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Walking into Paradise

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When Pete exited the plane he was hit with a near solid wall of hot, humid air. Suddenly the clothes he was wearing were uncomfortable. He had no baggage to collect. Only one twelve pound carry-on bag for a two week vacation. He was about to turn fifty and had never packed so light for a week long trip. He had everything in the bag that Marla had told him to bring.

Marla. The thought of her got his mind racing. If he believed her picture and what she had written she was 45, had curly red hair that was very short, was 5’8″, and loved life. They had met over the internet because a friend of his gave him her e-mail address and said he had set him up on an e-date for 8pm that night. At 7:55 Pete wondered what he would say/type to a woman he had never met. By 8:10 he wasn’t thinking about that anymore.

Her opening e-mail was a profile of herself that told him a lot about who she was, what she liked, disliked, and what her goals were in meeting him. Then she sent him a blank profile and asked him to fill it out and send it back, IF what he read about her interested him. He printed her profile and then filled his out. He was very interested.

The blank profile didn’t ask for his name, just “What would you like to be called by me?” Pete. Under occupation it asked for a category, not the name of a firm. That made it easy, since he was a freelance writer. Each and every item was tailored to give her lots of information without getting too personal.

Within an hour they were on the phone talking. Her voice was almost velvet and reminded him of a singer his Dad listened to when he was a kid, Julie London. Throaty and filled with sex was how Dad had described Julie London’s voice. The same described Marla. They talked and laughed for almost an hour. At the end of the call she made a request: that he call her in four days, no sooner. They set a time and agreed that he would call her at that time, even if it was to say he was not interested.

Four days later he received an email from her and it included a picture. In the picture a woman was standing near a small waterfall wearing khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. She was barefoot. As in the profile she looked like what had been described. He was impressed. She looked great.

He called the friend who had set him up with this lady and asked him to describe her. What he said led him to believe that she was the person in the picture. He drove over to another friend’s home and asked her to take a digital picture of him and teach him how to send it via e-mail. She did better than that, she took the picture and they sent it from her computer. They sent it to his computer and to Marla’s.

Later that night, at the agreed moment, he called her. When she answered she said, “Oh, I like how you look.”

He thanked her, wanting to believe her, and the conversation began. Somewhere in the middle one of them asked if, and, or when the other could go on vacation. Her answer was “Just about anytime.” His answer was “As soon as the manual I’m writing is done. That should be in about three weeks.”

She thought he should come and visit her for a week. They made plans for his travel, and she promised him great accommodations. Over the span of three weeks they spoke often and in depth about their expectations and boundaries.

Now he was standing in front of the airport, sweating, and looking for her yellow Mustang convertible. In the distance he could see two yellow cars and wondered if one of them was Marla. The nearer of the two turned out to be a yellow VW bug. He didn’t even look to see who was driving it. The second was a Mustang, with the top down, that pulled to the curb and stopped right in front of him.

“Hey Sailor, want a ride?” She called out. Her smile lit up the whole city. He tossed his one bag in the back seat and got in beside her. She leaned over and kissed him Hello. It was a kiss one might save for someone they have been lovers with for a while. He felt his body responding. When she broke the kiss she put the car in gear and away they flew. She laughed, sang with the radio, talked to him and generally had a good time with him for the half hour ride to her place on the beach.

Pete loved looking at her while they drove. She was wearing a yellow bikini top and a pair of white shorts. Marla’s breasts were not very large and her nipples pushed against the thin yellow fabric so that he could see them quite well. Her body and legs were well tanned and the skin didn’t look dried out or old. Had he not been told how old she was he would have guessed about fifteen years younger.

Marla pulled into the garage, hit a button on the dash and closed the garage door. Then she reached behind her neck to the strings of her bikini top and undid them, pulling the top off.

“Now I can say hello properly,” she said, getting out of the car and coming quickly around to his side. She put her arms around him as he stood next to the car and kissed him. His hands naturally went around her, and then to her breasts. When the kiss ended Pete grabbed his bag and headed for the door with Marla leading the way. At the door she hesitated, removed the white shorts and tossed them onto the back seat of the Mustang with the bikini top, “In case we need to go out” she said.

Just inside the house, they were in the kitchen. Pete looked out the windows and saw a very private back yard, with a pool, a big deck, about ten chaise lounges, a picnic table and a built in big bar-b-que. He also noted that the kitchen was as clean as if they were in one of those model homes ready to be sold. Next Marla showed him the rest of the house, which had four bedrooms, five bathrooms, no formal living room but what Marla called the Great Room, and a small library/study. Pete took note of all that he was shown, but mostly he took note of Marla. He noted that there were no tan lines on her, that she had no pubic hair and that her nipples were hard and seemed to be begging for his attention. He also noted how comfortable Marla was being nude. The tour ended in the largest of the bedrooms.

“The drawers on the left side of that chest are yours. The end of the closet nearest that end of the chest is also yours. Any questions?” She was smiling at him like she had a secret.

“Yes. I have a question or two. Can I plan on you dressing like this for most of my stay? What can I have it mean? Do you want or expect me to be nude too?”

Marla stepped close, put her arms around Pete and kissed him, pressing her entire body against him. Her tongue probed his mouth, her hands checked his vital signs, and her breasts pressed against his chest.

When the kiss ended she said, “You can dress or undress as you like. When I’m home, I’m nude. I have it in my mind that we will be having lots of sex this week and I would not want you spending unneeded energy getting out of your clothes. In fact, if you’ll take off those sweaty clothes we can shower together and get this wonderful week started.”

Pete pulled off his clothes and Marla put them in a hamper right by the entrance to the bathroom. Then she led him to one of the biggest showers he had ever seen in a home. It was at least six foot square with four shower heads, one at each upper corner, and a bench along one wall. There were indents in another wall filled with soaps, scrubs, loofas, shampoos, and other shower things. Marla adjusted the water flow and after a few seconds stepped in, pulling Pete with her.

The next few minutes were filled with soaping each other, making sure that every little and not-so-little part was really clean, and the giggles and other sounds of two people exploring each other. The water pressure was great, the soap fragrant but not flowery, and Marla’s body felt wonderful. When they were done Marla shut off the water and stepped out. She walked back into the bedroom and spread a big towel on the floor.

She spread herself out on the towel and said, “I see that something is turning you on. Come lay here by me and tell me all about it.”

Pete put himself on the same towel and kissed her, probing with his tongue into her mouth. Her hand went to his cock and they were soon having coitus on the towel. It was an exploration and familiarization tour for both of them. Marla’s question was answered; how will he feel in me? Pete’s question got a preliminary answer as well; Could she be who I’ve been looking for?

When it was fully dark outside Marla asked what he would like to do about dinner. His answer was that he was thinking about nibbling on her for days. She recommended that, but also that they eat some food, to keep up their strength. She went somewhere and brought back a portable phone and a notebook. The notebook was menus from nearby restaurants. Each was marked at the top, “Delivers” or “No delivery.” Pete looked thru the notebook and decided he was most interested in a Chinese restaurant that “delivers.” They talked about which dishes to order, discovered they liked the same ones, placed the call and spent the waiting time deepening their exploration of each other, again.

When the doorbell rang they were both still on the towel. Marla jumped up and ran to the door. Pete followed her, watched as she grabbed her purse, took out some money, and went to the door. She was still nude. She opened the door and Pete saw a teenaged boy smiling wide. She took the bag from him, gave him the money and kissed him on the cheek. Then she stepped back and closed the door.

They ate at the table out on the deck. Pete asked her about opening the door nude and kissing the teenager.

“I have known Tommy since he was old enough to make deliveries on his bicycle. I never wear clothes around home so he and his family know that if they deliver here they will see me, or someone, nude.”

“You never wear clothes around home?”

“Well, maybe on the few days a year when it is cold and rainy, but mostly I’m nude whenever possible. It’s just more comfortable.”

“Living where I do there are months every year when it’s just too cold to be naked.”

“Makes me wonder why folks live in those places.”

“Now that you mention it, me too.”

Their discussion touched lots of other topics and interests. They cleaned up the table, tossed away the empty food boxes, and were in the pool touching each other when the phone rang. Marla answered it out on the deck. Pete listened to one half the conversation.


“No, not tonight.”

“My boyfriend is in town and I want no distractions.”

“Maybe we could have dinner tomorrow night.”

“Let me ask.” She held the phone against her butt and whispered to Pete, “Will you be up to meeting some of my friends tomorrow evening?” He nodded.

“OK. He says he’s up for it, but he doesn’t know you all.”

“Sounds good. Seven it is.”

She hung up. Then she came over to the pool and jumped in. They splashed around, kissed, touched, and enjoyed each other until Pete was pretty tired. He didn’t want to go to sleep, but knew he was fading fast. Marla picked up on his unconscious signals and led him out of the pool. She toweled him off and led him into her bed. They got into the bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning Pete awoke, discovered he was in the bed alone, got up and headed for the shower. Once inside he noticed again how big it was. There was easily room for four people in there. There were four shower heads, all aimed at the center of the enclosure. The water pressure was great, the water hot, and Pete was really enjoying his shower when the door opened and Marla stepped in.

“Kind Sir, it is impolite to shower without someone to wash you.”

Marla picked up the soap and a wash cloth. Pete thought, for less than a second, about telling her he was already clean. Then she soaped his genitals and such crazy thoughts disappeared. By the time she was finished cleaning him he had been soaped, shaved, shampooed and sucked to orgasm. He picked up the wash cloth and did a very through job of getting her as clean as he was. He noticed that, as he ran his hands over her body he felt no stubble. She was fully smooth everywhere. He asked how she stayed so smooth.

“I went in last year for a set of laser treatments. They shine a laser on every inch of skin where you don’t want hair to grow, and what’s there falls out and never re-grows. I haven’t touched a razor to my own skin in almost a year. No hot wax either.”

“What if you change your mind about having pubic hair? Can you get it to re-grow?”

“Why would I change my mind? Every man I know would rather eat a smooth pussy than a hairy one. I love being eaten. The hair is gone forever!”

Pete got on his knees and dove into her pussy. She was right. He had never tasted such a wonderful treat. After she came he shut off the water and they got out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and started to dry her. She kissed him and stopped him.

“There’s no need for that. If we were going to wear clothes we would dry off, put them on, and then sweat. Since we aren’t going to wear clothes we can air dry and stay cool. We can also jump into the water any time we’d like to.”

All that day Pete explored being nude. He sat out by the pool and read the book he had started reading on the plane. He helped Marla make lunch. He worked at getting the pool pump to work a little better after Marla told him about the problems she had been having with it. In between he jumped into the pool and then just got out and air dried. When Marla walked by he kissed her. Sometimes he kissed her with a short kiss and sometimes a full on passionate kiss that sometimes led to coitus and sometimes to other enjoyable activities. In the afternoon he had a conversation with Marla about how quickly he had adjusted to being nude all the time. She smiled.

The doorbell rang. Marla was out by the pool and called to Pete to get it. He didn’t think about who would be at the door, he just opened it. Standing on the porch were three women. They smiled and walked past him into the house. One called out, “It’s us!”

Marla laughed and responded, “What if we had been fucking?”

“We would have joined you!” One of the other women said.

As they passed thru the house towards the deck they shed clothes. They folded their clothes and put them on a shelf out by the pool. Now Pete was looking at four beautiful women, all nude, and they, in turn were looking at him. One asked Marla if Pete was any good in bed. Marla answered that if she wanted to know give him a go.

One of the others asked if Pete had met any others of the family yet. When the answer was “No,” she told Pete she would fill him in about them. They introduced themselves to Pete. The shortest of the three was Carla, with dark brown hair almost as short as Marla’s, bigger boobs with nipples that formed little cones and seemed to be erect all the time. Like Marla she was hairless everywhere but on her head. Then the blond, Patty, introduced herself. She said she was 52, a widow, and that the blond hair was really hers. She was about 5’6″ with a tiny waist, medium sized breasts and pierced nipples. Hanging from her nipples were small thin gold rings. Just above her pubic slit she had a three quarter inch wide strip of pubic hair that extended up from her slit about three inches. It was nearly invisible. The tallest of the three was last to introduce herself. She called herself “Sam” and said she was married to “John” who Pete would meet later. She was about 5’10 or 11 and even though Pete was sure her breasts were at least “D” cup sized it was her legs that were her predominant feature. Long and lean and tanned to perfection. Since she also had no pubic hair Pete noticed that she had a small ring thru the clitoral hood. It was small with a short chain hanging from it with a rhinestone at the end catching and reflecting the sunlight.

Pete was nearly in overwhelm. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what his body was going to do. What would they do if he got an erection? What would Marla do?

Marla spoke to the women. “Ladies, I haven’t talked to Pete about our group. I haven’t told him anything about our friendship, our parties, our anything. So far as I can tell this is Pete’s first experience with nudists or naturism. I would be willing to bet that this is the longest he has ever been without clothes on in his entire life.”

Pete nodded.

Carla walked the six steps to Pete, took him by the hand, and sat him down on a nearby chaise lounge. The women all gathered other chaises around Pete and began to speak.

“We live a very different lifestyle here than you are used to.” Carla began.

“For the most part, it is different than most Americans. Most Americans are focused on buying things. We are focused on living a comfortable, loving, lifestyle that allows us to be nude as much as possible.” Sam added.

Patti said, “To that end we each have a home that is private. Marla’s faces the ocean, has privacy walls, and the windows on the front of the house are hard to see thru. My house sits a half mile from the nearest neighbor. Carla lives on the grounds at a nudist resort and she works there. Sam and her husband live on a ship.”

“Boat,” Sam corrected.

“When Pete sees it he’ll think it’s a ship.”

“Anyway, we consider that we are a family. We knocked today when we got here because you are here and we wanted someone to open the door for us. Normally we don’t knock at any of our homes. We all have keys.”

“And when we say family, we don’t mean like traditional families, or like brothers and sisters. We mean like intentionally supportive when support is needed, always available for projects, parties, celebrations, intimacy and work.”

“Last year my husband had heart surgery. He was in the hospital for six days. I was given all the physical and emotional support anyone could ever want, and so was he. Someone drove me wherever I needed to go. Someone was always with Frank in the hospital when I wasn’t there and we were in contact all the time by cell phone.” Carla said.

“And someone stayed with you every night, as well.” Patti added and heads nodded.

At that moment the doorbell rang again. Carla moved quickly off her chaise and to the door. She didn’t grab clothes and no one mentioned them. When she opened the door there was a delivery guy on the porch, grinning. She paid him, took the two big bags, and came back inside. “I ordered delivery so we wouldn’t need to cook.” She said, putting the bags on the table.

As they sat around the table and ate they quizzed Pete about his life. They asked good questions. They shared their answers to the same questions. By the time Pete was finishing off the Chinese Chicken Salad he was asking questions.

“How did you each first experience nudism?”

“I was introduced to it by my first husband, on our honeymoon.” Carla answered. “We went to Hawaii and the third day there we rented a car and drove to a beach he knew about. When we got out on the sand I discovered that the people were nude. I had brought a new tiny bikini to show off in, but I didn’t think I could go nude in front of strangers. My husband just said, “When in Rome” and stripped down. After a few minutes I did too.” She paused. “I still have that bikini, somewhere.”

“I was twenty-eight and at the end of a bad marriage when I heard about nudists.” Patti volunteered. “I had been in a really repressive religion and marriage and suddenly nudism sounded like such freedom! I was living in California, in Sacramento. I read that there was a nude resort just outside Sacramento but I didn’t want to go there. I mean, what if I saw someone there who knew me? So I found another one closer to San Jose, and I went there. They had cabins you could rent, a restaurant, a pool, all kinds of stuff. I made a reservation for a weekend and drove over there. My first impression was of how private it was. I must have driven thru ten minutes of forest before I saw one person or building after I went thru the gate.

I had a really relaxed weekend there. I met a few people, went to a workshop on yoga, sat out near the pool, ate some very healthy food and wasn’t groped or hit on by anyone. I went back the next weekend and then I went to a dance and was hit on.” They all laughed then.

“I waited until I was forty-seven. In fact until my first introduction to nudism at forty-seven no one had ever seen me nude, not even my husband.” Sam had taken the floor. “I had been raised in a family where no one ever took their clothes off except in the bathroom, and they dressed in there too. Growing up I’d never seen my Mom or Dad even in their underwear. My wedding night was the first time I’d ever touched a penis, and even then I didn’t see it.”

“Boy, have things changed!”

Marla spoke last. “I was brought up in a hippy home, out in Oregon. My Dad built a hot tub out in our back yard and every day when he was done working he would strip down, shower out by the hot tub and then soak. His friends and my Mom and her friends used the hot tub to de-stress often. I saw nude people every day growing up. When I was in high school and a boy asked if he could walk me home he met my Mom and Dad nude out by the hot tub. He told most of the kids at school that my parents were sex fiends. I never went out with him. In fact I didn’t date until college. When my Dad died five years ago we buried him nude. When I got married my new husband and I had been going to nude beaches and resorts for years together.”

About that time the front door opened. Three people walked in and quickly headed in the direction of the deck. Of the three two were men and with them a woman who was limping. Carla said, softly, “The big guy is Mark, the other one is Henry and, she is Carole. You’ll like them.” Pete watched as they disrobed and stacked their clothes together on the shelf as they came outside.

“Hi everybody,” Henry said.

“I thought we agreed on seven o’clock,” Marla said.

“Well, we were in the neighborhood and saw three cars out front and decided there must be a party going on.” Mark said as he grinned wildly. Then he extended his hand to Pete and said, “Hi, I’m Mark.”

“And I’m Henry and this is Carole,” said Henry.

“We were just getting to know Pete here a little bit. He wanted to know how we became nudists,” Patty explained.

“I’ll bet he wants to know more than that,” Mark said.

Room had been made on the various chaise lounges for the three new people. Mark sat at the end of the chaise with Sam and kissed her hello. Henry sat beside Patti and kissed her hello.

Carole said, “I have a couple questions of my own, if you don’t mind.”

And, having said that she came over to Pete, straddled his chaise lounge and sat down in his lap. She put her arms around him and lowered her face to his, kissing him soundly. Pete didn’t know what to do. How should he react?

Pete heard Marla’s voice, “Kiss her good Pete. Make her wet.”

That remark was followed by laughter from the group. Pete prided himself on being able to follow directions. He pulled her closer, put his hands on her butt and pulled her pubic bone right up against his. His tongue found its way into her mouth, and they explored each other for some time. Pete had refocused his attention after reminding himself of one of his favorite written characters, Michael Valentine Smith, who, when he kissed was no where else but in the kiss. Pete was only in the kiss.

When it ended Carole took a deep breath and said, “Oh my God! I am so wet. Please fuck me.”

Pete’s hard penis was already pressing against her clitoris. She shifted her weight just a little and he slid into her wetness all the way in one slippery slide. He looked up at Marla. Her eyes were watching his joining with Carole, she looked at Pete’s face and mouthed the words “Fuck her good.”

Pete rocked back and forth in Carole, pressing against her entire vulva with lots of slow pressure. He kissed her again, trading tongues, then he kissed her neck. She shuddered. He took her nipples between his finger tips and twisted in rhythm with the grinding thrusts. She was having trouble breathing, having trouble holding on to Pete’s shoulders, and suddenly she tensed, shuddered, and let out a yell mixed with a scream.

She collapsed against Pete and continued to shudder for over a minute. He held her until her breathing had returned to normal, his penis had retreated from her vagina, and he realized that he was hungry, again.

He looked up, caught Marla’s eye and asked, “Is there anything around here to eat?”

Everyone laughed. Carole laughed, kissed Pete again and said, “Thank you,” as she got off his lap.

Marla got up and was headed toward the kitchen when Sam said, “Oh this is one of my favorite parts.”

Sam leaned over and starting to lick the wetness from Pete’s genitals. She licked him and he was starting to really get into the feeling when Mark stepped up behind her and slipped into her pussy.

Sam sucked harder and faster until Mark had an orgasm in her, then her pace slowed and she stopped when Pete was fully hard again. When she released his cock from her mouth Pete took the opportunity to quickly get off the chaise and head into the kitchen. He was still hungry. Marla was making a sandwich.


She turned, took one look at Pete and stopped making the sandwich.

“Come here,” she said.

She wrapped her arms around him, kissed him hard and put his hand at the entrance to her pussy. She was very wet.

“What do you feel?”

“You’re wet.”

“If I was angry, or upset would I be wet?”

“I don’t think so. But, I don’t quite understand.”

“In some families when you tease a member of the family, everyone in the family takes offence. When someone hurts someone in the family, everyone in the family gets upset. In this family when you bring happiness, joy, or pleasure to one member of the family we all feel good. Which kind of family do you want to be a part of?”

“This one.”

He picked her up just high enough to perch her on the edge of the kitchen counter and her slid into her pussy. For a long time he stood there holding her, and being held by the muscles in her vagina, without moving.

He said, “Pick up my sandwich, please.”

She did. She fed him a bite as he picked her off the counter and without letting her off his cock he walked back outside. As they passed the table she put the sandwich on the table, and Pete continued to walk. When he got to the edge of the pool he just stepped in. They fell in, splashing and staying connected. They surfaced and he began thrusting and she answered every thrust. He moved them close to the side and held on to the side of the pool with one hand. Marla’s legs were still around his hips and assisting him in the in and out motion. At one moment Pete looked at the people sitting near the pool and realized they were engaged in conversation and only Carole was watching them. Marla got his full attention back with her lips and tongue. The next time Pete looked Carole was sucking on Carla’s breast and John was standing behind her, taking aim at her pussy. It captured his interest and in a few more strokes he came in Marla.

They stayed in the pool and watched as the rest of the family fucked. Pete wondered just how far away from his normal life he had flown in just a four hour flight. This was nothing he had heard or dreamed of before.

At seven o’clock other members of the family arrived. By eight or so they were eating dinner together and Pete was still meeting people. He guessed there were twenty people in this family, that most were between thirty something and fifty something, and that the numbers were just about balanced. When the meal was over, meaning that all the food had been eaten, no one assigned clean-up, they just all did something. Pete went into the kitchen and rinsed dishes and loaded the dishwasher. Once, when he bent over to put a dish in the dishwasher, someone gently grasped his genitals for a few seconds. At another moment he overheard Patti outside saying to Marla, “Honey, I think you found him.” What Pete knew was that he felt good in this group even though he still wasn’t sure he understood all the social rules yet.

When the dishes were done, the trash was gone and the house was back to being spotless Pete found himself back outside on the deck. As he came out the door he noticed Marla making room for him on her chaise. He smiled and sat with her. At the chaises nearest them were Carole-and-Mark and Sam-and-John. John had been introduced when he arrived but so far they hadn’t talked. As soon as Pete had kissed Marla John asked, “So Pete, what is it that you write?”

“Mostly I write manuals. Training manuals, maintenance manuals, operations manuals under contract to various companies. Pretty technical most of the time. What I write isn’t usually what anyone would read unless they need to know the stuff inside so they can fix or operate something.”

“Are you writing something currently?”

“No. I’m on vacation. I finished my last job three days ago, deposited the check and jumped on a plane here.”

“Do you have another job waiting for you when you get back?”

“Eight, actually. However, I’m not going to be thinking about those jobs until I have to. I’d rather keep my attention right here.”

With that said he put his hand on Marla’s leg and she quickly moved it to her breast. John noticed, but didn’t stop asking questions.

“Do you have to travel much to write your manuals?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s up to me.”

“Pete?” It was Sam, now over by the hot tub. When he looked she waved at him and motioned for him to come there. Pete smiled and helped Marla up. With his hand still on her breast they walked over.

“Pete, I want you to tell Marla and me honestly what you think of us, so far.”

Sam put her hand out and helped Pete and Marla into the hot tub. The bubbles weren’t on and the water was warm but not too hot. Pete sat on the coping, not in the water.

“I am reluctant to draw full conclusions as yet. I can say that if this is normal nudism, I could kick myself for having missed it for so many years. I don’t really think this is normal for nudist or naturist groups though.”

“You got that part right.” Marla said.

“Whatever it is you have seemed to do it without the jealousy that seems to exist everywhere else on the planet. I like it. I worried about what my reactions were supposed to be when you three showed up and stripped off. I worried when Carole sat in my lap and asked me to fuck her, in front of everyone. I’ve never been in a social-sexual environment anything like this before. It still throws me.”

“Sometimes I see you watching people here and you have a look on your face that seems to be saying, “I cannot believe what I’m seeing.”

“You’re right. I’m almost fifty years old. I’ve seen more loving behavior, more personal respect and caring in the short time I’ve been here that I’ve seen in the rest of my adult life.”

“OK. That’s the sort of check-in I wanted. Thanks Honey.”

Sam kissed him good, climbed out of the hot tub and went over to the table where about five or six people were discussing something. Pete looked at Marla and said, “I’m enjoying the party, I am, but right now what I’d really like is about an hour of nibbling on your body, in private. Can that be done without offending anyone?”

Marla smiled, took his hand and they stood up, headed towards the house. As they passed the picnic table Sam looked up and Marla said, “Please don’t disturb us. We’re going into my bedroom, probably for the rest of the night.”

“Enjoy it,” she said. Then just as they got to the door Sam called out, “Honey what do you want for breakfast?” Both Marla and Pete answered, “Eggs.” And everyone else answered whatever they wanted and then everyone laughed. Out in the garage there were two refrigerators. Marla had known this gathering was coming and had stocked up. There were plenty of eggs, ham, sausage, pre-made hash brown potatoes, juices and milk out in those refrigerators.

On the way from the sliding doors to the bedroom Marla had a gentle hold on Pete’s penis. When they closed the door he was hard. She was wet. She put herself on the floor in front of him, with her legs apart, a clear and present invitation. He smiled and knelt between her legs and lightly touched her opening with his tongue.

“I appreciate that you want to draw this out, have it be tender and slowly build to something that will probably get me to scream, but there is something I need to tell you.”


“If you don’t slam your cock in me hard and fast until I have an orgasm I will scream in frustration!”

He shifted until the tip of his cock rested at her opening. She was very wet. He lifted her ankles and spread her legs wider. He leaned back just the few millimeters until the touch of cock to opening was broken, for a second. Then he thrust forward and buried his cock to the hairs in her. He used his arms pressing her legs towards her shoulders as leverage and pushed back until he was almost all the way out of her, then slammed back in, all the way. At the bottom of every stroke he was trapping her clit between their pubic bones. His cock was slamming against her cervix. Sweat started dripping onto her from him. She opened her mouth to catch some of the salty liquid. Harder he pounded. He could feel the juice building in him. It would not be long.

“Cum now!” Pete commanded.

He slammed into her three more times and they felt his stream of warmth join them, like hot glue. Marla was biting her lip, eyes closed, and shuddering. When she calmed down Pete pulled out, and rolled onto his side. They lay still for almost a minute. Then she sat up and rolled in his direction. When she was close enough she began kissing the sweat beads from his skin. She worked her way to his sack and licked it. After some minutes he stirred and grabbed her, pulling her mouth to his. He kissed her, hard and at least often enough to loose count.

They lay on the floor for a few more minutes and Pete started to get up. Marla started to laugh.

“What’s that about?” Pete asked.

She pointed at the corner of the bedroom. When Pete looked at what she was pointing to he started to laugh too. There, in what had been an empty corner of the bedroom, stood a half-sized refrigerator with a cabinet sitting on top of it. Still laughing Pete opened the cabinet and found just what he wanted, a snack.

He opened the refrigerator and found small bottles of juice, water and a few cans of various diet sodas.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked, “It seems you have gotten me everything!”

“Water would be nice.”

She took the bottle from him and drank from it. He drank from a soda and munched on some wheat crackers. From where he stood he could look out over the deck and into the pool. After a few seconds Marla asked if she could ask him some more questions. As an answer, he put a clip on the crackers, finished off the soda, and sat down in front of her, leaning against the end of the bed.

“Pete, I want you to know that after Tom left I honestly thought that was it for me. I’ve got a great family, and everything is fine, but it also isn’t fine. We built the family a particular way. That way is at least couples. I know Carole and her two husbands is a bit different but, well, I’m the only one without a full-time partner. I’ve been looking for two and a half years for someone who would be a good partner. I want to be cautious, go slow, take this road the scenic route and see if we can make it as a couple. And, I want you signed, sealed, and delivered right now!”

“Is there a question in there somewhere?”

“Yes. I want to hear you. I know the sex is good. I want to know about the rest of your thinking.”

“So far I’ve been here two days. I’ve been fucked and sucked and smothered with affection and good food. I’ve been nude almost two full days. Don’t get me wrong, I love it! All of it. And, there is more. I want you and I to put clothes on and go for a walk on the beach. I want to see some of this city. I need to know what’s here besides you and this family. Where can I buy paper, or computer supplies, or food? I have questions for you as well. Three weeks from now I’m supposed to go to St. Paul for three weeks to write and present a manual. If you and I are a couple, would you go too? Would you want to go?”

“I think I get it. You have only been here two days and you haven’t been over fifty feet from my pussy in all that time. There is a lot you still need to look at. So, what I propose is that we make a list of all your non-family, non-sexual questions and set about answering them in as straight forward a way as we can devise.”

“Now that’s a great idea. Can we do the clothed walk on the beach before dark?”

“We can do it in about ten minutes. I’ll be right back. Don’t get dressed yet, I want to shower us before we dress.” With that she scurried from the room.

Pete opened the bag of crackers and ate a few more. Then Marla came back into the room nearly bursting with excitement.

“Come on! Let’s get this show on the road!” She took him by the hand and into the shower. A few short minutes later they were dressed and out the back gate onto the beach. They walked for about half an hour in one direction and then back to the house. Marla pointed the direction to the nearest big market, pointed directly at the neighborhood mini-market and gas station. She told him about the movies she had seen in the last six months, the music she liked and the music she didn’t like, where her favorite restaurant was for occasions when she wanted to go out to eat. When they got back to the gate to her back yard she was smiling and they were walking with their arms around each other just as they had been when they left.

Marla opened the gate and Pete noticed that the table had been moved. It was now inside, directly under a light in the great room. There were maps and phone books and stickies all over the place. There were six people sitting at the table and four more in the kitchen.

“Well, what’s this then?” Pete asked.

Marla answered, “Remember I said we’d get answers to all your questions as directly as possible? Well, I can’t think of a better source for those answers than these folks. If they don’t know about it, you probably don’t need it.”

“OK then. Let’s get started.” Pete sat at the end of the table and for the next hour and a half the assembled folk told him the answers to all his questions about the area and what was available. By the time he had exhausted all his questions Marla and three others had put together another meal. One of the men had called out and ordered forty dollars worth of Caesar Salad delivered. It arrived and Marla called a halt to the maps and phone books and notes. In a very short time all of that was in a box sitting on the floor in Marla’s bedroom and the food was on the table.

As they ate the friendships deepened. Marla and Pete were invited to Sam’s ship/boat for the next day for a little sightseeing tour of the local waterways. Sam spilled a piece of her salad on her ample chest and with his finger tips Pete reached for it. Sam held up her hand to stop him.

“Not in this family. There are rules, you know. If you spill something on yourself someone else has to retrieve it, with their mouth.”

Amid the laughter Pete lowered his head to her breast and sucked the piece of lettuce off. Then he licked the spot clean where the lettuce had resided.

Mark dropped a piece of lettuce into his lap. It was a very suspicious drop. No one believed it was an accident. Carole leaned over and sucked loudly and after a minute or so did get the piece of lettuce. By then almost everyone was laughing and enjoying dinner even though they weren’t eating very much.

Three couples spent the night at Marla’s. Once, when Pete got up in the night to pee he heard someone having sex in a nearby room. When he got back into bed with Marla he leaned over and kissed her breast. She made an appreciative noise and didn’t quite wake up.

When Pete and Marla came out of the bedroom in the morning they were freshly showered and clean. Breakfast was on the table and the house was empty. They ate then dressed for the short trip to Sam’s boat. In the Mustang, with Pete at the wheel, they headed off. Marla was wearing a tiny bikini the color of her well-tanned skin and a pair of sandals. From anything over ten feet away she looked nude, but without nipples. There were strings on the back but no panel to cover the crack of her butt. Following a nudist tradition she was sitting on a towel. Pete was wearing a pair of bright red Speed-o’s, tight enough you could tell he was circumcised, and a pair of athletic shoes. As they drove Marla gave Pete directions and rubbed his penis through the Speed-o’s every couple of minutes. As a result he spent the entire trip hard.

Pete parked the car next to a gate leading out onto a dock at the marina. There was a keypad on the gate and Marla punched in a four digit code that unlocked the gate. Pete was a little self conscious walking from the car to the gate and then down the dock with his erection very visible even though it was still in the Speed-o’s.

Pete tried to focus on the boats they were walking past as they walked down the dock. Then he heard Sam’s voice.

“Would you two hurry aboard before you get arrested!”

She was laughing at them as they approached. Sam was wearing a t-shirt that said “MOUNDS” on the front. As they would soon learn, the t-shirt was all she was wearing. John was at the bow of what looked to Pete like a seventy or seventy-five foot long sailboat. He was casting off as they stepped aboard. He went back to the wheel and with Sam’s expert help they guided the boat out into the main channel and from there out into the ocean. As soon as they cleared the breakwater and were out on the ocean Sam pulled the t-shirt off. John pulled on the front of what had looked like terrycloth shorts and the Velcro released, revealing that they weren’t shorts at all, just a wrap to keep them from being arrested while in the marina. Marla took off the bikini and came over to Pete so she could pull down the Speed-o’s. Once all four were nude John pointed the boat north along the coast and started pointing out things that he thought would be of interest to Pete.

In the first hour of heading north they passed near about six other boats and waved to the people aboard each boat. Most waved back and a couple waved and yelled.

John explained that out here the Coast Guard had much more pressing duties than harassing nude boaters. He explained that last week they had caught a boat with over a ton of marijuana aboard, and a few days before that they stopped a boat with ten illegal aliens aboard. John said that the Coast Guard people knew their boat by sight and they might draw alongside and say hello but never stopped them.

Pete loved being out on this big boat. Other than a vacation a few years before, when he took a cruise on a ship, he had never been on any boat bigger than about twenty-four feet long. The only comparison he could think of between the smaller boat and being on John and Sam’s boat was the difference between riding in a sports car and riding in a limo. He liked the limo.

At about ten o’clock John gave the wheel to Sam and with her help they turned the boat and headed away from shore. Within half an hour the shore had receded to a point on the horizon. Ahead of them Pete could see what he thought must be an island. An hour later they were in a small lagoon of that island, dropping anchor and getting ready for a picnic lunch. They ate a wonderful salad that John had made before they left the marina. After they cleaned up after the meal Pete came back up on deck to the sight of John sucking on Sam’s right breast with one hand at her vulva. He looked around for Marla and didn’t see her on deck. Then he heard splashing in the lagoon and looking in the proper direction saw Marla swimming for shore. He dove from the boat and swam hard to catch her. He caught her as she was knee deep walking toward the beach.

He turned her towards him and took her in his arms. The small waves of the lagoon were about six inches at best, breaking against their legs as they kissed. Soon they were up on the beach, lowering Marla gently to the sand. Gently so none of the grit would get into her, just Pete. When his penis touched her opening he discovered she was very slippery with her own lubrication and he didn’t have to press very hard at all to slide into her. Pete had never had sex on a beach in broad daylight before. He discovered that he loved it. Just before he came Marla asked that he give it to her in the mouth. He pulled out of her vagina and she quickly twisted around taking him into her mouth. Five seconds later he came hard. She kept all of it in her mouth and swallowed. She had come twice already. Being attentive Pete had stroked her clit as he pumped in and out of her.

They splashed around for a few minutes and then swam back out to the boat. As they climbed the ladder at the stern Pete noticed the name painted on the stern. It said, “Without a Stitch.” He also noticed that underneath the American flag on the stern was a smaller flag with a capitol “N” on it. When he asked Marla she told him the “N” stood for nudist.

On the way back to the marina they did see the Coast Guard boat. It came past them and the crewmembers on deck waved. Of course Sam and Marla waved back. Pete and John waved too but the Coast Guard men didn’t care about them.

John shared with them that he and Sam would be gone for two weeks, starting in two days. They had a charter for a two week trip for six people. They were nudists and from Wisconsin. John also let them know that they were talking to some folks who wanted a long charter, all the way to Hawaii. If it worked out they would be gone for months.

On the way back to Marla’s Pete talked with Marla about logistics. He wanted to give them a shot at being an “US”, and he was thinking about how.

“Marla, I need office space. At least a room twelve by twelve, a desk, a DSL or cable line, a phone and somewhere I can meet with a client if I need to.”

“Ok. When we get home get some paper and draw what you want. I own the empty lot next door. We can build an extension to the house that is connected and isolated. Make it as big as you want. If you think having a bathroom in the extension would be good we can price that too.”

“I mentioned I travel sometimes. I need to spend three weeks in St. Paul. Are you going with me?”

“If there is a nudist resort near where you need to be, I’m going for sure. If there isn’t… I’m still going. I can wear clothes for three weeks, as long as I get you naked every night.”

“Ok. Then as of this moment, I’m in. I am your man, boy-friend, significant other or might-as-well-be-husband.”

“We need to talk about money.”

“Ok. Talk.”

“If this becomes an official marriage I bring a million in CD’s, another million in property. I have no debts. I use a credit card or six but pay them off every time the bill shows up.” Marla said.

“I own a house that’s worth close to half a million. I have about that much in the stock market and another half a mil in CD’s and other small investments. I live on credit cards and like you I pay the bill so there are never interest charges.”

“I can show you the household books and I recommend we split them right down the middle. I’ll pay the bills and you can write me a check once a month. Ok?”

“Like I said, I’m in.”

“I don’t want to wear a wedding ring. My preference is that you don’t wear one either. There’s just too much societal energy on them.”

“Would you like a ceremony of some sort to declare our status as attached and committed?”

“Yes. With John and Sam leaving in two days that makes it tough. I’d like them involved in the ceremony.”

“Call them. See if it’s possible to have the ceremony before they leave. Call everyone you want involved and let’s see if we can do it tomorrow.”

“Just like that.”

“Look, I haven’t been in town a whole week, but we did communicate before we met. I came down here with the idea of meeting the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. The rest of my life started when you pulled the Mustang to the curb and I got in. The rest is details. I don’t need a ring, a ceremony, or an announcement printed in the paper. All I need is you, standing in front of me telling me that you are my life partner for as long as I live.”

Pete pulled the car into the garage and closed the door. They went out by the pool and she put her wonderful tits up against his chest. She looked into his eyes and said, “I am your life partner, today, tomorrow and for all the tomorrows of our lives. I willingly accept as my job being your partner in everything. I love you.”

He kissed her and said the same words back to her. She kissed him. They went into the house and she picked up the phone. Her first call was to Sam.

“He’s the man.” She said when Sam answered. Pete only heard her side of the conversation.

“Can you and John come here tomorrow for the ceremony?”

“How about five in the afternoon?”

“You were my first call. I’ll call everyone when we hang up.”

“Ok. Five tomorrow. I love you.”

She called everyone Pete had met and they were all willing and able to be at Marla’s at five the next day.

They talked about the ceremony late into the night. Parts of it worried Pete but he saw the logic and need for inclusion. They slept until almost eleven the next morning and then went shopping for the things Marla wanted for the ceremony.

At four Sam and John arrived. They were happy that the ceremony had been moved up in time so they could participate. John took Pete out onto the beach and talked with him for a few minutes.

“Pete, did Marla tell you what is expected in the ceremony?”

“You mean about the sex?”


“She told me. I’m still wrapping my head around it and I’m not sure I can do it.”

“I know. We were raised in a culture that has such huge taboos about anything that even comes close to homosexual behavior…”

“You did it?”

“Yes. And when I framed it in my mind properly, it wasn’t repulsive, just strange.”

“So, you’ve had sex with everyone in the family?”

“Yes. With the men it’s been oral. My ass belongs to Sam and Sam alone. When the ceremony for us happened I thought about what I was doing. Not just that I was sucking Mark’s cock, and Henry’s, and Frank’s but that I was making a physical connection with the love and the commitment we have to all the members of the family. In my head I was physically taking part of each of them into me as a symbol that we are forever unified in caring for each other and all our wives.”

“He came in your mouth?”

“He did. It’s your ceremony, we all will cum in your mouth. You will be inside every pussy and every man will be inside you. You will be inside every man as well.”

“What if I freak and can’t?”

“That’s why I brought you out here. If you suck me now then during the ceremony it will be easier.”

Pete looked for a bench or a rock. He found one and sat down. He was quiet for a while and then said, “Ok. I’ve thought about what you’ve said and it makes sense. This is as good a place as any, I think. Drop your shorts and let’s do this.”

John unbelted his shorts and they slid to the ground. He stepped forward and Pete reached out and held John’s cock in his hand. As he slowly stroked he felt it grow. His mind changed from how strange and gay his actions were to fascination with feeling something so familiar from the outside rather than feeling it from the inside. When John was mostly hard he moved a little forward and Pete lowered his face to John’s shaft and opened his mouth.

At the first touch Pete’s mind rebelled. His head called him a queer, a fagot and he suddenly wanted to spit John out and throw up… but he didn’t. He took more of it in and looked up at John’s face. He told himself it was the most intimate thing he would ever do with another man. It was a symbol of his commitment to John and the family.

John pumped in and out and it wasn’t long before he said, “Get ready Pete! Here it comes!”

The end of John’s cock swelled and a stream of hot cum filled Pete’s mouth. He automatically swallowed and as he did his mouth was refilled with the second load. He swallowed all of it. John pulled his shorts back up and helped Pete to stand. Nothing had been said.

As soon as Pete was standing John dropped to his knees and opened the fly of Pete’s pants. Pete was not surprised that he was hard, but he was embarrassed.

“I got hard too.” John said, then his mouth took half of Pete’s cock inside and he began to suck. Pete had been given many blow jobs in his life and this one was different. The energy was all man energy. The pressure built quickly and his knees weakened as he suddenly was unloading into John’s mouth!

It took a huge effort for Pete not to bellow as he gave his spunk to John.

When he was shrinking back to normal size John pushed his cock back inside his pants. John stood up and said, “I don’t know about how it is for you but I feel a stronger connection with you now.”

“Yeah. I don’t quite know what to do with what I’m feeling, but … I’ve got to sit with it for a while.”

“Your while will be fast. It’s a quarter to five. We need to get back.” They walked back to Marla’s house in into the back yard. The family was there. There were candles and flowers all around and as soon as both men were inside the yard Sam came to them and kissed Pete.

She whispered, “You taste like John. Welcome into the family, my new husband.”

Then she kissed John. Many kisses were shared and then the stereo played and everyone turned to see Marla come to join the group. She wore flowers in her hair, thigh high nylons and high heeled sandals. John and Sam helped Pete get undressed and everyone else undressed as well.

Marla came to Pete and held his hands. Everyone got quiet. She spoke, “I choose you as my primary partner for my life, my love and our family. I promise to love you, honor you, care for you, support you in body, mind and spirit for all the days and nights of our life.”

Pete said, “I choose you as my primary partner for my life, my love and our family. I promise to love you, honor you, care for you, support you in body, mind and spirit for all the days of our life. I choose to love each member of the family with the same commitment and promise as I give to you. I love you.”

People clapped and hugs were given. The music came back on and Marla began to dance with Pete. No one else danced. As they danced Marla touched Pete and he became erect. When she was satisfied with his intention she lifted her left leg and guided his cock inside her. As he entered her they both said, “We are as one. Married in body, mind and spirit.”

Marla pulled back a little and Pete was no longer inside her. She turned and John took Pete’s place, sliding his cock into her. Sam lifted her leg and guided Pete within her pussy. John kissed Marla as Sam and Pete kissed. They separated and each got new partners. When Mark stepped to Pete he didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees and took Pete’s member into his mouth. Two strokes and he stood again. Pete dropped to his knees and sucked Mark. He noticed Sam with her face implanted into Marla’s pussy. When Mark was close he held Pete’s head and gave him his load. As he stepped away John took his place. Carol moved to replace Sam at Marla’s pussy.

After everyone in the family had tasted or been inside everyone else the dinner was served. The ceremony was over. Pete had married the family. Marla had her partner.

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