Naked Truths and Open Love
Copyright© 2025 by sinfantasy
Chapter 5: Bruised Bonds
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Bruised Bonds - 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
My body was a canvas of pain the next day. My left leg and arm were covered with red and blue bruises. I could feel my back covered with bandages. My left-side ribs throb a little with every breath. Slamming into the cliff was a terrible experience I never wanted to repeat.
The doc said I was lucky. Nothing was broken, but I was bruised pretty badly. The pain meds were still in effect, and I knew I’d live in hell for the coming days.
Elena sat on the next bed. Apart from the bandages on her ankle and calf, she looked pretty fine. She was glaring at a nurse for suggesting crutches.
“I’m not some fucking invalid,” Elena snapped.
The nurse was running out of patience. She just sighed. “Just a matter of weeks, ma’am. The good news is your cut will heal clean. No scars.”
Elena’s jaw clenched. I could see her frustration. She hated being vulnerable.
Claire stood beside her. “Babe, you’re not winning this fight,” she said. She brushed a dark strand of hair from Elena’s face. Her fingers lingered in tender touch. Their intimacy made my heart clench.
Elena turned to me. “You look like shit, Sketchpad.” Her tone was softer this time.
I tried to laugh, but my chest hurt. “Went big for you, didn’t I?”
She snorted. “Dumbass.”
Claire turned to me. Her ruby belly piercing glinted under the fluorescent lights. She gave me a tender hug. I felt her nipple piercings through her crop top.
“You’re tougher than you look, shy guy.” Her hand brushed against my bruises. The touch soothed my pain for a second. “Elena told me about the stunt you pulled off. Thank you. But no more heroics, got it?”
I nodded. Her closeness stirred a longing I couldn’t shake. The memories of the cave still haunted me. Elena’s naked body pressed against mine. Claire’s jealousy when she found us. I was not sure what I wanted anymore.
The doctor came for a visit after a while. “Mr. Carver, you’re cleared. Rest, ice, no heavy lifting. Ms. Vasquez, keep weight off that ankle. Follow up in ten days.”
He handed us the discharge papers and left. Elena’s muttered curses had no effect on him.
Claire squeezed Elena’s hand to silence her. “We’ve got this,” she said.
Then she turned to me, Her hazel eyes locked on mine. “Your stuff’s at the villa, Elliot. I had your motel cleared out. Those rags you called clothes? I trashed them.”
My jaw dropped. “You what?”
I had pretty much sold off all my possessions. There wasn’t much to call stuff, but it was mine. Claire’s move hit me like a punch. It stirred the memories of Emma’s controlling bullshit. I pushed back my retort. Claire was not Emma.
She could see my conflict and approached me. “You’re one of us now, shy guy,” she said with a smile. “No point staying in that dump. I will take you shopping when you heal. You won’t need your clothes for a while anyways.”
Elena propped on her crutches and reached me. “Don’t look so freaked, Boy Scout. You’ll love the villa. Plenty of room to brood.” Her grin was wicked. “Besides, I owe you. You’re not slipping away anytime soon.”
I swallowed hard. “Didn’t sign up for this.” I mumbled.
Claire simply laughed at me. “Too late, shy guy. You’re in deep.”
I was in the backseat as we approached the Villa. It was on the cliff facing the ocean. I had only seen the huge compound walls at the gate before. The inside of the villa was a fucking shock to my beliefs. It was an exhibitionist’s paradise.
Most of the walls were tinted glass. They reflected the sunlight without compromising the view inside. Lush garden, lots of indoor plants, polished wood flooring, and minimalistic furniture. It was pure elegance. Not to mention the view of the ocean. You could feel the waves approaching from the distance.
Rosa, the maid from my delivery day, was waiting for us. She was in a sheer bikini. Her tanned curves were on full display and her grin was pure mischief.
“Back so soon, delivery boy?” She asked.
My face heated. “Rosa, right?” I managed.
She nodded while eyeing my hospital sweats. “You need to get out of them soon,” she teased. Then turned to Elena. “Need help, boss?”
Claire waved her off. “I’ve got it,” she muttered. She helped Elena walk over to the couch.
I lingered by the door. Their world was so different. I didn’t belong here.
“C’mon, Sketchpad,” Elena called. “Don’t stand there like a lost dog.” Her blue eyes held a challenge for me. She gestured towards the couch.
I followed in. My brand-new sneakers squeaked against the polished wood. The villa felt like an open stage. I was utterly exposed here.
Elena tossed her crutches aside with a dramatic sigh. Her sundress followed soon. She sat back in her black thong and bare breasts. She caught me staring and smirked. “What, did you not get the better view in the cave?”
Claire chuckled. She pulled off her tank top and shorts to reveal lacy red panties. Her ample breasts and barbell piercings appeared in plain sight. Her ruby belly piercing sparkled against her tanned skin.
“Boxers only, shy guy,” she teased. “House rules.”
My conservative instincts screamed. Emma used to fault her skimpy outfits, but she never asked me to participate. This was a whole new level. Claire and Elena’s ease with their bodies was a dare. Their eyes were on me. I had a decision to make. Well, they had already seen me naked.
“Fine,” I muttered. Discarding the garbs was easy. My gray boxers felt flimsy. The feeling of being exposed was overwhelming.
Rosa whistled. She had removed her top, and her perky breasts were in plain sight. Her tight bikini bottom had formed a camel toe.
“Not bad, delivery boy. You’re blushing already.”
Claire handed Elena a glass of whiskey. She then passed me a beer. The touch of her fingers sent a jolt through me.
“You need some liquid courage, shy guy,” she said. “Relax a bit and let go.”
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