Chapter 3: Introducing Sonia and Henri

It was early October, and the weather was perfect as far as I was concerned. One of the few things Tethys and I didn’t quite see eye to eye about was the weather. I wasn’t too fond of the summer heat, Tethys thrived in it, clung to it. As a nudist, she’d rather be naked in warm air than have to wear layers of clothing. This time of year, though, was one that we could both agree on. It had cooled down from its summer maximum, and was comfortable to lounge in. It was nice not to be dripping sweat just sitting around. It was still warm enough, though, for Tethys to cavort and enjoy the outdoors, the crowds had thinned out substantially at Hippie Hollow, and she reported that she and Carl were having some truly wild sexual experiences out there with fewer people to worry about offending. They still drew an audience for their exhibitionist romps, and sometimes she’d hand her phone to one of the viewers to video them while they fucked. By now, she and Carl knew enough of the regulars there to be aware of who to trust with those kind of porn videos. She always sent a copy to me, so I was able to enjoy her vicariously.

Her workouts were still as regular as ever, and her muscular development continued to progress. She was amazingly strong now, and her body was spectacular. Carl was doing a great job with her, and even had I been inclined to, it would be hard to argue that he hadn’t earned all kinds of superb fucking experiences with her. We had a tight three-way relationship going, and I couldn’t imagine anything knocking it off kilter.

Her mood was nearly always buoyant, almost to the point of being a Pollyanna. I did occasionally refer to her as Polyamorous Pollyanna, and she thought it was hilarious. It was hard not to laugh along with her, and I was grateful for the joy, brightness, and raw animal eroticism she brought to my life. After many years of sexual frustration, I was doing very well. I could still have used more sex, but I couldn’t imagine having better sex. Sharing her with Carl was a small price to pay for the benefits my friend was providing.

Her art was also going well. She’d hit on a style that worked for her, and while she wasn’t setting the world on fire with it, it was selling well enough. Her preferred medium was oil, which sometimes annoyed her. It dried slowly, the odor could be pervasive, and it took more prep work than modern acrylics. On the good side, it seemed to fetch higher prices, and she liked the textures and color ranges she could get from it. She’d gotten a couple of local galleries to start showing and selling her work, and she had a small online presence for selling prints. My house had also benefited. Once I was seeing Tethys regularly, I had decided that I could afford one of her paintings after all, so I commissioned her to do one for our bedroom. She wanted to do a nude couple representing us, walking through a flowery glade in the forest hand in hand, but she was unhappy with her skills in representing the nude form. “I’m so out of practice, I hate my style sometimes!” she groused. Eventually, she kept the couple, but clothed them in the flowing delicate robes that typically adorned her characters. I thought it was nice, but she wasn’t happy with it.

“I owe this room a decent painting, one that’s sufficiently sensuous and erotic,” she insisted. “I need to get busy practicing doing nudes.”

She didn’t waste time. A couple of weeks later she was enrolled in a life drawing class. It was on a Sunday, so we didn’t get together until the evening.

“I had the most wonderful time!” she panted as she tossed off her clothing just inside the door. Since being with her I’d gotten so accustomed to nudity that I often didn’t get dressed myself, and this had been one of those days.

“The class was great, and I needed it. My figure drawing skills have lapsed more than I’d thought, and it was hard to get the forms as clean as I wanted. I’m glad they brought in a female model, since it’s females that I usually paint. And if when I need a male model, and I will, I know you and Carl won’t mind posing for me.” We came together at those words, and my cock sprang outward right on cue as she grabbed my ass cheeks and ground her flat muscular belly into my crotch.

“I won’t mind at all, my luscious muse,” I sighed happily.

“And the model they had was so unbelievably beautiful!” she continued gushing, as my cock extended between her thighs, and she clamped it between them and wiggled side to side. “Some people had the nerve to complain that she was too beautiful and made it unrealistic! Can you believe that?”

“I’m just glad it wasn’t you, then. Nobody could capture your glorious gorgeousness with any realism.”

“Shut up, flatterer!” She pulled back, grabbed my already aching cock, and used it to lead me to the bedroom. She flopped on top of the bed, and spread her legs, opening that delectable cunt to me. “Eat me now, slave!” she giggled. “We’ll talk more later.”

I obeyed my mistress without protest. Often she wanted to be fucked as soon as she walked in the door, with the barest minimum foreplay or none at all. She had an amazing ability to lubricate at a glance. Other times she would want to be serviced for hours with my fingers and tongue. Every now and again she would become totally submissive, and I would have my way with her using whatever delightful tortures my imagination could invent. I had no problems with any of these approaches. I always found myself richly rewarded by her desires.

Tonight she flooded my tongue with pent-up juices. I collected as much as I could and smeared it over her clit, above, below, and inside the hood. She came loudly. More of her natural lube got applied to her nipples, which I spent extra time tweaking with my fingers while my tongue continued dipping into her hallowed nectar pool. She was crying, laughing, and squealing with extra excitement. When she could take no more, several orgasms into her indulgence, she pushed me away and leaped to her feet. Wordlessly she pushed me onto the space that she had just occupied, lying on my back, and she quickly straddled my aircraft carrier of a cock, as she called it. Sometimes she enjoyed talking about her ideas or experiences from her position mounted atop me, and tonight she was doubly inspired.

“Like I said, she was the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I don’t know why she needed to be an artist’s model, she could be a supermodel, or a trophy wife, or something really lucrative.” She rested her hands on my chest and used her shoulders as anchors, pushing her hips back and forth and up and down over my aroused manhood. God, she was getting tighter the longer we were together!

“Her name is Sonia, and I can’t stop thinking about her. I wanted to draw her forever, but I couldn’t come close to capturing her beauty.”

She orgasmed again, and another little trickle of her love juice dribbled into my pubic hair. She seemed almost intoxicated by her experience.

“Tell me more about her,” I instructed, knowing that she wanted to.

“She has the blackest skin,” Tethys breathed, “deep, rich, smooth, even luminous.” Each adjective was accompanied by a bottoming out of her pussy down my shaft, and a corresponding burst of air that explosively emphasized the word.

“It’s beautiful skin, so fine, so perfect. Her face is right out of an artist’s lesson book, oval, almost egg shaped, and the proportions are flawless. Her mouth is dainty, with full lips, and her teeth are so white and straight. I love her smile. Her eyes have that little hint of an Asian flavor, and they’re set off by a high broad forehead and almost a button nose. It’s so cute!”

She was fucking me fast and hard now, and as I lifted up my own hands to massage her soft, well supported breasts, she moaned as she spoke.

“Her hair ... aahh, it’s short, uhh, natural tight curls. Close to her scalp. Ummm, oooh, her shoulders ... graceful ... strong, ayyyy! M-muscular figure, she looks stro ... ONGer than me. Perfect breasts, kinda pointyyyyy ... Ahh, nipples! Oh, shit! Fuck! She has a pretty, round ass. Strong oooh-oooh-oooh fuck! ... legs. Oh-ah-aaaaiy ... fuck!

She shuddered, groaned, and her arms collapsed, sending her chest down onto mine. I was obliged to take up the thrusting duties, wrapping my arms around her back while she keened and drooled onto my shoulder. I pumped for a couple of more minutes, and she had one more wet, shuddering orgasm, then I gradually slowed down and came to a halt myself as she recovered. I had come close, but tonight, for no logical reason, I wanted to cum in her mouth. I knew she would be more than willing to accommodate me.

We spent a few minutes in deep kissing and fondling, before I made the request. “Would you like a snack, my love? I’ve prepared a special offering just for you.”

Tethys winked, and slid her lips down my neck, shoulder, chest, belly, and hips, kissing continuously. Her mouth always seemed as moist as her pussy. Without further ceremony, she used her nearly prehensile tongue to cup the end of my cock, and align it to her mouth. She slowly, gradually enveloped me further, stopping momentarily along the way, until her chin was deeply embedded in my pubes, her upper lip had almost reached the front of my scrotum, and I could feel the muscles of her throat and esophagus working to swallow the distal end of my squeezed penis. She cycled up and down slowly all the way twice more, leaving me in tears of intensity and desire. Finally she settled for covering just the first couple of inches in her oral chamber, wrapping her tongue around and over the top of my glans, while she jacked off the rest of me with her skilled hands.

I came hard, multiple high-pressure pulses, each one accompanied by a yelp, and finished the whole thing off with a laugh. I had picked up the habit of laughing after my orgasms from her. She grunted with concentration, catching every drop, and suckling it until not even a dribble remained. As my cock softened, she popped it out of her mouth with a smile, made a yummy noise, then climbed back up on top of me and restarted our kissing exchange.

“You’re a very tasty man, you know. Best I ever had. If I was to eat a donut, I’d want your cum to glaze it with.”

“That’s almost enough to make me want to get you some donuts for breakfast,” I told her.

“We’ll find other things to glaze,” she grinned.

“Anyway, back to Sonia. I was so worked up I had to fuck the sexual tension away. Sonia is a mountain of sexual tension! I never considered myself attracted to women before, but Sonia had me so turned on, I don’t know why. We went to have some tea after the session, and we exchanged phone numbers. Oh, Taylor, her boyfriend is a master chef, and he owns a Caribbean restaurant downtown, it’s called The Taino. We have to go there!”

“Caribbean food sounds good to me,” I agreed.

“She’s not just a model, she sings in a band and she writes songs and poetry too. She’s so fucking athletic looking and so nice. I just felt completely comfortable with her. And guess what the kicker is?”

“The guy on the football team who makes field goals?” I shrugged. “I don’t know!”

“She’s a nudist and she’s polyamorous! And she wants to have a threesome with me and her boyfriend!” Tethys squealed in excitement at her reveal.

“She told you all that on the first day you met?” I was taken aback. “Isn’t that coming on kind of strong?”

“Well, I told her that I was impressed with how comfortable and casual she looked posing nude, and she just said ‘I go nude all the time at home, it’s normal for me.’ So I had to tell her I was a nudist too, and then I let slip that I was in a stable relationship with two men. I’m not sure how that came up, but it was out of my mouth before I realized it. Then she said that her and Henri, her boyfriend – with an ‘i’ by the way, not a ‘y’, have an open relationship. She said she prefers men but she loves women too, and that Henri prefers women, and that she thought he’d be really attracted to me. Then she told me she was really attracted to me, and she’d love to have the three of us get together. I said I’d talk to you and Carl about it, because everybody would have to agree, and then she said that maybe someday we could all be involved. Fuck, Taylor, I was so wet right there! I had to come home and fuck you just to keep from going insane!”

The words poured from her, not only was her excitement apparent, it was starting to rebuild. “Do you need me to fuck you again?” I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

“You be on top this time,” she insisted. “Not only do I need you to really pound me, I need you to hold me down so I don’t float away!”

It was several more weeks before Tethys found a chance to pursue Sonia and Henri further. It was on her mind, though, and I knew she wasn’t going to let it pass. She had several flirtatious phone calls with Sonia, and even exchanged some personal porn featuring me, Carl, and herself from different encounters in return for equivalent offerings recording Henri and Sonia’s sexual adventures.

“Oh, my God!” she said as she played them back to me. “Look at the size of Henri’s cock! She wasn’t exaggerating. It’s a monster! I’ve never seen anything nearly as big, even in professional porn! And Sonia fucks him like she doesn’t even notice! Damn, I do want to try them out!”

The problem for Tethys was that Sonia and Henri were both extremely busy in their professions. Henri was described as a workaholic, obsessively dedicated to his restaurant, meaning Sonia was getting far less sex than she wanted. But Sonia wasn’t much more available herself. In addition to her modeling gigs, she was spending a lot of evenings helping Henri at the restaurant, and at the same time rehearsing with her band and playing gigs in preparation for a tour they had scheduled of the Far East for the upcoming winter.