he could hardly move it. And to both Cooper and Bonnie, it seemed the orgasm when on and on and on. Finally she fell to Gunter’s chest and said in a deathlike voice “Stop”, whereupon Cooper held his rigid tool still in her ass.

Laying there she knew why the French call orgasm’s the Petite Morte or little death, She had never in her life had an orgasm like that, and that that very moment she wasn’t sure she wanted another. She was oblivious to the cheers from the audience. She just wanted to breath and not move.



An hour later Cooper watched the endless parade of white stripes as he drove the car down the dark highway. They would get home before dawn, he thought, but not much before. They had hardly spoken since getting into the car. He was very tired but his mind was full of jumbled and conflicting thoughts. He tried sorting them out to say something articulate to Bonnie. The night had some fun moments, but also many things of concern. How could he rectify his revulsion at the fact the party had clearly been designed to use sex to help the LeMarco’s business. Not just sex in a vague theoretical since, but Martin had clearly set Bonnie and him up as de-facto prostitutes for rich and influential people. Not only had he and Bonnie been used, but Tina and a dozen other employees. No matter how liberal his view on sex were becoming, this was beyond the pale.

Bonnie who had been thinking the same types of things broke the long silence. “Well?”



”Well what?” he asked “Did you have fun?”



“Yea, I guess I did?”



“That’s an awfully tepid answer coming home from an orgy”



“The sex was fun, especially there at the end with you and that German guy. Yea, that was hot”



“Liked fucking my ass did you?” she cut in



“It’s not that.”



“So you didn’t like it, it seemed to me you really were getting into it, or were you faking?

“No, it felt great. But, what made it special was it was us doing him together. It was much better than the guy upstairs.”



Bonnie’s attention turned from the road ahead and looked over to her husband “The guy upstairs?”



“Yea, I got fucked by this lawyer woman’s boy toy while she watched” He said then gave a run down what had happened during and after the welcome song. He concluded by saying “There was something hot about being used for sex, but her attitude of superiority made me feel a little disrespected. So it was mixed bag. I certainly wouldn’t want to make someone else feel that way.”

“Wow” Bonnie said sarcastically “ My husband is a real slut puppy” “Yea, that’s right, people are lining up to fuck me, I’m the new sex symbol of Georgia.” Cooper chucked. “And what were you doing all night woman?” You just disappeared.

“Oh I danced for a long time. After a while I got hot and took off the dress and danced in my corset and stockings”



“But you didn’t wear panties” Cooper reminded her



“Nope, I was on full display” She rejoined with confidence “For a good hour everyone but me was clothed, It was so sexy to be the only one showing on the dace floor. Then when I finally got turned on enough I h got a guy move from dirty dancing to real fuck dancing I felt like the queen of the world.”

“Fuck dancing?”



“Yea. You’ve seen me bump and grind and how it looks like clothed sex. Well, I picked out this guy, you know him Richard Rice, I pulled out his prick and I danced with him with it in me. It was so hot. I came twice standing right there on the dace floor, and a few minutes latter sitting on another guy’s prick in a chair, but still in the room with the dancers.”



“So you did three guys tonight? Pretty busy of you.” Cooper said “Oh, I did six. Tina and I did three guys upstairs, but that wasn’t as fun. It’s not that they weren’t good, they were. And it isn’t’ like I don’t like doing it with Tina because I do. Oh, before I forget she will be spending the night next Friday. Tina picked out three guys she said were really good, and they were, It’s just I didn’t like the feeling I was competing with Tina. She is so good looking and so good in bed. I didn’t like being the extra while she was the star. I don’t mean to sound like a narcissist, but I like being the center of attention. That’s why I came so hard on the dace floor and even harder when you and Gunter were doing me together by the hot tub. I could have asked him to meet us in the house, but I wanted to be watched while I done by you and him at the same time. That is something else I definitely like, doing two guys at once. I like sucking while being fucked and even better like one in my pussy and one in my ass. I’m sure you could tell how easy your dick went in my ass that you weren’t the first in there.”



Cooper now realized why she didn’t need lube and it was so easy to enter her ass. But he said nothing as she continued “I got doubled twice in an hour by those guys. OK, I guess I did have fun, like I can’t even remember how many orgasms worth. By the time we were done both Tina and I were covered with sticky cold semen. It was sexy while we were fucking, but kinda gross by the time they guys were gone.”



Again they drove in silence for a good while then Cooper tried to articulate what he was thinking. “The sex was good, but I just didn’t like the fact that the point of the party was to make money for the LeMarco’s. It’s one thing to believe in sex as a fun party activity for adults, but to use sex as a tool for profit is jus not right. That what Amy and I talked about”

Bonnie cut him short “Amy who?”



“Amy Douglass, you know her, Walter’s wife, the art professor. We got to know each other better while you danced, and fucked, inside.” She nodded her head knowingly “And how well did you get to know her” a pang of jealousy hit her.

“We talked for a good two hours, she is really very interesting and she already knew what we found out about these parties.”

“and did you fuck her”



Cooper was a little flustered “Well yea, after a while. Does that upset you”

“No, just asking” she lied, because though she knew she had been much wilder than he, it bothered her that he was saying how interesting this woman was than he had fucked with out her being present.



Cooper thought it best to stick to the subject, but noted her obvious jealousy. “But I just am not comfortable with the premise of these business sex parities. I think that this undermines our whole belief that sex is not dirty and should be out in the open. By using people, he makes sex dirty and by hiding the fact it is business he reinforces the desire to make it secret.”



Bonnie was still a bit peeved about Amy so she challenged him “So are you saying we should just tell the world that we fuck around?” “I’m saying that Mr. LeMarco and his brand of free sex is as negative and shameful as the most anti-sex puritan or fundamentalist. They both have sex the way they want it, but use shame to keep it hidden. I’m saying it is time for a new voice of sexuality. The sexual revolution died out because it was based on hedonistic self pleasure, at the expense of others. Someone needs to articulate a new view of sex. A sex positive view, that also includes our Christian values of respect for others feelings and of responsibly. We are willing to consider homosexual clergy, but the sex part itself has not been brought out of the closet. The homo part is public but not the sexual part. That makes no sense. It’s not like we don’t have a sex saturated society, it’s just that we attach shame to what we do and drive it underground where it inevitably becomes dirty”



Bonnie was way too tired to get into a philosophical discussion “and what are you going to do about this world wide injustice?”



“I’m not sure, but I would like to have Amy over to discuss it.” He could see her tense up “She will be opening a major art exhibit that futures sexual art. She is looking for supporters in what will surely be an uproar over the fact she teaches at the University of South Carolina. I’m just pondering writing an article for The Methodist Social Chronicle to present some new ideas. She wants to break down the secrecy of our already sexually open society. Maybe we can start a dialogue.”



“Honey I’m just too tired to discuss this” Bonnie said with her eyes already closed.







END OF PART ONE

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