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In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 21

In Search of the Final Freedom:

An Erotic Socio-Political Novel

BOOK TWO: Sexual Freedom, a Revolutionary Ideal


Chapter Twenty-One

Making It Real


Though the nude photos and subsequent notoriety were a boon to the two younger Campbell's, Bonnie and Cooper saw the dangers and had called their lawyer that very first day. Though the attorney told them he could see them the day after Bonnie received the call from the school, he asked for a few days to do some research. It took until Friday until he was ready to give them some directions other than to not talk to the police or social services if they showed up.


On Friday, three days after the call from the principal, Bonnie called to confirm that Trish knew that Misty would be dropping Lamar off at her place after school. That done, she and Cooper headed to Atlanta. It was 1:00 by the time they arrived. As they walked across the large parking lot to the professional building on the southern suburbs, Bonnie quipped “This is why I wear as little as possible in the summer. Too bad we can't dress like we did in Miami.” It was true, the Georgia summer had finally arrived. The weather man predicted mid 80’s today and even hotter tomorrow. Bonne felt like she was going to melt, the cool spring made the first of summer feel even hotter and damper than normal. Cooper’ shirt stuck to his body and Bonnie’s hair simply would not stay in place.


Cooper just chuckled and imagined the stir she'd cause in Atlanta if she had on booty shorts and a see-through top.


Cooper and Bonnie entered the air-conditioned low rise office building. Only then did she allow herself to think on why she was here. Suddenly she was nearly shaking with jittery nerves. They were led back to a large, but not ornate office. The lawyer, Dean Toombs leaned back in his chair.

“Well, well, you certainly have kept my office busy this week.” The heavy-set attorney said with a deep Georgia draw. “I guess it’s good for the staff to do work on something totally different for a change. I guess in L.A. this kind of thing might be more common, but here it’s quite a novelty.”

Bonnie was a bit impatient and jumped in before his words were fully out “What have you found out?”


“The long and short of it is you don’t have anything to worry about.”


Cooper looked at his wife “I told you Martin and Mike both told me this is not a problem.” He referred to Martin LeMarco and their good friend from church Mike Marshal, who was the leading criminal attorney in Hancock County.


Mr. Toombs went on “Unless, that is, your local solicitor or someone in Social Services gets itchy for some publicity. Then they could cause you quite a headache.”

Both Bonnie and Cooper felt their feet pulled out from under them. They instantly leaned forward to catch the next words.


Ever so slowly the attorney went on “But I found out Sheriff White punted this one to the FBI. I have a contact that was able to determine that the FBI has no plans to pursue the matter. Still if the solicitor wants to pursue this he might be able to grandstand about it; but because you had no part in publishing the web site and you were acting lawfully in going nude on the beach you are in the clear. At least according to the laws in Miami Beach…so at least to the law the photos are not illegal. The nude beach photographs fall into the kind of nudity in a national geographic magazine...just barely.” To Bonnie he said “Yes, there are photos of you having sex but Misty is not in any of them, so your claim she was not a part will hold.”


Bonnie thought to herself that she was thankful that the guy’s who sold the pics had made a point not to sell any with her fucking while Misty and the other guy gave each other hand jobs. Misty was clear that the third guy had clearly taken pics of her holding her guy’s dick while he rubbed her clit, but none of those were part of the website.


Mr. Toombs went on “In theory the Miami Beach Police could pursue that on public indecency grounds, but the chances of that are about zero. So, all that is to say that you have no real legal exposure, only bad PR. And since it seems that you and Cooper have an understanding about all this; it’s all good.”


“And Social Services?” Bonnie asked with baited breath.


“Same thing. It is possible the director might get an itch to do some grandstanding, but no more... at the very worst just some inconvenience to you. I thought you might be nervous about that issue so I used a back channel to find out if they are interested. What my source tells me is given their overwork with real cases, they don’t want to touch it. I think it is highly unlikely they will want to get involved in this, even if someone calls them to report this as abuse, they won’t bite. Not for a prominent white family like yours. You don’t need to worry about even a visit.”


This confirmed what Cooper had thought. “So do you have any suggestions for us based on all I told you?”


The lawyer put his hands behind his head “Well, Georgia is strange. On one hand, it has a liberal age of consent law. Sixteen-year-olds can have sex with anyone they choose unless that person is a care giver or teacher or such. That law was changed after a pair of black seventeen-year-olds were sent to ten years in prison and labeled as sex offenders for life after getting a blow job from a girl weeks from her sixteenth birthday. On top of that fornication, unmarried people having sex, is still a misdemeanor that can be prosecuted if someone really wants to. But, it would just be harassment since Supreme Court rulings on privacy would in the end invalidate such laws, but they can still be used to publicly humiliate people. In your case, as a well-connected community leader you have nothing to fear, if you were poor and black you might.”


“The biggest liability” he continued “with families with popular teenagers is booze. You can’t tolerate any booze….or pot, or anything else illegal for minors or adults, brought by anyone to your house. Make sure your kids know that. Combining any of those things with sexual activity under your roof would cause you problems.”


Cooper nodded his head. “I don’t think that’s an issue.”


The lecture continued “I would not hang out with Misty or Lamar’s friends if they are not fully clothed. Mostly I am talking about your swimming pool. The teenagers need to be wearing swim suits until they are eighteen. It’s not illegal for you and the teens to go nude, but their parents could, in theory, go the civil suit route. So, I’d avoid it. To complicate matters, that is not the case if their parents are present or give consent for them to go nude since that falls under the exception for recreational family nudism. Under that rule, there is no age restriction. Again, the laws are so inconsistent.”


”No problem. Bonnie and I have already made house rules about drinking and drugs at our house.” Cooper agreed.


The lawyer concluded with “As odd as it seems, because the beach photos were taken legally in a public nude or topless beach, they are easily defended as would any photos of nudism in your home or at your pool no matter the ages. To me it makes no sense that in Georgia (and about one third of all states) sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds can have sex with almost anyone they want, but to photograph them having sex, or even photographing them naked in a setting that is not “nudism” is kiddy porn. And that is a serious felony. So, even though the practical difference is slight, the legal implications are huge.”


Cooper and Bonnie left more relaxed, now they only needed to concern themselves about the social fallout. After all she and Cooper were leaders in the church and routinely hosted youth activities at their home in addition to the weekly ladies fellowship group (aka the tanning group).


The next morning, Saturday, Cooper was opening his email, and saw a message from Rev. McBride. With trepidation he opened the message.


“Cooper, I just read your piece in the Social Chronicle. I know I’d read the earlier versions, but still I was impressed. How would you like to present at the Synod meeting next month? They have had a few speakers cancel and need some help. This would certainly liven things up and you will be surprised to find you will have a few supporters (and more than a few critics). If you’re interested, I need to know by tomorrow.”


Cooper immediately called Rev. McBride. After thanking him for the kind words and agreeing to do the presentation he asked if he'd received any calls about the photos that had appeared on-line. Rev. McBride said that he had been told about them by his kids and had seen the photos, but had not heard any complaints. To be clear Cooper asked “Have you seen the whole set on-line rather than just what has been passed around at school?” He said he had not.


With trepidation Cooper said, “I think you might want to see a few that are not yet in local circulation so you don’t get blindsided when they do. Would you like me to send you a sampling of what will cause the most controversy?”


His pastor (and friend) said that would be a good idea. Cooper had told him that he and Bonnie now have an open marriage months ago, but for him to see photos of her having sex might be too much. But Cooper knew the safest route was to send them. He was sure those sex photos would come out eventually.


After he hung up. Cooper called from the study “Bonnie, we do have some good news. The Social Chronicle went out today. Dr. McBride thinks it should get a good response in at least a few circles, even if a lot of people will hate it. I asked if he'd gotten feedback about the photographs. He said he had heard about them from his kids and seen the ones circulating at their school.”

“Any comment about my pictures?” Bonnie asked.


"No, just that he'd seen them. That was all."


"OK, I guess." She said as she was dialing her cell to call Trish. Before this week she had seen Cooper’s writing these academic essays on sexual openness as nothing more than a hobby. But since the call from the school, she now saw them as very important. She had even read the piece he’d written for Salon.com for the first time. It was way to wordy and formal for her tastes but she liked his conclusion


“The fact that the 6th century tools for oppression of human thought still shape the 21st century world should be of concern for all. Shame and self-loathing for behavior that is nearly universal is an idea whose time passed a millennium ago. Yet it survives today. Just as it served the small numbers of leaders in the medieval Church to control the large and diverse populace of Europe, small groups on both the left and right continue to use sexual shame to leverage their small numbers to control nearly all of the large and diverse populace of America.”

“Hey Trish” Bonnie said when her friend answered the phone. She hadn’t talked to her since Wednesday night. Bonnie told her what their attorney had said about the photos not being porn in the legal sense. “So Byron and his friends shouldn’t have to worry about this going beyond their suspension. Not that I am saying that is small potatoes.”


Trish, her voice less withdrawn. “No, for a boy who has never even gotten detention, three days of in-school-suspension has been a big deal. But I’m glad to hear this should be the end of it.”


Bonnie felt very bad for Trish. “I’m so sorry we caused this problem for you.”


“Bonnie, you didn’t cause the problem; I don’t even blame Mark for showing Byron the pictures. Byron should have known better than to be part of selling them at school. He got what he deserves. It’s just Byron’s dad is making my life hell over this.”


“Why don’t you come on over, I know Byron and Lamar won’t be home from that band competition till late and Misty went to Atlanta shopping with her friends. It’s hot out, we can relax by the pool.

“I would but Sherrie Connors is on her way over.”


“Invite her to come too.”


After a pause Trish said “OK, we’ll be there in about forty-five minutes.”


Bonnie hung up and went into the study, “Cooper, can you make me a composite of all the best pictures that the LeMarco’s have given us along with the best of the photos we took in Miami." She then added "And any nude or topless photos you took of me last summer at our pool that you like.”

Looking back from his computer, “Sure, but why?”


“Trish and Sherry Connors are on their way over and, well, I’m buying into what you have been saying. If we are going to do this, we have to be clear to our close friends about just who we are and what we do. I think it’s time we come out of the closet. If we are going to live by what you’re writing, we can’t hide who we are from our best friends.” Then thinking for a minute, “Do this, cut it down to the best hundred from Miami, another hundred from the cruise, maybe ten from the pool and perhaps a couple of video clips. It just took too long for Misty to show just the Miami photos to her friends. Why don’t you leave out the pictures of the guy on guy stuff, that might be a little too honest for right now. And make it with two different directories one for each set, I don’t want to throw too much at them at once.”


Cooper agreed, and by the time her friends arrived she was already out by the pool, using her laptop to look over the photos. She was wearing one of the new bikini's that she and Misty had bought on-line. Though they both agreed that they would both as often as not wear nothing this summer, they bought a number of new bikinis. But they did not really buy them for themselves. They bought them in a variety of sizes to be loaners for girls or women who wanted to try something racier at their pool. However, Bonnie had bought one with black and grey fabric and with crisscrossing straps for herself. It was one of those that would be called a Brazilin in Miami, but would be called a thong here in Georgia. She thought she looked great in it.


At quarter after eleven when Bonnie went out, the thermometer by the pool read 91°F. When she heard Trish's car pull up, after some thought, she put back on the bikini’s push-up top and cover-up. She rose to greet her guest as Cooper escorted them out. Though Trish had been a regular at the Campbell’s pool from the very first, Sherry had never been to their home before. Bonnie could tell the new, older, woman was taken a bit off guard by Bonnie’s cheek exposing swimwear. The three women settled into chaise lounges and relaxed. After she had poured them both a glass of white wine and judged they had made enough small talk Bonnie asked “How’s Byron doing? Lamar told me he was able to go to the band competition despite his suspension.”


Trish answered “Yes, I’m so glad. And he seems to be in a good mood. It seems that this whole chain of events has suddenly made him popular. For only the second time all year a group of guys came to our apartment just to hang out with Byron. You might not know it but Misty is now a superstar at school. Byron's connection to your family and because he was the first person to positively identify you and Misty in the photos helped his social status. But to be fair, all the guys at our house were other brass players. So I guess his social mobility hasn't been that dramatic. Still he's happy.”


Bonnie had to laugh because she'd heard all about the lack of respect the band members felt. She then swiveled around to look at Sherry. Trish saw her face and said “I told her about all this stuff. I hope that’s OK?”


Bonnie laughed “That’s fine, I really am trying to be open with all this. Trish, you know I’ve been making a lot of changes over the last year, but even you don’t know how many. So Mrs. Connors what do you think of me now that I'm outed as a Jezebel?”


Sherry was a woman in her late sixties from somewhere out west who had been married twice before. Two years ago, she had married Herb Connors and moved to Sparta. Bonnie remembered shortly after joining their church, she had told a group of ladies that her first husband died of cancer after twenty years of marriage and her second marriage had lasted less than a year. She had an exceptionally nice figure for her age and was quite the flashy dresser. Trish had stopped by her place so she could get a swimsuit. Even with a swimsuit and wrap skirt, she wore plenty of jewelry. Her maillot showed quite lot of, evidently silicon enhanced, cleavage That outfit worn to a church event would be enough to get tongues wagging. According to Trish, she had made vague references to her wild years on several occasions. But not even the gossip mill had any idea what that might mean. Though she would always be an outsider in their community, she was well liked, at least by the younger women. The church women’s ‘old guard’ saw her as trying to suppliant Herb’s deceased wife, who had been a pillar in the church.


Bonnie noted that Sherry thought for a few moments before answering her question. Then in slow, carefully chosen words, she said “Now Bonnie you do not need my approval for what you do. I have been more places and done more things than you can imagine and I don’t regret any of them. Well, I don’t regret very many of them at least. If you’re worried about offending me the only way to do that is to treat me like a naïve child. So let’s see these pictures that everyone is so excited about.”


Bonnie began to cue up the laptop but she realized her battery had died.


“Here, we will have to take the jump drive inside, my tablet is dead” Bonnie said.


On the jump drive she’d curated the photos in stages. She even had a few dozen photos and six video clips from the cruise if she thought Trish would but up to that. She started the slide show with their Miami Trip “I think I should start not with the photos that showed up on the net today, but since Sherry has never seen them, I’ll open with our family photos from the days before I went to the nude beach.” She narrated through the ten minutes or so it took to run through the first set of Miami photos. When she worked through the nude beach photos to the part where she was having sex, she did not even hedge. “Yes, I had sex with that guy right on the beach with Misty not ten feet away. The only reason I stopped was I knew Misty would have soon been having sex too and we had not brought any condoms.” Trish’s’ eyes were wide in disbelief; but Sherry just nodded as if understanding. Though Bonnie had never told anyone but Cooper the next part, she felt it was important. “It was only fear of Misty getting pregnant that prevented us from having a full-blown orgy. I was ready to do all three guys and afterward Misty told me she had been too. In the end, I only let myself go for perhaps five minutes. Yes, I’ll admit, it was great. I wanted to keep going but I pulled myself back together and got off of him.”



Bonnie wondered what Shery’s look of complete understanding and even sympathy meant.

Quietly so as not to let Cooper hear in the adjacent study, Trish asked “But you had sex with another guy. What does Cooper think of that?”


Bonnie looked for the words to tell her friend that she had done many other men in the past year when Sherry stepped in. “Bonnie back that up to just before he lifted you up.” Bonnie backed the slides and started again. Sherry told her to stop when she got to the photo that showed her face at the instant the good-looking college guy had just penetrated her with his penis. Sherry said, "Trish, compare this photo, with the last one of this sequence."


Bonnie advanced once more through the two dozen photos of her going to town. Her face made it clear she was fully engaged in rapturous sex. Near the end of the set Sherry said “Look at her eyes. Now go to the next to the last frame."


In that photo, her eyes had flown open. There was a look as if someone had startled her.


"One more."


This one was now at full profile. The face of ecstasy was gone, but so was the surprised look. It was as if in the few seconds it took to capture those last three images Bonnie had completely changed attitudes. Bonnie had not noticed the difference in the photos before; but that instant in time was burned in her mind. The pictures did indeed tell the real story. She couldn't believe she'd not seen it before.


Sherry then said “Trish, like I’ve said before, I’ve been around. I’ve actually watched a good many friends have sex with a man outside their marriage for the first time. The face she showed in those first few frames as his penis goes into her is not the face of a woman who is having her first taste of extramarital sex. I have no doubt. It’s too relaxed. She is enjoying it too much, especially with her daughter watching. Correct me if I’m out of line Bonnie, but this isn’t the first guy you’ve had between your legs in the past few years, besides your husband’s I mean.”


Trish’s face was mortified “Shhh," she hissed. "He’s in the next room he’ll hear you.”


Sherry looked at Bonnie with a wicked grin, “Oh, he knew didn't he? Perhaps he even took the photos. And Misty knew her mother had been with other men too. Notice she's not surprised at all at what is happening. It was smart not to have any photos showing both you screwing and her watching, but she was there and watching and didn’t mind one bit.”


Bonnie looked at Trish’s bulging eyes. She didn’t know what her friend was thinking. Without speaking she moved the slides all the way back to the photo of her sitting at the cabaña bar and began with the Cuban man.


“This photo was taken the day before I went to the nude beach. See the man talking to me. Shortly after Misty took this photo I went up to his penthouse and we had sex. Mad crazy sex. Amazing once in a life time sex. Then,” moving to the next slide “as soon as we finished I left. I put my bikini bottoms back on in the private penthouse elevator. I was still weak in the knees and sweaty when Misty shot this photo of me coming from the condo building.”


Trish whispered “Where did you tell Cooper you’d been?”


“I told him I’d gone to the penthouse and I’d gotten laid.”


Bonnie looked at Trish’s befuddled eyes. Sherry looked at Bonnie.


“Do we get to see the rest of the pictures? I saw there were two more directories in the index” Sherry said.


“Trish, are you up to another set of photos?” Bonnie asked “You look a little shell shocked already, and the others are, well, more extreme.”


She shook her head and said “Oh, sure, I was just imagining what my ex would have done if I had announced I’d just gotten laid. It certainly would have involved EMS. Go ahead, I’m getting an education. Evidently I didn’t know when I invited Sherry I would be bringing someone who knows more about my best friend's sex life than I do.”


“O.K.” Bonnie said “But I warn you, though I think these photos are beautiful, you might find them shocking.”


Bonnie went back to the directory, “Now, to be honest, these are not all the photos we have from this trip, but Cooper has culled them down to the best one hundred.”


She decided to call Cooper in to the room to help her narrate. “I hope you don’t mind” Bonnie said to Trish, “He can help me explain what’s on the photos.”


The opening image was taken in the Miami marina with all eight passengers ready to depart. The second photo skipped to the next morning as they were hiking through the jungle. A photo showed the topless hikers, the next was of Judy posing in the nude.


“That’s my boss’s wife” Cooper explained.


Trish just sat, eyes wide.


Bonnie gave her friends a moment to take in the next image before speaking. In the foreground was Cooper’s bare backside as he stood on his knees on a large rock. Beyond him, it was evident that Bonnie was sucking him off while she lay on her side and masturbated. Beyond her, was a teenage girl, who lay on her back, also nude, also masturbating. “We were sunning on this huge flat rock in the middle of the jungle.” Bonnie finally said.


Cooper interrupted “Sunning nothing! She and one of the girls from the office were getting themselves off right in front of me.”


Trish’s face was now deadpan. Bonnie suspected she just couldn’t take it all in.


Bonnie continued “It seems that we were in a nature reserve. And yes, that is me and Heather from his office. After we sunned for a while, we did, uhhhh, well, start enjoying ourselves. Then as you can see, Cooper joined in.” Then she continued on with the slide show. The next image was a wide shot on the deck of the beautiful sailing yacht, San Dinero. In the photo Cooper was standing beside the raised cabin watching Bonnie who was on the cabin roof with Heather, sitting atop Brian LeMarco; the two women were both nude and clearly having sex with the young man at the same time.


“He’s OK with watching you do... THAT?” Trish blurted out.


Cooper answered “If she is having fun, why should I object?”


Trish was getting louder “She’s your wife!”


“All the more reason I want her to be happy” Cooper said coolly.


Sherry stepped in and began to talk to Trish as the images continued to cross the screen. “A man who really loves and trusts his wife enjoys watching her enjoy herself, even when she is having sex with someone else.”


It was Bonnie’s turn to be stunned. How were these words coming from the mouth of this older church woman?


"I actually like this one" Bonnie said of the next photo that Martin had taken from the cockpit. In this one she was facing his feet and Martin was several feet below the cabin roof and the composition was all about Bonnie. Who she was on did not matter. She was bent back on her knees, every part of her inner labia was fully visible in the morning sun. Her larger lips provided a frame and her little lips wrapped around and gripped the penis while her clitoris poked out from under the hood and it's ridge stood up and out like a mountain ridgeline. "I've never told anyone but Cooper, but I think I look really good down there. I hope you don't think I'm vain, but between my nipples profiled against the sky and the beautiful symmetry between my legs, I couldn't look much better."

Cooper agreed right off then Sherry agreed too saying "Oh, you are right. You have a lovely vulva. You have a right to feel good about it. And this is a great and very erotic image."


For the first time even Trish said something. "I can see what you are saying. I've never really looked at myself like that, but it all looks so... so symmetrical."


Sherry supported Trish's tentative entry into the conversation, "Yes, that is the word. It's symmetrical, almost as if a painter had meant to make a right and left mirror image."


Later the same photo that had gotten Caitlin’s attention filled the screen. It was of Bonnie and Cooper, with his full erection quite prominently shown. Trish blurted out “Bonnie, you don’t mind if I see him like that?”


“No, I think he’s handsome and has a wonderful penis” Bonnie replied.


Bonnie was again surprised when Sherry seconded Bonnie “Yes, he is and his penis is. Don’t you think so Trish?”


“Well… she hesitated, yea I’ve always thought he is attractive, but she’s Bonnie’s husband.”

Sherry smiled, “Well, I think before these photos are done, you’ll have a new appreciation for your friends and their marriage.”


Bonnie was puzzled. How did this woman seem to know exactly what had gone on? From that first photo of her with that guy on Haulover Beach, she seemed to know. But how?


A nude photo of Ramón at the wheel came up.


“Now that is a nice piece of man flesh” Sherry said. “You shouldn’t have let him go.”

Bonnie looked over to Trish, “Are you OK with this Trish?”


Trish didn’t answer but nodded, eyes wide and glassy. Only then did Bonnie say "Oh, I didn't just look. And he isn't just a looker, he's a doer. He really knows how to use that tool."


Sherry looked over at Trish, "I know all of this is hard for you to understand. From what you have told me, your husband was jealous and distrustful. I have had both kinds of husbands. Jerry was the love of my life, but we were never monogamous. Never in twenty years.”


Now Bonnie understood why this grandmotherly woman had seen what was going on. She slowed down, almost stopped the progression of photos while Sheri talked.


The older woman continued, “For two decades we had more erotic fun than you can begin to imagine. It started in the swinging 70’s in California, before AIDS and the rise of the religious right. Together we did men, women, couples, little group sex, big group orgies, there was no limit. In those days we didn’t even have to hide our open life style from other young couples, many of whom had been free love hippies just a few years before. We were closer than any couple I’ve ever known and kept it up until he just got too sick. And even in those last months we would relive our wildest experiences.” She got very quiet, “It was very special; once in a life time special.” Sheri went silent.


In a flat voice she went on “After he passed, I went to a few parties; but it just wasn’t the same. The sex was fine, but it felt so empty without Jerry. I took a job in Atlanta and for several years I was celibate as I grieved. When I met Carl, who eventually became my second husband, he loved that he dated a woman who didn’t expect monogamy and even better that I didn’t mind his friends joining us in bed. It wasn’t’ until we married I realized that his motives were completely different than Jerry’s. We didn’t share sex. He had sex and I was his possession to use as he liked. Well, if I misjudged him, he also misjudged me. I wasn’t going to be any man’s property to be passed around like a party favor. It didn’t take long after that he was out of my life.” She paused to regroup her thoughts.


After a few moments Sherry resumed her talk “I vowed not to make the same mistake again. Then when I met Herb, I guess one of the attractions was that he was almost ten years older than me. I just buried the past life, with only these boobs and my pictures and a single grainy video as reminders of my life with Jerry. My relationship with Herb is much more as companions than lovers. He’s a wonderful man, kind and gentle. But we will never have what Jerry and I had.”


Bonnie could see a tear running down her cheek. “Do you want me to stop?”


Sherry perked up quickly “Oh, no no, your photos are great. Before I left him, Carl found my box of hundreds of photos and dozens of videos and threw nearly all of them out. I only have a small cache of photos and one video tape left and it’s about worn-out from me watching it over and over.”


Bonnie began going through the photos of the Luau and she resumed her narration. Trish was clearly lighting up. In a timid voice she said of a shot of Ramón in his grass skirt with his penis sticking straight out from the brown grass. “I love those outfits”


Bonnie seizing the moment, “Ah, you do like this. It’s been way too long since you’ve seen a man.”

Sherri added, “or had sex.”


“I have never in my life seen pictures of people I know doing anything like ….like that before” Trish said breathlessly as a photo of Bonnie and Tina doing sixty nine at the luau was on the screen.

The photo show continued as did the narrative. The photos of Bonnie and the others in their calypso dance outfits led to her story about being double fucked in the rain.


“No way” Trish gasped “Not two at once!”


“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it” Sherry answered as the photos continued to flash on the screen. There were wonderful snorkeling and scuba shots, and many more of explicit and sweaty copulation. The last image was a group photo, just like the first slide had been, but everyone was nude this time.


When the main menu returned there showed what appeared to be chapter headings, and beside each was a small picture. “Is there video too? Sherry asked.


Bonnie said, “Well, Trish, if you are up to one more thing, we have some short video clips. Martin LeMarco’s fancy Nikon also takes video, amazing HD quality video. But, well, they are just clips of a few minutes each, but they are way more personal with sound and motion than the photos are.”

Cooper offered “The LeMarco’s gave us about twenty clips, but on this jump drive all but one of the clips are from the very last morning. I actually took the first three clips from that day in between shooting still photos. It was just a matter of switching a couple of settings on the camera. Once we are done, you might want to step into our bedroom where we have hung a large print of a still photo that I shot at the same time. Judy LeMarco took the last two clips after I handed her the camera. In that last pair you will see me, Bonnie and Heather. Each are about two minutes long, so in total the six clips I’m going to show you come to like twelve minutes.”


Bonnie asked Trish, “Are you up to really seeing and hearing Cooper and me having sex?”

Trish just nodded.


Bonnie pushed a button on the television’s remote control.


The TV showed a beautiful scene of Bonnie and two other, younger, women sun bathing on the cabin roof of the yacht under sail. It was pretty but not erotic. The two of them chatted for a minute or two with the cameraman before the view panned toward the stern of the yacht where Cooper and several other’s relaxed talking. All were nude. Cooper put in “I included this clip because it gives you a feel of what it was like sailing in the open ocean. It would have been a memorable trip even had we never taken off our clothes.”


Bonnie agreed with him.


The next scene was of the sun bed with all five women and the two LeMarco Men tangled together. The clip initially focused on Brian LeMarco stroking into Bonnie. Her legs were bent almost to her chest as he fucked her slow and steady. Bonnie’s face and upper body filled the screen as her moans of pleasure were very audible. Slowly the image zoomed out to show all seven of the bodies intertwined on the sun bed. It was unlike porn in that there was very little movement. With the wider angle, even Brian’s short slow strokes were hardly visible, as were Martin’s as he spooned Tina from behind. The sun reflected off of the sweaty skin to emphasize the passion. Bonnie hope Tina and Sherry would see this as a tableau of bodily pleasure rather than something base.


As if responding to Bonnie’s thought, Sherry said “That is a really, I mean really, wonderful shot Cooper.”


Trish echoed “Yea. It really is. I’ll confess, I’m surprised, but I like it.”


In the next video clip, Bonnie was on top of Martin, grinding on his dick and kissing Mandy’s breasts as she sat on his face. The camera panned over to show Brian laying beside his father with Heather and Tina doing the same to him. The view slowly moved out to show the pair of threesomes in the context of the larger yacht and the ocean. Cooper was actually pretty proud of his photography in that two-minute scene.


Once again both Sherry and Trish complimented his cinematography. He thanked them and observed “Judy isn’t there because she had gone to relieve Ramón at the wheel for a few minutes so he could join in too.”


In the last clip Cooper had moved so that he was shooting down on them from the main cabin roof. This was the longest segment and began with Bonnie on all fours taking Ramón’s hard pounding until the video caught her crying out that she was cumming, then moments later he pressed hard into her and grunted as he ejaculated. After only a few more good hard strokes the dark man pulled out of Bonnie and slid off the sun bed. He could be heard apologizing that he had been gone longer than he planned and needed to go back to his station at the wheel.


While Cooper had been focusing the camera on Bonnie who was in the center of the sun bed, he also caught the others as they were in action on either side of her. Brian and his wife had been jointly working on pleasuring Tina while Heather and Martin were in sixty-nine. Even as the video showed Bonnie catching her breath laying on her stomach, Brian and Mandy LeMarco left Tina to move toward her. Before the clip ended, a triangular orange pillow had been pushed under Bonnie’s hips. Cooper’s camera work showed Brian sliding his penis in for sloppy seconds. When the camera moved back, Mandy’s crotch was under Bonnie’s head. The clip ended as Cooper filmed his own wife as she put her mouth to Mandy’s vulva and began to eat her out.


Bonnie laughed “I couldn’t tell if it was Brian’s or Martin’s semen I tasted on her. With both Brian and Martin able to cum more than once in a session, it was hard to tell.”


Sherry said “Been there done that” and she laughed.


It was lost on no one that in less than ten minutes of video, they’d seen Bonnie with three different men inside of her and one climaxing. Bonnie looked over at Trish, she just sat, not moving, hypnotized.


The next clip opened with only Bonnie, Heather and Martin still laying on the sun bed. All three were breathing hard. Bonnie paused the video before saying “The big end of trip orgy had come to an end, at least that is what I thought until Cooper handed Judy the camera.” When Bonnie resumed the action, Judy’s voice came from the television as she pointed the camera at Cooper.

“Cooper? Would you be interested in tasting your wife after watching her fuck three men? I was busy with Tina at the time, but I am pretty sure Brian gave her his last load just before we quit.”


Cooper smiled at the camera but didn’t say anything before he took a position on his stomach, face between Bonnie’s spread legs. Judy added “I’m sure if you lick her mound and thighs, you will get plenty of Ramón’s jizz since Brian likely pushed most of it out of her with his cock.”


Bonnie looked up to the camera and gave a thumbs up before leaning back to enjoy as the camera showed Cooper doing just what Judy suggested. The image zoomed in to show him kissing and licking his wife’s inner thighs, then moving to her mons before the clip ended.

Sherry laughed “Well. You two certainly have embraced the lifestyle to the fullest. Sad to say I’ve known more than a few men who would never do that. Certainly, my second husband wouldn’t have.”


Her words were cut off as the final clip began. It was the shortest lasting only about a minute as it showed Heather on her back, legs up with Cooper driving his penis into her while Bonnie sat on her face. Judy zoomed in on the looks that Bonnie and Cooper were giving each other as they both gave and received pleasure from the young woman.


Sherry said “Oh, I love that. This video captures the feeling perfectly. There is nothing like when you and the love of your life share an experience like that.”


All Bonnie could say was “Yes. You are right.”


In a quieter voice Sherry said “It brings back so many wonderful memories for me. What I would give to have just five minutes of video like that with Jerry and I.”


To that Bonnie had no response. She had not before considered how this would look to her decades in the future. She just switched off the TV and stood up.


Trish seemed to be in deep thought then stood and asked Bonnie “To be clear you really liked doing all of that. Right?”.


“Oh yea!” Bonnie said. “I really did. And I guess I should add that Heather spent last weekend with us. She, Cooper and I even had sex right out here on the couch.”


Sherry also standing just said “Good for you. It is hard for most couples to bring the lifestyle home. I commend you for doing so.” She then looked to the bedroom door, “And now to see the photo you were speaking of.”


Bonnie used an arm to indicate the direction and the four of them began the few steps to the bedroom. Sherry continued “The video quality is amazing. My old videos looked positively awful compared to that. And both of those two young women were so beautiful. All you were just so sexy. That’s better than any porn I’ve ever seen.”


“I know” Bonnie said “It’s great. We have perhaps a little less than an hour of video in total. About half though is underwater stuff from the reefs. Even with the nudity aside, those underwater clips really are quite the memory.”


Cooper and I have watched the whole thing several times. We never make it to the end before we can’t watch anymore because we are too busy doing it live.”


“I bet!” Sherry said. “You wouldn’t let me borrow it so Herb and I can watch it together would you?

“Sure. Remind me to get it for you before you leave. Just don’t’ let it leave your possession. It is numerically watermarked and Cooper would get sued if it gets into the wrong hands.”


It had been less than an hour from when Bonnie had put in the flash drive, but for Trish it felt like far longer. Prior to this, she had thought she was pushing the boundaries by going topless in a ladies’ only environment; but now she, for the first time since her teenage years considered the possibility that it was OK to let her friends know she liked to have sexual fun, for herself.


After being in the cool house for an hour, the girls went back out to the pool, this time followed by Cooper. Between the slide show and the wine, the two guests were both clearly feeling good. Sherry almost danced back to her chaise lounge dropping her wrap skirt on the way. Turning to Trish, thanks for stopping by my place so I could get my suit, but it is just too pretty out here to wear it. I hope you don’t mind if I take it off.” Without waiting for a reply, she slipped the shoulder straps down and stepped out of her only clothing.


Raising her hands to the noon sun she said “It’s been so long since I felt the sun on my whole body. I LOVE IT!” Cooper found her surprisingly attractive. She was average height with well-coiffed frosted yellowish hair (and a full gray bush). Her perfectly round butt not overly large breasts balanced her full thighs and rear. Her skin glowed with a tan as if she’d been sunning nude for a month. He wondered if she used a tanning bed, or spray on tan. He felt a twinge in his shorts. She cupped her breasts and to everyone’s surprise tweaked her nipples between her fingers.

”Well girls, I’m I the only one who is getting a tan today?” she said sitting down and stretching out on her chaise. Settling with her feet more than slightly apart her full, natural bush was evident, though it was not nearly enough to hide her fleshy labia.


Bonnie unhooked her top and without hesitating slid her bikini bottoms to the ground.

Cooper could feel the twinge in his shorts was now a growing hard on. He was getting the hots to fuck this sixty something year old church lady.


Trish had reached behind herself but had hesitated to unhook the clasp.


Bonnie seeing her hesitancy asked “Do you want Cooper to go in?”


With a quivering voice she said “No. No that is the problem, I want him to see me.” She turned away from Cooper as the red flowed to her cheeks. “I’m not ready to tell you the story, but I want him to see me naked.” She began to cry. What she didn’t say was that almost every day after tanning she went home and fantasized about Bonnie’s husband finding her topless and making love to her like she had last summer with her secret lover. The shame and excitement of that experience colored all her life now. Making love to Cooper had become one of her favorite fantasies. “I’m sorry, but right now I’m just confused.”


Bonnie jumped up and put her arms around her friend. “It’s OK, really. Don’t do anything you don’t want to” she said softly. She held her tight for a moment, then felt Trish’s hands unhook the top's clasp before hugging back. Trish, let go and backed away. The top fell into Bonnie’s hands. Looking into Bonnie’s eyes she said “In for dime, in for a dollar” and grasped the waistband of her bottoms and pushed them to her knees. After kicking them free she slowly turned and faced Cooper.


Cooper thought her form was ideal for a full-figured woman of her age. She was sexy, large soft breasts though pulled downward with their weight. The large nipples pointed proudly straight forward. Below her breasts was a distinct waist, a small round belly, and wide supportive hips with untrimmed, but very sparse pubic hair that left her labial cleft visible. Like Sherry, she was tanned, but oddly she had bikini lines. He reasoned she must go to the tanning solon in town and wear the same bikini each time. He wondered if Bonnie the only one in her group who did not get fake tans in the winter?


Cooper wasn’t sure what to do when Trish lay down on the last chaise lounge between Bonnie and Sherry. The three women all stretched out on lounge chairs and just relaxed as if he was not there. He wasn’t sure if he should move a fourth chaise closer, or sit at the table, or what. It was not that he did not like looking at three pretty women naked but his erection, bound down in his shorts, was beginning to hurt. Trish’s breasts, though not surgically perfect as Sherry’s were, where very, very fine.


Sherry, who had not said anything for a while looked up to Cooper and said “Don’t be a boob Cooper, drop those shorts and let her see what you think of her body.”


Now it was Cooper’s turn to turn red, but he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his shorts and putting his thumbs inside his boxer briefs, pushed outer and underwear to the ground. Standing up, his painfully firm penis pointed to the sky. His was one of those penises that when soft was on the small side, but when hard, as his wife was fond of telling him, was noticeably larger than the average man. He unbuttoned and discarded his madras shirt. To dispel his slight embarrassment, he flexed and posed, which brought the laughter that he had intended.


“Come over here, you sexy hunk.” Bonnie growled.


Cooper certainly knew he was no hunk, but prancing nude for these two friends of his wife made him feel like one, and it kept his dick fully inflated. The three lounges were in a row, with Bonnie lying between those of her friends. He bent over and kissed his wife deeply. He so wanted to spread her legs and do her right there with the other women watching, but he knew that would not be OK. He stood up and went to get a fourth chaise lounge from the far end of the patio.

Trish waited till Cooper was as far away as possible then rolled to her side and said quietly “Bonnie.” She waited for Bonnie’s attention “Bonnie, I want to watch. I want to watch you do it with Cooper. Right here next to me.”


Bonnie thought it through quickly and in a low tone asked “Do you want to join in?”


“No” she snapped, then sheepishly added “not today at least. That would just be too much at once. But I want to be right here when you two do it.”


Cooper was dragging another lounge, this one made of cast aluminum, with enough scraping noise to bring on a migraine.


Bonnie turned her head to Sherry “Did you hear her?”


The older woman said, “Oh, be sure, I want to watch too. And you were afraid she would be offended with your photos. Boy did you misjudge your best friend."


Bonnie then looked to Cooper who had just arrived “Are you up to it husband?”


Cooper sheepishly said “Well I’m not exactly sure I heard what she said.”


Bonnie said “She wants to watch us have sex.”


“Would it be OK with you?” Trish asked “I’d love to watch. I’ve never seen another couple do it in person.”


Bonnie sat up and moved to the end of the lounge and commanded her husband. “Come over here.”


Cooper quickly closed the space between them. “Yes sweetie.”


“Trish wants to watch us make love. You haven’t said if you are up to it or not.”


Without saying a word he knelt in front of Bonnie on her lounge chair, took her head in his hands and drove his tongue into her mouth. She gripped his penis as they kissed with vigor and passion. She was mindful of showing her friend as much as possible and she released his kiss. She had Cooper help her to her feet. Turning she sat on the side of Trish’s lounge, pushing her legs back to give a good seat. She moved Cooper to stand over the left armrest. That was as close to her as she could get him while still giving Sherry a clear view. Bonnie knew she was on stage, and she would make the most of it. She put on the best show possible. She took his penis in her hand, licking, kissing and then taking the head into her mouth. After working it over thoroughly, she slowly, ever so slowly, took it deeper and deeper. Soon she'd had as much in her mouth as she normally took. His head was pushing on the back of the roof of her mouth, but she wanted to do something new. She'd seen little Heather take her husband to the base. Something she'd never done in all their years together. She'd even asked the girl about the trick to taking it all in. Heather had told Bonnie "You have to make a strait path to your throat. Cooper's dick is strait so it's pretty easy, but you have to guide it. Otherwise it will just jam up in the back of your mouth."


The last month she'd been going deeper than she ever had, but not yet where it was really past her mouth and into her throat. Heather had assured her the feeling was great. At the party, she had fully downed two men’s cocks completely. That had been good, and she'd felt them in the top of her throat. But they were both a little smaller than her husband. Today, in front of Trish and Sherry, she would do it to Cooper. She shifted back a little so she had to lean forward, and guided it in. She had really gotten much better at not gagging, still she had to suppress it as it pressed on the entrance to her throat. She came back for air then when down again, this time she gripped his ass with both hands and pulled him into her. She felt her throat stretch. She had only felt this twice before. The guys at the party had been in her like that, but Mr. Newell was just too thick to even get that far in. This oddly brought up the realization that she'd sucked the cocks of no fewer than six different men, besides Cooper, since February. Even odder was the realization that she had fucked twice that many. She came up for a breath then back down again till she felt the pressing. She thought it odd she could clearly hear the slurping sounds she was making while she was doing it. She pulled Cooper again, it went deeper still. She'd never had felt anything like it. Her face was pressed on his pelvis, there was no deeper she could go. She'd done it. She held till she needed air.


Bonnie was not sure who Cooper was speaking to when he said "She's never done that before."

Trish lay beside her transfixed.


Bonnie went back down on Cooper. She held it in until she needed to breathe, took a breath and then once more swallowed the last inch of her husband’s tool, her lips pressed hard against him. Again she heard the gurgling sounds she made as she pulled his penis all the way in, and again thought it was weird. She held it even longer that time, but she'd done what she wanted and went back to working on the head.


Cooper also felt a need to put on a show, knowing these people weren’t strangers he’d just met at a party. He would continue to see them every Sunday at church. Trish was the mother of his son’s best friend. So when, due to the amazingly deep blow job his wife was giving, he thought he might cum, he moved away from her mouth. Gently he coaxed her around to the foot of the lounge. He reached behind her and lifted Trish’s leg and moved it on the other side of his wife’s hips. This naturally opened up Trish’s thighs showing the pink inside the apex. Cooper knew full well Trish was feeling exposed with her legs spread and her feet on either side of the chaise. He wanted her to be sure he noticed. He held his gaze on Trish’s tender flesh now glistening with moisture long enough to be sure Trish noticed, then looked in her eyes and licked his lips before turning back to his wife. He was sure he saw her body give a shiver. He was also sure if he did his job with Bonnie well now, he’d get a taste of Trish’s flesh in the near future.


Taking Bonnie’s shoulders he gently laid her back. Her neck fell right in the “V” of Trish’s legs. Sitting on the pool deck between her feet he began to do all he knew to excite his wife. Working slowly and patiently to orally please her he took the time necessary to do it right. His tongue was tired even before her hips began to undulate up and down, but he kept going.


After what seemed to be the longest time, her hips were thrusting up and down without her will. Though it had taken a good while to get fully aroused like this, Bonnie knew she would not need to fake anything for her friends. She reached behind her and grabbed Trish’s hands and pulled them down, down till she held them over her breasts. At first they seemed to want to pull away, but she held on to the wrists. She felt she was reaching the point of no return as climax became inevitable.

Cooper sat on the pool deck and struggled to keep the rhythm on her clit as her hips bucked wildly up and down. But hang on he did, until the movement stopped and she pushed his face off out of her crotch. He had done it and well.


Bonnie lay panting hard. She let go of the wrists, but the hands remained. As her head cleared she processed that the gentle rubbing of her nipples came from Trish’s hands not Cooper’s. She felt so good. She thought about just relaxing, but she wanted to push this event forward while her friend was into it. She stood up and looked around for the best place to let Cooper finish the job. Then forming a plan she told Trish to lay the chaise lounge flat. She put both Trish's feet back on the chaise lounge and stepped over the prone body, putting her legs through the lounge’s curved armrest. With her hands on either side of Trish’s head and arms outstretched, she looked down at her friend and said “You wanted to watch, is this close enough?”


Trish didn’t say a word, she just looked up at Bonnie, whose face was directly above hers and slowly nodded. Cooper moved behind her and she expected him to immediately begin to fuck her. But instead he stood to the side of the lounge and pushed two fingers into Bonnie’s vagina. After a few slow strokes to move her moisture around, he began to finger fuck her hard, very hard and fast. She loved when he did this. Two fingers became three; three became four. She felt his thumb press on her sphincter, then wet with her juices, it slid right into her ass. She knew a climax would come quickly when Cooper did this to her. It always did.


In a breathless voice Bonnie said “I’m surely going to start dripping on you. Don’t worry it’s not pee.” Sure enough, having just climaxed moments before, and with all his fingers working, it wasn’t long before the stimulation brought a steady rain from Bonnie dripping down onto Trish's crotch. When Cooper had begun using his fingers on Bonnie, her face was well above Trish’s, as he worked on her she moved downward until they were almost nose to nose. Trish once again had her hands on Bonnie’s breasts. Without knowing who had initiated it, she had sucked Bonnie’s tongue into her mouth.


Cooper watched Trish pull his wife down on top of her and the kissing became more passionate. With Bonnie not standing, but laying on Trish, Cooper moved to stand on his knees at the foot of the lounge chair. His wife’s feet were still on the ground either side of Trish’s prone body. Thus, the pink of her inner self was exposed and beckoning to be filled. He guided his organ between the wide-open lips. She was so loose he could hardly feel the vaginal walls, which helped with self-­control.



For a good while Cooper alternated with slow and fast strokes. Now and then he broke the rhythm by pulling his penis completely out then driving in again, hard. Bonnie’s mound lay directly on Trish’s. There was no way she did not feel every one of his thrusts. When he shifted to a more upright position, he felt Trish push up with her pelvis. Cooper could not see this action as anything but a deliberate request for him to do her too.


With his hand, he guided his penis so the head contacted the lower woman's labia. He ran his rubbery head around their radius. She seemed to shiver. Slowly he pressed forward with just a tiny bit of pressure and guidance causing it to move in between Trish’s lips. His thighs were in direct contact with Trish’s. He felt her rock her pelvis to meet his intruding erection. He looked down to see the dark pink flesh wrap around his head, but not to actually penetrate her fully.


While he considered doing so, he did not drive it home. Rather he used his hand to drag the head up and out of Trish's labial embrace and pushed it fully into his wife. As he resumed fucking Bonnie, he used his body weight to press her down onto Trish's hips. With a bit of adjustment, he found the angle so that with each thrust, his balls would make contact with Trish’s labia. He pistoned in and out of his wife for a few minutes, then repeated the process of teasing Trish with the tip of his penis. He did it once more, twice more, three times more. Each time he pressed his penis into Trish’s lips just a little deeper than it had been the time before.


He was pretty sure it was doing a number on Trish. She and Bonnie were kissing intently. But he knew for sure it was pushing him to climax. He knew he would not last much longer. On the fifth cycle, he lost control and pushed forward into Trish as far as Bonnie’s thighs would let him go. He could not see, but knew his shaft, not the head, was gripped by the lips. He was into her. He pulled it free. He pushed in again, but again was blocked by Bonnie’s hips just after the head was fully inside. He thrust several more times, but never did more than around two inches of the shaft enter into Trisha’s vagina. It would not go in further in this position. So he buried his penis back into his wife just in time for his climax. He felt the jets of semen as they moved from his balls, into his body then down his penis then spray into Bonnie. He did not hold it deep in his wife until the spasms were done, as he usually would, he began to pull out even while the first burst of ejaculate was coming. The second hard ejaculation sprayed on Trish’s waiting lips. He pressed forward hard, and his head slipped between the lower set of lips. Bonnie had evidently moved her hips some, close to half his shaft slid into their friend. And there he held it as several small ejaculations left his semen inside Trish. He just stayed there until he was fully spent. As he contracted, he knew Trish felt his penis slowly exit, all the while he continued small thrusts to heighten the sensation for both of them until the last wave had passed. Bonnie held most of his semen, but he knew full well that Trish’s vagina had his spermless sexual fluid in her as well.


Once done, he stumbled backward to collapse onto Bonnie’s lounge. He lay panting for air.

They all just lay for a few minutes. Bonnie and Trish kissed softly and enjoyed the feeling of one another’s body.


Sherry perked up “That was intense.”


Cooper gasping for air said, “It’s hot out here, let’s get in the water.”


In the pool, no one spoke for a very long time. The four adults just relaxed in the water, each lost in their own thoughts.


It was Bonnie who finally said “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hungry. Let’s go in and get something to eat.”


Though exhausted, Bonnie played the role of hostess bringing four, clean but old, robes that everyone put on. Then she retrieved another bottle of wine, some sodas, two bags of chips and a plastic tub of dip from the fridge.


Again, it took a while for anyone to speak. They all knew what a watershed moment they had just been a part of.


Then as hostess she sparked conversation. “You were great honey.”


Cooper, sitting in his easy chair only smiled, not sure what to say.


“Well girls, how was the show?” Bonnie asked.


Sherry had no problems answering. “First rate. Brought bac