In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 69A

In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Socio-Political Novel

Book 4

Sexual Counterrevolutionaries

Chapter 69

When he went to school on Monday morning, Lamar’s well-scrubbed tablet was in his backpack and his phone was in his pocket. However, he knew that Byron had passed the pair of photos of Chloé and Emily he’d sent on Saturday to several other guys from the Youth Group and he suspected that they’d sent them to others.  That was not likely an issue since nude photos of the entire family had already been found on several websites. While that bit of information had been shared at Youth Group, Lamar was not sure if the news of full-frontal nude photos of the entire Campbell family on the web had spread at school yet.

At lunch, the tension among the club members was palpable. The lake party was all anyone was talking about… almost. Significantly Iris was not at school and neither Hope nor Jeanette were anywhere to be seen at lunch. Misty reiterated to those club members that she saw that they must repeat as much as necessary that the club was not involved with the thing at the lake even if it was apparent someone (she did not name Iris directly) had given out information and photos without approval of the group (or Misty).  She also told those at the lunch table about her interview with the reporter. She was asked when that story would come out in the newspaper, but Misty said she didn’t know. Not surprisingly, Misty and Lamar were both asked about their trip to St. Martin. At their parent's suggestion, they toned the sexual stuff way down in their public telling.

Mrs. Marshal signed Lamar and Sarah out of school an hour early and took them to Milledgeville where all three of them went to a clinic to get tested for STIs. They were all thankful the results came back negative. Ms. Slosh made a point to tell her daughter and Lamar that other than with Elijah and Yoel (Holly and Mira’s husbands), she’d used condoms with the men with whom she had sex last week in Miami. From the bits and pieces he’d heard about what Ms. Slosh had done on her trip, it seemed she had lived up to her old nickname of always being sloshy from sex over the last week.

While Lamar was out getting tested, Misty had a meeting after school at the House of Pizza with Caitlin, Kelli, and Haley. They again discussed what they knew about what had happened at the lake, but there was still a lot they did not know. After they’d hashed that out (again), Kelli asked “When are you going to tell us the whole story about what you did in St. Martin? It's obvious, at least to me, that you left a lot out at lunch.”

She knew she’d not get by with the toned-down version with these three, and she actually wanted to talk to Haley about her foursome with her mother. Even before she was done telling about the picnic sex, Haley put in, “Yea, I know what that is like. It's hard to describe. But even after the first time Mom and I did it with that couple, it made us more like peers… at least when it comes to sex.”

Kelli laughed, “I could more easily imagine flying to the moon than having a foursome with my mother.”

Caitlin seemed to think then told the other three girls, “Oh, I could see me and my mom doing that. The other day, making it sound like a joke, my mother told me that if Carl comes over one night and like Mrs. Rojas is entertaining someone in her bed, that Carl and I can still have sex even if she is right there with us. Though she made it like a joke, I think she really meant it. She really wouldn’t mind if Carl and I had sex right beside her, I’m sure of it.”

For Misty, hearing that was not the least bit surprising. After all, even as a little girl, she’d heard Caitlin’s mother telling her mom all about her job of making sex videos like it was the most normal thing in the world. The first “porn” Misty ever saw was when her mom and Miss Gina had watched Miss Gina’s movies on the living room TV. Of course at seven years old, Misty didn’t actually pay any attention to the sex stuff. After all, it was no different than what she (and Caitlin) saw Misty’s mom and dad doing in real life… and by then her mom and Miss Gina were sunning naked at their pool all the summer… every summer for years. All she remembers is she was impressed that Miss Gina was on a TV show. It wasn’t until years later, when Misty, Caitlin, and their friends “rediscovered” Miss Gina’s movies as young teens did they see Caitlin’s mom’s videos for what they were. It was only when she was thirteen did Misty understand that for her mom to leave the video running when she and Caitlin were in the room was a big deal. Perhaps most importantly, her mom never even gave a hint that she thought what Miss Gina did for a living was bad. She’d long suspected that was one of the reasons why she wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by people knowing (and seeing) how much sex she has with multiple partners… just like Miss Gina did.

Caitlin’s comment led Misty to tell the others about waking up to find Lamar and Emily in bed beside her, having sex. Though she didn’t go into how it felt like she was having sex with her brother (she would share that with Caitlin when it was just the two of them), she did tell them that she and Lamar both had sex with the British girl several times. Since all three of her close friends knew that she and Lamar had openly engaged in parallel sex with Sarah right in their game room, they hadn’t batted an eye. Though, they did say they wanted to see the photos Lamar had taken of her eating Emily out.

Misty told them that the photos Lamar had taken were remarkably good, and she’d decided she could keep the ones that showed her giving oral sex to a “mystery girl” whose face could not be seen. They laughed, but they knew how she’d deftly edited the photos from Miami to cut out what she had to, while leaving pictures that showed enough to make it obvious that she and the other club girls were having sex right in front of their friends. When she said she was thinking about an after-school photo viewing on Friday for the club (and their guys), all three girls said it was a great idea. Kelli suggested, “Why don’t you show the photos from your birthday shoot too? Only a couple of people have seen any of those pictures and the ones you’ve shown me are great.”

“Oh, I’d already thought about that. But not just those. I thought I’d show the best of my shots of the club members I’ve made since I got my home studio last Christmas. I have glamour photos of nearly every one of the girls and a couple of sets of erotica. But, what do you think about showing the photos of my mom with Samual and Rebecca?  They all know about it after all.”

The other three girls thought it was a great idea, so that was the plan. Misty had the week to put together a slide show of the trip, her birthday shoot, and the best of her glamour photos. While that seemed like a lot of time, Misty knew how much work she had in front of her. What Misty didn’t say was that she wanted a chance to talk to the whole club together about the lake party. At school lunch, at most, she could see the half of the club girls who shared her lunch period. She just needed to make sure that Hope, Jeannette, and Iris would come on Friday. She did not want this rift in the club to become permanent.

That same morning, unknown to the kids at school, a lurid article titled Drugs, Sex, and Booze at Lake Sinclair, ran in the local paper.  The content was grossly misleading, explicitly affixing the organizers of the event as a group of senior girls from Jefferson Davis High School who call themselves the Euro Club.  To make matters worse, it detailed the fact thirty-nine people were arrested on drug charges, sixteen for public drunkenness, and twenty-six people were cited for public indecency. This was in addition to the six people charged with selling alcohol to minors or distributing prohibited substances. The article’s effect was compounded by the Citizens for Morality placing full-page ads in the Macon Telegraph, The Milledgeville Union-Recorder, and the Clayton Tribune calling the community to arms against the “…aggressive forces of evil that are seizing on the youth of our community to turn them away from God’s plan of purity to satanically inspired hedonistic rituals… “.  Later the ad called for action saying “… certain elements in our community are set on passing old fashioned ungodly sinfulness off as high-minded lifestyle diversity” and called upon “citizens, churches, civic groups, school boards along with town and county councils…….to take active measures to muzzle these mongrel abusers of our American freedoms.”

The ad’s text went on to warn if this does not happen “The moral fabric of our beloved communities will be torn asunder never to be repaired.”

It was so over the top that when Cooper was shown a copy at lunch on Monday, he couldn’t help taking it to his next class: Southern Architecture. He asked his students, "Should I cringe or celebrate being labeled a mongrel and satanically inspired corrupter of civic morals?”  As he expected, his students got as much amusement out of the article as he did.  Not only could college students be reliably counted on to enjoy the discomfort of the uptight generation, but he and Bonnie’s work with the FFF was, with the help of Lilly Iverson and Nell Boyd, now well-known on campus. He had no doubt that because his graduate assistant, Lilly, edited and managed Bonnie’s blog, all of his students knew all about it.  He also knew in the next few days that on that blog would be a photo that showed him (along with his wife and daughter) fully nude on the beach. That part he wasn’t sure how he’d handle… yet he knew at least some of them already had seen the full-frontal nude photos of him and his family that were already on the web.

He and Bonnie had found the website with their photos after church last night and though he knew it was vain, he was glad she’d made him cut off his pubic hair to make his package stand out better. He was not vain enough to fantasize the coeds would be fawning for him. Yet, he knew full well that Nell had told Lilly how much she’d enjoyed both of the nights she and her boyfriend had spent with him… and Lilly had gleefully spread (and likely embellished) the stories of his sexual skills. While his GA was a one-guy-girl herself, she reveled in the stories of the Campbell’s sexual escapades.

So, when he asked his class how he should respond to the article, “Celebrate” was the unanimous response of his students. All the same, he knew that to a certain segment of the community, this call to a new cultural civil war would be heeded. And that segment was not small, not a majority to be sure, but not so small as to be ignored. And he full well knew their organization magnified their power beyond their actual numbers. After class, he called Bonnie at her office. That was when he found out the ad had run in three different newspapers.

“More organized than we thought,” she said.

“Yes, I agree, no way was this propaganda not already in the works. The news about the mess at the lake was just fortuitous for them.”

“I just hope they don’t get lucky like that again” she added.

“Do you and Amy plan to respond?”

“No, she and I agree this is a local issue; one to be handled by Maggie’s new group. Can you call her?”

Yes, Cooper thought, a first opportunity for Georgians for an Open Society to act. “I’ll call her on the way home, but I’m sure she’s got a response already working. She is well-informed and not someone to be cowed.”

It would be Thursday before they found out the AP had picked up the story, condensed it, and retitled it “Police Raid Rural Georgia Teen Orgy”.  It put Sparta in the national news, and by the end of the week, teen promiscuity was a hot-button issue among conservative media commentators on cable and online.

When Bonnie got to her office, she saw that while she’d been gone, Amy had put four framed photos from her speaking engagements on her wall, including one where she was presenting in the nude. It was not like it was all that much of a surprise since Amy had posted similar photos of her speaking on the FFF’s main website page. From the very first, at Amy’s direction, the entire decor of the FFF office featured many of Amy’s paintings, most of which were “R” or even “X” rated.  After all, the FFF logo was a stylized image of Bonnie and Cooper making love. Amy had repeatedly said she wanted their office space to reflect their worldview and mission. Looking at the four photos, Bonnie had to suppress a wave of vanity about how good she thought she looked in them. Amy had done her a favor by her choices of images for the wall.

Once she got to work, Bonnie was overwhelmed at what she had to do in two days, since she would be flying out first thing Wednesday morning. Fortunately, much of what she had been originally hired to do had been moved to the plate of the new office administrator. Increasingly, when in the office she was returning emails. At least a few times a day she was typing out an answer to a question put to her by someone who’d been in one of her lectures. At Lilly’s suggestion, back in January, she’d set up a database of stock answers to the most common questions. Even though she always tried to address the writer’s specifics, she found having prewritten answers to the dozen or so most commonly asked questions made for faster and better responses. 

She had a couple of messages from Gayle Simons-Perkins, who last week had her first experience traveling for the FFF as Amy’s assistant, so she just decided to call her. While giving academic presentations was old hat to the newly minted PhD, Bonnie could tell she was nervous about representing the FFF for the first time. Bonnie talked her through most of the things that were bothering her, and by the time the call ended, it seemed Gayle was positively excited about becoming one of the public faces of the FFF. Bonnie asked how things were going with her and Orin and their new life of non-monogamy.

Gayle laughed, “I would never have guessed that it fits us so well. You know Orin, everything is sort of remote to him. I have a couple of men I’m seeing now. I meet up with one of them once or twice a week, one guy is an assistant professor and I meet him at his place, but the other is a grad student with roommates, so he comes here and we do it in our apartment, most often before Orin comes home. What works for us is for me to give Orin a report of what I did that day, just a straight-up clinical summary: what we did, how many orgasms we each had, how I rated the experience, and anything new that we did or I felt. He even wants that after-action report when he’s right there in the bed with me and the other guy. He’s actually keeping a log of my reports. He said he might do some sort of ethnography of our first year of open-marriage. Most of the time he just nods and says he’s glad I’m finding fulfillment that way, but perhaps one time out of three, he is ready to go before I’m finished my report. Oh, after I told him how Cooper likes to go down on you after you’ve had sex with someone else, Orin tried it out.  Now whenever a guy joins us when Orin is home, he always goes down on me as soon as the guy pulls out. Since I always use condoms with other men, it’s not like he’s eating the guy’s stuff, but we both like the symbolism of my husband getting me off after the other guy is done.”

Bonnie said she was glad it was working out for them then asked, “And so he understands you might be having sex while you are on the road for the FFF?”

“Yes. Last week Amy sort of set me up with a couple who helped organize the event, so I got laid on the road for the first time already. I’ll confess, there was something really hot about doing it with a married couple like that. That was a first for me.”

Concerned, Bonnie asked, “She didn’t push you into anything you didn’t want to do, did she?”

Gayle laughed, “No, not at all. I’d made the mistake of telling Amy that I thought the couple was hot and I’d love to sleep with them but there was no way I’d have the nerve to say anything. Well, you know Amy… next thing I know she’s telling them what I said.”

Bonnie laughed too, but also assured Gayle she’d do no such thing.

Gayle went on to say, “After I went back to my hotel room, I called Orin… waking him up. I know how you always call Cooper after you’ve had sex when you are traveling so that is what I did. On the phone, I gave him my normal summary of the experience. We decided I should make a habit of calling him as soon as possible after I’ve done .”

Bonnie laughed, “That is when I don’t call Cooper when the guy is still inside of me. I’ve done that more than once. It's most fun when I make that call mid-day when he is at his desk. Now once, he was out of the office so I left a message with Lilly that I was right in the middle of having afternoon sex. When she seemed not to follow, I spelled out that I was calling while riding on top of a man I’d met at the event, so his cock was in me as I was on the phone. I didn’t think she’d ever stop laughing. I offered to stay on the line till I climaxed, but she said she got the picture. Later she told me she’d put a very explicit message from me right in the middle of a set of messages for when Cooper got back in. Understand, she edits my blog, so she doesn’t flinch at graphic descriptions of my sex life.  I don’t know who enjoyed that more, Cooper or Lilly?”

Gayle laughed too, “Maybe I’ll get a chance to do that sometime. It would drive Orin nuts. He doesn’t like to admit it, but I know he really likes watching me having sex with other guys. Or I might call him to say I’m watching my boss banging a hot guy before it's my turn.”

“Maybe so,” Bonnie answered with a smile. “Though keep in mind, Amy is the boss, I’m just your mentor… and that is only for these first few weeks.”

“You might only be my mentor as a speaker for the FFF for a few weeks, but I think you will always be my role model and life mentor.”

Bonnie didn’t know what to say to that. She was saved when Gayle rapidly asked, “Oh, before I forget. What about attire?”

“Well, you know what I wear when I present. You just have to wear what you feel comfortable in and that you think supports the message. Don’t think you have to be as brazen as I am.”

“Oh,” Gayle replied, “I know what I’m going to wear when I am speaking in Austin. My style leans more toward Amy’s than yours… I guess it’s an academic thing. What I’m asking is about the swinger’s convention in Los Angeles.”

Bonnie laughed. “I guess you’ve never been to something like that.”

Gayle laughed too. “Before I met you, I was a stodgy academic. Of course, I’ve never been to a swinger’s convention. I’ve never been to a swinger anything.”

“Well…” Bonnie said, delaying as she searched for a good answer. “It is my experience that each of those events is different. When I present at multiple locations, I nearly always wear the same skirt and blazer at both places and just have a clean blouse for the second city. I’ll do that this time too. I have been known to take off the blouse but keep on the blazer at swinger events, but I’ll play that by ear. But after dinner our booth will be closed and we won’t be presenting. My plan is that we will take a tour of the different hospitality suites after dinner. They are sponsored by regional swinger groups, resorts, and clubs. They are a good way to network. I’ll be taking something very sexy and revealing for evening wear as well as a lingerie & robe set. I’m not sure what I’ll actually wear, but I like to be prepared for multiple possibilities. At worst, there will be tons of vendors and you can buy pretty much anything you might want for party wear.”

Bonnie could hear the frustration in Gayle’s voice, “You know that you are absolutely no help.”

“Sorry,” Bonnie said, “but, I really don’t know what to expect. The good thing about outfits for swinger events is they don’t take up much room in my suitcase.”

Gayle laughed again.

Just before Bonnie broke for lunch (well before she asked Amy to bring her back something to eat at her desk), she opened an email from an unknown address, entitled: My week in St. Martin.

Dear Ms. Campbell,

After returning from St. Martin, I read your blog posts from beginning to end.  Had I read it before my trip, I’m not sure if I would have understood, and if I did, I would not have believed that kind of life was available to someone like me. Having seen your family, all nude, on Orient Beach lent weight to your words. But it was really when I met a certain young man on the beach who changed my outlook on what my life could be. Now I see your words as a challenge to set my sights higher than they have been in a very long time.

Quite unexpectedly that young man touched me more deeply than I’ve ever been touched before, both emotionally and physically. Given your blog content, I don’t think that comment is too sexually graphic. But it is true. I’ve never been with a man who went so deep into me. And it's been years since I’ve enjoyed sex remotely as much as I did with that young man who we both know. I haven’t had such an intense physical and emotional experience since I was 20 years old. To be honest, I never expected to have such sexual and emotional highs ever again. I thought that kind of stuff was left behind when I finished college and got married. But he proved that was not so. 

When my best friend said we should go to the Caribbean with the expressed intent of committing adultery, I thought she was crazy.  Though I now wish I’d done it two years ago when she first suggested it. Yet, at the same time, I know it was that special young man who made what might have just been a fun fling into something transformational. Not only was my time with him better than I ever imagined it could be, but it opened the door to a relationship (physical and emotional) with my best friend that she has been desiring for years. I don’t think I would have ever been able to do that without what he did for me over that afternoon and night.

If you are comfortable doing so, I ask you to relate my gratitude to him. Ideally, I would like your help in acting as a liaison between us so we can indirectly stay in touch. I will confess, if he lived anywhere near me, I would be hard-pressed not to find a bed that we could share from time to time. So, I guess it’s good he lives so far away. I would, however, like to relay how much I desire him through you… and the ways I imagine him fulfilling those desires. I would understand if you can’t, but I hope you will. 

Thank You

Della

P.S. If you or any member of your family is interested, I’d be happy to send a few photos of me and Edith from Orient Bay as a memento. 

Bonnie just sat and stared at the message. It was one thing to hear Lamar tell what a great job he’d done with this woman. It was something quite different to read her emotional words. Lamar had truly touched the woman. Right off she saw the same underlying emotional content that she’d heard from the women Cooper had been with. Was it genetic? Or had the values that drew her (and the other women) to Cooper, been instilled in Lamar so firmly that they just came out naturally? How many times had she heard both Gabby and Sarah say more or less the same thing about their experiences with Lamar? It was a lot to think about.

She wrote back:

Della,

You don’t know how happy I am to hear that our mutual friend brought you so much joy and happiness. I think you are wise not to contact him directly, though I would be glad to pass your words to him. And no, your comment was not too graphic.  Since you have read my blog, you know that explicit sex talk does not embarrass me in the least. I will be happy to convey any such words to him exactly as you express them. As soon as my daughter is finished editing the photos, if you would like, I’ll send a few of our whole family wearing what we always did on Orient Bay beach. So, a “memento” photo from you would not be out of line.

Feel free to write me anytime.

Bonnie

Later that afternoon, Bonnie got a call from her mother-in-law. “Bonnie,” she said, “I want Misty to know that she has my complete support. I think it is terrible how they are going after her like this. I was wondering if you and my granddaughter could get together with me this evening to talk?”

Bonnie was surprised but gratified that Miss Bee, as she’d taken to calling her (as opposed to Grandma) was taking such a proactive approach. Though she really wanted to just go home and relax, she agreed, “So do you want to meet for dinner?”

“No, I talked to Sherry and we’d like you two to meet us at her place at 6:00. That wonderful gazebo hot tub can’t be beat for relaxing conversation.”

“Uh… sure,” Bonnie answered. She’d not expected that, and even more was Miss B’s follow-up, “Good, we thought we’d invite Travis and Herb if you don’t mind.  The four of us have been tubbing several times together now.” Then she added “The four of us plus a few friends Like Maggie LeCroix. I think I have become part of their social group.”

Bonnie almost choked. Had Miss Bee been going naked with Sherry’s friends? Bonnie knew full well that Sherry’s friends, those outside of St. Thomas’s, were all part of Magnolia LeCroix’s swingers’ group… the same people who were at the Valentine’s Day party Cooper had gone to.

Bonnie’s next call was to Sherry. She confirmed that what Bonnie thought that she had heard was indeed what her mother-in-law had said. Miss Bee and Travis were beginning to integrate themselves into Sherry & Maggie’s community. Bonnie simply couldn’t believe that she meant what it sounded like.

Sherry went on. “But I’ll let her tell you all about that. Bee didn’t invite Cooper to come with you tonight because she isn’t sure he is ready to go naked with his mother yet, especially in the confines of the hot tub. I wouldn’t object to him coming with you, but well… you know how he was with Misty at first.”

Bonnie laughed and tried not to betray her surprise. She didn’t mind Travis and Herb getting naked with them, but she certainly didn’t see any of this coming. “Yes, I think you are right. Better ease Cooper into this. Besides, I don’t think DeeDee would mind seeing him tonight. I’ll text her and see if she’s free.”

Misty had no plans other than working on her photos all night, so she was happy to say she would go with her mother for a few hours to Miss Sherry’s. When her mom told her what Sherry had said, Misty replied, “A few days before we left, Grandma called and asked me to come over. She wanted to tell me about something but wanted to do it in person. I guess that is what it was, she was now going naked with that group of older people: men and women together. It’s like that while she’s been playing traditional grandmother forever, there was someone else inside waiting to get out.” She thought for a moment then added, “Mom, it looks like even in our own family, we give the people we are around the courage to try new things, or in Grandma Campbell’s case, the courage to reclaim the person she has always been deep down.”

Bonnie could only agree.

Misty went on to tell her mother about Emily’s email and how she’d gotten a good response from her call for photos of the organizers of the lake party. “I sent seven clear photos, including one of their vans with Louisiana plates to your reporter friend in Augusta. She said that she would forward them to her contacts in law enforcement.”

“I hope that helps Bonnie said.”

“Me too. I’m worried though that nobody seems to have been able to contact Iris. I’m not sure what is going on with her. I know I was really angry the last time when she let her cousin come over to our pool, and I am beginning to think that it was the same cousin who was the liaison between the party organizers and Iris. Though I haven’t heard it from her, I think she gave him the club’s information. And, I heard that he was arrested and charged with possession of drugs with intent to distribute. It seems that the out-of-state organizers had a lookout to give them just enough time to get out with the most expensive equipment before the party was raided. They deliberately left the local people they’d hired, Iris’s cousin and his friends, to keep things going until the sheriff's deputies arrived to bust them. I think they are in a lot of trouble, even though the real criminals got away. But all that to say, I think Iris knows how deep she is in this and is just hiding from me.”

It seemed to Bonnie that the true picture of what happened was beginning to take shape. Of course, none of that would matter to those who wanted to use this to get at Misty, Bonnie, and the club girls. To those kinds of people, truth is an impediment.

DeeDee was thrilled when Bonnie called to ask if she wanted to see Cooper Monday night. The two women worked out a plan for Cooper to pick her up for dinner in Milledgeville before going back to DeeDee’s house to make love. She agreed to make sure Cooper was headed home by 10:00 PM.

Before Sarah picked Lamar up to spend the evening at her house, his mother told him about the email from Della. She had to confess to him, “I'm sorry I thought you oversold what you did for her that night. From what I read, you might have undersold yourself. I think she wants to start exchanging sex talk with you via my email. I wrote back to tell her that it was a good idea for you two to communicate indirectly like that. I think she realizes that there would be considerable risk to her if she started having phone sex with a sixteen-year-old. Of course, in our little email chat, we never mentioned your name. Oh, and she wants to know if you want some beach photos of her and Edith. I don’t know if she means topless or nude, but I suspect it is the latter. And I said I’d send some photos of our family from the beach in return. And since it will be her and me sharing the nude photos, it should be safe.”

Not surprisingly Lamar was more than a little gratified by his mother’s report and he definitely wanted photos of the two women. He made a point to say, “Make sure you send photos with my dick fully hard. She really likes it.”

His mom answered that doing so should be no problem “since in half of them you have a half-erection or more. So, she’ll see you in all your glory… which she made sure I knew was the largest she’d ever had in her… ever… and how much she liked it.”

 He left home feeling very good about himself.

Misty had never been to Herb & Sherry’s home, though her mother had described it as an old Southern place with white columns and a veranda.  When Misty saw it, she decided her mother had sold it short. It was a freaking mansion… an old freaking mansion, like out of Gone with the Wind. Not only that, they were met at the door by a member of the domestic staff. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Misty knew that was not uncommon for the old aristocrats in their area, but she’d never been someplace where they had them.

Miss Sherry met them on the side veranda.  Misty was not at all surprised that she wore a diaphanous robe, that she didn’t even bother to tie closed. Just as her mother did at home, the robe Miss Sherry wore was not a covering but an accessory to her nudity. Misty couldn’t help but wonder what her staff thought of how the new mistress of the house dressed. She was sure it was quite a change from Mr. Conners’ late wife.

Even more impressive than the mansion, were the formal gardens in the back. They were in full bloom, full of color and fragrance. It was, without a doubt, the most extensive home garden Misty had ever seen. Standing on the veranda, Misty could see the gazebo right in the center of the gardens. Her mother had told her that while the iron structure was quite old, the hot tub had been built into the center of it after Sherry married Herb. It was all so much more impressive than her mother had made it out to be. Right off Misty decided she’d have to ask Miss Sherry if she could shoot photos here.

Bonnie too was impressed, “Sherry, I thought this place was pretty in the winter, but this is simply breathtaking.”

Sherry nodded, “It is. But I can’t take credit for it. This garden was the result of thirty years of work by Herb’s first wife. It is very important to his children, and by committing to take on the maintenance I seemed to have smoothed over any resentment from them for moving into their life. Well, that and the fact I supported putting it into Herb’s will that his kids will get the bulk of his estate... including the house.”

They began to walk down the boardwalk path, with Sherry naming off the varieties of flowers. Bonnie scanned the expanse of greenery. “I didn’t know you had a green thumb. This must take a huge amount of work to maintain.”

Sherry laughed, “I’m terrible with growing things. Even my houseplants die. No, I’m sort of the grounds manager, not the hands-on person. We have a full-time gardener year-round. In addition to the formal gardens, there are another ten acres of grounds to maintain. So Juan has his hands full. The idea of an aging hippie like me employing domestic help was one of the adjustments I had to make when Herb and I got married.”

Bonnie added, “And the way his new wife dresses was an adjustment that the domestic staff had to make.”

“Yes. That pretty much started on day one, but it wasn’t until summer, when on pretty days I walked around the gardens taking in the sunshine on my bare skin that they realized how different things were going to be. But, since I’d been visiting Maggie for years before I moved here, I’d already been exposed to the concept of domestic staff, and that they simply don’t see what they don’t want to see… or at least pretend not to. And Herb had seen me sunning in the nude by Maggie's swimming pool before we ever talked about marriage, so he wasn’t really surprised when I brought nudity to the gardens.”

Bonnie thought for a moment then said, “Oh, I’d just assumed that when we went nude at my place it was your first time to do so in Georgia. But after you told us about your history with Maggie, I should have realized that wasn’t true.”

Sherry added, “Yes, I guess those years with me in California really corrupted her. When she came back here, well she came as a different person than the one who left. Maggie’s staff simply act as if the nudity and sex don’t exist, and you can be sure Maggie has been entertaining lovers by her pool for close to twenty years.  It took some cajoling but Herb admitted that he and Maggie had made love out there more than once over the years he was her lover back in the 90s.”

Bonnie followed up with, “So, Herb’s staff just had to adapt to the new realities when you moved in.”

“Yes, the nudity and the sex. In warm weather I started doing it out here with Herb or Maggie from the very start… and beginning last summer with Chad Webber as well … and often with two of them at once. And that’s not including what I do inside the house. So, every one of the staff has seen me in action and knows it doesn’t bother me at all for them to go about their duties even as I am getting it on. So by now Fabiola, Juan’s wife, doesn’t hesitate to bring me refreshments even while I’m having sex on the veranda, or in the hot tub… or just right out in the grass amid the flowers. I’ll confess, it really is great to have a fresh glass of iced tea right at hand when I need a break.”

Both Misty and Bonnie laughed and agreed it would be nice.

“But understand, the transition to my arrival wasn’t all bad for the staff. One of my demands in our negotiations was that I wouldn't move in until his domestic staff were paid the same wages that were paid to the middle-class office workers he employed… his nearly entirely white office staff. The day I moved in, their salaries nearly doubled. So, they love me and they just take my hippie habits as part of the package.”

Bonnie couldn’t help but laugh out loud again.

Misty had to ask Miss Sherry (Misty was not ready to call her just Sherry yet), “Could I use this garden to shoot in some time? It is beautiful. Well, the garden and the house both. I could do a dozen photo shoots here and not repeat a thing.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like it,” Sherry replied, “Of course you can. Any time you want. I actually had wanted you to do the shoot we did back in February out here, but it was just too cold back then.”

“I could shoot you again for sure,” Misty replied.

“Well…,” Miss Sherry said slowly, “I was thinking about a glamour shoot with two models. Me and… oh she’s here.”

Misty looked across the garden through the blooming spring flowers to where Herb was escorting Misty’s grandmother and Travis from the home’s back door.  Misty cut her eyes over to Miss Sherry, “You and Grandma, together? Nude?”

“I think she is very pretty and you made me look great the first time. What do you think?”

“I think I’d love to.”

When she made it to where Misty was standing, her grandmother gave her a big hug. The first thing out of her mouth was, “I am so sorry you are getting attacked for all that mess at the lake.”

Misty quickly came back with, “Thanks.”

Bonnie added, “But Miss Bee, it was not unexpected. You remember when you were at our house last, you said that if a group of teens had a party with nudity, sex, and booze these days it would blow up. You were more right than any of us realized.”

Her grandmother nodded, “Yes, sadly you are right. The circumstances of when my friends and I got busted seem quite similar, but as I thought it would be, the reaction today is very different than it was in 1968. Now, let us go in and find you some robes.”

Even before they made it into the house, Mike and Slosh Marshal arrived. Bonnie and Misty had not been expecting them.

“Oh,” Sherry said, “After talking with Bee about what she wanted for today, I invited the Marshals. I was sure you wouldn’t mind.”

Bonnie didn’t mind, but it seemed more was going on here than she’d expected. What it was, she wasn’t sure. But there was something more to this little get-together than just showing that her mother-in-law was now hot tubbing naked with her friends. 

 In short order, everyone was in robes and they were making their way down the garden paths to the hot tub. It was not lost on Misty that Grandma’s pink silk robe… her rather short pink silk robe was not a loaner, it just fit too well. Apparently, she’d already brought one over just to wear to Miss Sherry’s hot tub. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she was sure it was meaningful.

It was nearly bewildering to Misty that the entire group of adults were acting as if she was just one of them. Were they just playing along to be nice, or did they now really see her as an adult? She had no way of knowing.

When they arrived at the gazebo, Grandma Campbell didn’t seem the least bit hesitant about dropping her robe in front of the men. Misty didn’t miss that since the day in her hot tub almost a month ago, her grandmother’s gray pubic hair had completely disappeared leaving her as smooth and bare as she and her mother were. Again, she was sure there was a clue here. But to what? Over all her appearance today, beyond going naked, certainly seemed like a statement.

Bonnie couldn’t miss Travis trying to resist looking her and Misty over once they dropped their robes. She was used to it. Whenever she and Misty had been together last week, they always got stares, far more than she ever got when she was without her daughter. The fact they looked so much alike made it clear to the most casual observer that she was Misty’s mother, and that seemed to lower people’s inhibition to stare at them on the nude beach.

Miss Bee must have noticed his efforts to resist looking. She smiled and said, “Don’t even try not to look, Travis. I won’t be upset, neither will they. I know full well how attractive they look like that.”

He looked sheepish, but that didn’t keep him from watching as they got into the tub. When she sat down, Grandma added, “Sweety, the right comment is something about you know where my granddaughter gets her stunning good looks… and that means from me of course.”

There was a round of laughter as they all made themselves comfortable. Sherry commented, “Seeing the three of you unclothed together, it is plain that Misty looks like her mother, but Bee, I can also see you in her too. All three of you look terrific.”

Travis wisely agreed.

Sherry looked around the group and said, “OK, I want to hear all about your trip to the Caribbean. Misty, did you really do a photo shoot with a world-famous photographer?”

That opened up the conversation in a way that made Misty the center of attention, which she didn’t mind in the least.  She told about her photo shoot, and unlike she’d done with her friends, she was willing to criticize Borris’s fixation with shooting close-up photos of her and the other model’s spread legs. “Now, it's not that I was embarrassed, the truth is, I think my girl parts are very pretty and I don’t mind at all people seeing them. But, his extreme focus on shooting open vulvas from four feet away does not reflect well on his artistic sensibilities. I mean, I’ve shot some close-ups before. In my portfolio I have a really artistic black and white of Mrs. Simms’ inner lips wrapped around one of the Guild guy’s erection as it goes into her, so I’m not squeamish, but I am picky. I’m going to be selective about which of his photos I use on my site. While I might put one or two full-frame pics of my sexual bits on my site if I think they are aesthetically pleasing, photos like that will be the exception for me.”

Misty was quite pleased at the discussion that her statement generated.  Even her grandmother seemed interested in Misty’s sense of aesthetics when it came to nude and erotic photography. She even told about the shoot yesterday with her parents with Butch & Tabitha. Grandma didn’t even blanch when Misty described the final photo of her mom and Tabitha sitting side by side with the men’s semen oozing out of them.  As they spoke Miss Sherry told Miss Bee that Misty had agreed to do a glamour nude shoot of the two of them sometime in the next few weeks. Misty was actually surprised when her grandmother said that she would be looking forward to it.

It was only after Misty finished telling about her photo shoot that they backed up and told the others about the family parading up and down the beach with all of them fully nude. Miss Sherry seemed to understand how rare such behavior was, even on nude beaches. Ms. Slosh surmised that was why pictures of them had shown up so quickly on the web.

When she and her mother got to their day on the pirate ship, whatever hesitancy her mom might have had about telling Grandma Campbell that she’d had a foursome with her daughter and two men, Misty had none at all. Grandma was fascinated, not appalled, by the tale. It was only when Miss Slosh said she’d had sex with Chad Webber in her living room while her daughter had sex with Lamar just a few feet away, that Grandma Campbell seemed taken aback. Not upset, but it was clear it was hard for her to grasp Slosh’s explanation that among this group, moments like that were seen as quality family time.

Misty did however leave out that she’d had a threesome with her brother and his vacation girlfriend. When the tale of St. Martin was done it was Ms. Slosh’s turn to tell about her trip to Miami. Grandma Campbell had questions about both the house party she’d been to and about the swing club. Misty noticed her grandmother's questions seemed to be about practical things like etiquette at sex parties. It sure sounded like she was thinking about going to one. But Grandma had specifically told Misty that she and Travis planned on monogamy, even if they were not married.

They’d been in the water over half an hour when Miss Bee opened up. Speaking to both Bonnie and Misty she said, “I’m sorry if I’ve shocked you by inviting Herb,  Travis, and the Marshals to join us,  but well… the truth is that I’ve fully embraced the life that I was forced to give up when I married Cooper’s father.”

Bonnie and Misty were puzzled at that statement. What did it mean?

To Bonnie Bee said, “If I’m to be honest, I’m more than a little jealous that you and Misty are living the life I would have if I’d had my choice. I can only wonder, if my own daughter and I had the relationship you two do, would she have avoided some of the pitfalls of her teen years? How many of our conflicts were rooted in the fact I felt obligated to publicly support her father’s backward male-chauvinistic version of her female sexuality? She knew that in private I was supportive of her sexual journey. I proved that by telling her my great secret: the truth about my own sexual freedom during my high school years. However, I just couldn't give her the same level of support Misty gets from you, Bonnie. And she resented it, even while she kept my secret. It is one of those ‘what if’s’ in life that could drive me crazy if I let it. I want to thank both of you for leading the way for me to come out of my shell in time to enjoy the life I’ve wanted since I was Misty’s age.”

Bonnie was pleased she’d been of help, but couldn’t but wonder where this was going.

“As I told you on the phone, this is not the first time that Travis and I have been naked with Sherry and Herb. Nor are you the only ones who have been naked in this tub with us.” Just a few days after I was at your house hot tubbing, I had my first experience of getting naked with men present in almost fifty years. From the moment I let the robe fall in front of Herb, all the years since I was seventeen just washed away and I was totally comfortable with my nudity. Of course, Travis went bug-eyed when he saw Sherry’s luscious body.”

Sherry splashed some water on Bee at that comment.

Bee just said, “It’s true, and that first time was far easier on both of us than I even hoped it would be. It was after we’d gone naked first with Sherry and Herb, then with them and several of their friends, when she asked me if we wanted to join her Wednesday evening group as an observer.”

Sherry then cut in, “Let me explain.  You may recall when back before Christmas I had Cooper over, it was the night he met Maggie.”

Bonnie said she did.

“I don’t know how detailed he got in telling you what happened, but we had a six-person orgy on the thick wool rug on my living room floor. That was a first for our home.  Well, sort of a first. We’ve had Maggie over many times since we got married, so we’d had threesomes on that rug before. After all, she’d introduced me to Herb because they had been lovers in the past. The rug is something like seventy-five years old, and after the first few times we used it, I put a three-quarter inch, high-density pad under it. That’s why it feels squishy to walk on. There is something very sensual about the texture of that old wool rug and it is a wonderful place to make love. I don’t know how many times Herb and I have done it in front of the fire in there.”

“But, systemically inviting people over on Wednesdays coincided with the start of the bi-weekly soirees at Maggy’s place, which as you know are mini-sex parties that she has been using to introduce her past lovers to each other.” She looked at Mike and Slosh to ask, “Between you two, you have been at what? Five of the seven soirees?”

Slosh answered, “Yes, once as a couple and two each as singles. And we both were at her Valentine’s party as well.”

“And each event had eight or occasionally nine participants, most of whom were not strangers to you. Mike, how many of the people at the soirees did you or Slosh already know from the community?”

Mike answered, “Nearly all of them.”

“Did you know any of those people were sexual libertines before those nights?”

“Two of the men have a reputation for seducing the wives of other important men, though I had no idea they’d been Maggie’s lovers at one time. The rest I had no idea.”

Sherry nodded, “And now, between the two of you, including both the soirees at Maggie’s, and Wednesdays here, I would guess that you have had sex with close to a dozen men and women who are civic, business, and social leaders; people that you two see and interact with in the community or their spouses.”

Both Mike and Slosh nodded. Slosh added, “Mike and I have discussed this. We counted it up and including both kinds of events and the Valentine’s Day party, between us, we’ve had sex with sixteen different men and women from the community. Sometimes that was part of a threesome or group thing, but I think that counts.”

Back to Bonnie, Sherry said, “That is true for me and Herb as well. Since I’m one of the hosts, even though Herb has only been at three of the seven soirees, I always fully participate. I’ve had sex with close to twenty men and women who Herb has known for decades. And since married couples are the rare exception at both kinds of events, normally their spouses know nothing or more often pretend to know nothing about their husband’s or wife’s infidelity, the circle of connection is even larger than if it were just couples. The big Valentine’s Party was sort of the coming out where everyone involved saw everyone else who is part. Maggie has created what is in effect a large swinger’s circle of the most wealthy and influential people in the region, nearly all of whom are over fifty years old. You have to know that every one of the people at those soirees could have lovers who are half or even a third their age if they wanted. But there is something about having a connection with people of their own age and class that makes the sex more meaningful than with a boy toy or blond bimbo. At every one of the soirees, the participants thank Maggie for making it happen.”

Slosh cut in “Yes, you are right. I get a more meaningful experience with men my own age. That’s why both my regular lovers, Chad and Anson, are in their fifties. That’s not to say I don’t like a good rutting from a young stag. I like hot sex with a fit young guy as much as the next woman…” she paused and corrected, “OK, I like it more than most women…”

That got a round of laughter.

“But, while young guys give me a sugar high, men my own age give me substance.”

Sherry nodded, “Exactly so. “But you should also know that there is as much business and civic networking as sex going on at those events. That is by design. Maggie’s reason for starting the soirees was not for sex, but to build a cohesive and powerful community. That group is the foundation for her new political group, Georgians for an Open Society. Now that those three or four dozen people see themselves as a legitimate community, they feel less like they have to hide who they really are, and that is empowering.”

Bonnie was following but Misty was having a hard time keeping up.

Sherry went on, “From the soirees, Herb and I have developed a group of playmates quite separate from the church group that meets at your house. Bonnie, as you know, Chad has been coming to my house on Wednesdays since the fall while his wife is with Ronda. Until Christmas, that just meant he and I would have sex in my bed, sometimes Herb would join to make it a threesome, but it was still just us. But after the success of the get-together with Maggie, Cooper, Steven Black, and his girlfriend before Christmas and the start of the soirees, we began to invite one, then two, then three other people, besides Chad, that we’d met at Maggie’s and had meshed well with. Now it is just our normal Wednesday night to have four guests over. The routine has become fairly fixed that after hors d'oeuvres and/or a time in the hot tub… she paused… so Juan, Fabiola, and Maria have all seen me getting it on with far more people than just Herb, Maggie, and Chad. I didn’t mention that before because I wanted Bee to tell the story her way.”

Both Bonnie and Misty nodded.

Sherry continued, “After the social time, we move the coffee table out of the way and sit around in my living room.  In advance, I pair couples off, and then while the other four chat, one of the pairings makes love on the rug. Normally I invite people with specific pairings in mind, and we’ve worked out in advance who they’d be with for the sex part, so the socializing time before is like foreplay building up the sexual heat well before the sex starts. In most cases, each of the three pairings has a turn with just them on the rug while the others talk.  If you recall, I’d suggested a similar format for your Arabian Nights party. Throughout the 1970’s, it was pretty much the standard fare for my group of friends, so it was nothing new to me. While Chad is there almost every week, the other three people change each time so each week there are different couplings.”

All the while Sherry was explaining, both Miss Bee and Travis were nodding as if they fully understood all of this. Then Miss Bee cut in, “She’d been telling me about her weekly get-togethers since nearly the beginning.  So, I’d been hearing week after week about her having sex with a variety of men and women right in front of the other four people in the room. I’m sure you remember I told you how much I enjoyed having sex with a variety of guys back when I was a teenager, as often as not with an audience. And, well as the weeks, then months went on, I began more and more to feel left out, like I was letting my final opportunity for the life I have always wanted to pass me by. So when Sherry asked if Travis and I wanted to come on a Wednesday to see with my own eyes what went on… well I didn’t say yes right off, but talking to Travis was mostly a formality. I knew he would agree for us to attend.  We decided to say we would come, but we wouldn’t participate, only watch.”

Bonnie knew she did not hide her surprise very well when she heard that. Though it was clear the whole story was building to it, she still didn’t see it coming until Miss Bee spelled it out.

Sherry then picked up, “So, two weeks ago Wednesday, a few days before you left for the Caribbean, we had eight people over, not just six, so that we could stick to the routine even though Bee and Travis were there as observers. Oh, and I’d cleared that with all of my guests in advance. We don’t do the hot tub thing every week, but I thought that it would be a good way to start for Bee and Travis.”

Miss Bee jumped in, “I couldn’t wait for the night to come, and when we got here, I couldn’t wait to get naked.”

Bonnie and Misty both laughed at that. Coming from Grandma Campbell, it just sounded so incongruous.

Travis, who’d said very little all night, said, “As it turned out, I already knew everyone that night. Like she said, there were four other people, I knew they were all married, but not to each other. Chad Webber I know is part of your church circle, and the other man was someone I know from the Chamber of Commerce. One of the women was the wife of a man I’ve known for close to thirty years and the other woman I didn’t know as well, but she’s someone I could greet by name on the street if I saw her.”

Overflowing with enthusiasm, Miss Bee said, “And I loved it. First, we had a naked soak with a lot of sex talk. Since they all knew both of us, and had known our spouses, I told them how Travis and I got together and how we’d come to be with them that night. I guess I got carried away because I told them while we were not going to participate that night, we likely would in the future.”

Travis put in, “Although that comment from Bee was not planned, it did not actually surprise me. We had already begun fantasizing about doing the group sex thing like Sherry and Herb… well and I guess like you, Slosh, and I guess Misty does. But she’d never told me directly that she wanted to do it for real.”

 Bee went on, “Then we went in and just like Sherry said, two people at a time got on the rug, and had sex, right in front of us while the rest of us just sat around and talked. It was the first time I’d seen other people having sex like that in forty-seven years. But I wasn’t embarrassed in the least. In fact, if I hadn’t promised Travis we would only watch, I would have dragged him to the carpet for our turn.”

Misty interrupted asking, “Are the soirees at Magnolia LeCroix’s home done the same way?”

Sherry answered, “No, not really. The soirees have a full sit-down dinner, after which is entertainment and conversation. The sex part comes last when the four pairings go to bedrooms, though it is not uncommon for two pairs to share the same bed. The entertainment is always different. She’s had a string quartette and a jazz combo. Once she hired high-end strippers from Atlanta, and twice she’s put a divan in the middle of the room and hired three young hotties to put on a sex show while we talk. That has a different feel to it than what we do at my house when the couple having sex is one of us.”

Slosh elaborated, “It's totally different when those having sex are hired to be background entertainment while the rest of us are fully dressed. The night I was there when the entertainment was live sex, I saw it as just a private version of the shows I produced at the Blue Globe, except there were no jokes and there was penetration. The truth is, if I could have gotten away with penetrative sex in my shows, I would have. That night there were two young guys and a girl not much older than you, Misty. And just as Maggy had planned, it simply set the mood for those of us who were guests.”

Misty blurted out, “You can tell Miss Magnolia that if she’s interested, Caitlin and I would put on a show that no one at her event would forget, maybe I could ask Samuel to join us. It would be so cool to do a sex show while Sparta’s big shots sit fully clothed watching us.”

That got some raised eyebrows.

Sherry nodded and said, “Now that is an idea, Misty. You have to know that even people my age in this area know who you are. You are the most famous young woman in Sparta since Maggie was in Playboy. Yes, that would go over very well. Are you serious?”

Misty cheerily said, “It would be fun. And I’m sure Caitlin would do it with me. I think you know her mom has been a sexual entertainer since she was sixteen. Yea, she’d love it.”

Sherry looked at Bonnie.

Misty turned to her mother.

Bonnie thought for a moment and said, “Misty, inside of a month, your website will be up. I know that you plan to show photos of you having sex to the entire world. So performing for a small group would be nothing compared to that. And doing that at Maggie’s house would be as safe as you guys playing at home, so I don’t see a problem with it. If you guys want to, I won’t object, and I doubt Gina would either.”

Sherry turned back to Misty and said, “I’ll forward her your offer. But we’d actually talked about asking you to set up a sort of boudoir photo booth as the entertainment one night. The idea was the guests would watch you pose and shoot each of the four women as the night’s activity, plus of course, you could charge whatever you want for the photos. I would suggest something like four times what you charged me.”

Misty liked that idea.

Then Sherry looked at Slosh and said, “Do you want to tell them about the entertainment at the soiree Friday night before last?”

Ms. Slosh started right up, “The night before I flew to Miami, after twenty years, Slosh Hidelman made a special appearance. I wasn’t at the dinner, I was strictly the entertainment, and Maggy introduced me as Slosh Hidelman, not Marcy Marshal. Of course, they all knew who I was, but what surprised me was after I’d finished my little show, it turned out that two of the men and one of the women remembered seeing me at the Blue Globe. The kind of people who come to her soirees are the same people who came to my shows back in the day, yet they’d never connected me to Slosh in all these years.”

Sherry put in “Her one-woman show ran about forty-five minutes. I will confess, it was like seeing someone I’d never met. It really was like the woman I know disappeared and someone new took her body.”

Slosh smiled, “Maggie had seen me at the Blue Globe not long after moving back to Sparta, and a couple of months ago she asked me if I would do an encore performance for one of her soirees. So, without telling anyone, I started working on it. It helped that on one of the VHS tapes we converted to digital was my entire Shakespear stripping routine. But, it was hardly necessary. Once I started working on it, it all came back to me. After all, I’d done it on and off from the time I was seventeen till I was thirty-one. And I was surprised how easy it was to write up the most outrageous sexual escapades of the last year into a very funny half-hour monologue.”

Sherry continued, “And once Slosh’s show was done, Maggie put on a mock charity auction for which of the four pairings that night would be joined by the famous Slosh Hidelman. Not surprisingly, one of the men who’d seen her at the Blue Globe won the right to fuck the famous star of the stage.”

Slosh put in, “It seems that, like Mike, he was a young exec who came to the club with a wealthy older man who was one of my regular VIPs. He said once he had to sit in the car after a show waiting for his boss to finish having sex with me. So, he’d fantasized about doing it with me for decades. It was fun helping him live out his fantasy. I think he got his money's worth, and I directed him to send the donation to the St. Thomas Youth Fund. That was actually how I came up with the idea for you and Trish to do the same.”

Sherry then added, “You have to know for the kind of people at those soirees, paying for sex is not a moral problem. And Maggie doesn’t interfere when the sexual entertainers are offered money to join one of the pairings.” To Misty, she said, “If you do come to one of the soirees, even as just a photographer, you will likely be propositioned.”

Misty replied, “I never do anything I don’t want to do. You have to know that.”

Sherry smiled, “Yes, I do.”

Bonnie asked Slosh, “Have you thought about offering to do that show for the housewarming party for The Circle that Trish is putting on next month when she moves into her new place? That would be a great addition. I suspect that party will be significantly larger than my Arabian Nights party last fall, and formal entertainment wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

“No, I hadn’t thought of that,” Slosh replied. “And from what Trish tells me she expects at least twice as many people, including some with whom she has been intimate with who are not part of our circle. But you are right it would be a good thing to offer to her.”

Sherry added, “Oh, since today Trish had her first session as a Rahab with Tom Dill, I can tell you that Jo Lynn Porter will be at that party, and the nude summer swims, even though she can’t participate in the sex until she is finished with her cancer treatment.”

Bonnie knew all about Jo Lynn’s battle with ovarian cancer, and that she had been Tom Dill’s lover for a decade, starting before her husband lost his battle with lung cancer. Their affair was sort of an open secret among the older women in the church. As Bonnie understood it, Tom’s wife had thought it a blessing that someone was willing to relieve her of what she saw as an onerous duty she’d long stopped performing. However, with Jo Lynn’s cancer diagnosis and subsequent chemotherapy, sex was not an option for her now and would not be for half a year or so. Bonnie understood Sherry and DeeDee had talked to Jo Lynn about the Rahab program before she’d recruited her and Trish to serve Tom until Jo Lynn recovered. From Sherry’s free use of the term, it was apparent that Miss Bee also knew about Rahabism. Another surprise.

Sherry went on, “I’ve told Jo Lynn all about The Circle and since she knows what she and Tom do is not unique, she thinks it is great what we are doing. Tom can’t come to any of our events, but he is happy that Jo Lynn will. I’ve invited her as an observer to one of my Wednesday groups too. She said she’d love to when she’s not too sick from chemo to enjoy it. She’s never seen other people having sex in person and she’s excited about coming.”  That brought them back to Bee and Travis’s story, “So, Travis, what did you think of that first night at my place?”

Travis spoke up, “As you said about Jo Lynn Porter, I’d never before seen people having sex in real life, and it was friends of mine I was watching doing it that night. It was surreal and a little intimidating for me. I knew that Bee wanted us to get down on the floor with them, but I wasn’t ready for something like that yet.”

Miss Bee came back, “But don’t let him act like he didn’t enjoy watching. As soon as we got home, even before we made it to the bedroom, he was on me. We had sex that night, the next morning, and the next afternoon. In fact, we had sex twice a day over the next week, almost always talking about joining in with other people.” She took a big breath and said, “A few days later, while we made love, I told him I wanted to participate next time. He wasn’t surprised since I’d said almost as much the prior Wednesday. Even when I made it clear that I wanted him to watch me have sex with another man, he said he knew I did.”

She looked at Misty and said, “When I told you that Travis and I planned on monogamy even though we are not married, my resolve was already weakening. Misty, I called you after Travis had agreed we could participate. I wanted to tell you the big news, but I didn’t want to do it over the phone. I knew you’d be happy for me.”

Misty was not as surprised as her mother was about all of this, however, the fact Grandma Campbell called her first to share the news was very rewarding. Perhaps she shouldn’t be surprised Grandma had wanted to share that news with her before anyone else. She’d known for years that of all the grandkids, she was her grandmother’s favorite. And after all, she was the only one Grandma had shown her topless cruise pics and she was the only one that she had told about her teenage sex life. It was hard not to feel good about herself that her grandmother thought so highly of her.

Grandma Campbell continued without a break, “Hearing about all the amazing sex Sherry was having week in and week out seemed to have brought to life desires I’d stuffed down deep, decades before.” She took another breath and said, “There were several times back when the kids were growing up that I got a hair’s breadth away from having an affair. Once I actually kissed a man. But I only did that once. I knew that John had been cheating on me from the time I was pregnant the first year we were married, but that was what men were allowed to do back then. But in my world as a young wife and mother, a woman who cheated was simply trash. It wasn’t until years later I realized how many middle-aged society women that I knew did it regularly. So, even though in the 70’s I read women’s magazines that talked about swingers, it was just a pipe dream for me. But once I got to know Sherry, well, once I first started having sex with my boyfriend and then I began to spend time with Sherry, it bothered me more and more that I’d missed out on so much. But when I sat on her sofa and watched people I know having sex without shame, right in front of me, I knew without a doubt I wanted to join in.”

Bonnie, trying to keep her astonishment hidden, asked, “Travis, what did you think of her saying she wanted to have sex with other men right in front of you?”

“It helped that I’d seen it coming. I’d been aware of the progression of her talk and thinking over the winter. When she told me that she wanted to fully participate next time, I knew that was what she wanted, perhaps even needed to do.  I won’t pretend that it was easy for me to say yes, because it just went against a lifetime of training. But, I guess it also helped that we were having sex when she said she wanted me to watch her do it with other men… and women.”

That brought on a round of laughter and comments.

Putting up his hands he asked, “Well, when she specifically said she wanted to have sex with Sherry, what could I do but say I was on board?”

More laughs.

Sherry then picked up. “I knew this was a big step for them so I wanted to invite the right people. To make it more difficult, Chad was not going to be available that night. When I heard Slosh was going to be out of town last week, I called Bee and asked if she would like to have sex with Mike.”

Bonnie and Misty both turned to look at Mike.

Bee carried on the narrative, “I said I would love to.”

Bonnie asked, “And it didn’t bother you at all that Mike is your son’s best friend?”

“No, not at all. He’s very sexy.”

Bonnie couldn’t help but laugh. Then she said, “I’m sorry Mike, I don’t think it's funny that a woman finds you sexy, but to hear that from Miss Bee is… well it's funny.”

Mike and Slosh both said they understood.

Bee grinned, then continued. “I knew Cooper would not be upset. Yes, I’m sure it will take him a few days to process all this, but I don’t think he’ll be upset that I told Sherry that I wanted Mike to be my first man. And besides, Mike is nearer to my age than Cooper’s.”

Bonnie just nodded. She was right on all counts.

Sherry continued, “It was Bee who suggested I invite Maggie to be the sixth person.”

Bee explained, “From the very first time I told Travis that Magnolia LeCroix had been Sherry’s lover for the last thirty years, he was upfront that ever since he was a young man, he’d fantasized about her. She was the local girl, who’d gone to his high school who had not only been in Playboy, but had done nude scenes in Hollywood movies. I’d seen her Playboy photo since Cooper’s father bought a copy of that issue back when it first came out, though I’ve never seen any of the movies she is in.”

Travis sheepishly said, “I’d already seen her nude in Sherry’s hot tub by then, but when she told me on the way over to Sherry’s house that Magnolia would be the other woman, any resistance I still had disappeared.  Then while we were in the water, Sherry directly asked me if I would be up to having sex with Maggie when we went inside. I couldn’t get out the word yes, so I just nodded. “

Bee laughed, “You should have seen his face. He was embarrassed by having to say yes, but also the eagerness on his face could not be missed. I know Magnolia saw it. When we went in, she didn’t even let him sit down, but pulled him to the center of the room to start kissing him. When she went to her knees and took him in her mouth, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Not only did it turn me on to watch the man I think of as my husband having sex, it was with a woman who is unnaturally beautiful for her age. I wasn’t jealous though, not a bit. What I was, was horny.”

Laughs

“But Travis was a champ and made me wait. He didn’t even lose control when Maggie had an energetic and vocal orgasm while he was in her. They were still going at it when the bell went off.”

Bonnie asked, “Bell?”

Sherry put in, “Oh, it's something  I learned back when we had sex parties with my first husband. As you already know, sex at a party is not like one-on-one sex, it is as much for the viewers as for those doing it. When each couple starts, I set the egg timer for fifteen minutes. Otherwise, things will drag. The bell isn’t to say they have to just stop, but it is to say they need to move toward wrapping up. I’d told Bee and Travis all of that the week before.”

Bee finished up by saying, “And so, just a few minutes after the bell went off, I watched my life partner ejaculate into Maggie. I found it satisfying in a way I still can’t describe. But I know I’m glad I got to see it.”

Travis picked up, “Then it was Bee’s turn. From the first, when she and Mike began to kiss, I was surprised how much I enjoyed watching. Until that moment, I really wasn’t sure how I’d respond. Strangely, at each step, a new wave of love for her came over me. When I watched them standing together naked and she put her tongue in his mouth; when she went to her knees and swallowed his erection… and I mean she swallowed it, nearly the whole thing… and he’s not small.”

Miss Bee grinned, and everyone else laughed.

Travis continued, “… when I watched her climax as he ate her out; and then when she mounted him and climaxed again from their sex, it all just made me happy for her. I knew how much she wanted to be the person she was in 1968 again, and she was doing it right before my eyes. I was so happy for her. Just like Bee said about watching me, I didn’t feel the slightest bit jealous.”

Sherry interjected, “Yea, because you were sitting naked on the sofa with your arm around Maggie.”

Travis shook his head, “No that is not why. Yes, it was nice feeling Maggie’s body next to mine like that, but my happiness came from knowing that the woman I love was so visibly responding to everything, everything I knew she wanted so deeply. Perhaps it’s because of my age that I didn’t see what was happening as a threat to my manhood. Perhaps I would have thirty years ago, but not now. When at the last, when Mike was on top of her and she arched her back in what I knew was a powerful climax, it was Iike I knew she’d finally gotten what she’d wanted for so many decades.”

He looked over at Mike, “I don’t think I thanked you last week. I really appreciate what you did for Bee. She’s been positively glowing since then.”

Mike just nodded.

Bonnie just sat wide-eyed.

Travis went on, “But oddly it wasn’t until I saw and heard him cumming, filling the woman I love with his semen that my own penis got fully hard. I don’t know why; but watching him grunt and press into her as he ejaculated, and hearing her moans in response, got me totally ready to go again even though I’d cum less than half an hour before.”

Bee jumped in, “He was right. It was wonderful. It was just as he said, I was embracing who I’d wanted to be all these years. And it was the final step in a journey that started the day almost a year ago when I took my clothes off for Travis the very first time. I was finally me again.”

She paused, but Bonnie could tell she was just gathering her thoughts.

Misty beamed inside and out. She was so happy for the grandmother she loved so much. And knowing she’d had a part in her rediscovering herself brought a wave of joy that she would never forget.

After perhaps half a minute of silence, Bee went on, “After I gave Mike a good thank you kiss, I looked over and saw Travis was totally hard. He’d never come back that fast and I wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass.  Laying on my back in the middle of the rug, I spread my legs and told him it was his turn with me.”

Travis nodded, “I’d read about guys enjoying sloppy seconds in things like Penthouse Forum years ago, but I never dreamed it would happen to me. I was so stunned by her request that I didn’t move, but Maggie told me that my woman was waiting for me to show her how much I loved her.”

He paused and seemed to think then looked around before saying, “You guys don’t know how much our Sunday after-church lunches helped prepare me for that moment. I clearly remember how back in late January… it was only the second time I’d joined your group for Sunday lunch… Slosh just casually said that Mike had come home from work a few days before and found her having sex with Anson Whipple in their bed.” He looked to Slosh and asked, “Do you recall telling that story over Sunday dinner at the restaurant by the lake?”

Slosh nodded.

Travis went on. “I’ve known Mike for twenty years and it was only a few weeks before that  Bee had told me that you guys had a non-exclusive marriage. But at the table not only were you casual about getting caught having sex with another man, but so was everyone else at the table. And your daughter was sitting right next to you as you said it. It’s like nobody reacted with any sort of ‘ohhh, or ‘oh no.’ So, not only was this telling about you and Mike, but about everyone there. Then you went on to tell how Mike gave you and Anson the time you needed to finish up. The idea that he didn’t either make you stop or try to horn in on the action spoke volumes about the quality of your relationship. And it was like that was the expected response for him to simply give you and your lover the time you needed to finish. From the way you said it, after you and Anson were done, you wanted Mike to enter you as soon as Anson pulled out. Like I said, I’d read about stuff like that decades ago, but you were just talking like it was a normal part of life.”

“Of course, now I realize that for you, it is. But at the time it was difficult for me to grasp the idea that having sex with a lover was part of your relationship with Mike. But that day was the first of many conversations Sunday after Sunday that prepared me to stand on my knees, in front of our friends to look down and see my love’s legs spread, with semen plainly visible coming from the mouth of her open vagina. It was another man’s semen and it was because of that she wanted to make love to me right then and there. And strangest of all, it made me love her more than ever.”

He looked at Slosh and said, “At that moment, I recalled something you said that day about making love to Mike right after Anson. You said that you both find it a special experience to make love to your husband with your lover’s fresh semen in you. That comment really stuck with me because it seemed so impossible. Yet, at that moment looking at Bee, it came back to my mind.”

Slosh commented, “I don’t remember saying it that particular time, but I know I’ve said it before since it is true. Anson has been my lover since the fall, even while he is the live-in boyfriend of my best friend at school. He comes over to be with me once every two or three weeks after work. Between him and Chad and a couple of other men (mostly from church), most weeks I time it so that Mike makes it home one time just before or just after I’ve been filled… and you have it right, I want him in me as soon as possible after my lover is done. Sometimes though I’m on the living room sofa, not our bed. I work to time it that way because it is very special to both of us to feel him sliding in the semen already in me… and it has been since our first months dating.”

Misty cut in, “Dad likes to eat Mom out when she has other guys stuff in her for the same reason.”

Bonnie just nodded.

Miss Bee’s eyes widened slightly.

Travis returned to his story, “Well, with Bee and Mike, it all happened right in front of my eyes, and Bee invited me to make love to her even though I could see Mike’s semen slowly leaking out of her. It was a moment of truth for me. But I guess there was no decision to make. Looking at the glow on Bee’s face, I could tell she was exactly in the position she’d wanted to be for close to fifty years.” He turned to Bee and asked, “Can I tell them?”

She nodded.

“I knew she’d been waiting for this exact situation because she’d described it to me several days before in telling me about a recurring fantasy of hers during the 70s. Her fantasy was that rather than screwing other women on the sly, John would take her to one of the swinger parties she’d read about… and while she told you that she also read about them in women’s magazines, she didn’t say she read about them in the Playboy and Penthouse magazines John kept in his end table.”

Miss Bee cut him off, “I might as well tell it. Throughout the 70s, when I was in my twenties with three children at home, while they were down for naps, or later in school. I’d masturbate mid-day pretty much five days a week. And I read John’s magazines. Yes, I looked at the photos and fantasized about posing for them. As I told you last month, I often fantasized about having the life that Sherry was actually living. Since I’d gone naked in public, I was sure had I been given the chance I would have happily posed for photos like that. But it was the stories that I really got into, the explicit sex stories, and yes, swinger stories were my favorite. In my prime years, 90% of my sex life was in my imagination and with my hands… I didn’t even have a vibrator.”

That got laughs.

“So Misty, your grandmother was a masturbation fiend when your father was little.”

Misty shot back, “Oh, my mother masturbated in her bed every day after lunch for years, pretty much right up until she went back to work. I’ve seen her doing it a hundred times.”

“Well then, I guess this won’t be too much for you. Like he said, the week before I had described to Travis one of my recurring fantasies. It was that rather than John having sex with other women during the day or after work… which I knew he did since he came home smelling of woman and of sex… that he would take me to a swinger party. I would happily have let him screw other women if he would take me with him. One of my recurring fantasies was to have sex at a party in front of my husband, then after the other man was done, he would be so turned on that he would take me in front of everyone. I had told him that story because after we saw how things went at Sherry’s, I knew… or I hoped that was what would happen. What I didn’t expect was that after cumming with Maggie, Travis would actually be ready to go again. I was just hoping for a supportive kiss from him after seeing me having sex. So, yes, he knew for sure how long I’d been waiting for that moment.”

Travis nodded and picked back up, “So I knew that she’d waited a lifetime to have the man she loved see her like that, and to show he was happy at the sight. If I loved her, there was only one thing to do.” He then just stopped.

After about ten seconds Bonnie asked, “And? Did you enjoy making love to her in front of your friends… with her vagina full of Mike’s semen?”

It took a few more seconds before he said, “Of course I did. As we got going, and I felt my dick sliding in Mike’s semen, it sort of came to me. I realized how blessed I am to have such a woman in my life. The fact she has the courage to claim, or reclaim her own sexuality at this point in her life is sexy beyond words. That semen I felt in her was proof that she was not afraid of embracing life, even at sixty-four years old. How could I not love that, and love her for it.” He looked over at Slosh and said, “It was while we were having sex, I understood why having your husband make love to you after you’ve been with another man is so special.”

Miss Bee pulled him close to her, then leaned in to kiss him. She broke the kiss. “I love you so much. I thank God every day that he brought us together.”

Then she looked around and said, “Yes, it was special. Though I’d given guys sloppy seconds more than a dozen times back in the day, not only was that a lifetime ago, but when I was doing that, the love of my life had died just months before and so it was just sex. Yes, it felt great back then, but having the man I love using semen as lube is something entirely different.” She looked at Mike, “And it was not just the semen of a random man. It was the semen of a man I’ve known, liked, and respected for decades. And it was given as a gift with his wife’s full approval. Sherry and I had lunch with DeeDee Hildebrandt about a month ago, and she told me how she takes semen as a gift from God.” Turning to Bonnie she said, “That is how I already knew about Rahabism and using sex as a Christian ministry. And, let me say I think it is wonderful what you and Trish will be doing for Tom. He is a very good man and I believe that by serving him you will be serving God.” She stopped then went back to what she was saying, “Well, last Wednesday the semen that Travis and I were using as lubricant… and at my age lube is always appreciated…”

Laughs and agreement.

“… the semen we were using was a gift from God in that he brought us to a place where we could have that experience. But it was also a gift from Mike and Marcy.” She looked right at Slosh, “Mike’s semen was a personification of your love for each other. He wasn’t cheating on you, he’d cum in me as part of your marriage, so in filling me with what is in effect the semen that belongs to you, Mike freed me from a lifetime of bondage. The love & pleasure we felt at that moment, was lubricated both spiritually and physically by a thin layer of Mike’s love for you. Your love was between Travis’s erection and my vagina. You and Mike were with us in the most intimate way possible. As Travis and I made love on the rug, all of that came to me, though to be honest it’s taken days to find the words to express it. Your love and kindness gave us that gift so that Travis and I could share a moment like none other. I will never forget that. I will never cease to be thankful that you made it possible.”

Bonnie knew that was the moment. The moment when she was allowed to see the truth she’d been preaching for years manifest in the lives of people she loved. She wondered how much work Miss Bee had put into that little speech, but it was obvious that she meant every word of it. Before she left, she would ask Miss Bee to write all that down. It was something that needed to be preserved and shared.

 After a long silence as everyone contemplated the words, Miss Bee said, “Bonnie, I know that both you and Slosh have sex in hot tubs, but while I have the libido of someone half my age, my joints are still sixty-four. I vote we go inside where it is more comfortable to have sex.” With that, she and Travis stood up.

For Misty, the last hour or so had been both bewildering and thrilling. She couldn’t get over the idea that she had helped her grandmother to find the happiness that she’d wanted for way longer than Misty had been alive… for longer than her dad had been alive.

Standing, Sherry moved over to Bonnie and Misty before saying, “Last Wednesday, Bee and Travis went on so long, that we didn’t get to all the things we wanted… in particular, she and I have been building up sexual tension for months now, and it’s time we got a chance to act on it. I know without a doubt that seeing sex does not bother you. Bee asked me to ask you to stay for a little while. We have some coffee and nice cakes made by my cook today waiting for us. On the agenda tonight is a pair of threesomes: me with Mike and Bee and Slosh with Herb and Travis. I’ve made Slosh promise not to kill those two old men, which I know she is fully capable of doing.”

Misty couldn’t help but laugh.  Then before her mother could come up with a reason to leave, into her mother’s ear she said, “If Grandma has asked for us to stay while she has sex, then for us to leave would send the wrong message. I’m not saying to stay till they are done, but perhaps thirty minutes or so.”

Bonnie nodded and told Sherry, “We’d love to stay, at least for a while.”

As they walked to the big house, Sherry let Bonnie know that Cooper would be receiving an invitation to Maggie’s Memorial Day pool party. “It will be with the same people that were at the Valentine’s Day party. His invitation will be for him and a date, but of course, we’d love that to be you. But we know you very likely will be off speaking. But that party will be far more than a swim and sex party, it will be gathering those people that we will need to help us push back on Maggie’s Aunt’s attacks on you and your family.”

Bonnie said she’d love to be there, but if she couldn’t she’d make sure DeeDee or Trish came with Cooper.

In the house, as Sherry had said, they found a spread of desserts and drinks had been prepared by her domestic staff. After a few minutes, Sherry informed them that the egg timer for threesomes was usually set for twenty-five minutes. So, they sat on the sofas and chatted with Slosh, Travis, and Herb for half an hour while Sherry, Miss Bee, and Mike moved from one combination to another. It was apparent that both Sherry and Mike understood the limited time format and smoothly moved from one position to another every few minutes during this opening phase. Before things slowed down, all three people had given and received oral sex and Mike had his erection in both of the women. It was all hot, but the passion that Miss Bee and Sherry had for each other was palpable.

Bonnie found the format of sitting on the chairs and sofas eating refreshments and talking while watching the sexual display on the floor was somehow different from that at the Arabian Nights party when they were all on the floor with those having sex.  She decided that difference was in the connection with those engaged. By sitting on chairs and sofas, they were purely spectators, removed emotionally from what was going on with those on the floor. On one hand, that allowed for the sex on the floor to be mere background entertainment that still allowed for those seated to carry on a normal conversation. Bonnie reasoned that if the idea was to make a sustainable format week after week, this was a positive thing. Yet, something was lost by severing that emotional connection as well. She was sure that had she been on the floor watching her mother-in-law having sex with a man and a woman (both her friends) would have resonated with… well she didn’t know. And wouldn’t know because she was on the sofa.

While the demonstration of all the ways a threesome could be done went on, Misty carried on a conversation about shooting erotic photos with Herb and Slosh. They were both very interested in how she approached shooting the foursome yesterday. The unspoken point of the conversation was on her shooting erotica with the people in the room.  Misty seemed quite detached from the fact that it was her dear grandmother on the floor as she discussed how she would light and frame that image.

At around halfway through the twenty-five minutes, Sherry and Mike moved from the tour-of-threesomes to a concerted effort to bring Miss Bee off. Bonnie watched Sherry suckle Miss Bee’s breast while Mike used the time he needed to bring her pleasure to the breaking point with his mouth and tongue. From an armchair, Travis watched intently. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but there was no doubt of his love for Miss Bee and the vicarious joy he was receiving from watching two people pleasure her. It only took a few more minutes of the combined stimulation before Miss Bee’s body spasmed from a powerful orgasm and her gasps and groans filled the room. Objectively it was a beautiful sight.

As his love lay on the floor, gasping for breath, Travis pulled his eyes from watching Bee to ask, “Misty, would you be comfortable shooting your grandmother?”

She turned from talking to Slosh and Herb to tell him “I’ve already told Miss Sherry I’d do a glamour shoot with her and Grandma together out in the garden.”

“What about something more sexual with the two of them? Or perhaps like this with Mike?” he asked, motioning to where Mike was moving to his knees.

“Sure,” Misty replied, “if that is what she wants. She really is beautiful and it would be a privilege to shoot her making love. Understand, I truly believe deep down that our sexuality is a gift from God, so it doesn’t bother me to shoot people close to me. After all, I shot my parents with the assistant youth leaders yesterday.”

They watched Mike slide his erection all the way into Miss Bee.

She moaned deeply. The combination of sight and sound brought joy to Misty’s heart.

He began to slowly move in and out of her. A few minutes later, Miss Bee broke the kiss to say, “Mike, I want it deeper and harder than last time.”

Mike lifted her legs and pushed her thighs back so Miss Bee’s pelvis tilted up. He then drove his cock down with enough force to drive the breath out of her.

“YES,” she grunted. “Just like that.” As Mike started in on her in earnest, Sherry began kissing her hard and deep. The sound of Mike’s body slapping into her echoed off the walls.

Travis, not taking his eyes from the trio on the floor, said, “I think we would both like photos of this. I know for a fact she would rather you take those kinds of pictures than anyone else. You are the one person that I think she could totally enjoy the process of being photographed while making love to Shery and Mike like this.”

The idea that her grandmother felt that way about her brought yet another wave of happiness to Misty as she watched Mr. Marshal push her grandmother’s thighs further back to drive his penis even deeper into her. When he did, Misty could clearly hear her grandmother’s moan through the kiss she and Sherry continued to share. For several minutes, she watched as the sounds of intense sex filled the room.

Misty felt her mother tap her on the thigh. She used her head to motion to the room where they’d left their clothes. Misty stood and quietly followed her mother out.

In the side room, they found their clothes had been neatly folded and stacked on a side table. It was yet another reminder that Fabiola, Miss Sherry’s maid, was at work even while her guests enjoyed themselves.  Even if Misty didn’t see them, the two women working in the house must know everything that was going on since the sounds of sex were clearly audible in the side room. She could tell by her mother’s response at seeing the folded clothes that she was thinking the same thing.

 Misty whispered, “I don’t know what I was expecting tonight but this isn’t it.”

“You and me both, girl.” After pulling on her pants, her mother added, “There must have been a mountain of pent-up desire in Miss Bee to allow her to be so unselfconscious in front of us. This is only her second time to do this after all.”

“Yea, half a century's worth of desire,” Misty agreed.

When they returned to the room, Miss Bee was up on her knees, her mouth clamped over Sherry’s vulva. Mike was in the process of positioning himself to reenter her from behind. From the way Grandma’s mouth was positioned on Miss Sherry’s mound, Misty was sure she was tongue fucking her. From experience, Misty knew that was an easier thing to do in this combination than trying to lick the girl’s clit while getting banged from behind. She supposed sexual technique must be like riding a bicycle, once Grandma started, it must all have come back to her after nearly fifty years.

Misty and Bonnie went to stand behind the sofa. They’d agreed to stay till Miss Bee was done so they could thank her for inviting them before they left. They had guessed the time right, because no sooner had Mike begun to work up a rhythm; the egg timer went off. Though Miss Bee didn’t react at all, Mike’s head turned to the end table holding the device before turning back to Miss Bee and rapidly increasing his pace. The sound of his thighs slapping on Bee filled the room. Bee was able to keep working on Sherry for only a minute more before her head came up as she began to loudly vocalize her pleasure. She obviously was not making any effort to hold back. The pitch and volume of her responses rapidly increased. Sherry moved back and stood up. Misty was sure she was about to see her grandmother climax one more time before this was over.

When it came, Grandma’s thighs began to quiver and her moans turned to something like a squeal.  There was no doubt she was cumming. Mr. Marshal kept hammering her all the way through the orgasm, not letting himself go and begin pumping his jizz into her until Miss Bee had quieted and had begun to just breathe loudly through her mouth. It was just difficult for Misty to believe that the person she just watched climax was the same woman she’d known all her life as Grandma.

It took a minute or two more before Mr. Marshal was completely done. He rocked back and sat on the ground. Misty decided this was her moment to return the kind of total support that she’d always received from her grandmother. She moved around the sofas and offered her a hand to stand. Still breathing hard, Grandma took her hand and stood.

Once on her feet, she did not let go of Misty, and said, “I might have the desire of a sixteen-year-old, but I don’t have the stamina of one. I guess I’ll have to start an exercise routine if this is going to be my new life.”

Misty couldn’t help but smile. Grandma was probably right.

To Travis, Miss Bee said, “If you can wait for a moment before you start with Slosh. I want you to feel their love inside of me again before you start sharing with her.” Then turning to Slosh, she added, “And I won’t keep him long. Be sure, I want to see him fill you with the love that your husband just filled me… again.”

Without putting her robe back on, Miss Bee walked Bonnie and Misty to the front door of Sherry’s mansion and right out onto the front veranda. While it was indeed a long way from the house to the road, perhaps as much as a half-mile, it was not too far. Though the once great cotton plantation was now no more than another pulpwood tree farm, there was a space, perhaps three times the width of the house clear of trees in which was a manicured lawn and a row of rose bushes bordering the driveway.  Though the cars and trucks that occasionally drove by were plainly visible, Miss Bee didn’t seem the least bit concerned about her nudity as she said, “Thank you so much for coming tonight. I might put on an air of confidence, but your validation of this change in my life means more to me than you can know.”

Misty, who’d not let go of her hand, pulled her into a hug. “I love you, Grandma. Thank you for letting me be a part of this. You can’t imagine how happy it makes me to know you wanted me to be here.” Somehow hugging her nude grandmother didn’t seem odd in the least.

After Misty broke the hug, Miss Bee did not let go of her granddaughter before asking, “Bonnie, do you know why I wanted you to stay to watch me do all that?”

“Not exactly.”

“Because I want you to see me as a full part of the group at church that you call The Circle. While I am sure I will become part of Maggie’s group of rich swingers, my real home is at St. Thomas. Even though I’m older than anyone in your circle other than Sherry and Herb… well I guess Jo Lynn will be joining the group too and she’s nearly my age … but, I want your friends to accept me as being as much a part as anyone else.”

Misty jumped in before her mother could reply, “Grandma, your hot. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble blending in. You can be sure that when the sex stuff starts, they will want you right in the middle of it.”

Bonnie let out a little laugh, “I don’t think I would have been quite so direct about it, but Misty is right… you’ll have plenty of people wanting to be your partner. And you can take this as an invitation to both the picture viewing party at my place next Wednesday and Trish’s housewarming party the week after. And be sure, if you put on a show like we just saw, you will have a summer full of dinner invitations from couples in The Circle.”

Misty helpfully offered, “That means dinner and sex afterward if you didn’t already guess.”

Gramma Campbell smiled and said, “Yes, Sherry has informed me of how your friends now socialize.” To Bonnie, she said, “Then you can take this as my RSVP. Travis and I will be at both.”

She bid them both goodbye with a kiss on the cheek.

As they were driving back home, Bonnie asked her daughter, “So, what did you think of all of that?”

Misty thought for a moment then said, “Humbling, and a little frightening.”

“That’s an odd answer. Do you want to explain?”

“What I realized from today was that we, me and you, have had a huge impact on Grandma’s life. What we’ve done, the example we gave her, has changed how she will live the rest of her life. So, it's humbling that teenage me can help shape the life of someone like my grandmother.  And it’s also frightening because if I can have an impact on her, who else am I impacting without even realizing it?  And if I don’t realize what I’m doing, could I be doing harm and not know it? That is frightening.”

“Wow,” Bonnie said, “That is deep. But you are right. Who are we influencing and how? Well, I think in this case, we can be proud of what we’ve done for your grandmother. She is simply not the same person she was a year ago. It's like she has come alive in a way I have never seen her as long as I’ve known her. Whatever part we had in that, we can be proud of.”

Misty decided Mom was right.

Her mother concluded by saying, “And, I suspect you enjoyed watching her with Mike and Sherry as much as I did. Not because of the sex acts, but because of who it was.”

“Yes, I really did. My only regret is I didn’t have my camera to capture it today. No matter how much sex I’ve seen or will see in the future, today is something I will never forget.”

Bonnie agreed, saying, “Well from what Travis said, I suspect you might get a chance to shoot that same threesome sometime in the next month or so.”

They drove in silence for a couple of minutes then her mother said, “Now comes the part of telling your father about all of this… including watching his mother have sex with his best friend.”

Misty couldn’t help but laugh.