A couple of hours after our arrival I’m surprised to see two new faces in the crowd, one unfamiliar yet somehow familiar, the other completely unknown. They’re young, looking to be about Megan’s age. The girl is a little taller than myself, almost as tall as Joanne, with Mediterranean skin and hair, slim yet prominent breasts with smaller areolae and pointier nipples, and a face that closely resembles her fathers. Like the rest of us, she’s shaved clean between her legs, and moves comfortably nude. Her companion is lean, almost skinny, dark hair, on the pale side, but with a very attractive thick cock. His pubes are freshly shaved, but a glance shows that they aren’t accustomed to being that way. He follows her around with a certain air of timidity.
“Tethys, I want you to meet our daughter, Angela. She’s been taking some summer classes at UT, and we haven’t been able to drag her to the lake yet. And this is…” she hesitates momentarily, then remembers the name. “Rick. This is his first time in a group like this, so we’re trying to be gentle,” she smiles.
Later, she catches up with me alone and continues in a whisper. “Angela and Rick have only been seeing each other a few weeks. She’s been raised like we were, and being naked was always second nature to her. But you know how kids are, she decided her parents were just too uncool, and she tried to go mainstream. She was dating this law student, and I guess there were too many hangups. She felt stifled. ‘Duh!’ I have to admit I was able to sneak an ‘I told you so’ in! So she’s back now, the prodigal daughter returns! Isn’t she beautiful?”
She doesn’t seem to know much about Rick, so there isn’t much to be said, but Angela seems proud to drag him around, and he’s really not a bad looking kid, once he warms up to the environment and starts acting more comfortable. A bit later I see the two of them sitting with Sonia and Henri, chatting cheerfully. At least Sonia and Angela are chatting, Henri and Rick are sitting back in apparent glory, both women almost absently massaging their now erect cocks as they talk and gesture.
It’s Ray and Mimi, of all people, who finally get the real action started. I’m sitting at the edge of the pool with my legs dangling and gently drifting in the water, while Ray is sitting on my left. Mimi is standing in the water between his legs, his cock has responded as it should to her attentions. Like Sonia and Angela, like all the women here, she likes to casually fondle her man’s cock and balls while we converse about any topic at all. During pauses in the conversation, she takes him into her mouth and suckles him. There are a lot of pauses.
“You two look so good together, it’s so natural the way you interact. I’m a little jealous. Or envious is a better word, I guess. Like you’re soulmates.”
“Oh, we’re soulmates all right,” Mimi smiles as she releases the grip of her lips around him. “And his soul is right here!” she laughs, giving him a tug.
“I hope I have the kind of sex life you guys have when I’m as young as you,” I add teasingly.
“We’re good for a couple of times a week now,” says Ray. “It’s a far cry from our young and horny days, when we were doing it multiple times a day. But it’s still very, very good.”
“That’s true,” Mimi nods, “and what we’re doing now doesn’t even count as sex, really. But the crowd here is a bit inspiring, and I’m pretty horny.” She looks seriously at me. “Fuck as often as you can, for as long as you can, because it doesn’t last forever. Good sex is such a blessing, especially with the right people, it lifts up your whole life!”
“Mimi is a real evangelist for nudism and sex,” Ray smiles. “Once I introduced her to it, I created a monster!”
“In a good way, I hope,” says Mimi, going back down on him.
“So Ray was your first?” I ask. I’m curious about long term couples with open relationships, especially considering it’s something I dream of for myself.
“Well, yes and no,” Mimi gives the wiggling hand gesture. “Not to go into too much detail, but I met Ray when I was sixteen, and if I hadn’t, I’m sure I wouldn’t have lived to eighteen. He saved my life, and then when we got married, I think he saved my sanity.”
“No I didn’t,” Ray laughs. “Your sanity has never been recoverable. If anything, you’re getting crazier.”
He looks at me, smiling. “She’s crazy like a fox, though. I may have saved her life once, but she’s saved mine dozens of times since then. Even when she wants to kill me!”
“Bullshit!” scoffs Mimi. “At least the part about saving your life. The part about wanting to kill you is true.”
With that, she pulls herself up out of the water in the graceful motion of a much younger woman, and stands in front of Ray, straddling his legs and presenting her dripping, bald pussy to his smiling face. He takes the hint and grabs her ass, pulling her forward into tongue range. Occupied, he can’t interrupt.
“Before I met Ray, sex was a prison and a torture. I was literally enslaved to other men’s desires. It was a life I would not wish on anybody, but I was born into it. I had no choice. It killed my grandmother and my mother, and would have killed me, because I didn’t see a way out of it.”
I’m horrified, but the words don’t seem to bother Mimi at all. How she can casually rub her cunt onto a man’s face, obviously getting off on it, while simultaneously revealing such a terribly traumatic experience, is something I can’t comprehend to this day.
“Ray just showed up out of the blue, and he figured out a way to pull me away from that life. He gave me my very first orgasm, and he put me in a place where I could be safe, and have honest work, and gain some self respect for the first time in my life. With him, sex became the exact opposite. Instead of torture and enslavement, it became a way to express my freedom, and my power as a woman and a person. Fucking Ray was like nothing I could ever have imagined. And the beautiful thing was that it was always my choice. He never pushed me, he never pressured me, he never made me feel it was a duty. He changed my whole outlook. Once I started fucking him, I couldn’t get enough. And I haven’t been able to get enough ever since!”
I’m still horrified, but also fascinated as she pulls Ray’s head into her crotch and rubs herself up and down on his mouth. Thinking about what she must have been through, I expect I would lose any ability to be sexually stimulated, especially by a man, but she treats it as nothing more than small talk, and as I’m learning, she loves to have sex during small talk.
After a few minutes of Ray’s tongue work, Mimi sits down and impales herself on Ray’s cock, which has somehow remained hard during the conversation. As she rides him, Ray is free to speak again.
“Our friends who we’ve been visiting were the ones who put her up while she was getting back on her feet. He was my sergeant and his wife while I was stationed in the Philippines. They lived on base and gave her a spare room, and found her a housekeeping job in officer’s housing. They did as much or more for her than I did.”
“They wouldn’t have done anything without you, Ray. They’re wonderful people, but you were the one who twisted their arm and nagged them until they went along with your scheme.”
“Well, it was risky for them. Charles could have gotten in a lot of trouble, so he really stuck his neck out for us. They both did. They became family to us, and they always will be.”
Mimi’s eyes are closed, and she’s taking slow gyrations on Ray’s cock, with an expression of serenity that isn’t usually associated with the midst of a good fuck. From both of them, it’s a different attitude than I’ve seen before.
“So Betty, that’s Charles’ wife, warned Ray that I’d probably experience some strange… how’d she put it, unpredictable ways of acting out as I was trying process all this over time and adjust to my new reality. She was right. We were already nudists, and I was loving it. Eventually I started developing this powerful urge for group sex, and having people watch me fuck, and Ray basically was left to figure out how to deal with me. I think he handled it well.”
“Hey, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” Ray answers laconically.
“Well if you two are still together and happy after forty years, then both of you must be doing something right,” I assure them.
Mimi opens her eyes and smiles at me, leaning her head on Ray’s chest without interrupting her fuck rhythm. “Yes, I think we are,” she agrees.
At the rate they’re going, Ray shows no sign that he’ll be ejaculating anytime soon, and Mimi doesn’t appear to be in a hurry either. They’ve attracted an audience, Jo and Joe sit down on the other side of them and are looking on proudly, and Phoebe and Herakles are watching closely nearby. Sonia and Henri have moved to the spot opposite us on the other side of the pool, Henri laying on his back and Sonia riding him with her own slow thrusts, whether consciously or not, their rhythm is synchronized with that of Ray and Mimi. Angela is on her knees in front of Rick still on the same lawn chair, and she is doing a very skilled piece of work on his grateful organ. Hera and Megan are both fussing over Carl, and Taylor has brought Rena over to sit beside me. At least everybody has somebody here.
The afternoon passes almost imperceptibly. It’s surprisingly mellow, considering all the naked bodies and the near-constant fucking. None of us are fucking constantly individually, but it feels like some couple is in mid coitus at any given time. Surprisingly to me, Ray and Mimi seem to be the ones fucking more continuously than anyone else. Mimi has had several orgasms of various intensities, but Ray has managed to hold off, and amazingly for a man in his sixties, he seems to have no trouble maintaining his erection. At one point I wonder if his capacity is pharmaceutically enhanced, but Mimi slaps me on the shoulder at the thought.
“No he’s not, girl, that’s all Ray. It’s a skill he developed during our early years together, when we first started sharing with others. He put a lot of study and practice into it. All our friends call him ‘Forever Ray.’ He used to be even better at it, but none of us are what we once were.”
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