“That is a real statement of courage, Rena,” says Herakles. “I think we’re all a little bit transformed tonight.”
“The Goddess gives us wisdom only when we’re able to accept it,” Phoebe muses. “But her love is always there waiting for us.”
“I know what to do now,” Rena continues. “Part of my mistaking prudery for morality was in seeing how beautiful and joyful Megan is, how wonderful her body, and your body too, Tethys, and these other kids’ bodies are, and being afraid to look at them because my old body doesn’t measure up. But with all the love everyone is sharing tonight, I see that it’s really not about how my old body looks, it’s about whether I’m willing to use it to show love and joy from myself. So I don’t feel ashamed any more, and I’m going to join the others here.”
With that, she quickly begins to remove her clothes, and casually tosses them into a corner behind her. Finally, naked, she looks on us proudly. She’s not a beauty in the classic sense, she hasn’t put a large amount of effort into staying in shape. Her belly is a bit round, her breasts sag, there are hummocks of fat and skin on her thighs. But nobody cares. She’s still beautiful and she still looks like she belongs. Like nearly everyone, I’d rather see her out of her clothes than in them. I give her the biggest, tightest full-body hug I’m capable of.
“Now go show Megan,” I tell her. “She’s already proud of you, you know.”
Phoebe and Herakles look at one another, then Rena, and then me. “She’s right you know,” says Phoebe.
“I had a feeling it would come to this eventually,” Herakles responds. “We’ve seen it coming ever since we realized Hera wasn’t going to outgrow it. I think tonight is what we needed just to make us see the obvious.”
“Now?” asks Phoebe. “Now,” he answers. Immediately they remove their own clothing, and toss it in a pile with Rena’s. It can all be sorted out later. I feel like laughing with joy, but I don’t want the laugh misinterpreted, so I just smile. Phoebe is a bit pudgier than Rena, and looks no less matronly naked than she did when dressed the part. And Herakles still looks like a rumpled academic. Yet they look infinitely better – happier, more natural, more genuine, more at home – than they did with their clothes on. I give them each a big warm hug, and and I’m gratified to feel Herakles’ thin cock swell as it gently and inadvertently, but fully willingly, slides across my belly. He’s not a handsome man, but he’s a good man, and I feel honored to be a source of pleasure for him.
“Let’s go show Hera!” squeals Phoebe. “She’ll be so proud!”
Later, things have calmed down quite a bit, but nobody is ready to leave yet. I’m in the midst of accomplishing one of my goals for the evening. I don’t fuck Henri nearly often enough, but now he’s at my mercy, sitting on the love seat at the edge of the living room, his hard and huge cock embedded deep within me as I straddle his lap facing him, my tits rubbing gently and happily up and down over his chest as I maintain my gentle rhythm. His size fills me up completely, I don’t think I could endure another millimeter of him. But at the moment he feels wonderful and this feeling of relaxed fullness is exactly what I’ve been looking for.
We’ve been conducting a pleasant, casual conversation with Mimi as we fuck, in part about fucking itself.
“Ray and I are the same way,” she’s saying. “I almost always fuck him with me on top, partly because I’m so small and I can control the sensations better. But that also lets me relax, and then we can have long conversations while his cock is inside me, which makes it easy to listen to what he’s saying. We’ll discuss literature, music, philosophy, science, and even politics, strange as it seems, while we’re fucking casually. And it’s so much fun to be able to chat with friends while I’m fucking. I can’t explain it, but we’ve always been that way. That’s why I’m so happy you two don’t accuse me of being in the way.”
“Not at all, this is fun,” says Henri. “It makes the sex feel more like a natural part of our social life, rather than something we have to escape for.”
“Exactly,” Mimi agrees. “And you know what else is fun to do while you’re fucking? And it’s best to do when you’re in a position like you two are now.”
“What’s that?” I ask. “Eating!” she answers. “Are you hungry? I can go grab some snacks and feed you while you fuck. I really enjoy doing that, or people doing it for me.”
She leaves momentarily to find us some snacks from the kitchen. I’m enjoying this fuck a lot, there’s no pressure for an orgasm, no need to “finish,” just the leisurely enjoyment of the greatest sensations that nature has equipped us for.
Mimi returns, and hand feeds us while we fuck and talk. It’s exquisitely friendly and casual, yet intensely intimate. There are sighs, moans, giggles, laughter, and even insights. A few minutes later, Ray arrives to join the conversation.
“Is this person bothering you two?” He asks in mock accusation.
“Not at all,” Henri retorts. She’s actually helping to sustain us in our pleasure, and she’s even adding to it by her presence.”
“Doesn’t he have have a golden tongue?” I smile at both of them. “In more ways than one! His cock is kind of a precious resource too.”
“I’m totally sincere,” Henri insists. “This wife of yours, Ray, is a blessed angel, and she enhances any situation, sexual or mundane.”
Ray chuckles, and wraps his muscular arm over Mimi’s shoulder. “She may be a blessed angel to you,” he looks lovingly at his wife, “but she’s always a woman to me.”
“That’s the song!” Mimi laughs.
–Finis
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