The workout is over at eleven, we’re tired and sweaty, but there’s no need to clean up. We’re going to the lake, and we can wash the sweat off there. We fix a batch of sandwiches and salads and drinks, and pack a big cooler. It gets loaded into Carl’s Jeep, and there’s nothing more holding us back. Normally I’d throw my sundress or romper on for the drive out to the lake, but Megan has laid down the gauntlet. Her clothes are in her car, and she’s going to make the trip naked. I can’t pass up that challenge, so I decide to leave my clothes behind too.
“Are you fucking out of your mind?” Sonia puts her hands on her hips when we tell her. “Carl, are we stopping anywhere on the way?”
“I don’t plan on it. We’ve got plenty of gas in the Jeep, and we’ve packed all the snacks and drinks we’ll need.”
“Fuck it. I’m not wearing any clothes either. I can’t let these two fucking perverts make me wimp out!”
Carl looks at all of us in a moment of hesitation. “Fine,” he finally throws up his hands. “We’re in a nude house, we’re going to a nude park, we might as well make it a nude trip.”
“Don’t speed or make any illegal lane changes,” Sonia warns him.
The trip out to the lake is a little tense, but exciting. In the end, though, it’s uneventful. We have towels ready to cover us in case of emergency, but they never have to come out. The Jeep sits high enough so that most of the traffic on the road couldn’t see us even if they were looking, and although there are still quite a few SUVs and trucks passing by, most are minding their own business. A few young men in pickups notice and wave or ogle, but it’s with joy rather than scandal, and we wave back and smile. Megan has taken the front passenger seat next to Carl, and she wraps her hand around his cock and balls as soon as we back out of the driveway. I don’t think she releases it for a single moment during the entire trip.
We pull up to the admissions gate at the park, pay the fee, and find a reasonable place to park, which is never a guarantee. If there’s a momentary thought to wrap towels around us during the walk through the parking lot, it’s quickly discarded. A look around assures us that the morality police are not making their rounds yet, and we have clear sailing to make it into the wooded zone where nudity is officially allowed.
Carl and I carry the cooler, and we walk leisurely along the paved walkway heading southeast along the steep lakeshore. The pavement ends and the trail becomes rougher, carrying the cooler becomes a little more awkward, but it’s not too difficult. As expected, Joe and Jo have arrived well before us, and they’ve saved us our spot up away from the shoreline, along a natural limestone ledge that’s partially protected from the general sightlines. Greetings of hugs and kisses follow, and Joanne of course takes extra time to hug Carl’s cock as she says hello.
They haven’t met Megan yet, other than having seen some of her videos, and they enthusiastically welcome her into the group. For a few minutes, she reverts back to the shy girl we’d first met, but they bring her out of it quickly. I’m not surprised that there’s a little awkwardness, considering they’re about the same age as her mother, but she quickly realizes that they are not her mother, and in her new world age groups are not as rigidly defined as they had been. She’s soon comfortable, and very quickly goes back to holding onto Carl’s cock with one hand, regardless of what the other hand is doing. Sonia looks at me with a raised eyebrow, but I can’t think of any response but to shrug.
“Megan, did Tethys tell you that we’re having a party at our house tomorrow, kind of a housewarming since we recently moved in,” Jo asks. “You are more than welcome to come. In fact, we’d be tempted to kidnap you and keep you with us to make sure you’re there.”
Megan laughs, “Tethys told me, and I said I would. I’ve already made arrangements to be off work tomorrow night so I can be there,” she answers, tugging at the nose cone of Carl’s now semi-hard cock.
“I’d like to make a suggestion,” I offer to both Megan and Joanne. “You haven’t met Hera yet, but I’m sure you’ve heard the legend of her mother. I’m not sure Hera will go anywhere without her. I actually think we’d enjoy having her at the party. She’s very encouraging.”
Hera’s mother, Phoebe, is more than encouraging. She’s an enthusiastic cheerleader and even instigator for Hera’s expansive libido, and she finds the blessing of the Goddess in the most kinky of Hera’s activities. I wish my mother had been like that, I’d take her everywhere too!
“And if that’s ok,” I continue, “I’d also like us to invite Megan’s mom. I know she wants to meets us, and I know she’s still a little worried about this whole situation, but she seems willing to accept it. This will be a good chance for us all to get to know her at once and maybe reassure her that polyamory is not a bad thing.”
“Or scandalize her!” Megan chimes in. “I’m not sure that’s a great idea, actually.”
“Well, just talk to her about it, if you feel like you can,” says Jo. “If you decide it’s not a good idea after all, she doesn’t have to come. But she’s invited if you think it will help.”
Megan takes another tug on Carl’s cock, and nods. “That’s probably what I should do. I’m nervous, but I’ll talk to her.”
“In the meantime,” Joanne smiles, “that’s a very nice and manly cock you’re holding there. I hope you won’t mind sharing it at some point during the day.”
“She fucking better share it!” interjects Sonia. “I’ve already paid for it, you know.”
“Just be gentle, everybody,” Carl intones. “Let’s not damage anything potentially valuable over here.”
“That’s what I just said,” Sonia repeats.
Megan blushes just a little, and shyly lifts Carl’s cock towards Joanne. She smiles at Megan and wraps her hand around it from the bottom at the base, then looks up and smiles at Carl. Leaning over, she takes him expertly into her mouth, and in about four strokes, has him bottomed out into her throat, her tongue extending forward to cup his balls with the tip. She holds the position for about ten seconds, then pulls out. Carl is gasping, Sonia is whistling, and Megan is staring wide-eyed.
“I sure have a lot to learn,” she sighs.
“It took me a few years to get good at it,” Jo says helpfully. “Just, you know, keep practicing! But have fun with it, don’t make it a chore. Even if you never quite get it all the way in, there’s a lot you can do to make both of you love it.”
I turn my attention to Joe. His cock is perfectly normal, and may seem to get lost in the flurry of superlatives that accompany de***********ions of Carl and Taylor and Henri, but I know from experience how expertly it’s wielded and how sweet its nectar can be. I sit beside him and reach my hand out to it. It responds immediately.
“How’s my Joe?” I ask in a friendly voice.
“My mouth is watering at the moment!” he grins, as he reaches with his free hand and begins to gently stroke my tits and my belly.
I smile back, and my mind wanders a little to think about this wonderful couple. There’s so much about Joe and Jo that I admire, that I envy, that I wish I could be. They’ve been together, usually naked, all their lives, growing up as neighbors and childhood playmates, sharing the frustration, confusion, and hopes of adolescence, graduating into lovers, then partners, and finally parents in their own right. There’s nothing about each other they don’t know, or accept, or respect and honor. As close as they have been growing up, they could easily have come to regard each other as brother and sister, and rejected any romantic attachment, but Joanne has told me that the secret to keeping their interest in each other burning is the continual eagerness to take on other lovers. The variety elsewhere keeps the inspiration strong at home.
Joe and Jo have fucked at least dozens, maybe even hundreds of other people over the years, men, women, couples, and groups, some as short-term adventures, some as long-term friends. But they’ve always done so together, always as a couple, never dating separately. Despite their long history of extramarital sex partners, they are possibly the most monogamous couple I know. They are a team, always, and the intimacy they share is deeper than other couples who spend a lifetime forsaking all others. To be witness to this is a privilege. To be accepted into their circle of true friends is an honor.
As I look over Joe’s shoulder at his wife teasing Carl and Megan and Sonia, and then look into his smiling gentle eyes, I feel suddenly overcome with an affectionate joy, a feeling that I imagine they must share constantly. What a happy couple they must be! There seems only one way to express what I’m feeling at the moment. I want to suck Joe’s sweet cock.
“Has anybody told you that you have the most delicious cum?” I ask innocently. He knows they have. I’ve told him that myself.
“I’m only as good as my last contribution,” he nods, and I have it on good authority that you’re pretty sweet tasting yourself.”
My plan when we arrived, and perhaps that of all of us, was to take a refreshing and cleansing dip in the lake after our sweaty sexy gym activities from earlier, but events seem to have caught up with us. I’m too far gone to be interrupted now. The limestone ledge isn’t the most convenient place to perform a 69, but with a little adjusting of towel positions and some preliminary wiggling about, we find an angle that works for us. Joe lays on his back, feet towards his wife, and I climb on top. I begin slurping his truly delicious and beautifully shaped cock, while his tongue and lips begin performing their magic on my clit and lips.
I’m not sure I’m actually the sweetest I can be today, I’m still sweaty and I’m sure there’s still a bit of Carl’s remnant semen coating my insides, but Joe doesn’t seem put off at all. His licking, nibbling, sucking, kissing, and blowing are exquisitely skillful, and feel completely enthusiastic. I’m feeling similar enthusiasm working his manhood.
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