Chapter 10
When they were comfortably seated in the smoking car Larry Brooks noticed that Jim was a little nervous.
"Relax," he said. "Don't think about this too much. Once you get started, the water's fine. Think about something else. What branch of service were you in?"
The two men swapped Army stories for the remainder of the journey, but Jim's nervousness returned when they got off the train. Larry's car was parked in the station parking lot and they drove directly to the house.
It was a big colonial on a two acre lot on a country lane. The nearest neighbor was half a mile away. The house was in the sixty thousand dollar category and Jim was suitably impressed. Once in the house Larry whistled loudly.
"That you, Larry?" yelled a woman from another part of the house.
"Yes. Me, and Jim Benton."
"Nobody else?"
"No. We're alone."
"I'll be down in a minute. There's ice out in case you want drinks."
Larry took Jim's coat and suit jacket and insisted he remove his tie and roll up his sleeves. Then the two men went into the den where there was a fire going in the fireplace. Larry mixed drinks and there were several minutes of nervous small talk.
Then Josie came into the room and Jim almost fell over on his face. Josie Brooks was a pretty, petite, five foot blonde. She wore only a touch of lipstick and her hair hung down to her shoulders.
And she was nude, completely nude.
Larry laughed when he saw Jim's reaction. Josie laughed, too.
"I guess I forgot to tell you about Josie," Larry said. "We've been married six and a half years and I've become completely accustomed to her antics."
"But what about ... uh ... don't you ... uh . .
Josie and Larry laughed again.
"Don't look so shocked," Larry said. "I'm not jealous of you looking a; josie. We're still very much in love."
This was a little more than Jim could swallow easily. Things were happening just a bit too quickly for him.
Josie was completely unconcerned about her nakedness and continued as though she were fully dressed. She looked Jim over carefully, and said, "I approve. But then, Larry always did have good judgment. Why don't you sit down before you fall down."
Jim dropped into an easy chair
"Who's coming over?" Larry asked.
"Bill and Meg lackson, and Lucy Cattledge. I thought the six of us would be enough."
Larry nodded his agreement. He walked across the room and came back with two photo albums which he handed to Jim. "These are the albums I told you about. You look through them while I go upstairs and get out of these clothes."
"Uh ... shouldn't I ... well ... uh ... undress ... too?"
"If you want to, sure. But you don't have to. If you feel like doing so later on you can always shuck down. This will probably be easier for you if you keep your clothes on for a white."
Larry went out of the room and Jim opened the first album. The pages were filled with snapshots and in all the pictures everybody was nude. But that was all there was to them. They were simply pictures of naked people having a party. There were group shots and single shots and everybody was smiling for the camera. In none of the pictures did anyone show the slightest sign of sensual excitement.
That was a family album like any other in the world, except that all the people were naked.
Josie walked over and perched on the arm of Jim's chair. Her hip nudged his shoulder and her breast was only inches from his cheek. She leaned over to look at the album with him, chattering blithely away, naming the people in the pictures for him and telling little anecdotes about them.
One thing Jim noticed was that most of the crowd appeared to be older. Except for the Brookses and one or two of the other couples they all seemed to be well past forty.
"These weren't exactly the kinds of pictures I was expecting," Jim said when he turned the last page of the album.
"Oh, those are in the next one," Josie told him, taking the first album away and setting that aside.
He opened the second album. Here the pictures showed lustful, excited, passionate people. The first few pages were filled with snapshots of individuals only. Then there were pictures of couples and groups engaged in various forms of making love. A few of the pictures showed two women involved with one another.
Josie pointed herself out in various of the pictures. She was quite an attractive woman, and she appeared in more of the photographs than any other single individual. The album was a photographic record of her performing every imaginable deer) with man or woman. There was one shot of her with a naked man that particularly interested Tim. In the back of his mind he wondered if she would do that for him.
When Jim was through with the second album Josie put that aside and slid down, from the arm of the chair to his lap. She shifted around for a minute and grinned at him.
"I never like to wait too long to get started," she said.
Jim blushed, which brought gales of laughter from her.
Larry came back into the room just then and Jim felt a moment's panic. But Larry took no special notice of his wife's position. Larry was wearing only a light robe, which was belted loosely at the waist. And he carried still another robe and a pair of slippers in his hands.
"These are for you," he said, setting them to one side. "For later on. We always like to keep robes around in case the doorbell should ring."
And right then the doorbell did ring. Josie slipped from Jim's lap and donned her robe while Larry went to answer the door. H:; came back in a few minutes, followed by two women and a man, and made the introductions.
Meg Jackson was medium height and full-figured. She was on the wrong side of forty and she made no effort to hide her graying hair. Her husband, Bill, was close to fifty, short, and slim, and apparently in good physical condition.
Lucy Cattledge was around thirty-five. She was one of those tall, slender matron types who appear to grow more attractive with age. She was a brunette, with small breasts and hips, and an angular, patrician face.
The three newcomer? all wore overcoats, which they removed to reveal themselves nude. They tossed their coats to one side and Josie and Larry Brooks removed their robes.
Jim's senses reeled at the shock of so much nonchalant nakedness. He rose from his chair as the newcomers approached to shake his hand and smile at him. Larry took Bill Jackson over to the corner and engaged him in quiet conversation. The three nude women gathered around Jim.
"I see you've been looking at our albums," Meg Jackson said, pointing.
He blushed. The three women roared loudly with laughter.
"I like him," Lucy Cattledge said to the other women, speaking as though Jim weren't there. "Who's going to get him first?"
"I'll take him," Meg Jackson quickly offered.
"No, no," Josie howled. "I saw him first. And I'm the hostess."
"That's not fair," Meg complained. "You always seem to get the new ones first. You're a positive pig about that."
"I think I ought to get him," Lucy put in quietly. "I had to miss the last two meetings. I need him worse than either of you."
The other two agreed and Jim felt like he'd been auctioned off on a slave block. Meg and Josie went over to join their husbands Lucy sat down on the sofa and patted a place beside her
"Sit down," she said softly.
Jim moved like an automaton and dropped down beside her. Immediately she wrapped her arms about his neck and drew him close for a deep, thrilling kiss. When he began to respond she dropped one arm from about his neck and pressed that against him.
The warmth of her naked body burned through the layers of his clothing. He abandoned himself to the sensations of pleasure, touching her and kissing her while her skillful fingers fumbled with the fastenings of his shirt and trousers.
She had him completely bared by the time the kiss was ended and he no longer felt either shame or embarrassment. This sort of thing seemed to be quite normal around here and be decided to enjoy the gathering.
When he looked across the room Jim saw that the other four people had paired off. Larry Brooks and Meg Jackson were sitting together on an easy chair. Josie and Bill were lying on the floor before the roaring fire. Larry had his face buried against Meg's massive breasts. Bill was kissing Josie.
Lucy rose from the sofa and pulled Jim up to help him out of his clothes. Once he was naked they sat down again and embraced. Lucy's hands moved continually as they kissed. She kneaded his shoulders, stroked her palms along his sides, and trailed her nails across his hips.
Jim moved his mouth from her lips to the side of her neck. He kissed down to her shoulder and around to the swell of her bosom. He touched one nipple and then the other and suddenly the whole thing was too much for him.
The presence of the other people, the pictures, Lucy's caresses, all worked their magic on him. Just when they'd only begun he was ready with roaring, urgent desire.
Lucy gasped as he stretched her out and threw himself at her, but she wasn't too surprised to help him. Her body shifted and her arms locked tightly around him.
There was a roaring in his ears and a demanding pulse throbbed in the hollow of his neck. Lucy found that pulse as their bodies moved together. She fastened her lips on his neck.
Jim was beyond mere pleasure as he worked away. His love-making was like an act of vengeance for the discomfort they'd all made him feel earlier. He was brutal and vicious and strong.
He made not the slightest attempt to time his own pleasure to hers. Yet, when the shuddering peaks of ecstasy washed over him he felt her quiver with completion.
Before that long and wonderful night was over Jim had sampled each of the women alone once. And once he even made love to Josie and Lucy at the same time. Despite her age, Meg Jackson was an excellent partner She didn't have the most attractive body in the world but she'd reached a skill level, from years of experience, which was unsurprised in Jim's experience. There was about her love-making a calm acceptance which was somehow just as exciting as the eagerness of either of the younger women.