Updated: Apr 6
In Search of the Final Freedom:
An Erotic Social-Political Novel
Book One: Unlikely Revolutionaries
Party LeMarco Style
Atlanta had been a city of booms and busts since before the Civil War, but always growing, gobbling up more and more of Georgia’s countryside. In each cycle, even before the automobile, the land just outside the bounds of the city had become the province of the country gentlemen, but with the next boom, their quiet solitude had been surrounded and engulfed by the city’s incessant need for space leaving pockets of estate sized dwellings in a sea of cityscape. The LeMarco’s home was in one such pocket. One moment Cooper and Bonnie were in the congestion of the city streets, the next found the Campbell’s driving down a quiet boulevard flanked by huge oaks. The mansion sized homes sat nearly invisible a hundred yards off the road.
The stone entryway marked they had arrived at the LeMarco's residence. Cooper had worked for Martin LeMarco for twelve years, but had never been to his home. Pulling up the drive, they were surprised to find a parking attendant guiding them to stop in front of the arched entry way. “Valet Parking?” Cooper said to his wife. “Wow!”
Cooper guessed the home to be late 1950’s or early 60’s vintage by the ‘Modern’ architecture style; unusual for Atlanta which favored the neo-classical Southern form. They would find the layout just as Brian had described, but far larger than they had imagined from his descriptions.
The valet handed Cooper a token and Bonnie smoothed out her dress.
Walking up the front walk to the very large LeMarco home, Bonnie wore a full-length gown of silk burgundy and black silk. The slit that ran up the side stopped just below the widest part of her hips, and she wore only a black garter belt at her waist and sheer stockings. The ridiculously low-cut front prevented the wearing of any sort of bra. Though she knew it was vain, she thought her breasts looked as good as those on a woman half her age. She even took the occasion to buy some new shoes. On the shopping trip, Mandy had pointed out that there would be dancing so she needed to keep that in mind. She’d bought a pair of strappy moderately high heels. To top her party look off Bonnie ware an antique pearl necklace that had belonged to Cooper's grandmother. She thought the whole look was smashing and though she felt silly doing so, she asked Misty to take a few photos of her in in her outfit. She had felt even worse when Misty suggested they take photos of her with Cooper who wore his black tuxedo he owned to wear to the formal work related events. “How vain I’m becoming” she thought.
At the door they were met by another of the hired help for the night. The uniformed took their coats and directed them to the main room of the mansion….and mansion was the only word for the place…the estate. Once inside Bonnie felt she had been transported to the set of an old movie; the men all in tuxedos and the women in gowns that must have cost thousands of dollars each. There was no regular furniture in the room, just a portable bar in one corner, a punch table in another, and rows of art deco chairs along two walls. A waiter carrying a tray of Champagne glasses moved through the crowd. To her surprise, she recognized only a few of the people. She had just assumed the party would be almost all LeMarco employees and their spouses, but that was clearly not the case. She wondered who the people were.
Light Classical music filtered from a balcony that overlooked the room from one end. The twenty-five-foot ceiling and the entire back wall of etched glass gave the room the feel of a modern cathedral. Though most everyone was very attractive, it was clear this was not a crowd of young people and there was more than a sprinkling of completely white heads. It took her a moment to realize the art on the walls were giant prints from their trip. Not the ones that had been sent via email. These were far better. Martin must have mailed only the outtakes she thought. Walking into the room she was confronted by an almost life-sized, full-length nude of her!
She remembered posing for that photo just before the luau. Martin was already in the dinghy and he told her to go stand on the bowsprit, right over the water. It had taken a good five minutes to get a photo that did not look like she was hanging on to the bow stay for dear life (which she was). But the photo was nothing short of sensational. With her hair blowing in the steady breeze and the island behind her, it would have been perfect for a magazine, or a pin-up. Even to herself she had to admit that she looked great. The photo truly was very flattering.
It took her five minutes to realize there was a second life-sized nude photo she had missed. This one was part of the set of daring nudes taken in on Grand Turk Island, right in town. The women hand taken turns dropping their dresses briefly in an alley to get the photos. Again, she thought Martin’s photo made her look great, but he had no right putting up those photos without her permission in a room filled with people she did not know. Even still, it frightened and excited her to see her body so openly and flatteringly displayed.
To Cooper the group looked more familiar. Not only was he accustomed to such formal affairs, he also knew almost all of the people present, at least the men. A good many were contractors or brokers with whom he had done business, others were former employees who had either started their own firms or had been recruited away, but all had left in good standing. He also noticed the art. He noticed they were all from their trip: landscapes, seascapes, semi-nudes and nudes. He knew Mr. LeMarco was an accomplished photographer in the architectural world, he had two published books of his work. Now Cooper saw his employer had significant skills in a very different type of photography.
The walls that were not glazed were literally lined with the very large photos. There were shots every place they had been and of different groupings of the people from the trip, but each person on the trip had at least one solo larger than life-sized photo somewhere in the room. He was glad in the one photo of just him, his dick was not the tiny shriveled thing as it sometimes became, but rather, it swung fully swollen but not quite erect between his legs as he pulled a sail line taut. Cooper had to admit he thought he looked good in the photo. As he mingled with the people at the party one by one he saw others from the trip.
He was speaking to Joe Sergeant, the owner of a general contracting firm with whom he had done business a good many times. Joe said to him “I don’t know how Martin knows who to invite. I wouldn’t have gone on that first trip if I’d known what would happen, but somehow Martin instinctively knew I would love it. Was this the first trip of this kind for you too?”
Cooper, a little flustered, responded, “Oh. ah ... Yea it was.”
Cooper was trying to be careful what to say. He did not know this party would be a business affair. He found it difficult to believe all these people had been on one of the winter cruses. He was sure Martin did more than one cruise a year, perhaps he did a lot more. With all his travels, it would be easy for him to slide in other trips unknown to most employees. LeMarco was full of secrets it seemed. Like Bonnie, part of him was angry; the idea of bringing clients to a party with nude photos of his wife on the walls. On the other hand, that pride of knowing that the fabulous woman in many of the photographs that these successful men were giving appreciative and lustful looks, was his wife. He had thought this would be a rehash of the last night on the boat. Now he did not know what to think.
Joe went on talking, although Cooper was looking for a way to move on. “And how did Martin know your wife would be game? My wife Deborah, would have made us go home just seeing Judy in her thong on the dock. But your wife, Bonnie is it? She is amazing, not only is she better looking than most of the mistresses I’ve had” he said looking right at the solo photo of Bonnie, “by looking at the photos in the other room, she is far more adventuresome than any of them.”
Cooper wasn’t sure what he meant but he was sure he didn’t want to talk to this guy any more. He couldn’t pinpoint why, but he just didn’t like his tone. He had never really liked Joe. He had always seemed a bit too full of himself. And on top of that he was just standing too close for Cooper’s comfort. The arrival of Tina gave him an excuse to slide away. That is why she made a great secretary, she always seemed to know when he needed her.
He followed Tina as she crossed the room to an open door leading to the formal dining room. Cooper hadn’t felt hungry until he saw the most amazing buffet of hors d’oeuvres he had ever seen. The prints on the dining room’s paneled walls were all of the luau, mostly 24”X 36” all printed on canvas. And there were a larger print containing the whole group posing together in their costumes. He scanned the walls quickly; it was pretty much everything that happened: the dinner, the hula and the orgy. He could not miss one of Bonnie holding his dick as Judy lowered herself on him. It was similar to the one LeMarco had emailed, but different, better. But, his stomach and the desire to further look at the photos would have to wait until he spoke to Tina.
He approached her and with a quiet but firm tone said, “Tina, what is going on here? I thought this was just going to be the people from this and past winter cruises.” Tina appeared a bit put out by his tone “Cooper, I told you the other day, both that this was for people who have been on any of the San Dinero cruises. All of these people have been on one of Martin’s trips. From what I see most have been on several. See, once you have spent time on Martin's boat you are part of a club, a very exclusive club.”
Cooper only slightly less agitated asked “But the clients and vendors?”
“Did you think Mr. LeMarco only uses the San Dinaro once a year?” Tina asked incredulously. “Sure the employee cruise is the longest of the year, he has clients or contractors out at least every couple of months, sometimes more often than that. The yacht is a business expense for him. I can’t believe you didn’t realize that?”
The wind had gone completely out of Cooper’s sails. Once again, he felt like he’d been missing things right under his nose for years. He could not believe he had missed it. Of course, Mr. LeMarco’s pleasure yacht is primarily a way for courting new business or rewarding loyal clients and associates. In his twelve years at the firm, he’d not made that linkage. How naïve was he? In a much meeker voice, he asked “Are they all like ours was?”
“No, No. They are mostly just long weekend trips. I’m sorry if I have not been completely candid in the past, but Mr. LeMarco never wanted you to know about my relationship with him and Judy, and well…that I have been on over a dozen short trips in addition to the winter cruises. Now after our trip, I think you will understand that he invites me when he wants to impress a certain kind of person. If the trip is to be athletic and outdoors oriented with people who like scuba, blue water kayaking and those kinds of things; or people (men or women) who appreciate the charms of a woman like me more than, well let’s say women like Mandy or Heather, I’ve become the go-to girl. For me it’s a nice perk and I think you learned how much I enjoy playing for an audience and with new people.”
Bonnie had told him about the conversations with Heather and so he understood what she implied about appreciating her charms and playing with new people. To the LeMarco’s, sex and business had a symbiotic relationship with each feeding the other. That is why at least ninety-percent of the people at the party were business associates. Though that knowledge once more highlighted the reality that there had been a concerted effort for years to hide from him a great many things about the firm that the other senior executives all knew. He and Bonnie had talked of this at length and she’d made it clear that he should take it as a compliment that Martin thought enough of him to want him there, even if he was not on board the way they mixed sex and business. Her argument made sense, but the idea of being left out of the loop for so long still galled.
Tina, unaware of his thoughts, continued. “Most of the trips are, to one extent or another, sexually oriented; all the ones I’ve been on have been that way. However, as I understand it, several each year are downright family friendly affairs. And I don't mean for families like the LeMarco's." Tina laughed at her own joke then continued "Judy even has some one-piece swim suits for those trips. I’ve never been on one and those people are not told of these parties. Other trips only have topless or nude sunbathing and some discreet dalliances, but half are more or less like the trip last month. There are some married couples who come, some guys bring their mistresses and in increasing number are female executives who bring their boy toys or girlfriends. Since I’ve worked for you, I have gone on two or three of these a year. I never liked it but I was told I had to tell you that I had called out sick on those days. I am glad I can stop deceiving you like that. Some of the trips are reserved for just Martin, Judy and male clients and suppliers. Judy goes, and does everything to assuage their fears of being outed because the real purpose of those trips is to give the publicly strait men an opportunity to have as much sex with other men as they can handle. I’ve never been, but I understand that those are like a 48-hour fuck fest. No site seeing, no scuba diving, just constant guy-guy sex. Well, not all guy on guy, Judy says she always comes back completely worn out. Then they go back to their wives, families and Baptist Churches and play straight arrow. Like that Joe Sergeant out there, he’s been on one of the trips I’ve been on, with a mistress, but mostly goes on the all guy ones. Judy has promised to let me go on one of those this year. I’ll confess, I’m really looking forward to it.”
“Now I get it” Cooper said more to himself than to Tina.
“Joe, he was hitting on me out there. I knew it felt creepy but couldn’t put a hand on it.”
“Yea, I’m sure he was.
Have you seen the photos in the billiard room?”
Cooper shook his head, so she continued “There is a big one of Martin fucking you. It is actually really hot.” She smiled as he turned deep crimson. The dining room now had several people in it, so she lowered her voice, “I’m sure he’s hoping he can do you.”
Cooper tried to deflect that idea, “But he made several comments about Bonnie.”
“Yep, that’s him. He will fuck anything that walks and thinks anyone with a cunt wants him to be inside it. He’s a real ass.”
“Well he’s not getting into my ass tonight” Cooper whispered as he began filling a small glass plate with food.
Tina changed the subject and asked “So have your wife and Heather found a date for her to come spend the night yet?”
Cooper surprised, looked up and without out meaning to asked “How do you know about that?”
His secretary smiled, “You have to know that among the LeMarco’s, who is having a relationship with who is normal fare. Once Heather told Mandy, she naturally told Judy who told me. Don’t worry, we are all very supportive. We know how we all but pushed you three into a triad on the trip. Judy hadn’t meant to do that It was only the last day when she realized what she had done and that Bonnie and Heather and you were a thing. I think it is adorable.”
Cooper had no idea how to respond to that. He just said “I don’t know what they have worked out. But with our son’s birthday next week, it is a bit hectic at our place.”
Tina, placing some sushi on her plate, said “Oh yea, I’d forgotten. Both your kids have birthdays this month.”
Cooper was happy to change the subject. “He turns fifteen. I can’t believe it. And a week later Misty turns seventeen” Cooper said, still unbelieving the kids were so big.
Tina took a bite from a little sandwich looking thing and said, “Oh, and I understand it is a big night for your daughter tonight. I wished I’d had this much parental support when I lost my virginity.”
She was right, even though Cooper had done his best to push that from his mind. Misty had looked quite attractive when they had left. She and Kelli were wearing the new miniskirts and blouses that Bonnie had bought them on their big shopping trip. Kelli had come home with Misty after school and they spent a good hour primping for their joint date with Cody. They were preparing to go pick up the boy in Misty’s car when Mom and Dad left. They had reservations for dinner at an Italian place in Milledgeville, then they would be coming back for the night. Cooper pushed out of his head what that meant. Still he got a sick feeling in his stomach. “I don’t even want to think about that. I have to act supportive, but inside I want to vomit.”
Tina suddenly shifted to caretaker mode, “Why? It’s a beautiful thing you and Bonnie are doing for her.”
“I know in my head we are doing the right thing, but I’m losing my little girl for good”
“No you’re not” she tried to console him.
“Yea, I am and I know it and it makes me sick. OK, I’ll still have a terrific young woman for a daughter, but, its...like...like. I’ve been trying to hold on to this image of Misty as a seven-year-old and now I have to let it go.” He felt tears welling in his eyes. “I just don’t want to talk about it” and he took his plate out the door and turned right into the billiard room. He paid no attention to the antique pool table, the art deco bar, the full- pinball machine or the Whirlitzer Juke Box. He didn't even stop to look at the big photos from the cruise on the wall, but went through the room out to the quiet of the large patio and swimming pool.
He settled into a chair swing under a large arbor near the pool house and began on his bacon wrapped shrimp and cocktail weenies. It was all too much for him. Not just Misty having sex, but the whole scene at that party. Tonight he felt that it all was coming too fast. Bonnie seemed cool with everything, but it was just too much for him tonight.
He just did not like the idea of fucking people to get them to make better deals for Mr. LeMarco’s business. It appeared that both he and Bonnie’s photos were some sort of advertisement and the clients expected to have sex with the LeMarco employees if they did business with LeMarco & LeMarco. Prostitution, that is what it was. For the first time he fully grasped that poor sweet Heather was no more than a high class call girl for the LeMarco’s. With his daughter being so close in age to Heather it was easy to become angry at the idea someone would give her a job with the full expectation that she’d have to have sex with the boss to keep it. He and Bonnie and Tina and Heather and Mandy were all the whores and Martin the pimp. For over a year, he had been developing a new philosophy or paradigm about sex. It involved love, respect, fun and other things but nowhere did money fit in. Using sex as a commodity was against everything he believed in. Didn’t Jesus toss the money changers from the temple and weren’t he and Bonnie’s bodies the temples of God? How could he condone that Martin LeMarco wanted to use their bodies to make money?
Layered on this was the fact that as he sat in the dark, he knew that his precious daughter was sharing her body to a young man, likely at this very moment. Would he want her to have sex for money? No, never.
The longer he sat the more annoyed he became. He was ready to find Bonnie and leave when the door that led to the billiard room opened. The light turned blueish as it filtered through the fog created by the heated pool and the forty-five-degree night air. Though he was swallowed in the dark shade of arbor, he could easily identify the couple as Maxine Thurman, an attorney that brokered many of the largest building projects in the Atlanta area; and, Melton Carver, the grey-haired owner of a large Construction firm.
They were all over each other. In moments they had moved to a table near the pool, the black sequined dress lay puddled at her feet.
They obviously did not feel the chill, but he was clearly careful as he lay first his jacket and then starched white shirt, and finally his pants across the back of a wrought iron chair. Neither were young, both perhaps in their mid-sixties or even older; but, the energy they put into their passionate kissing would have done a teen proud. And when she sat in the chair, and pulled his boxers down she took him in her mouth with obvious relish. Cooper, who was about a hundred feet away could not exactly see what she was doing as she gave him felatio for the longest time. He could see Melton’s head rock back with pleasure, but did not know why. When after several minutes she released his organ it was twice the size it was when she swallowed it. She pulled the full slip she was wearing over her head, released her bra and kicked her panties to the ground. Hidden under her lawyer attire, she sported a fine body for her age, firm legs and firm, artificial, breasts. After some more kissing she bent over the table and he began to fuck her. As the older gentleman slowly, but methodically, stroked the powerful lawyer, Cooper thought about this odd pair of lovers.
He recalled that, in addition to being an attorney, she was also on Atlanta’s school board as well as the chairman of the Georgia State Art’s commission. She was a very prominent person indeed. Melton, lived somewhere in Arkansas where he ran a commercial construction business with world wide reach. Both of these people could have younger, more attractive lovers by the score if they wished, but chose to make love to someone of their own age and position.
About ten minutes after they had come outside the doors opened again. Judy, followed by a couple he did not immediately recognize, came out onto the patio. Seeing the other couple in coitus she politely said across the distance “I don’t mean to disturb you, I’m giving the Kiser’s a tour of the grounds, are you OK, or should I come back later?”
Maxine stood up, which pulled Melton out of her and said “No, go ahead, we are moving into the water anyway.” She slipped off her stockings and they waded into the pool to about their waist. Half of his still erect penis shown above the water’s surface. Cooper thought of the wonders of Viagra.
Judy led the couple to the pool’s edge and introduced them to Melton and Maxine, but oddly enough she did not use Maxine’s real name, though she did use Melton’s. Later he would inquire and found out that the guests who were not employees had the option of using a fictitious name on the cruise and subsequent parties. Cooper finally recognized the man introduced as Eli Kiser. It was Benjamin Goldsmith, the chairman of an investors group that funded new office buildings.
“Eli and Marion had a great time in November on our Thanksgiving trip to the Bahamas. They had been in the lifestyle when they lived in New York, but thought all Southerners were devout Baptists. Where upon Maxine rejoined “I’m a devout Baptist, and that doesn’t keep me away.”
Judy walked toward the pool house and pointed out that the general rule is no swimwear allowed in the pool. “If you swim, you swim a natural and as you can see the pool is kept at ninety-four degrees. Very nice in this weather, but you’ll want to get a towel before you get in, you’ll chill fast on cool nights like this.” She took two towels and dropped them near the pool edge where Maxine was once again bent over taking Melton’s strokes.
Judy continued the tour and was nearly on top of Cooper before she saw him on the swing. “Oh, hi Cooper, I didn’t see you.” she said surprised. “Why are you out here?”
“Just chilling” Cooper answered flatly.
“I will need you to come inside in a little bit. You, Bonnie and Heather, along with the Kiser’s are the only new comers since our last party in the fall so I need to introduce you.”
“OK, I’m coming” he said but it was several minutes before he actually came. Thinking about the couple in the pool, Cooper felt much better about the evening. Sure Martin gets good contacts, but the people who make love do so for their own reasons. No one here is directly paid to fuck. At least as far as he knew. Perhaps Martin just provides a safe positive environment. He could now see both sides of this.
Bonnie had been wondering what had happened to Cooper for some time but she was certainly not concerned. She felt totally comfortable in the hyper sexualized atmosphere. She knew she was completely comfortable in this environment and thought “I guess it’s like riding a bicycle, no matter how long it’s been, I haven’t forgotten how to do this.” She had met over a dozen new people and already had a number of offers to “hook up” later. It seemed evident to her the people here were regulars to Mr. LeMarco’s parties and not only knew each other, but knew the routines. This was meet and greet time. There as talking, some eating, some drinking, a lot of flirting and posturing for later sexual activities.
Overlooking the main room was a second-floor balcony. From what she could remember of Brian’s stories the bedrooms were all upstairs. Judy came by and asked her to follow another couple and Heather up the stairs and to the balcony. Heather reached out and the two held hands as they climbed long stairway along one wall. Below, it was now more crowded than it had been just a short time before. On the balcony the DJ’s equipment left only a small area where Judy could actually reach the railing. Bonnie tried to count the people, but had a hard time. Her best guess was there were a good fifty to sixty people in the large room below and a good two dozen, perhaps three, elsewhere. When Cooper finally came into the room, Judy rushed down to get him and returned with him in tow.
Using the DJ’s mic Judy formally opened the party “Good evening friends. I say friends because I’m quite sure I’ve had sex with each and every one of you on more than one occasion.”
This brought hoots and claps.
“We want to welcome two new couples and one single young woman to our party. Some of them you will recognize from the photos on the walls from our Winter Cruise. Cooper Campbell, whom many of you know, is chief commercial architect and Executive Vice President at Martin’s firm and his lovely, and I must say wonton, wife Bonnie. As you can all see, they both are open to all sorts of fun, so get your reservations in early.”
The applause from below excited Bonnie. Even as she waved from the balcony, her life-sized nude photos were on full display. The idea that every person there was a potential sex partner was actually a little overwhelming. Here she could openly try anything she wanted. This would be a night to remember.
Judy took Heather by the hand and said “This stunningly beautiful young woman is Heather Jones, she is Brian’s executive assistant. Just be aware she might well have been spoken for since she is also Brian and Mandy’s girlfriend; but who knows, perhaps they will be willing to share.”
Bonnie thought that Judy couldn’t have been more explicit in spelling out how the LeMarco’s saw Heather fit into their world. Though she found it offensive, she knew that Heather had resigned herself to her new role that she would play for the next eight years if things worked out as planned.
Judy then introduced the Kaiser’s and then the DJ for the evening before saying “The hot tub in the conservatory is open as well as the pool, which is wonderfully warm. Remember, both are nude only. I’m sure that is bad news to all you prudes tonight.”
“There are four guest bedrooms up here. And there are plenty of condoms around. Please don’t leave them on the floor, it’s kinda nasty, even for someone who loves cum as much as I do, to step on a cold squishy rubber. We don’t care where you fuck, but please no bodily fluids on the furniture…. or drapes, or walls …”
“On a serious note, remember: No means no; and what happens here stays here. So be free to have all the fun your heart can take and don’t leave until you have had all it can.”
The music and dancing began immediately but it was much too crowded for his taste. Bonnie was the dance fan, so Cooper slid into the billiard room. When he’d walked through before he hadn’t even noticed the photos on the wall, but this time his eyes were drawn to the corner of the room that held the pool table. Of the three large sepia prints in that corner, one was of Martin fucking Bonnie on one of the San Dinero’s stern tables. It was something he did not recall from the trip. It was actually pretty hot, but nearby was a photo of him with Martin’s dick up his ass. As he scanned the room he saw that in this room all but two of the dozen images had Martin LeMarco’s dick in someone’s, ass, mouth or vagina. It was like this was his room of his conquest; and Cooper could not miss that he and Bonnie were both in that category. He wondered if everyone at the party had been penetrated by Martin at some time in the past. I suspected that might well be the case, and these photos were just reminders to everyone who was the true alpha in this crowd.
Across the room he saw a woman he recognized as the wife of Walter Douglas, one of his former co-workers who now ran his own small firm in South Carolina. She looked as uncomfortable as he felt. Her husband was nowhere to be seen. This did not surprise Cooper. More than once he had heard Walter brag about his sexual exploits with young women, even though he had been married for twenty years back when they’d worked together. Though Walter was not someone Cooper had an interest in spending time with; his wife however, as Cooper recalled, was some sort of art professor and was very interesting. Thus when he saw her slip out the back door, he followed.
She had not gotten far when he called “Amy, Amy Douglas.”
She turned and peered for a moment at him before saying with a stand-offish voice “Hello Cooper.”
Though her tone was not at all inviting, he thought he’d press forward. He stood near enough now to talk in a hushed tone. “If you’re looking to hide from all this noise, there is a nice swinging bench over there” and he pointed to the shadows to his left.
She gave a skeptical look, like he was trying to put a move on her, but said “Thanks” and followed him past the pool to the arbor and swing.
Cooper opened the conversation with “I hate formal affairs in general, but this one takes the cake. Not only am I supposed to mingle with these stiffs, I get the distinct impression I’m supposed to have sex with them as well. If I had known this is what was going to happen, I would have found an excuse to stay home.”
That seemed to be the right thing to say. In the dim light he could see her face brighten. “I thought I was the only one who felt that way.”
That kicked off their conversation. From their talk it soon became evident that Amy had known of her husband’s infidelities for years before they had been invited on the employee trip the year before Walter had started his own company. Like Bonnie, she had tried to get the inside scoop by her husband’s secretary. And like Bonnie, she had succeeded. After finding out that it was a swinger's event, she had planned on simply pretending to get sick and let Walter go without her. “But at the last moment I decided that not only would I go, but I would fully partake and enjoy myself. And enjoy I did, to Walter’s dismay. From the moment he realized I didn’t’ need him to have fun, he became uncomfortable watching me have sex with the other people.” She went on to explain that to her, that had been a one-off thing: a payback for his years of infidelity. It was when she came to this same “after cruise” party four years ago did she understand what was really going on.
“There were not nearly so many pictures on the wall the year I went as there are this year” she said. “But to walk into that room and see an enormous nude photo of me right on the wall. I just wanted to die.”
Cooper laughed “Don’t think me crass, but I was just happy the photo of me didn’t make my penis look too small.”
She laughed, “Boobs and dicks; everyone thinks theirs is too small; but, I saw several of your photos, you are plenty well endowed. Definitely bigger than Walt from what I saw. That’s why I think he fucks around so much, to prove he is still man enough despite being on the small side. “
They both sniggered at Walt’s expense.
“So, what did you do at that first party?” Cooper asked.
“I locked myself in one of the upstairs rooms and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up two hours later and told Walter I’d been having a threesome with two well hung men. He asked who I'd been doing it with but I told him I wouldn't tell him saying he'd just have to assume everyone he does business with has fucked his wife. He was so mad we left. I must say I felt victorious. We moved to South Carolina before the next year's cruise and this is the first LeMarco party that we have been to since.”
Cooper could see she was shivering, so he offered to go find a blanket. Once he returned and he related his own misgivings about the party, they entered into a long conversation about the LeMarco's home decor and the art deco movement. It was during their talk on the Nazi influence in deco, that a group led by Mandy came out to the pool. The group seemed to contain at least half of those at the party who were under thirty. Heather was right behind Mandy, but Brian was nowhere to be seen. Cooper supposed that for Brian and his father this was a business event, so he was with someone important to an upcoming project.
It appeared that a number of those young arm candy guests had decided to abandon their escorts for a while. They discarded their clothes and jumped into the steaming pool. This sidetracked Cooper and Amy and they considered how this event must seem to those young guests, nearly all who came as playmates for their older sponsor’s. She told a funny story of when she was in their shoes as a second-year art student and found herself at a similar party that was mostly people over 50, but nearly all were important in the art community that she could ill afford to offend. Though her telling was very funny, Cooper was surprised at how much it sounded like Heather’s situation. Perhaps it has always been that way for pretty young women.
Once the pool was filled with the sounds of over a dozen people splashing, laughing and soon after, fucking, it was hard to stay on the arcane points of art history. For a while they just watched silently as Joe Sargent and a woman they did not know took a seat on one of the benches under the large arbor. In short order, the watched the young women go to her knees and give Joe a blow job.
Amy continued her discussion without comment about what was going on around them. “To be fair, I had cheated on Walter before that and for the last four years since that cruise I don't even know how many men I've slept with. The University’s art crowd is a pretty libertine bunch. I don’t know how they knew it, but within a week of the cruise one of my colleagues invited me to a party where they all smoked pot and fucked right in front of each other. It seems I’d been at Augusta State for five years and had never been invited to one of their parties. I don’t know how they knew after all that time, I’d be open to such activities after being known as a non-partier for so long. It was like the cruse changed how I viewed sex. Or more likely, it brought back what I had believed about sex when I was in my twenty's.”
Cooper explained how for him and Bonnie, the cruse had been the culmination of several years of change in their thinking and behavior. ”But, I do understand. When we came back from that week of free sex, we were not the same people who left.”
She then told him “When I took the job at University of South Carolina I was one of those invited to the art faculty’s pre-semester bacchanal, which is just a Ph.D.’s word for an orgy. And, I fully participated. Since then I’ve had a good number of clandestine lovers, including a neighbor of ours that Walter really likes; I’ve even gotten to the point I enjoy doing it in a room full of people. I just don’t like the idea of Walter setting me up so he won’t feel guilty about his fucking around.”
“Does Walter know what you do?”
“Well, I’ve denied it several times, just like he denies what he does. He knows full well I keep condoms in my purse even though I’m no longer ovulating, and, on occasion I’ll drop a hint like coming home without my panties and making sure he is in the room when I undress. Still, I don’t tell him anything.”
Cooper didn’t remember her being so attractive. Her shoulder length hair was salt and pepper, with much more salt than he remembered. Her face seemed softer and more attractive than his mental images from when she accompanied Walter to company functions. For a woman he knew must be well into her fifty’s, she was trim, but not thin and wasted looking. Though he never remembered being attracted to her before, he certainly felt attracted here and now.
In the house Bonnie had been dancing for over an hour straight while her husband hid out under the arbor. She liked to dance but generally preferred to dance in pants. She particularly hated the confining nature of dancing in formal dresses which, due to Cooper's job, she had to do once a year or so. But this dress was much better. Due to the high slit, legs which afforded her as good of freedom of movement, though now as much as if she had on jeans. When she’d bought the dress at Neiman Marcus, she’d thought she’d spent way too much for the dress; but looking around, her dress was surely one of the least expensive ones at the party. Though her dress didn’t cost a thousand (or more) dollars, like she was others did, the super low front meat her rather nice breasts drew attention.
Having never been at a party of the wealthy and powerful like this, she was a bit surprised that the very first person with whom she danced cheek to cheek, a nice-looking middle-aged man, slipped his hand under her dress and cupped her ass. Over the next hour several more people did the same as the light classical music gave way to 70’s and 80’s era dance music. With no panties or bra, her ass and boobs were openly caressed by both men and women. Several times her partner simply pushed the fabric to the side to completely free one of her breasts. A couple of times a hand even found its way to her freshly waxed vulva until she pushed it away.
After about the fifth person she realized that at the end of each song her partner thanked her for the dance and made room for someone else. This was not just a natural mingling, but was structured. She concluded that since she and the Goldsmith woman were the newbies, there was protocols at work for letting everyone get an opportunity to get a shot at the two of them. Though she did like attention, she did not like the feeling that this was someone else’s game and that she was clearly not in control. It was true that each time she pushed a hand out of her dress it left immediately and did not return. This allowed her to feel safer, but she just didn’t like the fact someone else had set up the rules without her knowledge or consent.
She decided to take a break and get a bite to eat. Walking into the formal dining room, seeing the buffet, she realized that she was famished. She picked up a glass of wine at the bar and was filling a small glass plate in the room when Judy glided in. Her gorgeous gown was looking a little disheveled, but she was in her element and glowed with delight.
“Bonnie, I hope you’re having a good time. This DJ is terrific, we found him two years ago and have used him for every event since.”
Bonnie, still surveying the choices and filling her plate, said “He’s good, very danceable. And your home is amazing, at least what I’ve seen of it.”
“Would you like a tour?”
“Sure, just let me get some of these grilled shrimp first”
Judy laughed “Sure, Mary Nelson’s caters my parties, their food is great. Of course, this is the dining room. As I’m sure you’ve guessed the photos are just for tonight. At the end of the party, Martin and I want you to take home any of the photos of you and Cooper you might possibly want. If you want any of the group photos, just write your name on the back of the ones you want. The first person, who is in the photo, who claims it gets to keep it, along with the frame, if there is one. Almost all the rest will just go to a closet and only come out for an occasional party.”
She paused to look around the room. Like Cooper had noticed earlier, there were at least two dozen photos of the luau in this room. Some were more mundane such as the roasting of the pig, but the costume of the night, bare breasts and grass skirts made all of them “R” rated. She was again pleased to see she did not look out of place with the younger women. More were of the orgy itself than she would have thought possible, evidently someone besides Martin took photos.
“Who took these?” Bonnie asked between bites of a cheese puff as she pointed to a group of photos of different couplings, most of which showed Martin somewhere in the foreground or background.
“I did. I knew Martin would want to screw more than he wanted to be the designated photographer. I’d put too much work into that party not to have photos” Judy said picking up a plate for herself. “I particularly like the one to your left.” She referred to a framed poster sized print of Ramón and Heather, both very attractive subjects. The image was shot through the flame licks showing Ramón on his knees holding her pelvis to his by the hips as she lay back with a look of ecstasy on her face. They both still had on their grass skirts so the whole thing looked so very primitive. Next to that photo Bonnie saw a shot from almost the same angle. This time it was her own image in the throes of an orgasm from Martin’s ministrations. Bonnie was a little surprised that next to that photo was one of Martin giving Ramón head. “So, I guess everyone here is cool with the guy on guy stuff?”
”Oh yea” Judy replied “I’m pretty sure that Martin has done most of the men here, so yea, guys doing guys is no problem.” Then pointing to a beautifully framed poster sized close up of Bonnie. She was smiling holding Cooper’s penis upright. At the top of the photo, Judy's legs and bare crotch loomed over them both just before Bonnie put it into her. “I already have your name on this one, you have to take it.”
Bonnie had to laugh because she had already decided she wanted it, “Yes I certainly will.”
I’ll show you the rest of the house. It’s early enough that the bedrooms may not have been wrecked yet” Judy said before she went out the far door of the dining room to a short foyer. To the right it led back to the main room; straight ahead was a set of swinging doors that were propped open showing a large well-equipped kitchen. After lusting after the commercial grade kitchen appliances. Judy noted that the entire kitchen was redone a few years back, then pointed to the island/prep table and said “however I did not have that replaced. I was on it when Brian watched his father screw me that first time while he was here visiting from his mother’s house.” She laughed “Since then I’ve seen him do quite a few girls and women on it. The summer after he finished high school, his father walked in on Brian and me doing the same thing in exactly the same place. Just like Brian had done, he watched quietly until we finished. But, unlike sixteen-year-old Brian, we were done, Martin put me back on the table to fucked me silly.” She laughed “Its hard to believe it was only two years from that first time Brian saw us have sex till he and I were doing it.”
Bonnie didn’t make any comment about her last quip but just followed Judy into the “breakfast room.” From the looks of it, Bonnie assumed this, not the dining room was where the family ate their everyday meals. The breakfast area gave way without a partition to what was clearly the actual living room where the family spent their time. The oversized white leather “L” shaped sectional looked very comfortable and a thought popped in her mind. Before she could think better of it she said “I guess that couch has seen a lot of sweaty sex over the years.”
She cringed she’d actually said that, but Judy just laughed “Oh, yes it has. We actually had to have it recovered with that full grain leather because Brian and his friends had stained the fabric so badly. The real leather was not cheap, but we keep it waxed so that bodily fluids are very easily cleaned off. You can be sure it will be sticky with cum by morning.”
Bonnie didn’t know whether to laugh, gag or get turned on by the idea the sectional would have so much sex that it would literally be sticky with semen.
She turned her attention to the cruise photos. In the large open breakfast/living room, rather than the huge prints that were in the main party room, or the large canvas mounted photos in the dining room, here there were dozens and dozens of images framed and both hanging on the walls and sitting propped up on the breakfast table, the coffee table, the end tables and pretty much any horizontal surface. The smallest were 8x10’s and the largest would be called sofa-sized; though the largest images were on the huge television screen that had alternating still images and then a short, perhaps thirty-second, video clips of essentially the same scene as the prior photo.
Judy saw her looking at the screen and explained “Martin’s camera does video as well as normal photos. With a flip of a switch, he can take photos or video and I never really know which he is doing at any time.”
Bonnie replied “Yes, Cooper’s camera does the same thing, but he’s never combined those two functions like this. I like the effect. I’ll have to make sure he makes it in here to see.”
Bonnie began walk around the large open area that comprised the breakfast and living rooms to look at the photo prints. As she walked around the images told a pretty good story of the cruise even though the photos were not in any particular order. As she went, she and Judy discussed the photos and the events. There was no question that Martin was very good with the camera, though Bonnie was pleased that the photos Cooer had taken with the little waterproof camera, and then on the last few hours of the trip with Martin’s Nikon were not noticeably inferior. She was surprised that she really liked several of the photos her husband had taken of the orgy on the sunbed that last morning. She pointed out a large horizontal image where the frame was literally filled with bare skin. “I like how he composed these so that there is no real frame of reference. It’s almost like abstract art.”
“Yes” Judy agreed. “You have to look carefully to see what it really is. “There is a larger one from this set in the billiard room. We will be going that way in a moment, so you can see it.”
“Would you mind if I laid claim to this one?” Bonnie asked.
“Not at all.” She went to a drawer, retrieved a Sharpie and marked the back of the frame. “Before you leave, please come back and mark any others you want. I really would like you to mark at least two or three dozen. I’ll have them boxed up and taken to your home next week. The truth is that these photos will mean more to you and Cooper than to anyone else so please claim them.”
Bonnie thanked her “Yes, I’ll do that. These smaller pictures will go in our house much better than the big ones, though I think I can find a space for one or possibly two of the larger prints.” She took Judy’s comment as a suggestion she was ready to move on, so Bonnie added “OK tour guide, lead on.”
Martin’s study was done in dark cherry paneling with a full wall of books, with many models of buildings on shelves; and as in every other room there were large photos from the trip. The theme of the photos in this room seemed to be the boat itself. The nudity and sex in the photos seemed to be incidental. That fit the room since in the center in a glass case held a three-foot-long scale model of the San Dinaro. Judy said “This is Martin’s life: architecture and his boat. He really loves that boat. He keeps promising to cut back on work so we can spend more time sailing. We are beginning to plan for an around the world trip, just he and I, before we get too decrepit to try it”
”Sounds like fun, but could you do it without Ramon?”
“Yea we could, but I think in the end it will be he and I and Ramon, Tina and Mandy and Brian; if we really do it at all.” Leaving the study, they came to the foyer.
At one end was a sign above and entryway: Billiard Room. Judy said “We normally just call it the rec room. Martin said that pool table is from the 1920's. The table and the sign were here when he bought the house. If it weren’t antique, it would sound too pretentious.”
As Cooper had seen earlier, it was a large room with dark paneled walls and a hardwood floor. The room was larger than Bonnie had imagined it from Judy's stories. Her first thought was exactly the same as Cooper’s had been: the room looked all the world like a prohibition era speakeasy. Bonnie thought it odd that the exterior of the house was so 1950's modern style, but the interior was Victorian. The room itself was Victorian, but the décor was all art deco. In addition to the pool table there were four sumptuous leather love seats and eight matching overstuffed chairs and a bar with a row of stools. The bar was attended by a scantily clad female barmaid wearing a bowtie. The only things that seemed out of place were the 60’s era Wurlitzer jukebox, the 70’s era pinball machine and the 80’s era Mrs. Pacman. The incongruous anachronistic items helped give the room a fun and quirky feel rather than one of stuffy pretentiousness. The walls were lined with a dozen very large framed sepia toned prints. They all depicted explicit sex acts from the trip, yet finished in sepia, they seemed much less explicit than they would have had they been in full color. Bonnie wondered if it had been Martin or Judy who had thought to have the prints done in that manner. Bonnie took a few minutes to look at all of them in some detail. She was actually surprised she actually felt quite proud of the one’s that included images of her having sex. In this room full of people there were no less than four of them.
Two of the images caught Bonnie's attention. One was of Judy with both Cooper and Brian buried in her vagina at the same time, and the other was one of the photos Judy had shot of Martin fucking Cooper. It was actually a pretty good photo of her husband and very hot. In both photos all of the participant's faces showed they were very much enjoying themselves. Bonnie could not help but how all of the images were esthetically well done, while at the same time depicting scenarios that would push the limits of even open-minded people. She was pleased the one of that final orgy taken by Cooper was, in her mind, the most artistically pleasing in the whole room. "One thing is for sure Judy, you and Martin certainly aren’t ashamed of your love of kinky sex."
Judy laughed, "Not ashamed in the least. I, for one, am pretty proud of it."
Some dozen people were already in the room, but given its size it did not feel crowded. Tina was shooting pool with a tall middle-aged man, a couple was playing pinball and the rest were just sitting around. Judy and Bonnie headed out the door to the patio just as Mandy and her group were noisily dropping the last of their clothes and diving into the pool.
“You will have to try the pool, it is so wonderful swimming in the warm water on cold nights.” Bonnie could not help but wonder how much it would cost to keep their pool heated all winter rather than closing it up. They saw Heather and the younger set, but from the her distance and angle Bonnie did not see Cooper and Amy as they continued to talk in the shade of the arbor. Judy pointed out the glass and iron pool house. Bonnie guessed it was built as a hot house but the lights inside showed it now contained an oversized hot tub, or perhaps it would be better called an indoor conversation pool. She had no doubt it was both air-conditioned and heated. Enclosed like that, it would be a comfortable retreat year-round, even out of the water.
Judy added, “If you want to swim, you will find towels and robes inside. While it is still empty, in an hour or so the hot tub will be full, and stay full until dawn. Now, I’ll show you the upstairs.”
From the balcony the went down a hallway with two doors on each side, and a set of double doors at the rear. At first Bonnie thought the photos on the wall were like those downstairs, of their cruise; but on closer inspection they were of different people. There were individual and group photos, taken on the San Dinero and at various Caribbean locals. Unlike the photos downstairs all of the subjects were clothed. Before Bonnie could formulate an idea of what they were, Judy said “This is our hall of fame. We keep a photo from each cruse to the Caribbean Islands on this hall.” Motioning to the pictures she said “I call this end of the hall, the prudes and the further you go down you get the nudes.”
And sure enough she was right. The wall space from the beginning of the hall to the first door had people bedecked in Bermuda shorts and one-piece swimsuits. The area from between the first set of doors and the second had people in much less; tiny bikinis, thongs, and toward the far end topless and naked rear ends, but no frontal nudity. Past the second set of doors all the way to the master bedroom, all the photos were nudes. “You see, the photos downstairs are not permanent and when we have more conservative guests, we have them stay in the first set of rooms. We invite more open-minded people to stay in the second set of rooms.
Swinging open the door to one of the guest rooms, she ushered Bonnie inside and said “The four guest rooms are mostly alike, and by morning they will all be occupied.”
The “guest rooms” were larger than the master bedroom in Bonnie’s house. All four rooms had a silver bowl of condoms on the end table and the back two had a mirror above the bed. Bonnie had heard of mirrors over beds, but she’d never actually seen one in a home; though, she liked the idea. The rooms were all done in different types of nautical and/or tropical decor. The photo themes from the walls outside followed inside the rooms; additionally, over the headboard of each room was an oil painting. In the first two rooms the paintings were of the San Dinero, and the back two were Polynesian themed. One was a nude of Judy as a young Polynesian woman. The other was both Judy and Mandy as topless hula dancers.
As Bonnie stepped in the room to get a better look, Judy said “This paining was done by Amy Douglass, she is somewhere around here tonight. She is amazing and does very few works on commission, but her husband used to work for Martin. She came with us on a winter cruise a few years back and I persuaded her to memorialize it with this work.” The first thing that jumped out about that last painting was its size. It was fully as wide as the king-sized bed and reached almost to the ceiling. The other thing was the lush way the vegetation was painted in the Orientalist style popular during the Victorian period. It took a moment to realize the two men playing the drums were Martin and Brian, again painted as Polynesians. It was impressive to say the least. Bonnie couldn't imagine what it had cost them to have it made.
The master bedroom was overwhelming. It was more a suite than a bedroom. In addition to the king-sized bed, dressing area, private bathroom and walk-in closet, was a sitting area with couch, loveseat and coffee table in front of a picture window that overlooked the pool and woods beyond.
The room was decorated in what could only be described as Judy in the Nude. There was even a marble bust of Judy (showing her bust of course), there were several more paintings of Judy and one wall held a huge collage of photos of her.
Bonnie began to look at the collage and Judy said “It’s after 10:00 so I’m going to change if it’s OK with you?”
Bonnie said “Sure, I’m looking at these photos. How old are they?”
“The oldest date back to my teens.”
Bonnie looked closely. The collage was a good six feet square, containing many hundreds of photos; from Polaroid’s to 8x10’s, and two were obviously from magazine pages.
In all of them she looked young with smaller but not small (natural) breasts.
From behind her, Judy continued talking as she changed “The oldest photos were from my first nude photo shoot. My best friend and I used our fake I.D.’s and posed for some freelance photographer. He paid us $50 each. I was fifteen. I’m sure he knew we were under age, but with our fake driver’s licenses he didn’t care. I don’t know what happened to most of those photos.” She reached over Bonnie’s shoulder and pointed to a slightly worn black and white of a studio shot featuring a very young teenage Judy, fully nude, standing on a small pedestal. “That is the only one I have left”
Once Bonnie got a good look, Judy went on. “That was my only professionally done shoot until I was nineteen when I went to California. The other nudes of me from when I was in high school were done with a Polaroid camera. My friends and I shot photos of each other and gave them to our boyfriends. You and I are about the same age, you know what an insanely slutty thing that was to do back then. Not like today when every girl in high school sends her boyfriend naked pictures. I had quite a reputation as a slut in high school, and of course it was entirely deserved. I’ve liked sex from the first time I talked the kid who lived next-door into fucking me.”
She seemed to think and said “I can’t believe I didn’t tell you this story on the trip. After all, I loved hearing about your teenage years. Well for me I got turned on to sex at a junior high school dance. My date, Timmy Haskins, wanted to finger me. I was thirteen and although my body was far more developed than most of my friends, I knew nothing about how it worked. I hadn’t even masturbated yet. But we snuck out of the gym and hid in a classroom. We started kissing. When he put his hand under my skirt I almost made him stop but I liked the kissing a lot. When he first started rubbing my panties, to my surprise, it felt really good. So when he pulled them aside and touched my pussy, he started giving me feelings like nothing I knew even existed. Even though I’d planned on making him stop, I let him go on. The kissing was getting better and I was, for the first time in my life, really getting turned on. I could tell he was trying to put a finger in me but was having trouble. So I took his middle finger and guided it between my lips and into my pussy. After only a few seconds, he tried to take it out but I held it in as we kept kissing. Even then I wasn’t exactly small inside and somehow I knew to tell him to put two fingers in. I didn’t know what was happening, now I know I was having my first real sexual arousal. When I started holding his hand to move his fingers around in me, he finally freaked and jerked loose and ran off. I was so mad, it felt so good but incomplete.”
“I didn’t know anything about playing with myself or doing it with girls, I thought a boy had to do me. I went through several boyfriends over the next year, but I scared all of them off by trying to get them to fuck me. Junior high boys love talking about sex but are just not ready to do the deed; or, at least our generation wasn’t. I finally was able to talk Tommy, the kid who lived next door to my mom and me in the apartments into fucking me. At first it scared him, but after we did it that first time, he couldn’t wait to do it again. We did it virtually every single day I wasn’t on my period until his mom got home from work. It felt great, but I never came. I vaguely knew I was missing something, but it wasn’t like I felt cheated, like I would now. That lasted for a full year before his mom caught us. In the last few months before we had to stop, his best friend started to join in too. You see, his mother threw a fit and forbid Tommy from talking to me ever again and she told Jake’s mom and she did the same. I was not yet sixteen and already felt crushed and sexually frustrated. Now looking back, the fact we never once even thought about birth control gave her more than enough reason to do what she did, but at the time it just made me mad and hurt.” She paused. “Oh, I don’t talk about it much, for reasons I think you can understand; but I am infertile. It’s something about my eggs that won’t let them implant. That is why I didn’t get pregnant before my mom found out I was having sex. She took me for my first gynecological exam which led to a whole series of exams. When I was seventeen, I was told I would never have children. They have treatments for it now, and I could conceive, but…that ship has sailed. I have accepted that my life course is set.”
Bonnie nodded. She didn’t know if saying something would be even worse than saying nothing, so she just nodded and gave an empathetic face.”
Judy nodded back slowly in a clear effort to control her emotions about this sensitive topic. “I’m sure that is why I became such a sex fiend. At first it was simply because I could without any fear of pregnancy, but later…” she sighed “it was because I wanted to get something good out of not being able to have a child of my own. I know that is why I jumped into the mother role with Brian and his friends. OK, a slightly perverted mother role, but I made the best of what I had.”
Bonnie started to move toward Judy, but she stepped back and went on as if she’d not stopped her story. “That summer a new girl had moved into the apartment complex. Adriana Vasquez, she was only a year older than me, but was way more advanced sexually. Her body was more developed, she dressed to get attention and she went with, and had sex with, high school guys. She also introduced me to the world of Sapphic love. The very first week her family moved into our building she brought me to my first orgasm.”
“That whole little story was to say, that is what led to us having that man take nude photos of Adriana and I. He wanted us to sign a release so he could sell the pictures to a magazine, but of course we were sure we'd get caught for our fake I.D.'s so we never saw him again. Who knows, perhaps I would have been an underage star if we'd taken a chance. That isn't such a crazy idea when you realize about that same time Traci Lords was on every news rack. Before she’d turned sixteen, she’d been nude in a dozen magazines, including Penthouse. Well, since we liked posing but didn't know who else we could get to take our pictures, we started taking topless and nude photos of each other. I gave a lot of them away, but here is one, and another, and here is another” she said as she pointed out the photos.
Bonnie looked at the pictures. She had not been a prude in high school by any stretch but couldn’t imagine posing nude back then. But she reminded herself that Misty had been only four months past her sixteenth birthday when she had done just that, with her mother watching. The world had changed a lot since she was sixteen.
A young woman stepped into the room. She was conspicuously out of dress-code. She wore a conservative, but clearly expensive business skirt-suit. Both women looked over to the newcomer.
“Valarie!” Judy exclaimed before rushing over and kissing the young woman full on the lips. “I didn’t think you were going to be able to make it.”
The twenty something woman, said “I’m not. I am on my way to the airport right now, but thought I should stop by. After all, the donor pool for my new project is concentrated here tonight. Not the least important person in that pool being you.” And she leaned forward and kissed Judy again, this time it lingered.
After the kiss Judy turned to Bonnie and said “Valarie, I want you to meet Bonnie Campbell. Her husband is a V.P. at Martin’s firm. They have, just in the last year or so discovered the amazing open-marriage lifestyle.”
Bonnie put out her hand as Judy went on, “Bonnie this is our family’s very special friend Valarie Hagan. I told you about her on our trip.”
Valarie was attractive enough, but not someone who would be pointed out for being pretty. Just like Judy had described her, on the short and curvy side. The only difference was instead of being a nerdy sixteen-year-old she was clearly and up-and coming professional. Her open smile seemed to invite you to like and trust her. “A good trait for a lawyer” she thought to herself.
Valarie looked over to Judy, “Mandy told me how you and Brian told all about my teenage years on your cruise. A cruise by the way I expect to be invited to join next year since I will be living here.”
“Of course” Judy gushed. “Have you found a place to live? Your trust fund I take it will allow you something more than a dingy studio apartment somewhere.”
The young woman didn’t even wince at the mention of a trust fund, but said “Hey, I’m no trust fund brat, unlike my cousins. I have a real job.”
Judy shot back “Oh, I’m sure you work hard, but somehow I don’t’ think the ACLU pays on the same scale as some of those big New York firms that you turned down.”
“That is true, but I am not going to parley my grandfather’s name into a corner office. If I’m going to trade on his name, it’s going to raise money for my new project.”
Judy asked “Are your parents any less opposed to this than they were when you were getting arrested in college?”
“Not really, but they are more resigned to the fact it was not just a phase I was going through. I guess I should be happy that my grandfather never gave Mom control of my trust fund. He is not nearly so hostile as she is. In fact, I think if it weren’t for the fear it would make national news, he would bankroll the whole project. He might be one of the country’s leading financers of libertarian politics, but libertarians, like it or not are part of the Republican coalition. He’d like to tell the self-righteous Christian bigots what he thinks of them, but he just can’t; at least not publicly.”
“So will he be supporting your project at all?”
“Yes, he has played a little razzle dazzle with shell companies and we will be getting a little over a million a year, for at least the next three years, that can’t be traced back to him. That is what allowed me to get the green light from the ACLU to come down here and set up shop.”
The women chatted for a few minutes more about the project. Bonnie learned that though only three years out of law school, Valarie would be heading up a joint project with the ACLU and the Southern Poverty Law Center to promote reproductive and sexual rights in the Deep-South. But from the short discussion, it seemed it was more a defensive project to blunt the power of the Christian Right than an offensive project to push sexual rights further.
After Valarie told Judy she wanted to touch bases with a few potential donors before she had to leave to catch her red-eye flight, she excused herself.
Judy turned to Bonnie, “And that is our Valarie. See, we didn’t do her any harm.”
“No, she seems like quite a young woman.” Bonnie answered.
“Well come on, let’s get this party started.” Judy said and Bonnie followed her out of the room, noticing she could clearly see Judy’s ass through the sheer material of the robe she had put on. Bonnie supposed this was when the party moved into high gear.
They stood on the balcony until the song finished then Judy took the DJ”s mic.
“My friends. It is time to properly welcome our newcomers. For those who missed the formal introduction, beside me is Bonnie Campbell. You can see even more of her on some of the images around you.”
That comment got both cheers and applause. Bonnie was not sure if she should be embarrassed or gratified at the response.
Judy went on “I see the Kaiser’s are here, so as soon as we find Bonnie’s husband and Heather we will get started. I think you will find them both outside by the pool.”
Evidently everyone knew what to do. Five chairs appeared in the middle of the room. Bonnie was ushered to one of the five seats next to the Kiser's.
Outside under arbor, Cooper could feel Amy searching for the zipper to his slacks as they kissed with tenderness and passion. She had surprised him when she went from talking about having sex with other people, to leaning forward to kiss him. Her hand on his crotch had brought his erection up to full staff in a matter of seconds. He slid his hand up her leg as she began to tug at the thin piece of metal.
“Cooper, are you out here?” A voice reached him across the patio. At first the words did not register. After they did, he quickly decided to ignore them. Then the parent in him worried something was wrong at home. He released Amy and said “Yea, I’m here.”
The voice responded “You are wanted inside.”
He looked at Amy whose hand had gripped his penis firmly through the fabric “I’m sorry.”
“That’s OK, you better go” she said in a soft voice.
Only when he stood did he see Heather wrapping a towel around herself beside one of the pool’s ladders. They had not spoken a word all night. They shared knowing looks. They both knew they were “on the job” tonight and they would not have time to talk. Additionally, Bonnie had already told him it would be best to pretend their relationship with Heather had not extended beyond the trip from Miami. So they simply smiled at one another and headed inside.
In the large room that served as the center of the party, the brightness and noise was painful after the quiet outside. He was ushered to a chair between Bonnie and Heather.
Once inside someone took his tail coat before he and Heather were seated. Heather seemed to be trying to explain that she was in a towel because she’d just gotten out of the pool, but Cooper could not hear what she was saying. It was evident that while none of those seated knew what to expect, everyone standing knew exactly what was happening.
At Judy’s direction a song started and some of the people started to dance again, but others surrounded the chairs. From in front and behind the five people were kissed, groped and otherwise touched. They were all treated to a succession of impromptu lap dances by both men and women. It was no surprise to Cooper that as this progressed women and men jostled to get the opportunity to lap dance Bonnie and Heather.
Bonnie loved the fight for her attention. In the first few minutes she had a number of friendly boobs shaken in front of her face. An attractive woman had lowered her top and offered a nipple which Bonnie took in her mouth with only a little trepidation. She felt soft hands push her legs apart followed by the feeling of wet tongue on her labia. The woman in front was gone and a new set of tits were in her mouth. The smooth face between her legs was replaced with a bearded one; a man now pushed his tongue up into her. By the time the song ended she did not know how many tits she had sucked or how many people had tasted her juices.
For Cooper the experience had been even stranger and it didn’t end with the last note of the song. Halfway through a woman with no introduction unzipped his pants and coaxed his penis out of the fly, then took his stiff tool half way down to its base in her mouth. Moments later, the same smooth face was replaced by a bearded one which took his penis almost down to the root in the first try. Unlike his wife, Cooper kept count of how many different tits he had sucked, and how many mouths had been on his dick, though he could not be sure about the gender of all those mouths.
After the dance, a nice looking, but not gorgeous woman who looked to be in her fifty’s offered to help him put his fully engorged erection back into his black tuxedo pants. She smiled at him before explaining “I think I should help since I didn’t ask before pulling it out. Though coming out it was not as big as it is now” and she gave him a wicked smile. She was vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place her. Once his pants were fastened and zipped, she introduced herself as Colleen Duncan, with Harris, Duncan & Jervy. He recognized the name as a law firm in Tallahassee with which LeMarco and LeMarco worked when doing business in Florida. The man beside her was considerably younger, young enough to be her son, and very handsome. She laughed when she saw a puzzled look on Cooper’s face. “This is my boy-toy, you don’t think I want to bring my geezer of a husband to a party like this. No way.”
Cooper now saw, this powerful female lawyer brought her young boyfriend just like the men brought their mistresses. She continued “Yep, I’m a true feminist. I was the youngest woman to be named to the Florida state appellate court back in my thirties. I liked claiming roles to which men felt entitled way back then, and I still do.” What she did not say, but Cooper knew was that she had left the bench and was now a senior partner at the second largest law firm in Tallahassee. She continued “So I’m entitled to my perks just like any man would be. How long have men had young women at their beck and call? It is time we women did the same. And I can promise you that he does not feel abused.” Through her manifesto Cooper stood to face her, but said nothing.
She motioned for Cooper to follow. Later on, no matter how much he tried, he could not figure out why he’d obeyed her so passively; but follow he did. Soon they were in one of the upstairs bedrooms. She told Cooper and her boy-toy to drop their pants and underwear. Cooper still off-balance stood half-naked as she wrapped her arms around him and began kissing. From behind he felt her boyfriend’s naked body pressing against him, a hard shaft pushed between his ass cheeks. She kissed hard and fast. He tried to reciprocate but realized he was in their hands and just hung on for the ride. He felt her follower's penis sliding up and down between his cheeks.
The arms behind him released but Colleen continued the hard kissing and began to stroke his penis. Without warning, she broke the kiss and pushed him down on his back with his legs dangling off the tall bed. His erection pointed directly up to the ceiling. She said "Wait there, and don't lose that wood." Her servant knew just how to loosen the laces of her green satin under bust type corset. He then moved to unhook it from the front while she just stood and waited. He then pulled the black shift like dress over her head revealing a fine, but not young body. Her full breasts were wrapped in a beautiful emerald bra. She wore a bra, garter and stockings to the party but no panties.
He heard the condom wrapper rip open. He knew what was coming. He was part of her game, and her game was to include her boy toy fucking him. He and Bonnie had played that game with her wearing her dildo harness, and Martin had done him on the cruise; but was he prepared for this?
She climbed onto the bed and mounted him, pushing his penis all the way in to her with one motion. She stroked fast and hard while her boy toy donned the condom. He walked behind Cooper where his feet still dangled off the bed then waited for her cue. There was no subtlety to what that cue was. She literally sprang off Cooper’s dick and twisted placing her now very wet pussy on his face, facing his feet. She gripped his penis and said to her boyfriend “Taste me”. This was the first word she had said since she told them to undress. Though Cooper’s eyes were blocked by the woman’s ass, he knew full well the blow job he was getting was from the young man.
She then began to give him commands. “Deep throat him.” “Lick his balls”, “put your tongue in his ass”, “move over I want some of that dick”. For some time they shared his penis before she said “Lube him up”
A shock of cold liquid sprayed onto his anus, followed by fingers rubbing it around before one pushed down, penetrating into his rectum. It was an odd feeling, but the erotic power they had over him, of being their sex toy, prevented him from doing anything more than waiting for the next step. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Fuck him” came the woman’s order.
He knew what was coming as his feet were lifted and spread. He tried to relax, that would make it go easier, but he couldn’t. The head of this guy’s penis struggled to penetrate the tight sphincter muscle. She told him to get more lube.
A second spray of cold liquid and a second, longer, fingering of his ass followed.
Cooper felt the woman continue to slowly jack his dick, then he felt the penis again. Now well lubed, the penis penetrated easily. Still, it caused more than a slight amount of pain as the thick shaft filled his ass. The penis was thankfully not as large as the dildo that Bonnie had had up him just two nights ago as she told him how hot it had been to watch Martin fuck him. But she had put it in slow and careful, this guy just rammed it in with all the force he could. The penis stayed buried only long enough for Colleen and her boy to kiss deeply and her to tell him how much she loved him.
Cooper focused on eating her pussy. It was very smooth with thick lips. When the stroking into his ass began, he drove his tongue in her as far as he could. The pain didn’t last long, and soon he was fully enjoying the hard fucking he was getting. She leaned forward to suck Cooper while her boyfriend worked. Once he and Colleen were in the sixty-nine position he could see up into the ceiling mirror. It was quite a sight. His legs spread as this man’s ass went back and forth with each stroke. It was not as long as he had expected before the pace quickened then the man buried his penis as far in as it would go as he climaxed.
Cooper kept up work on her clit for a very short time more before her thighs pressed in on his head and her hips shook hard through several waves of orgasm before she rolled off him. She lay on her back panting hard. For the first time since she spoke downstairs she did more than give commands. She told Cooper. “Not bad pussy licking Cooper Campbell. Why don’t you get on me and finish up.”
Cooper feeling very much like he’d been their sex toy, thought of Amy and said “No, I have someone waiting for me downstairs, but thanks for the offer though.”
Colleen didn’t seem the least put out at his decline of her offer. She and her boy did not dress, but carrying their clothes, left without another word. He lay there on the bed; his shirt and bow tie still in place, no pants or underwear, but his socks still on. His ass hurt some but not bad. From the time they had gone up the stairs till the time the others left the room, it was around fifteen minutes. An intense fifteen minutes to be sure, but still just around a quarter hour. He’d been the sex toy of that couple, no of that woman. An odd experience for Cooper. He could see why most women would be offended or hurt by being used like that, but for a rather dull middle-aged guy it was quite a thrilling experience.
He dressed and went to look for Amy.
Looking down from the balcony he could see Bonnie was having a good time. She had lost her dress so now she wore just the garter and stockings. As she had not worn panties her smooth mound framed by the garter and stockings. But at the time he was watching. Cooper could see clearly she had the attention of more than a few people in the room.
She wasn’t the only one who had slimmed down their attire. Several of the women were now wearing only lingerie of one sort of another. He assumed they must have brought a second outfit to change into as the night progressed. Even still, Bonnie was the only one who was bearing her goods for all.