Chapter 19 -- Rehashing Our Party Weekend
Monday night after our friends from the Nude Retreat had visited with us, Jim and I went to bed early and then slept for twelve hours. Twelve hours! I never sleep for twelve hours, and Jim was also horrified when we woke up and it was nine-thirty a.m. He was usually up at six or six-thirty most mornings, and sometimes earlier. It was excusable because we barely slept Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights; we were sexed up to almost new levels of arousal and action.
He suggested eating breakfast out, so we dressed and left the house to go to Station 400 -- a popular breakfast and lunch place nearby. I had a tuna salad and he had an omelet.
Jim smirked and asked, "So, how'd you like our weekend?" I knew he was both teasing and serious. Teasing mainly because I had sex with almost all the other men. Of course, he was doing the women.
We had just hosted an orgy at our house that started on Friday afternoon and ended Monday morning when our guests departed. We had over twenty-five people attending and had barrels of fun and sex, assuming that sex came delivered that way.
By Friday morning we'd heard from six of the eleven couples that were at the Gainesville Retreat Center for our Nude Intimacy Retreat the prior weekend: Bart and Leah, Keith and Monica, Rob and Julie, Webb and Emily, Franklin and Trish, and, to our surprise, Tammy and Ethan. The twelve of them showed up. Three other couples called with regrets but wanted to go on records as wanting to come and see us sometime when they weren't booked. Wolf and Vivian even pleaded for a future invitation and made me promised to let them know within another week.
As for our other lovers, everyone was in attendance: Jim and me; Rita and Hank; Bruce and Mindy; David, Penny, and Jean; Josh and Amy; and Carolyn and Matt. -- so, there were thirteen people of our 'regular' crowd -- six men and seven women.
Our first arrivals were for lunch on Friday: Rita and Mindy came to help prepare some of the side dishes for the three dinners we'd be having for the group: Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. We were busy making potato salad, three-bean salad, and lots of other light dishes. I'd also bought a bushel of corn on the cob at a farm stand.
Each one of the men had assumed the responsibility for the main entrée for dinner for each of the three nights. Jim was doing steak medallions, then Bruce would do Salmon, and lastly Hank planned on barbecued ribs and chicken. We had a very large barbecue, so could handle meats for that many people, plus even cook the corn that way.
Rita, Mindy, and I worked nude in the kitchen and tried to be as sexy as we could. We were all wearing Come-Fuck-Me shoes and teasing Jim and the other men when they were around. We were all wet with anticipation, and Jim and I had sex that morning.
Amy, Jean, and Carolyn had combined their children at one house and hired a savvy mature woman as a sitter. She had a thirteen-year-old daughter she wanted to educate in the finer skills of babysitting, so they'd agreed that they'd provide the training ground. They knew the parents were at a weekend party with overnights. The teen thought little of it, but the mother smirked and commented that she wished that she was going to such a party.
The doorbell rang at four-thirty, and I went to answer it, naked, of course. The new arrivals were Keith and Monica. I gave them both full body hugs and then showed them where to ditch their clothing. Five minutes later, they appeared in their birthday suits with large smiles. Monica understood about the CFM shoes and was suitably attired. She also had a gossamer sarong that nicely added to her allure.
Leah and Bart arrived ten minutes later and got welcomed by everybody. Leah only wore a simple summer frock beside her CFM shoes. She promptly pulled it off over her head, and she was as naked as the rest of us. Leah was one of our new friends that was blessed with exceptional good looks. Bart wasn't all that bad on the eyes either.
Everyone else was there by five-thirty, and the chatter of self-introductions filled the patio. Despite our nudity, we ignored a large power boat that slowly motored by in the bay, obviously with a half-dozen people onboard ogling our private party. They waved, and a few of us waved back.
Many of the group went into swim or to just sit on the side of the pool with their legs in the water, and always with their drink nearby. I took stock, and Jim and I were the oldest couple there.
I had talked to each of our 'routine' couples during the week, telling them about the party and what I knew about each couple. They were also amazed about the Nude Intimacy Retreat we'd just helped deliver the previous weekend. I charged each of them with pairing with their counterpart from the 'outsiders' to make love and develop intimate relations.
Thus, even before dinner, I could see some of the pairings start. Josh obviously felt attracted to Leah, and the two weren't just talking, they were making out frequently as their discussion extended. Josh's wife Amy was coming onto the Bart, dragging her bare breasts across his arms or chest as they talked. She liked to kiss, too; and he was a quick study.
Rita paired off with Webb, standing snug against him with his arm over her shoulder and one of his large hands openly fondling a bare breast. We could tell she was excited because her nipples were white hot and about to pop out of her body. Mindy was occupying Ethan, sitting in his bare lap, and no doubt feeling his arousal poking upwards at her wet pussy. I thought later that she might even have him inside her slit; she could be forward like that.
Julie and Bruce were in the pool standing facing each other and very close together. They'd occasionally kiss, but their hands were underwater, no doubt fondling breasts, pussy, and cock, as appropriate. A few feet away Monica sat on the edge of the pool as Hank slowly spread her legs so he could be closer to her for some kisses. Soon, he was eating her pussy as she put her head back, closed her eyes, and then enjoyed his expert skills at pleasing a woman.
Rob was a few feet further on with Penny's legs over his shoulder as he ate her out. The others were getting increasingly sexual. I turned, and there was Keith with some kisses for me. He fondled my breasts as we kissed, and I kind of went into orbit. Franklin was on a chaise making out with Carolyn and Amy. Trish, his wife, was making out with Jim as Emily stood near.
I chuckled because at the grill, Jim was preparing the corn and steaks for grilling. Depending on the stage he was in, billows of smoke would flare up from the barbecue. While he was working, Emily and Trish had adopted him as their cause. Emily was fawning over him as Webb, her husband, ate out Rita twenty feet away.
Jim would stop, suck on Trish or Emily's breasts for a minute or two then kiss, and then return to some cooking task. Eventually, the corn finished and he was ready for the meat. When that started several of us broke away with our partners and carried our side dishes, salads, and condiments to the outdoor tables.
We had a joyous dinner, and more 'get-to-know-you' conversations took place. Suddenly, poof, all the steak and salads were gone. A massive and very rapid effort carried every dish, piece of cutlery, and whatever, into the kitchen and helped put them in the proper place in the proper way. I just stood there directing the effort of a dozen helpers. Everyone didn't want our cleanup tasks impeding the sexual part of the evening.
