Empty Nesters

This story is a work of fiction. Some real places and institutions are mentioned, 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 met April Davis about a year after I had graduated from law school and started working for a large firm. April worked for a tech company that had made a vague contract to supply an online platform to a doctors’ group. Although April had received her Master’s in Computer Science only a couple of years earlier, she led the team trying to create the platform. A lawsuit resulted because the tech company and the doctors had very different expectations about what was to be supplied and when. My firm represented the tech company.

The real issue in the case was the meaning of the vague contract and the primary witnesses on both sides were the people who had negotiated it. However, April was deposed. I was assigned to prepare her for her deposition. We worked together for about ten hours over two days.

I guess you’d call April a computer geek, but she was (and is) a damned beautiful geek. She was about five feet six or seven inches tall, with dark brown hair and a face a bit like the actress Sandra Bullock only more beautiful. Even facing the prospect of being grilled by hostile lawyers, April projected a poise and confidence that was, itself, very attractive. She could be very funny, and had a talent for explaining very complicated, technical things in simple terms that even a techno-peasant like me understood.

April and I hit it off. I’m not sure quite what she saw in a former college tight end who had nothing better to do than go to law school, but I wasn’t arguing. Once she had survived her deposition, I asked her out. I was surprised, and a little scared, when she said yes. Dating a client was a no-no, but I rationalized that by telling myself that the client was her employer and April was a software developer, not a corporate decisionmaker. What I feared was that this beautiful, bright young woman would quickly decide I was a dud.

It was spring and I picked April up at her condo. She opened her door wearing a lightweight dress that was perfectly decent, but which made clear that April’s athletic body was at least as beautiful as her face. Thankfully, April tolerated my initial anxiety. By the time we were halfway through dinner, she had put me almost at ease and we discovered several things in common. April had also been a college athlete, playing tennis at a large state university in the same conference I had played in. We were both fitness nuts of a sort, loved sports, were fascinated by history, read mystery novels, and had similar views on politics and the world. April was almost too good to be true, and, I feared, much too good for me.

My fears notwithstanding, April and I were married about 18 months later. By mutual agreement, our daughter Gwendolyn was born a year after that. We both followed the script. I went with some other lawyers when they left the large law firm to start their own firm and quickly became a partner. We did quite well. April’s original employer went bankrupt, but she found another job and became a self-employed consultant a few years later. She did quite well. Our lives revolved around work and taking our daughter to swim and tennis practice. Once Gwen got to high school, April and I saw a lot of swim meets and tennis matches.

April and I were both in our middle forties when Gwen went off to college in Boston. I don’t think either of us had realized how much our lives were built around Gwen’s activities until she was gone. We suddenly had a lot of time to fill. I think we both thought we had done well. We loved our daughter and were very proud of her accomplishments. But we had been, to use a cliché, checking off boxes. We both thought that Gwen leaving the nest should be an opportunity for us to have new experiences and excitement. We were a little stumped about how to do that.

April and I were friends with a German couple, Iens and Ute Harz. Iens was a chemist who worked for a large German chemical company. Around the time Gwen started high school, Iens had been promoted to the position of head chemist for the company’s US subsidiary, which was based in our city. Iens’ company had lawyers in New York who had handled the immigration issues. However, Ute was a doctor. She connected with a group of doctors in her specialty here and wanted to practice with them. Having her credentials accepted and obtaining permission for her to practice medicine in our state was horrendously complex.

One of the best lawyers in the state at dealing with our state medical board was my partner Glenda Porter. Ute found her way to Glenda, which was how I met Ute and Iens. By sheer coincidence, they bought a house in the same development April and I lived in. We began seeing them at the quarterly parties given by our HOA and became friends to the point that we had regularly had dinner at their home or ours. Iens had developed an interest in American football, a passion of mine and an interest of April’s, so we often watched football games together. We knew Iens and Ute well enough to know that they spent a month back in Europe each summer.

The college football season started about two weeks after we had taken Gwen to Boston for freshman orientation. Ute and Iens had just returned from Europe, so we invited them over for a cookout and to watch my old team open its season against Michigan State.

After my guys won the game in overtime, Ute pulled an iPad from her purse and asked if we’d like to see pictures from their trip. April and I hadn’t been to Europe in several years, so our “yes” was more than just politeness. We looked over Ute’s shoulder as she scrolled through several pictures taken in Southwestern Germany, where they were from.

The first dozen or so of Ute’s pictures were standard vacation stuff. Then, she scrolled to a picture which, figuratively, threw us for a loop. Iens and Ute were standing on a beach with another couple who looked a bit younger. It was obviously a warm, sunny day. The two couples were facing the camera, smiling. What jumped out at me, and from April’s expression at her, was the fact that all four people in the picture were stark naked.

I initially thought this was a private picture that had accidentally gotten mixed in with the ones Ute meant to show us. However, Ute explained, “this is us on an FKK beach in Croatia with my brother Peter and his wife Ilse.” Ute showed us several more pictures which made it clear this was not some isolated beach which they had found. There were a lot of people on the beach. As far as I could tell, none of them were wearing anything. I didn’t know what to say and had no idea what “FKK” meant. Finally, April asked, “Was this something you just got a wild hair to do?”

Iens understood the colloquialism. “Oh no,” he responded, “every summer we meet Peter and Ilse some place where we do not have to wear clothes.”

Ute must have seen the skeptical, if not shocked, expressions on our faces. “It is wonderful,” she said, “to feel the sun and breeze all over your body. It is much nicer to swim with nothing on, and people are much nicer to each other when no one is wearing clothes.” She paused before adding, “and it is a little sexy, seeing everyone exposed and knowing that they see you.”

Ute and Iens left not long after they showed us their pictures. As they were leaving, Ute said to both of us, “I hope we did not offend you with the pictures from our holiday. FKK is a large part of our lives. We thought it was time that we let you know that.” April and I assured Ute and Iens we were not at all offended.

We did not talk about the Harz’s vacation pictures after they left, although they were on my mind and, I’m sure, on April’s. Ute’s words extolling the virtues of being nude in a public place with other people played in my mind. I waited for April to bring the subject up. When she hadn’t mentioned it by the following Monday, I decided that she just wanted to forget about it.

It stays warm in the lower Midwest through most of September, and we often kept using our backyard pool into early October. It was hot the Friday night after Ute and Iens’s visit. We had cleaned up from dinner when April surprised me. “You remember what Ute said last Saturday about swimming naked?” she asked. Not knowing where April was heading, I just nodded. She smiled and said, “Want to find out if she’s right?”

We had installed a pool in the back yard that was large enough to swim laps, which April and I both did regularly. There were woods behind our lot and no other houses overlooked our back yard. Of course, when Gwen lived at home, it would never have occurred to either of us to use the pool in the nude. The look on April’s face told me that night was the time to try it.

I’m not sure why, but we went upstairs to our bedroom to undress. April and I had, of course, seen each other naked often, but almost exclusively in our bedroom. Following April down the steps, through the kitchen, and out onto the patio with nothing on was a new experience. Watching April walking in front of me with nothing on reminded me that, not many years from 50, my wife was still a stunningly beautiful woman.

It was twilight outside. April walked to the side of the pool and gracefully dove in. I followed her, less gracefully. The pool had been baking in the sun all day, so the water was still warm. We swam a few laps before standing up in the shallow end. April stepped to me, put her arms around my neck, and pulled herself against me. I wrapped my arms around her back.

“I think we learned something valuable from Ute,” April said. “What do you think?”

“I agree,” I said. Standing in a pool of warm water on a pleasant night with the naked body of the most beautiful woman alive pressed against me, what else would I say?

“How about a new house rule?” April asked teasingly, “No suits allowed in the pool?”

“I’m ok with that,” I replied.

April kissed me. “Now,” she said, “please get me a glass of wine.” I let go of April, went to the edge of the pool, and got out. It had gotten dark. “Turn the patio lights on,” April said. “I want to see you.” I did as I was told.

When I walked back out with two glasses of merlot, April was standing on the pool deck facing me. She had not toweled off and the water dripping off her nude body was very sexy. April worked at keeping herself in shape, we both did, but I realized that night I had underappreciated how successful she had been.

After a couple of rather large sips of wine, April set her glass down and said, “I want to walk around.” He took my hand and led me past the pool out onto our lawn. We walked towards the woods. A few feet short of the wood line, April stopped and said, “I can see the Wentworth’s’ house.” I followed her gaze. Through the trees on the west side of our lot I could see lights on the second floor of our neighbor’s house. April giggled and asked, “think they can see us?”

I was sure no one could see us, but I answered, “they might.”

April giggled again and said, “let’s give them a show.” She turned to face me and kissed me, aggressively. Her tongue pushed against my lips, and I let it slide into my mouth. I started running my fingers over April’s right breast. She ran a finger along my balls a couple of times and then along the underside of my dick. I pressed my other hand against April’s mound. She took a small sidestep and my hand went between her thighs. I traced her outer lips with my index finger.

As I got hard, April began circling her fingers around my dickhead. That was a particularly sensitive area for me and was April’s way of telling me we were going to make love. I moved my fingers to her clit.

We didn’t say anything. After several minutes of foreplay, April let go of me and lay down on the lawn on her back. She spread her legs. I got on my knees between her legs and leaned forward until I was prone above her with my weight on my arms and knees. April reached between us, put her hand around my dick, and guided it into her.

April and I had fucked regularly starting a couple of months after we’d begun dating seriously. I never counted, but we must have had intercourse thousands, if not tens of thousands, of times. Despite that familiarity, it was always a thrill to enter her. Childbirth had not, in any way, made April a less desirable or less capable partner. I had not had sex with another woman since April and I got together about twenty years earlier, but there was no doubt in my mind that making love with April was far better than with anyone else.

April and I had not made love except in bedroom or hotel room ever. Doing it outdoors intensified the sensations for me and, I think, for her. At the beginning, I had intended a long session slowly building us both to climax. Instead, we were soon fucking like wild animals. My vision went away for a second as I came, and I shot harder than I’d shot in years. Seconds later, April came with a loud moan that our neighbors probably did hear and that sounded like nothing other than a woman achieving orgasm. We kissed for a long time before I pulled out, stood, and helped April up.

I brushed off April’s back. We walked back to the pool and finished our wine. When we went back into the house for the evening, April checked her phone. “That’s a coincidence,” she said, “there’s a text from Ute about twenty minutes ago asking me to call her in the morning.” April and I slept together naked that night for the first time since Gwen was born.

I was on the regular Saturday morning grocery run when April called my cell phone. “I talked to Ute,” she said. “We’re invited to a cookout and pool party at their house tonight. Just them and us. Ute was polite about it but made it very clear that we’re not supposed to bring swimsuits. I told her I had to talk to you. What do you think?”

I surprised myself by thinking that getting naked with Ute and Iens would be fun. However, I replied, “the important thing is whether you want to do it?”

April chuckled over the phone. “I do,” she said. “Are you ok with that?”

“Absolutely,” I replied. April’s responding laugh told me she knew that I wanted to go too.

Ute and Iens lived, maybe, three-quarters of a mile away. Even though it was still very warm at 6:00 p.m., it was a pleasant walk. Our development had been created by an architect who lived there himself. He had veto power over anything built. Consequently, the houses were all back from the street on large lots and as many trees as possible had been preserved. Although we were mostly in shade, I was perspiring a little when we reached the Harz’s front door.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but Ute opened the door in a top, shorts, and sandals. She took the two bottles of wine we’d brought and said “please come in. Iens is back by the pool starting the grill. I’ll take you back there.”

Iens was dressed. Like me, he wore a polo shirt, shorts, and running shoes. After we’d all said hello, Iens looked at Ute. She nodded. Iens looked at April and me. “We didn’t want to shock you when you arrived. Now that you are here, perhaps we should all get more comfortable.” April and I understood that Iens meant it was time to get undressed.

Getting naked with our friends was what April and I had come there to do. Still, stripping in front of another couple whom we’d known for several years was strange and a little threatening. Without thinking about it, April and I both turned our backs to Ute and Iens.

“April, Will,” Ute said, “one of the pleasurable things about an FKK beach is watching people undress when they arrive. Please turn around. You can watch us, and we will watch you.” I looked at April. She shrugged. Our hostess had made a direct request. It would be rude not to turn around and face them as we took our clothes off.

April kicked off her sandals. I bent down, untied my shoes, and slipped them off. Straightening, I saw that Ute already had her top off. Ute and Iens were about our age. Like April, Ute’s breasts had almost no sag and her upper abs were firm. Unlike April, Ute’s breasts were tanned.

More or less simultaneously, April and I pulled our tops off. April had not worn a bra because “I’m just going to take it off.” I had looked at Ute’s breasts and Iens was looking at April’s. I felt a little proud that someone else was seeing how beautiful April truly was.

Ute and Iens took the lead by pushing their shorts off. Neither wore underwear. Ute was right, it was sexy watching people whom you knew strip naked. I already knew Ute and Iens were physically attractive people. They were even more attractive wearing only their allover tans.

Fully nude, Ute and Iens looked at us. It was time for April and me to expose our asses and pubes. April took a breath and we both unbuckled our shorts and dropped them. We had both worn underwear. April slid her panties down her legs while I did the same with my briefs. I discovered that it was sexy having people whom you knew watch you undress. I felt myself getting a little stiff. April took my hand and we stood naked, facing Ute and Iens.

No one said anything for a moment before Iens said, “you keep yourselves in excellent shape.”

“You both truly look much better naked than in clothes,” Ute added.

“Thank you,” I said, “So do you.” I meant that sincerely. Ute and Iens both seemed pleased by the compliment.

Ute opened one of the bottles we’d brought. After a sip of wine, Ute invited us to take a dip in the pool while she and Iens got dinner ready. April and I got in the water, swam around briefly, and then rested on a side of the pool in water up to our necks. I think that was our way of still covering ourselves.

We watched Ute and Iens set their patio table and get dinner ready. Both seemed completely comfortable naked. Ute did not hesitate to bend over with her back to us, affording us a view of her asshole and her pussy. Ute and Iens patted each other’s bare asses and, once, Ute gave Iens’s dick a playful flip.

“Ok,” April said to me softly, “they are perfectly fine with us seeing all of them and seeing them touch each other. We’re hiding here in the water. Don’t you think we should get out of the water and get into the spirit?”

“When in Rome,” I said.

We got out of the pool. There were folded towels placed on a patio chair. We took one apiece. I toweled off April, including her tits, ass, and mound; and April toweled me off, including my dick and balls. We knew Ute and Iens were watching us. It was kind of hot.

The food was outstanding. We ate, drank a little, and talked for several hours. I had, frankly, forgotten that I didn’t have any clothes on until Iens asked, “So, are you enjoying your first experience in social nudity?”

“Very much,” April replied. I nodded. “Until a week ago,” April said, “I would never have thought of doing something like this. Now, I’m disappointed in myself that I waited until my forties. I would never have guessed how good it feels to be outdoors naked.”

“It isn’t just being outdoors naked though, is it?” Ute asked.

Neither April nor I responded, not being sure what Ute meant. Iens explained it for us. “It is one thing to be outside naked by yourself. Yes, that is better than wearing clothes, but it is not as enjoyable as sharing the experience and interacting with other people who are also naked. There is pleasure in seeing all of their bodies and in knowing that they are seeing all of your body.”

“You Americans are not always understandable to me,” Ute said. “Most Americans seem frightened of the penis and the vulva. They act as if terrible things will happen if they see one of someone else or if someone else sees theirs. Genitals are some of the more interesting parts of the human body and, without question, facilitate great pleasure. It seems more sensible to me to be proud of them rather than treat them as things which are distasteful and dirty.”

“Our bodies,” Iens said, “and the joy we can give each other through them should be exalted, not disdained.”

Despite the sexual tone of Ute’s and Iens’s comments, nothing really happened that night. It was around midnight when April and I thanked Ute and Iens for a wonderful evening and said we had to leave. “Before you get dressed,” Ute said, “we must give you a hug.” I got a naked hug from Ute. She felt nice. April got a naked hug from Iens. From April’s expression, I guessed Iens felt nice too.

We dressed. Nude, Ute and Iens walked us to their front door. April asked, “Do you think anyone will be out this time of night?”

Without thinking, I said, “Probably not.”

Ute, smiling because she understood why April had asked, said, “I’m sure Will is correct.”

Iens, also picking up on what I had not, said, “I think it is more certain than probable you will not see a person or car between here and your house.”

April looked at me and said, “let’s walk home naked.”

With a grin, Ute said, “You can leave your clothes here and pick them up tomorrow.”

I had enjoyed the naked evening, but I thought this was going a bit too far. Still, walking through the development where we had several for many years buck naked did sound exciting. I was about to let my risk-averse lawyer side say “no,” when April said two words: “please Will.” She used the tone she knew I could not refuse. I took the housekey out of my shorts pocket. April and I took off everything except out shoes and handed our clothes to Iens. Nude, April and I stepped off the Harz’s front step.

At first, we were both nervous, jumping and looking around at every small sound. No one was out and no cars came by. Our anxiety melted away and we began enjoying the experience of walking together, naked in public.

A little more than halfway home, April said, “I can’t believe we’re walking down the street naked. This is so great!” She dashed into the empty street and began spinning around with her arms stretched out. She looked so wonderful, and I was excited enough, that I went into the street and took her in my arms. We hugged and kissed, naked in the middle of a street in our development.

Of course, the first and only car we saw came at us while we were hugging in the middle of the street. We were fully in the headlights before we knew it. I let go of April and, naturally, we both turned to face the car. I was sure it was a cop, it had to be. It wasn’t though. The car simply swerved around us and went on.

April and I dashed out of the street into the shadows. After a moment, we both started laughing almost uncontrollably. We’d given someone a full frontal. For all we knew, it was someone who knew us. We were not far from home. We jogged the rest of the way. I was sure the driver had called the cops wanted us safely indoors before an officer came along the street.

Once inside our house, I looked at April and said, “that was fun.”

“It was hot too,” she replied. “I’m horny. Let’s do it outside again.” I eagerly followed my wife out the back of our house, past the pool, and into the back yard. That night, I got on my back. April rode me energetically.

A cold snap the following week ended the pool parties. We did have Ute and Iens over several more times in October and November to watch games. We did that in the nude, although it was difficult to focus on the game when April sat naked in my lap.

April and I were by ourselves that Thanksgiving. None of her or my parents were still alive. I was an only child. April had a younger sister, but she was spending the holiday with her husband’s family in Wisconsin. Gwen had decided that she needed to stay in Boston to study because she had exams in early December. That Sunday afternoon, Ute and Iens unexpectedly knocked on our front door.

After we invited them in, they declined our offer of a drink. “We will not intrude upon you for long,” Iens said. “We had something to suggest to you and we felt it best to do so in person.”

This sounded serious. What could it be? “Please sit down and tell us about it,” I said.

We sat. Ute said, “when you came to our house last time, I remember I told you how I felt Americans are scared of their bodies.” April and I nodded. “Well, that is not universally true,” Ute continued. “We believe it is not true for you and we were recently introduced to some other like-minded people. They belong to a group that has rented a large indoor pool north of the city for next Saturday evening. We have been invited to attend and were told we could bring another couple if we wished. Everyone must be naked in the pool area, but there are changing rooms. You undress when you arrive and may dress again when you leave. We would like it very much if you would come with us.”

Although April and I now slept together nude every night and often went nude around the house, we hadn’t been nude in public since we’d flashed the unknown driver walking from Ute’s and Iens’s house in September. Here was another opportunity to get naked with other people. Of course, we had no idea who we would see if we went or who would see us.

I looked at April. For both of us, April said, “we’d love to.”

Ute gave us more details. She and Iens had been invited by a doctor, outside of her group, whom Ute had gotten to know. The group hosting the nude swim had one a month from December through April. If we liked the group and didn’t do anything off the wall, we could join and attend future swims. Some food was provided, and you could bring alcohol. However, glass was not allowed in the pool area and being obviously drunk would get you expelled and barred from future swims. It seemed rather well thought out.

I have to admit that my anticipation built all week. April and Ute talked on Thursday and got the idea that, since the swim was 8:00 p.m. to midnight, we should get dinner together somewhere first. As April explained their thinking, “we want to dress up and go somewhere nice. It will be sexier when we get to the swim to be stripping out of nice clothes.”

Iens and I ended up going to dinner in jackets and ties. Ute wore a clingy dress that wrapped around her and was held in place with a belt. The beige of the dress went nicely with her light brown hair. April wore a tight, satin-like dress of burgundy color. The front showed a lot of cleavage, and the dress was slit up both sides, showing a lot of her legs in dark hose. She looked sexy as hell.

We arrived at the swim just after eight, along with more than a dozen other people. We didn’t know any of them. In the swim facility’s lobby, there was a table where each person was checked off against a guest list. Some people were apparently known and basically waved through. Newbies, like us, needed a picture ID. It took a few minutes. It was a cold night. We took off our heavy coats as we waited to be let in. It was immediately apparent that we were very overdressed compared to everyone else.

The facility had men’s and women’s locker rooms. It seemed though that everyone was using the men’s. April and Ute both looked especially wonderful dressed up and it was, I suppose to be expected that pretty much everyone in the room watched them take their fine clothes off. I know April enjoyed that part.

Naked holding towels, the four of us went into the pool area. There were actually two pools in the large hall. One was a twenty-five-meter lap pool. The other was for more recreational use and had a water slide, about 1o meters at the top, at one end. There were at least 50 naked people in the hall and more arriving.

Ute found the doctor who had invited us. We were introduced to her and her husband. Our benefactors had just walked off when I heard a surprised, familiar voice loudly say “Will?” I turned to see my partner Glenda Porter standing completely nude next to her equally nude, long-time boyfriend Keith Parks. April, Ute, and Iens all knew Glenda. April and I knew Keith. We introduced him to Ute and Iens.

April and I had thought about the risk of meeting someone we knew at the swim. We thought it unlikely. Besides, how could anyone “out” us without admitting their own nude presence? It had never crossed my mind that someone else from my firm would be there.

Glenda was about ten years younger than April and me. She was a very talented lawyer, was easy to work with, and had a very pretty face. She suffered, however, from a condition that afflicts many lawyers of both genders. The time spent working (dictated by the holy “billable hour”) and the mental exhaustion felt at the end of the day meant that many lawyers did not get nearly enough exercise. Glenda showed this with a developing belly and extra fat on her hips and thighs. I shouldn’t have thought this about my partner, but I thought Glenda would look very good naked if she lost the weight.

“Are you a member of the club?” I asked Glenda.

“No,” she laughed. “This is our first time. We were invited by some friends of Keith. It sounded different and I thought walking around naked might motivate me to workout more. Are you members?”

“This is our first time too,” I replied. “A friend of Ute invited her and Iens and they could bring another couple. How are you liking it so far?”

“So far, I’m enjoying myself,” Glenda said. “I didn’t realize how much fun it is being naked with other people, even for a fat broad like me.”

“You are not fat Glenda,” I immediately replied. Glenda smiled. She and Keith walked off to join Keith’s friends.

It was a very pleasant evening. We met some very nice people. The atmosphere was very different from a clothed event. It seemed that discarding all the badges of status implicit in our clothes meant everyone could just be a person, instead of a doctor, lawyer, or electrician.

Going down a water slide nude is great. It is even better when your nude wife goes before you and doesn’t get out of the way before you hit the water. April may have done that on purpose.

The facility also had a steam room which we used. It wasn’t that big. Several people came in just after us to the point where it was too crowded for everyone to sit. An authoritative female voice said, “women sit in men’s laps.” That’s what everyone did, although we got crossed up and Ute ended in my lap while April sat in Iens’s. None of us really minded that.

When it was time to leave, everyone showered off together in the large shower room. That was crowded too and there was a lot of incidental touching of strangers. After our shower April apparently remembered us leaving Ute’s and Iens’s in September. “We’re just going home,” she said. “Why get completely dressed? Let’s just put on our shoes and coats and carry the rest.” That sounded good to Ute, Iens, and me. Before we left, the four of us joined the swim group.

I had driven. Once we were moving, April reached over from the passenger seat and unzipped my coat. She stroked me gently throughout the drive back to Ute’s and Iens’s house. The sounds from the back seat suggested that Ute and Iens also enjoyed the drive.

When we arrived, Ute said in a husky voice, “come in and have a drink.” April and I followed them into their house, but we never got the drink. Inside the door, Ute and Iens took their coats off. Iens was hard. Ute went to her knees and took Iens in her mouth. After a moment or two, Iens put a hand on Ute’s head and said “upstairs.” Ute rose and they started up their steps. Iens looked at us and said “come.” We dropped our coats in the hall and followed Ute and Iens upstairs and into their bedroom.

Ute lay on her back on their bed and Iens mounted her. April and I sat on a low chest against one wall of the room and watched. Watching our good friends engaged in intercourse was, of course, erotic. Ute and Iens were physically attractive people. They fucked with evident passion, but it was also obvious that they loved each other very much. The scene was arousing. April kept her hand around my dick and I had a finger in her pussy the whole time. Watching them come was extraordinary.

It was simply understood when Ute and Iens got off their bed that April and I would get on it and make love with them watching. April got on the bed on all fours. We rarely made love that way, but I got it: April wanted to watch Ute and Iens watching us fuck. I got on the bed behind April. I spent a few seconds kissing her asshole before I got on my knees and slid my dick into her pussy. Entering April was always exquisite, but it was even more arousing to do it with our friends watching. Iens sat in a chair beyond the foot of the bed and Ute sat in his lap. Every time I glanced at them, they both smiled.

I had been pushing inside of April for a couple of minutes when she clamped down on me. April had an ability to contract her muscles so that it took tremendous effort for me to move my dick at all inside her. That made it much more strenuous for me, but it also intensified the sensations for both of us. As I thrusted forcefully inside her, I leaned onto April’s back and reached my hands around onto her breasts. I bent my head down and licked the back of her neck. She was sweating a little and it tasted great. While my attention was focused on April, I never forgot that Ute and Iens were watching. The whole situation was incredibly stimulating.

In a perfect world, April and I would have gone at it all night, always on the edge of coming. In reality, April started shoving her hips into me. That together with her heartbeat and the change in pitch of her moans told me she was getting close. Knowing that April was about to come got me even closer. Suddenly, April’s body shook, and she made another loud moan like she had on our lawn in September. She collapsed on the bed, causing me to slide out just as I started to come. I shot most of my load on her ass. That didn’t matter, we had pleased each other.

April rolled onto her back, and I lay down next to her. Her eyes gleamed and, as her breathing slowed, she smiled. She had never looked more beautiful. After a few minutes, April sat up on the bed facing Ute and Iens. “Well,” April said, “that was a first. Will and I had never made love before with someone else watching.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Ute asked.

April’s smiled widened. “Very much,” she said emphatically.

The four of us showered together, toweled each other off, and went to bed together. Although we were in bed with Ute and Iens, April and I slept on our sides, spooning, with her ass pressed against my dick. We were still in that position when I awoke the next morning. I guess there should have been some morning after embarrassment over what we’d done the night before. I didn’t feel that and I’m sure April didn’t. I felt pleased and proud to have shared an intimate experience with Ute and Iens.

I always got to the office very early. Glenda usually did too, so I wasn’t surprised to see her in my office doorway the Monday after the nude swim. She closed my door, sat in a chair, and asked, “How did you and April like the swim?”

“We enjoyed it a lot,” I replied. “What about you and Keith?”

“We loved it,” Glenda answered. “We joined the group so we can keep going back.”

“So did we and Ute and Iens,” I said.

Glenda smiled and said, “I guess I’ll be seeing more of you.”

“And I’ll be seeing more of you,” I replied.

Glenda stood, smacked the side of her hip with her hand, and said vehemently, “Well, I’m going to work hard to make sure there’s less of me to see. You know, when I was in college I was, not beautiful, but attractive.”

“Glenda,” I replied, “you are a beautiful woman and a beautiful person.”

“You have to say that” Glenda retorted, “you’re my partner.” She opened my door and walked out of the office.

Gwen came home from college for Christmas break, so we had to behave. We did have Ute and Iens over for Christmas dinner. They were accompanied by their son Paul, whom we hadn’t met before. Paul had started his undergraduate studies at one of the colleges of Oxford University in England at about the same time Iens and Ute had moved to the U.S. He was now doing post-graduate work at the LSE in London. Paul was about my height. He had rowed crew at Oxford and looked like a rower with broad shoulders, short blond hair, and a square jaw. Although Paul was about five years older than her, he and Gwen seemed to find a lot to talk about that evening.

I started an intense period of work immediately after the New Year. Our firm had taken a potentially very large copyright infringement/theft of trade secrets case against a huge corporation in another city. We had the case on a contingent fee and thought that we had a realistic chance of a recovery in ten figures. The case was scheduled for trial in June. I and the lawyers from the New York and San Francisco firms opposing us were going all over the country taking the critical depositions.

That case is a story in itself. Suffice to say here that a young woman who worked for the corporation we were suing decided to tell the truth in her deposition that February. She testified in tremendous and verifiable detail about how her employer had fabricated its defense, backdating critical documents that had not actually been created until after we had sued. The case settled for high nine figures that March.

Even though my firm opted to reduce our contingent fee from 40% to 25%, the firm still took in almost nine figures. Under our firm’s rules about contingent fees, we set half of the fee aside as a reserve fund. I personally received 1.2% of the other half. That was a nice bit of money, low six figures, but I had been the lead lawyer on the case. Our two founding partners, who had not worked on the case at all, got much larger shares of the fee than I did. Instead of getting more money, I was told to take the summer off.

Rather than coming home after her freshman year, Gwen was spending the summer studying in Paris. Still empty nesters, April and I turned that summer into what we called our “travel summer.” Glenda and Keith were going to a resort in Negril, Jamaica for a week in June. They invited us along.

The resort had “nude” and “prude” sides. Our rooms were on the nude side with access to a nude beach. There was also a pool, swim-up bar, and large hot tub where clothes were prohibited. People dressed, sort of, for the dining room and the disco bar, which was built in front of and below the main swimming pool. Behind that bar was a huge window looking into the pool underwater. Suits were required in the main pool, until 10:00 p.m.

Glenda had lost significant weight. She still wasn’t April, or Ute, but she was very attractive in the nude. She and Keith were proud of her accomplishment, and, with Keith’s encouragement, Glenda took every opportunity she could that week to show off her bare body. Most of the time, April showed off with her.

A highlight of the resort was the nude hot tub. Late at night, the smell of marijuana smoke wafted over a dozen or more couples fucking in the tub. April and I and Glenda and Keith were usually two of those couples. Every morning, some underpaid Jamaicans drained the tub, cleaned it out, and re-filled it.

In August, April and I joined Ute and Iens on their annual return to Europe. I had thought we would see Gwen for a day or two in Paris, but she was “traveling” in advance of return to Boston for school. We did go to Stuttgart, a wonderful city in Southwestern Germany that was Ute’s and Iens’s hometown. They took us to Baden-Baden, a historic spa town. April and I were pleased to learn that the spa saunas were coed and full nudity was mandatory and enforced. We spent four days in Baden-Baden, mostly nude at the spa. April and I agreed we were coming back.