Karen, Peter and Kevin were now naked with the rest of the party guests gathered for Lucy's and Arthur's nudist Silver Wedding celebration. Karen had knocked back one glass of gin and tonic and was now onto her second while the men were sipping their beers.
"Oh my goodness," said Karen, "I've never wanted to take my clothes off so much in all my life."
"I felt exactly the same," her mother Fiona said. "Its great to see you and everyone else naked too. Gives a whole new meaning to the term "consenting adults"".
"Which we are, of course," chimed in Robert, Fiona's grandson who had recently passed his exams to get into medical school.
"I bet there ain't never been a Silver Wedding celebration like this before," said Ian, Fiona's son and Robert's father, "beats everyone being uncomfortably dressed. Its bad enough having to wear a suit and tie five days a week when I go to work without having to wear them for a family party."
"Sure fucking does feel great with no clothes on," said Tom, Ian's father, "and its lovely to see you naked again too, Karen," he continued, gazing lovingly at his daughter, "we thought you was never going to get here."
"No," said David, the still absent Lucy's and Arthur's son, "we were expecting you to phone and Ian would have to get dressed and go to the station to collect you."
"You make me feel like a parcel," said Karen, "and I felt like one too, the journey I had."
"So how come you, Peter and Kevin all showed up at once?" asked Ian, Karen's brother who was standing naked next to his naked son Robert, both with drinks in their hands, as Karen relaxed back into an armchair that Robert had given up for his aunt as he gazed admiringly on her tits.
Peter opened his mouth to say something but Karen cut him off before he was able to utter a word. She always loved being the one to tell a tale whenever there was one to be told.
"Well, for a start, the bloody train was late," she began, "and then we got three quarters of the way here and had to get off and get a replacement bus which went all round the world and took an eternity."
"Typical," said Joe.
"I was about to phone you, Ian," Karen went on, "when I finally arrived at the station but then Peter and Kevin came by in their car."
"Yes," said Peter, butting in before Karen could continue, "Kevin and I had to pass the station on our way here and I said: that looks like Karen standing there outside."
"Well it wouldn't have been Marilyn Monroe," said Jeanette.
"Especially the way she must be now," said Helen.
"You were the one who noticed," said Kevin, "I wouldn't have recognised Karen with her clothes on, especially as its a bloody long time since we last saw her."
"I never forget a pretty face," said Peter, "so I tooted my horn..."
"If anyone knows about horns, you do," interrupted Jeanette, Peter's ex-wife.
"That's right, dad," said Jack, Peter's and Jeanette's son, "nobody can toot their horn quite like you."
"Oh, I don't know about that," said Helen, Kevin's ex-wife who was sitting naked next to Jeanette on the sofa while her son Joe and Jack stood naked either side of them, "our boys are excellent tooters. My cunt is still recovering from the fucking Joe gave me over a week ago."
"You don't half exaggerate, mom," said Joe and everyone laughed at that.
"So," resumed Karen, when she was finally able to get a word back in, "Peter and Kevin kindly picked me up and gave me a lift in their car and here I am."
"So you're one of their pick-ups, are you?" said her father Tom, "I'm surprise you're here already."
"What are you on about, dad?" said Ian.
"Well, with such a gorgeous woman like Karen," Tom replied, as proud of his daughter as any father could be, "any full blooded man or men would have taken her off to the woods to have their wicked way with her."
"Not in this weather," said Karen, "in any case, I'd much rather we had our wicked ways with each other when we're all together."
