A Different Kind of Revival

This story is a sequel to my two-chapter story “The Amateur Revival.” I don’t think you need to read that story to follow this one, but my other story does provide some background.

This story is a work of fiction. Some real places and institutions are mentioned or alluded to, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those places or institutions has done anything akin to what is described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.

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I had become friends with Carol Dwyer and her late husband when I first moved to the midwestern college town of Cambridge. I was reeling from my divorce and had felt the need to leave the big city where my ex and I had lived. I had also lost interest in the law practice to which I had devoted my adult life. Several years after I moved to Cambridge, and about three years after her husband has passed, Carol and I shared an unusual experience. We both appeared in a play produced and directed by Carol’s daughter Kim as her senior project for her B.A. in Theater Arts. (See The Amateur Revival CH 01 & 02). The play contained a great deal on onstage nudity. Carol and I discovered that we loved each other and that we really enjoyed showing off.

Seven years on, Carol and I were married and living in my house in the woods outside Cambridge. Carol was also a lawyer, having practiced in Cambridge for most of her professional life, but she was transitioning her practice over to a younger lawyer named Anne Mason. Carol and I focused on each other, on staying in shape (a challenge as we both grew older), and on maintaining the house and property.

We had become good friends with two other couples in the show. Weather permitting, LaTonya, Derrick, Sarah, and Aaron were often skinny-dipping in our pool. LaTonya had a side gig as a yoga instructor. For several years, she had held nude yoga classes one then two nights a week on the second floor of the old brick building Carol owned in “uptown” Cambridge. Carol and I usually participated (LaTonya let us in her classes for free in exchange for use of the space). LaTonya’s classes drew many students from the university. In other words, Carol and I engaged in a lot of social nudity. However, we hadn’t done anything which provided the exhibitionistic thrill of the play which was an ever more distant memory.

It was a hot Wednesday afternoon in late June. Carol was at her office. I was fixing part of the fence around our pool that had been damaged by a recent storm. As usual when weather permitted, I was working naked.

I was drilling holes in new horizontals so I could screw them to the fence posts. The drill was noisy. Once, when I stopped drilling, I heard an unfamiliar female voice say, “Mr. Stone?” I put down the drill and turned to face the speaker. I was so used to going nude that I didn’t even think that I was exposing myself completely to the strange woman.

When we’d been doing the play, I was convinced that Carol and her daughter were the two most beautiful women alive. No one I’d encountered since had caused me to change that opinion, until that Saturday. The young woman facing me that day was, I guessed, was mid-twenties. Light brown hair with a slight wave framed piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, a pert nose, broad smile, and strong chin. Her print sundress was clingy enough to show a generally slender woman with a nice chest. The hem of her dress was short enough to show firm, shapely, tanned legs. Whoever she was, she was a “wow!”

The young woman seemed to be looking directly at my dick. That reminded me that, as much as Carol and I enjoyed it, not everyone appreciated exposed genitals. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Let me go in and put some shorts on.”

The young woman laughed. Her laugh had a charming, almost musical quality. “You’re fine,” she said. “I should apologize for the intrusion.”

“I’m fine with people seeing me like this if it doesn’t bother you,” I replied.

“Yes,” the woman said, “I remember that.” I must have given her a quizzical look. I had no idea how this beautiful stranger could claim any memory about me. “I’m Kelly West,” she said, “Tammy and Jack’s daughter. Don’t you remember me?”

I remembered Kelly West. I just hadn’t recognized her. Jack and Tammy West were friends of a couple who had been in the play with us: Sarah and Aaron Weiss. Back then, Kelly had been dating the Weiss’s son Michael. Both had been high school seniors about to graduate and go off to college. Jack and Tammy had become friends of ours. They, the Weisses, Carol and I had spent many hours nude in and around this very pool.

“I apologize again,” I said to Kelly. “I didn’t recognize you. It has been a few years.”

Kelly laughed again. I could easily get used to hearing that laugh. “The only time we met was right around my high school graduation,” she said. “I’ve changed some since then.”

“The change has been all positive from what I can see,” I replied.

“Thank you,” Kelly said with a smile. “I’m at a kind of a transition point in my life,” she continued. “I’m spending some time visiting mom and dad. My first book was just published. I wanted you and Carol to have a copy. When you read it, I think you’ll understand why.”

Kelly handed me a thin hardcover book. The titled on the dust jacket was “Being Seen: I Young Woman’s Quest to Expose Herself.” That was intriguing, although I didn’t know what it meant. Kelly had the look of, for want of a better term, a “good girl.” Surely, the title wasn’t meant literally.

I looked up from the book to Kelly. She was still smiling. “Well,” she said, “I just stopped by to give you the book. I’ve got errands to run. It was good to see you again.” That last sentence was punctuated with a very open look at my dick. “I’m here for at least a couple of weeks. I expect I’ll see you again, and Carol I hope.” Kelly turned and walked around one side of our house. Her dress was tight enough to suggest that she had a marvelous ass.

My encounter with Kelly West took no more than five minutes. However, I had a feeling something important had just happened. I forgot about my fence project. I pulled a patio chair into the shade, sat, and began to read.

The opening chapter was a short biography of Kelly. Some of it I had known and forgotten. My memory of Kelly was focused on a particular afternoon. I had not known much, such as the fact that Kelly had received a B.A., with honors, in English from a prestigious university in North Carolina.

Kelly’s second chapter revealed why she’d brought us a copy of her book. I’m not the writer Kelly is, so I’ll just quote her. Hopefully, this counts as “fair use.” The most core of Kelly’s second chapter read as follows:

I was a cheerleader in high school. Our short, tight-fitting uniforms were obviously designed to draw attention to our bodies. I had an attractive body, at least people told me that. People also told me I had a beautiful face. From the time I started cheering, I wondered why, if both were beautiful, I needed to cover my body why exposing my face. If exposing my body was bad, why were we required to cheer in uniforms which outlined our bodies so clearly? However, while it didn’t make sense to me, I knew that you don’t go naked in public.

I had a greater appreciation of people looking at me as I cheered my senior year. I fantasized about what it would be like to cheer at a football game naked. However, of course, people don’t go naked in public. Very late in my senior year, I learned that some people do go naked in public.

Michael’s parents, Sarah and Aaron, both worked for the university in town. Aaron was a professor and Sarah was an archivist. Like my parents, they were “open-minded” and “progressive.” Just a few weeks before graduation, not long after both Michael and I had turned 18, Michael took me to see a play they were in. Michael had not told me what the play was about. I was very surprised when the play opened with Michael’s parents and six other people onstage wearing robes. I was more surprised when they all took their robes off and stood before us completely naked. In fact, the eight cast members, four men and four women, were naked for most of the play. They all seemed to be having a wonderful time.

I thought both of Michael’s parents looked nicer naked than they did in clothes. However, there was another man in the show who really caught my attention. He was obviously older but, in his way, as beautiful as Michael. He looked solid and powerful and had a presence that drew my eyes to him. He also had a wonderful penis. It was not as long as many I would see, but it was thick. The man was circumcised so the head of his penis was exposed. It was fat and, well, cute. I couldn’t help imaging how that would feel inside of me. Michael and I had the best sex of our relationship the night we saw that show. I never told Michael that, although his penis was in me, I was imaging it was that man I had seen in the play.

Shortly after graduation, Michael called me. His parents were going to a pool party at the house of another couple who had been in the play. Michael’s parents had asked if we would like to go too. Michael said that the other couple did not wear clothes in their pool and that his parents would also be naked for most of the party. Michael seemed unsure whether he wanted to go. I did. We agreed we would go. We did not talk about whether we would take our clothes off.

A few minutes after the call from Michael, my mother walked into my room. She asked whether Michael had called me about the pool party. I was surprised Mom knew about it until she explained that Sarah Weiss had invited her and Dad too. Mom said she and Dad were going. She asked whether Michael and I were going. I told her we were and asked whether she and Dad were going to take their clothes off. Mom smiled and said they had not decided that. After Mom left my room, I thought about the party. I hoped Mom and Dad took their clothes off. More than anything, though, I wanted to be naked in front of Mom and Dad.

Michael’s parents went to the party early to help the couple who were hosting it. Michael came to our house, and we rode with my parents. Mom and Dad liked Michael. I wore what I thought was my sexiest swimsuit. It was a dark green one-piece that was very tight and had a very thin lining. Riding to the party, I had a pair of shorts on, but my nipples were clearly outlined by my suit.

The couple hosting the party lived outside our town, away from the road, back in the woods. When Dad parked the car, I took my shorts off and left them in the car. The back of my suit was a thong. I enjoyed the feel of the sun on my bare butt as we walked around the house. I had checked before we left our house, so I knew I was showing a camel toe. Michael whispered to me that I looked hot as we walked around the house. That made me feel happy and sexy.

Behind the house was a large pool with a deck and patio chairs inside a decorative fence. Between the pool and the house was a large charcoal grill. The first person I saw was Michael’s mother Sarah. She was naked. When she saw us, she called into the house “Carol, Will: Michael and the Wests are here.” Two naked people came out of the house. I stopped dead. It wasn’t because they were naked. It was because the man was the man from the play, the man with the gorgeous penis.

Sarah introduced us to the couple, Carol Dwyer and Will Stone. Carol was also older but not, I thought, as old as Will. Carol was a bit big in the hips and thighs, but she was beautiful. What I looked at mostly, though, was Will’s penis. It looked better close-up than it had onstage. Will and Carol were both very nice. They didn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that they were naked but Mom, Dad, Michael, and I had swimsuits on.

Will offered us drinks. Michael and I were both 18, not legal drinking age, but our parents said we could have beers. I watched Will bend over the get the beers from a cooler. I could see his testicles between his legs. They looked big.

Mom and Dad kept their suits on, but sat down at a table with Will, Carol, and Michael’s parents, who were all naked. Michael and I took our beers and walked to the far end of the pool. We sat sipping our beers and looking at the older people.

We sat for about twenty minutes while the older people talked and laughed. Finally, I told Michael, “I HAVE to take my suit off. Are you with me?” Michael hesitated, but finally nodded his head. I stood up, took his hand, and we walked to the table where everyone else was sitting.

We stood in front of the table, looking at Will, Carol, Michael’s parents, and my parents. When we had everyone’s attention, I asked “Mom, Dad, may I take my suit off?”

I do not know whether my parents expected me to undress at the party, but I am sure they did not expect me to ask for permission first. Mom and Dad looked at each other as if they were unsure what to do. After several moments of silence, Mom said, “Of course Kelly, if that’s what you want to do.”

I pulled the straps of my suit off my shoulders, pushed the fabric down my body, and let the suit bunch at my feet. Once I was naked, I said, “thank you Mother.”

I loved being naked, and never more than that time. My father was looking at me. Michael’s father was looking at me. Most important to me, Will Stone was looking at me. I stared at his face. I wondered if, seeing me naked, he wanted to have sex with me. I was getting aroused. I felt my nipples harden.

After a moment, Sarah Weiss asked, “Michael, are you going to take your suit off?” Michael didn’t say anything, he just untied the drawstring in his trunks and pushed them down. Mom, Sarah Weiss, and Carol Dwyer looked at him. As I said before, Michael was beautiful naked. He and I were standing side-by-side, naked in front of our parents and their friends. I reached out and took Michael’s hand. I felt very proud.

After a moment, my mother stood up. “Jack,” she said, “we’re the only ones with suits on. That doesn’t seem right.” She pulled the straps of her black one-piece off her shoulders, peeled the suit down her body, and stepped out of it. I had never really thought about whether Mom was attractive or not. Seeing her naked, I realized she was an attractive woman.

Dad blushed, but he stood up. He untied the string in his trunks and pushed them off. I had never seen my father naked before. He and Mom looked good together naked. I knew, of course, that my parents had sex. I suddenly thought of them getting pleasure from it like Michael and I did. Looking at them and seeing how they looked at each other, I had the sense they did that a lot. Did they give each other great orgasms when I was conceived? I hoped so.

I made eye contact with my mother and then with my father. I walked around the table to Mom and gave her a bare hug. Her bare body against mine felt good. I let go of Mom, stepped to my father, and hugged him. Dad’s penis pressed against my bare belly. That was very nice.

It made me feel good to see my parents naked and to have them see me and Michael naked. However, I could not stop looking at Will Stone and his magnificent penis. Later in the afternoon, they put a net across the pool for water volleyball. Because Carol and Will were the oldest couple, they teamed with me and Michael, the youngest couple. During the game, there was a ball that I should have just go to Will. I tried to play it, intentionally running into him. We hit harder than I had expected and went underwater together. I used that opportunity to briefly run a hand along his penis.

It was unfair to Michael, but I thought about Will Stone all that day. I wanted to have sex with him. Should I come back later and offer myself to him? No. I could see that he and Carol were in love. Also, Michael and I only had until mid-August before he went to college in New Haven, and I went to Durham. I owed it to Michael to be faithful to him until then. Having Will Stone’s penis in me was one of those things I wanted but would never get.

I remembered that afternoon well. Carol and I had been surprised when Sarah asked if they could bring their son and his girlfriend, and his girlfriend’s parents. We assumed they would stay clothed, but Carol and I had no problem going nude in front of clothed people. It was our pool after all. I remembered Kelly. Although she had looked young, she had also looked very sexy in the green suit. She had been a lovely girl, although I didn’t remember her as the drop-dead beauty I’d talked to earlier that afternoon.

I also remembered Kelly stripping very clearly. I’m sure everyone there remembers it. She had an aura of both innocence and sexuality. Asking her parents for permission to take her suit off, and thanking them after she took it off, were hot. I also remembered her hand on me in the pool. I wondered at the time if she was coming on to me but rejected the thought. I was an old man, and her boyfriend was a statue of a Greek god come to life. The contact between her hand and my dick must have been accidental.

When Carol got home that Saturday afternoon, I told her about Kelly’s visit and gave her the book. Carol started reading Kelly’s book after dinner. She was still reading in bed when I fell asleep.

When we were having coffee the next morning, Carol asked, “Have you read all of Kelly West’s book?”

“No,” I answered. “I stopped after her description of the party here.”

“Read the rest of it,” Carol told me. “Kelly has had an interesting young life. To be honest, it reads like she’s had a lot of fun.” Carol paused before adding, “she sure had the hots for you.”

“I’m sure she’s grown out of that,” I replied. Carol smiled.

I finished Kelly’s book that night. To summarize, Kelly was so eager to be seen nude that she volunteered as an art class nude model her freshman year of college. I was surprised they let her model nude that young. She became a paid model and continued throughout college. She met her boyfriend Adrian by modeling for a class he took. Kelly and Adrian graduated together. Adrian was an artist and had a job with the Atlanta office of a large ad agency. Kelly went with him to Atlanta and found work as a clothed model.

Kelly made good money as a clothed model but wrote that it wasn’t satisfying for her. She found a team, Bruce and Meredith, who shot clothed models and did nude shoots. They were thrilled have someone as beautiful as Kelly eager to model nude. When Kelly realized that Bruce and Meredith did erotic photography, she started posing for that as well.

According to her book, Kelly did many nude shoots that resulted in just a part of her body being used in ad copy. Kelly also did a lot of posing nude outdoors. After about a year, Bruce and Meredith took Kelly and another model, Megan, to the Florida Keys. Bruce rented a boat, and they spent several days doing shoots on islets and sandspits that could be reached only by boat, some were only exposed at low tide. “By the second morning,” Kelly wrote, “Megan and I wore only thin robes from the hotel to the marina. We took those off once on the boat. I think the fishermen and other men around the marina appreciated us.”

Kelly recounted that they went to a very small island, nothing but sand and a few mangroves, within sight of the Overseas Highway. Bruce told the women he wanted something “hot.” The two nude women began kissing and fondling each other. Before long, they were on the sand doing 69. “I learned that day,” Kelly wrote, “that a woman can give me as good an orgasm as a man.”

Back in Atlanta, Kelly started modeling nude while tied up in public places. Kelly was introduced to Kirk, a “rigger.” The first pictures were done in relative safety in parks and the countryside. “I would strip, and Kirk would tie me to a tree or a fence so I couldn’t move,” Kelly wrote. “I’d almost come when he walked away leaving me there.” A highlight of her modeling career, she wrote, was walking nude along Peachtree Street in Downtown Atlanta just after sunrise on a Sunday morning.

The final scene in Kelly’s book was interesting. Again, I’m quoting her directly:

After a couple of years in Atlanta, Adrian and I were earning good money. We wanted out of the small apartment we had rented when we first moved to town. We were not yet ready to tie ourselves owning, so we rented a nice two-story townhouse on Atlanta’s north side.

Adrian thought himself a “rising star” at his agency. A few weeks after we moved to the townhouse, Adrian decided we would host a cocktail party/buffet dinner for several of his work colleagues. I was not enthused. Socializing with people to advance your career rather than because you enjoy being with them, seems manipulative and hypocritical to me. Adrian was adamant so I vowed to make the best of it.

I was also frustrated about Adrian’s lack of involvement in my exhibitionism. While Adrian got off looking at my pictures, he never went with me to my shoots, even to just watch. I wanted my lover to share my adventures. As I thought about it, Adrian’s party seemed to offer an opportunity.

Adrian spent a small fortune on food, wine, and booze for the party. His anxiety grew and his fuse got shorter as the Saturday evening of the party drew near.

Adrian had invited six work colleagues and their spouses/dates. Adrian had instructed me to dress what he called “expensive sexy.” That translated into sandals, tight black slacks, and a clingy beige blouse. When our guests arrived, Adrian’s anxiety was evidenced by his loud voice and rapid speech. I played dutiful hostess, waiting until our guests all had a few drinks to execute plan.

After everyone had eaten, they were having more drinks and talking. Adrian went into the kitchen to open another $ 50 bottle of wine. He opened he drawer where we kept the elaborate new corkscrew he bought for the party. It wasn’t there. I had moved it.

Adrian got everyone’s attention by yelling from the kitchen, “Kelly, where the hell is the corkscrew?” In as sweet a voice as I could muster, I replied that it was in the cabinet to the right of the refrigerator. Adrian found the corkscrew, opened the bottle, and came back into our dining room. As he did, he said, “Kelly, why was the corkscrew in the cabinet? You know we always put it in the same drawer.”

“I’m sorry Adrian,” I replied. “I forgot.”

Adrian, played into my hands, replied brusquely, “please do

not do that again!”

I faced him, putting my left hand on my hip. “You should give me some reinforcement,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Adrian asked.

“I should be punished for my mistake,” I replied.

Adrian was not sure where I was headed, but, as I expected, he took that as a challenge. I knew Adrian would not back down from a perceived challenge in front of the people he was trying to impress. “Ok,” he said aggressively, “what do you think is an appropriate punishment?”

“Well,” I said, pretending to consider it, “I should be spanked, in front of the people whose drinks were delayed by my error.” Looking around our guests, I saw some people who looked uncomfortable at my suggestion and some who seemed eager to see where this would go.

I think Adrian saw an opportunity to show we were sexy and unconventional, both supposedly positive qualities in advertising. He pulled a chair away from our dining table, sat in it, and said, “Come here!”

With head bowed, I walked to where Adrian sat and stood by his right side. “Get over my knee!” he directed.

“Shouldn’t I take my slacks down first?” I asked.

One of Adrian’s male colleagues loudly said “Yes!”

Emboldened, Adrian said, “Of course, pull your slacks down.”

I unbuckled my slim belt and undid the hasp in my slacks. Anticipation of my next move made my nipples hard. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my slacks and panties and pushed them to my calves. Exposing my ass brought a whoop from one of the guys. I lay over Adrian’s knees, letting my slacks and panties fall to my ankles. I spread my legs as far apart as I could to give maximum exposure. I sensed that most of our guests had moved behind me.

Adrian was, I think, shocked, but things had gone too far for him to stop. Adrian brought the palm of his hand down on my bare ass. A voice said, “you can do better than that.” Adrian swatted me again, harder.

Adrian’s spanks stung, but I was getting off on being exposed and barely noticed. When the same voice called out, “she’s nice and red,” Adrian decided to stop.

“Ok, enough,” he said softly “get up.”

“Make me stand in the corner with my pants down,” I whispered.

As I stood, the same voice, sounding a bit drunker, said, “that was over too fast.”

Thinking he was playing to his audience Adrian took my suggestion. Pointing to a corner of the room, he instructed, “stand with your face in the corner. Twenty minutes. Leave your pants down.” I kicked my sandals off, stepped out of my pants and panties, and walked away from them. I stood in the corner wearing only my blouse, which stopped just above my ass. I could sense people walking past me. My ass burned some, but I was having a great time.

That was an arousing ending for Kelly’s book. I hoped it was true. I wondered why she was back here in Cambridge by herself.

Saturday a week later, Carol and I were in our outdoor shower after our workout when our front doorbell chimed. I said, “I’ll get it,” and grabbed a towel. Carol and I never dressed to answer the door. Our attitude was, ‘if you come to our house, you get us as we are.’ The pizza drivers loved us, and we’d not had Jehovah’s Witnesses around for years.

Kelly West was at our door, wearing white mid-thigh shorts and a sleeveless dark blue top. She looked delicious. She ran her eyes over my nude body, smiled, and asked “Is Carol here?”

“She’s in back,” I replied. “Follow me.”

As I led Kelly through our house, she said, “I love your outfit.”

“Thank you,” I responded. “It’s what Carol and I both wear most of the time at home.”

“My kind of home,” Kelly replied.

I led Kelly out to our patio where Carol was standing naked. I could see from Carol’s face that she was as struck by Kelly’s beauty as I had been. Glancing at Kelly, I sensed that Kelly shared my opinion of Carol’s nude beauty. “Carol,” I said by way of introduction, “you remember Kelly West?”

“Yes, I remember you” Carol told Kelly, “I’d forgotten how beautiful you are.”

“Thank you,” Kelly said. “I’ve changed some in the years since we last saw each other.”

We sat at a patio table in the shade. I brought beers out for all three of us. Kelly took a sip of her beer, then said, “you two look so comfortable, do you mind if I take my clothes off?”

“Please do,” Carol replied.

Neither Carol nor I had seen Kelly nude in about seven years. While she was a beautiful woman clothed, she was much more beautiful nude. Carol’s facial expression once Kelly had undressed said clearly that Carol was very impressed. I’m sure I had a similar, if not awed, expression. Kelly seemed to appreciate our admiration. She did a quick spin to show us her front and back. Every bit of her I saw was a “wow!”

Kelly sat back down and said, “I stopped by to see if you’ve read my book and what you think of it.”

“You have a talent for arousing writing,” I said. Kelly’s smile broadened. “It’s all true?” I asked.

“I left a lot out,” Kelly said, “but what is in the book is true.”

“You’ve had fun,” Carol commented. “I’m envious.”

“Are you still with Adrian?” I asked.

“I hoped that the spanking would convince Adrian to participate in my exhibitionism,” Kelly said. “Instead, it ended our relationship.”

“What happened?” Carol asked.

“I thought Adrian’s colleagues would forget about our performance,” Kelly said. “I was wrong. Instead, someone dug up a bunch of my pictures online. When I pose, my face is usually in the shot, and I insist on using my real name. I’m proud of my body and want people to know whose it is.”

Kelly took a sip of her beer. “Someone told Adrian’s boss about the spanking and gave him my pictures,” Kelly continued. “His boss called Adrian in and told that it would be too embarrassing for the agency to have an employee whose partner was a ‘blatant sexual exhibitionist.’ Adrian told me his boss gave him a choice to dump me or lose his job. Adrian chose the job over me. He wanted me out of the townhouse and, preferably, out of Atlanta altogether.”

“What a shit!” I exclaimed.

“It hurt,” Kelly said, “a lot. It still does. I was in shock for a while but realized I had to go on with my life. I’d studied to be a writer in college and had the book largely written. Bruce put me in touch with a small publisher who agreed to do a small printing. Once that was arranged, I left Atlanta. I travelled around for a time and decided to come home. Mom and Dad aren’t enthused about how I live, but they are tolerant.”

“What do you think is next for you?” Carol asked.

“Well, a second printing of the book is coming out and I’m starting another,” Kelly said. “Beyond writing, I want to surround myself with people who share my love of exhibition.”

Kelly stayed for dinner. The three of us talked about may things. Kelly was an impressive young woman, and not just physically. By the time she dressed and left that night, Carol and I were both smitten. “We want that girl as a very close friend,” Carol opined. I agreed.

We decided to host a pool party a week later. We invited Kelly, of course, and her parents, Tammy and Jack West. We invited Sarah and Aaron Weiss and two close friends whom Kelly had seen in the show but didn’t know, LaTonya Rice and Derrick Willis.

It was clear and warm for our party. LaTonya, Derrick, Sarah, and Aaron arrived and stripped. Tammy and Jack arrived a few minutes later. As they were undressing, Carol asked if Kelly was coming. “She had to do something,” Tammy replied. “She’ll be here in a few minutes.”

We were sitting around a table sipping drinks and talking when Kelly came through our back door onto the patio. It was a flashback moment. Kelly was wearing a green swimsuit identical to the one she had taken off in front of us seven years before. She had looked good in the suit at 18. She looked fantastic at 25.

Kelly left her suit on while I introduced her to LaTonya and Derrick, and she re-introduced herself to Sarah and Aaron. She continued to leave her suit on while I got her a beer. Everyone chatted for several minutes. I thought I knew what was coming and I was looking forward to it.

After a few minutes, Kelly said, “I see I’m the only one wearing anything.” She paused, lowered her head a little, and said “Mom, Dad, may I take my suit off?”

Jack and Tammy pretended to think about Kelly’s request for a moment. Then Tammy said, very solemnly, “Yes, you may.”

Seven years ago, Kelly had stripped out of her swimsuit very matter-of-factly. This time, Kelly took her suit off very slowly. As her suit hit the concrete, LaTonya, a beautiful woman herself, uttered an almost reverent “damn!”

Kelly used her foot to push her suit behind her along the concrete. She smiled at us, turned, and bent from the waist to pick her suit up, exposing her asshole and vulva to us. Kelly held her exposed position for a moment before straightening and turning back to face us. We all applauded.

Everyone was in the pool later. Carol and I were standing side-by-side in water up to our necks to keep cool. Kelly came up. She asked, “May I touch you both?”

Carol and I looked at each other. We knew each other so well that we usually knew what the other was thinking. We both thought this was a positive development. “Our pleasure,” Carol said.

“I hope so,” Kelly replied.

I felt Kelly’s hand on my dick. She had her palm underneath it and was rubbing her thumb over my head. Looking in the water, I could see her other hand moving between Carol’s thighs. When I got hard, Kelly wrapped her thumb over my shaft and began rubbing the underside of my head with her index finger. I heard Carol draw a sharp breath. I saw Carol had spread her legs and Kelly’s hand was deeper between them. “Don’t look down Will,” Kelly said. “Look me in the eyes. Carol, you please look me in the eyes too.”

Carol and I looked at Kelly. Kelly shifted her gaze back and forth between Carol and me. No words were spoken but an agreement was reached. Kelly, Carol, and I would share each other’s lives. I didn’t know for how long, but it promised to be great while it lasted. The agreement was sealed with the orgasms Kelly brought us to. After Carol and I came, the three of us hugged and kissed each other.

We were not as surreptitious as we’d thought. When Kelly, Carol, and I broke our embrace, the other three couples were looking at us. With a grin, Derrick said, “I guess this will be a fucking night.” LaTonya kissed him. Sarah and Aaron and Tammy and Jack were in shallower water so I could see that both couples had started playing with each other. I looked back at LaTonya and Derrick in time to see them kiss. They boosted themselves up and out of the pool. “We’re doing it our here where everyone can see,” LaTonya announced as she wiggled her tight ass at us. Soon, LaTonya was on her back on a cushion on the pool deck and Derick was mounting her.

Sarah led Aaron by his dick up the steps at the shallow end of the pool. She tossed another cushion on the concrete and pushed Aaron down on his back. Aaron’s erection was lying on his belly as Sarah straddled him. She reached down, lifted his dick up, and guided it inside her as she lowered herself down. Sarah began riding her husband with the energy of a younger woman. Aaron, I thought, had chosen his mate wisely.

Tammy and Jack were still in the pool. They had their arms around each other but were looking at Kelly, Carol, and me. Tammy said something in Jack’s ear. Jack shrugged, then nodded. Tammy looked back at us and smiled. She led Jack up the steps out of the pool.

Kelly, Carol, and I got out of the pool. Carol, Kelly, and I stood naked, holding hands, as we watched our friends fuck.

After everyone had come, laughed about it, and had a couple more drinks, the party broke up. “I’m staying with Carol and Will tonight,” Kelly told her parents. Our friends dressed for their drives home, thanked us for the party, and left.

As the last car drove off, Carol smiled and said, “Kelly, its time you came.” She led Kelly upstairs. I followed behind Kelly’s magnificent ass. Carol had Kelly lie on her back on our bed. Carol spread Kelly’s legs and got on the bed between them. Carol lowered her face to Kelly’s vulva and began to lick. Rather than be useless, I got on the bed beside Kelly and sucked one of her nipples. I focused on Kelly rather than what Carol was doing. Whatever it was worked. Kelly began breathing harder and squirming on the bed. Her hips started bucking and she began to moan. The moans got louder and the bucking more violent until Kelly finally gasped loudly then relaxed. Carol moved from between Kelly’s legs to beside her on the bed. I swung around and lay on Kelly’s other side. Kelly kissed Carol, then kissed me. I leaned across Kelly and kissed Carol. Carol ran her tongue inside my mouth, giving me a small taste of Kelly.

We all knew, without saying it, that Kelly’s stay was permanent. Kelly gave us two reasons why she preferred staying with us to her parents. First, she was working on a novel and her parents, both published authors themselves, couldn’t resist looking at Kelly’s drafts and commenting. Second, Kelly said she wrote better when she was outdoors nude. Her parents’ property was overlooked by neighbors at least one of whom had complained when Kelly had been nude in the yard. While those were valid reasons, Carol and I thought, and hoped, there was a lot more.

Kelly had been with us about a month when she asked over dinner one night, “Carol, Will, would you like an opportunity to go nude in close contact with clothed strangers?”

“What is it?” Carol asked.

“Bruce or Meredith keep calling me,” Kelly said. “I’m not going back to Atlanta, but they need some models to be servers at a private cocktail party in Miami.”

“Why is that interesting?” I asked.

“First,” Kelly replied, “because the servers will be nude throughout while the guests will be clothed. Second, the party is being held by a company that sells ‘erotic jewelry;” cock rings, butt plugs, nipple clamps, things like that. Bruce says this company sells very expensive stuff made from gold, silver, and platinum with real diamonds, and other gems. The servers are there to model the jewelry to a group of very wealthy customers.” I looked at Carol. She looked interested. I was too.

“I have to believe I’m older than what they’re looking for,” I said.

“No,” Kelly replied. “I discussed that with Bruce, and he talked to the company’s marketing people. Bruce says the company affirmatively wants some older models to show that their jewelry appeals to all ages. Did I mention that they’ll pay each model $ 1,000 plus roundtrip airfare to Miami and give us that night at a five-star hotel?”

“When is this?” Carol asked.

“A month from Friday,” Kelly answered.

Carol looked at me. “Interested?” she asked.

“It could be fun,” I replied.

The company sponsoring the party wanted to see pictures of the potential servers before it agreed to hire them. Bruce had hundreds of pictures of Kelly but needed pictures of Carol and me: full length nudes, front, back, and sides. Kelly took those and sent them off to Bruce. A few days later, we heard from Bruce through Kelly that the company was “thrilled” and wanted us.

Kelly, Carol, and I flew to Miami that Friday morning. We took a cab to the address we’d been given. That turned out to be a “boutique” hotel in South Beach (I think it was South Beach. I don’t know Miami well). We arrived at the hotel a bit after noon and were met by the company’s reps, a pair in their late twenties named Maria and Jerry. Maria was eye catching with light brown skin, big hair, and large tits on an otherwise slender frame. On closer inspection, though, she was, at best, just pretty. Jerry was medium height, slender, and heavily jelled his short black hair. Both wore tight silk tops and leather slacks. Both had New York/New Jersey accents. Despite this somewhat unflattering picture, Maria and Jerry were both very nice to us.

We also met the other two servers. Fiona and Colin both appeared to be in their late twenties to early thirties. Fiona was a full-figured redhead. Colin was about six feet tall, around 175, and featured broad shoulders, narrow hips, and a square jaw. Both sounded educated when they spoke. I soon concluded that Fiona and Colin were a couple in real life.

After introductions in the hotel’s small lobby, Maria and Jerry took us to a meeting room with a table and some chairs on the second floor. An open door along an interior wall disclosed a small but elegantly appointed bathroom. “Ok,” Maria said, “clothes off.” The party was over six hours away, but we were being paid to be naked, so we stripped. Colin was not bulky but had well-defined muscles and an impressively long dick. I thought Fiona was pretty in clothes downstairs. She became beautiful when she got naked, not quite Carol or Kelly though. You couldn’t help noticing her copper-colored bush which almost matched the hair on her head.

Once we were nude, Maria and Jerry led us out of the room and down a long, wood-paneled hallway to a solid wood door. Jerry opened it and Maria led us into a large, windowless room with a bar along one wall and high-top tables around the room. “This is where we’ll do the party,” Maria said. “It has separate entrance from the street and its own elevator. Our guests will come in that way.”

“We’ve got 50 coming,” Jerry said. “The was not publicized, invitation only. The guests are big money people with whom our company has a prior relationship. About half are European or South American.”