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For simplicity's sake, I'm going to use my own life as an example, though you can be assured that what takes place in our home reflects virtually every family in Utopia. I invite you to join my wife Stacey and I for a visit on a typical Sunday. The first thing you'd notice upon entering our home is the layout. The downstairs is pretty common, with a large family room, kitchen, nursery, laundry and bathroom. The upstairs, though, is a single communal bedroom, with a large shower and bath on one end. You'll see why this layout is so practical in a few moments.

The next thing you'd notice is that, for all its space, the house is crowded with residents. In addition to Stacey and I, there are Stacey's parents, Stacey's younger brother and his fiancée, her youngest sister and her boyfriend, plus my step-sister and her boyfriend. Normally my parents would be living with us too, but they're traveling in the outside world for a year doing community business.

Finally, you'd notice that everyone in the family pays Stacey and I a great deal of attention and respect. That's because we're the heads of the household. And we're also the Breeders in the family. Stick with me on this. Breeders are, as defined by the town council, married couples between 22 and 38 who are capable of procreating. The Breeder program was initiated in the 40's to combat the possible extinction of our community. Over the years, Breeders have been given more and more authority and responsibility. Today there are over 30 Breeder couples, some leading households of more than 20 residents. In addition to running the household, we control everyone's sexual activities. That makes it very important to stay on our good side.

A 25-year-old and a 23-year-old in charge of everyone's sexual activities? Your disbelief doesn't surprise me. Just keep in mind that Utopia is a community unlike any other on earth. And because, as the Breeder program aged over 50 years, a number of specific rituals grew up around it. Rituals that might turn your stomach, but may nevertheless turn you on.

Most of the rituals take place on Sundays, specifically Sunday night. Were you allowed in our home last Sunday, you'd notice a feeling of anticipation in the air. Everyone waits for the magic hour, the exact moment of sunset. Because at sunset, we're allowed to do the one thing that's been prohibited since Thursday night at 9:00 p.m. In short, we're allowed to fuck. Or, more specifically, start the ritual that will eventually allow us all to let our hormones free and do what comes naturally. And that's where Stacey and I, the Breeders, come in.

After a short dinner, Stacey, myself and the rest of the family retired to the living room for some fun and games before the big event. The community council has a few specific regulations about what must be accomplished on Sunday nights. But how we accomplish those goals is strictly up to the Breeders. To my way of thinking, a little teasing and a touch of foreplay helps to whet the appetite and spark the imagination. Great sex is 90-percent mental, and a little anticipation goes a long way. I think everyone in the family would agree that we have the hottest, most erotic household in the community.

This evening I planned to keep things simple. Calling Stacey to sit with me on the couch, I pulled out a copy of our favorite magazine, Penthouse Forum. As she put voice to the passion and excitement of other people's sexual exploits, I could feel the heat rising in the room. I knew we really had their attention when the women broke up their little chatting circle and took seats next to their respective mates. The promise of sex brings people together.

Just for kicks, I decided to add a little more powder to the keg. Shifting Stacey so she faced away from me, I deliberately reached down the front of her halter top to caress her magnificent breasts. This brought an expected though still exciting response from our audience, who took it as a cue that they too could touch their lovers. Almost immediately, the men who had just been sitting close were now allowing their hands to gently roam across their partner's body. And more than one woman turned her head, lips slightly parted, in search of a kiss.