(MMFF, swap, oral, anal, humil, exhib, bukke, interr)
by Art Martin
Under Bert's guidance, Kirby experiences some other activities at the resort...
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As we walked through the dark shadows, I again had the feeling of being exposed. Only this time rather than feeling awkward, I felt exhilarated in my nudity, especially with my hand planted on Jan’s flexing bare buns. Soon we saw other people walking in the same direction as we were. There were other groups too, mixed groups of teens moving away from where we were headed. The further we walked, the more people appeared and the density of nudies increased. Soon we were at a building and walked inside past the door keep who was responsible for keeping the under eighteen kids out of the place… this was to be an adults only affair.
We found a large booth along one wall, the girls and I slid in while Bert headed to the bar for drinks. The DJ had already started playing dance tunes and the lights were down low. Twin mirror balls cast moving dots of lights around the large ballroom as lasers cast crazy patterns on the walls. Remembering the resort rules that “anyone under eighteen must be under the supervision of their parents at all times,” I asked Freda about the groups of kids, acting like kids and wandering about in the night at Bare Comfort unsupervised.
“Well, I suppose if they cause any trouble, the parents would be responsible, and the resort could ban them. But they won’t… the kids that is. This group is not at all into vandalism and causing trouble. They’re more interested in what all horny teenagers are interested in, except these horny teenagers are already naked. They’ll gather on the other side of the lake, or perhaps in someone’s RV, anywhere they have a reasonable expectation of privacy and do what unsupervised horny teenagers do in privacy. As long as it is unseen, it didn’t happen… just like at home, only the girls don’t have to explain lost panties afterwards.” That seemed to be a reasonable explanation to me, so I dropped the subject.
In a moment, Bert was back with a round of drinks for everyone, white wine for the girls and more scotch for us. Watching the crowd, especially the couples dancing, I noticed something else about the “rules of the house”. Except for the application of tanning oil, outside there was a strict prohibition about outward sexual displays, such as fondling and open sex or the use of foul and sexually suggestive language. Here at the Saturday night dance, there was lots of sexual touching, women rubbing their bare breasts in the bare chest of their dance partners, male or female, groping of bare ass cheeks and the rubbing of penises into the belly of the woman. It was quite common to see a couple disengage from a slow dance, with the man sporting an erection that he made no effort to hide. I’m sure there was plenty of quiet dirty talk going on the dance floor between couples. Still, I didn’t see anything like fingering going on, though it did happen at the tables, or at least it did later at our table. This wasn’t some swinger orgy by any means; just adults having adult fun with other adults.
Discarding our “shoes”, we hit the dance floor, switching partners every so often. No one said anything about me feeling up Freda’s ass or Jan’s ass, and no one said anything about Freda rubbing her tits into me, or me humping into her. Let me tell you, that was best time going out dancing I’d ever had… I mean, what’s not to like?
Shortly we were joined at our table by two more couples, Dave and Carol, and Jack and Traci. Both Carol and Traci were good looking women who were as fun to dance with as Freda was. After a few minutes or so, it was obvious that Carol and Traci were there to play, as were their husbands. Unspoken, we formed new couples, Bert and Carol, Doug and Jan, Jack and Freda and Traci and me. There were lots of under the table groping, by both the men and the women, then after a few dances, it was Carol and me, Bert and Traci, while Dave and Jack switched off too.
Around ten PM, Bert produced four blue pills from out of nowhere. Come to find out later, he had carried them in nestled in the crack of his ass. Once inside and past the door keep, he stashed them in a napkin and stuffed them into his sandals. Had I known all that, I wouldn’t have downed my pill with so much eagerness.
We all got up to dance again, but when Bert, Carol, Traci and I returned to the table, Dave and Jack had skedaddled taking Jan and Freda with them. Bert rather bluntly said, “Okay, girls, let’s go fuck,” and we headed back to Bert’s RV.
Those two MILFs were hot to trot. No wasting time with preliminaries, they came to fuck and we fucked. About the only foreplay were some titty sucking, dick sucking and muff diving to get the motors revved up. Then it was no-holds-barred full penetration sex. Despite my depleted state earlier in the evening, the Viagra had turned my sometimes unruly prick into a porn star’s weapon of choice. I no sooner finished fucking Traci when Carol mounted me while Traci jumped Bert’s unflagging steely sex spike. Like earlier in the afternoon, couples formed and reformed, twosomes morphed into threesomes and threesomes into foursomes. It was wild and raunchy night! The sexual frenzy lasted until near one o’clock when even the Viagra wasn’t of any help in reviving my flagging erection.
Something else happened that night too. In my drunken stupor, Bert’s dick wound up in my face several times and it didn’t bother me a bit. Licking freshly fucked pussies didn’t bother me either, nor did rimming gapping assholes. I was now as depraved as any of them.
Next morning, awakened by Traci giving me a blowjob, the more sordid events of Saturday night weighed heavily on me. I had never done anything like what I had done and I was mortified that I would be looked upon as a demented pervert… never mind that everyone else had done the same things… or worse. Despite my misgivings, everyone else was chipper and in good spirits. Most particularly I dreaded what Bert might say about us going down on each other at the request of the girls. It was never mentioned, by anyone, just as if it never happened.
Thankfully Bert had some Advil for my hangover. I’d had worse, but not in several years. A fresh cup of Bert’s Cuban coffee perked me up a little, but not enough to face the morning sun as we trudged over to the lakeside restaurant for some breakfast. Either I was adapting or I felt crappy enough that I wasn’t self-conscious of my nudity like I was the day before. We had to wait for a few minutes before a table was ready for us.
There was this family with several little kids who were waiting too. Bunched up as we were it was inevitable that someone would bump into someone else. That someone was a little girl who backed up into me. She turned her head and my dick was in her face. She looked up at me, said, “Excuse me,” then looked back down at my dick which was now no more than a few inches from her nose. Her brother then bumped into her (quite deliberately) shoving her face into my crotch. I moved away from where I was standing and waited for someone to say something. It was a totally innocent thing on my part, and thankfully her parents were blissfully unaware that anything had happened. The little girl seemed aggravated, not at me, but at her brother who had a not so innocent smirk on his face. To my dismay, the incident triggered an erection in me! Here I was in public, standing around in a group of naked people and naked kids, and I pop a boner! The brother noticed my growing condition and snickered to his sister, who upon looking, burst out in giggles.
Thankfully we were called for our table, and walking close behind Traci, I was able to mask my condition from the majority of folks in the restaurant. Once at the table, Traci said to me, “Save that for later,”a sneaking a quick tug on my prick which did nothing to improve my circumstance.
Bert caught sight of his wife and my ex, along with Dave and Jack. No doubt they had done pretty much the same thing as we had done after leaving the dance. Still, I expected that Traci and Carol would at some point rejoin their husbands and vice versa. That was not to be. After finishing our breakfast, we went back with our “dates” to Bert’s RV. I expected that Traci would want to collect on her deferment, but instead, Bert pulled out golf bags from the overhead bins. He changed his shoes and we were off, with the girls wheeling a pink and a white golf bag behind them and Bert towing his black bag. Bert assured me that I could rent clubs at the club house.
I felt a lot better than I had when I first got up this morning, but I was in no way feeling up for golf. Still, I put on brave face and rented clubs for our nine holes. The attendant asked to see my hand, and there, just as clear as it was yesterday, was my guest number. I had been swimming, hot tubbing, taken two showers, washed my hands several times and the thing was still there in pristine condition. It was obvious that it would remain on my hand for at least week before it faded. I didn’t cherish the prospect of having to explain all next week what the number was for to my employees, customers or acquaintances.
By the time I had my rental clubs, Dave, Jack, Freda and Jan came in with their clubs. The girls exchanged golf bags and hurriedly put on their golfing shoes. Everyone had appropriate footwear for a round of golf, all except me; I had my sandals. Still, black and white saddle-locks looked a lot goofier than sandals when naked.
Bert, Traci, Carol and I started off first. It was a little odd playing golf in the buff, but the scenery was grand. Through the first six holes, the girls were very good and mercifully I didn’t make a complete fool of myself. Occasionally looking back on our other foursome I could tell the girls were struggling, as Jan and Freda always seemed to be in the rough, but by the time we made it to the seventh tee they hadn’t fallen behind too much.
I was ready to tee up, but Bert told me to wait for the other group. While we were waiting, Traci tallied up everyone’s scores up to that point. Not surprisingly I wasn’t in the top three. A few minutes later, the other group came in. Again Traci took their score cards and tallied them up. Traci then announced that Jack had the low score for the four men and Freda had the high score for the ladies. To my astonishment, Freda knelt before Jack and proceed to blow him to completion. I glanced around as you are not supposed to do that sort of thing out in the open, but we were behind a copse of trees and shrubs and quite sheltered from prying eyes.
The naughty little game wasn’t quite completed when another foursome stumbled into us. The four men stopped in their tracks. One exclaimed, “I think I want to play with these guys!” Another made crack about “washing balls” and the third came right out and asked if they could play. Traci stepped up to him and fondling him asked to see their score cards. The four men gathered around her like bees on honey, groping her as she tallied up their scores. Breaking away from them, she announced that Sam was the winner and there was some good natured grumbling from his companions. Sam, it turned out, was the lone black guy in the group. He stepped forward and waited, jacking his cock to a hard on.
Bert then announced, “Okay, Jan. You’re up!” and pushed her towards the black guy. Jan cut me a quick look; then set about her business.
Unlike all the black guys you see on porn sites, Sam wasn’t any bigger than I was. He must’ve had a long night too, as Jan sucked and sucked trying to get him off. Knowing that we were holding things up and knowing that the next group to stumble upon us might not be as sporting as these guys, Bert sent Dave, Jack, Carol and Traci ahead while the rest of us waited for Jan to finish.
By now I had formed a strong opinion about my ex, not that I didn’t have strong opinions about her before. It’s not that she was being bitchy towards me, at least not this weekend, but she sure was a different person than when I was married to her. She was a tramp and I now had no doubt what she meant by wanting to “have some fun” when she divorced me. How much playing around on the side had she done before then? I felt the suppressed rage bubbling up and suddenly, my whole weekend had been ruined. It wasn’t that I had a big problem with her sucking off some black guy she didn’t know, but that she had played me as the fool in the years before. Now, after all these years, I knew, or at least I thought I knew, and it really pissed me off.
The other three gathered around her, pounding their dicks. She was going to get a sperm shower. They were going to use her like the cum dump she was. A cruel smile formed on my face in anticipation of the humiliation that she was about to receive. One by one, they delivered their loads, in her hair, on her back, on her arms and on the sides of her face. Even Sam pulled out to ejaculate on her face and tits.
Bert wouldn’t allow her to clean up the mess and made her tee off still dripping. The next three holes weren’t nearly as much fun as the first six, even though I did enjoy watching Freda. For one thing, I wasn’t happy about Jan cuckolding me, not in the least. What she did after we split, that was her business, but before that… damn it, that was my business and that business remained unsettled. To make matters worse, she was now ignoring me, and I imagined that she was taunting me with her slutiness. Bert did relent and let her wipe the coagulated goo off by the ninth hole.
On our way from the clubhouse to Bert’s RV, it had started to cloud up. We caught a quick swim at the pool and grabbed some lunch. By the time we were heading back to the RV, it had started to rain and as it rained, the temperatures fell. It’s one thing to walk around au natural in the warm sunshine, and quite another to be walking in a cold, driving rain. My lips were purple when we rushed inside, and the girls looked like drowned rats. At least our clothes didn’t get wet!
Within minutes, everyone was dry and into some clothes… all except me. The only clothes I had were in a basket at the resort office. Bert wasn’t much help either as he had packed very light for the weekend… he didn’t even have a spare t-shirt.
I weighed my options and decided, rain or not, I just needed to get the hell out of there before I said or did something that I would later regret. I’d have a talk with Jan, later, in private, and have my say. No need to include Bert and Freda, regardless of the relationship they now had with Jan. I thanked Bert and Freda for their hospitality and for a truly great weekend, then I headed out in the rain for the resort office to pick up my things. Jan had been in the bathroom when I left, so I didn’t have to exchange unctuous pleasantries with her.
Once home, I had plenty of time to review the events at Bare Comfort Resort. Despite whatever I felt about Jan, it had been the most incredible weekend of my life, and frankly I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Of course it would have been better if JanX had turned out to be someone other than my ex, but still, it was a fantastic time. I decided that I’d have to get a membership to Bare Comforts, even though I knew that it was unlikely that what I had experienced would ever be experienced again. For the most part, it was everyday folks at the resort, and everyday folks are not sex crazed swingers like Bert and his friends. Of course, I could get to know some of his friends there…
I also had to make another decision, whether to go to St. Martin with Bert and Company. Did I really want to be around Jan that much? The short answer was, NO! But then again, having a daily toss or two with Freda… Jan really wasn’t unpleasant over the weekend, if anything she seemed to be embarrassed that I knew about her lifestyle. It was less than two weeks before Thanksgiving and time was running out on me to find someone to go with me in January. If I was going to go with Bert and Company, I needed to clear the air with Jan, and the sooner the better.
To be continued...
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