In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 71A

In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Socio-Political Novel

Book 4

Sexual Counterrevolutionaries

Chapter 71

On the Run

The panes of broken glass were repaired when Cooper made it home from meeting with Rev. McBride. Upon entering the house, he tried to deflect the questions about the broken windows that Tom Gaylord was repairing when Misty and Lamar had gotten home from school.  In the end, his effort to shield his children from the threat that Sonny Boyd presented failed. As much as he hated doing so, the only thing he thought would give them some peace of mind was to take them both out back to practice with his grandfather’s Colt .45 auto.

It actually didn’t take all that long to tack a couple of paper targets to trees and let each of them go through two magazines at a range of about ten yards. While for the first time, he provided Misty with the code for the weapon’s lock box, he did not do the same for Lamar. He just didn’t think his sixteen-year-old son had developed the maturity for that yet.  However, simply going through the exercise seemed to reassure them.

Gabby and Kelli arrived while they were in the backyard. While Lamar was shooting, Misty asked her if, during the hour or so before they left for the restaurant, she would help out her, Lamar and Kelli in putting together a photo set for tomorrow’s picture-viewing party. She explained she’d been sorting photos since the day they returned from St. Martin, but she still needed help to pull together the slide show. “And,” Misty said, “Last time you helped me, it was evident you have a good eye for composition, so if you could spare the time, I’d like your help.

When Misty had come home from school the day before, her new external hard drive had arrived from Amazon. She’d set it up and, through the night, files had been copied from her father’s PC to the new drive. After talking to her parents, it was decided to move all the nudes and sex photos, including the decades worth of digitized photos & videos taken by her parents off of the computer used by her father for work and onto the new external drive. Misty’s mom said she’d order a second external drive for Cooper to keep in the study while Misty would keep her new one in her room. That way there would be two copies of all the old material in case one was damaged, yet Cooper’s work computer would have no “adult material” on it. Including all of Misty’s photo and video files, and all of her parent's old nudes and sex videos, there was over half a terabyte of data… more than Misty could begin to wrap her head around. So it took all night to make the transfer.

Misty had taken so many photos in the eight months since she had bought her full-frame Nikon that she could not begin to go through them all before Friday. Yet, she’d promised to show the best glamour pictures she’d taken of each of the other twenty club girls (plus Everleigh, Naomi, and Mimi) going all the way back to JoAnne’s birthday party in September.  Fortunately, she’d already made crops and edits on all those photos, but still there were a lot of them. Each girl could have her own portfolio by now since most of the girls had posed for Misty more than once. But for a show including all twenty-four girls (including a self-portrait of herself), Misty decided to select the best two for each person. 

An additional advantage of using the new external drive was that Misty, Kelli, and Lamar were able to gather in the game room to work. Each person had a laptop and one directory at a time was transferred for them to work on. While Misty would have liked to do all the selections herself, there simply wasn’t time. Gabby was tasked with selecting the best photos for each of the ten (plus three) older girls from their nude & semi-nude photo shoots, no matter how many times they had posed for Misty over the year. Kelli was given the same task for the eleven younger girls. There were no frontal nudes of the new group of club members, but there were a number of what were called “apparent nudes,” which were photos where the model had no clothes on, but the sexual parts were hidden from view (mostly). Misty knew she pushed the limit on many of those photos, much like Heather’s photographers had when she was in high school. Lamar was given the task of selecting the best photos he had taken with the little waterproof camera, there were almost six hundred of them after Misty had culled and/or edited over the past few days so that everything left was legal. That left for Misty all of the St. Martin photos she’d taken. She’d been working on them since they got home on Saturday, but she still had a lot to do to make a manageable set.

 What slowed things down was how often the group of editors just couldn’t help but stop and show the group a photo they particularly liked. And Lamar got distracted when his sister began working on the photos from the last day on the beach with Emily. There were over a hundred very good “keeper” photos of him and Emily together… nearly all showed his hard-on or half-hard-on. Sure, some of those had other people in the background, but to Lamar that just made the photos better by showing that they were out in public naked.

Misty was impressed how well the photos taken of her and her mom by Honoré had come out. Many of those would certainly make it to her website. She liked to believe the quality of those photos was mostly due to her planning and her great directions. Even so, she had to pull out the very best of the shots of her and her mom on the ship and during their picnic, (and the best of the photos Honoré had taken of her and Corin having sex on the deck), which would take time.  At 6:30, Cooper told his kids and Gabby it was time to head out to meet Heather at the Bistro (Kelli had already left for a date with Cody).  

In Austin, Texas, rather than accepting an offer of lunch, after their morning presentations and round-table discussion, Bonnie and Gayle had headed right to the airport to fly to Los Angeles for the North American Lifestyle Convention. Bonnie had three sessions at that event. She would do the standard presentation and a forum, but she would also present the lecture on Sex Positive Parenting that she had written for her trip to Cancun. She’d made a few tweaks, but the only additional photo was one of the whole family taken on Orient Bay beach. Unlike the one due to be posted on her blog this week, this image was frontal, showing all four of them off fully. She could not help but notice that in the photo there were no “children,” even Lamar came across as a young man.

She and Gayle would have a booth (well actually a table) as well. The plan was that between the two of them, they would man it until 7:00 PM Thursday evening, and on Friday from 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM. On Saturday would be Bonnie’s parenting seminar and the forum on sexual politics (to which they were both invited guests).  Bonnie was glad that the convention in Texas had better prepared her to participate in that forum.

 From what Bonnie understood, there would be over 2,500 convention goers representing the leaders of the "Lifestyle" community across the US and Canada. Many of the attendees were club or resort owners as well as representatives of over a hundred local swinger clubs that did not have a physical location. She expected that she’d see at least a few people she already knew from her travels.  In less than a year she’d gone from small gatherings of a dozen or two, to almost exclusively doing universities and conventions. She thought she must be doing something right.

On the plane, Bonnie told Gayle, “Tonight we will shut our booth down at 7:00, afterward you are free to do as you wish. I already have dinner plans. While I’ve asked the people I’m meeting to reserve a seat for you at the restaurant, I won’t be offended if you want to explore on your own. You’ll be shocked at the price of meals in Los Angeles. Remember, until you get a company credit card, you just need to keep your receipts if you are not with me. We aren’t so formal as to have a set per diem.

Gayle just said that Amy had told her the same thing last week.

Bonnie went on, “After dinner, I will do a tour of the hospitality suites. I’d love to have you stay with me but don’t feel you are obligated to.”

Gayle said she’d want to stay with Bonnie all evening if she didn’t mind. Bonnie was happy to hear that. After a little while, Gayle came back to her experience last night. Not in the hotel room, but at the bar & grill with the students.  “The way they treated me, the way they looked at me. It was like they saw me as… as like part of a rock band. You are the star for sure, but they saw me as part. Last night, you described your life in high school as a wallflower, well I’ve been that wallflower my entire life. In college and grad school, I told people that I acted and dressed like an asexual out of a desire to be respected as an academic; but even as an undergrad, I knew I really did it out of insecurity. It was easier to act like I didn’t want to be noticed for my sexuality than to risk being rejected because I’m not pretty enough.”

“Not pretty enough?” Bonnie asked, “For what? You are a hot cutie for sure. And I know for a fact your husband agrees with me.”

Gayle just shook her head and continued, “You said something to me the night Orin and I had sex in front of you that has stuck with me… well you said a lot of things that have stuck with me, but one thing in particular. You said that to be sexually desirable is more about attitude than physical features. I thought you were just being nice, but my Tuesday night discussion groups about the FFF have made me believe it. By now, I’ve had sex with most of the regulars at least once. And I don’t think I’m bragging, but I’m quite sure that my partners enjoy their time in my bed quite a lot. As I told you last month, I write up field notes on each experience. I send out copies of those notes to all the group members on Sunday nights. Since in the notes, my partner is only identified by number, until the meeting, nobody knows who my partners that week were. Each Tuesday’s meeting begins by giving last week’s partners a chance to comment on what I wrote. If they don’t comment, nobody finds out who the notes are describing and we go right to the week’s topic. So, not only have I had sex with nearly all of the regular members, but all the group members read the explicit details about my sexual encounters with their peers each week.”’

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Orin and I have gone out with Isabel and Carl twice since my job interview. Both times we went to dinner and then to a Duluth hotel… actually the same hotel that we had our experiences with you. That location means a lot to all four of us. Both times we started with Isable and I making love before I got into one bed with Carl and Orin got into the other bed with Isabel. Both times have been terrific, and now the four of us are planning a getaway weekend to a lake cabin. They have become good friends. I talk to Isabel on the phone a couple of times a week now.”

Bonnie smiled broadly, “I’m happy to hear that. I really liked them. One of the hard things about this job is I meet couples like that with whom I really hit it off, but I know I will be unlikely to see them again at least until the next year at that conference.”

Gayle nodded, “Well, they certainly haven’t forgotten about you. Isabel is jealous that I’m going to be with you for three weekends in a row. I told her that I expected we’d be sleeping together each time… I hope that wasn’t presumptuous.”

“No, not at all. I really wanted to go to your hotel room the night of your interview, but I thought that would be inappropriate given the circumstances.”

“I understood. But now, in my discussion group, pretty much everyone sees me as both a respected academic and as a sexually desirable woman. That is new to me. I mean I have never, ever had people look at me like they are dying for another chance to jump into bed. A week from Saturday, we are planning an experiment with social sex.  That day, according to our itinerary you and I will be flying home just after noon, so I should be able to get to the hotel by 6:00 PM, which is when the event is set to start.  Even if I’m late, it will be OK  because Orin is going to talk to the group about how watching his wife having sex with other people has impacted on his view of our marriage. I think that is an important topic. Then he’s going to give a talk on how to take field notes while observing sexual encounters as a preparation for the night’s activities.  As planned, I will be the first to engage in sex, with the first guy I had over to our apartment back in January. While we are doing it, the others will observe and take notes. Afterward, everyone but Orin will get naked and stay naked until 1:00 AM when the experiment is set to end. Orin will stay to take notes on everything he sees, both the sex and non-sexual interactions.”

“The idea is that by agreeing that everyone will stay naked from 8:00 PM till the end, for five hours, it will not all be sex… the idea is that at least two people will be having sex most of the time, but it won’t be like an orgy… though if one happens organically I won’t try to stop it. Everyone should get two or three opportunities to observe and take notes and there will be a lot of discussion as all of us will have sex in a social environment.”

Bonnie was amused at how clinical she made it all seem. It was just the way Gayle approached everything.

“We have a two-room suite and eleven of my successful prior sexual partners are planning to be there. Plus, next Wednesday, a couple who has been coming to the meetings for the last month will be coming over to our apartment for the first time. So we could have as many as fourteen participants, including me. Of course, nobody will be asked to do anything they are not comfortable with.  Then the next Tuesday, for our final meeting for the semester, we will compare notes and discuss how to write an ethnographic paper about the experiment. Oh, and one of the group members has a friend who is a talented sketch artist and it looks like she will be there to make sketches of everything she sees.”

“Well,” Bonnie said, “I’m looking forward to the paper.”

Gayle added, “Last week when I was in Boston with Amy, she said that she is going to talk to the board about creating a publishing arm of the FFF to disseminate relevant writing. Not just my book which was already going to be an FFF publication, but we’d like to work toward a quarterly journal. I think she’s going to ask you to do some writing on your experiences with non-monogamy, like some of the things you put in your blog. And naturally, the journal will feature things like your husband’s writings as well.”

That was news to Bonnie, but she reasoned, this was why they’d brought Gayle on board, to provide an additional academic presence. With that in mind, a full-fledged journal might be exactly what they need. She asked, “And I suppose she’s going to want me to write up how three years of non-monogamy has impacted my marriage?”

“Oh, yes. We’ve already talked about that.”

Bonnie had not before considered how the addition of Gayle would change the dynamic of the FFF office. It had started as just her and Amy, now they had an office manager and an academic. She had to tell herself it was inevitable that as they grew, she would be less central to the organization.

Gayle went on, “But… as I was saying, last night was the first time I’d been treated by people I did not know as someone who is sexually desirable. That was an exciting experience for me… and a little frightening. I know you’ve been seen as a sexual dream girl since you were in college at like nineteen years old. I’m twenty-six and it was a first for me.  You don’t know how hard it was to go out with my shirt unbuttoned like that. I’ve never, ever done anything like that before. Two months ago, I started going braless to my discussion group meetings and that was hard. But they noticed and it solidified them seeing me as something of a sex symbol to our group. Then last week with Amy, I wore the same shirt I had on last night. I’m sure you could tell how thin it was and how it draped over my breasts showing them off. But last week I didn’t unbutton it like I did last night.”

Bonnie quipped, “And I noticed you buttoned it up when we went to dinner.”

“Yea, I was more than a little self-conscious. But, I unbuttoned it again in the lecture hall and didn’t do it up again all night.”

With a smile, Bonnie said, “And you unbuttoned it down to your belly button afterward, while we sat around and talked to the students. You had to know your breasts were often fully visible.”

Gayle looked sheepish, “Yea, right off I saw the students trying to look into my shirt, both male and female. So I just helped them see what they wanted to see. So yea, I know everyone at the table, and our waiter and pretty much anyone walking by who looked could plainly see at least one boob. But what was I to do when you took off your jacket with the see-through shirt? I didn’t want to seem like a frump. It was a total rush the looks they were giving me. It’s like I could have invited any one of them back to my room and they would have thought I did them an honor. Is it often like that when you travel?”

“Yes, it is,” Bonnie said. “What happened to you is pretty normal for me. I’ve been getting that from the beginning… well not quite, it wasn’t until I added the photos of me having sex that I realized that pretty much anyone who hung around after my lecture would come to my room if I asked. Oh, before I forget, While it was cool for you to bring a single guy back to the room last night, and as long as we are rooming together it will be OK; but I almost never invite a single man to my room. Not that I wouldn’t like to bang some of the guys I see lusting over me, but for safety sake, it's not a good idea.”

Gayle nodded, “I can see that. So is that why you almost always invite couples to your room?”

Bonnie said it was, then she began briefing Gayle on what to expect at the swinger’s conference. They continued to talk the entire flight, with Bonnie relaying some of her experiences at other swinger events.  Gayle particularly liked her story of baiting the guy into fucking her bent over her display table with his girlfriend (and a hall full of people) watching.

Bonnie called home in the cab on their way to the convention’s hotel. Due to the time differential, she caught Cooper in the car with Misty, Lamar, and Gabby. Naturally, since he was driving, he sent the call through his car’s speaker system. And in the cab,   Gayle was right beside Bonnie so she too put the call on speaker. Right off Bonnie apologized to Cooper for not returning his call last night, saying she didn’t have a free moment until late, then she gave him a brief rundown on the night… including how Gayle brought a guy to the room with her.

Cooper had met Gayle once, at her interview with the FFF board and she’d certainly not come across like someone who would do anything like that.

Misty, who was sitting in the front seat with her father said, “Good for her. When are you going to bring her home so we can meet her?”

In the cab, Gayle mouthed “Who is that?”

Rather than answering, Bonnie said, “Oh, Misty, I didn’t know you were in the car.”

“Yea, me and Lamar and Gabby. We are on our way to meet Heather for dinner.”

“Of course,” Bonnie said, “I should have realized that. It’s easy to forget that we are three hours behind you.”

Cooper had to bring the mood down by giving his wife a brief overview of the events in the hot tub last night and the fallout today. While he wanted to put a positive spin on it, the issue of the McBride’s taking the punishment for their actions was hard to discuss, let alone make it seem anything less than tragic.

Heather was waiting when Cooper and the kids arrived at the Bistro. He was amused (but not really surprised) to see how taken Gabby was with Heather from the very first. She seemed to hang on to the exceptionally attractive young woman’s every word. Heather in turn, hung on Misty’s words as she told about her photo shoot with Borris Ujinko. When she was done telling about the day, Misty said, “Heather, I knew you would be green with envy when you heard all of that.”

Heather smiled, “You had it right. I am green with envy. Though to be honest, just under two years ago, when I first went to Atlanta to be a model, I turned down several nude gigs, though I don’t think I’d do that today.”

Misty asked, “So are you still up for modeling for me… for my website.”

Heather nodded, “Oh yes. I talked to Martin and Brian about it with regard to my job and such, and they said it would be OK with them as long as I just do glamour nudes and no sex stuff. Not that Martin didn’t do several sex shoots of me while on the San Dinero the other week, but he means I shouldn’t post sex pics of me online.”

Misty answered, “I understand. Borris offered me an erotic gig in the Caribbean during the summer. He wants me to work with one of the models I was with in St. Martin and a male model she’s worked with before. As you know I don’t have any moral qualms about having sex on camera with a professional model, that is what I did on my birthday. But, to be honest I don’t think my artistic vision and what I want my public image to be would be helped by that kind of shoot with Borris. I’d rather find my own models and set up my own sex shoots. If I set the lights and such, my brother or my mom would do a good job behind the camera.”

Heather seemed to understand and then asked, “Will all the erotica be of you, or will you have other models?”

Misty took a moment to find the right words before saying, “While I’ve made the decision to have artistic erotic photos of me on the site, I’m struggling with whether I’ll accept the offer from a couple of my friends to do the same. I’m going to use those photos of me as a political statement even though I understand there may be long-term consequences. For me, it's not about getting attention or becoming some sort of sex symbol, it's about pressing forward with the message of bodily freedom.”

Cooper was glad to hear that his daughter had thought out her choices for the new website. While he was proud of her courage, he could not help but have some concern that her choices now would come back to bite her later.

Heather replied, “When I was with the LeMarco’s all week, I talked about those very things with all of them, including Mandy and Judy. As you know I’ve been posing nude for Janice since last summer when we shot at your house on the 4th of July. She’s not only used my photos on her online portfolio but has sold prints to the same collectors who buy the nudes she shoots of my mother.”

Misty interrupted her, “Your mother is a nude model too?”

Heather cocked her head, “Your mother hasn’t told you about all that? About Mom posing nude for the same people who shot me in lingerie when I was in high school?”

Misty shook her head, “Mom is really good at keeping confidences. Unless you tell her that she can share something, Mom won’t. So, no I had no idea your mother did nude modeling.”

“Oh, OK. Well, it’s a long story, but yes my mother has done nude modeling for years, but my dad doesn’t know anything about it, just like he doesn’t know she’s been cheating on him… well nearly the entire twenty years they have been married. Janice acts like Mom’s agent. She sells Mom’s prints, and now mine too to collectors. Well, the ones she takes and the ones mom and I have done with Kevin Goodman as well. But unlike Mom’s photos, my nudes are now on both of their online portfolios.”

Misty put in, “I assumed that Janice had used the photos she’d done at our house on her website, but I didn’t know you’d posed for someone else.”

“I think I told you that I’ve been posing effectively in the nude since I was in 9th grade… well actually I started doing that the summer before. But I guess I didn’t make clear that in addition to Janice, Mom let me pose that way for a male photographer too, Kevin. However, it's only been in the last year he and Janice have been putting photos online that show my girl parts. Since I don’t believe that tasteful glamour nudes pose a long-term hindrance to my goals, you posting photos of me on your new website is fine. It might be different if I wanted to be a public school teacher, but that is not my career path. But of course, I doubt your little website will give you anything like the exposure you’ll have on the Modern Glamour website. Borris Ujinko has millions of followers.”

Misty nodded, “Yes, for me the die has been cast and it's too late for me to back out. For good or bad, I’m a professional nude glamour model now. The only question I have is will my first set of nudes come out on Borris’s site before I graduate from high school.”

Heather grinned, “I want you to know I’m green with envy.”

Misty laughed and said, “Life is funny. I didn’t set out to be a model and I’ll be seen all over the world without any effort on my part.”

Heather nodded, and then said, “Oh, I also talked to Martin and Judy about you doing my photo shoot at their home. Judy said she would be happy to host such an event and she agreed with me that you should take the opportunity to shoot some of your friends at the same time. Their place is ideal for that kind of photo.”

  “Thanks for asking them for me. I’d love to shoot there. Perhaps one Saturday in June… or perhaps one weekday afternoon after I’m done with my internship since we will both be in Atlanta.”

The longer they talked over dinner, the more Gabby became involved. Misty took the opportunity to tell her, “I’m happy for you and David Beesly. He’s really a nice guy.”

Gabby looked uncomfortable for a moment then said, “It's not that Lamar and I are ending our relationship, but we are putting it on the back burner for a while. I will always have feelings for your brother, he has been so good to me, well your whole family has. From the very start, you acted like I belonged at your house.”

Misty replied, “Well since Mom is not here, I will speak for her and say you are always welcome at our place. We have thoroughly enjoyed having you over this year.”

Cooper seconded, “She’s right. You are part of the family, so anytime you want, you just come on over. We will be opening the pool soon, so you can feel free to bring David over too.

Gabby smiled, “Lamar told me the same thing. I really appreciate it.” She seemed to think and then added, “I have no doubt that David would jump at the chance to come over here with me… even if we don’t go skinny dipping.”

Misty came back, “Oh, I’m sure we can arrange for you to have that opportunity too.”

A little while later, Heather asked Misty, “Did your mother tell you about what my mom did before Spring Break?”

Misty said she didn’t.

“Well….” Heather said taking a pause, “The Friday before my Spring Break, I had to stop by the house on the way to Atlanta for the week. When I got there, I found my mother in my bedroom, having sex with my boyfriend.”

Gabby’s hand came to her mouth in shock, but Misty just laughed. Though her parents had not shared with their children about Heahter’s relationship with her mother, it was not nearly as shocking to Misty as it was to Gabby.

“I’ve been covering for Mom cheating on my dad since I was fourteen. I mean, after I did semi-nude shoots starting in like 9th grade; time and time again I gave Mom time to have sex with my photographer before we went home. And even before that, after I’d posed in lingerie and stuff, Mom would do shoots not just posing, but masturbating for the camera. So after all these years, when I walked in on Allen fucking Mom, it didn’t bother me at all, and she knew that. After all, I’d told her how much I’d enjoyed watching Allen with Bonnie back in February.”

Heather seemed to think for a moment then turned to Gabby, “Oh, I hope I’m not freaking you out. I forget most people aren’t used to this kind of stuff.”

With a smile, Gabby said, “Oh, no, not at all. I’ve been coming over to their house almost every Thursday since the fall. So, I’m used to it. I’ve been in the hot tub, naked, with their whole family. And twice Mrs. C. had someone in her bed when I got to their house after school. With her bedroom door wide open, Lamar and I could plainly see what she was doing when we went to the kitchen. That first time I didn’t know what to think. Lamar just stopped for a minute before going into the kitchen to watch his mom sucking the dick of a younger man. So, what could I do? I stood with him and watched too. He said the man was in the Sunday School class Mr. C. teaches. Afterward, we talked and Mrs. C. let me know that it didn’t bother her at all that we had seen her. So, the second time, it was with a different guy and I actually asked Lamar if we could watch for a good while. She even saw us and smiled at me as she was getting on top of him.”

Heather nodded, “Yea, I can see Bonnie doing that. Well after I caught Mom and Allen, I was all prepared to tell him that it was fine with me if he and Mom had a thing, but Mom didn’t want me to do that. She wanted me to lead him to believe I was angry about it. He thinks he is cheating on me with Mom. At this very moment, while Mom is supposedly out shopping, she is actually screwing Allen in his apartment. He has no idea I know.”

Cooper asked, “Let me get this right. Allen doesn’t know that you know he is having an affair with your mother… but while you know, your father has no idea his wife is cheating on him with his daughter’s boyfriend. Right?”

Heather nodded.

Misty spoke up, “That’s a mess. Not that your mom is fucking your boyfriend, that’s kinda hot, but that you are lying to him about how you feel about it… and that your mom is doing it behind your dad’s back.”

Heather nodded again, “Yes, it is a mess. And I hate it. But, as much as I care about Allen and how well we get along, he’s never really known what I do. Yes, he knows I’m Brian LeMarco’s mistress, and of course, he watched me making love with your father. But he has no idea that I’m a modern-day courtesan. He doesn’t have a clue I have sex with men for the company to secure contracts or, as I did two weeks ago, to help recruit a talented new architect.”

Misty asked “How did you do that? I mean help recruit a new architect?”

“Oh, initially I gave his wife her first sapphic experience, then we pulled him in. According to what Judy told me, the husband has been promised me, as a sort of signing bonus. He’s been told that I’ll be spending an afternoon or evening with them a couple of times a month for the foreseeable future.”

Gabby was horrified, “You were promised as a signing bonus? Like you are company property?”

Heather nodded, “Yes. But you need to know that if I’d not hit it off with the couple, or things turn sour, the LeMarco’s won’t make me have sex with them. So I still have agency, but it is the agreement I made when I signed on. And I’m good with it.”

Misty thought she should step in, “Gabby, we all make choices about how we use our bodies. What Heather does is not really much different than what my mother is doing. Back in September, she started having sex at the swing clubs and other venues she speaks at as an adjunct to her lectures. She has sex with people to support the content of what she says. It's no different than why she has those photos up in the playroom at my house.”

Gabby seemed to think for a moment then she nodded and said, “OK, I get it. I knew, everyone in the youth group knows your parents have sex with other people; but seeing those photos the first time, it was like it made it real. By putting it all out there for us to see, she was proving the stuff she said in Youth Group was more than just empty words. By now, I’m sure every single person in Youth Group knows all about those pictures.”

Misty nodded in agreement then went on, “And it's not just the pictures. Like you said, you’ve been at my house while my mom is having sex with men other than my dad with the bedroom door wide open. Wasn’t that also showing you she lives what she says? You said yourself that she wasn’t bothered that you saw her. And thanks to DJ Connely’s big mouth, everyone has also heard all about the fact both my parents have sex with his parents. I think you would agree that all those things just reinforce what she teaches about sex in Youth Group?”

Gabby nodded.

Misty continued, “And it's not just my mom making those choices. I’ve already done two photo shoots of me having sex, and I intend to put them on my website sometime in the next few months. I will be using my body to reach my goals, which is no different than what my mom does or what Heather does. The truth is, we women have needed to use our sexuality to our advantage forever. So, I think Heather is a great role model for the Euro-Club girls. Not that we need to follow her exact career path, but that she is willing to say that she’s a courtesan without apology. She stands proudly behind her choices because that is what works for her.”

Heather turned to Misty, “Thank you. Your support, just like the support I get from your parents, helps me more than you can imagine.”

After dinner, Cooper asked Misty to drive his car home with her brother and Gabby, while he rode with Heather. Not surprisingly, as soon as they were inside, Lamar and Gabby went up to his room. Misty went back to the game room to finish the project.

She was still at it when Gabby came back downstairs and into the game room nearly two hours later. She gave Misty a start when she tapped her on the shoulder. She glanced at the time at the bottom of her screen. It read 10:30. Where had the time gone?

Sheepishly Gabby asked, “Misty, this will be my last time over here for at least a little while. Can I have a kiss before I go?”

The request was totally unexpected. As long as Gabby had been coming over she’d never given any indication she’d wanted to be sexual with Misty. However, she saw no reason not to say yes. Turning her stool to the right, she instinctively spread her legs so that Gabby could get close. The kiss started tentatively, but Gabby wrapped her arms around Misty and kissed hard and deep.

For a moment Misty was taken aback, but then she understood what was going on. Gabby’s mouth didn’t just taste like the residue of Lamar’s cum, there were actual strings of semen in her mouth. Gabby had deliberately come to the game room to share what Lamar had just given her right before she’d come down the stairs. Instantly, she knew her brother had put Gabby up to this. But that didn’t keep her from doubling down and wrapping her arms around the girl as they continued kissing for close to five minutes.

When Misty broke the kiss, she was rather pleased to see Gabby’s eyes were glazed over, and that the girl did not pull away from her.

“That was…” Gabby said trying to catch her breath, “Lamar’s idea.”

Softly, Misty replied, “Yes, I know.”

“But I’m glad I did. Really glad. That was unbelievably hot. He’s told me how Sarah has been sharing his cum with you since the end of the summer, but I never realized why… until now. That was amazing.”

“I’m glad you liked it. So did I.” Then, Misty put her lips to Gabby’s again, but not for quite so long. This time when they broke the kiss, Misty whispered in Gabby’s ear, “Just to let you know next time you and Lamar are together, just as I do with Sarah, you can ask me to lick it off of your body… any place he leaves his jizz… any part whatsoever.” Then Misty kissed her on the cheek and let her go.

Gaby just stood there with a stunned look, and Misty just smiled at her. When she didn’t move or say anything, Misty asked, “Does Dave understand that you plan to keep making love to my brother, even if it’s not every week like it has been?”

“Yes… well I think so. He knows I’ve told Lamar that he and I are a couple now, and he knows I’m here tonight. But, no I’m not totally sure he understands I’m not going to stop having sex with Lamar. You have to know that I love your brother so much, even if I’m going to be Dave’s girlfriend.”

“Yes, I know Lamar knows the score, but you need to make it clear to Dave. And what about Hannah and Troy, are you still going to be sleeping with them too?”

“Yea, I see what you are saying. I can’t just assume he understands.”

Misty replied, “No, he is not a Euro Club guy yet. Would you like me to ask one of the older Euro Club boyfriends to talk to Dave after Youth Group? Maybe someone like Kurt. I think they know each other and JoAnne is very sexually active with a good many partners. I think he would be able to explain how it works.”

Gabby seemed to think about what Misty was proposing, then nodded, “Yes. I think that would be good. Then afterward I can let him know I’ll be setting up an afternoon for Troy and Hannah to come to my house. I’m pretty sure that my mother knows Hannah and I have moved from being best friends to lovers, and I think she’ll let the three of us play in my room after school one afternoon this week.” She paused then added, “But I might have to explain the idea of non-exclusive relationships to her. That I’m not looking forward to, but I think my mom will hear me.”

Misty nodded and said, “Sounds like a plan.” Then she kissed Gabby one more time and again whispered, “Remember next time I’ll lick it off anywhere he leaves it.”

Gabby smiled, then left.

After she was gone, Misty decided to take a break. She found her father and Heather on the living room sofa, talking. Unsurprisingly, they were naked, but they had a throw blanket over their laps and legs. Misty hadn’t even gone upstairs since they’d come home, so she was still fully dressed when she slipped into her father’s recliner and asked, “Have you heard from Mom?”

Her father replied, “She sent a text just a little while ago. It seems she and Gayle just shut down their booth and are going to dinner with friends. Remember she’s on the west coast so there is a three-hour time differential. After they eat, they are going to do a tour of the hospitality suites.”

“What is a hospitality suite?” Misty inquired.

“They are a normal part of conventions. At the conventions I’ve been to, it is where companies, often big construction firms or manufacturers, rent out rooms and put on a sort of reception to make contact with people like me. Normally there is free booze and very good finger food. It is an important part of going to a convention. Business, even at the level of LeMarco & LeMarco is very much about personal relationships, and those hospitality suites are where many relationships begin.”

Heather snorted, “The convention your mother is at is a swinger’s convention, so, I’m sure there will be more than just food and booze served.”

Cooper chuckled, “Oh, I’ve been to hospitality suites that offer flesh as well. I never indulged, but for many men, strippers or even a high-end prostitute is a very strong inducement to do business.”

Misty knew that it went without saying that part of Heather’s job was essentially a version of what her father had just described. What she’d not expected was for her father to say, “And, it’s not so different than what Martin does. His trips on the San Dinero and the big parties he hosts, like the one we went to after our cruise, are in effect offering up his employees… well his wife and his daughter-in-law as well, to important people for the same reason.  Misty, I’m not sure if you fully understand what that party was. The night of the after-cruse party, both your mother and I were served up as pleasure bribes to people Martin wanted something from. It wasn’t until afterward that we realized we’d been prostituted out, both of us. Now, the truth is, we both enjoyed our experience servicing Martin’s business contacts, so it wasn’t the sex per se that bothered us. It was that he created circumstances where we were used by him, without even knowing we were until after the fact.”

Heather put in, “For me it was different. From the very first I knew Brian was using me. I never was under the delusion that my affair with him was more than transactional. When I was invited to go on the San Dinero that first time, I knew why I was there. What I didn’t understand was that I wasn’t there just to entertain Brian, but to be passed around for everyone to use. At the time I hadn’t realized my mother had deliberately raised me to be a courtesan, but it was on that trip I accepted that was what I was, even if I didn’t yet understand how I got there.” She turned to kiss Misty’s dad, and added, “But there were two people on that boat who didn’t see me as a party favor. And I love them both for it. I don’t know how it would have turned out for me without them.” 

Cooper pulled Heather tight, then said, “I decided to leave the firm after that. It was not so much that your mother and I had been acting as Martin’s whores for a night. You know what I think of DeeDee and she fully identifies as a prostitute. While it is true that we freely had sex with the people he wanted us to, we were not coerced; yet he planned in advance to offer us as sex bribes without our consent. Neither your mother nor I like the way he uses sex as nothing more than a commodity.”

There were a couple of minutes of silence before Misty decided to shift the subject and said, “Well, Gabby is gone.”

Heather looked over at Misty, “She is really sweet. I think it is great how your club is so good about changing relationships. A lot of guys would be clinging to her, especially a girl as pretty as Gabby is. But I didn’t get that from your brother at all.”

Her dad then asked, “Are you about done with your project?”

“Yea, I’ve got the set of pictures from our trip all put together on a flash drive. I still want to go through the collection of glamour photos of the club girls one more time. But then I’ll clean up all the laptops so that the pic files are only on the external drive. Then I’ll  password-protect it so no one can open it up without permission.”

“Sounds like a plan. So, my work PC is now clean too?”

“Yep.”

“So,” Heather asked, “Do I get to see the pictures from your trip?”

Misty got up and said, “Sure, that’s a good idea. I can present the whole set and you can let me know if my narration doesn’t sound right.”

In showing and narrating the photos, Misty was quite pleased at how it had all come together. When she was done, she went back to the game room to wrap things up. It only took another half an hour, which was good since it was getting late for a school night. So as to have it all nearby for the picture viewing tomorrow, she just stashed the portable hard drive and two thumb drives in the little cabinet under the gaming table.

It was close to midnight when Misty headed up the stairs. Suddenly she wished that Caitlin was there. She’d not spent the night since the family got back from the Caribbean. Between working at her father’s shop regularly and her new boyfriend, she suspected she’d not have Caitlin in her bed every week as it had been. Misty was happy for her best friend in the world… but she still missed her. She liked having someone in the bed. She was looking forward to Mimi being with her tomorrow night… Mimi and Lamar.

Passing her brother’s room, she looked in and saw him lying in bed, doing something on his tablet. Without any forethought, she said, “Would you like to sleep with me tonight?”

He looked up with big eyes, “Really?”

Misty nodded, “I’m tired so we won’t do anything, but it would be nice feeling you next to me.”

He was up in a flash. Since he’d had sex with Gabby earlier, it was not surprising he was nude. Even as he was standing up, Misty could see his penis was half hard. That response prompted her to reiterate, “Tomorrow night we will test the boundaries of our new relationship, but tonight I just want you with me. Is that OK?”

As he followed Misty to her room, Lamar said, “Yea, I get it. It’s already midnight. But thanks for inviting me to be with you.”

In her room, Misty casually undressed and slid into bed saying, “Just get in behind me and snuggle up.” She lay on her right side facing the wall as she normally slept. Lamar followed. She could feel the heat from his body even before he touched her.

She lifted her head so he could put one arm under it, and then reaching back, pulled his left arm over her body. He pulled close, snuggling up to her. His erection pressed between the lower part of her butt cheeks, exactly the place it would be if they planned on fucking in spoons. However, he was tense and didn’t seem to know where to put his left hand. As she’d done in St. Martin, she placed his palm squarely on her breast. She felt his body relax and he scooted to find a more comfortable position. Even though they weren’t going to do anything sexual tonight, she liked feeling his erection on her. Misty actually didn’t have very much experience sleeping with a guy in her bed and she liked the idea that she could now just ask Lamar to join her like this. 

She closed her eyes. She had decided they would just go to sleep like this when she felt him beginning to use his thumb to gently stroke her nipple. She liked that and… and, yes he was moving his erection, slowly rubbing it on her. Very slowly and very gently. She wasn’t even sure he realized he was doing it. It was very nice. Yes, this was what she wanted even if she’d not realized it. She wanted to feel the warmth of his skin on hers.

She just lay and enjoyed. However, after a few more minutes, the gentle moving had become a distinct motion. There was no question he was now humping her…. slowly and softly, but he was humping her. Did she mind? No. She was honest with herself and admitted it was what she’d expected when she’d chosen to sleep in this position with him. And it was more like a caress than grinding. It felt good… loving.

Without turning her head, she said softly, “Thank you for keeping me company tonight. This is very nice.”

“Thank you for inviting me,” he replied, his lips right on the base of her neck. He followed up with several light kisses. It all felt good enough it was no longer possible to ignore the wetness inside of her. All she had to do was reposition her hips and he would slide right in. If she was going to stop this, now was the time. But she was not going to do that, but neither was she going to move for him to enter her. She’d been thinking about inviting him to sleep with her all week so as to show that they could sleep together without having sex. This was the time they would do that.

His slow movements continued: his thumb on her nipple and his cock moving between her ass cheeks. She attempted to focus on the sensual pleasure, not the sexual stimulation. But it was hard to ignore her rising arousal. To help divert herself, she quietly said, “Thank you for sending Gabby to share your jizz with me. We both enjoyed it.”

Into her neck, he answered, “I thought you would, and she was excited about doing it. After she was dressed, she sucked me off right before she headed down the stairs. I’m glad to hear she enjoyed it too.”

Misty added, “She did. After we kissed for quite a while, I let her know that next time I’d be happy to lick it off her body, anywhere you put it.”

She felt her brother give a silent laugh. Then a minute later she added, “But, you know with our new arrangement, we don’t have to wait for one of your girls to share it with me.”  She waited to see if he would respond. Since she was facing away from him, she had a hard time guessing what the silence meant.

Haltingly he asked, “Do you mean that I can shoot on your body if I ask, or do you mean I could cum in your mouth?”

She smiled, though he could not see. She’d been thinking about this for several days. Her answer was, “Both things, but not tonight.”

His slow thrusting of his dick between her buns faltered a moment, then resumed. “But,” he said, “I thought you said we couldn’t have oral sex?”

Slowly she said, “I said you couldn’t put your tongue or fingers inside of me, but I don’t see why you can’t if you want, lick the outside parts of my vulva… lick, kiss, or suck the outside parts. Would you like that? Not tonight, but perhaps tomorrow night you and Mimi could share me.”

“Yea, of course I’d like that. If you think it’s OK.” She could feel his thrusting speeding up.

An idea popped into Misty’s head: a way this little talk could end on a positive note, yet she could get to sleep soon. She said, “If you want to use it, there is some lube on my end table, I don’t mind at all if you finish up before we go to sleep.”

Lamar seemed to take a few seconds to understand what she meant. Then he let go of her to turn over to face the end table. While he was putting lube on his erection, she slipped her right hand between her legs. When he rolled back, she felt the cool slickness of his cock easily slide fully into the cleft between her ass cheeks. She moved slightly to give him a better angle to dry fuck her. Yes, that was what she was inviting him to do, and she knew it. Because of that reality, she reminded him, “But don’t stick it in me. It would be all too easy to have an accident with you lubed up like that.” She thought, then added, “and even if we were fucking, I don’t like it in my ass. I’m not Mom”

“I won’t,” he answered. “But it is Bailey I ass fuck every Sunday, not Mom.”

Misty thought that a very odd comment, but when he moved into what seemed to her to be a very practiced routine, it occurred to her that he might be doing something that Bailey likes. It certainly was less casual than what he’d been doing before he got the lube. In his new position, slightly lower down her ass, the base of his shaft pressed on her perineum and slid over the sensitive opening to her rectum. And it felt really, really good. She’d never had a guy do this before. He was pressing in just hard enough so that she could feel him sliding across the outside of her anus. She might not like ass fucking, but she did like the sensitive part to be played with, and he was playing with it in a way she’d never experienced.

 After he’d worked up a distinct rhythm, he reached back around and began playing with her breasts again. Once he’d found the position he wanted, he seemed to move into autopilot. Misty had not planned on having sex or anything like it tonight, but this felt all the world like she was having sex… but she wasn’t about to stop. She unintentionally let out a soft moan of pleasure.

From behind her, Lamar said, “Sarah and I did this a lot before we started screwing. And now I do it with Bailey. Usually, after I’ve warmed her ass up with my fingers but before I put my cock in.”

There was no question, it did feel good. Her little brother really did have a set of skills that Misty had not appreciated. All the stuff she’d heard and discounted now took on a new meaning. She doubted he realized she’d begun stroking her clit with two fingers. Since she couldn’t just stop, but she did want to go to sleep, she decided to make sure he came sooner rather than later. She went back to what she’d been talking about. “So, since you can lick my labia and clit, there is no reason why I can’t play with your penis is there?”

“No, I guess not,” he said. She could tell his arousal was rising.

“Or, lick it and play with it until you climax for me. Perhaps I could bring you off in the shower one morning”

Now his words came a little breathy as he said, “I’d love that.”

“And in that case, when you cum, I see no reason why I can’t put my lips around the head when you ejaculate… so you shoot it right into my mouth. Not mouth fucking, but using my hand to get you off, but putting the head in far enough to capture your jizz where it doesn’t get wasted.” She knew what she was saying, and he did too. The truth was she was describing half of the times she’d sucked off guys… and was telling him that she would like to start doing it with him, sooner rather than later.

She began moving her hips… or were they doing that because she was getting close by playing with herself… or was just talking to Lamar about him cumming in her mouth getting her close to having an orgasm? But whatever the reason, they were working together on this… no matter what she called what they were doing, they were only half a step from having sex.

Trying not to betray how turned on she was she went on, “I think you know how much I like tasting your semen in my mouth. You have to know I’ve eaten more of your jizz than any other guy’s… and…” she paused trying to find the words. Then she explained, “… perhaps you don’t know that Gabby didn’t swallow a good bit of your cum before she came downstairs. She fed it to me as we kissed. Feeling it in my mouth … is… is well very special to me. I’m not exactly sure why, but it is.  Maybe it's like Bailey’s mom says and semen is a manifestation of love. Ever since the first time I watched you fill Sarah and then ate it from her as soon as you pulled out, I’ve wanted to feel you ejaculate into my mouth. Now we can do that. Just you and me. Like I said, not tonight, but in the future.”

She’d done it, she’d told him that she would suck him off. And, she knew she would do it.

She wasn’t sure if Lamar had pushed her over, or had she initiated it, but they were no longer laying side by side. She had moved half way to her stomach. While she wasn’t sure how they’d started, she deliberately completed the roll, and he followed. With her hand still firmly on her vulva, she was face down and Lamar was on top of her.

He got the message and soon it was no longer just slow grinding. Though his dick was between her cheeks and he made no move to put it in… he was pressing down hard… stroking as if he was inside of her.  And it felt so good, augmenting how her fingers were stroking her clit.

As she hovered at the brink, she was sure it went on for at least three or four minutes of pure bliss. Lamar was breathing hard and she even felt sweat dripping from his chest to her back.  She knew full well her hips had begun to press upward. Somewhere in her brain, she was thankful that he did not take her body’s invitation to plunge his cock into her.  And then there it was. Radiating out from her clit, her orgasm spread out like a wave. A wondrous wave of pure ecstasy. She tried to hold back a vocalization but was not successful. “Oh, yes!” she exhaled, not loud but the meaning was clear. She knew he had to know that she was cumming as her thighs spasmed… over and over again.

She wasn’t sure when he got up on his hands or when his orgasm began, but she felt the first stream of hot semen spray onto her lower back well before her thigh spasms had ended… then another. Only then did Misty begin to process the meaning of  Lamar’s groans that had started a good minute before she felt the first spray of cum land on her.  It seemed to go on and on. At least four, perhaps five separate streams splattered on her back and into her hair. That was impressive since she knew he’d cum with Gabby at least twice.

For what seemed like a very long time they just froze in place. In her mind, she said, “Well, we did it.” She was sure he too was taking in what they’d done. Then, she recognized that he was going to get off of her. While that was a sign of respect that he didn’t just collapse onto her body, that was what she wanted. She managed to get out, “Don’t. I want you to stay on me… to lay on me.”

He did as she asked and his hot body pressed her into the bed. She felt the jizz squishing between their bodies. Since they’d done it, she might as well enjoy it. She focused on the feeling of the warm cum that he’d ejaculated directly onto her for the first time. It was such a turn-on for her. They were both breathing heavily and the feeling was… was… it was wonderful… and his erection did not go away. He slowly slid around on the combination of sweat and semen. It was only the return of the feeling of need to be filled with him that finally prompted her to roll slightly as a cue for him to get off of her.  But, even as he began to move, she grabbed his arm so that he wouldn’t move away.

Once again, she felt his body pressed up against her as she lay on her side. It was bliss. They went to sleep with Lamar’s hand cupping her breast, his semen spread between their bodies as they snuggled. She was sure they’d found the sweet spot between not having sex and actually doing it.

Two thousand miles away,  their mother had been acting as Dr. Gayle Simmons-Perkins's tour guide and cultural interpreter at the North American Lifestyle Convention all evening.  Bonnie found it amusing to see how rather than seeing this as a sexual playground, her young protégé was approaching everything as a social anthropologist. Not that Bonnie thought herself an expert on the world of swingers, but in addition to visiting swing clubs and resorts and conferences, she now had a good many people in that community that she considered friends.

Though she’d promised Gayle a time in bed together before they had to go to work in LA, Bonnie wasn’t too surprised that delays made it impossible. As it was, they were half an hour late checking in and setting up. As usual, UPS had delivered a couple of boxes of literature to the conference in advance. When she asked, Bonnie was told the total number of registrants had risen to over 3,000, though many would not be arriving until tomorrow. They were informed that even though they had taken over the entire hotel and convention center, nudity was not allowed on the lobby floor, but from 5:00 PM on Friday until 2:00 AM on Sunday morning, it was allowed anywhere on the 2nd floor (the ballroom floor), in the pool on the 6th floor, and in all the rooming hallways above that.  However, sex was only allowed in their individual rooms, hospitality suites that allowed it, and designated ballrooms subject to the rules of the events going on. Hearing all that left Gayle blinking, but Bonnie just nodded in understanding.

As soon as they hauled their boxes to their booth on the 2nd floor.  Bonnie suspected that it was her relationship with Cannon that got the FFF space on the main floor rather than on the conference room floor (3rd) where most of the seminars would be held.  This convention had two basic tracks, one for those who came to party and another for those who were in the business of running swing clubs. As she looked through the conference catalog there were quite a few sessions dealing with things from tax law to building codes.

She was quite surprised to see that her Sex Positive Parenting lecture on Saturday morning was not going to be in one of the conference rooms on the 3rd floor (as was her primary FFF lecture), but on the main stage in the Grand Ballroom. The blurb describing the session called it a “must-see for all people in the lifestyle who are parents or might become parents.” And then there were two glowing testimonials from her presentation at the swinger’s convention in Cancun last fall.  The current version of that lecture had been much toned down for the Vermont conference from the version she’d presented in Mexico. Now she wondered if she should put back some of the explicit content.  It would take a little time to put back some of the visuals she’ had taken out… but on her laptop, she had all of those photos, plus pictures that Misty had shot at home since she went to Cancun… and a few images from last week in St. Martin. All through the three hours they manned their table Thursday evening, she considered what changes to make. Since she was not presenting that lecture until 10:00 AM Saturday, she had some time to make the adjustments.

Their afternoon was pretty mundane.  As Bonnie expected, almost everyone who came by their table was still in street/travel clothes. She’d made a point to arrive and set up their table on Thursday so as to catch people before they moved into party mode tomorrow. And it seems to have been a good plan. She and Gayle had a steady stream of people stop by, talk, and take literature. There were enough people coming by that most of the time she and Gayle were talking to different groups of people.

Bonnie was surprised and quite pleased when she turned from talking to a couple to see Jeanne and Ron from the Miami swing club standing there smiling at her. Bonnie quickly went around her table to give them both a hug.

“Well,” Jeanne said, “You certainly have come a long way from talking to a room of people at our club. The main stage speaker on Saturday? I’m impressed, but not surprised.”

“None of this would have happened if you’d not invited me to give that talk.” It had been less than ten months since she’d met Jeanne and Ron at the nude beach and they’d invited her to visit their swing club… the first one she’d ever been to. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

“No,” Jeanne replied, “I just gave you an opening, the rest was all you. We weren’t able to hear you in Cancun, so either Ron or I will definitely come to your sessions.”

They talked for a few minutes, but Bonnie could see people backing up at the table so she said she had to go.

Before leaving, Jeanne said, “Please come to our private party tonight. The club has a hospitality suite on the 14th floor, but that will be tomorrow and Saturday. Tonight is only for invited guests: our friends who are owners or managers of clubs and resorts. All of us will be working our own hospitality suites for the rest of the convention, sort of like you and this table. For those of us who view this convention as a work trip, not a play time, we like to have one evening for ourselves before we get started. Somehow, I think you understand that. You and your cute assistant are certainly invited. Room 1436.  I think you’ll at least recognize most of the people, I am sure they all know who you are. You’ve made quite a name for yourself since I saw you last. There will be plenty of booze, lube, and condoms provided, so you don’t need to bring anything.”

Bonnie didn’t even hesitate to say she’d be there, then went back to work. Shortly before 7:00, Nora Gains arrived at the table to pick Bonnie up for dinner.  Bonnie explained to Gayle that Nora and her husband own a ranch near the Arizona/New Mexico border. “They were my hosts for a very nice weekend. They are connected with all sorts of free-love groups: neo-hippies, new-agers, and one group that practices communal marriage. You will find her very interesting and perhaps talking to her will give you some ideas for further research.”

After Nora introduced herself to Gayle, she asked Bonnie, ”Are you planning on going like that, or do you want to put a shirt on?” She asked because Bonnie had not changed out of her travel outfit, but under her jacket, she no longer had on a blouse at all. Bonnie turned and pulled out her opaque travel blouse from one of the boxes, took off the jacket then put the blouse and jacket back on.  Since Gayle had watched Bonnie remove the blouse three hours earlier, she was not surprised. Though earlier she’d turned toward the wall removing it, this time she did no such thing when she put the blouse back on.

At the table in a nice (and hideously expensive), restaurant near the hotel was a second couple who had been Bonnie’s host on one of her early speaking engagements. They were the owners of the first nudist resort she’d ever been to where sex was permitted out on the grounds. When the couple was halfway through a funny story about a pool-side blow job, Gayle got a surprised look on her face and said to Bonnie, “Oh, you were there. How did I miss that?” While it was obvious that both couples were huge fans of Bonnie, it took a while for Gayle to realize that Bonnie had spent the night with both couples.  As Bonnie had expected, Gayle was fascinated by Nora and her descriptions of the different groups of “sexual nonconformists” with whom she worked.  In short, both Bonnie and Gayle had a very enjoyable time.

After dinner, Bonnie and Gayle made a tour of the different ballrooms which had only opened up as they closed down their table for the evening. Two were set up as different types of playrooms. One had a schedule posted that set out three-hour blocks for different groups of participants. At the moment, it was couples time, only hetero couples could participate on the padded mats laid out on the floor; however, anyone could sit in the chairs along the walls to watch. A sign said that starting at 10:00 PM it would be a free-play time meaning anyone could get naked and play on the thick mats until 1:00 AM. Bonnie read how in the morning, the ballroom would be used for presentations, then beginning at 1:00 PM, it would again be a playroom. There were listed times for women participants only (men could sit in the chairs and watch) the next block of time was for male participants only (with women watching), and so on. On the walls were several posters listing the rules: things like consent procedures and condom requirements for penetrative toys as well as human penises. Another smaller ballroom was set up for rope play and light BDSM-type stuff. Currently, there was a man and woman demonstrating rope techniques on a third (naked) woman.  There were several dozen people sitting on mats watching.  

In the grand ballroom, there was a lingerie show in progress, apparently sponsored by several vendors. This is the room where Bonnie would be speaking on Saturday. There seemed to be several hundred people in chairs watching, though it was nowhere near full. The last large ballroom was filled with vendors selling everything from sex toys to slinky gowns. There were several booths that sold exotic lubes, and one of them made lubes to order using a large rack of flavors.  After they’d perused for a while, Bonnie asked Gayle if she’d brought a party dress for going to the hospitality suites. Gayle asked, “Was I supposed to?”

Bonnie apologized for not telling her to bring one, before saying, “Then I will have to buy you something to wear tonight.” 

Gayle looked at her askance, and said, “You didn’t forget. You meant for me to need one so you could buy it for me. You planned this.” 

Bonnie got an injured look and said, “I can’t believe you think I would do that,” then smiled and asked, “So, what do you like?”

It took them over half an hour to find the right dress. Afterward, they went to their room and both Bonnie and Gayle put on their sexy partyware. Bonnie explained that visiting the hospitality suites was very important for the FFF because that was where they made their contacts. “But, only a few of them will be open tonight, most start business tomorrow morning.” Even so, she pulled a sequined clutch from her suitcase and stuffed it with business cards.

For close to two hours they toured hospitality suites sponsored by different groups and clubs. In this kind of social setting, Bonnie was in her element. She chatted with dozens of people. A few knew her on sight, but most she’d never met. Bonnie had one glass of wine, but after that stuck to soft drinks. Gayle had been through two cocktails before she realized Bonnie had stopped drinking and switched to soda. They visited six hospitality suites before Bonnie said, “That’s all for now. But tomorrow night we will do this again.  Now, I am going to take the rest of the night off to have fun.”

Gayle looked at her curiously.

Bonnie seeing the look said, “OK I’m going to what I expect to be an orgy where I will likely fuck my brains out. It likely will be my only time to just enjoy myself while we are here. I was invited by an old friend… well you and I were both invited to go to the little party. I’d love to have you come with me, but I will understand if you aren’t up to it.”

As she expected, Gayle said she wanted to go.

They found the suite number Bonnie was looking for. Unlike the hospitality suites they had been visiting, the door was shut. Bonnie knocked on the door and her old friend Cannon opened it up, wearing the same robe he had on the night Bonnie met him in Miami last summer. So much had changed for Bonnie since then, but he looked the same.

In the two-room suite were what appeared to be six couples plus Cannon. Most were in the sitting room, talking. However, even as she entered the suite, Bonnie looked through an open door to a room where two queen-sized beds had been pushed together. Jeanne’s husband Ron, and a woman that Bonnie did not know were having sex.  When Jeanne saw Bonnie, she jumped up to give her a hug. She was wearing a semi-sheer gold lamé gown that showed off her curvy body to maximum advantage.

Taking Bonnie by the hand, Jeanne led her to the center of the group and said, “For those of you who don’t know her already, this is Bonnie Campbell of the FFF. If you’ve never talked with her, you really should avail yourself of the opportunity. But don’t wait too long because once things get going, I suspect her mouth will be busy the rest of the night. At our club, then in Cancun, she proved herself to be the unicorn everyone dreams about. I don’t know how many men she screwed at our club the night she came, but I know it was at least twice as many as I’ve ever done in one night.”

Bonnie smiled and said, “Seven.”

She saw Gayle’s eyes go wide in shock mouthing, “In one night?”

Bonnie nodded, “It was quite a night for sure.”

A man, perhaps in his mid-forties seconded, “I can attest to how hot she is. In Cancun, she was the center of a drop-in group thing for over two hours. Nobody who was there will forget the performance she put on. But even before Bonnie confirmed it, I knew Cancun was not the first time she’s been the center of an orgy. Anyone who has been to Jeanne’s club in Miami this year has probably seen the great photo of her in an orgy on their balcony bed. In it, Bonnie is right in the center of the photo, staring right at the camera as she’s taking it up the back door. It is a big picture and it hangs on the wall of the 2nd-floor playroom. You can’t have missed it if you’ve been in that room any time in the last six months.”

Bonnie did not know that photo was now hanging on one of the club’s playroom walls. Not that she minded. She tried to recall the man’s face from her Cancun trip. Yes, she remembered that orgy that went on for a couple of hours, and from his words she surely had sex with him, but she didn’t remember the man at all. However, he obviously remembered her.

Jeanne added, “Yes, it's one of the best photos from the club that Ron’s taken. It really captures the vibe we want. I’m so glad she and her friends gave us permission to use the pictures he took that night.”

Bonnie felt compelled to say, “I love that photo. A print of it hangs in our home playroom too.”

A woman Bonnie didn’t know piped up, “Yes, I’ve seen that picture in Jeanne’s club.”

Jeanne added, “It is just one of a whole set of photos of Bonnie that Ron took that night.”

Ron, who’d come back into the main room with the woman he’d been with, added “She is exceptionally photogenic, especially while she’s having sex.”

Jeanne then put in one more comment, clearly to inform the group, “And I’ll say, I’ve never seen a woman who seems to like double penetration as much as I do. I know I saw her doing it two different times that night.”

That got some chatter going.

After they’d moved into socialization mode, Bonnie was glad to see Gayle mixing in and talking without her. A good-looking young guy with red hair and a comical handlebar mustache came over to Bonnie and said. “Hi, I’m Link Olson. I’m with the Tropical Pines Resort outside of Tampa. You spoke there in September.  My mother, Nancy, was your escort and I guess you two got to know each other fairly well.”

Bonnie did indeed remember his mother. They’d talked on the phone and exchanged emails for the past seven months. “Yes,” Bonnie replied, “Your mother was a lot of help as I wrote my lecture on Sex-Positive Parenting. She was the first mother I’d talked to outside of my group, who treated sex as totally normal and didn’t hide it at all in her home. As I understand it, like my kids, you grew up where seeing adults having sex was just part of your regular life.”

Link answered, “Oh yea. I was like in 3rd or 4th grade when I first realized my friends didn’t see their parents having sex like all the time. Especially in the summers, seeing my mom with visitors to the resort was… well still is, just totally normal.”

Bonnie put in, “Well until they were in high school, my kids only saw me and their dad having sex… but when we started bringing other people into our bed, they weren’t weirded out in the least by it.”

A pretty young woman standing beside Link moved up and said, “While for people raised that way it might be no big deal, but my first day with Link was a doozy.”

Link jumped in “Oh, I’m sorry, this is my wife, Shelby.”

The young woman nodded and said, “I met him the first time I’d ever gone naked in public. It was one of those things that a few of my girl friends and I just decided we’d try it out and drove out to Tropical Pines. While it was really, really weird to talk to a guy I just met who was naked, for some reason I was able to look past that… well sort of. I had a hard time ignoring that big thing between his legs. It was great when I found out that like me and my friends, he was a student at the University of Tampa, yet he’d grown up in the nudist resort we were visiting. But I liked him right off. My friends thought I was crazy to go with him to his parent's house on the resort property for lunch. Of course, they knew that by going with him I planned to have sex before we returned to the pool.  But to be honest, I’d screwed guys I just met before… not a lot, but I’d done it and the girls with me knew it.”

Bonnie nodded, “Oh, I remember my years as a college student. Been there done that.”

“Yea, but I was not prepared to walk in on his mother having sex. She was on their living room sofa, on her hands and knees while a man was banging her hard. When the guy saw us, he seemed to freak out, but Link didn’t even blink. His mom let the man know it was OK and he didn’t need to go, and Link just calmly told her we were going to the kitchen to get something to eat. I didn’t know what to do so I just followed him.  Then while we ate sandwiches, we could hear her mom and that man doing it in the next room… and she didn’t hold back the noise.  At first, I didn’t know how I should respond, but he told me that he’d been around his mom while she had sex all his life, so it was no big deal. I tried to act like he did, but by the time we were finished eating, I was super turned on. We had sex right in the kitchen. We could hear his mom and I was sure she could hear us. It was the strangest first date ever.”

Link just laughed, “Yea. But after that, I was sure I wanted to take her out for a real date. And… well we’ve been together ever since.”

Shelby said, “We got married in February and we moved from Tampa into a house we bought at the resort.”

Link picked up, “Shelby now works for my mother as the head of Tropical Pines PR. We are here because after Mom has done this convention for the last fifteen years, she’s put Shelby in charge of the resort’s hospitality suite this year. I work in Tampa… in a regular job. Just like my dad and grandfather did, I bring home the good paycheck so that my wife can help run our community.”

Bonnie put out her hand, “Glad to meet you, Shelby. I think I’ll be back at your place in July or August at a conference.”

“Oh yes, that is my first big solo project. We are putting on a conference to promote sex-positive nudism to other nudist resort owners as well as non-landed clubs. You are our keynote speaker. But in my communication with the FFF, I’ve only talked to Dr. Douglass, so I’m happy to get a chance to meet you in person.”

Bonnie had an idea, “Please, make sure you talk to Gayle. While she’s a sexual social researcher, she and her husband are less than half a year into non-monogamy. I think you two can be of help to each other.”

Shelby nodded, “I’d love to. While it’s just the normal way of life to Link, the idea of a wife or husband being free to have sex with whoever they want is something that I’ve yet to totally normalize. Not that I have any regrets, but I still feel like an outlier. While we have always said that we are in a non-exclusive relationship, until we moved to the resort we’d only had sex with other people five or six times. None of our friends from Tampa know we are… well his mother is adamant we are not swingers, but we do have sex with other people.  Now that we live at the resort, we have another couple around our age that we play with about once a week.”  She blushed and then added, “And tonight, in advance of the summer season, I plan on having sex with a whole group of people for the first time.”

Link softly said, “She’s a little nervous. This will be her first real orgy.”

Bonnie nodded, “But this isn’t your first?”

He grinned, “Not hardly. As soon as I started classes at the University of Tampa, my parents began letting me go to their parties, so I don’t even know how many times I’ve done the group sex thing.”

Bonnie recalled his mother saying how she and her husband had kept their boys out of the adult sex scene at the resort until they’d finished high school.

Shelby then put on a smile and said, “He’s too modest to say it, but he’s very popular with the women at the resort because he’s super nice, great in bed, and better hung than any guy I’ve ever seen outside of porn videos. What do you think drew my attention that first day I met him?”

Bonnie laughed.

Shelby went on, “Oh, when I said we’ve only had sex with a few other people, by that I mean me. Even before we decided to become a couple, I knew women lined up for a chance to be with him. After our first couple of dates, I had to decide if I could deal with it. You see, I met him in April, and we started going out in early May, which I now know is the beginning of the resort’s high season. He didn’t’ finish his MBA until December, so he worked at the resort all last summer. From the very start, he was right upfront with me about what he does in the resort community.  As good looking as he is and going naked hung like that, women hit on him every day… mostly older women. And, since women wanted it and he enjoys pleasing them, he had a lot of sex last summer, like nearly every day.  So, it was never like he was cheating on me. I knew what he did and he never tried to hide it.”

Link cut in, “I learned the hard way that if I tried to pretend that I lived a normal vanilla life it would catch up with me, and when it did, any relationship I had built with a girl would fall apart. I was in my fifth year of college when I met Shelby, halfway through my MBA. By that time I’d had and lost several girlfriends by not being up front about my life. So, with Shelby, I was just open about who I was, and how I lived. Walking in on my mom like that turned out to start us on the right foot. Though I liked Shelby from the moment I met her, I was just myself. Over lunch, listening to my mom get it on, she first asked me how often my mom did that, and then she asked me how often I had sex with women at the resort.  I told her honestly that I don’t often meet girls like her at the resort, like my age; but in the summers it was pretty much every day that I had sex with women in their thirties, forties, and fifties. I told her honestly that couples came right up to me and either the wife or the husband right out and asked if I would have sex with the wife while the husband watched. And amazingly she just said she understood. Because I’d told her that before our first real date, that reality became the foundation for our relationship.”

Shelby continued, “And I did understand. He was hot and naked day after day at the resort, so of course he was going to have women want him to do them. After all, I had sex with him within a couple of hours of meeting him as well. From the very first, I knew that my boyfriend was screwing four, five, or more women each week. But once I decided that was just his life and accepted it, it was like what is the big deal? Sure, he puts his dick in lots of women, but he always uses a condom with visitors and he loves me, not them. We simply don’t keep count of the number of pussies he’s been in, because I don’t care.”

Bonnie put in, “Tonight my husband is with a woman who is way younger and way prettier than me. It's not just that I don’t mind, but I’m happy for him. As you said it, my husband puts his dick in a lot of women, in my case almost all of my friends, but he loves me. Cooper having sex with other women when I’m away is no threat to our marriage.”

Shelby smiled broadly, “You can’t know how happy it makes me to hear another woman say things like that. I have found that even among swingers, it is unusual for it to be fine for someone's husband or wife to have sex when they aren’t around and don’t necessarily know about it.  I know Link’s mother tells me her marriage has always been like that, but it's nice to hear it from other people.”

Bonnie couldn’t miss that even as his wife talked about all the women he screws, Link didn’t have any of the macho smugness that most guys would have. Yet, she considered Samuel was like that too. From what she’d heard Samuel has had sex with nearly all of the twenty-one club girls… plus one club mom. Yet he’s never come across as smug or macho either.

As she talked to them Bonnie decided that this was a couple that Gayle needed to meet. So, she said, “Since you guys are the only people at this little get-together who are in your twenties, other than Gayle, you really should meet her.” With that, Bonnie interrupted Gayle’s conversation with Cannon and Jeanne so as to introduce her to Link and Shelby. She very briefly explained that Link grew up in a home where his parents very openly had sex with other people as had his mother before her and that he now attends sex parties with his parents.

Link clarified, “As I said before, Mom didn’t let her friends have sex with me until I was in college. But, yes, in the years since then, I’ve been in the resort playroom with my parents present dozens of times, and yes, since the fall after I started college, I have had sex with my Mom’s friends with her right in the room.  All throughout my time at UT, on weekends I’d entertain her friends when I was home on weekends.”

Shelby jumped in, “It's like I don’t see all sex as the same anymore. When Link is using his dick to pleasure older women, to me it's more or less the same as if he were giving the woman a massage… except that he’s using his dick instead of his hands. It might seem strange, but a few weeks ago, his mom and I sat in the living room chatting while Link was bringing one of her friends to orgasm after orgasm on the sofa. It’s hard to describe, but it just seemed so… so normal for him to do that with both of us there.”

Link stepped back in, “It was only a few months ago that Shelby got the nerve up to go to one of my parent's parties and have sex with them in the same room. Public sex was a big step for her and tonight she is ready to try actual group sex for the first time.”

To Gayle, Bonnie said, “I was thinking that it might be a good line of research to do interviews with adults from families who are multi-generational non-monogamists. I’m sure you can make the contacts at this conference if you want to explore something like that.” 

Link told Gayle, “Oh, I know several people from our community whose parents and grandparents were like mine. I’m far from the only one I know who grew up seeing their parents getting it on with their friends.”

With that, Bonnie let the “young people” get to know each other. She joined Cannon and Jeanne at the back of the room. Just as Jeanne had promised, for over half an hour, the room was filled with conversation. Bonnie got to meet the people she didn’t know and renew friendships with those she did. As they talked, one more couple arrived. Bonnie was sure she’d seen them before but didn’t remember anything about them.

Once the seventh couple had made themselves comfortable, Jeanne took a place in the center of the room and said, “Are we ready to get started?”

Bonnie knew exactly what Jeanne was asking. She moved over to stand by Gayle and whispered in her ear, “You can stay and observe, or go or be a second unicorn?”  Bonnie had explained the idea of unicorns earlier in the day while she was briefing Gayle about swing club culture.

Gayle hesitated then quietly asked, “What exactly will joining you entail?”

“When I get on that big bed, those who join me will not need specific consent to touch me, or even to penetrate me.  In many cases, I won't even know who it is since I will be busy with someone else. In all likelihood, most of the men in this room will be in me by the time we leave.  If you are not comfortable with that but don’t want to leave, you can play one-on-one with people out here. I have no doubt that you wouldn’t be the only one doing it on one of these sofas.”

Gayle thought for several moments before saying, “As long as you are with me, I’m open for this.”

Then Bonnie, to the whole group said, “You all should know that this is Gayle’s and Shelby’s first experience with group sex, so we all need to be sensitive to signs either of them is becoming uncomfortable.”

There was agreement all around.

Shelby looked over to Bonnie and mouthed “Thank you.”

Jeanne nodded and said, “If you all can give me just a few minutes to talk with the virgins, I think we will all have a better time.”

There was general agreement, and Jeanne called Gayle and Shelby to her. She more or less said the same things that Bonnie had said, but she also specifically asked, “Are you both fully comfortable with having sex with new people, both men and women, just for the fun of it?”

Both young women said they were and while Bonnie gave the three of them some space, they chatted for several minutes before Jeanne said, “OK, I think we are about ready.”

Jeanne once again gathered everybody’s attention. The conversations ended. “Gayle if you and Shelby can stand right over there.” She pointed to an open area near the door to the bedroom. Jeanne went to stand in front of Shelby then said, “Bonnie if you can stand in front of Gayle. She’s asked that you be her opening partner.”

Bonnie did so.

Jeanne went on, “Tonight is our third annual pre-convention orgy.”

There was a round of cheers and comments.

“While most of us are very old hands at this, as Bonnie already said tonight we have two orgy virgins, and with Bonnie, we also have two unicorns joining us. So, I expect this will be quite a night.” There was applause. “For tonight, we will start with a ladies-only time. As always, unless you are joining in with someone with whom you already have a condom-free relationship, you must be wearing latex before you slip it in us. Don’t ask if you need one, just do it. Let me also say that I think you all know I like it in both the front and back door, and so does Bonnie. But, make sure you ask if we are ready for anal sex and use your fingers to work us up for that. Of course, it should go without saying, use plenty of lube and change your condom after you pull it out of our ass.”

Bonnie was glad for the clarification. She’d never been in a group sex situation where those things had been so clearly laid out.

After her announcement, Jeanne slid her gown off, letting it drop to the ground.  Bonnie followed her lead and let her minidress fall. From then until they led the two young women into the bedroom, Bonnie simply followed Jeanne’s example. As Jeanne kissed Shelby, Bonnie kissed Gayle. When Jeanne took Shelby’s clothes off, Bonnie did the same for Gayle. When Jeanne’s kisses moved down to Shelby’s breast and then down to her vulva, Bonnie did the same. Only after both young women had been fully aroused by cunnilingus were they led to where the two queen beds had been pushed together. Once the two couples had gotten going on the oversized bed, the other women began to undress.

And so the orgy began.  

When Bonnie and Gayle left almost three hours later, they were both exhausted. Gayle said, “That was… well, I don’t know how to describe it. While I will try to write up field notes on all of that, even now I can’t really tell you what all I did… or who I did it with. It is sort of a kaleidoscope of images, sounds, smells… and tastes. It will take me days to record even that. I’m not sure I believe all of what I just did, I’m sure Orin won’t.”

Bonnie replied, “I’ll help where I can. Group sex, especially full-bore orgies like you just experienced are like that. It's not at all like normal couple’s sex or even threesomes like you and Orin have had. Your analogy of a kaleidoscope is a good one. So write it up just like that. Don’t even try to do a narrative.”

Gayle turned to Bonnie and said, “But I do remember that first part… with you.”

Bonnie smiled, “It was a long time coming.”

“Yes, months. Almost half a year. I won’t ever forget standing there naked, in a room full of fully clothed people, making out with you. Then we were still making out in the bed when the other women joined in. Hands and mouths were all over my body, but I was still kissing you. No, I won’t forget that.”

“And when the men joined?” Bonnie queried.

“It was both strange and such a turn-on. As I’m sure that you recall, I was down between your legs when the men joined. And I loved…. I mean I really loved going down on you.”

Bonnie laughed, “When the guys joined in, I was making out with a woman, I think it was the woman from Indiana. That is why I didn’t actually see the men getting on the bed. To my left, I saw Ross slide in and join Shelby and Jeanne.”

“But I know later on you saw Jeanne’s husband, Ron, doing me. Even while I was eating you, he just whispered in my ear asking if I was ready for some dick. I just nodded and so he went right to it.”

Bonnie laughed again, “Yes, I saw that.”

“What was really different was how when he left, someone else, I didn’t know who, just took his place. I’ll confess there was something really erotic about not knowing who was fucking me… and that happened several times while I was on the bed tonight.”

Getting onto the elevator Bonnie said, “But I bet you knew when Link put it in.”

“Good God yes. I’ve never had anything that big in me. The first time he was on top of me, so I knew it was him. But afterward, and he did me again later when I was going down on Jeanne, I knew it was him for sure.”

Bonnie laughed, “Oh yea. So did I when he slid that thing into me. It was good I’d been well worked up before he did.”

Once they were on the 19th floor (their floor), Gayle asked, “Is it always like it was tonight? I mean, I’d imagined it would be like everyone piled in the bed at once, but it wasn’t like that at all. From what I could tell it was nearly always just groups of twos and threes with perhaps another one or two people to the sides. And I don’t think more than half of the people were ever on that big bed at one time. People were coming and going from the sitting room the whole night.”

“Yes,” Bonnie confirmed, “From my experience, this was pretty much how it usually goes. That is why we both had sex with more men and women than would even fit on the bed at once.”

“You are right, Gayle said. “And that is why I’m not sure how many people I did it with, Some people were on the bed then left, then came back. It was impossible to keep track.”

Bonnie nodded in agreement and said, “Right. I don’t know how many guys I fucked either. But it doesn’t really matter. After a certain point, it just doesn’t matter if I had four, five, or even all eight guys in me.”

Gayle seemed to think for a moment and said, “I guess not. I suppose that is what it means to have group sex. My partner was the group, not any one individual.”

“Right,” Bonnie agreed. As they entered their room, she asked, “When you left  the bed did you continue having sex in the other room or did you just sit and talk?”

“Both. For close to an hour I was on one of the sofas in the sitting room… but I was still having sex while I talked to people. I did it with Ross and…. I think her name was Chelsey or something like that. But while I was doing it with each of them, I was talking to people in the room. I’ve never done that… I mean carrying on a conversation with a group while having sex. it was super low-keyed and really cool.”

Bonnie was happy to hear it seemed to have gone well for Gayle.

They continued the debriefing as they got ready for bed. Bonnie was sure the younger woman was at least as tired as she was. Once she was under the covers, Bonnie pulled out her phone to send Cooper a text. To Gayle, she said, “I can’t call him now. In Georgia, it’s 4:30 in the morning.”

After seeing what Bonnie was doing, Gayle picked up her phone to do the same. She sat for a moment, then asked, “What do you tell your husband about a night like this?”

“Well, understand I’ve only had a few nights where I did the kind of thing we did tonight….”

Bonnie then began to read the text she was about to send. “Night went great. Ended with a three-hour orgy. All three of my orifices were used to the point of abuse. I loved it!!!!! But likely will be sore tomorrow. Hope your night with Heather went as well. Love Ya.”

A couple of minutes later Gayle read her message before sending it to Orin. “Bonnie and I were in an orgy with fifteen other people coming and going. I don’t actually know how many men and women I did it with. We started with the women all touching, kissing and licking each other. For a long time, I made love to Bonnie while other people played with me. While I was eating her out, two men… one after another fucked me. I don’t even know who the second man was. By the end of the night, I think I had sex with five men… but like I said I’m not sure. It could have been six. And yes, I will write a field report the best I can. Remember I love you very much.”

“Sounds good,” Bonnie said. “But you know it will drive him crazy, especially this first time.”

“Yes, but he will never admit it to me.”

With that, Gayle snuggled up with Bonnie and then whispered, “Isabel is going to be so jealous.”

As Gayle went to sleep, Bonnie felt a pang of guilt. Since Christmas, she had been trying so hard to focus on other people’s pleasure, but tonight it was all about enjoying herself. She had deliberately made herself the center of the action on that big bed. As far as she knew, she was the only person who’d stayed there the entire three hours, letting men and women feed her their sexual parts and letting them service her (often at the same time). She’d just lost herself in her own world of pleasure: eating pussy, sucking dick, and enjoying the feeling of being eaten out & fucked. She’d hardly ever thought of anyone else the entire time. She said a prayer asking forgiveness for her selfishness.

Then as if an answer to that prayer, into her mind came Gayle’s words about how much she had enjoyed herself. Then she considered Link and Shelby. Yes, they’d both enjoyed their time with her too. Sure she’d absolutely loved everything about her time between the pretty young woman’s legs, but, she’d brought her to multiple orgasms as she’d savored Shelby’s sex. So it wasn’t all selfish pleasure. And there was no question that Link loved it while she’d ridden him. Two orgasms into her time on Link’s enormous penis, the red-haired man from Seattle had eased his lubed-up latex covered erection into her already well-used ass. As he was not the first man who’d been in there, it felt wonderful right off. They’d double fucked her for a surprisingly long time before they both climaxed hard. Importantly, afterward, they’d both gone on and on about how great it was for them.

Laying in bed Bonny tried to recount all of the highlights of her night, and in each case, she was sure her partner(s) had enjoyed it just as much as she did. She had no idea how many orgasms she’d given women, but she knew she’d swallowed four loads of semen and felt as many men climax in her ass and vagina. So perhaps, she did bring just as much joy to others as she received.

With that conclusion, she went to sleep, guilt-free… even though her thighs, jaw, and ass were all quite sore. Tomorrow would be all work so she was glad she’d let go tonight.