Mimi does manage to show some evidence of her self-proclaimed proclivity for outside pleasure. At one point she latches onto Henri, who’s monster cock tends to on occasion attract more attention than he’s comfortable with. Still, he politely gives Mimi access to play with it, grows appropriately hard, and she’s able to fit a surprising proportion of it into her mouth. Between her oral and manual stimulation, she induces several spurts of cum out of him, which she swallows happily.
“He’s a great tasting guy,” she confides in me later. “I enjoy the taste of most men, but some semen is better than others, I’m sure you’ve noticed that too. Henri is top tier.”
“I’ve had monster cocks before,” she continues. I love the way they look, Henri’s real pretty, and I like playing with them, but I’m not all that enthused about stuffing my cunt with them. I’m a lot better adapted to cocks of Ray’s size. That’s perfect for me. Anyway, Ray and I don’t fuck other people much any more. We have two couples we’ve known for years who will always be kind of like co-spouses to us, but there’s nobody else we’re really that interested in any more. My main days of promiscuity, or polyamory, or sluthood, whatever you want to call it, are mostly behind me. And actually,” she hardly takes a breath as she goes on, “Ray would always have been perfectly happy to be monogamous with me. It was always me pulling him into these other relationships. Usually it worked out very well, but not always. Still, I don’t have any regrets, and I don’t think he does either. We had a great run.”
She seems to be confiding in me more than in the other guests here, and I’m not sure why. I’m flattered by her trust, I assume Joe and Joanne already know these details, but I don’t know what she sees in me. I feel a responsibility for knowing this much personal detail of her history, and I vow to myself to keep it to myself.
Rena has begun spending most of her time with Hera’s parents, which makes sense as they’re the only other ones clothed, and the only other ones who haven’t been openly fucking. I’ve spoken to her as best I could to reassure her that Megan’s new way of relating to her sexuality is not going to harm her, and knowing Phoebe’s enthusiasms, I’m sure Rena’s hearing the same thing from her. She does appear a bit more relaxed, and at least doesn’t look visibly disturbed by the sight of open sex, even when she sees Megan getting doggy-styled by Carl. I think she’ll be ok.
Copious snacks, mild drinks, hours of hot sunshine, and evening insects finally have made a cumulative impact, and as the sun dips behind the hills we find ourselves indoors again. With a little help from the guests, Joe and Joanne re-arrange the furniture in the large play room next to the patio doors. The chairs and sofas are pushed to the back wall, on which a large video screen is hung. Speakers and another screen are on the opposite side, as is a small table with a laptop opened on it. The room has become both dance floor and karaoke club.
Music has been playing all day, pleasant but forgettable generic party music. It’s all popular songs we know well, and don’t require any focus of attention to enjoy. Now our hosts have switched it to a more mellow style of slow dance music, and the first out on the floor is the only clothed couple, Herakles and Phoebe. I have to admit they look great together. Neither of them is exceptionally beautiful, neither have trim youthful bodies, but their joy in the experience they’re sharing is visible. I know the intensity of Phoebe’s sexual passions, and it’s impossible to imagine anything but a glorious sex life between the two of them, even without the physical aesthetics that I enjoy from my naked friends and lovers so much.
Mimi and Ray quickly join them, now the oldest couple on the floor, but their naked bodies are spectacularly built for any age, and they are skilled dancers together. They’re also uninhibited, their rhythmic graceful touching includes much kissing and erotic caressing of chest, breast, ass, cock, and cunt. Yet these touches are seamless in their motion, and seem a natural part of their dance style. It’s beautiful to watch.
Henri and Sonia are a predictable couple, as are Rick and Angela, but what both surprises me and warms my heart is when Taylor approaches Rena and asks her out onto the floor. She’s reluctant at first, and who can blame her. The situation is like nothing she’s experienced, a handsome naked younger man approaching her like a charming suitor. With a smile and an application of charm that even Henri would be challenged to match, he convinces her, and the sight is simultaneously absurd and magnificent. Taylor is a superb dancer, whenever we go dancing together I feel completely outclassed, but he makes me look good anyway. The same thing is happening with Rena. She’s already confessed that she hasn’t danced in years, and I’m sure never with a naked man on a crowded floor, but he guides her gently and expertly, and within a few minutes she’s obviously having a ball. I also notice that she smiles often at Taylor’s swinging cock. I’m feeling much more optimistic about the evening.
That leaves myself and Carl, neither of us are anything to write home about as dancing talents, but that’ s hardly the point of the activity. We’re familiar with one another’s bodies, we enjoy each other, and the basic affectionate and intimate moves we share are totally satisfying. There’s a general shortage of men in the room, and Megan and Hera are ‘forced’ to dance with each other, which they don’t appear to mind at all. The floor is as crowded as anyone could have hoped, and the atmosphere is peacefully joyful.
The initial partnerings only last for a couple of songs, and we instinctively began to switch up. As the evening deepens I’ve found myself dancing with Henri, Joe, and even Herakles, all of whom are great fun. I suddenly think I understand why Rena and Taylor are enjoying themselves so much that they’ve been the only couple not to switch, I find it incredibly stimulating for my naked and aroused body to be sharing movement, coordination, and teasingly erotic contact with a clothed man, even if he does look a little like a rumpled professor. There’s a bulge in his trousers, and I fight a sudden urge to rip off his clothes and grab that unknown cock, to explore it and conquer it. I wonder how Phoebe would react if I did. Something tells me she’d be a lot less shocked or upset than Herakles would.
Dancing, even slow dancing, can get fairly fatiguing after a while, and most of us take several breaks between partners. Sonia and Ray, of all people, seem to be spending the most continuous time on the floor, and they spend a lot of time dancing together. Taylor and Rena stay together even when they aren’t dancing, and their conversation appears intense and almost urgent at times. Yet when they begin to dance again, the look on Rena’s face is one of bliss. At one point, I find myself taking a break along with Mimi.
“Ray’s having a blast,” she smiles, “and so am I. I’m so glad we ran into Joe and Jo again, and I’m glad we met you in doing it.”
“You two are great dancers,” I say with admiration.
“Well, we’ve been dancing a little longer than we’ve been fucking, but we didn’t really start getting good at it until the last few years, because we spent so much more time fucking than we did dancing. Now that the fucking capacity is slowly fading, the dancing skills are slowly trying to make up for it.”
“It’s our daughter Anna that’s the real impetus for it, though,” she adds. “She and all her other spouses love to have their own dances when they get together, they’re a bit more imaginative, I think, than we were when we were their age. All we wanted to do was fuck and make porn videos. They grew up with porn, a lot of kids do now, even if they don’t live with nudist swingers, so it’s nothing exciting for them. But naked dancing, now that is really exciting and erotic. Ray and I are lucky that they let us old parents join in with them.”
As Mimi heads back to the dance floor, latching onto Henri again, Taylor walks over to me with Rena, hand in hand. She’s beaming.
“Tethys, I apologize if I was cold to you earlier,” she says as she wraps her arms around me and hugs me close. “I was so worried about my Megan, but I didn’t have to be. Taylor is such a good man, he answered all my questions and helped calm my fears. I told Megan I just wanted her to be happy, but I forgot that, in all the worry and stress over meeting everybody. But I’m the one with the problem, not Megan and not you. I trust her, she’s a good person, and you are good people too.”
“Besides,” she shrugs. “I tried to raise her with the same standards I grew up with, what I thought was right and wrong, but I was the one that was wrong. My standards didn’t make anybody happy, not me and not Megan. I can’t say that the morality I grew up with is the right morality, because it just made all of us miserable, even when we could adhere to it, which nobody really can all the time. If Megan is happy and finds love in this kind of life, then I know it’s the right life for her, and I should be happy to be part of it. I talked to Phoebe and Herakles about it a little, and they said the same thing. I hope I can be friends with them and with all of you, because you’re all good for my little girl.”
I hug her again, even tighter and closer now, making sure that as much of my flesh is pressed into her as possible.
“I would be honored to be your friend, Rena. Don’t be regretful. Life is hard, and you had to learn from experience. Megan is an exceptional girl, and a big part of that is because of your love and loyalty. You’ve been a wonderful mother, and that won’t stop just because she’s grown… or just because she likes to fuck all of us at once!”
Rena laughs. “I’m over that now. Everybody is so beautiful and so kind here, and when I see them making love… and fucking, I’m going to have to learn to say it comfortably… it’s all so joyful and seems like it’s the way it should always be. Sex… fucking… was never beautiful for me, I always wanted it to be, but I was disappointed every time. I didn’t want to communicate that to Megan, but I was so afraid that it would be the same for her. Now I see she’s found lovers that bring her joy, and that brings me joy too. If she wants me to watch her fuck, then I guess I can get used to it and be happy about it.”
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