Naked Truths and Open Love
Copyright© 2025 by sinfantasy
Chapter 10: Breaking Waves
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10: Breaking Waves - A drifter artist shed’s his inhibitions and drops the weight of the past. This isn’t your typical romance. It’s about growing into who you are meant to be. There are exhibitionists, voyeurs, lesbians, group sex, and lots of shared love. Expect steamy moments and naked truths. You will find love, vulnerability, and a whole lot of skin. Be bold, be free and dive in. Let the tides carry you.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Spanking Group Sex Harem Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting
Emma had agreed to meet at the beach cafe on the neutral ground. We planned to open the DNA test results together. Claire’s hand rested on my thigh, while Elena’s arm draped over my shoulder. Claire was in a sheer white top and shorts. Her big tits and nipple piercings were visible. Her ruby navel piercing outlined against the tight hem. Elena wore a black crop top that barely covered her ample breasts. She had paired it with a short skirt that flashed her thong when she shifted.
The girls had planned this meeting. I was in shorts with no underwear. My loose shirt was unbuttoned to show my fading bruises. Contrary to my knotted guts, we were a bold statement.
Emma’s eyes widened as she slid into the booth across from us. Her sundress was clinging to her pregnant belly. She had set her blonde hair loose. Claire and Elena overshadowed her impeccable looks. She didn’t like that.
“Elliot,” Emma called. Her voice was clipped. “You brought ... company.” Her gaze raked over Claire and Elena. A flicker of disgust crossed her face.
“Claire and Elena,” I introduced calmly. “They’re my girlfriends and my family.”
Emma’s lips curled. “Spending your money on sluts now?”
Elena’s blue eyes blazed. She had a wicked grin on her face. “Damn right, I’m his slut,” she purred. She is leaning in towards me. Her hand moved up my thigh to caress my cock above the shorts. “And he loves every second of it.”
Claire stayed cool, but her hazel eyes were sharp. Her fingers moved to cup my balls over the shorts. “Let’s keep it civil, Emma,” she said. Her voice was both smooth and firm. “We’re here for the truth.”
Emma was surprised by this blatant display. Her face was flushed. “What’s this, Elliot? If you’d been this open with me, I wouldn’t have gone to Mike. You were so uptight, never fun.”
I slid the envelope across the table. The DNA results were sealed inside. “Stop stalling, Emma,” I said steadily. “Open it.”
She hesitated. Her hands trembled as she touched the envelope but stopped. “What happened to the startup money? You were owed a fortune.”
I leaned back. “I didn’t take their cash,” I said. “They didn’t have it to settle, so I let it go. Been living light since I left.”
Emma’s jaw dropped. Then her anger flashed. “You’re an idiot! That startup’s worth millions now. You threw it all away for ... this?” She gestured at Claire and Elena. Her voice was dripping with scorn.
“Money doesn’t mean anything to me,” I said while meeting her gaze. “I’m done with that life. Open the envelope.”
Emma sighed. Her shoulders slumped as she tore it open. She scanned the paper, then closed it. Her breath shuddered out.
“It’s Mike’s,” she said softly. “I’m glad, Elliot. This new you ... you’re not the family type anymore.”
Elena snatched the report. Her eyes skimmed through it, and then she tossed it back. “Good riddance,” she said. She then kissed me hard on the lips. “You’re ours, Sketchpad. Mine and Claire’s.”
Emma stood. “Good luck with a broke drifter,” she spat. Her heels clicked on the wooden deck as she walked away.
Claire picked up the report, and then her lips crashed into mine. Her tongue pushed deep in my mouth.
“We dodged a bullet, shy guy,” Claire murmured. Her hand moved inside my shorts to grab my hardening cock.
Elena’s fingers slipped under my shirt to trace my abs. “No ghosts haunting us now, Sketchpad,” she whispered. Her voice was thick with relief.
Claire’s eyes flicked to me with a hint of doubt. “I know you didn’t ditch the money,” she said. “What’s the real deal, Elliot?”
I grinned and leaned back. “I didn’t lie. They were short on funds. They offered me Four percent’s of their stock to settle. It’s worth about a million now, give or take. I plan to sell them and marry both of you.”
Elena’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “No way, Sketchpad,” she snapped. “I have more than enough money for us. You keep those shares. That’s for our babies. Future investment.”
Claire laughed. Her big tits pressed against my arm. “She’s right, shy guy. But ... ever thought about being a full-time artist? Your sketches are pure fire.”
I blinked. The idea sparked something new. “Never considered it,” I said. “But ... yeah, it’d be fun. Just me, my pencil, and you two.”
Elena’s grin was wicked. “Artist by day, our man by night. Deal.” She kissed me hard again. This time Claire joined in on a group kiss.
The villa’s glass walls glowed under the moonlight. The ocean’s hum was mixing with the thumping beat from the speakers. The nude zone had turned into a wild party to celebrate the news.
Rosa and Dot were already there. They had beers and joints ready on the table. Rosa’s perky tits bounced as she danced. She had kept a light patch on her pussy like Dot’s. To my surprise, Dot was shaved clean. They had tried to mirror each other’s style at the same time.
“Welcome back, lovebirds!” Rosa cheered. She served the beer to everyone. “Heard your ex doesn’t want you anymore, delivery boy!”
Dot grinned at me. “Nice work, Picasso,” she said. “Now party with your girls.”
I settled on the lounge. Claire and Elena flanked me. Their naked bodies pressed against mine. The villa’s freedom was electric. I wasn’t the drifter anymore. I was theirs at last.
My cock had been out of action since Emma’s letter. I planned to change that tonight. We enjoyed our beer and lit some joints. When we were buzzed enough, I made my move.
“Time to show who’s the boss, Elena,” I said. My voice was firm. I scooped her up in my arms. Her bandaged ankle dangled on the side as her tits pressed flat against my chest.
Her lips crashed into mine. She was fierce and hungry. Her tongue drove deep like she wanted to possess me.
Claire got up to give us some space. Dot and Ros cheered as the music pulsed around us.
I laid Elena down and spread her legs wide. Her pink pussy was dripping.
Claire knelt beside Elena and kissed her hard. Her hazel eyes were burning with need. She moved her fingers to trace Elena’s taut nipples. “You are her first man, shy guy. Claim her as your own,” Claire whispered.
“Claire,” Elena breathed. I could see her fear and vulnerability.
Claire’s lips brushed Elena’s ear. “No, my love, let go. Be yourself,” she whispered.
“Yah, boss. Tame that bitch,” Rosa cheered.
Dot smacked her ass hard. “Shut up, you bitch.” She chided.
I positioned my cock at Elena’s pussy. Her pink lips pressed open against my teasing tip. “You ready?” I asked.
My hands gripped her hips, and I used her pussy juices to coat my cock.
“God, yes,” Elena moaned. Her blue eyes locked on mine. “Give me that cock, Sketchpad. Take me for good.”
I thrust into her, slow and deep. Her tight pussy opened wide around my shaft as I slid deeper.
She gasped. Her tits jiggled in Claire’s palms. “Harder,” she groaned. Her hips bucked to meet mine. She gripped my arms for support. Her nails dug into my skin.
Claire’s fingers found Elena’s clit. She started circling it fast. Her other hand pinching her nipple. She started tugging the tight buds.
Elena’s moans grew louder. Her pussy spasmed around my cock as I fucked her harder.
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